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October 9, 2012
Blog Tour – Day One!
Join me over at Hanging with Bells for the start of my Blog Tour! Just in time for Halloween. Read excerpts about my Lost Souls series!
http://hangingwithbells.blogspot.com/2012/10/lost-souls-blog-tour-laurel-odonnell.html
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
October 7, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #37 of 2012
It’s Inspirational Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “There is something haunting in the light of the moon.” – Joseph Conrad
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
October 6, 2012
A Knight of Honor Hits the Kobo Charts
A Knight of Honor hits the charts on KoboWe’re happy to announce that A Knight of Honor is number 5 on the Kobo New and Hot Indie Reads list!
Thanks everyone!
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
October 4, 2012
First Kiss Friday – Shades of Crimson by Cynthia Melton
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Cynthia Melton, author of romantic suspense Shades of Crimson. Welcome Cynthia! Here’s the first kiss between Drew and Linn.
“Then pretend we’re an item.” Her stomach dropped. What if he refused? What if the thought of people thinking they dated offended him? Her face heated. Could she pretend? The man oozed sex appeal that even she couldn’t deny. He spelled trouble from the toes of his scuffed cowboy boots to the top of his dark curly head.
“Wouldn’t work.” Drew leaned toward her, and she pulled back.
“Why not?”
He cupped a hand to her cheek.
She flinched.
“Because you can’t bear for me to touch you.” Drew unclasped his seatbelt and swung open his door. He gave her a wink. “Come on. We’ve got a lady to try and save.”
It wasn’t because he repulsed her. Definitely not that. The opposite, in fact. Men made her uncomfortable, and the feelings of insecurity deepened after her attack. Steve was the only one she relaxed around.
There was no relaxing around Drew. He awakened long buried desires. Wants she thought were extinct. Could she let a man touch her in love? She had never tried. Not after that night. What if she couldn’t? What if a man’s touch sickened her and sent her screaming? Maybe Special Agent Andrew Wayne was the perfect man to try with.
Drew poked his head in the door. “Are you coming?”
She nodded. Her gaze locked with his, and he smiled. Faint wrinkles radiated from the corners of his midnight blue eyes. She took one long step forward, flung her arms around his neck, and plastered herself against him, taking his lips captive.
The feel of them was everything she imagined. Strong, yet soft. Linn closed her eyes, just for a second, stifling the moan rising in her throat. When she opened them again, his gaze grabbed hold, and she knew she was in danger of drowning.
His eyes widened, and his body stiffened, then his arms wrapped around her and tightened. He returned her furious kisses with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes and sent heat to places starved for a man’s attention.
Breathless, she stepped back, straightening her shoulders. “How’s that for not being able to stand someone’s touch?” She whirled and stalked toward the house, her fingers on her lips.
“Pretty good.”
Catcalls and wolf whistles followed her as the other officers clapped and hooted. Linn flushed. So much for her hands off image.
Madden and Steve exited the house.
“Looks like the Ice Queen is melting.” Madden laughed.
Linn’s gaze slid over Steve’s hurt face, avoiding his eyes. “It’s all an act. We’re trying to draw out The Photographer.”
“Can I get in on it?” The captain clapped a big hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure there’ll be a line.”
She twisted away from him. “Cut it out. That’s harassment, and you know it.” Not to mention how much the remarks hurt, especially since men did try lining up after one of her dances. They couldn’t grasp the concept that she danced, collected her pay, and went home alone. She shuddered, and forced the mental picture away.
“Sweetheart, wait up.” Drew loped toward them, Linn’s investigative case clutched in his hand. “You forgot this. Must have been the power of my kiss driving everything else from your mind.” He winked at Madden. “I still got the magnetism.”
Madden laughed. “Linn’s inexperienced. She doesn’t know any better.”
“I said stop it.” She grabbed her case. “Don’t we have work to do?” The men’s laughter followed her into the house. Humiliation filled her, and she dropped her case to put her hands on her hot cheeks. What was she thinking? Right there in front of practically the entire police force.
She lowered her hands and clenched her fists at her sides. How dare he laugh at her? She knew her kiss had knocked his socks off. And the way he’d retaliated, well…
Fingernails digging into her palms despite the soreness around her stitches, she swept her gaze around the small room. If The Photographer was the man who’d taken Amber, she’d let him into the house.
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
October 1, 2012
Angel’s Assassin wins Best First Chapter and Best Cover!
You heard right! Angel’s Assassin won Best First Chapter and Best Cover! Take a look – http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/10/best-of-august-2012.html
Thanks to everyone who voted!
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
September 30, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #36 of 2012
It’s Inspirational Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.” – Voltaire
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
September 29, 2012
Interview and Prize!
Please stop by Cynthia Woolf’s Blog and read a little about me. If you post a comment, you have a chance to win a free ebook!
http://cynthiawoolf.com/blog/an-interview-with-laurel-odonnell/
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
September 27, 2012
First Kiss Friday – Forbidden Love by Terry Spear
Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Terry Spear, author of paranormal romance Forbidden Love. Welcome Terry! Here’s the first kiss between Alena and Sutton.
Warming the huntress would take a hell of a lot of work. To have Elizabeth back was worth every bit of the effort though. Kissing her cheek, he hoped to work his way to her lips without getting a blade between his ribs.
“Sutton.” Her tone was meant to dissuade, but she didn’t push him away. Just one little shove, or any inkling she wanted to pull away from him would suffice to discourage him for the moment.
The League tempered her actions. If she didn’t have them watching her every move, she’d want him, too.
“You’re safe with me, lass. I’ve never invited the others in. I don’t have bashes, nor do I frequent them.” He trailed kisses tenderly down to the corner of her mouth, her heart beating wildly against his chest. Was she afraid of him, or fearful of her own desires for him?
Again, he was torn between returning for his beloved Elizabeth in the past or showing Alena how much he’d love her, if only she’d love him in return. The closer he got to her, the more unsure he was of his feelings and his plans.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered against his mouth, the sweet brandy still flavoring her lips.
He swept his lips over hers, teasing hers, not pressuring, just begging for her participation. Her mouth parted slightly and followed his. This time she didn’t discourage him with words. To his surprise and with joy tugging at his heart, she pressed her lips against his, softly at first, her fingers touching his waist with a fairy-light touch.
Elizabeth’s name rose in his throat, but he dissolved the word before it slipped from his lips. “Alena,” he moaned, tears forming in his eyes.
She paused, her gaze catching his distress. As if she’d decided to ditch her cautious side, she deepened her kiss, like a volcano slowly building up steam. Her warm, wet tongue tasting like peach brandy licked against his mouth. He fought transporting her directly to his bed. She was a huntress in a time when the rules were not the same, he had to remind himself. Gradually, he had to gain her confidence.
Her fingers tightened on his waist, and he quirked a brow. Hmm, Alena. Deep within, she was Elizabeth all over again, only more cautious, more concerned about the consequences of her actions. If he could only snag her heart, show her how much they had meant to each other, catch her for good like the siren had caught him…
He shifted his hands down her back, all the way to the tip of her spine, and pressed gently. Desiring to show her how much she’d aroused him with her simple, loving gestures, he went farther than he feared proved safe. Containing the sexual craving and the bloodlust that threatened to control him…
He took a deep breath, attempting to stabilize his sanity. His canines itched to extend, not in the way they did when he was angered and desired to end the life of a fiend, but lustfully, to join with her in the ultimate sexual feast.
To his heartfelt relief, she didn’t pull away. She licked his lips and smiled when he raised his brows. “Alena.”
He hadn’t meant for her name to slip out as if he thought she was being too naughty, but when she grinned, he took her reaction to be his good fortune.
He conquered her mouth, possessively as if she’d already given herself to him. In his heart, he knew it to be so.
She kissed him back just as surely, her tongue tangling with his in an erotic dance, her lips giving as much of a passionate kiss as they received. When he and she were nearly out of breath, she rested her face against his chest, but shook her head.
“I’m sorry.” Her words seemed heartfelt and threatened to undo him.
“Don’t be, Alena. You wanted the kiss as much as I did. We did nothing wrong.”
She looked up at him, her eyes searching for the truth. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Sutton. I’m losing my faith in the…” She took a deep breath, but didn’t finish speaking.
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
September 24, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #35 of 2012
It’s Inspirational Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” – E. E. Cummings
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
September 16, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #34 of 2012
It’s Inspiraitonal Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “Cultivate an attitude of happiness. Cultivate a spirit of optimism. Walk with faith, rejoicing in the beauties of nature, in the goodness of those you love, in the testimony which you carry in your heart concerning things divine.” – Gordon B. Hinckley
Laurel O'Donnell - Author - Medieval Romance Novels, Paranormal Romance Novels and Urban Fantasy
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