If you have read the first two books in the Harry Russo Diaries, you know that Harry has had a busy couple of months. All she really wants now is for her life to settle down and get back to normal – or at least as normal as it can be for a witch that sees ghosts.

Her latest project is opening a coffee shop and she tries to immerse herself in the day-to-day work of getting the venture off the ground. Too bad her life just keeps getting in the way of her plans.

Excerpt from Deadlocked:

On the night after the fourth body had been found, Tess and I were hard at work weeding through the ever growing stack of résumés.   It seemed like every werewolf in the city had decided they needed a job in the new shop and so I had recruited Tess to help go through them all.  Not knowing what to expect in terms of actual customers, I decided to hire two people to start.  Mrs. P would continue to operate the flower shop as usual, but now that Tiffy’s social skills had improved, she would move over to provide daytime help in the coffee shop.  I figured at first, we’d make sure to always have two people in the shop at any given time.  Judging from the applications I had, I didn’t think it would be a problem to hire someone else if customer traffic warranted it.

HildeWe were in the process of winnowing down the list to our top five applicants in order to set up some interviews when my ‘spidey-sense’ vampire detector went off.  I turned to look at the door just as it swung open, the little bell above it chiming quietly.  For a minute, I thought my sixth sense must be on the fritz because standing in the doorway appeared to be a slight, young girl of about sixteen or seventeen.  She was dressed in skinny jeans with the knees worn out, tennis shoes and a black hoodie.  Her hair, which was dyed a fiery red, was pulled back in a ponytail and for the most part hidden under a frayed, army style cap.   She could easily pass for just about any teenager in the neighbourhood.  That is until she turned and met my eyes.


Deadlocked is available for pre-order now. Release date: June 6, 2016

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Yep, I wrote a book with sex in it. In fact, I’ve written several now, including my soon-to-be released hot and spicy novella series, The Yacht Club. Writing sex scenes can be a lot of fun and while it might be a tad embarrassing to have my MOTHER read them, at least I know my BROTHER never will (at least that’s what he says).

The other day I found this terrific blog post about writing your first sex scene and it was laugh out loud funny so I thought I would share. Even if you’re not a writer, these are hilarious and worth the read.  Definitely NSFW.

Delilah Dawson’s 25 Humpalicious Steps for Writing Your First Sex Scene


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If erotic romance is your cup of tea, then don’t forget to check out my first novella in the Yacht Club series, From the Heart. Available on Amazon, April 4, 2016.


What a Girl Wants


Excerpt from Home Again

What did she really want?  More sex was the first thing that came to mind.  Oh man, sex with Mike had been incredible, and it wasn’t just because she had been having a particularly long dry spell.  Allie had spent the last week reliving their afternoon encounter, imagining his hands, his tongue, his – Allie blushed and busied herself behind the bar trying to think about something, anything else, but it was no use.  Her body ached to feel his touch again, but it was so much more than just the sex.  She found that she really missed him, being with him, seeing his twinkling, green eyes and his cheeky grin.  Allie Daniels, you are in so much trouble.

Home Again
by Lisa Emme

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Mmmmm Strawberries


Excerpt from Home Again

Allie watched as Mike bit into the tart.  His eyes widened, then closed for a second or two as he savoured the sweet, creamy treat.  “Oh, wow.  This is so good.”  Mike grinned and licked the corner of his mouth to get a bit of strawberry topping that was stuck there, before taking another bite.  Allie stared, mesmerized by his sensual mouth.  When he paused to take a swig of his milk, his eyes grinning at her, Allie blinked and looked away, embarrassed at getting caught daydreaming.  It was just that even his mouth was sexy.  She rushed and took a bite of her own tart.

When she dared to look at Mike again, his grin widened.  “Uh, you’ve got a little something…” He gestured at the corner of his own mouth.

Allie licked her lips, smacking them together.  “That better?”

“No,” replied Mike.  With a frown, Allie reached up to wipe the corner of her mouth with her finger.  She moved to suck her finger clean when Mike grabbed her wrist.  Their eyes met and Mike smiled mischievously.  He guided her hand to his mouth and delicately sucked the tip of her strawberry covered finger, caressing it with his tongue.  Allie’s breath caught in her throat as a shiver ran down her spine.  “Delicious,” Mike said with a grin.  “The tart was good too.”

Home Again
by Lisa Emme

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Check out my Pinterest board for props from Home Again and some great recipes using strawberries.

You Can Go Home Again

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Excerpt from Home Again

“Oh, oh.  Don’t look now…” Becky cast a furtive glance across the bar.  “But that sexy cowboy has been watching you all night and now he’s heading over here.”

“What?”  Allie looked over to where Becky was now staring.  “Oh, that’s just Mike.”  She picked up a mug and started to dry it, trying to act casual.

Becky turned back to eye her suspiciously.  “Mike?”

“He’s the new vet working with Doc Mundy.”

“And?”  Becky drummed her fingers on the bar.

“And what?”  Allie tried her best to school her expression.  “He’s a nice guy.”

“A nice guy?  A nice guy?” Becky looked exasperated.  “That’s all you can say about that prime piece of beefsteak?”  She shook her head.  “Allie Daniels, you’re holding out on us.”  She glared at Allie suspiciously.

“I am not….now hush.  Here he comes.”

Home Again
by Lisa Emme

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Luck of the Irish

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Well, hoist a green beer and kiss me, I’m Irish. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, the one day of the year where EVERYONE seems to be Irish.  Although, Emme doesn’t sound particularly Irish, there is a bit of Irish in me and I have to admit to a fondness for all things Celtic. I guess that’s why the two main characters of the Harry Russo Diaries have Celtic names.

In fact, Harry’s family, despite the less than Irish last name (Gran married an Italian? There’s got to be a story there) all have Celtic names.  There’s Gran, whose name is Aislin (pronounced ‘Ash-lin’) and Harry’s mom’s name was Deirdre, another traditional Irish name.  Of course Harry, whose real name is Angharad, also has a very Celtic name (although it’s more Welsh than Irish). Salvador even comments on it in Dead and Kicking. And let’s not forget our favourite growly police detective Cian (pronounced ‘Kee-an’) Nash.  He’s a handsome Irish rogue, if ever there was one.

DK small version coverExcerpt from Dead and Kicking:

“So, do tell me Miss Harry Russo, how does a lovely, young lady such as yourself come to be called Harry?”  Salvador looked at me with reappraising eyes.  “Surely it must be short for something?  Harriet perhaps?  Although in truth, I don’t think that is much better.  No, something else then.  Hermoine?”

“It’s Angharad, but please, everyone calls me Harry.  I – ”

“Angharad!  How delightful.  You never hear the old names anymore.”  He turned to look at Nash.  “Why Cian, we have another Celt in our midst.” He laughed heartily like it was some great joke then raised his glass.  “Slainte! Salud!”

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A Deal with the Devil

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Excerpt from Tooth and Claw

I was in hell.  Surely I must have died and I was in one of the nine circles of hell, the one where sinners go and have to sit through endless petitions from long-winded immortals who thought the small print on a legal contract was scintillating.  I was actually sitting in Dante’s Inferno, the nightclub, so the comparison was appropriate.

It was the night of my weekly visit to the Magister.  As an added bonus tonight, for some reason Salvador decided that I should accompany him while he held an audience with his vampire subjects.

I should have known that Salvador had something special in store, when Henry, the limo driver that picked me up each week, arrived with a familiar white box tied with a blood red bow, a sure sign that Salvador had been shopping for me again.  Since it was now part of our new agreement, I had no choice but to accept it.

I actually liked today’s selection, not that I hadn’t liked the previous McQueen dress.  I just wasn’t used to wearing clothes that cost more than three times my former monthly rent.  I didn’t have a clue how much this dress cost, probably not as much as the McQueen, but I’m sure it was up there, judging from the pearl and crystal embellishment that covered it.  The dress itself was an Alice & Olivia in white silk.  It had a high neck with a flare silhouette, the skirt coming to about mid-thigh.  The reverse cut out back left more bare skin than I was comfortable with when dealing with vampires, but I could live with it.  Or, at least I hoped I could.

So far, I had managed to keep from ruining it, like I had the last dress Salvador gave me.  And that was despite the fact that I had to take down a bitchy vampire intent on tearing out my throat.

Tooth and Claw – The Harry Russo Diaries, volume 2
by Lisa Emme

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Harry’s Adventure Continues


Excerpt from Tooth and Claw 

I love churches.  There is something almost magical about them.  I don’t mean my kind of magic, I just mean something that makes them feel special.  Maybe it’s the calm and hushed voices, the reverence they make you feel.  Whatever the case, St. Anthony’s, with its gleaming stain glass windows, was one of my favourite churches in the city.

I was here for a funeral.  Well, I wasn’t actually here to attend the funeral; I was working.  Often, we get an order to provide flowers for a funeral service that the family would then like transported to the site of internment.  It meant I had to hang around until the end of the service and grab the flowers, then drive them to the cemetery.  We had been so busy lately, I had actually hired a delivery guy, but he was out making deliveries across town, so I was working this one.

Mourners were slowly beginning to trickle in and find seats.  I was standing to the side in one of the small chapels off the main nave, trying to be discreet and watching the ghost of the recently departed pace back and forth in front of his own coffin.  At least it wasn’t an open coffin.  I really don’t get that.   Why would you want to stare at a dead guy?  Did you need proof he was dead or something?

Tooth and Claw – The Harry Russo Diaries, volume 2
by Lisa Emme

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