I’m delighted to host talented author Sandra K. Marshall here today. She’s introducing you to the Riverboat Mysteries Trilogy, and she’s hosting an AWESOME contest. More on that later.
For now, here’s Sandra!!!
Thank you for having me at your blog today, Tina. I appreciate the support you give to fellow authors.
Bio: Sandra has always been the adventurous type, and as a child she wanted to be a spy. That is until she read some books about real spies. The idea of having my eyelids removed, lashes plucked and finger and toenails being pulled from my hands and feet nixed that idea. lol
To satisfy her adventurous spirit, she went to work for a major airline, so she could travel. She spent thirty-six years working for the now defunct airline, and did extensive travel during that period. It was a lovely time in her life working for a wonderful company. She started writing, and in 1999 she retired to write full time and worked seriously toward publication.
Now, she is published with Eirelander Publishing, and she’s on a different type of journey. It’s a fun ride. She believes in living life and not letting anyone deter you from doing it.
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Several years ago the Riverboat casinos moved into our area. When I wrote The Catalyst, the first of the Riverboat Mysteries trilogy, there was a bitter fight going on whether to allow riverboat gambling into our area. At that time, I believed it should be left up to the individual if they wanted to gamble, and I voted to allow them in. I have always been a staunch supporter for people to have the choice to choose, and that hasn’t changed.
The Catalyst blurb:
Dark revelations and secret love lead to personal resurrection.
Carolyn Madison didn’t kill her husband but didn’t mourn him either. The rapist deserved to die, or at least she thought so. Beneath a myriad of family secrets, Carolyn drags the skeletons out of the closet and in the arms of her true love, learns to love again.
Walt Tollhouse has pined for Carolyn since she was a shy seventeen-year-old. Little did he know Robert Dubois would steal her away, and then destroy the beautiful spirit he still loved? Beneath the guise of clean-up man, the martial arts instructor never pushes his battered love but gives her silent support she deserves.
He’s here. A spurt of anger slashed through her brain, the headache of a moment ago now screaming. She sped toward the entry where Robert stood, noting several ladies waved at him. Why would anyone be interested in a thieving, no-good drunk? Even though appearance wasn’t everything, his excessive drinking had put lines on his face and added pounds to his belly. She wove her way around people while fury surged into her chest like acid at the memories of his deeds.
She saw that he’d spied her and he turned away. He’d run, of course. Usually, since their divorce, she avoided him, so he had to know she was onto him. She pushed through the exit. He wouldn’t get away. She would let him know she’d learned of his devious plan in time to foil him.
“Darn it.” She tottered on stilettos and grabbed the rail just in time to prevent a tumble onto the bridge of wooden planks between the boat and land. Panic seized her, and she wondered if she was doing the right thing by confronting Robert; he had a history of violence.
Yes, the time had come for her to beat down her fears. She glanced ahead at the tree-lined and dimly lit parking lot. The shadows scared her, but she still followed him and reached his assigned spot before he could pull away.
She banged on the window. “Robert. Stop! I want to talk to you now. Be a man for once.” A man? Not likely. He was a rat; a big fat rodent, who sniffed and hunted for his next female victim. The motor revved and tires squealed. She jumped back when the black BMW’s back fender grazed her hip.
“You’re despicable, Robert!” She banged her hand down on the fender of the car next to her.
The second book in The Riverboat Mysteries, Addiction, came about because Jolene Dubois had so much unhappiness in her life I believed she deserved to find her happy ever after.
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Two men are after the same woman but for very different reasons.
Dark-haired beauty, Jolene Dubois has a serious problem, and it’s not just battling alcoholism. Late at night, she receives whispered calls. “Jolene, I want you. I’m coming for you.” Shivers climb up her spine and ice flows in her veins. What does he want? Who is it? She must figure it out before she trusts the wrong person.
Jake Farrell, the handsome rogue is an operator with women, but is he hiding something dark and sinister under his cheery facade. The detective, Andy Martin, who investigated her father’s murder, continues to ask her out. Les Voodré, an alcoholic she met at AA follows her everywhere, and Ron Keisler, her AA sponsor is always there when she needs him. Could her caller be one of these men?
To further complicate her life, she fights a host of addictions, alcoholism, smoking, gambling and sex. Jolene is determined to beat the alcohol and to stay out of the clutches of the fiend who phones her.
Jake pulled into Parma Woods Conservation area off FF Highway across the road from the Missouri river. “I’m glad the weather cleared for our target practice.”
“Yeah, it’s a nice sunny afternoon.” Jolene jumped out of his dark blue SUV. Twenty minutes in the vicinity of Jake had put her through pure torture. She wished she could’ve thought of a way out of the demonstration with a reasonable excuse but none came to her during the day. How did she get herself into these situations? Because the man drew her to him like bees drawn to nectar with his laughing eyes, his daring manner, and that body.
Glad she kept some extra clothes in the office, she’d changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved green t-shirt before meeting Jake. Leaning inside, she pulled her Smith and Wesson out of her purse, and pushed the lock on the door before she closed it.
“Let’s go inside and pay for our hour.” Jake headed for the office.
Well, so much for courtesy. He just walked off and left her. She surveyed the row of covered booths briefly, and hurried after him.
Coming out the door as she reached it, he asked, “What took you so long? I thought you’d run off.”
“I was looking around.” Damn, she would like to slap that impudent grin off his face. “There’s no way I’d miss showing you up.”
“Hmm, we’ll see, won’t we?” Jake arched a black brow with a lopsided smile.
She shrugged. “Yes, we will.” If he kept his distance and didn’t upset her hormones, she’d hit the target.
“I’ve set up a target for you.” He pointed. “I’m going to try you at different distances, and we’ll see if you can really shoot.”
Jolene squinted a bit and saw a human shape of white on black. “I’m not used to this type of target. Where am I supposed to aim?”
“Aim at the heart for the kill.” He placed his hand at her waist, steered her closer to the object and stopped about thirty yards away. “Is this close enough for you?”
“Fine.” Just get away from me, she screamed mentally and shook off his arm.
Jake stepped back.
Jolene raised her gun, clasped in both hands and sighted, then pulled the trigger. Smiling, she set her sights on the heart again and fired until she emptied the clip, released it then put another in.
“Wait a minute, let me go check to see if you hit it.” He jogged toward the target.
Scowling, she resisted the urge to see if she could make him dance. With the gun to her side, she yelled, “Well, how did I do?”
As she watched him shake his head, dismay clawed at her. Could she have missed? Fool! She’d been so sure she could repeat the ten in ten bulls-eyes. Jake would think she was just a big bragger.
“Come and see for yourself,” Jake yelled.
You would think he would just tell me if I missed or not. Jolene walked briskly from the covered shooting range and strode up to him. “Well, did I hit the target?” She’d never live it down if she missed.
Jake glanced at her. “Hey, where’s the confidence you had earlier today?” Taking her arm, he pulled her forward and pointed at the silhouette’s heart area. “This guy’s dead. There are ten shots right here.” He directed his gaze to where the testicles would be on a man. “I only see one miss.”
She looked down at the crotch and laughed. “Oh, I didn’t miss. I meant to hit there.”
“Remind me not to piss you off.”
She heard a discharge, then a whishing sound as a projectile whizzed between them. It sliced through the target removing any evidence of the head. Shocked, she crouched down, staring all around, and then Jake shoved her to the ground and dropped on top of her.
Someone had shot at them. Was it Rutherford’s friends? Trembling, she laid still until slowly realizing her face was in the dirt, and she couldn’t breathe. Panting, she turned her head gulping in air. All quiet. She wiggled. How long did they have to lay here? It had to be safe by now.
In the distance, she heard a motor roar to life, and tires spin on gravel as the vehicle took off. Could it be the person who shot at them making a getaway?
“Don’t you think they’re gone?” She humped her bottom up. Not a good idea, she realized when she felt something hard in the front of his pants. She flattened her body to the ground. “Did you have to jump on top of me?” She struggled against the hand Jake pressed on her head.
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to hear if anyone moves, so I’ll know where the shot came from.”
Spitting out dirt, she just wanted to make a run for it. Bushes rustled on the bluff and a deer leaped from them.
Jake waited a moment then removed his palm from her lips.
She listened for more gunshots. Would someone pepper them with bullets? Her heart pumped frantically, and she wanted to run, not lie there like a willing target caught right in a potential killer’s crosshairs. When nothing happened she squirmed under him. “Get off of me.”
He hugged her body a minute longer before he slid to lie at her side. His hand stayed firmly on her back and held her in place.
After a few seconds, she asked, “Don’t you think it’s okay to get up now?”
“He was on the bluff across the road.” He stared at the high steep bank across the road. “I don’t see anyone there, but let’s go in a zigzag to the nearest cover. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yeah.” Anything would be better than waiting for something to happen.
Adrenaline pumping, with the gun in her left hand she put her right one in front of her chest ready to push up. Would someone shoot them before they had a chance to run? Her stomach knotted into a thousand little nerves. At the same time Jake grabbed her around the waist and jerked her up. Her feet hit the ground running with Jake’s arm guiding her.
As they neared the Conservation office building, Jake pushed her next to the wall and peered around the corner. “I think it was a warning, or otherwise we would both be dead.”
“Warning of what?”
“I wish I knew.”
Jolene struggled loose of his grasp and peeked around the bend, too. “What are we waiting for? I don’t see anything.”
“We’re staying here until I determine no one’s still there. He could’ve moved to a new place and be waiting for us to come out of hiding to pop us off.” He crouched down. “Just in case, I’m going to make a run for my SUV and bring it around for you.”
“No way, I’m going with you. Besides, you don’t know if that shot was for me or for you.” She bent over and took off. A hand grabbed her around the waist, and Jake forced her to his side away from the road and half-carried her to the SUV.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to get yourself killed?” He pushed her down next to his vehicle, unlocked the door with the clicker and opened it. “Get in and stay down.”
Jolene did as she was told. Crouched on the floor, nerves screaming, she waited for Jake to open his door. What in the heck was taking him so long? He should be on the other side by now. She raised her head to see if she could see him.
Not detecting him, she started to exit the vehicle just as the driver’s door opened.
Jake climbed in. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
She slid back onto her seat and closed the door. “I was coming to look for you.” She stared at his taut jaw as he started the engine. “I was worried because you took so long.”
“When I tell you to do something, do it.” He clenched his fingers around the steering wheel, backing up and driving down the long driveway.
“Well, aren’t you the bossy one.” She’d worried about the stupid man for nothing. “What were you doing?”
“I let the guys inside know about the shots because they might need to call the police.” He turned east on FF highway. “I gave them our names and phone numbers in case they needed to contact us.” He glanced at her. “It could’ve been hunters who strayed off their grounds, but even if it were the next person might not be so lucky.”
Does he expect me to fall for his story about hunters? The tautness of his forearms told her he didn’t buy what he was selling either.
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The third book in the Riverboat Mysteries, The Deceived, was written because Melanie Dubois was such a brat and because my views had changed on riverboat gambling. Melanie was always in conflict with her family, so since she hated her family business I used her to provide more disputes between them. In The Deceived, Melanie grows up and finds her HEA.
The Deceived blurb:
The games they play can lead them to love or ruin.
Melanie Dubois detests her family’s casino business. The way this addiction destroys people has her on a tear of magnificent proportions. Then again, this young lady has been put through a train wreck of her own design. She distrusts everybody except for the people who are determined to use Melanie as a poster-child for zealots.
Mike Mercer has spent nearly a year in a deep cover mission for the FBI. The one fly in the ointment of completing his objective to take down a group of dangerous anti-gambling zealots is a fiery-tempered, blonde-haired woman named Melanie DuBois. Worse than that, she’s got a passion brewing just beneath the surface that’s an even deadlier attraction.
Fighting for your life is never easy when the odds are stacked against you.
Mike Mercer stood to the side watching Melanie Dubois talk to the news media. She was a piece of work, but he had to admit she had a hot body. He sighed crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against his dark blue sedan, trying to blend in with the crowd. He wasn’t here to seduce her; even though her feistiness appealed to him, making him wonder what kind of lover she’d be. He was here to get her away from these people.
He would have to question her motives in front of the picketers and the media, so if she decided to go with The Opposition Group, Janet Batten and her followers, she wouldn’t be suspected of collusion with him. The confrontation might be fun, but more than likely he was going to get a tongue lashing. His lips curled up at the thought.
Hopefully, his cover hadn’t been discovered. He didn’t need these fanatics knowing he was FBI. A sloppily dressed journalist glanced toward Mike. Here was his opening.
Mike heaved himself away from the fender and strode into the center of the crowd. Once he reached Melanie, he grasped her shoulder, saying, “What the hell are you doing here? This is no place for you.”
Mel whirled around, jerking away from his touch. “Just who are you telling me what I can or can not do?”
He grinned down at the spitting feline image of tawny blonde hair swirling around her face. “Well, it sure looks like someone should take control of you,” he said. Pausing, his gaze roamed down her body, before he added, “But for your information I’m not telling you how to behave, I’m asking a question.” What he needed was an excuse to get her away from this bunch, but there wasn’t one.
“What I’m doing here is none of your business.”
“What is your connection to Melanie Dubois?” the journalist asked, sticking the microphone in front of Mike’s face.
“The only link between us is that I’m on the board of the Odyssey casino.” He glanced at Melanie. “There’s no way your family would want you here.”
“Why would I care about someone who doesn’t love me?”
“I doubt that’s true.” What made her think that? Surely, she didn’t believe all the crap her father told her about her mother having an affair and that she was the result of that fling. “Don’t you even want to know what’s happening with your sister?”
“It’s all over the news, how can I miss it?”
Janet moved up beside them, putting her arm protectively around the young girl. “Stop harassing her, or I’ll call the police.”
Melanie didn’t know everything that was going on because the FBI told the media only what they wanted them to know. What would the younger woman think if she knew the FBI had used her sister as bait to catch the serial killer terrorizing the area? Her hostility would be nothing compared to what it would be if she learned that detail.
There was nothing he could do right now, Batten would use Melanie for her own ends until the older woman had no further use for her. He glanced behind him, noticing people closing in on him. Even though he saw Dan Travis, the light brown-haired ATF agent, there wouldn’t be any help there. He’d never break his cover either.
Hell, he’d better get out of here.
“You’re a big girl; you can make your own decisions.” He gazed into large blue eyes filled with distrust and shaded by long black mascara covered lashes. It saddened him to see her wasting her womanhood on their cause because they weren’t after the same thing she was. She wanted to save people, and they wanted to destroy them. “‚I just hope you don’t regret those decisions later.”
With a nod at the journalist and one more glance at Melanie, he turned and leisurely walked toward his car. He kept an eye on the man with the scar. That guy was a bad ass, and he had a record as long as his arm to prove it. Al Slavery was the dangerous one in the bunch. The others were nothing but drones.
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You may visit me at my website, http://www.skaymarshall.com, or at my blog, http://www.sandramarshallblog.blogspot.com and at Romance Books 4 Us blog on the 29th of any month, http://www.romancebooks4us.blogspot.com
I can, also, be found on the Web at these sites. https://www.facebook.com/sandra.marshall.98
Thank you once again for having me here, Tina. I would like to wish you and all of your readers a happy and peaceful holiday.
Sandra K. Marshall
You’re in for a treat.
Today, I’m hosting authors Regina Puckett and Charity Parkerson. They’re giving a sneak peek into Bedroom Games, and they’re hosting a contest. Woot!
More on that later. For now, here’s Regina and Charity.
Pamela loves playing games, as do both her partners, just not together. There’s nothing like an exhilarating night of hide-and-seek or catch-me-if-you-can before a long evening of sex with one or the other. The problem? There’s a demon-possessed serial killer on the loose who loves playing sex games as much as Pamela does.
When Pamela’s sexual escapades catch the serial killer’s attention, the games begin in earnest as he corners her in her own house. Using her anger—and a handy baseball bat—to her advantage, she takes care of the serial killer, but the demon is even more interested now.
Inside Scoop: This scary tale contains brief references to incest, and graphic scenes of violence that may possess readers to keep a bat handy and all the lights on.
A Romantica® erotic horror romance from Ellora’s Cave
“Settle down. Here’s my truck. You can’t drive your car with that injured foot. I’ll drive you home. It’s my fault you’re hurt. I’m not going to leave you stranded out here. This could be a dangerous place for someone like you.”
It was unsettling how he emphasized the “like you”, but then he smiled and it didn’t seem quite so bad as it had a moment earlier. Realizing he was probably right about her not being able to drive home, she allowed him to help her into the passenger side of his old Dodge pickup truck. After all, if he were going to kill her he could have done that when he had her down and out in the woods. That thought was somewhat comforting so she buckled her seatbelt and waited for him to get into the driver’s side of the truck. He stopped about halfway around the front of the truck and dug around in his pocket. He waited to jump into the truck until after he located what he was searching for. She expected him to have his keys in his hand but instead he had a long, sharp pocketknife.
He quickly held the menacing knife up against her throat. “This is how this little game is going to play out.” With his free hand, he reached behind him and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from between the seat cushions. He grinned when he tossed them into her lap. “Put ’em on. You do what I tell you and we’ll both wake up happy tomorrow.” He leaned over and licked the side of her face. “Don’t piss me off. You wouldn’t like me pissed off.”
When he was certain the handcuffs were securely on her, he started the truck. “I’m going to show you my house.” He grinned. “You’re going to like it there.”
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Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
*2013 Readers’ Favorite Award winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath
*Named one of the top 10 best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Best Paranormal Romance of 2012- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Quoted in the Sydney Morning Herald as an authority on Independent Publishing.
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Regina Puckett is an award nominated author for her short story, Balloon Wishes.
Borrowed Wings, has received the Children’s Literary Classics Seal of Approval.
Memories won first place in the 1st WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her book of poetry, Tilting at Windmills and Words.
Slowly Drowning won second place in the 3rd WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her poetry book, My Words into the Beyond.
Sir Galahad Comes to the Rescue won third place in the 3rd WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her book of poetry, Ramblings and Dreams.
She has been writing for over forty-five years. She lives in Tennessee with her husband of over forty years. She has two grown daughters and four grandchildren.
She writes sweet romances, horror, inspirational, picture books and poetry. There are several projects in various stages of completion and there are always characters and stories waiting for their chance to finally get out of her head and onto paper.
Please come and visit me at facebook.com/regina.puckett1
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I have the always delightful and talented B.J. McCall here today. She’s introducing you to her wonderful romance Merry Mate, and she’s hosting a truly awesome contest!!! More on that later.
For now, here’s B.J.!!!
It’s December and many of us are focused on the Christmas holiday. Shopping, wrapping gifts, decorating the tree, hanging outdoor lights and baking holiday treats are all part of the celebration. But if you write holiday stories, Christmas comes early.
I write my holiday stories in the summer, when the days are hot and the nights are sultry. The images of falling snow, roofs dripping with icicles, frozen lakes and frosty winter nights are a welcomed contrast. I think of cozy mountain cabins with logs burning in the fireplace.
December is a wonderful month and Christmas is a magical time. But what is the reader looking for in a Christmas story, besides a really hot hero? I think they are looking for romance and that special feeling you get when you look at a tree adorned with lights and merrily wrapped gifts. It’s all that warmth, hope and expectation. I want to bring those feelings into my stories. I want the reader to look at my book in hopeful anticipation and at the end I want them to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So when reviewers use words like happy, sweet and emotional along with passion, hot and burning I feel I’ve done my job.
I like to take my hero and heroine out of the cities and the suburbs and set the story in a cozy cabin in the high mountains or a snow-laden forest. My new holiday story, Merry Mate, is set in the fictitious town of Elk Mountain. The book is part of the multi-author series Red Velvet, published by Changeling Press.
The name of the series evoked such wonderful images like red velvet cake, red ribbons and a luxurious red Santa suit I thought I should incorporate red velvet into my holiday love story. I didn’t want my hunky human hero in a Santa suit, but a red velvet Santa hat trimmed in dark fur was perfect. I loved the image of my cowboy hero removing his favorite hat and putting on a red Santa hat just to please my werewolf heroine.
My heroes are hunky and my stories are sexy, but when writing holiday stories I aim to warm the reader’s heart and curl their toes. It’s December and the holiday season is upon us. Take a break from the hustle and bustle, turn on the Christmas lights, light a cranberry scented candle and let a Red Velvet book heat up your night.
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A red velvet Santa’s hat that only fits one’s true love? Sierra doesn’t believe in magic, but she’s willing to give it a try and find her merry mate.
Banning is in love with Sierra, but the werewolves of Elk Mountain stick to their own kind. Banning would do anything to spend time with the beautiful she-wolf and he’s more than willing to try on a Santa’s hat to please her.
Humans are off limits, but what’s a wolf to do when the hat is a perfect fit?
“If our luck doesn’t change by Christmas, we return the doll and the hat.” Nan looked at the shopkeeper. “For a full refund?”
“Full refund,” Mystery said.
Thinking this was the most foolish thing she and Nan had done since they’d decided to cut and color one another’s hair after drinking a pitcher of margaritas, Sierra pulled out her credit card.
Nan snatched it out of her hand and gave it to the shopkeeper. “Ring us up.”
Mystery processed the sales and handed over their purchases. “Have a wonderful holiday.” Then she looked at Sierra. “Merry mate.”
Packages in hand, Sierra and Nan left the shop.
“What is she?” Sierra asked.
“Mystery? Not your run of the mill human,” Nan said.
“There’s something about her I can’t quite put my finger on.”
Nan giggled. “Do you think she’s a witch?”
“Could be, but she may be a seer and sees the future.”
“Do you think it will work, the doll and the hat?”
Sierra glared at Nan. “Now you have doubts? Our credit cards just got dinged for five hundred bucks. Each!”
A slow smile curved Nan’s lips. “We’ll know soon. Christmas is only a week away.”
“Yeah, seven whole days to find my merry mate. I can’t believe I bought into that.”
“Maybe seven’s your lucky number.”
“To go with my lucky hat.”
Nan laughed and hooked her arm in Sierra’s. “I’m starving. Let’s find a place for lunch, have a glass of wine and make a plan.”
“The hat is a perfect fit for your mate, right? All we have to do is find him.”
“How? Should I send an email to every unattached were inviting them to a hat-sizing party?”
Nan’s stopped in her tracks. “The cookout. It’s tomorrow. Everyone will be there. It’s perfect.”
The residents of Elk Mountain, both human and werewolves, gathered annually around the lake for an outdoor cookout to celebrate Christmas. The party began at noon and often lasted well into the evening. Ice-skating, snowball fights and sled races added to the festivities.
“Perfect. I’ll ask every attractive male I meet if he’s single and then I’ll stick the Santa hat on his head. How’s that for a plan?”
“If I were you I’d start with our new neighbor.”
Sierra knew Nan was referring to Banning Hayes. A year ago he’d inherited a rundown ranch that bordered the pack’s land. The elders had made an offer for the land. Banning had refused to sell, but allowed the werewolves access to the trails crisscrossing his land. Sierra made frequent use of those trails. The man was serious eye candy.
“I’m supposed to be looking for a merry mate. Banning is human.”
“A very sexy, human cowboy.”
Banning was a hunk with thick dark hair and sexy blue eyes. “Does Stavan know you check out other men?”
“I tell him I’m checking them out for you.”
“And he buys that?”
“He thinks I’m perfect.”
“He hasn’t known you as long as I have.”
Sierra followed her friend into a cafΘ. They ordered soup, salad and white wine.
Nan grinned. “So when did Mr. Hayes become Banning?”
“I’ve run into him a few times. I like the trail that crosses his grazing meadow. He was checking on his cattle. He’s nice.”
“And a real hunk.”
Sierra didn’t want to go there. She was far more attracted to Banning than she wanted to admit. He slipped into her thoughts too often to ignore and entered her midnight fantasies as well. She’d spent far too many hours thinking about him.
The werewolves and residents of Elk Mountain lived in harmony. This peaceful co-existence was due to an agreement made decades ago concerning land rights and social rules, preventing wolves and humans from entering into relationships. Breaking that rule would upset both camps.
Problem was Sierra hadn’t met a wolf she wanted enough to settle down with and the only male that made her sizzle was Banning.
“I know that dreamy look. You like him.”
Sierra picked up her wine glass. “He’s human.”
“What if he wasn’t?”
Sierra grinned. “I’d be all over him.”
But dating Banning was a fantasy. The pack elders would never approve. The last wolf that had hooked up with a human had almost caused a war. That was decades ago, but wolves have long memories.
“Back to the problem at hand,” Sierra said. “How do I find my merry mate?”
Christmas books by B.J. McCall
Wolf Run, Holiday Moon, Canine Christmas, and Holiday Rush are available at Amazon.
Okay, here’s an early Christmas gift for you – this hot stud and your chance to WIN one of THIRTEEN EROTIC ROMANCES.
Read on to learn more… :)
Come here, Baby…
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Duration: Contest begins December 1 and runs through December 25 – Winner announced December 26
Prize: Winner chosen randomly and will receive her choice of one of my following books:
1. Lush Velvet Nights – ebook – Reviewer’s TOP PICK the Pagan & the Pen; 5 ANGELS Fallen Angles Reviews; 5 STARS JERR
GOLDEN NIB AWARD – MIZ LOVE LOVES BOOKS
FINALIST – EPIC 2011 COMPETITION
2. Adored - ebook – 4 stars Romantic Times; Second Place Winner NEC RWA contest!
FINALIST – EPIC 2011 COMPETITION
3. Deep, Dark, Delicious - ebook – 4 stars Romantic Times; nominated for Book of the Week Whipped Cream Reviews; 5 Stars, Reviewer TOP PICK – NOR
FINALIST – EPIC 2011 COMPETITION
AWARD OF MERIT – HOLT MEDALLION 2011 COMPETITION
4. In His Arms - ebook – 6 FIVE STAR REVIEWS – recommended read TwoLips Reviews
FINALIST – DDRWA PICTURE PERFECT CONTEST
4 STARS - ROMANTIC TIMES
5. Sensual Stranger - ebook – Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category) Blue Moon Reviews
Recommended Read TwoLips Reviews – Best Book rating Whipped Cream Reviews – Five Siren Stones Siren Books Reviews – 5 STARS Top Pick Night Owl Reviews
4 STARS – ROMANTIC TIMES
6. The Yearning – ebook – Bestseller
AWARD OF MERIT – HOLT MEDALLION COMPETITION (2012)
Recommended Read Two Lips Reviews; Nominated for Book of the Week Whipped Cream Reviews; 4.5 Stars Sensual Reads
7. Take Me Away – ebook
2nd Place Winner – 2012 NEC RWA CONTEST
Hot Stuff – #1 Pick – Miz Love Loves Books; 5 Stars – Romance Writers Reviews; 4.5 Hearts – The Romance Studio; 4 Stars – JERR; 5 Siren Stones – Siren Book Reviews
8. Unending Desire – ebook
Best Book Rating – LASR (Long & Short Reviews) – Nominated for Book of the Month; 4.5 Stars Sensual Reads; Recommended by ARe (All Romance ebooks); Library Journal reports, ‘…a tale so steamy, it comes with a warning’
9. SiNN – ebook
Magnificent!! – Romancing the Book; 5 Stars – Mary’s Naughty Whispers; 5 Stars – Sensual Reads – Nominated for Book of the Week – Whipped Cream Reviews
10. Sinfully Wicked – ebook
Magnificent!! – Romancing the Book; 4 Stars – The Romance Studio; 4 Stars – LASR (Long and Short Reviews)
11. Claiming Magique – ebook
Top Pick – NOR; 5 Stars – Erotica for All; 4 Stars – United by Books; Recommended by ARe
12. Illicit Desire – ebook
4 Stars, Romantic Times; 4 Stars/5 Flames, The Jeep Diva
13. Come Fill Me – ebook
5 Stars – A True Gem, Guilty Pleasures; 4 Stars/5 Flames, The Jeep Diva
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This is a fascinating post. Author Christina Tetreault is interviewing her characters from The Teacher’s Billionaire.
Just as expected Dylan knocked on my front door at exactly 4:00. Dressed in a dark gray suit with a crisp white shirt and red tie he is just a swoon worthy as you might think. Callie actually arrived earlier today.
Me: Thank you so much for stopping in today. I know you’re very busy.
Dylan: We are never to busy for you. (I do so love his English accent)
Me: Some people find your family dynamics odd. And I know you probably get this question all the time, but could you explain them to any of my readers who don’t already know your story?
Dylan: That one is all yours, sweetheart.
Callie: (gives him a slap on the shoulder) Yes, a lot of people have asked us that one. Dylan’s mother married Warren after her divorce. At the time Warren didn’t know anything about me. Warren and Elizabeth have two children, Jake and Sara who are half siblings to both of us. However, Dylan and I are not anymore related than any other married couple.
Me: Thanks for the clarification. Now, we all know how you meet. But I think readers might like to learn a little more about each of you. Can you tell us something that my readers don’t know?
Dylan: (He loosens his tie first) I have a 17 year old half-brother in England. My father remarried about 20 years ago.
Me: Are you two close?
Dylan: Not like I am with Jake. My relationship with Andrew is almost like an uncle-nephew relationship because of the age difference and the distance between us.
Me: What about you, Callie?
Callie: I know how to play the drums. Started lessons when I was 10 and then played in the school band.
Me: I don’t about my readers, but I have always been curious, Dylan. Who do you think had more of an influence on your life, you biological father or your step-father Warren?
Dylan: Pulling out the tough questions today. (He gives me a God worthy smile) I’d have to say Warren. My father and I are close, but our personalities are very different. He obtained his PhD in English Literature. His eyes glaze over at the mention of a financial report or the Stock Exchange.
Me: I know that you’re a workaholic. How do you keep this from hurting your marriage?
Dylan: I’m better than I was about that, but I still work more than Callie would like. (Callie nods in agreement.) So I make sure I’m home for dinner at least twice a week and then once a month we have an official date night.
Me: Callie, I know that you and Sara didn’t get along at first. Do you have a good relationship now?
Callie: We don’t see each other much. She lives in D.C. now. But it’s okay. I think it will improve though.
Me: Last question before you guys leave. Do you plan on having any children?
Dylan: Yes. We decided to spend a little time alone together as a married couple before having children, but it will happen.
Me: Thanks so much for stopping by today. I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.
Callie: Anytime. Just call.
Callie Taylor’s life is turned upside down when she learns the truth about her birth following the death of her mother. Not only is her father alive, but he’s none other than presidential candidate Senator Warren Sherbrooke.
Billionaire and confirmed bachelor, Dylan Talbot is instantly suspicious when his stepfather Warren Sherbrooke receives a letter from a past love telling him they have a daughter together. In order to keep the media vultures away and protect Warren’s political aspirations, Dylan convinces Warren to let him handle the situation.
As Callie and Dylan spend time together, they can’t resist the feelings that blossom between them. However, when Callie learns the real reason he has been spending time with her their fledgling romance is put in jeopardy and only complete honesty can save it.
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I wrote my first story with characters similar to those in the Sweet Valley Twins books at the age of 10 on my grandmother’s manual typewriter. As I got older my stories and characters became more mature. During my freshman year at UMass Dartmouth, I read my first romance novel and fell in love with the genre. I have been writing contemporary romance ever since.
Today I live with my husband, three beautiful daughters and two dogs in Massachusetts. Whenever I have a free moment, you’ll find me either reading a romance novel or working on my most current story.
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HO-HO-HO! Santa’s got a GIANT bag of prizes, all for one winner! Contest runs 1 Dec. until midnight ET 25 Dec. To enter: Find the 20 pages that have the dancingSanta like the ones you see above (this page doesn’t count). Make a list of the names of those pages (ex: Marianne Stephens, Desiree Holt, etc.) and send your list to: firstname.lastname@example.org NOTE: Snail mail prizes only shipped to US or Canadian addresses.
1. $75.00 Gift Card for Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
2. Ebook of A Christmas Accident by romance authorMelissa Keir.
3. Print copy of Pucker Up – Rose by romance authorBobbye Terry.
4. Ebooks: A Little Bit Reckless and Cria by romance author Suzanne Rock.
5. Print copy of Addiction by romance author Sandra K. Marshall.
6. Ebook of Head Over Heels by romance author Paris Brandon.
7. Ebook copies of Forbidden Love (Molly Daniels) and Teacher’s Pet (Kenzie Michaels).
8. Ebook of Skinwalker’s Woman by romance authorFran Lee.
9. Ebook of The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock by romance author Cynthia Arsuaga.
10.Ebook of Matrix Crystal Christmas by romance author Janice Seagraves.
11.Winner’s ebook choice of one of backlist books by romance author Tina Donahue.
12.Winner’s choice of ebook or print of one book from backlist books by romance author Renee Vincent.
13.Winner’s ebook choice of one of the backlist books by romance author Jean Hart Stewart.
14.Ebook of A Groom for Christmas by romance authorCara Marsi.
15.Print copy of the EC Mistletoe Magic anthology from romance author Cindy Spencer Pape.
16.Winner’s ebook choice of one of seven books by romance author Rose Anderson.
17.Winner’s choice of either an ebook or print copy of “Family Secrets: A Vengeance of Tears” by romance author R. Ann Siracusa.
18.Ebook copy of novella Christmas Spirits by romance author Gemma Juliana.
19.Ebook bag of the 5 Phoenix Agency books by romance author Desiree Holt.
20.Ebook of Sweet Redemption (Sweet Awakenings 1) by romance author Nicole Morgan.
21.Ebook pdf or mobi copy of the Sexy as Hell Box set by romance author Lily Harlem.
22.Ebook copy of the new book, Between Lonesome and Texas by romance author Tori Scott.
23.Signed print copy of “My Chameleon Loves” plus a t-shirt from romance author Missy Martine.
24.Ebook of winner’s choice from backlist books by romance author JC Szot.
25.Kindle copy of Dance of Love by romance authorAnna Markland.
26.$10.00 gift card for Secret Cravings books fromSecret Cravings Publishing.
27.Winner’s ebook choice of one book from backlist books by romance author Cris Anson.
28.Ebook (Kindle or B&N) of SCOUNDREL FOR HIRE, (Book 1, Velvet Lies) by romance author Adrienne deWolfe.
29.Print copy of The Faberge Secret by romance authorStephanie Burkhart.
30.Christmas Ornament from romance author Marianne Stephens.
Kate’s here today to give us a sneak peek into her HOT romance Sail Away with Me. AND she’s offering a contest – woot! More on that later.
For now, here’s Kate…
Contemporary and Erotic Romance Author
ABOUT KATE: KATE DEVEAUX is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since!
A former wedding planner, Kate has always been “in love” with love! She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Now a multi published contemporary romance novelist, Kate is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) as well as their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Born in London, England, Kate has lived in both the U.K. and the U.S. She and her husband currently reside in Arizona. When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even “love” in that game too!
Author website: http://www.katedeveaux.com
SAIL AWAY WITH ME:
THIS BOAT ROCKS…
About Sail Away With Me:
Before Jody Carter and her three best friends ever set foot aboard the luxury cruise ship, Jody falls into the arms of uber hunky celebrity guest Taggart Keith, when he saves her shoe from falling to the depths of the sea. Their attraction is undeniable, but the recently divorced single mom knows the last thing she needs is to complicate her life in just seven short days. But that’s exactly what happens when Jody takes a chance — for once in her life— and gives into a week of sensational pleasure. Taggart helps her discover her more sensual side — one tantalizing night at a time.
Red Sage Publishing Official Release Date: December 1 2013
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SAIL AWAY WITH ME and these recipes bring a whole new meaning to “I’ll have what she’s having!”
1/2 oz white crème de cacao
1/2 oz amaretto almond liquor
1/2 oz triple sec
1/2 oz vodka
1 oz light cream
Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a chilled cocktail glass, and serve.
Screaming Orgasm recipe:
1 oz vodka
1 1/2 oz Bailey’s® Irish cream
1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
Pour first vodka, then Bailey’s, then Kahlua into a cocktail glass over crushed ice. Stir.
SAIL AWAY WITH ME
Sizzling shipboard romance —Jody throws caution to the wind as she lets go of her inhibitions and indulges in one magnificent week of pleasure. Passions surge, lovers tangle and two lives will never be the same again.
Excerpt SAIL AWAY WITH ME
Crap! The clatter of a housekeeping cart down the hall stopped them mid-embrace. Someone was in the hallway. They both stopped, his hands still on her ass as they looked in tandem at the disruption. He looked back at her and motioned with his head to her door.
Speechless, she shook her head. Lauren, Doreen and Cricket were most likely in the room, oblivious to what was going on, on the other side of the flimsy door.
“Come with me…to my room,” he said, and took her hand in his, leading her down the hall away from her stateroom and the housekeeper. Her heart beat wildly. It was like she was someone else; she couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was acting crazy and she loved it. He tugged her closer, as they rounded the corner and he stopped dead in his tracks. Another housekeeping cart and a mountain of luggage blocked their way.
“Oh,” he said, whipping Jody around quickly in the other direction and pulling her after him. “This way.”
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly as he stopped in front of a door, looked both ways and opened it.
Inside, she saw it was the laundry room, with rows of washers and dryers and where the sweet scent of laundry detergent lingered. The washers whooshed as they spun rapidly. Taggart glanced around quickly and spotted the lock on the door. Turning it, he smiled seductively and pulled Jody hard against him. His arousal hadn’t waned since the chase down the hall; his cock was hard, pressing against her body while he resumed kissing her with ferocious, hungry kisses.
His hands followed along her shoulder and then lower, finding the curve of her breasts as she groaned into his mouth. Cupping her breast in his hand, even through the fabric of her lacy bra she could feel the heat of his hand burning through. She responded, rubbing against him as his lips trailed along her mouth, teasing her, tasting her neck, nibbling along her jaw and down to her décolleté. Her head was spinning and her pussy soaked at his caresses and his muscled body. She was going to have sex right there in the laundry. She didn’t do this. This wasn’t her.
“Jody,” he said under his breath, rubbing her breasts in his hand, finding her nipple through her bra.
“Ugh” she said, jolting back to reality. Jody Carter. Single Mom. Divorcee. Her dad lived with her. She wasn’t this woman who a moment ago wanted more than anything to have sex with this stranger, to rip off his clothes, but flashes of all the reasons she couldn’t do this flooded her mind.
She stiffened and stepped away, Taggart’s hand falling from her breast.
“What?” he asked, looking concerned.
“It’s just…I can’t do this,” she said, feeling embarrassed, her clothes disheveled as he looked at her with an expression of uncertainty etched on his face.
He didn’t say anything, just stood there for a moment and she could see the outline of his evident erection in his pants. A moment ago, she’d wanted this more than anything and now she knew she shouldn’t have given into her desire.
“I can’t do this…I have a son,” she said stammering as she backed away from him
“So?” he asked, seeming confused.
So? Did he just say “so?” What the hell? She stumbled backwards before hurrying for the door, unlocking it and slipping out.
“Wait, Jody” he called after, her but she was long gone, bumping past housekeeping carts and stacks of luggage as she sprinted down the hall.
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If you love holiday romances, as I do, then you have to check out Cara’s wonderful romance.
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Family pressure might just make her do something crazy….
…Like hire a fake fiancé.
It’s time for Christmas movies and Christmas romances. If you like Hallmark Christmas movies, you’ll love A Groom for Christmas, a sensuous romance that is like a Hallmark movie, with some intense love scenes.
Very well-reviewed new Christmas romance
“A Groom for Christmas is a fantastic, feel-good read from a top-notch author!” ~ NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author, Sandra Edwards
“I loved this book….The author did such a awesome job with drawing you into this story and keeping your attention page after page trying to see what would happen next.” NetGalley Reviewer
“Great second chance at love story – with a really hot bad boy hero! I really loved this offering from Cara Marsi.” NetGalley Reviewer
When a young woman hires her hometown’s former bad boy to be her pretend fiancé for the holidays, she finds she can’t wrap up her feelings as easily as a Christmas gift.
New York jewelry designer Graceann Palmer has two days to find a fiancé to bring home to Pennsylvania for the holidays so her matchmaking mama will quit fixing her up with jerks. The Falcon, a motorcycle-riding, leather-clad former high school crush, helped her out once before. Maybe he’ll do it again.
Jake Falco, man of many mysteries, is back in town on a mission—one the people of Spirit Lake most likely won’t appreciate. When Graceann presents him with her crazy scheme, it gives him something he’s always wanted—a chance to get to know Graceann. It also gives him the perfect opportunity to add fuel to his project of revenge.
But as Jake and Graceann grow closer, their engagement-of-convenience begins to feel like the real deal—until Jake’s secrets are revealed.
Can a relationship that began with lies and secrets bloom like a rare Christmas rose into happily-ever-after?
“I have two days to find a fiancé.” Ignoring the anxiety that tightened her stomach, Graceann Palmer dipped her fork into her apple pie à la mode and slipped the tasty treat into her mouth.
Her friend Kate sat next to her at the counter in the quaint fifties-era Spirit Lake Diner, located just outside the small Pennsylvania town of the same name. Kate grinned. “You could advertise online: Fiancé wanted for Christmas. Good pay. Temporary position.”
“Like I’d get a real upstanding guy that way,” Graceann said.
Kate shot her a sympathetic smile. “Face it. You’ll have to tell your family you lied.”
Bing Crosby’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas flowed from the jukebox, mocking Graceann. Her lie had caught up with her. She would come home for Christmas, minus a made-up fiancé.
Graceann finished her pie and pushed the plate away. “Tell my family the truth and have my mom try to fix me up with someone like the dentist she invited to spend the holidays with us last year? Boring, conceited, and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Yuck.”
The door opened, bringing in a fresh round of cold, snowy late December air. Shivering, Graceann drew her sweater closer around her.
“I wouldn’t mind finding that under my Christmas tree,” Kate said.
Graceann followed her friend’s gaze to the tall man who’d just entered the diner. Dressed all in black—black motorcycle boots, black jeans, black leather jacket—and walking with the lithe grace of a panther, he took a seat at the other end of the counter. She studied him while he studied the menu. He had classic “bad boy” written all over his features—sharp cheekbones, dark stubble on a square jaw, and midnight black hair tied into a ponytail. Long, tapered fingers held the menu.
Suddenly, he looked up. Clear blue eyes connected with hers. Recognition spiked through her and sent her pulse jumping like a kid on Christmas morning.
“The Falcon,” she whispered.
“What?” Kate gasped. “You’re right. It is The Falcon.”
His full lips tilted in a slow, sexy grin, showing even white teeth. He nodded at them before turning his attention to the waitress. After he gave his order, he didn’t look in their direction again.
Kate gripped Graceann’s arm, her fingers digging into Graceann’s flesh beneath the heavy sweater. “Wow. The Falcon. I heard he left town the day after his graduation from Spirit Lake High fourteen years ago and hasn’t been heard from since.”
“Wonder what he’s doing back here,” Graceann said. In school, she’d had a crush on The Falcon even though he was two years ahead of her. She’d never told anyone, not even Kate.
“He’s a little scruffy,” Kate said.
“Scruffy, my tush. He’s hot.”
Kate grabbed her arm again as Graceann lifted her coffee mug. Coffee sloshed over the sides onto the counter. Setting the mug down, Graceann gave her friend an exasperated look. “What?”
“I have it,” Kate said. “Your fiancé.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Falcon. I’ll bet he’ll pretend to be your fiancé. After Zach bowed out, you said you’d be willing to pay someone. The Falcon always needed cash. Do it. Ask him.”
“You’re crazy. I haven’t seen him in fourteen years. He could be a serial killer for all we know.”
Kate shook her head. “He’s not. We would have heard.” She leaned closer. “You’ll be at your grandmother’s with the whole family. You’ll be safe. Your grandmother is old-fashioned. She’ll put you in separate rooms. It’s not like he’s a total stranger. Bring him to meet the family, pretend you’re wildly in love. Your mom will quit trying to fix you up. After the holidays you won’t ever have to see him again. Once you’re back in New York, you can tell your family you broke the engagement. That’s what you planned to do with Zach.”
Graceann put a hand up. “This is the craziest idea you’ve ever had, and you’ve had plenty. I can’t ask this guy to go along with my scheme. I’ll have to resign myself to fending off another loser my mom pushes at me. She means well, but she won’t accept that I’m not interested in marriage. After what Michael did, my whole family feels sorry for me. I don’t want or need their pity.”
“Michael was a jerk. He didn’t deserve you. Listen to me, Graceann. Ask. The. Falcon. What could it hurt to at least ask?”
“His name is Jake, and I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t wait too long. He’ll be out of here and you’ll have missed your chance.”
Graceann sipped her coffee and stole glances at Jake Falco. Maybe Kate was right. Jake had always been nice to her and had even come to her aid once when the mean girls were harassing her. He might help her out now. At her grandmother’s, they’d be surrounded by family. She wouldn’t be alone with him. Her gut feelings were usually on target, so she’d learned to listen. She’d ignored her instincts with Michael and look how that had turned out. Something was telling her to go ahead and take a chance on Jake.
“I’ll do it.” She stood before she lost her nerve.
Cara Marsi, an award-winning author and self-proclaimed TV junkie, is a former corporate drone and cubicle dweller. Freed of her fabric-covered cage, she can now indulge her love of all things romance. She craves books with happy endings and loves to write about independent heroines and the strong heroes who love them. And she loves to put her characters in dangerous situations or situations merely dangerous to their hearts and watch them fight for the happy endings they deserve.
An eclectic author, Cara is published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance. She’s also published numerous short romance stories in national women’s magazines and online. When not traveling or dreaming of traveling, Cara and her husband live on the East Coast in a house ruled by their fat black diva of a cat named Killer.
Have a treat today- Lisa Carlisle’s giving away her HAWT romance Smoldering Nights for a limited time. More info on that later.
She’s also introducing us to Gargoyle’s Embrace. Don’t want to miss it.
Read on, and please leave a comment to show your love…
Hi, I’m Lisa Carlisle and I’m happy to be here at Tina’s blog. I’m here to talk about the latest release in my Underground Encounters series with Ellora’s Cave, called Gargoyle’s Embrace.
In the goth club where the series is set, several gargoyle statues are perched. I love gargoyles and my office is filled with them. In fact, there are three posters of Notre Dame gargoyles right above me as I type. There is something ancient and mysterious about them. Are they as grotesque as they appear or are they there to protect us?
So in my latest story, I took one of the statues in the club and put new life into it. Read on to see what I mean.
And be sure to check out the end of the post where you’ll see links to get started on the series, free for a short time.
Fifth in the Underground Encounters series.
Tracy isn’t sure why she’s drawn to a particular gargoyle statue in the Goth club where she works. After the stone takes human form to protect her from her abusive ex, she brings the handsome, naked male to her apartment. It’s impossible to ignore the seductive appeal of a man sculpted like a Viking warrior.
Danton has only hours in human form to spend with the woman he has hungered for. He’s convinced what’s between them is more than hot sex, but he needs to convince Tracy of that before he turns back to stone.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Tracy brushed her fingers over the smooth stone of the gargoyle perched at the end of the bar of the Vamps nightclub.
“I’m stuck with the late shift tonight,” she said. “But at least I took in some good money.”
She stood over the crouched gargoyle and ran her hand over the smooth area between its two horns, down the back of its head and over its hunched back where its two wings connected. “Thanks for always listening,” she said, aware of how foolish she sounded speaking to a statue. If anyone saw her, they’d think she was stone-cold crazy. She bent to kiss its smooth, chiseled stone cheek in gratitude.
Over the last few months, Tracy had begun talking to the stone gargoyle as if it were a companion whenever she had a few moments alone in the bar. Why she gravitated toward this one gargoyle while several others were perched around the club, she didn’t know. She found something compelling about it, drawing her in, and she often confided her secrets to it.
Tracy rested her hand on the gargoyle’s shoulder while she scanned the club. Bottles and cups were scattered in every dark corner and under the other perched gargoyles. The scent of sweat and spilled beer still permeated the club.
Was it one of the guys out back? The guys she worked with were bringing out the trash and the bottles for recycling. The other bartenders had already settled up and left for the night. They rotated who could leave first and who had to stay to make sure they were stocked for the next night.
No, they knew better than to call her Trace.
“It’s Tracy,” she said, turning to face the intruder.
And stared into the face of her ex.
“What are you doing here, Brian?” The muscles in her body tensed as she gauged the distance between her and the pepper spray behind the bar should she need it.
She thought she felt a tiny movement under her hand.
No, she had to be losing her mind. As if stone could move.
She kept her hand on the stone like a security blanket, almost gripping it now that Brian had appeared.
“I came to see what you were doing tonight. Thought maybe we could hang out.” The way he slurred the words indicated he’d already had one too many, a bad sign.
“Definitely not. The restraining order should make that clear.”
“Babe, I was in a rough place and I took it out on you. Let’s put the past behind us and try again.”
The cold stone felt warmer beneath her hand. How strange. Was she so heated from the tension of Brian arriving that her palm could warm cool stone?
“No, Brian. I’ve given you too many chances and each time it ended worse than the time before.”
“Babe.” He approached her. “I would never hurt you again.”
“Don’t come any closer.” She moved away from the gargoyle to get to her purse behind the bar.
“Trace, you’re soooo dramatic.” He moved behind the bar.
Tracy was distracted by the gargoyle statue behind him. It was changing color, from gray stone to what appeared to be—flesh.
“Come on, we were good together. Don’t you miss the sex?”
The stone wings of the gargoyle statue unfurled into enormous sleek, black, feathered ones. The gargoyle reshaped itself, rising from a crouched position to stand on two legs to a full height well over six feet.
And its head. The horns sank back into the stone while light-blond hair sprouted to take their place, growing past its broad shoulders. Within a few seconds, the grotesque stone creature she found lovable had transformed into a breathtaking male with flawless bronze skin, long blond hair and the magnificent physique of a Viking warrior. Who stood before them stark naked.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, eyes widening.
“I know, babe. The sex was awesome.”
She fumbled for her purse, searching for the damn spray. She wasn’t even sure who she was going to direct it at now with two threats facing her.
It was too late. Brian had grabbed her wrists and tried to kiss her.
“Get off me!”
She attempted to knee him in his testicles, but he deflected the blow by turning his body to the side.
Enormous black wings surrounded Brian and a second later he was lifted off the ground. Brian exclaimed, “What the―” which was cut off as he was thrown over the bar onto the empty dance floor.
He scrambled to his feet on unsteady legs. The gargoyle stepped over to him in a few massive strides. While Tracy’s gaze paused on his sculpted buttocks, the gargoyle raised one of his sinewy legs and kicked Brian in the gut. Brian groaned and clutched his stomach. The gargoyle lifted a foot over Brian’s head.
Tracy screamed while Brian shielded his face with his forearm to brace against the gargoyle stomping on his head.
Lisa gravitates toward stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters (think Heathcliff, Dracula, Darth Vader and Severus Snape) and tough, independent, caring heroines. She’s wanted to write since the sixth grade and is thrilled to now be a multi-published, award-winning author.
She spent a short time in the Marine Corps, living in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan. She then backpacked alone around the US and Europe and lived in Paris, France, before returning to the U.S. to buy a bookstore. Now she lives outside of Boston with her husband and children and draws on these experiences in her stories.
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Nike loves visiting the goth club Vamps—she can exchange her firefighter uniform for a slinky fantasy outfit. There she runs into the man she’d been admiring from afar at a rock climbing gym. He’s been the star of all her fantasies, so is it any wonder they end up in his private room upstairs? Just when things begin to heat up, Michel’s enemies appear.
Only Michel isn’t an ordinary mortal. And someone from his past is on the hunt for vengeance. Michel and Nike are forced on the run and hide out in a coastal cottage in Maine. They can’t resist their attraction and spend the nights exploring each others’ bodies while trying to sort out how they feel about each other. Can they overcome their differences to be together? And how will they evade the predators who are chasing them?
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Dana’s here today to introduce us to her smokin’ hawt menage Dying to Love Her. Just look at those guys on the cover. Gawd. Aren’t they luscious!
She’s also hosting a contest – yay!!
More on that later. For now, here’s Dana…
Hey everybody! I’m Dana Lorraine, sexy-words wrangler and writer of irresistible men. I’m kind of new around here so many thanks to Tina Donahue for letting me stop by to introduce myself and to tell you about my paranormal erotic m/f/m ménage release, Dying to Love Her.
I had to write a ménage because I’m terrible at making choices and trying to pick only one hunky skyscraper of vampire flesh to write about was impossible so I caved in and gave my curvy heroine two.
Really—she should send me a thank you note.
Here’s the blurb:
When Melanie Woodson joins Empriva Fitness she expects to lose weight, not gain two sexy vampire personal trainers. With an exercise regimen that includes passionate horizontal workouts, fat-burning orgasms and lusty words of encouragement, she’s in serious danger of forgetting their relationship is based on a business agreement and not mutual attraction.
Alec Kosta and Rook Abernathy, best friends and owners of Empriva, have waited over a century for the right lifemate to come along. Now that they’ve found Melanie, with her endless curves and quick wit, they’re ready to give up countless lifetimes to spend just one with her.
But time isn’t on their side—they’ve tasted her blood and now mere days are all they have to convince her their love is real or risk losing their chance to be with her forever.
A Romantica® paranormal ménage erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Sounds good, right? No more dieting and the kind of exercise that makes you happy to work up a sweat—yep, when a place like this opens you can all get in line behind me.
I thought you might want to get to know Rook and Alec better so I asked them to join us today for a little either/or interview session. And here they are…
Dana: Hey guys. Glad you could tear yourself away from Melanie for a few minutes to meet the readers.
Rook: No problem. You wrote us the perfect woman so it was the least we could do.
Alec: Just make it quick if you can. I don’t like to be away from Mel too long.
Dana: Fair enough. I did write you to be attentive lovers after all. So let’s get right to it with the age-old question—boxers, briefs or bare?
Alec: You took me away from Melanie for questions like this? *shakes head* Boxer-briefs, tight fitting, although with Melanie around I spend more time out of my clothes than in them.
Dana: And what about you Rook?
Rook: Bare, *smiles slyly* the way you wrote me I barely fit in my pants as it is.
Dana: *blushes* Well, you know that wasn’t for my benefit *clears throat nervously*. A writer has got to look out for her heroine.
Alec: That’s all we want to do to, look out for Melanie.
Dana: Awe, that’s sweet. I love you guys.
Rook: And thankfully so does Melanie. I don’t know what I’d do without her.
Dana: This is getting all mushy. I love it, but let’s get back to the questions. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Rook: Poured all over Melanie’s delicious body.
Dana: Lucky Melanie. How about music? You’ve both been around for a long time and heard it all. What do you like, disco or rock?
Alec: Rock. I should have risked the mother of all sunburns to be at that baseball game in the late seventies and cheered on the DJ who burnt all those disco albums.
Rook: The hell you say. The Bee Gee’s knew how to write a song. You dance like shit. That’s why you hate disco. I on the other hand know how to groove.
Dana: I’m sure you do *smirk*. So when you’re not busting a move do you prefer a night out on the town or to kick back at home?
Rook: *sings* I like the night life, I like to boogie-
Alec: Home with Melanie. *head shake* Hopefully, Travolta here will be out so I can have her all to myself for a little while. Sorry but can we speed it up? Melanie’s waiting.
Dana: *Sigh* Fine it’s not like I don’t have two new sexy vampires taking up all my writing time right now. Here’s the last question—make love or pound you into the floor sex?
Rook: Make love all night long *licks lips*. I like to take it nice and slow—make sure I don’t miss one sweet spot.
Dana: And you Alec, *shifts uncomfortably* are you going to tell the readers what your bedroom style is like?
Alec: *dark twinkle in his eyes* Just call me McHammer.
Hope everyone enjoyed getting to know Rook and Alec. I think we can all agree that Melanie’s one lucky woman.
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Thanks again Tina for giving me the opportunity to say hi to your readers.
About The Author
Dana Lorraine never dreamed she’d grow up to be a writer. A voracious reader of romance, one day she decided to write one of her own. And now she never wants to stop. Paranormal, sci-fi or contemporary, ménage or one-on-one, don’t ask her to limit herself to just one type because she loves them all.
She makes killer meatballs, loves to reread her favorite romances and likes any drink served with an umbrella. A bookseller by day and mother of two wonderful daughters all the time, you’ll find Dana sweet-talking her husband into doing laundry and bringing home take-out so she has more time to write.
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