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A Highland Sunday Snog (@MFRW_ORG @book_tribe)

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The recent release of Rakes in Tartan has led to a resurgence of interest in Temptation in Tartan, the first in my series (so far) from Ellora’s Cave, Highland Vampires. So I thought I’d throw out a Sunday Snog from Temptation, which remains one of my favorite books. I love its complexity. I hope it retains intimacy while providing a story of broad scope. And there’s the mega-hot BDSM sex, which stands in contrast to the fairly chaste buss described below.

But first–the blurbage–you want to know what it’s about, right?

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

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Published by Ellora’s Cave in June 2012, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list for historical (other) romance and spent a full week in the top five.

And now, the sweetly sexy snog:

The tiny chapel had been a good choice on her mother’s part. Without the attendance of family and friends, using any of the larger, more popular churches would have been frightful. Set offside the main kirk, the chapel, with only a tapestry depicting Christ’s birth, was by contrast cozy, comfortably holding the few attendees: Lydia’s cousin, her mother, plus Kieran’s cousin Dugald Kilborn. Kier’s cousin shared what she guessed were family traits: tall form, dark hair and that strange, pale skin. P’raps the Highlands weren’t sunny.

The local cleric stumbled over the words of the standard Church of England ceremony, and Lydia guessed that her mother had insisted upon the ritual that was familiar to her rather than what local custom preferred. Then the fellow

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spoke a few words in Gaelic and asked her to do the same. She obeyed, stumbling over the unfamiliar sibilants.

She cast a frightened glance at Kieran, hoping he wasn’t angry. She hadn’t meant to mock his people…their people. But he watched her, the slight smile curving his lips the sole betrayal of his mood. His eyes twinkled reassuringly before one lid dropped, an unmistakable wink.

She completely lost the thread of what the priest had said and stopped speaking. Instead she simply stood there and stared at him, blinking in confusion.

His grin stretched wider and he picked up where she’d left off, repeating the Gaelic with calm certainty. He took her hand and placed his wrist next to hers. His skin felt cool and a little damp, as though he were sweating with nerves, but his face showed no hint of anxiety.

The cleric wrapped cloth around their wrists and their hands were even closer. Despite the tightness of the binding, he turned his forearm to grasp her fingers. His hold was firm and determined.

She looked down. His hand and hers were pale as dawn,  indistinguishable in color. Where did she end and Kieran begin?

His fingers tightened, and she relished that, noticing his size and strength compared to hers.

Gasps came from the onlookers and again she blinked, confused. Then she noticed that the bright swatch of fabric that the cleric had twisted around them was tartan. It bore two shades of blue crisscrossed by bright yellow and red stripes.

Forbidden, but Kieran had dared.

She met his eyes again and he leaned toward her to whisper in her ear. “I couldna resist yer dowry, kylyrra.”

His breath tickled her ear. Then he shifted to kiss first her forehead, then her cheek and mouth, just as he had before, giving her an extra buss on the lips. Affectionate rather than blatantly lustful, and she liked that.

Then he raised their bound hands high and kissed the back of hers. His dark eyes surveyed her with a serious regard and even a little possessive pride. “Yer mine, now.”

That evoked a shiver. But why?

About me:

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

 

New Release ~ Rakes in Tartan ~ Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG #kindle)

I’m hosted today by the SSLY blog. The acronym stands for Smile, Somebody Loves You!  And I really love that. Thanks!

New Release ~ Rakes in Tartan ~ Suz deMello.

A Regency Book Hook! (#MFRW_ORG, #MFRWhooks)

I again participate in Book Hooks, the weekly blog hop sponsored by the MFRW (Marketing for Romance Writers) group, created by the amazing Kayelle Allen. Thank you, Kayelle!

Today I’m highlighting Rakes in Tartan, my newly-released vampire-in-kilts-at-Almack’s tale. Though the hyphenated phrase I just wrote pretty much describes the theme of the book, here’s a blurb:

Setting: London, 1816 The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisite debutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

Rakes in Tartan

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

And here’s the “Book Hook,” a few sentences that are meant to draw you, Dear Reader, into my story:

Dagmar stood. Clad all in white, her pale flesh almost indistinguishable from the clothing she wore, she seemed a woman made of ice but for the fiery stone between her breasts. Andrew was determined to melt her, break her, bring her to her knees. He could be wrong, but he thought he’d understood her at first glance. The next few moments would tell him if he’d found the woman he’d needed all his life, or if he’d meet her son at dawn with pistols or rapiers in hand.

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About the author:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver

Suz deMello

Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients. Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists. A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

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Suz deMello visits Eliz Coldwell talking about vamps (#MFRW_ORG #kindle)

Sue Swift/Suz deMello:

I’m Elizabeth Coldwell’s guest…thank you. Elizabeth!

Originally posted on The (Really) Naughty Corner:

In a word: they’re hot

Like great chocolate, vampires are smooth, seductive and dangerous. They’re invariably wealthy because they prey upon whoever they please and can steal for a living if they choose. Anne Rice’s Lestat is the classic example.

And many female fans enjoy the fantasy of losing control to a sexy, dominant male. On top of that, our culture worships the young and the beautiful.

In my writing, I emphasize not only the vampires’ sensuality, but also their unnatural strength and speed. In Rakes in Tartan, my hero, Tor Kilburn, doesn’t box or fence to stay in shape, but he “flies” – or appears to. Here’s his version of taking a relaxing jog at night:

Tor stood on the roof of the manse he shared with Andrew. Though the home was centrally located near Piccadilly, the misty streets ’round about were deserted at this extremely late hour. The…

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Happy Book Birthday to Love’s Sorrow!

 

 

Today marks the kick-off of Love’s Sorrow blog tour AND part one of …

  a sneak peak at the entire first chapter!

Follow along during the tour for parts two through ten, and be sure to check out the rafflecopter below for some Love’s Sorrow goodies!

 

Love’s Sorrow

Love’s Sorrow, Means of Mercy #1

Historical Romance

by Terri Rochenski

Release Date: April 21, 2014

Publisher: Roane Publishing

 

Hired as a nanny for her cousin’s children, Anne Tearle finds security and a loving family. The children are a dream, but London society is a world of its own, one where a displaced farm girl has no business being. But, wealthy rake, Gavin MacKay, helps her to see associating with the upper class might not be as horrid as she first assumed.

 

Like all things worthwhile, love comes at a price, and the cost soon bestows more anguish than joy. Lost, but not undone, Anne must find the courage to begin life anew, or succumb to sorrow’s unrelenting waves of grief.

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 Chapter 1 / Excerpt 1

With a loud grind and clanking, the train came to rest at King’s Cross Station. The engine car let out a hiss like the sigh that escaped my lips every night when I laid on my pallet after a long day’s work.

Pressing my face to the window, I stared in amazement at the mass of moving people. When boarding the train in Birmingham, excitement kept me from giving the well-to-do folks more than a mere glance, but I sat captivated as my fellow passengers disembarked around me.

Lavish bonnets and bright-coloured dresses of silky material made me ashamed of the threadbare gingham frock and tattered straw hat I wore.

Aunt Martha and Mary always tried to keep up with the latest fashions by ripping and sewing old dresses—garments beyond repair became an extra flounce or two, and the nicer threads unwoven and made into lace collars or cuffs. I hadn’t ever been allowed time for such frivolous activities, so I made myself content with proper skirt length and suitable patches for worn elbows.

Content, until I gazed upon the ladies of London in all their finery. Aunt Martha would say those folks sinned by squandering their money in such a way.

For about the tenth time, I imagined my aunt’s kitchen minus its scullery maid and target for hurled objects. I choked back a giggle for what must have been the fifth time that morning. My days of being a slave were over, for I had been offered employment.

Fingers trembling, I stood and wrapped my thin shawl tight around my shoulders, clutched my bundle closer, and walked the train’s narrow aisle. I stepped onto the platform and peered around the sea of faces for Joanna Telford.

I had never met my cousin from London. Until a few weeks earlier, I wasn’t even aware I had family beyond Uncle Edward and Aunt Martha. Mrs. Telford wrote to tell me she and her husband were in need of a nanny and governess for their two young sons, and being the merciful guardian he was, Uncle Edward decided to send me away from his wife.

Without her knowing.

Another smile lifted my lips, and I shifted on my feet, moving my tied bundle from one hand to the other. I grimaced as a whiff of body odour rose. Aunt Martha allowed me to bathe once a week, which would have been on the morrow, but asking to do so early certainly would have aroused suspicion. Sneaking away from her house before sunrise as I did would never have occurred with success.

No one spared the poor farm girl a second glance, and insides buzzing like a honey bee, I stood unmoving, a white-knuckled grip on my worldly possessions.

Minutes moved passed slower than a lazy stream and the surrounding crowd began to disperse. I waited. Despair crept closer with every passing heartbeat.

A stooped man in black livery made eye contact with me, and a pleasant smile lit his face as he started my way.

“Miss Tearle?” His voice rasped like a rusty barn door hinge.

“Yes. I am Anne Tearle.” I was grateful to my aunt for one thing. My accent matched almost perfectly with those buzzing around me. Aunt Martha’s hatred of the Black Country we lived in and the cane across the back of my legs every time I slipped into the bouncing regional lilt had eradicated all but the barest traces of it.

The elderly gentleman removed his hat, tucked it under one arm, and dipped his head. “Welcome to London, missy.” His smile widened and the skin around his watery blue eyes crinkled. “I’m the Telfords’ coachman, Emanuel. The missus has sent me to collect you.”

About Terri Rochenski

Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

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Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number

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of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

–Her current blog is http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com

LM Somerton welcomes me 4/20/14 (MFRW_ORG #romane #Regency vampires)

Welcome guest author Suz deMello.

A Regency Sunday Snog (#MFRW_org)

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We again participate in Vicky Blisse’s weekly blog hop with a selection from Rakes in Tartan.

Blurb:

Setting: London 1816

The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisitedebutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

And now, the snog. Enjoy!

“Tell me, did you enjoy your former fiance’s kisses?” Tor asked.

“Sometimes,” Huldra answered honestly. “Other times, not so much.”

“What did you notice about the times you did not care for his kisses?”

She frowned. “He would become very wet. Almost like a drooling puppy.”

“I shall avoid imitating a puppy.” His arms tightened, and he covered her mouth with his.

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His lips were cool, but the fire they ignited was anything but. She felt him entirely, not merely his mouth caressing hers, but his long, strong body pressed against her own, which seemed oddly to have become feather light. One hand reached up to stroke her cheek, and the other urged her even closer. His unique scent surrounded her, filling her senses, and she only distantly heard the wind sighing through the trees. She was much more concerned with the groan of pleasure emanating from Tor’s throat as he stroked her lips with his.

He stopped and she let out a little protesting cry.

“’Tis all right. But open your mouth for me, sweetling.”

She frowned and narrowed her eyes.

He laughed. “I promise not to slobber.”

“Umm…very well, then.”

He laughed some more before he again bent his head to take her mouth, which she opened but hesitatingly.

He flicked his tongue around her lips. Hmm. That felt good, so she opened a little more.

“Give me your tongue, love.”

“What?”

He fixed her with a firm glance and lifted his brows. “Do it, lassie.”

She responded to his command and lifted her face for another kiss. This time, he parted her lips with his and eased in his tongue. She met him halfway, and found she enjoyed the sensation of Tor stroking her tongue with his.

‘Twas almost like talking! She’d recede, and he would chase. Then he slid his tongue away, and she searched for it with hers. Finding it was like sucking on the tastiest candy ever. She became aware of the rest of her body, and his. Especially the warmth where they pressed together, hottest at the junction of her thighs.

She was accosted by the thought that this was what her mother had warned her against, but she didn’t care.She could do this all day and all night long. She could gladly kiss Torquil Kilburn for the rest of her life.

Her body jolted. She’d known she liked him but hadn’t realized… Her mind spun, and she swayed in his arms. He held her tighter, supporting her weight without apparent effort, but didn’t stop kissing her.

She fell again into the bliss of his touch, allowing her concerns to recede in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.

Then gradually his tongue, and then his lips, slowly withdrew. He released her and stepped back, holding on to only her hands.

“Woof,” he said.

She burst out laughing.

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 Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift,

and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

Why do we love vampires? A Guest Post by Suz DeMello (#MFRW_org @romancebookfans @RtBBlog @WorldLitCafe @TheKindleWhisperer)

I’m a guest at the blog of fellow author Margo Bond Collins, who has written an entertaining YA paranrmal, Fairy, Texas. Check it out!

Why do we love vampires? A Guest Post by Suz DeMello.

Happy Easter weekend, all!

Happy release day to me and to Rakes in Tartan! (#MFRW_org)

Ah, my favorite song!

Happy Release Day to Me!   Happy Release Day to Me!

Happy Release Day to Mee-ee

Happy Release Day to Me!

And yes–there will be many more!

But today we celebrate Rakes in Tartan, my sexiest novel yet!

Here’s the gorgeous cover:

Rakes in Tartan, available TODAY!
April 18, 2014

What’s it about, you ask?

Setting: London, 1816

The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisite debutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

 

And here’s a mega-hot excerpt–a glimpse into the mind of one of the two lusty heroines

WARNING: YOU MUST BE OVER 18 TO READ FURTHER!

Dagmar grevinne Draugursdatter stared at herself in her cheval glass. It also reflected her room, luxuriously appointed in purple and gold, with a smoldering coal fire at one end and a large four-poster bed in the middle. When she’d bought it, she hadn’t truly believed she’d exercise her predilections while in London. Now she felt she might have half a chance of getting what, or rather who, she wanted in that bed.

She ran her hands up and down her long, naked body, loving herself. She cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples with her thumbs, watching as they hardened.

She turned to look at her rump. It sported purpling bruises, ovals where he’d clutched hard, holding her fast as he’d swived her.

Andrew MacReiver.

How had he known?

She did not know how, but was grateful that he had. Grateful he’d seen her strange trait, a trait that drove her to acts that were quite beyond acceptable behavior in persons of their class—in persons of any class, really.

She closed her eyes and breathed, reliving the moment he’d pushed his delightfully thick rod into her for the first time. Heat snapped along her veins and she staggered, catching the edge of her dressing table for support.

He was a rake, of course, and therefore she could not depend upon him. But she did not need him for anything essential…except her happiness. She shuddered.

She was the daughter of dragons and owner of the night. She would not, could not allow anyone to have such a hold over her. But that one summer day, she’d been reshaped into a man’s toy.

She lay on her bed, closing her eyes the better to remember, and to enjoy.

 

 

The summer sun beat down upon her, warming her thirteen-year-old body through her embroidered linen blouse and heavier skirt. She sprawled on an old quilt with her new friend, Ragnar, who was from far-off Hålogaland, visiting friends in Bergen for the summer. They ate a picnic lunch, then talked and drowsed.

She awakened to find Ragnar’s body close and his lips on hers.

Her first kiss, and as far as she knew, his also. So they’d used the afternoon to learn together, clothed bodies pressed tight, tongues entwining. He’d bitten her throat, she remembered, which had given her a more intense feeling, pain mixed with pleasure.

He’d walked her home through the long summer evening, then kissed her again outside her door and told her he’d speak with her parents on the morrow. Enveloped in the warmth of his love, she entered the house to encounter her father, his face like thunder when he saw the marks on her neck, her kiss-swollen mouth.

“You dared let that boy touch you?” he’d roared. And he tossed her over his knee, raised her skirts and spanked her.

It hadn’t hurt. Instead, her body had seemingly turned to flame, like the breath of the dragon. Fortunately, her father had interpreted her gasps and pants as pain.

She’d so wanted to sneak out to see Ragnar again immediately to tell him of this wonderful, surprising variation on the games they’d started to play together, but didn’t dare incur more of her father’s wrath.

True to his word, Ragnar had spoken to her parents the very next day. Age sixteen, tall and broad-shouldered, a nobleman from the far north, he’d spoken to her father as an equal.

And her parents had agreed. She and Ragnar would marry. “Soon,” she’d begged.

Later that wonderful day they’d taken the same quilt to the same private spot, and she told him what she’d felt. He’d obligingly repeated the experience, first kissing, biting and touching. Then he’d bared her bottom and spanked her.

And the same thing happened. The sting of his slaps combined with her arousal to create a fire she couldn’t reach any other way.

 

 

She sighed. She and Ragnar had enjoyed each other for twenty-eight years, until he’d gone to fight for Norway’s freedom and lost his life. She could scarce credit it. That someone had been able to kill a creature such as Ragnar shocked her.

 

 

Like what you read? GREAT! I love to make readers happy!

This is my seventeenth novel and I’m very proud of it.

And there’s more–lots more!

I already have a couple of reviews:

I was blown away… fascinating…different…unexpected…

–Patricia Wheeler, BDSM Book Reviews

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Four stars…vivid…gripping…

–Susan Foulkes

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Buy it here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/rakes-in-tartan.html

About the author:

Suz deMello

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift,

and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

Bitches Be Writin’ with Suz deMello #MFRW_org @book_tribe #musecharmer #kindle

Sue Swift/Suz deMello:

I’m a guest at the (ahem) Bitches Be Writin’ blog!

Originally posted on Bitches Be Writin':

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

What inspired you to write your first book?

I had always felt a creative wellspring bubbling inside me, but didn’t know how to express myself. I tried everything—singing in…

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