Robin Badillo's Blog, page 38
May 4, 2011
Happy Hump Day!!
Today, BLMorticia has sent over Lieutenant Bryant Duncan from her upcoming novella, My Lieutenant.
Please sit back and enjoy! But first, take a gander at that photo. Don't you wish you were me today? Sigh…..
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Welcome Bryant, can you tell us a little bit about your world.
It's the real world, contemporary New York. I stay in an apartment building and I have a hot neighbor that I'm trying to get close to.
I would be trying to get close to a hot neighbor too, fortunately I don't have an author deciding if that happens or not. And speaking of authors, does yours ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?Well she has tried. She wanted it to end kind of quickly and me and Nathan wouldn't allow her to do it. We wanted more sex in there as well, but she didn't want to make it so easy. I would've liked to be in bed with him a lot sooner. We dealt by just going along with it. In the end, we got what we wanted. Plus, Nathan and I will be back in one of Rawiya's books.
Now that's something to look forward to. Bryant, I get the feeling you have a great sense of humor. Is humor important? Why or why not?It is, especially in this story. It's meant to be a comedy about Nathan, the MC, letting go of his hang-ups and opening his heart to love me. He's definitely a card. Not every book has to be a serious novel. With all the hatred in the world, one needs to laugh.
A truer statement has never been made. Laughter is so very important and so is love. Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?Not at all. I know this certain someone that I'd love to get to know better and as soon as he gives me the chance then I'll tell him every day. *smiles*
Awwe, that's so sweet. I'm confident you will have your chance. Bryant, would you share with us the most interesting thing that has ever happened to you?I'm a retired Lieutenant who is recently coming to grips with the fact I like other men so I would say, telling my best friend Michael of my desires would be a fair way to say it. *Squirms in chair.* I'm not ashamed, but it's been quite an enlightening experience. I hope to have a certain man get me through it though. *rubs hands together*
Maybe it would help if your author could see firsthand what it's like from where you sit. If you could pull her into your world, what do you think would happen to her? If I pulled BL in, she and Nathan, the MC, would get along great. She is so much fun and down to earth. She's a true party girl. She's already told me that she'd like to watch us have sex. Quite the voyeur, that woman. I don't mind. *laughs*
LOL! Sounds like that adventure would work for everyone. She would definitely have a chance to see the real you up close and personal. Could you share a little bit of the 'real' you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?I was married to a woman, never wanted kids. Also, I like to be bossed. Don't tell Nathan that, he'll run with it.
Ahh, a secret sub? Very interesting. I promise not to tell anyone. That's an aspect I would like to check out if you were ever in our world. Tell me, if you were brought into this world, what would be your first order of business?Get rid of the national debt, dispel all kinds of discrimination. Oh you didn't say if I had super powers. I guess you may be asking me if I were to sit in a seat like Obama? Well, getting rid of world hunger would be a start. Making gay marriage legal would be there as well.
I don't know if anyone can help out with the debt thing, but that last piece of business is something I would like to see happen, too. It's long overdue! With all of the serious things out there to take care of, we can't forget "down time". What is your most favorite thing to do?Other than run, have sex with Nathan. *smiles*
Well, I'm not too sure what to say to that. Usually I hear an answer I can relate to, but baby, this lady doesn't run anywhere but late … and as far as having sex with Nathan, well maybe we can talk later. =^-^=!!Let's change that hot topic and move onto something new. So, tell me, have you ever lost control?Not yet, oh yeah, when Nathan tried to slip his finger into my ass, yeah I lost it a little. I actually liked it. *cocks an eyebrow*
Oh, my! Yeah, I can see why that would make you lose it just a bit. Other than that, what was the best sexual experience you've had?The first time Nathan and I actually made love other than the groping and jerking off was pretty damn special. Then he topped it off by telling me he loved me. That was the most important moment in our story.
I would have to say that sounds like a perfect first time with someone you care for. I am so pleased you came by today, Bryant. It's been a pleasure. Maybe sometime you can bring Nathan and we can all have a little chat…and no, I don't mean a threesome…geesh, I know how some of you think! LOL!
Please sit back and enjoy! But first, take a gander at that photo. Don't you wish you were me today? Sigh…..
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Welcome Bryant, can you tell us a little bit about your world.
It's the real world, contemporary New York. I stay in an apartment building and I have a hot neighbor that I'm trying to get close to.
I would be trying to get close to a hot neighbor too, fortunately I don't have an author deciding if that happens or not. And speaking of authors, does yours ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?Well she has tried. She wanted it to end kind of quickly and me and Nathan wouldn't allow her to do it. We wanted more sex in there as well, but she didn't want to make it so easy. I would've liked to be in bed with him a lot sooner. We dealt by just going along with it. In the end, we got what we wanted. Plus, Nathan and I will be back in one of Rawiya's books.
Now that's something to look forward to. Bryant, I get the feeling you have a great sense of humor. Is humor important? Why or why not?It is, especially in this story. It's meant to be a comedy about Nathan, the MC, letting go of his hang-ups and opening his heart to love me. He's definitely a card. Not every book has to be a serious novel. With all the hatred in the world, one needs to laugh.
A truer statement has never been made. Laughter is so very important and so is love. Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?Not at all. I know this certain someone that I'd love to get to know better and as soon as he gives me the chance then I'll tell him every day. *smiles*
Awwe, that's so sweet. I'm confident you will have your chance. Bryant, would you share with us the most interesting thing that has ever happened to you?I'm a retired Lieutenant who is recently coming to grips with the fact I like other men so I would say, telling my best friend Michael of my desires would be a fair way to say it. *Squirms in chair.* I'm not ashamed, but it's been quite an enlightening experience. I hope to have a certain man get me through it though. *rubs hands together*
Maybe it would help if your author could see firsthand what it's like from where you sit. If you could pull her into your world, what do you think would happen to her? If I pulled BL in, she and Nathan, the MC, would get along great. She is so much fun and down to earth. She's a true party girl. She's already told me that she'd like to watch us have sex. Quite the voyeur, that woman. I don't mind. *laughs*
LOL! Sounds like that adventure would work for everyone. She would definitely have a chance to see the real you up close and personal. Could you share a little bit of the 'real' you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?I was married to a woman, never wanted kids. Also, I like to be bossed. Don't tell Nathan that, he'll run with it.
Ahh, a secret sub? Very interesting. I promise not to tell anyone. That's an aspect I would like to check out if you were ever in our world. Tell me, if you were brought into this world, what would be your first order of business?Get rid of the national debt, dispel all kinds of discrimination. Oh you didn't say if I had super powers. I guess you may be asking me if I were to sit in a seat like Obama? Well, getting rid of world hunger would be a start. Making gay marriage legal would be there as well.
I don't know if anyone can help out with the debt thing, but that last piece of business is something I would like to see happen, too. It's long overdue! With all of the serious things out there to take care of, we can't forget "down time". What is your most favorite thing to do?Other than run, have sex with Nathan. *smiles*
Well, I'm not too sure what to say to that. Usually I hear an answer I can relate to, but baby, this lady doesn't run anywhere but late … and as far as having sex with Nathan, well maybe we can talk later. =^-^=!!Let's change that hot topic and move onto something new. So, tell me, have you ever lost control?Not yet, oh yeah, when Nathan tried to slip his finger into my ass, yeah I lost it a little. I actually liked it. *cocks an eyebrow*
Oh, my! Yeah, I can see why that would make you lose it just a bit. Other than that, what was the best sexual experience you've had?The first time Nathan and I actually made love other than the groping and jerking off was pretty damn special. Then he topped it off by telling me he loved me. That was the most important moment in our story.
I would have to say that sounds like a perfect first time with someone you care for. I am so pleased you came by today, Bryant. It's been a pleasure. Maybe sometime you can bring Nathan and we can all have a little chat…and no, I don't mean a threesome…geesh, I know how some of you think! LOL!
May 3, 2011
What a nice turnout we had yesterday!! It's no secre...
What a nice turnout we had yesterday!!
It's no secret that the famous triad has many fans and today we are going to please them ALL!! It's best that you not ask how we managed this (If we told you we would have to kill you) but believe it or not, all three members are here and answering questions. And, without the aid of a psychotherapist, well not unless you count me and we all know how crazy that would be, right?
We have a lot going on today, so I won't hold it up any longer...
[image error] WELCOME, Michael, Rawiya and BLMorticia!!!
Thank you for having us Robin.
Michael in grey, Rawiya in red, BLMorticia in turquoise
What has been your biggest influence on becoming a writer?MM: I believe all of us would say that we were influenced by the uniqueness around us and the things we've gotten involved in. From being surrounded by different types of people as well as learning new things as we've went along. Rawiya: Well said M. BL: I would add that all of us have influences that are very similar. Despite the fact we're 3 different muses, we do share a lot of the same ideas, just not the same styles.
How did you feel when you got your first publishing contract?BL: Like I had been cumming. Very orgasmic. (Smokes cigarette)Rawiya: I was very excited. I screamed at the top of my lungs! Hugged my husband and thought, okay maybe I can do this. MM: I called my best friends as well as Rawiya and BL who were ecstatic about my success. I also thought I could finally do something to contribute to the world. This was my voice, through my written works.
How do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?*All three nod* MM: Pansters, all of us. We all write a general idea down along with characters, maybe a few details about their personalities. If it's something we must work on that moment, then we do it right away. Otherwise it goes in the idea book or the laptop WIP folder.
What makes a book great in your eyes?Rawiya: Believable characters with a different slant on the storyline. All of them have pretty much been overdone, but how do you present it to your audience. MM: I agree, as well as complete thoughts. I tend to be a little long winded when I write so, I might explain things a little more than most. Hopefully I don't bore you with backstory but I attempt to get some kind of emotion out of you about my characters.BL: I would say one that surprises you, isn't predictable. I definitely agree with the others but a book that keeps me wondering what will happen next is in my mind a great read.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?*all laugh* MM: Is this a trick question? Um, I happen to like watching Nickelodeon cartoons and TV shows. They're really cute.Rawiya: I would say that as well, plus I still love to going through all of my collectables from my favorite band from time to time. *wink*BL: I don't feel guilty about anything I do because I'm a bad girl. I do what I like and that brings me pleasure. If it doesn't give me some kind of happiness, that's when I feel guilty and ask myself, why the fuck did I do that?
Name one thing readers don't know about you.MM: I really do have a sense of humor.Rawiya: I have secret fantasies of being whisked away on a private island to be pampered and sexed by my own male harem.BL: Oh, a lot but you'll know more later, that's for sure.
What are you working on now?MM: What am I not? *laughs* Working on the novel series, African Sun along with a short story I'm doing for my main publisher called A Second Chance. I'm also doing a free read on the blog called, Mi Familia.Rawiya: I have an MMF I'm revising called Sweetest Taboo as well as another called Trois in Treble. Michael and I are also working on a series called the Down Low in Nola series which was formally my gay story Masquerade. BL: Right now, My Lieutenant, my gay male humor novelette as well as a straight short novella about a woman and her strap on. I'm also still doing the Wretched Series with the others as well.
If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?MM: On that Island Rawiya was talking about. *winks*Rawiya: On tour, following my musical heroes. My hubby could take care of the kids. *swoons*BL: *rolls eyes* I think I'll take that island also. Make sure there are plenty of condoms and don't forget the lube.
To date, which is your favorite story? Which one did you have the most fun writing?MM: I'd say, African Sun has been the most fun. I love throwing in those twists and turns. Rawiya: Masquerade is my favorite story I've done. I hope it will be your favorite once Michael and I find a home for it. Sugar Daddy was fun as well. BL: I have really enjoyed My Lieutenant immensely. I also am enjoying the parts of the Wretched I've written so far.
How do you go about developing your characters and setting?MM: All of us pretty much have a picture of what we want the characters to look like. We go through Google Images, the free royalty sites, and when they come up, we saved the pictures on the desktop.Rawiya: We have also used our fave musicians faces and actors as models then we begin building their personalities based on the plot. BL: Settings are part of the storyline. I would say the majority of our stories are done in major cities and because most of them are contemporary, it's pretty easy to build a story around that.
*Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup? MM: All threeRawiya: I like whipped cream the best.BL: I agree with Michael, and give me a hot man to lick it off me as well.*laughter ensues*
*What is the craziest/sexiest thing you have ever done in public?MM: Nothing…Rawiya: *laughs* Um, I did have sex in a car once…BL: What haven't I done? Oh a little of everything. It's a good thing there's no warrant for my arrest as far as public displays of affection or indecent exposure!
Well this has to have been the most colorful interview I've ever done, if not because of the fonts, then certainly because of the fantastic guests!I'm so pleased you all came and were such good sports! The rest of the week is sure to be just as much fun, I'm sure!I can hardly wait!!
It's no secret that the famous triad has many fans and today we are going to please them ALL!! It's best that you not ask how we managed this (If we told you we would have to kill you) but believe it or not, all three members are here and answering questions. And, without the aid of a psychotherapist, well not unless you count me and we all know how crazy that would be, right?
We have a lot going on today, so I won't hold it up any longer...
[image error] WELCOME, Michael, Rawiya and BLMorticia!!!
Thank you for having us Robin.
Michael in grey, Rawiya in red, BLMorticia in turquoise
What has been your biggest influence on becoming a writer?MM: I believe all of us would say that we were influenced by the uniqueness around us and the things we've gotten involved in. From being surrounded by different types of people as well as learning new things as we've went along. Rawiya: Well said M. BL: I would add that all of us have influences that are very similar. Despite the fact we're 3 different muses, we do share a lot of the same ideas, just not the same styles.
How did you feel when you got your first publishing contract?BL: Like I had been cumming. Very orgasmic. (Smokes cigarette)Rawiya: I was very excited. I screamed at the top of my lungs! Hugged my husband and thought, okay maybe I can do this. MM: I called my best friends as well as Rawiya and BL who were ecstatic about my success. I also thought I could finally do something to contribute to the world. This was my voice, through my written works.
How do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?*All three nod* MM: Pansters, all of us. We all write a general idea down along with characters, maybe a few details about their personalities. If it's something we must work on that moment, then we do it right away. Otherwise it goes in the idea book or the laptop WIP folder.
What makes a book great in your eyes?Rawiya: Believable characters with a different slant on the storyline. All of them have pretty much been overdone, but how do you present it to your audience. MM: I agree, as well as complete thoughts. I tend to be a little long winded when I write so, I might explain things a little more than most. Hopefully I don't bore you with backstory but I attempt to get some kind of emotion out of you about my characters.BL: I would say one that surprises you, isn't predictable. I definitely agree with the others but a book that keeps me wondering what will happen next is in my mind a great read.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?*all laugh* MM: Is this a trick question? Um, I happen to like watching Nickelodeon cartoons and TV shows. They're really cute.Rawiya: I would say that as well, plus I still love to going through all of my collectables from my favorite band from time to time. *wink*BL: I don't feel guilty about anything I do because I'm a bad girl. I do what I like and that brings me pleasure. If it doesn't give me some kind of happiness, that's when I feel guilty and ask myself, why the fuck did I do that?
Name one thing readers don't know about you.MM: I really do have a sense of humor.Rawiya: I have secret fantasies of being whisked away on a private island to be pampered and sexed by my own male harem.BL: Oh, a lot but you'll know more later, that's for sure.
What are you working on now?MM: What am I not? *laughs* Working on the novel series, African Sun along with a short story I'm doing for my main publisher called A Second Chance. I'm also doing a free read on the blog called, Mi Familia.Rawiya: I have an MMF I'm revising called Sweetest Taboo as well as another called Trois in Treble. Michael and I are also working on a series called the Down Low in Nola series which was formally my gay story Masquerade. BL: Right now, My Lieutenant, my gay male humor novelette as well as a straight short novella about a woman and her strap on. I'm also still doing the Wretched Series with the others as well.
If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?MM: On that Island Rawiya was talking about. *winks*Rawiya: On tour, following my musical heroes. My hubby could take care of the kids. *swoons*BL: *rolls eyes* I think I'll take that island also. Make sure there are plenty of condoms and don't forget the lube.
To date, which is your favorite story? Which one did you have the most fun writing?MM: I'd say, African Sun has been the most fun. I love throwing in those twists and turns. Rawiya: Masquerade is my favorite story I've done. I hope it will be your favorite once Michael and I find a home for it. Sugar Daddy was fun as well. BL: I have really enjoyed My Lieutenant immensely. I also am enjoying the parts of the Wretched I've written so far.
How do you go about developing your characters and setting?MM: All of us pretty much have a picture of what we want the characters to look like. We go through Google Images, the free royalty sites, and when they come up, we saved the pictures on the desktop.Rawiya: We have also used our fave musicians faces and actors as models then we begin building their personalities based on the plot. BL: Settings are part of the storyline. I would say the majority of our stories are done in major cities and because most of them are contemporary, it's pretty easy to build a story around that.
*Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup? MM: All threeRawiya: I like whipped cream the best.BL: I agree with Michael, and give me a hot man to lick it off me as well.*laughter ensues*
*What is the craziest/sexiest thing you have ever done in public?MM: Nothing…Rawiya: *laughs* Um, I did have sex in a car once…BL: What haven't I done? Oh a little of everything. It's a good thing there's no warrant for my arrest as far as public displays of affection or indecent exposure!
Well this has to have been the most colorful interview I've ever done, if not because of the fonts, then certainly because of the fantastic guests!I'm so pleased you all came and were such good sports! The rest of the week is sure to be just as much fun, I'm sure!I can hardly wait!!
May 2, 2011
Guest Spotlight Author Michael Mandrake
Hold on to your seat folks!! This week is about to get interesting as I welcome a well respected friend and author, Michael Mandrake!!
The best way to spotlight this particular author would be to first explain the power of the TRIAD...
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The Triad, otherwise known as the characters in the head of Sharita Lira are three separate muses that are the driving force behind her small amount of success. Misses Lira sees her own life as one that is very ordinary, so instead of presenting herself out to the world, she created three personalities that continue to haunt her all hours of the night to get several WIP's done at the speed of light, and push her to the brink of sheer exhaustion, but she loves it and that's the reason she hasn't told them to get out of her head.
All three have seen some rewards for their efforts. Michael Mandrake has achieved the most notoriety so far, with his sole author book "The True Meaning of Love" from XOXO publishing.
Let's take a look...
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Blurb: Brandon McFerry and London Davies are a couple that has been together six years. Afterhaving an argument over the importance of Brandon's event at his art gallery versus London's party at his club, London is involved in a serious car accident that makes him temporarily incapacitated. During his rehabilitation, Brandon and London will learn the true meaning of love thus bringing them closer together.
Buylink Also available at Amazon, Are, Bookstrand, and 9Clouds Marketing True Meaning Trailer
ExcerptThis particular morning, the couple was having an argument because London had business that needed his attention at the bar. Brandon was having an exclusive opening for his latest works of art and he wanted his lover to be there at his side. "What, what did you just say?" Brandon yelled at London Davies from the kitchen, while pouring himself a glass of orange juice. London was in the bathroom rinsing his mouth. "I said; I need to work early. I won't be able to attend your party tonight. There's some high profile celebrities coming in after a movie premiere, and I need to be there to make sure things are perfect." Brandon shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Baby, c'mon. I told you about this way in advance. I mean, why don't you have James take care of everything while you come to the gallery." In disgust, Brandon slammed the door to the stainless steel fridge. London looked in the mirror, checking his laugh lines. "Honey, I'm sorry. As much as I like James, I would feel more comfortable being there, overseeing instead of leaving him to do everything." After switching off the light, he walked approximately another twenty feet before coming upon the Italian style kitchen. It was state of the art with updated appliances to go along with the one of a kind, murals on the walls depicting the valleys of Sicily. London's mom was Sicilian, and was a great cook as he was; such was the reason it was decorated that way. London trotted behind, his younger lover kissing him on the cheek. "Baby…please, understand, I just can't leave James to do this alone. If the people coming to my place tonight aren't happy, it could ruin my reputation." Brandon stepped away from London's embrace; he did not turn around; after finishing the contents of his glass, he said, "London, your rep is more important than your love for me, your partner." London reached out for Brandon's shoulders, "Hon, don't say that. You know whatever you do is more important to me than anything I do at the club…" "Then why not entrust James with the party and come to the gallery…" "Love, I just explained to you that I can't. If these big time famous people weren't coming this evening, then I would be more than happy to be at your show tonight. Besides hon, you have gotten nothing but good reviews for your work; I know it will be a success."
Be sure to come back each day this week!! We have a full in-depth spotlight in store and plenty of tasty excerpts, interviews and maybe even a surprise or two!!
The best way to spotlight this particular author would be to first explain the power of the TRIAD...
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The Triad, otherwise known as the characters in the head of Sharita Lira are three separate muses that are the driving force behind her small amount of success. Misses Lira sees her own life as one that is very ordinary, so instead of presenting herself out to the world, she created three personalities that continue to haunt her all hours of the night to get several WIP's done at the speed of light, and push her to the brink of sheer exhaustion, but she loves it and that's the reason she hasn't told them to get out of her head.
All three have seen some rewards for their efforts. Michael Mandrake has achieved the most notoriety so far, with his sole author book "The True Meaning of Love" from XOXO publishing.
Let's take a look...
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Blurb: Brandon McFerry and London Davies are a couple that has been together six years. Afterhaving an argument over the importance of Brandon's event at his art gallery versus London's party at his club, London is involved in a serious car accident that makes him temporarily incapacitated. During his rehabilitation, Brandon and London will learn the true meaning of love thus bringing them closer together.
Buylink Also available at Amazon, Are, Bookstrand, and 9Clouds Marketing True Meaning Trailer
ExcerptThis particular morning, the couple was having an argument because London had business that needed his attention at the bar. Brandon was having an exclusive opening for his latest works of art and he wanted his lover to be there at his side. "What, what did you just say?" Brandon yelled at London Davies from the kitchen, while pouring himself a glass of orange juice. London was in the bathroom rinsing his mouth. "I said; I need to work early. I won't be able to attend your party tonight. There's some high profile celebrities coming in after a movie premiere, and I need to be there to make sure things are perfect." Brandon shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Baby, c'mon. I told you about this way in advance. I mean, why don't you have James take care of everything while you come to the gallery." In disgust, Brandon slammed the door to the stainless steel fridge. London looked in the mirror, checking his laugh lines. "Honey, I'm sorry. As much as I like James, I would feel more comfortable being there, overseeing instead of leaving him to do everything." After switching off the light, he walked approximately another twenty feet before coming upon the Italian style kitchen. It was state of the art with updated appliances to go along with the one of a kind, murals on the walls depicting the valleys of Sicily. London's mom was Sicilian, and was a great cook as he was; such was the reason it was decorated that way. London trotted behind, his younger lover kissing him on the cheek. "Baby…please, understand, I just can't leave James to do this alone. If the people coming to my place tonight aren't happy, it could ruin my reputation." Brandon stepped away from London's embrace; he did not turn around; after finishing the contents of his glass, he said, "London, your rep is more important than your love for me, your partner." London reached out for Brandon's shoulders, "Hon, don't say that. You know whatever you do is more important to me than anything I do at the club…" "Then why not entrust James with the party and come to the gallery…" "Love, I just explained to you that I can't. If these big time famous people weren't coming this evening, then I would be more than happy to be at your show tonight. Besides hon, you have gotten nothing but good reviews for your work; I know it will be a success."
Be sure to come back each day this week!! We have a full in-depth spotlight in store and plenty of tasty excerpts, interviews and maybe even a surprise or two!!
April 30, 2011
WHISKEY ROAD
My new release, "WHISKEY ROAD" will be available exclusively from TRAPEZIUM eBOOK bookstore, May 1st!!
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Joanna Sutton owned one of the last remaining genuine saloons left in East Texas. The Whiskey Road Saloon was a legend that stood alone against the fancy nightclubs that ruled the surrounding counties with their overpriced, watered down liquor and flashy star studded themes. She held her own, though, and the backwoods icon withstood the test of time. Now if she could have only said the same about her love life, specifically her crumbling marriage. While she put her heart and soul into seeing to it that her late father-in-law's dream remained true to his vision, her husband's ambition and climb to the top of the food chain as Assistant District Attorney, left her alone more often than not.Just at the point of giving up on love, calling it quits and cutting her losses, a handsome man wandered into the bar one fateful evening, offering her a chance at a new beginning and a fresh shot at love. Could she see past all the pain and disappointment and give love a fighting chance, or has her time for happiness blown away like the dust in the wind?
One man, one woman, one night ... and only one shot to finally get it right!
Adult Excerpt:
His intense stare bore into her as he concentrated on her eyes, not at all on what his hand was doing to her body. Jo writhed beneath him and bit her bottom lip as her breathing became labored. She fisted the bed sheets tightly in her hands as her body began to climax. Not once did Trey take his eyes off hers. Instead, his brows furrowed as a sense of determination gripped his beautiful face. The more excited and out of control Jo became, the farther Trey's chest heaved and his breathing increased. The pressure grew and then he did something completely unexpected. He stopped. Jo shook her head, trying to collect her senses, and she glared up at him, concerned. Trey got to his feet and stood at the bottom of the bed. She eyed him closely. What the hell is he doing? Why did he stop? She honestly thought she would lose her mind if he left her hanging like this. Trey reached for one of the champagne glasses and the bowl of iced down strawberries. Tilting his head back, he sipped it, then guided her to him and offered her a taste as well. Tiny bubbles tickled her nose as champagne often does and she giggled as she rubbed the tingles away. Trey leaned into her and kissed the tip of her nose. Jo gasped and sucked in gulps of air as her entire body flew into shock the instant he surprised her by pouring the contents of the champagne glass down her chest. Freezing streams trickled down her breasts and dripped from her rock hard nipples.Trey joined her and licked away as the liquid continued to spread across her gooseflesh riddled skin. "You monster," she growled, followed by a deep, devilish laugh. She loved the thrill.
"WHISKEY ROAD" get it at Trapezium eBookshttp://www.trapeziumebooks.com/
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Joanna Sutton owned one of the last remaining genuine saloons left in East Texas. The Whiskey Road Saloon was a legend that stood alone against the fancy nightclubs that ruled the surrounding counties with their overpriced, watered down liquor and flashy star studded themes. She held her own, though, and the backwoods icon withstood the test of time. Now if she could have only said the same about her love life, specifically her crumbling marriage. While she put her heart and soul into seeing to it that her late father-in-law's dream remained true to his vision, her husband's ambition and climb to the top of the food chain as Assistant District Attorney, left her alone more often than not.Just at the point of giving up on love, calling it quits and cutting her losses, a handsome man wandered into the bar one fateful evening, offering her a chance at a new beginning and a fresh shot at love. Could she see past all the pain and disappointment and give love a fighting chance, or has her time for happiness blown away like the dust in the wind?
One man, one woman, one night ... and only one shot to finally get it right!
Adult Excerpt:
His intense stare bore into her as he concentrated on her eyes, not at all on what his hand was doing to her body. Jo writhed beneath him and bit her bottom lip as her breathing became labored. She fisted the bed sheets tightly in her hands as her body began to climax. Not once did Trey take his eyes off hers. Instead, his brows furrowed as a sense of determination gripped his beautiful face. The more excited and out of control Jo became, the farther Trey's chest heaved and his breathing increased. The pressure grew and then he did something completely unexpected. He stopped. Jo shook her head, trying to collect her senses, and she glared up at him, concerned. Trey got to his feet and stood at the bottom of the bed. She eyed him closely. What the hell is he doing? Why did he stop? She honestly thought she would lose her mind if he left her hanging like this. Trey reached for one of the champagne glasses and the bowl of iced down strawberries. Tilting his head back, he sipped it, then guided her to him and offered her a taste as well. Tiny bubbles tickled her nose as champagne often does and she giggled as she rubbed the tingles away. Trey leaned into her and kissed the tip of her nose. Jo gasped and sucked in gulps of air as her entire body flew into shock the instant he surprised her by pouring the contents of the champagne glass down her chest. Freezing streams trickled down her breasts and dripped from her rock hard nipples.Trey joined her and licked away as the liquid continued to spread across her gooseflesh riddled skin. "You monster," she growled, followed by a deep, devilish laugh. She loved the thrill.
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April 29, 2011
Guest Spotlight Author ~ Cindy Spencer Pape
They say you're never too old to learn and this week I've learned a lot.
One of the things I've learned is that the world of publishing never slows down and is never limited by unattainable potential to push boundaries.
As long as an idea, concept or dream is born in the mind of a writer, the sky is the limit and the imagination remains miraculously wondrous.
I've also learned that with the exception of actual time travel, if it weren't for the talent of super creative authors, new worlds would never be possible to visit and explore.
We've had a great week of romance and exploration here at "Sealed with a Kiss" and we owe a big thank you to author's like Cindy Spencer Pape for sharing a fragment of her vivid imagination with us.
Although we hate to see her go, we're so glad to know that she is off to spread more of the new world she's created in the Gaslight Chronicles with other blogs and readers. She's not selfish so we won't be either.
Cindy is leaving us today, but she's leaving a part of herself behind with one last excerpt from "Photographs & Phantoms" ... Enjoy!!!
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Photographs & Phantoms A Gaslight Chronicles NovellaAvailable as a Free Download from Carina Press or Amazon.com Click here to download.
Excerpt 2: PG
"Your great-uncle would like to meet you. He's a little intimidating, but I think you'll get along just fine." Kendall knew he shouldn't but he let his hand linger on her face, tracing her cheek and the line of her chin. "He's actually quite a pleasant old man, once you get past the fact that he could turn you into a newt.""He can do what?" she started to shriek, then burst into laughter when his shoulders began to shake. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" She smacked him lightly on the shoulder with one hand, which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip his arm around her waist and tug her closer, until she tumbled into his lap.Magick? Fate? Simple attraction? Kendall honestly couldn't have told anyone why he did it. He just knew pulling her close was something he needed to do. The next was kissing her senseless.Her slight squeak of surprise when his lips closed on hers allowed him to escalate the kiss rather more quickly than he otherwise might. Sliding his tongue into her mouth was the most natural thing he'd ever done.Amy stiffened slightly as if in surprise, before softening against him. Her fingers dug into his upper arms, holding him close rather than pushing him away. After a little while, she began to mimic his actions, her own tongue darting and exploring alongside his.Her backside in his lap put just enough pressure on his groin to tantalize, but not enough to relieve the building tension. Her curves were protected by layers of clothing and the rigid boning of her corset, so running his hands along her spine and sides became an exercise in frustration as their lips and tongues slid together. Their awkward position, however, left her hoops pointing straight upward, giving him unexpected access to her legs beneath her skirts. He'd slid one hand up under her petticoat along her thin silk stocking-covered calf and was beginning to cruise up the rounded curve of her thigh when she gasped, breaking the kiss and allowing reality to crash in to Kendall's consciousness.Kissing a gently bred young woman was a dangerous pastime at best. Shoving his hands under the skirts of Lord Drood's great-niece was just asking for a quick trip to the altar—if not some even more unpleasant fate."I'm sorry," he began, his voice husky as she slid off his lap and straightened her clothing. "I didn't mean…" What? He had meant to kiss her. He just hadn't planned on it. What the hell was the right thing to say?* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR: You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com, Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter, and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by Here Be Magic, and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
Thanks so much to Robin for having me visit this week and to everyone who stopped by! Have a great weekend!
One of the things I've learned is that the world of publishing never slows down and is never limited by unattainable potential to push boundaries.
As long as an idea, concept or dream is born in the mind of a writer, the sky is the limit and the imagination remains miraculously wondrous.
I've also learned that with the exception of actual time travel, if it weren't for the talent of super creative authors, new worlds would never be possible to visit and explore.
We've had a great week of romance and exploration here at "Sealed with a Kiss" and we owe a big thank you to author's like Cindy Spencer Pape for sharing a fragment of her vivid imagination with us.
Although we hate to see her go, we're so glad to know that she is off to spread more of the new world she's created in the Gaslight Chronicles with other blogs and readers. She's not selfish so we won't be either.
Cindy is leaving us today, but she's leaving a part of herself behind with one last excerpt from "Photographs & Phantoms" ... Enjoy!!!
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Photographs & Phantoms A Gaslight Chronicles NovellaAvailable as a Free Download from Carina Press or Amazon.com Click here to download.
Excerpt 2: PG
"Your great-uncle would like to meet you. He's a little intimidating, but I think you'll get along just fine." Kendall knew he shouldn't but he let his hand linger on her face, tracing her cheek and the line of her chin. "He's actually quite a pleasant old man, once you get past the fact that he could turn you into a newt.""He can do what?" she started to shriek, then burst into laughter when his shoulders began to shake. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" She smacked him lightly on the shoulder with one hand, which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip his arm around her waist and tug her closer, until she tumbled into his lap.Magick? Fate? Simple attraction? Kendall honestly couldn't have told anyone why he did it. He just knew pulling her close was something he needed to do. The next was kissing her senseless.Her slight squeak of surprise when his lips closed on hers allowed him to escalate the kiss rather more quickly than he otherwise might. Sliding his tongue into her mouth was the most natural thing he'd ever done.Amy stiffened slightly as if in surprise, before softening against him. Her fingers dug into his upper arms, holding him close rather than pushing him away. After a little while, she began to mimic his actions, her own tongue darting and exploring alongside his.Her backside in his lap put just enough pressure on his groin to tantalize, but not enough to relieve the building tension. Her curves were protected by layers of clothing and the rigid boning of her corset, so running his hands along her spine and sides became an exercise in frustration as their lips and tongues slid together. Their awkward position, however, left her hoops pointing straight upward, giving him unexpected access to her legs beneath her skirts. He'd slid one hand up under her petticoat along her thin silk stocking-covered calf and was beginning to cruise up the rounded curve of her thigh when she gasped, breaking the kiss and allowing reality to crash in to Kendall's consciousness.Kissing a gently bred young woman was a dangerous pastime at best. Shoving his hands under the skirts of Lord Drood's great-niece was just asking for a quick trip to the altar—if not some even more unpleasant fate."I'm sorry," he began, his voice husky as she slid off his lap and straightened her clothing. "I didn't mean…" What? He had meant to kiss her. He just hadn't planned on it. What the hell was the right thing to say?* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR: You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com, Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter, and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by Here Be Magic, and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
Thanks so much to Robin for having me visit this week and to everyone who stopped by! Have a great weekend!
April 28, 2011
Guest Spotlight Author ~ Cindy Spencer Pape
I'm so glad Cindy Spencer Pape has shared The Gaslight Chronicles with us this week. I'm not the only one learning about steampunk and I'm certainly not the only one loving it!!
Today we take another look at a great excerpt from "Steam & Sorcery", so sit back, prop your feet up and enjoy!!
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Steam & Sorcery
Gaslight Chronicles #1By Cindy Spencer PapeAvailable from Carina PressAmazon.com, and Audible.comClick here to download.
Excerpt 2: (R)
"You know, love, I think we can just go home and make our own magick." He'd come back tomorrow, during daylight hours, to investigate the place. Clearly there was real magick here, and clearly Caro was at risk, which was unacceptable. With that, he nearly dragged her out the front door, barely remembering to stop and grab their coats as they left.A few minutes later they were back in Merrick's carriage, and Caroline had climbed into Merrick's lap."You know that there was a lust spell in that building?" He was trying to be an honorable man, though he was fighting a losing battle with his own desire—especially when her fingers undid his cravat and began to work on his shirt studs. What was it about this one woman that made him forget all his principles?"I don't care. I've wanted this for days." She shoved her hands under his shirt, running her fingers through his sparse chest hair, and brought her lips down on his.He was lost. Their tongues dueled as she smoothed her hands across his chest. Merrick pushed her cape off her shoulders, then slid the short puffed sleeves of her gown down her arms, baring the entire expanse of her upper body. It was short work then, to lift one breast out over the top of her corset, to pluck and roll the swollen nipple between his fingers.Her knees straddled his thighs, and she ground down against his erection. There were far too many layers of clothing between them, but Merrick ached to feel her warm damp flesh over his. He started to slip his free hand under the hoop of her skirt, when the carriage jolted to a grinding halt, nearly catapulting Caro out of his arms and onto the floor."Attackers!" Debbins kicked the wall separating the inside of the coach from the driver's box.Instantly, Merrick set Caro down beside him on the seat. "Stay here." Unconcerned about his state of undress, he pulled a small box from under the seat and took out a pair of revolvers. One he held in his right hand, the other he held out toward Caroline. "Do you know how to use this?""A little. I've shot one, but it's been years." Still she held it properly when she reached for it, so Merrick nodded."Use it if you need to, but try not to hit me or Debbins." Then he moved back the curtain and looked out, taking stock. There was one black shadow on this side of the carriage, holding the horses. Pistol in one hand, unsheathed sword-stick in the other, Merrick eased open the door and slipped out into the night.* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR:You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com,Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter,and Facebook.You'll also want to stop byHere Be Magic,and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
Today we take another look at a great excerpt from "Steam & Sorcery", so sit back, prop your feet up and enjoy!!
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Steam & Sorcery
Gaslight Chronicles #1By Cindy Spencer PapeAvailable from Carina PressAmazon.com, and Audible.comClick here to download.
Excerpt 2: (R)
"You know, love, I think we can just go home and make our own magick." He'd come back tomorrow, during daylight hours, to investigate the place. Clearly there was real magick here, and clearly Caro was at risk, which was unacceptable. With that, he nearly dragged her out the front door, barely remembering to stop and grab their coats as they left.A few minutes later they were back in Merrick's carriage, and Caroline had climbed into Merrick's lap."You know that there was a lust spell in that building?" He was trying to be an honorable man, though he was fighting a losing battle with his own desire—especially when her fingers undid his cravat and began to work on his shirt studs. What was it about this one woman that made him forget all his principles?"I don't care. I've wanted this for days." She shoved her hands under his shirt, running her fingers through his sparse chest hair, and brought her lips down on his.He was lost. Their tongues dueled as she smoothed her hands across his chest. Merrick pushed her cape off her shoulders, then slid the short puffed sleeves of her gown down her arms, baring the entire expanse of her upper body. It was short work then, to lift one breast out over the top of her corset, to pluck and roll the swollen nipple between his fingers.Her knees straddled his thighs, and she ground down against his erection. There were far too many layers of clothing between them, but Merrick ached to feel her warm damp flesh over his. He started to slip his free hand under the hoop of her skirt, when the carriage jolted to a grinding halt, nearly catapulting Caro out of his arms and onto the floor."Attackers!" Debbins kicked the wall separating the inside of the coach from the driver's box.Instantly, Merrick set Caro down beside him on the seat. "Stay here." Unconcerned about his state of undress, he pulled a small box from under the seat and took out a pair of revolvers. One he held in his right hand, the other he held out toward Caroline. "Do you know how to use this?""A little. I've shot one, but it's been years." Still she held it properly when she reached for it, so Merrick nodded."Use it if you need to, but try not to hit me or Debbins." Then he moved back the curtain and looked out, taking stock. There was one black shadow on this side of the carriage, holding the horses. Pistol in one hand, unsheathed sword-stick in the other, Merrick eased open the door and slipped out into the night.* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR:You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com,Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter,and Facebook.You'll also want to stop byHere Be Magic,and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
April 27, 2011
Guest Spotlight Author ~ Cindy Spencer Pape
Have you had enough fun yet? I sure haven't and from what I'm gathering, neither have you!!
Cindy Spencer Pape has returned today with an excerpt from "Photographs & Phantoms" of the Gaslight Chronicles. This steampunk series has garnered a lot of attention and here's a peek at the reason why.
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Photographs & Phantoms
A Gaslight Chronicles NovellaAvailable as a Free Download from Carina Press or Amazon.com Click here to download
Excerpt 1: PG At the front door, he set his valise and trunk by the step and pressed the bell."Yes, may I help you?" A modestly dressed, middle-aged woman answered a few moments later. She had a pleasant face, showing the lines of frequent smiles and a life well lived, and blond hair fading gracefully into gray."Miss Deland?" He doubted it, but he'd been given absolutely no description to go on. All he knew was that Lord Drood's niece was a photographer. This woman, though, had no chemical stains on her fingers nor hint of developing fluid to her scent. Rather, he detected furniture polish, rosewater, roast beef and fresh shortbread. His stomach rumbled."No, dear, I'm Mrs. Bennett, the landlady." She beamed at him, wiping her hands on her apron before holding one out. "Mrs. Abigail Bennett, that is.""Kendall Lake," he replied. He wasn't in the mood to be milorded, and Lake was his family surname as well as his title. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Bennett.""Delighted, Mr. Lake. You'll find Miss Deland around back in the carriage house. Are you here to have your photo taken?""No, I'm on an errand from her uncle, I believe. Lord Drood.""Oh, how nice. You can leave your things here in the foyer and tell Amy you're welcome to stay for luncheon, dear." With that she tittered like a flirtatious debutante and held the door while he tucked his luggage inside.Kendall shook his head as he walked around the house. Amy? An awfully feminine nickname for a lady photographer. It also made her sound rather younger than the image he'd formed in his mind. Quite honestly, he expected steel-gray hair and trousers. The female descendants of Knights tended to be a little—well—odd. One theory was that the magick that ran through their bloodlines was somehow corrupted in females, and therefore erratic and unreliable.The truth was the Order hadn't trusted female mages since the days of Morgan Le Fey. Most of the younger Knights found that notion rather outdated, but Kendall had never taken much interest in it one way or the other. Order politics hadn't been something he'd particularly concerned himself with. Now, though, that his father was head of the Order, he supposed he probably should.Thinking about all of this was why he found himself standing beside the whitewashed carriage house with his walking stick raised to knock when the door opened. A mother and child, dressed in what was likely their Sunday best, whisked out the opened portal. Kendall tipped his hat and couldn't resist winking at the mischievous-looking child of about seven."Goodbye, Mrs. Nutt. Lucinda." A young woman in a simple but attractive navy day dress stood in the doorway, waving away the customers. She was hatless, with shining, honey-brown hair in a simply braided coronet. She looked up at Kendall and quirked one neat brow above a pair of remarkable eyes, so deep a blue they were almost violet, and lifted one corner of her full mouth into a half smile. "Good afternoon, sir. Why don't I believe you're here for me to take your portrait?" The accent was almost American, but softer and with a faint French overtone that matched the name Deland."Because your neighborhood tends to discourage clients with full wallets?" He found himself returning her dry tone and wry smile. A neatly lettered sign on the door said simply A. Deland, Photographer. "Or perhaps just because I'm a trifle older than the bulk of your clientele?" He'd glanced past her into the small foyer of her studio—most of the portraits hanging on the wall were of children, or families at the very least."True, though I do wedding and funeral portraits also, and landscapes. Perhaps you're about to be married?" She crossed her arms under her rather impressive bust and leaned against the doorframe. The sailor-style blouse and slim hoops of her skirts allowed her more freedom of movement than the tight bodices and wide crinolines currently in vogue among Kendall's social circle. Even in such understated clothing, he found her enchantingly feminine—except for the lines of strain that bracketed her soft lips and creased the corners of her eyes."Not that I'm aware of, Miss Deland.""And you are…?" Amusement twitched briefly at the corners of her lips."Sorry." Good God, he'd been staring like a gobsmacked lad. He held out his hand. "Kendall, Lord Lake, at your service. I believe Lord Drood told you I was coming?"* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR: You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com Blog Newsletter group Twitter and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by Here Be Magic , and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
Cindy Spencer Pape has returned today with an excerpt from "Photographs & Phantoms" of the Gaslight Chronicles. This steampunk series has garnered a lot of attention and here's a peek at the reason why.
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Photographs & Phantoms
A Gaslight Chronicles NovellaAvailable as a Free Download from Carina Press or Amazon.com Click here to download
Excerpt 1: PG At the front door, he set his valise and trunk by the step and pressed the bell."Yes, may I help you?" A modestly dressed, middle-aged woman answered a few moments later. She had a pleasant face, showing the lines of frequent smiles and a life well lived, and blond hair fading gracefully into gray."Miss Deland?" He doubted it, but he'd been given absolutely no description to go on. All he knew was that Lord Drood's niece was a photographer. This woman, though, had no chemical stains on her fingers nor hint of developing fluid to her scent. Rather, he detected furniture polish, rosewater, roast beef and fresh shortbread. His stomach rumbled."No, dear, I'm Mrs. Bennett, the landlady." She beamed at him, wiping her hands on her apron before holding one out. "Mrs. Abigail Bennett, that is.""Kendall Lake," he replied. He wasn't in the mood to be milorded, and Lake was his family surname as well as his title. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Bennett.""Delighted, Mr. Lake. You'll find Miss Deland around back in the carriage house. Are you here to have your photo taken?""No, I'm on an errand from her uncle, I believe. Lord Drood.""Oh, how nice. You can leave your things here in the foyer and tell Amy you're welcome to stay for luncheon, dear." With that she tittered like a flirtatious debutante and held the door while he tucked his luggage inside.Kendall shook his head as he walked around the house. Amy? An awfully feminine nickname for a lady photographer. It also made her sound rather younger than the image he'd formed in his mind. Quite honestly, he expected steel-gray hair and trousers. The female descendants of Knights tended to be a little—well—odd. One theory was that the magick that ran through their bloodlines was somehow corrupted in females, and therefore erratic and unreliable.The truth was the Order hadn't trusted female mages since the days of Morgan Le Fey. Most of the younger Knights found that notion rather outdated, but Kendall had never taken much interest in it one way or the other. Order politics hadn't been something he'd particularly concerned himself with. Now, though, that his father was head of the Order, he supposed he probably should.Thinking about all of this was why he found himself standing beside the whitewashed carriage house with his walking stick raised to knock when the door opened. A mother and child, dressed in what was likely their Sunday best, whisked out the opened portal. Kendall tipped his hat and couldn't resist winking at the mischievous-looking child of about seven."Goodbye, Mrs. Nutt. Lucinda." A young woman in a simple but attractive navy day dress stood in the doorway, waving away the customers. She was hatless, with shining, honey-brown hair in a simply braided coronet. She looked up at Kendall and quirked one neat brow above a pair of remarkable eyes, so deep a blue they were almost violet, and lifted one corner of her full mouth into a half smile. "Good afternoon, sir. Why don't I believe you're here for me to take your portrait?" The accent was almost American, but softer and with a faint French overtone that matched the name Deland."Because your neighborhood tends to discourage clients with full wallets?" He found himself returning her dry tone and wry smile. A neatly lettered sign on the door said simply A. Deland, Photographer. "Or perhaps just because I'm a trifle older than the bulk of your clientele?" He'd glanced past her into the small foyer of her studio—most of the portraits hanging on the wall were of children, or families at the very least."True, though I do wedding and funeral portraits also, and landscapes. Perhaps you're about to be married?" She crossed her arms under her rather impressive bust and leaned against the doorframe. The sailor-style blouse and slim hoops of her skirts allowed her more freedom of movement than the tight bodices and wide crinolines currently in vogue among Kendall's social circle. Even in such understated clothing, he found her enchantingly feminine—except for the lines of strain that bracketed her soft lips and creased the corners of her eyes."Not that I'm aware of, Miss Deland.""And you are…?" Amusement twitched briefly at the corners of her lips."Sorry." Good God, he'd been staring like a gobsmacked lad. He held out his hand. "Kendall, Lord Lake, at your service. I believe Lord Drood told you I was coming?"* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR: You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com Blog Newsletter group Twitter and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by Here Be Magic , and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
April 26, 2011
Guest Spotlight Author ~ Cindy Spencer Pape
I hope you're enjoying this exciting week. For those of you who have commented on Facebook and Twitter, thank you for your interest. I'm sure Cindy is glad to know how eager you are to read this novella.
As I said yesterday, I will take up as little of your time as possible, allowing Cindy to run the show. Don't you just love this cover, I sure do!! Enjoy!!
[image error] Steam & Sorcery Gaslight Chronicles #1By Cindy Spencer PapeAvailable from Carina PressAmazon.com, and Audible.comClick here to download.
Excerpt 1: (PG)
Mayfair, London, February 1851 "We live in an age where people can travel on ships that fly through the air." The sharp rap of an umbrella point on the wooden floor of the carriage punctuated the sentence. "Where a machine can calculate the distance between the stars in less time than it takes you to tie your cravat. I fail to comprehend why, in such an otherwise enlightened era, your ridiculously hidebound Order of the Round Table should refuse to admit female Knights.""You answered your own question, aunt, when you said the words 'ridiculously hidebound.'" Sir Merrick Hadrian smiled across the coach at his aunt Dorothy, the woman who had more or less raised him since his mother's death when he was six, despite the fact that she was only eight years his senior. This argument was as old and comfortable as his favorite walking boots. "I am in complete agreement with you that the Order of the Round Table is a stodgy and backward organization, so arguing with me is pointless.""Then do something about it." There was another thump from the umbrella."I am merely a foot soldier, aunt. I assure you, my opinion is well known among my superiors." And it was one of the reasons Merrick hadn't advanced into the inner circle of the Knights' leadership. Not that he minded. He was still young and hale enough to prefer fieldwork."Yes, but as those fuddy-duddies die off and retire, you will gain power. I want you to promise me you'll work to open the doors. Mathematics, the sciences, engineering—all these professions are slowly proving that women can and do make valid contributions. Law and medicine cannot be far behind."Merrick idly wondered if Dorothy had a shrine in her room to Ada, Lady Lovelace, whose work with Lord Babbage on his analytical engine had both changed the world technologically, and proven beyond doubt that women were the intellectual equals of men."You know very well, nephew, I was born with just as much innate ability as some of those striplings we met at the MacKays' ball last evening.""In deductive reasoning, as well as in magickal power." It was easy to agree with her as she was right. Sir William MacKay was Merrick's friend and mentor, but Merrick hadn't been at all impressed by Sir William's latest recruits to the Order. "Hell, probably even in swordplay."Dorothy grinned back at him, her brown eyes, a mirror image of his own, lighting in affection. "Good lad." She patted him on the cheek as if he wasn't thirty-five years old, just as the carriage rolled to a halt in front of her favorite ladies' lending library.Merrick leapt out of the coach to help her down. Not that she needed it, of course, but manners were still manners, after all. The cold snap they'd been enduring had left small patches of ice on the road, and he made sure his footing was solid before he held out his hand for Dorothy to alight.Once on the pavement, his aunt leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for the lift, dear. I'll see you at four."Before Merrick could reply, he heard the sound of scurrying footsteps, then a little shriek just before someone slammed into his shoulder. He let go of his aunt and spun to catch the woman who slipped about in thin-soled boots. A strange jolt ran up from the point where his gloved hand clamped down on her arm, through a threadbare woolen coat. Magick?"Caroline, dear, are you all right?" Dorothy moved around Merrick to help right the younger woman. Since Dorothy was tall and sturdily built, the petite, bespectacled blonde was rather dwarfed between Merrick and his aunt."I'm fine, Miss Hadrian, thank you. I was just afraid I was running late." Her breath misted as the girl gasped. "Mrs. Wemberly needed me to run some errands on the way here.""Thereby reducing your half-day by an hour or more. Wretched woman." Dorothy shook her head. "There ought to be laws about that sort of thing.""It's fine." The voice was sweetly feminine and her face was young and pretty. Behind her silver-rimmed spectacles, her eyes were a vibrant green. The tendril of hair that had escaped from the ugly gray bonnet was fine and golden-blond. The faintest scent of lavender and rose petal soap wafted up from her smooth skin as she looked at him.Merrick shook himself mentally. He had no business being attracted to one of Dorothy's bluestocking friends. He wasn't ready to settle down and marry, and this girl didn't look like the kind for dalliance."Merrick, I'd like you to meet Miss Caroline Bristol. Caroline, this is my nephew, Sir Merrick Hadrian." Dorothy's introduction cut through his daze.He took the lady's hand and bowed politely. "Delighted, Miss Bristol.""Likewise, Sir Merrick." She bobbed in a brief hint of a curtsey."Well, we must get inside or the reading circle will begin without us." Dorothy beamed at the younger woman. "Merrick, I think we can give Miss Bristol a ride home at four, don't you? Those boots of hers look soaked through.""Of course, aunt." He took both ladies' arms, escorted them up the marble steps to the library, and then he tipped his hat and waited until they'd gone in before climbing back into his carriage. As his coachman drove along the rutted London road Merrick couldn't stop thinking about the young woman he'd just met. Had the jolt he felt been mere attraction? Or had there been genuine magick at work? He wasn't sure which idea was more disturbing.
* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR: You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com, Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter, and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by Here Be Magic, and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
As I said yesterday, I will take up as little of your time as possible, allowing Cindy to run the show. Don't you just love this cover, I sure do!! Enjoy!!
[image error] Steam & Sorcery Gaslight Chronicles #1By Cindy Spencer PapeAvailable from Carina PressAmazon.com, and Audible.comClick here to download.
Excerpt 1: (PG)
Mayfair, London, February 1851 "We live in an age where people can travel on ships that fly through the air." The sharp rap of an umbrella point on the wooden floor of the carriage punctuated the sentence. "Where a machine can calculate the distance between the stars in less time than it takes you to tie your cravat. I fail to comprehend why, in such an otherwise enlightened era, your ridiculously hidebound Order of the Round Table should refuse to admit female Knights.""You answered your own question, aunt, when you said the words 'ridiculously hidebound.'" Sir Merrick Hadrian smiled across the coach at his aunt Dorothy, the woman who had more or less raised him since his mother's death when he was six, despite the fact that she was only eight years his senior. This argument was as old and comfortable as his favorite walking boots. "I am in complete agreement with you that the Order of the Round Table is a stodgy and backward organization, so arguing with me is pointless.""Then do something about it." There was another thump from the umbrella."I am merely a foot soldier, aunt. I assure you, my opinion is well known among my superiors." And it was one of the reasons Merrick hadn't advanced into the inner circle of the Knights' leadership. Not that he minded. He was still young and hale enough to prefer fieldwork."Yes, but as those fuddy-duddies die off and retire, you will gain power. I want you to promise me you'll work to open the doors. Mathematics, the sciences, engineering—all these professions are slowly proving that women can and do make valid contributions. Law and medicine cannot be far behind."Merrick idly wondered if Dorothy had a shrine in her room to Ada, Lady Lovelace, whose work with Lord Babbage on his analytical engine had both changed the world technologically, and proven beyond doubt that women were the intellectual equals of men."You know very well, nephew, I was born with just as much innate ability as some of those striplings we met at the MacKays' ball last evening.""In deductive reasoning, as well as in magickal power." It was easy to agree with her as she was right. Sir William MacKay was Merrick's friend and mentor, but Merrick hadn't been at all impressed by Sir William's latest recruits to the Order. "Hell, probably even in swordplay."Dorothy grinned back at him, her brown eyes, a mirror image of his own, lighting in affection. "Good lad." She patted him on the cheek as if he wasn't thirty-five years old, just as the carriage rolled to a halt in front of her favorite ladies' lending library.Merrick leapt out of the coach to help her down. Not that she needed it, of course, but manners were still manners, after all. The cold snap they'd been enduring had left small patches of ice on the road, and he made sure his footing was solid before he held out his hand for Dorothy to alight.Once on the pavement, his aunt leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for the lift, dear. I'll see you at four."Before Merrick could reply, he heard the sound of scurrying footsteps, then a little shriek just before someone slammed into his shoulder. He let go of his aunt and spun to catch the woman who slipped about in thin-soled boots. A strange jolt ran up from the point where his gloved hand clamped down on her arm, through a threadbare woolen coat. Magick?"Caroline, dear, are you all right?" Dorothy moved around Merrick to help right the younger woman. Since Dorothy was tall and sturdily built, the petite, bespectacled blonde was rather dwarfed between Merrick and his aunt."I'm fine, Miss Hadrian, thank you. I was just afraid I was running late." Her breath misted as the girl gasped. "Mrs. Wemberly needed me to run some errands on the way here.""Thereby reducing your half-day by an hour or more. Wretched woman." Dorothy shook her head. "There ought to be laws about that sort of thing.""It's fine." The voice was sweetly feminine and her face was young and pretty. Behind her silver-rimmed spectacles, her eyes were a vibrant green. The tendril of hair that had escaped from the ugly gray bonnet was fine and golden-blond. The faintest scent of lavender and rose petal soap wafted up from her smooth skin as she looked at him.Merrick shook himself mentally. He had no business being attracted to one of Dorothy's bluestocking friends. He wasn't ready to settle down and marry, and this girl didn't look like the kind for dalliance."Merrick, I'd like you to meet Miss Caroline Bristol. Caroline, this is my nephew, Sir Merrick Hadrian." Dorothy's introduction cut through his daze.He took the lady's hand and bowed politely. "Delighted, Miss Bristol.""Likewise, Sir Merrick." She bobbed in a brief hint of a curtsey."Well, we must get inside or the reading circle will begin without us." Dorothy beamed at the younger woman. "Merrick, I think we can give Miss Bristol a ride home at four, don't you? Those boots of hers look soaked through.""Of course, aunt." He took both ladies' arms, escorted them up the marble steps to the library, and then he tipped his hat and waited until they'd gone in before climbing back into his carriage. As his coachman drove along the rutted London road Merrick couldn't stop thinking about the young woman he'd just met. Had the jolt he felt been mere attraction? Or had there been genuine magick at work? He wasn't sure which idea was more disturbing.
* * *ABOUT THE AUTHOR: You can find Cindy Spencer Pape on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com, Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter, and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by Here Be Magic, and check out the week-long contest for a steampunk ring.
April 25, 2011
Guest Spotlight Author ~ Cindy Spencer Pape
This week I am so pleased that one of my favorite authors agreed to come back to share her latest baby, "The Gaslight Chronicles." (Check out that awesome cover)
I won't waste too much time with introductions so Cindy can have as much of the floor as she needs.
Sit back and enjoy!!
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Welcome to the Gaslight Chronicles. It's England in the 1850's but not the way our history books remember it. You see, in this world, computers, driven by steam and clockwork, already exist. Imagine Dickensian London with robots and dirigibles. Oh yeah—there's also magick, and the vampyres here aren't the sparkly kind. They're gross and smelly, and they want you dead. To combat evil wizards and vampyres and other things that go bump in the night, a venerable British institution still exists, undercover, but charged by the crown with protecting the realm from all threats mortal and otherwise. The Order of the Round Table is still mainly composed of the descendants of Lancelot, Merlin, Tristram, Kay, and all the others. They're trained to fight with pistol, sword, technology and magick. And sometimes, they fall in love. Altogether, they're a hodge-podge of steampunk, fantasy, history and romance.The first two books in the Gaslight Chronicles are available now from Carina Press. Steam and Sorcery will introduce you to the Order and is a full-length novel, while Photographs & Phantoms moves us a few years along and is a FREE novella, to celebrate Steampunk Week, this week at Carina Press. If you've ever been thinking about trying steampunk, this is your chance to do it for absolutely free. I want to thank Robin for hosting me this week, and let everyone know you can find me on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com, Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter, and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by the Carina Press paranormal authors' group blog, Here Be Magic, and check out the week-long contest we're running for a really cool steampunk ring.Now here's a little bit of blurbage to get us started. Check back each day this week for an excerpt of either Steam & Sorcery or Photographs & Phantoms.
Steam & SorceryGaslight Chronicles #1By Cindy Spencer PapeAvailable from Carina PressAmazon.com, and Audible.comClick here to download.
London, 1851
Sir Merrick Hadrian hunts monsters, both human and supernatural. A Knight of the Order of the Round Table, his use of magick and the technologies of steam power have made him both respected and feared. But his considerable skills are useless in the face of his greatest challenge, guardianship of five unusual children. At a loss, Merrick enlists the aid of a governess. Miss Caroline Bristol is reluctant to work for a bachelor but she needs a position, and these former street children touch her heart. While she tends to break any mechanical device she touches, it never occurs to her that she might be something more than human. All she knows is that Merrick is the most dangerously attractive man she's ever met—and out of reach for a mere governess. When conspiracy threatens to blur the distinction between humans and monsters, Caroline and Merrick must join forces, and the fate of humanity hinges upon their combined skills of steam and sorcery…
Photographs & PhantomsA Gaslight Chronicles NovellaAvailable as a Free Download from Carina Press or Amazon.comClick here to download.
Brighton, 1855
As a member of the Order of the Round Table, Kendall Lake is overqualified to be investigating strange phenomena at a seaside photography studio. But since the photographer is related to the Order's most powerful sorcerer, Kendall reluctantly boards a dirigible to Brighton.Amy Deland is haunted by a shadow that appears in some of her recent portraits. In each case, the subject died within days of the sitting. Does she have her grandmother's gift of foresight, or has she somehow caused the deaths? As Kendall and Amy search for answers, their investigation draws them together in a most improper way. But it seems the evil presence in the studio is determined to keep them apart…
I won't waste too much time with introductions so Cindy can have as much of the floor as she needs.
Sit back and enjoy!!
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Welcome to the Gaslight Chronicles. It's England in the 1850's but not the way our history books remember it. You see, in this world, computers, driven by steam and clockwork, already exist. Imagine Dickensian London with robots and dirigibles. Oh yeah—there's also magick, and the vampyres here aren't the sparkly kind. They're gross and smelly, and they want you dead. To combat evil wizards and vampyres and other things that go bump in the night, a venerable British institution still exists, undercover, but charged by the crown with protecting the realm from all threats mortal and otherwise. The Order of the Round Table is still mainly composed of the descendants of Lancelot, Merlin, Tristram, Kay, and all the others. They're trained to fight with pistol, sword, technology and magick. And sometimes, they fall in love. Altogether, they're a hodge-podge of steampunk, fantasy, history and romance.The first two books in the Gaslight Chronicles are available now from Carina Press. Steam and Sorcery will introduce you to the Order and is a full-length novel, while Photographs & Phantoms moves us a few years along and is a FREE novella, to celebrate Steampunk Week, this week at Carina Press. If you've ever been thinking about trying steampunk, this is your chance to do it for absolutely free. I want to thank Robin for hosting me this week, and let everyone know you can find me on the web at: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com, Blog, Newsletter group, Twitter, and Facebook. You'll also want to stop by the Carina Press paranormal authors' group blog, Here Be Magic, and check out the week-long contest we're running for a really cool steampunk ring.Now here's a little bit of blurbage to get us started. Check back each day this week for an excerpt of either Steam & Sorcery or Photographs & Phantoms.
Steam & SorceryGaslight Chronicles #1By Cindy Spencer PapeAvailable from Carina PressAmazon.com, and Audible.comClick here to download.
London, 1851
Sir Merrick Hadrian hunts monsters, both human and supernatural. A Knight of the Order of the Round Table, his use of magick and the technologies of steam power have made him both respected and feared. But his considerable skills are useless in the face of his greatest challenge, guardianship of five unusual children. At a loss, Merrick enlists the aid of a governess. Miss Caroline Bristol is reluctant to work for a bachelor but she needs a position, and these former street children touch her heart. While she tends to break any mechanical device she touches, it never occurs to her that she might be something more than human. All she knows is that Merrick is the most dangerously attractive man she's ever met—and out of reach for a mere governess. When conspiracy threatens to blur the distinction between humans and monsters, Caroline and Merrick must join forces, and the fate of humanity hinges upon their combined skills of steam and sorcery…
Photographs & PhantomsA Gaslight Chronicles NovellaAvailable as a Free Download from Carina Press or Amazon.comClick here to download.
Brighton, 1855
As a member of the Order of the Round Table, Kendall Lake is overqualified to be investigating strange phenomena at a seaside photography studio. But since the photographer is related to the Order's most powerful sorcerer, Kendall reluctantly boards a dirigible to Brighton.Amy Deland is haunted by a shadow that appears in some of her recent portraits. In each case, the subject died within days of the sitting. Does she have her grandmother's gift of foresight, or has she somehow caused the deaths? As Kendall and Amy search for answers, their investigation draws them together in a most improper way. But it seems the evil presence in the studio is determined to keep them apart…
April 22, 2011
Welcome Back Guest Spotlight Author Drea Becraft
First of all....HAPPY EASTER !!!
This has been a fun week. Thank you to everyone who has stopped by and left comments. I truly appreciate each and every one and I'm certain Drea does, too.
Today is Friday and, naturally, what better way to send an author on their merry way, than to sneak a peek at one last excerpt.
Drea Becraft, has left us one final little snippet to stoke our interest and shamelessly tease us. I think you will be glad she did.
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While her fate was set during the previous great wars of immortals, Anastasia Gruff is nothing but mortal until the night she stumbles upon a scene that turns her world upside down. Now, she struggles to adjust to a world where nothing is what it seems, and feels more at home than ever before.
Devlin Miconis, heir to the vampire throne, is facing certain death. When a mortal woman saves his life, and gives him back his soul, he must figure out how to repay her. Now that she has given him something to live for, can he protect her from those who mean her harm?
Adult Excerpt:
Stasia woke up with her muscles sore and her head pounding. Slowly taking stock one muscle at a time, starting at her toes and working up to her neck, she rotated and squirmed until most of the kinks were out. After each body part was stretched to satisfaction she turned onto her side to take in the room.Staring aimlessly around the room Stasia arched her back and met a hard body behind her. Warm and hard, it took only seconds for fright to make her limbs contract and ready to blot from the bed. As if sensing her distress, strong arms banded around her waist. "It's all right, it's just me, you are safe. I would never harm you, my Bandia." The deep timbre of his voice comforted her.The memories from the night before slowly leaked into her mind. One by one, the dots began to connect, remembering being carried to Devlin's bedroom, being stripped down and him lying beside her, skin-to-skin helping to alleviate the pain of her turning.Loosening her muscles, she slowly turned in his arms to look at his face. Handsome wasn't enough to describe him. Slowly lifting her hand to trace his nose, Stasia watched him with weary eyes, as she continued to his lips and down his strong jaw to the side of his neck."I can see the gears working." Devlin spoke while rubbing his face onto her hand. "What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?"Before she lost the nerve, Stasia ran her hands down his chest next stroking her way to his nipple.Removing his hand from her hip, he caressed her lips gently with his index finger following each touch with a kiss. Making his way slowly down her neck, he nipped and licked while cupping one of her breast in his hand, making her nipple stiffen in response.Fireworks shot through her body, and every nerve ending felt like pure lightning shot through. Feeling most of the heat concentrated on her now wet pussy, Stasia rubbed into his touch, grinding her hips against his long hard body.Releasing a strangled moan, he looked into her eyes. The ice blue of his irises seemed to darken into a more aqua blue. The most astonishing part of them were his corneas, they now glowed bright red. The sight should have scared her, but only added more arousal to her already drenched panties. Grabbing his hand from her breast and pulling it to her mouth. Kissing each digit then took the index finger into the recesses of her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the end and popping it back out just as fast. When did she become so wanton? It must be the man that did it to her., either that or the power running rapid through her veins; Stasia secretly hoped it was the latter. With a groan, she began to rain peck like kisses down his arm, until she reached his mating mark. Beginning to trace the tribal design with her tongue, showing each line very detailed attention and earning a very male groan for her efforts.Leaning over she felt the warm air as he spoke softly into her ear. "Woman you must stop. I can't contain myself if you continue to do that."Looking up into his irresistible eyes, she gave him the sexiest smile she could muster. "Who says I want you to contain yourself?"Drea, I am so glad you came this week and can't wait to share your future books with the world. I am proud to call you my friend! Please come back as often as you want. Sealed with a Kiss will always find a spot for you!!To find Drea Becraft or download her book, "The Thrice Princess",follow these links…Website: www.dreabecraft.webs.comBlog: www.dreabecraft.wordpress.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/#!/andreabecraftFacebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Drea-Becraft/103481939716429Twitter: www.twitter.com/dreabecraftPublisher's site: www.secretcravingspublishing.com/DreaBecraft.htmlBuy Link; http://secretcravingspublishing.mybigcommerce.com/products/The-Thrice-Princess.html
This has been a fun week. Thank you to everyone who has stopped by and left comments. I truly appreciate each and every one and I'm certain Drea does, too.
Today is Friday and, naturally, what better way to send an author on their merry way, than to sneak a peek at one last excerpt.
Drea Becraft, has left us one final little snippet to stoke our interest and shamelessly tease us. I think you will be glad she did.
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While her fate was set during the previous great wars of immortals, Anastasia Gruff is nothing but mortal until the night she stumbles upon a scene that turns her world upside down. Now, she struggles to adjust to a world where nothing is what it seems, and feels more at home than ever before.
Devlin Miconis, heir to the vampire throne, is facing certain death. When a mortal woman saves his life, and gives him back his soul, he must figure out how to repay her. Now that she has given him something to live for, can he protect her from those who mean her harm?
Adult Excerpt:
Stasia woke up with her muscles sore and her head pounding. Slowly taking stock one muscle at a time, starting at her toes and working up to her neck, she rotated and squirmed until most of the kinks were out. After each body part was stretched to satisfaction she turned onto her side to take in the room.Staring aimlessly around the room Stasia arched her back and met a hard body behind her. Warm and hard, it took only seconds for fright to make her limbs contract and ready to blot from the bed. As if sensing her distress, strong arms banded around her waist. "It's all right, it's just me, you are safe. I would never harm you, my Bandia." The deep timbre of his voice comforted her.The memories from the night before slowly leaked into her mind. One by one, the dots began to connect, remembering being carried to Devlin's bedroom, being stripped down and him lying beside her, skin-to-skin helping to alleviate the pain of her turning.Loosening her muscles, she slowly turned in his arms to look at his face. Handsome wasn't enough to describe him. Slowly lifting her hand to trace his nose, Stasia watched him with weary eyes, as she continued to his lips and down his strong jaw to the side of his neck."I can see the gears working." Devlin spoke while rubbing his face onto her hand. "What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?"Before she lost the nerve, Stasia ran her hands down his chest next stroking her way to his nipple.Removing his hand from her hip, he caressed her lips gently with his index finger following each touch with a kiss. Making his way slowly down her neck, he nipped and licked while cupping one of her breast in his hand, making her nipple stiffen in response.Fireworks shot through her body, and every nerve ending felt like pure lightning shot through. Feeling most of the heat concentrated on her now wet pussy, Stasia rubbed into his touch, grinding her hips against his long hard body.Releasing a strangled moan, he looked into her eyes. The ice blue of his irises seemed to darken into a more aqua blue. The most astonishing part of them were his corneas, they now glowed bright red. The sight should have scared her, but only added more arousal to her already drenched panties. Grabbing his hand from her breast and pulling it to her mouth. Kissing each digit then took the index finger into the recesses of her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the end and popping it back out just as fast. When did she become so wanton? It must be the man that did it to her., either that or the power running rapid through her veins; Stasia secretly hoped it was the latter. With a groan, she began to rain peck like kisses down his arm, until she reached his mating mark. Beginning to trace the tribal design with her tongue, showing each line very detailed attention and earning a very male groan for her efforts.Leaning over she felt the warm air as he spoke softly into her ear. "Woman you must stop. I can't contain myself if you continue to do that."Looking up into his irresistible eyes, she gave him the sexiest smile she could muster. "Who says I want you to contain yourself?"Drea, I am so glad you came this week and can't wait to share your future books with the world. I am proud to call you my friend! Please come back as often as you want. Sealed with a Kiss will always find a spot for you!!To find Drea Becraft or download her book, "The Thrice Princess",follow these links…Website: www.dreabecraft.webs.comBlog: www.dreabecraft.wordpress.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/#!/andreabecraftFacebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Drea-Becraft/103481939716429Twitter: www.twitter.com/dreabecraftPublisher's site: www.secretcravingspublishing.com/DreaBecraft.htmlBuy Link; http://secretcravingspublishing.mybigcommerce.com/products/The-Thrice-Princess.html
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