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July 1, 2013
July/August Newsletter now available!
The July/August 2013 issue of Awakening Desires—the Newsletter of Romance Author N.J. Walters—is now available.
Be sure to check out all the latest news, contests, my husband’s popular column—Confessions of a Romance Author’s Husband—an excerpt, and this month’s interview with the amazing Lynn LaFleur.
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Be sure to check out all the latest news, contests, my husband’s popular column—Confessions of a Romance Author’s Husband—an excerpt, and this month’s interview with the amazing Lynn LaFleur.
As always, some lucky newsletter subscriber wins a prize. All you have to do to be eligible to win is go to Awakening Desires Newsletter and join. While you’re there, you can check out back issues of the newsletter.
Please Vote for Mark of the Bear
MARK OF THE BEARis up for June Book of the Month at Long and Short Reviews. If you enjoyed the book, please vote for it. Voting is July 1st and 2nd.VOTE HERE
June 30, 2013
HAPPY CANADA DAY!
To all my Canadian friends out there, I hope you have a wonderful day with friends and family, lots of fun, plenty of great food.
Enjoy!
Welcome Author Sable Hunter!
I'd like to welcome Sable Hunter to my blog today. Sable is here to tell us about her upcoming release--a sweeter version of HOT ON HER TRAIL.
Welcome Sable!
HOT ON HER TRAIL
I love to read about Bad Boys, and I love to write about them too. There’s nothing more cum-worthy than a bad boy. Sometimes however, there is born in my imagination a hero who wears a white hat. Not literally, I thinkI chose to release my erotic romance in a sweeter version to meet the needs of a market who wants passion and sensuality, but not the explicitness of erotic romance. So many people have written me and told me how they wish they could share the McCoy’s with their daughter or their mother, but they knew they would not enjoy the graphic nature of some of the scenes. I understand that some of the sex I write is very detailed, but I have always strived to make it tender and respectful and loving. However, I have no problem offering a tamed down version to broaden the appeal of my books. To serve both the Mainstream readers and the Erotic Romance readers is an honor – not a hardship.
Jacob, the hero in Hot on Her Trail is one of those good guys. He is the heart of his family. He is the peacemaker. Of course, he is ripped, buff – sex on a stick – which goes to prove that hot guys can be sweethearts. I know that’s true, I’ve met at least one. He longs for a family, and one day Jessie walks into his world and she meets his every need. He needs no convincing, but she does. Jessie is unsure of herself. Jessie has issues.
I enjoy writing about heroines who have challenges. Very few of us are perfect and I love to explore the emotional impact of body issues or disabilities or disease. Jessie has several things in her life that makes her question whether or not she is worthy of love. She is not a size 2. Jessie is a size 12. When I was growing up, my mother was a size 12. And I thought she was perfect. Our society tries to make women believe that their bodies all have to fit some preconceived shape ordained by fashion gurus who manipulate the high-class world market for clothes. And the models they choose have no basis in fact – they are parodies of what real women look like. Jessie feels she is overweight and unlovable, but Jacob falls for her the first time he sees her – gloriously nude, standing in a ray of sunshine in his barn. He never lets her doubt his love or devotion. Nor does he let her doubt his sexual attraction for her – not for a moment. Oh, how we long for someone to look at us through the eyes of love and think we’re perfect – just the way we are.
Jessie is also dyslexic. The McCoys understand this disease because the baby of the family is dyslexic also. My father was dyslexic so I could discuss the topic with some degree of certainty. When you are dyslexic, your brain has trouble comprehending what you are seeing. The letters jump around on the page, the first letter trades places with the last letter – words and letters just don’t translate the same to someone with dyslexia. My father was smart. Really smart. He was a contractor and he could look at the blueprints of a house and tell you within two or three, how many bricks it would take to build it. He had a magnificent mathematical mind, but he couldn’t write his name, legibly. Jessie is like this and it has prevented her from finding the job that she really dreams of having.
I enjoy writing a book that is uplifting, one that brings hope. Almost every week I will get letters that tell me a reader can relate to one of my characters. More than anything I strive to create situations and characters that people can see themselves in – and give them an idea that whatever may be their issue or their insecurity – they are lovable and desirable and perfect just the way they are. As I write the Hell Yeah! series, I have woven myself into every page. If you ever want to know me or my fantasies or my insecurities – you can read them, for I am there in bold black and white. And I am not perfect, far from it.
My life, as simple as it has been is portrayed in the stories. I am not sophisticated. I haven’t been to any fancy parties and very few dances. What we did for entertainment was more basic. One of the favorite scenes for readers in HOT ON HER TRAIL was the hayride scene. We had hayrides in the cooler months of the year when we would all pile in the back of wagons and get pulled around town by tractors or horses. We would play and sing and laugh and cut up. As we grew older, we found a hayride had more potentiality – because you could snuggle and neck with your boyfriend under the starry sky.
I invite you to read HOT ON HER TRAIL and the other Hell Yeah! and meet the McCoys - meet Jacob, the good guy or Aron, the alpha or Isaac, the badass or Joseph- the daredevil. Noah will come out this fall and Noah has been called some unflattering names – he’s the hard-head of the family to put it nicely. But I promise by the time you get to the end of Skye Blue, you will see Noah in a whole different light and he may turn out to be your favorite McCoy of all.
My cookbookSable Does it in the Kitchen is free FRIDAY, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY – June 28th, 29th and 30th. So hopefully you can pick up a copy. It has some pretty good recipes, excerpts of the books and some free bookmarks and tips. It is my gift to you.
Here is an excerpt from Hot On Her Trail – enjoy.
A little before dark, the community started to arrive. The McCoy Harvest Hayride and Dance was one event they looked forward to all year. Smells of BBQ filled the air, as some of the cowhands had roasted whole pigs and hundreds of pounds of brisket and ribs on the huge pits which were built-in next to the dance pavilion. Isaac had set up his bar under two big oaks and brought all of his waiters and waitresses to help serve the crowd. Huge vats of iced beer and soft drinks sat available for everyone to help themselves. Tables laden with catered and homemade treats compelled guests to sneak a snack before boarding one of the twelve huge hay wagons waiting to take everyone on a moonlit ride.
Jacob and Jessie had claimed their spot in the last wagon. He was interested more in privacy than he was in social interaction. About three other couples had the same idea and when the caravan left, Jacob was leaning against the sideboard, legs spread out wide with Jessie lying between them. Her back was to his front and they were completely nestled in deep hay and then covered over with a soft blanket. The route they were on took the wagons through winding roads and overhanging trees. Some folks in the wagons closer to the front sang songs and much laughter could be heard wafting on the breeze. But in the rear wagon, there were different sounds to be heard. Jacob and Jessie were oblivious to the others who shared their ride. “Look at that moon,” Jessie whispered, thrilled that they seemed to be in their own little world.
“It’s a blue moon,” Jacob’s breath whispered against her skin.
“It’s beautiful.” She put her arms over his, intensifying the hugging sensation making her feel so safe and loved.
“You’re the beautiful one, Precious.” His lips began a slow and determined journey from her cute little shell ear to the smooth curve of her creamy shoulder.
“Jacob, have you thought of a name for our little boy?” She picked up one of his hands and fitted her palm to it, measuring the difference in their sizes.
“Hmmm, what if I told you I’ve had a name picked out for a long, long time.” As he talked, he let his fingers soothe the tops of her breasts which lushly rose from the neckline of her dress.
Jessie shivered at the thrill of his touch. His fingers were callused by honest, hard work and the contrast of his roughness against her softness was intoxicating. “Tell me, Jacob. Is it a family name?”
“No, it was the name of a childhood friend of mine. We lost touch with one another years ago, but I never forgot him.” Jacob spoke in a voice that was nostalgic with good memories. “His name was Travis, Bowie Travis. We called him B. T.”
Jessie’s heart began to race with excitement. “Bowie Travis! I love it, Jacob. Can we call this baby by that name?” She placed both of their hands on her stomach, and the baby answered with a resounding kick.
“I think he likes the idea.” Jacob rubbed the gentle swelling, giving pleasure to the mama and comfort to the son. “Hello, baby Travis. Your mama and daddy love you.” Jessie giggled as she looked around, and all of the other couples had stopped what they were doing to watch them name their baby. One by one they began to applaud. Jessie, embarrassed, hid her face in Jacob’s wide chest and sighed with happiness.
Halfway through the hayride, the wagons pulled in a circle around a campfire so that anyone who wanted to could roast a wiener or melt some marshmallows to make s’mores. Most everyone had already filled up on BBQ and snacks back at the pavilion, so they grabbed a beer and enjoyed the fire. Not Jacob and Jessie. Jacob decided to take total advantage of their chance to be alone.
Reclining in the hay, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, easing his jeans down over his hips so he would be ready for action when the time came.
"Undo your shirt, too, Jacob. I want to be able to feel your naked chest against my back.” In one ripping motion, he opened the shirt from top to bottom.
“Come to me, Doll-Face.” She scooted back into his widespread legs. Before she reclined, he pulled her dress down to her waist. Braless, she settled back in his arms and he spread the blanket over them until they were only visible from the neck up. When his palms covered her breasts she moaned at the welcome sensation.
“Oh, I like this, Jess. I have everything I desire right at my fingertips.”
And, God Almighty! What those fingertips could do! He played her breasts and nipples like a fine instrument. Jessie writhed with pleasure in his arms. Turning her head, she sought his mouth with her own. With love in his eyes, he gripped her chin and cheek and let his lips descend. Jacob’s tongue swept into Jessie’s mouth, dueled with hers and then wrangled it into submission.
He couldn’t believe the dream he held in his arms. Pulling her dress up above her hips, he smiled when he found she was wearing one of the little thongs he had bought at the boutique. Jessie spread her legs, indicating to Jacob her complete surrender. Just a touch, that’s all it took. She was so in love with Jacob all he had to do was run one hand across her waist and she opened, blossomed, and wept for him. Raising her hips to meet his claiming, she cried her relief when he began to play with her. Fire burst from the places he touched, and her vagina pulsed and ached, begging to be invaded, conquered and claimed. Jacob pushed two fingers into her tender opening and she exploded in his arms.
Jacob held her. God, he loved her. She pushed back on him, burrowing into his embrace as he rubbed her sweet spot with one hand and teased the perfect pale globes of her breasts with the other. “Stay with me now, Sweetheart.” Some of the guests were drifting back to the wagon, climbing in with cups of coffee and hot chocolate. Speaking softly, he asked, “Can you pretend we’re not fooling around?”
“I think so.” She didn’t sound completely sure.
“I like to live dangerously,” he teased. “Let’s risk it.” Lifting her under the arms, he scooted her up the scant inch he needed to push up inside of her.
“Jacob!” she exclaimed, in the most modulated voice she could manage. Several eyes turned to look at her. “Isn’t it a beautiful night?” she tried for a lame save. Jacob’s chest vibrated with barely concealed mirth.
“Indeed it is, Ms. Montgomery. It’s a fabulous night.” Underneath the cover of the hay and the blanket, he began flexing his hips upward, stabbing her with short, hard strokes.
She braced her feet on his legs, allowing him to control every aspect of her body and their joining. “Is this good, Jess?”
“God, yes,” she whispered. As she lay there suspended in her pleasure, he massaged her breasts, pulling at the nipples. “Rub your pearl, Baby. I want you to climax for me,” he commanded.
“Okay, but I don’t need it. What you’re doing is going to send me into orbit soon enough.”
“Do it, anyway. I can’t last but a few more seconds, it’s too good.” She complied, and soon she was quivering on top of him, desperately trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Jacob buried his face in her hair. The only way she knew he finished was the change in his breathing and the warm surge she felt inside.
“You’re good at this,” she mumbled.
"Look around.” He chuckled. “We’re not the only ones enjoying each other.” Jessie glanced around and sure enough, several of the couples appeared to be doing more than enjoying the night air.
“Now, I understand the term.” She laughed.
“What term?”
“I believe we’ve had what you would call a roll in the hay?” Laughing, he hugged her close, then he cleaned her up with a handkerchief and helped her straighten her clothes. Jessie had never felt so loved.
Thanks for reading. Sable
Sable’s Website
Welcome Sable!
HOT ON HER TRAIL
I love to read about Bad Boys, and I love to write about them too. There’s nothing more cum-worthy than a bad boy. Sometimes however, there is born in my imagination a hero who wears a white hat. Not literally, I thinkI chose to release my erotic romance in a sweeter version to meet the needs of a market who wants passion and sensuality, but not the explicitness of erotic romance. So many people have written me and told me how they wish they could share the McCoy’s with their daughter or their mother, but they knew they would not enjoy the graphic nature of some of the scenes. I understand that some of the sex I write is very detailed, but I have always strived to make it tender and respectful and loving. However, I have no problem offering a tamed down version to broaden the appeal of my books. To serve both the Mainstream readers and the Erotic Romance readers is an honor – not a hardship.
Jacob, the hero in Hot on Her Trail is one of those good guys. He is the heart of his family. He is the peacemaker. Of course, he is ripped, buff – sex on a stick – which goes to prove that hot guys can be sweethearts. I know that’s true, I’ve met at least one. He longs for a family, and one day Jessie walks into his world and she meets his every need. He needs no convincing, but she does. Jessie is unsure of herself. Jessie has issues.
I enjoy writing about heroines who have challenges. Very few of us are perfect and I love to explore the emotional impact of body issues or disabilities or disease. Jessie has several things in her life that makes her question whether or not she is worthy of love. She is not a size 2. Jessie is a size 12. When I was growing up, my mother was a size 12. And I thought she was perfect. Our society tries to make women believe that their bodies all have to fit some preconceived shape ordained by fashion gurus who manipulate the high-class world market for clothes. And the models they choose have no basis in fact – they are parodies of what real women look like. Jessie feels she is overweight and unlovable, but Jacob falls for her the first time he sees her – gloriously nude, standing in a ray of sunshine in his barn. He never lets her doubt his love or devotion. Nor does he let her doubt his sexual attraction for her – not for a moment. Oh, how we long for someone to look at us through the eyes of love and think we’re perfect – just the way we are.
Jessie is also dyslexic. The McCoys understand this disease because the baby of the family is dyslexic also. My father was dyslexic so I could discuss the topic with some degree of certainty. When you are dyslexic, your brain has trouble comprehending what you are seeing. The letters jump around on the page, the first letter trades places with the last letter – words and letters just don’t translate the same to someone with dyslexia. My father was smart. Really smart. He was a contractor and he could look at the blueprints of a house and tell you within two or three, how many bricks it would take to build it. He had a magnificent mathematical mind, but he couldn’t write his name, legibly. Jessie is like this and it has prevented her from finding the job that she really dreams of having.
I enjoy writing a book that is uplifting, one that brings hope. Almost every week I will get letters that tell me a reader can relate to one of my characters. More than anything I strive to create situations and characters that people can see themselves in – and give them an idea that whatever may be their issue or their insecurity – they are lovable and desirable and perfect just the way they are. As I write the Hell Yeah! series, I have woven myself into every page. If you ever want to know me or my fantasies or my insecurities – you can read them, for I am there in bold black and white. And I am not perfect, far from it.
My life, as simple as it has been is portrayed in the stories. I am not sophisticated. I haven’t been to any fancy parties and very few dances. What we did for entertainment was more basic. One of the favorite scenes for readers in HOT ON HER TRAIL was the hayride scene. We had hayrides in the cooler months of the year when we would all pile in the back of wagons and get pulled around town by tractors or horses. We would play and sing and laugh and cut up. As we grew older, we found a hayride had more potentiality – because you could snuggle and neck with your boyfriend under the starry sky.
I invite you to read HOT ON HER TRAIL and the other Hell Yeah! and meet the McCoys - meet Jacob, the good guy or Aron, the alpha or Isaac, the badass or Joseph- the daredevil. Noah will come out this fall and Noah has been called some unflattering names – he’s the hard-head of the family to put it nicely. But I promise by the time you get to the end of Skye Blue, you will see Noah in a whole different light and he may turn out to be your favorite McCoy of all.
My cookbookSable Does it in the Kitchen is free FRIDAY, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY – June 28th, 29th and 30th. So hopefully you can pick up a copy. It has some pretty good recipes, excerpts of the books and some free bookmarks and tips. It is my gift to you.
Here is an excerpt from Hot On Her Trail – enjoy.
A little before dark, the community started to arrive. The McCoy Harvest Hayride and Dance was one event they looked forward to all year. Smells of BBQ filled the air, as some of the cowhands had roasted whole pigs and hundreds of pounds of brisket and ribs on the huge pits which were built-in next to the dance pavilion. Isaac had set up his bar under two big oaks and brought all of his waiters and waitresses to help serve the crowd. Huge vats of iced beer and soft drinks sat available for everyone to help themselves. Tables laden with catered and homemade treats compelled guests to sneak a snack before boarding one of the twelve huge hay wagons waiting to take everyone on a moonlit ride.
Jacob and Jessie had claimed their spot in the last wagon. He was interested more in privacy than he was in social interaction. About three other couples had the same idea and when the caravan left, Jacob was leaning against the sideboard, legs spread out wide with Jessie lying between them. Her back was to his front and they were completely nestled in deep hay and then covered over with a soft blanket. The route they were on took the wagons through winding roads and overhanging trees. Some folks in the wagons closer to the front sang songs and much laughter could be heard wafting on the breeze. But in the rear wagon, there were different sounds to be heard. Jacob and Jessie were oblivious to the others who shared their ride. “Look at that moon,” Jessie whispered, thrilled that they seemed to be in their own little world.
“It’s a blue moon,” Jacob’s breath whispered against her skin.
“It’s beautiful.” She put her arms over his, intensifying the hugging sensation making her feel so safe and loved.
“You’re the beautiful one, Precious.” His lips began a slow and determined journey from her cute little shell ear to the smooth curve of her creamy shoulder.
“Jacob, have you thought of a name for our little boy?” She picked up one of his hands and fitted her palm to it, measuring the difference in their sizes.
“Hmmm, what if I told you I’ve had a name picked out for a long, long time.” As he talked, he let his fingers soothe the tops of her breasts which lushly rose from the neckline of her dress.
Jessie shivered at the thrill of his touch. His fingers were callused by honest, hard work and the contrast of his roughness against her softness was intoxicating. “Tell me, Jacob. Is it a family name?”
“No, it was the name of a childhood friend of mine. We lost touch with one another years ago, but I never forgot him.” Jacob spoke in a voice that was nostalgic with good memories. “His name was Travis, Bowie Travis. We called him B. T.”
Jessie’s heart began to race with excitement. “Bowie Travis! I love it, Jacob. Can we call this baby by that name?” She placed both of their hands on her stomach, and the baby answered with a resounding kick.
“I think he likes the idea.” Jacob rubbed the gentle swelling, giving pleasure to the mama and comfort to the son. “Hello, baby Travis. Your mama and daddy love you.” Jessie giggled as she looked around, and all of the other couples had stopped what they were doing to watch them name their baby. One by one they began to applaud. Jessie, embarrassed, hid her face in Jacob’s wide chest and sighed with happiness.
Halfway through the hayride, the wagons pulled in a circle around a campfire so that anyone who wanted to could roast a wiener or melt some marshmallows to make s’mores. Most everyone had already filled up on BBQ and snacks back at the pavilion, so they grabbed a beer and enjoyed the fire. Not Jacob and Jessie. Jacob decided to take total advantage of their chance to be alone.
Reclining in the hay, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, easing his jeans down over his hips so he would be ready for action when the time came.
"Undo your shirt, too, Jacob. I want to be able to feel your naked chest against my back.” In one ripping motion, he opened the shirt from top to bottom.
“Come to me, Doll-Face.” She scooted back into his widespread legs. Before she reclined, he pulled her dress down to her waist. Braless, she settled back in his arms and he spread the blanket over them until they were only visible from the neck up. When his palms covered her breasts she moaned at the welcome sensation.
“Oh, I like this, Jess. I have everything I desire right at my fingertips.”
And, God Almighty! What those fingertips could do! He played her breasts and nipples like a fine instrument. Jessie writhed with pleasure in his arms. Turning her head, she sought his mouth with her own. With love in his eyes, he gripped her chin and cheek and let his lips descend. Jacob’s tongue swept into Jessie’s mouth, dueled with hers and then wrangled it into submission.
He couldn’t believe the dream he held in his arms. Pulling her dress up above her hips, he smiled when he found she was wearing one of the little thongs he had bought at the boutique. Jessie spread her legs, indicating to Jacob her complete surrender. Just a touch, that’s all it took. She was so in love with Jacob all he had to do was run one hand across her waist and she opened, blossomed, and wept for him. Raising her hips to meet his claiming, she cried her relief when he began to play with her. Fire burst from the places he touched, and her vagina pulsed and ached, begging to be invaded, conquered and claimed. Jacob pushed two fingers into her tender opening and she exploded in his arms.
Jacob held her. God, he loved her. She pushed back on him, burrowing into his embrace as he rubbed her sweet spot with one hand and teased the perfect pale globes of her breasts with the other. “Stay with me now, Sweetheart.” Some of the guests were drifting back to the wagon, climbing in with cups of coffee and hot chocolate. Speaking softly, he asked, “Can you pretend we’re not fooling around?”
“I think so.” She didn’t sound completely sure.
“I like to live dangerously,” he teased. “Let’s risk it.” Lifting her under the arms, he scooted her up the scant inch he needed to push up inside of her.
“Jacob!” she exclaimed, in the most modulated voice she could manage. Several eyes turned to look at her. “Isn’t it a beautiful night?” she tried for a lame save. Jacob’s chest vibrated with barely concealed mirth.
“Indeed it is, Ms. Montgomery. It’s a fabulous night.” Underneath the cover of the hay and the blanket, he began flexing his hips upward, stabbing her with short, hard strokes.
She braced her feet on his legs, allowing him to control every aspect of her body and their joining. “Is this good, Jess?”
“God, yes,” she whispered. As she lay there suspended in her pleasure, he massaged her breasts, pulling at the nipples. “Rub your pearl, Baby. I want you to climax for me,” he commanded.
“Okay, but I don’t need it. What you’re doing is going to send me into orbit soon enough.”
“Do it, anyway. I can’t last but a few more seconds, it’s too good.” She complied, and soon she was quivering on top of him, desperately trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Jacob buried his face in her hair. The only way she knew he finished was the change in his breathing and the warm surge she felt inside.
“You’re good at this,” she mumbled.
"Look around.” He chuckled. “We’re not the only ones enjoying each other.” Jessie glanced around and sure enough, several of the couples appeared to be doing more than enjoying the night air.
“Now, I understand the term.” She laughed.
“What term?”
“I believe we’ve had what you would call a roll in the hay?” Laughing, he hugged her close, then he cleaned her up with a handkerchief and helped her straighten her clothes. Jessie had never felt so loved.
Thanks for reading. Sable
Sable’s Website
Summer Reading Contest--Final Winner
The fifth and final winner in the Summer Reading Contest is Sherry Cammer. Sherry has chosen Isaiah's Haven as her print book prize. Congratulations!
Thank you to everyone who entered the contest. Watch my website for a new contest coming soon!
Thank you to everyone who entered the contest. Watch my website for a new contest coming soon!
June 29, 2013
Weekend Book Club--Forged in Steele by Maya Banks
FORGED IN STEELE by Maya Banks is the latest installment of her popular KGI series, and it certainly lives up to the rest of the books in the series. This is romantic suspense at it's best! Banks writes tough heroes and strong heroines who have been tested by the worst of life and manage to come out on top, but not without paying a price.
If you aren't reading the KGI series, you should be.
BLURB:
Steele, a KGI team leader, is an enigma not even his teammates understand. His emotions are tightly locked down and nothing can break that icy exterior. Nothing except Maren Scofield, a doctor on a mission, a woman who has gotten under Steele’s skin and threatens to crack that unflappable cool he’s legendary for.
Steele is determined not to allow Maren past his carefully guarded defenses. But when she’s in danger, there’s no way he’ll allow anyone else to protect her.
Maren’s hiding something. He’s sure of it. But he isn’t prepared for the shocking discovery her secrets reveal. Or how they will forever alter the course of his destiny. He has a decision to make. Hold tight and shut her out. Or take a chance on something more powerful than he’s ever faced: Love.
What are you reading?
If you aren't reading the KGI series, you should be.
BLURB:
Steele, a KGI team leader, is an enigma not even his teammates understand. His emotions are tightly locked down and nothing can break that icy exterior. Nothing except Maren Scofield, a doctor on a mission, a woman who has gotten under Steele’s skin and threatens to crack that unflappable cool he’s legendary for.
Steele is determined not to allow Maren past his carefully guarded defenses. But when she’s in danger, there’s no way he’ll allow anyone else to protect her.
Maren’s hiding something. He’s sure of it. But he isn’t prepared for the shocking discovery her secrets reveal. Or how they will forever alter the course of his destiny. He has a decision to make. Hold tight and shut her out. Or take a chance on something more powerful than he’s ever faced: Love.
What are you reading?
June 28, 2013
Winner of Print Copy
The winner of the Print copy of OUT OF SHADOWS is Lakota! Thank you to all of you who left a comment. :)
June 25, 2013
New Print book and Blog Contest!
Look what came in the mail for me this week.
Love the new cover for the print version of OUT OF SHADOWS.
BLURB:
Companion to “Shadows Stir” from Dreams of the Oasis IV anthology and Beyond Shadows
Dovina Horne has arrived in Sleepy Hollow to study the legend of the horseman. She believes it’s only a myth until she’s threatened by a horse and rider while walking on a deserted trail in the woods. Only the sudden appearance of a warrior saves her from the horseman’s sword. She feels an instant connection, both sexual and emotional, to this protective stranger.
An immortal warrior of the Shadow Realm, Hadeon’s mission is to protect Dovina at all costs. He knows the horseman is not what he seems, but something more powerful and sinister in disguise. The longer Hadeon spends with Dovina, the more he wants her. He finds his way into her bed and her heart, but their relationship is doomed. He is an immortal from the shadows and she is a human filled with light. But when the final battle comes, they must use all that is between them if they hope to survive.
Want to win one of these print copies of Out of Shadows. Just comment on this blog post and I'll pick a winner on Friday, June 28th!
Love the new cover for the print version of OUT OF SHADOWS.
BLURB:
Companion to “Shadows Stir” from Dreams of the Oasis IV anthology and Beyond Shadows
Dovina Horne has arrived in Sleepy Hollow to study the legend of the horseman. She believes it’s only a myth until she’s threatened by a horse and rider while walking on a deserted trail in the woods. Only the sudden appearance of a warrior saves her from the horseman’s sword. She feels an instant connection, both sexual and emotional, to this protective stranger.
An immortal warrior of the Shadow Realm, Hadeon’s mission is to protect Dovina at all costs. He knows the horseman is not what he seems, but something more powerful and sinister in disguise. The longer Hadeon spends with Dovina, the more he wants her. He finds his way into her bed and her heart, but their relationship is doomed. He is an immortal from the shadows and she is a human filled with light. But when the final battle comes, they must use all that is between them if they hope to survive.
Want to win one of these print copies of Out of Shadows. Just comment on this blog post and I'll pick a winner on Friday, June 28th!
June 24, 2013
Tuesday Teaser: Lady's Minstrel
The Tuesday Teaser this week is from my Ellora's Cave Quickie LADY'S MINSTREL. This is a short, sexy Medieval tale of Alicia and Reys, of love lost and found again.
TEASER:
His lips turned up in a gentle smile and she stilled, the cup still pressed to her lips. He was devastatingly handsome when he smiled. And she was ordinary. Where he was as fierce as his namesake, she was a small wren with brown hair and brown eyes. She wasn’t tall and willowy, but short and rounded. Her skin was her best feature as it was smooth and unmarred by blemishes. Still, she had to wonder if he was disappointed by the way she looked.
Her nerves came back full force and he didn’t help matters when he turned and walked around to the other side of the bed, tugging off his tunic as he went. He removed a knife from the sheath at his waist and placed it on a table beside the bed. Then he pulled off his boots and the rest of his clothing.
She closed her eyes, half afraid to watch. But curiosity got the better of her and she peeked. Naked, he appeared even larger than when he was fully clothed. His legs were as thick as tree trunks, his arms heavily roped with muscle. His chest was broad and lightly furred. Her gaze dropped, following the thin line of hair that bisected his stomach.
TEASER:
His lips turned up in a gentle smile and she stilled, the cup still pressed to her lips. He was devastatingly handsome when he smiled. And she was ordinary. Where he was as fierce as his namesake, she was a small wren with brown hair and brown eyes. She wasn’t tall and willowy, but short and rounded. Her skin was her best feature as it was smooth and unmarred by blemishes. Still, she had to wonder if he was disappointed by the way she looked.
Her nerves came back full force and he didn’t help matters when he turned and walked around to the other side of the bed, tugging off his tunic as he went. He removed a knife from the sheath at his waist and placed it on a table beside the bed. Then he pulled off his boots and the rest of his clothing.
She closed her eyes, half afraid to watch. But curiosity got the better of her and she peeked. Naked, he appeared even larger than when he was fully clothed. His legs were as thick as tree trunks, his arms heavily roped with muscle. His chest was broad and lightly furred. Her gaze dropped, following the thin line of hair that bisected his stomach.
Double or Nothing
Mark your calendars! DOUBLE OR NOTHING, a hot western ménage a trois, will be available from Ellora's Cave on August 7th! Watch for a cover coming soon.
BLURB:
After ten years away from home, Cherry Edmonds returns to West Texas when her father is ill and dying. Now she is left to deal with the estate and pick up the pieces of her life. The past is waiting for her in the form of Wesson and Remington Smith, the two brothers she was half in love with when she was eighteen.
Wes and Remy know they’re different from most men. They are both in love with Cherry and have been since they were kids. One night of hot sex leaves all of them wanting more, but she believes their time together is just a one-night stand. It’s up to the Smith brothers to prove their love for Cherry and their commitment to the ménage, and to convince Cherry’s she’s definitely capable of loving two Texas cowboys.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
BLURB:
After ten years away from home, Cherry Edmonds returns to West Texas when her father is ill and dying. Now she is left to deal with the estate and pick up the pieces of her life. The past is waiting for her in the form of Wesson and Remington Smith, the two brothers she was half in love with when she was eighteen.
Wes and Remy know they’re different from most men. They are both in love with Cherry and have been since they were kids. One night of hot sex leaves all of them wanting more, but she believes their time together is just a one-night stand. It’s up to the Smith brothers to prove their love for Cherry and their commitment to the ménage, and to convince Cherry’s she’s definitely capable of loving two Texas cowboys.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
