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Night Blade…Pre-Order

So it’s up for pre-order on iBooks and Amazon, so hopefully that means the other etailers will be following soon.

iBookstore | Amazon

I’ve had a lot of people asking me for ARCs of this.  Just a heads-up, guys… I generally do not handle sending out ARCs.  On occasion, I’ll do a contest or reach out to a new set of bloggers, but generally, I don’t handle it…I’ve already had…um, well, so many requests I’ve lost count.  The book will go up on Netgalley, but not until January, more than likely. It’s not due out until March and I don’t want reviews posted any earlier than mid-February.

However, I can post a snippet now.

“Why haven’t you called him? He’s worried. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Yes, I heard you,” I said, turning away from him and searching the living room. Colleen had been in here when I got home, so…ah-ha. There was my vest. I grabbed it and found my phone in the front pocket. “Dead battery.”

I plugged it in and then went over to my landline. It was an old-fashioned thing, but I sort of liked old-fashioned things. They didn’t fail you when hurricanes came blasting or when you forgot to charge your phone. Old-fashioned was good. Reliable.

Numerous calls had gone to voicemail. I hit the button as listened to the first few. I felt the smile spreading across my face and kept my head tucked so the pain-in-the-ass kid wouldn’t see it while I listened to Damon’s voice.

By the fifth message, though, my man was getting a little cranky.

“Call me, damn it,” he snarled.

“Good grief.” I grabbed the phone and punched in his number, waited.

I didn’t wait more than three seconds.

“Where in the hell have you been?”

“Sleeping.” I flexed my hand again and studied it. It wasn’t sore. That was good. The headache was fading, too.

“You couldn’t answer the damn phone?”

Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I did something sort of stupid and Colleen had to give me a healing tonic. I didn’t hear the phone.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

Finally, in a low, flat voice, Damon said, “What did you do?”

“I hit that wolf bitch Megan in the face and broke my hand. The bones were knitting together by the time I got here and I need my hands. Colleen had to rebreak the bones.”

I heard something thud. I think he might have been hitting his head on something.

“Are you banging your head on the wall?”

“No. My fist. Why did you hit Megan?”

I picked up a pen and absently started to sketch on the notepad I kept by the phone. “You ever met any of the wolves that live around Gatlinburg?”

“No. I recall telling you they were fucked up. I’d rather not meet the sick bastards…unless I need to kill them.”

“They are sick, but no. You don’t need to kill them,” I said quietly. “Remember my friend, TJ?”

Saturday Snippets…author’s choice…

Beautiful Scars, due out in January… contemporary romance, ebook only for now.

He took longer than fifteen minutes.

It took that long just to get his head on straight.

Of course, when he walked into his room and saw her standing at the floor to ceiling windows, staring out over the lake, wearing one of his shirts, he had to stop and catch his breath.

“What is about a woman wearing a guy’s shirt?”

She startled and turned around, stared at him. She looked puzzled and then glanced down, stared at the black dress shirt, shrugged. “Sorry. I wasn’t exactly planning on spending the night and I figured you didn’t keep pajamas on hand for guests.” She bit her lip, tugging at the collar. “I can use a T-shirt or something.”

He shook his head, staring at her. “I think I might have the shirt bronzed or something. I’ll never be able to wear it without thinking about you looked in it.”

“Whatever,” she snorted, rolling her eyes before turning back to stare out over the lake. “You must like the water. I never realized you were that into the lake.”

“I’m not.” He came up behind her, stroked a hand down her spine, watched as she shivered. So fucking responsive…it was almost painfully erotic, just to watch how she reacted when he touched her. “I just like the privacy. I told the realtor to find me a quiet place, someplace well outside the city and this was one she showed me. When I saw the house…well, it was just mine.”

“Hmmm.”

Resting one hand on the base of her spine, he stroked, easing the shirt up. In the glass, he could see just the faintest outline of her face, watched as her lashes dipped. Mine…he thought. It was a rather dizzying surprise to look at her and realize he felt a strong, stunning possessiveness.

This was weird. Deeper than anything he’d felt. Different. He wanted to spend a hell of lot more time with Chaili than just one night.

Something he’d think about in the morning.

One of many things he needed to process.

Something he’d have to take his time on and think through, because Marc was damn good at screwing things up when he didn’t think them through.

“Come to bed,” he whispered against her ear.

“Aren’t you going to shower?”

Groaning, he dropped his head against her shoulder. “Damn. I knew I was forgetting something.”

Chaili chuckled, turning around and pressing her lips to his neck. “Well, the shower was your idea. I’m just fine with going to bed now.” She paused and then took a deep breath. “Marc…you smell like me. I kind of like it.”

He wrapped his arm around her, hauling her against him. “You’ve got my shirt on…” He buried his face against her neck and breathed in the faint scent of his own soap on her skin. “And I can smell my soap on you. It’s never been that fucking sexy on me. I swear, I could eat you alive.”

Other authors on the snippet tour…

Rhian Cahill

Leah Braemel

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Taige Crenshaw

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Shelli Stevens

Jody Wallace

Flashback Friday… Whipped Cream and Handcuffs

This book was totally inspired by a magnet…really.

Excerpt…

There was another letter, sitting there on her desk. She felt her heart skip a beat as heat pooled low in her belly. Glancing around, she made sure nobody else had seen it. More instinctive than anything, since she was usually one of the first ones in the office.

Slowly, her hands shaking, she reached out. A poem this time?Another short story that would have her quivering and ready to beg for climax?

Nope.

Not this time.

This time it just read, Soon.

Holy shit, he had meant it.

Whoever it was that called her late at night—whoever it was that left these dirty little stories, or romantic poems—was going to finally come out and meet her. Face to face.

The first letter had come nearly four months earlier, on Valentine’s Day, with a basket that held some interesting little items. A pair of cloth restraints— like handcuffs—but made of soft material that wouldn’t cause pain. A feather. A bottle of massage oil.

A can of whipped cream.

And a magnet.

The magnet had read

You.

Me.

Handcuffs.

Whipped Cream.

Any questions?

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Helping out…holiday edition

So, my friend Jess Haines is doing a thing with her church…they are trying to help spread some holiday cheer around to some kids who wouldn’t be getting much, if any, Christmas without some help.

I know times are tight for a lot of people but if you have the ability to help at all, I’m sure these kids would much appreciate it.

Her message:

I’d like to ask for your help. A few kids from the neighborhoods around my church who come from very poor families will be donated a Christmas dinner, toys, given games to play and other activities to do for the day, spend time with Santa, and meet a participating celebrity or two. This year, we are expecting between 200 and 400 children, so you can imagine the amount of stuff needed to make sure they all get a little holiday cheer.

Here’s what you can do — what I’m asking for are donations of NEW:

clothing
books (preferrably middle grade / young adult – any books donated should be appropriate for children and teens)
toiletries
makeup
gift cards (preferably to Target and Walmart)

While we can accept toys and such for younger kids, I’ve been asked for special concentration on things for teenagers. There should be about 20 to 40 teens attending. Please bear in mind that these kids wouldn’t get gifts for Christmas or any kind of special way to celebrate the holiday if we weren’t providing for them. We do want to make this special but also give them something they can come away with that they can use, will make their lives easier, etc. Most of these kids don’t have iPods or computers or even TVs and DVD players, so please bear that in mind regarding any any kind of electronics, media, or gift cards you’re thinking of sending.

If you’re willing to help, please send your donations to my address by no later than December 2nd, and I will make sure everything gets delivered, wrapped, etc. We’re holding the actual event on December 15th. I can’t post pictures due to the nature of this program, but your contributions do have an impact the lives of these kids.

Jess Haines
RE: Christmas Donos
249 N. Brand Blvd. #587
Glendale, CA  91203

 

WRECKED…snippet

Finished up my first round of edits on WRECKED… here’s a snippet.

His hands were shaking.

Once more, she’d done this to him.

Damn it, this was out of hand.

He’d dropped one of the eggs on the counter. He’d almost cut his finger off with the damned butcher knife and his hands were shaking as he went to flip the bacon.

Upstairs he could hear the pulse of the water and if he closed his eyes, he could just picture her standing under the spray. Water gliding over all those lush pale curves, her deep red hair hanging in wet ropes along her spine.

It wasn’t a new fantasy. He didn’t have new fantasies about Abby. He’d dreamed everything imaginable about her, but somehow, seeing her in that ridiculously thin, skimpy little top that she’d slept in and a pair of pale pink panties, it hit him square in the gut.

No. Actually it was lower and all he wanted to do was close the distance between them and go to his knees. Beg her to see what was right in front of her . . . who was right in front of her…

Want to know more?  Here ya go.

STOLEN…

So far, STOLEN seems to be doing okay. I’m hearing… ‘that scared me to death’ and ‘Great, now I’m REALLY paranoid…’ *G*

Happy to be of service!

Here’s a snippet from the book. Just a reminder, this isn’t connected to any series. It’s completely stand-alone.

“If you’d called, I would have been there.”

Shay swallowed. “I know you would have. But we’re not together anymore, right?”

“Does that mean you can’t need a friend with you?” He touched her shoulder.

That light touch sent her heart skittering around in her chest, a mad little dance that made her breathless. Breathing was already difficult. Being near him made it so much worse.

“We’re not friends, though, are we, Elliot?” she said quietly.

“So not dating means we can’t be friends?”

“You didn’t want to be friends.” She hugged herself tightly and closed her eyes so he wouldn’t see the truth in them. She couldn’t handle being friends with him anyway. It would hurt too much. “You just wanted us to be over, remember? You said we were done. So we’re done. Besides, I managed okay.”

“Always gotta be so tough, huh, Shay?”

No. Miserable, she gave him her back and circled around the back edge of the store. She wasn’t tough at all. She was miserable and lonely and she wished like hell she could be what he needed, give him what he wanted. She just didn’t know how.

At the back of the store, she headed for the fantasy section, bypassing the romance. Once upon a time, it had been her first stop in the store.

“A couple of your favorite writers had books out last week. Don’t you want those?”

“I’m not much into romance these days.” Depressing as hell, reading about a happily-ever-after when it was painfully clear she wasn’t very likely to find one. She’d have to settle for a humdrum-ever-after. Besides, as grim and moody as she was these days, she found herself connecting to action or gore or violence better.

Stopping in front of the shelves featuring the newest releases, she studied them, all too aware of Elliot standing at her back. “You’ve probably got business to do, paperwork and all that crap. You can go back to it.”

“Thanks for your permission,” he murmured.

A warm hand settled low on her back. As he bent his head, Shay shivered at the feel of him. Damn it. Coming in here had been a BFM. Big fucking mistake. She should have just waited in the car…

“I miss you.”

Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Don’t.”

His lips brushed across the side of her brow. “Don’t what? Tell you that I miss you? Miss us?”

“Us?” She laughed hollowly as she turned to face him. “There is no us, remember? You said that. There’s me…and there’s you…and sometimes we’re together, but there’s no us.”

His gaze held hers. “I never wanted it to be that way. And maybe there was more of an us than I realized. Seeing you…” He paused, took a deep breath. “Seeing you just drives that home.”

Those intense, hypnotic eyes held hers. Her heart kicked up a few beats, stealing her breath away. As he started to dip his head, Shay stood there, frozen. Shit. What now…

His mouth, so warm, brushed against hers. She gasped and then almost wished she hadn’t as he used that opportunity to tease the inside of her lips with his tongue, moving deeper and deeper. His hands came around her waist, tugging her closer.

This is a bad idea…

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Saturday Snippets

This week’s theme!  My Baby’s Got A Secret…hmmm.  Well, you’ll have to figure out what the secret is once you read the book. Sorry, folks. No other info on this just yet.  It’s erotic romance, contemporary, but that’s all I got for you.

Coming in early winter from Samhain-ebook only.

She turned away and went to get her wrap and purse. Although she doubted she’d need it, she’d rather have it than not. Before she could pick it up, though, Marc was there and the fragile silk looked even more delicate in his hands. She swallowed and tore her gaze away from those long-fingered, agile hands. She’d always loved those hands…

Stop it, she told herself. He moved behind her and she closed her eyes, counted to ten.

As he draped the wrap over her shoulders, she reminded herself she could handle this. That she’d wanted to handle this. It wasn’t a date even, right? It was just a night. One night with Marc and then it was done. The one thing she’d always wanted…she could pretend for a night that he was hers.

“Chaili…”

Flash Back Fridays

So this is a new thing I’m going to try.  Question is… Will I stick with it.  I’ve got…um, more than 60 titles out.  I think I’m going to start posting excerpts from them so those who are new to my books can get a better feel for them.

First one up!  FIRST EVER PUBLISHED BOOK!

Her Best Friend’s Lover

FYI, this is one of my EC titles…some people aren’t big on erotic romance and while this one is a little tame compared to some, it’s definitely erotic.

It’s contemporary romance.

Dale loves women, and they love him. His love life is a revolving door. No one special, no one stays, except Lauren, his best friend. She’s a sweet, beautiful, talented woman. His rock, the steadying influence in his life. So why is he starting to see her differently? Where are these lustful thoughts coming from? Guys don’t sleep with their best friends.

Lauren has loved Dale for five years, from the moment she saw him. She loves his smile, his walk, his deep, sexy voice. But he isn’t in love with her. She’s his pal, his confidant. Until one hot, steamy night…

Excerpt

She had a little apology speech already prepared and was fully ready to eat crow, if necessary. But she would do it her way.

Her first knock brought nothing but silence from the house. Starting to deflate, she knocked again. What if he wasn’t home? And after she went to all the trouble to prepare herself for this, a humiliating experience to be sure. But then she heard crashing from within the house and muted cursing. When the door opened, the stench of whiskey washed over her and she stood there, staring in bemusement at one very drunk man.

His tousled golden hair fell in a tumble over his forehead, and a sexy little scowl darkened his face. His shirt was hanging loose and unbuttoned over a lean tanned belly. A light scattering of golden hair trailed down to disappear in the vee of his unsnapped jeans.

Oh, hell. Can’t I just have one taste? she thought frantically, much like a child denied an ice cream cone.

Lauren hesitated a moment, unsure of her ability to speak. She was afraid that if she tried, all she would utter was incoherent babbling. Her heart danced wildly around in her chest, and unconsciously her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

Oh, please. Just one bite?

 Read more about the book!

More winners…

Another batch of winners…

The winner of the Tobermory Cat:

Jean Paquin

The winner of HelenKay Dimon’s book…

Wendy

Who posted the following…

“Made him feel less like a vampire or lab subject and more like an ordinary guy.”

Phantom Shadows by Dianne Duvall

Folks, I need you to email me at shilohwalker2011 at gmail.com. Jean, I’ll need your mailing addy and Wendy, if you can, please let me know what format you prefer when you email me.

Thanks folks!

Support our soldiers… for the upcoming holidays

Got this list from my friend, Kelley. Cards are great, but we’re kind of looking for care packages for the holidays.  We want these folks to have goodies at Christmas, right?

A few things first… if you’ve never done a care package or have any questions at all, please contact my friend at kelleygranzow at yahoo.com.

Let her know what you need/curious about.  I can’t help you.  At all.  Her email is above and she can answer your Qs.

All of these names were given directly to her and recently, so they should still all be at the following addresses.

Please do not post to facebook.  Please, if you’re looking to write anybody, keep in mind, the cards need to be for support and friendship.  I point this out because a few people somehow thought it was…um, for more.  And sent some rather inappropriate letters.  Many of these folks are married, so please…just support and encouragement.

Okay!  The list!

MA3 Torres, Kevin

VFA-41 Unit 60123

FPO AP 96601-6111

~*~

Cpl Balyeat Matthew

UNIT 30450

APO AE 09302

~*~

SgtMaj Murphy, Stephanie K

CLB-2, CLR-2, 2DMLG

Unit 73960

FPO AE, 09510-3960

~*~

LCPL Beckman, Carl, K

Combat Cargo

USS Peleliu LHA-5

FPO AP 96624-1620

~*~

GySgt JoAnna H. Mendoza

R4OG, I MEF

Unit 42190

FPO AP 96427-2190

~*~

Sgt Maria Briseno

I MEF R4OG

UNIT 42190

FPO AP 96427

~*~

LCpl Geraldine Lantigua

CLB 24 DET A USS IWO JIMA

UNIT 73861

FPO AE 09502-3861

~*~

SgtMaj Kenneth Rocquemore, USMC

I MHG (FWD)

UIC 42511

FPO, AP, 96427-2511

~*~

SgtMaj Rodolfo Arrieta, USMC

MWHS 3, HQ (Command Element)

UIC 41007

FPO, AP 96427-1007

~*~

MSgt Robert L. Warmbir, USMC

MWHS 3, HQ

UIC 41007

FPO, AP 96427-1007

~*~

HMCS William J Hayden, USN

MWHS 3, HQ

UIC 41007

FPO, AP 96427-1007

~*~

GYSgt Joshua Wruble

3dBn 8th Mar, HQSCV Co

UNIT # 73275

FOB Geronimo

FPO AE 09510-3275

~*~

Sgt Maj L.G. Watson

2D ANGLICO HQ Platoon

Unit 76655

FPO AE 09510-6655

~*~

1stSgt Sean Greenleaf

R4 Operation Group

UIC 42190

FPO, AP 96427-2190

~*~

GySgt Chiquita W. Jackson

9TH COMM BN H&S CO

UNIT# 42565

FPO AP 96427-2565

~*~

MSG Timothy A. Larrison

303D MP CO

FOB Walton

APO AE 09367

~*~

LCpl Geraldine Lantigua

CLB 24 DET A USS IWO JIMA

UNIT 73861

FPO AE 09502-3861

~*~

SSgt Celina J. Arellano

I MEF FWD C-1

Unit 42511

FPO AP 96427-2511

~*~

SSgt Elda J. Castrellon

1st Maint Bn Supply Co / Storage

Unit 42300

FPO AP 96427-2300

~*~

SSG Scott M. Underwood

303 MP CO CS

FOB Walton

APO AE 09367

~*~

SSgt Preston Judd

ATTN R4 MALS 16 DET A

UNIT 41062

FPO AP 96427-1062

~*~

Cpl Jessica L. Gipson

MALS 16 DET A SUPPLY CMD

UNIT 41062

FPO AP 96427-1062

~*~

Dan Grzech

PRG

6-1-2

APO AE 09354

~*~

Hector Hernandez

Dyn Corp Force Protection

Camp Bondsteel

APO,AE 09340

~*~

Aragon Ambrosio

FOB Airborne

AF/COB Garda

1PLT B Btry 4/319

AFAR 173 AB

APO,AE 09364

~*~

Courtney Daisley

376th HRC

APO,AE 09355

~*~

Jeremy Lachut

510th Clearance CO

FOB Farah

APO,AE 09382

~*~

Benjamin Baeza

O-BTRY 3/12 Unit 36110

FPO AP 96602

Again, if you have Qs or anything, please contact Kelley.kelleygranzow@yahoo.com