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Ghostbusting is Boring by Delilah Devlin!!!

July 21, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 14 Comments →

All right, so I wasn’t wearing the white uniform or carrying an
ectoplasmic stun gun, but I did go on a ghost hunting expedition with
writers from the Diamond State Romance Authors this past weekend and the
ladies of CASPR (Central Arkansas Society for Paranormal Research).

And it was anything but boring, but I couldn’t think of a catchier title.
Yes, it was a very long afternoon and day. But writers are very strange
people if you didn’t know it, and we are forever curious about the world
around us and always on the hunt for a good story to tell.

We invited the CASPR ladies to speak, then had them lead us on a hunt in a
haunted hotel in Hot Springs, Arkansas. The Velda Rose hotel has a history
of hauntings, deaths, and strange occurrences. We learned about how
paranormal investigators, um, investigate. We came armed with cameras and
took pictures of “Ecto-mist”, interpreted unexplained orbs in photos, and
had a great time creeping each other out.

Now, I don’t know if ghosts exist, but I have friends who swear they’ve
seen them. Even though I don’t have any personal evidence or experience,
I’m open-minded and always willing to head out on a new adventure.

We sat in the dark in one room that’s considered a hot spot and nothing
happened. We sat in the spa in the dark and replayed tape that showed an
odd darting light that brushed down my arm and leg. Didn’t feel it. Can’t
explain it, but I’m willing to admit I got a chill watching the replay and
it was fun giggling like a nervous school girl on a camping trip sharing
ghost stories.

We even made a trip to a haunted graveyard, and there the weirdest thing
happened. My sister and I, armed with camera and flashlight, walked up to
a gravesite and shone the light at a worn headstone. I read the name as
“Ghost” to myself, then heard my sister mutter, “Weird name. Ghost.” We
shone the light a second time and saw the same thing again. Then we read
the headstone next to it and read “Johnson.” When we came back to the
“Ghost” headstone, this time, it read “Johnson” as well.

It’s entirely possible we were influenced by our creepy doings of the
night, but I’m holding out for another possibility. I’m a writer after
all.

Have you had any unexplained and eerie experiences?

Welcome Guest Blogger Delilah Devlin!!!

July 21, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 6 Comments →

Happy Monday!! We are starting the week off with the wonderful and witty Delilah Devlin.

Delilah will be discussing Ghostbusting and her newest release THE SHADOWLAND WARS: SIN’S GIFT now available at Ellora’s Cave. Please he us welcome Delilah to the junkies blog.

Until recently, award-winning romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse!

For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

THE SHADOWLAND WARS: SIN’S GIFT

Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: 978-1419915789
Genre: Paranormal; Urban Fantasy
Format: eBook
On Sale: June 25, 2008

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 Police Officer Sinead O’Rourke returns to duty months after being shot in an incident that also claimed her partner, Danny. Despite being cleared of any negligence, Sin knows her fellow officers wonder whether she’s partially responsible for his death. One more problem is that everyone knows she claims she’s seen Danny. After months of rehabilitation and counseling, and lying like hell about the fact she’s not seeing spooks anymore, Sin’s determined to get back into the saddle. But her first day back in the patrol car, Sin sees something more horrifying than the ghost of her dead partner and enters a deadly new world.

Jake doesn’t want to partner with Sin. Been there, done that—couldn’t keep his hands off her the first time around. She’s too much of a distraction and her penchant for rushing into trouble scares the hell out of him. Despite wishing she’d quit her job, he’s still deeply attracted. When an armed robbery goes down and something happens that rattles Sin to the core, he’s right there—ready to cover her back and her sweet body.

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Is All That Research Necessary? by Carolina Valdez

July 18, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News No Comments →

Tie ’Em Up, Hold ’Em Down will be released by Amber Quill Allure August 10th, and as I began it I wondered if I was crazy to tackle a novella involving slow pitch baseball, firefighting, and search and rescue. After all, it was a big chunk, and I was the one crafting the story. I didn’t have to do this! Call me dogged – or maybe just plain stubborn – but I stuck with it.

You need to understand those subjects weren’t entirely new to me. That gave me the courage to use them. The men in my family had played baseball while I cheered from the sidelines. Training to be a MIC (mobile intensive care) Nurse many years ago, I’d spent twenty hours in a fire station, hanging out and riding with their paramedics. That gave me an atmosphere from which to create my own station and a glimpse into how they lived while on duty. There are no women in this novella, but I’d recently seen a presentation to eighth grade girls by a female firefighter, and I even knew the seventy-pound weight of their backpacks was the same whether carried by men or women.  

I’ve watched the Dog Whisperer on TV, seen TV specials on search and rescue teams, and, in my Sisters in Crime chapter meetings,  heard an expert on search hounds who breeds Bloodhounds.

No matter how familiar the subjects I’d chosen were for me, I’d have been a fool to avoid researching each one. The tools I used included the Internet, personal interviews and the local library, with its interlibrary loan system, periodicals, books and videos. I could have accessed the Internet in the library if I hadn’t had my own computers. 

As an example, I decided to use a Bloodhound, but what colors did they come in? How much did they weigh? An email contact with a breeder gave me that information. I decided which color I liked and gave my hound a name. An Internet look at search and rescue teams gave me clues as to other hounds used and revealed that some are air scenters and others are ground scenters. Since Bloodhounds are ground scenters, I chose an air scenter as my second dog. A look at online photos of the SAR team in my county as they assembled to train sparked the opening scenes of my story.  

As for firefighting, I spoke by phone with a battalion chief, stopped firefighters when I saw them ready to leave a call or found them in the supermarket. Did they sleep dormitory style? Who was in charge on a call? Yes, they still come down poles and only have one minute to hit the mat at the bottom once the alarm sounds. A loudspeaker tells them the nature of the call and what to roll. The captain confirms it via radio.

Since I was writing about gays, I didn’t have the courage to ask for a tour of the main firehouse in my town.

I checked my town’s firefighter job descriptions online. Googling firefighting equipment and gear led me to ask about the mat and the boots and suits they use on different calls. I saw yellow suits in the back of an engine when I spoke to some men leaving a call up my street. Yes, they leave their suits in the truck or engine.

Well, what do you know – there are trucks and there are engines! Different purposes for various calls. 

Obviously, I wasn’t going to use all the information in my story, but it would’ve been stupid not to look in depth for more than I’d personally experienced. I guess the short answer to the question posed in the title is: YES…all that research IS necessary. It makes your story ring with authenticity.

Carolina Valdez – Where passion unlocks the sweet ecstasies of love

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Welcome Guest Blogger Carolina Valdez!!!

July 18, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News 2 Comments →

Welcome to Friday and our last guest for this week. We have been jammed packed here at the Junkies blog and I like to thank all of our guest for sharing their time and writing with us.

Carolina is offering up a contest. Details are at the end of this post.

Like most authors, Carolina Valdez began to write stories when she was eight. However, she didn’t discover she was a writer until she’d married her college sweetheart, become a new mother and had earned a bachelor’s degree in nursing and an advanced degree in health education and administration. During her nursing career, she published and won awards for articles in professional journals, profiles, children’s stories, inspirationals, short stories, poetry and newspaper pieces. In 2004, she became a writer for Amber Quill Press in their AQP, Heat and Allure lines when she was a winner in their first Amber Heat Wave Contest.

Carolina lives with her husband in sunny southern California.  She’s a member of Sisters in Crime/Los Angeles, and the Orange Country California, Passionate Ink, From the Heart and Hearts of History chapters of  Romance Writers of America.

Tieemup Carolina 

They knew it was dangerous to be gay in the all male, macho world of firefighting, but when Dane Garrison and Bear Barrington are forced to sleep together, the barriers to expressing their love and satisfying their hidden lust for each other break down. Bear, terrified for them both if they’re outed, shuts Dane out when they return home as if their passion had never existed. But Dane wants this man in his life forever, and, more aggressive and secure, he fights against Bear’s resistance to their relationship. How he will win, or if he will win, will seal their fate forever…

 CONTEST:  Sign up by July 31, 2008, for my newsletter at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sweet_ecstasies for a chance to win a free download of  my latest Amber Heat release, Woman in Black Lace. 

Carolina Valdez – Where passion unlocks the sweet ecstasies of love

<>http://www.carolinavaldez.com
Available NOW http://www.amberheat.com/WomanBlackLace.html
Available AUGUST 10 http://www.amberallure.com/TieEmUp.html
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Why write romance novels? by Anita Birt

July 17, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 14 Comments →

Why write romance novels? Why read romance novels? They are never classified as “literary.”  It’s as if they are unworthy yet romance novels are read and enjoyed by millions of women around the world. Many of us need a mental health break from the stresses and strains of life. Pick up a romance novel, historical, contemporary, fantasy, and enjoy. A happy ending is guaranteed and isn’t that how we would like our lives to end? Happily? The very last line in Alistair MacLeod’s wonderful book, No Great Mischief, speaks to me. “All of us are better when we are loved.” That’s why I write romance.

Welcome Guest Blogger Anita Birt!!

July 17, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 35 Comments →

It’s Thursday, the weekend is almost here and the blog has been jumping. Keeping up the pace here at Junkies today is always a pleasure. 

Please help us welcome Anita Birt to the Junkies blog.

 

  Anita Birt writer, avid reader, knitter lives on Vancouver Island with her husband, three African violets, a Christmas cactus that never blooms at Christmas and a demanding computer that sulks when neglected.          

For Anita, writing romance novels is like having a love affair with words. Characters emerge. Plots develop. Crises erupt. Her historical stories are set in England, Scotland and Wales, countries she knows well.  

 Anita Brit

 

 When Ellie Paxton accepted the position of Nanny with Computer Skills to care for three month old, Nicki Blesnicoff she cheerfully moved to her employer’s mansion located deep in the Cascade Mountains in Washington. She’d save money, rescue her sinking bank balance and revive her credit cards. Private re-hab to treat her shop-a-holic problem. What she hadn’t factored into her new job were threats of rape, torture and death by armed thugs who invaded the mansion during the absence of Nicki’s parents. A city girl not given to feats of derring-do, Ellie wrapped Nicki in a soft blanket and escaped with him into a dense, terrifying forest. At midnight. 

As dawn light filtered through the trees, Jack Merano and his two tracking dogs found Ellie huddling with the baby. A nanny and a baby. What could be more innocently appealing? Rescuing her and the bay from the dangerous forest was the easy part but soon enough Jack learned there was a price on Ellie’s head and a master criminal stalking her.

 Excerpt for Too Young To Die by Anita Birt 

Misery dogged her footsteps. Her feet hurt. Her legs ached. Being scared out of her wits didn’t help. For Nicki’s sake she had to keep going. Had to reach safety.

She plodded on. What time was it? How long had she been walking? Had she made a mistake leaving the house? Maybe she could’ve bargained with the man in black, given him access to the computer in exchange for her freedom.

She shook her head. Not in a pig’s eye, her mother would have said. Why a pig’s eye? Ellie wasn’t sure and shifted the baby from one arm to the other to ease her tense shoulders.

Do pigs know who to trust and who not to? She puzzled over that. Miss Piggy might know. Don’t trust the boss man.

“What do you think, Nicki?” He slept peacefully in her arms. Every step wearied her. Her legs had taken on a life of their own. If she got out of the forest alive and in one piece would her legs know how to quit?

She stopped for a few minutes to catch her breath, glanced around and suddenly realized she could see. A faint pink glow filtered through the leaves overhead.

“Nicki, honey, I think it’s getting light.”

When had they left the house? Midnight?

Her spirits lifted. People lived and worked in the Cascades. Maybe she’d find a logging camp or a house with helpful people who’d phone the police.

She longed to rest. Longed to put Nicki down safely. Longed to sleep.

She plodded on. One foot followed the other. Don’t stop. Keep moving. The forest had to end somewhere.

“Oh no!” She choked on the words.Two large dogs bounded towards her. Hackles raised they approached stealthily. She huddled Nicki in her arms and buried her face in his blanket. “They’ve sent tracking dogs. We haven’t a hope in hell of getting away. I did my best, sweetie.”

The dogs circled, closed in and sniffed at her and the baby. “Don’t bite,” she pleaded.

Torn to pieces by dogs or shot quickly? She’d choose the gun. Quick and easy if they aimed at her heart or blasted a hole in her head.

As for Nicki. Please God don’t let Nicki die because I failed him. 

the sound of a loud whistle the dogs stiffened. A man emerged from the trees, a threatening rifle slung over his shoulder. The dogs left Ellie and stationed themselves beside the man, their eyes remained fixed on her.

The man walked up to her, frowning. “In the name of all the saints and the Pope himself, what are you doing here with a baby?”

Ellie backed away and bumped into a tree. “Don’t kill Nicki. He’s only three months old. He’s innocent. He doesn’t deserve to die.”

Nerves strung to the breaking point she sank down on her knees. Eyes blurry with tears she gazed up at the man.

“Give me a few minutes to pray then shoot me. Promise not to kill the baby.”

He knelt beside her. “I don’t kill babies and women.” He pulled a red and white polka dotted hanky from his jeans pocket and handed it to her. “Dry your eyes and tell me what you’re doing here. This is private land. No trespassing. Didn’t you see the signs?”

Crackling laughter erupted from Ellie’s dry throat. “No trespassing.” She rocked back and forth. “No trespassing. That’s very funny.”

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stop laughing. She’d been through too much. He’d caught her trespassing. Where was she? Would he shoot her for trespassing? She clamped her lips together choking back the laughter.

The man slapped her sharply on the side of her face. “Stop it, you damned fool. You’re scaring the baby.”

She jerked sideways and punched his arm. “What do you think you’re doing?” The hysteria died.

“Stopped you screaming, didn’t I?” He smiled showing even white teeth. Even in the early morning light he was better looking than George and the man in black.

Intelligent eyes. No boxing scars. Probably an expert tracker.

“So what’s next?” Too tired to think clearly Ellie waited for the end. He said he didn’t kill babies and women that’s so she’d calm down and make an easy target. A sitting duck and a duckling.It wouldn’t hurt much. A single shot would do the trick.

“Kill me and get it over with.”

“Stop babbling about killing. Got that? Explain what you’re doing on Vinnie’s land.”

Ellie shook her head. If he wasn’t one of them she was safe. But was she? Whoever raided the Blesnicoff’s home would be searching for her and the baby. She’d witnessed the carnage, could identify two of the men.

Sucking in a deep breath, her brain spun out of its death spiral and emerged intact with an alibi. No way would she tell him her name. He might hand her over. She used his hanky to wipe her sweaty, teary face and plucked a name from the past—her high school English teacher.

“I’m Sarah Hargreave. I’ve run away from my husband.” She raised her head. “He threatened me and the baby.”

The man’s gray eyes darkened. “Did you spend the night in the forest?”

Ellie nodded. “I had to or he’d have found us.”

“Then you’re damned lucky. There’s a cougar lurking in the neighborhood. It killed and mauled some range cattle. Good job it didn’t find you.”

A stalking cougar was too much for Ellie. “We could’ve died,” she wailed and sagged against him.

“But you didn’t.” Grasping her hands he stood and helped her up. “You’re worn out. I’ll take you to my cabin. You can rest there.”

“Is it far?” She’d walked all night. Her nerves were frazzled. The soles of her feet burned. Her ankle throbbed. If he said a mile she’d never make it.

“I’ve got a vehicle.”

Ellie almost kissed him. “Show me.”

For now she had to trust him.

Anita

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Welcome Back Guest Blogger Leila Brown!!!!!

July 16, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 10 Comments →

We love when authors come back and visit us. Please help us welcome Leila back once again to the Junkies Blog. 

Dirty Little Secrets
 
Everyone has one. It can be something you did. Something you said. Or for me something so wild the only way to do it is in my dreams or more precisely in the stories that I write.
 
My dirty little secret is that I love ménage romance. How can two people fall in love with the same person and it not tear them apart? How does the everyday life work with it?
 
Well, earlier this year I decided to explore that little twist. I, being the ultimate paranormal lover, decided to throw a twist in my story. My story, A Chance Encounter, is about what happens when twin Faeries find a woman that both want. I put constraints on my men. They have to become involved in a ménage relationship because she is a pure blooded Faery and they are half-human. The only way to bond with her is if they both agree.
 
Here is the blurb and a short sneak peek.
 
Leila Brown
 
A Chance Encounter
By Leila Brown
 
Heather Crane makes a living helping couples become trios. After a chance encounter with one of the Grey brothers, she must put her knowledge of threesomes to personal use.

Julian and Lucian Grey want Heather for what she is and what she can do. But it’s not until they learn who she is that they truly understand what a treasure they have found. And they will do anything to keep her safe and satisfied.
 
Excerpt:
 
Heather raced to her bedroom, grabbed the small suitcase, and was at the door before she sensed that someone was in her house. She’d been so close. So fucking close.
“Leaving?” a velvety voice asked from her dark kitchen.
“Whoever you are, get the fuck out of my house. I didn’t invite you in.”
“You opened the door to me earlier. I’d call that an invitation.” another voice interrupted from her bedroom.
The same voice from this afternoon. The damned delivery guy. “Look. You were delivering a package. I never invited you in.”
“You touched me.”
“That was an accident. You dropped the files.”
“No. You dropped the files. I was helping you pick them up.”
“Look, why don’t we call this an honest mistake, and you can leave.” The door was close enough that she should be able to get out of it before they reached her.
“I don’t think so.”
“I don’t even know you,” she turned toward the new guy, “so I know I didn’t invite you in.”
She gasped as two men stepped from the shadows. Both looked like the deliveryman from earlier today. Her heart jumped. Their dark hair was cut in the same cropped style, barely hitting their ears. Mirror images. Almost. The angrier one had the slight point at the top that most Fae possessed.
One smiled at her with a slightly lopsided grin, the other frowned. They both sported full lips. Lips just right to latch onto her pussy and suck her straight into an orgasm.
“If you invited him in, you invited me in, too.”
“Fuck.” Heather didn’t even bother trying to explain away what happened earlier. She dropped her bag and reached for the door. She opened it far enough to get a nice windy burst of night air before it jerked out of her hand and slammed shut.
Now would be a good time to be able to kick some ass. Too bad she couldn’t fight worth a damn.
 
 
Okay now that you know my dirty little secret, how about sharing yours. What is the little naughty thing people would die if they ever found out???
 
 
 
Leila Brown
www.leilabrown.com
www.leilabrown.blogspot.com
~Addictive Erotic Romance You Can’t Resist~

Welcome Guest Blogger Kathryn Lively!!!

July 15, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News 2 Comments →

It’s Tuesday and I am pleased to welcome Guest Blogger Kathryn Lively to the Romance Junkies Blog. She’s been gone a bit, but she’s back now and we are thrilled to have her join us.

Please give Kathryn a warm Junkies welcome!! 

Hello, Romance Junkies! Thank you for allowing me to visit today. After
nearly a year of self-imposed exile, I’m pleased to have an original
release through Phaze Books http://www.phaze.com to share with M/M
readers.
Why, Why, Zed? is part of the Urban Phaze lines, stories set in big cities
with big passions, and mine is Toronto.

Click here
http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Why+Why+Zed? to order this sizzling M/M short for only $2.
And while you’re here, how about an excerpt and a contest (see the bottom)?

Why Kathryn Lively

BLURB: A cryptic phone call to Cameron “Zed” Zedmore’s cell reveals a plot
to steal away Zed’s live-in love, Nick. Devestating the thought of
infidelity is, Zed realizes he can’t blame Nick for being tempted to
stray, as Zed’s work has kept him in the lab, and out of their bed, for
long hours.

Nick loves Zed, but isn’t crazy about being a “house husband” anymore. He
has needs Zed won’t meet, and when another friend offers help in that
department, Nick is tempted to accept. But then Zed comes home early…

* * * *

Just in time.

Across the living room, through the feathery, fake plant strands in the
vase on the back couch table, he could see two heads poking up from the
patio loveseat. They bobbed and rolled in the unmistakable synchronous rhythm of an intimate act. Zed detected no other activity beyond that—he
couldn’t tell if Nick had a hand pressed to Danny’s alleged bulge—or vice
versa. Were that the case, it would end now.
A pang seized his heart, and he swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat. To see the actual infidelity, or at least the beginnings of it, bothered him more than expected. He didn’t think he could stomach the
scene had he arrived ten minutes later, assuming progression to something
more hardcore would take that long. His first instinct to charge forward,
like the lover scorned, faded quickly. His indifference toward the
relationship caused this—Zed knew he had no right to be completely angry.
He brought this on himself, and it was up to him to make amends.
He backtracked silently to the open front door then guided it forcefully
to a foundation-shimmering slam. “Nick?” he called out in question, trying
not to sound too eager, “You around?”

He knew, of course, where to look and what to find. Those resting heads,
once joined at the lips, had now positioned themselves on opposite ends of
the couch. Sotto voce, curses filled the closing gap between him and the
patio along with the sound of a foot scraping the concrete—no doubt, a
last minute attempt to hide any visual evidence of the pungent smoke
filling Zed’s nostrils.

At least, it seemed, it was good stuff.

A large, opened bag of tortilla chips rested on Danny’s lap. Zed wanted to
snicker, thinking of the surprise crinkling the bottom of the bag, inward.
Nick crossed his legs tightly and blinked several times, but Zed could
tell his lover was clearly riding the high that encouraged his earlier,
and potential, behavior.

“Hey, you,” Nick’s voice cracked with worry. “I didn’t expect you back so
soon.”

“I had a sudden change of heart,” Zed said pleasantly. He chose to ignore
the lip of the bong, peeking from the ruffled dust skirt of the ottoman,
and moved around so he could face the two men. They resembled guilty
teenagers with their heads bowed, caught red-handed, red-eyed, and
purple-cocked. “Nice day to be sitting outside,” he observed, gazing
toward the spacious backyard.

“Yeah, I figured you’d be on the course all afternoon,” Nick mumbled. “I
called you at work when your cell was busy.”

“I did too, but on the way there, I decided there are better things I
could do with my time.” He looked at Danny, narrowing his gaze.
“Unfortunately… Danny, is it?” He should have taken more care to know the
men Nick chose for friends.

Danny looked away in silent escape, as though affirming his identity might
secure some kind of punishment. Finally, a short nod bowed his head.

“Danny, I had hoped to spend some quality time with Nick, alone. I don’t
mean to be rude.”

“Not at all.” Danny’s response came swiftly, matching his sprightly leap
from the love seat. Brushing off tortilla crumbs, he smiled at Nick and
made a phone gesture to his ear with his left hand. “See ya.”

Yeah, we’ll be changing our phone numbers later tonight. Zed only smiled
and waved. “Later,” he said, a bit too placating. He waited for the front
door to slam before turning his gaze on Nick, who cowered and hugged
himself for protection. “Why are you sitting like that?”

“Are you going to hit me?” He sounded small and frightened. Had to be the
weed enhancing his lover’s paranoia, Zed decided. He had never raised a
hand to anybody, especially Nick. The mere suggestion made Zed feel
guiltier for his recent neglect.

He knelt before Nick and placed a hand on his bouncing knee. “Why would
you even think such a thing?” he gently chided. “Have I ever done anything
to suggest I could become violent with you?”

“No,” Nick said, looking somewhat remorseful for having asked the
question. Zed could sense, though, the next words forming on the man’s
lips. At least if you hit me, you’d be touching me. Wrapping himself in
his own concerns at work really had put the burden of loneliness on Nick
if negative attention was preferred over none at all.

Zed smoothed the palm of his hand down Nick’s bare calf, then back up his
thigh, to the cuff of his shorts. His touch left a visible trail of raised
flesh and Zed watched the skin quiver. Farther back, the bulge tenting
Nick’s shorts increased. A few minutes later, that delicious cock might
have been in another man’s mouth.

Just in time. He’d come home to stop to Nick from making a mistake and to
rectify his own.

“I love you, Nick, from the day we met. I’m sorry for shutting you out
like I have these last few months.”

Nick straightened a bit, his features softening.

Zed squeezed his eyes shut, mentally forcing back his next words. He
wouldn’t blame any of this on Nick. He wasn’t going to ask Nick why he
hadn’t made his feelings known. Lost in his fog, he wouldn’t have noticed
any signals from his lover. Most assuredly, Nick had said or done
something, but he just didn’t acknowledge it.

He would enjoy making up for lost time and see that Nick did the same.

“Let me see that gorgeous body of yours,” Zed whispered.

Nick looked unsure of himself at first, as though surprised to hear such a
proposition. Zed bit back a laugh when Nick apparently recovered from his
shyness and let his shirt slip over his head, flying to one side. The
rhythmic rise and fall of Nick’s bare chest—tanned and smooth—hypnotized
Zed, and his mouth watered at the prospect of taking one of those taut,
pebbled nipples between his lips.

“That’s all?” he teased. Nick retaliated by easing slowly to his feet and
undoing the button and fly of his cutoffs. Off came Nick’s underwear then,
and Zed was pleased to spy a patch of dark hair concealing Nick’s
reddening shaft.

“Turn around.”

* * * *

Hope you’ll pick it up today.

To celebrate the release of Why, Why, Zed?, I’m having a free drawing!
Winner receives one download of any of my books with Phaze, Samhain, or
Liquid Silver Books, and an online gift certificate to Lindt Chocolates.

To enter, just drop an email at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com with the
subject JULY DRAWING. Deadline to enter is July 20 and winner will be
drawn on the 21st. 18 and older, please. Good luck!

Welcome Back Guest Blogger Taige Crenshaw!!!

July 13, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 4 Comments →

The summer is slowly slipping away as July head towards the half way point and I’m thrilled to welcome back Taige to the Romance Junkies blog.

Please help the RJ Staff give Taige a warm welcome.

 

Spice up your Summer

By: Taige Crenshaw 

Its summer and time for fun. I love summer. There has been so much good things that happened to me during the summer. Here are a few things about why I like summer.  

First my birthday is during the summer. Yay. Next, many years ago I started my day job which I love during the summer.  (Grin) Third, last year I had three releases during June (Seducing a God, Ellora’s Cave), July (Carnal Awakening, Ellora’s Cave), and August (Onyx Moon Rising, Liquid Silver Books). Those are just a few of the things that happen in summer months.  

Besides those things I like to spice up my summer’s.  I like to do something that I wouldn’t do in my everyday or haven’t tried before. It can range from simple as eating at a restaurant I haven’t tried before or going to a part of the city I haven’t visited and just exploring. I’ve had some great adventures stepping outside my regular and doing something new and fresh. It’s all about going out there and just having fun. I’ve met a lot of new people, explored new places and tried new things in my journey to spice up my summers. I’m still trying to decide what to do to spice up my summer this year. 

What have you done to spice up your summer?

 Seducing a god crenshaw 

Seducing a God

 Series: Olympus Unleashed ~ Book One

EC Special Theme ~  Naughty Nuptials

Publisher:  Ellora’s Cave E-Book ISBN #: 978 14199 11453

Genre: Paranormal/Light Bondage  

Paula Stroker can’t wait for all the hoopla surrounding her sister’s wedding to be over. At least until she meets the most interesting man. Each time she thinks she gets near him, he disappears. What’s a girl to do? Engage in the rules of seduction and hang on for the ride. 

God of Matrimony Markus M’ar Riage is often overlooked for the flashier Gods. His track record is impeccable except for the Stroker family. Now he has another chance. The only problem is the bride’s sister, who is a decadent distraction. What can he do when confronted with his ultimate temptation? Be seduced and hope it all works out in the end. 

Let the seduction begin.   

Taige Crenshaw has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book.  It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance.  

With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s.  

Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people  and far reaches of the world in her novels. 

Taige is an multi-published author with books available at Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books and Total-E-Bound.

Check out Taige these places below. 

Website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com (website)
Blog:
http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog (blog)
Chat Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/crenshawcafe

Newsletter: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/newsletterandgroups.shtml

Free Reads Site: http://www.satinnotes.com

“ONE THING~” Inspiration by Kathleen Grieve

July 12, 2008 By: Jenn L Category: Latest News 14 Comments →

Lately, I’ve been listening to a song by FINGER ELEVEN called “One Thing”.  

Part of the song: 

Restless tonight

‘Cause I wasted the light

Between both these times

I drew a really thin line

it’s nothing I planned

And not that I can

But you should be mine

Across that line

If I traded it all 

If I gave it all away for one thing

Just for one thing

If I sorted it out

If I knew all about this one thing

Wouldn’t that be something

Isn’t that striking?  Makes me wonder exactly what he has that he’s tempted to give up and what would he get in return?

It is human to want something else, be someone else, be somewhere else!  We all have those days when we want to trade the daily hum drum of our existence for something more~that elusive ONE THING! 

That is why I love books so much.  It is a great escape to curl up with a new read.  I lose myself in someone else’s life, pretend I’m right in the middle of the action, trying to solve a crime or falling in love for the first time….It makes no difference.  Authors love to torture their characters.  The more misery, the better!   After reading a great book, my life doesn’t seem that bad! LOL. 

When I started writing romance, I found the entire process even better than reading.  Not only could I immerse myself in someone else’s life, I had total control over creating the chaos and then righting my hero/heroine’s lives again.  In my book, THE DOCTOR’S DECEPTION, I dangled what Dr. Stone Lassiter and Nurse  Faith Daniels wanted most in front of them, and then snatched what they coveted most away, forcing them to work together to achieve their goals.

Going back to Finger Eleven’s song, I figured if the song writer had written the song with Stone & Faith in mind, Stone’s one thing would be the need to fulfill a death bed promise.  And Faith?  She’d give anything to pass the MCAT in order to get into medical school.  They just didn’t count on falling in love!

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