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March 19, 2015
Cover Reveal for Dark Shadows of the Past by Angel Sefer
Cover Reveal
for
Dark Shadows of the Past
(The Greek Isles Series Book 4)
by Angel Sefer
Blurb:
A deadly conspiracy…
Stunning jewelry designer Christina Connors wakes up laying on a freezing hard surface surrounded by spine-chilling darkness. Realizing she is dumped in an alley next to a dead body, she searches her mind for answers of how she got there but it’s terrifyingly blank. As the fog lifts, memories of dreadful events come crashing down on her.
A secret identity…
Christina finds herself caught in a deadly game of conspiracy, murder, and vengeance. She must discover how to play the game while concealing her real identity as Sophia Rosetti, the daughter of Mafia lord Paolo Rosetti.
Love or betrayal…
Seductively handsome police detective Dan Mallory takes over Christina’s case and vows to protect the feisty enchantress. But when her real identity is revealed, the betrayal is mind blowing. Who is Christina really? Is she the innocent victim running for her life, or is she a deceitful charmer who stole his heart and led him into a conspiracy that could cost him not only his job but also his life.
About the Author:
Angel Sefer was born in Athens, Greece, and has studied and worked on both sides of the Atlantic. She holds a degree in Economics and divides her time between the corporate world and her true passion: reading and writing mystery romance novels, full of heart-racing action, suspense, twists and turns, and breathtaking romance.
Angel is an award-winning, bestselling author, a blogger, and a member of ASMSG, WLC, and several other writers groups.
She lives in Athens, Greece, with the two loves of her life—her son and her husband.
The Greek islands—alluring destinations that cast a spell on the visitor from the very first moment—are among her favorite settings. She has written a whole series of standalone mystery romance novels—The Greek Isles Series—each taking place on a different island.
In this series, dark mysteries mingle with sizzling romances, while the reader enjoys the virtual experience of visiting some of the most enchanting Greek islands. The impeccable beauty of those islands—where nature exists lavishly in hundred shades of green and blue, and centuries of Greek tradition coexist harmoniously with cosmopolitan activity—will steal the reader’s heart away.
Award-winning, bestseller Spellbound in His Arms is the first novel published in The Greek Isles Series. In this suspenseful tale of murder, deceit, and political cover-up, sexy investigative reporter Jackie ignites the fury and stirs the passion of mysterious police detective Michael. The action unfolds on majestic Corfu in the dazzling aquamarine waters of the Ionian Sea.
Bestseller Deadly Secrets is the second novel published in The Greek Isles Series. Stunning Helena and seductive Captain Dimitris confront each other—and make sparks—in this suspenseful tale of murder, deceit, embezzlement, and treachery. The action unfolds on picturesque Mykonos—one of the most beautiful islands in the sparkling sapphire waters of the Aegean Sea—and is supported by a steamy story of forbidden love.
The Heiress of Santorini is the third novel published in The Greek Isles Series. The startling truth about her billionaire client drives breathtaking insurance manager Alexandra over the edge but cannot quell her desire for sinfully handsome and off-limits Mark. This tale of non-stop action, suspense, deceit, and murder unfolds in Atlanta, New York, and on the awe-inspiring island of Santorini—a precious gem in the Aegean Sea that is still an active volcano with spectacular rock formations, impressive lunar landscapes, and breathtaking red and black sand beaches.
Dark Shadows of The Past is the fourth novel in The Greek Isles Series. Dazzling Christina is caught in a deadly game of conspiracy, murder, treachery, and vengeance while desperately trying to conceal her real identity. Seductively handsome police detective Dan puts his job and life on the line to protect this feisty enchantress from the threat hovering over her. The non-stop action and steamy romance unfolds in Atlanta, the Blue Ridge Mountains of Northern Georgia, and the island of Cephalonia—the fascinating setting of “Captain Corelli’s Mandolin” in the amazing aquamarine waters of the Ionian Sea. Dark Shadows of The Past will be available Spring 2015.
Links for Angel Sefer:
Website: http://www.angelsefer.com
Blog: http://www.angelsefer.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/Vq75eu
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AngelSefer
Google+ Page: http://bit.ly/1xau2CE
Google+: http://bit.ly/13Fa6aU
Amazon Author’s page: http://author.to/AngelSefe
Goodreads Profile: http://bit.ly/15ePyoE
E-mail: angelsefer@ymail.com
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March 6, 2015
My Sexy Saturday – March 7, 2015 – from March 31 release, FRENCH KISS (Navy SEALs of Valor 3)
Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my upcoming (March 31) release French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).
First, some eye candy for you. Meet Navy SEAL Karl Patterson. He’s the big hero of this latest Navy SEALs of Valor installment. Thanks, Anya Kelleye, for creating this super hot cover!
First for the blurb…
Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.
Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.
Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.
And now (drum roll please)… Today’s post
Karl Patterson has recently rescued Jamie Phillips from a raging inferno that erupted in a Paris hotel. Jamie is about to tell him what she witnessed from her hotel room window just after the fire broke out.
Karl vaulted up into the back of the ambulance and knelt beside Jamie, confronting her wild, unfocused eyes. When a coughing fit assaulted her, he instinctively reached for her hand. “Hi, Jamie. Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?”
She shook her head, blinked and then her brilliant, blue-green eyes widened with oh, it’s you recognition. “Oh, good, you’re here.”
He waited for the doors to shut behind him before continuing. “The EMTs said you wanted to talk to me. I’m here to listen to whatever you have to say.”
She jerked her hand free and tried to push herself up into a seated position.
He gripped her shoulders and gently tried to push her back down on the stretcher. His breath caught in his throat as an undercurrent of sexual awareness ripped through him. Their faces were close enough he could have counted every beautiful freckle on her face.
Too close.
He longed to trace a finger along some of the freckles on her cheek and around the delicate outline of her pointed chin. Karl’s heart rate accelerated and he drew in a long breath to regain his focus. “No, please. You need to rest. You don’t have to sit up for me to hear you.”
Her mouth quirked in a puzzled expression, but she allowed her weight to fall back down on the stretcher. “Okay, Karl. But you have to listen to me.” Yellow flecks burned in the depths of her blue-green eyes. “I want those terrorists brought to justice. They’re filthy murderers.”
FRENCH KISS (Navy SEALs of Valor 3), now available for Pre-order on Amazon, will release March 31, 2015. Click here if you’d like to read the first chapter! If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR (Navy SEALs of Valor 1) on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and CZECH MATE (Navy SEALs of Valor 2) on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.
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March 5, 2015
Preface and Chapter One – March 31st release FRENCH KISS – Navy SEALs of Valor 3
BLURB:
Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.
Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.
Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.
PREFACE
May 13, 2014
Paris, France
0200 hours
A woman wearing night vision goggles swept the heavy dark curtains aside and peered out the window of her Le Marais apartment. Manic laughter escaped her lips. Several uniformed men carrying bulky weapons crept around the perimeter of a two-story apartment across the street.
The American government must have deemed the Red Queen’s followers to be a major threat to send DEVGRU.
The best of the best of the SEALs or not—the men didn’t stand a chance. They had erroneously concluded that the Red Queen was dead and the leaderless insurgents had lost their edge.
The people who will scrape up what remains of their bodies will soon learn that I’m very much alive.
The SEAL team would raid the apartment to find it empty—well, almost empty, actually. She had planted a little gift for the American sailors that would blow them into a million bloody pieces.
She made a mock explosion sound and then laughed, thinking about her upcoming attacks that would make headlines in the next twenty-four hours.
She tugged down the hem of her tight black velvet dress, which clung to her stockings. Her blood-red stilettos clicked across the tile floor as she walked toward the marble-topped bar. She pulled a glass from a shelf above the counter, uncapped the bottles of gin and vermouth and stirred herself a strong martini, topping off the cocktail with an olive she had plucked from a jar in the small refrigerator.
She raised the glass in the air and extended her arm as if preparing to make a toast with an invisible person.
“To death,” she said in a Russian accent before tipping the clear crystal glass toward her lips. The first swallow rocketed through her bloodstream, making her feel pleasantly light-headed.
“Ahhh.” She gazed into the rectangle of mirrored glass that decorated the back of the bar, admiring her reflection. Flawless white skin scrubbed smooth every morning, long dark hair that gleamed with healthy radiance from hourly daily brushing and blood red lipstick that had become her new trademark once she had started impersonating her sister. Confusing people about their two identities had played a major role in her plan’s success.
They’ll be so shocked tomorrow when the body count soars.
She took another deep swallow of the potent drink, relishing the way the prisms hanging from the crystal chandelier and the oil paintings in gold leaf frames appeared to bob like floating objects on the sea as she walked back to the window.
Strong drinks are so invigorating. Almost as much as blood and death. She raised her glass in the air for another toast.
CHAPTER ONE
Crouched outside a seventeenth century duplex on Rue Charlot in Le Marais, Karl Patterson gripped his weapon tighter to secure it in his sweating palms. His night vision goggles illuminated his surroundings in eerie green hues.
Two draped statues, perched on the stone molding above the door, peered down at the observant warrior. The brass knocker on the wooden door reminded him of Scrooge’s entrance in A Christmas Carol. Karl’s mind had a knack for numbers, constantly calculating, analyzing, and storing information in the recesses of his brain like a powerful computer.
The narrow street on the Seine River’s Rive Droite had been thrown into blackness the instant the DEVGRU team dismantled the street lanterns. Karl and the six other men had rigged doors and windows with explosives and waited for their highest-ranking enlisted man on the mission Petty Officer 1st Class, Darryl Jennings, to give the order to detonate the explosives and raid the apartment.
While Karl waited, his tensed muscles ready to react in a millisecond, the cool and damp night air wrapped around him.
Temperature approximately fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit or fourteen degrees Celsius. Humidity fifty percent plus.
A barking dog broke into the sleepy silence. The hollow, eerie sound of the lone animal echoed through the corridor of old stone buildings, all interconnected and some sheltered with awnings. Only a scanty line of trees protected the men from view. Moving silently and out-of-sight was imperative. The nearby shops had been closed for hours and the unlit windows suggested the residents were tucked away in their beds. But it only took one insomniac peering outside and shouting to blow the entire operation.
Karl glanced at his watch. Four minutes and ten seconds had passed and still he waited. His thigh muscles burned from squatting low for so long and he bit down on his lip to distract himself from the discomfort.
Karl’s uniform clung to his sweaty body as if he were crouched inside an overheated sauna instead of surrounded by cool night air. His clammy palms slipped across the steel handle of his weapon and gripped it tighter as he huffed out a sustained exhale.
We’re prepared for anything. He and his team had trained long and hard to face the most adverse situations. Hell, they’d raided dozens of compounds in Afghanistan and Pakistan and even rescued a journalist held hostage in Somalia. In the remote villages, they’d been hard pressed to get a sip of clean water. On more than one mission, he had battled intestinal distress as well as the enemy.
Karl thrived on the thrill of danger and uncertainty. Conquering individuals and organizations that threatened national and international security had become an obsession ever since Kelsi’s death. His commitment to excellence had paid off and he’d become a vital member of a top-notch team.
Anxiety, typically a barely noticeable undercurrent reminding him not to let his guard down, short-circuited in his nervous system. For the first time ever, he experienced an emotion resembling fear. Karl wasn’t a worrier. He was the thinker who analyzed and crunched numbers in his head. He disciplined his mind to tune out extraneous background noise—emotions, superstitions and intuition.
I belong here. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Petty Officer 1st Class Nathan Brooks would have led their team had he not been on medical leave. On May second, a gunman had infiltrated Bagram Air Force Base. The intruder, who had downloaded confidential information from mission control, had launched a grenade to foil his pursuers and bolted. Another soldier had been killed and Nathan had suffered a serious shoulder injury while Karl and female Air Force Captain Baylee Stiles had escaped with only scrapes and bruises.
SEAL Team Six had been deployed to Paris less than twenty-four hours after CIA agents intercepted a series of suspicious telephone calls. The threat of multiple terrorist attacks was imminent, Master Chief Drake had said, and DEVGRU had to act fast to try to avert a massive loss of life.
Chief Drake had even ordered Darryl Jennings to cut his Prague vacation with his girlfriend short to lead this urgent mission. Darryl had proposed to Olivia the night he’d received Drake’s urgent call. Darryl could have met his team in Paris in a sour mood, spewing out frustrated expletives—he must have wanted to after the romantic night with his fiancée had been interrupted. But that wasn’t Darryl’s way. He always gave the team his all and that included a pleasant, upbeat attitude, no matter how unpleasant or disappointing the circumstances.
In addition to the phone intel, the CIA had contacted Drake with an anonymous tip. Terrorists were hiding out in a Le Marais duplex.
So here we are…
Yeah, with very little to go on. Karl grappled to regain his composure.
Stop this shit.
Undisciplined thoughts continued to race around in his brain until he wondered if this was all really happening.
Over beers the men would share their off-the-wall nightmares and howl with laughter. Ones where night vision goggles malfunctioned and they couldn’t see a damn thing or they burst into a building unarmed or even naked. Those rare, light-hearted evenings had never felt so far removed.
Karl battled the negative chatter with rational thoughts. We’re on top of this. Darryl’s a competent leader and we are some of America’s best men.
Karl couldn’t tell 1st Class Petty Officer Jennings that his brain had gone haywire and that if they didn’t call off the mission, he would piss his pants. He needed to regain his focus so he could work side-by-side with his team to avert the danger humming in the air.
Darryl’s order to enter the building pierced Karl’s eardrum through his headset. After activating the explosives that blew the wooden door into splinters, he burst into the dark tunnel of the hallway holding his weapon tight onto his shoulder. Despite the night vision goggles, he could barely distinguish the details of his surroundings through the powdery debris rising around him.
Knowing his teammates Chris and Jared were right behind him, Karl stealthily stepped across the marble-floored hallway, his body pressed to the wall, his senses on high alert for movement. He had to know in an instant if whoever he encountered was man, woman or child and if they were armed so he could make a split second decision to kill or not to kill. His other urgent task was protecting fellow members of his team. He was ready and willing to sacrifice his own life to save any one of these men who were like family to him.
Darryl and four other TEAM members roped their way up onto the apartment building rooftop and planned to enter from upstairs windows. After checking the two bedrooms, they planned to rendezvous with Karl and the others in the living room downstairs. Every DEVGRU man on the mission had the layout of the nine hundred and fifty square foot duplex etched firmly in his mind. They’d pored over copies of the original architectural drawings during their flight.
“No one on the second floor,” said Darryl’s voice in Karl’s earpiece. “No furniture, clothing or anything else either. Whoever was here must have vacated. We’re descending the stairs now.”
After perusing the kitchen area, where the polished stone counters were bare, Karl jerked around a corner and lunged into the living room, continuing to curl his index finger around the weapon’s trigger so he could fire in a millisecond.
His gaze swept around the room and the wooden floorboards creaked as he stepped slowly across the floor. A lone crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Instead of a couch, chairs and the other furniture Karl expected to see, the floor shone bare and nail holes dotted the walls where paintings had once hung. Every trace of the previous tenants had been removed. There wasn’t even a scrap of paper or a paperclip lying on the floor.
The only sign that the apartment had been recently occupied was the odor of a strange perfume and something else. Karl sniffed the air again to see what the sweet and leathery scent masked. Explosives. His gaze darted across the floor, spotting a faint outline of a detonation cord following the woodwork around the room’s perimeter. In several places, charges had been hooked in. Fuck.
“The building’s rigged. We need to get the hell out of here,” Karl shouted into his headset. Across the room, he saw Darryl and the other men crouched behind him.
“You three head for the front door,” shouted Darryl. “We’ll vacate through the upstairs windows.”
In an instant their mission escalated into panic mode. Karl jerked around, pushing Chris roughly forward and shouting for him and Jared to run. Their pounding footsteps and labored breaths echoed through the empty apartment as the three men sprinted down the hall toward the open door. Karl’s lungs burned from the sudden exertion as every fast-twitch muscle in his body fought a desperate battle. The instant Karl’s fast footfalls struck the pavement just outside the duplex an explosion erupted into the night.
The vibration and onslaught of debris from the first blast dropped Karl to his knees. Fortunately, Jared was free and clear. Orange flames from the destroyed building illuminated the street. Chris, still running, looked back toward Karl. Another loud explosion pierced Karl’s eardrums, shaking the ground under his feet.
Fuck. Karl waved his hand frantically toward Chris. “Don’t stop. Get the hell out of here.”
Grunting to ward off the knife sharp pain in his knee, Karl pushed himself back up and resumed a loping run.
Pre-order FRENCH KISS, Navy SEALs of Valor 3 Now! Price is 2.99 until release day on March 31 and then will be 3.99.
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February 8, 2015
Cover Reveal – French Kiss – Navy SEALs of Valor 3
Meet Karl Patterson from French Kiss, Navy SEALs of Valor 3! Anya Kelleye designed this fabulous cover for me. Thank you so much, Anya! You really are the best. I’m sharing this amazing cover concurrent with another special event that’s happening today. At 11 AM Arizona time, I’ll be interviewed on the Valentine’s Day edition of the FM 104.1 Fred & Jeff show. Click here to listen live! French Kiss is now available for pre-order on Amazon for 2.99 and will be released March 31, 2015.
Blurb:
Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.
Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.
Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the Le Marais hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.
If you have not yet immersed yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR – Navy SEALs of Valor 1 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and Czech Mate – Navy SEALs of Valor 2 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.
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February 6, 2015
My Sexy Saturday – February 7, 2015 – from March 2015 release French Kiss
Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my work in progress, French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).
First, some eye candy for you. Meet Navy SEAL Karl Patterson! Okay, now if you can stop drooling long enough to read…He will be on the book cover Anya Kelleye designed to be revealed tomorrow (February 8) to celebrate my author interview on the Fred and Jeff Show . Listen live on FM 104.1 at 11 AM Tucson, Arizona time.
Tada, my first attempt at the blurb…
Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget.
Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces.
Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the Le Marais hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists.
And now (drum roll please)… Today’s post
When a villain with an off-the-charts creep factor is on the loose, romance is even more of a welcome respite. In this week’s Sexy Saturday post, you’ll be introduced to Victoria Denaska aka The Red Queen…This story is rife with action and suspense, but still delivers plenty of libidinous scenes that will delight my erotic romance fans.
May 13, 2014
Paris, France
Zero two hundred hours
A woman wearing night vision goggles swept the heavy dark curtains aside and peered out the window of her Le Marais apartment. Manic laughter escaped her lips. Several uniformed men carrying bulky weapons crept around the perimeter of a two-story house across the street.
The American government must have deemed the Red Queen’s followers to be a major threat to send DEVGRU. But the best of the best of the SEALs or not—the men didn’t stand a chance. They had erroneously concluded that the Red Queen was dead and the leaderless insurgents had lost their edge. The people who will scrape up what remains of their bodies will soon learn that I’m very much alive.
The SEAL team would raid the apartment to find it empty—well, almost empty, actually. She had planted a little gift for the American sailors that would blow them into a million bloody pieces.
She made a mock explosion sound and then laughed, thinking about her upcoming attacks that would make headlines in the next twenty-four hours.
She tugged down the hem of her tight black velvet dress, which had clung to her stockings. Her blood-red stilettos clicked across the tile floor as she walked toward the marble-topped bar. She pulled a glass from a shelf above the counter, uncapped the bottles of gin and vermouth and stirred herself a strong martini, topping off the cocktail with an olive she had plucked from a jar in the small refrigerator.
She raised the glass in the air and extended her arm as if preparing to make a toast with an invisible person. ”To death,” she said in a Russian accent before tipping the clear crystal glass toward her lips.
The slated release date for French Kiss is March, 2015. If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR – Navy SEALs of Valor 1 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and Czech Mate – Navy SEALs of Valor 2 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.
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January 30, 2015
My Sexy Saturday – January 31, 2015
Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my work in progress, French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).
First, some eye candy for you. Meet Navy SEAL Karl Patterson! He will be on the book cover once Anya Kelleye finishes her wonderful work. Expected cover reveal date is February 3!
After battling terrorists threatening Charles de Gaulle airport, Karl Patterson and Jamie Phillips are headed to Karl’s Paris hotel room to release the pent up passion that has been simmering between them ever since Karl rescued Jamie from a burning building earlier that day. Jamie is both thrilled and terrified about the possibility of their impending interlude.
As the cab wove through traffic on Avenue des Champs-Élysées, Jamie felt jittery from the undercurrent of sexual awareness that hummed in the air. Karl sat just inches away. The impulse to pounce on him, to wrap her arms around his broad muscular back and mash her lips against his was so intense she forced herself to internally recite the word no, no, no over and over.
This is nuts. This Navy SEAL oozed masculinity. She couldn’t put her finger on the physical characteristic that had first made her hormones go whacky when he’d rescued her from the fire. His pectoral muscles, even smeared with soot, had caught her attention when he’d first pushed open that door and their eyes had met. They’d looked like they were carved out of stone and when he’d carried her in his arms and her body had contacted that magnificent chest… that had only confirmed what her eyes had deduced–the man was all steely muscle without an ounce of soft excess.
Karl scooted across the seat closer to her.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. The tingling in her nerve endings was probably registering on Paris seismometers. Jamie’s sudden inhale caught in her throat and she coughed.
“Are you all right?” Karl asked.
That subtle southern accent coupled with a deep resonant voice. Another possible trigger for my sexual mania, Jamie told herself. “Umm. No, I mean yes, I’m fine.”
Without saying a word, he reached over and placed a hand on her thigh. While his hand lingered, his gaze met hers. Those weren’t the ocean blue eyes she’d seen before. His irises had transformed to blue flames. Her nipples hardened under the intensity of his stare. She imagined Karl’s eyes would look like that the instant he drove deep inside her for the first time. Have you lost your mind?
The slated release date for French Kiss is March, 2015. If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR – Navy SEALs of Valor 1 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and Czech Mate – Navy SEALs of Valor 2 on Amazon for 2.99 (Czech Mate on sale for 1.99 January 25-Feb. 3 only for 1.99 for an EReader News Today Promo. It can also be borrowed for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both SEALs of Valor books are also available in paperback.
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January 23, 2015
My Sexy Saturday – January 23, 2015
Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my work in progress, French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).
First, some eye candy for you. Meet Navy SEAL Karl Patterson! He will be on the book cover once Anya Kelleye finishes her wonderful work. Expected cover reveal date is February 3!
In this scene, a Paris hotel is in flames and journalist Jamie rescued a small boy she heard crying after she ran from her room. Navy SEAL Karl Patterson, who is carrying an unconscious woman in his arms, is also trying to help Jamie and the boy make their final escape from the building.
When the rescuer pushed open the door to the lobby level, Jamie followed him through the opening. Jamie gasped at the sight of the raging inferno in front of them. The antique chairs that had been arranged around a wooden coffee table had been reduced to cinders. A burning beam from the ceiling collapsed in their path. Flames curled up from a rug stretched across the floor. She squinted through the smoke, trying to see an easy way to exit. But she saw nothing except smoke and raging flames. She heard a loud crack before another ceiling beam struck the floor, burning bright with yellow-orange flames.
The blond-haired boy in her arms cried out for his mother.
“Let me take him,” said the rescuer in a commanding, masculine voice.
Jamie looked up to see the muscular giant facing her, his piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate right through her clothing, making her skin tingle and her heart race. She didn’t want to let the little boy go. He was her responsibility. But she knew it would be difficult to handle this on her own. “How will you carry them both?”
“Don’t argue. There’s no time time. Roll your way through the flames until I can come back for you, okay?”
Tears leaked from Jamie’s eyes as she released the soft bundle from her arms. It hurt to pass of a boy who reminded her so much of her little brother to a complete stranger. “Please take care of him. I feel responsible.”
For an instant, he held her gaze and warmth radiated from his ocean blue eyes. “I’ll keep him safe. Please trust me.”
The slated release date for French Kiss is March, 2015. If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR – Navy SEALs of Valor 1 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and Czech Mate – Navy SEALs of Valor 2 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.
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January 16, 2015
My Sexy Saturday – January 17, 2015 – from WIP French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3)
Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my work in progress, French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).
In this scene, Navy SEAL Nathan Brooks and former Air Force Captain Baylee Stiles, two characters who met and tumbled headlong into a heated affair in CZECH MATE, Navy SEALs of Valor 2, are vacationing in Prague and about to get wet and wild in the shower.
As promised last week, I’m giving you a taste of the sizzling hot fantasy that she’s sharing with Nathan.
“Are you going to just stand there and stare?” Her pale blue eyes stared at him with a lusty, unblinking gaze. “I’m already so hot for you I’m about to come. I’ve been fantasizing about you.” Her voice sounded raspy with desire. Water rained down on her head, dripping from her pink lips, flowing over the mounds of her breasts and tricking between her thighs where he ached to place his hands.
Fuck, she’s hot. Nathan pulled the shower door open wider and stepped inside, his gaze wandering over Baylee’s curves, shiny and slick with water. Nathan reached out and stroked one of Baylee’s smooth soft cheeks. “You have? Tell me about that.” An electric current of attraction jolted through him. He’d never been so mesmerized by a woman’s sexuality before. He was addicted to the world of lust they had created together. God, I’d give up anything just to bury myself to the hilt inside her one more time.
She spoke in a husky whisper. “I imagined showering under this sensual, warm water, sliding a bar of soap over my dripping wet body, my eyes closed and my back to the shower door. You stepped in so silently I didn’t notice. I dropped the bar of soap and leaned over to pick it up when all at once, I felt the thrust of your cock stretching me open. Your strong hands gripped my waist so tight I knew you were desperate to penetrate me. You didn’t speak, you didn’t ask for permission, you just took me and panted and grunted as you drove yourself in and out of me. And I was so hot for it. So damn hot.”
Hot blood pulsed into his cock. When it came to sex, Baylee was a wild child and she knew how to drive him to the edge of insanity. “I’m liking the sound of your fantasy. Tell me the rest.”
“Without saying a word, you forced my legs wider apart with one knee and I had to grip the side of the wall to steady myself when you thrust deeper and deeper inside. Your cock pounded into me, making me cry out and pant, and your balls whacked against my pussy until I was out of my mind with lust. It was so primeval, your possession of me. So hot and desperate and out of control.” Baylee spoke in a lusty whisper and her pale blue eyes glittered silver with lust.
“Just the way you like it.”
The slated release date for French Kiss is March, 2015. If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR – Navy SEALs of Valor 1 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and Czech Mate – Navy SEALs of Valor 2 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.
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January 14, 2015
Guest Author – Normandie Alleman
It is my pleasure today to introduce author Normandie Alleman. Welcome!
Normandie has just released a sizzling hot firefighter novel, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. This third book in her Daddy’s Girl series is likely to make you forget it’s cold outside. If you like gift cards to buy books, keep reading because this post includes a rafflecopter giveaway for 2 x 50 dollar Amazon gift cards! Okay, enough comments from me. I’m turning this post over to Normandie now.
Thanks for hosting me today, Sabrina. Who doesn’t love a firefighter? These brave men are our quintessential heroes, and women love them. But what makes them so irresistible?
Top 10 Reasons We Love Firefighters
Firefighters are strong – both physically and emotionally.
He performs heroic acts on a daily basis. You can count on him.
Men are sexier in uniform.
Firefighters run into burning buildings. He’s unlikely to flee when the going gets tough.
He can literally sweep you off your feet.
They constantly put others’ needs above their own.
He probably knows how to cook.
Everyone you know will approve, including your parents.
Firefighters protect people. He’ll make you feel safe.
Have you seen the CALENDARS?!!
The Daddy’s Girl Series is about a group of girls who gravitate towards Daddy Dom/little girl relationships. The hero in my new release, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl, is a sexy firefighter. Here’s a sample:
Excerpt
It was then he heard the screaming. He entered the apartment, ran down a hallway toward the noise, and quickly located a girl crying in the corner of a bedroom. Even through the haze of the fire, Hunter noticed the pure luxury of the apartment. The silver gilt bed frame looked as if it belonged at Versailles, the craftsmanship was so detailed and over the top.
“Fire department,” he said identifying himself. “Are you alright?” He took the girl by the arm.
She looked up at him with arresting blue eyes. “I think so.”
“Good, let’s get you out of here. Anyone else here?” he asked guiding her back to the door where Mitch was controlling the inferno with the fire-hose.
She shook her head no. “Just me,” she said, a startling loneliness shining in her eyes. He shook it off. He must be imagining things.
Mitch waved them past, “Anybody else?”
Hunter shook his head, “Negative. She’s the only one.”
“Take her down. I got Johnston and Pulaski on their way up. We got this.”
Hunter gave Mitch a thumbs up, put his arm around the girl’s waist and led her into the stairwell.
He took the stairs two at a time and she tried to keep pace with him. Once they reached the first landing, he turned to make sure she was following. She had no apparent injuries, except for possible smoke inhalation, but she was ambulatory, no need for him to carry her.
Taking her in he realized for the first time how beautiful she was. Her wild hair stuck out every which way. The unruly locks consisted of several different colors and it looked more like a mane than any hair he’d ever seen; she reminded him of a lion. Her blue eyes pierced his soul and mesmerized him at the same time. It was an unsettling combination. “Are you sure you’re not injured?” he asked.
“No, I’m okay,” she gazed up at him pitifully. “But my head hurts. Do you think they’ll ever turn off that freaking alarm?” She rubbed her temples.
“Once the fire is out,” he said.
“Crap! Can’t you make it sooner?” she pleaded.
He held out a hand to her and started down the next flight of stairs. “It’s not my job to see that it’s turned off. Somebody who works in the building will have to do it. Come on.”
She stalled on the top step, put her hands on her hips and stuck out a luscious bottom lip. “Can’t you carry me?”
He couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d slapped him. Carry her? Down sixty-something flights of stairs. Who did this bitch think she was, the Queen of England? Some people he’d rescued lost their mind in times of crisis and this girl was definitely one of them if she thought he was going to do that.
Remembering his position helped him control his urge to tell her where to stick it. He’d been passed up for captain once already due to his impulsive behavior in the field. The last thing he needed was the little rich girl making trouble for him. “You’re fine, you can walk,” he said calmly and began walking down the stairs.
She remained on the top step kicking it with her pretty foot, her toenails perfectly manicured with hot pink nail polish. “But my head hurts,” she whined.
“No,” he said firmly. “Now come on.”
“But if I were burned you’d have to carry me down, right?”
“Yes, but you’re not burned, are you?”
She scowled at him.
“Come on,” he ordered her testily.
But rather than complying with his request she sat down on the top step, crossed her arms and rested her forehead on them.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Ma’am, there is a fire up there. It is my job to see you to safety. Now let’s go!” His blood began to churn, and he struggled to keep his temper in check.
She didn’t budge.
Exasperated, he climbed the short flight of stairs to her. When he reached her he picked her up, flung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and started back down the stairs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wriggling in his arms. She wasn’t specifically fighting him, but she wasn’t making it any easier to carry her either.
“My job,” he answered her through clenched teeth.
She tussled with him, but he held her tightly and she was no match for his strength. Frustrated little sounds bubbled up from her throat, but he kept going, determined to get her downstairs to safety.
After descending about ten flights of stairs she yelled, “Put me down!” and started kicking at him.
“No,” he answered, afraid her gyrations would send them both tumbling down the stairs.
“But this is hurting my head. All the blood is rushing to my head, plus that noise, it’s killing me.”
“Hold still or I will have to give you a spanking!”
He felt her stiffen. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m deadly serious. If you don’t co-operate you’re going to hurt yourself or both of us.”
Bent over his shoulder, she squealed as she beat on his back with tiny fists.
She wasn’t going to behave. This was a woman who liked to play games, and he had little patience for people like that.
She wore a skirt and he knew he should leave her skirt down, but a need deep inside him got the better of him and he pulled it up to reveal two round, tanned globes interrupted by a thin strip of yellow fabric that served as underwear. His breath caught in his chest for a second as he admired her ass.
He knew better. The higher-ups and the paper pushers would try to take his shield if they ever found out about this. But they didn’t know. They wouldn’t last a day in the field and he smiled to himself picturing some of them trying to get this entitled brat down from her ivory tower. It would never happen.
Allowing his frustration to take over he gave her cheeks a smack, and then another. To his surprise his victim didn’t scream or cry out. In fact, he thought he heard her moan, though it was difficult to be sure over the ear-splitting alarm that still rang through the building.
Realizing she could take it, he struck her harder and harder until he felt her tense up and clutch his coat with a whimper. His cock twitched with arousal and he swatted her again with the same velocity. He’d transformed her bottom into juicy reddish-pink globes and realized they would be nice and warm by now.
He paused and removed one of his heavy gloves. The moment his skin touched hers the electricity in the air became palpable. Her smooth, baby-soft skin felt like velvet as he touched it with his fingertips. Then he grazed her bottom with his palm, wishing he were somewhere else doing this under different circumstances.
Remembering himself, he pulled down her skirt and delicately set her on the stairs, her blue eyes wide, her lips slightly parted.
She was speechless.
He had unnerved her, the lovely penthouse-dweller, and he liked it. This chick was probably used to ordering everyone around, always getting her way. Maybe his spanking would wake her up, teach her a thing or two. He stared at her evenly. “Now, you are going to walk the rest of the way down and you are not going to give me any more trouble. Do we understand each other?”
Her lips curled up slightly at the corners and she managed, “Yes, sir.”
Blurb
Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamor hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.
When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.
Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?
*Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.
Buy Links:
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Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/poor-little-daddy-s-girl
Coming soon to Blushing Books!
You can watch the book trailer for the Daddy’s Girls Series, Books 1-3 here: http://youtu.be/HKslEJO9tGI
Author Bio: A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Normandie-Alleman/e/B00BNUDVFW
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6893037.Normandie_Alleman
Her website: www.normandiealleman.com
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January 9, 2015
My Sexy Saturday – January 10, 2015 – from WIP French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3)
Every Saturday, a group of romance authors share sexy snippets from their published works or works-in-progress. To read some more My Sexy Saturday posts, click here. My post today comes from my work in progress, French Kiss (Navy SEALs of Valor 3).
In this scene, Navy SEAL Nathan Brooks and former Air Force Captain Baylee Stiles, two characters who met and tumbled headlong into a heated affair in CZECH MATE, Navy SEALs of Valor 2, are vacationing in Prague and about to get wet and wild in the shower.
Nathan shed his boxers and stepped into the bathroom, peering through a haze of steam. He gazed longingly at the outline of Baylee’s naked body through the shower door glass. “There you are. I woke up to find you missing.”
Baylee pressed one hand and her nose against the shower door glass, speaking in a sensual, sleepy voice. “I felt groggy from all that wine last night. The warm water feels good on my head.”
Nathan’s penis reacted to the possible double entendre. I know what would feel good on my head right now. “I’m feeling a bit groggy myself,” Nathan lied. “Maybe that warm water would do me some good. You mind if I join you.”
“Sure, why not. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” she said with a laugh.
Oh, I’ve seen you naked all right. Your wide open legs, your hot wet opening, your sweet ass. Begging me to me fuck you every which way. Images of Baylee’s mouth, open and gasping and her writhing body as he thrust into her flashed through his mind. It drove him wild to watch this woman who could be so argumentative and obstinate that he wanted to scream lose herself in lust and be so desperate to be filled that she was willing to do whatever he demanded of her.
He put one hand on the door and slid it open studying her face. Strands of Baylee’s platinum blonde hair clung to her pale, lightly freckled cheeks. He sighed with pleasure as his gaze wandered and he feasted on the sensual sight of her slick wet body. He moistened his lips with his tongue. Her breasts were so ripe and round, her body lean and her skin so smooth and pale. In a minute, every delicious inch of her will belong to me.
“Yeah, about that seeing you naked part. I have to warn you that once I come in, anything might happen.”
Next week, I plan to share a snippet when Baylee tells Nathan about one of her naughty fantasies. The slated release date for French Kiss is March, 2015. If you’re ready to immerse yourself in the first two books in the Navy SEALs of Valor series, you can download AMALFI AFFAIR – Navy SEALs of Valor 1 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited) and Czech Mate – Navy SEALs of Valor 2 on Amazon for 2.99 ( or borrow for free from Kindle Unlimited). Both of these books are also available in paperback.
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