Maggie Nash's Blog, page 5
November 21, 2012
Debra Smith and The Keeper of the Key
Today I have one of my fellow Romance Writers of the Apocalypse authors as my special guest... Debra Smith :-)
Her new release looks wonderful! I am totally in love with this cover :-) Tell us what you think!
BlurbKate, an everyday book store owner, is thrown into a world of danger after receiving a letter from her deceased husband. She follows the clues into the arms of Xander, a tough guy she can’t stop herself from responding to. Her body ignites from a single glance, and she is unable to control her passions. Despite her love they are doomed to fail, because a human can never survive a vampire's hunger.
Xander admires the fiery temper of the seductive human he’s determined to help follow the dangerous trail her dead husband sent her on, ending in the mythical land of Shangri La. In an effort to save her, Xander bonds them together, sentencing her to death unless he can undo the blood tie. Though he craves her touch, he's forced to push her away while they battle their way to the chaos at the heart of Shangri La. Can he protect her from her family’s secrets and find a way to be together, or will their love be lost in the pits of a crumbling castle?
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Kate pushed her glasses up her nose and placed her new romance novel on the book store’s counter, careful to mark the page.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Katherine Collins?” The man scanned the small storefront. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate darted a glance at his embroidered name tag. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Chip, how quaint.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Yes, how can I help you, Chip?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“I have a delivery from Tom Collins dated for today. Could you show me some identification and please sign?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She froze, not even daring to breathe. Kate felt the blood drain from her face. The scent of fresh-cut grass, the sound of deep laughter, and the sweet taste of fresh strawberries lingered in her thoughts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Miss, is everything all right?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate jumped with a start and blinked as her mind returned to the present.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">"I beg your pardon." Kate flushed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">His eyes filled with concern as he repeated his question.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Yes, everything’s fine.” Kate reached down behind the counter and retrieved her ID from her purse. She steadied her hand as she handed the man her license. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Thank you. Could you sign on the line at the bottom of the page?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She nodded in a daze, the torrent of emotions cascading through her body too much to process.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Have a nice day, miss.” The man tipped his hat and offered a gentile smile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“You too.” Her smile was a remembered politeness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The man walked out, and Kate stared at the envelope. She lied. Everything wasn’t fine. The package was from her husband Tom, and he had died a year ago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Jenny, I need you to mind the register for a moment. I need to go to my office.” Kate called to her one employee stocking her new shipment of books for the store. Kate didn’t wait for a response as she walked to the back of her book store.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The door emitted a soft click as it closed. She engaged the lock, not because she wasn’t sure of her safety, but to buy her time to calm her thoughts. Air rushed past her lips when she collapsed in her chair. The old clock hanging on the wall marked the time, while she took several deep breathes trying to appease her aching heart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Tears fell down her cheeks. A fresh wound burned, raw on her heart. Maybe his death wasn’t behind her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Tom,” she whispered as she caressed the envelope with trembling fingers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Her heart pounded, while her hand ghosted to her desk drawer to retrieve her letter opener. Kate slid the silver tip in the corner of the envelope, relying on familiar routine instead of a steady hand. She winced at the harsh tearing of paper. She cautiously slid the contents on her desk and scrunched her eyebrows.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Two small things spilled out of the belly of the envelope. A delicate, silver necklace with a blue water lily pendant and a folded letter rested on the dark wood of her desk. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate reached forward and claimed one of the two confusing contents. Kate held the delicate lily between her fingers. The light glinted off the blue petals, causing her breath to hitch. Her fingers tingled while a dreamlike familiarity filled her heart. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why would Tom send a necklace? Maybe the letter holds the answer.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She opened the folded pages, making the paper crinkle in protest. She took a moment to let the unshed tears clear from her eyes before she began.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">My Dearest Kate,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">I’m sorry that I am no longer with you. I tried to protect you, but if you are reading this, I have failed. First, trust no one. What you are about to discover is dangerous. People will try to hurt you to gain the knowledge I have uncovered. The necklace is the key. You must hide it. We are not alone in this world. Forces of which you cannot possibly imagine will try to stop you. I know you had Great Expectations for our life, and I’m sorry I’m not there. You must find Xander. He can help you as he once helped me. Start at the Crossing, he should be there. Be careful. I have left clues for only your eyes. Be brave. I love you.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Forever Yours,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Tom</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate folded up the letter, matching the creases exactly as Tom once had, and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks. The whole thing was crazy. A letter from her dead husband, dire warnings, and tales of dark forces was too much to handle. She needed time to think. Heck, she needed a drink. Walking to the front of the store, she flipped the sign on the door to closed. Kate blew a slow stream of air past her lips.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Everything okay, boss? We aren’t supposed to close for another few hours.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“I’m just not feeling well. Let’s call it a day.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Jenny popped her strawberry bubble gum and jumped from the stool, eager to escape her boredom and have a life at least for the evening.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Okay, but I still get paid for the time, right?” Jenny asked while stuffing her fashion magazines in her oversized purse.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Sure, Jenny, of course.” Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Cool . Thanks, Kate. See you tomorrow.” Jenny skipped to the door, the scent of her Lucky perfume temporarily muting the smell of books. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“See you tomorrow.” Kate sighed as her gaze drifted to her office.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Her heels tapped along the hardwood floor while she made her way to the front door. She clicked the deadbolt into place and scanned the cars and people in front of her shop. Nothing seemed unusual. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she returned her gaze to her office. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She had a choice to make, and she needed to hide the necklace. Whatever was going on, it was important enough for Tom to come back to life, however briefly.</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Click <a href="http://pinkpetalbooks.com/The-Keeper-..." target="_blank">HERE</a> to buy the book!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">*****</span><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: purple;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Author Bio</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="wsite-text2"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I love romance of all kinds. I've been writing all my life and decided to follow my passion. Thanks to a loving husband and the chaos caused by my three wonderful children I find inspiration in all things. I grew up In Colorado but currently live in North Dakota. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was never one of the people in high school that knew what they wanted to do in life. I was lost. I had things I enjoyed but never felt passionate about. The love of animals, travel, art, and creative writing seemed impossible to combine. So I drifted trying to find the thing that ignited a fire in my heart. Then not long ago I decided to finally tell everyone about the lives of the people in my head. Sounds completely crazy I know, but they felt real to me and much like the heroines of my stories I decided to fight for them. </span><br /><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Where can you find Debra?</span><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.debramichellesmith.com/" target="_blank">Website </a></span><a href="http://www.debramichellesmith.com/" target="_blank"> </a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://twitter.com/D_Smith_Author" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span><a href="https://twitter.com/D_Smith_Author" target="_blank"> </a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Debra.Michel..." target="_blank"> Facebook </a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/..." target="_blank">Goodreads </a></span></span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/..." target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/... </a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/... </a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><a href="http://debrams-myquestforlife.blogspo..." target="_blank">Blog</a></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com...' alt='' /></div>
Her new release looks wonderful! I am totally in love with this cover :-) Tell us what you think!
BlurbKate, an everyday book store owner, is thrown into a world of danger after receiving a letter from her deceased husband. She follows the clues into the arms of Xander, a tough guy she can’t stop herself from responding to. Her body ignites from a single glance, and she is unable to control her passions. Despite her love they are doomed to fail, because a human can never survive a vampire's hunger.Xander admires the fiery temper of the seductive human he’s determined to help follow the dangerous trail her dead husband sent her on, ending in the mythical land of Shangri La. In an effort to save her, Xander bonds them together, sentencing her to death unless he can undo the blood tie. Though he craves her touch, he's forced to push her away while they battle their way to the chaos at the heart of Shangri La. Can he protect her from her family’s secrets and find a way to be together, or will their love be lost in the pits of a crumbling castle?
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Kate pushed her glasses up her nose and placed her new romance novel on the book store’s counter, careful to mark the page.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Katherine Collins?” The man scanned the small storefront. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate darted a glance at his embroidered name tag. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Chip, how quaint.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Yes, how can I help you, Chip?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“I have a delivery from Tom Collins dated for today. Could you show me some identification and please sign?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She froze, not even daring to breathe. Kate felt the blood drain from her face. The scent of fresh-cut grass, the sound of deep laughter, and the sweet taste of fresh strawberries lingered in her thoughts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Miss, is everything all right?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate jumped with a start and blinked as her mind returned to the present.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">"I beg your pardon." Kate flushed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">His eyes filled with concern as he repeated his question.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Yes, everything’s fine.” Kate reached down behind the counter and retrieved her ID from her purse. She steadied her hand as she handed the man her license. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Thank you. Could you sign on the line at the bottom of the page?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She nodded in a daze, the torrent of emotions cascading through her body too much to process.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Have a nice day, miss.” The man tipped his hat and offered a gentile smile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“You too.” Her smile was a remembered politeness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The man walked out, and Kate stared at the envelope. She lied. Everything wasn’t fine. The package was from her husband Tom, and he had died a year ago.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Jenny, I need you to mind the register for a moment. I need to go to my office.” Kate called to her one employee stocking her new shipment of books for the store. Kate didn’t wait for a response as she walked to the back of her book store.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The door emitted a soft click as it closed. She engaged the lock, not because she wasn’t sure of her safety, but to buy her time to calm her thoughts. Air rushed past her lips when she collapsed in her chair. The old clock hanging on the wall marked the time, while she took several deep breathes trying to appease her aching heart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Tears fell down her cheeks. A fresh wound burned, raw on her heart. Maybe his death wasn’t behind her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Tom,” she whispered as she caressed the envelope with trembling fingers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Her heart pounded, while her hand ghosted to her desk drawer to retrieve her letter opener. Kate slid the silver tip in the corner of the envelope, relying on familiar routine instead of a steady hand. She winced at the harsh tearing of paper. She cautiously slid the contents on her desk and scrunched her eyebrows.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Two small things spilled out of the belly of the envelope. A delicate, silver necklace with a blue water lily pendant and a folded letter rested on the dark wood of her desk. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate reached forward and claimed one of the two confusing contents. Kate held the delicate lily between her fingers. The light glinted off the blue petals, causing her breath to hitch. Her fingers tingled while a dreamlike familiarity filled her heart. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why would Tom send a necklace? Maybe the letter holds the answer.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She opened the folded pages, making the paper crinkle in protest. She took a moment to let the unshed tears clear from her eyes before she began.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">My Dearest Kate,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">I’m sorry that I am no longer with you. I tried to protect you, but if you are reading this, I have failed. First, trust no one. What you are about to discover is dangerous. People will try to hurt you to gain the knowledge I have uncovered. The necklace is the key. You must hide it. We are not alone in this world. Forces of which you cannot possibly imagine will try to stop you. I know you had Great Expectations for our life, and I’m sorry I’m not there. You must find Xander. He can help you as he once helped me. Start at the Crossing, he should be there. Be careful. I have left clues for only your eyes. Be brave. I love you.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Forever Yours,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Tom</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Kate folded up the letter, matching the creases exactly as Tom once had, and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks. The whole thing was crazy. A letter from her dead husband, dire warnings, and tales of dark forces was too much to handle. She needed time to think. Heck, she needed a drink. Walking to the front of the store, she flipped the sign on the door to closed. Kate blew a slow stream of air past her lips.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Everything okay, boss? We aren’t supposed to close for another few hours.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“I’m just not feeling well. Let’s call it a day.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Jenny popped her strawberry bubble gum and jumped from the stool, eager to escape her boredom and have a life at least for the evening.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Okay, but I still get paid for the time, right?” Jenny asked while stuffing her fashion magazines in her oversized purse.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Sure, Jenny, of course.” Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Cool . Thanks, Kate. See you tomorrow.” Jenny skipped to the door, the scent of her Lucky perfume temporarily muting the smell of books. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“See you tomorrow.” Kate sighed as her gaze drifted to her office.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Her heels tapped along the hardwood floor while she made her way to the front door. She clicked the deadbolt into place and scanned the cars and people in front of her shop. Nothing seemed unusual. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she returned her gaze to her office. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Constantia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She had a choice to make, and she needed to hide the necklace. Whatever was going on, it was important enough for Tom to come back to life, however briefly.</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Click <a href="http://pinkpetalbooks.com/The-Keeper-..." target="_blank">HERE</a> to buy the book!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">*****</span><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: purple;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Author Bio</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="wsite-text2"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I love romance of all kinds. I've been writing all my life and decided to follow my passion. Thanks to a loving husband and the chaos caused by my three wonderful children I find inspiration in all things. I grew up In Colorado but currently live in North Dakota. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was never one of the people in high school that knew what they wanted to do in life. I was lost. I had things I enjoyed but never felt passionate about. The love of animals, travel, art, and creative writing seemed impossible to combine. So I drifted trying to find the thing that ignited a fire in my heart. Then not long ago I decided to finally tell everyone about the lives of the people in my head. Sounds completely crazy I know, but they felt real to me and much like the heroines of my stories I decided to fight for them. </span><br /><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Where can you find Debra?</span><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.debramichellesmith.com/" target="_blank">Website </a></span><a href="http://www.debramichellesmith.com/" target="_blank"> </a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://twitter.com/D_Smith_Author" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span><a href="https://twitter.com/D_Smith_Author" target="_blank"> </a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Debra.Michel..." target="_blank"> Facebook </a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/..." target="_blank">Goodreads </a></span></span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/..." target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/... </a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/... </a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><a href="http://debrams-myquestforlife.blogspo..." target="_blank">Blog</a></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com...' alt='' /></div>
November 13, 2012
Sexy smartass fun with BDSM by Cari Silverwood
Sexy smartass fun with BDSM with Cari Silverwood, Leia Shaw and Sorcha Black
The Dom with a Safeword is a contemporary Mff romance. Though there is a ghost element to this story it’s pretty firmly set in reality, in New Jersey. I co-authored this one with 2 other authors.
I wrote the Dom, Jude. Leia Shaw wrote the innocent submissive, Sabrina, who is new to both BDSM and girl on girl. And Sorcha Black wrote the bisexual switch Q, who hates her real name and rarely tells it.
Here’s what the book’s about:
Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.
Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?
So as you can see, we have, not one, but two brats in this story.
Here’s Jude:
“So… what methods have failed to teach you manners?”
She was relieved by the change in subject, but had no plans to give him ammunition. “Hmmm. Most. Brats are notoriously hard to teach.” Q took a sip of her coffee, but watched him closely. Time to see if this one was up to the challenge or if he’d bolt.
Jude’s face lit up. “I have a soft spot for brats. So you’re a brat switch?”
“Yes,” she said, surprised. “A brat switch. A veritable social pariah in the fet world. You don’t have a hate-on for girls like me?”
“Not a hate-on, no.” He winked and Q got caught in the wave of a full on, hot-faced blush.
There was an awkward silence as she floundered for something to say that wasn’t tie me up and make me your bitch. He smirked and waited, like toying with her was amusing. It made her submissive side go straight into overdrive.
She dropped her gaze and waited.
“Have you had a Dom?”
This story’s characters are based loosely on people we know and their relationships. One of the things we wanted to do with this book was to make sure there was a hearty dose of humor and fun woven in. Because really, who doesn’t see some fun in the world at some time? Sex should be enjoyable, and hell, BDSM too, however you get your kicks. A lot of Doms in fiction seem to have lost their funny bone somewhere down the back of the couch. Hence Jude was born. The man knows how to have fun and how to, mostly, keep up with two of the brattiest brats around. And if he misses the punishment mark sometimes, he makes them pay for it later, if he remembers. He’s fair yet not infallible.
The story isn’t at all slapstick and silly though, and there’s a lot of sadness toward the end. We hope it makes for a great balance.
I’ll leave you with a quote from a beta reader, and then an excerpt.
"I ended up feeling part of the story, personally invested in the different characters. I can't even say how much I loved the book it is funny, heart-warming and intense all at the same time. The sex/play scenes are out of this world good."
Excerpt:
“Fuck,” he said, awestruck. “Holy hell.” He bit her neck, once, twice, sinking his teeth in and not releasing her for a few seconds, though she whimpered. Then he pulled out and unglued his fingers from her hips.
The view down below, as he withdrew, made him admire Sabrina’s curves.
“Your ass would sink a thousand ships, girl.” The quiet giggle from Q and shake of Sabrina’s shoulders made him rethink. “And launch them too.”
After he’d released the rope from the wrist cuffs, they were still giggling.
“You’re both on probation.” The burst of more giggling just left him shaking his head. He swept Sabrina into his arms.
Coyly, she shook out her hair and hung onto his shoulders. “Where are you taking me, fair prince, to the shower?”
“No.” He hefted her higher, and paced toward the couch. “Over here. You haven’t forgotten your promise?”
“Umm. No. But I’m all sweaty and icky though. We both are. We want a shower, don’t we, Q?”
“Uh-uh. No shower. Not yet. I like you all sweaty. You’re tastier.” He paused to kiss her deeply, before setting her down at the front of the couch. A blanket he’d put next to the couch went over it. When he pointed to the floor, Q followed suit and kneeled next to Sabrina. “I want to see what my pet can do to my switch.”
Q eyed him a little suspiciously.
What’s your opinion of BDSM in romance fiction? Do you like some humor or would you rather the tone of these stories be darker? I know with some of the darker themes humor would not work as well unless you wrote it in very carefully. But in our story it fitted the people so well. Without it Jude wouldn’t have had half as much fun!
Buylinks –
http://www.carisilverwood.net/the-dom-with-a-safeword-sample.html
AMAZON
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When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.</span></span></span></div><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:11.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page WordSection1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US"><b>Leia Shaw</b> is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series, Shadows of Destiny. Thinking up fae politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she’s branched out into the erotic world and has written two humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romances, 31 Flavors of Kink and The Dom with a Safeword.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">Leia lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs</span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:11.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page WordSection1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US"><b>Sorcha Black</b> writes fantasy about women who are too busy fighting, suffering, loving, and generally getting shit done to think of themselves as heroes.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">In her real life, Sorcha is married to a lazy but well-loved man and has a shoe full of children. She does her best writing on scraps of paper at red lights.</span></span></span></div><br />Author links –<br /><a href="http://www.carisilverwood.net/"&... />Twitter @CariSilverwood<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwo... /><a href="http://www.leiashaw.com/index.php&quo... /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/leiashaw"... />Twitter @LeiaShaw<br /><a href="http://sorchablack.blogspot.ca/"... class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com...' alt='' /></div>
The Dom with a Safeword is a contemporary Mff romance. Though there is a ghost element to this story it’s pretty firmly set in reality, in New Jersey. I co-authored this one with 2 other authors.
I wrote the Dom, Jude. Leia Shaw wrote the innocent submissive, Sabrina, who is new to both BDSM and girl on girl. And Sorcha Black wrote the bisexual switch Q, who hates her real name and rarely tells it.
Here’s what the book’s about:Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.
Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?
So as you can see, we have, not one, but two brats in this story.
Here’s Jude:
“So… what methods have failed to teach you manners?”
She was relieved by the change in subject, but had no plans to give him ammunition. “Hmmm. Most. Brats are notoriously hard to teach.” Q took a sip of her coffee, but watched him closely. Time to see if this one was up to the challenge or if he’d bolt.
Jude’s face lit up. “I have a soft spot for brats. So you’re a brat switch?”
“Yes,” she said, surprised. “A brat switch. A veritable social pariah in the fet world. You don’t have a hate-on for girls like me?”
“Not a hate-on, no.” He winked and Q got caught in the wave of a full on, hot-faced blush.
There was an awkward silence as she floundered for something to say that wasn’t tie me up and make me your bitch. He smirked and waited, like toying with her was amusing. It made her submissive side go straight into overdrive.
She dropped her gaze and waited.
“Have you had a Dom?”
This story’s characters are based loosely on people we know and their relationships. One of the things we wanted to do with this book was to make sure there was a hearty dose of humor and fun woven in. Because really, who doesn’t see some fun in the world at some time? Sex should be enjoyable, and hell, BDSM too, however you get your kicks. A lot of Doms in fiction seem to have lost their funny bone somewhere down the back of the couch. Hence Jude was born. The man knows how to have fun and how to, mostly, keep up with two of the brattiest brats around. And if he misses the punishment mark sometimes, he makes them pay for it later, if he remembers. He’s fair yet not infallible.
The story isn’t at all slapstick and silly though, and there’s a lot of sadness toward the end. We hope it makes for a great balance.
I’ll leave you with a quote from a beta reader, and then an excerpt.
"I ended up feeling part of the story, personally invested in the different characters. I can't even say how much I loved the book it is funny, heart-warming and intense all at the same time. The sex/play scenes are out of this world good."
Excerpt:
“Fuck,” he said, awestruck. “Holy hell.” He bit her neck, once, twice, sinking his teeth in and not releasing her for a few seconds, though she whimpered. Then he pulled out and unglued his fingers from her hips.
The view down below, as he withdrew, made him admire Sabrina’s curves.
“Your ass would sink a thousand ships, girl.” The quiet giggle from Q and shake of Sabrina’s shoulders made him rethink. “And launch them too.”
After he’d released the rope from the wrist cuffs, they were still giggling.
“You’re both on probation.” The burst of more giggling just left him shaking his head. He swept Sabrina into his arms.
Coyly, she shook out her hair and hung onto his shoulders. “Where are you taking me, fair prince, to the shower?”
“No.” He hefted her higher, and paced toward the couch. “Over here. You haven’t forgotten your promise?”
“Umm. No. But I’m all sweaty and icky though. We both are. We want a shower, don’t we, Q?”
“Uh-uh. No shower. Not yet. I like you all sweaty. You’re tastier.” He paused to kiss her deeply, before setting her down at the front of the couch. A blanket he’d put next to the couch went over it. When he pointed to the floor, Q followed suit and kneeled next to Sabrina. “I want to see what my pet can do to my switch.”
Q eyed him a little suspiciously.
What’s your opinion of BDSM in romance fiction? Do you like some humor or would you rather the tone of these stories be darker? I know with some of the darker themes humor would not work as well unless you wrote it in very carefully. But in our story it fitted the people so well. Without it Jude wouldn’t have had half as much fun!
Buylinks –
http://www.carisilverwood.net/the-dom-with-a-safeword-sample.html
AMAZON
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Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.</span></span></span></div><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:11.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page WordSection1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US"><b>Leia Shaw</b> is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series, Shadows of Destiny. Thinking up fae politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she’s branched out into the erotic world and has written two humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romances, 31 Flavors of Kink and The Dom with a Safeword.</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">Leia lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs</span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-size:11.0pt; mso-ansi-font-size:11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page WordSection1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US"><b>Sorcha Black</b> writes fantasy about women who are too busy fighting, suffering, loving, and generally getting shit done to think of themselves as heroes.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">In her real life, Sorcha is married to a lazy but well-loved man and has a shoe full of children. She does her best writing on scraps of paper at red lights.</span></span></span></div><br />Author links –<br /><a href="http://www.carisilverwood.net/"&... />Twitter @CariSilverwood<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwo... /><a href="http://www.leiashaw.com/index.php&quo... /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/leiashaw"... />Twitter @LeiaShaw<br /><a href="http://sorchablack.blogspot.ca/"... class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com...' alt='' /></div>
November 11, 2012
Katie Salidis and Willsin Rowe talk Submission Therapy
Today we have a big treat. Writing partners Katie and Willsin Rowe have allowed me to interview them about their writing, their partnership and their latest release.
I've just read part 1 in the series and can I say it's HOT! Loved it! And Willsin, the clever dude, also was responsible for the gorgeous cover!
So without further ado - take it way folks!
Tell us about your new release.
WR: It’s called “Submission Therapy”. It delves into the life of a female billionaire (there’s that word again!) who is so tightly-wound that she’s in danger of collapsing in on herself. Having been through every therapist available over the years, she’s really teetering on the edge. Then her current psychiatrist, Dr. Benson, prescribes her some radical therapy, designed to help her learn to let go of control. To allow someone else to dominate her completely.
Where did you come up with the idea for this book? KS: I think we all know a Natasha (or have worked for one). She is such a control freak, a hard-ass, micromanaging, witch with a B. This person in her professional life has it all, but to those who know her best, she is a wreck. I’ve known plenty of Natashas, and often thought of what might happen if she was put in her place. Would she learn a good lesson? And that is what sparked the idea. Learning a good lesson from letting go of control.
Why did you decide to write the book together? Is it the first time or are you experienced * wink *? WR: We actually have two previous books together, “Patience” and “Slowpoke”. They’re both fun erotic romance, though, whereas this series is sharper and has a darker tone to it.KS: Oh yeah, we’ve got experience. We’ve been practicing this kind of thing for years. We started out as blogger buddies and have been beta reading for each other ever since. I think this was just natural progression. Willsin is my favorite sounding board, and when I am stuck he always has the answer!
What’s the best part of writing with a partner? KS: Writer’s Block is almost non-existent when you have a partner. One of us always has the answer, or by chatting about it, we find that answer together!WR: There’s an ongoing stream of moral and creative support. Plus we get the beta-reading done WHILE we’re writing!
The worst part? WR: Working 12,000 miles apart means there can be timing issues. For the most part we’ve not had trouble, but on one occasion I actually did a couple of hours of writing and editing AT THE SAME TIME as Katie...which meant that I had to put the two documents up beside each other on screen so that I could make sure all edits from both of us were included!KS: The worst part is the time/location difference (Willsin in Australia and me in west coast America). Working in two different hemispheres means that we are not always online when the other needs to chat or bounce around ideas.
How did you research for your story? Was it fun? KS: I wish I could say I have practical research, but alas, no. I’ve enjoyed reading as much as I can though. WR: Well, there was a lot of reading involved, as well as some practical work - all of that was fun! Plus for any story I write (because I’m a dude), I tend to act scenes out in my lounge room. Just to be sure I’m not bending anyone’s limbs off. I mostly wait until my family’s out, though!
Is this part of a series? Any plans for other stories based on these characters? WR: Oh, yes. This is the first book in a three-part series. The series title is “Consummate Therapy”. The second book, “Occupational Therapy” is releasing on November 16th. The third book will be out on November 30th.
What was the hardest part about writing this book? KS: I couldn’t wrap my mind around Chloe for the longest time. Thankfully, Willsin had her in hand! WR: For me, with any erotic writing, the “excitement” factor can be a real problem. Male arousal has a very insistent internal voice! And this story excited me quite a bit. (Down, boy! Down!)
What was the easiest part? WR: Just having a co-writer who sees the story arc in such a similar way to me. That observation is not restricted to this story alone, but it became more noticeable during this story than it had been before.KS: The easiest part was outlining our scenes. We don’t do a hard outline, but the bouncing around our ideas made the story clear to both of us. We were immediately on the same page and raring to go!
Favorite Scene? KS: I love when Natasha is being efficient with Dr. Benson. That attitude, that snark, oh I just love how much of a “B” Natasha is. It just makes you want to see her learn that lesson. WR: I just love the banter when Natasha first arrives at Room 112 for her “radical therapy”. When she’s still so full of her own snarky self-importance and Master Sweet rapidly introduces her to her immediate future!
Where can readers find out more about your new release?
Katie Salidas: Blog - http://www.katiesalidas.com/Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Katie-Salidas-Author/214780936916 LinkedIn - http://www.linkedin.com/profile?viewProfile=&key=58814031&trk=tab_pro Twitter - http://twitter.com/QuixoticKatie Publisher - http://www.risingsignbooks.netAmazon: - http://www.amazon.com/Katie-Salidas/e/B003APXXWOAmazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Katie-Salidas/e/B003APXXWOBarnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/katie-salidas?keyword=katie+salidas&store=allproductsSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/KatieSalidasAll Romance Ebooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Katie+Salidas
Willsin Rowe:Blog - http://willsinrowe.blogspot.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/willsin.rowe Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Willsin-Rowe/e/B0095OFU6G/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1352116724&sr=1-2-ent
What are you working on now? WR: We’re putting the final touches on the second and third books in this series. Just dotting the T’s and crossing our eyes!
And now for the very very personal questions-
Favourite toy ?WR: My motorbike!KS: My Kindle
What? No sex toys? Favourite food? KS: Right now, I’d have to say Hummus. WR: Only one? But there are so many! Okay, I guess I’ll say Indian.
Favourite position? WR: Ohhh, cowgirl all the way. I love being a solid foundation to grind on...plus the view is awesome! (You go girl!)KS: Up against the wall, in the shower. Mmmm, that’s so hot! (Mmm...totally agree!)
If you could have anyone, famous or not - who do you want to get hot and heavy with in a ménage? KS: Ian Sommerhalder, Eric Bana, Alex O'Loughlin, the list goes on and on. I have a thing for dark haired hotties!WR: That’s a tough one. I mean, when both Megan Gale and Scarlett Johansson became available at the same time back in late 2010, that certainly got my interest! But I think I’d probably opt for Sara Ramirez, Lily Serna (Aussie maths whiz) and Maria Tutaia (New Zealand netball player). Clearly I, too, have a thing for dark haired hotties!
Go the dark haired hotties!
Bios Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write. And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
Willsin Rowefalls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
Thanks so much for being my guests today Katie and Willsin. I for one will be getting the next instalment as soon as it comes out! I can't wait to see what Master Sweets has in mind for Natasha :-)
I've just read part 1 in the series and can I say it's HOT! Loved it! And Willsin, the clever dude, also was responsible for the gorgeous cover!
So without further ado - take it way folks!
Tell us about your new release.
WR: It’s called “Submission Therapy”. It delves into the life of a female billionaire (there’s that word again!) who is so tightly-wound that she’s in danger of collapsing in on herself. Having been through every therapist available over the years, she’s really teetering on the edge. Then her current psychiatrist, Dr. Benson, prescribes her some radical therapy, designed to help her learn to let go of control. To allow someone else to dominate her completely.Where did you come up with the idea for this book? KS: I think we all know a Natasha (or have worked for one). She is such a control freak, a hard-ass, micromanaging, witch with a B. This person in her professional life has it all, but to those who know her best, she is a wreck. I’ve known plenty of Natashas, and often thought of what might happen if she was put in her place. Would she learn a good lesson? And that is what sparked the idea. Learning a good lesson from letting go of control.
Why did you decide to write the book together? Is it the first time or are you experienced * wink *? WR: We actually have two previous books together, “Patience” and “Slowpoke”. They’re both fun erotic romance, though, whereas this series is sharper and has a darker tone to it.KS: Oh yeah, we’ve got experience. We’ve been practicing this kind of thing for years. We started out as blogger buddies and have been beta reading for each other ever since. I think this was just natural progression. Willsin is my favorite sounding board, and when I am stuck he always has the answer!
What’s the best part of writing with a partner? KS: Writer’s Block is almost non-existent when you have a partner. One of us always has the answer, or by chatting about it, we find that answer together!WR: There’s an ongoing stream of moral and creative support. Plus we get the beta-reading done WHILE we’re writing!
The worst part? WR: Working 12,000 miles apart means there can be timing issues. For the most part we’ve not had trouble, but on one occasion I actually did a couple of hours of writing and editing AT THE SAME TIME as Katie...which meant that I had to put the two documents up beside each other on screen so that I could make sure all edits from both of us were included!KS: The worst part is the time/location difference (Willsin in Australia and me in west coast America). Working in two different hemispheres means that we are not always online when the other needs to chat or bounce around ideas.
How did you research for your story? Was it fun? KS: I wish I could say I have practical research, but alas, no. I’ve enjoyed reading as much as I can though. WR: Well, there was a lot of reading involved, as well as some practical work - all of that was fun! Plus for any story I write (because I’m a dude), I tend to act scenes out in my lounge room. Just to be sure I’m not bending anyone’s limbs off. I mostly wait until my family’s out, though!
Is this part of a series? Any plans for other stories based on these characters? WR: Oh, yes. This is the first book in a three-part series. The series title is “Consummate Therapy”. The second book, “Occupational Therapy” is releasing on November 16th. The third book will be out on November 30th.
What was the hardest part about writing this book? KS: I couldn’t wrap my mind around Chloe for the longest time. Thankfully, Willsin had her in hand! WR: For me, with any erotic writing, the “excitement” factor can be a real problem. Male arousal has a very insistent internal voice! And this story excited me quite a bit. (Down, boy! Down!)
What was the easiest part? WR: Just having a co-writer who sees the story arc in such a similar way to me. That observation is not restricted to this story alone, but it became more noticeable during this story than it had been before.KS: The easiest part was outlining our scenes. We don’t do a hard outline, but the bouncing around our ideas made the story clear to both of us. We were immediately on the same page and raring to go!
Favorite Scene? KS: I love when Natasha is being efficient with Dr. Benson. That attitude, that snark, oh I just love how much of a “B” Natasha is. It just makes you want to see her learn that lesson. WR: I just love the banter when Natasha first arrives at Room 112 for her “radical therapy”. When she’s still so full of her own snarky self-importance and Master Sweet rapidly introduces her to her immediate future!
Where can readers find out more about your new release?
Katie Salidas: Blog - http://www.katiesalidas.com/Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Katie-Salidas-Author/214780936916 LinkedIn - http://www.linkedin.com/profile?viewProfile=&key=58814031&trk=tab_pro Twitter - http://twitter.com/QuixoticKatie Publisher - http://www.risingsignbooks.netAmazon: - http://www.amazon.com/Katie-Salidas/e/B003APXXWOAmazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Katie-Salidas/e/B003APXXWOBarnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/katie-salidas?keyword=katie+salidas&store=allproductsSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/KatieSalidasAll Romance Ebooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Katie+Salidas
Willsin Rowe:Blog - http://willsinrowe.blogspot.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/willsin.rowe Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Willsin-Rowe/e/B0095OFU6G/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1352116724&sr=1-2-ent
What are you working on now? WR: We’re putting the final touches on the second and third books in this series. Just dotting the T’s and crossing our eyes!
And now for the very very personal questions-
Favourite toy ?WR: My motorbike!KS: My Kindle
What? No sex toys? Favourite food? KS: Right now, I’d have to say Hummus. WR: Only one? But there are so many! Okay, I guess I’ll say Indian.
Favourite position? WR: Ohhh, cowgirl all the way. I love being a solid foundation to grind on...plus the view is awesome! (You go girl!)KS: Up against the wall, in the shower. Mmmm, that’s so hot! (Mmm...totally agree!)
If you could have anyone, famous or not - who do you want to get hot and heavy with in a ménage? KS: Ian Sommerhalder, Eric Bana, Alex O'Loughlin, the list goes on and on. I have a thing for dark haired hotties!WR: That’s a tough one. I mean, when both Megan Gale and Scarlett Johansson became available at the same time back in late 2010, that certainly got my interest! But I think I’d probably opt for Sara Ramirez, Lily Serna (Aussie maths whiz) and Maria Tutaia (New Zealand netball player). Clearly I, too, have a thing for dark haired hotties!
Go the dark haired hotties!
Bios Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write. And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
Willsin Rowefalls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
Thanks so much for being my guests today Katie and Willsin. I for one will be getting the next instalment as soon as it comes out! I can't wait to see what Master Sweets has in mind for Natasha :-)
November 8, 2012
Get ready for an Advent Calendar with a difference!
Hi folks!
Just a heads up - I'll be participating in the Smutters Advent Calendar from December 1! In fact I AM December 1! Devised by the amazing Victoria Blisse and her equally creative hubby..so how could I resist?
Here's the deal:
The 1st of December means only one thing - it's time to crack open door number 1 of your advent calendar and feast on the chocolates within. At Smutters we've knocked up our very own advent calendar for you to open every day and get you in the festive spirit - with the added incentive of a Prize a day donated by ourselves and our lovely authors and publishers!
Visit the Smutters Advent Calendar every day in December.
Click on the Advent Calendar door with today's date and complete the task.
If you complete the task correctly you will receive a prize or be entered into a draw for that days prize. Winners will be drawn at random.
Every entry per day will also be entered into the Grand Prize Draw on Christmas Day to win a HUGE bundle of eBooks!!! (The more days you enter the more chance you have of winning this fantastic prize)
The Winner of the grand prize will be announced on Tuesday 1st January 2013.
If you want to see the demo and how it all works go to http://advent.smutters.co.uk but remember, it's only a demo at the moment. The real fun starts December first!
October 17, 2012
THURSDAY TEASER: Morgan Fox's Stone Temptation
Hi folks...it's been a while since I did a Thursday Teaser, and today I have a great one!
Morgan Fox has one hot book coming out today :-)
Blurb:
[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, HEA]
Ex-marine Stone McGraw stalks into Temptation to resolve unfinished business, but nothing could prepare him for what happens next. Meeting Gracie Myles, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, changes everything.
Deputy James Ryan spent most of his life angry about past mistakes he can do nothing about. Coming face-to-face with Gracie triggers emotions he never expected, but can’t get enough of.
For years, Gracie endured a past filled with regret and emotional darkness. Wanting a fresh start, she seeks a job with the sheriff’s office, but a new life may not be possible as her past quickly catches up to her.
A well-known drug dealer followed Gracie and is threatening everything she has come to love.
Now Gracie’s life rests in the hands of Stone and James. Can they save her from harm, put an end to their differences, and keep her from running from her past?
STORY EXCERPT
Gracie had so many worries about starting over, but mostly about people figuring out what her life had once been like. She never wanted to return to that ugly, vile place again.
“Most folks are, until they stab you in the back.”
She arched a brow. “Does that bit of advice come with personal experience?”
“Sadly, yes.” Stone’s eyes grew heavy as he reviewed the menu in front of him. “That’s why I’m here, to set things right with an old friend.”
Before Gracie could ask any more questions, Madeline returned with the teas. “Have you decided on lunch?”
“Yes, I think so,” Gracie said. “I’d like the club sandwich with fries.” She glanced toward Stone, letting him know it was his turn to order.
“I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger with onion rings.”
Gracie inwardly sighed. “Well, I guess you’re not kissing anyone tonight,” she said with a giggle. Then her gaze settled upon Stone, whose eyes were filled with wicked surprise. Gracie felt her chest tighten and her pulse race.
The desired heat within his eyes intensified as he asked, “Is there something I should know about tonight, Gracie Myles?”
Holy shit! Was he asking if she planned to kiss him as a waitress hovered beside them? Is this what honest flirting was?
“I’ll get this out in a flash,” Madeline said, turning quickly from their table.
Gracie’s mouth felt dry, and she licked her lips, looking everywhere but directly at him. “Are you done teasing me, Stone?”
He shrugged. “You’re the one who brought up kissing me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and eyed him. “I did not!”
“Yes, you did.”
Calming herself, she explained, “I made a general statement.”
He pinched his brow tight at the bridge of his nose. “So you don’t want to kiss me then?”
She locked onto his sexy gaze, and her heart thumped hard in her chest. “Stop,” she demanded, lowering her voice as to not draw attention. Her entire body was humming with excitement. Stone was a dangerous man. He was making her tingle just by looking at her. His teasing words had her mind racing with thoughts of sex without inhibitions.
“Stop what?” He grinned. “I’m just glad I’m not the only one.”
She crinkled her forehead. “What are you talking about?”
He licked his lips, and a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad you’re thinking about kissing me.” She started to argue until he added, “Because I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”
Her mouth formed a small O.
“What?” he said, surprise in his deep voice. “Has no one ever made a comment like this to you before?”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head.
“Now that amazes me.” He slowly reached across the table, brushed her thick, wavy hair back from her face, and gently stroked her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “You’re a beautiful girl, Gracie, and you have a mouth—”
Madeline returned with a pitcher of tea. Gracie eased back in the booth, and Stone’s hand quickly fell away. Silence loomed over the table as she topped off both glasses. Gracie smiled, and it was the fakest smile she’d ever plastered on her face. She couldn’t stop wondering what Stone had been about to say. She also couldn’t stop wondering if she’d enjoy being kissed by a man who clearly wanted her. That idea alone warmed her in places that had never felt so alive.
Gracie quickly picked up her glass and took a big gulp of tea to wet the dryness that had suddenly consumed her throat. Placing the glass on the table, she met Stone’s gaze head on. “You were saying?”
He grinned wide as his gaze explored her. He started at her long fingers, trailed slowly up her arm, over the tight T-shirt that covered her now sensitive breasts, and up her neck until he finally locked eyes with her once again. “You’re beautiful, and a mouth like yours was made for kissing.”
For the first time in her life she was turned on because her body wanted to be. She was attracted to Stone, and she couldn’t help but blush over his directness. She instantly felt naked under his greedy stare, and she liked it.
Gracie smiled shyly and then said, “Please excuse me.” She scooted out of the booth and walked to the bathroom.
Once she was there, she leaned against the door and rested her head on the hard wood. Closing her eyes for a moment, she sighed heavily.
Stone had a way of making her blush, and that was incredibly hard to do with the experience she’d had with men. Still, there was something so different, so amazingly sensual about him that was driving her wild. She took a few moments to gather herself, splashing some cool water on her face.
As she returned to the table, the aroma from Stone’s cheeseburger filled her nostrils. The scent was mouthwatering as was the sight of him studying her as she sat back down in the booth.
“Here you go,” Madeline said, placing their meals in front of them. “Anything else I can get for you?”
Gracie suddenly realized she needed directions to the nearest lodgings. She wasn’t likely to hang out in the diner all night, and who better to ask than a local? “Yes, actually, where is the nearest hotel?”
Stone choked on his tea, and his eyes widened.
Here's where you can buy it: http://www.bookstrand.com/stone-temptation
Thanks for being my guest today Morgan!
So folks - what do you think? HOT HOT HOT!
Morgan Fox has one hot book coming out today :-)
Blurb:[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, HEA]
Ex-marine Stone McGraw stalks into Temptation to resolve unfinished business, but nothing could prepare him for what happens next. Meeting Gracie Myles, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, changes everything.
Deputy James Ryan spent most of his life angry about past mistakes he can do nothing about. Coming face-to-face with Gracie triggers emotions he never expected, but can’t get enough of.
For years, Gracie endured a past filled with regret and emotional darkness. Wanting a fresh start, she seeks a job with the sheriff’s office, but a new life may not be possible as her past quickly catches up to her.
A well-known drug dealer followed Gracie and is threatening everything she has come to love.
Now Gracie’s life rests in the hands of Stone and James. Can they save her from harm, put an end to their differences, and keep her from running from her past?
STORY EXCERPT
Gracie had so many worries about starting over, but mostly about people figuring out what her life had once been like. She never wanted to return to that ugly, vile place again.
“Most folks are, until they stab you in the back.”
She arched a brow. “Does that bit of advice come with personal experience?”
“Sadly, yes.” Stone’s eyes grew heavy as he reviewed the menu in front of him. “That’s why I’m here, to set things right with an old friend.”
Before Gracie could ask any more questions, Madeline returned with the teas. “Have you decided on lunch?”
“Yes, I think so,” Gracie said. “I’d like the club sandwich with fries.” She glanced toward Stone, letting him know it was his turn to order.
“I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger with onion rings.”
Gracie inwardly sighed. “Well, I guess you’re not kissing anyone tonight,” she said with a giggle. Then her gaze settled upon Stone, whose eyes were filled with wicked surprise. Gracie felt her chest tighten and her pulse race.
The desired heat within his eyes intensified as he asked, “Is there something I should know about tonight, Gracie Myles?”
Holy shit! Was he asking if she planned to kiss him as a waitress hovered beside them? Is this what honest flirting was?
“I’ll get this out in a flash,” Madeline said, turning quickly from their table.
Gracie’s mouth felt dry, and she licked her lips, looking everywhere but directly at him. “Are you done teasing me, Stone?”
He shrugged. “You’re the one who brought up kissing me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and eyed him. “I did not!”
“Yes, you did.”
Calming herself, she explained, “I made a general statement.”
He pinched his brow tight at the bridge of his nose. “So you don’t want to kiss me then?”
She locked onto his sexy gaze, and her heart thumped hard in her chest. “Stop,” she demanded, lowering her voice as to not draw attention. Her entire body was humming with excitement. Stone was a dangerous man. He was making her tingle just by looking at her. His teasing words had her mind racing with thoughts of sex without inhibitions.
“Stop what?” He grinned. “I’m just glad I’m not the only one.”
She crinkled her forehead. “What are you talking about?”
He licked his lips, and a crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad you’re thinking about kissing me.” She started to argue until he added, “Because I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”
Her mouth formed a small O.
“What?” he said, surprise in his deep voice. “Has no one ever made a comment like this to you before?”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head.
“Now that amazes me.” He slowly reached across the table, brushed her thick, wavy hair back from her face, and gently stroked her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “You’re a beautiful girl, Gracie, and you have a mouth—”
Madeline returned with a pitcher of tea. Gracie eased back in the booth, and Stone’s hand quickly fell away. Silence loomed over the table as she topped off both glasses. Gracie smiled, and it was the fakest smile she’d ever plastered on her face. She couldn’t stop wondering what Stone had been about to say. She also couldn’t stop wondering if she’d enjoy being kissed by a man who clearly wanted her. That idea alone warmed her in places that had never felt so alive.
Gracie quickly picked up her glass and took a big gulp of tea to wet the dryness that had suddenly consumed her throat. Placing the glass on the table, she met Stone’s gaze head on. “You were saying?”
He grinned wide as his gaze explored her. He started at her long fingers, trailed slowly up her arm, over the tight T-shirt that covered her now sensitive breasts, and up her neck until he finally locked eyes with her once again. “You’re beautiful, and a mouth like yours was made for kissing.”
For the first time in her life she was turned on because her body wanted to be. She was attracted to Stone, and she couldn’t help but blush over his directness. She instantly felt naked under his greedy stare, and she liked it.
Gracie smiled shyly and then said, “Please excuse me.” She scooted out of the booth and walked to the bathroom.
Once she was there, she leaned against the door and rested her head on the hard wood. Closing her eyes for a moment, she sighed heavily.
Stone had a way of making her blush, and that was incredibly hard to do with the experience she’d had with men. Still, there was something so different, so amazingly sensual about him that was driving her wild. She took a few moments to gather herself, splashing some cool water on her face.
As she returned to the table, the aroma from Stone’s cheeseburger filled her nostrils. The scent was mouthwatering as was the sight of him studying her as she sat back down in the booth.
“Here you go,” Madeline said, placing their meals in front of them. “Anything else I can get for you?”
Gracie suddenly realized she needed directions to the nearest lodgings. She wasn’t likely to hang out in the diner all night, and who better to ask than a local? “Yes, actually, where is the nearest hotel?”
Stone choked on his tea, and his eyes widened.
Here's where you can buy it: http://www.bookstrand.com/stone-temptation
Thanks for being my guest today Morgan!
So folks - what do you think? HOT HOT HOT!
September 25, 2012
Debra Smith asks - to drink or not to drink.... @RWoftheA
Romance Writers of the Apocalypse: Water to drink or not to drink...: After some late night Netflix screening I found The Colony . I started it in the mind set, that hey, this could be useful knowledge. I hav...
September 20, 2012
Christina Ashcroft and the risks of having sex in a Post-Apocalyptic world. Yikes!
Romance Writers of the Apocalypse: Post-Apocalyptic Sex: I thought this month I’d chat about Post-Apocalyptic Sex. First, because I think seeing the word Sex in the title is fun and secondly b...
September 19, 2012
Mel Tescho and the Birthday Presents to Survive the Apocalypse. Who knew? @RWoftheA
Romance Writers of the Apocalypse: Birthday Presents to Survive the Apocalypse: So it’s my birthday today (yes, life just apparently began a couple of years ago…) and it’s made me wonder – what present would best ...
September 16, 2012
Tracey Ohara and Waterworld - Mad Max on the Water
Romance Writers of the Apocalypse: Waterworld - Mad Max on the Water: I was talking with some people the other day on twitter and the movie Waterworld came up. I love that movie, which says something as ...
September 14, 2012
Kim Knox asks...can time travel save us? @RWoftheA
Romance Writers of the Apocalypse: So...can time travel save us?: Time travel has been on my mind lately--and it's not simply because Doctor Who is back! *squeee*--but as a way to stop an impending apoca...
