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Thursday, 5 December 2013
Here is day 1's snippet to whet your appetite!
Rebecca shivered and pulled her cloak tighter as she peered out of the carriage window at the leaden sky and the snowflakes fluttering down to lie of the muddy road—some to join the gathering snow on the verges and others to melt into the mud. She hated travelling in winter and to have decided to make the journey to his grandmother’s home in Cairnvar in Perthshire was sheer madness, even though the old woman was ill.
They had spent the night in Stirling and were hoping to arrive at Cairnvar by sun down. Not that they had seen the sun today at all. The skies had been threatening snow since they had set off just as daylight had dawned.
“Are you cold?” asked Daniel, her husband of seven months. She turned her head towards him and smiled wanly. She was freezing. Her feet were like blocks of ice. But she did not want to admit as much to Daniel. She hated him to think she was weak. He had been so kind and gentle when they married—and still was. And she had been so fragile after the Earl of Newthorpe had raped her. She did not want him to stop the carriage so she could be warmed at an inn. She just wanted to get to their destination.
“I am fine,” she lied, wriggling her frozen toes inside her boots and tugging the rug over her knees.
“Come now, Lady Ramsey, you can admit it to me,” he whispered in her ear. She shuddered as his warm breath tickled her ear. He was using that voice that he used in their bedchamber.
She watched as he tweaked the buttons of his great coat and pushed it aside, then squeaked a protest when he scooped her up and sat her on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she settled against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder as he pulled her blanket over both of them.
“Sharing body warmth is an ancient method of staying warm,” he murmured quietly. “And your body is my favourite body.”
Smiling against his warm neck, she didn’t try to speak. She became aware of his hardening flesh near her hip and wondered how he could be aroused in such cold. But then, his arousal made her wriggle on his knee.
“Yours is my favourite body too,” she said quietly before pressing a kiss to his neck, just above his collar and cravat.
“Do not start what you are unwilling to finish, my love,” growled Daniel.
“Have you ever made love in a moving carriage?” she asked. She knew he hated answering questions about his sex life before he had chosen her as his bride but freedom he had, by virtue of being male intrigued her.
“No I have not,” he answered gruffly.
“Would you like to?”
She looked up into his brown eyes and knew his answer from the darkened gaze. She had grown accustomed to that look in the course of their short marriage. He held her gaze as, behind her back, he tugged off his soft leather gloves.
“We have been married for seven months and have four times made the journey between London and the Scottish Borders in extremely clement weather. You have never suggested we make love in the carriage. Yet when it is freezing and tumbling you should be the last thing on my mind, that is when you decide you wish to try it. And you know I cannot refuse you.”
She knew that well enough. The merest suggestion of making love when they were alone in the library of Drumbane House had him lifting her onto the desk, kissing her thoroughly before opening the placket of his breeches and plunging deep inside her.
She ran a gloved hand over the hard rod at the front of his breeches, causing him to crush her to him and press his lips to hers—plunging his warm tongue into her mouth. The warmth of his lips of her cold ones was like a balm to her and she kissed him back, hungry now for his touch as the need rose within.
He leaned her first one way, then the other as, without freeing his lips from hers, he managed to close the curtains on the carriage. Her senses were whirling as he continued to sweep his tongue around her mouth, groaning into each caress. Oh how he loved that she could make him lose control so easily.
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Wednesday, 4 December 2013
Please welcome Susan to my blog today as she shares her book, Autumn Dreams with us. Be sure to comment as one randomly drawn commenter will receive a prize package of a T shirt and 2 free ebooks (Summer of the Eagle and White Wind).
Change is Coming
The night her family came under attack changed Kangee forever. Weeks later, her mother is still missing and is feared dead--until in dreams Kangee connects with her mother and learns that her mother is trapped with an evil spirit named Ardong. Kangee is a SpiritWalker, but one without many of the gifts and talents of her people yet she is the one chosen to save her mother. How can she, a foolish daydreamer, possibly save her mother?
She turns to a young shaman for help.
Night Warrior refuses to accept his calling as Shaman. He is a DreamWalker who knows the danger of wielding too much power. Ambushed and left for dead, Night Warrior would have died had it not been for the SpiritWalker who saved his life and in doing so, has given him the same abilities. Now wields more power than he'd ever imagined. When dreams connect him to Kangee he can no longer fight his destiny.
But Evil lurks in the shadows, just a dream away. Night Warrior and Kangee embark on a dangerous quest filled with love, passion, fear and hope. Can they find the courage to defeat Ardong, free Kangee’s mother and accept their place in the world as The Choosen? Could the answers lie in their dreams?
Autumn Dreams will take you into a world filled with beauty and darkness and a love that goes beyond this world.
“I have seen the power of your people. I was healed by a SpiritWalker and the young child named Skye saved both my life and that of her sister today. There is nothing that you can do that will frighten me. Your show of light demonstrates your power but it does not scare this warrior.” He’d had enough scares that day to last him a lifetime.
The woman laughed, a long, wheezy sound that bent her over. “Spirit. Boy, you have spirit. Let us see how much.” She motioned to the bear. “Now,” she commanded.
Night Warrior focused his attention back onto the bear as it rose up onto its hind legs. Hedidn’t flinch, refused to give the old woman the satisfaction but he kept his wary gaze on the bear.
The edges of the bear blurred, thinned and shrank. Night Warrior blinked rapidly. Then stared. Just stared at the tall warrior standing in the place where the bear had moments before towered over him.
The knife in his hand fell with a soft thud and missed his moccasin-clad foot by two blades of grass. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the tall, broad-shouldered warrior with those strange eyes that glowed with a silver sheen in the moonlight.
Kangee join him. He spoke. “You did not speak of this when you explained what it is to be a SpiritWalker.”
SUSAN EDWARDS resides in California with her husband of thirty + years. She love animals and has five cats include a pair of two-year-old kittens (they are her babies) as well as two adorable Chiweenie pups named JJ and Abbey. The four youngsters in the pet department make her smile, laugh and sometimes groan each and every day. Recently, she got temporary (ha!) custody of Shasta, her daughter’s three year old, Great Pyrenees.
Susan also enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. Knitting and crochet are her current passions. She is also an avid gardener. Through her love of all things Native American, she designed a 26-foot Medicine Wheel Garden. It’s a big project but one that she loves, except when the weeds threaten. Right now, it’s uncertain who is winning this war!
You can follow her progress on her website. Camping, fishing, biking and hiking (when not hot) are other outdoor pursuits she and her husband enjoy.
She is of course, an avid reader and hates cooking and housework. While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music, including Neil Diamond, Celtic, Native American, New Age, Classical, and mood music (bagpipes and howling wolves drive my family nuts). Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.
Twitter http://twitter.com/susan_edwardsGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5051440.Susan_Edwards
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Title – Heels of Love
Series – From Love to Loathe
Author – Phoenix Rayne
Genre – Contemporary Romance
Publication Date – September 26, 2013
Publisher – G Street Chronicles
Cover Artist – G Street
When Cricket Hooper moves to Seattle she only has a couple of goals—find a job and an apartment near her friend Chelle, and basically to live a quiet, normal life. However, it isn’t long before life becomes far from normal. When a mysterious man helps get her car out of the mud after she makes a wrong turn, she finds herself in his thrall. He wines and dines her, quite literally, and before Cricket can stop it, things are steamy and serious…very serious. Cricket is thrown aback when Jyme turns out to be more than a simple fisherman, but then she isn’t telling all of her story either.
My parents planned for me, conceived me, and then birthed me. After that, things got much more boring. I didn’t do much, but I did do some things. I lived more and did more things. Then I found that I’m only happy when I write. So now, I mostly write and am, therefore, happy.
Monday, 2 December 2013
Please welcome Tera to my blog today as she talks about her new dystopian romance. Take it away, Tera!
What is your name and where do you live now?
My name is Tera Shanley and I live in Dallas, Texas. (hot weather, hot men)
*shiver* Send some my way please! So...first off, how has your week been?
Yarrrg, this week has been an everlasting experiment in…AWESOMENESS! I just had my debut novel release at the end of October and watching my little book-baby zombie-crawl up the charts has been so fun! I had a blast on a blog tour I just finished up and got to spend a lot of time with my little family. Every day was so exciting!
Please tell us about your current release.
Love in the Time of the Dead just came out in eBook and paperback on October 22nd and is a Dystopian Romance. It’s a zombie apocalypse book, but first and foremost, it’s a love story.
Laney Landry has been fighting Deads for three years with her brother and friends, but with the realization she’s immune to zombie bites, she and her team rally to try and make it to a doctor they can trust to extract a vaccine. Adventure and action paint every page, and in between the suspense, Laney must choose between two honourable men, Sean and Mitchell. One has the potential to show her there is beauty, even in this chaotic life she leads. He’ll show her how to live, not just survive. This is the first book of a trilogy, and book II, Love at the End of Days, is almost finished.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Hardest part, hands down, was writing it without access to a computer. Lightning struck our house last year and it burned, taking my precious laptop with it! It took four months of hotel living for our insurance to replace the computer, so I wrote most of the book by hand on stacks of yellow construction paper I pilfered from my children’s art supplies. Extremely difficult to do, but now I look back and I’m so glad I got the opportunity. There was something so cool about writing a book by hand, and running pens out of ink to get your imaginings onto a physical page.
Ohhh you're braver than I am. I think I would have crumbled and given up :D Did you have any say in the title / cover of your book?
Love in the Time of the Dead wasn’t the original title I’d submitted to Omnific Publishing. The LTD Team came up with the title when we worried my original one of Dead Run River didn’t tell the guts of the story. It’s in a new genre as a zombie romance and needed a hint at both in the title! Omnific was so cool with how they approached me with the new title, and since it was something I was already worried about with the original, it was an easy yes for me.
With the cover, I got way more say than I ever thought I would. My lovely publicist, Traci, asked me to find images that would provide inspiration for the book and I searched for hours and hours and got so bummed because I hadn’t even found a picture that looked like my characters. And then I ran across this image of a girl with her back turned, walking through the woods with this eerie churning sky. I won’t give it away, but the reader will appreciate who the cover girl looks like in the book. I’m telling you, it gave me chills when I saw it. I mean, humming with excitement, ‘there she is’ kind of gooseflesh rippling across my body. I presented three images for inspiration and they picked my favourite. The graphic artists at Omnific, Micha Stone and Amy Brokaw, worked so hard to bring that cover to life and oh man, I just love it so much.
Tell us, are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?
There is, but I can’t tell who without giving away Laney’s choice, and oh, I’ve worked so hard keeping that secret! Without giving any spoilers, I will say that I couldn’t stay away from the boy who didn’t get the girl in the end. He deserves his own love story, and after book one, he needs to do some work to deserve a happy ending, so he’s the hero in book II of the series.
When you started your book, did you plan on writing it as a series, or did it just grow into one?
Nope. Until the day Love in the Time of the Dead released, it was intended as a standalone novel. But then the reviews started trickling in, and reviewer after reviewer messaged me about turning it into a series. So the week it released, I started writing Love at the End of Days and the story was just right there, easy access, like it was meant to be told this way.
Yes that's happened to me too! Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
No matter what you’re going through, no matter where you are in life, there is always time for love.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
Not long. I write incredibly fast and suffer from the opposite of writer’s block. I can’t stop the stories so it’s up to my self-discipline to get them onto paper. Usually a full length novel takes me from 2-3 months to finish, novellas usually a couple weeks.
I’ll tell you a crazy story though, all true, and this will never happen again because it put me out of commission for a month or so afterwards, but, I had this idea for a trilogy of 70-75k word novels and I had all three of the brother’s stories floating around in my head, so I wrote all three novels in under six weeks. The first book took me eleven days, the second took me eight, and the third took me fifteen days. I edited tirelessly and sent them out to agents and got picked up in the first few weeks by my lovely agent, Elizabeth Pomada. From the idea of writing a book, to having a completed three book series in hand, to having them under contract with an agent was a 10 week process. Thinking about that crazy time in my life still just blows my mind!
Is there a word, phrase or quote you like?
“There’s no use crying over spilled milk.” I don’t know who originally said it, but my grandma used to tell me that when I was younger and too hard on myself and I live by it now. To me, it’s not exactly a ‘no regrets’ mantra, because I like to think I learn lessons from life experiences as I go along and part of that has to do with a regret of hurting someone, or saying something that tasted bitter in my mouth, or making a mistake. Rather, it’s a ‘let the past go’ kind of saying. Live for now and tomorrow. Don’t dwell on things that happened yesterday. I love it. I find myself saying it to my own children now.
Well, thanks so much for sharing some wisdom with us and for answering my questions. Wishing you all the best with your book!
Laney Landry has been fighting Deads alongside her brother and friends for three years. But she has a secret. She's immune to Dead bites and has to find the right people to trust with the information. Her team rallies around her to find a doctor who can extract a vaccine from Laney which could fight the virus that ended the world.
Sean Daniels leads a colony that provides her team with much needed shelter and supplies. He is obviously interested in Laney. The question is whether he's only intrigued by her as a source for the possible vaccine, or for something more. Tests for the cure might push her body beyond what it can endure, and just as she faces a ghost from her past, her longtime teammate Derek Mitchell hints at an interest in more than just her Dead slaying abilities.
Two honorable and alluring men - one colossal decision to make. Despite historically bad taste in men, can she rise above the chaos of the apocalypse and choose the one who deserves her heart? The right choice could mean the difference between surviving...and living.
Tera Shanley writes in sub-genres that stretch from Paranormal Romance, to Historic Western Romance, to Apocalyptic (zombie) Romance. The common theme? She loves love! A self-proclaimed bookworm, she was raised in small town Texas and could often be found decorating a table at the local library. She currently lives in Dallas with her husband and two young children and when she isn’t busy running around after her family, she’s writing a new story or devouring a good book. Any spare time is dedicated to chocolate licking, rifle slinging, friend hugging, and the great outdoors. For more information about Tera and her work, visit www.terashanley.com.
Friday, 29 November 2013
I'm delighted to welcome Christina to my blog today. As you may know, I like a man in a plaid as much as the next girl and I'm a huge fan of Christina's books so it's a real privilege to have her here. Don't forget to check out the giveaway below!
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She looked at him and he imagined he could see tension seeping from her. As though his words reassured. He clawed through his mind for other such words.
“It would never occur to me,” he said, “that you would ever intentionally cause distress by word or action.”
“I certainly would never wish to cause you any distress, Connor.” And then she smiled, a small, tentative smile as though unsure of his reaction.
His chest tightened, the pain jagged yet not wholly unpleasant. Strange. And as he focused on the slight tremble of her lower lip, raw protectiveness seared through him, a primitive urge to pull her close and claim her as his own to the world.
Unnerved by the power of the image, the suddenness of its overwhelming demand, his first reaction was to recoil. But instead he remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze from her, unable to sever the tenuous connection that shimmered, beyond mortal sight, in the air between them.
The fanciful notion shattered the moment of paralysis, but not the sense of protectiveness that, if anything, gathered momentum by the second. And although a distant sliver of sanity urged caution, he held out his hand.
With only a moment’s hesitation Aila placed her hand in his, and he curled his fingers around her. Such a small gesture. Yet somehow, incomprehensibly, significant.
He picked up her abandoned circlet and they began the long walk back to Ce-eviot.
Christina loves writing dark tales set in the 9th century featuring tough Highland warriors who are brought to their knees by their brave Pictish princesses.
She is published by Ellora’s Cave and Berkley Heat and has dipped her toe in the indie pub waters. She is a member of the Romance Writers of Australia, Romance Writers of America, the DarkSide Down Under Group Blog and Historical Hearts Group Blog.
Christina is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny Western Australia with her family. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
The Highland Warrior Chronicles
From the Kingdom of Dal Riada, Scots warriors Connor MacKenzie, Cameron MacNeil and Ewan MacKinnon pledge to keep the peace in the wild Highlands of Pictland. But each man is destined to fall in love with a Pictish princess - three cousins who are determined to save their beloved land from the savage invaders. Instead they lose their hearts to their wild foreign warriors.
Book 1 ~ Her Savage Scot
Book 2 ~ Her Vengeful Scot
Book 3 ~ Her Defiant Scot
Blurb for Her Savage Scot
When tough Scot warrior Connor MacKenzie rides into the barbaric lands of the Picts on a mission for his king, he never expects to be captivated by a beautiful Pictish widow. Drawn under her spell, yet unaware of her true identity, he risks everything for one passionate night in her arms.
Aila, princess of Pictland, swore long ago she would do anything within her power to help defeat the Vikings who invaded her land and murdered her husband. But after meeting Connor, her frozen heart thaws and once again she imagines a future filled with love and passion.
When Connor delivers the message from his king, Aila becomes a pawn in a deadly game of politics. Her heart belongs to Connor, but she must marry the prince of Dal Riada – Connor’s half-brother. But the fates have other plans for the star-crossed lovers as they fight their enemies and themselves to find true love.
A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Read Chapter One of Her Savage Scot
Release date: 20th November 2013
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Thursday, 28 November 2013
Please welcome Elodie to my blog today as she talks about the inspiration behind her new release!
Hi, thank you for inviting me to the blog today with my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘A Little Mysterious’.
I’m talking about the inspiration behind the book today.
I’ve had Dhruv in my mind for a couple of years, his name and his personality, but his looks and the complete story only gelled for me after a guy came into the place I work and he was ‘just Dhruv’. Right way I knew I’d met Dhruv. (Laughs)
I got the name from some work I did when I was on a traveling holiday in Australia. I had to book appointments for a company, and there was a client named Dhruv Mystery. I loved the name and stored it in my memory for future use, though my Dhruv doesn’t have a surname. Also, the sight of an entire flock of black swans swimming in a river estuary near where I rented a holiday home stayed with me until the story poured out onto my laptop after, as I said, actually ‘meeting Dhruv’.
The man, who was just passing through the antique emporium where I currently work, was just gorgeous. His looks are described exactly in the book. (Smiles)
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A Little Mysterious
He’d been sent off course…he thought he was lost…until he found Daisy.
His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town. A story of lust, love, and coincidence.
He’d been sent off course…he thought he was lost…until he found Daisy. His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town. That’s where he meets Daisy.