Cerise DeLand's Blog, page 72

What has reading romances taught our sons and daughters?

What have we taught our children about love and romance simply by having the books in the house?
I have a few thoughts on this and tomorrow (Monday) I post on http://www.saucyandsinfulreviews.com to show you how these discussions happened in our house!Come over and read our family dialogue!

Lingerie! Oo, la la!

For a wonderful afternoon of gazing at divine lingerie on the internet, please do go to one of my favorite blogs of a store here in the States in Seattle. What is it? Belle Fleur. Go to http://bellefleurlingerie.blogspot.com and do subscribe for constant fun and great products.Do also go to www.aubade.com and click through EVERY little tab. You will inspired with the delicious French offerings, fun to learn about this house established in 1875! Happy viewing, buying and wearing.There is nothing better than well-fitting, well-made luxurious lingerie!Come back and tell us what you bought!

HARD LOVIN'...don't you need some? Desiree Holt delivers!

Once again, my buddy Desiree Holt has a scrumptious one out on the "stands!"Come read and buy over at EC!Is not that cover slurpilicious?I know. I know.Summary: Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can't get enough of each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights, she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they're back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?AND NOW YOU NEED A NIBBLE, RIGHT?(Copyright 2011, Desiree Holt)

Erin Braddock slipped into the dark bar through the back door, squinted against the darkness and found her way to a tiny booth in the corner. The area was so small a second person would be hard pressed to find room in the space but that suited her just fine. She hadn't come here looking for company. Unless it was the cowboy up on the postage-stamp-sized stage, alone in the spotlight with his guitar and his smoky voice. Ebony black hair curled down to the nape of his neck and a work shirt and worn jeans clung to his lean body like a second skin. The muscles in his arm flexed as he picked at the strings of the guitar, coaxing a tune from it.

The lights were dim in the smoky club, a sea of black with only himself in the searing white glow of the spotlight. The air was heavy with expectation as he strummed the melody of a love song that whipped its sound over the crowd only to slow like the stroke of a lover's caress.

You are so out of your mind for doing this.

So what else was new?

She'd just had to get out of the house. Away from the ranch. Away from…everyone.

Away from the houseful of people all gathered to celebrate a wedding tomorrow.

Hers.

A wedding she didn't want.

The memories of the nightmare with Cal hadn't yet faded and her father, the far-too-wealthy Rance Braddock was, if nothing else, like a tidal wave that swallowed people up. He was suffocating her with his protective kindness. And then there was T.J. Elliott, her father's choice for a "safe" and well-connected husband. A way to guarantee her future. No danger there.

Not like Cal, the worst mistake she'd ever made. And she'd wanted safe. Needed it. Her father and T.J. treated her like some child too fragile to be let out on her own. Well, maybe she was. Look what she'd gotten herself into. And didn't want to get out of, until she'd had no other choice. Now, at thirty, she suddenly didn't seem to be able to put one foot in front of the other anymore.

Until now.

The bad part about being rescued from a situation like the one she'd been in was people were afraid to take their eyes off you. She didn't even seem to have the strength to tell them they could look away. She went along to get along, letting herself be swept up in a courtship she didn't want and a wedding suddenly bearing down on her like a tornado.

She'd come to the bar a few nights ago with her girlfriends who had practically dragged her out of the house.

"Have fun," her father said.

"You'll be fine with the girls," T.J. told her. He'd kissed her on the cheek and teased, "Last night out before becoming Mrs. Elliott."

She was safe with her friends. Girl's night out was okay. Both her father and T.J. had relaxed.

But her friend Lili had whispered in her ear, "Wait until you see Grady Sinclair. He's hot, hot, hot. And his music!" Lili rolled her eyes. "Just listening to him makes your pussy get wet and your nipples poke like diamonds."

Erin had shivered, skeptical but hopeful. She didn't think she'd ever have that reaction again. Or want it. The best thing about T.J. was he was nonthreatening. She could always fake orgasms. She'd become a very good actress living with Cal.

So she'd let them coax her out and come to Smoky's with them and damn but Lili was right. Wrapped in the almost mystical cloak of the music that drifted to her from the stage she'd felt stirrings that she'd thought long dead. Responses she didn't think she was capable of anymore. And then she'd come back with them. Again and again, to hear the troubadour with eyes an incredible blue and a rugged face, drawn by the clear, mesmerizing notes of his songs and the sadness in his voice.

TWO TOUGH HOMBRES gets Golden Words from Miz LOVE!

Over at http://mizlovelovesbooks.blogspot.com, they love TWO TOUGH HOMBRES. Here are the words that thrill me:

I was touched by the depth of maleness that is Rico. He's so…pwoar! So…MAN!

And the phrases the reviewer likes:

…when she was the pretty little blonde nerd who sang country and western with the soul of a wronged woman.

…dense as starless midnight…

Her heart seemed to beat even more quickly than his engine.

"…I'll damn well brand you with it!"

She blessed his mouth with her admission.

And her summary:

"If you like a book where the hero is alpha, knows what he wants and goes all out to get it, plus the heroine getting what she's always longed for when he takes more control than he has previously, then Two Tough Hombres is definitely for you. Rico leaps off the page and squirms into your heart, and the things he does and says have you squirming in other ways too!"

THANKS MIZ LOVE!!!!

TWO TOUGH HOMBRES gets Golden Words from Miz LOVE!

Over at http://mizlovelovesbooks.blogspot.com, they love TWO TOUGH HOMBRES. Here are the words that thrill me:

I was touched by the depth of maleness that is Rico. He's so…pwoar! So…MAN!

And the phrases the reviewer likes:

…when she was the pretty little blonde nerd who sang country and western with the soul of a wronged woman.

…dense as starless midnight…

Her heart seemed to beat even more quickly than his engine.

"…I'll damn well brand you with it!"

She blessed his mouth with her admission.

And her summary:

"If you like a book where the hero is alpha, knows what he wants and goes all out to get it, plus the heroine getting what she's always longed for when he takes more control than he has previously, then Two Tough Hombres is definitely for you. Rico leaps off the page and squirms into your heart, and the things he does and says have you squirming in other ways too!"

THANKS MIZ LOVE!!!!