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November 1, 2012
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I'll start us off.
Daryl Devore
Black Dorn
Erotic medieval romance
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Excerpt - a bit of heat in iexcerptMalack paused as her gown slipped from his fingers to the grass. She was beauty. It was not that she was beautiful. If someone were to ask what does beauty mean? Without hesitation, his reply would be, Branwyn. He started to settle himself, but paused, adjusted his manhood and lay down.
"You look uncomfortable. I should release you."
"It is uncomfortable, but my pleasure will come later. I want to lose myself in you. Knowing that, and suspecting the wonders I am about to discover makes this discomfort more enjoyable." He ceased his caress of her body and focused on her breasts. He tickled his fingertips across her nipple. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Open your eyes. Look at yourself. It is not only a man who grows when pleasured. See how they grow. How firm they become." He leaned over and brushed a kiss across a nipple. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh. He slipped her nipple between his teeth, closed his lips around it, suckling her like a baby. Branwyn’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths changed from short and shallow to long deep, contented sighs.
While he pleasured her breasts, Malack tenderly stroked her abdomen. His gentle fingers left goose bumps where they glided across her flesh as his lips moved down her in a path of little kisses. He did not stop when he reached her dark brown patch of hair. His hands were insistent as they pressed her legs apart. He lingered in the scent of her sex and the heat between her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his tongue from her pleasure hole to her clit. He lapped at the sides then circled her nub.
Branwyn's body tensed. As his tongue moved, her pulse surged. Moans escaped her lips while she instinctively moved her body with each stroke.
Now your turn.
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Author
Title
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Excerpt
I'll start us off.
Daryl Devore
Black Dorn
Erotic medieval romance
Available at - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/ Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Black-submission-punishment-bondage-ebook/dp/B005XQ93RC Smashwords – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/98038 Kobo - http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Black-Dorn-submission-punishment-bondage/book-9vcORpb9BUaVdzUALE5mfQ/page1.html All Romance Ebooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-blackdorn-624398-146.html
Excerpt - a bit of heat in iexcerptMalack paused as her gown slipped from his fingers to the grass. She was beauty. It was not that she was beautiful. If someone were to ask what does beauty mean? Without hesitation, his reply would be, Branwyn. He started to settle himself, but paused, adjusted his manhood and lay down.
"You look uncomfortable. I should release you."
"It is uncomfortable, but my pleasure will come later. I want to lose myself in you. Knowing that, and suspecting the wonders I am about to discover makes this discomfort more enjoyable." He ceased his caress of her body and focused on her breasts. He tickled his fingertips across her nipple. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Open your eyes. Look at yourself. It is not only a man who grows when pleasured. See how they grow. How firm they become." He leaned over and brushed a kiss across a nipple. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh. He slipped her nipple between his teeth, closed his lips around it, suckling her like a baby. Branwyn’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths changed from short and shallow to long deep, contented sighs.
While he pleasured her breasts, Malack tenderly stroked her abdomen. His gentle fingers left goose bumps where they glided across her flesh as his lips moved down her in a path of little kisses. He did not stop when he reached her dark brown patch of hair. His hands were insistent as they pressed her legs apart. He lingered in the scent of her sex and the heat between her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his tongue from her pleasure hole to her clit. He lapped at the sides then circled her nub.
Branwyn's body tensed. As his tongue moved, her pulse surged. Moans escaped her lips while she instinctively moved her body with each stroke.
Now your turn.
October 29, 2012
Casea Major on Erotic Notions
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Casea Major - The Driver's Seat
After having the worst week of her life, Belenda McCreevy finds herself stranded by a Wyoming ice storm in the backwoods of nowhere. But that's not her problem. Her hormones and the sexy mechanic are what are have this Seattle based attorney flustered.
After rescuing her the first time, Belenda's studly mechanic promises to tap her ass if he has to rescue her again. Ice covered roads and a panicked deer lead McCreevy into a situation that she detests and desires.
The sexy mechanic has a secret hidden in his heart and a surprise in his pants. One makes Belenda melt with lust. The other drives her out of Wyoming and back to Washington.
Casea Major's – THE DRIVER'S SEAT –is a fun, fast paced, sexy hot read. It pits uptight city against relaxed country and then takes their clothes off – time and time AND time again.
The characters are loveable and you'll find yourself cheering for the hero as he thrusts his way into Belenda's heart.I think I had a smile on my face most of the time I was reading this book.
THE DRIVER'S SEAT will be tucked into a corner of my hard drive and get pulled out on a rainy afternoon or when I'm stuck in an airport lounge and I need a fun-filled distraction. This is definitely a get it and read it book.
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October 25, 2012
Erotic Notions On Howloween BlogHop
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Welcome to Erotic Notions.
My Halloween story is not a make-believe story. I'm going to tell you about my ghost. I live in an old farm house and we have at least 1 ghost. No, I haven't called Ghost Hunters to confirm this and I haven't called Ghost Busters to get rid of them.
If you knew me, you'd put me in the "doesn't believe in ghosts" camp. And I didn't until I moved into this house. I could go on and on about the experiences I have had, my husband, our daughter and our daughter's boyfriend, but instead I'll just talk about the last sighting.
This is a Halloween post - it needs to be a little scary. This past summer, on a warm evening, very late, I was sitting on our deck writing my latest novel. I live in the country remember, it was quiet, except for the bazillion frogs and mosquitoes. No sirens, no cars, no one's loud TV – very, very still and quiet.
I looked up from my laptop and was glancing around the yard when my heart jumped. To my right, was a tall white figure of a woman. She moved from the rightside of my flower gardens to the left – completely across my yard. No car had driven by, so this was not the lights reflecting off anything. The moon doesn’t move that fast for it to be moon glow. The lights in the house behind me were off. The nearest neighbour is a mile away.
No one else was around – just me and my ghost. Maybe next year, I'll tell you about my daughter's closet.
Have you ever had an experience with a ghost?
Now comes the promo part
Sexy Red Hood – Twisted Fairy TaleHeat – 4 hot peppersNew Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Hood-Twisted-Fairy-ebook/dp/B0055L1KJYSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66071All Romance Ebooks – http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sexyredhood-562333-149.htmlKobo - http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Daryl+Devore&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=both
Blurb -"Go save your Grandmother." After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both. Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing leaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves.
Adult Excerpt
The glass sliding doors to the ballroom were slid apart and the sounds of the orchestra floated out. "Care to dance with the big bad wolf? Emphasis on big and bad."
"I’d love to." She stepped into his arms.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Red let herself be guided around the deck, dipped and spun. Not once did this dance partner step on her feet or bounce her off a piece of furniture. When love ballads played, their bodies pressed close together. Red could feel his hard muscles pressing up against her soft curves. When the music picked up tempo, Red shook her breasts and playfully flaunted herself. She watched his eyes as they followed every movement of her body.
Laughing, they fell together. Will’s lips were on hers. His hands roamed up her ass and kneaded her flesh through her skirt and panties. He turned so she was between him and the ship’s railing. Slipping his hand under her skirt, up the back of her thigh, over the edge of her panties waistband, he slid his fingers down the curve of her ass.
With a soft moan, Red shifted her feet to allow his hand to investigate more intimate and sexually pleasing places. She reached inside her top and pulled her bra up over her breasts and rubbed her chest against his. Her nipples hardened with the heat of the friction.
"I want you," he breathed into her ear.
"Take me," was her breathless response.
He straightened and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"I’ve wanted to since the moment I fell into your arms. I’ve fantasized about you making love to me. Please, take me. I want you inside me."
Without speaking or touching, they walked to the elevator, rode to the fifteenth floor and turned in the direction of his room. He pulled the key card from his wallet, slid it through the door and waited for the little green light. He kicked the door open, scooped Red into his arms and carried her inside.
The room was lit with dozen of flickering candles. Next to the small table was a dining cart. On it was a bowl of whipping cream, a pot of chocolate being kept warm by a smaller burner and a dish of red strawberries. He kicked off his shoes and carried her to the bedroom. She flipped off her sandals a moment before her feet touched the carpet.
Red glanced at the candles and dessert cart and smiled at Will. He shrugged his shoulders. "Made a wish on a star."
She bit her bottom lip. "Wishes do come true."
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Welcome to Erotic Notions.
My Halloween story is not a make-believe story. I'm going to tell you about my ghost. I live in an old farm house and we have at least 1 ghost. No, I haven't called Ghost Hunters to confirm this and I haven't called Ghost Busters to get rid of them.
If you knew me, you'd put me in the "doesn't believe in ghosts" camp. And I didn't until I moved into this house. I could go on and on about the experiences I have had, my husband, our daughter and our daughter's boyfriend, but instead I'll just talk about the last sighting.
This is a Halloween post - it needs to be a little scary. This past summer, on a warm evening, very late, I was sitting on our deck writing my latest novel. I live in the country remember, it was quiet, except for the bazillion frogs and mosquitoes. No sirens, no cars, no one's loud TV – very, very still and quiet.
I looked up from my laptop and was glancing around the yard when my heart jumped. To my right, was a tall white figure of a woman. She moved from the rightside of my flower gardens to the left – completely across my yard. No car had driven by, so this was not the lights reflecting off anything. The moon doesn’t move that fast for it to be moon glow. The lights in the house behind me were off. The nearest neighbour is a mile away.
No one else was around – just me and my ghost. Maybe next year, I'll tell you about my daughter's closet.
Have you ever had an experience with a ghost?
Now comes the promo part
Sexy Red Hood – Twisted Fairy TaleHeat – 4 hot peppersNew Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Hood-Twisted-Fairy-ebook/dp/B0055L1KJYSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66071All Romance Ebooks – http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sexyredhood-562333-149.htmlKobo - http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Daryl+Devore&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=both
Blurb -"Go save your Grandmother." After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both. Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing leaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves.
Adult Excerpt
The glass sliding doors to the ballroom were slid apart and the sounds of the orchestra floated out. "Care to dance with the big bad wolf? Emphasis on big and bad."
"I’d love to." She stepped into his arms.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Red let herself be guided around the deck, dipped and spun. Not once did this dance partner step on her feet or bounce her off a piece of furniture. When love ballads played, their bodies pressed close together. Red could feel his hard muscles pressing up against her soft curves. When the music picked up tempo, Red shook her breasts and playfully flaunted herself. She watched his eyes as they followed every movement of her body.
Laughing, they fell together. Will’s lips were on hers. His hands roamed up her ass and kneaded her flesh through her skirt and panties. He turned so she was between him and the ship’s railing. Slipping his hand under her skirt, up the back of her thigh, over the edge of her panties waistband, he slid his fingers down the curve of her ass.
With a soft moan, Red shifted her feet to allow his hand to investigate more intimate and sexually pleasing places. She reached inside her top and pulled her bra up over her breasts and rubbed her chest against his. Her nipples hardened with the heat of the friction.
"I want you," he breathed into her ear.
"Take me," was her breathless response.
He straightened and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"I’ve wanted to since the moment I fell into your arms. I’ve fantasized about you making love to me. Please, take me. I want you inside me."
Without speaking or touching, they walked to the elevator, rode to the fifteenth floor and turned in the direction of his room. He pulled the key card from his wallet, slid it through the door and waited for the little green light. He kicked the door open, scooped Red into his arms and carried her inside.
The room was lit with dozen of flickering candles. Next to the small table was a dining cart. On it was a bowl of whipping cream, a pot of chocolate being kept warm by a smaller burner and a dish of red strawberries. He kicked off his shoes and carried her to the bedroom. She flipped off her sandals a moment before her feet touched the carpet.
Red glanced at the candles and dessert cart and smiled at Will. He shrugged his shoulders. "Made a wish on a star."
She bit her bottom lip. "Wishes do come true."
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October 24, 2012
Jennifer Lowery – Hard Core – Review
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"No needles."
That's not the opening line to Jennifer Lowery's romance, HARD CORE, but it is the sentiment. Mercenary Cristian Slade has been shot and beaten. Racked with pain and fever, he stumbles through an escape and collapses at the feet of Alana O'Grady, a doctor.
Desperately trying to save Slade, Alana has to deal with her patient's stubborn refusal to be sedated or be given an injection of penicillin to combat the infection threatening his life. But as strong willed as Slade, Alana refuses to allow him to die.
By the end of the first chapter, HARD CORE has a grip on your throat as tight as delirious Slade had on Alana's – only the book doesn't let go.
In the stifling heat and humidity of a small Caribbean island, they fight his illness, their enemy and their attraction to each other, which is hotter than the Caribbean jungle.
Enter Gavin Ross, a villain so evil the reader plunges through the story waiting to discover the gruesome death Lowery has planned for this hideous man.
Simple explanation – I devoured this book. Entrenched in the story, I pretty much read it cover to cover in one sitting and reacted with exasperation when the real world kept trying to interrupt me with mundane things like supper. Jennifer's Lowery's story is fast paced and riveting. Her characters are fleshed out and easy to fall in love with.
Snuggle down with a nice cup of tea/hot chocolate/glass of wine, lock out the real world and settle back ready to immerse yourself in a wild passionate ride. I highly recommended you get this book off your TBR list and get onto to your READING IT TONIGHT list.
Buy link - http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Core-ebook/dp/B009HXH3EC/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1345598167&sr=1-1
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October 23, 2012
Wicked After Dark BlogHop on Erotic Notions
Thought I'd offer a wicked little moment in my contemporary romance - A Kept Woman. Arianne and Derek are at a hedonism club in the islands.
Blurb - Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she finds out is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Derek looked down at his empty glass. It didn’t magically refill. “You confuse me, Arianne. I want you and yet I don’t. I don’t know what to do.”“So, I am down here on probation? Thirty day trial. Money back guarantee.”“No guarantees.”Arianne glanced about the room. She spotted a lone male sitting with a drink. “If I were to walk over to that guy, strip off my top and let him suck on my nipples, you wouldn’t get angry?” Derek shook his head. “Not even a little bit jealous?”A small grin passed over his mouth. “Envious maybe. They are delicious breasts. I think I’ll—”“Go play on the fourth floor?” His gaze rested on her breasts. His hand began to move toward them but stopped. “Yea, the fourth floor sounds good.” “Why not play with me?”“If I understood it, I’d explain it to you.” Derek started to leave then paused. He had followed Arianne’s glance across the room and saw who she had glanced at. “Be careful. It is possible to get in over your head here.” He turned and walked into the crowd. “So he has left you?” a deep voice whispered in her ear. Arianne turned. Dark eyes, a dark brow and a friendly smile were standing in front of her. “I wouldn’t leave you alone. Would you like another drink? I believe he asked for something with rum and an umbrella. You should have champagne. A woman of your beauty should only drink champagne.” He snapped his fingers. A waiter appeared at his side. “A bottle of champagne.” His smile was wide as he reached for Arianne’s hand. “My name is Randolph Hill. And you are Arianne.”Her forehead crinkled. “How did you know?”He brushed his lips across her hand. “I admit I listened to your conversation.”To Arianne, his presence felt like an electric current had been turned on inside her. She tingled. Her breathing quickened. The room began to spin.“Why would you listen to Derek and me?” Their conversation was interrupted by the swift arrival of their champagne. The waiter filled her glass. Sipping cautiously, Arianne’s eyebrows rose in delight.“I was entranced with you when you entered. Then when he left you, I followed. One such as you should not be here alone. Have you been on the island long?”She giggled. It may have been because of the champagne bubbles tickling the inside of her mouth. “No, I arrived this afternoon. This is my first visit here.”“Your first night here and he leaves you.” He refilled her glass.“We aren’t dating. We’re just friends.”A grin crossed his face. “Ah, then you are free to join me. Would you care to dance?” He held out his hand. Arianne’s hand felt small as his fingers wrapped around hers. They stepped into the crowd.The champagne mixed with the rum and both swirled in her head as Arianne swayed to the beat. Repeatedly, Randolph filled her glass. When the bottle had been emptied, he ordered another.As they danced, his hands roamed her body. They stroked her buttocks and slid down her thighs. His lips nibbled a trail up her neck until his mouth reached her ears. “Remove your top.” Arianne stepped back and stared at him. He did not repeat his request. Arianne’s hands moved toward the clasp and released it. She slipped the straps down her arms, and dropped her top to the floor.“Let your hair down.” His words sounded like commands. There was an underlying power that mesmerized her. Or was it the champagne? Whichever, she had to obey. Her fingers found the clips and released her hair. She shook her head and let it fall to her shoulders. “As you dance for me, I want you to move your hands through your hair. Keep your arms up. Display your breasts for me.”Arianne stood in one place and ground her hips side to side. With her eyes closed she felt the music’s bass pound through her. She knew he watched her as she teased him with her body. His hand stroked her left breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. Gripping it, he squeezed and pulled her nipple. Surprised, Arianne opened her eyes. “Beautiful breasts. Firm nipples. Much attention should be paid to them. Follow me.” It wasn’t a request or a statement. It was a command.
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October 18, 2012
Erotic Notions on Alpha Male BlogHop
Alpha Male – The top dog. The one who gets to eat first and mate first. I think writers like to create them because it is so much fun letting a feisty heroine shatter their self-confident worlds. Not much is more pleasing than having the Alpha humbled by love. He feels lost when his love is not nearby. He becomes speechless by the slightest whiff of her perfume. His intellect is befuddled by the touch of her soft lips on the side of his cheek.But don't be the fool who threatens or endangers the Alpha's love. Rage knows no limit when they are driven to protect.In my contemporary romance, A Kept Woman, Derek Davenport is the classic alpha. He is head of a multi-billion dollar corporation and is supremely confident in himself. Burned by his latest affair, Derek posts an ad for a woman. This is his response to Arianne's reply.Hello Arianne. This is Derek. I am 28 and employed. I also like to keep in shape, but I enjoy a lazy day doing nothing but watching TV. There will be no drugs involved—only sex. I don’t have the time or the patience for a relationship.Job description - service me at least once a week - say every Tuesday. I will supply an apartment for our meetings. I don’t want to wine and dine you. There is no emotional involvement. I want to walk in, fuck and leave. Pay - how does $8,000 a month - to start - sound? Reply. Derek.
A few months later, Arianne has conquered her alpha.
Arianne stopped and stared at him. “You consider me an equal?”“Yes, I guess that’s what all this inane rambling has been about. I’m still trying to sort out in my head how to say it.”“I never considered myself an equal to you.”“Well I do and at first I didn’t like it. My ego got in the way and I decided to push you off my pedestal.” He chuckled. “And you know what? You wouldn’t leave. You held up your end at the art gallery opening. You said all the right things and that annoyed me. The harder I pushed the more you stayed right there. You do know if you hadn’t flown down here, that I would have been knocking on your apartment door begging you to let me back into your life.”
In my medieval romance, Malack is Gon dra – heir to the throne of Black Dorn. His first meeting with Branwyn did not go well.
Branwyn wiped away a tear. "Please sire, I am tired and hungry and feel I may soon collapse. Which way must I travel to return to Black Dorn?"
His horse nudged him in the back with his nose. The man placed both strong hands around her waist and lifted her to his saddle. He mounted the horse, tugged on the rein and directed his horse back to Black Dorn.
When they entered the courtyard, Leah ran across the cobblestones, skidded to a stop and dropped to her knees. The horse halted a few feet in front of her. Branwyn slipped down from the stallion, curtsied to her escort and walked to her serving girl.
"Leah." His voice boomed across the courtyard. Still kneeling, Leah quivered. "Do not let her wander about freely. She needs guidance." As he turned, a stable boy reached for the reins. He tossed them over, dismounted and strode toward the castle.
But even one so lost and afraid as Branwyn was that first afternoon can melt the heart of an alpha. These are his final words to Branwyn as he leaves for battle.He started to leave, returned, and dropped to one knee before her. "I have told you with my body, but have never spoken the words. I love you, Branwyn. I will return."
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October 16, 2012
Passing On by Marissa Dobson
Passing On by Marissa Dobson is the first book in the Reaper’s series, it’s a short story approximately 8k words.
Blurb: Jael James’s mother’s death brought to light her destiny. Now it is time for her to step up and take her mother’s place as the Grim Reaper. Between ghosts, Death, and Nathan her, EMT partner, she has her hands full.
Excerpt: Slumber wrapped heavily around Jael James like a familiar blanket. She wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but something woke her. Nightmare? No. Alarm? No. That’s when she smelled him. His cologne was unmistakable. It had planted itself firmly in her memory, so no matter what, she couldn’t forget it. Almost like the man himself. She couldn’t forget him, either. “Jael, darling. We need to speak,” he said from what sounded like the foot of her bed. “Not now.” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but Jael knew he stepped out of its path. “I worked the night shift, and I need my beauty sleep.” “You can sleep when you’re dead.” He growled at her. She pulled her comforter up over her head and snuggled deep into the bed, trying to ignore him. Her eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn’t going to leave until he’d done what he came to do. She was doing to do her best to ignore him when she felt him grab a hold of the blanket, pulling it off her from the bottom of the bed. “Go away!” Jael shouted, glad she’d slept in a pair of shorts and tank top instead of just the T-shirt she was accustomed to. The shorts were small and tight, but at least all her important parts were covered. “Come. I’ll make the coffee.” Coffee was the only way he would get her out of bed. Jael let out a grumble as she crawled out of bed. She fought the heaviness of sleep weighing down her eyelids. The clock on the bedside table glared in her dark room. Seven o’clock in the morning. “Someone needs to explain to him the proper visiting times,” she mumbled. She continued complaining to herself about her mere hour of sleep when the floor-to-ceiling window curtains were opened. Oh, he is going to pay now. She’d paid good money to have dark, sun-blocking curtains made for such large windows. Though she loved her loft looking out over the city, without those curtains, she would have moved. Being a night owl through and through, she didn’t want to be woke by the sun each morning. “Are you crazy?” she yelled as she pounded down the steps. She found him, all six-foot five, clad in black from head-to-toe, at the bottom of the stairs, a coffee cup in his hand. “I’m Death. Crazy is part of the job description.”
Buy Links: Kindle ~ Smashwords ~ All Romance Ebooks *Nook is still processing
Marissa DobsonFounder/CEO of Sizzling PR & Sizzling Scoop Magazine www.sizzlingpr.com * Fall Sale - 15% off formatting, 10% of book covers, and 5% off ad space for Sizzling Scoop. * Sizzling Scoop is open to submissions of articles, blogs, short stories, and any other information you think readers would be interested in. We also have ad space available. If you want your release date, or event listed send it in by the 15th of the previous month. More information can be found here.
Blurb: Jael James’s mother’s death brought to light her destiny. Now it is time for her to step up and take her mother’s place as the Grim Reaper. Between ghosts, Death, and Nathan her, EMT partner, she has her hands full.
Excerpt: Slumber wrapped heavily around Jael James like a familiar blanket. She wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but something woke her. Nightmare? No. Alarm? No. That’s when she smelled him. His cologne was unmistakable. It had planted itself firmly in her memory, so no matter what, she couldn’t forget it. Almost like the man himself. She couldn’t forget him, either. “Jael, darling. We need to speak,” he said from what sounded like the foot of her bed. “Not now.” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but Jael knew he stepped out of its path. “I worked the night shift, and I need my beauty sleep.” “You can sleep when you’re dead.” He growled at her. She pulled her comforter up over her head and snuggled deep into the bed, trying to ignore him. Her eyes were closed, but she knew he wasn’t going to leave until he’d done what he came to do. She was doing to do her best to ignore him when she felt him grab a hold of the blanket, pulling it off her from the bottom of the bed. “Go away!” Jael shouted, glad she’d slept in a pair of shorts and tank top instead of just the T-shirt she was accustomed to. The shorts were small and tight, but at least all her important parts were covered. “Come. I’ll make the coffee.” Coffee was the only way he would get her out of bed. Jael let out a grumble as she crawled out of bed. She fought the heaviness of sleep weighing down her eyelids. The clock on the bedside table glared in her dark room. Seven o’clock in the morning. “Someone needs to explain to him the proper visiting times,” she mumbled. She continued complaining to herself about her mere hour of sleep when the floor-to-ceiling window curtains were opened. Oh, he is going to pay now. She’d paid good money to have dark, sun-blocking curtains made for such large windows. Though she loved her loft looking out over the city, without those curtains, she would have moved. Being a night owl through and through, she didn’t want to be woke by the sun each morning. “Are you crazy?” she yelled as she pounded down the steps. She found him, all six-foot five, clad in black from head-to-toe, at the bottom of the stairs, a coffee cup in his hand. “I’m Death. Crazy is part of the job description.”
Buy Links: Kindle ~ Smashwords ~ All Romance Ebooks *Nook is still processing
Marissa DobsonFounder/CEO of Sizzling PR & Sizzling Scoop Magazine www.sizzlingpr.com * Fall Sale - 15% off formatting, 10% of book covers, and 5% off ad space for Sizzling Scoop. * Sizzling Scoop is open to submissions of articles, blogs, short stories, and any other information you think readers would be interested in. We also have ad space available. If you want your release date, or event listed send it in by the 15th of the previous month. More information can be found here.
October 12, 2012
Coming Soon.....
Next Friday is the Alpha Male Blog Hop. Lots and lots of authors to check out.
I'll be talking about my alphas - how they are the same, how they are different and what makes them sooooooo hot!
So get ready to hop - Friday - October 19th to Monday Oct 22nd.
I'll be talking about my alphas - how they are the same, how they are different and what makes them sooooooo hot!
So get ready to hop - Friday - October 19th to Monday Oct 22nd.
October 10, 2012
Tamaria Soana Fights Against Domestic Violence
The last two years of Erica Bloom’s life have been spent looking over her shoulder. Sawyer Marsh promised the day she filed for divorce and left him, that if he couldn't have her no one would. Even though Sawyer hasn’t contacted her in two years she’s still feared for her life. She remembers all too well the nightmare their marriage was and what it felt to be on the receiving end of his wrath.
The news of Sawyer’s engagement allows Erica to finally let her guard down and enjoy her new life and budding relationship with Brock Maxwell.
While away relaxing at Brock’s vacation home on the Willow Lake, the past comes back to haunt her. Were the past few years just the calm before the storm?
Excerpt:
Erica picked it up and smiled when she saw it was Joann calling.
“Hey, Joann.”
“Hi, Erica. You busy?”
“No, not at all. I was just reading the paper.”
“Did you hear the news about Sawyer?”
Erica stood up. Chills ran down her spine at the mention of his name. “What news?” she replied, just above a whisper.
“He’s getting married.”
The words stunned her.
“Erica, are you still there?” Joann asked.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down so she could respond.
“How do you know?” she managed to stammer. So many feelings were flowing through her body as she paced the floor. They ranged from fear to relief. Was he truly moving on?
“Tim ran into his cousin at the hardware store. He said they’re getting married in a few months.”
“Wow.” Erica breathed out.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. This is good news. He’s moved on. Maybe I can stop looking over my shoulder every time I go out. Do you know who she is?”
“No. From what I understand, some woman he met while on a business trip and Sawyer’s cousin mentioned that she’s much younger.”
“The poor girl doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. I feel for her because I know all of his tricks. He’s sexy and charming in the beginning and you’re so over the top in love with him. You marry him and get so caught up in the fairytale you believe is your life, until one day he changes into the man he truly is. A monster,” Erica stoically stated.
“Erica, I know you went through hell with him, but it’s been two years. You have a terrific man in your life. I think it’s time you let go of the past and live again.”
Erica sank down on the couch. She felt like she was hit by a freight train. “I have a lot to think about. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Let’s get together soon.”
“Sounds great.”
“Erica, relax. The nightmare is finally over.” Her friend reassured her.
“Bye, Joann.” Erica ended the call and stared into space. Could it be that easy? Am I honestly free from that man once and for all?
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Note from the Author:
To say it’s surreal to have my short story come light is an understatement. The vision for this story came to me months ago. I wanted to write a short story to raise awareness for Domestic Abuse. This cause is very near to my heart. I also wanted to find away to use my story to raise money for the cause. After a few phone calls I decided I needed to look no further than my own back yard. I live near Buffalo, New York and we have a wonderful woman’s shelter that has helped countess woman and children get back on their feet.
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I will donate 100% of the proceeds from The Calm Before the Storm in October to my local woman's shelter, and 50% for the life of the book.
Here are some Domestic Violence Statistics
Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten.
Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.
Nearly 1 in 5 teenage girls who have been in a relationship said a boyfriend threatened violence or self-harm if presented with a breakup.
Every day in the US, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends.
Those facts alone make you want stand up and do something. One thing you can do if you're in an abusive relationship or know someone that is please get help by calling the hotline.
National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224
Things you can do to make a difference
Buy the Calm Before the Storm Amazon Buy Link
Donate to The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence NCADV Site
Support your local woman’s shelter by donating money, clothes, and basic toiletries.
End the Silence on Domestic Violence Dr Phil’s Site View Dr Phil’s Campaign
A few Lyrics from one of my Favorite songs. View the Youtube
Black Eyes, Blue Tears by Shania Twain
Black eyes, I don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom
Positively never goin' back
I won't live where things are so out of whack
No more rollin' with the punches
No more usin' or abusin'
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please-no more
Definitley found my self esteem
Finally-I'm forever free to dream
No more cryin' in the corner
No excuses-no more bruises
It's all behind me, they'll never find me now
Find your self-esteem and be forever free to dream
Author Bio:
Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.
She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.
Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.
Author Links: Site Weebly Facebook Author Page Twitter
September 30, 2012
On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful
Let's get right to it – stand up and welcome – Lynda Bailey (loud applause)
My name’s Lynda Bailey and I’m promoting my newest release, On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—MIC. This is a contemporary, erotic novella and is the first in a four-part anthology.
Tell us about yourself. Where were you born? Where do you live now?I was born and raised in the great state of Iowa. After getting a BA in Technical Theatre from the University of Northern Iowa in Cedar Falls, I moved west to Reno, NV. I had several friends working the huge stage show, Don Arden’s Hello, Hollywood, Hello. For a couple of months, I “worked the bounce” then got hired fulltime to work on the Stage Right crew. My future hubby worked on the Electric crew and the rest, as they say, is history. J
How long have you been writing? What inspired you to write?I’ve been making up stories since I was a little girl, usually to my favorite TV show. I’d lay awake in bed, thinking “what if this” and “what if that” until I had an entire story mapped out in my head. My inspiration for actually putting words on paper was the utterly fabulous Lorraine Heath. Her stories always touch a deep, emotional chord with me. My goal as a writer is to have readers feel about my stories the way I feel about Ms. Heath’s.
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."?Um, not without some prodding. LOL. A couple of years back, when I worked as a substitute teacher, a 6th grade teacher wanted me to talk with her students about being a “working” writer. I scoffed at the idea because I wasn’t a writer, not really. I had nothing published. But Jolene insisted and that was my turning point. Since then, I proudly refer to myself as a writer.
What genre do you write in? List names of published books.I write mostly contemporary romance with heat levels ranging from hot to sizzling. J But I also penned Wildflower, an erotic western. My “other self” (Bailey Lynn) has written a YA romance. Currently I have five titles available through Amazon.com. Battle-Born Love (sexy, contemporary romance; first in my Battle for Love series), Boy Next Door(contemporary, erotic romance-novella), Wildflower(erotic, western romance), Fulfilledand Glad to Be Home (erotic short stories.)
What is your latest book about?On the Corner of Heartache and Hope—MICis a total “ugly duckling” story, as are most of my stories. It’s set in the fictional town of Tatum, Nebraska. Michaela (Mic) runs an automotive garage. Her most loyal customer, Ester, died when Mic was out of town. Ester’s grandson, Scott, comes to Tatum to settle the estate. A misunderstanding leads to a dinner date which leads to an interesting proposal on Mic’s part. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that. J
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets)Aside from typing “The End,” I think my favorite part is the planning/plotting stage. I love to think about my characters and all the various ways I can make their lives miserable. <wink> I even jot down snippets of dialogue for stories that I probably won’t start for at least a year, if not longer.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?Actual people don’t end up on my stories, but they do inspire my characters. For On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—MIC, the heroine is based on a gal I met in passing years ago. She worked as an auto mechanic and helped me out when I stupidly locked my keys in my car.
When you aren't writing, what are some of your hobbies and interests?My husband and I moved into a new house earlier this year. My hobbies and interests these days pretty much are centered on getting the yard up to snuff.
Tell us something your readers don’t know about you.I’m a totally metal-head when it comes to music. My favorite band is Disturbed.
If you could meet an author (dead or alive) who would it be and why?Since I’ve already had the pleasure of meeting Lorraine Heath in 2010, I’d have to say Ernest Hemmingway. The Snows of Kilimanjaro is one of my favorite short stories.
Where do you write? Office, kitchen table, computer, laptop? Where would the perfect location be for you?I use a laptop and alternate between being in my office and sitting in my La-Z-Boy recliner. I had back surgery last September and sometimes sitting at my desk can cause my back and neck to ache. That’s when I switch to the recliner. The perfect spot for me to write is where I’m physically comfortable and can look outside at the quail, rabbits and squirrels that populate our new neighborhood.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato? Ice cream, hands down.Baseball or hockey? Hockey. Baseball’s too slow for me.Hot red finger nail polish or bare nails? Bare nails. I work too much in the dirt for anything fancy.Spaghetti or steak? Spaghetti. I’m a vegetarian. Laying on a beach or skiing down a mountain? Considering I don’t think God ever intended for man to strap boards to his feet and see how fast he could go down a mountain of snow, laying on a beach. LOLWhite roses or red roses? Ohhh, tough choice. Red.Last one – tell us 1 thing about you that's fun. I love to sing along—badly—with the radio.
Blurb - Beautiful auto mechanic, Michaela Anderson, has never known a man’s touch and, at twenty-six, she questions whether she ever will. Then high school heartthrob, Scott Trehune, comes home and she sees the opportunity to fulfill her dream.When his beloved grandmother unexpectedly dies, Scott goes back to Tatum. Drowning in grief, he turns to Nonie’s mechanic, Mic, for comfort and finds much more than he bargained for.Lives, like streets, can run parallel or they can cross. Sometimes those crossroads lead to heartache or they lead to hope.
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http://amzn.com/B009FEDO3W
My favourite part of writing is also typing – The End! And I agree – humans were not meant to throw themselves down the sides of mountains on skis. Thanks for dropping by – it's been fun.
