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May 14, 2015
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Filed under: Writing Tagged: Champagne, Let Me Talk To You About Writing And Drinking, Lisa Fox, Musings of a Champagne Addict
May 13, 2015
Out Now – The Alpha Match by Leigh Archer (Untamed Safari Book #1)
Out Now – The Alpha Match by Leigh Archer (Untamed Safari Book #1)
RED-HOT ROMANCE GOES ON SAFARI
English conservationist, Caro Hannah, and South African, Ben Duval, must work together on a project to introduce endangered wild dogs to an African game reserve, four years after their love affair ended. The challenges of their profession pale into insignificance beside the personal obstacles they must overcome in order to either bring closure to the events of four years before, or reignite a passion hot enough to burn up the African bush.
The Alpha Match is the first in a series set in the African bush where luxury tented camps and romantic hideaways are havens for royals, celebrities and the adventurous at heart. The Untamed Safari Series places unforgettable men and women in this captivating setting and holds its breath as they play out their red-hot passions.
BUY LINKS:
Tirgearr Publishing: http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Archer_Leigh/the-alpha-match.htm
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1QhNDIW
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1buj6b7
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/528008?ref=cw1985
EXCERPT
Caro was aware that her voice was rising, but she could do nothing to stop it. Now was as good a time as any to speak her mind. ‘As a matter of fact, if you could stop all the wars on this planet, solve world hunger and reverse the effects of global warming, I’d still feel nothing for you.’
It was the briefest look of pain flitting across his face that silenced her. Then his mouth hardened and his eyes blazed. ‘I’m your boss, Caro.’ He spoke very slowly, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. ‘All I’m asking from you is some respect. Your unwillingness to greet me at the meeting today; that wasn’t very mature, was it? How far do you think we’ll get on this project if that’s the way things are going to be between us?’
Caro was stung. ‘If you think I’m going to be anything other than professional, then you really don’t know me at all. I’ve worked for five years to save the African wild dog and I’d never do anything to jeopardise this project.’
‘Oh, I believe you,’ Ben said. ‘Nobody knows better than I do just how ambitious you really are. As a matter of fact, what was I thinking? Of course you’d never let anything get in your way, least of all other people’s feelings.’
Caro gaped.
He leaned towards her. ‘I’m right, aren’t I, Caro?’
Again he stared into her eyes, his own narrowed and filled with fire.
She could see the cords of muscle beneath the golden skin of his neck. Her breath came in small, silent gasps, and she pressed a hand to her chest.
Ben’s gaze travelled slowly from her face to the hand against her naked skin. He opened his mouth, closed it again. His body tilted towards her, his fingers heading for the bunch of towel between her breasts. Then he snatched his hand back, shook his head, turned and started for the door.
AUTHOR BIO – LEIGH ARCHER:
Leigh writes romance novels set in her native South Africa. She has always had a love affair with Africa’s wild open spaces, the intensity of its people and sunsets. Her love of storytelling began as a child when she spent every spare moment playing barefoot in golden grass, watching meerkats, learning to track spoor and dreaming up heroes and heroines dynamic enough to stand out in all the beauty and drama of the African landscape.
Always in search of adventure, Leigh’s journey as a writer has taken her from journalist to communications specialist, and now novelist.
AUTHOR URLs:
http://leigharcher.yolasite.com/
https://twitter.com/LeighArcherBook
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Leigh-Archer/299910886869499
http://amazon.com/author/leigharcher
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Alpha Male, Erotic Contemporary Romance, Leigh Archer, The Alpha Match, Untamed Safari Book #1
May 12, 2015
Here is my interview with Lisa Fox
I have been interviewed!!!
Originally posted on authorsinterviews:
Name Lisa Fox
Age Old enough to know better, yet young enough not to care
Where are you from New Rochelle, NY
A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc
I’m really rather boring. I lead a quiet life in a small city.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
I’ve got an awesome few months ahead of me with new releases in June, July, and August. I’m also teaching a novella writing workshop with Savvy Authors in June. I’m very excited for the summer!
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
I’ve always written, even back in elementary school. I don’t know why. It’s just always been something I loved to do.
Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I have always considered myself a writer.
Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?
My very first book was…
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May 11, 2015
Harper Impulse Fortnight: Guest Post, Giveaway & Excerpt, by Lisa Fox
GIVEAWAY!!!
Originally posted on Paris Baker's Book Nook:
Unfortunately, I had an absolute nightmare with my internet connection over the last few days, so no blog posts scheduled properly and my drafts were deleted. Therefore, while Harper Impulse Fortnight ended yesterday, I must apologise for the delay in introducing my last wonderful guest, Harper Impulse author, Lisa Fox. (Check out Books With Bunny for more about Harper Impulse Fortnight, or the #HIfortnight hashtag on Twitter!)
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May 10, 2015
May 9, 2015
Saturday Video – PJ Harvey Rid of Me
Some days just require a little PJ Harvey.
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Hell Yeah, PJ Harvey, Rid of Me
May 8, 2015
May 7, 2015
Too Old For This
Jury duty and work and too many happy hours have totally worn me out. I need a break. A vacation. Perhaps another cocktail.
Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Lisa Fox Can't Party Like She Used To
May 6, 2015
Pool Man by Sabrina York
A fun, flirty romantic romp���with a twist!
Paige Barber needs a vacation. She can���t resist her best friend���s offer of a remote vacation home on a private Caribbean island. Jimmy, the sexy pool boy, is part and parcel with the offer. But recently dumped Paige has no intention of taking advantage of that amenity���until she sets eyes on Jimmy. He���s not a boy at all, but the sexiest man Paige has ever met.
And he can cook. Oh, man, can he cook!
She thinks it will be easy returning to the real world after an utterly wanton and sensuous week in the arms of a hot, hard, perfect man. But it���s not. It���s not easy at all.
Read an Excerpt:
The house was quiet and shadowed as I padded back to the pool. I didn���t see any sign of Jimmy, which was just as well. My dreams had been filled with him; he���d haunted every crevice of my sleep. I felt like I���d been steeped in him, reliving every touch, every glance, every fantasy.
Those dreams clung to my consciousness, as dreams sometimes do, stoking a hunger I hadn���t even realized I had.
I���d been kind of joking when I���d invited Jimmy to my room, but in truth, it hadn���t been a joke at all. I wanted him. Really wanted him. Needed him, maybe.
Needed the oblivion a wild, steamy, pointless affair could provide.
My ego ached after Harlan���s betrayal, but it was more than that. It was more than assuaging a hit to my self-esteem.
I simply wanted Jimmy.
Wanted him in a way I���d never wanted a man before.
Maybe it was the isolation. Maybe it was the magnificent surroundings. Maybe it was simply the fact that he was hotter than hot. Certainly hotter than Harlan with his bad-boy-biker persona, his bull ring. His tattoos. Nothing about him had been real in the end. Nothing about us had been either.
The tiny lights strung around Marlee���s patio glowed as they bobbed in the breeze. The waters of the hot tub steamed a warm welcome, bathed in a surreal blue that shone like a beacon in the gathering night.
I tossed my towel on a lounge chair and stepped in. And hissed.
Warmth lapped at me. I sank, allowing the water to consume me slowly. My skin shivered as I eased deeper, all the way to my neck. I turned around and leaned against one of the benches formed in the tile and closed my eyes.
Heaven.
I owed Marlee. And I owed her big time.
This place was, indeed, heaven on earth. And Jimmy��� Well, the jury was still out on that one. Marlee had been frank. ���Paige,��� she���d said. ���You need to get laid. And trust me, if anyone can help you forget about that douchebag Harlan Rivers, it���s my Jimmy.��� I tried not to let it bug me that she���d put it that way. My Jimmy. Not that I had any ownership of him. Not that I wanted it.
I just wasn���t used to sharing men with my best friend.
Remembering the ripple of his pec beneath my palm, I nibbled my lip.
I could probably get over it���
���May I join you?���
I opened my eyes at the deep voice, at the question tinged with a throb.
My heart stuttered. My breath caught.
Gawd.
Jimmy. Standing there next to the hot tub, wearing nothing but a tight black Speedo. Everything I had imagined under his casual clothes, everything I had hoped for, was there. Thick muscles roping his chest and forearms, thighs like tree trunks, a flat, taut belly, sculpted abs and a tantalizing dark line arrowing toward a magnificent bulge.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
���May I?���
Oh lord, I���d been ogling. ���Yes. Please. Come on in. The water���s fine.���
Yeah, lame. Clich��. But there you go. It was the best I could come up with. My brain, apparently, was on vacation as well.
The water rose as he eased in. His groan echoed off the shadows. He���d taken off his glasses so I had an unfettered view of his face. When his eyes closed, in that moment of bliss as the water enveloped him, when his lips parted���I thought, perhaps, that was what his O-face would look like.
One could hope.
Many men were like monkeys when their crisis descended. Which was why I rarely looked. I was possessed of the sharp, sudden urge to see Jimmy in ecstasy. To watch him come.
Okay, not so sudden. But definitely sharp.
Though he sat across from me, the hot tub wasn���t too big, and his foot nudged mine. I didn���t jerk away, though my first inclination was to do just that. I reminded myself that any advance had to come from him. Jimmy was Marlee���s pool boy, not a sex slave. And if he wasn���t interested���I ignored the dark dip of my mood at the thought���that would be that.
So when his foot grazed mine, I steeled my spine and left it there. Next to his.
Our gazes tangled. His toe slipped up my ankle, a tentative foray. A fluttery thrill, an unexpected shower of arousal, trickled through me.
I stroked back.
His focus on me intensified, though it flicked, for a fraction of an instant, to my breasts. They bobbed in the water, as breasts often did, buoyed and jubilant to be released from the bondage of gravity. He licked his lips. My nipples pebbled as I imagined his mouth on them.
His eyes narrowed then raked their way back to my face. ���How-how did you sleep?���
Was it my imagination or was he struggling for words? As though casual talk had no place between us, but he needed the lubricant.
The thought of lubricant, and what we could do with it, flashed through my brain. Fizzled there, incinerating all other preoccupations.
���I slept well.���
���Good.��� A rough growl. ���The room was to your liking?���
���Yes.���
���The bed���comfortable?���
The word bed made me shudder. Maybe it was just the way he said it, infusing it with meaning, intent.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that he���d slipped nearer.
The breeze shifted and brought his scent to me on wispy tendrils. That intoxicating bite of his cologne made my head spin.
���Are you���hungry?��� His voice rumbled, thrummed with double entendre.
���Not for food.��� A whisper. I barely choked it out. Because he���d come close, and closer still. ���But first��� Rules.���
His brow wrinkled. ���Rules?���
I nodded primly. Best to just get this out. I held up a finger. ���One. Always use protection.���
���P-protection?��� He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. Seriously? Had he not known it was going this way? Had he not suspected?
Or was he shy?
I kind of liked that. I kind of liked the fantasy that he didn���t screw Marlee and every one of the friends she sent to him.
He cleared his throat and nodded. ���Okay. Protection.��� He swallowed. ���Any other rules?���
���Just one.��� It had to be said. ���No talking about Marlee.���
His features froze. His lips opened and closed. ���No, ah, talking about Marlee?���
���Exactly.��� I pushed off, floated into his arms. He caught me. His hands skated over my wet skin reverently, sending ripples in his wake. ���I don���t want anything between us, Jimmy. Not anything at all.���
���Oh God.��� He yanked me close. It was a shock, the feel of him so hard and rough against my body, but a delightful one.
���Nothing between us,��� I whispered.
���Nothing.���
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