It’s a treat to have Cynthia here today!
She’s talking about her latest romance Breaking All the Rules. Looks like a hot one!
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Paying For Sex
Being paid for sex is a common fantasy. A rich man (or men in the case of Tina’s wonderful Appointment With Pleasure series) buys a woman (or man) for the night. He wants her so much, he’s willing to pay for her time. He’s usually dominant, wishing to be in control of the encounter. Both of them are determined not to care, determined to keep the arrangement businesslike, but every erotic romance reader knows this cold approach won’t last.
In Breaking All The Rules, my latest release from Avon Impulse, Nate, the hero, ALWAYS pays for sex. He won’t have a relationship with a woman unless she charges him for her time.
As he tells Camille, the heroine
“Everyone pays for sex in one way or another.” Nate visually tracks my movements as I shrug out of the garment, removing one more barrier between us. “Some muddle the price with talk of love and feelings. I prefer straightforward, honest negotiations.”
Camille, the green haired office rebel, finds this very sexy. She wants Nate with all of the passion in her freaky soul. However, she’s a hacker, NOT a hooker. Knowing his ‘rules’, she realizes that pretending to be a hooker is the only way she’ll ever have him.
So she pretends to be a hooker. The problem is she has no idea how a hooker acts, what a hooker charges, or what the true relationship is between a hooker and her client. She makes things up as she goes along and then has to fabricate more stories to cover her mistakes.
Here is one scene from their first encounter
Nate catches my wrists, drawing my hands away from his groin. “I pay for sex.” His fingertips press into my skin, his palms surprisingly rough. “I have to.”
He has to. I tilt my head back and read the determination on his face. This isn’t negotiable for Nate. If I want to touch the man of my dreams, I have to be paid for it.
I can’t figure out why this is a bad thing.
“First clarification: I’m giving you a hand job. We’re not having full-blown sex.” I twist my arms, easily breaking his hold on my wrists. “Second clarification: of course you’re paying for this.” I roll my eyes. “You didn’t think you were getting a freebie, did you?”
“You don’t need money.” Nate steps backward.
I follow him, not allowing his retreat. “I don’t pay my landlord in peace signs and rainbows, sweetheart.” I plunge my hand into the pocket of his pants. My fingertips touch soft cotton and my heart skips a beat.
My fastidiously neat man hasn’t discarded the handkerchief I used this morning. He has kept the soiled fabric, carrying it around with him as he moves from meeting to meeting.
My chest warms. Nate cares for me. I’m not just any woman for him. This encounter is more than a businesslike exchange of money for sex.
I remove his wallet, giving no indication I’ve discovered his secret, and fan through the contents, acting cool and detached, professional.
“Dollar bills; how quaint,” I quip, selecting a single twenty-dollar bill, thinking this should be payment enough. The hookers on TV charge by the hour and Nate won’t last long, his body already primed for my touch.
Why do you like reading about call girl heroines?
Breaking All The Rules
Nathan Lawford, Blaine Technologies’ chief financial officer, is known as the Iceman. He conducts his personal and business affairs without emotion, never allowing himself to become involved with anyone. When Nate sees something or someone he wants, he negotiates, paying a simple, set monetary price.
Now he wants Camille, the company’s green-haired intern.
Camille Joplin Trent never expected to be paid to pleasure the man of her dreams. She can’t quite figure out why this is a bad thing. Nate is intelligent, handsome, sophisticated, everything she’s ever wanted in a lover and never thought she could have. Their contract is for a month, thirty lust-filled days of making every sexual fantasy they’ve ever had come true. At the end of this month, the rules state their relationship will end.
Of course, Camille has never been good at following rules.
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Please welcome Elaine. She’s giving us a sneak peek into her Blush romance A Kiss of Promise.
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A Kiss of Promise is a Blush Historical Romance published by Ellora’s Cave on April 3rd, 2014 as an ebook. Though it can stand on its own, it continues the story of the Blackstone brothers introduced in my debut regency, Regal Reward. Fans of Regal Reward urged me to write a sequel and it’s finally available!
I admit my desire was to finish a manuscript I had already begun–A Convenient Pretense, published in 2013–before I completed the Blackstone sequel. While Regal Reward tells of York Blackstone’s struggle to regain the title lost to him when his father is falsely accused of treason , A Kiss of Promise tells of Martin Blackstone’s desire to free himself from his family scandal and seek adventure in America. He leaves the beautiful and desirous Alaina Craymore broken hearted in order to realize his dream. It’s only when he discovers that she is in danger that he is forced to face what he is truly running from.
I truly enjoyed writing the sequel, especially since Martin and Alaina’s romantic journey takes place both in England and America. As in Regal Reward, readers will be, I hope, captivated by criminal intrigue, a touch of blackmail and, of course, a sweet and sensual romance.
Adventurer Martin Blackstone escapes the stuffy rituals of England to seek his destiny in America. He leaves Alaina Craymore behind, believing she is better off without him. Suffering under the scandalous circumstances surrounding her father’s death, only Alaina’s love for Martin and the memory of their one stolen kiss have kept Alaina steady. But she hasn’t heard from Martin in far too long and cannot wait forever in the hopes that he will return from America. Just as Alaina begins to recover, one of her father’s associates emerges from the shadows with a choice—she must pose as his fiancée in America or he’ll send her brother to prison on charges of forgery. Willing to endure ruin and an uncertain future, Alaina agrees—she can do no less for the brother who’s spent his entire life protecting her. Only the man who spurned her can save her from the black mailing scoundrel and a ruined reputation.
Martin hasn’t forgotten Alaina or the kiss they shared. When word of her sacrifice reaches him, he’ll move heaven and earth to find her and make her his, no matter the cost.
Will the strong-minded, independent Alaina chose ruin over the fear that a marriage proposal has been offered out of duty rather than love?
A Blush® historical romance from Ellora’s Cave
Martin. He was there in the crowd, standing taller than those about him. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him saunter casually toward where she stood. He hadn’t seen her. She watched his agile gait, his expression, one of expectation, even determination as he strode closer to the auction gate. She opened her mouth but clamped it shut again. She clenched her fingers into the folds of her skirt—she didn’t know what to do. Should she run to him, plead for his help, or hide? Instead, she stood paralyzed. He drew closer and his eyes darted in her direction. He stopped abruptly when he saw her, nearly causing a man behind him to stumble back into the crowd.
She saw the disbelief in his features as he pushed his way through the throng, his eyes never leaving hers. Every ounce of her being wanted to run to him, while a warning within her kept urging her to flee.
“Alaina? By God, it’s really you.” He rushed to her side, breathless, grasping her upper arms. “What are you doing here?”
She stared up at him, the sensation of his strong hands on her arms, rapturous. She didn’t want the warmth that encompassed her to end. She dared to lift her fingers and grasp his forearms, feeling the heat of his body beneath his shirt sleeves. Her lips trembled. She had to get hold of herself, say something.
“Martin,” she finally breathed. “I-I, I never expected to see you. Richard…” she swallowed as the story she must tell him, formed in her mind. “I have come with my brother. He is here to handle some business affairs. He is in there.” She pointed past the gates, in the direction where Philip had disappeared. “He wanted to look at the items at auction. He preferred I wait here.” She was amazed that she could utter even a sound or put a sentence together. She’d believed she could fall no further, yet she’d become worse than disgraced, she’d become a shameful liar. Would he believe her? She continued, the words invented as she uttered them. “My maid is over there, on the bench.” She waved a hand, thankful the bench was now fully hidden by the crowd moving forward.
“I have thought of you often. And to see you here, I’m speechless. Are you…how was your voyage? How long have you been in Boston?”
She realized that he was as tongue-tied as she and just as shocked at their meeting. Somehow, she needed for him to leave her. Her prayer had been answered only for her to realize how futile it was. As soon as she’d spoken her brother’s name, only seconds before, she had regained her senses and her purpose. She could not involve Martin, not now. Phillip would return at any minute. She feared his reaction if she saw them talking. She had to complete her mission alone and deny her dreams.
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Elaine holds a BS in English Education from the University of CT and an MS in Educational Leadership from Central CT State University. When she’s not writing, she teaches public speaking part time at a local community college. She enjoys drawing, kayaking, traveling, and most of all, being with her husband Drew, her children and grandchildren. While her newest release, A Kiss of Promise, leads her characters from England to American shores, her present work, still in the manuscript stage, takes place in New England and deals with prejudice and its power over love. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, CT Romance Writers (CTRWA) and Charter Oak Romance writers (CORW). Elaine is available as a speech coach and presenter to help authors hone their public speaking skills.
I’m thrilled to have Lisa back here today.
She’s giving us a sneak peek into Dark Velvet. Love the title and the cover!! :)
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Thanks for having me back, Tina.
I’m here to share more about my new release, Dark Velvet. It’s the first part of a paranormal erotic romance series set on a remote New England island. If you love dark heroes and a what Paranormal Romance Junkies calls “insanely hot chemistry” between the main characters, this may be for you. PNJ gave it 4 ½ fangs, writing, “Looking for a sexy vampire novel? If so, then this is definitely a must buy!”
Antoine is more than a sexy vampire. His background as a promising artist in France and characteristics related to his species has made him tortured, conflicted. Creating an art colony at the medieval castle has given him new purpose in life. But when Savannah arrives for a residency, his plans are derailed as his game of seduction unfolds.
Intrigued? Here’s a blurb and excerpt:
Chateau Seductions series
Grad student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted as a resident to a prestigious art colony. Where else would she be able to focus on her craft of writing poetry in a setting like that of the medieval-styled castle? The remote New England island is a respite from her hectic city life. When she meets her benefactor, a mysterious French sculptor, her expectations for carefree days writing near the ocean are distracted by unprofessional fantasies about her sponsor.
Antoine Chevalier built Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island to bring purpose back to an existence that has lost meaning. He’s wandered the earth for decades and finds solace in returning to art. When Savannah applies for a residency, something about her words touches him. After her arrival, a physical attraction grows between them, which he struggles against. She deserves more than someone of his kind.
Antoine proposes they become lovers during her stay. But the situation turns complicated when Savannah discovers his secret. She had suspicions about his identity, but finds the truth overwhelming. Consumed by her desire for Antoine and faced with a tough decision, she is blind to the danger that has arrived at DeRoche Island.
New adult / paranormal / erotic romance
Savannah’s fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back and then the definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She pictured Antoine bent over the sculpture, brows furrowed in concentration, losing sense of time as he polished each portion to perfection.
“Do you like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard chest, and he caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the castle spoke in that smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”
“No, don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear.
He took her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm. Her bottom lip quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the marble piece. She thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t witness her nervous reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors. This was not the way for a young protégée to behave in front of her benefactor. He owned the castle, created the art colony here where she was attending on a poetry scholarship—she shouldn’t go gaga simply from his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.
“It pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down the figure’s chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked watching you admire it.”
His voice alone sent flames rippling through her. Every nerve in her being lit with awareness in reaction to him. In the months since they’d met, they’d never been alone in such proximity. Weeks of heated looks from afar had inflamed her desire so the slightest touch became intimate, strengthening her need for more.
Sounds of approaching voices indicated this evening’s performance in the chateau would soon begin. Several of the musicians in the art colony had collaborated on orchestral pieces they wanted to play in front of an audience for the first time. As fellow artists in residence, they sought the support of fellow residents.
Antoine kissed her hand like a suitor in a bygone era. “I hope you enjoy the concert, Savannah.”
Her lips parted, opening and closing like a fish while she thought of what to say. When she mustered up the courage to turn and face him, he had already left the room, filling her with both relief and disappointment. Unaware she’d been holding her breath, she exhaled deeply.
Several times over the course of the evening, Savannah caught Antoine’s dark eyes watching her. Her emotions roiled in confusion while the performers played Barber’s Adagio for Strings.The way he held her gaze without blinking made her squirm in the burgundy armchair. The rising tension and resolution from the violin and cello underscored her tumultuous emotions.
She smiled at him briefly and focused on the musicians, aware of how her heartbeat had escalated. When she glanced again at Antoine, he still watched her unabashed, as if unconcerned about what the others would think. He took a sip of Porto, nodded her way, and then returned his attention to the musicians. She sat up straighter and crossed her legs at the ankles, then uncrossed them, and crossed them again.
The attraction was becoming more difficult to ignore. In light of how he breached the physical distance by touching her so earlier, she feared she’d be unable to keep her desires hidden much longer. She’d developed an instant crush since she arrived at the castle three months before. How could she not be—he was a renowned sculptor with a devastating, dark appeal. What was she to him than just another young resident who would be gone in three months, replaced by another.
Was she reading more into the brief exchange than was warranted?
It’s just a look. Only a casual glance my way. Even as she attempted to fool herself, she knew she was full of shit.
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I’m delighted to have Melissa here today. She’s talking about love (always a good subject!), her newest release, and she’s offering a contest!
More on that later. For now, here’s Melissa…
Finding Love Where You Least Expect It
Thank you Tina for having me on your blog today. Love sometimes shows up when you least expect it. Sometimes it’s a glance across a room during your high school biology class and other times it happens when you’ve known someone for a long time. Sometimes you find your soul mate while scanning Match.com and other times, it’s a friend who sets you up. My own true love story sounds farfetched. I met my husband when I was his son’s teacher. His ex-wife was the one who pushed us to get together. I know it sounds crazy but it’s true. Doesn’t it sound like it would make a great story?
In my book Second Time’s the Charm, Lissa Vincent meets her best friend, Chloe’s ex-husband, Alex Hunter for the first time at the hospital when they are there because Chloe and Alex’s son is sick. It’s not an ideal time to fall for someone but lust and love don’t always follow a good time table. But with Alex being Chloe’s ex-husband, Lissa isn’t sure she should follow her heart. After all, she’d been the shoulder Chloe had cried on over all the horrible things that Alex had done. But when the love bug bites, we don’t always have the choice.
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A middle-aged divorcee with two children must find her way back to love after a devastating divorce leaves her with no self-confidence in herself or even in love. Lissa’s ex-husband has shredded her self-esteem, so she has thrown herself into her children and job.
An emergency life threatening illness of her best friend’s son puts her on the path to romance. Lissa finds her new love in an unexpected way…introduced by his ex-wife.
Who knew that first time loves could lead to second chances?
Dressing for another long day as a receptionist at a local pediatrician’s office, I went to rouse my children. There’s something profound about watching your child sleep. Not wanting to wake them but knowing that our time in the morning is limited before work and school, I playfully mussed the boys’ hair and called their names.
“Scotty? Mac? Wake up. Come on you two, time to rise and shine. After all, it is cold and flu season!”
As the boys wiped the dreams from their eyes, I smiled and watched them come aware of the world around them. Their little furrowed brows showed they had to adjust to which house they were in. With Steve’s house being the home they grew up in and my apartment being smaller, they were shuttled back and forth each week so we both got a chance to be parents. That was important to both of us. Neither Steve nor I wanted to live without our children.
I was lucky. The kids came first in our lives and wanted for nothing. We had done something right, even though we could hardly talk to each other without fighting.
The morning routine over, I arrived at the office and set about getting ready for a day filled with sick, screaming children, frustrated parents, and a gallon of hand-sanitizer. Never failing to disappoint, the phone began ringing off the hook around eight o’clock.
Starting the first of the many pots of coffee for the day, I tidied up the staff room. Chloe walked in and put her purse in the closet. “Looks like it’ll be a busy day!” Tall and regal in an Angelina Jolie sort of way, Chloe was everything I wasn’t. She would’ve been easy to hate if she wasn’t so darn easy to love. Another divorced mom, she understood exactly where I was in the healing process. She’d remarried a couple of years ago and now wanted everyone to be happily married. “You should’ve come with us to the bar last night,” Chloe entreated. “There were so many cute guys there!”
“You aren’t supposed to be noticing cute guys,” I teased.
“Oh, Mike was there and you can’t have him. But there were other hot guys.” Chloe and Mike met when her own marriage ended. Mike had been her cooking teacher at a local community college class. Chloe decided culinary skills would improve her marriageability. And while the class did nothing to improve her cooking, it did land her Mike’s heart.
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Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, an editor for a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.
Popular author Christina Tetreault is here today talking romance. Is there a better topic? :)
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Today I want to give you my opinion on Why Romance Novels So Popular and if you have a minute I would love to hear your thoughts on the topic.
Whether a sweet contemporary or a steamy historical, romance is in my opinion the best genre out there. By why is that, you may be wondering?
Romance novels unlike other types offer you a chance to fall in love with the characters while they fall in love with each other. Despite whatever events occur during the novel, you the reader, know that in the end there will be a happy ending. And everyone loves a happy ending. Didn’t all of our favorite Fairy Tales end with “And They Lived Happily Ever After”.
I also believe that romance novels are so spectacular and popular because there are so many types of romance novels available. Readers can find everything from sweeping historical novels, to sweet contemporaries and paranormals to steamy eroticas.
Every romance readers journey and tastes are different so I am going to take a minute and tell you a little about mine.
An avid reader and writer since about the age of 10, I discovered the world of romance novels a little late. I picked up my first romance novel A Gentle Rogue by one of my all time favorite authors, Johanna Lindsey during my freshman year of college. And I was immediately hooked. Soon I found myself scouring the book shelves at Walden Books and Walmart looking for another great romance. In no time I fell in love with other historical romance authors like Julie Garwood, Stephanie Laurens, Julia Quinn, and Hannah Howell. Not long after that I discovered great contemporary romances by authors like Jessica Bird, Kristan Higgans, and Christine Flynn. Next I found the whole paranormal world of romance by authors like Lynn Kurland and Jessica Andersen.
Today I read almost entirely romance romance novels from various sub-genres depending on my mood.
In addition to reading romance, I began writing them around the time I got married. For me it was just a natural progression. Besides what could be better than writing about two people meeting, falling in love and living happily ever after? Nothing, right? My first romance, The Teacher’s Billionaire came out in March of 2012 and is Free for all ereaders.
While getting published was always a dream of mine, it never would have happened with out the support of my family and OTHER ROMANCE AUTHORS. I don’t know about authors from other genres, but those who write romance are the best. They are supportive and giving. They are always willing to offer helpful advice or a kind word. And I am thankful to every romance author I have worked with along the way.
Thanks to all the support and great friends I have made along the way I published my 5th book titled The Courage To Love. In my latest book, which launches my new series Love On The North Shore, we again see Sean O’Brien who we first saw in The Billionaire Playboy.
BLURB for The Courage To Love
When Hollywood sweetheart, Mia Troy, checks into the Victorian Rose, the only things on her mind are rest and relaxation before she begins work on her new movie in Boston. That is until she meets Sean O’Brien. From the moment she checks in, Mia is drawn to Sean, a reserved man who sees past her celebrity status.
The co-owner of a successful bed and breakfast, Sean has accepted his position in life—until the day Mia Troy checks in.
Despite his better judgment, Sean can’t ignore his physical attraction to Mia. Soon he gives into his desire, telling himself all she wants is a quick fling to pass the time. As they spend time together, his feelings grow. But can love between two people from such different worlds ever last?
Sean climbed off his motorcycle and secured his helmet. It’d been a last minute decision to take his bike into the city rather than his truck. He didn’t get many opportunities to ride and the weather today was ideal—sunny and warm but not sticky and humid. Besides, he’d promised Mia a ride, and who knew how many more opportunities they would have? Already almost a week of filming had passed. His chest tightened at the thought of her leaving.
You’ve got bigger problems this weekend than Mia leaving. Anger flared at both himself and his father. Meeting with him was the only way to keep him away from the bed and breakfast, but he wished he’d never agreed to see him. After all this time he had nothing nice to say, and regardless, he’d never forgive the guy. In his opinion tomorrow afternoon was one giant waste of time.
Deep in thought, he walked the few short blocks from the garage at Mia’s hotel to The Kettle, a coffee shop at Quincy Market, where filming was taking place that day. An entire area near the coffee shop had been closed off, but that didn’t stop people from hanging around on the outside of the barricades. Earlier in the week she’d sent him a pass to get through security and promised to find him when she finished up. Breaking free from the gathered crowd, he reached the barricade and the stonefaced security guard stationed on the other side.
“Ms. Troy informed us you’d be arriving,” the guard said when Sean showed him his pass. “Come on through.” The guard announced into his radio that Mia’s guest had arrived and then pulled apart the barricade.
“Who’s he?” Sean heard someone call out as he entered the restricted area, but he didn’t turn to look.
Almost as soon as he walked in, a fashionably dressed woman with short dark hair and an earpiece approached. “I’m Avery, Mia’s assistant,” the woman said as she extended her hand.
He remembered that Mia’s older sister worked as her personal assistant, but there was nothing visual to indicate the two were related. Where Mia was tall, her sister didn’t even reach his shoulder despite the heels she wore. Her eyes were more hazel than brown and her nose was a tad too large for her face.
“She’s in the middle of a scene right now. The last one of the day. You can wait anywhere in this area.” She nodded around them. “If you need anything, have someone get me,” she said before walking away, speaking into the microphone attached to the earpiece.
Sean watched Mia and a male actor speak on the steps. He stood just far enough away that he only caught every other word or so, but judging by her hand gestures and facial expression the scene depicted a heated exchange between the characters.
Mia wiped something from her cheek and then turned on her heel. Sadness filled her face as she started to walk away. At first the other actor remained still. Then just when Mia was about out of reach, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
“You know you want to stay,” the male actor said, pulling her against him. Lowering his head, the actor claimed her mouth.
Something primal rose up inside Sean at the sight. Grinding his teeth together, he struggled to stay back when everything inside him urged him forward. In his mind he envisioned pulling Mia away and then knocking her co-star onto the sidewalk. As the kiss continued, Mia wrapped her arms around her co-star’s neck as his hands traveled lower and cupped her ass. Ruled by emotion, Sean took a step forward.
“Cut,” a voice called out.
In front of the camera, Mia dropped her arms and pulled her mouth away. He co-star, though, kept his hands on her body and his eyes locked on her face as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“You two nailed that scene. Let’s call it a day,” a man announced, walking closer to the couple.
Mia took a step back and her co-star’s hands fell away. When she spotted Sean, her lips curved into a smile and she started toward him, leaving her co-star to stare after her.
When she reached Sean, she slide her arms around him and kissed him without even a hello first. The familiar scent of her favorite shampoo washed over him and rather than diminish the primal urge to throw her over his shoulder and lock her away, it grew stronger, and he tightened his hold around her waist.
“I’ve missed you,” Mia said as she pulled back.
Over her shoulder he caught her co-star watching them. “Really? Could’ve fooled me.” The words spilled out before he fully considered them.
Mia took a step back forcing him to let go. “What’s the matter?”
“What the hell was all that?” His temper and not logic now ruled his brain.
“Do you mean the kiss?” Mia asked. “It’s called acting, Sean. It’s what I do.”
“The hell it was. Maybe you were acting, but he wasn’t.”
Mia shook her head and smiled. “You’re jealous.”
Sean crossed his arms and glared at her. “I just didn’t come here to watch you get groped by some other guy.”
“There’s nothing between Mark and me. He’s engaged.” Mia’s breath blew across his ear as she leaned in toward him and wrapped his arms around her waist again. “Besides, you’re the one who will be in my bed tonight, not Mark.”
Her admission pushed away some of his anger. Regardless of how her co-star felt, Mia stood in his arms right now. Next month another guy may be in the very same spot, but for now he had Mia all to himself.
She placed another kiss on his mouth. “Let me tell Avery we’re leaving, then we can go.”
He allowed her to lead him through the many people on the set.
“Did you park around here or at my hotel?” She navigated her way around several pieces of equipment.
“At your hotel.” He spotted her co-star coming toward them before Mia did. “Someone’s looking for you.”
The actor she’d kissed moments earlier stopped in front of them. “Is this the friend you were expecting?”
In one motion, Sean tossed his arm over Mia’s shoulders and pulled her close.
“Mark, I’d like you to meet Sean. He’s staying with me this weekend.”
Mark’s eyes were hard and full of dislike, as he looked at Sean and extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” Sean stuck out his hand and gripped Mark’s. The other man’s hands were as soft as Mia’s and he half-expected to look down and see nail polish on his fingernails.
“Have you seen my sister? We’re leaving, and I want to let her know.”
“I saw her with Brent Stockbridge,” Mark answered as his hand fell back against his side.
“Great. Thanks. See you later, Mark.”
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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
14. Losing Control - ebook
4.5 Stars – Sensual Reads; 4 Stars – The Romance Reviews
15. Shameless Desire - ebook
4.5 Stars – The Jeep Diva; 4 Stars – Sinful Sunday Book Reviews
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And I’ll be promoing Seven Sensuous Days - Book Four Appointment with Pleasure.
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Love the title. Aileen Fish, a Diva at my other site Sweet n Sexy Divas, posted this article the other day. Wanted to share with everyone here. This is a great book.
I’m so happy to be posting today on the release say of Charming the Vicar’s Daughter! This was such a fun story to write, introducing a new member of the extended Lumley family and the woman he falls for. Leave a comment to be entered in a drawing to win a copy of Charming the Vicar’s Daughter!
What’s a gentleman to do when the local Widows’ League insists on a marriage over a simple misunderstanding? How does he honor his family name without damaging that of a vicar’s daughter? For Neil Harrow, the journey to obtain a matched pair of horses for his new curricle has taken a wrong turn. While his uncle is not insisting Neil marry Rebecca Cookson, in his heart he knows it’s the thing to do.
Rebecca wants nothing to do with the popinjay who came to her aid, no matter how the situation appeared. The meddling old widows are a formidable opponent, but Rebecca will do everything in her power to avoid such an ill-suited match. As charming Mr. Harrow might be, Patience is determined to only marry a man she can love with all her heart.
Bridgethorpe Village, Cheshire, England
Neil Harrow was ready to cross the final item off his checklist. Once his cousin found him the proper pair of carriage horses, Neil could journey to London. There awaited the curricle he’d ordered with red wheels and leather squabs, thus forming the need for said horses. He was beyond eager to take up residence in the rooms he’d leased in Albany house.
His cousin, David Lumley, had other things on his mind. Neil had never seen him so distracted. Insisting they stop in the village before arriving at Bridgethorpe Manor, David had practically leaped from the carriage as it rolled to a halt in front of the vicar’s cottage. “I won’t be long,” he called out, slamming the carriage door behind him.
Neil shook his head, feeling no better than a servant in the way his cousin neglected to invite him to go along. Looking out the window at the village, he plucked at the seam of his gloves where the threads had worn thin. Now was as good a time as any to look for a new pair.
He opened the door and stepped out, grateful to be on unmoving ground after three days of travel from the Fernleigh Stud in Newmarket. They had slept in inns along the way, but those beds were never as comfortable as his at home. The air was crisp, clear, as if winter hadn’t fully given up despite the narcissus bulbs coming into bloom along the vicar’s walkway.
Neil walked up the road a short distance, grateful for the recent lack of rain that made for a dry road. The shops were on the main street, not far from the vicar’s cottage, and he soon had a new pair of riding gloves as well as some cotton evening gloves the proprietor assured him were all the rage in London. Taking his package, along with the sack of peppermint drops for his cousins, he began to walk back toward the carriage. As he strolled, he heard a voice from nearby. A sweet, cajoling, very feminine voice.
“Come, you minx. Be a dear and come into my arms.”
Neil paused, his attention fully engaged. He should leave the lovers to themselves, but the voice was like a siren’s call. She continued to utter small cooing sounds, each sound causing his imagination to summon the most delightful vision. Curiosity won out over the lovers’ need for privacy, and he stepped through a break in the hedgerow to take a closer look.
A ladder leaned against a bare black poplar tree, and the owner of that lovely voice stood high on its rungs, reaching into the branches. The object of her entreaty sat just beyond her reach. A brown tabby, its expression more bored than frightened, yawned and stretched out a single paw.
It wasn’t the scene he expected to find, to be sure.
The young woman’s boots were barely perched on the ladder rung, and her petticoat peeked beneath the hem of her skirts, delicate lace edging and all. “Minxy, come, kitty.”
She looked ready to topple the ladder. Neil’s gut tightened with each stretch of her arm, certain she would fall. He couldn’t stand there and allow that to happen. He approached the ladder. “Might I be of assistance?”
The slender young woman didn’t even deign to look his way. “Thank you, no, I’m not in need of help.” She reached up higher, fingers wiggling at the cat.
Rather than resting his eyes on her derriere, Neil studied her boots, which were even with his chest. Worn, but well made, they most likely didn’t belong to a servant. He looked around but saw no maid chaperoning the young lady. She must live in one of the nearby cottages. Her precarious, leaning perch concerned him. “It’s no trouble, I assure you. I can climb up there and bring him down.”
She didn’t budge. “Her. Minx is a she. And she doesn’t care for men.”
“Ah, forgive me.” He glanced at the cat, his lack of sleep making him rather silly at the moment. “My apologies, Miss Minx, for mistaking your sex. If you’ll come down, I shall buy you a saucer of cream.”
Now the lady pivoted, offering him a look that questioned his sanity. “I thank you for your offer, but I must insist you leave, or my cat will never come down.”
He couldn’t walk away from a woman standing on a ladder. Yet the cat looked comfortable enough to remain in place until summer. “Will you allow me to fetch a servant? A maid, perhaps, to climb the tree for you? Or a large footman to catch you when you fall?”
Her eyes no longer questioned his hold on reality. “Is this some manner of flirtation you employ? Your time is wasted on me. Be on your way.”
The boredom he’d sought to relieve melted away. Like the dish of sugarplums Cook kept from his reach when he was a boy, conversation with this young lady became too tempting to resist. “My time is mine to waste. I cannot be on my way until my cousin returns, so I might as well bide the moments here as anywhere.”
The girl squinted as she studied him. “Who is your cousin?”
“Mr. Lumley. His family lives nearby.”
“Ah, now I see who you are, and I understand. Will you badger me until I relent and let you play the gallant hero?”
Neil tipped his head at that news. Which of his cousins would be annoyingly persistent like that? Sam and Trey were both of an age to flirt with a young lady such as this, who appeared close to Neil’s twenty four years. Did either of them have an affection for her? She was more than pleasant to look upon, even with a frown marring her smooth peach-tinted skin. The brim of her beribboned hat shaded her eyes, but they were dark, like the curls framing her face. A beauty, she was. He suddenly needed to know if she was married. “I do not wish to badger you. Say the word and I shall summon your husband to play hero for you.”
Her expression went bland. “I do not seek a hero. I only with to be left to my own devices. Will you kindly be on your way?”
So, she was a worthy adversary, all the better. “I could not bear to later hear a young miss had died of a broken neck because no one had helped her fetch her kitten from a tree.”
She continued to gaze on him with no humor.
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A collection of standalone novellas from your favorite authors; A.M. Griffin, Amy Ruttan, Anya Richards, Danica Avet, Sabrina York, Cynthia D’Alba, Jennifer Kacey, Felice Fox, Mina Carter, Tina Donahue, Sayde Grace and Lynne Silver, writing hot to erotic romances about hot men brought to their knees by love.