L. Marie Adeline's Blog
June 14, 2014
Live TWITTER Chat now scheduled for June 25th, 9 pm
Join us for a live Twitter chat from 9-10:30ish, June 25th...this one might go a little longer because there is a lot to cover; Will and Cassie, Will and Jessie, Jessie and _____, Pierre, Solange, Julius, soooo much.
Okay, so.
Will you be there?
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Will you be there?
May 29, 2014
April 29, 2014
Wednesday, June 11th Luminato #ReadWomen2014
Wednesday, June 11th
Luminato #ReadWomen2014
Luminato #ReadWomen2014
6:30 pm – 8:30 pm
The Bram & Bluma Appel Salon at the Toronto Reference Library
789 Yonge St.
Hosted by Luminato’s Literary & Ideas Curator, Noah Richler Twitter’s immensely popular #ReadWomen2014 has been busy affirming the contributions, gifts and unique perspectives of female novelists and the challenges they still face. Four of Canada’s bestselling favourites—Lisa Gabriele (writing as L. Marie Adeline), 2007 Canada Reads choice Heather O’Neill, 2007 Canada Reads choice Heather O’Neill, Governor-general’s Literary Award winner Miriam Toews and, new to the field, Globe and Mail columnist Liz Renzetti—unite to extend the discussion.
luminatofestival.com/festival/2014/read-women
April 7, 2014
Gorgeous Japanese cover for S.E.C.R.E.T. Shared
I just had to share…and ONE MORE MONTH until S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed is out! 
S.E.C.R.E.T Revealed ONE MONTH AWAY!
So many complicated feelings now that the trilogy is over. Excitement because soon you'll see how I decided to end it. Fear because soon you'll see how I decided to end it! Ugh, so far early reviews have been, well, a little rhapsodic, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Thank you thank you thank you for going on this adventure with me!!!!
February 14, 2014
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
Here’s the new cover. Isn’t it stunning??
I hope your day is full of love, lust and red satin.
February 13, 2014
Cover Revealed for S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed February 14th
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, and believe me, this cover for S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed is quite appropriate. Can’t wait to show it to you. Tomorrow. Here. Be there. Or be here. Whatever.
January 27, 2014
The first page of S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed, book three in the trilogy, is revealed! It's out in in May 2014.
Here is the first page of S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed, out Spring 2014. If you've read S.E.C.R.E.T. Shared, you know how it ends
This excerpt goes back--just a week earlier--when Cassie and Will were in the throes of their heady, lovely reunion, before that fateful night at Latrobe's ripped them apart again.
Enjoy...we're almost there...hopefully going to look at covers soon!!!
Cassie: Prologue
Had it been only a week? A week since I put on that black-and-white lace camisole with the matching panties? My ear pressed to the door, I listened to him take the steps in twos, forcing myself to count to five after he knocked lightly, trying so hard to appear a little less excited at seeing him. I only made it to three seconds and then whipped open the door. There was my Will, holding a fist of scurvy flowers clearly stolen from a vase at the Café.
“For you,” Will said, placing the flowers under my nose before tossing them over my head on to the floor behind me. “And for me,” he said, scooping me up and carrying me backwards to my bed.
He threw me down across the bedspread. I squealed, delighted as he pushed my camisole up over my breasts to kiss my stomach. Then I went lax, watching as the mere taste of my skin inflamed him, making him hungrier, rougher, which I found agonizing and thrilling. The sound from his throat as he worked off my camisole and threw it aside--I can still hear it.
“Are you real?” he asked, as he gathered my breasts in his hands.
“Well, I thought about implants, but I’m just not that kind of girl, you know?” I said, lazily running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. But he wasn’t going to be distracted by my joke. We weren’t “just friends” anymore. We were lovers. And he was lost in me, in my body, my hair, my skin. I let myself be an ocean, allowing desire to wash over me, my blood pumping, sending small shudders through my legs, making me ache in places he would soon be touching. He was mad at my panties and whipped them over my head. They made a tiny thump as they hit the window. He regarded my body like a banquet, unsure where to kiss first. His hands knew where to be, his fingers especially, as they traced along the curve of my pelvis, gracing where I was wet and waiting.
“I want you so badly,” he said, his hot palm on my skin. There were more words, but I don’t remember them. My eyes were shut, the blood now pounding in my ears, my anticipation so great I threw my arms over my head opening my whole body to him like a gift, just to see what he would make of it.
This excerpt goes back--just a week earlier--when Cassie and Will were in the throes of their heady, lovely reunion, before that fateful night at Latrobe's ripped them apart again.
Enjoy...we're almost there...hopefully going to look at covers soon!!!
Cassie: Prologue
Had it been only a week? A week since I put on that black-and-white lace camisole with the matching panties? My ear pressed to the door, I listened to him take the steps in twos, forcing myself to count to five after he knocked lightly, trying so hard to appear a little less excited at seeing him. I only made it to three seconds and then whipped open the door. There was my Will, holding a fist of scurvy flowers clearly stolen from a vase at the Café.
“For you,” Will said, placing the flowers under my nose before tossing them over my head on to the floor behind me. “And for me,” he said, scooping me up and carrying me backwards to my bed.
He threw me down across the bedspread. I squealed, delighted as he pushed my camisole up over my breasts to kiss my stomach. Then I went lax, watching as the mere taste of my skin inflamed him, making him hungrier, rougher, which I found agonizing and thrilling. The sound from his throat as he worked off my camisole and threw it aside--I can still hear it.
“Are you real?” he asked, as he gathered my breasts in his hands.
“Well, I thought about implants, but I’m just not that kind of girl, you know?” I said, lazily running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. But he wasn’t going to be distracted by my joke. We weren’t “just friends” anymore. We were lovers. And he was lost in me, in my body, my hair, my skin. I let myself be an ocean, allowing desire to wash over me, my blood pumping, sending small shudders through my legs, making me ache in places he would soon be touching. He was mad at my panties and whipped them over my head. They made a tiny thump as they hit the window. He regarded my body like a banquet, unsure where to kiss first. His hands knew where to be, his fingers especially, as they traced along the curve of my pelvis, gracing where I was wet and waiting.
“I want you so badly,” he said, his hot palm on my skin. There were more words, but I don’t remember them. My eyes were shut, the blood now pounding in my ears, my anticipation so great I threw my arms over my head opening my whole body to him like a gift, just to see what he would make of it.
January 10, 2014
Exclusive Excerpt from S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed...book THREE in the S.E.C.R.E.T. erotica trilogy
S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed Exclusive Excerpt #2
In S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed, Cassie has her hands full...dealing with the fallout from Will, and her complicated relationship with Jesse.
But I can't WAIT for you to meet Solange Faraday, my new character in S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed. She's a high-profile news anchor and a workaholic divorced mom. She's beautiful, accomplished, and 41. She has a good relationship with her ex husband, but while his sex life flourished after divorce, hers...just...didn't.
AND, she's fast on the trail of the venal/mysterious Pierre Castille, so her involvement in S.E.C.R.E.T., involves the other women, and it's also her way of chasing after a big story...in Paris.
Here she is coming home to her place in Uptown--where her first fantasy is unfolding.
It involves a sexy handyman....and well, read on:
EXCERPT: S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed
I felt a current dance through my body, instantly warming me. I told myself: this is a very young man. And you are a professional, divorcee, with a young son and a high-profile job in the city. It would not be fitting to flirt. With this man. Who is trespassing on your property. Who is fixing your house. Who is younger than you.
“I’m thirsty," he said. "I’m wondering if I can get a glass of water maybe? Then I can tackle the leaky dishwasher, that is, if you’ll let me into the house.”
Sexy man, this one. He had swagger; he had a bit of game.
Sounding firm, but not angry, I said, “You will remain thirsty until you tell me who sent you and what it is you’re doing on my property.”
“Well, I’ll tell you… if … you accept the Step.”
As he said it, as the words were literally coming out of his mouth, I knew. Finally, it was starting. The thing. The S.E.C.R.E.T. thing. My guide, Matilda, said it would begin within the month, that I’d be warned about some of my fantasies but that others would simply… unfold. God, how many times had I thought to pick up the phone and cancel all this sex fantasy nonsense. I didn’t have time for this. Sex used to be important. Certainly it was a big part of my life with my ex-husband, Julius, before things turned sad for us. But I was forty-one years old, for crying out loud. I had a kid. I had no business gallivanting around town, or my own backyard, having sex with strange men, even if they did have one dimple on the left cheek, none on the other that I could tell, and wore pants that kind of draped over their hips.
He walked over to the garden hose.
“If you won’t quench my thirst, I’ll have to do it this way,” he said, raising a cool arc of water to his lips.
I held up my hand.
“Wait, you can come in.”
“And?” he asked, letting the water run onto the lawn.
“And...”
My mind was scrambling. How would this go? Oh god, what if I am bad at sex? It has been a while…
“Will you accept the Step?” he asked, taking in another mouthful of water, letting some of it splash across his bare shoulders and chest.
I almost burst out laughing.
“Do you know how old I am?”
“Do you know how hot you are?”
“Are you guys told to say those things?”
“Yes. We are… but only if we mean it.”
He dropped the hose and shut off the water, standing stock still in front of me, his expression calm, cool, his beautiful arms relaxed at his sides, one hip cocked, his stomach muscles contracting.
I closed my eyes.
(BTW: My ideal casting for Solange is, naturally, Kerry Washington...am a little bit obsessed with her.)
In S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed, Cassie has her hands full...dealing with the fallout from Will, and her complicated relationship with Jesse.
But I can't WAIT for you to meet Solange Faraday, my new character in S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed. She's a high-profile news anchor and a workaholic divorced mom. She's beautiful, accomplished, and 41. She has a good relationship with her ex husband, but while his sex life flourished after divorce, hers...just...didn't.
AND, she's fast on the trail of the venal/mysterious Pierre Castille, so her involvement in S.E.C.R.E.T., involves the other women, and it's also her way of chasing after a big story...in Paris.
Here she is coming home to her place in Uptown--where her first fantasy is unfolding.
It involves a sexy handyman....and well, read on:
EXCERPT: S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed
I felt a current dance through my body, instantly warming me. I told myself: this is a very young man. And you are a professional, divorcee, with a young son and a high-profile job in the city. It would not be fitting to flirt. With this man. Who is trespassing on your property. Who is fixing your house. Who is younger than you.
“I’m thirsty," he said. "I’m wondering if I can get a glass of water maybe? Then I can tackle the leaky dishwasher, that is, if you’ll let me into the house.”
Sexy man, this one. He had swagger; he had a bit of game.
Sounding firm, but not angry, I said, “You will remain thirsty until you tell me who sent you and what it is you’re doing on my property.”
“Well, I’ll tell you… if … you accept the Step.”
As he said it, as the words were literally coming out of his mouth, I knew. Finally, it was starting. The thing. The S.E.C.R.E.T. thing. My guide, Matilda, said it would begin within the month, that I’d be warned about some of my fantasies but that others would simply… unfold. God, how many times had I thought to pick up the phone and cancel all this sex fantasy nonsense. I didn’t have time for this. Sex used to be important. Certainly it was a big part of my life with my ex-husband, Julius, before things turned sad for us. But I was forty-one years old, for crying out loud. I had a kid. I had no business gallivanting around town, or my own backyard, having sex with strange men, even if they did have one dimple on the left cheek, none on the other that I could tell, and wore pants that kind of draped over their hips.
He walked over to the garden hose.
“If you won’t quench my thirst, I’ll have to do it this way,” he said, raising a cool arc of water to his lips.
I held up my hand.
“Wait, you can come in.”
“And?” he asked, letting the water run onto the lawn.
“And...”
My mind was scrambling. How would this go? Oh god, what if I am bad at sex? It has been a while…
“Will you accept the Step?” he asked, taking in another mouthful of water, letting some of it splash across his bare shoulders and chest.
I almost burst out laughing.
“Do you know how old I am?”
“Do you know how hot you are?”
“Are you guys told to say those things?”
“Yes. We are… but only if we mean it.”
He dropped the hose and shut off the water, standing stock still in front of me, his expression calm, cool, his beautiful arms relaxed at his sides, one hip cocked, his stomach muscles contracting.
I closed my eyes.
(BTW: My ideal casting for Solange is, naturally, Kerry Washington...am a little bit obsessed with her.)
