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August 26, 2012
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July 7, 2012
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June 21, 2012
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June 15, 2012
When fate brings unexpected love, when destiny knocks on your door, there's no escaping it.
“God have mercy on my lusty husband”–Joanie Saint Claire
PASSIONATE BID
BLUE-EYED FOUR SERIES
Available now from Silver Publishing
Meet the first of the four blue-eyed, delicious, and drool-worthy men of your dreams–Julian.
A man’s destiny
Drop dead gorgeous veterinarian, Julian Ravenwood, has made a mistake–slept with a young virgin, Joanie Saint Claire. Forced to do the right thing, he marries her then leaves while she’s still in her wedding gown.
A young woman’s fate
Joanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian.
An abandoned wife’s spirit
A solution to Joanie’s problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition–he pay her one hundred thousand dollars.
Unexpected love
Julian can’t believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can’t stop lusting after. And her secret rocks his world.
When fate brings unexpected love, when destiny knocks on your door…there’s no escaping it.
“…it’s my wife’s prerogative to be pleasured in bed.”–Julian Ravenwood
“God have mercy on my lusty husband”–Joanie Saint Claire
PASSIONATE BID
BLUE-EYED FOUR SERIES
Available now from Silver Publishing
Meet the first of the four blue-eyed, delicious, and drool-worthy men of your dreams–Julian.
A man’s destiny
Drop dead gorgeous veterinarian, Julian Ravenwood, has made a mistake–slept with a young virgin, Joanie Saint Claire. Forced to do the right thing, he marries her then leaves while she’s still in her wedding gown.
A young woman’s fate
Joanie finds herself facing an altered life after her one night with Julian.
An abandoned wife’s spirit
A solution to Joanie’s problems comes when Julian shows up to serve her. She agrees to sign the divorce papers on one condition–he pay her one hundred thousand dollars.
Unexpected love
Julian can’t believe it. His scrawny bride has grown into a seductive, attractive, and feisty woman he can’t stop lusting after. And her secret rocks his world.
June 4, 2012
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[image error]The man with a body only a great sculptor could create—whoever he was—made the single bed look tiny. His legs dangled at the foot of the bed, his toes touching the floor. He must be over six feet tall, with long and thick legs—made for running—and long arms sprinkled with silky golden hairs. With that broad and muscular chest, he looked powerful. Marisol’s gaze lowered. Oh God. She bit her lower lip and stared at the penis resting on a thatch of hair the color of earth. She thought men were smaller when relaxed. Hard to imagine how big he’d be when aroused. In all her life, she’d never seen a man with such a perfectly sculpted body. Man, she wanted to rub herself all over him. Well, she’d never seen a naked man this close. Period. God, this guy could be the crème de la crème of male models if he tried.
Well, whatever his profession, it’s not my concern. What matters is why he’s here, sleeping.
This cot was there for Dad’s afternoon naps. Now, this man was using it. Not that she minded. Who would?
Wanting to get a better look, she took a couple steps forward. His unruly hair was a mixture of moonstone and onyx. Strands of hair partially covered his face. What she could see showed almost perfect features. Whoever his parents were, they’d done a great job of creating him. Man, check out his tan. He must get exposed to the sun and wind a lot. An outdoorsman? She noticed a long, bright red scar that ran from his shoulder and stopped just about his nipple. It looked new and freshly healed. It made him look dangerous and sexy. If it weren’t for his generous mouth and the shadow of beard that gave him a manly aura, she’d say he was beautiful.
What about his eyes? What color were they? Gah, beautiful or not, blue-eyed, green or brown, how in holy caramel cookies did he managed to get in her dad’s clinic? She’d heard once about an actor who’d wandered inside someone’s house and slept in the bedroom. Was that what happened here? But she’d been here the whole time. Wait, she went to the kitchen to scrub her hands clean. But she was gone only a couple minutes. And where’d the wolf go? How could he walk out of here when earlier he was practically dead? Was the poultice that good?
Okay, let’s just say his awful wound healed within the span of a few minutes, which is hard to believe, still it doesn’t answer the question of how he escaped. Am I going batty? This doesn’t make any sense.
Did she just imagine helping a wolf earlier?
Wake up, Mari. Maybe you’re dreaming. No, she wasn’t. The blood-stained towel she used to pull the wolf with was still on the floor. Ha. She didn’t just imagine what happened. Later, she’d look outside for the wolf. First, this man should wake up. As much as she wanted to keep gawking at his great package, she couldn’t let him sleep here. It wasn’t right. This man was a total stranger. A total stranger that the sheriff and his deputy saw. Crap! Smithers said something big. For sure, he was talking about Mister Delicious’s manhood here. Marisol groaned. Smithers would most likely tell his wife about what he saw. Oh yeah, they’d be talking about her over their pot roast. And before the sun rose, everyone in Shelli’s phonebook would have heard about this man. She wouldn’t be surprised if Shelli and her entourage knocked on her door tonight.
“Ugh, I hate to think what the sheriff and his deputy are thinking about me right now.”
Using her bat, she poked the man gently on the thigh. Hitting him wouldn’t be good. It would be a shame to put a bruise on him. The man didn’t budge. He was asleep—definitely not dead because she could see the rise and fall of his chest. She inched closer for a better look and touched the man’s shoulder with her finger.
“Excuse me, Mister Yummy. You need to wake up.” Touching him was comparable to touching cement, except he was warm and smooth. “I have no idea how you ended up here, but you need to wake up now. My wolf is supposed to be here, not you. Well, that’s beside the point. You have to get up and get your pretty tush out of my house. I’m a single woman with a clean reputation, which you’ve ruined by sneaking in here.”
Poke. Poke. “I know you can hear me.” Jaysus, she’d need a tow truck to get him out of here. “You know I’m not going to stop nagging until you leave this room. You’re in my dad’s clinic, but he’s not here. If you’re drunk, you’re not welcome in this house because I hate drunks. They hiccup, they’re smelly, and they puke everywhere. I know because my friend did that one time. She made it to the toilet okay, but the idea of leaning over the toilet bowl made her gag. So she tried to go outside and she didn’t make it. She threw up all over the floor and all over my favorite Birkenstock.”
Marisol tried pinching his arm. The man’s arm was so packed with meat she couldn’t even pull any loose skin. “Hey, stranger. You’re beyond cute, okay. But you have to get up and leave. No? I hate to do this but if you don’t get up, I’ll get a bucket of rain water and—Eeekkk!”
One minute she stood on the side of the bed, a heartbeat later Marisol found herself pinned beneath the man. He was on top of her, his nose inches away from hers. Wave after wave of shock at how fast he moved held her immobile and speechless. Most of all, she couldn’t believe how beautiful his eyes were. They were the sharpest, bluest, and most attractive eyes she’d even seen in her life. Nice.
Heart beating against her chest, Marisol stared at him. Looking at him was like looking at someone she’d met in the past. The man angled his head from side to side and kept staring at her, as though seeing her for the first time.
“Good God, Marisol. I don’t drink, but you could drive any man to liquor. Including me.” His hoarse, tired-sounding voice broke the stare-down.
“Why?”
“You talk too much.”
“I don’t…wait. You know me?”
“Yes, I know you. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Me? Wrong, buddy. I live here. You’re the one in the wrong place. Wrong house, wrong room, wrong…” Lord, is that…? She couldn’t believe it. Mister Yummy throbbed and grew while nestled in between her legs. Oh no, no. As much as she’d love to keep his hard-on pressed against her pubic mound, he must get off her. Did she just think loving his hard-on? Loving was the last emotion she should feel right now. Jiminy, her friend was right. She needed to unlock her invisible chastity belt. Otherwise, her sexual deprivation would result in something like this— enjoying the pleasure of having a stranger’s erection pressed against her.
“Please get off me.”
“Shit.”
He promptly rolled off to Marisol’s side with a loud groan. As soon as she was free, Marisol scooted off the bed. She flattened her palms on her shirt and noticed they were shaking. Her legs suddenly felt like noodles. Calm down, Marisol. Don’t be a scaredy cat. He’s a tall stranger, but he seems harmless. She noticed he winced when he’d moved. He ran his hands through his hair before rubbing them on his face. He looked exhausted and in pain. “You look tired, but I have to ask you to leave.”
“Give me a minute, will you?”
“You don’t need to explain how you ended up here. The how and when doesn’t matter to me. Just leave before I call the cops.”
“No. Please. No cops.” He looked about the room, a swath of wavy hair falling back on his forehead. “Do you mind if I use your bed sheet?”
Lordy, no. I like the view. “Not at all. Feel free to use my dad’s clothes. He won’t be needing them anymore. You’ll find his old shirts and pants in the closet. He’s a couple inches shorter than you though.”
“Thanks.” He grabbed the sheet and yanked it off the bed. With his eyes on her, he stood up in one fluid motion. He looked weak, but an aura of power and ferocity surrounded him.
Sweet sugar, who is this man?
The face of a snarling wolf tattooed on his left upper chest didn’t help ease her nervousness. But it was his nakedness, his thrust-up penis that made her mind a crazy mixture of fear and excitement. Egad! She must kick him out of here before she drooled all over and embarrassed herself.
She broke the eye contact to watch the tantalizing display disappear from view as he wrapped the sheet around his waist. Geez, there must be fat somewhere in this man’s body. If she were to guess, he was a big fan of running. He had the legs for it. And just look at his abs. Perfect for Jockey briefs commercials.
The man grinned.
Marisol felt her cheeks grew warm. Damn it. She really should do something about her bad habit of staring. “By the way, I’m at a disadvantage here. You already know my name and we’re not even introduced. So what’s yours?”
“Callum. My name is Callum Dyrdek.”
“Nice meeting you, Callum. Now, have you seen my wolf?”
May 31, 2012
Wolf’s Soul
WOLF’S SOULTierney O’Malley Available from Museitup Publishing Ruthless, charismatic, and dangerously handsome shape-shifter, Callum Dyrdek abides by his clan’s code - avoid humans, but protect them from their archenemy, the Blood Robbers. But when he meets Marisol, he’s breaking all the rules. This passionate, kick-ass woman possesses the powerful, ancient sword that belonged to the leader who ruled his clan many centuries ago. He knows he shouldn’t, yet he can’t help claiming her as his. Now the enemy demands he give up the woman and the sword or they will attack the humans. Will he end up with the woman he loves—or will he lose his soul?
Expert swordswoman, Marisol Saint James killed one shapeshifter—now she’s on the run with another named Callum who wants her sword and has taken her virginity. Until she finds the truth about herself, she must trust him. An evil clan is after them, one whose leader believes that Callum is responsible for the death of his sister. Both clans are determined to possess the sword.When Callum puts his fifth and last life on the line in exchange for her safety, Marisol knows she has to intervene. Callum wants her sword, but she gives him her heart—whole-souled.
April 29, 2012
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She couldn’t understand his actions after telling him about her mother. She supposed kissing her was his way of expressing his condolences. Well, whatever made him do it, she didn’t know. All she knew was that he warmed her heart.
“Are we going to put Fawn in the garage?”
“We don’t have to. I see headlights behind us. Must be the PAWS rep. We’ll wait here.”
Sure enough, a man in a van arrived and pulled beside Bors’s truck. While Bors talked to the man, she stood beside the truck. Her eagerness to see inside Bors’s home bubbled under the surface like a boiling pot of soup. The way he described it made her think about the house on the prairie.
It was dark and late. From where she stood, she couldn’t really see the whole house and the surroundings, but she could feel the cold air and hear the sound of night critters. God, she missed her bed. She yawned.
“Hey, sleepy. Fawn’s gone.”
“I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
“We’ll see him again. Ready to come in?”
“Yes.” Her sleepiness went away as soon as Bors opened the front door and turned on the lights. Bors was right on when he said full round logs were used to construct the house, but he didn’t say it was beautiful.
Standing by the door, she could see the breathtaking view of dark glistening water and shadows of mountains through the expansive windows. A huge fireplace of native blue stone occupied one wall of the living room, and on the floor in front of it was the softest looking rug she’d even seen. The room held a romantic aura. It was amazing.
“Wow. How come you don’t live here?”
“I work in Seattle. Commute is a bitch. So I bought a condo there.”
“Homey. If someday I decided to buy a home, I want to feel like what I am feeling right now standing here.”
“And how do you feel right now?”
“I don’t know how to say it really. It feels like, you know, when you’ve been walking for a long time and then you finally arrive at your destination. That’s how it feels like. I could sit here all day and feel content. What a fantastic looking home.”
“Thank you. You couldn’t see it because it’s dark, but this house is located at the end of the private road sitting atop a spectacular rock bluff. The circular drive in front is the only way a car can come in and out of this place. There is a medium-bank switchback trail to the beach below. I’ll show it to you if you are interested tomorrow or whenever.”
“Oh, I’m interested.”
“Aside from the view, you know what I like about this place?”
“What?”
“No neighbors and no lawn mowing necessary. We are nestled in moss-covered glacial rock.”
Taylor wondered if he realized he just said we. “I love it.” She ambled her way toward the glass window. “Even at night, the view holds one breathless.”
“You should see the sunrise. There is nothing like it. Wanna see the whole house, or are you ready to call it a night. You look dead on your feet.” Bors moved the hair from her temple and tucked it behind her ear. “I think you should rest. You have bags under your eyes and I can see the beginning of your wrinkles. You look like my grandma.”
Taylor punched him in the side. “Shut up!”
Bors caught her hand and didn’t let go. “You’ve had an exciting day today.”
Taylor didn’t resist when Bors laced their fingers together. “Yeah, I haven’t had this kind of excitement since…I don’t know. Thank you for letting me stay here.”
“I am lending it to you. Starting tonight, this house is yours.”
“But you’re staying here, too, right?”
“Want me to?”
“Yes. Please stay.”
Bors nodded. “Master bedroom is through there. Two guest rooms are on the second floor. Both have private view balconies facing west, so you won’t see the sunrise, but the sunset. You’ll like it.”
“Thank you. How about your bedroom? Is it facing east or west?”
“West. As much as I love the sunrise, I hate for it to shine into my bedroom early in the morning.”
“I wouldn’t like that either. Are you sure about this? I mean, you’re home for the weekend and you might want to entertain. I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Like I said, this house is yours for as long as you need it. I’ve never brought anyone here, Taylor. You’re the first.”
“Oh. Well, thank you,” she said, surprised. “I promise I won’t break anything.”
“And no throwing football in the house.”
“Promise.” Laughing, she felt herself quickly drowning in the hot blue of his watchful smile. “You know, I didn’t know Orcas is one of the islands of San Juan. I’ve seen the beauty of this place when Jean once took me flying and I’ve wanted to come here since then. But I never thought I’d find someone here who’d carry me across the street, pay for my slippers and offer his house to me. Thank you.” Standing on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his. It was chaste, almost like a childish kiss, but the effect was potent. Strong enough to render her speechless.
“Why did you do that?” he asked the question as if she poked him with a stick.
“Bors, it’s just a kiss.”
“No, baby. This is a kiss.” His lips came down on hers. Urging, caressing, forcing her lips open with his thrusting and insisting tongue.
Taylor forgot everything. Jean, her lack of funds, why she was on the run. The sensuous probing of his tongue made her shiver and her knees weak. Taylor clutched at Bors shoulders, feeling heady and good as she felt herself entering the underworld of swirling heat and, by all God and holy lust.
Bors’s deep kiss turned demanding and devouring, stirring desire she never felt before. She’d been kissed and touched, but not like this. Bors’s kiss made her want to rip his clothes off and touch his skin. But she wanted more.
More of his taste, more of his kiss, more than this.
