Archive for January, 2010

Come join RJ at Borders True Romance blog today!

January 29, 2010 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →

HTML clipboardCome blog with RJ at Borders True Romance blog on January 29th, 2010! We’ll be chatting about our TBR mountain ranges and what romance books are going on our Top 10 list of most wanted for 2010.

What about you? Can you keep your list of Romance books that you’re looking forward to most limited to a top 10 for 2010? Or are you a “Junkie” too and have a list to match ours? Share your lists and why you’re hungering for more books by your favorite authors with us and we’ll build TBR Mountain Ranges together!



Neighborhood Treasures – A park

January 28, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 1 Comment →

The other day since it wasn’t too cold of a day I took a stroll around my neighborhood. I’ve walked my neighbor many times and seen so many interesting things. This time I turned down a street I hadn’t explored before and to my delight and surprise I came across a small park. I had no clue it was there.

After walking around a little I took a seat on one of the benches and people watched. As I mentioned it was a rare warm day in this cold winter we are having and others were out enjoying it as I was. I even had a conversation with some of the other park goers. I spent a little while in the park before I made my way home. As I went home I wondered how I had missed such a neighborhood treasure. Imagine a park within walking distance.

I made myself a promise that the next time there is a warm day I would go back to the park and take a book with me. Also I am looking forward to summer so I can spend some time there. I plan on exploring more of my neighborhood. Can’t wait to see what other neighborhood treasures I can find.

McKenna Jeffries
…. sensual, edgy, unexpected

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Conquering Jazz – What’s a woman to do when she unwittingly makes a tantalizing proposition to her best friend?

Be brazen, bold and set some ground rules. Her offer. One night of carnal bliss. No emotion allowed.

His counter offer. A continued affair to fulfill all their sexual cravings.

His hidden agenda. Conquer to make sure their affair never ends.

Buy here at Liquid Silver Book.

The Ideal Author Interview – Lucy Monroe

January 27, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Book trailers, Coming Soon... Calendar of Events, Guest Blogger, Latest News 19 Comments →

Lucy MonroeAs defined by me, the author :) . . .

I thought it would be fun to share the 5 questions I wish interviewers would ask…because they’d be so easy to answer.  Yep, sometimes, you just want easy. LOL

1.  What did you have for dinner last night?

You notice I did not ask what we planned for dinner tonight, because that?  Is a hard question.  But in fact, it took me a few seconds to remember what we ate last night because my brain was flying along the African Savannah.  Oh, did I mention my current WIP (Close Quarters) is set in Zimbabwe?  Anyway, dinner last night…oh, right grilled steak (yes, Hubcap is so macho he grills in the middle of winter). :)

2.  How many children do you have?

Oh…hmm…okay, not so easy.  Three, but we have two Koren young men that lived with us for three years we consider our sons, though they have wonderful family back in South Korea.

3.  What’s your favorite color?

Yellow, for everything but what I wear.  It makes me look like my liver is failing.  Sigh…but I love the color of sunshine.

4.  Who is the last author you read?

See how this is not the favorite author question, because the answer to that one is too long.  Last author I read?  Josh Lanyon.  Current top of my TBR pile is Christine Feehan.  There, two answers for the price of one.

5.  How many pairs of socks do you have?

Oh, wait, that’s a hard one…it’s almost as bad as asking how many pens are on my desk.

5.  What color are the walls in your office?

Yellow.  Okay, so maybe that was cheating, but easy, see?

LOL, sometimes my brain just doesn’t want to think.

5.  Can we see the book trailer for Moon Awakening, your Feb 2nd release?  Those medieval Scottish werewolves are just so sexy!

Why sure!  Here it is:  YouTube Preview Image

So, wanna know the hardest interview questions to answer?

Who is your favorite character from one of your books?

This is like asking which of my children is my favorite.  I’m not stupid, if I say the wrong one I’m going to end up with baking soda in my chamomile tea.  Okay, maybe not that drastic, but seriously, how could I possibly choose?

Second only to, which book is your personal favorite?

I do have favorites from time to time, but I love all my stories and picking a favorite makes me feel like I have to say I love one more than the others and what does that say about the other story?  Paranoid, much?  Maybe a little.

Can you dance the Mamba?

Sadly, no.  Wich I could.  I do love that show, “Dancy Your A$$ Off,” though.  Which is really surprising considering how much I don’t like reality TV.

Moon CravingSo, what are your favorite questions to ask authors?  Here’s my one time offer to answer them, no matter what they may be. :)

Hugs and happy reading,

Moon Craving – Feb 2, 2010 – Berkley

As a special thank you to readers, Lucy is giving away a prize pack of pamper yourself products and paranormal romance.  All you have to do to enter is send an email with Moon Craving Contest in the subject line to moon_craving at yahoo dot com before February 28th, 2010.  The drawing will be held March 1st and the winner will be announced on her blog at

You’ve won Really Angelic

January 25, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: And Winner Is...., Guest Blogger, Latest News 1 Comment →

Kim has done the honour and randomly selected the winner for a copy of my book: Really Angelic, Pride and Prejudice with a steamy paranormal twist.

And the winner is Dina! Please send me your snail mail address at enid.wilson28 (at)

Many thanks for anyone who have commented. Happy reading!

Thanks Kim and Romance Junkies Blog for having me.

Bringing Unlikely Characters Together

January 25, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 15 Comments →

The best thing about writing is that an author can make anything happen.  Anything that can be imagined can come alive in the world of the book.  Righting wrongs of the past?  Go for it.  Travelling through time?  No problem.  Other-worldly creatures?  Bring ‘em on. 

Of course my personal favorite is always bringing two unlikely people together.  On the outside they are as different as chalk and cheese, but on the inside, where it counts, they are soul mates.  Both of their lives are better because they’ve found each other.

I brought together two of these elements when I wrote my novella “Burning Love”.  The unlikely couple is Riley, a firefighter, and Iris, a travel agent.  Home, and the house he grew up in, means everything to Riley.  He is lovingly restoring the old house his great aunt and uncle raised him in when his parents died.  He can’t imagine living anywhere else.  Iris on the other hand, dreams of exotic locations and wonderful adventures.  Her bohemian upbringing by her footloose parents makes staying in one location for any length of time feel stifling.  In six weeks she’ll start her new job as a recreation director on cruise ship and leave Portland, Oregon forever.

How will these two bridge the divide between them?  That’s where the “other-worldly” creatures come in.  Angel-in-training Angelica has messed up every job she’s been given in Heaven.  She’s sent to Heaven’s Relationship Division, where angels match mortals with their soul mates, for one last chance to redeem herself.  If she messes up there, she’ll spend the rest of the afterlife in Service Division, cooking and cleaning up after other angels, a fate Angelica considers worse than death.  Hildegard, her supervisor in Relationship Division, is dubious about Angelica’s chances for success, considering her past failures.  But when Angelica sees Iris and Riley she is convinced they are right for each other and she contrives to bring them together.  She makes a deal with Hildegard.  If Iris and Riley fall in love in the next six weeks, and stay together for their happily ever after, Angelica will become a full-time employee in Relationship Division and be on her way to earning her wings.  But if this match fails, she will immediately report to Service Division.  Can Angelica and Hildegard help Iris and Riley fall in love, or will Angelica become the best dressed angel in Heaven’s cleaning crew?  Will Iris and Riley realize they belong together before their six weeks are up?

“Burning Love” is now available from The Wild Rose Press ( I hope you’ll stop by to see how this unlikely couple finds their happily ever after, with a little help from their friends.

Jana Richards can be contacted through her website at  She participates in the group blog

Celtic Magic

January 22, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 16 Comments →

Helen Scott Taylor

I’m a great lover of all things Celtic. As I live in England, I’m surrounded by ancient ruins and other Celtic memorabilia, so I’m in the ideal place to indulge my interest. I based the fantasy world of my Magic Knot Fairies’ series on Celtic mythology and have used areas rich in Celtic myth and legend to set my stories. I’ve had the pleasure of visiting Dublin and the Wicklow Mountains of Ireland where part of The Magic Knot is set, and Wales where part of The Phoenix Charm is set. This summer I spent two weeks visiting castles and other historic sites in Scotland to do research for my third book, The Ruby Kiss that will be out at the end of 2010.Two of the most beautiful aspects of Celtic heritage are the intricate symbols and designs. When I visited Ireland, I took a tour around an ancient monastery and graveyard. The place was magical, full of beautifully decorated Celtic crosses. We also have Celtic crosses on Dartmoor in South West England a few miles from where I live.

The shape of the Celtic Knot gave me the fundamental idea on which my Magic Knot Fairies’ fantasy world is based. In my series, The Magic Knot is a magical pendant similar to a Celtic Knot possessed by every person with fairy blood. The three linked rings symbolise mind, body, and spirit. Lovers give their Magic Knot into the safekeeping of their soul mate—the ultimate demonstration of trust and commitment that binds them together in mind, body, and spirit for life.

Celtic symbols also gave me story ideas in the second book, The Phoenix Charm. My heroine is a water nymph. She has a sensual allure that her family were ashamed of, so they made her hide her natural gift by binding it with Celtic symbols painted on her skin. My heroine Cordelia has six Celtic symbols drawn on her back and mirrored on her front. These cover the energy centers of her body (also known as chakras in traditional Indian medicine).

The Celtic symbol of the maze traditionally marks the entrance to the Underworld, so this appears in the book marking the entrance to the Welsh Fairy King’s domain, as in Welsh Celtic mythology, he is also King of the Underworld.

My favorite piece of jewelry is a Celtic cross set with abalone shell that I bought when I visited Ireland to research my first book, before it was published. I’m convinced the cross brings me luck. Do you have any jewelry or keepsake that you think brings you luck?

To find out more about my contemporary fantasy series and to read excerpts, please visit my website.

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He’s Pure Temptation.

Cordelia has sworn she’ll abstain from looking into Michael’s future—particularly when the image in the gilded smoke of her divination mirror shows him half naked. Yet she can’t resist watching the sexy rascal slowly running his hand down his ribs, over his abdomen, flicking open the button on his jeans with a little flourish like a magician performing a trick.

She’s Trying To Resist.

Respectable wise woman Cordelia restrains her secret water nymph sensuality with the Celtic symbols painted on her skin. But Michael’s powerful fairy glamour leaves her breathless, off balance, struggling for control. When Gwyn ap Nudd, the Welsh King of the Underworld, steals away Michael’s infant nephew, Cordelia must work with him to save the child. But how can she trust her instincts with Michael tempting her to explore the hidden elemental depths of her nature and insisting that she believe in the power of…The Phoenix Charm.

The Mammoth Book of Irish RomanceI have a novella linked to my Magic Knot Fairy world called The Feast of Beauty in The Mammoth Book of Irish Romance coming out in late January. This story is about the people of Lir the Irish Sea god.

The Feast of Beauty

Kate’s grandmother’s dying wish is that she should return her pearl pendant to the tiny fishing village in Ireland where she was born. At the village’s Midsummer Feast of Beauty, the unearthly silver hair and emerald eyes of Esras, the wealthy local landowner, mesmerize Kate. But how can she trust her heart to a man who claims to be a sea fairy king?

To read my free fantasy-romance short story, Jack’s Garden, visit the Dorchester website.

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When I Fall In Love. . .

January 21, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News 22 Comments →

by Tina Donahue

There’s always that moment when you know, without question, that you love someone. In real life, it may be while you’re gazing into the other person’s eyes or after you’ve made love and he’s holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. It could be after an argument when he’s the first to say he’s sorry. 

In fiction, that moment can come at any time. The important thing is that it packs a wallop, moving readers with the enormity of the character’s feelings, what it means for their future, whether they can accept that love or not. 

In all of my novels I try for that wow moment when the depth of emotion can no longer be denied. I’ve had characters arguing, screaming at each other, with one or the other finally shouting the words – “I love you, dammit!”. I’ve also written quiet scenes where the realization of love washes over a character, changing their life forever. 

Deep, Dark, Delicious by Tina Donahue 

 In my most recent novel, Deep, Dark, Delicious, I decided to go for a quiet scene. In it, Eden’s speaking to her girlfriend Trish about Rafe. Torn by her feelings for him, Eden returns to her house, where Rafe’s staying, and it’s at that point she can no longer deny her love. She doesn’t say it, she doesn’t even think it, but you know what’s in her heart. Read on:  

     “This man really likes you,” Trish said, totally serious for once.

     Eden countered. “For sex. He’s normal. He’s on vacation. He’s having a good time. Good times always end.”

     “No. He really likes you.” She interrupted. “I’ve been married for five years, I was engaged for two and not once has Chris done anything that romantic or crazy.”

     “He’s an attorney.”

     “Rafe’s a chef, not a male escort or an X-rated film star, and he came up with all this stuff. So why the hell hasn’t Chris? Even attorneys carry their wives up the stairs. But not once has he done that for me.”

     “Your house is a one-story.”“Our condo wasn’t.” She sounded pissed, envious. “You can’t ask him to leave. You’d be nuts if you did.”

     She’d be screwed even more emotionally if she didn’t. “I have to. I’m not Anna Marie.”

     “The snarly kid? What does she have to do with any of this?”

     Eden dropped her hands. “I heard how his voice sounded when he spoke to her, the affection, the commitment. No matter what happens, he will be there for her and not because he really likes her, but because she’s family. She’s blood. Do you think that little girl knows how lucky she is to have parents who want her and relatives to protect her and a godfather who’d do anything to make certain she’ll never have a crappy day in her life? Hell, I still don’t know who my father is. To this day, my mother claims it’s too painful for her to talk about the so-called love of her life. My guess is she was partying so hard she’s not certain whose genes I carry. That’s what I’ve grown up with. And believe me, I’m not complaining. I had Grandma. But to hope for a guy to want me so badly he’d do anything to keep me for the rest of our lives – uh-uh. I don’t believe in that fairytale. I can’t. I’d get so damned hooked, I’d promise him anything. I’d do anything so he wouldn’t leave. And I’d end up just like my mom.”

     “Oh sweetie, that’s not true.” Trish pushed to a sitting position. She wrapped her arms around Eden’s calves, hugging them. “Even if you did go temporarily crazy, I’d be here to slap you back to reality.”

     She laughed. Tears spilled from her eyes. “I’m so scared.”

     “Of course you are.” She rested her head on Eden’s knees. “We all get that way. I threw up minutes before my walk down the aisle to Chris and we worked out just fine.”Eden wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. “He doesn’t carry you up flights of stairs.”

     “Yeah, that is a bummer. But he does come home to me every night. He oohs and ahhs at my designs even when they suck. And he tells me I’m hot when we both know only a man who’s been in prison too long would say such a thing.”

     “Stop it.” Eden gave her friend’s head a gentle slap. “No more talk like that.”

     “Or about telling Rafe to leave. See this out. See where it leads. It might surprise you.”

     A dull pain in the center of Eden’s chest said otherwise. Given all the unwanted and unpleasant surprises in her life, she didn’t think she could bear one more.Toiletries in hand, she trudged back to the house, promising herself to return for the rest of her stuff the moment Rafe left.

     At the pool, she stopped to glance up at the master bedroom’s balcony and windows. Empty. She wasn’t certain whether to be disappointed he wasn’t looking for her or worried he’d be in the kitchen awaiting her return while he cleaned up the mess she’d made.

     Please God, not that. It would be too nice, too thoughtful. She’d find it impossible to tell him she’d changed her mind, this couldn’t continue, he’d have to leave with her check for his fee. No way could she keep his funds. No way could she allow him to help her with her house or her next business venture. This had to end now.

     Teeth clenched, she opened the back door, expecting to hear his rich baritone calling her name. The whoosh of the air-conditioning mingled with the whirr of the refrigerator and the hum of the ceiling fans. She cleared her throat and waited. He didn’t say anything. Stepping into the kitchen, her gaze darted from the messy prep area to the skillet and pot on the stove and then to the grease stains surrounding the deep fryer.So, he hadn’t cleaned up. Was he still trying to reason with Anna Marie? 

     Eden’s face lifted to the ceiling. She didn’t hear him pacing the upstairs floor, nor did she hear the hum of his voice muted by distance. Was he listening to Anna Marie crying? Couldn’t he get in a word edgewise? If Eden went upstairs now, how long would she have to wait until the girl shut up, allowing him to end the call so she could tell him the bad news about his stay?

     Oh God, his tee. Her head dropped to it. She ran her free hand down the soft cotton. He’d want the garment back before he left, right? He certainly wasn’t going to allow her to keep it as a souvenir. Should she take it off now and hand it to him with her decision? Would he even be listening if she spoke to him in the nude?

     She dragged from the kitchen to the formal dining room and stopped at the table – the scene of their carnal crime. Leaning over, she saw faint smudges on the polished wood from where her ass had rested as Rafe took her orally and vaginally.

    A wave of renewed longing hit so hard she gripped the table’s edge for support. Head down, chest pumping, she relived every wonderful moment – his touch, smell, the vibrancy of his voice, the feel of his powerful body plundering hers.Had it been more than just great sex? Had there been an honest-to-god connection between them that meant something? See this out, Trish had advised. See where it leads. It might surprise you.

     Eden’s apprehension returned. She imagined herself months from now, a younger version of her mother. Crying, pleading, throwing her arms around Rafe to keep him from leaving – just as her mother had done with her many boyfriends – begging him to stay, promising to do anything no matter how wrong if he’d only love her.

     No. Hell no. That wasn’t love, it was crazy, sick. She shook her head and moved to the stairway, each step hardening her resolve. She craved Rafe as she had no other man in her life, but she wouldn’t allow herself to want him or any guy that badly. As soon as he finished his call with Anna Marie, she’d tell him the score, thank him for his offer to help, give him back his tee and wait downstairs while he got dressed and left. She wouldn’t allow herself tears or regret. She had to do this.

     On the landing, she put the box of toiletries to the side so he wouldn’t think she intended to share her room or even another minute with him. Smoothing down her hair, fingering the hem of his tee, she stepped toward the master bedroom as quietly as she could, not wanting to startle him.

     At the jamb, she listened intently but didn’t hear him saying ‘uh-huh’ to whatever Anna Marie might be crying about or reasoning with her in a patient voice.

     Torn between waiting out here to work on a stomach ulcer or going inside to tell him they had to speak, she settled on the latter.

     Her gaze shot from the cell phone in his limp hand to his beautiful body sprawled over her bed. The outside light touched the scar on his upper arm, magnifying its destruction. One leg hung over the side of the mattress, his long toes touching the floor. Steady, untroubled breaths lifted his chest. Eyes closed in sleep he looked so young suddenly, reminding her of a little boy exhausted after a busy day.

     Eden’s hands flew to her mouth, covering it to quiet her mewl. Immediate, insistent tears welled in her eyes at her urge to protect him, to comfort. Consumed with her own worries in the guesthouse, she’d forgotten about his fatigue, her telling him to take a nap. She was surprised he’d lasted long enough to even say hello to his godchild.

     She recalled his calm, loving voice as he addressed the girl. She imagined Anna Marie’s response and demands, her fourteen-year-old mind unaware of her godfather’s need to rest, to enjoy himself for a little while, to have someone care for him.Against all she’d decided, Eden knew she couldn’t wake him and ask him to leave just yet. It would be too heartless. When he awakened on his own, she’d deal with it. 

     Without Eden saying it or even thinking it, you know she loves him and there will be no turning back. In fiction, quiet moments like this are my favorite.  

Deep, Dark, Delicious is available from Ellora’s Cave.

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For today’s readers, I’m hosting a scavenger hunt contest!!! 

Rules: Periodically throughout the day I will post a question (four in all). Answers found on my website:  Keep all of the answers until the last question has been posted. Then, email me your answers at The first reader to contact me with all four questions answered correctly will win. 

Prize: Winner’s choice of ONE of the following:

1.  Adored – trade paperback

Adored by Tina Donahue

2. Close to Perfectmass market paperback

 Close to Perfect by Tina Donahue

3. Tempt Me, Tease Me, Thrill Me in the Bad Boys with Red Roses Anthology –  trade paperback 

Winner will be announced: January 23rd at this site and at my website: 

Thanks for stopping by!

Sandra Hill

January 20, 2010 By: Romance Junkies Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News 16 Comments →


    “Truth is stranger than fiction” is a quote everyone is
familiar with, but let me take that one step farther.  Truth is
funnier than fiction, too.
     When readers ask where I get the ideas for my books, I tell
them to look around them.  Life is funny.
     For example, I laughed when I watched the Dixie Chicks video
of “Goodbye Earl” for the first time because my initial reaction
was, “Wouldn’t it be fun to do a medieval version of this
storyline?”  Thus was born the premise for my upcoming VIKING IN
LOVE.  In the video, the girls kill Earl, the abusive husband of
one of them and dump him in a lake.  In my book, five Viking
princesses kill the abusive husband of one of them…an earl, of
course…and dump him somewhere really funny.
     Then there was the day my husband came home from playing
golf and said, “Guess what?  Jerry Gold’s penis (not the word he
used) has taken a right turn.”  Fictional name but a real
disease, presumably the reason Paula Jones was able to recognize
Bill Clinton’s private parts.  But this launched the idea for THE
BEWITCHED VIKING where the king’s you-know-what took a right
     Every time I see the ad for Cialis on TV, I snicker.  The
one that says if the man gets a four-hour erection he should go
to the emergency room.  Hah!  My husband says if he gets one of
those he’s calling all his friends to brag.  Anyhow, I was
talking about this at a conference last year when a nurse came up
to me and said, “You won’t believe how many men end up in the
emergency room.  They figure if one of those blue pills can
create magic, why not take two…or three…or five?”
     My best friend was having marital problems, which eventually
led to a divorce, but she called me one day and said, “You won’t
believe what my husband wants to do to cure our marriage.
Ballroom dancing lessons!”
     When one of my sons was about twelve, a girl gave him a
birthday gift.  Boxer shorts imprinted with the word “No!” all
over.  I figured, odd gift, but in those days teens often wore
boxers as outer wear.  What I didn’t realize was that these were
glow-in-the-dark undies, and when the lights went out they said,
“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!”
     Have you ever been in a beauty salon where they have warm
wax machines for hand massage?  You put a hand in and the wax
immediately hardens.  Not hard like a facial masque, but firm,
like a really tight glove.  When you tug it off, slowly, it is
the most erotic sensation.  So, my brilliant hair stylist says to
me, “Wonder what it would be like if a guy stuck his penis in one
of these?”  (And don’t think for one minute that guys wouldn’t
jump at the chance.)  Thus was born my Navy SEAL Geek’s idea for
an Internet product called in my Viking Navy
SEAL series.
     Years ago, I read a book about Casanova that said he used
halved lemons for birth control, sort of like a uterine cap.  So,
in writing VIKING IN LOVE, my hero Caedmon mentions hearing about
that practice, but they had no lemons readily available in tenth
century Britain.  His clueless men were not undaunted.  They
tried it with small, halved apples.  Hilarious!
     Tell me about some of the funny experiences in your life.
Maybe they’ll end up in one of my books.  And please visit my
website at for news, videos, free novellas,
contests, and freebies. 

Tempting angels

January 19, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News 15 Comments →

“So, you are Lizzybell the guardian angel!” he said in a low voice, and flashed her a sly wink.

She opened her mouth but did not know how to reply. Had he somehow overheard Mihaela talking to her on some occasions? She could not think of how that could possibly be true.

“How… did you know?” she asked in consternation.

“Because I am like you.” He raised his eyebrows with a smirk and continued, “PickyWickly, another fallen angel here, at your service!”

Upon hearing such a declaration, she nearly dropped her cup of tea. As she strove to gather her wits, she became most curious.

“How is that you know about me but I knew nothing about you?”

“Michael is an overworked Commissioner,” he said sweetly, “I provided him a few bottles of wine to help him relax.”

“You got him drunk!” she flashed with anger. Of course – another disappointing man. “Did he tell you other things about me?”

“Why such fire, my dear?” he continued, “Do relax. He only told me that you are a level-six guardian angel who fell to Earth sometime after I did. He did not disclose the identity of your ward, or what you have been doing with him or her. He said his angelic memory only allowed him to handle details of a case when he was talking with that particular fallen angel.”

It is lucky for me that Michael’s memory is thus limited, she reflected. I would not want this PickyWickly to know about what my ward and I had done.

“So then, who is your ward?” he asked.

“That, sir, is none of your business!”

“Now, now, I am only being friendly,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “as we are two uniquely lonely souls on this lowly world.”

Given how handsome and charming he appeared, she believed she could have found in him a nice friend. But she was particularly wary of men at the moment, and so she proceeded carefully. “I do not wish to talk about myself, but you may tell me your story, if you are so inclined.”

“Of course, my sweet.” He smiled. “According to Michael, I am a level-seven angel.”

“The lowest …” she murmured thoughtfully.

“Yes, I know, I am the lowest kind,” he said with his hand on his heart, adopting an injured expression. “But I am different from you, for I am not a guardian angel.”

“There are other kinds of angels?”

“Indeed, just as Michael is a Lost Angel Commissioner.”

“Well, then, what is your duty?”

“I am a tempting angel,” he said proudly, “responsible for tempting men and women to commit sin.”


Well, do you believe in tempting angels? If yes, what do you think of their duties?

The above excerpt was adapted from my latest Regency novel Really Angelic: a steamy paranormal retelling of Pride and Prejudice. I’m delighted to offer a paperback copy of the book to ONE of you. Just tell me what you think by commenting below before 24 January 2010 EST and you will have a chance to win the book. Entry opens to worldwide readers. To read more about my books, you can visit

Thanks Kim and every one at Romance Junkies Blog for having me.

Enid Wilson from hot and beautiful Sydney, Australia

No…um…I don’t write porn.

January 18, 2010 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 24 Comments →

Julia Rachel BarrettI felt so excited about my new science fiction romance, Captured, that I had to tell someone outside of my immediate family about its release.  I tried telling a friend who knows I write – she doesn’t know exactly what I write, but she knows I write.  I explained the fascinating plot to her and she made one comment… “Oh…you write porn…”

Up went my hackles.  No, I don’t write porn.  I write romance.  Huge difference, woman.  It’s the difference between the sensuous, exciting, riveting dance scenes in the musical Chicago and an indifferent lap dance at a cheap strip club.  I remember Kathleen Turner’s character in Romancing the Stone stuttering out that she was a romance writer.  Yeah, stumbling over the words.  Don’t we all stumble over the words because you just know someone is going to say exactly what my friend said…“Oh…you write porn…”

Remember that precious scene in the village of the Columbian drug lord?  “Joan Wilder?  Joan Wilder?  The Joan Wilder?” says Juan.  “Angelina, that woman, she makes me hungry!

That is what good romance does, it makes you hungry.  You read a great romance with a satisfying ending.  You sigh and you hunger for another book.  There is nothing wrong with that.  Where would our world of entertainment be without romance?  What is Avatar?  Off-world romance combined with the same kind of heroic sacrifice that is the meat and potatoes of nearly every single romance novelist.  The Terminator – a romance between Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese.  The most recent installment of Star Trek – hmm – a secret romance between Spock and Uhura???  Who’d-a-thunk-it!  I’m hard-pressed to think of a movie that doesn’t involve romance or the possibility of a romance.  Maybe Stanley Kubrick’s 2001, A Space Odyssey, but nothing else comes to mind.  Some of my favorite movies have great sex scenes and they are not porn – L.A. Confidential, The Big Easy, Excalibur.  Ooh, the sex scene in Excalibur between the disguised Uther Pendragon and Ygraine makes me hungry.  It is a fabulous, hungry scene, and Uther never even removes his armor.

So no, I don’t write porn and when someone says that, I bristle.  Captured is a marvelous morality play – there you go!  Really, it’s true.  It’s about two people from two different worlds who must find a way to survive.  There’s heroism and sacrifice, lust and love, guilt and redemption.  The book is filled with delightful must-have goodies that leave a reader hungry for more.


<!–[if !vml]–>Captured by Julia Rachel Barrett

Mari never expects to find herself in a cage in a cargo hold on a spaceship.  She learns from her captors she’s headed to the meat market.  When they try to return her to stasis, she resists.  The male in charge, Ekkatt, allows her to remain awake.  Mari realizes her survival depends upon connecting with Ekkatt.  She must make him see her as a sentient being or she will end up dinner.

Ekkatt has never spoken to any human.  Humans are beasts.  They are valued for one thing, the money they bring at auction.  The Attun are vegetarians, but other species prize human flesh and Ekkatt makes good money trapping.  Then the female with red hair awakens.  She speaks to him and forces him to admit she has a name.  Mari throws Ekkatt’s entire life into question, the biggest question…can he watch her sold to the highest bidder?


“No, I can walk by myself.  You don’t have to baby me, Ekkatt.”

“You sat up for the first time yesterday.  There is no need for you to walk to the b’yat.  I can carry you.”

Mari crossed her arms, and what he’d come to recognize as the stubborn look came over her face.  “I will walk.  It’s good for me to walk.  I need to move around, make my lungs work a bit.  I told you, I am no stranger to illness.  I’ve had something like this on earth.  It’s called Influenza A, and when you catch it, believe me, you wish you would die, but you don’t.”

“Because you are lucky.  Most humans die of Tist Fever.”

“Oh…now you tell me this?”

Ekkatt actually grinned at her.  “I did not wish to frighten you.  My people say that if one believes he will die, very often, he does indeed die.”

“Mind body connection.  We say the same thing on my planet.”  Mari stared straight ahead.  “Sometimes I forget,” she said.


“That this is not my home.”

Ekkatt made no reply.

“All right.” Mari pushed herself to her feet. “I’m walking to the b’yat.”  She shuffled toward the small building. The long blanket he’d wrapped around her naked body trailed after her.  Ekkatt followed to make certain she didn’t trip and fall.  When she reached the outhouse, Mari turned and looked at him.  “Go,” she said. “Sit over there.”  She pointed to the step.  “If I need help, I’ll call you.”

Ekkatt sat leaning back against the cabin.  He closed his eyes, letting the warm sun wash away some of his weariness.  He’d barely slept in a week. He’d been determined that this woman would live.  Between the medicine and the baths he’d been able to manage her fevers, but then she’d begun to cough.  He feared she’d reached the end of her strength, and the disease would take her.  On the fifth day, miraculously, she’d rallied and swallowed some concentrated nutrient broth.  Now she coughed only in the mornings, and she’d been able to eat and drink for the past two days.  The woman had lost flesh.  He would help her gain it back.  She needed to be strong when the snows arrived.

Her body, while much more slender than the women of his own race, was otherwise the same, Ekkatt mused.  It was only her hair color and eye color that were different. Her skin did not contain quite as much pigment, but then he knew that the skin tone of human women varied.  It was considered a curiosity.

Most of the species in his region of space were singular.  His own species, the Attun-Ra, all had yellow eyes, blue-black hair, and light bronze skin.  His people were taller and stronger than humans although he had noticed the occasional human who was every bit as tall and strong as an Attun-Ra.  Her people were softer though.  Those he harvested were generally quite fleshy.  Mari was not one of those, but her skin felt very soft to the touch.

He’d come to enjoy the sensation of her beneath his fingers.  He’d found pleasure in the silk of her hair, and he’d taken comfort in the smoothness of her skin.  Ekkatt knew his own religious leaders would call such feelings a sin against nature.  Their opinion on the subject had come to matter nothing to him.  The little human, on the other hand, had come to matter a great deal.


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