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February 19, 2013
Lost Melody by Dolores W. Maroney
Many of you know of my alter ego, Dolores, but you rarely see her. Dolores is stepping out of the shadows today with her new release - a mainstream contemporary romance.Here's a peek!
Blurb-
Out of sight, out of mind. That’s what Melody Ravenswood was counting on when she invented a new life for herself as Mel Harper in the small farming community of Willowbrook, Texas. She could be herself, whoever that was. Having long since lost her identity to being the only child and sole beneficiary of a legendary rock and roller, she was finally going to live the normal life she craved – a job, a house, friends and no paparazzi. Hank Travis is the last thing Mel needs in her new life. The local boy turned rock and roll star’s sexy, won’t take no for an answer pursuit makes her long for a life she has only dreamed of. Before Mel can have the future she wants with Hank, she must confront her past and find the Melody she lost along the way.
Excerpt -
Smitty’s was packed to the rafters with locals out for a little recreation after a hard week of scraping a living from the black soil of North East Texas. Hank paused inside the door, soaking in the familiar ambiance of stale spilled beer and the lingering stench of cigarette smoke from the days before smoking had been banned in the bar. The jukebox belted out a country ballad. It wasn’t his style, but he could tolerate it. Someone shoved a cold Lone Star longneck into his hand as he passed the bar. He took a long swig and sized up the competition in the back room. Chris and Randy waited for the center table to free up. He joined them, leaning against the wall.
“Glad you could make it,” Chris greeted him. “The table should be free in a few minutes.”
“I’d never miss a chance to whoop the two of you.”
“Right.” Randy smirked. “Be prepared to put your money where your mouth is. I’ve been practicing while you’ve been gallivanting your pansy-ass all over the world.”
“I’ve never needed practice to clean your pockets. How much are you planning to part with tonight?”
They were still haggling over the size of their bets when the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Hank turned, scanned the room. He was just about to dismiss the feeling as nothing when he saw her. Mel Harper. It took a couple of seconds before her gaze met his, but when they locked, something flared between them, and he couldn’t look away.
She wore denim. Expensive, designer denim. The short jacket matched the jeans and parted to reveal a white lace camisole. His gaze skimmed down her long legs to her sexy high heel sandals. Her toenails, painted a soft pink, matched her fingernails. She’d pulled her shoulder length hair into a high ponytail that swung side-to-side every time she moved. She sparkled like a diamond in a box of rocks.
Lord help him, but he wanted her.
He took a step in her direction, his gaze fixated on the patch of skin peeking out from the collar of her jacket. He’d start by tasting her there. A swish of hair crossed his line of sight, drawing his gaze up to troubled blue eyes. She shook her head and turned to leave.
He pounced, crossing the room in three steps and grabbed her by the elbow to halt her retreat. “Wait.”
“Let go of me, Hammer.”
Hank flinched at the nickname. He loosened his grip on her arm, and she twisted enough to break the contact. The voice of reason whispered in his head, Let her go, but instead he said, “Stay a while. We were about to play a game or two.”
Her gaze darted around him to Chris and Randy. “No. No, I don’t think so.”
There was disgust and something else, fear perhaps, in her eyes. She turned, making a beeline to the door. He let her go. What else could he do? He cursed the nickname Karen had given him and the reputation that went along with it. It was shit like the stunt Karen had pulled on him that made celebrities wary of the media.
“What was that all about?” Chris asked when he rejoined his friends in the back. A table became available, and they moved in to claim it.
“Hell if I know.” He leaned against the table and stared at the worn floorboards, absently rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. A part of him told him he’d just dodged a bullet, but another insisted she was worth the risk. Which one was right?
“What did you do to her?” Randy asked. “She high-tailed it out of here with the chick who owns the bakery downtown. You would have thought there was a skunk chasing them they were moving so fast.”
He straightened. “All I did was invite her to play a round of pool with us. I hardly know the woman.”
“Didn’t look that way from here,” Chris said.
Hank grabbed a pool cue and chalked the tip. “She called me Hammer.”
Chris racked the balls. “So?”
“So, she knows who I am. I guess she believes everything she reads.”
“She’s a reporter. She should know better,” Randy said, circling the table to give Hank room at the end.
Hank positioned the cue ball and lined up his shot. “I don’t want to talk about it. Okay? I came here to play pool. Let’s get on with it.”
“There is some good news in all of this,” Randy persisted.
“You obviously see something I don’t, so fill me in,” Hank said.
“Well, she knows who you are now, and it’s obvious she doesn’t want to be anywhere near you, so the chances of her using your dad to get close to you just dipped to zero.”
Chris nodded. “He’s got a point.”
“Will you two stick a sock in it and just play?”
Leave it to those two to point out the flaws in his logic.
His friends were like two dogs with a ‘coon in a tree. They wouldn’t leave it alone. He lost the first game to Chris, and the second to Randy. He paid up without comment and settled his bar tab. He left his friends to play a winner-takes-all round without him.
Randy was right. She should know better than to believe everything she reads, which begged the question, why was she so upset to find out who he was? And the other question he couldn’t shake—why did he care?
Lost Melody is available from these retailers -
AmazonBarnes & NobleAll Romance eBooksSmashwords
About the Author -
Dolores has been married to the same wonderful guy for thirty-three years. They have two lovely daughters and a black lab. She makes her home in the wilds of New Jersey (yes, there are wilds in NJ). A Texan with familial roots that go all the way back to the Republic of Texas, Dolores says you can take the girl out of Texas, but...well, you know the rest.She's been a stay-at-home mom for most of her married life - a job she says is under-rated on the difficulty scale. Now that her girls are grown, she's still available to them anytime, day or night, but she fills her days with writing romance novels and reading.Dolores is a best-selling, multi-published author of erotic romance under the pseudonym, Roz Lee.
Connect with Dolores -FacebookWebsite
Blurb-
Out of sight, out of mind. That’s what Melody Ravenswood was counting on when she invented a new life for herself as Mel Harper in the small farming community of Willowbrook, Texas. She could be herself, whoever that was. Having long since lost her identity to being the only child and sole beneficiary of a legendary rock and roller, she was finally going to live the normal life she craved – a job, a house, friends and no paparazzi. Hank Travis is the last thing Mel needs in her new life. The local boy turned rock and roll star’s sexy, won’t take no for an answer pursuit makes her long for a life she has only dreamed of. Before Mel can have the future she wants with Hank, she must confront her past and find the Melody she lost along the way.
Excerpt -
Smitty’s was packed to the rafters with locals out for a little recreation after a hard week of scraping a living from the black soil of North East Texas. Hank paused inside the door, soaking in the familiar ambiance of stale spilled beer and the lingering stench of cigarette smoke from the days before smoking had been banned in the bar. The jukebox belted out a country ballad. It wasn’t his style, but he could tolerate it. Someone shoved a cold Lone Star longneck into his hand as he passed the bar. He took a long swig and sized up the competition in the back room. Chris and Randy waited for the center table to free up. He joined them, leaning against the wall.
“Glad you could make it,” Chris greeted him. “The table should be free in a few minutes.”
“I’d never miss a chance to whoop the two of you.”
“Right.” Randy smirked. “Be prepared to put your money where your mouth is. I’ve been practicing while you’ve been gallivanting your pansy-ass all over the world.”
“I’ve never needed practice to clean your pockets. How much are you planning to part with tonight?”
They were still haggling over the size of their bets when the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Hank turned, scanned the room. He was just about to dismiss the feeling as nothing when he saw her. Mel Harper. It took a couple of seconds before her gaze met his, but when they locked, something flared between them, and he couldn’t look away.
She wore denim. Expensive, designer denim. The short jacket matched the jeans and parted to reveal a white lace camisole. His gaze skimmed down her long legs to her sexy high heel sandals. Her toenails, painted a soft pink, matched her fingernails. She’d pulled her shoulder length hair into a high ponytail that swung side-to-side every time she moved. She sparkled like a diamond in a box of rocks.
Lord help him, but he wanted her.
He took a step in her direction, his gaze fixated on the patch of skin peeking out from the collar of her jacket. He’d start by tasting her there. A swish of hair crossed his line of sight, drawing his gaze up to troubled blue eyes. She shook her head and turned to leave.
He pounced, crossing the room in three steps and grabbed her by the elbow to halt her retreat. “Wait.”
“Let go of me, Hammer.”
Hank flinched at the nickname. He loosened his grip on her arm, and she twisted enough to break the contact. The voice of reason whispered in his head, Let her go, but instead he said, “Stay a while. We were about to play a game or two.”
Her gaze darted around him to Chris and Randy. “No. No, I don’t think so.”
There was disgust and something else, fear perhaps, in her eyes. She turned, making a beeline to the door. He let her go. What else could he do? He cursed the nickname Karen had given him and the reputation that went along with it. It was shit like the stunt Karen had pulled on him that made celebrities wary of the media.
“What was that all about?” Chris asked when he rejoined his friends in the back. A table became available, and they moved in to claim it.
“Hell if I know.” He leaned against the table and stared at the worn floorboards, absently rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. A part of him told him he’d just dodged a bullet, but another insisted she was worth the risk. Which one was right?
“What did you do to her?” Randy asked. “She high-tailed it out of here with the chick who owns the bakery downtown. You would have thought there was a skunk chasing them they were moving so fast.”
He straightened. “All I did was invite her to play a round of pool with us. I hardly know the woman.”
“Didn’t look that way from here,” Chris said.
Hank grabbed a pool cue and chalked the tip. “She called me Hammer.”
Chris racked the balls. “So?”
“So, she knows who I am. I guess she believes everything she reads.”
“She’s a reporter. She should know better,” Randy said, circling the table to give Hank room at the end.
Hank positioned the cue ball and lined up his shot. “I don’t want to talk about it. Okay? I came here to play pool. Let’s get on with it.”
“There is some good news in all of this,” Randy persisted.
“You obviously see something I don’t, so fill me in,” Hank said.
“Well, she knows who you are now, and it’s obvious she doesn’t want to be anywhere near you, so the chances of her using your dad to get close to you just dipped to zero.”
Chris nodded. “He’s got a point.”
“Will you two stick a sock in it and just play?”
Leave it to those two to point out the flaws in his logic.
His friends were like two dogs with a ‘coon in a tree. They wouldn’t leave it alone. He lost the first game to Chris, and the second to Randy. He paid up without comment and settled his bar tab. He left his friends to play a winner-takes-all round without him.
Randy was right. She should know better than to believe everything she reads, which begged the question, why was she so upset to find out who he was? And the other question he couldn’t shake—why did he care?
Lost Melody is available from these retailers -
AmazonBarnes & NobleAll Romance eBooksSmashwords
About the Author -
Dolores has been married to the same wonderful guy for thirty-three years. They have two lovely daughters and a black lab. She makes her home in the wilds of New Jersey (yes, there are wilds in NJ). A Texan with familial roots that go all the way back to the Republic of Texas, Dolores says you can take the girl out of Texas, but...well, you know the rest.She's been a stay-at-home mom for most of her married life - a job she says is under-rated on the difficulty scale. Now that her girls are grown, she's still available to them anytime, day or night, but she fills her days with writing romance novels and reading.Dolores is a best-selling, multi-published author of erotic romance under the pseudonym, Roz Lee.Connect with Dolores -FacebookWebsite
February 15, 2013
Sex on Saturday
One sexy sentence from -
Control is the name of the game.
She imagined Master’s cock pushing...demanding entrance and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied.
Read an excerpt here.
Going Deep is available from these retailers - AmazonBarnes & NobleAll Romance eBooksDiesel eBooksKoboSonySmashwordsApple iBook Store
Control is the name of the game.
She imagined Master’s cock pushing...demanding entrance and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied.
Read an excerpt here.
Going Deep is available from these retailers - AmazonBarnes & NobleAll Romance eBooksDiesel eBooksKoboSonySmashwordsApple iBook Store
February 13, 2013
Thursday Thirteen - The Best Valentine's Gifts Ever
Happy Valentine's Day!
Here's my list of what I consider the best possible Valentine's Day gifts.
1. A handmade card from your child.2. A single flower - preferably picked from the yard - weather permitting.3.Take-out from your favorite restaurant so you don't have to battle the crowds.4.Curling up on the sofa with your sweetie, popcorn, and a chick-flick.5.A walk with your sweetie.6.Breakfast in bed - no food required.7.A handwritten message left in an unexpected place (your desk, lunch box, refrigerator, seat of your car)8.A copy of your favorite book.9.Tickets for the concert you've been dying to see.10.Planning a trip together.11.A box of your favorite chocolates.12.A pint of your favorite ice cream.13.The words I love you from someone you love.
What's the best or worst Valentine's Day gift you've ever received?
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February 1, 2013
S.O.S. - Sex on Saturday
Just one sexy sentence from my novella, Still Taking Chances.
She secured the cuffs around his wrists and wrenched his arms behind him and fastened them by a short chain to the new eye-bolt in the wall.
Read an excerpt here.
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January 30, 2013
Thirteen Road Signs You Don't Want To See
I'm on a cross-country road trip this week, so here's my list of thirteen road signs you don't want to see.
1. No services next 145 miles.2. Prison ahead. Do not pick up hitchhikers.3. Runaway truck ramp ½ mile ahead.4. Rest area closed.5. Ice on bridge6. Watch for falling rocks.7. Detour ahead.8. Lane closed ahead.9. Road closed.10. Next exit – 52 miles.11. Check brakes.12. Dead End.13. Wrong Way.
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1. No services next 145 miles.2. Prison ahead. Do not pick up hitchhikers.3. Runaway truck ramp ½ mile ahead.4. Rest area closed.5. Ice on bridge6. Watch for falling rocks.7. Detour ahead.8. Lane closed ahead.9. Road closed.10. Next exit – 52 miles.11. Check brakes.12. Dead End.13. Wrong Way.
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January 25, 2013
S.O.S. - Sex on Saturday
Since I'm off cruising the Caribbean Cruise today, I thought I would leave you with one sexy sentence from Four of Hearts - Book 4 in my Lothario Series.
When he finally pressed his mouth to her heated core, she lost the ability to speak.
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January 23, 2013
13 Reasons to Take a Cruise
I'm off cruising the Caribbean with the Florida Romance Writers today. Here's my list of reasons to take a cruise.
1. Tons of food.
2. No television.
3. No one can find you.
4. Isolation forces you to be creative.
5. Did I mention lots of food?
6. Shuffleboard
7. Free shows
8. Booze
9. Life boat drills. Where else can you have that kind of fun?
10. You go to interesting places you otherwise would never go to.
11. You get to eat meals at a table with people you don't know.
12. It's okay to drink 24/7
13. No one gives a crap what you do while you're onboard.
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January 19, 2013
S.O.S.- Sex On Saturday
Here's my one-liner for the day.
God, he tasted like the finest wine, and she was well on her way to being intoxicated when a hot, wet tongue swept the sated flesh between her legs.
Inside Heat is available from these retailers -
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January 16, 2013
Thirteen Signs that I'm Losing My Mind
There's a lot going on in my life these days and I think the stress maybe getting to me. Here are thirteen examples to substantiate the claim.1. I don’t know what day of the week it is.2. I just typed si for is.3. I booked the return flight from our cruise a day before the ship docks.4. I made a list of things to do today and don’t know where I put it.5. I packed something I need in a moving box and can’t remember which one it is.6. I didn’t label some of the moving boxes with their important contents.7. I told my husband something important – in my mind – not actually out loud. Naturally, he didn’t hear it.8. I left my cell phone in the car.9. It took me an hour to notice my cell phone was missing.10. It took me another hour to figure out where I left my missing cell phone.11. I went to the store to buy milk. I bought lots of stuff, however, none of it was milk.12. I discussed plot points for my latest novel with my dog.13. I thought the dog had some good points regarding the plot.
January 14, 2013
TRS Anniversary Partyy
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