Thursday, February 9, 2017

Code Redhead is out today - featuring Red-HOT - erotic contemporary #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticRomance

Not only is this a great anthology with super authors, ALL proceeds are going to The Children's Cancer Research Fund.

You get great reads and a chance to help little ones fight for their futures.

Thirteen of your favorite Best-Selling authors have come together to be part of a fundraising project called Code Redhead – A Serial Novel.

Each writer has their own interpretation of the title ‘Code Redhead’. There's a story to satisfy and entertain most every reader in Code Redhead - A Serial Novel.

Sharon Kleve & Tammy Tate & Kim Knight-Contemporary Romance. Jennifer Conner-Romantic Suspense. Chris Karlsen-Historical Romance. Angela Ford-Mystery. J.R. Wirth-Suspense/Thriller. Sibelle Stone-Victorian Romance. N.D. Jones -Science Fiction Romance. Tina Donahue-Erotic Romance. Carol Ann Kauffman & Laura Strickland-Time Travel Romance. Ella Medler-Dystopian.

Books To Go Now will donate the proceeds from the sale of the Novel to The Children’s Cancer Research Fund.

When children are affected by cancer it is heart wrenching for them and their loved ones. You can make a difference in their young lives by purchasing a copy of the Code Redhead Project.

Featuring Red-HOT by Tina Donahue

A chance meeting between strangers. A steamy hook-up that burns the sheets. Who says opposites don’t attract? Not him. Now if only he can find her again… 


Eric Neal shouldered past too much humanity at 2Nite, a popular Manhattan dance spot. Lyrics shrieked, bass pounded, orange, yellow, and purple spotlights swept past, the neon colors bright enough to burn retinas.

After a brutal day’s work, he should have fled this commotion for his staid club and a relaxing swim followed by a few drinks. He couldn’t now.

She drew him to her.

His breathing picked up. Cock thickened. Balls tightened.

In a sea of outrageous colors, her flame-red hair stood out like a sultry beacon. Cut as short as a guy’s, those glossy waves were somehow dangerously feminine.

He grinned.

An elbow rammed into his arm, another in his back. He gasped.

Someone shouted, “Sorry, man.”

Wincing, he sidestepped the voice’s owner and craned his neck.

Arms above her head, she bounced in place and pumped her fists to This is My Fight Song. Her gyrations weren’t exactly dance steps, but more like Sylvester Stallone’s moves in Rocky when he’d jumped up and down outside the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Given the sweltering summer night, she wore a silvery tank top that glittered wildly. Her super-short black skirt bobbed above her slender thighs.

Eric swigged his Heineken.

Her combat boots ruled. Adorable and oddly sexy, pulling him closer.

Perspiration beaded on her temples. A soft rose tint blushed beneath her pale skin, not a freckle in sight.

He guessed her to be mid-twenties or so. If it hadn’t looked weird, he would have leaned closer and tried to catch her scent.

She opened her eyes.

Those babies couldn’t have been bluer, her features cute, rather than drop-dead gorgeous, fitting her perfectly.

His legs weakened.

She grinned and danced for him alone, it seemed, their gazes welded. When she turned, he followed and circled her.

Her laughter tinkled within the raucous noise. He joined her, enjoying himself.

The music wound down. She lifted her face to the ceiling, exposing her long, creamy throat. “Whew. That was something.”

No fucking kidding. A few times in his life, sex hadn’t been this good.

Without asking, she took his beer, enjoyed a long sip, and returned the bottle with a sweet smile. “Thanks, I needed that. Hey.”

Her husky voice surprised him. “Hey. You were really into the song.”

“Yeah?” She fingered beer off her lips.

If she’d given him the chance, he would have licked the drops away.

The couple behind her horsed around and ran into her. She lurched forward.

Eric caught her arm to keep her from falling. Her cinnamon-and-vanilla scent enhanced her natural musk. His heart walloped. “You okay?”

“Never been better.” She beamed. “Thanks for rescuing me. I’m Rusty. Short for Russell.”

He stepped back as far as he could on the crowded dance floor. Unlike the other women here, she wasn’t busty. Her boobs were barely a handful for a man. What some might call pert and hopefully real. Courtesy of nature not doctor-prescribed hormones. “Huh?”

Her laughter pealed above the others’ shouted conversations. “Don’t worry. Dad named me—his only child and daughter—in honor of my grandfather. I’m not a guy.”

Thank god. That would have been disappointment he couldn’t have handled. “Nice to meet you, Rusty. I’m Eric.” He offered his hand.

She slid her fingers across his, her palm satiny and warm.

His mouth got drier than dust. He squeezed gently and stroked her thumb. “You come here often?” This was his first time. For some reason, he’d gone through the front door tonight rather than walking past this place as he usually did.

“I come whenever I can, if I’m not busy.”


“Or protesting. You gotta do what you gotta do to make things right. Agreed?”

He supposed. “What do you protest?”

Her reddish eyebrows lifted. He wasn’t certain if she was surprised or excited by his question.

“Unfairness. People taking advantage of others because they can. Stuff that needs to change.” She smiled broadly. “I’m proud to say the cops ordered me to get lost at OWS.”

Occupy Wall Street. Eric had seen the disturbance from his office window. His fellow attorneys had laughed off the protest as a mere nuisance. Nothing that would damage them or the corporate heads they represented. Of all the women for him to meet, he had to choose one who would probably snarl at his occupation. Maybe kick him in the balls when he would have preferred she fondle them.

Good sense told him to bow out gracefully and run for the street. He couldn’t budge. Didn’t want to. Her scent was too entrancing. Everything about her fascinated him. If she wouldn’t have thought him odd, he would have held onto her hand for hours. Her other parts too. Reluctantly, he released her. “What do you do when you’re not protesting? Where do you work?”

“For my dad.” She took the beer, enjoyed another sip, and licked her lips. “But I’m also developing a website.”

Eric warned himself not to stare too much at her mouth or her tongue. Wet and pink, it kept darting out to lick her ruby-red lips. “Yeah? What are you trying to sell?”

“Nothing.” She frowned. “That’s the point.”

She wanted to discuss her revolution. Who was he to deny her? “You’re creating an informational spot for what’s wrong with the world?”

“Not a bad idea.” Her lovely smile returned. “But that would take more time than I have and people don’t bother reading stuff even if it’s the truth. They’re too busy surviving. That’s what I’m trying to help them with.”

Weapons, ammunition, and dried foodstuffs came to mind. Items survivalists coveted. He hoped that wasn’t what she was talking about. “Sorry, I’m not following.”

“No prob. Let me explain.” She touched his forearm.

He’d folded his shirt sleeves back. Skin touched skin. His sizzled. 

Other stories in the collection

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Ambrosine Dubreauil owns Who Do Voodoo, a voodoo shop on Bourbon Street in New Orleans that her grandmother left to her. Her life is quite, calm, and relaxing until the sexy Remy LaCroix charms himself into her life and heart.

REDHEAD DEAD by Jennifer Conner
Genre: Romantic Suspense

As a plant chemical biologist, Aiven, always has her mind buried in her work. When her co-worker talks her into going out for a night of fun Aiven reluctantly agrees. Coleman just wants to spend the night with a pretty girl and forget about the brutal underworld where he's an undercover cop. Neither expects death to be waiting around the corner when Coleman and Aiven get pulled deeper into danger and life on the run.

Genre: Historical Romance

It's 1945 and the world is at war. An American Marine on leave in Melbourne, Australia, a pretty red-haired big band singer, and one of Glenn Miller's greatest songs come together for a weekend. In their brief time, they find love in the chaos of war.

REVEALED by Angela Ford
Genre: Mystery

The tears came. Some days in waves. She realized it was okay to cry, not to cry, and that time doesn’t heal all wounds. Grief changed Maya Delcort. After her sister’s death, she disconnected from the world she knew, and the man she loved. Maya’s new world became the CIA, as a covert operations agent. 

An assignment takes her to Ireland with only one contact; a man she never met. Maya only knows him as Blue; he only knows her as Red. When her identity gets jeopardized, and Blue isn’t answering; she fears the worst. Emotions run high, danger lurks, and she realizes she’s ready to love again. Will Maya escape death and find love?

REUNITED by Tammy Tate
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Ten years after a nasty breakup, Tara and Ryder surface for a class reunion and when Tara gets struck by lightning, all memory of Ryder vanishes. Will Ryder use it to his advantage to win her back?

RED SARAH by Carol Ann Kauffman
Genre: Time Travel Romance

Sarah works for an organization that fixes broken timelines in history. She has a very special skill set involving time travel. Her mission is to save the life of Lucas, a young man who will be pivotal in the progress and advancement of his planet.

Genre: Suspense/Thriller

Two adolescents find themselves on a hunt for their friend, Cali, after she is abducted, on Halloween, by a psychopath who kills on “Dia De Los Muertos” (Day of the Dead).

RITUALS by N.D. Jones
Genre: Science Fiction Romance

Jackson Glory introduces his Serenitarian wife, Nevaeh, to an old Earth custom—hot and sexy for some, not enough for others.

Genre: Time Travel Romance

Chasing a beautiful thief through time, Stephen Longstreet never imagines the peril he faces—Nazis, ancient Britons and courageous Bridie Maguire, who might just steal his heart.

Genre: A Victorian Love Story

Tatiana Langdon is an heiress, which makes her a target for many bachelors in Gilded age New York. The fact that she’s beautiful, educated and from one of the oldest families in the city isn’t as important to many of the men as the millions she’ll inherit when she marries.  When she meets Merritt Barclay, she knows he’s different from the other men who are pursuing her but her Aunt Olivia is doing everything in her power to prevent Tatiana from getting to know the handsome man.
Merritt Barclay loves a mystery and something happened years ago to cause a rift between his family and Tatiana’s. It involves her Aunt Lorelei and his father, but no one in either family will divulge the secret. Merritt joins forces with Tatiana, a young woman who has bewitched him with her beauty and intelligence, to discover what happened.
But Tatiana’s aunt will do everything in her power to keep the couple apart, and as their attraction grows stronger, the danger rises. What lengths will some people go to in order to keep a family secret?

Genre: Contemporary Romance

When the lights shine bright, and the city is lit up, Rita Lane will show you a good time.

Genre: Dystopian

In a dysfunctional society where 'bottle' redheads are the height of fashion, real redheads host a gene that protects them from brainwashing. Two men fight to rescue a redheaded girl, for different reasons. The guard because he loves her. The scientist because he wants to give the human race a way to rebuild and take itself out of its brain-dead slavery.

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  1. Thank you for supporting Code Redhead – A Serial Novel. We all appreciate it greatly.
    Sharon Kleve


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