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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

RC Bonitz: A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL


RC Bonitz is in the house. His contemporary romance, A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, is getting great reviews and he has a new release coming out soon. More about them later, but first, meet RC Bonitz.
 
Hi Gale- Thanks for having me today. Since I'm new to your readers, I thought I'd simply introduce myself today. Not to bore you with a real biography, I'm going to address only one question about me. Which is--.

I love to write. I did many different things in my life before I came to writing. Some of them, most of them, gave me a better living than writing does, or ever will, unless I find myself with a couple of N. Y. Times best sellers. One can always hope of course and I do, but in that sense I'm a realist. You know, the odds and all that. But, no matter what my chances are the money doesn't matter.

 I've been an engineer, a psychotherapist, a contractor, a teacher and a manager. Yeah, I've been around a while. Some of those careers were frustrating, while others were rewarding. But none of them compare with writing.

I became an author late in life, with a dream that seemed just perfect for the opening of a book. I played with it and wrote about two hours a week in those days. Then the story grew on me and Anne became a real person, a very brave woman who gave wings to her life. I still recall the rush I felt the day she chose to gamble everything for her dreams. Her story is A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, and it's to be published in the next few weeks.

Needless to say, I'm no longer writing two hours a week. The first book I had published was completed in less than six months. A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL is out now in e-book form and will soon be out in print. I've actually written a sequel to it titled A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, which I'm editing now. That too will be completed in just a few months.

By the way, the title for the sequel came from friend and fellow author, PJ Sharon, who gleefully entered multiple titles in a contest I was running. We'll see what my publisher thinks about it, but I figure she hit the bull's-eye.

As you may have realized from my level of activity I'm still enamored of writing. I fall in love with my characters and get a rush when they succeed, or fall in love, or take brave steps forward in their lives. In A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, when Diane learned the truth about Brian and threw off all her doubts I jumped for joy. Well, figuratively at least. I have too many miles on me to pop around like a kid anymore. But you get the picture. I live for my characters. Their courage and determination thrills me and I love them for it. In A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, Jesse falls in love, but resists when it seems Ike could care less about her. But, when the truth comes out, she forgives him and finds out she is truly loved. My heart goes out to her just writing these words, no less the ones in the book.
 
So, that's why I write. And I think it's why most of us read, at least those of us who read fiction. We fall into the story and the characters and care about them all.

Well, that's my story. I have ideas in my head for three more books. They don't have names yet, my heroes and heroines, but they're already in my head, and in my heart.

 A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL


When some creep plasters nude photos of Diane's kid sister on the internet, Diane plans a little revenge: seduce the guy until his clothes come off and take his picture. Then it's blackmail time. But has she targeted the wrong guy?

       Brian's no stranger to the wiles of beautiful women. Most want him for his money, but Diane has a different objective: to trash his reputation. Furious, Brian resolves to teach her a lesson… until he learns the truth and loses his heart to this daring woman. But to win her trust and convince her he's not the villain, he has to best her at her own game.

A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL is available at Silver Publishing in all eformats:
https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/a-little-bit-of-bAmazonlackmail-ebook-p-655

A BLANKET FOR HER HEART    Available soon from Dancing With Bear Publishing- in print- at:
http://www.dancingwithbearpublishing.com/

You can find the excerpts and the latest information on my blog at: http://www.rcbonitz.com


Thanks for having me today Gale. I look forward to hosting you one day soon. RC

My pleasure. I really enjoyed hearing about your journey to publication. I took a circuitous path too - lab technician, transit person on a survey crew, and CAD manager. Thanks for the invite. I'd love to come visit.




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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Elizabeth Kyne: Blog Tour


Today I'm excited to have Elizabeth Kyne here as part of her blog tour to promote her new romantic comedy If Wishes Were Husbands.


And now here's Elizabeth...


WHEN I DECIDED TO STOP BEING SENSIBLE


Author Elizabeth Kyne reveals why she swapped logic for a career in writing


I had a sensible job once. It was, after all, the sensible thing to do. I put everything into this job, worked six days per week, got in early, thought about it and continued to work on new ideas after I left the office – the whole shebang. Then, one day, when I was at a training course for my job, some 130 miles away from base, I managed to get as far as the tea break before I burst into tears in front of a group of strangers. I walked out of the room sobbing and saying “I can’t cope anymore”. It was this incident that made me realise that having a normal life with a normal job maybe wasn’t such a good idea after all.

I’d not always succumbed to the idea of being normal. When I first graduated with a diploma in radio journalism, I went freelance and spent seven years mixing writing with being on the radio, mostly newsreading. During my studies, I’d managed to get a magazine article published – for which I got paid! – and I wanted to continue doing that, while the radio stuff gave me extra income. This was great for about seven years, until the novelty started to wear off. I also started to get jealous of friends of mine who would, for example, book some time off work and still receive the same salary at the end of the month; or who could go out on a Saturday night without worrying about getting up on Sunday morning to get some work done.

Maybe this concept of a regular job wasn’t such a bad idea after all, I thought. I decided to get one.

I had this crazy idea that a ‘proper job’ would give me more of an opportunity to write fiction. I’d always written stories, ever since I’d bashed out a dreadful science fiction adventure novel on an old typewriter we had lying around when I was twelve, but it had been tough to write a novel at the same time as freelancing. Every time I sat down and wrote “Chapter One”, I would get interrupted by a phone call which meant paid writing work with a deadline, and that had to take priority. But a ‘proper job’ would be different, with its guaranteed weekends and time off. After all, loads of novelists have had writing careers while holding down a day job.

I don’t think any of these writers had worked in radio. The concept of getting up early to write before going to the office is fine when you’re on a nine-to-five, but when you have to be at work by 5am for the breakfast shift, the prospect of getting up a couple of hours earlier has little attraction. The work itself also sapped the creativity from my brain, so I had little left to give to a novel. By the time I realised that, it seemed easy to give up on writing at weekends too, and surrender to the temptation of going to parties and having fun.

It was the sensible thing to do.

I put everything into this job, and ended up presenting an afternoon radio programme every weekday, plus a specialist gardening show on the Saturday. It was a long week and I was effectively doing the work of two people. Then, when the person I was working with got into trouble with management and was suspended, the workload was piled onto me. I don’t think I quite realised the stress I was under until I went on this one-day training course. After a night in a very hot hotel unable to sleep, it only took several people to ask me the wrong thing and all the stress came out in one go.

The following morning, as I sat in my nightshirt on the step outside my patio door at home, I started to think about my future. I was forty years old and, even though I wasn’t exactly young, I still had more than twenty years to go until retirement age. Did I want to stay in that job for another twenty years? No, I didn’t.

I decided I didn’t have to be sensible anymore. I negotiated to go part time at work, I rented out my house and I moved back with my parents so I could write. It wasn’t an entirely barmy idea. I had, after all, made a living freelancing some years before which included publishing some non-fiction books; and I’d had a little bit of success with stories entered into competitions along the way.

It was, I have to say, harder than it seemed. I hadn’t written for a while and I had to re-learn my craft. I wrote one novel which ended up in the bottom drawer because it wasn’t good enough. It was, however, good practice, and I continued to persevere. A couple of years later, my novel  If Wishes Were Husbands is out there and I’m on my way to starting a new life. I still miss those regular payslips at the end of the month, but do I really want to go back to that sensible life? No, I don’t think I do.

*****

If Wishes Were Husbands
Rachel re-invents herself when she moves back to her home town of Aylesbury; with a new job, a new house and a new haircut. But people’s eyes glaze over when she tells them about her life as a forty-something singleton who works in accounts. So why not spice things up a bit? Why not tell her new hairdresser and her new friends about her fantastic husband? Everyone wants to hear about Darren, the man who cooks her amazing meals, cleans the house and takes her to bed for orgasmic sex three times a night! What a shame he doesn't exist…



…Until she comes home one night and finds Darren sitting in her lounge. And everything she said becomes true: from his sensuous food to his skill in bed. So real, that she believes it.


Not as if living with a perfect is man is… well, perfect…


She can’t find anything because every time she puts something down, he tidies it away. Then there’s the shock of the credit card bill from buying all that gourmet food. Not to mention the sex! Three times a night is great at first, but sometimes all she wants at the end of the day is a sandwich and some sleep.


Then Rachel decides that Darren has to go - and that’s when her troubles really begin.



Elizabeth Kyne takes the absurdities of the modern woman's quest for love and turns them into an enjoyable romp. She finds the comic in everyday situations, from buying a dress to experimenting with hair dye at home. While, underneath, she comments on the pressure to find the perfect husband and how that quest is doomed for us all.

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Elizabeth Kyne trained to be a radio journalist and spent her early working years reading news bulletins and writing for magazines. Later, after learning the meaning of “mortgage” and “gas bill”, she decided to do the sensible thing and drop the freelance lifestyle to get a proper job. The job, however, all went horribly wrong and she returned to her first love of writing, and worked on several novels before finding success with “If Wishes Were Husbands”.



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Monday, January 23, 2012

Irresistibly Sweet Blogs


I've been told I'm sweet. Okay, so maybe it’s my blog that’s sweet. That's what Calisa Rhose told me when she sent me the beautiful logo you see above. Thanks girlfriend! Calisa is the author of HOME, which I reviewed last week (and loved) Calisa has a very sweet blog too. You can see it here.
http://calisarhose.wordpress.com/

Calisa said I have to nominate 10 other blogs for this award and then spill the goods seven times on myself, but I decided to do something different. There are so many good blogs that I follow, (just look at my sidebar) it's hard to choose. So I'm giving a shout to ten that feature romantic fiction, post reviews or offer helpful advice to writers.
Have fun checking them out:

https://spsilverpublishing.com/?main_page=wordpress

http://rainingmenamen.blogspot.com/

http://blog.nathanbransford.com/

http://hollylisle.com/weblog/

http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/content.php


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Friday, January 20, 2012

HOME by Calisa Rhose


I just finished reading Home by Calisa Rhose, a wonderful story of forgiveness, acceptance and love. The story takes place in a time often ignored by writers – the Vietnam era. It's a time frame I'm familiar with and Calisa brought it all back Home. She's a talented writer who knows how to set a scene that puts a reader in the middle of the action. But more than that, she excels at getting inside the character's heads. The relationship between the returning hero, Sam, a man suffering from post-traumatic stress and the heroine, Poppy, who helps him find his way Home is a touching love story that will stay with me for a long, long time. Highly recommended.
Home

What could a gypsy and a Vietnam veteran have in common?
Silvertown's outcast, Poppy Tippen, has loved football hero Sam "The Force" Callahan forever. But he never seemed to know she was alive. Now he's home from the war and she suddenly finds herself comforting him from the demons of "that damn war." Is his attention merely an escape from the haunting nightmares? Or does she hold the interest of the only man she's ever truly loved?
Sam Callahan's only solace from the war nightmares wrecking his life comes in the unlikely form of a gypsy girl with stigmas of her own. He's known Poppy his entire life, but there's something different about her now. Something special he desperately wants to hold on to. Can he convince her she's the only thing he needs to put the past behind him?
Available at Amazon:
and Wild Rose Press:

About the Author


Calisa Rhose writes in Oklahoma, USA where she lives with her hero of 28 years and her three grown daughters and four granddaughters. She loves her horse and has three spoiled dogs and one cat between her and hero husband.

It all began when she discovered daydraming about meeting the Bay City Rollers- that Scottish rock group who came like the second invasion from Europe in the mid 70's. (and Billy Ray thought he cornered the mullet market with Achy Breaky Heart!) She decided to write those daydreams down and has never stopped. Now those cute rockers are replaced with cowboys, firemen or whoever strikes her fancy.
She writes contemporary and vintage historical. She enjoys writing about cowboys more than anything but will throw a fireman in for fun. You can visit her on her website: http://calisarhose.wordpress.com
  Twitter@Calisa_Rhose
and Facebook/Calisa Rhose
She loves getting mail so you can fill her inbox at calisa.rhose@gmail.com




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    Monday, January 16, 2012

    SPITFIRE - nominated for Best Menage Book of 2011


    The LR Cafe 'Best of 2011' Awards Voting has begun and SPITFIRE is nominated for Best Ménage book of 2011
    Voting is at Dawn's Reading Nook and ends January 24th, 2012 at Midnight EST (USA Time). Your comment is your vote.

    Please, please, please vote for me.
    Here's the URL. No anonymous comments allowed.

    http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-menage-book-of-2011-nominees-are.html?zx=6362b070babb1cd3


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    Saturday, January 14, 2012

    Lucy Felthouse: Susie White and the Right Hand Man


    Lucy Felthouse is one of my go to authors when I'm looking for a short, hot read. Lucy has a new book out, a modern take on Snow White, and she's sharing an excerpt. Enjoy!

    A wedding, an evil plan, a love story and a sacrifice are the order of the day in this modern retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman.

    Susie White and her stepmother-to-be have never seen eye to eye, despite all of Susie’s best efforts to be friendly. Eager not to spoil her father’s happiness, Susie still agrees to be bridesmaid at their wedding. When the big day comes, she meets Louise’s right hand man, Scott. Susie had never believed in love at first sight until that moment. The pair hit it off, sharing a mutual dislike of Louise and her wicked ways. Their camaraderie quickly develops into something more, and they date in secret until it’s time for Susie to leave for University – and freedom. Unfortunately, Scott has an earth-shattering revelation, which means the two of them of them must work together to unravel Louise’s evil plan, before it’s too late.

    More info and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/susie-white-and-the-right-hand-man/
    Available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B006J9Q2H6/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelt-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B006J9Q2H6
    All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-susiewhiteandtherighthandman-653106-144.html

    Excerpt:

    I should have known my stepmother was up to something when she offered to help me move all my stuff to my University digs. It wasn’t like her to be civil, much less helpful, but I figured that she was happy I was moving hundreds of miles away, and therefore would do anything to make sure it happened as quickly as possible.

    As my father’s only child, I’m the sole heir to White’s Bites, a massively profitable confectionary company based in Wiltshire, England. My stepmother had made no secret of the fact she resented that she wouldn’t get a stake in the business, should anything happen to my father. Of course, the reason for this was that my father knew the first thing the witch would do was put the business on the market to get her greedy little hands on the cash. I, on the other hand, loved White’s Bites and would continue to run it to the best of my ability.

    We’d never seen eye to eye, my stepmother and I. However, it wasn’t the usual ‘child resents someone trying to replace their parent’ syndrome, it was her that resented me.

    My mom had died of cancer when I was fifteen. My father and I were devastated, as you’d expect, but I’d always urged him to get on with his life. After all, it’s what mom would have wanted, and I certainly didn’t want my dad to be lonely when I got married and left home.

    So, a couple of years later, when dad met Louise and they started dating, I was thrilled. He was happy, therefore so was I. Soon it became more serious and dad wanted me to meet her. I was excited, but nervous.

    When the time came and Louise had walked into our house, I’d been in awe. Don’t get me wrong, my mom had been beautiful, but in a natural way, as if she didn’t realise, or care. But Louise clearly did. Her gorgeous hair was perfectly quaffed, and her attractive features were enhanced by expertly applied makeup. Her outfit looked like something from a fashion magazine. I managed to pull myself together before she saw me standing there, all slack-jawed and stupid-looking. Walking towards her, I’d held out a hand.

    “Louise!” I’d said, beaming, “I’m so pleased to finally meet you. Dad’s told me so much about you.”

    She’d smiled thinly and without any real emotion. “Charmed, I’m sure, Susan.” She’d shaken my hand gingerly, as though she was afraid she’d catch something. I’d half expected her to wipe her hand on her clothes afterwards.

    “Oh please, call me Susie.” I’d said, ignoring her odd behaviour. I’d been eager to get on with the woman, knowing it would please my father. “Everyone does.”

    Another tight-lipped smile. I’d tried hard to make conversation with her and make her feel comfortable in our home. But I never felt like I was succeeding. At first, I put it down to her being nervous or shy, but as weeks and months passed, I still never felt as though Louise warmed to me. I never bothered my father with my concerns. After all, as long as she liked him, what did it matter?

    While Louise and my father were just dating, things weren’t too bad. They went to restaurants, the theatre, the cinema, and so on. I didn’t see her very often, and therefore didn’t have to put up with her frosty behaviour towards me.

    Naturally, everything changed when dad told me he was going to ask Louise to marry him. He’d sat me down to break the news – fortunately – and I’d done my best to act delighted. Luckily, dad hadn’t noticed anything was amiss, and as he’d chatted about ceremonies, honeymoons and Louise moving in, a cold shiver had run up my back. This could not end well.

    More info and buy links:
    http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/susie-white-and-the-right-hand-man/



    Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth.

    Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.


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    Thursday, January 12, 2012

    Lorelei Confer: Deadly Deliverance Giveaway!

    Author Lorelei Confer is here today, celebrating her new release.

    Deadly Deliverance will be out January 17th from Siren-Bookstrand.  

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    You can win an ebook copy of Deadly Deliverance! Just leave a comment to be entered in the giveaway.

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    Now here's Lorelei...


    Good morning! I’m Lorelei Confer and I write romantic suspense.

    I wrote my first story in the fourth grade in the form of a play which actually was produced by my teacher for parents and students. I continued writing and majored in English in College. I practice every day to improve my craft.


    An author of romantic suspense I love reading almost as much as writing. I have filled my book shelves with my favorites, i.e. Harlan Colban, Eliza March, Johanna Lindsey, Kathy Carmichael, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Andrew Gross, Terri Garey, Karen Rose, LuAnn Rice, and Bobbi Smith just to mention a few, as well as all the classics. I live on a peninsula in the mid west coast of Florida with my husband, two cats, and AJ, my long haired Chihuahua.
    I love hearing from readers so please visit my website: www.loreleiconfer.com or blog at www.loreleiconfer.blogspot.com.
    In doing research for my first book, Deadly Deception, I learned so much about Human Sex Trafficking and I really wanted to get the message out that this horrific crime is happening in your own backyard. I met with an undercover detective assigned to our local task force for human trafficking and from all the information I gleaned from him and numerous other interviews I have been able to put together realistic stories.
    My second book, Deadly Revenge, happens in the North Carolina mountains which is the eighth likely state for human trafficking due to their interstate going north and south and east and west. Who knew?
    I’ve just finished my third book in the ‘Deadly’ series, Deadly Deliverance, which is also about human sex trafficking from an investigators point of view. It’s primarily located in the Washington, DC area and is available from Siren Bookstrand Jan 17th, 2012.
    I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy researching and writing them.

    Deadly Deliverance
    A BookStrand Mainstream Romance
    Things get personal for Sam Brower, undercover task force detective for human trafficking, when his niece, Autumn, goes missing. To make matters worse, he’s forced to work with his ex-girlfriend, Lisa Conover, former DC cop, when she’s assigned to a cold case involving his long lost brother.

    After infiltrating the gang responsible for the multiple abductions, Sam and Lisa try to unravel the stories behind the kidnapping of Autumn and the disappearance of Luke before their cover is blown.
    Undercover work doesn’t lend well to trust. Even if they work together like a fine tuned instrument, will Lisa and Sam be able to salvage love after all they’ve been through?

    Available at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/deadly-deliverance

    Deadly Deception and Deadly Revenage are available at Bookstrand:
    http://www.bookstrand.com/lorelei-confer and Amazon.


    Story Excerpt
     
    “Ahh!! Oh!! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Right there! Please, don’t stop, please,” Lisa Conover muttered. “Harder, harder! No! Don’t leave now!” She groaned as she pounded her fists into the hardwood floor. “Damn it! Why did you stop?” she asked Godiva, her twenty-two pound silver tabby cat, who had jumped off her back and now sauntered over to a sunny spot on the carpet, flopping down in a very unladylike manner. Just like Sam used to do years ago, gets me feeling comfortable and then he takes off.

    Lisa’s aching back muscles were so tight from hunching over her computer ten to twelve hours a day every day for the past weeks. She needed a massage. Better yet, she needed a vacation.

    She rolled over onto her back and stared above at the open-beamed ceiling of her log cabin in the North Carolina Mountains outside Hickoryville. She studied the accumulation of dust bunnies along the beams.

    The setting sun cast shadows across the room as she gazed out the two-story floor to ceiling windows on one wall. The view of the tranquil scenic mountains in its resplendent fall glory replaced some of the angst she felt about her work. She relaxed and stretched her arms above her head. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t had any lunch today.

    She stood, trying to stretch her still-aching muscles by turning side to side at the waist, touching her toes—or attempting to anyway.

    Then maybe she could get a few more hours of work done before bedtime.

    After putting down fresh water and food for Godiva she opened the fridge hoping to find something for dinner. She knew what she would find but she looked anyway. It was empty except for a couple of eggs, and an older-than-she-knew container of yogurt she couldn’t trust anymore.

    She glimpsed down at Godiva who had already finished her dinner. “I think I’ll run down to The Barn and get something to eat. You can hold down the fort here for a while, right?” she asked Godiva who sauntered away licking her lips.

    She walked the short distance from the kitchen to the corner of the large open room to her desk which held her state-of-the-art computer system with three screens and a laptop. She sat down to start turning everything off when the phone on her desk rang.

    “Conover Investigations, Lisa speaking.”

    “Hi, is Sam Brower there?”

    “Sorry, but I haven’t heard from Sam in years. How did you get my number?”

    “This is the last number I had for him. I really need to talk to him ASAP.”

    “Maybe I can help you. What’s the problem?”

    “No, I need to talk to Sam.”

    “I’m sorry I can’t help you. Give me your name and a number where he can reach you, and if I hear from him I’ll let him know you’re trying to get in touch with him, okay?”

    “My name’s Luke and he can reach me at …” Then the phone line went dead. He had hung up.

    What is it about men? They never say good-bye.

    Adult Excerpt
    “Sam, have you really thought this through?” Lisa asked as she pulled her hair away from her face.
    “Of course I have. Do you think I really want to give up what we’ve just renewed?”
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, back the truck up,” Lisa said as she pushed away from him, her hands on his chest. “What do you think has been renewed? Yes, we shared a couple of ‘hello’ kisses for old time’s sake, but that’s all.”
    Sam turned and moved closer to her. “Let’s take care of that right now. I know I want more out of our relationship, maybe even something permanent, don’t you?” He put his hands on her shoulders and attempted to pull her closer. She resisted.
    He leaned in and kissed her shoulders, moving to her neck. She moved away. He pulled her closer and continued kissing her long neck, ears, and cheeks, moving toward her open and groaning mouth. Her hands moved to his elbows and then up to his shoulders until they were around his neck where she hung on for dear life.
    His mouth moved to encompass hers, his tongue tangling with hers. He groaned as he pulled her closer to rub against his erection. He walked her backwards toward the bed until the back of her legs could go no farther. They slowly tumbled to the bed without breaking the kiss. He held her in his arms, plundering her mouth. His hands moved up her side and found her breast. She wiggled. His fingers found her nipple and gently squeezed until it became erect and hard. He pulled up her blouse and broke the kiss to take his wet mouth to her breast. He moved her satin-and-lace bra out of the way and plundered her nipple. She groaned and arched toward him. His hand pulled up her skirt and reached for her feminine curls finding soft, satin-and-lace matching panties. He pulled them aside and reached for her hot wet spot waiting and ready for him.
    His hand slid between her legs and brushed the dewy petals of her damp folds, sending a zing of electricity through her entire body. Working a finger inside her, he growled, “Keep going,” with a jerk of his chin at her still hands.
    He worked two fingers into her wet passage and stretched her wide. Her back arched as delicious tremors and hot shocks of pleasure streaked through her body. His eyes as deep and dark as night, his gaze caressed her, traveling over her body to rest where his hand had disappeared between her legs.
    Eyes heavy-lidded, he murmured, “I want to lick you all over like an ice cream cone.”
    His heated look inflamed her blood, and a film of perspiration covered her skin. She tried to fill her restricted lungs, but there wasn’t enough air in the room.
    He moved his fingers inside her. He was huge, jutting past his belly button, a network of veins distended in stark relief along the length.
    He was stroking himself while he was pleasuring her. He rolled on top of her and, finding the exact spot, he thrust inside her. She arched her hips toward him, wanting more, and he thrust deeper. In and out, in and out, their rhythm soon matched until they both spiraled out of control and into ecstasy.
    Sam moved off her but lay close beside her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He didn’t want to let her go.


     

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    Monday, January 9, 2012

    Diane Alberts: RECLAIMED


    I’m excited to welcome Diane Alberts today. She’s here as part of the blog tour for her new paranormal romance, Reclaimed.

    I just finished reading Reclaimed and thoroughly enjoyed it. A good read is like a good meal. It’s got to have all the right ingredients. Reclaimed fits the bill and I pretty much devoured it.

    For me, the most important ingredient is the characters. The smart and spunky heroine drew me into the story and I liked her right off the bat. I enjoyed the banter between her and hunky hero, Isaac. As in any great story, world building is essential. I want to feel like I’m immersed in the setting. Whether Sabrina was in her new home in England or enjoying a meal at the McGuiness Tavern, the author made me feel a part of it. In fact the whole book is both well written and well plotted. Check out the excerpt Diane is sharing today and I’m sure you’ll agree.  

    Now here’s Diane.
    Where I write?
     
    I often get asked where I do the majority of my writing. I could lie, and state something blatantly wrong such as “the beach”. I could sound sophisticated, and state, “At Starbucks with glasses on and a latte in each hand”. (The second is close to accurate, minus the Starbucks)
     
    In reality, I write with coffee in my hand, and four…yes, FOUR kids screaming, running, fighting, laughing, and crying. My house is never, ever quiet. Unless everyone is asleep. But, I’m usually too tired by then to write! So, I write in my bedroom, at my desk, as every other second a child comes in asking for something.
     
    Distracting? Yes. But I can’t afford Starbucks every day, and so it shall be!
     
    Blurb
     
    After moving to England, Sabrina tumbles into an unknown world when she meets the man of her dreams, literally. As a writer, her overactive imagination makes her believe the impossible, but recovering from shock, she wonders how Isaac could appear in her nightmares—when she’s never met him in real life. Until now.
     
    The staggering events catapult her into a world where ruthless creatures roam freely along unsuspecting humans, and battle lines are clearly drawn.
     
    While embarking on a dangerous and passionate affair, a bitter enemy appears from Isaac's past that will stop at nothing to remove Sabrina from his arms. Permanently. In order to establish a foreseeable and solid future, she must first deal with tumultuous occurrences. Navigating a shadowy world she never knew existed, Sabrina fights for her newfound love...and her life.
     
    Excerpt
     
    A strange stillness sat in the air outside Sabrina’s house. No trees swayed in the breeze, no animals scampered in the forest, as if the world itself had come to a halt.
     
    Uneasiness rolled over her, and she studied Isaac out of the corner of her eye. Surprisingly, he seemed to be as tense as her. He gripped her arm tighter than necessary, and his lips were pressed together as well. She could feel the tension pulsating off his body, and she got taken back into her dreams. For the first time in real life, he made her shiver in apprehension. As if sensing her fear, he shot her a quick grin.
     
    “Well, I had a lovely evening.” He spoke over his shoulder as he practically dragged her to the door. She stumbled in an attempt to keep up with his pace. At the door he pointedly stared at her, causing her to realize he waited for her to open it. She fumbled through the mess she called a purse to find the key. She turned to him and smiled as she studied him through the cover of her eyelashes.
     
    “Would you like to come in for a nightcap? I have wine…or coffee…or tea, or....” She stuttered to a stop, unsure of what to say.
     
    God, she sounded like such an idiot.
     
    Nightcap?
     
    Who the heck said nightcap anymore?
     
    “While I’d love to take you up on that offer, I have something I have to take care of tonight. Could I get a rain check? For say, tomorrow night? We could do a movie and wine? Or is tomorrow too soon in the dating world?”

    “No, not too soon at all. I’d love to see you tomorrow. ”She tried to hide her disappointment behind a bright smile. “You can call me, and we’ll firm up a time. Good night.”
     
    She turned to go inside and got caught off-guard when he grabbed her elbow and spun her to face him. It happened so quickly she leaned back against the door in confusion; one hand on the doorknob and the other braced against the cool steel of the door. He moved his body closer to hers and placed his hand at her head. His other hand cupped her cheek while his thumb stroked her jaw line. All thought fled as his body pressed against hers, and a small swoosh of air escaped her lips at his touch.

    “I didn’t think it even possible for you to grow more beautiful, but you have proven me wrong.” When his lips met hers, she lost all thought, all ability to move. She’d somehow been tied to this spot—this man.

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    Author Bio and Links:
    Diane Alberts lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her husband, four kids, and a bird. She lives in the mountains-but wishes it were the beach. She has been writing since she was in elementary school, but only recently fulfilled her dreams of being published in 2011. Enjoys dyeing yarn and knitting in her “spare” time.
     
    Diane Alberts is a published romance writer. Kill Me Tomorrow, Diane’s addition to the popular 1NS series from Decadent Publishing, will be out on October 28, 2011. Look for Reclaimed, available soon from Decadent Publishing.  Also, Escape To Me, Diane’s second contribution to the 1NS series, just recently got contracted. Absolution, the first of a new series with Decadent called Honor Guard, is in the pre-editing process. Broken, another 1NightStand book, was also recently contracted with Decadent Publishing.
    In addition to being a writer, Diane also reads slush for Entangled Publishing as an intern.
    She loves interacting with readers, so feel free to email her or follow her on her various social networks.



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