Ruby grew up in northern Minnesota and still lives only seven miles from that same little town. She is quite happily married to her high school sweetheart after 31 years. She has two grown sons, ages 29 and 24 and an adopted daughter from Colombia who just turned 20. To add to the mayhem, she also is the proud grandmother of two little girls, ages 5 and 2, and they keep Ruby active and young at heart. Add in a very sweet, but old yellow Lab, a yappy Pomeranian and a very, very arrogant Siamese, it's needless to say that she's one busy lady! Reading and writing are two things that Ruby is very passionate about. When she's not planted in front of her computer in her home office or tending to her family and friends in the summertime, you can find her in either one of her many perennial gardens or floating on one of Minnesota's beautiful lakes, dragging a line in the water with one hand and holding a beer in the other! Here's something that not many know about Ruby. She plays the French horn and the trumpet!! And she's been known to stand on the end of her parent's dock at their lake home and play one heck of a brassy Taps early in the morning…especially when there's been a huge party around the firepit the night before and more than one head is 'swollen' from one too many libations. Then guess what she does? She turns and RUNS as fast as she can. Thank you for taking a moment out of your busy schedules to find out a little bit more about me and my books. Hugs to you, Ruby Storm

"This book was totally hot! A very definite testimony to the strong love between Emmi and Mark since it takes a very strongly committed person to agree to share his fiancé with his best friend. The angst they all shared while in the planning stages is a testament to how much they care for each other, plus their insistence that whatever happens will not affect their friendship. The author easily lets the reader know the ménage is only happening because their relationship is so strong and it is written clearly with emotion and deep caring while still being highly erotic. Highly recommended as a true fantasy!"
Lisa - The Romance Studio Reviews

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Essence of Emerald BOOK TWO in Ruby's Precious Gems Series Emerald Tucci is engaged to one sexy man. Mark Vistar embodies every woman's dream. Tall, muscular, and handsome enough to send shivers down any woman's spine. But still, Emmi can't confirm a wedding date and the reason is Jay, Mark's best friend. She doesn't love Jay, yet the man's sensual magnetism has her enduring sleepless nights and rampant sexual emotions…and wondering what it would be like to have two men make love to her at the same time. To squash her wandering thoughts of a fantasy come true, she speaks honestly with Mark in hopes that by coming clean, her strange desires will be put to rest. Emmi even admits that her candor could possibly mean the end of her engagement, but she risks telling all. She never counted on Mark and his devotion to her, or the fact that he loves her enough to make her fantasy come true. **** 5 Blue Ribbons from RJ ! "From the very first page Ruby Storm's ESSENCE OF EMERALD captures the readers interest. I became very intrigued by Emmi, Mark and Jay, their situation, and the emotions that are almost tangible. I loved the heartfelt honesty between the characters and the adult way they sit down and discuss the possibility of fulfilling Emmi's fantasy. It's obvious that the friendship they share is extremely important to all of them and somehow that makes their ménage much more personal and sweet. While the ménage is undoubtedly very hot and exciting, it's the emotional interaction and trust between them that brings an extra satisfying spark to this storyline. This is a thrilling story that I will definitely be adding to my keeper shelf to read again in the near future." -Chrissy - Romance Junkies Reviews

I am a writer of the sometimes sweet and sometimes erotic romance. No matter the genre, let's not forget that there is always an alpha male present, whether hard-nosed and overbearing or one who hides his sensitive side. As a reader of romance I expect the "happily ever after" all due to the devilishly handsome hero. So, it's a little bit crazy that what I wanted to shed some insight on how I feel about the women in my life, those special ladies who always give me my 'happily ever after' no matter what the situation. My mother, my daughter, my sister, and the wonderful eclectic bunch of friends I'm so extremely fortunate to have. Being fifty years old, I couldn't have imagined myself getting to this point without these wonderful women. I have shared laughter with them-laughter that makes the muscles of your face hurt. I have shared tears of sorrow so devastating that I never thought I would get to my feet again. But I did and so did they- The reason why? It was because of that amazing unbreakable bond that women have and it was because of the ever-present silent strength a woman happily lends to a friend in need. Cheers to all the women in my life and cheers to all of you who understand exactly what the 'sisterhood' means!

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Pamela Campbell, Editor Diana Hunter, Author friend Ruth D. Kerce, Author friend Titania Ladley, Author friend Lee Croteau, Best Life-long Friend Sue Sailer, Ruby's sister

COMING SOON!!

Releasing March 28, 2007
Perfecting Pearl

BOOK THREE in Ruby's Precious Gems Series
Sean Pearl had gone out of his way to find that one special person to share his life with. He's endured endless evenings in nightclubs, horrendous single's events and despite his sexy good looks, he always returns home alone because he won't settle for less than what his heart sought. Sean never imagined that it would take a quick trip through the doors of a department store for him to discover the love he'd been waiting for-someone who could match his sexual desires.

When Terry Winston slipped on the ice, he never dreamed that the man helping him to his feet personified the qualities he had searched for in a lover. Nothing about Sean suggested his sexual orientation. Yet it was like sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Together, they discover that love has no boundaries, no set of perfect rules. For excerpt, please visit

Excerpt for Essence of Emerald
Emmi wiggled on her chair and struggled to appear relaxed and sated from her meal, but she'd hardly touched it. Mark on the other hand had eaten with gusto, laughing and joking throughout supper.

Jay wiped his mouth with a napkin, sat back and darted his dark eyes from one to the other. "Okay, I have to ask. What's going on?"

"Are we that transparent?" Mark asked.

Emmi could have kicked him.

"Well, hell yeah. You've talked so much tonight that I'm surprised you managed to finish your meal." His gaze turned to Emmi then. "In contrast, Emmi, you've hardly said a word. You're wiggling and squirming like you're in the hot seat or something. What's up? Things don't seem quite what they should be. Can't put my finger on it, but you two definitely have me wondering." Suddenly, he sat forward. "Oh, wait one minute. Have you two finally set a date for the wedding? Is that what this is about?"

Mark found Emmi's hand, surprised that it felt clammy to the touch. He gave it a squeeze for encouragement, winked at her and turned to face Jay. "Well, in a roundabout way. We were discussing it last week, but something else came up. Something we both wanted to speak to you about."

Jay leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now my interest is really piqued. Come on, Mark, out with it. The suspense is killing me."

Mark took a deep breath. "All right. Emmi and I were talking about the possibility of simply eloping-well, I was talking about it. Then she told me something that surprised the hell out of me."

"Mark?" Emmi stated quietly. She met his understanding eyes. "Let me."

He nodded his consent.

Emmi took a moment, then finally began. "I want to say something first, Jay. And I'm speaking from my heart. I love Mark with all my being. So much so that when he suggested we head to Las Vegas to get married, I had to tell him about something that has bothered me for quite a while. What I told him at first caused a bit of an argument." She squeezed her fiancé's hand. "Well, maybe a better way to describe it would be some hurtful sentiments. We spent the night apart. But the next morning, we were able to discuss it maturely. Mark loves me."

"You two didn't break off your engagement, did you? Man, don't tell me that is what's going on. You two belong together. It's plain for everyone to see."

"No," Emmi smiled. "Far from it. I told Mark about a fantasy that I've been thinking about. A sexual fantasy."

"Wait a second," Jay blurted. "I know the three of us are close, but you don't have to share something like that with me."

"But we want to. We want to because in my fantasy it's not only Mark and myself, but you also."

A clock could be heard ticking in another room. Jay's swarthy features paled a bit as he glanced from one to the other. He cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again. His eyes searched Mark's steady gaze. "I don't know what's going on here, but I want you to know I've never made a pass at Emmi. Never. I wouldn't do that to you."

Mark chuckled. "I know that, Jay."

Jay studied his friend for a moment, swung his gaze to Emmi, and then back again. Understanding, however tentative, dawned in his eyes. "Are you saying- are you asking what I think you're asking?"

Mark wrapped an arm around Emmi's shoulders and pulled her close. "Yes."

"Spell it out," Jay demanded softly. He had it figured out, but even as sexually prolific as he was, he found it hard to believe that the couple before him was actually inviting him to join them beneath the covers.

"I know Emmi loves me, but she's been struggling with the fact that sexually, she's attracted to you. It took a bit for me to understand, but what she feels really is not romantic love. She took the chance to tell me her deepest emotions, knowing full well there was every possibility that I might walk away." His blue eyes softened, but sparkled as his gaze followed the line of one blushing cheek. Emmi peeked back at him. "She felt guilty when I asked her to elope and refused to say yes until I knew exactly what she was feeling."

Jay scrubbed his jaw with a trembling hand as he stared across the table. Anyone could see how the two felt about one another. Mark and Emmi were a matched set. They always had been and always would be. He couldn't help it when his gaze slid over Emmi…Buy the book today!

 

My favorite month is Fall I love fall. Here in Minnesota, the colors are glorious! My yard is full of maples, all different shades of orange, yellow and red. And I love the cool weather. Hiking boots, a comfy sweatshirt and a baggy pair of jeans has now become the perfect outfit. Did you know that you can smell autumn in the air? It's a scent like no other and has to be caught first thing in the morning. My dad and I play the same yearly game of who can call who first with the following statement, "Did you smell it this morning? I did." - No need to say 'fall in the air'. It's a given. Let me explain. The scent of fall comes to you as you first step outside. The grass is beginning to turn brown, even rotting a bit beneath the fallen leaves. The flower beds have shriveled. You know instinctively there's going to be a special crispness to each cool breath you draw because the waning fog hangs just over the tip of trees. The sun is just beginning to poke over the horizon, its orange burn ghostly as its rays slice through the breaking haze, yet the air is still chilly against your skin. And you know before that first breath is taken all the way in, that this may be the special morning you've waited for. And then it hits you. Summer is fading away. Autumn is here, but there's a telling hint of snow in the air and you've just sniffed in the perfect morning. So I run into the house, chuckling because I know I won the contest yet another year. Of course, as soon as the phone is back in the cradle, I race outside for another sniff!