Hi, thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my latest book from Evernight.
An Unusual Vacation
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s
vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his
Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on
As the two of them fall into a hot romance, Dominic is sure Michelle could be ‘the one,’ but Michelle is filled with doubt when she considers how he might
react to discovering her secrets.
When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
Read an excerpt 18+
Michelle turned in the shelter of Dominic’s outstretched arm, and slipped her arm around him.
He smiled with pleasure and held her around the shoulders as he led her across the parking lot and along the walkways to where the River Sprite
The soft slap of the river water, warm gentle breeze, and yellow lanterns lighting the boardwalk provided a special atmosphere. Dominic helped Michelle
aboard and after unlocking the cabin, showed her in with a grin. “Welcome to the River Sprite. I’ll make coffee. You can look around if you’d like
to.” He turned into the galley to start making coffee.
“It’s much bigger than I expected. I’ve only been on smaller motorboats.” She gave herself a quick tour.
Dominic heard her opening doors and making sounds of delight. He’d poured boiling water on the coffee granules when she appeared by his side. He turned to
her. “I made instant. It’s quicker. White, black, sugar?”
Michelle smiled as she answered. “Black, no sugar, thank you.”
“Would you like cognac? I have some French stuff I bought yesterday.” He handed her a cup of coffee.
Michelle took the cup. “That sounds good. Just a little, please.”
He found glasses and brought the cognac from out of the supply cupboard. As he splashed the dark amber liquid into each glass, Michelle closed the gap
between them. Dominic placed the bottle of cognac carefully onto the worktop. Michelle’s proximity sent little shocks of desire through him. Acutely aware
of the way her hair fell gently over the satin skin of her shoulders, Dominic’s gaze traced a path along where he wished his lips might follow with kisses.
She put her coffee cup down next to his, and in one move slid her hands up his chest and leaned against his body.
Dominic instinctively put his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head as she nestled her face against his chest. His eyes closed as a wave of
tenderness flowed over him. A faint scent of roses filled his head.
Michelle looked up into his eyes. “You feel good. Do you work out?” She ran her hands around on the muscles of his chest.
Even through the black T-shirt he’d worn with his suit, her touch ignited desire and his cock stirred. His heart did a weird flip and his stomach
tightened. He nodded, unable to trust his voice not to betray the urgent need to fuck, which gripped him as she ran her hands around his hips and actually
grabbed his ass.
She ran her tongue over her top lip as she stared up into Dominic’s eyes and that was it.
Dominic bent his head to hers and captured her mouth in a kiss that weakened his thighs. He slipped his hands around her face to hold her until he’d kissed
her breathless. Hot streaks of desire burned over his stomach and his cock jerked into an erection. Her tongue against his sent shivers down his back to
pool under his balls. Soft tendrils of her hair caught under his palms as he held her face and bit at her bottom lip when he broke the kiss to let her
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I originally expected this story to be a short, but as the plot developed and the characters took over, the story grew and grew, and still there’s more to
tell, because one of the supporting characters, Connor, is going to have his own story.
Dominic Carr, my hero and Michelle Vega, my heroine, couldn’t be more different, but they are instantly drawn to each other and the resulting passion
between them is intense. Dominic’s hopes are high, making him vulnerable. Michelle is involved in a dangerous lifestyle far removed from Dominic’s, but
she’s lonely. This opens her up to taking chances when she meets Dominic.
I love water, rivers, and the ocean. They have their own very special atmosphere, and I wanted to flavor the story setting with the sounds, and smells of
sun drenched harbor towns, wide rivers and boats, to provide contrast with the suspense element of the story.
When you read the story and Dominic sails away on vacation. Think Monterey or the marinas in the Caribbean or the Florida keys. The sky is Grecian blue,
the air and water sparkles. There’s the smell of salt and sea, and wheel of seagulls as the couple walk on the quay together.
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the
I love: music, art, animals, flowers, trees, the ocean ...
I work with antiques by day and words by night.
Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and
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Sunday, January 31, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
He'll Leave You Breathless...
6 Cowboy stories by 6 best-selling and award-winning authors….
Kathleen Ball, Krista Ames, Cheryl Gorman,
Melissa Keir, Lyssa Layne, and D’Ann Lindun
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Texas Haven Kathleen Ball
Can love shine through the clouds of treachery and misunderstanding?
Advertising for a wife seems like the answer to all of Burke Dawson's problems. He wants a wife and kids without emotional attachments, but he has no idea how much havoc one woman can cause.
Annie Douglas has her heart set on her hunky cowboy's love and she isn't about to stop until she gets it.
Take Me Home, Cowboy by Krista Ames
When tragedy strikes, will building tension and pride destroy a growing attraction or show them the way home?
Ally Kincaid returns to Rock Creek, Wyoming, to see her father after a two year absence. Anticipating a quiet family reunion, she finds herself butting heads with Matt Gentry—her father’s foreman—instead. The man’s arrogance and sexy drawl push all her buttons, making her wonder what he’s hiding beneath his cowboy swagger.
When tragedy strikes, will building tension and pride destroy their growing attraction or show them the way home?
Honeymoon Ranch by Cheryl Gorman
Can two reluctant partners ride off into their own blissful sunset on Honeymoon Ranch?
When wedding planner, Summer Conroy, discovers she has inherited half of Silver Creek Ranch, she is stunned to learn the other half is owned by sexy cowboy, Bryce Jericho. Her idea of turning the ranch into an exclusive wedding and honeymoon destination is met with a wall of resistance from Bryce who doesn’t want his ranch ruined with a bunch of wedding nonsense. He is determined to conceal his vulnerable heart that beats in fear of being betrayed again. Will this woman with dreams of happily-ever-after in her eyes transform his fear into love everlasting?
Chalkboard Romance by Melissa Keir
Will a One Night Stand prove to be their disaster or their salvation?
Lauren Walsh, a divorcee and elementary teacher, wants to feel sexy again after her ex tosses her aside for a younger woman. Her best friend encourages her to sign up for The Playhouse--a renowned dating agency. Forced to stay away from his young son, Mac Thomas lost the ability to trust. After the death of his wife, he returned to care for his son but his sister wants more for him. She sets him up with The Playhouse.
Passion ignites but Mac’s a parent of one of Lauren’s students. A teacher and a parent dating could cost Lauren her job and her chance at happiness. Will Mac be able to convince the school and Lauren, that love is the most important thing?
Until You Fall in Love by Lyssa Layne
Can a longtime friendship suddenly blossom into love?
Single mom Jordan Glastetter doesn't know how she'd survive without her best friend, Abram Tomko. He's the father her son never knew and he's the rock she's always leaned on.
When Abram's father suffers a heart attack, it's Abram's turn to depend on Jordan, finally seeing her as the woman she's become and not the little girl he grew up with.
Will they risk their friendship for a chance at love?
The Cowboy’s Baby by D’Ann Lindun
Cat wanted to keep her baby: Tanner insisted she give it up...can they find common ground seventeen years later?
Cat O’Brien left her heart in Granite, Colorado, seventeen years ago—her first love, Tanner Burke, and the baby girl she gave birth to at sixteen. Suddenly, both Tanner’s high school sweetheart and the teenage daughter they gave up for adoption are back in his life.
Cat is adamant their daughter keep her baby; Tanner isn’t as sure. Just like seventeen years before, he and Cat are butting heads over the fate of an unborn child.
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Friday, January 29, 2016
Cat shifter Cilla Walton would like nothing more than to mate with Riley Cooper, the man she’s secretly been in love with for years. The problem? The beast in her refuses to allow a mating because it doesn’t think Riley is worthy of being her mate. And until the cat agrees, Cilla can never fully give herself to him.
Riley Cooper, son of the Alpha of their Pride, wants to be Cilla’s mate more than anything. But until her cat accepts his cat as a mate, that’s not going to happen. The only thing he can do is try harder to prove his worth…and hope he didn’t wait too long to start the mating game with the love of his life.
Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic romance author.
She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She has one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is :)
She also writes dark fantasy/paranormal/horror under the name October Weeks.
The smell of food bore down sharply on her senses, and she moved swiftly through the trees and brush to follow it. She was almost silent in her footsteps. Her nose and ears told her everything she needed to know.
She stopped and sniffed the air. Then, she lowered herself behind brushes and trees and leaves, the autumn colors hiding her tawny, black, and bits of white perfectly. She waited…
There it was. Dinner. From the west, unaware and getting closer.
The whitetail came into view seconds later, dipping its head to a mountain stream. It was rare that a doe was alone this time of year, but here she was. At the perfect angle.
She lowered herself more, preparing, using her expert hunting skills and knowledge to make the kill. She was very patient.
Then, with a burst of speed and precision, she attacked. The deer realized her fate far too late and only ran but a few yards. Teeth sank into the neck, and within moments, dinner was served.
It was the time of year. She just had to hunt more often to work off the extra rush of hormones and need to feed. She was always careful, staying close to or on her vast property. But today was different. She was on a friend’s property, a trusted friend who was out of town for the day. After retrieving her clothes from the porch of the friend’s home, she jogged to her truck and grabbed a pen and paper from the glove box. She wrote a thank you note and IOU for the hunting. Then, she got back to her truck and took off over the mountain to her house…on the dirt back roads.
She couldn’t help but go a bit too fast today, knowing who would be traversing them as well.
The flashing red lights in her rearview as she turned a corner made her grin. She hoped he was in a playful mood this evening—knowing he was on duty had been the reason she’d picked this route home. Her grin widened as a six-foot-two redhead stepped out of his own truck to walk to hers.
She rolled her window down.
The fair-skinned man grinned back as he rested his arms on the door. “Cilla Walton, you know better than to drive that fast on this road.”
Her blue eyes met his brown ones. “Aw, come on, Riley.” She tried to look as sincere as possible. “I was only doing fifty/fifty-five.”
He chuckled. “On a forty mile an hour road.”
She laughed softly, loving the scent rolling off of him. She knew he was smelling her as well. “Riley Cooper, are you going to give me a ticket?”
He leaned in the window about an inch, inhaling. His grin turned wicked, suggesting all sorts of tempting things. She tried not to visibly shiver.
“Not tonight, I’m afraid. I’m heading for my parents’ house for dinner with them and my brothers. As you know, my mom’s birthday is tomorrow.”
“Yes. I have something for her,” she replied. “I’m also taking her shopping over in Burlington in the morning, with Ginger and my sister Cat.”
“Dad talked to you.”
She nodded. “We’ll be back before dinner, around four-thirty.”
He leaned against her door and reached a hand in to move stray strands of her tawny-colored hair behind her ear. “You’ve been out hunting…and you got the kill.”
She smiled softly. “Of course I did.”
“Over at Ram and Mara’s?”
“Yeah, Ram mentioned you asked permission to hunt on his and Mara’s land. Why?”
She shrugged. “I just wanted a different place to hunt—the deer near my house are getting suspicious.” She winked.
Shiver, shiver, shiver… She managed to hide the shiver, but not the scent it caused. Damn autumn air.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
“Yes, you will. And by the way,” she said as he stepped away from the door while she put it back in gear, “you smell edible.”
He grinned. “So do you, babe. And I plan on remedying that soon.”
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Bound To Fate by Kiru Taye
A relationship between Ike and Lara is forbidden but love like theirs cannot be denied. Catastrophe lies in wait and one night changes their lives forever.
Bound to Fate is a story about surviving tragedy, forgiveness, and the overwhelming love that pulls through against the odds.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Welcome to Mid Week Tease, where myself and other author friends post a little something for you from some of our published works, up-and-coming releases, and WIPs (Works in Progress).
For those of you who follow this blog, are part of my FB group, or subscribe to my newsletter, than you'll probably recall the co-writing project that myself and author Lynn Burke were working on the, Every Single Part of You which is the first in a rocker series, Cinder and their Unchained Chaos Tour. Well, I'm saddened to say Lynn had to back out of the project, and she's missed. But, even though I was sad for her to go, I understand her reasons why. *Hugs* Lynn.
You know what they say. The show must go on. Which means I'll be doing this first book and the rest of the series with just me, myself, and I.
Since I've been in rock god mode with the guys in Cinder, I figured I'd share from that WIP. I hope you enjoy this unedited excerpt with
Cross de Raven
and Eryk Hale
Every Single Part of You blurb:
Sara: As the daughter of senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch her petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me.
Cross: Our choices are rarely cut and dry, and sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again. Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
Here's a taste from Every Single Part of You:
Another surge of impending sickness rolled through my belly. The good girl with the squeaky-clean image, who always stood by her father’s side, had been busted playing a rigorous game of tonsil hockey with the lead guitarist of a metal band like some common floozy.
With my mind caught up in the scandal which was sure to hit like a tsunami, I hadn’t even noticed the open door to Cinder’s tour bus until Cross tugged me up the few stairs leading into what appeared to be a living area. The dimly lit interior was covered in black leather, gleaming marble, dark woods, and stainless steel.
“Wow,” I said, glancing around the space. The bus rivaled many of the five star hotels I’d stayed in. “This is really nice.”
“Yeah, well, it’s our home away from home,” he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder.
“You guys are on the road a lot?”
He nodded. “This portion of our U.S. and Canadian tour will run for almost year.”
I’m sure my eyes widened. “A year?”
“Yep. We’ll have a few small breaks here and there between shows.”
I ran my hand over the arm of one of the couches, and glanced past a kitchen and down a hall that was lined with inset bunks on either side.
Feeling weary to the bone, I asked, “Do you mind if I sit down?”
“Of course not.” Cross patted next to where my palm rested. I took a seat, sinking into the cool, soft as butter leather. “Can I get you something?” he asked. “We’ve got beer, and—”
I waved dismissively. “No more beer.”
Briar came bounding onto the bus, Eryk bringing up the rear. “Awesome digs,” she said, gawking. She did a one-eighty, taking it all in before she came to where I was seated and plopped down next to me, making herself at home. She pursed her lips, hazel eyes assessing. “You okay, babe?”
“I’m not really sure.”
She swiped her hand across my crinkled brow. “The reporter got tossed, but not before the straps of his Nikon gave way and his camera…”—she made a gesture, fingers flowering out from a fist—“went boom.”
“Oh my God, Bri. You didn’t smash it did you?”
She shook her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Nope. Security broke up the slap-down I was giving him, and in the tussle, they broke it.”
I wrapped my arms around my bestie and gave her a hug. “You don’t need to go kicking butt on my behalf.”
She squeezed me back. “I know I don’t have to.”
“But I love that you do,” I admitted. She chuckled. “I love you, Bri.”
“Aw…,” she cooed. “I love you, too Pooh-bear.”
When we let go of each other, I glanced up to see both Cross and Eryk. They were leaning their backsides against a cabinet, arms crossed, smiling at us.
“Well,” Briar said, “the night can’t end yet. I still need a certain someone’s autograph.” She tapped her right boob.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Go get your signature.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
I shook my head. “I’d rather not.”
She glanced up at our two muscled spectators. “Is it cool if Sara hangs here for a while?”
“Yep,” Eryk said.
Briar looked at me. “Will you be okay here?”
She gave Cross and Eryk the squinty-eye. “You’ll make sure she is, right?”
“We will,” said Cross.
Briar cupped her mouth and whispered in my ear, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She laughed, jumped up from the couch, and put a hand on her hip. “You good?”
“I am,” I said.
Evidently, whatever she saw on my face convinced her. Briar’s gaze flickered over to Cross and Eryk, who were still watching us as though amused. “You guys wouldn’t have a pen I could borrow, would you?”
Eryk chuckled under his breath, half-turned, pulled out a drawer, snagged a pen, and tossed it to her.
“Thanks,” she said, giving him a salute with it. “You take good care of my girl while I’m gone.”
She blew Cross a kiss, and with a swish of her hips she disappeared.
Shaking his head, Cross came over to sit beside me. “Interesting friend you’ve got there.”
“No doubt,” Eryk said, claiming a seat on my right.
“I know she can be a little over the top and outspoken, but that’s what I love about her.”
“How did you two meet?” Eryk asked. “You’re so…different.”
I knew what he meant. She was bold and carefree. I was, well…wasn’t.
“We went to grade school together,” I answered. “And, her father is the minister of the church where my father and I attend.”
One dark brow rose on Cross’s handsome face. “Briar’s a PK?”
I nodded. “She is. A preacher’s kid whose father believed firmly in spare the rod and spoil the child.” I paused, working my bottom lip over with my teeth. Briar’s life story wasn’t mine to tell.
“That must have sucked,” Eryk said, surprising me by cupping my cheek in his hand.
Heat inched its way up my torso. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It pretty much did.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, his pinky finger tracing the curve of my jaw.
“Do you have any idea how damn beautiful you are, Sara?”
Cross swept my hair aside.
“Um…No,” I answered honestly. I mean, I knew I wasn’t ugly. People usually referred to me as cute, sweet-looking, pretty, but no one, not even my father had ever called me beautiful.
“Eryk’s right.” Cross’s breath bathed the side of my neck which he’d exposed. “You’re stunningly beautiful.”
“For what?” He placed a kiss right below the hollow of my ear.
I shuddered. “For the compliment,” I replied with more breath than tone.
The vibration of his low chortle struck—a flashpoint of sensation. “You’re welcome.”
“Sara?” Eryk called. I gave him my attention. His dropped to my mouth. “I want to taste those lips.”
I stared, rather blankly I’m sure, losing myself in him.
“May I?” He penetrated me with his eyes. “Taste them?”
Cross nibbled a path along the column of my neck, persuading a moan from me. Eryk’s eyes flashed at the sound. He leaned forward and… Oh God. He traced the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue.
My nipples pebbled. An empty, needy ache started throbbing between my legs. Unsure, I pressed them together.
“Sugar sweet,” said Eryk. He started nipping and sucking on my lips. “Open for me, petal.”
I so did, feeling his tongue slip inside my mouth.
I whimpered. He groaned.
Cross held me, arm banded around my waist as Eryk’s tongue slowly and masterfully danced with mine. He tasted tangy, like he’d consumed citrus with a hint of mint. And beyond that, something purely male.
When his mouth moved, Cross’s hand came to my jaw, turning my head to the side. His lips pressed to mine. With an expulsion of breath, his tongue slid home. His kiss, deeper, harder, more probing than Eryk’s, was already familiar.
I don’t know whose, but hands ran though my hair, tickled down my sides, before passing me off to Eryk who wasted no time taking my mouth again in a lulling, almost drugging kiss. One of my palms rested on Cross’s hard thigh, the other on Eryk’s bent knee for support.
The three of us were making out.
The knowledge seeped past the fire and lust consuming me and twirled around inside my head. I was on the couch, inside the Cinder tour bus, kissing Cross de Raven and Eryk Hale.
“My turn,” Cross said, turning my head toward him again—his mouth smashing down on mine.
“Mmm….” The strangled sound vibrated in my chest.
“Hell,” Eryk said. “Whatever you did, do it again, Cross. I could fuckin’ drown in that needy sound.”
Cross took me deep with his tongue, and I mewed my pleasure.
“That’s it.” Eryk nuzzled my neck. “That’s the sound.”
The small part of my brain still working became aware fingers worked the buttons of my blouse free. Material peeled down my arms and pooled at my wrists. Cool air struck my overheated skin. Cross’s firm lips left mine and blazed a trail along my collar bone. I’d never before experienced the all-consuming want coursing through me. It was exciting. Intoxicating.
My head fell back.
“Hold her, Eryk.”
The sensation of being turned and pulled against Eryk’s chest registered—his big hands cupping my lacy C-cups as Cross mouthed the swell of my heaving cleavage.
Eryk sucked on my earlobe. I shivered.
“Move your hands, Eryk, and tug that lace aside.”
“Would you like that, petal?” The vibration of his voice buzzing the shell of my ear shot straight to my core. “To have Cross’s mouth on your lush tits, sucking on your straining nipples?”
“Oh God,” I muttered, trembling in Eryk’s arms
With my answer, Eryk yanked both cups of my bra aside, popping my nipples free. “Damn,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “You’re perfect.”
“Fuck yeah, she is.” Cross’s breath puffed over my exposed flesh. “Candy pink.”
“Touch me,” I heard myself plead.
Cross glanced up, his dark eyes glittering in the light, and flicked one taut peak with the tip of his tongue. “Here?”
“Aah…Yes,” I cried out and arched into him.
“That’s it,” Cross encouraged. “We want to hear how we make you feel.”
Eryk’s hand offered up my right breast, and Cross took it, sucking me into his warm mouth.
“Not God, angel. Cross.”
This was wrong, so wrong, but I craved how the two men made me feel. And I wanted more.
I craned my neck back, giving Eryk my mouth. Without hesitation, he took what I offered.
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