Thursday, June 20, 2013
Introduction to Rob and Lou.
Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old, he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt backwards to heart.
Robert and Louise are more often known by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and Elizabeth, who’s four. They live in a terraced house in a suburban outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure. In the school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks, enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain.
They’re a smiley family, although Rob can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough, and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive them.
This book is not about the day-to-day life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures. Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of that particularly pervy pond. They both like to flirt with erotic danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being caught.
Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just that, so hold on and enjoy the ride.
Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends.
Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.
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Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline
It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.
Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.
Wear this tonight and only this xxx
PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.
I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.
“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”
“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”
“Yes.” He nodded solemnly. “It’s a terrible affliction.”
“What’s your favourite kind?”
“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.
That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.
“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”
I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.
“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”
My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Today I'm shining the spotlight on author Pixie Storm. Pixie is sharing an except from her new release, Seducing the Vampire's Pet. But first I have a few questions...
Hi Pixie! Thanks for taking the hot seat today. Have you written a book you love that you have not been able to get published?
Hi, everyone. I wrote a full length historical romance novel over ten years ago. At the time I failed to find an agent for it in order to approach a mainstream publisher. It still sits on my bookshelf in the envelope I sent it away in gathering dust.
Can you tell us about your upcoming book?
The Vampires in Love series was one I conceived in order to explore recurring characters at different points in their history. There’s such scope for vampires in that you can tell their story in different centuries and still hold the thread together. The big bad villain, Emil, came to life first. He’s older than time and no one knows where he came from. He’s an important, common theme that links all the books. After fleshing out my other characters, I looked at who would be the focus of the first book and how I could set up a secondary character who would then become the focus of the second book. As I write this, the second book is done and I know which character from that story will be the focus of the third book. All the characters are linked and most characters will appear in all books in the series unless I’ve killed them and even then they might still appear!
What project are you working on now?
I am about to start work on book 3 in the series. I also have plans to start a contemporary romance shortly set in Alaska.
Where do you get your ideas?
I get them from films, TV programmes, music and real life. I get crazy ideas from watching documentaries on TV and thinking, hmm, I could use this idea but have it as two men falling in love. I also get ideas for settings when I travel and usually end up basing a story on somewhere I’ve been.
Do you ever experience writer’s block?
All the time. My current writer’s block began last August and I’m still waiting for it to fully lift.
Please check my website for more: http://authorpixiestorm.blogspot.co.uk/
Seducing the Vampire's Pet Synopsis:
Severin lost his soul mate ten years ago. Now Nikolaus belongs to another vampire...
The vampire Severin Murnau gave up Nikolaus Mayr because he didn't want to turn the human. Now he finds Emil Meissner, his maker, has control of Nikolaus, holding the human as his pet in his castle in Bavaria.
Severin and his friend Istvan are at the castle for a gathering. There is unfinished business between Severin and Nikolaus. As soon as they set eyes on each other, their passion rages out of control just like ten years ago. Severin has never touched Nikolaus before. He let him go in the ultimate act of altruism. Now he’s desperate, forgetting all the promises he made to himself. His only option to taste what he’s never had appears to be to join Emil and Nikolaus in bed, but once isn’t enough and he’s not sure he wants to share...
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Severin felt light-headed as they went back into the ballroom. He had had only a few sips of blood that day and it wasn’t the best idea to face Emil and his new pet on an empty stomach. His guts churned as he followed Istvan. Oh God, how had Nikolaus become involved with Emil? Was he a consenting participant in whatever Emil was doing to him?
Emil had come down off his dais. He was walking among his guests, leading his pet behind him on the chain. As they cut a path through interested onlookers, vampires mauled and pawed at Nikolaus. They touched his cheek and stroked his neck. They cupped his firm little buttocks and fondled him between his legs.
Severin snarled and darted forward. Istvan held him back with every ounce of his strength, pressing him to the wall out of view. “No,” he said.
“I’ll kill them, I’ll kill them all.”
“No you won’t, because Emil will kill you. I won’t allow you to risk your life for a human you knew ten years ago.”
Istvan’s words were cruel but what claim did Severin have anyway? What was it to him how many vampires wanted to touch and possess Nikolaus? He had never belonged to Severin and certainly didn’t now. Severin guessed Nikolaus didn’t even remember him. He swallowed, lifted his head, retracted his fangs, and indicated it was all right for Istvan to let him go.
Istvan took him by the arm. “We say hello, you drink another cup of that fine blood you wasted earlier, and then we go to our chambers before dawn comes. All right?”
Severin nodded tightly. He walked woodenly forward as Istvan weaved between vampires and Emil’s human waiting staff. He kept his head down, not wanting to set eyes on Nikolaus until the last possible moment.
Soon enough they reached Emil.
“If it isn’t my two favourite vampires,” Emil said, crushing Severin’s hand in his. “I was just thinking you had spurned my invite.”
“We wouldn’t do that,” Istvan said, always in favour of keeping the more powerful vampire sweet. Severin wondered how their roles went in the bedroom and could guess.
He lifted his gaze hesitantly and found Emil’s coal black eyes boring into him, head cocked as though he read Severin’s shameful thoughts. “You seem out of sorts, Severin. You’re even more ghastly pale than usual.”
“I’m thirsty,” Severin said. He chanced a glance over Emil’s shoulder and saw Nikolaus’s head jerk up, eyes fixed on Severin.
“Then why to God aren’t you drinking? Do you know how many Bavarian virgins had to die to provide you with that blood?” Emil grinned, fangs out. He’s on his guard, Severin thought, he knows something’s afoot.
He looked again at Nikolaus. The human looked like he’d seen a ghost, pasty and fragile as though he might faint. His dark eyebrows were knitted together in a frown, his violet eyes soft and afraid. He was ten years older but barely looked it.
Severin’s gaze slid down beneath his jaw and saw what he sought. A set of purplish puncture wounds on Nikolaus’s neck. Oh God, no. The thing Severin had fought and fought against. He would have died rather than bitten Nikolaus and in the end he had given him up rather than turn him. And Nikolaus had merely gone to someone else and let them have him.
Severin clenched his jaw. “I’ll do that,” he said. “Thank you for the invite.”
“You’re welcome and oh,” Emil leant close to Severin’s ear and whispered, “if you want to play later, I’ll be expecting you.”
Severin shivered first in helpless excitement where Emil was concerned and then his blood turned molten when Emil held his gaze. He meant his pet, too, Severin just knew it.
“You too, Istvan,” Emil said, almost as an afterthought as he yanked at the chain and pulled Nikolaus away.
Istvan’s face was tight and cold. “No thanks, I don’t share.”
Severin’s gaze followed Nikolaus’s slight figure across the room. He had lost weight and his shoulders were slumped. He didn’t look back. Severin looked apologetically at Istvan. They had never discussed what either of them did with Emil and Istvan had never shown any jealousy. Now he felt awkward. If Emil’s invitation was a clear invite to a ménage à trois with Nikolaus, then Severin was interested. But where did that leave his friendship with Istvan? And more to the point, how would he contain himself when he finally had Nikolaus at his mercy?
“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly.
Istvan shrugged. “I don’t care. He does what he wants.”
But he did care, that was the sad thing. They wandered to the back of the room and ensconced themselves on a couch with goblets of blood. Severin drank deeply and felt the life force stimulate his every cell.
“He’s handsome,” Istvan said. “Your human.”
Severin wiped his hand over his mouth and burped. “He’s not my human. He never was. He’s Emil’s as you can see.”
“And he looked at you like you had unfinished business.”
Severin closed his eyes. The goblet shook in his hand. “I loved him,” he said in a barely audible voice.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
I'm so glad to have author Malia Mallory in my spotlight today. Her characters are real, and the story is hot! Enjoy the excerpt.
Thank you so much for having me as a guest today!
Her Wish, His Command is the third book in the Dominating BDSM Billionaires Series. His Need, Her Desire (Book 1) is currently free at most online retailers. His Desire, Her Surrender (Book 2) hit bestseller lists in the United States, United Kingdom, Canada and Australia. Look for His Passion, Her Temptation (Book 4) in July 2013.
Her Wish, His Command Blurb
Doctor Anna Foster may just get what she wants: sexy fellow researcher Jonah Granger. She's been in love with him for years, but Jonah has always been more interested in work at his family's business, Granger Pharma, than romance. Now that they've admitted their attraction, Anna may even be able to tell him what she really wants: to submit to him.
But Granger Pharma faces a hostile takeover. Sensitive data and samples are missing from Anna and Jonah's lab; it may be corporate espionage. Everyone is under suspicion and, and they're even beginning to question each other. Anna must discover the truth if she's going to save both her job and her relationship with the man she dreams of serving.
Her Wish, His Command Excerpt
Jonah sipped from his cup. "This coffee is better than usual. What did you do?"
"I washed out the pot and filter?" Anna laughed and threw her braid back over her shoulder. Wasn't playing with hair supposed to be a flirty thing to do? She glanced into Jonah's eyes and saw his pupils dilate ever so slightly.
Jonah placed his cup on the counter. "I usually just dump the old coffee."
Anna reached to top him off, making sure she grazed him again. She turned and put the coffee pot back in its place. Her hip bumped him.
"Anna?" he asked in a deep, questioning tone.
"Yes?" She paused. "Jonah?" She drew his name out on her tongue.
His eyes locked with hers. "What's this about?"
Anna broke eye contact as his scrutiny became too intense. "What's what about?"
"This." He gestured toward her. "Is this about yesterday?"
Anna wasn't sure where to go with her plan. "Yesterday?" She feared her manner gave the impression of stupid instead of coy.
"Yes, yesterday. We had a moment, for lack of a better term. Is this some game?"
Anna straightened. "Game? What is that supposed to mean?" Her voice lost its teasing edge.
"It means that either you are trying to needle me or maybe … maybe you want something?"
Anna frowned. "Those are the only two explanations?"
Jonah considered for an instant. "Anna, you're not interested in me, are you?"
Anna thumped her mug on the counter. "Of course not." Color rose in her face.
"Anna, about yesterday. I didn't mean to be unprofessional." His apologetic manner unnerved her.
"You were not unprofessional," Anna bit out. What a disaster. Was he going to say something kind? Anna didn't think she could bear the embarrassment.
Jonah took her hand lightly in his. Her hand trembled, and Anna was sure he felt it. "Are you afraid?" He looked into her eyes. "Or aroused?"
Anna swayed as his calloused thumb stroked her palm. The lab seemed to shrink, the walls gathering close around them.
He tugged on her hand, bringing to his lips. He nipped her fingertip.
Anna struggled to remain impassive as her blood surged. She sensed she hadn't fooled Jonah with her imperfect façade of calm.
A predatory masculine smile crossed his face. "I see." He sucked her fingertip into his mouth.
Malia Mallory Biography
Malia Mallory lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She's been working with words since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother's Harlequin.
Malia Mallory is the best-selling author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released the Mia's Cop Craving series and Santa's Backdoor Baby. Malia’s books have hit the bestselling erotica lists at both Amazon and iTunes. Her books are available in electronic format at major retailers like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Sony, Diesel, Smashwords and AllRomance Books.
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Smut by the Sea Volume 2, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the sun soaked beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.
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Brigit loved the seaside. She always had, probably because visiting it was a rarity. Living in the centre of England meant that even the nearest seaside town was over an hour and a half away—and the nice resorts even further.
Which was why her boyfriend, Allen, proposed a long weekend in Brighton. He knew how fond she was of the seaside. Unsurprisingly, she agreed delightedly.
“It’s a long way,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter. We’d never go anywhere if we lamented the length of the journey.”
As it happened, the travelling wasn’t too bad. Miraculously the M1 was clear all the way down to the M25—and even that notorious motorway wasn’t experiencing its usual havoc. A straight shot south on the M23, then the A23 took them towards Brighton, and they navigated the one-way systems and lack of road signs and—eventually—found their hotel.
“Wow,” Brigit said, stretching luxuriously after getting out of the car, “that didn’t take as long as I thought. Shall we check in, dump our bags and go and explore?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Allen replied with a grin.
They slammed their respective car doors, grabbed the bags from the boot and headed into the hotel. Fifteen minutes later, after using the toilet and freshening up, they were back outside.
“Nice choice of hotel, babe. I like it.” Brigit said.
“I’m glad. I researched it well,” Allen replied.
“The bed looks nice and comfy.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll be able to give it a decent road test later.” He winked at her, and got a slap on the arm for his trouble.
“You’ve got a one-track mind, you have.”
“Well, what do you expect when I’ve got a girlfriend that looks like you?”
She giggled. “Charmer.”
“That’s me. Okay, now I’m back in good books,” Allen said, “what do you want to do? Now, I mean. Not at bedtime.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Brigit stuck her tongue out at him before replying. “I dunno. Just look around I guess. Get our bearings. See what there is to do around here.”
They walked hand-in-hand towards the seafront, then along it in the direction of the pier. They passed the burnt out shell of the West Pier, and Brigit wondered aloud whether it would ever be rebuilt or demolished. Or would the blackened skeleton be left there forevermore, a reminder of what once was.
Soon, they drew close to Brighton Pier. Brigit turned to Allen with a grin.
“What?” he said, then followed her almost manic gaze down the length of the pier, towards a building with fake turret-type things and some very real flags. He sighed. He couldn’t be sure from here, but he thought it was bound to be the amusement arcade. “Oh, you want to go in there, do you? I wonder why?” His voice was laden with sarcasm in his last sentence.
“You know damn well why. Come on!” Brigit tugged him along the last few metres of the pavement and onto the wooden slats of the pier. “Ooh, we can have fish and chips when we come out, if you want.”
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I still wear a two piece swim suit .. photos available on requestJ….I am a pure blooded Spaniard and genetically fortunate to be slim and trim and toned…of course my plastic surgeon has a lot to do with having my face keep up with my body. I think I’ve paid for his second BMW by now. Jo-An
At the beginning of the twenty-first century of our era a millennia long war between two immortal races was coming to an end. The Vampire Elite, the strongest among vampires, forced the race of immortal beings, the Amiti to become their blood suppliers, called bloodstock, locking them in their underground cells and treating them like livestock. The surviving free Amiti make a final attempt to strike back. The Queen of Amiti is proclaimed a traitor and is executed. Her death signifies the rise of a new Queen, her young daughter Arianna who becomes the last hope of her dying race. Arianna totally embraces her mission and is ready to fight for her people to the last drop of her blood but encounters an unexpected challenge—the vampire King Tor. They both are captured into a trap of love where they had to make an ultimate choice; to kill the loved one or to let their races die.
Vampire Elite is the epic story of a bitter conflict between two peoples, and the effect of that conflict on everyone living in its grip. The characters are driven to love and betrayal, vengeance and sacrifice in a world without easy black-and-white answers.
Based on an ancient Egyptian legend, packed with action and intrigue, Vampire Elite will pull you into the entrancing world of immortals and open new portals into their hidden universe.
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As the auctioneer spoke, two Sekhmi in eveningwear—a male carrying an elegant dagger and a female a silver tray covered with glass vials—approached the Amiti girl.
Irina’s world is dark. She works as a clinical psychologist in a Juvenile Correctional Facility dealing with the extremes of human behavior on a regular basis and takes care of her paralyzed husband who suffered a stroke several years ago. To bring light into her life she writes. Writing has always been her passion. She is originally from Russia where she was employed as a TV journalist.
Jo-An is a Leo, a lioness who has emerged to follow her dream, to someday write a book of her own. She owned a costume shop for 15 years and was able to satisfy and excel in her creative nature. She is an over-achiever and believes that anything is possible if you believe in yourself and ignore the nay-sayers. Her philosophy is based on Shakespeare "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves." She currently resides in California with her 5 cats and 1 husband.
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Monday, June 10, 2013
Hi Cathy! Can you tell the readers a little bit about yourself?
I’m Cathy Mansell, author of shadow Across the Liffey and Her Father’s Daughter. I was born in Dublin, Ireland and brought up there as a child. When I was twenty I married and moved to Leicester, England where my husband had a job waiting in the hosiery business. Unfortunately, he died of leukaemia and I was a lone parent with two very young children. Five years later I met and married my present husband, Dennis. We have three grown up children and eight grandchildren plus a Beagle, and live in the countryside of south Leicestershire, England.
Do you ever experience writer’s block?
Yes, I do. And what works for me is, I go back and read the previous 2 or 3 chapters and then I usually see why I got blocked in the first place. Another way is to go for a walk in the countryside. It refreshes my brain and gives me a different prospective when I come back to write.
If you had to go back and do it all over, is there any aspect of your novel or getting it published that you would change?
I don’t think you can change that happens along the road to publication. It is all part and parcel of getting published. The majority of authors have had to hone their craft to get their work up to scratch. It’s a long climb up that ladder to success. But so worth the journey when you get there.
How do you market your work? What avenues have you found to work best for your genre?
I am just discovering what works best for me in marketing my books. I think reviews help enormously, also blogging, and networking, word of mouth and advertising. I’m still experimenting. It takes time to build up a readership.
Will you have a new book coming out soon?
Yes, I’m thrilled to say that my second book, Her Father’s Daughter is out with Tirgearr Publishing on 6th June.
The story is set in a factitious newspaper office in Cork city, Ireland. The heroine, Sarah leaves her home in Dublin to take a position in Cork after a series of arguments with her parents. They are totally opposed to the move. This, at a time when jobs are scarce. The whole situation baffles Sarah and she leaves under a cloud, financially insecure. She takes a rented room unaware that the property owner is a pervert.
Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?
Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
I would love to hear from readers and fans. If there are any of you out there reading my books, thank you. It would be nice to hear from you via email or through my website or tirgearrpublishing.com. As a new author I would be most appreciative.
SHADOW ACROSS THE LIFFEY By Cathy Mansell
A gripping story of how family secrets can wreak havoc on the present.
In 60’s Ireland life is hard for widow, Oona Quinn, grief-stricken by the tragic deaths of her husband and five-year-old daughter. Struggling to survive, she meets charismatic Jack Walsh at the Shipping Office.
Vinnie Kelly, her son's biological father, just out of jail, sets out to destroy Oona and all she holds dear. Haunted by her past, she has to fight for her future and the safety of her son, Sean. But Vinnie has revenge on his mind . ..
The roar of the traffic made her head ache as she hurried along the pavement towards the bus stop. People hurried past and life went on, but Oona felt hers had truly ended.
Foolishly she had assumed that her love, together with constant reassurance from the family, would be enough to help heal Sean’s pain. She had been shocked to discover that deep down he was struggling with his own demons. Sean playing truant, and his disruptive behaviour, was tearing her apart. She couldn’t take much more. It was only a week since she had last been at the school to discuss him. Confusion scrambled her mind as she tried to work out what might have happened this time.
Pausing to catch her breath, she knocked on the headmaster’s door. Her stomach tightened.
Mr Mulvane glanced at her over his thick-rimmed spectacles. ‘I’m sorry to have taken you away from your work again,’ he said, ‘but I’m afraid…’ he cleared his throat, ‘shall we say that Sean is heading for expulsion if he continues to misbehave. The cane has little effect on him, and it grieved me to have to use it.’
Her heart sank. ‘What’s happened? What’s he done now?’
‘I know this is distressing for you, Mrs Quinn, but there’s been another altercation in the playground. This time it has resulted in a bloody nose for the O’Neill boy.’
‘Oh, dear God, no.’ She sighed. ‘What with the truancy and now this.’
‘That is why I called you.’ He paused.
Leicester Writers’ Club, Just Write workshop, Life President of Lutterworth Writers’ Group, Member NAWG, Member Romantic Novelist Association and past president of Riverside Speakers club.
Cathy is an experienced writer of romantic fiction. Her early work was competition short stories and articles published in national magazines. She was Editor in Chief of the Leicestershire Anthology, ‘Taking Off’, a book promoted and supported by Arts Council UK.
In recent times, Cathy has turned to writing full-length novels that are set in Ireland/England. Her debut book Shadow Across the Liffey was published on 7th February 2013 by Tirgearr Publishing. She was a recent contestant on the TV show Food Glorious Food to be broadcast on 27th February 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
It's release day for book 3 in the Symbiotic Mates Series and I'm celebrating with Natalie Acres at
and Destiny Blaine at
Of course there are contests - a chance to win the first two books in the series: Hunter and the Hawk and Peter and the Wolf.
Here's a peek at the new release.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
A mother’s suicide threatens to destroy a family legacy. Her sons, Sam and Daniel, are forced to leave their comfortable worlds behind and search for a woman they believe can unlock the secrets that have remained hidden. They are propelled into separate journeys from Los Angeles to the heart of the Zambezi where they are forced to confront a man known as Die Duiwel, the Devil. On their adventures they will find themselves in a place where death is one breath away, where thousands of children are disappearing into the darkness, and where the woman they are searching for is on the hunt for revenge. When they stand face-to-face with the forgotten slaves of Africa they will fight to redeem what has been lost.
Drops of rain turned into a torrential downpour as Danny and Sam stood drenched at the edge of a deep hole and a fresh mound of dirt. The casket had already been lowered into the ground, evident by the arm of a crane hovering overhead. A groundskeeper kept his distance a few yards away, careful to allow the boys their final goodbye.
A week ago they were living their own life, far removed from the darkness that had stolen their mother. One shouldered the guilt of a tarnished legacy while the other grew increasingly restless to return to his isolated world.
Danny was still reeling from his face to face with Bowman. How were they going to pay back the money? Where was the money? Why was it stolen in the first place? Should they even do anything, since neither was legally liable? He needed answers.
A wave of anger flushed over Danny as he thought of all his family had lost. Thousands of sermons preached by a man who now seemed as addicted to the almighty dollar as the people who passed the offering plate. He knew his father kept secrets, but nothing had prepared him for the news Bowman planted on him.
REVIEW SOUND BYTES
“A fast-paced mystery…you won’t put it down until
you’ve unlocked the secrets and lies to find the truth.”
Judith McCreary, Co-Executive Producer
Law & Order: SVU, Criminal Minds, & CSI
“Riveting...an indelible picture painted with suspense.”
Mitch Kruse, Author of Restoration Road
“An engrossing tale…makes you think about the world we live in and your place in it.”
Tony Guerrero, Founder of F.A.C.T. Alliance: Fight Against Child Trafficking
With the DNA of a world traveler, Williams was born in Hong Kong, has ventured into the jungles of the Amazon, the bush of Africa, and the slums of the Far East, to share stories of those who are overcoming incredible odds. He is the co-author of Restoration Road with Mitch Kruse and has produced and directed over 140 television episodes syndicated on NBC, ABC, FOX and various cable networks worldwide. Currently, he lives in Los Angeles, California with his wife.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Loni Lynne is here as part of her Super Book Blast for Wanted: One Ghost.
by Loni Lynne
Stuck in ghostly limbo for 238 years, James Addison can't move on to an afterlife. After being falsely accused of treason and executed, fate's cursed him to remain an earth-bound specter until he meets a historian sent to research his past.
Distrustful of fate, Dr. April Branford wants to be taken seriously, but her unique ability to divine history by touching objects seriously compromises her credibility. Her latest assignment? James Addison, a legendary colonial ladies' man with a shadowy past. Without much to go on, she doesn't hold out much hope to discover the man behind the legend until the day she accidentally touches him and brings him back to life.
With the help of family and ghosts from James’s past, they unravel the truth. But after falling in love and with time running out, it’s hard for April to believe in fate and a future where forever is now.
James Addison stopped in his tracks and turned around, sensing he wasn’t alone. A young woman dressed in leggings and woolens, her small, flat hat cocked jauntily over her eyes stood there, smiling at him.
Could she see him or was she looking at something behind him?
No. Impossible! No one could see him.
She examined the damn tree.
“Did you ever wonder what trees would tell us if they could talk?” She glanced towards him again. “Do you think James Addison hanged from these branches?”
James looked to the right of him, to the left. No one was there. Who was she talking to, the blasted tree?
“I wonder why he was never given a trial. Wasn’t the Treason Act of 1695 enacted at the time? James Addison should have been provided a counsel and jury for his crimes.” She turned towards him again. “Was he really executed for treason?”
“Was he really executed for treason?” James said, mimicking her feminine voice with his own British brogue. He walked toward the odd girl, wanting to shout in her face at the idiocy of her questioning the bloody tree. Didn’t she know how foolish she looked? “No, he wasn’t executed for treason. He was beaten to a bloody pulp and murdered!”
With eyes gone wide, the girl stared up at him.
“Murdered?” she asked back. “Are you sure?”
James stiffened. Dear God in heaven! Was she actually talking to him? He looked behind him to see if she might be addressing someone else. No one was there. Gathering his wits, he studied her closely. Could this girl actually hear him, see him?
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Loni Lynne is a stay at home mom, domestic goddess, U.S. Navy Veteran and lover of all things vintage/shabby-chic/Victorian and antique. From china cups and tea sets to lace doilies crocheted by hand (her grandmother made the best) she believes a touch of femininity never goes out of style.
Growing up all over the country she's been blessed with experiencing a good deal of culture and lifestyles. Much like her personality, she has eclectic tastes in what she likes to read and write. There is no 'one' genre in which she settles for.
God and fate have been big influences in her life. Both have taken her to places she never thought she'd be, both in the physical sense and in the spiritual. She wrote brief stories and snippets of life as it happened to her in her youth, and encouraged by her teachers, continued to write. Blessed with a loving supportive family growing up, she was able to explore her options which at times have been put into use in her stories. The Navy--and fate, afforded her the opportunity to meet her Army, "Annapolis-native" husband and team up with him to parent two beautiful daughters.
Years later, her husband gave her the best birthday present ever--a laptop, a membership to Romance Writers of America and a goal to complete a manuscript for submission by her next birthday. She did it. A few years later she was blessed with one of those novels, Wanted: One Ghost, as her debut novel.
Believe in Fate
Monday, June 3, 2013
Today I'm interviewing author Victoria Bernadine.
Hi Victoria! Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I grew up on a farm in southern Saskatchewan in Canada, and moved to Alberta when I was eighteen. I now live in Edmonton and I’ve been here since 1989. I’m now officially in my late-forties (how did that happen?), and I’m still wondering what I want to be when I grow up.
Victoria Bernadine is a pseudonym. I chose to use a pseudonym because when you google my real name, a lot of hits come up due to my previous “day job”, and I didn’t want my writing to get lost in the clutter. I’m in the process of building an online presence (particularly a blog) under the pseudonym.
When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?
I started writing as a kid in junior high (grades 7-9) – although it might have been even earlier. We didn’t get into town very often, although we always had a lot of books in the house (8 kids and most of us were and are avid readers). One summer day I was wandering around the house, craving something to read and not finding anything to satisfy the craving – so I decided to write something that I wanted to read. My two youngest brothers are also prolific writers although not published; it was just something we did, usually when we ran out of things to read.
When did I finish my first book? In 2011 – LOL. That was the first time I finished something I could/would consider a “novel”. It was for a writing challenge (JourneyStory) on LiveJournal. The story is called Historian’s Daughter - and if you’re interested, you can find it on LiveJournal, beginning here: http://historiandghtr.livejournal.com/429.html. It’s a post-apocalyptic dystopian romance...sorta...and it’s a novel I both love and hate. If anyone does read it, I hope you’ll (gently) let me know what you think of it!
How did you choose the genre you write in?
The genre chooses me – LOL – and I don’t limit myself to one particular genre. I’ve written two post-apocalyptic dystopian stories (one more romance-oriented, one not), a science fiction script (which I suppose could also be considered post-apocalyptic) and this book, A Life Less Ordinary, which is a romantic comedy-drama. Basically, I write whatever story is floating around in my head at that particular moment and let the genre take care of itself.
Do you ever experience writer’s block?
Holy crap – yes! I wrote pretty steadily during junior and high school and into the first year of university even though I never finished anything. Then, starting about the second year of university, the creativity (in terms of writing fiction) simply...stopped. I assumed I’d never write again but then in 2008, I was inspired by a TV show called Jericho and I began writing that “f-word”: *whispers*fanfiction. I craved stories about my favourite characters, especially after the show was cancelled, and while I found some, I didn’t find enough – so out of desperation, I started scribbling scenes in notebooks in order to have something to read.
And holy cow – those scribbles were SO BAD!
But I kept writing because it felt incredibly good to be doing something creative, and I never intended to share my scribbles with anyone, so it didn’t really matter. Then one day I finished typing up a bunch of scenes that were related and realized it was a complete story. A couple days later I re-read it and thought...“you know, this is actually...not bad.” It took a while to gather the courage to share it – but I eventually did, and I’ve been writing and sharing my work ever since. I expanded into original fiction when I started participating in National Novel Writing Month (every November) in 2009.
Do you work with an outline, or just write?
I just write. I also don’t write sequentially. I write whatever comes into my head and as I’m writing, I tend to be thinking “hmmm...I wonder what happened before/after this scene? Oh, I know!” - LOL.
Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?
The book that influenced me the most was George Orwell’s 1984, which I read in 1984 (the year I graduated high school). That book scared the living crap out of me and it’s why I decided to study history in university. I didn’t end up doing anything with my degree, but I loved every minute of studying it.
Is anything in your book based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?
I’ve taken bits and pieces of real-life experiences and exaggerated them or skewed them for the purposes of the story. For example, the premise of the book was intended to be fictional wish fulfilment, because when I started it, that’s exactly what I wanted to do – LOL. I did finally end up quitting my job and cashing out my pension, but unfortunately, I haven’t gone on a road trip, and there’s no Zeke or even a Harvey. My life seems lacking somehow!
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
Oh, dear. This is a tough one. I can honestly say I love everything about the book – which doesn’t mean I don’t read it and still find flaws! I can always find a better way of writing something – but my day job taught me that sooner or later you have to say it’s done and take your chances.
Anyway, one of my favourite parts to write was Harvey, Manny’s outspoken imaginary friend. When I started the story, he was originally intended to be this silent Perfect Fantasy Man who Manny conjured up whenever she was lonely or needed a lift, and their “relationship” was intended to be very (unrealistically) sexual. As the story progressed, he morphed into this personification of that snarky inside voice that constantly observes things, makes sarcastic comments and tells it like it is no matter how desperately you’re trying to deceive yourself...or am I the only one who has that??
What project are you working on now?
I’m working on a sequel to A Life Less Ordinary which is currently titled A Year in the Life. It picks up the day after this novel ends. I’m reassessing Historian’s Daughter and trying to decide if I could make it good enough for publication. I’m also beginning to work on a novelization of a script I wrote for a science fiction movie (which, if you want to read it, is available in all its unformatted glory here - http://archiveofourown.org/works/404077). I have a few fanfictions in progress as well.
For the last fifteen years, Rose “Manny” Mankowski has been a very good girl. Now, at the age of 45, she’s questioning her choices and feeling more and more disconnected from her own life. When she’s passed over for promotion and her much younger new boss implies Manny’s life will never change, something snaps. In the blink of an eye, she’s quit her job, sold her house, cashed in her pension, and she’s leaving town on a six month road trip.
After placing an ad for a travelling companion, she’s joined in her mid-life crisis by Zeke Powell, the cynical, satirical, most read – and most controversial – blogger for the e-zine, What Women Want. Zeke’s true goal is to expose Manny’s journey as a pitiful and desperate attempt to reclaim her lost youth – and increase his readership at the same time.
Now, armed with a bagful of destinations, a fistful of maps, and an out-spoken imaginary friend named Harvey, Manny’s on a quest to rediscover herself – and taking Zeke along for the ride.
“All I ever wanted was a life less ordinary.”
Manny lay flat on her back, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling while she waited for her clock to hit 6:00. Another day of work, she thought. Another day older and deeper in debt.
She had the alarm timed to the millisecond. The jarring noise had barely begun when she clicked it off. She sighed then threw back the covers and got out of bed.
She padded into the bathroom, glanced without interest in the full-length mirror that doubled as her shower doors and took her morning inventory.
Plain face? Check.
Looking tired? Check.
Thirty pounds overweight? Check.
Dark circles under deer-caught-in-headlights eyes? Check and check.
She shook her head at her limp, mousy hair and wondered when she’d gotten so old.
She sighed in resignation then conjured up her Perfect Fantasy Man–or Harvey, as she liked to call him–to give her a morning lift. She cocked her head to one side as she stared into the mirror and imagined him standing behind her. She smiled at the handsome man, and he smiled back, putting his hands on her shoulders. Everything about him was warm, in stark contrast to the cold shades of grey in which she lived her life. He had warm brown eyes, warm brown skin, and a warm smooth voice that always reminded her of golden honey. Today his hair was black with greying temples, and yes, even that seemed warm to her.
He was perfect, everything she considered ideal in a man–and extra-perfect, of course, because he was a fantasy. Just the thought of trying to establish a relationship with an actual man felt too much like work.
She sighed and Harvey disappeared.
“Instead I ended up in a rut–everything planned and executed to the minute.”
Victoria Bernadine (a pseudonym) is, as the saying goes, a “woman of a certain age”. After twenty-something years of writer’s block, she began writing again in 2008. She began with fanfiction about a (now-cancelled) TV show called Jericho and particularly about the characters of Heather Lisinski and Edward Beck. From there, she expanded into writing original fic and she hasn’t stopped since.
Victoria enjoys reading all genres and particularly loves writing romantic comedy and post-apocalyptic science fiction. What those two have in common is anybody’s guess.
She lives in Edmonton with her two cats (The Grunt and The Runt). A Life Less Ordinary is the first novel she felt was good enough to be released into the wild.
Victoria can be contacted through Love of Words Publishing Inc.
(firstname.lastname@example.org) or through her brand new blog at http://victoriabernadine.wordpress.com/.
A Life Less Ordinary is available for sale on Amazon in both Kindle and hard copy formats at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AMJBOSQ.