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#EggcerptExchange - House of the Rising Son by Tevann Rogers

Blurb
Sex. Rebellion. Rock and roll.
Living After Midnight, Book 1
 
Cheyenne is a half-human incubus whose star is on the rise in the Unakite City rock scene. His father, the leader of the supernatural races, would prefer he keep a “low profile”, but screw that. Cheyenne has as much music in his veins as royal incubi blood.
 
Alexander's future is all set—finish law school, join the family firm, and marry someone who'd be good for business. Not that he has a say in any of it. He's barely met the woman his father expects him to marry.
 
As Cheyenne's musical career takes off, his carefully constructed life begins to unravel, exacerbated by an ex-lover who can't let go, a crotchety barkeeper with a dirty mind and a pure heart, a drag queen who moonlights as a nanny, and Alexander—who's not sure if he's falling for the incubus or the rocker.
 
Cheyenne denies who he is, while Alexander hides what he wants. Together, they learn that getting what they truly want means being who they truly are.




 
Excerpt
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The blue-gray glow of the synthesizer’s lights increased with the music’s crescendo and tugged him to the edge of his seat. The beginning of a show was one of his favorite parts. He was also partial to the middle and the end.
 
But Alexander didn’t applaud and stomp and scream in anticipation like the rest of the crowd. He was grateful to be able to keep his composure, but the truth was, it was all he could do to remember to breathe.
 
With a burst of light and a thunderous chord, Cheyenne appeared at center stage, arms out from his sides. An ethereal white light illuminated him. A rock and roll messiah.
 
To purchase:
Amazon
Barnes and Noble
https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5575/house-of-the-rising-son
 
 
Trevann’s Bio
Trevann Rogers writes urban fantasy and LGBT paranormal romances. Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addition to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Like these elusive creatures, Trevann learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.
 
Author links
www.trevannrogers.com
www.facebook.com/trevannr
www.pinterest.com/trevannr
www.twitter.com/trevannrogers
 
 
Character Q&A: Cheyenne Constantine
 
1. Nickname~ Chey
2. Favorite food ~Zander
3. Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? ~Poor but not for much longer
4. Secret desire or fantasy ~I want my father to be proud of me
5. What would you do if you won the lottery? ~Buy a big house, get my kids very thing they want, and get a custom made guitar.


Thanks Trevann for stopping by,


Tina

Brenda Baker’s #EggcerptExchange “Surviving Haley” #YAcontemporary #forgiveness

What if your mistake is unforgivable?
 

Surviving Haley
Lauren Werthman struggles with guilt and depression. Even moving to another state and into a new home doesn't help her overcome the life-altering aftermath of losing her sister.
Memories of the tragic accident reverberate through her life as her family tries to cope, but Lauren's life spirals out of control. Her mother criticizes her choices every day, her father continues to work later and later, and people at her new school seem to know the family secret. 
Lauren binge-eats, has nightmares, and doubts the existence of a God Who didn't intervene to prevent the senseless tragedy.
As Lauren's family and friends work through the pain and guilt, will they find that even though the void will always remain, the power of forgiveness brings peace and hope and a bright future, or will Lauren forever be lost to the pain and guilt?
 
Excerpt:
Out in the hallway, I joined the human current heading for my next class, gym. Even that didn’t seem so bad, since a sugar-induced high had kicked in. Weaving through the crowded hallway, I hung a right and …Oh, God, the smell. Chlorine. A swimming pool, behind a glass wall, next to the girls’ locker room. All that water. Splashing sounds.
My legs stiffened. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t bend my knees. Someone was whimpering. Was it me? The floor seemed to float out from under me. The lights were too bright, the white tiles too shiny. I was afraid I’d pass out, or worse, puke. When I tried to scream, the sound died in my throat, the same way it had that day. Run. Now.
 
 
 
Surviving Haley is available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Surviving-Haley-Brenda-Baker-ebook/dp/B016HBWKNA/
http://www.amazon.com/Surviving-Haley-Brenda-Baker/dp/1611164826/
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/surviving-haley-brenda-baker/1122754541?ean=9781611164817
http://pelicanbookgroup.com/ec/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&keyword=Surviving+Haley
 
Brenda’s Bio:
Brenda lives in Nebraska with her husband and a stubborn husky. When she's not writing, she enjoys hanging out with family, reading, traveling, camping, golfing and swimming. She's working on a new YA story about a sixteen-year-old girl who finds herself homeless after her mom loses their house to foreclosure. 
 
Website: http://www.httpbrendabakerweebly.com/index.html
Blog: http://brendaeileenbaker.blogspot.com/
Twitter: Brenda@YAauthor
Facebook: www.facebook.com/Brenda-Baker-Books-509377362555851/
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/14841878.Brenda_Baker
 
Character Questions: Favorite place to visit: a parkSignificant other: boyfriend, JonahMost important goal: to forgive herself for her sister’s deathWorst fear or nightmare: a recurring dream about the day her sister died.Favorite food: chocolate
 
Thanks for stopping by my blog, Brenda
 Tina
 
 
 
    
 
 
 

#EggcerptExchange with @LindaSienkiewicz Sharing In The Context of Love

Today I have the pleasure of hosting Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz writes women’s fiction/contemporary romance. Her debut novel is titled  In the Context of Love.









In In the Context of Love, Angelica Schirrick wonders how her life could have gone so far off-track. She remembers her forbidden high school romance with Joe Vadas, the son of Hungarian immigrants. Scandal tore them apart, Joe disappeared, and she’s spent years trying to recover from the split. Shortly after, a devastating family secret shattered her sense of self, leading to a multitude of bad choices that include marrying a man with a missing finger and enough secrets of his own. She leaves her husband and, with two children in tow, begins a journey of self-discovery that leads her back home to Ohio. She must find a way to put the past to rest before she can be open to life and a second chance at love. And what if Joe returns? Will he help her, or tear her family further apart?

Jacquelyn Mitchard, author of #1 NYTimes Bestseller, DEEP END OF THE OCEAN, says: “With humor and tenderness, but without blinking, Linda K. Sienkiewicz turns her eye on the predator-prey savannah of the young and still somehow hopeful.”

Bonnie Jo Campbell, author of Michigan Notable Book MOTHERS TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS, says “Sienkiewicz’s powerful and richly detailed debut novel is at once a love story, a cautionary tale, and an inspirational journey. It should be required reading for all wayward daughters, and their mothers, too.”

Eggcerpt from In the Context of Love:

“That’s different.” His grasp was firm as he examined the top of the ring where the pointed end and the head overlapped, but you and I know he wasn’t really interested in the ring. He rubbed his thumb in the center of my palm, studying my eyes. A buzz ran up my arm to my scalp as if he’d pressed a button or a trigger.

 

“What’s a nail wrapped around your finger mean?”

 

“That I’m tougher than I look.” It sounded silly, spoken out loud, and I regretted telling him.

 

“Man, you’re one weird chick… the way you dress, the things you say.” He didn’t let go when I tried to take my hand back. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed the inside of my wrist. The devil’s breath on my pulse. “Do you know how to love, or is being tough all you know?”

 

I gave him a cold, quiet stare, but he didn’t back off the way another man might have. He held me fast with black eyes that slid down my throat to settle between my breasts. My resolve melted like a chocolate drop in his hand. I’ll be honest: I imagined him picking me up from the stool and throwing me onto my back on one of the tables behind us, legs apart, right here in the bar, and me liking it. This push-pull game with a stranger in a business suit troubled and intrigued me. Pool balls clicked like cap guns. Child’s play. Double dare yous. I reminded myself I was done with one-nighters as I wriggled my hand away from his. I swallowed the last shot and set the glass down.

 

“Thanks for the drinks and the barstool analysis, doc. Session’s over.”

 

He hopped up to help me with my jacket, a gentlemanly gesture that made me self-conscious, as if I were undeserving. “It’s late. Let me see you home,” he said, smooth as a key turning a lock. I knew his routine. Next, he’d be pushing his way into my place, and then his way into me. He slapped a couple of bills on the bar for Rufus and said to me, “Wait a sec, gotta drain the monster first.”

 

His audacity made me laugh. The minute the cocky bastard turned his back, though, I was out the door. And I almost got away, too.

 

In the Context of Love can be purchased in paperback or e-reader on Amazon http://amzn.to/1IiVWEs  or Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/1QFs340 

Here’s an interview with Angelica Schirrick, the narrator of  In the Context of Love:

1. Do you have a nickname?
I’ve been called troublemaker, short stuff, hot stuff, cupcake, angel, and hure (by my German grandmother — don’t ask why), but most people call me Angie.

2. What do you do for a living?
I’m the marketing and community service director for Safe Harbor, a non-profit women’s domestic violence shelter in Cleveland, Ohio. Not too bad for someone with an associate’s degree from a community college.

3. What’s your most important goal?
That would be to raise sane children, which isn’t easy when they have a felon for a father. Of course, if I hadn’t married the sick bastard, I wouldn’t have two children to begin with. I can’t win.

4. Are you wealthy, poor or in-between?
I’m comfortable. So what if my plates are chipped, my end tables have water rings, chew marks from toddler’s teeth and dings from Tonka trucks? Who wouldn’t want a home out of House Beautiful with Pottery Barn furniture, cherry wood cabinets, granite counters and a sunken tub? I’m comfortable. Let’s leave it at that.

5. What is your secret desire or fantasy?
That’s easy – to marry Joe, the love of my life, the man who disappeared as cleanly as if he’d been tied to an engine block and dumped in Lake Erie.
 

Author Linda K. Sienkiewicz attributes her creative drive to her artistic mother, who taught her to sew, and her father, who let her monkey around with the gadgets in his workshop. Her poetry, short stories and art have been published in more than fifty literary journals. She has a poetry chapbook award from Bottom Dog Press and an MFA from The University of Southern Maine.

Website http://lindaksienkiewicz.com
Twitter https://twitter.com/LindaKSienkwicz
Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/lindaksienkwicz/
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/lindaksienkiewicz/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/linda.k.sienkiewicz 


Thanks Linda for joining the fun and doing the Eggcerpt Exchange,


Tina

 

Shadows of the Past By @Carmen_Books / Carmen Stefanescu #EggcerptExchange #paranormal

Today, for the Eggcerpt Exchange, my guest is Carmen Stefanescu








Carmen Stefanescu was born in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
            Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.             She has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989 and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.
Author Links
 Carmen Stefanescu's Site:

Carmen Stefanescu's Links: http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/https://twitter.com/Carmen_Bookshttp://www.pinterest.com/carmens007/http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Stefanescu-Books/499245716760283http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6624397.Carmen_Stefanescuhttps://plus.google.com/117216040843648957646/postshttp://www.amazon.com/Carmen-Stefanescu/e/B00APVDGAA/ref=n_athr_dp_pel_pop_1                      Shadows of the Past


Publish date: 4th December 2012Publisher: Wild Child PublishingGenre: paranormal/light romance/light horror.                       BlurbAnne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them. The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment. Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest? A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
                           Excerpt 

The peal of the church bells from the abbey tower startled Genevieve. The sound added to her mounting anxiety.
The massive abbey loomed over the stone paved path.  All the nuns were at evening mass.  With a bit of luck her disappearance would go unnoticed for a few more hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered.
Fear skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the path leading to town. Nothing stirred.  She hesitated.  Evil emanated from the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid oak gates that flanked the abbey's main path. They had hidden her from detection for the past couple of hours, but how much longer would she be safe?
The mountain shadows grew thicker and closer.
She moved her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing, but she lacked the strength to return to the gardener's cottage and wait for Andrew's arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and made her whole body ripple with fear.
She'd rather wait for Andrew here, outside.
Had he forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary nun?
Had his folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out of her predicament meant a huge risk for him -- losing his family, his friends and his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. "I will risk everything for you, even life, if necessary."
* * * * 
"Anne, Anne, wake up. Wake up, please," the insistent voice whispered next to her ear.  The touch of a hand, on her shoulder, startled Anne.
She opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a stranger, a woman, by her side.
The moon's pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap in the tent's entrance; yet the stranger's whole body emanated a kind of soft ray, a yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.
A long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries centuries ago, covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman's red hair, which fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her chest and back.
Anne stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her lips and whispered, "Hush, come. Follow me."
Anne's eyes widened.
The woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide above the ground. Her bare feet didn't make a sound.
As if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading into the forest, without questioning her own actions.
An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.
Buy Link: Wild Child Publishinghttp://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=84&products_id=410http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=84&products_id=410Buy Link: Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-of-the-Past-ebook/dp/B00AK2D9I8/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1354874514&sr=1-15&keywords=shadows+of+the+pastBuy Link: Barnes& amp; Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadows-of-the-past-carmen-stefanescu/1113910162?ean=2940015715026https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.htmlTrailer: Shadows of the Past http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LmY-9yDl5s


Character Questions

1. Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable Miss...
"Genevieve. My name is Genevieve, but Sister Clementa, the Abbess,  and some of her followers call me The witch."
2. Tell me, Genevieve, where are you living?
 Genevieve ( a small sigh escapes her lips. Then she shrugs) "Well, for the moment I reside at St. Mary’s Abbey. On top of a mountain in Britain, in the...cursed forest."
3.  Do you have any schooling?
Genevieve  (nods and pats and invisible crease of her dress) "Kind  Old Bertha, who took care of me after my family perished, taught me to read and write. Not only English but also Latin. And, most important, she taught me how to prepare healing potions from plants and herbs. Perhaps that’s why the Abbess hates me so much. A peasant girl of the 13th century is dangerous if she knows more than her superiors, I think."
4. What are your worst fears or nightmare?
Genevieve (throws a shy look around her. She shivers and her voice is small) "I fear the cursed forest. This forest is responsible for what happened to my family. My father’s odd behavior, the death of my siblings. All the evil that lurks in it.
My nightmare - the Abbess, sister Clementa, who threatens me all the time with sending me to the stake. I can’t understand why she wants me out of the way."
5.  Is it anything that you secretly desire?
Genevieve (blushes and wrings her hands. Then she looks me directly in the eyes. Her voice is strong now. ) "To become Andrew’s wife and grow a family. If his family agrees....If the Abbess lets me go... If God  forgives me for giving up being a nun.....If I escape alive from the forest.... If....”  



Thanks Carmen, for sharing and have a great summer,


Tina

An #EggcerptExchange with Author Linda Nightingale with a Gambler's Choice @LNightingale #romance

Gambler’s Choice

By Linda Nightingale

 A novel about people who love horses…

From The Wild Rose Press

Cover Artist:  Debbie Taylor

Editor: Mary Harmony

 

Tagline:   An English aristocrat and a Virginia socialite go head-to-head—and feet-to-feet—in a battle over ownership of a very special horse.

Keywords:  Horses, 3-day Eventing, equine, equestrian, horse lovers, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, gothic, books, writing, reading, new releases, The Wild Rose Press, horse books

Rating:  Spicy

Digital Price:  $4.99

Print Price:  TBA
Character Questions1.      Nickname:  Becca (short for Rebecca) McQuaid2.    Currently residing in...Horse Country, Virginia, and a lovelier place you’ve never seen…except Somerset, England, perhaps3.    Favorite type of pet – I wouldn’t really call a horse a pet, more like a friend and partner, but hands down, the horse.4.    Most important goal – To own Gambler’s Choice, a beautiful bay stallion—a problematic dream, since his owner, the Baron of Hampton, refuses to sell—for any amount of money5.    Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? I’m a rich girl, but that doesn’t guarantee I get everything I want...like Gambler’s Choice. 

Blurb:

Becca McQuaid came to England to find the perfect horse but instead met a darkly mysterious challenge in Austen Heath, Baron of Hampton. She’s determined to buy Austen’s stallion Gambler’s Choice. He’s determined not to sell, but the rivals are thrown together by an accident that leaves Austen with a broken leg and the threat he’ll never ride again.


Austen Heath has the title, heritage and manor house…but not the fortune. Becca is wealthy. Her charms are irresistible, but he believes she’s shopping for a Ladyship to go with her money. He has another reason to hold the sexy blonde at arms’ length—the unexplained disappearance of an old friend everyone thinks was his lover. When her body is discovered on his property, he becomes a suspect in her murder.

 

Excerpt:

 

Rebecca McQuaid was in England for one reason.

To find the perfect match.

Size was important. Becca was a tall girl. Money was of no consequence whatsoever. Becca was a wealthy girl. Heart mattered most. He must have the heart to go the distance. She dreamed of a partnership that would last a lifetime. But looks did rank quite high on her list of priorities.

“I simply can’t ride an ugly horse. That would be like dating an ugly man.” Tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she laughed and winked at her friend.

Meg shot her a frown, her tone accusing Becca of being an uncivilized colonist. “Rebecca McQuaid, you say the damnedest things.”

An appreciative chuckle turned her around to squint into the sun. A tall, elegant, dark figure of a man on a magnificent horse caught her imagination mid-stride. She couldn’t see the rider’s face, but she knew he’d overheard the exchange with her friend. He saluted her with a tap of his whip to the brim of his hat as he rode past. Excitement capered over her, and she smiled. The horse’s muscled, blood bay rump glistened. The stallion was sixteen-two hands, fit and impeccably groomed.

“Nice buns. That one’s good-looking enough for me.” She elbowed her friend. “Who is it?”

Meg shaded her eyes. “Gambler’s Choice and Austen Heath. Both horse and rider satisfy your criteria, my dear girl.”

“The horse is handsome.” She wished she had gotten a better look at the bay, but he was a mahogany blaze in the morning sun. “Are you telling me the rider is?”

“That’s the general consensus, but Austen hides in that rambling, dark mansion of his.” Meg studied the pair picking up a trot along the arena. “Fierce competitors. Hard to beat at Intermediate. We’ll see how they handle Advanced.”

 “An Advanced horse?” Becca wriggled her shoulders. “I’m in the market.”

“Look elsewhere.” Meg’s finger jutted at Becca’s nose. “Austen won’t sell Gambler for love or money. Guaranteed. Not even for the kind of money you’re willing to spend.”

“Meggie.” She linked arms with her friend. “Everything has a price.”

Meg balked like a donkey. “You’re in a different world, princess.”

“Well, not everything. Love doesn’t have a price.” Pain wrenched her heart as a memory of the breakup with Daniel flashed through her mind. The hurt was too fresh to even think of another man. “But I’m not in the market for love.”

Becca had found that the best way to protect her heart was to play spoiled little rich girl. She had that part down pat, and, as Winston Churchill had said, There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.She was looking for a horse to fall in love with and help mend her broken heart.

 

Buy Link:  http://www.amazon.com/Gamblers-Choice-Linda-Nightingale-ebook/dp/B01AB2TCZU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1452498279&sr=8-2&keywords=linda+nightingale





 


About Linda:

 

Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

 

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award.   She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club.  Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano.  She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

 

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LNightingale

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/LindaNightingaleAuthor

Web Site:  http://www.lindanightingale.com– Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.

Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/- Lots of interesting guests & prizes

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4839311.Linda_Nightingale

Pinterest:  https://www.pinterest.com/lbnightingale1/

 

Book Video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03972_A_5-Y





 

 

 

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Thanks for stopping by and doing the exchange,


Tina

#EggcerptExchange Deputy's Bride @AnitaPhilmar #historical

Today, I'm talking to Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever. She is featured in Anita Philmar's Deputy's Bride




So do you have a nickname?  No, people just call me, Sarah. Or at least to my face that's what they call me.


 Job?  Other than take care of my husband? No, I enjoy people but now that my husband is dead...well, things have changed.
 
Level of schooling, or self-taught?  No, I learned more of what I know from watching others.

Currently residing in...?    Naked Bluff, Texas
 
Favorite type of pet? My horse is my world. He’s all I have left from my...well prior life.
 
Favorite place to visit? At one time, I enjoyed the city. Now, I prefer to live a quiet life away from the gossip and mean comments regarding my past.
 
Significant other? Bo Kildare says he wants to marry me but I’m not so sure. He is handsome and appears almost to good to be true. Still, most men want more than there willing to tell you so I’m reserving judment until I get to know him better.
 




 
Blurb for Deputy’s Bride (3rd book in the Naked Bluff, Texas series)
 
Deputy’s Bride is an erotic, historical western that is a stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA. Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.
 
 Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling. Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head.
 
Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?
 
Excerpt:
 
Fighting to stay in his chair, Bo studied the woman leaning against the bed. She tempted him in a way few women had in a long time. Not only beautiful with her blonde hair and sea-green eyes, she also had a confidence that appealed to him.
“I have certain expectations. Some of which others might not understand.” Bo recalled his conversation with his brother. He had shot down the idea of a woman living on the ranch, claiming Bo didn’t spend enough time at home to warrant a wife.
Bo had to agree, but he also knew Chase. He never objected to having the companionship of a lady, as long as he participated in the fun of fucking her. Now, Bo intended to make sure they both approved of the arrangement so all of their needs would be satisfied.
She popped another button free and shifted her hips onto the surface of the bed. “And what would those be?”
Staring at the swell of her breasts over the top of her corset, he knocked back the rest of his water and set the glass on the floor. “I’m a demanding lover and don’t want an innocent virgin to blush every time I slap her ass.”
He dropped his gaze. “I’m looking for a woman who will spread her legs, when I tell her and show me her pussy.”
“Like this?” Sarah caught the skirt of her dress and lifted it above her knees.
He’d noticed her bare legs, after he’d arrived at the cabin. Sparking the idea of her being naked under her red, silk dressing gown, he waited impatiently to discover the answer. His gaze lit on the creamy length of her thighs, and he stared at the blonde bush between her legs. “Yes, now, put your feet on the railing of the bed and let me see your pretty cunt.”
She smiled and obeyed by settling back on the bed. The wide expand of her knees provided the perfect view of her intimate, pink folds.
He groaned hungry for a sample of her rich cream. “Did your husband ever ask you to show yourself to other men?”
With a brief nod, she slid the last button of her gown open, exposing her trim waist and off-white corset. He spotted the small dimple of her navel and envisioned dipping his tongue into the tiny divot.
“Did he let them taste you?” Bo unhooked his belt and shifted restlessly in his chair. He had to see how far he could push her, so he’d know if she’d go along with his plan.
“Yes.” She stood, pulled off her robe and walked forward in her corset alone. “Micah liked to watch other men play with me until I became so hot, I’d beg.”
Damn, that’s exactly what he longed to hear. Bo grabbed her around the waist and drew her between his legs. He breathed in her sweet scent and rubbed his face against the soft flesh of her belly. “What did you beg for?”
He pictured her with one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, and another in her ass. A fire burned through him, igniting his lust. Blood pooled in his groin.
She tunneled her hands through his hair and tugged, drawing his head back. Her gaze met his with a wicked challenge. “I thought tonight was purely about you and me.”
Tempted beyond his endurance, Bo shifted her back enough to stand. “It is, but someday soon I plan to invite someone else to join the fun.”
“Does that mean you plan to marry me?” She worked her fingers over the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as she went.
“It’s why I’m here, and also the reason why we’re heading for my ranch tomorrow.”
 
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Bio for Anita Philmar
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.
 
Website:  http://www.anitaphilmar.com/
Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com
Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/
FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar
GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
 
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Goodreads  https://www.goodreads.com/anitaphilmar
Amazon Author Page http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C
 
Thanks for stopping by Anita,


Tina 

#AuthorQuote by @authortinagayle From Her Book Marketing Exec's Widow

"Some losses never heal you just slowly learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then for the one you lost."

by Tina Gayle

In an effort to help spread the word about all the incredible writers out there. I decided to start a new Segment on my blog. So for now or until the end of the year, I'm doing Author Quotes on Tuesday and Thursday.

If this takes off, I'll continue doing it. If not, then I'll try something else. Though it might take a new form during the egg-crept exchange event I do during lent.

The above quote doesn't appear in any of my books so far, but the Executive Wives' Club series deals with the grief process and having lost my father during the writing of the series. I developed the quote for myself to understand how you never really get over the lost of some people in your life.




  Blurb - Jennifer Larson, having lost her husband, friends and the perfect life she’d had plan, now faces the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives' Club is still wallowing in the past, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.
But does he really love her or is he only after her money?
   
Read First Chapter of "Marketing Exec's Widow" and Reviews

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 Have an awesome day, Tina
 

Tina's GMC to a Career Planning #MFRWauthor - Time To Plan for the New Year

If you are like me you have just dug out from under the holidays and having guest and need to start planning for the future.  So let's get at it.


 
Goals:  At the start of the New Year, we plan out what we want to achieve this year.  It might be easy to come up with the goals but hard to achieve them.  After all, we only have twenty-four hours in a day, no more, no less. Yet, we all know people who seem to get it all done.
How you might ask? 
Planning ahead and breaking things down in bite size pieces are the two best ways to achieving your goals.  Okay, you’re goal is to write four books this year. Impossible you might say, but let’s break it down with a few questions         

            How many pages can you write a day?
How long are the books?
How much time do you need to edit the book once it’s done?


Let’s say you want to write a 240 page book. You can squeeze out three pages a day with everything else you have to do.

Simple math 240/3 = 80 days.
You want to write 4 books x 80 days = 320
365 days in a year  - 320 = 45 days to do edits.
If you can edit each book in 11 days, you’ve made your goal with one day to spare.




Is this feasible for everything else you have to do?
            What about other commitments?
            Other objectives?
            Family? Friends?
            Will this fit in your over all scheme? What about promotion and blogging?
            Or can you make it happen by edit at odd time, like at your kid’s soccer game?
            Write more pages on weekends and take off time during the week.        

If you plan ahead, set deadlines and make your objectives clear to your family and friends, you can make it happen.



Motivation and Conflict


These two things can kill a well laid out plan. If you are unmotivated to write or have some type of conflict, your writing can suffer. This is where you need to work some flexibility into your plan. 
Work in time for potential conflicts that might arise, if they don’t it’ll only give you more time to write.  We all have life outside of writing and things happen. Like our characters conflict test our resolve and the best way to work our way through it is by revising our goals and forgiving ourselves for our shifts in priorities.
 
Find motivation can also derail a plan. If you worn out or struggling with other issues in your life, it can be difficult to sit your butt down in the chair and write. Again, give yourself a break and schedule a special treat for yourself like an hour in the tub with a glass of wine and scented candle. Remember to celebrate each victory that comes along and give yourself time to enjoy your accomplishments.


Here’s to achieving your goals this New Year.
Hope all your dreams come true. 
With a little planning, they will.
 
Tina Gayle
www.tinagayle.net
  
 
    
           
 
 

When A Widow is Tempted #excerpt #romance #ASMSG

Blurb for Youthful Temptations
 
A widow with two grown children, Linda Clayton is ready to let loose and have some fun. Jilted at a party, she met a younger man, Vaughn Reagan.  He tempts with an active imagination and allures her into his life by tempting her with seductive games.
 
Vaughn thrilled to find a woman who doesn’t want children.  He offers Linda a job so he can spend his days with her.  Now, if he could only convince her to forget their age difference and enjoy the nights in his arm.
 
 
What others are saying about "Youthful Temptations"
 
"Youthful Temptations is about a couple finding love and overcoming stereotypes. We see that we all have baggage, it’s a part of us, and those that love us don’t mind the load we carry. Awesome story, I really enjoyed Youthful Temptations."
 
Reviewed by Raine 
Read the rest of the Review at Joyfully Reviewed  Excerpt -
With each squishy step across the damp grass, she lambasted herself for being a fool. What possible reason could she have for leaving a crowded party to follow a complete stranger to his house? Was she nuts? No. But she couldn’t force herself to reenter the party and face Philip either. She lacked the strength to demand he drive her home, due to his apparent disgust and the possibility of another scene. On the other hand, a nerd she could handle. After all, Josh proved young guys today cared more about their computers than girls. “They’re less fickle,” he’d said. And Vaughn appeared young enough in his faded cotton jeans and light knit sweater to love his computer. A slim man with dark, curly hair and round granny glasses, he reminded her of her son. She couldn’t believe he’d be interested in her other than to help her out of a bad situation. But a little voice in her head reminded her that’s how Philip had developed into a problem. She’d underestimated the man. “If you don’t mind, we’ll go in through the garage.” The warm bass sound of his voice caressed her senses like the smooth whiskey she’d drank earlier to calm her frazzled nerves. He flipped up the lid of a small box located by the double garage door and entered a code into the keypad. The door lifted. A shiny new truck gleamed in the glow of the overhead light. The alluring scent of oil, gas, and a hint of new rubber infused her nasal passages. Inspiration struck. “Is this your truck?” Linda rushed forward and ran a long caress over the cold rim of the tailgate. “Yes.” He took a few steps along the driver’s side on his way to the back door. Linda’s spirit lifted at the chance of finding a way home. “Then you can drive me home.” He stopped and turned. “What?” “Well, the only reason I came over here to your house is because I don’t have a ride home. Philip drove me here, and I can’t ask him to carry me back. My son is at the library with his phone off. So . . .”—she tried to judge his reaction to her request—“if you wouldn’t mind.” “And what if I do mind?” His face appeared calm. No frown marred his lips, but the slight shift in his stance alerted her to his displeasure at the idea. She paused a moment to determine how exactly to answer his question so he’d agree with her plan. “Well, I could offer to pay you.” He frowned. “And if you still won’t concede, then I guess I’ll have to wait until my son returns from the library.” Her hands tightened against the cold metal. The unbending surface reminded her of the precarious situation. “He never remembers to recharge his phone, or he’d already be on his way.” A smile lit Vaughn’s face. He paced back to where she stood by the bumper of the king-size truck. “I’ll tell you what, if your son isn’t back in an hour, I’ll drive you home. But first, I’d like a chance to get to know you better.” He held out his hand. “Deal?” The spark in his gray eyes caught her attention. What harm could an hour make? Josh would probably take at least fifteen or twenty minutes to drive over here even after she contacted him anyway. “Deal.” She laid her hand in Vaughn’s. 

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Have a wonderful day,

Tina

#Author Kimbra Kusch #NewRelease The Cats of Cullaby Creek #EggcerptExchange

BLURB for THE CATS OF CULLABY CREEK:
 
When Savannah meets Kyle, its love at first sight. And why wouldn't it be? He's perfect, as far as she can tell. But Kyle appears whenever things go wrong. Maybe he isn't everything she thought he was. It's a complete mystery until she discovers the water in Cullaby Creek is being bottled and sold as vitamin “infused” water. Mistic Water promises the impossible. And then, like a magical elixir, it delivers. People who drink it feel younger, smarter, faster...healthier. But it doesn’t take long before side effects hit. Literally. The secret has to be in the water…or is it something more?
 

 
EXCERPT:
Kelly and Kyle
These two shared some sort of history. And now I was in the middle of their story.
Sparks flew through the air. But, they didn’t seem to notice—or maybe they just didn’t care how uncomfortable they were making the rest of us.
I scanned the room. The terribly odd thing was that while they stood in the center of the cafeteria—arguing—everyone’s eyes were on me.
What is so interesting about me?
After a few seconds, I heard whispered accusations slammed back and forth, like a ping-pong ball. My name, muttered in odd and angry tones. No one seemed to mind staring at me, but only the bravest few were sneaking sideways glances over at Kelly and Kyle, hoping no one noticed.
This wasn’t what I needed on my first day at a new school. I hadn’t come here looking for instant enemies, but I knew I’d accidentally stirred a private pot and things were already starting to boil.
I needed to do something and quick. From the sounds floating around me, if they got into an actual argument, I was going to get the blame.
I spit out the first words I could think to say, “What’s a new kid to do, after school, around here… for fun?”
Kyle sighed and chuckled, “That depends on what you’re hoping to find and what you think is fun.” He stepped back away from Kelly for a moment. “You big city kids always think something needs to be going on. But in real life, in a small town, not much ever happens.”
“We could ask my Mom to drive us into Astoria to do some shopping,” I suggested. It was a little too obvious—even to me—Kelly wanted me out of the picture and was trying everything she could think of to keep me away from Kyle. I almost felt sorry for her—but only for a second.
“Or,” Kyle sat down and nodded for me to join him. I could feel a warm rush of air and his scent worked its way up inside my head. I barely heard him finish, “We could go for a run.”
“What?” Kelly demanded, clenching her hands into tight-balled fists at her side.
“Savannah,” Kyle lowered his voice and said my name slow, putting an emphasis on the last syllable, like it was a soft sigh, ‘ah’. And, for the first time in my life, I loved the sound of my own name. “Is a runner. And she’s fast. Aren’t ‘cha?” He nudged me and moved even closer. I could barely think. His smell overpowered my senses; it was the sweet woodsy scent of him that took me by surprise. I closed my eyes and drank it in.
When I opened them back up, Kelly’s eyes were shooting red flames of rage straight at me.
I gazed at Kyle and felt a warmth in my stomach again. It was working its way up into my chest. “That’s not what you said this morning,” I laughed then spun away.

Bio: 


I'm a writer who grew up in a family with 9 kids and only 1 t.v. so I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick t.v. shows we watched. But I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows...
 I still love to run...and read. My favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games...okay, I know, it's a survival book but it's really all about romance. Then there were the series: Twilight, Fifty Shades, and more but I also love paranormal, Horror and even light books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat... Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write.
 
 

 
KIM’S AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Kasch/e/B00ZOAUKMO/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Website: https://www.kimkasch.com
https://www.kimbrakasch.com
Blog:https://www.kimkasch.blogspot.com
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009489617484
Twitter: https://twitter.com/kimkasch
 

1. Nickname: Vannah
2. Worst fear or nightmare: That Kyle won’t make it out of Mist
3. Favorite food: Chili Dogs
4. Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? In-between
5. Secret desire or fantasy: To Morph into a cougar

Thanks Kim for stopping by and best of luck on your new release,

Tina