books, Dragon, Ebook, Elf, Elves, Fae, Fairies, Fairy, Fantasy, Fiction, Publications, RT Convention, Short Stories, Suspense

Join me for the RT Convention eBook Expo!

RT Convention Expo – 4-6 pm Thursday May 2, 2013. 

You CAN participate right where you are. This year, in conjunction with All Romance eBooks, you can purchase any of the books being sold with a QR Code. Here is mine. Scan it and pick one of my titles! It’s that easy.










You can also PREORDER SMOLDER which comes out in ONE week. 20130324-112758.jpg

Clinical psychologist Ellie Quinn is starting a brand new job at a hospital in Savannah. She doesn’t expect the amorous attentions of quick-tempered ex-cop Owen Mata and handsome Russian surgeon Dmitri Komarnitskaia. But choosing between the two is soon the least of her worries. When she persuades a battered woman to leave her husband, Ellie finds herself the target of a sinister serial killer, and something about the case is making Owen increasingly unstable. Only with Dmitri does she feel safe, but if she can’t bring her psychological skills to bear to catch the killer, she won’t be the only one in danger.

Pre-Order at Amazon

Pre-Order at Barnes & Noble

Pre-Order at Kobo

Pre-Order at Ellora’s Cave

Thank you!




Dragon, Ebook, Elf, Elves, Fae, Fairies, Fairy, Fantasy, Fiction, Romantic Times, RT Convention

RT Convention Schedule

I’ll be in Kansas City this week for the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. So I’ll mostly offline as I attend panels my friends are on, learn more about this fabulous career I’ve chosen, and party late into the night.

Here’s where you can find me: 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013 

Club RT – 4:45 – 5:15 pm. 

Ellora’s Cave Bad Girls of Romance Disco Inferno – 9:00 pm till Midnight

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Club RT – 3:15 – 3:45 pm.

eBook Expo – 4:00 – 6:00 pm 

RT’s 30th Anniversary Ball – 8:30 pm till Midnight

Friday, May 1, 2013

I’ll be attending panels, stop me and say hello at any time.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Fan-tastic Day Party 6:30 – 7:00 pm. 

If you see me, please feel free to stop me and say hello. I’m bringing extra key chains, flyers, and stress balls to sign and hand out. I’d love to meet you.

Graylin Fox


Beauty Blog #4: IT Cosmetics CC Cream

I have found the holy grail of makeup for me, it’s Innovative Technology Cosmetics CC Cream.

ITCCCreamI’ve used this now for two weeks and finished it off with IT’s Bye Bye Pores Powder. WOW. I live in the southern US where the temperature has been 80 outside and 90+ in my car when I run errands. This is the first full cover foundation I’ve used that takes the through the entire day, never feels like I have anything on, and I STAY DRY all day.

No oil, no grease, no build up. Nothing. Just as soft and dry at 8 pm as it was in the morning. My skin is better as well because of the lack of buildup throughout the day, removing my make up takes less effort.

Never thought I would find something that did this. I love my other foundations and can’t bring myself to throw them out, but I’ve found the one I’ll use 90% of the time.

Have you tried it? What did you think?


Beauty Blog Post #3: Wen Hair Care

One of my clients complimented my hair recently and found out I’m capable of doing a full informercial in 10 minutes flat. I love Wen. It’s an unnatural passionate love for hair care that can keep my “so thin you can see through it in the pool” fine hair healthy even on bad hair days.

Holy Crap

Wen was created by Chaz Dean, a colorist, to keep the color in his clients hair longer. Well hell, sign me up. I had to start coloring my hair when I was 30. For some odd universal entity decided that at the exact moment I grew out gray hairs, my blonde hair would darken, but only at the roots. Nice joke.

I had to start coloring my hair and it takes a toll. My hair is so fine a five minute breeze outside works as well as the best hair dryer. My hair started thinning. CRAP! Not the best thing.

I found Wen in 2012. I tried it for a while but it was expensive and I didn’t see much of a difference. Turns out, I used it wrong. So after watching Chaz tell everyone over and over how to use it on QVC, I ordered a small bottle and gave it another chance.

That’s it, I’m hooked. I have all the “flavors” and my clients compliment my hair, which never happened before. Not only that, I keep the replenishing mist spray in my desk at the office. The Winter Vanilla Mint one… nom nom nom.. so any flyaways, caught in the rain during lunch, I’m feeling nasties, can be sprayed away in a few spritzes.

I’m all in with this now. I have the oils to condition your scalp that I use once a week and the travel packets (2 oz. each) so I can take it on the road with me.

See you next week,





I wrote this poem after 9/11. It still applies today. I’d hoped it would never be relevant again. Boston, you remain in my thoughts, even after they catch the men involved, as you heal.


The smoke still rises from NY and DC
the work could take months to complete
but we excel at repair and rebuild

We fought to build this country
and defend it we will
our principles cannot be torn by bombs

You have awakened a nation
that didn’t know it was asleep
and when you attack us from the outside
We descend on you as ONE.

Bodies were broken and torn
families have been ripped apart
You have caused a wound we will never forget
but it will heal

The anger of hundreds of millions
are now pointed at a few thousand
and we are not alone

The world will not stand still
you have no place to hide
flashlights are now being carried
by every nation and nationality
~even your own

Our flag can be blown apart
but everyone of us carries
the threads in our souls

It will always fly


Graylin Fox


Beauty Blog Post #2: Tarte Maracuja Self Tanner

Tarte Self Tanner

I love Tarte Cosmetics. It’s all organic, the packaging is recycled, and the colors are fantastic. Yet, when they came out with a self-tanner I was doubtful.

Holy Crap

See, I’m practically translucent. So when a product says it can tan you without turning orange, I doubt it.

Tarte didn’t lie. I can tan, slowly, with this product and not turn orange. They say it doesn’t smell like self tanner, it does. Just as bad as the rest of them. What it does do is tan me and then fade away without leaving those spots that look like age-spots. Even on my face. Hence the photo of my see-through face right here.

It’s now my go-to self tanner. I don’t use anything else. I still lay out in the sun, those posts are coming up this summer, but in the winter I can put on two layers of this, even on my face, and get a great tan for myself and not have to worry about looking scaly a week later.

See you next week,




Beauty Blog #1: Haute Gel Nails

I have a confession to make: I’m a skincare/makeup/hair care junkie. At 47 years old, the effortless look I aim for takes a lot of work. I started indulging my beauty product addiction in graduate school. I returned to college after a 17 year successful career in Information Technology. Yep, I was a professional nerd.

I went back to school and got my doctorate in psychology. I can tell you from experience that a person with serious mental health issues is easier and nicer to talk to than a “blue screen of death.” Since my grad school career started when I was 40, my classmates looked fabulous while I aged rapidly. After all, we were in South Florida. Studying for finals on the beach is great until you realize you baked new wrinkles into your face. ACK!

This blog will cover items I use personally. I won’t be making treks out to beauty supply stores to stock up on the latest things. I’m pretty good at that already and have a large collection of things under my bathroom sink.

haute gel nailsToday, I’m talking about Haute Gel Nail at home nail kit. I ordered this because I love to have painted nails but I’m hard on them. Anything on my hands needs to handle cooking,cleaning, typing, scrubbing.. every day things. If I have to baby my hands to keep polish on, I take it off.

It is easy to apply. The gel goes on a little thicker than regular polish. I put it on four fingers and then placed them in the light. It talks to you. It says you can press the button for 5 seconds to get her to stop talking. I couldn’t get that to work. BUT, it does bake the nails dry in 60 seconds. Yeah, I know, 60 seconds. So I put on a second coat and it baked in 60 seconds. I used the included wipes to take off the tacky film and my nails have been shiny for seven straight days. No chips, bumps, cracking, anything. I’m happily surprised.


You can even see where I messed up in application still there a week later. These are advertised to last two weeks. I’m getting antsy here and might change the color before then. For me, it’s worth the price to be able to have great looking nails for an entire week.

I already own the light, which is the expensive part of the kit, so I can buy as many colors (and Haute makes some fabulous ones) as I want.

Thanks for stopping by my new Beauty Blog weekly feature, check back for more!



Book Reviews, books, Dragon, Ebook, Elf, Elves, Fae, Fairies, Fairy, Fantasy, Fiction, Publications, Romance, Romantic Times, RT Convention

All Romance QR Code

This year at the Romantic Times Convention the eBooks available will be any of them on the All Romance site. So, they had us set up QR codes you can scan with free apps on your phones to take you there.

Here’s Mine: AllRomance2013Code

I’ll be selling all of my titles except SMOLDER. You can PREORDER Smolder at any time between now and it’s May 9th release date, though. And I’ll have a LOT of flyers there. 

2013-03-26 17.11.56-1

As you can see, I have a few things to send out and carry with me! I love this part of writing.

I hope to see you there, but even if you can’t make it the QR codes will still work for the eBook fair. That’s right! You can attend from your living room! 

See you soon!



books, Ebook, Fiction, Romance, Suspense

The Unexpected Sequel

So I was emailing my Ellora’s Cave editor and the idea came up to contine the love story, and suspense (Oh My!) of SMOLDER. Today I started writing it in earnest. Looks like Ellie Quinn’s story will continue.

Remember you can preorder SMOLDER right now at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo Books.

Off to finish some more hot romance!



books, Ebook, Fiction, Romance

Knightly Desire by Lisa Fox

Hi Everyone!

I am thrilled to announce the release of my erotic, fantasy romance, KNIGHTLY DESIRE!

To celebrate, I am giving away a copy to one lucky commenter on my blog. Head over to LISA FOX ROMANCE ( between now and Sunday, March 24, 2013 to enter!



A routine mission turns disastrous when Knight Captain Brant and his men encounter a renegade mage. Injured and near death, Brant is brought to a nearby sanctuary of the god Ison, where the chaste sisters heal all those in need.

He is given into the care of Gabrielle, a talented healer. She is young, vivacious, bold—and a mage. She is everything wrong for him, and yet their desire and need can’t be denied.

Brant lives for his duty. Gabrielle belongs to a god. The lust-filled bond between them is powerful, but forbidden. No matter the consequences, their erotic bond cannot be ignored.


Copyright © LISA FOX, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“You’re awake,” a female voice said and Brant jumped. He turned his head toward the sound and found a young woman roughly twenty years his junior sitting on a stool on the opposite side of the room. His armor, sword and shield sat on a table beside her. “The Mother feared you would never rise.”

She was a spark of brilliant light in the otherwise barren room and Brant hungrily drank her in, everything in him yearning to absorb all of her vibrant energy. He took in her round face, smooth with the innocence of her youth and marveled at the striking contrast with her wide, sapphire eyes. Those eyes held ancient wisdom in their depths and seemed to know secrets far beyond her years. That look, that shadow, added maturity and dimension to her youthful appeal, making her a devastating woman. He tried to tear his eyes away, he knew his examination was improper, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been too long since he had gazed upon anything beautiful.

She ran her hand over her short, spiky red-brown hair as she studied him. Her eyes trailed over him as she waited for him to respond, her gaze both curious and sensual. Her lips parted as she lingered over his bare chest, and when she dragged her tongue over her plump bottom lip, his cock stirred. Visions of capturing her warm, wet mouth assaulted him, and he could almost feel how soft her lips would be against his, how sweet she would taste. Blistering arousal ignited in his chest, awakening all of the nerve endings in his body, and he was suddenly, acutely aware that he was naked beneath the thin white sheet. Her gaze traveled farther down, leaving a path of fire in its wake, and when she paused at his waist, he almost gave in to the fierce, animal desire.

With a silent curse, he bit down on his tongue, hoping to temper his thundering pulse. It was completely inappropriate for him to respond to her in this manner. Especially since he had no idea who she was or what circumstances had brought him to her. He cleared his throat and tried to shake off the lust racing through his bloodstream. “The Mother?” he asked, and winced as fresh pain shot through him. “Where am I?”

“The Britnol Sanctuary of Ison,” she said, and he blinked, finally taking notice of her robes, the red and white adornments of the sacred Sisters of Ison. Brant let out a disgusted breath. Oh, but he was a fool indeed. Even without the cowl of her station—which was odd, he’d never seen a sister with her head uncovered before—he still should have recognized what she was.

“Where is everyone?” he asked. The other sanctuaries he had been to were bustling centers of activity, the sisters treating multiple patients for a variety of injuries and illnesses. He seemed to be in a private room rather than the main hall of the temple, separated from the other patients, and disquiet settled in his chest. Could it have something to do with the mage? He had been touched by magic, was he now…tainted? He quickly pushed the thought aside. He was whole, weak, but still himself. He glanced over at his newfound companion. She did not seem overly concerned about being in his presence. He didn’t think she would be so calm if there was any reason for worry.

She shrugged one shoulder. “Who knows?”

Before he could stop himself, his gaze drifted back down to her mouth and unbidden desire resurfaced in his heart. There was probably a reasonable explanation for his segregation, but their isolation tested the limits of propriety. This woman may be a sister, however youthful her appearance, she was obviously old enough to have taken her vows, but he was an outsider. “Surely they wouldn’t allow a sister to remain alone in the presence of a strange man?”

“Why not?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. The gesture was all at once innocent and impishly wicked. “They say you are a man of honor.” She touched the white stallion emblazoned upon his shield. “They say that this means it is so.” She met his eyes. “Are they wrong?”

Brant’s heart swelled with pride as he looked at the stallion on his shield. It stood for everything he believed in, everything he fought for, held dear and would die to uphold. Honor, justice, duty. He met her gaze. “No, they are not wrong.”

Her smile brightened her entire face and her eyes sparkled. “Then why do you ask?”

He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. Her whole aura demanded it. She may be innocent, but she was also a tad bit too flirtatious for a sister. When the sisters took their vows, they gave themselves to Ison alone. He wasn’t much of a follower, but he did know that Ison was a jealous, possessive god. Brant decided he would do well to remember that—for both their sakes. He forced his face back into seriousness and tried to assume as commanding a tone as possible considering he was lying in a sickbed. “Bring me the Mother. I wish to depart.”

Her smile widened and his blood heated. He had seen beautiful women before, he had mingled with and even romanced some of the refined ladies of the royal court, but none had ever stirred in him the longing that she inspired. It was thrilling. “Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” she said, her tone playfully admonishing. “You were quite wounded when your men brought you here and we vowed in His name to heal you. The Mother is not going to let you go until she feels that is done.”

That was not the answer he wanted and he bristled at the confinement. He needed to get back to his men. That mage had been gathering an army. He needed to make sure that the threat had been eliminated, that everyone was safe. He was almost certain that he had succeeded, but there was always a chance that the man still lived, still posed an immediate and terrible danger. “I’m fine.”

She laughed, a joyful sound that filled the entire room. “Are you? Well then, stand up.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. Was she actually challenging him? He was so shocked, he almost laughed. “What?”

“Come on,” she said, humor and mischievousness and deep knowing in her blue eyes. “Stand up. Prove how well you are.” She rose to her feet and extended her hand to him. “If you can take even two steps, I’ll get her for you.”

She was teasing him. He shook his head in disbelief. And he was enjoying it! “Why do I have to prove anything to you?”

She smiled. “Because, Sir Knight, I am your keeper until you have recovered.”

“You?” he said, and this time he did laugh. “You’re barely old enough to be your own keeper.”

“I am older than I look and we both know that wisdom is not reliant upon age.” She raised an eyebrow and her smile transformed into a smirk. “And you have not gotten out of that bed.”

He told himself that he was not being baited. He was going to get up, prove to her how fit he was and end this ridiculous game. And he was fine. Mostly. Fine or not, he had to get back to his men and resume his command. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and rose from the bed. His legs folded beneath him.

She was by his side in an instant, holding him up. She hugged him tightly and the soft, floral scent of her filled his head. He breathed deeply, taking in her delectable fragrance. Her body moved against him, lithe and firm under the heavy, shapeless robes, and the fire that had been simmering in his blood flared back to life. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Her smooth, white skin flushed a rosy pink and he could feel her breath catch. His eyes fastened on her mouth and hunger descended upon him in a wave of lust. She lifted her chin to him, her pink lips slightly parted and he leaned into her, accepting the unspoken invitation. The warm flutter of her breath tickled his lips and long buried desires swept through. He wanted to drink in her heat, her beauty, her feminineness, things that were forever missing from his life. His cock awoke with deep, throbbing need and his eyes drifted shut as everything in him yearned for one tiny taste of heaven.

The door opened and Brant started at the sound. The Grand Mother entered the room, frowning mightily as she took in the scene and the girl froze in his arms. The Mother’s steely-gray eyes fixed on the sister and he felt her twitch. “Gabrielle, attend,” the Mother commanded, and his beautiful keeper deposited him on the bed and went to the Mother’s side. “I believe it is your turn to stock the warehouse?” she asked, and Gabrielle flicked him a last look before nodding and leaving.

When the door shut behind her, the Mother turned her attention on him. “Welcome to the Britnol Sanctuary of Ison, Sir Brant,” she said. “I trust you are finding it comfortable here?”

Her voice was sharp with disapproval and it only deepened Brant’s regret for his actions. He had come into this house of a god and tried to take what didn’t belong to him, what he had no right to claim. “Mother,” he said, inclining his head to her. A formal bow would have been better, but it was the best he could manage. He did not think he could stand up again without help. “Thank you for taking me into your house of healing. I am in your debt.”

The Mother inclined her head in return. “We do our sacred duty here,” she said, and then met his eyes.

Brant heard the warning loud and clear. A warning he was ashamed to have to receive. He had tarnished his own honor when he tried to take advantage of the young sister. It was not a mistake he would make again, no matter how much his desire for her enflamed his blood. She was not his for the taking.




About the Author:

LF_logo_2World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.



Twitter: @LisaFoxRomance