Archive for October, 2011

Reconnection

October 28, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 1 Comment →

When I see certain things or movies it brings up memories. For instance when I see a certain skirt I made I remember sewing it and then showing tit off to my family when it was done or the first time I wore it. Another instance was when I was watching the movie Pretty Woman I remember the first time my uncle visited us and brought us a VCR and many movies to watch. I remember my sister watching the movie daily and I memorizing it so I knew each scene, word and moment.

All these items are a physical connection to my old memories. When I see them I get a huge smile on my face as it uncaps some fond memories. Memories that sometimes I haven’t thought about in a long time. They bring a reconnection to my past. What items do you have around the house that does that for you?

McKenna Jeffries
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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 BELLE STALKER – An Urban Fantasy Thriller

October 27, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News No Comments →


THE BELLE STALKER

An urban fantasy thriller

By Minnette Meador
Click on the video to hear the author read the excerpt.

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Chapter One – Part 1

From the Shadows

A faint laugh echoed against the steel I-beamed ceilings—a man’s laugh.

Or was it?

Belle pirouetted on the hard asphalt. Her hips warmed when they hit the hot side of her car. She squinted at the blinking fluorescent lights. They stuttered against the garage in fitful illumination.

“Hello?” The word echoed back to her unaccompanied, sending pins and needles through her hand as it tightened on the strap of her purse.

Belle’s senses sharpened almost painfully: the metal keys biting into the flesh of her palm, the blood slamming against her eardrums. A gust of fear rushed through her spine, setting her ears ringing, preparing her to fight—or maybe run.

Instincts. The word pulsed through her thoughts quickly.

She pushed her head forward, straining to listen, trying to penetrate the shadows to locate that chilling laugh. Instead, all she heard was the tick-tick-tick of her engine cooling and the muted hiss of silence.

Was it real?

A moment of doubt made her step away from the car. She stared at the oily surface of the garage floor, mesmerized. The scuffed blacktop triggered a memory.

A pale hand coiled around her face, clamped hard against her lips and nose, cutting off her oxygen. She desperately bit, clawed and fought, but nothing loosened that unnatural grip. It clung to her face like an iron mask.

Belle squeezed her eyes tight, willing the memory to go away. She knew the deeply masculine violation had permanently infected her confidence. There was nothing she could do about it. Uncertainty was her constant confidante. She had to pull strength from a deep will to fight the trembling.

It’s just a memory. A memory can’t hurt you. The mantra lost juice in the silence.

Even with a year of therapy and all her martial arts training, a cold chill still ran through Belle in this eerie-ass garage. The attack was a year ago today, wasn’t it? She knew anniversaries sometimes triggered memories, but knowing that didn’t help.

Broken lights deposited black shadows in one corner. Peering into the darkness, Belle fancied she saw two beaming pins of white, like eyes. Another blaze of recall weakened her knees.

Sliding backwards on broken heels into the shadows, she was a rag doll in his arms.

Belle shook her head violently to dislodge the flashback and deliberately rushed toward an elevator that seemed to fall away from her as she moved. Frozen bumps formed on her neck.

Ripples of static tingled against her face, electrifying her hair until it danced. A sweet smoky smell enveloped her senses. His smell. She couldn’t move—wouldn’t move—a kind of desire pushed through her, forcing her to comply. Her body went limp in his embrace, as if he had opened her soul and thrust himself inside her—

Pulling in a shaking breath, she scanned the solid concrete pillars as she moved and found the exact spot where John had stood that night, hoping that memory would expel the others.

Her ears rang with the sound of a stranger’s voice bouncing across the concrete. “Hey! You! What the hell do you think you’re…”

The monster dropped her. Her tailbone snapped sending waves of nausea through her bowels. She threw up and curled into a ball of shock. Everything fizzled like an ailing balloon into black.

From out of the shadows around her, another sound eclipsed the laugh.

Belle.

Her feet and heart stopped simultaneously. Fire rose in her cheeks and the back of her hands. The whispered word was soft, haunting—close. Ice wrapped around her spine.

“Who’s there?” she demanded, but only silence answered.

Temperance in All Things

October 26, 2011 By: Romance Junkies Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 3 Comments →

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It’s Halloween. The little ones will be out soon in their darling costumes and hugging half-filled tote bags of goodies to their chests. Mom’s and Dad’s will wait out at the street while their two-year-old gets the hang of ringing doorbells and saying ‘thank-you’ for treats by himself.

Then Mom has the difficult task of unpleasant duty of separating Junior from all those sweets. Over the coming weeks she’ll dole out the goodies, one or two a day, until every last one has been eaten or shared. That’s where the temperance come in.

Writing a dark romance is a lot like trick or treating. You never know what’s waiting behind the next door, or written on the next page. The author must be careful not to gross the reader out. I didn’t. There’s no blood and guts in Decisive Moments, just two troubled characters and a winsome little girl I created to add the levity only a child can bring to a manuscript, and Marta’s search for a daddy to replace the one she’s never seen does bring humor to the story, along with pathos in doses small enough to be  palatable.

Charles Harding has a dark past, some of which he’s not fully aware, but his past has cast his entire life in shadow. Then along  comes Amy Millington in her yellow suit, bringing a glow like sunshine into his gloomy office and opening his eyes to the things he will miss if he continues to let life pass him by.

And wouldn’t you know it? The widow suspects her late husband was unfaithful. That suspicion colors her life, makes her determined to never remarry, no matter who many suitable fathers Marta turns up in her daddy search.

Plotting this story was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Should I also make reclusive Charles a virgin?

No, not in this day and time. If he attended college, he learned what goes on behind closed doors.  And if I made him too morose and the story depressing, my readers would never buy another book of mine.

As I stumbled over the roadblocks I’d thrown in Charles and Amy’s path, looking for ways to let their attraction to each other take root and grow, I tried to downplay the hero’s angst. A little gloom goes a long way, so on a sunny Saturday outing at the Bay I have Charles relearning to ride a bicycle, where he and Marta pedal off on a bike race and he recalls other trips to the Bay, happy memories of the time before everything in his life changed.

Fun times, tempered with pathos. There’s a birthday party, a merry-go-ride, a picnic for two adults that leads to a roll in the hay, and when the darkness finally lifts and Charles faces his past, his brother and Amy are there to comfort and council him.   

Whew! I don’t think I’ll be writing any more dark romances, but I’m glad I wrote this one. The ghost of Charles Harding’s mother was determined her story be told, and when she wasn’t looking over Amy’s shoulder as she photographed, she was sitting on my shoulder telling me what to write.

Here’s a blurb:  

To satisfy the requirements for her Master’s Degree in fine art photography, Amy Millington needs to photograph Charles Harding’s childhood home, but that boarded-up-house holds painful memories for Charles.

Without those photographs Amy cannot secure her young daughter Marta’s future. Charles denies the gutsy widow’s request. No one enters the house where his parents were shot when he was four.

She sees his sorrow and decides to teach him to have fun. In doing so, he learns to appreciate her art and eventually allows her inside his house. He refuses to enter, until the day Marta gets lost there and Charles releases Marta from the secret room where she discovers his mother’s long-lost suicide note.

Knowing the reason his mother shot his father, then turned the gun on herself, frees Charles from his past, but can he free Amy from her past and teach her to love again?

Here’s an excerpt:  

The receptionist on a mission to block her path was no match for Amy Millington. On a mission herself, she darted past.Her destination loomed ahead, the two closed mahogany doors leading to the office of Charles A. Harding, Architect.So far, so good.Now to outsmart the sedately dressed secretary seated at the desk just outside those doors. This formidable woman screened the architect’s calls and had, on a daily basis for the last two months, refused Amy’s request for an appointment.Failure to accomplish her mission meant postponing graduation for six more months. No way. Too much was riding on her master’s degree. Maybe even a Guggenheim Fellowship. Amy’s new career, for sure, and with it, a secure future for her daughter. No way would she allow Harding’s secretary to stop her now.Taking a deep breath, Amy charged around the woman’s desk to the doors and yanked, sending one crashing back against the wall.The dark-haired man seated behind a massive desk looked up, surprised. His finely tailored suit matched the toasted pecan color of his eyes. His white shirt seemed almost too harsh for his silk tie softly patterned in rust and bark.Amy’s heart beat erratically, making her lightheaded right when she needed to be at her best. She didn’t have much time. Building security would show up soon.She met the man’s unreadable gaze and forced her best smile. Three more strides brought her close enough to inhale the woodsy scent of his aftershave. “Mr. Harding, I–”His threshold guard interrupted. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harding. This young woman wouldn’t stop.”He frowned, but a hint of curiosity lit his eyes. “Never mind, Julia.” He nodded at his secretary and she left the room, though Amy noticed she didn’t close the door.Then he returned his attention to the blueprints on his desk. The nerve of him. Like a naughty child in the principal’s office, he made her wait.A fresh wave of irritation at all her wasted time washed over her. Weeks of thwarted attempts to see this illusive man, and what did he do once she’d breached his gates? Ignored her best smile. Ignored the stylish suit she’d purchased just for this moment, a suit bought with money she’d managed to cut from her school supply budget over the last six months. It looked like she wouldn’t earn a second glance from this reclusive architect.Finally he stopped shuffling the blueprints, rolled them up and stood. “Five minutes.”She extended her hand, ignoring his cold demeanor. “My name is Amy Millington.” When he reluctantly offered his, she shook his hand, an artist’s hand with long fingers, his smooth, uncallused palm unexpectedly warm.“Charles Harding, but of course you know that.”Yes, she knew his name, and a lot more about him, thanks to her research. His presence seemed to fill the spacious room, crowding her. His quick gesture indicated she should take the chair near his desk. She sat, welcoming the chance to catch her breath and corral her thoughts.He took his seat and cleared the space before him of work, giving her a moment to study him unobserved.A stray curl tumbled over his forehead when he glanced down at his work, giving him a boyish look. He was definitely more good-looking than any photos she’d found of him, but he looked older than his years, and almost sad.“So, Miss Millington, what’s so important you couldn’t wait for an appointment?”“I wanted an appointment, but your secretary has refused to give me one each time I called. She insisted you were unavailable, that you would never make time to see me.”“Julia simply carries out my instructions.” He opened a drawer, took out a yellow pad and slid the drawer shut. “What brings you to my office? Are you interested in building a home?”Amy glanced at the framed renderings on the wall behind him. All were of rather sterile, contemporary dwellings built of stone and glass. Her artistic eye rebelled at those cold images created by the man seated across from her.“House plans are not what I had in mind.” She steadied her nerves and plunged on as she felt her five minutes ticking away. “I’m a grad student at UCSD just weeks from completing a master’s degree in visual arts. Photographing architecture is my main emphasis. I came because of my interest in your great-grandfather’s home designs.”Harding’s frown returned so she hurried on. “He built six homes in Mission Hills. I’ve studied those designs, and over the past few months I’ve photographed the interiors of five of those homes as part of my graduate project. There’s only one I still need. The house you own on Harding Road. At one time the man living there gave me permission to photograph the interior, but I’m now unable to reach him.”She watched as the architect’s lips drew into a tight line, hardening his expression. A mouth revealed so much about a man.With a deft motion, he slid open the drawer and stuffed the yellow pad inside. “I’m afraid what you’re about to propose is impossible. The uncle you spoke to died.” Harding came to his feet, ready to kick her out.“But surely–”“No.” A muscle twitched in his strong jaw. “Five houses should be sufficient for your needs.”“Not photographing the sixth house will make my study incomplete. Please, could I–”Irritation flashed in his eyes. “No one goes inside.”Why? It didn’t make sense.All right, time to try something else. “I’m sure you know the first C. A. Harding included ingenious details in his designs.” To Amy’s relief, his stiff stance relaxed a fraction.“One interesting part of my research involved discovering the secret hidden in each of the homes he helped build. The house with the dumb waiter to the master bedroom is my favorite.”As if surprised to discover himself standing, Harding eased back into his chair.Almost made him smile. Good. Maybe she could reach the real man beneath this hard shell. “Or maybe it’s the house on Dixon Drive where shrubbery hides the outside stairs leading from the garden to the eldest son’s bedroom.”Amazingly, Harding’s sculpted lips twitched into a smile. What a difference a grin made in his looks. Gone was the grim set of his jaw, the skeptical frown. A cleft in his chin appeared. What could have made this handsome man so dour? So serious? Charles Harding needed to learn how to lighten up.Ignoring the sudden tripping of her heartbeat as she realized she was staring at him, she hurried on. “I can just picture an adolescent son sneaking in late at night, no need to remove his shoes.”Leaning forward, Amy met the architect’s gaze and smiled. “What about you? Are surprises hidden in your designs?”“I’m more concerned with function. With practicality. My clientele demands modern efficiency for their money, clean lines and easy care. Hidden passageways are remnants of another time.”“That may be true, but what romantic times they were. Have you asked your clients if they might prefer something more imaginative? A design with a few soft curves to soften all the cold stone and glass?”“What might seem appropriate in your art would be considered impractical in modern homes.”Modern designs held no appeal for her she’d learned. “Now, about photographing your house…”Anger — or was it something else — flared in his eyes as he stood. “There is no chance of you ever photographing my house,” he said, a note of finality in his voice.“Here’s my card, in case you change your mind.”He slid the card into his desk without a glance. “I won’t.”She tucked her purse under her arm and headed for the door. Across the room a burst of buttercup yellow caught her eye. Her own reflection in glass. The only spot of color in the dreary room was her best suit.

   

Decisive Moments and Toni’s other books are available for download from all eBook stores and her publisher, http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-template/Toni%20Noel/Page.bok You can visit Toni at www.toninoelauthor.com  and www.toninoelauthor.com/blog/html Or on Twitter www.twitter.com/toninoelwriter

Every Savage Can Reproduce Winner

October 26, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: And Winner Is...., Latest News No Comments →

Sorry, I’m late. And the winner for the above contest on 20 Sept 2011 is

Raonaid Luckwell

Please email me at enid.wilson28 (at) yahoo.com.au with your snail mail address so I can send you a lovely gift from Australia. Thanks everyone for entering too.

Shalimar

October 24, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Contests, Guest Blogger, Latest News 8 Comments →

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Do you think that equality of the sexes stretches to individual marriages? Me, I have my doubts. Someone has to be the boss and more times than enough it seems to be the man. That’s the problem that Suzie Alexander comes up against in Shalimar, my upcoming release from SirenBookStrand. Her husband Mark, a highly intelligent, driven lawyer doesn’t even stop to think that Suzie might be unhappy acting as nothing more than an extension of him.

To be fair, Suzie herself doesn’t acknowledge that she feels unfulfilled, until she catches Mark with another woman. She flees to Shalimar, the country house where she grew up and still feels most at home. Mark follows her there, desperate to fix their troubled marriage but finds his progress hampered by an eclectic mix of people from The Grange, the neighboring property, who have befriended his wife.

Annabel, a woman without conscience or morals, will do whatever it takes to help her boss, brash, overweight John Greenberg, to acquire The Grange. Motivated by the desire to amass as much money as she can, she even enters into a kinky sexual liaison with Greenberg.

Suzie, distraught at the disintegration of her marriage, is distracted when she uncovers ancient family secrets that place her in deadly danger, testing Mark’s determination to keep her safe. Suzie and Annabel’s lives entwine in the most unexpected way when they join forces to thwart Annabel’s grasping boss.

Here’s how Suzie tries to explain her feelings to Mark, the first time he comes to see her at Shalimar.

“So you don’t blame me?” Mark looked as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Did I say that? I believe Kate was being deliberately malicious for some convoluted reasons of her own, but you didn’t have to go along with her.”

“I know, and I did try to walk out. I didn’t—”

“Quit whilst you’re ahead, Mark,” she said tightly. “Don’t make it worse by lying.”

Suzie reach for her stick and stood to pace the terrace, too agitated to sit still and let this arrogant charmer woo her with his clever words.

“If I could have moved with my job to the new surgery, there would have been more for me in Epsom.” She eyed her husband. “But you didn’t want me to do that.”

“It was full-time,” he said. “You don’t need to work at all, much less full-time.”

“God, do you know how old-fashioned that makes you sound?”

“I just want to look after you, Suzie. Is that so bad?”

“No, it’s not bad,” she said, sighing. “But have you stopped to consider how much time I spend on my own? You’re away during the week more than you’re home. Perhaps I need something worthwhile to fill my hours.”

“I thought you understood about my work,” he said quietly. “It won’t always be this crazy.”

“No, it won’t because in the end you’ll burn out.”

“You didn’t complain about being bored or unhappy.”

“What would have been the point?” she asked, resignation in her tone. “And anyway, I wasn’t—until recently. I know how important your job is to you and how hard you work. But you didn’t seem to realize that simply keeping house for you and waiting patiently for you to return home wasn’t enough for me. I have a brain, too, but it’s dying from lack of stimulation.”

“Oh God, Suzie, I didn’t have a clue!” He dropped his head into his splayed hands and shook it from side to side. “Why didn’t you say?”

“Say what? That I want a baby? That I want to see more of you?” She squared her shoulders and held his gaze. They both knew how often she’d suggested the former. “What do you think my recent depression’s been about?”

He stood and reached for her but she moved out of range. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say. It was never my intention to make you unhappy.”

“I know that, but since I’ve been down here, it’s given me time to do some thinking. I love the countryside, and no,” she continued, holding up her hand, “Epsom isn’t really countryside. It’s just part of the widening suburban sprawl. I love this house, too. Oh, I know it’ll have to be sold soon, but I can stay here for the months that takes and get things sorted for my parents. Don’t suppose they’ll want to do it themselves. Anyway, perhaps afterward I can buy myself a small cottage down here and find work. I’d like that.”

“You don’t have to worry about money, Suzie. I’ll always look after you, no matter what.”

She sighed. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“I want to be my own person. Be self supporting[W1]  and prove to myself that I can make a difference, however small, in an area that’s important to me.”

Mark caught her arm as she paced past him and placed his  hands on her shoulders. “Suzie,” he said fiercely, “look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me anymore.” He offered her a curling smile, full of love and unfulfilled promise. “If you can do that, then I’ll stop fighting you and let you go. I’ll even help you to find your cottage.” He placed his index finger beneath her chin and tilted her head until she was forced to look into his face. “Well, come on then,” he said, when she didn’t immediately take up his challenge, “let’s get this over with.”

Suzie was in a quandary. She had never lied to Mark in her life. If she did so now, then she’d be free and could start to get over him. It was easy. All she had to do was to say those few simple words. “I don’t love you anymore, Mark.” That was all it would take, and he’d release her.

She simply couldn’t do it. Even though she hadn’t yet spoken, she could see from Mark’s guardedly triumphant expression that he knew he’d won.

“Tell me, Suzie,” he said, increasing the pressure he was placing on her shoulders.

“I can’t, I don’t know what I—”

“Hello there, trust we’re not interrupting anything?”

Jane’s strident voice caused them to move apart like guilty lovers and turn in unison to face the gang striding up the garden path.

“Fuck it!” muttered Mark under his breath. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

Shalimar – available from SirenBookStrand http://www.bookstrand.com/shalimar  and discounted to $4.68 until the end of the month.

Read the entire first chapter at my website: http://www.wendysoliman.com

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Leave a comment here to say you’ve done so, and I’ll pick a winner at random.

Good luck!
Wendy


THE DILEMMA: ROMANTIC SUSPENSE OR HISTORICAL ROMANCE

October 21, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 5 Comments →

Kat Martin, NYT bestselling authorAs the author of more than fifty books–my latest AGAINST THE STORM, a romantic suspense, choosing what to write can certainly be a dilemma. 

Being a history buff and particularly loving the old West, I started out writing Historicals.  Magnificent Passage was my first–a true bodice ripper and a far different book than I would write today.  Western Romance seemed a natural fit since my relatives were western people–covered wagons across the plains, rodeo cowboys, ranchers, the whole bit.  I loved packing horseback into the high Sierras, I loved just about anything western and still do.

But changing what you write keeps a writer fresh and little by little I was drawn to lords and ladies, members of the British aristocracy, books set in
England.  Gypsy Lord was my first effort and it changed my writing forever.  For years after that, I wrote Regency, then slid into the Victorian period.  The Brides’ Trilogy was my most recent foray into that realm. 

All the while, I had been dabbling in Romantic Suspense, starting with The Silent Rose, a ghost story based on a true experience.  Mostly I just wanted to challenge myself, see if I could actually do it.  But after I had written about ten books, I was hooked.

Against the Storm, by Kat MartinAn idea for a series about three brothers started niggling at the back of my mind.  Against the Wind, Jackson Raines, was the first.  His brothers, Gabe and Devlin, appeared in my head and got their own stories, Against the Fire and Against the Law

Now Trace Rawlins, a Houston, Texas cowboy, gets his own story in AGAINST THE STORM.  It’s out October 25th, and I’m hoping readers will enjoy it.  

I’m loving the change of pace and I can’t seem to stop.  After AGAINST THE STORM, Johnnie Riggs and Jake Cantrell, friends of Dev’s who appeared in LAW, started clamoring for their own stories.  Against the Night, Johnnie’s story, is one of my all-time favorites.  And Jake Cantrell?  Six-foot-five inches of pure he-man?  I had to write Against the Sun.So there is no real answer to the dilemma.  What should an author write?  Whatever story the muse whispers in his ear is the one to write.  My only advice is to try those new ideas on your own time.  Keep writing what you are known for until you see if you can handle the change.See if your audience is ready to go along with you when you do.I hope you all continue to enjoy my AGAINST books, and look for AGAINST THE STORM

Very best wishes and happy reading, Kat    (more…)

Where in the World are MJ’s Books?

October 19, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 5 Comments →

People who know me find it amusing that I enjoy writing about exotic places. See, I live less than five miles from the house where I grew up, I live two blocks from the church where I married my high-school sweetheart twenty-five years ago and I booked my first flight on my own last summer.

Yet I write about deserted islandsAntarctic cruisesAfrican junglesunderwater dives in Belize and wildfires in Montana.

I’m much more adventurous on the page than in real life. Cause and effect? Maybe.

I love to write exotic locations because I love to read about them. From the time I was a girl, I learned about far-away places by reading. I loved the Trixie Belden books because they took place in different states. I still want to go to Maine because of The Mystery on Cobbett’s Island. Then there were the Janet Dailey Harlequins that were set in the different states—remember those?

Then I discovered books farther afield, but not many. I read what I could find, but writing them held so much appeal. I loved doing the research on these places, loved living vicariously through my characters’ adventures in places I’m wayyy too chicken to venture. I would walk out of the library with arms full of books and videos. I’d load the Tivo and Netflix queue with shows about those places. And when it soaked in, I started writing.

Someday—someday I’ll be brave enough to have my own adventures. Until then, I’m happy to read—and write—about them.

Do you like books set in exotic locales? What location would you love to read in a book?

*****

Come find MJ at her websiteher blog, her Facebook page or on Twitter!

That Certain Place

October 13, 2011 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News No Comments →

The other day I took evaluation of some things. As I went over what has been happening in my life lately I got to that certain place. The place where I feel a sense of relief, accomplishment, and all around happy.  I am taking time to appreciate and be thankful. My belief once again has been proven. The way you are with others will shape what happens to you. Negativity or plain ugliness is such an unnecessary thing. No, I’m not saying you should be Pollyanna all the time. Just be an good person. A positive one as much as you can. Yes shit happens and life sometimes sucks but at least you are living. So live instead of trying to break others down. Build them up.

This is a very basic thing. It will help you get to a certain place that lets you  know life no matter the bumps in the road is there for all to enjoy.

Taige Crenshaw
http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/
…increasing the sizzle factor

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Power of Instinct – A woman does whatever is necessary to protect the man who is hers but once he finds out he goes with his instincts and makes her his.

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Rachel Haimowitz ~ Speed Date Interview

October 12, 2011 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News, Speed Date Interview 7 Comments →

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You the Readers are the Interviewers. Here is your chance to get answers to the questions you always wanted to ask your favorite Authors. Authors will be coming into the blog for a Speed Date Interview.  They will only be there one day and you can only ask them two questions.

Pull up a chair, put on your best smile and make the best impression of yourself.

Personal and inappropriate questions may not be answered at the Author’s discretion.

Ask an Author two questions and be entered to win in our monthly giveaway. You could win a package of free reads from the RJ book vault. We will be asking Authors to select the best question they were asked on the day they day they posted on the blog. We will also be picking random winners from the general questions.

Once the Speed Date interview is done the Interview staff will be going in and selecting a group of questions and answer to post on the RJ Authors Interview Webpage. 

http://www.romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/interviews.shtml

Rachel is an M/M erotic romance author, a freelance writer and editor, and the Managing Editor of Riptide Publishing. She’s also a sadist with a pesky conscience, shamelessly silly, and quite proudly pervish. Fortunately, all those things make writing a lot more fun for her . . . if not so much for her characters.When she’s not writing about hot guys getting it on (or just plain getting it; her characters rarely escape a story unscathed), she loves to read, hike, camp, sing, perform in community theater, and glue captions to cats. She also has a particular fondness for her very needy dog, her even needier cat, and shouting at kids to get off her lawn. She’s a twitter addict (@rachelhaimowitz), and she blogs every M/W/F at Fantasy Unbound. She also keeps a website, of course, with all her current and upcoming projects. She loves to hear from folks, so feel free to drop her a line anytime at metarachel (at) gmail (dot) com.

Master Class Blurb

Performing before a crowd of thousands? No problem. Baring his heart before a crowd of one? Better tie him down first.   Broadway darling Nicky Avery is a shooting star by night, but by day he bounces from one heartless one-night stand to the next. A quick flogging, a rough lay, a new whip-hand to manipulate—yet still he yearns for something he cannot even name. He finds his first true hint of satisfaction in Devon Turner, a self-possessed film star and expert Dom.

Devon knows what he wants the moment he sees it, and what he wants is Nicky Avery. Nicky’s never learned to trust and has a nasty habit of topping from the bottom, but he learns fast that in the bedroom,

Devon won’t tolerate his actor’s masks.

 Nicky’s a broken boy, but

Devon knows exactly how to put his new sub back together. With patience, care, and all the punishments his little pain slut can handle, Devon breaks Nicky down one scene at a time, revealing a mind that yearns to trust and a heart that hungers for the ecstasy of true submission at last.

 Master Class releases on October 30 at Riptide Publishing and is available for pre-order now. Pre-order to get your copy two days early and be entered to win free books for a year!  

Jean Brashear

October 10, 2011 By: Romance Junkies Category: Speed Date Interview 16 Comments →

You the Readers are the Interviewers. Here is your chance to get answers to the questions you always wanted to ask your favorite Authors. Authors will be coming into the blog for a Speed Date Interview.  They will only be there one day and you can only ask them two questions.

Pull up a chair, put on your best smile and make the best impression of yourself.

Personal and inappropriate questions may not be answered at the Author’s discretion.

Ask an Author two questions and be entered to win in our monthly giveaway. You could win a package of free reads from the RJ book vault. We will be asking Authors to select the best question they were asked on the day they day they posted on the blog. We will also be picking random winners from the general questions.

Once the Speed Date interview is done the Interview staff will be going in and selecting a group of questions and answer to post on the RJ Authors Interview Webpage. 

http://www.romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/interviews.shtml

Bio:

USAToday and Kindle bestselling author of over 30 novels in romance and women’s fiction, a three-time RITA finalist and RT BOOKReviews Career Achievement Award winner, Jean Brashear knows a lot about taking crazy chances. A lifelong avid reader, at the age of forty-five with no experience and no training, she decided to see if she could write a book. It was a wild leap that turned her whole life upside down, but she would tell you that though she’s never been more terrified, she’s never felt more exhilarated or more alive. She’s an ardent proponent of not putting off your dreams until that elusive ‘someday’—take that leap now.

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Blurb:

Newly-minted Santa Fe police detective Justine “Jace” Carroll finds herself enmeshed in what began as a simple death of a drifter that takes labyrinthine twists, drawing her deeper into a world of shifting realities. At the center of the tangled knot is the mesmerizing and mysterious Dante Sabanne, a sexy, powerful, wealthy recluse whose involvement with ancient poisons, mystical lore, exotic sexual practices and unusual weaponry makes him by turns a crucial expert witness, a devastating lover…and possibly the man behind a cult whose profane rituals have turned from depraved to deadly. 

The Jace who thought she knew exactly who she was and what she wanted becomes both pawn and queen in a battle between the dark and the light. As she seeks to fulfill her duty to protect the innocent, an ancient amulet with healing powers is the battleground on which she and others may die if she makes the wrong choice between the evidence before her eyes and the yearnings of a heart she is no longer sure she can trust. 

A scorching tale of suspense, passion and magic—never before published—from  USAToday bestselling author Jean Brashear

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