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December 9, 2013
I'm stuck!
I so wanted to finish up Scent of a Wolf's Mate by now but I'm stuck on chapter twelve! I've started it over three times already. It's just not working for me. I get halfway through and then I think, I don't like where it's going. Uuggh!
December 8, 2013
Excerpt of The Mating Ritual
When Toni finally came to, she had no way of knowing how long she’d been out. As she slowly regained consciousness, she became aware that she was in some kind of cave, lying on something that felt soft and furry. At first she thought it was a dead animal. She jumped to her feet and moved away from it, only to find that it was just an animal hide. Picking it up, she examined it before wrapping it around her cold body.
She glanced around the cave, wondering how she’d got there, and then her memory returned. Where was he? That a man had dragged her in there she had no doubts. She could tell the cave went further back, she could see the flickering shadows against the walls indicating some kind of lighting, but she wasn’t about to go exploring. The loud sound of moving water reminded her that she was still near the river. She turned toward the mouth of the cave, walked to the edge, and glanced down. As far as she could tell, it was the only way out of there.
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If she had jumped the night before she would have killed herself. Nothing but boulders and large rocks lined the steep incline down to the river. Something off to the side drew her attention, and she gasped, recognizing one of the men that had been after her. There was no question that he was dead. His twisted, broken body was lying just inches from the river, his bloody face and glazed, lifeless eyes were staring up at her. She shivered with repulsion and searched around for his friend, until remembering that she’d heard the sound of a splash.
Her gaze shifted across the water to the other side, wondering if he’d crossed the river or had been swept away with the current. Even if he had managed to swim across he wouldn’t have been able to climb up the embankment. More likely than not he’d been washed down the river and had drowned. At least she didn’t have to worry about the men anymore. Once she returned to the cabin she’d call Detective Todd and tell her what happened, and with a little luck, the local police were already searching for her.
Toni didn’t realize how close she was to the edge until she felt the heel of her foot begin to slip. She screamed when the reality that she was falling rushed over her. Once again a muscular arm came out of nowhere and encircled her waist. Then, with surprising ease, she was hauled against a huge male body. She knew it was male because he was naked, and there was no denying the feeling of a large, flaccid cock against her backside.
She glanced down, thanking God his arm wasn’t as hairy as she’d been expecting, but still screamed and tried to wiggle free. He was much too strong for her. He kept her tight against him, grunting when she dug her nails into his flesh. He pulled her away from the cave entrance and tossed her against the cave wall. She hit it forcefully, crying out, and clutched the fur as it started to slip down.
Toni swung around and stared at the man in shock. One thing she knew for certain, he wasn’t Bigfoot, but he was big, possibly seven feet tall. And he was definitely human, his features were rugged and strong and not totally unpleasant. He had long brownish hair that appeared streaked with blond, his brown eyes conveyed intelligence and something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. His naked body revealed that he was well muscled, from his thick neck, defined biceps, pectorals, and sculptured abs. His thighs were as solid as small tree trunks, and his flaccid cock was surprisingly thick and long. The light dusting of hair that covered his body was like any other man, allowing Toni to see his scars and other imperfections. As he stood there staring at her he made her feel something wild and primitive. He was magnificent.
Ohmygod! Was he part of the wild people that the locals spoke of, the ones who lived in the mountains? Did they really exist? Toni felt her heart begin to race with growing fear. His gaze moved over her in much the same way that she had examined him, and it was then that she recognized that it was interest in his eyes.
She clutched the animal hide tighter to her breast. His mouth quirked in the semblance of a grin, which, under normal circumstances would have calmed her nerves somewhat. But these were not normal circumstances, and when he moved she gasped, and leaned as far as she could against the cold stone behind her. The closer he got, the smaller she felt. Toni had to look a long way up to meet his eyes.
“What… who are you?” She didn’t even know if he understood or spoke English.
“My clan calls me Cormac. I brought you here.”
His clan? His gaze continued to roam over Toni, slowly, as though he could see right through the fur that she held in front of her. She cringed when he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long, brown hair, bringing it up to his nose. She pulled it away from him. His response was a grunt, and a tightening of his mouth. It was clear that he didn’t like what she’d done. She swallowed hard, recognizing that he could probably kill her with one blow. The sheer size of him was intimidating. A flashback of the night before reminded Toni what he was capable of.
“My name is Toni.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to introduce herself, except that he’d saved her life, and maybe if she were friendly to him he would help her. She wondered how she was going to find her way back home. One thing she did know, she couldn’t stand there all day and do nothing.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.” It seemed a silly thing to say but he wasn’t very talkative, and Toni had no reason to think she couldn’t leave.
She pushed herself away from the wall with the intention of going further into the cave. There had to be another entrance because where they were now, the only way out was straight down. Toni only took two steps before she felt his hand in her hair, and she was jerked backwards against his solid form. She cried out, her hand automatically going to where his was clutching at her hair.
She glanced around the cave, wondering how she’d got there, and then her memory returned. Where was he? That a man had dragged her in there she had no doubts. She could tell the cave went further back, she could see the flickering shadows against the walls indicating some kind of lighting, but she wasn’t about to go exploring. The loud sound of moving water reminded her that she was still near the river. She turned toward the mouth of the cave, walked to the edge, and glanced down. As far as she could tell, it was the only way out of there.
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If she had jumped the night before she would have killed herself. Nothing but boulders and large rocks lined the steep incline down to the river. Something off to the side drew her attention, and she gasped, recognizing one of the men that had been after her. There was no question that he was dead. His twisted, broken body was lying just inches from the river, his bloody face and glazed, lifeless eyes were staring up at her. She shivered with repulsion and searched around for his friend, until remembering that she’d heard the sound of a splash. Her gaze shifted across the water to the other side, wondering if he’d crossed the river or had been swept away with the current. Even if he had managed to swim across he wouldn’t have been able to climb up the embankment. More likely than not he’d been washed down the river and had drowned. At least she didn’t have to worry about the men anymore. Once she returned to the cabin she’d call Detective Todd and tell her what happened, and with a little luck, the local police were already searching for her.
Toni didn’t realize how close she was to the edge until she felt the heel of her foot begin to slip. She screamed when the reality that she was falling rushed over her. Once again a muscular arm came out of nowhere and encircled her waist. Then, with surprising ease, she was hauled against a huge male body. She knew it was male because he was naked, and there was no denying the feeling of a large, flaccid cock against her backside.
She glanced down, thanking God his arm wasn’t as hairy as she’d been expecting, but still screamed and tried to wiggle free. He was much too strong for her. He kept her tight against him, grunting when she dug her nails into his flesh. He pulled her away from the cave entrance and tossed her against the cave wall. She hit it forcefully, crying out, and clutched the fur as it started to slip down.
Toni swung around and stared at the man in shock. One thing she knew for certain, he wasn’t Bigfoot, but he was big, possibly seven feet tall. And he was definitely human, his features were rugged and strong and not totally unpleasant. He had long brownish hair that appeared streaked with blond, his brown eyes conveyed intelligence and something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. His naked body revealed that he was well muscled, from his thick neck, defined biceps, pectorals, and sculptured abs. His thighs were as solid as small tree trunks, and his flaccid cock was surprisingly thick and long. The light dusting of hair that covered his body was like any other man, allowing Toni to see his scars and other imperfections. As he stood there staring at her he made her feel something wild and primitive. He was magnificent.
Ohmygod! Was he part of the wild people that the locals spoke of, the ones who lived in the mountains? Did they really exist? Toni felt her heart begin to race with growing fear. His gaze moved over her in much the same way that she had examined him, and it was then that she recognized that it was interest in his eyes.
She clutched the animal hide tighter to her breast. His mouth quirked in the semblance of a grin, which, under normal circumstances would have calmed her nerves somewhat. But these were not normal circumstances, and when he moved she gasped, and leaned as far as she could against the cold stone behind her. The closer he got, the smaller she felt. Toni had to look a long way up to meet his eyes.
“What… who are you?” She didn’t even know if he understood or spoke English.
“My clan calls me Cormac. I brought you here.”
His clan? His gaze continued to roam over Toni, slowly, as though he could see right through the fur that she held in front of her. She cringed when he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long, brown hair, bringing it up to his nose. She pulled it away from him. His response was a grunt, and a tightening of his mouth. It was clear that he didn’t like what she’d done. She swallowed hard, recognizing that he could probably kill her with one blow. The sheer size of him was intimidating. A flashback of the night before reminded Toni what he was capable of.
“My name is Toni.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to introduce herself, except that he’d saved her life, and maybe if she were friendly to him he would help her. She wondered how she was going to find her way back home. One thing she did know, she couldn’t stand there all day and do nothing.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.” It seemed a silly thing to say but he wasn’t very talkative, and Toni had no reason to think she couldn’t leave.
She pushed herself away from the wall with the intention of going further into the cave. There had to be another entrance because where they were now, the only way out was straight down. Toni only took two steps before she felt his hand in her hair, and she was jerked backwards against his solid form. She cried out, her hand automatically going to where his was clutching at her hair.
December 7, 2013
Reconnecting with old friends
I'm so excited! I recently reconnected with a friend I'd had back when I was around twelve, and she was eleven. We were best friends for years, her family moved out of state but we stayed in contact and would even visit one another. Then for some reason after we got married we lost touch. Over the past 38 years we both tried to find one another. I finally tracked her down through her brother, on face book. Thank God for face book! She moved back here in Florida a year ago and we're meeting for dinner this evening! I'm so looking forward to it, as I thought about Pam many times over the years. It felt good when we talked on the phone for the first time and she said she'd also tried to find me.
Life is funny, you know? Pam and I lived one street away from each other when we were young, and we talked about and did some crazy things. Now she's a lawyer and I'm an author, and we have a lot to catch up on tonight.
Life is funny, you know? Pam and I lived one street away from each other when we were young, and we talked about and did some crazy things. Now she's a lawyer and I'm an author, and we have a lot to catch up on tonight.
December 6, 2013
This just in!
Review by: Deb Diem on Dec. 06, 2013 : 
Loved Bishop and Angel's story from page one. Short read for folks that don't have a lot of time...me, I wish it was longer. Of course, I'm a sucker for a soldier, fireman, cop or cowboy story, so there wasn't anything in this book not to like. Hat's off to Ms Richards for giving me an enjoyable story this morning.
Loved Bishop and Angel's story from page one. Short read for folks that don't have a lot of time...me, I wish it was longer. Of course, I'm a sucker for a soldier, fireman, cop or cowboy story, so there wasn't anything in this book not to like. Hat's off to Ms Richards for giving me an enjoyable story this morning.
December 5, 2013
Look who has a new release!
Friend and fellow author Kate Deveaux has a new erotic romance out! The excerpt below is smokin hot, and just look at that book cover! Who doesn't like a ship board romance?
Kate DeveauxContemporary and Erotic Romance Author
About Kate: Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her husband in Arizona.
SOCIAL MEDIA:
Author website: http://www.katedeveaux.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kate-D...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KateDeveaux
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/katedeveaux
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7126956.Kate_Deveaux
SAIL AWAY WITH ME:
THIS BOAT ROCKS...
Sizzling shipboard romance —Jody throws caution to the wind as she lets go of her inhibitions and indulges in one magnificent week of pleasure. Passions surge, lovers tangle and two lives will never be the same again.
About Sail Away With Me:
Before Jody Carter and her three best friends ever set foot aboard the luxury cruise ship, Jody falls into the arms of uber hunky celebrity guest Taggart Keith, when he saves her shoe from falling to the depths of the sea. Their attraction is undeniable, but the recently divorced single mom knows the last thing she needs is to complicate her life in just seven short days. But that’s exactly what happens when Jody takes a chance — for once in her life— and gives into a week of sensational pleasure. Taggart helps her discover her more sensual side — one tantalizing night at a time.
Red Sage Publishing Official Release Date: December 1 2013
BUY LINKS:
Red Sage: http://eredsage.com/store/DEVEAUX_KATE.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kate-Deveaux/e/B00DGH8X58
Barnes & Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/kate-deveaux
LINK TO
EXCERPT: http://bit.ly/1gGeOvU
SAIL AWAY WITH ME and these recipes bring a whole new meaning to “I’ll have what she’s having!”
COCKTAIL RECIPES: Orgasm recipe:
1/2 oz white creme de cacao1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur1/2 oz triple sec1/2 oz vodka1 oz light cream
Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a chilled cocktail glass, and serve.Read more: Orgasm recipe http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink4305.html#ixzz2hRo3jiKv
Screaming Orgasm recipe:
1 oz vodka1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
Pour first vodka, then Bailey's, then Kahlua into a cocktail glass over crushed ice. Stir. Caution: use only high quality vodka. Cheap vodka can cause the Bailey's to curdle. Test your brand of vodka by mixing 1 Tsp each of vodka and Bailey's firstRead more: Screaming Orgasm recipe http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink1817.html#ixzz2hRmnAGDe
SAIL AWAY WITH ME
Taggart couldn’t believe his eyes as Jody scampered out of her clothes, wearing only her lacy bra and skimpy panties and jumped into the pool. How the hell was he was supposed to slow things down when she looked so fucking hot standing there, her curves making his cock rigid, straining against his pants? Take it easy man. She’ll run away again if he went too fast.
“Coming in?” she asked from the deep end, her splash echoing across the deserted Lido deck.
Looking around to make sure no one was around, he hurried out of his shirt and pants, leaving just his boxers on as Jody dove under the surface and popped up just as he dove in the deep end. The surprised expression on her pretty face was priceless as she laughed and swatted him with the water.
“Feel better?” He teased her, treading water and trying to keep his eyes from her breasts, visible just at the surface of the water. His cock twitched again. Easy.
“As a matter of fact, just what I need to slow things down,” she said, swimming away from him, backstroke. He watched her lean curves glistening in the moonlight, as she cut a swathe across the pool. She stopped, clinging to the edge while he waited to see what she’d do next.
Tipping her head back, she wet her hair and then shook it before smoothing it away from her face and smiled that sexy smile at him. God, she looked so fucking hot, those gorgeous eyes of hers, and that red pouty mouth he’d tasted and intended to taste again.
As if reading his mind, she swam to him. Meeting her, he reached out and pulled her to him, their lips meeting as she wrapped her legs around his mid-section. His cock was nestled against her thigh, he was sure she could feel it as they kissed slowly, waiting to see if she resisted as he grabbed her ass firmer.
They floated, bobbing in the water, her hands clinging around his neck, her lacy panties paper thin, her hot crease burning through his boxers. Oh, he longed to slip his fingers inside her beckoning entrance, but he didn’t want to scare her off.
Kissing her, her pussy just inches from his throbbing cock, she reciprocated, running her hands over his shoulder and down his chest, making his balls tighten against the base of his shaft. At this rate, if she went any lower he’d blow his wad. Her delicate fingers and the sweet taste of her mouth almost too much for him to bear. She tightened her thighs around him and he couldn’t help but smile as she wriggled her slit so close to his throbbing erection.
His lips left hers as he nibbled down her neck, sensing her arousal when he reached the crest of her breasts, just at the surface of the water. She murmured as his lips caressed her soft silken skin. He waited to see if she resisted, but when she didn’t he pushed his tongue into the cup of her bra and she moaned, her hands fisting in his hair. She liked this.
The moment his lips touched her nipple, her legs contracted around him. He tasted her sweet buds for the first time, firm and delicious. He licked and suckled as she clawed down his back, her hands finding his waistband as she slipped her hands inside his boxers and grabbed his buttocks. Fuck, he was going to come...her soft murmurs of approval and the way she wriggled her tight little ass against his grip pushed him close to the edge.
Her nipple slipped from his mouth as he met her eyes, the fire in them alarming as she nodded, undoing her bra and throwing it over on the pool deck. Turning his attention to her freed bosoms, hearing the giggle of enjoyment as she lifted her hips over his cock. He dug his fingers into her round ass, almost in her crease. His boxers and her panties were the only barrier between them. Hungrily his mouth explored her neck, then her breasts and her lips. She groaned and rocked her hips across his shaft in response. He could barely take it, curling his head onto her shoulder trying to keep from coming.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, taking his hand and putting it between them, moving her panties aside, allowing him to slip a finger between her tender folds. She shuddered against him, moaning into his shoulder, pulling at his hair, as she arched against his touch, trembling against him. Her lips searched his, keeping her rhythm and then unable to resist, he grunted his release as she quivered against him in the water.
Kate DeveauxContemporary and Erotic Romance Author
About Kate: Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her husband in Arizona.
SOCIAL MEDIA:
Author website: http://www.katedeveaux.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kate-D...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KateDeveaux
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/katedeveaux
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7126956.Kate_Deveaux
SAIL AWAY WITH ME:
THIS BOAT ROCKS...
Sizzling shipboard romance —Jody throws caution to the wind as she lets go of her inhibitions and indulges in one magnificent week of pleasure. Passions surge, lovers tangle and two lives will never be the same again.
About Sail Away With Me:
Before Jody Carter and her three best friends ever set foot aboard the luxury cruise ship, Jody falls into the arms of uber hunky celebrity guest Taggart Keith, when he saves her shoe from falling to the depths of the sea. Their attraction is undeniable, but the recently divorced single mom knows the last thing she needs is to complicate her life in just seven short days. But that’s exactly what happens when Jody takes a chance — for once in her life— and gives into a week of sensational pleasure. Taggart helps her discover her more sensual side — one tantalizing night at a time.
Red Sage Publishing Official Release Date: December 1 2013
BUY LINKS:
Red Sage: http://eredsage.com/store/DEVEAUX_KATE.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kate-Deveaux/e/B00DGH8X58
Barnes & Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/kate-deveaux
LINK TO
EXCERPT: http://bit.ly/1gGeOvU
SAIL AWAY WITH ME and these recipes bring a whole new meaning to “I’ll have what she’s having!”
COCKTAIL RECIPES: Orgasm recipe:
1/2 oz white creme de cacao1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur1/2 oz triple sec1/2 oz vodka1 oz light cream
Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a chilled cocktail glass, and serve.Read more: Orgasm recipe http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink4305.html#ixzz2hRo3jiKv
Screaming Orgasm recipe:
1 oz vodka1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
Pour first vodka, then Bailey's, then Kahlua into a cocktail glass over crushed ice. Stir. Caution: use only high quality vodka. Cheap vodka can cause the Bailey's to curdle. Test your brand of vodka by mixing 1 Tsp each of vodka and Bailey's firstRead more: Screaming Orgasm recipe http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink1817.html#ixzz2hRmnAGDe
SAIL AWAY WITH ME
Taggart couldn’t believe his eyes as Jody scampered out of her clothes, wearing only her lacy bra and skimpy panties and jumped into the pool. How the hell was he was supposed to slow things down when she looked so fucking hot standing there, her curves making his cock rigid, straining against his pants? Take it easy man. She’ll run away again if he went too fast.
“Coming in?” she asked from the deep end, her splash echoing across the deserted Lido deck.
Looking around to make sure no one was around, he hurried out of his shirt and pants, leaving just his boxers on as Jody dove under the surface and popped up just as he dove in the deep end. The surprised expression on her pretty face was priceless as she laughed and swatted him with the water.
“Feel better?” He teased her, treading water and trying to keep his eyes from her breasts, visible just at the surface of the water. His cock twitched again. Easy.
“As a matter of fact, just what I need to slow things down,” she said, swimming away from him, backstroke. He watched her lean curves glistening in the moonlight, as she cut a swathe across the pool. She stopped, clinging to the edge while he waited to see what she’d do next.
Tipping her head back, she wet her hair and then shook it before smoothing it away from her face and smiled that sexy smile at him. God, she looked so fucking hot, those gorgeous eyes of hers, and that red pouty mouth he’d tasted and intended to taste again.
As if reading his mind, she swam to him. Meeting her, he reached out and pulled her to him, their lips meeting as she wrapped her legs around his mid-section. His cock was nestled against her thigh, he was sure she could feel it as they kissed slowly, waiting to see if she resisted as he grabbed her ass firmer.
They floated, bobbing in the water, her hands clinging around his neck, her lacy panties paper thin, her hot crease burning through his boxers. Oh, he longed to slip his fingers inside her beckoning entrance, but he didn’t want to scare her off.
Kissing her, her pussy just inches from his throbbing cock, she reciprocated, running her hands over his shoulder and down his chest, making his balls tighten against the base of his shaft. At this rate, if she went any lower he’d blow his wad. Her delicate fingers and the sweet taste of her mouth almost too much for him to bear. She tightened her thighs around him and he couldn’t help but smile as she wriggled her slit so close to his throbbing erection.
His lips left hers as he nibbled down her neck, sensing her arousal when he reached the crest of her breasts, just at the surface of the water. She murmured as his lips caressed her soft silken skin. He waited to see if she resisted, but when she didn’t he pushed his tongue into the cup of her bra and she moaned, her hands fisting in his hair. She liked this.
The moment his lips touched her nipple, her legs contracted around him. He tasted her sweet buds for the first time, firm and delicious. He licked and suckled as she clawed down his back, her hands finding his waistband as she slipped her hands inside his boxers and grabbed his buttocks. Fuck, he was going to come...her soft murmurs of approval and the way she wriggled her tight little ass against his grip pushed him close to the edge.
Her nipple slipped from his mouth as he met her eyes, the fire in them alarming as she nodded, undoing her bra and throwing it over on the pool deck. Turning his attention to her freed bosoms, hearing the giggle of enjoyment as she lifted her hips over his cock. He dug his fingers into her round ass, almost in her crease. His boxers and her panties were the only barrier between them. Hungrily his mouth explored her neck, then her breasts and her lips. She groaned and rocked her hips across his shaft in response. He could barely take it, curling his head onto her shoulder trying to keep from coming.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, taking his hand and putting it between them, moving her panties aside, allowing him to slip a finger between her tender folds. She shuddered against him, moaning into his shoulder, pulling at his hair, as she arched against his touch, trembling against him. Her lips searched his, keeping her rhythm and then unable to resist, he grunted his release as she quivered against him in the water.
December 4, 2013
Please Welcome Author Desiree Holt!
Friend and fellow erotic author Desiree Holt has two hot books in one and she's here today to talk about them. Leave a comment and follow the tour to up your chances of winning the fabulous gift card she's offering.
Ride a Cowboyby Desiree Holt
BLURB:
Two hot stories in one hot volume
Back In The Saddle
When Molly Hayes' marriage fell apart, she ran home to Hayes Ranch to lick her wounds. What she really wants to lick is foreman Chance McDaniel, the star of all her erotic fantasies. But he had never given her the time of day. Why would he give her his nights?
Kink is a mild term for the kind of sex Chance McDaniel enjoys. But he's learned the hard way not all women can handle his darker desires. He aches to give Molly the ride of her life but fears she'll shy away from his wilder ways.
Will the past become a stumbling block or will both Molly and Chance, once wounded, climb back in the saddle?
Eight Second Ride
Jessie Wade is a tough as nails sheriff until bull rider Kyle Mitchell ends up in her jail. With his bone-melting good looks and seductive voice, he knocks Jessie's defenses down one by one and awakens the sensuous woman she's hidden beneath her uniform. But Jessie can't afford to be soft. Or allow herself to fall for a cowboy who's never in one town longer than it takes to ride a bull.
Kyle never backs down from a challenge, but after a passionate night with Jessie, he realizes there's a hell of a woman behind the handcuffs and badge. Can Kyle convince Jessie he can take her for more than an eight-second ride?
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Excerpt:
Eight Second Ride
Kyle Mitchell wanted to pry his eyes open but someone was pounding a drum inside his head so hard he was afraid to see daylight. Not only that, but whatever he was lying on was harder than a concrete floor and killing his back. He needed aspirin and coffee in large supply. He tried to raise his hands to press them against his aching temples but something jerked his right hand and prevented him from lifting it. Now he opened his eyes. And wished he hadn’t.
Unfortunately this wasn’t the first jail cell he’d been in, but he was pretty sure it was the worst. And he was pretty sure it hadn’t been modernized in the last fifty years. One wall consisted of the usual arrangement of bars with a portion of it hinged for a door. The sleeping arrangement, rather than a crummy cot that would have been a vast improvement, was a flat piece of wood with a mattress on it so thin he was sure he’d be able to see through it. And it was the kind that pulled down from the wall on chains.
And speaking of chain, he yanked at his right hand again and discovered he was handcuffed to one length of chain.
Damn! What the hell had happened? What had he gotten himself into now?
Squinting against the brightness of the light from the ceiling lights he looked down the length of his body.
Boots. Check.
Jeans. Check.
He clapped his left hand over his waist in a sudden panic.
Champion belt buckle! Okay! Check.
Shirt. Check.
He rubbed a hand over his square jaw, feeling the stubble of yesterday’s beard growth. Testing everywhere on his face he discovered his nose was tender but not broken, but the rest of his face felt as if a bull had stomped on it.
Wait. Was that what had happened? The last thing he remembered was lasting the full eight seconds on Sodbuster before landing in the dirt of the rodeo arena. Everything else was a blur.
“Well. It looks like you’re finally awake.”
The voice was pure music, soft, with a faint drawl. Squinting through the bars he thought for a minute his heart was going to stop beating. In the hallway looking in at him was about five-foot-four of the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen. Dark blonde curls tumbled down to her shoulders, framing a lightly tanned face with emerald green eyes peeking out from thick, thick lashes. The stiff fabric of the uniform shirt she wore couldn’t conceal the lush ripeness of her breasts any more than the pants hid her mouthwatering curves.
But what really shook him up was the star gleaming from its place of prominence on her shirt, right over one of those nicely rounded breasts.
Holy hell! This was the sheriff?
He looked at her and something inside turned over. He had an urgent need to see this woman naked in his bed, but not the way he did with the usual women he rolled in the sheets with. Not an eight-second ride and done. No, even in his pitiful condition he could imagine making slow, soul-searing love to her. Everything from his balls to his brain went on instant alert.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month—and sending her readers and reviewers into rhapsodies about her five star storytelling.
How did she become so prolific? She counts innumerable rich experiences in her long life, including years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client who interested her. Many did. Many became genuine characters whom she refashioned as heroes and heroines to live within the pages of her novels.
Her imagination does her proud. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today and numerous other national publications.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)usa
Learn more about her and read her novels here:
www.desireeholt.com
www.desiremeonly.com
www.facebook.com/desireeholtauthor
Twitter @desireeholt
Pinterest: desiree02holt
Also on LinkedIn and Google+
Desiree will be awarding a $50 GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and each host will get their choice of an ebook from the author's backlist.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/11/virtual-book-blast-tour-ride-cowboy-by.html
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Ride a Cowboyby Desiree Holt
BLURB:
Two hot stories in one hot volume
Back In The Saddle
When Molly Hayes' marriage fell apart, she ran home to Hayes Ranch to lick her wounds. What she really wants to lick is foreman Chance McDaniel, the star of all her erotic fantasies. But he had never given her the time of day. Why would he give her his nights?
Kink is a mild term for the kind of sex Chance McDaniel enjoys. But he's learned the hard way not all women can handle his darker desires. He aches to give Molly the ride of her life but fears she'll shy away from his wilder ways.
Will the past become a stumbling block or will both Molly and Chance, once wounded, climb back in the saddle?
Eight Second Ride
Jessie Wade is a tough as nails sheriff until bull rider Kyle Mitchell ends up in her jail. With his bone-melting good looks and seductive voice, he knocks Jessie's defenses down one by one and awakens the sensuous woman she's hidden beneath her uniform. But Jessie can't afford to be soft. Or allow herself to fall for a cowboy who's never in one town longer than it takes to ride a bull.
Kyle never backs down from a challenge, but after a passionate night with Jessie, he realizes there's a hell of a woman behind the handcuffs and badge. Can Kyle convince Jessie he can take her for more than an eight-second ride?
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Excerpt:
Eight Second Ride
Kyle Mitchell wanted to pry his eyes open but someone was pounding a drum inside his head so hard he was afraid to see daylight. Not only that, but whatever he was lying on was harder than a concrete floor and killing his back. He needed aspirin and coffee in large supply. He tried to raise his hands to press them against his aching temples but something jerked his right hand and prevented him from lifting it. Now he opened his eyes. And wished he hadn’t.
Unfortunately this wasn’t the first jail cell he’d been in, but he was pretty sure it was the worst. And he was pretty sure it hadn’t been modernized in the last fifty years. One wall consisted of the usual arrangement of bars with a portion of it hinged for a door. The sleeping arrangement, rather than a crummy cot that would have been a vast improvement, was a flat piece of wood with a mattress on it so thin he was sure he’d be able to see through it. And it was the kind that pulled down from the wall on chains.And speaking of chain, he yanked at his right hand again and discovered he was handcuffed to one length of chain.
Damn! What the hell had happened? What had he gotten himself into now?
Squinting against the brightness of the light from the ceiling lights he looked down the length of his body.
Boots. Check.
Jeans. Check.
He clapped his left hand over his waist in a sudden panic.
Champion belt buckle! Okay! Check.
Shirt. Check.
He rubbed a hand over his square jaw, feeling the stubble of yesterday’s beard growth. Testing everywhere on his face he discovered his nose was tender but not broken, but the rest of his face felt as if a bull had stomped on it.
Wait. Was that what had happened? The last thing he remembered was lasting the full eight seconds on Sodbuster before landing in the dirt of the rodeo arena. Everything else was a blur.
“Well. It looks like you’re finally awake.”
The voice was pure music, soft, with a faint drawl. Squinting through the bars he thought for a minute his heart was going to stop beating. In the hallway looking in at him was about five-foot-four of the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen. Dark blonde curls tumbled down to her shoulders, framing a lightly tanned face with emerald green eyes peeking out from thick, thick lashes. The stiff fabric of the uniform shirt she wore couldn’t conceal the lush ripeness of her breasts any more than the pants hid her mouthwatering curves.
But what really shook him up was the star gleaming from its place of prominence on her shirt, right over one of those nicely rounded breasts.
Holy hell! This was the sheriff?
He looked at her and something inside turned over. He had an urgent need to see this woman naked in his bed, but not the way he did with the usual women he rolled in the sheets with. Not an eight-second ride and done. No, even in his pitiful condition he could imagine making slow, soul-searing love to her. Everything from his balls to his brain went on instant alert.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month—and sending her readers and reviewers into rhapsodies about her five star storytelling.
How did she become so prolific? She counts innumerable rich experiences in her long life, including years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client who interested her. Many did. Many became genuine characters whom she refashioned as heroes and heroines to live within the pages of her novels.Her imagination does her proud. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today and numerous other national publications.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)usa
Learn more about her and read her novels here:
www.desireeholt.com
www.desiremeonly.com
www.facebook.com/desireeholtauthor
Twitter @desireeholt
Pinterest: desiree02holt
Also on LinkedIn and Google+
Desiree will be awarding a $50 GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and each host will get their choice of an ebook from the author's backlist.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/11/virtual-book-blast-tour-ride-cowboy-by.html
December 3, 2013
Look Who's Here Today!
Hey everyone, look who's here! Cristin has a hot new book out and she's offering up some cool prizes. So please welcome her, and leave a comment, otherwise you won't have a chance to win.
Winter’s Heatby Cristin Harber
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BLURB:
After putting her life on the line to protect classified intelligence, military psychologist Mia Kensington is on a cross-country road trip from hell with an intrusive save-the-day hero. Uninterested in his white knight act, she’d rather take her chances without the ruggedly handsome, cold-blooded operative who boasts an alpha complex and too many guns.
Colby Winters, an elite member of The Titan Group, has a single objective on his black ops mission: recover a document important to national security. It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out operation. But now, by any means necessary becomes a survival mantra when he faces off with a stunning woman he can’t leave behind.
When Titan’s safe houses are compromised, Colby stashes Mia at his home, exposing his secret—he’s the adoptive father of an orphaned baby girl. Too soon, danger arrives and Mia lands in the hands of a sadistic cartel king with a taste for torture. As hours bleed into fear-drenched days, Colby races across the globe and through a firestorm of bullets to save the woman he can’t live without.
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Excerpt: First Kiss Between Colby Winters and Mia Kensington. They’re in a truck, driving down a deserted highway after a gunfight.
She smelled like vanilla and sugar, even after the hell she’d been through that day. Her soft hair brushed up against his bare bicep. Unsettled need prickled down his neck. His throat tightened, and fire ran to his groin.
“Mia…” Distraction and anticipation stole words from his lips.
His heart pounded loud in his chest, fighting for his attention. With each flutter of her eyelashes and innocent movement against his skin, his tension spiked. It was shocking. He was on the job. There was no time for distraction. Losing control was unheard of. Unacceptable.
His arm was cemented around her shoulder, and it wasn’t moving. He stared as the broken white lines on the highway passed in quick revolutions, one right after another. The hum of the truck’s engine poked at his concentration.
He needed to get out of this truck. He needed cool, fresh air to cover him. Right now. Deep, mind-clearing breaths were in order as soon as possible. Anything to get his disciplined mind back to what it did best—analyze, act, accomplish.
Winters made a sharp exit off the highway onto an unlit ramp. He jammed on the brakes. Gravel spit from under the truck. The back end skidded and fishtailed before it came to a stop. His heart thumped. His throat tightened. The faint scent of burned rubber filtered into the pickup cab.
Oh, what the hell. No way was he getting out of this truck.
As fast as he pulled off the road, he brought her close to his face, and without even a second to hover over her, he crushed his lips onto hers. Her tense mouth gasped a breath, then melted. The hot caress of her tongue sent explosions from his chest to the palms of his hands. The pounding in his heart didn’t get any better. It only pushed his racing pulse faster, making it gallop wild, as intoxicating rockets flamed inside him.
Insanity. She was delicious insanity.
In between breathless pants, wicked want fired. Her lips were full. Her kiss was better than he expected, and hell, he expected a whole lot. She stoked him faster than he could ever remember. A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.
He knotted a hand in her hair, held her to him, and devoured her. The press of her silken flesh made him hunger for more. His breathing deteriorated into a desperate rasp of torture. With each inhalation, he smelled, tasted, and consumed feminine beauty. This angel was a vixen in disguise, and God help him, he wanted her.
Her small hands wrapped into his T-shirt, then she stroked his stomach, flexing her fingertips against the fabric and straining against him. He dropped his lips to her neck, and she moaned. That perfect purr fanned his desperation. Her goose bumps flashed under his tongue’s caress, and she shuddered with each whipping kiss.
She tasted of sweat and tear gas, of soft woman, and carnal ambition. There wasn’t a timid thing about Mia. Who was he to assume what she wanted? To think she needed soothing and caring? It seemed all she needed was him. Hard. Tough. Possessive.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Cristin HarberRomantic Suspense Author: Higher Stakes. Hotter Action.
Bio:
MOM. WIFE. AUTHOR. Lover of all things sexy and happily ever after.
I live outside Washington, DC with my family: my husband (who doesn’t mind my collection of book boyfriends), an independent toddler, and an English bulldog named Britta who loves to be a conversation piece. Oh, we have a baby on the way—arriving about the same time as WINTERS HEAT debuts!
I love southern food, listen to country music, am always too hot or too cold, and spend hours reading and writing. I cheer on my University of Louisville Cardinals-GO CARDS! When I’m not pregnant (or nursing), I like a little bourbon or sweet wine. Pregnant or not, I love a lot of chocolate.
I can’t save the world, so instead, I write about those that do. There’s a special place in my heart for those who keep us safe. My Titan series debuts this fall with five titles available in 2013: WINTERS HEAT, GARRISON’S CREED, WESTIN’S CHASE, CHASED, and GAMBLED.
Links:NEWSLETTER signup for series info: http://bit.ly/11aWFzMGOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/list... http://cristinharber.comFACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/cristinharbe... https://twitter.com/CristinHarber
Amazon: http://amzn.to/18mlNVe
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1ful6Rf
iTunes: http://bit.ly/19KIAdD
B&N: http://bit.ly/16Jaogh
All Romance: http://bit.ly/155v3On
Cristin will be awarding a $25 GC to Victoria’s Secret, and gifted e-copies of the five titles in the series (starting w/ Winters Heat. Three novels and two novellas) to one randomly drawn commenter during this tour AND the Virtual Super Book Blast tour.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/09/virtual-blurb-blitz-winters-heat-by.html
Winter’s Heatby Cristin Harber
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
After putting her life on the line to protect classified intelligence, military psychologist Mia Kensington is on a cross-country road trip from hell with an intrusive save-the-day hero. Uninterested in his white knight act, she’d rather take her chances without the ruggedly handsome, cold-blooded operative who boasts an alpha complex and too many guns.
Colby Winters, an elite member of The Titan Group, has a single objective on his black ops mission: recover a document important to national security. It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out operation. But now, by any means necessary becomes a survival mantra when he faces off with a stunning woman he can’t leave behind.
When Titan’s safe houses are compromised, Colby stashes Mia at his home, exposing his secret—he’s the adoptive father of an orphaned baby girl. Too soon, danger arrives and Mia lands in the hands of a sadistic cartel king with a taste for torture. As hours bleed into fear-drenched days, Colby races across the globe and through a firestorm of bullets to save the woman he can’t live without.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excerpt: First Kiss Between Colby Winters and Mia Kensington. They’re in a truck, driving down a deserted highway after a gunfight.
She smelled like vanilla and sugar, even after the hell she’d been through that day. Her soft hair brushed up against his bare bicep. Unsettled need prickled down his neck. His throat tightened, and fire ran to his groin.
“Mia…” Distraction and anticipation stole words from his lips.
His heart pounded loud in his chest, fighting for his attention. With each flutter of her eyelashes and innocent movement against his skin, his tension spiked. It was shocking. He was on the job. There was no time for distraction. Losing control was unheard of. Unacceptable.
His arm was cemented around her shoulder, and it wasn’t moving. He stared as the broken white lines on the highway passed in quick revolutions, one right after another. The hum of the truck’s engine poked at his concentration.
He needed to get out of this truck. He needed cool, fresh air to cover him. Right now. Deep, mind-clearing breaths were in order as soon as possible. Anything to get his disciplined mind back to what it did best—analyze, act, accomplish.
Winters made a sharp exit off the highway onto an unlit ramp. He jammed on the brakes. Gravel spit from under the truck. The back end skidded and fishtailed before it came to a stop. His heart thumped. His throat tightened. The faint scent of burned rubber filtered into the pickup cab.
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Oh, what the hell. No way was he getting out of this truck.As fast as he pulled off the road, he brought her close to his face, and without even a second to hover over her, he crushed his lips onto hers. Her tense mouth gasped a breath, then melted. The hot caress of her tongue sent explosions from his chest to the palms of his hands. The pounding in his heart didn’t get any better. It only pushed his racing pulse faster, making it gallop wild, as intoxicating rockets flamed inside him.
Insanity. She was delicious insanity.
In between breathless pants, wicked want fired. Her lips were full. Her kiss was better than he expected, and hell, he expected a whole lot. She stoked him faster than he could ever remember. A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.
He knotted a hand in her hair, held her to him, and devoured her. The press of her silken flesh made him hunger for more. His breathing deteriorated into a desperate rasp of torture. With each inhalation, he smelled, tasted, and consumed feminine beauty. This angel was a vixen in disguise, and God help him, he wanted her.
Her small hands wrapped into his T-shirt, then she stroked his stomach, flexing her fingertips against the fabric and straining against him. He dropped his lips to her neck, and she moaned. That perfect purr fanned his desperation. Her goose bumps flashed under his tongue’s caress, and she shuddered with each whipping kiss.
She tasted of sweat and tear gas, of soft woman, and carnal ambition. There wasn’t a timid thing about Mia. Who was he to assume what she wanted? To think she needed soothing and caring? It seemed all she needed was him. Hard. Tough. Possessive.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Cristin HarberRomantic Suspense Author: Higher Stakes. Hotter Action.
Bio:
MOM. WIFE. AUTHOR. Lover of all things sexy and happily ever after.
I live outside Washington, DC with my family: my husband (who doesn’t mind my collection of book boyfriends), an independent toddler, and an English bulldog named Britta who loves to be a conversation piece. Oh, we have a baby on the way—arriving about the same time as WINTERS HEAT debuts!I love southern food, listen to country music, am always too hot or too cold, and spend hours reading and writing. I cheer on my University of Louisville Cardinals-GO CARDS! When I’m not pregnant (or nursing), I like a little bourbon or sweet wine. Pregnant or not, I love a lot of chocolate.
I can’t save the world, so instead, I write about those that do. There’s a special place in my heart for those who keep us safe. My Titan series debuts this fall with five titles available in 2013: WINTERS HEAT, GARRISON’S CREED, WESTIN’S CHASE, CHASED, and GAMBLED.
Links:NEWSLETTER signup for series info: http://bit.ly/11aWFzMGOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/list... http://cristinharber.comFACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/cristinharbe... https://twitter.com/CristinHarber
Amazon: http://amzn.to/18mlNVe
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1ful6Rf
iTunes: http://bit.ly/19KIAdD
B&N: http://bit.ly/16Jaogh
All Romance: http://bit.ly/155v3On
Cristin will be awarding a $25 GC to Victoria’s Secret, and gifted e-copies of the five titles in the series (starting w/ Winters Heat. Three novels and two novellas) to one randomly drawn commenter during this tour AND the Virtual Super Book Blast tour.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/09/virtual-blurb-blitz-winters-heat-by.html
December 1, 2013
Claimed in Canada Dec 2nd Post
Claimed in Canada by Christine EdwardsDescription:
When Violet London travels to the Canadian Yukon on a research grant, she can’t imagine greater excitement than the chance to study wolves firsthand. Yet more thrilling than any wolf is Luke Benoit, a handsome French Canadian Logger whose brute desire to dominate both tempts and frightens her. Unnerved by her craving to submit to primal passion, Violet is drawn to another man, Damon Holden. Damon is a gorgeous surgeon with everything a girl could want—money, education, and sophistication. Violet must choose between the man who saved her life during an attack by the very creatures she is sworn to protect and the man who offers her the comfort of financial security and solid social standing.
Damon is the safe choice, or is he?
Review:
My Review of Claimed in Canada by Christine Edwards
Location: Canada
Main characters: Violet, a researcher working on a grant to study wolves, Luke, a French Canadian logger, and Damon, a handsome, sophisticated doctor
Main goal: Violet making up her mind which man she wants
Main conflict: Luke and Damon hate each other, and they both want Violet
Average Goodreads rating: 4.27
Average Amazon rating: 5
Reviewers final comment: I LOVED THIS!
What a sexy adventure, in and out of bed! You can almost call this a love triangle, though the heroine, thank God, only sleeps with one man. As both men are total opposites, she had a hard time making up her mind if she was going to stick with Luke, the hunky alpha logger, or Damon, the polished alpha doctor. There's an undercurrent of mystery, and suspense through-out the story, and an unsolved disappearance of a woman connected to both Luke and Damon. They have history together, but let's just say, it's not a good one.
Both men want Violet, and while the doctor woos her with suave moves, patience and charm, Luke is all action, baby! She succumbs to his domineering nature, and expertise in cranking up her libido (I did, too, but in my mind). The sex between these two is scorching! I think at one point I actually had heart palpitations. My only gripe with this story is that Violet goes back and forth between the two men, and seems to want the man she's with at the moment, to the point you begin to feel frustrated, but don't worry. It all turns out good.
This is a well-written, sexy story and I couldn't put it down. I only stopped reading it when it was time to watch my grandchildren. I had like, three chapters to go and it killed me to have to stop. I would have read it straight through in one sitting. Christine Edwards is a new author to me and I'm looking forward to reading more of her books.
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About the Author:
Erotic Romance Author Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor's degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. She continues to publish stories that immerse readers in exotic and realistic geographic settings amid interesting subcultures of adult life.
Within the vein of BDSM romance, her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC.
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November 30, 2013
Goodreads review for The Mating Ritual
(4 stars) Jess says...Cute idea of Bigfoot evolved. Very sexy story with lots of mating. I recommend giving this short read a try.
Home for the Holidays Blog Hop Winners!
Just wanted to make sure if you took part in this particular hop that you know who the winners for the 2 grand prizes were. I just found out myself as I was waiting for a response from the hop sponsor. Finally found the answer on her blog under a link at the side:)
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