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Tina's Titillating Teaser - A Grace Wentworthe Mystery by M.Catherine Berg

Gracie Wentworth is back in the fold of Montgomery Group, her uncle’s private investigation firm. Her first assignment is a simple surveillance job of the rich and beautiful April Penfield, who tragically ends her life in an unforeseen suicide—smack in the middle of Beverly Hills. 


Gracie, hired by April’s father to unravel April’s motivation for sailing herself into perpetuity, finds herself steeped in Hollywood game show misfits, liars, intrigue and secret societies.


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I've read this book and enjoyed it immensely.


Check it out and read M.C.'s free read -- Life in Fiction at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/179453


Thanks for sharing M.C.,


Tina
 

#RockingSummerRomance - The Visionary by @psthib

 

Blurb: A visionary is someone who sees into the future Taylor Forrestier sees into the past but only as it pertains to her work. Hailed by her peers as “a visionary with an instinct for beauty and an eye for the unique” Taylor is undoubtedly a brilliant architect and gifted designer. But she and twin brother Trevor, share more than a successful business. The two share a childhood wrought with lies and deceit and the kind of abuse that’s disturbingly prevalent in today’s society.  Can the love of God and the awesome healing power of His grace and mercy free the twins from their past and open their hearts to the good plan and the future He has for their lives?   Excerpt:
 “Thank you for taking such good care of me.” “I’m not through yet,” he mumbled, then slid off the couch and swung her up in his arms. Fear snuck in, darkening her eyes. She stiffened and opened her mouth to protest. He brushed his lips over hers and silenced her objections. “I just want to hold you,” he whispered and laid his forehead against hers. “That’s all. I promise,” he added, unable to camouflage the need in his voice. *** He’d offered her another step to relinquish her fear and trust him. Triumph lit his expressive eyes when she wrapped her arm around his neck, smiled, and whispered, “Okay,” then snuggled her face against his shoulder and let him carry her to the bedroom. With exquisite tenderness, he laid her on the bed, crawled up beside her, and took her in his arms. Taylor felt the strength of his need in the heat and tensed against the hardness of his body. He eased his grip and propped up on one elbow beside her. His eyes pleaded for grace when he stroked the hair off her face and said in a soft, husky voice, “Please don’t be afraid of me; please trust me. I will never force or even persuade you to give more than you’re ready to.” They gazed at each other for a long, tender moment. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushed her thumb over his mouth, then curled her fingers in his hair and urged his head down to fasten her lips to his. A low moan escaped his throat, yet he held himself taut. Taylor ran her hand over his shoulder and back in a soft caress then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hold me, Alex, I trust you.” The emotions reflected in his tone caressed her heart when he thanked her in that beautiful velvety-rough voice. He rolled onto his back, pulled the covers over her, and held her while she slept.   Purchase Links: Amazon Print: http://amzn.to/1fZ0bV3 Kindle http://amzn.to/1fZ0bV3 Print @Create Space: http://bit.ly/1lNvyWD   B&N Print: http://bit.ly/1h9Yhlw Nook http://bit.ly/1h9Yhlw Smashwords http://bit.ly/167J9So Deeper Shopping http://bit.ly/19lw1Kc    



Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”


Links:
Website address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com  
Blog: http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com
Face Book: http://facebook.com/pamelasthibodeaux
Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib


Thanks Pam for stopping by,


Tina

Adventure into the Wild West - Ace is Wild by C.B.McKee

Blurb
 
Uprooted from a small Texas town, Florence “Ace” Fox is stashed in a camp for orphans, Weirdness abounds with the director talking of wizards and casting spells. He even claims she’s possessed, and that the entity is sending her power levels off the charts.


Rebel Wizards learn of her strength and decide they can use Ace to their benefit and greed to gain control of The World!!  They plot against her.


In danger and on the run, Ace and her friends’ travel through the old west looking for a way to rid her of the entity. They discover that only the leaders of the wizarding world can help, but will she like their solution?


Jail, death, or powerless. Excerpt.  “Do you realize you have a powerful energy field?” Saw spoke as if she hadn’t said a word.Ace blinked. Her adopted Indian father had told her the same thing many times. A spiritual leader of his tribe, he had a connection to the other worlds in the universe. Few people she’d met outside the Native American community understood energy fields or auras. What should she say? Was this a trick to make her admit she had some type of evil powers? Then he’d feel justified in killing her.“Yes, people have mentioned that before.” She tucked her bag under her arm readying herself to spring into action should he make any unexpected movement.“You haven’t though been taught to control your abilities and become a full wizard.” His sentence, more of a statement of fact than a question, didn’t require an answer yet she couldn’t let it go.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are no such things as wizards and magic. Those are things for horror stories and fairy tales.” She voiced the opinion of every white person she’d ever met, stifling the truth of what she’d seen during her time with her adopted tribe.Saw laughed.The sound startled her and she leaned back. Her shoulders hit the back of the chair. She stared at the man.Without trying, she suddenly noticed how energy pulsed around his body. A golden glow captured her immediate attention. The fear she’d harbor against him melted. She drew in a cleansing breath. The man had no desire to do her any harm. In fact he had only her best interest at heart.How did she know that?She straightened, easing deeper onto the chair. “You’re a shaman too, aren’t you?”He grinned and raised an eyebrow of inquiry. “Similar, but not the same. For now, though, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? Where did you pick up the entity residing within you?”Ace shook her head, uncertain what the man was talking about. She had no other entity dwelling within her spirit. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”He nodded. His piercing gaze nailed her, causing goose bumps to pop onto her skin. “All right, then tell me about your family. I believe your father and mother were killed when you were very young?”The question revealed Mr. Harris had given Saw a brief history of her life thus far. “Yes, and then I lived with—” She paused not wanting to reveal the tribe she had belong to. They were good people and deserved to be left alone. “—a tribe of Indians for a while before I moved in with the minister and his wife.”“That’s where Frank found you?”“Yes.”“And you had no desire to come here?”She eyed him cautiously. If he she said yes, would he take offense? Again, the gold in his aura calmed her fears. Her mind formed a connection to her father. Saw wanted to protect her from others. Why? She didn’t have a clue. “I was happy there and saw no reason to leave.”“Maybe, but here you are going to learn the power you truly possess.”Ace frowned. Puzzling bewilderment gnawed at her gut. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You can buy it at Amazon - myBook.to/AceIsWild Smashword - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/235812 And find out more about Ace  at http://wizardme.wordpress.com/or follow C.B. on twitter @cbmckee


Thanks C.B. for sharing,


Tina

 

Joan Barbara Simon's #RockingSummerRomance is a Long Time Walk on Water

LONG TIME WALK ON WATER  by Joan Barbara Simon



 

Summary:

 

Emily Thompson, Rose to her friends, emigrates to the motherland, England, in search of a better life. It will be hard work for the young mother in this rich man’s country; above all she must also come to terms with this unknown phenomenon; di Hinglish dem.

 

James Dunbar. Jack is what he answers to. Picking his way through the mucky incidents of life, he consoles himself that things will get better.

 

They happen to meet at a bus-stop, Emily and Jack.

 

A tale of how the humble live whilst waiting for their dreams to come true.

 

 

*

 

 

            The door slammed after a quick “Thank you!”, after the taxi-driver had been paid and had winked at her as he drove off, wheeling his vehicle round in a seamless U-turn further down the road.

 

            So, this was Beswick Road. An infantry of redbrick and glass, shoulder to shoulder. Not many people on the street. Not like back home. Pale, lonely-looking, dreary herds had wandered, morosely, past her cab window as cab-man insisted through the London streets to her new home, Hinglan, where the sun seemed to have changed its mind. Rose wondered how on earth it might have come about that such a cold, miserable place be praised melodiously in parishes far and wide for its green and pleasant lands. It began drizzling. Again. Light flakes of water you don’t even notice at first, playing with you, meaning no real harm, but Rose had had her hair done especially, plus her clothes were new, so she picked up her suitcase, pushed open the garden gate and mounted the steps to the front door. A three-storey house with further rooms, it seemed, in the basement.

            “Lord have mercy! Dem live undergrown like some sort of animal!”

She pushed the bell marked Brown. It screeched, alarmed, as though Rose had unexpectedly, maliciously, dug her fingernails into its side. No-one came at once.

            “If yu tink me ringing dat bell one more time!” she cursed through her bottom lip, taking a step back to crane her neck up at the house. Her new home. She wondered how long for. Another step back and she caught a young black girl sweep the curtains back from a ground floor window, report over her shoulder what she saw, then disappear before she had had the time to catch Rose smooth her skirt out and wait at the bottom of the stairs.

“Juss hopen dat blaasted door before me drench, yaa,” and whilst the cussing came naturally, she had to will her toes down hard against the sole of her shoe to stop her right foot from tapping impatiently that way. Inside the house a door opened. Closed. A key laboured in the lock to keep whatever out of sight. The floorboards creaked all the way to the front door, which inched open just enough to reveal half of a slender young West Indian girl.

            “Yes?”

 

 

‘Beautifully written. Joan Barbara Simon is a wordsmith par excellence.’ (The Sunday Gleaner)

 

If you, too, enjoyed reading this, here’s where you can read more:

 

Waterstones    Barnes & Noble   The Book Depository   Smashwords

Amazon US   Amazon UK   Amazon France    Amazon Germany 

 

 

 

Stay in touch with Joan Barbara Simon:

 

joan-barbara-simon.com    facebook    twitter    blog

 

 

 

Your friend,Junie.

The novel is not a typical story where you know how things will end even before you've even finished the first page. I promise, you won't! Not until the very last words. And it's more than a mere love story. It’s about faith; about loving the life you see ahead of you, in your dreams. And allowing no one to take it away from you.’(Joan Barbara Simon, interviewed by Lucy Walton for Female First)
About the Author

Dr Joan Barbara Simon divides her time between researching children’s literacy development and writing fiction. Having obtained her first Ph.D. in educational studies, she’s dared to go for her ultimate challenge: a Ph.D in Creative Writing.  Of herself, she says: ‘I’ve made it my mission to look more closely at undefined spaces as the best way to resist the temptation and comfort of easy answers. I’m interested in a broad range of language issues. Currently wrapping my brain around the political properties of words as polysemic, liminal entities and the nature of their common borders with the visual arts and gendered realities. That said, I’m a nice girl, so talk to me.





If you, too, enjoyed reading this, here’s where you can read more:
Waterstones    Barnes & Noble   The Book Depository   SmashwordsAmazon US   Amazon UK   Amazon France    Amazon Germany 


Stay in touch with Joan Barbara Simon:
joan-barbara-simon.com    facebook    twitter    blog


Thanks for sharing Joan,


Tina

Now on Sale - Marketing Exec's Widow by #MFRWauthor @authortinagayle

"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



  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 her money?



Excerpt:




“Lead the way, beautiful.” Hagan brushed his hand lightly across her back.

Hot tingles danced along her spine. Jen rushed forward. Whoa.As a new widow, she shouldn’t find the man attractive. Even if he was hot.

Drawing on her professional reserve, she stifled the urge to race up the stairs and slowed her pace. “I...uh...believe there are four rooms on the second level.”

The wood floor groaned under Hagan’s weight and his footsteps echoed through the empty house. “Any other houses in the area for sale?”

Reaching the landing, she sailed across and stopped by the first bedroom door. A brief glimpse revealed the same disappointing result as the space downstairs. “No, but there are a number of small towns nearby that might have what you’re looking for.”

An enticing male scent floated through the air, a second before a hand gripped the doorframe by her shoulder.

 Every female gene sprang to attention at his close proximity.

Desire poured through her, drenching her with emotions she hadn’t felt in months, hell, maybe even years. Her knees wobbled and she staggered into the doorframe, but remained standing.

Hagan peered over her shoulder and blocked her retreat. “Not bad, if I want to have another office suite up here. I can tear out this wall and make a larger lobby, or close off the doorway and create another entrance into the room.” He wandered to the next bedroom.

She gulped in a quick breath and air screamed back into her lungs. The residual scent of his citrusy cologne flowed in too and prompted her out-of-control hormones to form images of him: lying in bed, on top of her, his chest nestled against hers, his lips a breath away from…

Oh, my, a year without sex and I’m losing it.

Craig, why didn’t you divorce me before you died?

Jen gathered her strength and followed Hagan through the house. The easy flow of his long limbs showed incredible grace for a big man. So tempting, yet, she couldn’t pursue him. Not now, not with everyone watching her, they expected her to act like a grieving widow. If she didn’t, they’d forever brand her as an unloving wife.
 
 

Read First Chapter of "Marketing Exec's Widow" and Reviews


Purchase ebook at:

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Have an awesome day, Tina
 

#RockingSummerRomance with Dany Rae Miller

IT’S NEW. IT’S FREE. AND YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE IT.
 
If sexy alphas and smart witches are your thing, you’ll want to hurry over to Dany Rae Miller’s website.
 
As she puts the final polish on Soft Shatter, she’s posting the entire 90,000+ word novel there for free. Chapters 1-10 are up now and you will get two new ones each week.
 


THE BLURB
All Shavone Gentil wants is to find her runaway sister. When witchcraft fails to provide answers, she does what any practicing witch would do – use her sex appeal on wolves who might be able to help. She focuses on three wolves in particular: one wolf has been in love with her since childhood, a second who quickly falls under her spell and a third who could quite possibly be the most important person in her life.
 
THE WARNING
Soft Shatter contains explicit sexual content. In fact, all Wolven Moon novels are intended for mature readers, ages 17+, only.
 
Because it's adult material – with a much-anticipated four-chapter love scene, you’ll need a super secret password to get in. Go here to get your password: http://danyraemiller.com/soft-shatter/
 
Readership is growing fast. So, click over right now and help launch what could be the next sensational erotic romance series.
 
Dany Rae is all over social media these days. Find her on your favorite platform:





 
 
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Tina

A Dog's Story - Astro's Adventures on #RockingSummerRomance by Susan Day

 
Astro’s answers to my quickie questions:
Ice Tea or Lemonade:
I’m not allowed to drink ice tea or lemonade. I prefer to drink crisp clean water collected from rippling, babbling brooks set in the highest mountains. But tap water’s fine too.
 
Lake or Ocean:
As a dog I prefer the ocean – it’s a wave thing. I know there are waves on some larger lakes but let’s face it, nothing beats the running in and out, in and out, in and out biting waves! That’s awesome!
 
Sandals or Flip Flops:
I’m easy when it comes to footwear. I like to chew them all. Some sandals offer a bit more of a challenge – removing the straps and not choking on the buckles but then flip flops are so, so chewy. I can’t decide!
 
Sit in the Shadow of a Tree or on the porch:
As a very furry hound I prefer to lounge about under the shadow of a tree. This also gives me every opportunity to chase the cat whenever possible.
 
Ball cap or Floppy hat:
See footwear – I like to chew them all!
 
 
Here is the blurb to Astro’s first book (there are 7 altogether):
 
A secret organisation exists without detection and operates right under our very noses. Its sole purpose is to save dogs from neglect. It is manned by a tunnel digging terrier who carries a diamond encrusted nail file. A large dog for which the complexities of door handles are a complete mystery and who, instead, opens everything with his head. As well as, a commando, khaki wearing Blue heeler who is armed with a hunting bone and a smell grenade. And that’s just to name a few!
 
In The Great Escape, we meet Astro, possibly one of the most spoilt dogs in the world. He calls on this secret organisation to save him from what he falsely assumes is imprisonment and neglect.
 
When Commander Rocky, head of The Organisation, finds out that Astro is not telling the truth he decides to teach him a lesson. Rocky takes Astro to the one place all dogs dread, The Check Out!
 
However, things don’t go to plan and Commander Rocky learns that below the shallow exterior of a grey shaggy dog is a brave, kind hearted hero.
A hero called Astro.
 
 
500 word excerpt:
The Great Escape
 
Commander Rocky and Astro came out of the tunnel into the bright sunlight. Commander Rocky pushed Astro towards the office but Astro didn’t want to go.
 
“Look,” Astro whispered, “I think there’s been some sort of mistake. I’m a house dog. I live in a warm house with my own bed and food bowl. My owner wipes my feet when they’re wet and takes me for a walk every day. I mean I’m not really cut out for this type of thing.…”
 
Commander Rocky put his paw over Astro’s mouth, “If you want to return to your precious home, then I’d keep quiet if I were you and do as you’re told.”
 
Astro was silenced. He was very frightened.
 
The warden came around the corner with an old brown dog. Commander Rocky and Astro ducked behind a building and waited for them to pass.
 
“Where’s he taking that old dog?” whispered Astro.
 
“I’ll show you,” answered Commander Rocky and he trotted in the opposite direction.
 
He led Astro around the corner of an old building and then slipped in between a cyclone wire gate and a post. Astro followed but he was very scared. It was very dark inside the cell block. This shocking place smelt of strong disinfectant but there was another smell which was even more awful than Alfie: The smell of fear and despair. It took several seconds before their eyes adjusted to the dim light but when it did both dogs gasped at the horror of what lay before them.
 
“What is this place?” choked Astro.
 
He stared into long cages where shadows lay on concrete floors. Some trembled and others were as still as stone.
 
“Are they dead?” asked Astro.
 
“Not yet,” whispered Commander Rocky. “All the dogs in this building will be gone soon.” He gritted his answer between clenched teeth; he was so angry.
 
“All good dogs: some old and some young. This is how some humans deal with the problems they have with their dogs. If the dog chews the furniture because he’s bored; if he barks too much because he’s lonely; if he bites because he’s tired or scared or hungry, he can end up in here. It’s not fair and it makes my blood boil.”
 
Astro walked from cage to cage. He could see small dogs, white dogs, black dogs and a young puppy who was chasing his tail around and around and around but he wasn’t doing it for fun, he just couldn’t stop himself. All the dogs were different but they all had one thing in common. Their eyes were hollow and sad. They didn’t understand why they were in this dreadful place but they knew that their lives were doomed forever.
 
Astro gulped and nodded. He leaned closer to Commander Rocky and whispered, “But I’ve chewed up the furniture and I was so lonely once I chewed through the plug on the washing machine. I even peed on the rug every night for a week. My owner got angry but she wouldn’t send me here; she wouldn’t.”
 
Commander Rocky turned and looked at Astro. His eyes widened. He curled his lip.
 
“No, she wouldn’t Astro and that’s why I brought you here. You are a spoilt dog. Your owner gives you everything and looks after you better than most dogs. Look at these faces, Astro; do you think these dogs would complain if they had an owner like yours?”
 
Astro’s eyes began to well up with tears. He bit his lip.
 
Commander Rocky turned his head and wiped his eyes too. He cleared his throat. “Come on,” he ordered, “Let’s go.”
 
Astro stood still and turned and watched Commander Rocky walking away.
 
“Wait! We can’t leave them here. It’s not fair!” he cried.
 
“There’s nothing we can do for them,” Commander Rocky sighed. “The humans are too strong. They will catch us too, Astro, and then we won’t be able to help other dogs. The other Operatives are waiting for us.”
 
“I’m not going!” yelled Astro and he ran to each of the cages. “Don’t worry; I’ll get you out of here.”
 
He ran to the next cage, “Leave it to me.”
 
And the next cage, “I’ll help you.”
 
The dogs in the cages began to murmur and move forward. Commander Rocky shook his head and barked, “Come on, Astro, there’s nothing we can do!”
 
Then he heard a terrible bang. Commander Rocky leaned forward in the dim light to see what Astro was doing.
 
Astro was throwing himself at the cage doors and grabbing them in his paws and shaking them. Commander Rocky went to stop him, but when the first door flew off its hinges he realised that Astro might be on to something. He yelled to the others, “Send in the troops, we’re staging a break out!!”
 
 
 
Buy links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B009SS8IJK
Smashwords (ebooks):  https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/4603
Print books: http://www.astrosadventures.com
 
 
Short bio:
Astro is a six year old shaggy dog. He was purchased from a pet store and has been pretty much spoilt rotten ever since. He knows that there are many unfortunate dogs in the world that are not as lucky as he is and so the idea for The Great Escape began. Astro likes to eat, run, carry a towel around the house and bark incessantly at nothing in particular. In short, he is a normal dog.
 
Susan Day – who does not own Astro but does many of the other dogs in the Astro Adventures series - is passionate about children's literature and wants to inspire children to follow their dreams. She created the Astro’s Adventures series and is currently preparing for publication the seventh book, Neptune’s Trident. Susan shares her home with dogs, in particular, Rocky, Stella, Alfie and Digger, two rescue guinea pigs, two bossy cats and a very patient husband.
 
 
Social media links:
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/astrosadventures
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/susandayauthor
Blog: http://www.susandayauthor.com
 
Thanks for sharing,


Tina

#RockingSummerRomance -- A Promise at Dawn @jelquinnauthor

A PROMISE AT DAWN
(a 15,500 word story)
by Jane Leopold Quinn
 
 
BLURB
 
Their affair was scorchingly sensual
 
Faye Burke, recently widowed, retreated to the coast of Maine to grieve and reassess her future. Her favorite part of the day is watching the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s also when the man she considers her guilty pleasure runs along the beach.
 
Gil Farrelly, a successful painter, is trying to get his career back on track after the studio fire that destroyed everything. He starts his creative juices flowing every day by running on the beach. The lovely woman who watches him also gets his juices flowing and he’s determined to reinvent his career by painting her.
 
Faye’s combination of maturity and sensual vulnerability intrigue Gil and he wants to immortalize her on his canvas. She’s flattered, aroused and ultimately frightened of the emotions he incites. He claims not to care he’s younger by twelve years but she believes sooner or later he’ll come to his senses and seek out women his own age. Can Faye conquer her fears? Can Gil prove to her it’s not age separating them but her fear?
 
 
EXCERPT
 


With a clatter of easels, boxes of paints and glass jars of brushes, Gil set up on her porch. A stiff breeze swept across the space but a rattan wind screen at one end did a good job of protecting them. The day had started out cloudy and threatening rain and still held that promise. He had work to do before he could give in to the weather.

Faye had greeted him at the door, looking almost as adorable as she'd looked the night before. Today she wore light makeup and left her hair loose and wavy the way he'd asked her to. Denim cropped pants and a tight red sweater made her look like a teenager. She had to be in her early forties but it didn't matter to him. She was very attractive no matter her age. "Let's get started, shall we Faye?"

"Would you like some coffee or something else to drink?"

"Not right now but I'll take you up on that later, okay? Why don't you stand over there." He indicated the corner of the porch. "Lean one hip on the railing." When he came close, he was enthralled by the warm vanilla fragrance infusing her hair. He lifted a hand to touch the cloud-soft mass. She stilled, then shivered as if waiting for him to make a move. He wrapped his fingers in the silky strands.

She uttered a little cry, more of a whimper. Her lips parted, her eyes widened and met his with a flustered look. At that moment he wanted her fiercely. Before he'd known anything about her, she'd seemed fragile. He didn't know much more now but a woman who still wore her wedding ring a year and a half after her husband's death must have loved him very much. A woman like that would have depths of emotion.

He'd thought he was in pain from losing his studio and his work but Faye's was far more significant. He didn't want to see her grieve any longer but all he knew for sure was that he wanted to paint her for himself. He envisioned the scene in his mind. She was perfect for it. All that was left was to do her justice. Was it because he wanted to capture her beauty on canvas or because she got his juices flowing faster than any running could? He knew it was both.

He rested his forefinger under her chin and turned her face toward him. Giving her his most soothing smile, he said, "Relax, Faye, this won't hurt a bit. Now I'm going over there." He pointed toward his easel. "You're going to lean here." He tapped the railing. "And I'll start some sketches."

She gazed up at him with those incredible turquoise eyes, her confusion and longing speaking to him, raspberry-shaded lips pursed slightly. Mmm, the thought roared through his mind. Kiss her.

It's too soon.

She's not ready.

Just paint her.

 





A Promise at Dawn is available at Amazon
 
Amazon Reviews
 
"Good short story! Faye and Gil have very hot chemistry, and their story is heartwarming. I was surprised at the character development in such a short offering. Faye had suffered such a huge loss, and we were drawn in along on her new path in life."
 
"Ms Quinn paints a detailed portrait of a woman re-awakening after the loss of her husband. Her emotional state is handled quite deftly. This story has pathos, passion and humor woven together. Gil and Faye's story unfolds quickly and it's a scorcher."
 
Bio
 
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
 
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality
BlogSpot  ~  Twitter

Quickie questions:

Ice Tea or Lemonade?  -  Ice Tea
Lake or ocean?  -- OceanSandals or Flip flops?   -- SandalsSit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?  --  PorchBall cap or floppy hat? -- Floppy hat
Thanks Jane, for sharing,
Tina

South of the Pier a #RockingSummerRomance by Janet Elizabeth Lynn

A few quickie questions for Janet-


Ice Tea or Lemonade?
Lemonade

Lake or ocean?
Ocean

Sandals or Flip flops?
Flip flops

Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?
Shade of a tree

Ball cap or floppy hat?
floppy hat



BOOK BLURB:
Palmer Railton, a well known lobbyist, is brutally murdered on his doorstep resulting in a media frenzy. In the meantime, his fiancée, Camille Brewster calls Connie Cane, her twin sister, excited about Palmer’s wedding proposal to her, the huge ruby engagement ring, and a dozen red roses. Connie, former CSI, must keep her devastated, smart-ass sister from getting herself killed after involving herself in the murder investigation.

Kidnapped, Camille tries to seduce her way to freedom but ends up stranded in a Guatemalan jail with an Interpol agent who holds the key to her freedom. Wounded during a gun battle, Connie tries to free her sister. The murderer is caught and arrested leaving Camille free to plan his funeral with Palmer’s estranged grandmother. The final clue is in Connie’s hands when she realizes they have the wrong person in jail.




SHORT BIO:
Janet has published a series of 4 murder mysteries and 3 cozy mysteries. Currently writing LA Noir, 1955. She lives in southern California with her husband.

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The Rerae Blood Bond by Peyton Brittany Clarke a #RockingSummerRomance

Quickie Questions
Ice Tea or Lemonade?
Lemonade
 
Lake or ocean?
Ocean
 
Sandals or Flip flops?
Sandals- wedges
 
Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?
Back porch deck.
 
Ball cap or floppy hat?
Ball cap. 
 
 
 

 
Author's Bio
 
Peyton lives in Michigan where she dreams of summers that aren't so humid. She and her husband have been married for over a decade years and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing a steamy scene.
 
She loves to travel and hopes to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon to meet her idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in.
 
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Blurb
 
Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae
 
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
 
Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.
 
 
 
Excerpt
 
 
It was as if the stresses of life were determined to bring him down, even in the safety of his home. Now with a sick parent, the burden was even greater. A chill went down his spine just as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
Grasping the doorframe that led to his favorite hangout, the family room, he waited for the swirling in his head to pass. He breathed deeply then put on his jacket.
“Where are you headed?” Colton asked, walking into the dining room across from him.
“Gotta go see my folks. Will be back in a bit.”
Colton approached him. He looked concerned. “Are they all right?”
“My sire, he’s sick, and bua’s really worried so I said I’d drop by.” As secondary fathers and assistant caregivers in the family, it was in the bua’s nature to be more fretful over the smallest thing. Buas, as the beta male fathers were called, nurtured more than their alpha counterparts. It was in their genes to dote on and coddle the children. They wiped the scrapes and soothed the bumps and bruises, while alphas showed the kids how to be tough survivors. Every Ferae child loved their bua but not everyone liked their sire, the alpha male of the house. Alphas with their souped-up hormones, tended to be driven and somewhat careless in their attitudes toward their spouses and children, not showing their emotional side. It was not true for all but he had heard stories. Jarrod knew he was lucky because he loved and liked both his sire and bua.
“Give them my best,” Colton said, turning off the television.
The aroma of a vibrant male was a heady thing to any Ferae, especially when that man was genetic perfection. Inwardly, Colton carried everything needed to create strong, healthy offspring. On the outside, he was just pure sex, a good fuck waiting to happen.
Jarrod’s sensitive nose took in all his beauty. Citrus meant strong yet lean muscle. Then sandalwood—an aroma reminding him of pine with a fresh, bright, sweet-smelling edge—pointed to a propensity for good health, while his base tones of spice said he was ferocious.
His dizziness returned. Jarrod held on to the arm of the sofa, trying not to sway. It had never happened before, and he wondered why it had started now, especially in Colton’s presence.
“You don’t look so good,” Colton said. His voice sounded like it was at the end of a long tunnel.
Jarrod pursed his mouth closed. Pinpricks from his elongating canines stuck his bottom lip.
What is going on? He tensed his upper jaw muscle, forcing them back in. “I’m fine,” Jarrod said, stepping away. Getting far away from Colton was sounding better and better.
He scrambled past his husband, ignoring his befuddled expression, and went to his truck. Once inside, he felt safe from the urges building inside him. Turning on the engine, he rolled down the window. The early autumn evening air felt good. It cleared his head.


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Thanks Peyton, for sharing,


Tina