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CFO's Affair by @AuthorTinaGayle #Romancenovel, #WomenHelpingWomen

Okay, if you've read any of the Tina Gayle's Executive Wives Club series, you've heard of me.

Sylvia Donovan, here to share with you my diet secrets. Though, personally I don't know that I'd try them.

First, I guess you should know who I was before I went on my diet.

A tall woman over the age of forty, I could carry a few extra pounds and get away with it. Then, I added a few more. My husband worked long hours and my daughter spent most of her time at school or school activities. I had time to indulge.

So I did until I was line backer big. The boys on the Nebraska football team had nothing on me.

Then I hit a wall on one emotional disaster of a day.

Not only did my husband ask me for a divorce, he was also in a fatal car crash the same day.

My world changed.

Getting out of bed at first was a real challenge. I fought through my grief and tried to be there for my daughter. Food became a task, I'd rather avoid.

Amazing how a few skipped meals can help you lose weight.

Then I needed to fill my days with something other than staring at the walls so I decided to hit the gym. Tried everything from weight lifting to zumba classes, I settled on yoga as my exercise of choice.

Two years later, I was back to my college weight.

Now, I'm off on a new adventure. I'm trying to find out who my husband had an affair with before his death.

Come along and share the ride in "CFO's Affair."


















Blurb for CFO’s Affair

Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman.  Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.

Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.

Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?

 

 

 

 

Excerpt for CFO’s Affair

 

            A knock sounded on the window beside her and she jumped. Her head swiveled around and she stared at the man looking at her through the window.

            Vince Wilshire's handsome face could make any woman melt with desire. With it so close to hers—the glass being the only thing separating them—a rush of adrenaline swept into her system. She leaned sideways in her seat and knocked her hand against the steering wheel. The horn beeped and she muttered, "Damn it, Knox, why did you..."

            The sound of his laughter sent anger flooding through her, the muscles in her arms tightening with the need to strike out. She lowered the phone and clicked the disconnect button in retaliation to his attempt to manipulate her.

            Vince opened the driver's side door and cold air rushed into the car. "Hey, beautiful, are you heading inside?"

            "What is this? Are you guys ganging up on me?" Sylvia ignored the man beside her and glanced in the rear view mirror, checking to make sure her tears hadn't caused any lasting effect.

            A warm hand landed on her shoulder and Vince toyed with her hair. "Not at all, I like the idea of entering the building with a gorgeous woman on my arm."

            "Right," she protested and stuffed her phone into her purse before turning to stare into his bedroom-brown eyes. The spark in their depths had her reevaluating her impression of the man. Yes, he had the face and body to rival every other Casanova in the world, but he also had a sense of humor. That alone sent a shiver of awareness through her.

            She fought the desire gathering in her stomach and waved her hand at him so he'd move out of the way, letting her exit the car. "Did Knox make you wait out here in the parking lot to make sure I would come inside?"

            Vince grinned and held her door open while she stepped onto the asphalt. His gaze fell to her legs.

            She stared at her new, high-heel, red pumps and silently prayed she wouldn't land face first in the dirt when she tried to walk across the pitted parking lot in them.

            A low whistled sounded beside her. "Man, are you ever hot."

            She ignored the comment and didn't turn until she heard the car door slamming closed. "And there's not a woman you've ever met you haven't wanted."

 Read 1st chapter at http://www.tinagayle.net/CFO'sAff...http://www.tinagayle.net/CFO'sAffairChpt.html


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Thanks for reading my story,

Sincerely,

Sylvia Donovan

Lady of the Two Lands by @Delisi #RomanticIdea #Romance #Excerpt

Romantic idea to enjoy this summer: Go to the beach on a cloudy day. Walk the shoreline, picking up shells. Have a picnic while watching the waves.



Blurb: One minute, Hattie Williams is in a museum, sketching a gold necklace that belonged to Hatshepsut, first female Pharaoh of Egypt; and the next, she's lying in a room too archaic to be the museum, with a breathtakingly handsome, half-naked man named Senemut bending over her. Hattie soon discovers she's been thrust into the body and life of Hatshepsut, with no way back to her own time. Tuthmosis, the heir to the throne, hates her; the High Priest of Amun and the commander of the army want to kill her and Tuthmosis; and the best bathroom facilities in the country are the equivalent of a cat-box. To make matters more difficult, she's falling helplessly in love with Senemut, and soon, she's not sure she even wants to return home. To protect Tuthmosis from assassination, the lovers arrange to put Hattie on the throne. But, what should she do when she suddenly finds herself, an obscure artist from Chicago, crowned ruler of all Egypt?  Excerpt: Hattie banged on the door. “Is anyone there? Let me out!” She shouted and beat on the door with her palms, but all was ominously silent. If someone had been watching her, they had no intention of helping her out of her dilemma. At last, resigned to her fate, she returned to her sketchpad. “If I’m going to be stuck in here, I might as well finish my work,” she murmured. “Tom’s bound to come back—I’m sure he will.” Her voice echoed unconvincingly in the dusty, claustrophobic room. Picking up her pencil, she focused deliberately on copying the tiny hieroglyphics with extreme precision. Gradually, she became absorbed in her work and forgot her predicament. Minutes flowed by with the only sound in the room the scratching of her pencil on the paper. At last, she completed the final symbol on her detailed drawing and set down her pencil with a twinge of disappointment. She was curiously drawn to the glittering possession of the ancient, yet strangely modern woman. Hatshepsut had ruled Egypt fifteen hundred years before Christ, at a time when women were considered no more important than servants or dogs. How had she managed it? The vagrant breeze whispered past her face again, leaving a whiff of exquisite perfume in its wake. A rustle, like the caress of costly linen against bare skin, drew her attention. She felt a strong presence, though she knew she was alone in the tiny room. “Touch it.” The words were so faint, Hattie wasn’t sure she’d actually heard them. “Who’s there?” she asked, though she didn’t expect to get a response. The room was too small to hide anyone. “Touch the necklace.” Hattie spun around, searching for the source of the barely audible words. “Tom, is that you? If it’s you, I don’t think this is funny! Open the door right now.” She thumped it with her fist for emphasis. There was no response. Hattie turned back to the exquisitely fashioned falcon. Maybe it was her overworked imagination playing a trick on her, but the advice seemed sound. Perhaps if she touched the necklace, she could make a connection—psychic, empathic?—with the long-dead monarch. The necklace was strangely compelling, like a long forgotten yet treasured memory. She reached out slowly, cautiously. As her fingertips gently grazed the golden bird, an electric shock pulsed through her and a sudden wave of dizziness sapped her strength. “Come to me,” the ghostly voice whispered, stronger now. “Come to me. I have need of you.” The sweet, cloying scent of incense filled Hattie’s nostrils, and flashes of light exploded behind her eyes. Her vision blurred; she felt as if she were reeling, falling down a long, dark tunnel. Gasping, she reached out blindly for something, anything, to steady herself.  Her fingers skimmed across the surface of the table and fastened around the necklace. Clutching it, she fell heavily to the floor as everything went black.  Buy links: https://www.amazon.com/Lady-Two-Lands-Elizabeth-Delisi-ebook/dp/B01F0KL5X0https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lady-Two-Lands-Elizabeth-Delisi-ebook/dp/B01F0KL5X0https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/633482https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lady-of-the-two-lands/id1109995359?mt=11http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lady-of-the-two-lands-elizabeth-delisi/1100391749  Short bio: Elizabeth Delisi is an award-winning author of romance, mystery & suspense. Her books include an ancient Egyptian time-travel romance, LADY OF THE TWO LANDS; and a romantic suspense, SINCE ALL IS PASSING. FATAL FORTUNE is a paranormal mystery, and MISTLETOE MEDIUM and OBSERVANT ORACLE are sequels. Three of her romance novellas are combined in HEART SPELL. She also has a short story collection, THE MIDNIGHT ZONE. Elizabeth teaches for Writer’s Digest University. She has also edited for several small publishers, and has been a newspaper reporter and columnist. Visit her at her web page: www.elizabethdelisi.com and her blog: http://elizabethdelisi.blogspot.com/ Author links: www.elizabethdelisi.comhttp://elizabethdelisi.blogspot.comhttps://www.facebook.com/edelisihttps://twitter.com/delisihttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/100986.Elizabeth_Delisi  

 

Sean Wesley Interview from The Thin Person Inside by @RochelleWeber #Excerpt #Romance

Character Interview Sean Wesley
 
Q:              What's your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about YOU?
Sean:       As one of the lead singers of The Haystack, I have press and paparazzi after me all the time.
 
Sean:       Kristen is one of the loveliest, bravest, most honest people I’ve ever met. She shared stuff in a room fulla men… Well, they say, “You’re only as sick as yer secrets,” and Kristen don’t hold back.
 
                  Most o’ the women I meet are out for what they can get, whether it’s publicity, or fame or money. Kristen didn’t recognize me when we met. When we went out, she wouldn’t even let me pay for her dinner because “it wasn’t a date.” When I tried to buy her a TV for Christmas, she said all she wanted was a CD. Can you believe that? A fu- a CD! Her TV was a piece o’ crap and a new one woulda been chump change to me, but she said it “wasn’t appropriate” from a friend. Ladies like her only come around once in a lifetime if yer real lucky.
 
Q:              What problems do you have to face and overcome in your life?
Sean:       Well, it’s tough staying clean, and it’s fu-pretty hard to play piano with only one hand. I think I’da offed myself without Kristen.
 
Q:              Do you expect your hero/ine to help or is s/he the problem?
Sean:       Like I said, I don’t think I’d even be here if it wasn’t for Kristen.
 
Q:              Where do you live?
Sean:       I got a mansion in Malibu, on a cliff overlooking the ocean.  That’s another thing. After the accident, when Kristen was helping take care o’ me, she insisted on payin’ rent! Who does that?
 
Q:              During what time period does your story take place?
Sean:       Time period? Whadya mean? It’s now!
 
Q:              How are you coping with the conflict in your life?
Sean:       For a while there, Kristen kicked me outa her life. I overstepped her boundaries in a family matter. [Sean holds up his hand in a stopping gesture.] That’s a private story for Kristen to tell or not. I couldn’t drink or use, and I was hurtin’, so my sponsor told me to run. I was doin’ a lota running, till I got hit by a car. Kristen came back that night, when I was in the hospital. Now I got her to help me stay sane.
 
Q:              That’s all the questions we have for you. Thank you for speaking to us.
Sean:       Yer welcome. Ya know, I think this is my first actual sit-down interview since I got clean!
 
Q:              And you talked more about Kristen than you did about yourself. Is something going on there?
Sean:       I guess you’ll have to read the book to find out.
 

 


 
Blurb:
 
Kristen Jensen, a Navy veteran, tips the scale at a crippling three hundred pounds. In desperation she asks her VA therapist if she can go into addictions treatment with the guys where she meets Sean. With black hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body she figures the reason he’s speaking to her is that she’s the only other person in the room.
 
The Haystack told their lead singer, Sean Wesley, to get clean or get out. But none of the big-name clinics worked. Sean’s a Desert Storm vet, so they send him to a VA in the middle of nowhere. When he meets Kristen the first day, he thinks it’s tragic such a pretty girl’s trapped in a huge body. And her honesty, intelligence, and bravery are even more impressing. Sean’s drawn to Kristen, but she’s had decades to build layers of defense.
 

 
Excerpt:  They Meet
 
 
Sean Wesley went into the snack room to help himself to coffee and a roll. He’d probably gain weight while he was here without his personal trainer and weight room. He’d been a fat kid—always the last to be chosen for games, and stuck in right field when he did play. He’d been saved from a life of obesity by a growth spurt in his late teens, a judge who gave him a choice between jail and the Marines, and switching addictions from food to booze and then cocaine.
 
By rights, Sean shouldn’t be at a VA facility. Celebrities like him usually got sober at places like the Betty Ford clinic or Hazelden. Actually, he’d come from Betty Ford, but he’d still felt shaky so his manager, Don Nelson, had done his homework. Danville, Illinois, was in the middle of nowhere. The program was different, based on Rational Emotive Therapy, and Sean was a veteran. While he made too much money to be treated at the VA, there’s money and then there’s money. Sean had money—the kind that opens doors and breaks down barriers. The kind that makes even the Federal Government say, “We’ll see what we can do,” and then do it.
 
So here he was in the middle of a cornfield in bum-f*** Illinois at a shabby old VA hospital. An enormously obese woman came into the snack room interrupting his reverie, and Sean thought, That could’ve been me. What a shame—she’s so pretty.”
 
* * * *
 
Kristen noticed the table of goodies and the drop-dead-gorgeous man perusing them in the break room when she went in there to put her lunch in the refrigerator.
 
“Want one? I heard they send ’em over every morning. I guess they’re yesterday’s leftovers.”
 
That’s right. Offer sweets to the fat lady.She managed a tight grimace. “Thanks, but I’m here because I’m a food addict.” She held up her orange.
 
“I’m Sean.”
 
He prob’ly wouldn’t give a fat chick like me a second look anywhere else. Still, what is it about men with black hair and blue eyes that makes me go all mushy? “Hi.”
 
“I’ve heard of food addicts, but what makes ya call yourself that?”
 
“When my kids were little, I left them without a babysitter while I went to the store and wrote a rubber check for ice cream and M&Ms. I’d say I’ve been about as desperate for my fix as any addict or alcoholic.”
 
“Wow! Yeah, I guess so.” He held the door for her as they exited and then followed her into the Day Room.
 
Kristen sat on a love seat, taking up the whole thing, while Sean sat in the chair on the other side of the end table next to her. They were the only two people in there since there were classes going on. She was sure the minute other people came out he’d find someone else to talk to. She pulled out her crocheting. She was fairly certain Eric would propose to Viki at Christmas and had already begun work on a tablecloth for them. She worked on it a minute and then decided to be polite. “So, what’s your drug of choice?”
 
“Cocaine. I’ve been clean a coupla months, but it’s hard ta stay clean.”
 
“I’ve heard that. I was at a halfway house fundraiser and they said it takes something like over a year for cocaine to completely leave the body, and during that time a person can still have random cravings. They were raising money for an extended treatment program.”
 
“That explains why I’ve been having such a hard time. I hope this treatment helps.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
People started coming into the Day Room from classrooms just down the hallways. Several of them gave Sean and Kristen curious looks. Yeah, what’s such a great looking guy doing sitting with a fat chick?
 

 
Bio
 
Rochelle Weber is a Navy veteran with a BA in Writing from Columbia College in Chicago. Her novels Rock Bound and Rock Crazy are available in both e-book and print. Her third book, The Thin Person Inside, is available at MuseItUp Publishing, Inc. Ms. Weber edits for Jupiter Gardens Press, The Author’s Secret, and publishes the Marketing for Romance Writers Newsletter, winner of the 2013 Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll for Best Writers’ Resource. She also started Roses & Thorns Reviews and currently has two partners.
 
Ms. Weber battles bi-polar disorder, quipping, “You haven’t lived until you’ve been the only woman on the locked ward at the VA.” Her song, “It’s Not My Fault,” won a gold medal in the National Veterans Creative Arts Competition. She has lost over a hundred pounds and kept it off for over three years. She lives in Round Lake Beach, Illinois.
 
 
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Key Words:  Addictions Recovery, Cinderella Story, Cocaine Addiction, Compulsive Eating, Contemporary Romance, Danville IL VAMC, Disability, Eating Disorders, Food Addict, Morbid Obesity, Smart Recovery, Rational Emotive Therapy, Rock Star, Veterans
 Thanks for sharing,
Tina
 

Little Beginnings by @_Iris_b Plus a #RomanticIdea, #Excerpt

 

 
 
My #RomanticIdea for this summer
I love the beach and for me there’s nothing nicer than walk along the beach with my feet in the water, listening to the sound of the waves crushing along the shore, and my loved one by my side – hoping to spot a dolphin.
 
~~  Little Beginnings ~~
by Iris Blobel
 
“I suppose it doesn’t hurt to dream sometimes.”




♥♦♥BLURB ♥♦♥
 
 
A blind date that doesn't happen might lead to love.



After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like the many she’s had. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm.


 
Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri that he knows acting so immaturely was a big mistake? Will she ever forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else?
 
 
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IRIS BLOBEL
 
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.
 
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.
 
Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
 
 
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♥♦♥ EXCERPT  ♥♦♥
 
Jeri Belmont checked the time on her watch. It was twenty past six, and they’d
agreed to meet at six.
He was late!
Steaming inside, and less than impressed by her blind date, she took another sip of the Chardonnay as she gazed around the restaurant. Everyone was engulfed in their conversations, but occasionally one of the patrons glanced at her. She shrugged it off, confident in sitting on her own in the town’s most elegant restaurant. What she couldn’t shrug off, though, was her date being late.
She drank the last little bit of her wine, paid, and left. A deep disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach, surprising her, because it hadn’t been the first time she’d been on a blind date that ended with the guy not showing up.
She suppressed a groan as she thought of the man she’d met only a few weeks earlier. Admittedly, he’d been nice, but not at all what he’d pretended to be in the details she received from the “Your Future Heart” agency.
Yet, this rejection hurt inside. Olivia had told her so much about her neighbour, and she’d trusted her niece when she’d assured he’d be there.
Olivia was Georgia’s daughter. Georgia was Jeri’s cousin, but to avoid confusion they all agreed on Olivia being her niece. Jeri loved Olivia like her own daughter and had often babysat her when she’d been younger. They’d been to movies, concerts, and Jeri had even been along to one of her niece’s trips to Melbourne to visit Olivia’s best friend Mia, who had moved across the Bass Strait.
As Jeri walked down the streets to her car, she replayed her conversation with her niece in her mind.
“How are your blind dates going?” her niece had asked as she came into Jeri’s gallery a couple of days ago.
She’d shrugged. “I have a winner’s luck getting hooked up with all the duds in town.” Jeri remembered hesitating, contemplating whether to speak the words in her head. Was she destined to live alone after her divorce? She wasn’t looking for the man of her dreams, just companionship. Someone to go out with once in a while.
Someone to share her day’s highlights or nightmares with.
“You should meet the guy from next door,” Olivia said. “He’s like sex on legs.
Honestly.”
Jeri let out a stifled laugh. “Listen, sweetie. I’m in my late thirties, good looking for that age, but sex on legs?”
“You just wait and see,” Olivia said as she looked at her watch. “Anyway, I’d better go. I’ll give you a call tonight. Prepare yourself for a nice night out with my neighbour!”
That had basically been it — she’d been set up on a blind date without actually agreeing to it. In hindsight, she knew she should’ve called it off, but deep inside, she’d hoped for a nice evening. She’d been most certain that none of Olivia’s friends were what she was looking for, but then again, she didn’t even know herself what she was looking for.
Thanks for sharing,
Tina

The Guardian by @jacqbiggar #RomanceNovel, #Excerpt

The Guardian
Restitution begins with the truth 
Lucas Carmichael and Scott Anderson had it all, money, fame, and fortune. But one night’s stupid mistake takes everything they thought they cherished and dumps it upside down.  
A car accident ends Lucas’ life and leaves Scott injured and bitter.  
As the local ME, Tracy York, investigates the case, discrepancies begin to point to more than a simple drunk driving incident. 
When threats are made to Tracy’s life can Scott and his guardian angel, Lucas, protect her, or will she become another casualty? 
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Excerpt:
“Look, Trace…”
“Don’t you ‘look, Trace’, me.” She sighed, and moved to his side. Her fingers sent tingles upward from where they rested on his arm. “You may be used to playing the hero for damsels in distress, but that’s not me, okay?” Her eyes were emerald green, mesmerizing in their brilliance. “I’m used to taking care of myself. I don’t need coddling.”
No, maybe she didn’t. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use someone to take the burden away. He wanted to be that someone.
He raised a hand and brushed a velvety soft cheek, reveling in her body’s response. Eyelids fluttered and lips parted as though waiting for a kiss. Maybe she didn’t want the fairy tale, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be her prince.
He leaned down and accepted her invitation.
Heaven.
Her taste reminded him of blue skies and endless meadows. Of songbirds and bubbling brooks. She was his fire when he got cold and food when he was hungry. She made him weak, yet superhero strong, all with a look or a touch. And he couldn’t get enough.
“Take me home with you,” he whispered.
Tracy gazed at him, her eyes conflicted. “We should…”
“What? Slow down? Deny what’s happening between us?” He tunneled his hand into her hair and cupped the side of her head, relieved when she leaned into the touch. “I can’t. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past couple of weeks, it’s that there are no guarantees.”
He leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Until every breath was shared. Until there was no room for misunderstandings.
“I want you.”
 


 
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 Jacquie writes Romantic Suspense with tough, alpha males who know what they want, until they're gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them that what they really need is love.
Jacquie has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happy-ever-afters.
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#RomanceIdea to Enjoy by Sheri_Fredricks Plus #Excerpt from Monica Beggs

Romantic Idea to Enjoy this Summer
As a romance author, I have a file where I jot down date ideas. If I need an idea for a scene I’m writing, I skim through and see if any of them fit.
 
Maybe you’d like to try one of my date ideas and let me know how it turns out for you! Here’s a few:
 Go Retro With A Drive-In Movie
It’s like a regular movie, except with a private back seat!
 


 
If you have an idea you’d like to share, I’m all ears.
Look for more books to come in my Lights, Camera, Lube? series.
 

 
Monica Beggs – Blurb
Monica Beggs is more than the hottest porn star out on DVD—she's Finn Daniel's next assignment.
Lights. Camera. Lube?
 
Famous porn star Monica Beggs wrapped up another grueling on-location movie shoot when the Colombian cartel attempted to kidnap her. Their guns are as real as the price on her pretty head.
 
Former Special Ops and present day surfer, Finn Daniels recognizes a lady in distress when he sees one—especially if it’s his adult film crush being hustled out the door. He’s no longer in the business of busting up the underworld, but that doesn’t deflect his moral compass.
 
In a fast-paced adventure—over land, sea, and air—playing it hot and heavy will lead them straight into action!
 
 
Monica Beggs – Excerpt
Scene Setup:  **Finn confronts the Cartel soldier**
“She is preciosa, no?”
“More than beautiful,” he answered without glancing her way. No way in hell was he taking his eyes off the guy.
Finn didn’t need to seeMonica Beggs to remind himself how beautiful she looked. Every inch of her smooth olive skin had been seared into his brain after watching her movie Sin City: A Dildo to Die For—twice.
Okay, three times.
Through his adrenaline rush, memory of the teardrop shape of her breasts flushed hot through his jacked-up system and settled low between the hips. Helping the porn star was the right thing to do. He’d been sure of it back at Femenino Island and felt positive about it now. Confidence injected steel into his blood and he reveled in the sense of calm the knowledge brought.
“You win today, señor.” Mariano’s expression soured. A grim line thinned his lips and his brows lowered.
Finn shrugged and replied in matter-of-fact arrogance. “I win them all.”
Off in the distance, above the barrage of harbor noise and cry of sea birds, came the high-pitched wail of sirens. The small crowd of onlookers drew closer. Their speculative murmurs of drug dealers and DEA agent were passed around like a Sunday morning collection plate.
“The business of drugs are one thing. This buying and selling of women… it is not good. And the things I hear about the man who bought her, well…” Mariano took a deep breath and shook his head.
“Leave me alone,” she pleaded, limping closer to Finn. “Forget you ever saw me.”
Mariano stepped back, then hesitated. “I have never failed my contracts, amigo. Not once.”
Finn’s response was lethal. “Neither have I.”
As the first downed man showing signs of stirring, Mariano checked on the other unconscious man with a shove of his shoe.
Riley nudged Finn. “Let’s evac before the cops show up.”
Finn gave Monica a quick once-over. She seemed otherwise physically uninjured, except where she’d smacked her hip on the ground. Right now, she’d no doubt try to process why someone would take her against her will. The reality of what happened would refuse to lodge in her shocked brain.
He felt sorry for her. He really did. Hell, the most danger she’d probably faced in the last five years was rush-hour traffic on the 405.
 “Roger that.” Finn nodded her direction. “I got Monica.”
“Good. You can’t drive worth a shit.” His friend took off, dodging gawking pedestrians as he jogged to the Hummer.
The sirens were much closer and the thought of hashing it out in a small beige room until dark-o-thirty didn’t hold much appeal. “Look, sweetheart. You got someone coming? ‘Cause I gotta jam.”
“You’re leaving?” Her expression was aghast. “You won’t stay?”
As much as he wanted to make sure she was okay, he needed to split the scene more. He shook his head. “Want to help you, but I ain’t sticking around.”
© Sheri Fredricks 2015 Monica Beggs
  
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Bio - Sheri Fredricks
On the hunt for the uncommon things in life, award-winning author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures.
A voracious reader, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories of her own. "Ultimately," she says, "my husband encouraged me to write them all down."
Winner of the PRG Reviewer’s Choice Award, and multiple Finalist for InD’Tale eMagazine’s RONE award, she has five-star reviews everywhere eBooks are sold.
Sheri loves to spend time at home and connect with readers. A computer hutch keeps her focused, but the panoramic view of the California ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.
 
Links – Sheri Fredricks
Website:              www.sherifredricks.com
Twitter:                http://twitter.com/Sheri_Fredricks
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Author Info:       http://tinyurl.com/hu3q836
 
 Thanks so much for sharing,Tina
 

#RomanticIdea by @Carmen_Books and #Excerpt Till Life Do Us Part #Romancenovel

Here are some romantic ideas to rekindle the spark :
              Cuddle up together in a horse-drawn carriage ride.
You’ll probably feel like you are in a romantic comedy, and that’s a good thing.
                       Read each other’s Tarot Cards.
Take turns reading each other’s fortunes using Tarot Cards. Even if you don’t believe in astrology, it will make for one fun evening spent together.
                          Go on a ghost tour together.
Find the nearest ghost tour in your city and head out on the adventure together. At least you’ll have someone’s hand to hold onto should things start to get a little spooky.



                            Till Life Do Us Part
 
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Reincarnation, Mystery, Suspense
Release date: 9th June 2016
 
Blurb
Barbara Heyer can hear voices of dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek comfort for those left behind, and occasionally even warn her about future events. But when Barbara’s brother, Colin, is accused of murder, it will take more than her gift to prove his innocence.
Becoming smitten with the handsome investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious complication given his assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there is something far deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction between them. Could that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma in her dreams? Could past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected events together?
Barbara and Patrick must overcome heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and perhaps themselves.
Excerpt:




Patrick poured the bubbly liquid into the glasses. He offered one to Barbara and raised his.
“To the undercover, paranormal investigator, Barbara.” He smiled and touched his glass to hers, looking straight into her eyes. “To you, too, Patrick, Detective Fischer. If it hadn’t been for your determination to find out the truth, many families wouldn’t have had the small consolation to see their relatives’ murderers behind bars.” She took a sip of the champagne. “There’s something else I’d like to tell you, Patrick said. He cleared his throat and took one of her hands in his. “It’s something that I wanted to tell you... to ask you for a while, but it never seemed the right moment.” She heard the tremor in his voice and was sure what was to come. Yet, she didn’t want to make it easier for him. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in the touch of his hands. He was in love with her as she was with him. “So, as I was saying... I want to ask you if—” The telephone rang again, cutting like a steel blade through the thick emotional atmosphere surrounding them. “Oh, not again.” Barbara rolled her eyes upward and headed to the bloody thing. She picked up the receiver and said in a voice that sounded a bit irritated, “Yes. What? Who? Yes, one moment, please.” She turned to Patrick, “It’s for you. An emergency, it seems.” Patrick grabbed the phone, “Yes, Fisher here. What? When? I’m on my way,” he said and put down the receiver. “I’m sorry, Barbara. There’s an emergency, indeed. Bruce has been injured. He’s in the hospital right now.” “Oh, goodness. Is it bad?” “I’ve no idea. They didn’t say. I’m going there. Sorry I spoiled the evening.” “No need for apology, Patrick,” Barbara replied hiding her disappointment. “Duty comes first in your job, I know.” “I’ll call you. Soon. There was something important I wanted to tell... to ask you. Goodnight, Barbara,” he said and kissed her hand affectionately. He hurried outside. Barbara stood in the middle of the room. It looked empty and cold without him. She took the bottle of champagne, pushed the cork back into it, then went to the kitchen and put it in the fridge. Moments later, she returned to the living room. With a reflexive gesture she picked up the packet of cigarettes Patrick had forgotten on the table. She weighed them in her hand for a moment and smiling, opened a drawer of the bookshelf and placed the cigarettes inside. She took her book from the bookshelf and sat on the couch, enveloped by the faint smell of aftershave left behind by Patrick. Jack stretched, then came to Barbara and curled up in her lap. “Yes, Jack. It is like that. It’s always been like that. Just you and me.” She sighed and opened the book. She failed to notice a faint light hovering outside the window.


 http://solsticepublishing.com/till-life-do-us-part/ https://www.amazon.com/Till-Life-Do-Us-Part-ebook/dp/B01GGKSQEY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1464868076&sr=1-1&keywords=till+life+do+us+part  Short URL for Amazon:    https://goo.gl/H0dqkb     
Author Bio
Carmen Stefanescuresides 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 communist oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.           Her first novel, Shadows of the Past , was released in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.                   Carmen joined the volunteer staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog, and is the coordinator of #Thursday13 posts. You can stalk the author here: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/postsTrailer for Till Life Do Us Part: https://youtu.be/UbuntlWISc0
  
 

A Rancher's Pride by @BarbaraWDaille #Excerpt, #Westernromance

Author:  Barbara White Daille
Book:  A Rancher’s Pride – Reissue (Larger Print edition)
Release Date:  6-1-16
 
Blurb (Up to 150 words.  Blurbs will be trimmed for length and/or edited for grammar and spelling.)
 
Sam Robertson's life just changed. In one short day, he found out that he's a daddy; that his beautiful little girl, Becky, is deaf; and that her aunt, sign language teacher Kayla Ward, intends to fight him for custody.

There are plenty of reasons Sam shouldn't fall for Kayla. A city girl like her has no place on his ranch, particularly when she's his ex-wife's gorgeous sister. But thanks to the judge's orders, Sam's spending a lot of time with Kayla, trying to give Becky the stable home she's never known.

Despite their ongoing custody battle, Sam and Kayla's love for Becky brings them closer than they ever expected, and Sam knows that no matter who wins in court, he could still lose—Kayla or his daughter.
 
 
Review Fresh Fiction Wrote:  The story is an extraordinary narrative incorporating sign language enabling Becky to speak her mind and dialog with those around her. Instead of making Becky silent, White Daille gave her a voice—reminiscent of Catherine Anderson and Deborah Smith who often give special people great voices
 
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Author Bio (No more than 150 words. Bios will be trimmed for length and/or edited for grammar and spelling.)
 
Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Other than that, she is thrilled to be living the writer’s life and coming up with stories to share with you!
The first of her Flagman’s Folly stories, A Rancher’s Pride, is now available in larger print exclusively from Harlequin. You can also find the original version at most major e-tailers, including Amazon.
The next book in Barbara’s popular The Hitching Post Hotel series is Cowboy in Charge, July 2016, with other books in the series to follow. In November 2016, she begins a new sweet romance series for Entangled Bliss.
She would love to have you stop by her website and blog, and look for her the next time you’re on Facebook and Twitter.
 
 
 
Excerpt (No more than 150 words.  Excerpts will be edited for length, grammar and spelling. Must be No Hotter Than PG-13 or Two Flames)
 
The woman standing in his yard looked even better close up.  Long, golden-brown hair the color of honey pine.  Eyes the blue of a lake in winter. 
“I’m Sam Robertson.  What can I do for you?”
As she looked at him, those blue eyes froze over.
A warning bell rang somewhere deep in his memory.  “Don’t I know you?”
“You should.  I’m Kayla Ward.”
“As in Ronnie Ward?”
She nodded.  “I’m her sister.  You don’t recognize me?”
He looked closer.  His insides tightened and his pulse picked up.  Yeah, he remembered her now, no matter how briefly he’d seen her the first time they’d crossed paths.
It would be just like his ex to send her here, claiming she’d changed her mind about Becky.
Well, if this woman thought she’d waltz in and take his daughter away, she had another think coming.
 


BUY LINKS:
Publisher: http://www.harlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=64731(Larger Print Reissue)
Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Ranchers-Pride-Barbara-White-Daille-ebook/dp/B004U73TFC(Original e-book version) 
BN:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ranchers-pride-barbara-white-daille/1100382659?ean=9781459202337(Original e-book version)


Heat Level: 
G
Format:  Print, E-Book, Larger Print
Author Website:  http://www.barbarawhitedaille.com
Author Blog:  http://www.barbarawhitedaille.com/blog
Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/barbarawhitedaille
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/BarbaraWDaille
Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002J6B0QQ
 
Thanks for sharing,Tina
 

Kathleen Rowland Shares a #RomanticIdea and an #Excerpt for Deadly Alliance #MFRWauthor

Here is Kathleen Rowland’s summertime #RomanticIdea to win him over:   Choose an activity that gets you into his element.  How about sailing or kayaking? Let him show you how it’s done! Beach the craft and pull him in close.  The experience of being out and about in public makes it hard for him to wait for the trip home… to have you.
Blurb
Finbar Donahue, former Army Ranger, walked on the wild side in Iraq, but now he lives in the shadows. After his evasive partner, Les, was shot in a random drive-by, Finn discovers cash is siphoned monthly. He fights to keep his investment company afloat. When the late partner’s girlfriend, Amy Kintyre, applies for his bookkeeping job, Finn suspects she knows about his company drain and hires her.

Amy needs a nine-to-five with free evenings and weekends to get her fashion design business back on track. She unearths Les’ s secret bank account and alerts Finn. Freezing of the money laundering account sets off havoc within an Irish gang. Amy witnesses a gang fight between a brutal ISIS fundraising organization and the Irish. Desperate to escape a stalker’s crosshairs, she seeks refuge with Finn. As danger heats up, sparks fly hotter.




 
Short excerpt-- Amy’s first day working for Finn
Hours later, Finn straightened his spine as he listened to his new bookkeeper order Rosenberg around with the authority of an Army lieutenant. She spoke with confidence from her chair and waited for answers with intensity. Somehow she came across larger than her delicate self.
“Brad,” his pretty war buddy said, “I’ll need your password to access activity-to-date.” Her attitude wasn’t for show. Her curiosity propelled her to the depths of the drain. Heaven help those who lurked there.
“Sure thing.” Brad blew out a breath and scribbled his password on a sticky note. Handing it to her, he bent to her level.
She said, “I apologize for causing chaos.”
“No apology necessary.” Brad asked, “What are you working on?”
Jumping in, Finn said, “Comparisons, Rosenberg, that’s what she’s working on.” Unholy as she’d undoubtedly turn out to be, at the moment they were forged in combat. “Give her your full support.”
“Absolutely. Consider me your scaffold,” Rosenberg said, accepting his fate. “Excuse me, won’t you? I’m running payroll.”
Finn liked his head accountant. He was solid. Dependable. Not creative, but his easy-going manner was soothing. “Payroll. You’re a masochist.”
Amy smiled, and her crystal-green gaze sought his. She found his comment amusing. Her professional attire included a gray satin blouse tucked into a herringbone skirt. When she moved, her layered, dark-blonde hair settled into a sleek flip over her shoulders.
Amy’s bending and reaching, as she took control of her four-by-four cubicle, was damn compelling. She found a rhythm with a handy notepad beside her computer. Using Brad’s password, she turned sideways to open files. Attractive summed up her symmetrical profile and creamy complexion.
For a long while, getting hot and heavy had not been on his mind. Her envelope gave him concrete evidence to bring to the sheriff and eased his tension. As she brushed tresses off her face, he wanted to nibble on her ear.
Amy packed her lithe frame with succulent curves. He enjoyed observing her ample bust which required high-performance support. He’d like to see those globes running free. He’d never considered her as dating material. Timing was off. When she started dating Les, he was hooking up with Miss California. Now it was too late. She worked for him. Hands off. Finn liked women—lots of women, all women, in all shapes and sizes and ethnicities as long as they met the enthusiasm requirement. He hadn’t tested this, but she was off-limits for another reason. He didn’t intend to put her through another relationship leading to nowhere.
Finn kept things loose. A woman in his bed but not in his life was what he often said. There hadn’t been that either.  Why was she looking at him like that?
 
Purchase links for Deadly Alliance:
Amazon UK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/
Nook:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/deadly-alliance-kathleen-rowland/1123141145?ean=2940152523393
Amazon US

http://www.amazon.com/Deadly-Alliance-Kathleen-Rowland-ebook/dp/B019EE5OP8/

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28225810-deadly-alliance?from_search=true&search_version=service

 
Bio and author links:
Bio and Links—Kathleen Rowland
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts.  Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels.   She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji.  Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.  While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write while listening to demanding character voices in her head.
http://www.kathleenrowland.com/
https://twitter.com/rowlandkathleen
https://kathleenrowland.wordpress.com/
https://www.facebook.com/kathleen.rowland.50
http://www.amazon.com/Kathleen-Rowlan...
 

#RomanticIdea and #Excerpt - Across the Lake by @rpaigebooks

Romantic Idea to enjoy this summer:  Nothing beats a patio filled with candlelight, soft music, and sharing a dessert with your sweetheart on a warm night under the stars. Turning the backyard into a favorite date spot means more couple time after our kids head to bed.  






Blurb:  Nearly a year and a half after his pregnant girlfriend left him for her childhood sweetheart, Ryan Isaacs is finally moving on. He’s bought and renovated a three-flat in Bayfield, Wisconsin. Living in a tiny town across Lake Superior from his ex wouldn’t be his first choice. Staying near his young son, however, made the decision for him. Life is good. But he definitely doesn’t have time for distractions; especially not the beautiful new tenant who’s renting the top floor. Not that she’d be interested in him anyway. 

Lauren Clark has to focus. After a decade in Chicago, moving to the middle of nowhere was not the next stop she pictured for her career. Years of soothing bridezillas has worn her out. And being left at the altar has her questioning her purpose. She’s agreed to fill in for her friend Francois at his post as city events manager while he’s on sabbatical for a year. If she has her way, she’ll be gone long before then. There would be no point to starting something with the hunky landlord. 

 

 

Excerpt:  Lauren crouched to adjust Waffles’ sweater, her knee momentarily dropping to the frozen sidewalk. Fire burned through her jeans, and she jerked her leg back up and nearly lost her balance. Falling over backward on the ice and injuring herself didn’t sound like a great way to spend a lazy Sunday morning. But then again, it wasn’t like her current activity of dressing up her dog and taking pictures for Instagram was all that exciting either.

 

“Okay, you look perfect, don’t move.”

 

Sliding out of her gloves, Lauren retrieved her phone from her coat pocket. Positioned on the hillside, with the icy lake in the background on a diagonal, with her bright pink sweater in stark contrast to the snow surrounding her, Waffles was a picture of big city sophistication in the remote wilderness. Settling in at her new job and practically hibernating inside the apartment building, Waffles’ fans were leaving terse messages looking for an update.

 

“Hold it. Stay there and…done. Now, let’s get back inside before my fingers fall off.”

She stuffed the phone into the down coat and struggled to move her fingers enough to slip back into the gloves. Waffles continued to hold her pose, ever patient for her owner. Lauren slowly stood up to her full height, rubbing her hands together, and stomping her feet in an effort to get the blood flowing.

 

They’d walked a little further than they had since becoming residents a little over a week earlier. Blowing on her hands for another minute, Lauren scanned the streets. Perched at the top of a hill on Rittenhouse Avenue, they had a clear view down toward the shops and restaurants of town. Lauren could hardly imagine the empty streets full of tourists, no matter what Francois and Ryan had told her.

 

Not that I’ll find out for myself.

 

Lauren stuffed her hands back into her pockets. Her feeble attempts at finding warmth weren’t improving the longer she stood outside. With a gentle tug on Waffles’ leash, she focused her attention on the sidewalk, careful to pick her way on the icy sections of pavement. But Waffles wouldn’t budge. Another, firmer, yank didn’t have any better effect on the dog.

 

In exasperation, Lauren swiveled on her heel to glare at the dog. But Waffles didn’t look at her. Instead, the dog sat on the ground, oblivious to the cold under her fur and wagged her tail slowly from side to side. Lauren followed the dog’s line of sight, shocked to see a running figure approaching them. When the man dressed in a sweatshirt and track pants approached the intersection mere yards away, Lauren recognized him and shivered. Ryan.

 

 

Purchase links:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EQRWAKA

 

Author bio:

Rachelle stumbled into the world of romance novels in college; as a way to help speed up reading through Art History textbooks. After years in the professional world writing dry grant proposals and auction descriptions, she started writing the contemporary romance stories she wanted to read. Setting her books in some of her favorite destinations was her inspired way to require plenty of research trips every year with her family. 

 

 

Author links:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13453682.Rachelle_Paige

https://twitter.com/rpaigebooks

https://rachellepaige.com/

https://www.facebook.com/Rachelle-Paige-511680888981810/

http://www.amazon.com/Rachelle-Paige/e/B00T0T533Q




Thanks for sharing your book with my readers,


Tina