Brita Addams's Blog, page 14
May 29, 2011
An Unexpected Contract
Another series is finished. Free Me, my first contemporary m/m, comes out on June 5th. Its sequel, In His Arms, is finished. I polished it up, added lots of new words and said a farewell to the characters, Bryan and Phil. Then I put it's best clothes on and shipped it off the Amber Allure this morning.
To my surprise and great pleasure, I received an acceptance from Trace Edward Zaber ten minutes later. He said the contract would be in the mail, along with a contract for the paperback, when he combines the two books. The title for the one author anthology is Freedom In This Arms.
The two books tell the story of Phil Sanderson and Bryan Newcastle and their search for a sexual Dom/sub relationship and, of course, love.
Free Me will be out at Amber Allure on June 5; In His Arms on August 7 and the paperback, Freedom In His Arms, in mid-September. I'm excited about being an Amber Quill author.
Here's a blurb from Free Me:
Dr. Bryan Newcastle needs a respite from the grinding responsibilities of his medical practice. He's looking for someone to free his mind and body, to take him to the sexual heights his ex-lover had stifled.
On an impulse, Bryan plunks down his credit card, and commits himself to a gay, BDSM cruise that he hopes will be the answer to all his prayers. Bryan meets Phil Sanderson, a sexual dom looking for a vacation sub.
With a key card slid across the lunch table, Bryan is plunged into Phil's decadent world, where sexual submission is only the beginning of what Phil wishes to show Bryan.
Phil brings his sub to new heights, but seven days isn't enough. Will Bryan and Phil be able to return to their former lives or has Phil just started Bryan's journey to sexual freedom?
This coming week will be busy, with two releases - Free Me and The Rogue's Salvation on June 6th from Noble Romance. Yes, I love being an author.
Till next time, Luv, Brita
To my surprise and great pleasure, I received an acceptance from Trace Edward Zaber ten minutes later. He said the contract would be in the mail, along with a contract for the paperback, when he combines the two books. The title for the one author anthology is Freedom In This Arms.
The two books tell the story of Phil Sanderson and Bryan Newcastle and their search for a sexual Dom/sub relationship and, of course, love.
Free Me will be out at Amber Allure on June 5; In His Arms on August 7 and the paperback, Freedom In His Arms, in mid-September. I'm excited about being an Amber Quill author.
Here's a blurb from Free Me:
Dr. Bryan Newcastle needs a respite from the grinding responsibilities of his medical practice. He's looking for someone to free his mind and body, to take him to the sexual heights his ex-lover had stifled.
On an impulse, Bryan plunks down his credit card, and commits himself to a gay, BDSM cruise that he hopes will be the answer to all his prayers. Bryan meets Phil Sanderson, a sexual dom looking for a vacation sub.With a key card slid across the lunch table, Bryan is plunged into Phil's decadent world, where sexual submission is only the beginning of what Phil wishes to show Bryan.
Phil brings his sub to new heights, but seven days isn't enough. Will Bryan and Phil be able to return to their former lives or has Phil just started Bryan's journey to sexual freedom?
This coming week will be busy, with two releases - Free Me and The Rogue's Salvation on June 6th from Noble Romance. Yes, I love being an author.
Till next time, Luv, Brita
May 17, 2011
You have to love new covers
With a feeling of relief, I've finished two first round edits in two days and was rewarded for my diligence with a brand new cover for my Historical Regency, June 6th release, The Rogue's Salvation. Thought I'd share. Fiona Jayne, Noble Romance's cover artist, did a brilliant job of capturing the essence of the book.
Here's the blurb:
Thomasine Littlebury is a spoiled, young girl, until the death of someone close pitches her headlong into adulthood. As she struggles to manage her life with little money and less social prestige, she's struck down, leaving her scarred, alone and in the hands of a handsome man with a huge secret.
Myles Cunningham is a rogue of the first water, who answers every call to pleasure and decadence without a second thought. During one such foray, the fates conspire to throw Myles and Thomasine together, in a most unfortunate way.
Acting as the Good Samaritan, Myles sees to the young woman's recovery and finds himself attracted to her strength and beauty.
As their relationship progresses, circumstances conspire to force them to marry to preserve Thomasine's honor. He fears the discovery of his secret might destroy their fragile rapport, yet he desperately needs Thomasine, for he's convinced she, above all others, is the rogue's salvation.
June's a busy month for book releases. On June 5th, my first contemporary, Free Me, will be released by Amber Allure. I'm really excited about this one. Bryan and Phil are among my favorite characters. this book is only the beginning of their story.
Here's the blurb:
Dr. Bryan Newcastle needs a respite from the grinding responsibilities of his medical practice. He's looking for someone to free his mind and body, to take him to the sexual heights his ex-lover had stifled.
On an impulse, Bryan plunks down his credit card, and commits himself to a gay, BDSM cruise that he hopes will be the answer to all his prayers.
Bryan meets Phil Sanderson, a sexual dom looking for a vacation sub. With a key card slid across the lunch table, Bryan is plunged into Phil's decadent world, where sexual submission is only the beginning of what Phil wishes to show Bryan.
Phil brings his sub to new heights, but seven days isn't enough. Will Bryan and Phil be able to return to their former lives or has Phil just started Bryan's journey to sexual freedom?
When come out, I hope you'll let me know what you think.
Till next time, Luv, Brita
May 15, 2011
Friendship
Friendship is an extraordinary thing, something I've never taken lightly. I've still got many friends from the folks I graduated from high school with. Folks I met while a military wife are still among those I count as friends, and more recently, my many author and reader friends, who I treasure in my day to day current life.
The elements of friendship are complicated, but the most important to me is a mutual respect for one another. I've never been judgmental and that certainly is an important element. It's difficult to be a friend if one is constant picking apart their friend's personality. Unconditional friendship, as in love, is the only way I befriend or love someone.
Life is too short for me to place stipulations on my relationships with people. We all have acquaintances, those people we know because we work with, go to church with, or know from the PTA. Then we have those people who we'd stand shoulder to shoulder during hardship. We'd go the extra mile for those folks, sacrifice time, effort and even money, to see those friends through the tough times, and rejoice with them during the happiest times of their lives.
I'm blessed with some wonderful people in my life. They are the ones who know me, know my heart, my moods and my capabilities. They are the people I stand shoulder to shoulder with daily, and who stand with me. They make it possible for me to write the stories I love, while the running of the household stirs around me.
I love my family and my friends. How often do we really ever sit and think about the people who play such a vital role in our lives? We should do it more often.
What does friendship mean to you?
Till next time, Luv, Brita
The elements of friendship are complicated, but the most important to me is a mutual respect for one another. I've never been judgmental and that certainly is an important element. It's difficult to be a friend if one is constant picking apart their friend's personality. Unconditional friendship, as in love, is the only way I befriend or love someone.
Life is too short for me to place stipulations on my relationships with people. We all have acquaintances, those people we know because we work with, go to church with, or know from the PTA. Then we have those people who we'd stand shoulder to shoulder during hardship. We'd go the extra mile for those folks, sacrifice time, effort and even money, to see those friends through the tough times, and rejoice with them during the happiest times of their lives.
I'm blessed with some wonderful people in my life. They are the ones who know me, know my heart, my moods and my capabilities. They are the people I stand shoulder to shoulder with daily, and who stand with me. They make it possible for me to write the stories I love, while the running of the household stirs around me.
I love my family and my friends. How often do we really ever sit and think about the people who play such a vital role in our lives? We should do it more often.
What does friendship mean to you?
Till next time, Luv, Brita
May 8, 2011
Happy Mother's Day
Happy Mother's Day! I hope you're enjoying time with your families. I am, or at least part of my family, and plan to take the afternoon to bask in the glow of the spirit of the day.
My children have all been in touch, even my youngest, from the other room, and I feel quite loved today.
It's also a day to reflect, as many are when it means family celebration. I no longer have my mother here with me, and on days like today, or her birthday or Christmas, her favorite holiday, I think of her and miss her terribly.
All is well, and quite personal today. I'm reminded of how blessed I am to have my family, and what they mean to me. I'm also very good to each and every one of them. Always remember, your children are the ones who chose your nursing home. LOL
Happy Mother's Day to all you Moms out there. Hope your toast wasn't too burned this morning.
Hugs and Luv
Brita
My children have all been in touch, even my youngest, from the other room, and I feel quite loved today.
It's also a day to reflect, as many are when it means family celebration. I no longer have my mother here with me, and on days like today, or her birthday or Christmas, her favorite holiday, I think of her and miss her terribly.
All is well, and quite personal today. I'm reminded of how blessed I am to have my family, and what they mean to me. I'm also very good to each and every one of them. Always remember, your children are the ones who chose your nursing home. LOL
Happy Mother's Day to all you Moms out there. Hope your toast wasn't too burned this morning.
Hugs and Luv
Brita
May 5, 2011
Paperbacks, Timeless Desire and Noble Romance Author Chat
This has been, undoubtedly, an exciting week. To start with the low side of the events, we found out that the rental house we own had it's central air conditioning unit stolen sometime in the last week or so. The little place has been vacant for sometime and, well, yeah, the a/c is gone. NICE!
BUT, I've had some nice upsides, not the least of which is the fact that I am now in print. Yesterday morning, the postman brought my shiny new copy of Splendid Captivity. Remember I told you about it going to print, well, it's happened and she is Be-U-T-FUL.
That's me holding it in my hot, little hands, and my sweet, little muse, Mz. Fiona, helping me. Isn't she cute?
What feeling it is to hold that book in my hand. Well, I can't begin to tell you.
To get your very own paperback version of Splendid Captivity, click on Mz. Fiona's nose and she'll guide you to a nice landing spot.
If you let me know you've purchased the book, I'll happily send you a nice bookmark and some other swag. Email me and we'll arrange it.
Now, a big event is happening this Saturday, May 7, and I'd love to have you all come by and visit for a bit. My publisher, Noble Romance, is celebrating the relaunch of their new website, starting with a big author chat, which will take place all day, on the Noble Romance Reader's Loop. You don't want to miss it, particularly from 1 to 2, when Bryl Tyne, Angela Aaron and I will be there to chat, give away some prizes, maybe some e-books and have some fun.
Click this link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NobleRo..., join the reader's loop, then come and have fun with us on Saturday. You can also help me celebrate my wedding anniversary!
So, it's all good. I've gotten some writing done this week too. I was asked to participate in two anthologies for Noble Romance, and I've written one story, with Timeless Desire as the theme.
What does Timeless Desire mean to you? I'd love to know. Can't wait to share what it means to me.
Till next time, Luv, Brita
BUT, I've had some nice upsides, not the least of which is the fact that I am now in print. Yesterday morning, the postman brought my shiny new copy of Splendid Captivity. Remember I told you about it going to print, well, it's happened and she is Be-U-T-FUL. That's me holding it in my hot, little hands, and my sweet, little muse, Mz. Fiona, helping me. Isn't she cute?
What feeling it is to hold that book in my hand. Well, I can't begin to tell you.
To get your very own paperback version of Splendid Captivity, click on Mz. Fiona's nose and she'll guide you to a nice landing spot.
If you let me know you've purchased the book, I'll happily send you a nice bookmark and some other swag. Email me and we'll arrange it.
Now, a big event is happening this Saturday, May 7, and I'd love to have you all come by and visit for a bit. My publisher, Noble Romance, is celebrating the relaunch of their new website, starting with a big author chat, which will take place all day, on the Noble Romance Reader's Loop. You don't want to miss it, particularly from 1 to 2, when Bryl Tyne, Angela Aaron and I will be there to chat, give away some prizes, maybe some e-books and have some fun.
Click this link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NobleRo..., join the reader's loop, then come and have fun with us on Saturday. You can also help me celebrate my wedding anniversary!
So, it's all good. I've gotten some writing done this week too. I was asked to participate in two anthologies for Noble Romance, and I've written one story, with Timeless Desire as the theme.
What does Timeless Desire mean to you? I'd love to know. Can't wait to share what it means to me.
Till next time, Luv, Brita
Paperbacks and Author Chat
This has been, undoubtedly, an exciting week. To start with the low side of the events, we found out that the rental house we own had it's central air conditioning unit stolen sometime in the last week or so. The little place has been vacant for sometime and, well, yeah, the a/c is gone. NICE!
BUT, I've had some nice upsides, not the least of which is the fact that I am now in print. Yesterday morning, the postman brought my shiny new copy of Splendid Captivity. Remember I told you about it going to print, well, it's happened and she is Be-U-T-FUL.
That's me holding it in my hot, little hands, and my sweet, little muse, Mz. Fiona, helping me. Isn't she cute?
What feeling it is to hold that book in my hand. Well, I can't begin to tell you.
To get your very own paperback version of Splendid Captivity, click on Mz. Fiona's nose and she'll guide you to a nice landing spot.
If you let me know you've purchased the book, I'll happily send you a nice bookmark and some other swag. Email me and we'll arrange it.
Now, a big event is happening this Saturday and I'd love to have you all come by and visit for a bit. My publisher, Noble Romance, is celebrating the relaunch of their new website, starting with a big author chat, which will take place all day, on the Noble Romance Reader's Loop. You don't want to miss it, particularly from 1 to 2, when Bryl Tyne, Angela Aaron and I will be there to chat, give away some prizes and have some fun.
Click this link: http://
Till next time, Luv, Brita
BUT, I've had some nice upsides, not the least of which is the fact that I am now in print. Yesterday morning, the postman brought my shiny new copy of Splendid Captivity. Remember I told you about it going to print, well, it's happened and she is Be-U-T-FUL. That's me holding it in my hot, little hands, and my sweet, little muse, Mz. Fiona, helping me. Isn't she cute?
What feeling it is to hold that book in my hand. Well, I can't begin to tell you.
To get your very own paperback version of Splendid Captivity, click on Mz. Fiona's nose and she'll guide you to a nice landing spot.
If you let me know you've purchased the book, I'll happily send you a nice bookmark and some other swag. Email me and we'll arrange it.
Now, a big event is happening this Saturday and I'd love to have you all come by and visit for a bit. My publisher, Noble Romance, is celebrating the relaunch of their new website, starting with a big author chat, which will take place all day, on the Noble Romance Reader's Loop. You don't want to miss it, particularly from 1 to 2, when Bryl Tyne, Angela Aaron and I will be there to chat, give away some prizes and have some fun.
Click this link: http://
Till next time, Luv, Brita
April 27, 2011
Splendid Captivity in Print
Excitement has reigned since I found out my book, Splendid Captivity, will be released in print, on Saturday, April 30, at Silver Publishing. This is what the cover looks like:
If anyone is interested, let me know and I'll happily send bookmarks, with Splendid and Love Immortal on each side. If anyone would like the book signed, please let me know.
Here's an excerpt:
1820
Berkshire, England
Isabella Malin leaned back against the well-worn squabs of her hired carriage. It was late on this full-mooned June night, with just a single carriage light to illuminate the small enclosure. Her legs were spread wide; her skirts rucked up around her waist, her bodice pulled down to meet them. She worked her hands furiously, one pinching her nipple until she felt the effects in her quim, the other circled her clitoris, the dueling sensations assaulted her body, warmth building. She dropped her head back and closed her eyes. The carriage slowed, she faintly heard voices, but she was lost in her small world of pleasure.
The door opened, though she had little awareness of another's presence, as she was too close to bliss. A warm breeze enveloped her nakedness, though even that odd sensation didn't cause her to open her eyes. She neared her peak, fervently sought that all consuming heat, that oblivion—almost…
"You need some help with that?"
Isabella's eyes flew open, her heart raced out of control. She stilled her hands, though she didn't remove them from their provocative spots on her body. She shrieked, "Oh my god, what—who are you?" Damn it!
The masked man removed his hat and with a sweep of his arm, answered, "The Falcon, at your service." He jumped into the carriage, and took a seat next to her, impertinently moving her over just a bit. "Like I said, do you need some help with that? I have it on very good authority that I am quite proficient at pleasuring the ladies."
With a great deal of indignation, she straightened herself, shoved her skirts back to her ankles and tugged her bodice back into place.
"What do you want?" she asked this stranger, who now lounged with arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to enjoy watching her discomfiture.
"Well, after what I've just seen, I don't believe that should be much of a mystery," he said, as he ran his hand over his blatant erection.
Isabella's gaze followed as he moved his hand over the bulge in his breeches, then she looked into his eyes, tried to get some sense of the man.
She felt her face heat, her heart still pounded.
He had such audacity and appeal. His baritone voice had a soothing quality as it wrapped around her senses and he smelled of leather, sandalwood and horse. Dressed in black, his penetrating dark eyes watched her through the crudely cut holes in the ridiculous scarf he'd tied around his head. Though everything about this situation told her she should be fearful, she felt an amazing calm. Indignant, however, she was. She'd risked and realized discovery and hadn't reached what she so desperately craved.
There was something about this man. His notoriety spoke of swagger and self-assuredness. He was all of that, but if her suspicions were correct, he was oh, so much more. He was different from any man of her acquaintance, in the way he overwhelmed her to sensory excess. He was almost too masculine, too dangerous, and at that moment, she would have followed him anywhere.
* * * *
When the lady didn't answer, Julian raised a quizzical eyebrow. However, he was a man on a mission, and this had been a pleasant, yet problematical diversion. She was attractive, something never lost on him. He'd kissed many a beauty in the year he'd haunted this road. In fact, he'd made kissing his feminine victims his trademark. After all, he was a notorious highwayman, famous for charming the ladies and robbing the nobility blind.
On a whim, he opened the door, turned, and grabbed Isabella, pulling her from the security of the carriage. She screamed and kicked like a bucking horse. Ignoring her yelps, he swatted her rolling bottom. "Be still, vixen."
He closed the door, and yelled, "Drive on."
"Gladly, gov'na," the nervous driver responded.
Julian's partner had guarded the driver, lest there be a blunderbuss hidden beneath the driver's perch.
As per their pre-arrangement, the two men parted company. Julian tossed Isabella onto his horse and mounted the huge black beast with one easy, fluid motion. They headed down the road, following the hired carriage.
A quarter hour later they turned off into a wooded area which soon became a dense forest. His passenger had calmed significantly, though she kept up a running chatter about ballocks in a vice and other such unpleasant consequences of this impulsive kidnapping. He'd smacked her bottom several more times, threatened her with severe bodily harm, and thought more than once of simply tossing her off his horse, but he still possessed a modicum of gentlemanly valor.
He chuckled at the thought. Gentlemen didn't steal women from their coaches in the dead of night, but hell, they didn't play dress-up and rob wealthy travelers either. His impulsiveness might just hang him and Nate this time. What was he going to do with her? Well, he'd have to think about that later. Between the two of them, he and Nate would figure this out. They always did.
Within an hour, they stopped in front of a thatch-roofed, half-timbered cottage. He dismounted and reached up to aid his passenger's descent. "Come on, my lady. Get your ass down here," he said as she kicked at him. "If you don't want more of what I've already treated your precious bottom to, you'll haul your sweet cheeks down here, now!"
With a grunt, she slid off the horse. Not standing on ceremony, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the cottage. Once inside, he slid the bolt home. His guest's eyes widened. She looked frightened, but he sensed at least part of her reaction was a façade.
"Take off your clothes." He sounded stern, even to his own ears.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" Indignation dripped from her lips.
"You can beg all you like. I rather like begging. Now, take off your clothes." He lit a couple of candles beside the sofa, but she didn't move to obey his order. Closing the gap between them, he stood toe-to-toe with her, towering over her by at least ten inches.
"Do you need help?" he asked flatly.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I won't remove my clothing for you." She placed her hands on her hips and he could have sworn she tapped her foot.
"As you wish." He grabbed her bodice and ripped the clothing from her body, leaving her standing before him in only her chemise. "You aren't wearing a corset!" he said as he tossed the torn garment across the room.
"It would appear as though I'm not wearing much of anything," she retorted, trying to cover herself, the chemise being of little aid.
"No need for such modesty, madam, I have already seen all the interesting bits." Waggling an eyebrow, he smirked.
"Who are you?" He asked.
The lady seemed reluctant to speak, but with further prodding, she finally said, "My name is Isabella Malin."
"What were you doing out in that shabby hack at this time of night? Did your mother never tell you to beware of strangers?"
"I don't suppose my mother had any idea creatures such as you prowled the night."
"Touché, dear lady. I bow to your superior wit."
He watched her slightly pink face and was struck by her extraordinary beauty. Rarely had a woman taken his breath away but something about this one dug deeply into his stony heart. Her flame red hair suited her, for she was indeed a fiery sort. When he'd cared for the company of a woman, one of her slight build and mien suited him well.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Again he noted the lack of fear in her voice. Odd, he thought.
"My name is Julian," he said on impulse, somehow wanting her to know him and not the bandit he portrayed.
"All right, Julian, what do you want with me?"
Crossing the room, he sat in one of the chairs. It was in a darkened corner as the candlelight didn't reach that far. He stretched his legs out in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. After he removed his mask, hat, and gloves and tossed them onto the chair next to him, he motioned for his guest to take a seat on the sofa positioned opposite him. Settling his arms loosely over his flat stomach, he asked, "You have some unfinished business, do you not?"
"What do you mean?" her voice seemed to tremble.
"Well, it would appear I interrupted you when I opened the carriage door."
Isabella's face flushed. "You, sir, are a crude bounder."
"That, my dear, is an absolute fact, and I'm impressed you should observe such upon our brief acquaintance. The fact remains, my wish is for you to finish what I so rudely interrupted."
"I most certainly will not!" She huffed and visibly started when he jumped out of his chair. Pushing her back, he raised her legs, settling her feet on the edge of the seat. As he loosened the lacing on the front of the chemise, the hem settled in her lap. When he slid it off her arms, his mouth watered at the sight of the most beautiful bosom he'd seen in ages.
He walked back to his chair and sat down.
"Touch yourself."
Till next time, Luv, Brita
If anyone is interested, let me know and I'll happily send bookmarks, with Splendid and Love Immortal on each side. If anyone would like the book signed, please let me know.
Here's an excerpt:
1820
Berkshire, England
Isabella Malin leaned back against the well-worn squabs of her hired carriage. It was late on this full-mooned June night, with just a single carriage light to illuminate the small enclosure. Her legs were spread wide; her skirts rucked up around her waist, her bodice pulled down to meet them. She worked her hands furiously, one pinching her nipple until she felt the effects in her quim, the other circled her clitoris, the dueling sensations assaulted her body, warmth building. She dropped her head back and closed her eyes. The carriage slowed, she faintly heard voices, but she was lost in her small world of pleasure.
The door opened, though she had little awareness of another's presence, as she was too close to bliss. A warm breeze enveloped her nakedness, though even that odd sensation didn't cause her to open her eyes. She neared her peak, fervently sought that all consuming heat, that oblivion—almost…
"You need some help with that?"
Isabella's eyes flew open, her heart raced out of control. She stilled her hands, though she didn't remove them from their provocative spots on her body. She shrieked, "Oh my god, what—who are you?" Damn it!
The masked man removed his hat and with a sweep of his arm, answered, "The Falcon, at your service." He jumped into the carriage, and took a seat next to her, impertinently moving her over just a bit. "Like I said, do you need some help with that? I have it on very good authority that I am quite proficient at pleasuring the ladies."
With a great deal of indignation, she straightened herself, shoved her skirts back to her ankles and tugged her bodice back into place.
"What do you want?" she asked this stranger, who now lounged with arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to enjoy watching her discomfiture.
"Well, after what I've just seen, I don't believe that should be much of a mystery," he said, as he ran his hand over his blatant erection.
Isabella's gaze followed as he moved his hand over the bulge in his breeches, then she looked into his eyes, tried to get some sense of the man.
She felt her face heat, her heart still pounded.
He had such audacity and appeal. His baritone voice had a soothing quality as it wrapped around her senses and he smelled of leather, sandalwood and horse. Dressed in black, his penetrating dark eyes watched her through the crudely cut holes in the ridiculous scarf he'd tied around his head. Though everything about this situation told her she should be fearful, she felt an amazing calm. Indignant, however, she was. She'd risked and realized discovery and hadn't reached what she so desperately craved.
There was something about this man. His notoriety spoke of swagger and self-assuredness. He was all of that, but if her suspicions were correct, he was oh, so much more. He was different from any man of her acquaintance, in the way he overwhelmed her to sensory excess. He was almost too masculine, too dangerous, and at that moment, she would have followed him anywhere.
* * * *
When the lady didn't answer, Julian raised a quizzical eyebrow. However, he was a man on a mission, and this had been a pleasant, yet problematical diversion. She was attractive, something never lost on him. He'd kissed many a beauty in the year he'd haunted this road. In fact, he'd made kissing his feminine victims his trademark. After all, he was a notorious highwayman, famous for charming the ladies and robbing the nobility blind.
On a whim, he opened the door, turned, and grabbed Isabella, pulling her from the security of the carriage. She screamed and kicked like a bucking horse. Ignoring her yelps, he swatted her rolling bottom. "Be still, vixen."
He closed the door, and yelled, "Drive on."
"Gladly, gov'na," the nervous driver responded.
Julian's partner had guarded the driver, lest there be a blunderbuss hidden beneath the driver's perch.
As per their pre-arrangement, the two men parted company. Julian tossed Isabella onto his horse and mounted the huge black beast with one easy, fluid motion. They headed down the road, following the hired carriage.
A quarter hour later they turned off into a wooded area which soon became a dense forest. His passenger had calmed significantly, though she kept up a running chatter about ballocks in a vice and other such unpleasant consequences of this impulsive kidnapping. He'd smacked her bottom several more times, threatened her with severe bodily harm, and thought more than once of simply tossing her off his horse, but he still possessed a modicum of gentlemanly valor.
He chuckled at the thought. Gentlemen didn't steal women from their coaches in the dead of night, but hell, they didn't play dress-up and rob wealthy travelers either. His impulsiveness might just hang him and Nate this time. What was he going to do with her? Well, he'd have to think about that later. Between the two of them, he and Nate would figure this out. They always did.
Within an hour, they stopped in front of a thatch-roofed, half-timbered cottage. He dismounted and reached up to aid his passenger's descent. "Come on, my lady. Get your ass down here," he said as she kicked at him. "If you don't want more of what I've already treated your precious bottom to, you'll haul your sweet cheeks down here, now!"
With a grunt, she slid off the horse. Not standing on ceremony, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the cottage. Once inside, he slid the bolt home. His guest's eyes widened. She looked frightened, but he sensed at least part of her reaction was a façade.
"Take off your clothes." He sounded stern, even to his own ears.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" Indignation dripped from her lips.
"You can beg all you like. I rather like begging. Now, take off your clothes." He lit a couple of candles beside the sofa, but she didn't move to obey his order. Closing the gap between them, he stood toe-to-toe with her, towering over her by at least ten inches.
"Do you need help?" he asked flatly.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I won't remove my clothing for you." She placed her hands on her hips and he could have sworn she tapped her foot.
"As you wish." He grabbed her bodice and ripped the clothing from her body, leaving her standing before him in only her chemise. "You aren't wearing a corset!" he said as he tossed the torn garment across the room.
"It would appear as though I'm not wearing much of anything," she retorted, trying to cover herself, the chemise being of little aid.
"No need for such modesty, madam, I have already seen all the interesting bits." Waggling an eyebrow, he smirked.
"Who are you?" He asked.
The lady seemed reluctant to speak, but with further prodding, she finally said, "My name is Isabella Malin."
"What were you doing out in that shabby hack at this time of night? Did your mother never tell you to beware of strangers?"
"I don't suppose my mother had any idea creatures such as you prowled the night."
"Touché, dear lady. I bow to your superior wit."
He watched her slightly pink face and was struck by her extraordinary beauty. Rarely had a woman taken his breath away but something about this one dug deeply into his stony heart. Her flame red hair suited her, for she was indeed a fiery sort. When he'd cared for the company of a woman, one of her slight build and mien suited him well.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Again he noted the lack of fear in her voice. Odd, he thought.
"My name is Julian," he said on impulse, somehow wanting her to know him and not the bandit he portrayed.
"All right, Julian, what do you want with me?"
Crossing the room, he sat in one of the chairs. It was in a darkened corner as the candlelight didn't reach that far. He stretched his legs out in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. After he removed his mask, hat, and gloves and tossed them onto the chair next to him, he motioned for his guest to take a seat on the sofa positioned opposite him. Settling his arms loosely over his flat stomach, he asked, "You have some unfinished business, do you not?"
"What do you mean?" her voice seemed to tremble.
"Well, it would appear I interrupted you when I opened the carriage door."
Isabella's face flushed. "You, sir, are a crude bounder."
"That, my dear, is an absolute fact, and I'm impressed you should observe such upon our brief acquaintance. The fact remains, my wish is for you to finish what I so rudely interrupted."
"I most certainly will not!" She huffed and visibly started when he jumped out of his chair. Pushing her back, he raised her legs, settling her feet on the edge of the seat. As he loosened the lacing on the front of the chemise, the hem settled in her lap. When he slid it off her arms, his mouth watered at the sight of the most beautiful bosom he'd seen in ages.
He walked back to his chair and sat down.
"Touch yourself."
Till next time, Luv, Brita
April 15, 2011
A New Title and a Good Review
Today was a good day - from a writer's standpoint. First, I'm getting to the end of my expansion of the manuscript that will be out on June 6th.
The lengthening of the story has taken some time, but I have it now. The story was originally part of an anthology, and came in at 12k. Now, it will finish off at about 39k, and I'm very pleased with it. These characters, Thomasine Littlebury and Myles Cunningham, have a complicated path to travel, to find their way to each other.
I also selected a title for the book. The new book will be, The Rogue's Salvation. It fits the story perfectly, good thing right? Now I can send in the information to the cover artist, and see what masterpiece Fiona Jayde comes up with. I'll have more information about the book when I get the blurb written - oh, the dreaded blurb.
I had a great review from Two Lips Reviews for Splendid Captivity. 4 1/2 lips for my menage, featuring Julian, Nate and Isabella. Here's the link: Two Lips.
On the personal side, I found out today that three loved ones are leaving in one week for their new life in another state. I though we had more time, a few more weeks at least, but employment calls. UGH! Hate it, beyond words. Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns and this is definitely one of them.
Received my Scorpion bracelet from Aleks Voinov - can't wait for the release of his book, Scorpion in May. "Never Stop Fighting," his character says, sounds right for a writer.
Serenity Dream's hit the number one slot on the Historical Regency and BDSM category Best Selling and Highest Rated lists on All Romance E-Books. I'm thrilled by that.
All in all, it's been a great day. Have a great weekend all. I'm wrapping up the expansion!
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
The lengthening of the story has taken some time, but I have it now. The story was originally part of an anthology, and came in at 12k. Now, it will finish off at about 39k, and I'm very pleased with it. These characters, Thomasine Littlebury and Myles Cunningham, have a complicated path to travel, to find their way to each other.
I also selected a title for the book. The new book will be, The Rogue's Salvation. It fits the story perfectly, good thing right? Now I can send in the information to the cover artist, and see what masterpiece Fiona Jayde comes up with. I'll have more information about the book when I get the blurb written - oh, the dreaded blurb.
I had a great review from Two Lips Reviews for Splendid Captivity. 4 1/2 lips for my menage, featuring Julian, Nate and Isabella. Here's the link: Two Lips.
On the personal side, I found out today that three loved ones are leaving in one week for their new life in another state. I though we had more time, a few more weeks at least, but employment calls. UGH! Hate it, beyond words. Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns and this is definitely one of them.
Received my Scorpion bracelet from Aleks Voinov - can't wait for the release of his book, Scorpion in May. "Never Stop Fighting," his character says, sounds right for a writer.
Serenity Dream's hit the number one slot on the Historical Regency and BDSM category Best Selling and Highest Rated lists on All Romance E-Books. I'm thrilled by that.
All in all, it's been a great day. Have a great weekend all. I'm wrapping up the expansion!
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
April 12, 2011
New Review for Love Immortal and Win a Copy
Nice review from Whipped Cream for Love Immortal. http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-immortal-by-brita-addams.html In reading the the review, you will find out what a 19th Century pick-up line might sound like. The first person to email me at britaaddams@gmail.com, with the line, will receive a free copy of Love Immortal.
Also, get Serenity's Dream FREE today at All Romance E-Books, and purchase Lord Decadent's Obsession and Chocolate, Tea and the Duchess. The series for the price of two books. Great deal.
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
April 6, 2011
Expansion of a Story and Karma Coming Home
I submitted a novella of 12k to Noble Romance and my esteemed editor, Neil, accepted it with a suggestion. "There's a lot of story here, do you think you could expand it?"
I thought about it and made the decision to do just that. This story will come in at 30k plus and NOW, it's a real story. Brita just can't tell a story in 12 thousand words! Now if only I had a title, we'd be all set. I'll have one by May 9th, when it's released, I promise.
In other news, we had some sad news. No, no one died, is ill or any other tragedy. The news will bring new opportunities for three people I love so much, but in that, they will go from living 20 minutes away to being over 700 miles away. To say I'm sad doesn't begin cover the array of emotions I've felt since they told us.
I've immersed myself in my writing, banged out over 5000 words in the last two days, and tried to pretend this wasn't happening. Then a phone call came in, saying, "I'm really going to miss you," and stark reality has come to stay.
No more dropping by, no more "Hey, let's meet for dinner," no more early Christmas mornings - they'll be gone with no promise of them completing their work and coming back home. There will of course be visits, but I've always loved the "Hey, let's meet for dinner," calls the best.
Goodbyes suck. I've always hated them. I love it when my editors say, "I want a happily ever after," because that doesn't entail writing goodbyes.
We'll do the hugs and kisses, the farewell dinner and more hugs and kisses, but ultimately, they'll get into their car and drive away, and no phone calls or Skype will change the fact that they don't live in Westwinds anymore.
We'll survive, but I hate change, especially of this magnitude. Somehow though, it seemed okay when I did it all those years ago, and hell, I moved to Iceland. Karma has come home to roost.
What about you? Ever had to watch as someone you love moves away? It sucks, huh?
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
I thought about it and made the decision to do just that. This story will come in at 30k plus and NOW, it's a real story. Brita just can't tell a story in 12 thousand words! Now if only I had a title, we'd be all set. I'll have one by May 9th, when it's released, I promise.
In other news, we had some sad news. No, no one died, is ill or any other tragedy. The news will bring new opportunities for three people I love so much, but in that, they will go from living 20 minutes away to being over 700 miles away. To say I'm sad doesn't begin cover the array of emotions I've felt since they told us.
I've immersed myself in my writing, banged out over 5000 words in the last two days, and tried to pretend this wasn't happening. Then a phone call came in, saying, "I'm really going to miss you," and stark reality has come to stay.
No more dropping by, no more "Hey, let's meet for dinner," no more early Christmas mornings - they'll be gone with no promise of them completing their work and coming back home. There will of course be visits, but I've always loved the "Hey, let's meet for dinner," calls the best.
Goodbyes suck. I've always hated them. I love it when my editors say, "I want a happily ever after," because that doesn't entail writing goodbyes.
We'll do the hugs and kisses, the farewell dinner and more hugs and kisses, but ultimately, they'll get into their car and drive away, and no phone calls or Skype will change the fact that they don't live in Westwinds anymore.
We'll survive, but I hate change, especially of this magnitude. Somehow though, it seemed okay when I did it all those years ago, and hell, I moved to Iceland. Karma has come home to roost.
What about you? Ever had to watch as someone you love moves away? It sucks, huh?
Till next time,
Luv, Brita
