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November 11, 2013
Behind The Book With Raven McAllan's New Release Livvy's Devil Dom
A big welcome to Raven for stopping by on Behind The Book and sharing with us how she decides on a heroine :-) How do you decide on a heroine?
What should she be? Now that sounds daft, but it really isn't. There are all sorts of heroines, and all sorts of people who want to like or hate them.
How do you decide what sort of heroine you're going to have?
Now for me this is both easy and hard.
It's almost a 'my kink is not your kink 'scenario. We all like something different, and that is what is good. So all I can do is hope my heroine strikes a chord, and me readers go ah yes!
There is no way I could write about a wussy heroine, or a big drip who hides behind her partner and does the old silent movie 'save me' routine. I have to have a kick-ass heroine, who can stand up for herself, and give as good as she gets. My heroines know what they want, be it to submit or dominate, or switch between each scenario.
Woe betide me if I get it wrong. I'm an out and out pantster when I write, and listen to my characters—or else.
(The last or else resulted in my deleting 10k of a manuscript.)
Livvy is definitely able to stand up for herself, but she so meets her match in Sael. Of course he does have an ulterior motive in getting to know her. One that's been set out for them for years, even though Livvy didn't know that. When Sael tells her what it is it really is flight or flight time. But his life hangs in the balance, and so, she realizes does hers as she knows it.
Their story really does highlight what you will or won't do for someone you love.
Blurb
When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.
She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.
He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?
Here's a tease…
"We will make beautiful children. Proper little Devils full of spark and feistiness."
"You're mad." She shook her head. How the hell does he know that? Has he had a snip reversal or something? This has got to be another surreal dream. Got to be. I'll wake up and realize my dreams have gone up to a new level of weirdness. Should I pinch myself?
"Ouch." She glared at the figure beside her. There really was someone with her, and he'd pinched her. She could see the red mark on her arm.
"I did it for you, the pinch," he said in an “aren't I helpful” tone of voice. "I thought it might be more effective if it came from me."
Livvy leaned toward him and pinched him back. Hard. He blinked and gave the most theatrical wince she'd ever seen.
"Shit, woman. Okay. There's no need to retaliate."
"Ha, there so is."
She moved away and sat across the room from him. Doing so made her feel strangely lonely. There was a tug, deep inside her, a connection she wanted to deny but couldn't. What was going on?
"This will get us nowhere fast. Start talking, so I can sort memories and dreams from memories of reality. Firstly, no way did you just spring out of me last year. So?" I sound like a complete brat. She decided she didn't care. She needed information, and fast.
"Of course not. What a stupid idea. My name as you well know, if you chose to acknowledge it, is Sael. I am Saffaulian. I was born many moons ago there. In our world. Which, if humans weren't so insular and so sure they knew everything, would be obvious to see. Behind Orion. And my mother would be most upset if you denied her existence. Come to think of it." His voice filled with humor. "I don't think my father would be overly impressed either."
Livvy waited for more.
Instead, he closed the distance she'd put between them and began to nuzzle her neck. Tingles and spirals of heat radiated out from where he touched, and her clit clenched in an effort to direct the erotic stings towards it.
"Right," she said. "Let's stop buggering about." She giggled at the speculative look that came into his eyes. "No, we're not even going to go there—argh, that so doesn't sound right." Damn, I've forgotten the Sirring bit again.
Sael laughed openly, and even though she felt ready to thump him again, and was worried about what was might happen, and—Oh shit. To her dismay, her knickers were more than damp—how many times could that happen before they were wrecked?—and her clit throbbed in time to the tiny erratic pulse in her neck. A wave of heat suffused her body, and the muscles in her pussy sent a new gush of arousal to coat her thighs. However Livvy found herself able to laugh with him, as the tears streamed down her face.
"Oh, Livvy-love, let's go there. Anytime," he said, as his eyes twinkled, and blue and silver lights shot from them. Sparks of fire glowed in their depths, and she'd swear she saw a rainbow flash overhead.
"Stop it." She wiped her eyes and sobered up. "No, thank you, Sir. No appeal to me." Liar, liar… She blocked that thought out, just in case he'd tuned into her like he said he could. “So, you have parents? Who come from a planet behind Orion? And?"
"You don't mean it, you know, about the buggering. You love it, really."
She lifted her hand, and the fire in his eyes seemed to reach out to her. Livvy lowered it hastily, and he rewarded her with a smile.
"Good girl. Be warned, though. I will remember that, and you will pay for it later. Now, where was I? Yes, okay, explanations now and fucking later. I get you. Well, it's a story that is so familiar to me, I forget I need to spell it out. And to be honest, I thought you'd realized what was going on from our activities this last year."
"No." She was going to make him explain everything. "Start at the beginning, and don't stop until the end."
He raised one eyebrow.
"Um, please, Sir." She'd get the hang of this Sirring if it killed her.
"If you don't it'll more than likely kill me, pet. Yes, I read your mind. Deal with it. Remember who's in charge, my love. You can say what you want, but each infraction will be remembered and recorded in here." He tapped his head. "And we'll resolve them as is right and proper later. Okay."
He stared. Livvy looked away first. The idea of resolution intrigued, excited, and scared her.
"Yes, Sir." Every time she said it, it got easier.
His tone changed from seductive and commanding to brisk and businesslike.
"My name is Sael De Laphouresse. In human age, I'm thirty-five. On Saffaul? Add thousands. I come from a long line of Saffaulian Rulers. We control the Devils within the recess of a person's soul. Each of us has a soul we take care of, cherish, nurture, and eventually live within. Once, many eons ago, we ruled all Devils, both the Devils Within and the Inner Devils. Two types of Devils, light and dark, good and bad. Sadly, not everyone chooses to have a good Devil within them. For centuries of your world's time, we tempered the good with the bad. Managed to keep peace and harmony both on Saffaul and Earth. Now, until we reach the age of Saffaulian maturity, we guard our chosen soul from afar. The elders will do all that is necessary if any human needs Saffaulian help. This is our way. Once we are mature, we begin our life's work. If the rulers decide that both our soul and we are ready, we move in. Then, after we show our human how we need to interact, we appear. Take charge—"
"By fucking?" She interrupted him with a sweet—and innocent—grin.
"I distrust that look, love. And be warned, if you don't stop butting in, I'll show you how effective a ball gag is. Remember? You shouted blue heaven, and I had to explain the traffic light system. Red, ‘no not now’, orange, ‘hold on let's talk about this’, and green is ‘go, go, go, all is goooood’. Then well, after I knew I had to slow down, I sort of made you forget all that. Now we need to get up to speed, so it's traffic lights, okay? And we can always try the gag again."
Livvy was darned sure she was the color of the walls, and they were pale grey. That was something she hadn't remembered. "Er no, thank you. Red then."
He laughed. "Oh Livvy-love, you're so transparent. How can you call red when your cream coats your legs and you're so wet you want to make yourself come? Oh, and you're not to do that, unless I say so. Accept it."
Sael waited until at last she gave a brief nod. Then he smiled, damn him. He knew she'd do as she agreed.
Livvy's Devil Dom is Available from
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/livvys-devil-dom-by-raven-mcallan/
And if you want to check out Raven and her books you can find out all you need to know at
www.ravenmcallan.com
What should she be? Now that sounds daft, but it really isn't. There are all sorts of heroines, and all sorts of people who want to like or hate them.
How do you decide what sort of heroine you're going to have?
Now for me this is both easy and hard.
It's almost a 'my kink is not your kink 'scenario. We all like something different, and that is what is good. So all I can do is hope my heroine strikes a chord, and me readers go ah yes!
There is no way I could write about a wussy heroine, or a big drip who hides behind her partner and does the old silent movie 'save me' routine. I have to have a kick-ass heroine, who can stand up for herself, and give as good as she gets. My heroines know what they want, be it to submit or dominate, or switch between each scenario.
Woe betide me if I get it wrong. I'm an out and out pantster when I write, and listen to my characters—or else.
(The last or else resulted in my deleting 10k of a manuscript.)
Livvy is definitely able to stand up for herself, but she so meets her match in Sael. Of course he does have an ulterior motive in getting to know her. One that's been set out for them for years, even though Livvy didn't know that. When Sael tells her what it is it really is flight or flight time. But his life hangs in the balance, and so, she realizes does hers as she knows it.
Their story really does highlight what you will or won't do for someone you love.
BlurbWhen Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.
She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.
He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?
Here's a tease…
"We will make beautiful children. Proper little Devils full of spark and feistiness."
"You're mad." She shook her head. How the hell does he know that? Has he had a snip reversal or something? This has got to be another surreal dream. Got to be. I'll wake up and realize my dreams have gone up to a new level of weirdness. Should I pinch myself?
"Ouch." She glared at the figure beside her. There really was someone with her, and he'd pinched her. She could see the red mark on her arm.
"I did it for you, the pinch," he said in an “aren't I helpful” tone of voice. "I thought it might be more effective if it came from me."
Livvy leaned toward him and pinched him back. Hard. He blinked and gave the most theatrical wince she'd ever seen.
"Shit, woman. Okay. There's no need to retaliate."
"Ha, there so is."
She moved away and sat across the room from him. Doing so made her feel strangely lonely. There was a tug, deep inside her, a connection she wanted to deny but couldn't. What was going on?
"This will get us nowhere fast. Start talking, so I can sort memories and dreams from memories of reality. Firstly, no way did you just spring out of me last year. So?" I sound like a complete brat. She decided she didn't care. She needed information, and fast.
"Of course not. What a stupid idea. My name as you well know, if you chose to acknowledge it, is Sael. I am Saffaulian. I was born many moons ago there. In our world. Which, if humans weren't so insular and so sure they knew everything, would be obvious to see. Behind Orion. And my mother would be most upset if you denied her existence. Come to think of it." His voice filled with humor. "I don't think my father would be overly impressed either."
Livvy waited for more.
Instead, he closed the distance she'd put between them and began to nuzzle her neck. Tingles and spirals of heat radiated out from where he touched, and her clit clenched in an effort to direct the erotic stings towards it.
"Right," she said. "Let's stop buggering about." She giggled at the speculative look that came into his eyes. "No, we're not even going to go there—argh, that so doesn't sound right." Damn, I've forgotten the Sirring bit again.
Sael laughed openly, and even though she felt ready to thump him again, and was worried about what was might happen, and—Oh shit. To her dismay, her knickers were more than damp—how many times could that happen before they were wrecked?—and her clit throbbed in time to the tiny erratic pulse in her neck. A wave of heat suffused her body, and the muscles in her pussy sent a new gush of arousal to coat her thighs. However Livvy found herself able to laugh with him, as the tears streamed down her face.
"Oh, Livvy-love, let's go there. Anytime," he said, as his eyes twinkled, and blue and silver lights shot from them. Sparks of fire glowed in their depths, and she'd swear she saw a rainbow flash overhead.
"Stop it." She wiped her eyes and sobered up. "No, thank you, Sir. No appeal to me." Liar, liar… She blocked that thought out, just in case he'd tuned into her like he said he could. “So, you have parents? Who come from a planet behind Orion? And?"
"You don't mean it, you know, about the buggering. You love it, really."
She lifted her hand, and the fire in his eyes seemed to reach out to her. Livvy lowered it hastily, and he rewarded her with a smile.
"Good girl. Be warned, though. I will remember that, and you will pay for it later. Now, where was I? Yes, okay, explanations now and fucking later. I get you. Well, it's a story that is so familiar to me, I forget I need to spell it out. And to be honest, I thought you'd realized what was going on from our activities this last year."
"No." She was going to make him explain everything. "Start at the beginning, and don't stop until the end."
He raised one eyebrow.
"Um, please, Sir." She'd get the hang of this Sirring if it killed her.
"If you don't it'll more than likely kill me, pet. Yes, I read your mind. Deal with it. Remember who's in charge, my love. You can say what you want, but each infraction will be remembered and recorded in here." He tapped his head. "And we'll resolve them as is right and proper later. Okay."
He stared. Livvy looked away first. The idea of resolution intrigued, excited, and scared her.
"Yes, Sir." Every time she said it, it got easier.
His tone changed from seductive and commanding to brisk and businesslike.
"My name is Sael De Laphouresse. In human age, I'm thirty-five. On Saffaul? Add thousands. I come from a long line of Saffaulian Rulers. We control the Devils within the recess of a person's soul. Each of us has a soul we take care of, cherish, nurture, and eventually live within. Once, many eons ago, we ruled all Devils, both the Devils Within and the Inner Devils. Two types of Devils, light and dark, good and bad. Sadly, not everyone chooses to have a good Devil within them. For centuries of your world's time, we tempered the good with the bad. Managed to keep peace and harmony both on Saffaul and Earth. Now, until we reach the age of Saffaulian maturity, we guard our chosen soul from afar. The elders will do all that is necessary if any human needs Saffaulian help. This is our way. Once we are mature, we begin our life's work. If the rulers decide that both our soul and we are ready, we move in. Then, after we show our human how we need to interact, we appear. Take charge—"
"By fucking?" She interrupted him with a sweet—and innocent—grin.
"I distrust that look, love. And be warned, if you don't stop butting in, I'll show you how effective a ball gag is. Remember? You shouted blue heaven, and I had to explain the traffic light system. Red, ‘no not now’, orange, ‘hold on let's talk about this’, and green is ‘go, go, go, all is goooood’. Then well, after I knew I had to slow down, I sort of made you forget all that. Now we need to get up to speed, so it's traffic lights, okay? And we can always try the gag again."
Livvy was darned sure she was the color of the walls, and they were pale grey. That was something she hadn't remembered. "Er no, thank you. Red then."
He laughed. "Oh Livvy-love, you're so transparent. How can you call red when your cream coats your legs and you're so wet you want to make yourself come? Oh, and you're not to do that, unless I say so. Accept it."
Sael waited until at last she gave a brief nod. Then he smiled, damn him. He knew she'd do as she agreed.
Livvy's Devil Dom is Available from
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/livvys-devil-dom-by-raven-mcallan/
And if you want to check out Raven and her books you can find out all you need to know at
www.ravenmcallan.com
November 6, 2013
New Cover, New Release by Iyana Jenna
A big welcome to Iyana for stopping by to share the cover for her new release A Single Black Rose. Congratulations! 
COVER REVEAL
Coming on November 17, 2013, from JMS Books LLC.
Blurb
Actor Sean O'Reilly received a bouquet of roses that at first he thought was sent by his boyfriend, Nate Matthews. Alarm bells rang when Nate said that he hadn't sent them. Sean panicked when he kept receiving flowers over the next days, and what worried him more was that there was always a single black rose in the middle of other colored ones.
Together they tried to find out the meaning of all this. They found no answers. Sean and Nate didn’t realize that a wicked plot against Sean had been set up by an obsessed fan who was helped by a brother who had promised to always take care of him.
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COVER REVEALComing on November 17, 2013, from JMS Books LLC.
Blurb
Actor Sean O'Reilly received a bouquet of roses that at first he thought was sent by his boyfriend, Nate Matthews. Alarm bells rang when Nate said that he hadn't sent them. Sean panicked when he kept receiving flowers over the next days, and what worried him more was that there was always a single black rose in the middle of other colored ones.
Together they tried to find out the meaning of all this. They found no answers. Sean and Nate didn’t realize that a wicked plot against Sean had been set up by an obsessed fan who was helped by a brother who had promised to always take care of him.
Author Links
Blog
Website
Amazon
Goodreads
October 30, 2013
The Housewife And The Film Star -- New Release From Doris O'Connor
A big WELCOME to Doris O'Connor for stopping in to share her new book The Housewife And The Film Star!!
Thanks so much for having me here today :-)
I do love a tortured hero, and Sven, the hero in The Housewife and the Film Star is very tortured indeed. On the face of it he has it all, fame, fortune, good looks, and he gives the impression that he doesn't give a hoot about what others think.
The public sees an arrogant playboy, too busy partying and chasing the latest bit of skirt to even act recently. Kiss and tell stories a-plenty tell the story of a man hell bent on seeking his own pleasure, whichever way he may get that, and as such his reputation in the business is in tatters.
The real story is, of course, very different. Sven keeps his private, and his public life completely separate and not many people get to see this private, broken Sven, because he doesn't let anyone close enough to see behind the mask—until he encounters Sylvia.
This ordinary mum of three is like a breath of fresh air, and she marches under his defences with dizzying speed. Not at all impressed by his status and even less impressed by his womanizing reputation, she fights her own attraction for him every step of the way, but Sven is a hard man to resist when he decides to pursue you.
With single minded determination Sven seeks to get her out of his system, in the only way he knows how—by screwing her senseless.
They agree on one weekend of hot sex away from the glaring eyes of the media.
Great plan, in theory, but a man like Sven attracts attention wherever he goes, and the more he gets to know Sylvia, the more he realizes that one weekend is never going to be enough… not when she raises every one of his protective instincts. The Dom in him cannot resist a sub in need.
Blurb:
When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking
Excerpt:
George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere. He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.
"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.
Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.
"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.
"Ready?"
"No."
She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.
"Trust me?"
Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.
"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed your mind."
The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven's heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn't help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.
"I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be hoarse from screaming my name."
The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.
"I haven't changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now."
"Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me."
Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.
A door banged shut behind them, and Sven's vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.
"Don't you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time."
Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.
A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.
"Sven, please, I need…"
"What, lady, what do you need … this?"
A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn't her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn't do something, anything.
"Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers."
The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.
Yes, please yes…
He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven's agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.
"God, you're so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can't. Fuck, I want you so much."
****
Available from: Evernight, Amazon, Bookstrand, ARe
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Thanks so much for having me here today :-)
I do love a tortured hero, and Sven, the hero in The Housewife and the Film Star is very tortured indeed. On the face of it he has it all, fame, fortune, good looks, and he gives the impression that he doesn't give a hoot about what others think.
The public sees an arrogant playboy, too busy partying and chasing the latest bit of skirt to even act recently. Kiss and tell stories a-plenty tell the story of a man hell bent on seeking his own pleasure, whichever way he may get that, and as such his reputation in the business is in tatters.
The real story is, of course, very different. Sven keeps his private, and his public life completely separate and not many people get to see this private, broken Sven, because he doesn't let anyone close enough to see behind the mask—until he encounters Sylvia.
This ordinary mum of three is like a breath of fresh air, and she marches under his defences with dizzying speed. Not at all impressed by his status and even less impressed by his womanizing reputation, she fights her own attraction for him every step of the way, but Sven is a hard man to resist when he decides to pursue you.
With single minded determination Sven seeks to get her out of his system, in the only way he knows how—by screwing her senseless.
They agree on one weekend of hot sex away from the glaring eyes of the media.
Great plan, in theory, but a man like Sven attracts attention wherever he goes, and the more he gets to know Sylvia, the more he realizes that one weekend is never going to be enough… not when she raises every one of his protective instincts. The Dom in him cannot resist a sub in need.
Blurb:
When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking
Excerpt:
George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere. He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.
"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.
Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.
"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.
"Ready?"
"No."
She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.
"Trust me?"
Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.
"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed your mind."
The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven's heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn't help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.
"I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be hoarse from screaming my name."
The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.
"I haven't changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now."
"Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me."
Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.
A door banged shut behind them, and Sven's vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.
"Don't you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time."
Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.
A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.
"Sven, please, I need…"
"What, lady, what do you need … this?"
A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn't her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn't do something, anything.
"Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers."
The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.
Yes, please yes…
He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven's agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.
"God, you're so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can't. Fuck, I want you so much."
****
Available from: Evernight, Amazon, Bookstrand, ARe
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Stalking Links
Website Blog, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Evernight Publishing, Amazon, All Romance E-Books, BookStrand, Barnes&Noble
October 28, 2013
New Release by Elodie Parkes -- Night of the Horse
Thank you for inviting me here to talk about my hot new Evernight release, ‘Night of the Horse’.
The inspiration for the book came from seeing a paddock with more than thirty horses grazing in it. I have to travel sometimes with my job, and there’s a particular route I need to take to get to one part of the county. It takes me through beautiful countryside and past what I believe is the back of a horse stud. The first time I saw the paddock full of horses they were dotted about grazing. It’s a massive grassy area that slopes upwards to a hedgerow. I slowed my Jeep right down to look at the horses, but another vehicle suddenly came along on the country road and I had to drive on. On my way back, I hoped to see the horse again, but they were gone.
When I was asked to go that way again for work, I took my camera, hoping to photograph the horses, because they are all different colors and sizes, and very lovely.
The paddock was full of them again and they were running, galloping around and around as if they were in some mysterious race only they knew about. I found a place to take my Jeep off the road and walked back to photograph them. I’d only taken a few minutes to do it, but when I reached the paddock where the fence allowed access, only two horses were left, a white one with a long flowing mane and a tall glossy black one. Who knows where the others had gone, maybe over the hill through a gap in hedgerow I couldn’t see.
I stood by the fence and both horses walked down to me. I had climbed onto the bottom wooden bar of the fence and balanced there. The black one came right away up to me and nudged my shoulder. Then the white one pushed his head away turned back to me and nodded. I think they were used to someone coming along with apples or carrots, but it was funny and so nice to have those two gorgeous animals communicate with me like that.
On my way back home after work the paddock was empty. That night I started writing, ‘Night of the Horse.’
A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?
Available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/night-of-the-horse-by-elodie-parkes/
About Elodie Parkes:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
The inspiration for the book came from seeing a paddock with more than thirty horses grazing in it. I have to travel sometimes with my job, and there’s a particular route I need to take to get to one part of the county. It takes me through beautiful countryside and past what I believe is the back of a horse stud. The first time I saw the paddock full of horses they were dotted about grazing. It’s a massive grassy area that slopes upwards to a hedgerow. I slowed my Jeep right down to look at the horses, but another vehicle suddenly came along on the country road and I had to drive on. On my way back, I hoped to see the horse again, but they were gone.
When I was asked to go that way again for work, I took my camera, hoping to photograph the horses, because they are all different colors and sizes, and very lovely.
The paddock was full of them again and they were running, galloping around and around as if they were in some mysterious race only they knew about. I found a place to take my Jeep off the road and walked back to photograph them. I’d only taken a few minutes to do it, but when I reached the paddock where the fence allowed access, only two horses were left, a white one with a long flowing mane and a tall glossy black one. Who knows where the others had gone, maybe over the hill through a gap in hedgerow I couldn’t see.
I stood by the fence and both horses walked down to me. I had climbed onto the bottom wooden bar of the fence and balanced there. The black one came right away up to me and nudged my shoulder. Then the white one pushed his head away turned back to me and nodded. I think they were used to someone coming along with apples or carrots, but it was funny and so nice to have those two gorgeous animals communicate with me like that.
On my way back home after work the paddock was empty. That night I started writing, ‘Night of the Horse.’
A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?Available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/night-of-the-horse-by-elodie-parkes/
About Elodie Parkes:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
October 23, 2013
A Day In The Life of Jewel Quinlan & Her New Release -- Rock Star Ex
Happy Hump Day Everyone! Thanks Donina for having me in your small town out in Pennsylvania. I too, love my coffee in the morning. At the moment, Peet’s coffee if my favorite kind.
A Day in the Life of Jewel Quinlan
So when I sat down to write this topic I had to make a big decision. Which day to show you? Lol. But I am guessing your readers would like a peek at a ‘normal’ day in a writer’s life. So let’s look at the day I received word back from a publisher about a book I had submitted to them.
During the day I work in pharmaceutical sales. I am an outside sales rep so I drive around to visit my customers. I sell veterinary products (vaccines, dewormer, antibiotics, flea and tick stuff) and the division I am in focuses on animal shelters and humane societies. So, as you can guess, I cover a lot of ground. My territory is Southern California (from Santa Maria down to the border) and Las Vegas. From where I live in Orange County I don’t have to do a heck of a lot of overnight trips and I try not to, since I have two dogs. That day, after the usual round of customer visits, I came home, had dinner with my dogs and we did our usual mile walk.
On this particular day I was a little stressed. Because I had so much to do, my intention of a yoga session went out the window. My wonderful editor at Evernight had sent me back the first round of edits for Rock Star Ex and I had to get that back to her within a week. I was also trying to get my pages done for my critique group. We meet every few weeks and the deadline to turn them in was that night. Like everyone else, as soon as I turn my laptop on, what do I do? Get straight to work? Nope. That’s right. I check my Facebook account, Twitter account and then go to my personal email.
And there is was an email from the other publisher. I had pitched this story at the California Dreamin’ Conference back in March. The editor I met with had requested the first three chapters and the last, along with a synopsis. Two months later I emailed her to follow up and was told that they had enjoyed the chapters and wanted to see the full manuscript. So I, of course, sent it right away.
A few more months passed and I started to get nervous. Maybe they didn’t like it? So I procrastinated on following up, like any self-respecting writer would do. J That story was the first novel I ever completed and it was a full-length. But it was more than that. It was my baby, the sign that I could do this! And there it was in my in box, the email with word on their decision. My heart started pounding in my chest. Should I open it now or later? I had work to do and a rejection email would only serve to squash my desire to write that evening. What else could it be but a rejection? They sent an email, that’s what it had to be. I closed my browser.
Then I chided myself for being such a baby and opened it back up again. Better to rip the band aid off. I could take rejection. I am a seasoned sales person and very used to hearing no, I told myself.
But it was an acceptance! I was so over-the-moon happy to see it that I did a happy dance. I think I even shed a few tears of gratitude. How unbelievably wonderful! That was the day I learned that everything in this industry is done via email so, no need to wait by the phone. It was one of the best days of my life and I will never forget it.
Now, on to details of Rock Star Ex which is currently available…
Blurb:
Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal. Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago. But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.
To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon, which means traveling with the band in their tour bus while they promote their new album. It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.
When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?
Excerpt:
“It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it. He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it. It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
Big mistake.
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give you a chance? Then I’d say we’re even.”
“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking. It wasn’t like that.” He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.
“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated. Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts. You left and I never heard from you again. Not once. It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”
He tensed. It was happening again. She was misunderstanding him. “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”
“Oh, then what do you mean?” She cocked her head at him and waited.
“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons. You don’t know what it was like. I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night. It was pretty much impossible to communicate. Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”
She visibly puffed up. “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”
“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve. Just that there was no way to call.” He felt relieved. He had finally been able to tell her, to explain. Maybe now she would understand. Well, when she calmed down at least.
“And you couldn’t write a letter?” She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.
She had him there. Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small. He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say. That was an even more complicated topic.
Her cold eyes were on him. The silence stretched on for another moment. Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.
Where you can buy it:
Evernight Publishing:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rock-star-ex-by-jewel-quinlan/
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Star-Ex-ebook/dp/B00FQUB2Q0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381382346&sr=8-1&keywords=Rock+Star+Ex
All Romance e-Books:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rockstarex-1315938-149.html
Barnes & Noble
BookStrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/rock-star-ex-mf
Sony
Apple iBooks
Chapters-Indigo/KOBO
Coffee Time Romance
Rainbow Ebooks (GBLT)
Goodreads – add it to your reading list
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18660707-rock-star-ex?from_search=true
Author Bio
From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
For more information visit www.jewelquinlan.com or you can follow her on Facebook (Author Jewel Quinlan) and Twitter (@JewelQuinlan).
A Day in the Life of Jewel Quinlan
So when I sat down to write this topic I had to make a big decision. Which day to show you? Lol. But I am guessing your readers would like a peek at a ‘normal’ day in a writer’s life. So let’s look at the day I received word back from a publisher about a book I had submitted to them.
During the day I work in pharmaceutical sales. I am an outside sales rep so I drive around to visit my customers. I sell veterinary products (vaccines, dewormer, antibiotics, flea and tick stuff) and the division I am in focuses on animal shelters and humane societies. So, as you can guess, I cover a lot of ground. My territory is Southern California (from Santa Maria down to the border) and Las Vegas. From where I live in Orange County I don’t have to do a heck of a lot of overnight trips and I try not to, since I have two dogs. That day, after the usual round of customer visits, I came home, had dinner with my dogs and we did our usual mile walk.
On this particular day I was a little stressed. Because I had so much to do, my intention of a yoga session went out the window. My wonderful editor at Evernight had sent me back the first round of edits for Rock Star Ex and I had to get that back to her within a week. I was also trying to get my pages done for my critique group. We meet every few weeks and the deadline to turn them in was that night. Like everyone else, as soon as I turn my laptop on, what do I do? Get straight to work? Nope. That’s right. I check my Facebook account, Twitter account and then go to my personal email.
And there is was an email from the other publisher. I had pitched this story at the California Dreamin’ Conference back in March. The editor I met with had requested the first three chapters and the last, along with a synopsis. Two months later I emailed her to follow up and was told that they had enjoyed the chapters and wanted to see the full manuscript. So I, of course, sent it right away.
A few more months passed and I started to get nervous. Maybe they didn’t like it? So I procrastinated on following up, like any self-respecting writer would do. J That story was the first novel I ever completed and it was a full-length. But it was more than that. It was my baby, the sign that I could do this! And there it was in my in box, the email with word on their decision. My heart started pounding in my chest. Should I open it now or later? I had work to do and a rejection email would only serve to squash my desire to write that evening. What else could it be but a rejection? They sent an email, that’s what it had to be. I closed my browser.
Then I chided myself for being such a baby and opened it back up again. Better to rip the band aid off. I could take rejection. I am a seasoned sales person and very used to hearing no, I told myself.
But it was an acceptance! I was so over-the-moon happy to see it that I did a happy dance. I think I even shed a few tears of gratitude. How unbelievably wonderful! That was the day I learned that everything in this industry is done via email so, no need to wait by the phone. It was one of the best days of my life and I will never forget it.
Now, on to details of Rock Star Ex which is currently available…Blurb:
Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal. Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago. But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.
To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon, which means traveling with the band in their tour bus while they promote their new album. It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.
When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?
Excerpt:
“It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it. He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it. It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
Big mistake.
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give you a chance? Then I’d say we’re even.”
“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking. It wasn’t like that.” He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.
“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated. Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts. You left and I never heard from you again. Not once. It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”
He tensed. It was happening again. She was misunderstanding him. “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”
“Oh, then what do you mean?” She cocked her head at him and waited.
“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons. You don’t know what it was like. I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night. It was pretty much impossible to communicate. Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”
She visibly puffed up. “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”
“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve. Just that there was no way to call.” He felt relieved. He had finally been able to tell her, to explain. Maybe now she would understand. Well, when she calmed down at least.
“And you couldn’t write a letter?” She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.
She had him there. Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small. He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say. That was an even more complicated topic.
Her cold eyes were on him. The silence stretched on for another moment. Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.
Where you can buy it:
Evernight Publishing:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rock-star-ex-by-jewel-quinlan/
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Star-Ex-ebook/dp/B00FQUB2Q0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381382346&sr=8-1&keywords=Rock+Star+Ex
All Romance e-Books:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rockstarex-1315938-149.html
Barnes & Noble
BookStrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/rock-star-ex-mf
Sony
Apple iBooks
Chapters-Indigo/KOBO
Coffee Time Romance
Rainbow Ebooks (GBLT)
Goodreads – add it to your reading list
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18660707-rock-star-ex?from_search=true
Author Bio
From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
For more information visit www.jewelquinlan.com or you can follow her on Facebook (Author Jewel Quinlan) and Twitter (@JewelQuinlan).
October 22, 2013
Behind The Book with Bethany-Kris
As a writer, sometimes we meet an individual, hear a tale or witness an event that inspire and touch us in such a way that a story begs to be written. These are those voices that
Had To Be Heard...
I didn’t always know I wanted to write, or if ever, become a published author. In fact, my ability to hear a story being told in my mind and then let it consume me enough to want to put it to paper for others to read is probably a bigger surprise to me than anyone else.
Because, if you asked my friends (only the very closest) and the family members who know me better than I believed they did, they would tell you it wasn’t a surprise at all. I’ve always been the wandering type. My gaze wanders to anything pretty that could catch my eye. My heart wanders in the direction of things I can love fully without care or concern. My thought process wanders if at any moment I feel the least bit bored with my surroundings.
But mostly, I wander in mind.
All too often my boss tells me it’s clear I’m not listening or that I’m distracted from my work-related goals.
No wonder, you’re boring me. You’re not challenging me. You’re not giving me reason to tell a story.
It’s times like those when I find myself knee-deep into the urge to write. Because why not? I have words, sentences, characters with tales to tell all up in there just rattling around waiting to get out.
It’s like I’m this close to telling him to shut up because, I want to tell a story.
And sometimes my mind can be a scary place. Sometimes I want to make a reader happy, and sometimes I want to make a reader cry. Other times I want to get right down to business and others I want to draw out the tension and wait for as long as possible to make it that much better at the climax.
I don’t have a process. I don’t outline or overanalyze. I just want to write and I want the readers to feel.
Beyond the smut we dabble in, or the romance we adore…above all else, don’t you want to feel, too?
That’s what I strive for. That’s what’s hidden beneath the books and words in every story I write—feeling.
My novella A Mile High was one of the stories of which I attempted to showcase this need to write feelings while keeping it true to its genre and audience. It didn’t matter to me that it was an erotic romance, because in my head, these characters still had stories to tell. Further than the plane ride (and a little bit more) that we read in the book, they had so many other things going on that needed to be put on display without it overwhelming or taking up too much space and becoming boring.
It was a challenge. Creatively, it was new to me. I’m a wordy bitch. I don’t write 15k stories (hell, I’ve written chapters longer than that), no, I write 90k and instead of cutting during editing, I add.
Yeah.
So, this drive to get this story just right and the feelings I wanted the readers to develop for these characters was somewhat of a struggle…but only for a short time. I stopped second guessing myself somewhere along the way and just decided to write it the way it needed to be told. The way my mind wanted to tell it.
Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you.
A Mile High
Blurb: Olivia wants a vacation, that’s all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a week getaway to the beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be where it ends up.
There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.
Buy links: Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-mile-high-by-bethany-kris/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Mile-High-ebook/dp/B00FEXO4TQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1380101486&sr=8-1&keywords=A+Mile+High+Bethany
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amilehigh-1304746-149.html
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-mile-high-mf
Bethany-Kris is a twenty-four year old Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two dogs, and two cats. Between her full time job, her children, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
Find her on:
Twitter at www.twitter.com/bethanykris
Facebook at www.facebook.com/bethanykriswrites
Or Blogger at www.bethanykris.blogspot.ca
I didn’t always know I wanted to write, or if ever, become a published author. In fact, my ability to hear a story being told in my mind and then let it consume me enough to want to put it to paper for others to read is probably a bigger surprise to me than anyone else. Because, if you asked my friends (only the very closest) and the family members who know me better than I believed they did, they would tell you it wasn’t a surprise at all. I’ve always been the wandering type. My gaze wanders to anything pretty that could catch my eye. My heart wanders in the direction of things I can love fully without care or concern. My thought process wanders if at any moment I feel the least bit bored with my surroundings.
But mostly, I wander in mind.
All too often my boss tells me it’s clear I’m not listening or that I’m distracted from my work-related goals.
No wonder, you’re boring me. You’re not challenging me. You’re not giving me reason to tell a story.
It’s times like those when I find myself knee-deep into the urge to write. Because why not? I have words, sentences, characters with tales to tell all up in there just rattling around waiting to get out.
It’s like I’m this close to telling him to shut up because, I want to tell a story.
And sometimes my mind can be a scary place. Sometimes I want to make a reader happy, and sometimes I want to make a reader cry. Other times I want to get right down to business and others I want to draw out the tension and wait for as long as possible to make it that much better at the climax.
I don’t have a process. I don’t outline or overanalyze. I just want to write and I want the readers to feel.
Beyond the smut we dabble in, or the romance we adore…above all else, don’t you want to feel, too?
That’s what I strive for. That’s what’s hidden beneath the books and words in every story I write—feeling.
My novella A Mile High was one of the stories of which I attempted to showcase this need to write feelings while keeping it true to its genre and audience. It didn’t matter to me that it was an erotic romance, because in my head, these characters still had stories to tell. Further than the plane ride (and a little bit more) that we read in the book, they had so many other things going on that needed to be put on display without it overwhelming or taking up too much space and becoming boring.
It was a challenge. Creatively, it was new to me. I’m a wordy bitch. I don’t write 15k stories (hell, I’ve written chapters longer than that), no, I write 90k and instead of cutting during editing, I add.
Yeah.
So, this drive to get this story just right and the feelings I wanted the readers to develop for these characters was somewhat of a struggle…but only for a short time. I stopped second guessing myself somewhere along the way and just decided to write it the way it needed to be told. The way my mind wanted to tell it.
Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you.
A Mile High
Blurb: Olivia wants a vacation, that’s all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a week getaway to the beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be where it ends up.
There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.
Buy links: Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-mile-high-by-bethany-kris/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Mile-High-ebook/dp/B00FEXO4TQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1380101486&sr=8-1&keywords=A+Mile+High+Bethany
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amilehigh-1304746-149.html
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-mile-high-mf
Bethany-Kris is a twenty-four year old Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two dogs, and two cats. Between her full time job, her children, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
Find her on:
Twitter at www.twitter.com/bethanykris
Facebook at www.facebook.com/bethanykriswrites
Or Blogger at www.bethanykris.blogspot.ca
October 21, 2013
New Release by Iyana Jenna
A big welcome to Iyana Jenna for stopping in and sharing her new release Midnight Caller. Donina, thank you so much for having me on your blog! My new release is an m/m short story published by Bitten Press. It is about a mysterious caller who stalks an actor.
A Midnight Caller
Summary:
Actor Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls for the past couple of nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley tried to find out who he was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor whose show was also playing on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the cops several times but he kept delaying doing it.
One night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed him in the parking lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was afraid that his earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the police would end up really bad for him.
Excerpt:
“Hey, I’m sorry, man…”
“And you said you’d call the next day but you didn’t.”
“Oh, were you expecting that? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut up. I’m just so stupid. Get out of my life, okay?”
“Hey, wait. Please, I didn’t mean that. I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way, Ashley…”
“Listen. You sound like a good kid. Why don’t you tell me your name and end all this weirdness?”
“And then we can meet?”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”
BUY LINK:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Midnight-Caller-ebook/dp/B00FRL6CYU/ref=sr_1_1
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/a-midnight-caller-iyana-jenna?store=allproducts&keyword=a+midnight+caller+iyana+jenna
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/366876
Author Bio:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
Stalk me here:
Blog
Website
Amazon
Goodreads
Facebook
Twitter
And GIVEAWAY! Head on over to Iyana's blog HERE and enter to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card and an e-copy of A Midnight Caller!
A Midnight CallerSummary:
Actor Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls for the past couple of nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley tried to find out who he was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor whose show was also playing on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the cops several times but he kept delaying doing it.
One night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed him in the parking lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was afraid that his earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the police would end up really bad for him.
Excerpt:
“Hey, I’m sorry, man…”
“And you said you’d call the next day but you didn’t.”
“Oh, were you expecting that? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut up. I’m just so stupid. Get out of my life, okay?”
“Hey, wait. Please, I didn’t mean that. I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way, Ashley…”
“Listen. You sound like a good kid. Why don’t you tell me your name and end all this weirdness?”
“And then we can meet?”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”
BUY LINK:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Midnight-Caller-ebook/dp/B00FRL6CYU/ref=sr_1_1
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/a-midnight-caller-iyana-jenna?store=allproducts&keyword=a+midnight+caller+iyana+jenna
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/366876
Author Bio:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
Stalk me here:
Blog
Website
Amazon
Goodreads
And GIVEAWAY! Head on over to Iyana's blog HERE and enter to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card and an e-copy of A Midnight Caller!
October 17, 2013
Behind The Book with Stephanie Berget
As a writer, sometimes we meet an individual, hear a tale or witness an event that inspire and touch us in such a way that a story begs to be written. These are those voices that
Had To Be Heard...
A big Welcome to Stephanie for stopping by to share with us why she writes rodeo romances!
I never thought I’d be a writer. I didn’t spend my childhood making up stories about my Barbies or my teenage years penning books about my perfect love. I was a reader, and books were one of my favorite gifts. I was also crazy about horses. Since I was born and raised in the middle of town to parents who had no use for them, getting a horse of my own was a fantasy.
A little thing like that didn’t stop me. I hounded them year after year, for birthdays and Christmas. Every time they’d ask what I wanted, I’d answer, “A horse.” They were all-mighty sick of hearing about my dream, but being my parents, they loved me anyway. They bought Breyer toy horses, cowgirl outfits and all the western books they could find in an effort to appease me.
When I was fifteen, I wore them down. My dad came home with an appaloosa--quarter horse cross, a two year old unbroken colt. To say that we learned together is an understatement. The fact that I didn’t have a clue how to train him didn’t make any difference. I had a horse, and my life was great.
Over the next thirty years, I learned from two of the best barrel horse trainers in the country, Larry and Kay Davis. I was fortunate enough to have some great horses that made me look good. I married a cowboy and had pretty much everything I’d ever dreamed about.
As I said, I’m a reader. I’m a romance reader, and I devour books like chocolate chip cookies. Well, I did until I started writing them. One day about six years ago, I read a romance about a barrel racer. As the heroine was preparing to go to the National Finals Rodeo, she fell in love with the hero, a man who knew nothing about rodeo.
The author also knew nothing about rodeo and hadn’t bothered to do her research. The romance part of her book was well written, and I’m sure to someone who hadn’t rodeoed it was fine, but to me, it wasn’t authentic. What I couldn’t get past was the way she portrayed the horse training, barrel racing and rodeo scenes. They couldn’t have been more unrealistic if she’d tried, and really, all she needed to do was ask. Most barrel racers love to talk about their sport and their horses.
So in my infinite wisdom, I thought, “How hard can it be to write a book?” I decided I’d just write one the way it should be done. And so I did. That first book was read by my mother, and only my mother--she loved it by the way. The thing was, with that book, I discovered how hard it is to write well.
I spent the next five years writing, taking classes, writing some more and learning from other writers until I finished Sugarwater Ranch. Sugarwater is about a bull rider and a waitress and all the problems they have trying to find true love. I said I was a reader. I’m a romance reader and that’s what I write, contemporary romance set in the world of rodeo. I love my Happily Ever Afters.
There’s an old cowboy saying, “Training a horse is like looking at a solid wooden fence. Good trainers see a knothole, look through and discover all they’ve got left to learn. Most people don’t even find the knothole.”
The saying applies to writing, too. Six years later, after countless classes, with five books written and one published, I think maybe I’ve found the knothole. Now to learn what’s on the other side.
BLURB:
Sean O’Connell’s life is perfect, or it was until his partying lifestyle affected his bull riding. Now he’s ended the season too broke to leave the Northwest for the warm southern rodeos. When a wild night with his buddies gets out of hand, he wakes up naked, staring into the angry eyes of a strange woman. His infallible O’Connell charm gets him nowhere with the dark-haired beauty. It’s obvious she’s not his usual good-time girl, so why can’t he forget her?
Bar-manager Catherine Silvera finds a waterlogged, unconscious cowboy freezing to death in front of the Sugarwater Bar. She saves his life--then runs faster than a jackrabbit with a coyote on its tail. Any man who makes his living rodeoing is bad news, especially if Sean thinks partying is part of the competition. He’s everything she doesn’t want in a man, so why can’t Catherine shake her attraction to the rugged cowboy?
EXCERPT:
Catherine changed into her pajamas, her arms and legs so heavy she wasn’t sure she could make it to the bed. Gator was curled into a ball on the bedside rug. She rubbed the dog’s ears then climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers. At last, she could sleep.
But as she lay in the dark, her mind wouldn’t quit whirling. Having a stranger in her house unsettled her. Even though she knew his name, she really didn’t know him. She hadn’t seen Sean since she was twelve.
Her feet hit the cold floorboards, and she padded across the room to her antique dresser. Pushing and shoving, again and again, she moved the heavy piece of furniture until it stood guard in front of her bedroom door. It wasn’t as good as a deadbolt lock, but better than nothing. This way he couldn’t sneak up on her while she slept. She doubted he was going to wake in the next twelve hours, but a girl couldn’t be too careful.
She’d lived by herself since she’d returned to Dalhart, so it never occurred to her to get a lock for her bedroom door. Tomorrow she’d call Uncle Ray and have him pick up a deadbolt at the hardware store. She’d be prepared for the next time, if there was a next time.
As the first pink rays of dawn lit the sky, Gator woke her from a deep sleep, whining and pawing at her bedding. On a normal night, he stayed outside and had the run of the yard. He was ready for his normal night.
With Sean in the house, Catherine had kept the dog in her room as added protection, but now he wanted out. She felt her way across the room, flipped the latch then slid the window open. Gator hopped through into the large backyard and began to explore his territory. After closing the window, she dropped back into bed. By the time her eyelids had closed, she was asleep again.
Uncle Ray owned the old farmhouse where she’d lived since she’d come back to Dalhart. It was less than three miles from the bar and one of the perks of the job. Living alone, Catherine was used to her house being silent unless she made noise. She heard someone moving outside her bedroom door, and panic filled her sleep-fogged brain.
Memories of the night before flooded back. The man she’d brought home must be awake. She heard mumbling and a small crash, followed by loud swearing. She pulled the covers up to her chin and debated what to do. Did she want to leave the safety of her room? If she waited long enough, maybe he’d go away. Then she remembered his truck was still at the bar. He wasn’t going anywhere.
She pulled on jeans, running shoes, and a thermal shirt. After pushing the dresser just far enough to slip through, she turned the doorknob slowly so as not to make a sound and inched open the door. The hall was empty, but the sound of water running let her know someone was in the bathroom.
With her back pressed against the wall, she was careful to be quiet as she crept along the hallway. Leaning forward, she stuck her head around the corner of the door.
Quiet be damned. There, in the buff, was one of the nicest butts she'd ever had the privilege of ogling. Not that she'd seen many naked men’s butts, but she was sure this was prime real estate. Holy cow, where was her cell phone when she needed a camera?
The man stood at the sink with his head under the faucet, her quilt pooled at his feet. She should leave, she really should, but her feet were pasted to the floor, her heart beating so hard she was afraid he'd hear. Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch. Without thinking, she put her hand against the door, moving it just enough for the hinge to screech.
He straightened, and looking in the mirror, stared directly into her eyes.
She'd been caught, and she wanted to run, but the sight of his green eyes locked on her kept her motionless.
Without a word, he bent to retrieve the quilt. Wrapping it around his waist, he turned to face her, and her eyes focused on his six-pack abs. The slight movement of his mouth as he smiled drew her attention to his face. The scar running through his left eyebrow kept him from being a pretty boy. He was the whole package, candy to her sweet tooth. Then she remembered how she’d found him last night. Stepping back into the hallway, she put her hands on her hips and raised her chin. No matter how good-looking, he wasn’t the man for her. To Catherine, life was more than partying till she dropped.
BUY LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/sugarwater-ranch-by-stephanie-berget/
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Sugarwater-Ranch-Creek-Cowboys-ebook/dp/B00CJ1IOL0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382027220&sr=8-1&keywords=sugarwater+ranch
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/sugarwater-ranch-mf
All Romance E-books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sugarwaterranch-1173523-149.html
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sugarwater-ranch-stephanie-berget/1115340466?ean=2940044525351
A big Welcome to Stephanie for stopping by to share with us why she writes rodeo romances! I never thought I’d be a writer. I didn’t spend my childhood making up stories about my Barbies or my teenage years penning books about my perfect love. I was a reader, and books were one of my favorite gifts. I was also crazy about horses. Since I was born and raised in the middle of town to parents who had no use for them, getting a horse of my own was a fantasy.
A little thing like that didn’t stop me. I hounded them year after year, for birthdays and Christmas. Every time they’d ask what I wanted, I’d answer, “A horse.” They were all-mighty sick of hearing about my dream, but being my parents, they loved me anyway. They bought Breyer toy horses, cowgirl outfits and all the western books they could find in an effort to appease me.
When I was fifteen, I wore them down. My dad came home with an appaloosa--quarter horse cross, a two year old unbroken colt. To say that we learned together is an understatement. The fact that I didn’t have a clue how to train him didn’t make any difference. I had a horse, and my life was great.
Over the next thirty years, I learned from two of the best barrel horse trainers in the country, Larry and Kay Davis. I was fortunate enough to have some great horses that made me look good. I married a cowboy and had pretty much everything I’d ever dreamed about.
As I said, I’m a reader. I’m a romance reader, and I devour books like chocolate chip cookies. Well, I did until I started writing them. One day about six years ago, I read a romance about a barrel racer. As the heroine was preparing to go to the National Finals Rodeo, she fell in love with the hero, a man who knew nothing about rodeo.
The author also knew nothing about rodeo and hadn’t bothered to do her research. The romance part of her book was well written, and I’m sure to someone who hadn’t rodeoed it was fine, but to me, it wasn’t authentic. What I couldn’t get past was the way she portrayed the horse training, barrel racing and rodeo scenes. They couldn’t have been more unrealistic if she’d tried, and really, all she needed to do was ask. Most barrel racers love to talk about their sport and their horses.
So in my infinite wisdom, I thought, “How hard can it be to write a book?” I decided I’d just write one the way it should be done. And so I did. That first book was read by my mother, and only my mother--she loved it by the way. The thing was, with that book, I discovered how hard it is to write well.
I spent the next five years writing, taking classes, writing some more and learning from other writers until I finished Sugarwater Ranch. Sugarwater is about a bull rider and a waitress and all the problems they have trying to find true love. I said I was a reader. I’m a romance reader and that’s what I write, contemporary romance set in the world of rodeo. I love my Happily Ever Afters.
There’s an old cowboy saying, “Training a horse is like looking at a solid wooden fence. Good trainers see a knothole, look through and discover all they’ve got left to learn. Most people don’t even find the knothole.”
The saying applies to writing, too. Six years later, after countless classes, with five books written and one published, I think maybe I’ve found the knothole. Now to learn what’s on the other side.
BLURB:
Sean O’Connell’s life is perfect, or it was until his partying lifestyle affected his bull riding. Now he’s ended the season too broke to leave the Northwest for the warm southern rodeos. When a wild night with his buddies gets out of hand, he wakes up naked, staring into the angry eyes of a strange woman. His infallible O’Connell charm gets him nowhere with the dark-haired beauty. It’s obvious she’s not his usual good-time girl, so why can’t he forget her?
Bar-manager Catherine Silvera finds a waterlogged, unconscious cowboy freezing to death in front of the Sugarwater Bar. She saves his life--then runs faster than a jackrabbit with a coyote on its tail. Any man who makes his living rodeoing is bad news, especially if Sean thinks partying is part of the competition. He’s everything she doesn’t want in a man, so why can’t Catherine shake her attraction to the rugged cowboy?
EXCERPT:
Catherine changed into her pajamas, her arms and legs so heavy she wasn’t sure she could make it to the bed. Gator was curled into a ball on the bedside rug. She rubbed the dog’s ears then climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers. At last, she could sleep.
But as she lay in the dark, her mind wouldn’t quit whirling. Having a stranger in her house unsettled her. Even though she knew his name, she really didn’t know him. She hadn’t seen Sean since she was twelve.
Her feet hit the cold floorboards, and she padded across the room to her antique dresser. Pushing and shoving, again and again, she moved the heavy piece of furniture until it stood guard in front of her bedroom door. It wasn’t as good as a deadbolt lock, but better than nothing. This way he couldn’t sneak up on her while she slept. She doubted he was going to wake in the next twelve hours, but a girl couldn’t be too careful.
She’d lived by herself since she’d returned to Dalhart, so it never occurred to her to get a lock for her bedroom door. Tomorrow she’d call Uncle Ray and have him pick up a deadbolt at the hardware store. She’d be prepared for the next time, if there was a next time.
As the first pink rays of dawn lit the sky, Gator woke her from a deep sleep, whining and pawing at her bedding. On a normal night, he stayed outside and had the run of the yard. He was ready for his normal night.
With Sean in the house, Catherine had kept the dog in her room as added protection, but now he wanted out. She felt her way across the room, flipped the latch then slid the window open. Gator hopped through into the large backyard and began to explore his territory. After closing the window, she dropped back into bed. By the time her eyelids had closed, she was asleep again.
Uncle Ray owned the old farmhouse where she’d lived since she’d come back to Dalhart. It was less than three miles from the bar and one of the perks of the job. Living alone, Catherine was used to her house being silent unless she made noise. She heard someone moving outside her bedroom door, and panic filled her sleep-fogged brain.
Memories of the night before flooded back. The man she’d brought home must be awake. She heard mumbling and a small crash, followed by loud swearing. She pulled the covers up to her chin and debated what to do. Did she want to leave the safety of her room? If she waited long enough, maybe he’d go away. Then she remembered his truck was still at the bar. He wasn’t going anywhere.
She pulled on jeans, running shoes, and a thermal shirt. After pushing the dresser just far enough to slip through, she turned the doorknob slowly so as not to make a sound and inched open the door. The hall was empty, but the sound of water running let her know someone was in the bathroom.
With her back pressed against the wall, she was careful to be quiet as she crept along the hallway. Leaning forward, she stuck her head around the corner of the door.
Quiet be damned. There, in the buff, was one of the nicest butts she'd ever had the privilege of ogling. Not that she'd seen many naked men’s butts, but she was sure this was prime real estate. Holy cow, where was her cell phone when she needed a camera?
The man stood at the sink with his head under the faucet, her quilt pooled at his feet. She should leave, she really should, but her feet were pasted to the floor, her heart beating so hard she was afraid he'd hear. Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch. Without thinking, she put her hand against the door, moving it just enough for the hinge to screech.
He straightened, and looking in the mirror, stared directly into her eyes.
She'd been caught, and she wanted to run, but the sight of his green eyes locked on her kept her motionless.
Without a word, he bent to retrieve the quilt. Wrapping it around his waist, he turned to face her, and her eyes focused on his six-pack abs. The slight movement of his mouth as he smiled drew her attention to his face. The scar running through his left eyebrow kept him from being a pretty boy. He was the whole package, candy to her sweet tooth. Then she remembered how she’d found him last night. Stepping back into the hallway, she put her hands on her hips and raised her chin. No matter how good-looking, he wasn’t the man for her. To Catherine, life was more than partying till she dropped.
BUY LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/sugarwater-ranch-by-stephanie-berget/
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Sugarwater-Ranch-Creek-Cowboys-ebook/dp/B00CJ1IOL0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382027220&sr=8-1&keywords=sugarwater+ranch
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/sugarwater-ranch-mf
All Romance E-books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sugarwaterranch-1173523-149.html
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sugarwater-ranch-stephanie-berget/1115340466?ean=2940044525351
October 15, 2013
The Winner is ...
Congratulations to Pam L. for winning the $25 Amazon Gift e-card! Pam was randomly drawn from all the entries listed on the Rafflecopter. Pam please send me a message back to confirm your address and we'll get started on getting your e-card to you!! Congrats again!!
Thank you also to everyone that stopped in, left a comment or entered the giveaway during Evernight's Birthday Bash. I hope everyone had fun and won something!! ;-)
Thank you also to everyone that stopped in, left a comment or entered the giveaway during Evernight's Birthday Bash. I hope everyone had fun and won something!! ;-)
October 14, 2013
New Release by Rebecca Brochu - Pick Me Up
Welcome and Congratulations to Rebecca Brochu on her new release Pick Me Up! 
BLURB:
Bryce Huttner wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a backroom fling when he agreed to go out with Jamie and Maddy, two of his closest friends, to the local club. But, when he encountered a charming stranger on the dance floor, the man was almost enough to make him change his mind. That was until the encounter was cut depressingly short.
When they eventually met again, Bryce was surprised to see that Felix’s interest in him had not wavered at all. Felix seemed determined to win him over and had a never ending supply of horrible pick-up lines at his disposal.
Bryce quickly found himself torn between holding strong and giving into the desire to let Felix pick him up for real.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
“If I kissed you, would you punch me?” Felix asked. He looked down at Bryce where they stood outside his front door.
The porch light Bryce had turned on before he left shined down on them.
Bryce laughed, low and breathy, and watched the way Felix’s eyes went dark. Felix’s hand on his shoulder tightened before loosening.
“Maybe,” Bryce said. He wasn’t serious, but was somehow unable to keep from teasing Felix. Low heat curled in his stomach, anticipation running high through his veins.
“Cold and cruel. Not sure if I want to risk it when I know how vicious you can be,” Felix said. He swooped down and did it anyway.
Felix’s mouth was soft against Bryce’s, his lips thin but soft. When Bryce opened his mouth for the welcomed thrust of Felix’s tongue, he tasted faint traces of chocolate and coffee. The kiss went hot, but stayed sweet with Felix in control, his mouth a hair shy of too gentle as he tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair. Felix tilted his head and changed the angle of the kiss, made it deeper, hotter, a shade or two rougher, and Bryce groaned into it.
Bryce finally pulled back far enough to look up into Felix’s eyes. He stared at him, searched his gaze for a moment, and then had to admit he’d already made his decision. He’d made it as soon as Felix asked him out.
“Come inside with me?” he asked softly.
Felix’s eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. “You sure, Bryce? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, I don’t want casual sex with you. If we do this, then I want us to do it right.” Felix’s face was serious, gaze sharp and attention focused.
That same warmth curl worked its way through Bryce’s chest, all because Felix wanted what he wanted. It was glorious.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. We want the same thing, and we’ve known each other for months now. I’m tired of not admitting what I want, tired of not having you when it’s all I think about,” Bryce said, his voice low and steady, his gaze direct. He wasn’t ashamed of what he wanted, not now, not ever.
“So, I guess it’s safe to say those lines actually did work.” Felix grinned down at him, expression delighted, but filled with heat.
“Shut up,” Bryce said. The words came out as more of a huff before he reached up and pulled Felix back down into another heated kiss.
Felix ended the kiss then, pulled back and nudged Bryce forward to unlock his door. While Bryce was busy, Felix slid up behind him and dropped nipping kisses on the side of his neck. Bryce shivered and fumbled with his key as Felix chuckled, low and warm, behind him until he finally managed to get the door open.
He gestured for Felix to wait on the porch for a second as he slipped inside. He petted Snarl, reminded himself to introduce the two of them later, and then let the dog out into the fenced in yard. Felix waited for him underneath the light of the front porch. When Bryce got back, he noticed the way Felix looked, hair disheveled and mouth slightly swollen. Bryce couldn’t pull him forward into the house and another kiss fast enough.
They were noticeably wilder then. Their hands roamed over each other as Felix closed the door with his foot, and crowded Bryce against the nearest wall. Felix tugged at Bryce’s shirt until it slipped out of his waistband, and wasted no time in getting his hands on Bryce’s skin. He traced his way across Bryce’s stomach and up his chest. Felix raked Bryce’s nipples with his nails. Bryce gasped and bucked his hips up as he broke the kiss. His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he panted up at Felix.
“Bedroom.” Bryce practically rasped the word out. He groaned low and deep in his throat when Felix’s mouthed at his neck, his tongue skating along his skin before he nipped him sharply.
Bryce pulled Felix’s shirt completely off then tugged at the fly of his pants as they stumbled towards his bedroom. Felix’s hands were just as busy, and by the time they managed to get to Bryce’s room, their shoes and socks were abandoned somewhere behind them. They stood at the end of his bed, panting, and stared at each other for a moment, and then Felix moved. He pushed Bryce, who fell back against the mattress, legs splayed and pants riding low on his hips.
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BLURB:Bryce Huttner wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a backroom fling when he agreed to go out with Jamie and Maddy, two of his closest friends, to the local club. But, when he encountered a charming stranger on the dance floor, the man was almost enough to make him change his mind. That was until the encounter was cut depressingly short.
When they eventually met again, Bryce was surprised to see that Felix’s interest in him had not wavered at all. Felix seemed determined to win him over and had a never ending supply of horrible pick-up lines at his disposal.
Bryce quickly found himself torn between holding strong and giving into the desire to let Felix pick him up for real.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
“If I kissed you, would you punch me?” Felix asked. He looked down at Bryce where they stood outside his front door.
The porch light Bryce had turned on before he left shined down on them.
Bryce laughed, low and breathy, and watched the way Felix’s eyes went dark. Felix’s hand on his shoulder tightened before loosening.
“Maybe,” Bryce said. He wasn’t serious, but was somehow unable to keep from teasing Felix. Low heat curled in his stomach, anticipation running high through his veins.
“Cold and cruel. Not sure if I want to risk it when I know how vicious you can be,” Felix said. He swooped down and did it anyway.
Felix’s mouth was soft against Bryce’s, his lips thin but soft. When Bryce opened his mouth for the welcomed thrust of Felix’s tongue, he tasted faint traces of chocolate and coffee. The kiss went hot, but stayed sweet with Felix in control, his mouth a hair shy of too gentle as he tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair. Felix tilted his head and changed the angle of the kiss, made it deeper, hotter, a shade or two rougher, and Bryce groaned into it.
Bryce finally pulled back far enough to look up into Felix’s eyes. He stared at him, searched his gaze for a moment, and then had to admit he’d already made his decision. He’d made it as soon as Felix asked him out.
“Come inside with me?” he asked softly.
Felix’s eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. “You sure, Bryce? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, I don’t want casual sex with you. If we do this, then I want us to do it right.” Felix’s face was serious, gaze sharp and attention focused.
That same warmth curl worked its way through Bryce’s chest, all because Felix wanted what he wanted. It was glorious.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. We want the same thing, and we’ve known each other for months now. I’m tired of not admitting what I want, tired of not having you when it’s all I think about,” Bryce said, his voice low and steady, his gaze direct. He wasn’t ashamed of what he wanted, not now, not ever.
“So, I guess it’s safe to say those lines actually did work.” Felix grinned down at him, expression delighted, but filled with heat.
“Shut up,” Bryce said. The words came out as more of a huff before he reached up and pulled Felix back down into another heated kiss.
Felix ended the kiss then, pulled back and nudged Bryce forward to unlock his door. While Bryce was busy, Felix slid up behind him and dropped nipping kisses on the side of his neck. Bryce shivered and fumbled with his key as Felix chuckled, low and warm, behind him until he finally managed to get the door open.
He gestured for Felix to wait on the porch for a second as he slipped inside. He petted Snarl, reminded himself to introduce the two of them later, and then let the dog out into the fenced in yard. Felix waited for him underneath the light of the front porch. When Bryce got back, he noticed the way Felix looked, hair disheveled and mouth slightly swollen. Bryce couldn’t pull him forward into the house and another kiss fast enough.
They were noticeably wilder then. Their hands roamed over each other as Felix closed the door with his foot, and crowded Bryce against the nearest wall. Felix tugged at Bryce’s shirt until it slipped out of his waistband, and wasted no time in getting his hands on Bryce’s skin. He traced his way across Bryce’s stomach and up his chest. Felix raked Bryce’s nipples with his nails. Bryce gasped and bucked his hips up as he broke the kiss. His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he panted up at Felix.
“Bedroom.” Bryce practically rasped the word out. He groaned low and deep in his throat when Felix’s mouthed at his neck, his tongue skating along his skin before he nipped him sharply.
Bryce pulled Felix’s shirt completely off then tugged at the fly of his pants as they stumbled towards his bedroom. Felix’s hands were just as busy, and by the time they managed to get to Bryce’s room, their shoes and socks were abandoned somewhere behind them. They stood at the end of his bed, panting, and stared at each other for a moment, and then Felix moved. He pushed Bryce, who fell back against the mattress, legs splayed and pants riding low on his hips.
Want more? You can get her book at Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pick-me-up-by-rebecca-brochu/
You can also find Rebecca at:
Evernight Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/
Blog: http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu
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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159900.Rebecca_Brochu
