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December 8, 2012
Spotlight on Lia Davis with giveaway!
Today it’s my pleasure to introduce you to Lia Davis. She’s visiting to celebrate her newest release, Death’s Storm. The following is an interview which gives you an insight to the two main characters, Khloe and Jagger.
Interview with Khloe and Jagger
I stepped out of my car and breathed in the crisp autumn air. The mountains were so beautiful this time of year. I looked around at the multi-colored landscape and sighed. I have got to talk the hubby into moving up here. Shivering at the sudden cool breeze, I move to the front porch of the Bradenton cabin. Before I could knock, Khloe opened the door and greeted me with a smile.
Khloe: Oh good you made it. Did you find the place all right?
Me: *nodding* Yes, plus Willow met me about a quarter mile before I reached the driveway.
Khloe: *laughing, she stepped aside and ushered me inside* Yeah, she’s good that way. Have a seat. Jagger will be here in a few.
*I sat on the sofa while Khloe walked around the kitchen island that separated the two rooms*
Me: Where is he?
Khloe: He and Lex had to see Hecate about new developments in the war.
Me: *I frowned* There are more? Is it something I already know?
Khloe: *She walked back into the living room with a tray holding two teacups and a jar of honey* No, you don’t know yet. Hell, I don’t even know what the demon brothers are up to. I’ll get it out of Jagger later. *she winked and I laughed*
*The French doors at the back of the living room opened and Jagger entered. His gaze met mine and he nodded before he enveloped Khloe in a tight hug and kissed her neck, then her lips.*
Jagger: I hope you weren’t waiting long.
Me: No. I just got here. So how is that brother of yours?
Jagger: Lex will always be Lex.
Khloe: *snorted* Yes, freakishly quiet, yet deadly. I’m glad he’s on our team. However, I did see a tiny twitch of his lips that looked a little like a smile trying to break free the other day when Cassia was over at the house.
Jagger: *threw his head back in a laugh* I saw that, too. But that little girl has a way to get into your heart.
Me: *I nodded in agreement* Yes, she does.
*I cleared my throat and prepared to ask my first question. One that had been bugging me for a while*
Khloe, are you up to talk about the…life altering…?
Khloe: No.
*I stole a quick glance at Jagger, who just shook his head as he led Khloe to the armchair across from me. He sat and pulled her into his lap*
Me: Are you still mad? Are you dealing with it okay?
Khloe: No, I’m not mad. I’m adjusting.
Me: *Okay, she really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. So I changed the subject* Jagger, how do you like living in the human realm?
Jagger: *shrugs* It’s okay.
Khloe: He’s too demon. The strong minded and sensitive humans know he isn’t like them. So he doesn’t get out much.
Jagger: Unless I’m chasing Khan’s low-lives.
Me: Can you two share any future plans?
Jagger and Khloe: *speaks at the same time* Not without giving something away.
Me: You can’t blame me for trying. Thanks so much for the interview.
Khloe: *stands to follow me to the door* Anytime. It was fun. Drive safe. *she wrapped me into a hug bye*
Me: I will, thanks.
For more of Jagger and Khloe, pick up
Death’s Storm at Amazon | B&N | ARe | Kobo.
Thanks for coming by.
Title: Death’s Storm, The Divinities, book 2
Author: Lia Davis
Blurb:
Technical genius and demi-goddess–aka Divinity–Khloe Bradenton relies on no one for help, and she definitely doesn’t need comfort from anyone other than her twin. After her parents died by the demons’ hands over two years ago, she has graciously stepped up to her place in the war between demons and witches. When a creature far more dangerous than the ones responsible for killing her parents claims he is her guardian, she is torn between her desires for the dark predator and the painful loss she has endured at the hands of her enemies.
One of the last death demons still in existence, Jagger has pledged his life to the Goddess Hecate. Charged with the guardianship over the Divinities, he is never to approach them, but to aid them from a distance. When the firestorm, Khloe, sacrifices herself to save her twin and best friend and becomes the prey, he has no choice but to reveal himself to her. He is taken by surprise when the need to claim her as his own emerges. A desire he has never felt before could be more dangerous than the demons out to destroy them.
Excerpt:
Stepping off the curb to head to the car, Khloe stilled and let the warm air caress her skin. An electrical charge that only the select few magickin—like her and the other Divinities—could detect was palpable in the humid summer air.
Her spine tingled as the supernatural energy drifted on the wind, putting her on full alert. Reaching out with her senses, she relaxed. A little. The energy was familiar in an odd kind of way. Her admirer was nearby.
More like a stalker, really, without the creepy love letters and phone calls.
For the last month, someone had watched her and followed her every move. When the entity was near, a warm shiver rolled over her skin like a caress. The energy didn’t come from a human. Demon? Maybe. But, the power was too intense to be any demonic creature she’d come in contact with. She considered one of the gods, but that didn’t make sense either. The gods wouldn’t stalk her. They would send a messenger or deliver their message in person. She and the others had also thought it could be a guardian.
Whatever the entity was, it annoyed the hell out of her to be followed around and spied upon.
She scanned to mall parking lot and the sidewalk that lead to the various shops. Nothing remotely threatening came into view or reached out to her supernatural senses. Then again, she never saw anything when she sensed the presence. It had shown up last month, right after she and Kalissa had been thrust into an ancient war between witches and demons.
That was when she and Kalissa found a note from their mother telling them about the Sinew—a crystal sphere that held the magic of the worlds—and sent Kalissa on a mission to retrieve it. As Divinities, it was their duty to protect magickin from Khan, the new Bastard Lord of the Underworld.
Author Bio:
Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, graphic designer, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!
An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing and designing are stress relievers that allow her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.
Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature, and hanging out with her kitties.
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to three…that’s 3!!!… randomly picked commenters.
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December 6, 2012
It’s December already!
Wow! Where does the time go? I haven’t even started my shopping or baking yet, and there are only 19 days left until Christmas. Do you have family traditions that you follow during the holidays?
My Mom and I get together every year before Christmas and bake up a plethora of Christmas goodies. From sweet bread (Christmas Morning Loaf), to pies, shortbread to sugar cookies, banana bread to cinnamon loaves, we have fun creating all the special treats our family loves. Oh, I must not forget the homemade donuts and roll out molasses cookies. Then there are things chocolate…chocolate macaroons, chocolate chip cookies, cakes, cupcakes, and fudge. We used to make a variety of chocolates, (better than any you’d find in a store) but haven’t done so for a few years now. We’re both diabetics and it is way too tempting. Of course, so are the baked goodies, but they don’t heighten the sugar count nearly as much as chocolate does.
Feel free to check out my recipe page. A lot of our favorites are listed there. Enjoy and happy baking. 
November 28, 2012
Shadow Man by Tara Fox Hall
My Thoughts:
Shadow Man is the 2nd book in the Lash Series by Tara Fox Hall. It is a book of blooming happiness, heated desire, and debilitating grief. The author takes you through an amazing array of emotions as we follow Lash…his life, his loves, his loss. If you like shifter stories, you’re sure to enjoy Lash’s journey as a weresnake.
Shadow Man Blurb:
A renegade vampire begins amassing a flock of true believers, threatening America’s vampire hierarchy. Weresnake Lash partners with old enemy Danial and new allies Burl and Spiderboy to track down and annihilate them. Betrayed and left for dead, Lash reemerges the victor, edging ever upward in the Assassin’s Ranking, and catching the eye of the sultry nightclub singer Cassandra Nile. Drawn into drugs by Cassie, Lash begins to doubt himself, yearning to leave his life of violence, even as enemies close in from every side. When catastrophe strikes again, and Hill House is destroyed, Lash flees north to Devlin, again pledging service to a Vampire Ruler in return for both safety and revenge. Horrifically injured saving Devlin’s life, Lash is granted a potion to tremendously slow his aging, along with an evil request. Healed yet disheartened, Lash returns to his old friend Jasmine, who urges him to take Devlin’s offer.
I am honored to take part in the Shadow Man Book Tour and Contest!! They have some amazing prizes lined up, including a cat bed designed and created by Tara herself.
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For my latest interview, check out Sizzling Hot Books here: http://www.sizzlinghotbooks.net/2012/11/tara-fox-hall-interview.html
Tara is doing a giveaway! How would you like to win a set of magnets and bookmarks for the Promise Me and Lash series to date two pens? Leave a comment. Winner will be announced by the end of the tour.
November 16, 2012
Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!!!
Welcome back, Doris!
Masks of a Tiger is Doris’s new release and it sounds hot! Read on to see for yourself.
Blurb:
Neeve doesn’t understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend’s sister-in-law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn’t expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?
Excerpt:
“Good girl, drink it all.” His voice had dropped an octave, and Neeve’s skin tightened in need. She tried to scoot away from him, but he anticipated her move, and in the flash of an eye he was sitting on the couch with her on his lap. His strong arms tightened around her when she tried to get off. “Stop it. You will just hurt yourself, and I can still put you over my knee.”
He chuckled into her neck when she snorted in frustration, and she glared at him.
“Sure, use your superior strength to make your point. Get off on beating up on women, do you?”
She regretted the words almost the minute they left her mouth, and she didn’t dare look at him. He went so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.
His arms tightened around her for an instant, and then he sighed. One of his large hands trailed slowly up her side, until he reached her neck. He gently massaged the knot of tension away.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
The growly whisper was impossible to ignore. She forced her gaze upwards, and the grim determination on Grisha’s face took her breath away.
“Who hurt you, Neeve? Give me the name of the fucking bastard, and I’ll tear him limb from limb.”
The steely determination in his eyes, and the controlled, almost careful, way his chest rose and fell sent shivers down her spine. The tight grip he had on his emotions and the quiet way he studied her made her feel as though she was the prey he was about to pounce on. Rather than fear coursing through her veins, it was an entirely different emotion making her breath hitch and her nipples tighten. He noticed of course. He seemed to notice everything, and his gaze dropped briefly to her breasts. They ached under that quick visual as though he had run his hands over them, and Neeve shook her head.
“I wouldn’t give any man the satisfaction of being able to hurt me. I told you, I’m not a sub.”
Grisha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they glittered with barely suppressed fury. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“If that is truly the way you feel, then why are you still sitting on my lap? Should you not be running away screaming?” He lifted his hands away from her, as if to make his point. “Yet here you sit. Why is that I wonder?”
“I … I… I’m not. … I mean…” Neeve hated how wobbly her voice sounded. Why was she still sitting on his lap?
“I’m sorry.” The words flew from her mouth before she knew she was going to say them. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I did, really.”
Grisha nodded, once. That was his only reaction. Hands placed on the couch either side of his legs he didn’t move, just watched her with that unwavering attention that pinned her, as though he had tied her to him with invisible bonds.
“Thank you for taking care of this.” She lifted her wrist and tried to smile at him, but her attempt wavered as his expression darkened. He took hold of her hand and turned it over. He bent his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. His hot breath sent tingles up her arm, and she clenched her hand into a fist. He kissed her knuckles, one at a time, before he pressed his lips against the bandage. He licked a path up her inner arm, leaving the most delicious tingles in its wake, and Neeve could almost forget who this man was and what he stood for. When he finally raised his head and looked at her, Neeve struggled to draw breath into her lungs.
“Why do you feel the need to mutilate this beautiful skin, sweetheart?”
“I … you wouldn’t understand. And it’s none of your business.”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled—a slow, sexy as sin, I-can-see-straight-through-your-bullshit-smile—that broke through every one of Neeve’s carefully constructed layers of witty comeback, years of pretense, and cut right into the pain she carried with her, lest she ever forget what happened.
“Trust me.”
The whispered statement hung between them, and Neeve shook her head.
“I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”
“Because sometimes it’s easier to tell someone you don’t know.” He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. “And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you’ll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame.”
He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he’d placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve’s stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” His lips hovered over hers and when she opened her eyes, he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve’s mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.
“When you’re ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve.”
Purchase links for Masks of a Tiger:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/masks-of-a-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/
http://www.amazon.com/Masks-Tiger-Club-Ink-ebook/dp/B00A86K75O/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353064446&sr=1-4&keywords=masks+of+a+tiger
http://www.bookstrand.com/masks-of-a-tiger-mf
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-masksofatiger-1003550-142.html
Stalking links for Doris:
Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/
Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/mamaD8
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/
November 14, 2012
New Release!!! High-Tech Holiday!!!
I am so pleased to present this year’s Christmas story, High-Tech Holiday. My friend, DJ, and I brain-stormed it last year, but it was never completed. She got to nagging me a few weeks ago, so I finished it, had it beta read and edited while I did up the cover, then put it together to upload on Amazon.
Christmas to me is about love and sharing. Who better to do that with than family? Although I’m lucky enough to have my dearest family members near, there are plenty of people who travel to visit family during the holidays.
In High-Tech Holiday, Kris Temple is one of them. She’s flying home to spend Thanksgiving with her family, extremely tired yet exhilarated from shopping earlier in the day. This is the weekend when her family decides who plays Santa on Christmas morning and, not having any children of her own, she’s determined that this year, it will be her. Of course, things get really interesting when she strikes up a conversation with her hunky, drop-dead gorgeous seat mate, Aaron Masters.
That’s all I will say for now. The blurb and excerpt to follow will give you a sneak peek into the lives of Kris and Aaron, but first, I’d like to wish everyone a safe and profitable Black Friday and a Happy Thanksgiving.
Being Canadian, we celebrated Thanksgiving in October. It’s important to give thanks for the many blessings we receive…family, friends, food, shelter…they all feature daily in our lives. So does love, respect, and consideration for others. I’ve never taken part in the Black Friday madness, but I’ve heard the horror stories. Please be patient while waiting in those long line-ups. If you have an ereader of some kind, download a few stories to prevent you from being bored and cranky. LOL High-Tech Holiday would be an excellent choice, and you can check out my Amazon Author page for a list of all my available books. Enjoy!
Blurb:
Kris Temple is a web graphics designer, an ambitious entrepreneur striving to survive in a dog-eat-dog world. She also wants to win her family’s Christmas contest. She adorns herself in full holiday gear the night before thanksgiving and is flying home fully decorated. She’s thrilled to find herself seated next to a handsome man. But Kris has a speech problem. However would she converse with this man without stuttering and embarrassing herself?
Aaron Masters is not thrilled to be flying economy, but his personal jet is in for repairs. He’d had to scurry to the reservation desk at the last minute to book a seat on the only flight out, and now he finds his practical, no-nonsense demeanor assaulted by a woman dressed as a holiday advertisement…his seatmate. How could he hope to ignore this woman for the entire flight?
With their flight being rerouted, calls from her ex-fiancé/co-worker pleading for assistance, and his ex-girlfriend stalking him, they are certainly in for a memorable flight.
Excerpt:
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We are being rerouted due to a severe storm front sweeping down from Canada. We are unable to return to Chicago or continue on to Minneapolis.” There was a general murmur of discontent at this announcement.
“We are being rerouted south to Atlanta. Attendants will be on hand to assist with reservations for accommodation and help reschedule your flights. We apologize for the delay in your travels but deem the safety of our passengers our top concern. We are sorry for any inconvenience.”
“I should have stayed in Chicago,” Ethan mumbled.
“I’m going to miss the contest. Darn.”
Ethan pulled out his cell phone. “George, have Donald bring the car around to the airport and instruct Maria to make up a guest room. I think I have a travel companion who’ll be staying overnight.” He signed off a moment later and turned to her. “I hope you don’t mind me making plans for you, but since Atlanta is one of the corporate locations for the businesses I run, I know finding decent accommodation will be next to impossible.”
She hesitated briefly, before replying, “That sounds fine. Thank you. Are you sure it won’t put you out?”
“I have a six thousand square-foot loft. You won’t be crowding me,” he said with just a hint of a smile.
“I should call my family and let them know about the delay.” Nothing like stating the obvious, Kris, she thought with disgust as she flipped open her cell phone.
“Hi, Mom. I’m going to be delayed. They’ve rerouted my flight due to a storm. Yes, we’re landing Atlanta. No, I have all my luggage with me. Yes, Mom, I do have clean underwear,” she whispered the last part. She could feel the flush of color rushing into her face. God! How embarrassing. Once again she could tell he was listening to her every word. Especially when she whispered her response to her mother and he’d leaned closer.
“Yes, I’ll call as soon as I land. Bye for now.”
Shoving the phone deep into her pocket, she turned to see a huge grin on the handsome face next to her. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“More than I ever thought possible.” His answering smile showed off a dimple in his right cheek.
“Well, I’m feeling rather exposed at the moment. So maybe you can share something personal about yourself?”
“Actually I was going to ask you what color.”
“What color?”
“Are they?”
“Are what?” she was starting to wonder if he was a little tipsy.
“Your underwear.”
“That is none of your business,” she admonished, incredulous he would even dare ask.
“Well, it sounded like your mom was concerned about it. I just figured I should be too.”
Now she could see he was really having fun at her expense. But then, it was kind of funny that a successful, independent woman had a mother who still wanted to make sure she had clean underwear in case of an emergency.
“My mom’s a bit old-fashioned and still thinks I’m twelve. She treats all of us that way.”
High-Tech Holiday is now available at Amazon. Only 99 cents!
November 11, 2012
And the winners are…
The winners of a free download of Bad Boy Blake are:
Elyzabeth M Valey, Miriam Whitewolf, and Ann Q.
Congratulations! Thank you to all who participated and helped me celebrate my new release.
Cover Art Reveal! High-Tech Holiday! Coming soon!
Christmas is my favorite time of year. The family get togethers, the concerts, the special church services, even the shopping. I love seeing the streets, stores, and houses all decorated for the holiday. But I especially love the spirit of peace and goodwill during this time. Too bad it didn’t last all year.
And the food!!! I can’t forget about all the delicious cooking and baking on offer. Yummy!
This year I’ve once again penned a Christmas novella. It’s titled High-Tech Holiday and will be releasing November 15th. Here’s a sneak peek. Enjoy!
Blurb:
Kris Temple is a web graphics designer, an ambitious entrepreneur striving to survive in a dog-eat-dog world. She also wants to win her family’s Christmas contest. She adorns herself in full holiday gear the night before thanksgiving and is flying home fully decorated. She’s thrilled to find herself seated next to a handsome man. But Kris has a speech problem. However would she converse with this man without stuttering and embarrassing herself?
Aaron Masters is not thrilled to be flying economy, but his personal jet is in for repairs. He’d had to scurry to the reservation desk at the last minute to book a seat on the only flight out, and now he finds his practical, no-nonsense demeanor assaulted by a woman dressed as a holiday advertisement…his seatmate. How could he hope to ignore this woman for the entire flight?
With their flight being rerouted, calls from her ex-fiancé/co-worker pleading for assistance, and his ex-girlfriend stalking him, they are certainly in for a memorable flight.
November 8, 2012
Spotlight on C.R. Moss and Wild West Hauntings!
C.R. Moss has provided some insight into the creation of this story. Here is a visit with Cassie, a character from the Wild West stories…
Hi! My name is Catherine “Cassie” Harding, and I’m one of the main characters in Wild West Weekend, and I have a small part in Wild West Hauntings. I was raised in the northeast, but after college I traveled west and became a bit of a nomad. I supported myself by waitressing and working behind the games in casinos. I went from place to place and held various jobs, but this in turn let me meet a lot of interesting and wonderful people and helped to shape who I am.
I ended up on the Nevada ranch, The Double D, to meet up with my best friend, Bristol, who I hadn’t seen in ages. Bristol was a big Broadway actress. She’d needed a break and change of scenery so I thought we could meet at the place I used to visit in my youth. I figured, it’s off the beaten path—no real chance of the paparazzi getting to her and being there would give us a chance to relax and catch up with each other. It’d also give me the opportunity to see if I could meet up with Dakota again.
See, I had met Dakota when we were young. I thought he was a cute teen and fun to be around. His family has owned the ranch since his ancestors founded it back in the mid-to-late 1800’s. Luckily, I found him still living and working at the ranch and very much unattached. He’d turned out to be a real hunk! Bristol had arrived at the ranch earlier than I had and had met up with Damon, Dak’s younger brother, who ended up…umm…‘entertaining’ her. But that’s all right, it gave me and Dak plenty of time to catch up with each other.
Now Dak and I are having the normal relationship issues, Bristol and Damon are expecting and getting married and a new person has arrived at the ranch—Marianne’s sister, Rachel Star. And with her arrival, things have gotten pretty spooky. I don’t mind the paranormal. In fact, it’s an interest of mine. 
Here’s a bit of info regarding that…
~ Excerpt ~
… “You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost. What gives?”
Marianne gulped. “I think we did. And when did you learn to play the piano?”
Rachel’s gaze flitted around the room. Bristol, who still sat in the rocker, had gone white again. Even the men seemed out of sorts, staring at her like she’d grown two heads.
“Excuse me? I was just sitting by the fire.” She went to point down at the hearth, which wasn’t there, but several feet away. Spinning to look behind her to gain her bearings, she almost whacked her knee on the piano bench. A chill scuttled through her body. She turned back to the women. How?
“Yeah.” Cassie bobbed her head as if agreeing with her thought. “You were totally zoned out. Didn’t hear us at all. When you got up and went to the piano, I thought Marianne was going to totally lose it. At first there was a haze to the left of you.” Cassie held up her smartphone. “See? We caught pictures. Then after you stopped playing.” Cassie moved her finger around on the device then showed it. “The orb at your lower back is particularly interesting.”
Rachel snatched the phone away from her, quickly flipped through the pictures on the small screen. Fingering the photos back and forth, her heart rate beat a frantic staccato. They were right. In the images, she looked zoned out, like the flickering of the fire had put her in a state of self-hypnosis. Just as Cassie had said, a translucent, milky white shimmer floated in the air near her in most of the photos, while a red haze clung to her form. A few toward the end showed bright fluffy looking spheres amassing next to the piano. Then a huge one drifted toward her back in the last picture.
The same area Dalton touched me. She swallowed hard. Tamping down the rush of panic zooming through her brain and the flux of bile rising in her throat, she put on a brave, hopefully unruffled, face. “These are…” Hating the way her voice and hand shook as she handed back the phone, she took a deep breath, then continued, “Quite interesting. Sure your lens isn’t dirty?”
Cassie shrugged. “It could be, but then why didn’t the smudges stay in one place? The haze moved around. Don’t you think it’s a bit freaky?”
~ Blurb for Wild West Hauntings ~
Double D Ranch Tales, 2
In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.
With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.
Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.
Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?
***Be Warned: sex toys***
***An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary Western ***
An Editor’s Pick ~ Wild West Hauntings is available in all popular reading formats at Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/wild-west-hauntings-by-c-r-moss-and-r-m-sotera/
Bio: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat.
Find C.R. Moss here ~
* Website: http://www.crmoss.net/
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November 4, 2012
New Release by London Saint James!
Thanks so much for having me today to talk about my newest release, The Good Sister (Part Two). Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
~Francois Rabelais~
The Good Sister Part Two Blurb:
Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.
When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?
Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?
Note: The Good Sister 2 is the completion of a two-book, erotic contemporary series. Best if read in order. The Good Sister 2 contains anal sex, abduction and attempted rape of the heroine by a secondary character.
The Good Sister Part Two Excerpt:
The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited.
“Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.”
Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”
“And you need to zip your pants.”
Clothes straightened, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.
“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?”
“Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”
As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.”
“Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”
Ashton stepped in front of me.
“Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”
Reid’s eyes flickered fury.
“Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”
“Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”
Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary.
“Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?”
“No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.
“So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”
Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at my hand.
“Well…” Ashton smiled. “We were going to make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal.”
A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec. A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid.
I snapped.
“Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I want to punch you in the face!”
Ashton chuckled.
“Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost befuddled. “Fucking shit!” he yelled.
He balled up his fist before he threw up his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake.
Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.
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October 29, 2012
New Release!!! Bad Boy Blake!
October 5th was my first anniversary as a published author, and today marks the release of my 13th title! That’s right folks, Bad Boy Blake is my lucky number 13.
I want to stop right here and say a heartfelt thank you to all those who have purchased, read, and reviewed my books. Your feedback has encouraged to keep writing. There’s nothing more enjoyable to an author than to hear, “When is the next one releasing?” And I’ve heard this often. I love to write, but the writing road is not a smooth or easy one. I’ve learned a lot this past year and I continue to learn in order to bring you believable stories of romance and romantic suspense.
Bad Boy Blake came about because of a conversation I had with a friend of mine. We were discussing pole dancing (something I couldn’t do if my life depended on it!) and that led us to wondering what kind of man would attract her and/or be attracted by her. That was the moment Blake Bennett was born.
Blake had been the town bad boy in his teens, always pushing his limits and his uncle, the Sheriff at the time, to see what he could get away with. In his early twenties he married and settled down, somewhat, not entirely turning over a new leaf, but he had become more respectable. Then tragedy struck…his wife and unborn child died. Blaming himself and thinking that if he had been a better person, they’d still be alive, he vowed to change his ways. And he did.
Blake is a handsome son of a gun. He’s also gentle, caring, and extremely sexy, in or out of uniform. He started an after school program for teens and became involved with the youth of his community. By the time his uncle retired, the townspeople clamored for him to run for Sheriff. He did and he won.
Gina West moves to Westonville to open a dance studio. Smart, pretty, and sexy as can be, she hooks the Sheriff without even trying. But Gina is not who she claims to be and her hidden agenda might just prove to be her downfall.
Here’s the official blurb:
Blake Bennett is the town bad boy turned Sheriff, elected to keep the peace. When Blake first meets Gina, she’s butting heads with the Mayor…over the type of dancing she teaches—pole dancing.
Gina West is a professional dancer, who retired from the stage, and moves to Westonville, NB, to start her own dance studio. But Gina is not who she claims to be, and when strange things start happening…vengeful threats and vandalism…Blake begins digging for the truth. In his role as protector, he begins to fall for Gina, but will her lies and subterfuge destroy any chance for them to be together?
Want more? The following is a never before publicized excerpt:
Her arms came around his neck, and he met her halfway, their lips connecting, teasing, coaxing a response. Passion swelled within him. In moments, his erection pushed against the seam of his jeans. Blake stood, his hands under her bottom, securing her in place as he backed her against the wall. Their lips never parted as he reached down with one hand, unzipped his pants and freed his cock.
He took her then. Entered her silken warmth with one mighty thrust that had her crying out for more. And more he gave, pumping his length up into her time after time, working her until her muscles tightened around him and her juices gushed forth, molten hot. She cried out his name as she climaxed. Hearing it was the impetus needed to spark his own orgasm. Him and her, together. This was meant to be. With one final thrust, he sunk his shaft deep inside, kissing her as he experienced the thrill of making love to her again.
Her legs still wrapped around his waist, he withdrew long enough to carry her through to the bedroom. “This time, we’ll take it slow and easy,” he promised.
“Take me any way you want me, Blake. Just don’t stop.”
A chuckle began deep in his throat. “Lady, I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. You rocket me to oblivion and beyond.”
“Then let’s get that rocket fired up again. I’m aiming for the moon this time.”
I hope you’ve enjoyed this sneak peak.
Available at Evernight Publishing, All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand , Amazon, and wherever ebooks are sold.
To celebrate my first year in publication, I’ll be giving away 3 ebook copies of Bad Boy Blake. Just leave a comment to get your name in the draw. I’d be interested to know which, if any, of my books you’ve read and what your thoughts are on them. If I’m a new to you author, let me know that as well. 9 stops, 9 chances to win! Winners will be announced November 10th.
Blog Tour Schedule for Bad Boy Blake:
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Lia Davis
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Cr Moss
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London Saint James
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