London's Scribbles

SALE!

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If you haven’t had a chance to read Enchanted, book 1 in The Heart Of Winter series, now is the time. Enchanted is 99¢ on Amazon

Release Date For Eternal

2012-02-28T23:32:00.001-05:00

Release Date for Eternal, the last book in The Heart Of Winter series has been set for March, 21st!

Book Trailer

And The Winner Is...

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The winner of my month of love (and my birthday) giveaway is: proserpionecravedfor(at)hotmail(dot)com

Congrats!!!!

A copy of Requiem will be sent to you via email.

A huge thanks to everyone who participated in the giveaway! Remember to keep checking back for some more great things to come on my blog.

XoXo
London

GIVEAWAY

2012-02-24T05:00:00.000-05:00

Since February is the month of love, and it is also the month of my Birthday. I will be doing a giveaway. Here’s how it works. You have a chance to win one copy of any of my books. All you need to do to be eligible to win is:

1. Follow my blog

2. Leave me a comment, and tell me about your favorite love song or ask me a question you’re just dying to know. And make sure you tell me which of my books you would like to have, along with your email address.

One winner will be picked at random, and announced on February 28th!

Good Luck Everyone!

London

UPDATES IN LONDON’S LIFE

2012-02-23T11:32:00.000-05:00

I know my blog has been quiet since the Valentines blog hop, but I promise I haven’t fallen off the earth or forgotten about you, the readers. So, what’s been occupying my time? I’d like to say hot men, deep tissue massages, and sipping pina colada’s on the white sands of a beach, but… I’ve been working on the final round edits for Eternal which is the last in the 4-book continuing series, The Heart Of Winter. I don’t have a release date as of yet, but I can tell you it is coming soon. I truly loved every minute of writing Winter’s story, and want to thank everyone who’s supported my work, bought the books, sent me emails about how much they liked the series, and who have encouraged me along the way.

Along with edits, I have also been working on a couple of new WIP’s. One is a contemporary erotic novel, and the other is a BDSM piece I’m working on for the Naughty Fairy Tale line through Evernight. I hope to be able to tell you more about the progress on them soon.

I’m also excited to let everyone know I’ve also been working with another author on a sci-fi novella set on the outer edge of the Omega Centauri Galaxy. This novella will be the beginning of a series, The Interstellar Defense Council, called, DEF CON 9. I’m really excited about this collaboration and this series. As we move forward, I will be releasing more information.

Quote by Paul Simon

"Some people never say the words 'I love you' It's not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words: 'I love you' But, like a child, they're longing to be told."

XOXO
London

WINNER OF TBR BLOG HOP OF LOVE

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THE BLOG HOP OF LOVE WINNER OF MY BOOK ENCHANTED IS:

KOOKS

CONGRATS!!!

Thanks to everyone who participated in the blog hop of love!

XoXo
London

BLOG HOP OF LOVE

2012-02-08T00:21:00.000-05:00

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

Blog Hop begins Feb. 9th and ends Feb. 14th

Welcome! I can't think of a better way to celebrate Valentine's Day then TBR's Blog Hop Of Love, which I'm a part of this year. If you leave a comment and join this site through Google Friend Connect located on the right hand side of this page you are entered to win my book Enchanted. Enchanted is book 1 in the 4-book continuing series The Heart Of Winter.

Below you will find an excerpt from Enchanted. And below that you will find a blog hop photo. Click on the photo link. The more you hop, the more chances to win. The best of luck to all!

XoXo

London Saint James

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Can love withstand the test of time?

Winter never truly understood love, nor did she have time for men until she met Austin Wells Carlyle. He was the man who would rock her world to its foundations. He would test her notions, give her something to believe in, and change her misguided thoughts regarding happily ever after. Strangely, she was going to allow him be the one thing she never believed in—her soul mate.

I stood on my tiptoes in order to press my lips to the hollow beneath his ear. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and wanted to dissolve.

He smells so good.

“Winter,” he whispered softly.

“Shh.” I opened my eyes to see him. “You told me once you would not look until I wanted you to, do you remember that?”

“Yes.”

“Well….” I dropped my hands from his neck. “I want you to look.”

His returning smile took my breath. I had to look away from his eyes, which was almost impossible. I glanced at my hands. They should have been shaking, but they were not. My hands found Austin’s shirt. I unbuttoned each button slowly foregoing the urge to hurry. With a tremulous breath, I ran my hand down his skin, exposing the perfect alabaster of his muscular chest. His shirt was off and on the floor. He’s so beautiful, I thought.

My lips found his chest and liked the feeling of his flesh beneath them. My fingers outlined the angles and planes of his strong rippled stomach, moving slowly around his tight waist. I watched his skin, his reaction to my touch. The muscles beneath my touch seemed to jump, flex, relax. I could not believe this beautiful man was here with me. If I could, I would look at him; worship Austin’s perfection for the rest of my life. My eyes were filled with more beauty in this moment than ever before.

I allowed my hands to find and trace the outline of his wide shoulders, follow the contour of his muscular back. My body moved around him while my eyes, hungry, followed my fingers which were lost to the canvas of his flawless skin. Touching him was like finding a secret. I pressed my lips to his shoulder blade. He groaned. I burned. My teeth grazed the surface of his skin. My tongue followed the line of him while my hands ran freely over the surface of his biceps, his forearms.

I had to wonder in awe. A part of my mind told me such beauty should be a dream, because no one could be this fabulous. But touching him grounded me in reality. I had never seen anything so magnificent, so beautiful. It was in this moment I knew. I knew in the whole of my life I would never want anyone but Austin Carlyle. I would indeed love him, forever.

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TBR's Blog Hop of Love!
Feb. 9th - Feb. 14th.
10 book winners and 1 $20.00 Amazon winner!

IN THE AUTHORS SPOTLIGHT

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*Colorful Confetti Falls From The Sky*

It’s February! The month of LOVE. I’m hanging out with the tantalizing Tory Michaels. What better way to celebrate? Her new book, Blood Rage, is a hot new paranormal romance/urban fantasy published by Evernight Publishing, and set to release tomorrow February 8, 2012.

For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. That peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.

The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling.

The pair discover the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it. Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.

Here's an Excerpt:

Dara spared a glance at the delicate diamond and emerald watch attached to her wrist. Twenty-six minutes, plenty of time for some blackjack before she went to the ballroom. Her best friend, Chris, who was attending with Sarah, would text if the speaker ahead of her moved more quickly than the program indicated. If nothing else, gambling would take her mind off the unpleasantness to come.

Her hand trembled a little as it fell back to her side, the first hint of nerves. God, why do I agree to these things? I detest public speaking.

As she approached the tables, something felt off. She saw nothing concrete, no sign of anyone acting out of place, but instinct guided her. After falling in love with a murderer, she always paid attention when she got that little tingle at the base of her neck. Other than a dapper human who seemed fascinated by the expansive view of her breasts that the low-cut gown offered, no one seemed to be looking in her direction.

Such realization didn’t alleviate the impression someone was watching.

The moment passed, and Dara shook her head in annoyance. “You’re paranoid, girl,” she said to herself. “Ronnie said he won’t be here.”

Her palms itched, and unease returned as she reached the tables. Her eyes narrowed warily. Someone was definitely watching her. But who? And from where?

She brushed her tongue against one of her razor-sharp fangs, took a deep breath, and brought her mental barriers down. Few other vampires her age would dare lower the protective barriers that blocked out the chaotic mishmash of thoughts from other beings when amongst a large gathering. She prided herself on her strength, the only gift from her unknown sire that she was grateful for.

The rush of hundreds of minds would have overwhelmed someone less well trained. So many poor souls around her believed the next roll of the dice or pull of the bandit arm would bring them great wealth, and so many were desperate for the money. It hurt, feeling their pain and knowing she couldn’t help any of them.

Dara forced herself to concentrate on the matter at hand, despite the whispers of mental voices seeping into her thoughts. The other races simply didn’t have the ability to keep their thoughts completely private.

She filtered out exterior distractions, such as noise and flashing lights, with painstaking care and then began sorting through the minds pressing in on her. Whoever watched wasn’t human; she could tell that much. Human scrutiny almost never bothered her.

“C’mon,” she said. “Where are you?”

After fruitless moments trying to find the guilty party, her temples throbbed. Dara built her barriers back up and felt her shoulders slump in relief at the abrupt silence in her head. The presence was gone again, but she knew it would return.

Lifting her chin in defiance, she nodded to herself. If, or when, they let their presence emerge again, she would find them. Per the Privacy Act of ’74, if someone used non-human gifts to spy on anyone without a warrant, much less a senior manager at a federal agency, they were guilty of a misdemeanor. It was her responsibility to find them and warn them to tread cautiously.

“Would you like a drink, ma’am?”

She glanced at a voluptuous auburn-haired waitress who stood several inches taller than she, even with her three-inch heels, and shook her head. As the woman swaggered away, she fished out her cell phone to make certain she hadn’t missed Chris’s warning text message. Still fifteen minutes remained before she needed to go.

Harry Myers, CEO of Savage Enterprises, the largest non-human run corporation in the world, was presenting her with an award for her part in the Great Awakening. She considered the whole presentation ridiculous, coming some eighty years after the non-humans made their presence known. If not for her boss’s order, and the need to drum up constant public support for the Bureau, she would be at home in Florida where she and Sarah belonged.

About to place her first wager, she felt fingers stroke her left palm. Dara’s fingers jerked, and she stared down at the rose-shaped scar that lay in the center. It was one of the more spectacular, and visible, “gifts” from the monsters that had raped and converted her in 1810. Since no one stood to her left, the caress indicated telekinesis, unusual in the extreme.

Telepathy came with the fangs and hunger for blood. Telekinesis did not. Telekinesis took decades of practice and a great deal of personal power to master. Few vampires less than seven centuries old possessed the skill. Her watcher was back, and they were very old.

She hissed and waved off the dealer. This game of cat and mouse ended right now. Her watcher needed to learn not to toy with the Bureau. The folds of her skirt swirled softly around her ankles as she squeezed through the crowd to find a solid wall to lean against. Dara wanted a solid surface to brace herself against while she lowered her barriers this time, to save more strength for her search.

The onslaught didn’t stun her as much this time. She honed in on the vampires around the casino, fifteen in all. The mage-born wouldn’t toy with a vampire, not out in the open, and the assorted were-creatures didn’t have the capacity for either telepathy or telekinesis. In less than thirty seconds, she found him.

Her barriers slammed back into place as she pushed off the wall and pivoted to her right. She lifted her gaze to sweep the staircase, finally settling on the balcony above. When she focused in on him, her mouth dropped open in an unattractive imitation of a trout gasping for air. She knew what the expression looked like, had ever since a photographer once caught her staring at someone.

Anthony Caldwell, unchanged by the passage of two hundred years, leaned on the glass and metal railing, looked down on her with a slight smirk. Clad in black and white formal wear, his dark blond hair just touching the collar of his jacket, he might be posing for GQ or some other gentleman’s magazine. Photographs and television appearances didn’t do the man justice. If one ignored the dark heart that beat in his chest, the packaging around it was spectacular.

Evernight Publishing

Thanks for stopping by, Tory, and for sharing such an awesome excerpt. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself, and how you found your way into writing paranormal stories.

Like a lot of authors, I’ve been writing most of my life, though I took a few years off just after I got married. I thought my writing had died. Turned out it was just taking a break and then it came back and bit me in the butt. I wrote the first draft of what would become Blood Rage 2 versions later and, looking bad, yikes it was bad. As for writing paranormal, I can’t really picture writing anything else. While I can devour Harlequin Presents by the dozen (I kid you not – when I get into my HP kicks, I will devour 20+ in a week), the idea of writing contemporary romance dull, and I don’t have the interest in doing the extensive research required for Regencies (sorry, I just can’t stomach reading Jane Austen and other stuff to help accurately understand/convey the period). Paranormal’s awesome because I get to play God with the world, yet the physical world has (largely) already been together (other than some altered rules to allow for the supernatural).

What was your inspiration for writing Blood Rage?

Dara, Anthony, Christine and Verissa were all old role-playing characters. Jordan was referenced, but never really RPd. I was never content not getting Dara’s story down, so I poked at it from several angles and Anthony underwent a phenomenal personality change. As originally envisioned, and role-played, Anthony was pure evil and guilty of every single thing Dara thought he was (and then some). But clearly that wouldn’t work for a romance, so he changed and Jordan took up a lot of the slack, since he already existed and was also (I thought) pure evil (he has since schooled me otherwise). The Bureau of Non-Human Affairs came out of my master’s degree program in Public Administration. I figured that since the non-humans made their presence known 80 years ago, they would have taken advantage of the civil rights movements to get quite a few rights of their own (public blood bank systems, regulation of magic/licensing, etc).

What did you find to be the hardest part of this story to write?

THE SEX SCENE(S)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Er, sorry, didn’t mean to yell. They were the final pieces to be put in and without a doubt the hardest part for me.

Do you have any specific books that have influenced your writing?

Hmm…yeah. Keri Arthur’s Riley Jensen series (who first introduced the idea that a government agency MIGHT exist for supernatural beings), Kim Harrison’s Hollows series probably played in, and there are no doubt others, mostly because they showed that there was a definite market for paranormal romance/urban fantasy.

Are you reading anything good right now? What?

Let’s see, I’ve got Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare next to the bed, and Atlantis Awakening by Alyssa Day on the Nook.

I have been seriously considering adding Clockwork Angel to my TBR list. :D

Do you have any special habits or quirks when you write? If so, tell us. We so want to know what they are.

I almost always have Facebook open in the background. I have trouble focusing on a task exclusively. Unless I’m in the mood (i.e., I’m blowing through the word count), then I need my headphones on, no children/husband bugging me, and to be left alone.

I personally believe there is a huge difference in a bad-ass character and just an ass. I have been asked this question a few times, so I want to pass it on. Alpha males. Hot or not? Why or why not?

<snicker> Strangely, one beta reader has described Anthony as an ass, and another thinks he’s an alpha. Definitely hot, in my opinion. Just love a guy who can come in, take charge, and kick ass. Anthony doesn’t if he doesn’t have to (the ass-kicking part), but over the centuries he’s acted as an executioner for the vampire’s Inner Circle (their ultimate leaders, and ultimate judge/jury for members of the Blood).

What do you find sexy?

My husband. Seriously – he’s cute, he makes me laugh, and loves me despite my issues. It’s hard to get sexier than that.

But, getting off the “I’m ridiculously in love with my husband even though we’ll have been married for 8 years + 1 day on my release date” track, I like me a dominant man, though he better be able to back off if the situation calls for it. Yes, protect and all that, but know when a girl needs to take care of her own problems too.

Aww... well said!

Speed Round Questions:

Sweet or Salty? Both – kettle corn anyone?

Chocolate or Vanilla? Please, vanilla isn’t a flavor. Chocolate.

Bubble Bath or Shower? Bubble bath.

Cake or Pie? Now that’s just not fair, making me choose.

Flats or Stilettos? Flats.

Jeans or Skirts? Slacks – hate jeans and I look terrible in a skirt.

Pick any three words to describe Tory Michaels.

Punctual (yes, punctual), stubborn, prudish.

Put your own flair on this famous fairy tale quote. Mirror, Mirror on the wall – OMG, I’ve finally gone over the bend…there’s a man in my mirror!

*Snort* & *Giggle*

What other works do you have in store for your fans this year?

Blood-Mage Rising comes out (theoretically) next month. It’s urban fantasy, though there’s a certain something between the main characters Jordan (yes, the same Jordan earlier referred to as evil) and Christine (both of whom have parts in Blood Rage). It covers the same time period as Rage, but shows that what Anthony & Dara were doing was only part of the story.

I’ve got several plot points for Book 3 (no clue on a title yet – that usually comes somewhere in the second or third draft. I don’t even have a working title for it yet. BMR was Blood War until two days before I submitted it to Evernight). The main characters will be Ronnie (Dara’s assistant at the Bureau, a minor character in both Rage & Rising), and a new character, Trevor Kyle Tremaine. I know Chris & Jordan will have a part to play, and Dara and Anthony will likely have a part to play as well.

On my goal list for the year, I’d also like to write Book 4, but since I don’t know exactly where Book 3 is going to end, I’m not sure what Book 4 will cover.

Once again, Thanks for stopping by. All my best wishes for your new book, Blood Rage, and for a successful writing career. Come back anytime. You are always welcome.

To find out more about Author Tory Michaels:

Website: www.torymichaels.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/authortorymichaels

Facebook series page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Dream-Walker-War-series/160355797401525

Twitter: www.twitter.com/torymichaels

THE WINNERS ARE

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The winner of Lorrain Nelson's giveaway is:

JEAN

Congrats!!!!

The winner of Alyssa Fox's giveaway is:

Teresa Tio Miller

Congrats!!!!

Thanks to all my fellow authors, and to all of our blog followers for making this month a great new start to the year.

XoXo
London Saint James

AUTHOR ALYSSA FOX

2012-01-18T05:00:00.034-05:00

I’m super stoked to have Author Alyssa Fox here with me today. Alyssa has a new release, Bound To Protect, published by Evernight Publishing. Not only has Alyssa allowed me to pick her brain, but she has graciously offered to give away one free copy of Bound To Protect to one lucky person. In order to be eligible to win, you must:

Be a follower of my Scribbles blog as well as her blog. So if you’re not a follower, pop on over to http://alyssafoxauthor.blogspot.com/ and subscribe.

Leave a comment on this interview or ask a question. Be sure to leave your email address. The winner will be announced January 20^th.

When Katie’s past comes back to haunt her, can she trust Chad enough, or will it be too late?

Katie Thomas has been living a secret life for four years to keep safe. All of that is about to come to a crashing halt when the ex who tried to kill her shows up again. She’s scared and not sure what to do, until she moves next door to fellow doctor, Chad Davis. He’s the last person she wants to live next door to, but one sizzling night together has her yearning for more. The only thing that stands in her way is what he wants in and out of the bedroom; it’s a threat to everything she’s ever believed.

Can he help Katie unlock her hidden desires and show her that this is more than a fling for him?

Chad Davis has always had a thing for the sexy doctor. Assigned to protect Katie, he is determined to bring down her ex to help him get on with his life, finally. His reasons are personal, but one sizzling night together in his bed is all it takes for his priorities to shift. He is not giving her up, no matter how much she insists she is not right for him.

evernightpublishing.com

A Little About Alyssa Fox

Alyssa didn't start off wanting to write for a living. She wanted to be a nurse at first, but then it turned into being a mom. Being at home with four small children, she needed an outlet. Alyssa started out writing a YA book, but it took a bad turn, and that's when she found her genre with smoking hot sex scenes.

Alyssa now resides in the beautiful mountains of southern West Virginia with her loving husband and four wonderful children who put up with her writing craziness. They have been shushed more than once so she could write down something a character was saying.

As a stay at home mom and the family taxi driver, she still finds time to write about

the alpha heroes and strong-willed heroines who keep her imagination running wild.

Welcome, Alyssa! Tell us a little about the inspiration to write Bound To Protect.

Thank you, London for having me on your blog. Well, Chad and Katie we’re in my debut book in a small part. I never saw them as a big part or even getting their own book that’s until I got further into that book. There was one scene in the book where the main character from the first book, Erin, was talking to her best friend Katie, about work. And Chad and the hero in that book, Kyle, are talking in the same room before a meeting is to start.

Something my readers didn’t see in that book, which I did and chose not to put in the book, that Chad kept looking over at Katie and longing to be with her. That’s how Bound started to be born. I started thinking about what if I gave them a book.

*Smiles*

What genre are you classified in, and what draws you to this genre? I write erotic and also contemporary romance. I love the romance genre and couldn’t see myself writing anything else. I love writing erotic and suspense with it because you get to see the characters grow emotionally, sexually and physically. There’s just something exciting to me about seeing that. For contemporary, I do that because I like to slow things down at times and not write such erotic sex scenes, but they are still hot.

In your writing process what comes first? Names, places, plot, etc… It depends on the story which comes first. With this book, it was the characters that came first.

I know when I’m writing my characters seem to “tell” me in what direction they want to go with their story. How about you? My characters are a bossy bunch at times. I do plot so I know where I’m going, but they still will surprise me with things.

Do you have any writing habits that help you get into the mood of your story? I have to have music, or I can’t seem to write. I’m not someone who can write when it’s totally quiet in the house.

We have a lot in common. I have to listen to music when I write. Quiet or sort-of-quiet when I do major edits.

What is your favorite time of day to write? I don’t have a favorite time of the day. I usually try and get all my writing in while the kids are in school, but sometimes if I have to, I’ll write at night.

What was the most difficult portion of Bound To Protect to write? That would have been Katie’s back story, and when she trusted Chad enough to tell him about what her, ex did to her. It was a very emotional scene to write, and I found myself crying. It even made a beta reader of mine cry.

Along with writing I love to read. Lately it seems I have less time to read, but I try to find the time. What was the last book you read? I’m reading three books at this time. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, A Man Of His Word by Sarah M Anderson and McKettricks of Texas: Tate by Linda Lael Miller.

Favorite Color? Purple

Favorite Movie? The Notebook and anything by Tyler Perry.

Favorite Book? Wow, I can’t just pick one so any romance.

Favorite Food? Sweet and sour chicken

Favorite Song? That changes from day to day it seems. I played Whatever It Takes by Lifehouse a lot while writing the book. It was Chad’s theme song for the book

Are you working on anything new? Yes! If so, what can we expect? Well, Alex and Kevin who are Katie’s brothers are getting their own books. I’m almost done with Alex’s book, and it’s intense. I’ll be working on Kevin’s book next. There might be a book for John from Bound as well. I’m also working on a single title erotic suspense.

Thanks so much for stopping by, Alyssa. All my best wishes on your new book and with your continuing writing career. You are welcome to come back to visit any time. Thanks for having me!

To find out more about Alyssa:

Website: http://alyssa-fox.com/

Blog: http://alyssafoxauthor.blogspot.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Alyssa-Fox/149547855112826

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlyssaFox99

AUTHOR JEAN MAXWELL

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I am happy to have author Jean Maxwell here with me today. Her new book, El Mirador is out now by Evernight Publishing.

Building a legacy...can be a beach. Rebuilding it...can be deadly.

Zara Flynn is an ambitious young architect, the daughter of renowned construction owner Tristan Flynn. When Tristan is killed in a jobsite disaster, Zara inherits both Flynn Enterprises and the problem of El Mirador, an abandoned piece of property on the Costa del Sol. Romance and intrigue are the farthest things from Zara’s mind, but gets a bulldozer-load of both when others scheme to steal her inheritance and a sexy Latin pop star tries to seduce her.

Thrown together with handsome engineer David Parker, she determines to discover the secrets of El Mirador as well as the circumstances of Tristan’s death. But Zara is already in danger of being eliminated in the same manner as her father.

As they get closer to the answers, Dave and Zara get closer to each other until their attraction ignites a romantic passion that has no shut-off valve.

EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING

Thanks so much for stopping by, Jean. And congratulations on your new release. I know we have a lot to talk about, so let’s dive in. *Smiles*

Tell us a little about yourself and how you took the plunge into writing.

My background is a little like a car salesman`s jacket – checkered! By and large I`m an artist, having spent many years in the graphic design field, but my first area of study was in engineering design and drafting which gave rise to my Heroine’s character. I’ve always been interested in creative writing and when I read Chris Baty`s (the founder of NaNoWriMo) book ‘No plot no problem’ I felt empowered to give life to the story brewing in my head.

What genre or genres do you write in?

I currently write in romantic suspense but have always been a sci-fi fan and noting the strong appetite for paranormal and YA fiction can see myself writing something along those lines in the future.

What was the inspiration to write El Mirador?

Some years ago I visited Spain and the cities in which my story takes place. At that time I saw an aabandoned building along the coast almost exactly as described in the novel. I was fascinated by the mystery of it and what might have happened to it long ago.

I would love to go to Spain, and love old abandoned buildings. I too can look at a old place and wonder about the mystery of it. :D

Here’s a taste of El Mirador:

David lay wide awake, feeling the breeze on his skin, listening to the birds, taking in every detail of the moment. The white paneled walls, the cool cotton of the sheets, and most of all, the gorgeous girl sleeping next to him.

He wanted to touch her, kiss her, make love to her again as he had last night and hear her soft moans as he pleasured her. But he didn’t dare to wake her just yet. The picture was so perfect, so blissful, he felt suspended in time and feared that if he moved a muscle the scene might burst like a bubble and be only a dream.

He breathed deeply to catch the scent of her perfume. He tried to commit to memory the look of her hair cascading across the pillow, her eyelashes, the lightly freckled nose, the silver chain and dolphin pendant nestled at her collarbone.

The white sheet partially covered her nude body. One hand rested across her stomach, the other palm-up on the pillow. One breast lay exposed, and risking that the dream could shatter, he leaned down and licked the nipple, feeling the bumpy texture of it against his tongue. Christ, he felt hard again already. He loved everything about this woman, wanted to possess her forever.

He moved upward with his tongue, tracing a line to her throat, over her chin, and across her lips. Her closed eyes began to twitch and flutter open. She blinked, bringing him into focus. A smile crept across her face as she looked back at him. He almost felt relieved that she recognized him, that it hadn’t all been a dream and she was here in the present with him. He smiled down at her.

“Good morning, Montreal.”

“Hey, Thunder Bay,” she replied. “Or should I say, Thunder Boy?” She grinned sleepily.

Dave hoped he hadn’t made quite as much noise during their lovemaking as all that, but if he’d made her feel like she’d been caught in a crashing, rollicking Great Lakes thunderstorm and liked it, that pleased him.

She reached up and put her hand on his cheek. “Are you real?”

He turned his face so that her finger slipped between his lips and he bit it gently. “Afraid so, mademoiselle. Anything else you’d like to know?”

She smiled mischievously. “Yeah, are you ready for round two?”

He raised his eyebrows twice in a villainous fashion and leaned down to kiss her. “Ding, ding,” he answered, mimicking a ringside bell. He let their lips find each other again as he pulled the sheet away. He laid against her, his stiff cock showing her exactly how ready he was.

His hand followed the outer curve of her breast with an open palm then circled the edge of her nipple with his fingertips. They stiffened instantly and he could hear her soft sigh even though he kept her lips fully occupied. He broke their kiss in favor of taking the taut, pink-brown berry in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked, thinking no food or drink on earth would ever taste this sweet. She groaned and leaned her head back against the pillow. Oh, he could do so much more for her.

Taking more of her breast in his mouth, he sucked harder and slid his hand down to her hip, then across her abdomen. Settling his fingers in her pubic hair, he rubbed her mound gently before sliding a finger into the wetness between her legs. She gasped and arched her back as she moved into his touch. Her slickness made his dick throb with wanting to enter her. But not yet.

He stroked her sweet hot-button of flesh and heard her breath catch with each pass. He slipped one finger inside her, then two, moving them slowly in and out until she moaned aloud.

The pressure of blood in his dick rose to a maddening level. He felt as though he’d break apart if he didn’t fuck her right this second, but no, he’d finish her and watch it happen. His mouth left her breasts and he dragged his lips across and down her belly. He heard his own voice whispering her name, “Zara...” Though it sounded ethereal and bodiless as if floating above them.

Instinctively she raised her knees and Dave thought he just might die of pleasure as he brought his head between her thighs and tasted her sex, his tongue taking plunging strokes against her clit.

Her hands rested on his head, fingers entwined in his hair as she followed his motion. He looked up and, incredibly, saw her gazing directly back at him as he continued his magic. Their eyes locked while he worked his clever tongue against her until he pushed her over the edge, watching her as she came. He could taste it, smell it, knew he’d reached his goal of bringing her to orgasm. Her eyelids closed as if overwhelmed by the power of it. Her hands trembled as they remained tangled in his hair. Now. He needed her now and moved his body overtop her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew her thighs up on either side of him. So hot and wet, he slid easily into her and felt like he’d been granted permission to enter heaven itself.

Joy and lust collided in his soul as he drove deep, without restraint, again and again. She kissed his face, his neck, rubbed her hands up and down the muscles of his back as she moved in sync with each thrust, accepting him deeply and completely.

Love the excerpt. What was the hardest part of this book to write? What was the easiest?

Developing the backstory of how and why El Mirador came to be in its present state and the boardroom discussions kept me stumped for awhile, so I wrote other parts of the story before returning to that plotline. The easy bits were describing the setting and the musical performance scenes, as I had been to the place and as a musician myself could easily see the concert in my mind’s eye. The sex scenes started out tame but were significantly ramped up by the time I finished the draft.

How would you describe your writing style?

I think my language is a bit formal, but chalk that up to a lot of reading I guess; reviewers have described my style as smooth, easy to read and strongly voiced. I try to engage all five senses in every scene and am told my descriptive writing is very good.

Do you do anything to get into the “mood” for writing?

Yes, I have to be alone in the house, put on some smooth jazz music (no lyrics, the singer’s words seem to interrupt the flow of mine!) and mix a cocktail or pour a glass of wine before turning on the computer.

I too listen to music when I write. It does set the mood.

What do you find sexy?

When you read the book, you’ll know.

What is a fun fact about yourself that not everyone knows?

I play clarinet with a community orchestra. And I’m also a not-so-closet Trekkie.

Awesome!

Who are some of your favorite writers?

I love Margaret Atwood, Dan Brown, Michael Korda and YA author A. Lee Martinez, who makes me roll on the floor laughing.

If you could only pick one book to take on a trip, what would it be?

Probably The Da Vinci Code.

Sweet or Spicy?

Spicy. But if I do my job right, I can have both!

What can fans expect to see in the near future?

The sequel to El Mirador is a WIP, I hope to submit it soon, and a prequel is in the works as well. Also a music-inspired series tentatively titled “Overtures.”

Again, thanks for stopping by and congrats on the new release. I wish you much success with your book sales and with your continuing writing career. Come back any time and visit.

You can find more about Jean at:

FB: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-Maxwell/152598188131060

Website: http://idreamofjean.wordpress.com/

Blog: http://thisisjeansblog.wordpress.com/

AUTHOR DORIS O'CONNOR

2012-01-13T05:00:00.003-05:00

When fire fighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighborhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun. Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch. When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?

Excerpt:

Kitty’s heart beat a strange staccato against her breastbone. What had possessed her to slip back into her school girl outfit, she would never know. Yet here she was, dressed like some third-rate hooker, about to embark on a one night stand. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she knocked on the door of Alex’s hotel room. All was quiet on the other side, and she was just about to turn round when the door opened; and Kitty’s greeting stuck in her throat.

Dressed in nothing but low riding jeans, Alex smiled at her, and she hastily wrenched her eyes upwards from the incredible abs on display. Covered with a light dusting of chest hair that trailed down to his jeans, they would give any model a run for his money, and Kitty swallowed. Dressed he was bad enough, but like this he was breathtaking, and judging by that lazy smile he knew it, too.

“Room service around here just keeps on getting better.” Alex’s husky voice raised goose bumps on her exposed skin. “Coming in?”

He hooked one finger under her chin and tugged the end of her shirt tails with the other hand, forcing her to take a step toward him.

“I-I shouldn’t be here, really. I’m not sure why I’m even here.” Kitty mumbled the words, and heat spread into her cheeks.

Alex merely smiled and pulled her closer still. “Liar, we both know why you’re here. Question is, my naughty little girl, will you step through the door and expand your curriculum?” Alex’s heated whispers against her ear sent her heart into overdrive, and she leant into his warmth. His clean, male scent wrapped itself round her senses, and her stomach flip-flopped in delicious anticipation. It had been so long since any man had held her. That had to be the reason for her immediate reaction to this man.

“Well, Sir, that all depends what you have in mind, because I have been very naughty.”

Alex went very still at her breathy statement, and Kitty bit her lip. Has she read this wrong? Was he not up for a little role-play? She hesitantly raised her eyes to his face to read his expression, and the heat in his gaze scorched her skin.

“So, I’ve heard. Come here, and take your punishment.” His deep voice had dropped several octaves, and he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her into the room. The door clicked shut, the sound loud in the quiet room, and before she could even blink, he had her pinned against the wall. One jeans clad thigh spread her legs wide, and he raised her hands high above her head, whilst his other hand blazed a trail of heat along her exposed tummy. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, and she opened to his quiet demand automatically. His tongue found hers in an erotic dance that left her jelly-legged, breathless, and grateful for his big body holding her up against the wall.

He groaned his approval when she kissed him back, and he deepened the kiss, his fingers slowly slipping south, until they dipped under the elastic of her thong.

“My, you are a naughty girl. What have we here?”

He chuckled into her neck, and Kitty gasped when he thrust one finger into her wet core.

“So wet already, and we’ve only just started.” He flicked her clitoris once, and the slight pain caused a renewed burst of moisture to coat his fingers as he inserted another finger into her and found her g-spot. Kitty moaned into his shoulder as sensations built deep inside her core, and he licked himself down the column of her throat towards her breast. She screamed when he bit one nipple through the shirt and bra and thrust her hips at him, desperate to reach the release his talented fingers were driving her toward.

“Not so fast. You’re being punished, remember.”

Alex smiled and withdrew his fingers. He licked each digit in turn, murmuring his approval and then stepped back, his heated gaze roaming over her body. Kitty clenched her thighs together in a vain effort to relieve the hot ache in her pussy.

“Spread your legs, naughty girl.” Alex growled the demand, and Kitty’s eyes widened at the steely determination she saw in his face. “You will not come until I give you permission. Do you hear me?”

“Yes.” Good God, does that porn star voice really belong to me?

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and Kitty automatically dropped her gaze. She licked her lips, seeing the huge erection straining the flies of his jeans. Oh my. He was clearly as turned on as she by their little game. But how far would he take this? And did she trust him enough to find out?

“Yes, what?” His deep voice held an edge of steel, and she bit back her moan. That voice alone would send her over the edge. Who’d have thought a little role-play could be so erotic?

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now strip – slowly.”

Alex’s voice brooked no argument, and Kitty hastened to comply. She fumbled with the tails of her blouse until Alex stepped forward and ripped the thing clean off her.

“Not that slowly.”

His eyes wicked, he unhooked her bra and sent that, too, flying. He whistled his approval as her breasts fell free. He cupped each mound in turn, and spun her around and toward the double bed, which took up one side of the hotel room. The slap on her ass took her by surprise, and she yelped. He soothed the sting with his large hand massaging her ass cheeks, and he chuckled into her neck.

His fingers once again dipped into her wet folds, and she froze when he inserted one digit, slick with her juices, into her anus. Heaven help her, that felt way too good. Heat spread across her skin, and Alex bit into her earlobe, as his fingers continued their erotic dance in and out of her forbidden passage, and her body betrayed her arousal by a renewed gush of moisture between her legs.

“That’s my naughty girl.” Alex’s erratic breathing into her neck pitched her own arousal sky high, and she put up no resistance when he urged her onto the bed, his naked, warm, torso heating her back.

“Get on all fours for me.”

Evernight Publishing

Places to find Doris:

Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/mamaD8

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Other Releases:

Scandinavian Scandal

Lure Of The Blood

Awakening

NEW COVER!

2012-01-11T13:58:00.000-05:00

I love cover art day!

My new book cover for Eternal is here.

Eternal is book 4, and the final book of

The Heart Of Winter series.

AUTHOR LORRAINE NELSON

2012-01-09T05:00:00.002-05:00

Today in the Author's Spotlight is the awesome Lorraine Nelson.

Lorraine Nelson lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one. “To write romantic suspense is my dream job, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age.”

I am mother to three wonderful boys, grandmother to three fantastic grandsons and a beautiful granddaughter and live alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing. When not at the computer, you can find me spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.

This is me. This is who I am and I'm loving it!

Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson's mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas' daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?

Excerpt Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek:

The warm water sluiced over their hot bodies in a rushing stream as they stood entwined in the tiny stall. Her kisses tasted like chocolate mint from the candy bars they’d snacked on earlier.

She poured a liberal amount of his shower gel into her palm. “Turn around.”

He did as requested, and she dutifully soaped his back. As her hands moved to soap his chest, she rubbed her breasts against him, and he shivered in response to the sensations rioting through his body. When her hands reached to soap his cock, he gasped, taking in a mouthful of water, which he promptly spewed out.

“Lady, you sure are full of surprises,” he said as he turned to face her, rinsing off under the spray before turning the taps off. He grabbed a towel and dried her body, his ministrations causing exquisite little moans to escape her lips. Quickly drying himself, he tossed the towel aside and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Side-by-side, they walked through to the bedroom where he could make love to her in comfort. He loved this woman. He’d shown her every day in every way he could, but the words themselves didn’t come easy, not since his first wife died and took a piece of his heart with her.

As they lay down, he cuddled close and worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, old memories pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind.

Her breasts spilled from his hands as he massaged their silky softness. “So damned soft. I could play with them all night long.”

She clutched his head urging him forward to taste her rosy buds. “Be my guest.”

He laved a tongue over a nipple, teasing before pulling it into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Her soft murmur of delight spurred him on. He let go of her breast, with a light bite, trailing kisses down over her abdomen to reach the honeyed prize nested in reddish curls. Her legs spread for him, the most feminine part of her open and waiting for his attention.

Places you can find Lorraine:

Website – http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com/
Blog – http://lorrainenelson.wordpress.com/
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/LorraineNelson.Author
Twitter - http://twitter.com/#!/lornelca
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Lorraine-Nelson/e/B005XMAYFQ/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1/188-7193462-3918419
Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard
The Talent Cave - http://www.thetalentcave.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=82&itemid=4
Email – lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com

Purchase links:

Evernight Publishing - http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html
Bookstrand - http://www.bookstrand.com/lorraine-nelson
Amazon - - http://www.amazon.com/Lorraine-Nelson/e/B005XMAYFQ/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1/188-7193462-3918419

AUTHOR AVRIL ASHTON

2012-01-06T05:00:00.004-05:00

In the Author's Spotlight today is the superb
Avril Ashton and her
new book Till Abandon
Paranormal Security Council Book 1

Till Abandon (Paranormal Security Council bk#1)

All the power and killer instinct she possesses can’t protect her from the claiming of one determined wolf.

They call her ‘The woman in white,’ whisper ‘Death-Bringer’ with their last breath, but no one knows exactly what she is. Not even Voltaire herself. The deadly magic within her is a living thing, able to crush anyone and everything with a blink. Abandoning the blood-soaked world she’s used to, Voltaire seeks out the one constant in her tired life—the green-eyed wolf in her dreams. She’s ignored the wolf’s call for years, afraid to surrender, but danger haunts her mate. He needs her.

Wolf-shifter Blake Montez is in the middle of a war, battling the usurpers intent on taking over his territory. Unfamiliar magic hums in the air, unnoticed—it seems—by everyone but him. He finds the source already under his nose, in his home. The delicate woman in white knows things no one should know, and the heat simmering between them is unlike anything he’s ever felt. His wolf recognizes her as his mate, though Blake remains unsure he can trust her.

Voltaire sets out to prove herself with time running out, enemies are on the prowl, some foreseen, others remain cloaked in shadow. She and Blake team up, fighting side by side, but in the end Voltaire might be the biggest threat to their love.

Buy Link http://bit.ly/pyBzg9

EXCERPT

In his apartment over Montez’ bar, Blake Montez lay on his bed, chewing on a toothpick, eyes closed. A psychic disturbance hovered in the air, charged with magic he’d never experienced before. It’d been two days since he’d first felt the soft ripples on his skin, and now it grew stronger, more insistent.

The other half of him, his wolf, clawed to get out, but Blake ignored the need for the moment. While strange and very powerful, the magic didn’t appear malevolent. These powers didn’t come from the cats trying to stake a claim to his territory. Czion, the jaguar leader, didn’t have access to the kind of power Blake felt in the air. Still, he should warn his pack to be wary, to be on the lookout for any strange goings-on. As Alpha, it was his duty to protect them and if this thing posed a threat, they needed to be prepared.

He rose off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants and the black T-shirt he’d discarded earlier. A few of his guys remained downstairs, playing pool and hanging out. He’d tell them his suspicions and ask them to spread the word. Then he’d go for a run. His wolf itched to come out and play tonight.

Halfway down the stairs, he stopped. The unfamiliar magic seemed concentrated in the room below, the bar. He took his time descending the stairs, using his wolf senses to scent out the source. He found it—or rather her—at the bar.

“Marcus, get everyone out now.” Speaking to his beta and best friend, Blake kept his eyes on the woman. She sat with her back to him, dressed to match the snow white of her hair.

“What’s going on, Blake?” Bent over a pool table in the corner, cue in hand, Marcus didn’t sound the least bit disturbed.

“Don’t you feel the ripples in the air?” Blake struggled to quiet the growls rumbling in his throat. The wolf grew ever more restless. His skin tightened and sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought with his wolf for control.

“What ripples? What are you talking about?” Marcus straightened with the pool cue on his shoulder.

God damn, am I the only one feeling the interference?

“Get everybody out. Now.”

Blake approached the bar as Marcus ushered the few confused patrons outside. His friend tossed him a quizzical look and stopped next to the woman.

“She stays.”

“What the hell is going on, B?”

“Just get outside.”

Marcus exited the bar with a shake of his head, closing the door behind him. Blake took a deep breath and strode across to the woman in white.

“You didn’t have to make them leave on my account.” She swung around on the stool to face him.

Blake’s breath seized; his wolf roared. His cock, neglected for longer than necessary, stirred. Her smooth skin glowed the palest ivory, making her appear fragile and untouchable. Bone straight, white hair fell to her waist, getting lost in the white of her tight blouse, distressed jeans and floor length coat. The killer heels on her feet were an obscene red, matching her lips.

I can hear your wolf, she whispered in his head. Why do you suppose he’s fighting so hard to get out?

Blake flinched and stared into her mismatched eyes, feeling like he was floating. He tried getting into her thoughts but came up against a black wall.

That’s right. I can read your mind, but alas, she sighed dramatically, you can’t fuck with mine.

He closed the gap between them on unsteady legs, hands at his sides, heart hammering in his chest. His sweaty skin tightened painfully as the wolf clawed under his skin.

“Who are you?”

“Who do you want me to be, Blake?” Sex dripped from her low voice. Husky and silky-smooth. She posed a threat to him, to his wolf, to—

Now, now. A threat? Li’l ole me? She winked her right eye, the gold one. The left eye sparked a vibrant, violet hue.

“What are you?” Standing next to her with his teeth clenched, Blake couldn’t decide whether to grab her and spread her legs across the bar, or shoot her between those weird, gorgeous eyes.

“Um.” She licked her lips. “I vote for the first option.” He narrowed his eyes and she shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Strange magic surrounds you,” he rasped. “And you bring it here, to my pack.”

“Well, if you want to get technical, the strange magic doesn’t surround me so much as it lives in me.”

Blake reached a hand out, but snatched it back at the last second. “Get out now before I kill you.” He couldn’t have her here, distracting him with her strange pull and her particular brand of magic.

She laughed. Invisible arms wrapped around his waist and jerked him forward. To her.

“There are many reasons you can’t kill me, but let’s start with the one you refuse to acknowledge.” Rising off the stool, she leaned over and dragged her tongue down his neck.

His wolf erupted, awakened further by her touch. His cock, aroused before, hardened to painful proportions. Blake growled and grabbed her by the neck. She stared at him with her lips curved, those eyes twinkling.

The name’s Voltaire, but what do you call me, Blake?

He tightened his fingers around her neck. Her strange-ass pupils dilated. The wolf scented her arousal and went crazy, ready to mark. To claim.

Say it, Blake.

His eyesight dimmed as the wolf grew stronger, his other half already accepting what he fought to deny. Blake jerked her to him, speaking the word before his mouth descended on hers.

“Mate.”

Website: http://avrilashton.webs.com

Blog: http://avril-ashton.blogspot.com

http://facebook.com/writeravrilashton

@AvrilAsh on Twitter

SALE SALE SALE

2011-12-27T13:20:00.000-05:00

EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING IS HAVING A SALE!
30% OFF ALL E-BOOKS DECEMBER 26 - 30.

The Heart Of Winter Series:

Book 1 Enchanted

Anthologies:

Stockings & Suspenders

MERRY CHRISTMAS

2011-12-24T14:14:00.000-05:00

I can't believe it's Christmas Eve already.

This has been an exciting year for me with the publication of several short stories, as well to see my series, The Heart Of Winter do so well.

I want to say thank you to all the readers who have sent me words of encouragement, expressed enjoyment with my work, and who have taken the time and money to buy my books.

As a writer, there is no greater joy then to see someone "love" the characters and the stories that are close to your own heart.

So, with a heartfelt THANK YOU I want to say:

MERRY CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY

2011-12-23T17:23:00.000-05:00

THE WINNER OF MY MERRY CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY IS: WESTERN LOVIN

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

*Throws confeti*

*****

***

A PDF Copy of Master of Mine

will be emailed to you. The T-Shirt and other items will be shipped via snail mail.

Thanks to everyone who participated and "Liked" my FB page. Remember to keep following my blog. The New Year will be full of new books, new giveaways, and a great line up of wonderful authors "In The Spotlight."

Merry Christmas!

London Saint James

THE WINNER IS

2011-12-16T21:44:00.000-05:00

The Winner of Author Renee Silvana's book, Waking The Dead is:
Marie

Congratulations!

Thanks Renee for the awesome giveaway!

XoXo
London

REVELATION IS HERE!

2011-12-14T08:34:00.000-05:00

Revelation, book 3 of the 4 part The Heart Of Winter series, was released today by Evernight Publishing.

Winter’s reclusive life as a romance writer begins to collide with Cayden’s larger-than-life world. Cayden Cain, Hollywood’s hottest heartthrob, is someone who is unattainable in many ways. The odds of a real relationship with him are astronomical.

Besides the pesky paparazzi that are hell-bent on exposing pieces of her once private life, there is so much more conspiring against Winter and Cayden. She cannot survive in his world, and he simply cannot walk in hers. But everything will change when she discovers their worlds have always been connected, forever tied together by fate, by destiny, by unbreakable love.

Just a few places to find Revelation:

Amazon

Amazon UK

Evernight Publishing

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT RENEE SILVANA

2011-12-12T00:00:00.001-05:00

I’m super stoked to have the author of Waking The Dead, Renee Silvana here with me today. She has graciously agreed to allow me to pick her brain. *Smiles*

Renee, tell us a little about yourself and how you became a writer.

Like many writers, creating stories has always been a part of who I am. Before I could read, it started with making up stories based on the pictures of the books I was so frustrated I couldn't actually read. I dabbled in fanfiction in my teen years (and I just searched, it's still posted online... eek!). Happily-ever-afters were a huge part of my writing back then, and as I've grown, so have my characters.... and so have their needs. ;)

What genre/genres do you prefer to write?

I write mainly paranormal because I LOVE world-building. I like making rules to suit the needs of my characters and my story. Recently though, I've been seriously considering historical...

What words best describe your writing style?

Dark and sensual. I try to tamp down the darkness, but it's a big part of who I am!

Where did you find the inspiration to write Waking The Dead?

I had already developed my hunky Adrian and what his duties were. But Miriam I struggled with.. how was I going to bring these two together? One day, just for fun, I was playing with a story generator and the phrase "an inept necromancer" popped up. The rest of the sentence was gibberish, but those two words sparked the entire story of Waking The Dead!

Here is a little taste of Waking The Dead:

As a guardian of the gate to the spirit world, hellhound Adrian Mason is responsible for apprehending errant necromancers, and now he has his hands full with a demon on the loose. When all evidence points to Miriam Spencer, she swears she's not to blame. Though she is descendent from a family of powerful witches, Miriam can barely divine answers from a magic eight ball, let alone raise spirits.

But, if she's not the culprit, then who—or what—is wreaking havoc on the small upstate New York town? Falling for his prime suspect isn’t on Adrian’s agenda. Duty-bound and with time running short, he must bring Miriam to justice, or face his own.

Great excerpt!

I love listening to music. And I find I usually pick out certain songs or certain artists to set the tone or mood of books I’m writing. Do you do anything special to get into the “mood” when writing?

Music is a big part of it for me! The opening sequence was written to Opeth's song "Reverie/Harlequin Forest" played on repeat... over and over again. iTunes recorded the number, and it is ridiculously high.

*Smiles*

What has been your biggest obstacle to overcome in writing/getting your work out there?

It's very difficult for me to just relax, and hence I have chronic writer's block. Waking The Dead took over a year to complete because of that, but I knocked out a 17,000-word story in about a week and a half when I was uber-relaxed and living in the Grand Canyon in September. I don't think I've written that many words since then!

Sweet or Erotic?

It depends. Really strong characters, compelling conflict and superb world-building are what appeal to me. A weak erotic story can't hold a candle to a strong sweet romance. But all other things equal, I'd take erotic hands-down!

What’s the last book you read?

I just finished "Freya's Mates" by Stacey Espino and I'm starting "The Last Princess." Oh. My. Gosh. If you haven't picked it up yet, here's a great opportunity to make your night a whole lot better and sexier!

I’ve read Freya’s Mates. I think Stacey is a super talented writer and loved the book :D

Are you working on anything new? And if so, what can fans expect to see in the near future?

I am working on an historical, that's out of the bag. I'm almost finished with the second book in the Hounds of Annwyn series (as in, I'm over 18,000 words and about 3,000 beyond where I thought it would be!), but the H/h of that book have me struggling to do them justice.

If you want to find out more about Renee Silvana, here are some of the places you can find her:

Blog: http://reneesilvana.blogspot.com

Personal Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/renee.silvana

Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/AuthorReneeSilvana

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/reneesilvana

Website: http://reneesilvana.weebly.com/

Places to buy The Walking Dead:

Thanks so much for stopping by Renee. You are welcome back anytime. I wish you all the best with your book and your continuing writing career.

Thank you so much for having me today, London! I'd like to offer your readers a chance to win a copy of Waking The Dead! Just leave your email address with your comment and you'll be entered to win!

Awesome! Thanks, Renee. The winner will be announced on December 16, 2011.

AND THE WINNERS ARE!

2011-12-10T00:53:00.000-05:00

The winner of Shayla Colt's spotlight giveaway: Kathryn

Congrats to Kathryn, and Thanks to Author Shyla Colt!

The winner of my portion of the 12 Days of Christmas blog hop is: Andrea

Congrats Andrea! I hope you enjoy the book.

The Winner of Enchanted and Requiem, from my blog visit to Shannan Albright's blog is: Joanne

Congrats Joanne! I hope you enjoy reading book 1 and book 2 in The Heart Of Winter series.

Keep checking back for more great giveaways!

XoXo

London

IN THE AUTHOR'S SPOTLIGHT

2011-12-09T01:00:00.001-05:00

AUTHOR KELLY YEAKLE

Kelly Yeakle is a wife and mother of three small children, yet somehow finds the time to research and craft a great story. A lover of the outdoors, she enjoys showing her kids the magic that can be found when exploring nature and its beauty. To find out more about her, check out her blog where her life is an open book, no pun intended.

Blog: http://kellyyeakle.wordpress.com/

Website: http://www.kyeakle27.webs.com/

Books:

The Legacy Keeper’s Treasure

Timeless

Forbidden Desires

Trixie’s Treats in the Midnight Seduction Anthology

The Sweetest Gift, stand alone and available in the Yule Be Mine Anthology Volume 1

Santa’s Little Helper in The Stockings & Suspenders Anthology

TORN, coming in January 2012

In Waters Deep, coming in March 2012

Kelly’s newest book, The Sweetest Gift, published by Decadent Publishing.

If you were given one wish, a chance to change a single event from your past, present, or future, would you?

When Dylan arrives home to reconcile with her father before the Grim Reaper comes to sweep him away, she is given that exact opportunity. But the gift of one wish doesn’t come without a clear warning: “Everything in this life has a consequence. What you choose today could alter what might already be.”

With so many options to choose from, Dylan has to do some major soul searching and only has three months to decide. Should she take the risk of a wish that might not actually bring her happiness or leave her life in the hands of fate?

Genre: Paranormal romance, contemporary, fantasy, holiday

Heat level: 2

Word count – 16k

Cover art by Dara England

~Excerpt~

“Cole, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Her small hand fit perfectly in his as they lay on a blanket in the back of his beat-up pickup truck, parked at the rear of her father’s ranch. They looked up at the stars plastered across the late night sky.

“I don’t know. Something important, someone that people depend on,” he answered.

“Do you know what I want to be?” Dylan turned her face toward his.

“An actress?” he teased.

“No. Guess again.”

The moon cast a silver glow down upon them, and her eyes shone in its light when she spoke.

“A singer on Broadway? Maybe a dancer in Milan?” He laughed, knowing his ridiculous answers would annoy her.

“No. I want to design fashion some place amazing like New York. I want to see my name on the clothes that people wear. But do you know what I want more than fame and fortune?” She smiled at him.

“No.” He moved closer.

“I want to be your wife.” Her lips were inches from his, her breath sweet across his face. “I want to have lots of kids and a huge dog. We can have a summer home here in Texas, so we can visit our families.”

“That sounds like a pretty big wish list.” He laughed again, glad they both wanted the same basic things from life. “I can’t make you famous, but I could help you with all the other things you want.”

Dylan giggled, letting him pull her into his arms.

Buy Link: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=407&osCsid=qa3361ckc72q56dl9jhpb1rne1

STOCKINGS & SUSPENDERS IS HERE!

2011-12-09T00:00:00.005-05:00

As the temperature drops, the women in this collection of stories find naughty and delicious ways to warm up for the holidays.

A boss with a proposal to make her sweat, a promise from an Italian assistant, a cabin in the middle of nowhere with two men waiting to cater to her every desire, a special surprise for a lonely solider...

All of these encounters and more from ten talented authors. Get ready for some holiday loving...Evernight style.

My Story, The Proposal

Lowly executive assistant Grace Hale is having a bad day. Perhaps epically bad, until Dravin Hall, the scorching hot advertising legend, and one of the owners of the agency, invites her for drinks to discuss a proposal. Maybe her Christmas gift will come early this year. But one thing’s for sure. She will never be able to go into The Fireside Grill again without blushing.

Evernight Publishing

Amazon

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT

2011-12-05T00:00:00.007-05:00

Author Shyla Colt

BIO

Shyla Colt is a Sound and Lighting Engineer turned Stay-At-Home Mom with two main passions, music and the written word. Her stories are a blend of the paranormal laced with humor, passion, and a “je ne se qua” that she’d like to call all her own.

Married to her marine, she currently resides in sunny California where she allows her characters to tell her their stories while feeding her music addiction and raising her wild child. She credits John Hughes, Marvel comics, punk music and the first paranormal romance novel she picked up at thirteen for creating the unique muse that drives her.

In the spotlight: Wolf in Waiting

Blackburn Falls Series, Book 1

Blurb:

A shape shifter unable to shift and a male shifter next in line for the throne shouldn’t mix, but the passion between them transcends all.

A shape shifter who can’t shift sounds like a punch line to a joke. But for Luz Dryden it’s a complicated reality. The one bright light in her life has been her long-time love Kalyx Hunter.

Kalyx shares her strange malady and worships Luz with a passion that overshadows everything else. When Kalyx shifts unexpectedly, Luz flees Blackburn Falls and vows to never look back.

Five years later she’s forced back to her home town for her sister’s wedding, and Kalyx is determined to convince her they belong together. Luz fights him at every turn, but her body’s needs overrides her will.

Kalyx is prepared to take on anyone who tries to keep them apart. But neither anticipated the twisted web of deceit and betrayal they would find themselves tangled in.

Excerpt:

A sane person would close the window and head back to bed, but the passion he aroused refused to be denied. She would deal with the consequences of tonight tomorrow after the smoldering fire had been extinguished. The smell of dark spice increased and her center responded with a flow of liquid running down the inside of her thighs as her center pulsed. Her walls contracted with every breath she took. Her sensitive body begged for relief and in a blink she went from the hunted to the hunter. A smirk graced her full lips as she slowly unbuttoned the silk shift irritating her overly sensitive skin.

Lingerie had always been a guilty secret, and she knew from past experience he loved to watch her take it off. She shoved the offending material off her shoulders to the floor and ran her fingers up her flat stomach to cup her full breasts and begin a rough massage. Her long fingers elicited moans, pinching and pulling, the erotic site set his eyes aglow with passion.

"Like that, don't you?" she teased, a husky chuckle spilling forth when he nodded.

"Good."

In need of more stimulation she untied the bows of her panties one by one and lifted a leg onto the sill to bare her slick center. More moisture streamed down her thighs as his growl of admiration made her spread her lips to reveal the pink petal inside. Past the point of a staged performance she cried out as she buried two fingers deep inside and went to work. Hard, sure pumps had her hips snapping forward. She forced her eyes to remain open as she rubbed her swollen clit in circles, and her pussy rippled as an orgasm roared through her body.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream echoed aloud by his hearty howl of approval. Coming down from her high, she was grateful for the click of the light in the room beside her own, chasing him off into the night. Her head rested against the coolness of the window and she knew the concept of being over Kalyx Hunter was nothing more than a carefully constructed lie.

Buy Link:

http://www.breathlesspress.com/wolf-waiting

Giveaway Rules:

Shyla will give away a copy of her new book to one lucky winner. It’s a mini blog hop. To win you must also visit her blog, www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com and comment. Let her know you read her spotlight on London’s Scribbles, how much you want to read her book, ask a question, or just tell her she rocks! Shyla will announce the winner on Friday, December 9^th

Merry Christmas Giveaway!

2011-12-04T00:00:00.000-05:00

In honor of the Holidays I'm doing a Merry Christmas Giveaway!

Along with one of my books, I will give away some London Saint James swag which includes a LSJ T-shirt and other cool stuff.

So, this is how it works. Go to this link http://www.facebook.com/pages/London-Saint-James/154331444626603 and “like” my authors page on Facebook. Leave a comment on this post to let me know you “like” me. Oh, and leave a contact email in your blog comment along with which book of mine is on your Christmas wish list.

You must also be a follower of my blog. One grand prize winner will be picked at random and announced on December 23, 2011.

XoXo

London

AUTHOR KACEY MARK

2011-12-02T00:00:00.002-05:00

I’m happy to be here today with author Kacey Mark to talk about her latest book, A Muse Gone Commando, which is part of her Dark Muse series from Evernight Publishing.

Perhaps Kyla Spades is a bit hasty to assume she finally escaped her stalkers. As a Muse, they come with the job description. Hunt down those desperate for inspiration, soak up a bit of their soul, and earn a ravenous groupie for life. That’s about how it worked, and after twenty-eight years, Kyla should know that.

Her past chases her to the quiet town of Sterling Springs, and Kyla must seek refuge with the only other muse of her kind. Tobin Blake, infamous womanizer by night, accused serial killer by day.

Tobin knew he should’ve sent her away the moment she appeared at his door. With his enemies planning their demon uprising any day, and his leg still suffering from the last attack, he couldn’t afford the distraction—even if it came with cherry lacquered toes and a body that begged to be sampled.

With the enemy closing in, Tobin and Kyla must find strength in each other as they battle for secrets to Kyla’s past and the future of their kind.

Let’s just jump right in. Kacey, A muse Gone Commando is book 2 in the series, is that correct?

Thank you so much for letting me join today and yes, this is the second of a two book series.

I know an author should really love all her book-babies equally, but this second book is my favorite so far. Shhh! Don't tell the others!

Mum’s the word!

Tell us a little bit about how you came to write this book series.

I started out with my affectionately named, buff-and-grumpy-alpha, Quention. He had an aire of control and deception that made him dangerous, but when he started mind raping the young and influential artists of our time, I knew we had to find out why he did the things he did. I also had to figure out how to redeem him. That's pretty much how the dark muses were born. From the inside out.

Dose each book stand on its own, or should they be read in order?

They both stand pretty well on their own. Two separate stories about two polar opposite brothers. I always recommend reading them in succession through, because it's so fun experiencing the villain in book one become the hero in book two. He made for such a sexy villain I just couldn't let him die!

Here’s a taste of A Muse Gone Commando:

Standing mere inches from her, he rocked back on his good heel. “She always this bashful?”

Kyla felt the weight of Amber’s damp hand on her shoulder as if clinging for support, and her voice slurred a bit when she spoke. “You kidding? Kyla’s a livewire.”

Kyla’s mouth dropped open. “That’s none of his business.”

“Live wire, huh,” he murmured.

Amber opened her mouth again, but her voice cut short with a sharp jab from Kyla’s elbow.

“Enough about me. Where’d you want to do this?” Kyla asked.

“Bedroom.”

Kyla pushed out a sigh of frustration. “Okay, Count Happy Pants, get serious.” She stretched her body to peer around the sharp curve of one hallway. “There’s got to be a couch or a chair around here somewhere.”

Amber poked her in the ribs. “What’s gotten into you, Ky? You don’t have to be so rude.”

Kyla knew that look. It was Amber’s patient provider relationship taking a swan dive into a murky pool of sexual intrigue. She lifted her brows in mock sympathy. “Amber? Work with me, here. I’m getting this over with and you out of this place before you do something you’ll regret.”

Kyla ignored the prissy flap of Amber’s hands as she sandwiched Amber’s face between her palms and leveled it with hers. Sizing up her swollen pupils, she could tell Amber wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.

“No. On second thought, let’s skip the session altogether,” Kyla said.

“I can’t believe you’re suggesting that I would—”

“I know. I know.” She sighed as she rummaged through Amber’s purse. “Where are your keys, woman?”

“There’s no need to rush off. After coming all this way, I couldn’t let you ladies leave so soon. We were just getting to know each other.”

After several minutes of quiet observation, the sound of his voice made Kyla’s heart switch to high speed. She spun to face Tobin, who had closed the distance to a dangerous level. The warmth of his breath flowed over her cheek. She jumped back, but didn’t get far with Amber standing behind her. She bumped into her friend with an oomph and staggered to maintain her balance.

Tobin’s lips twitched and he continued his pursuit, inching closer.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kyla’s eyes grew wide. Freaky house with freaky impaired womanizer, that’s what she signed up for. That’s what she could deal with. Not an all-powerful Muse hell-bent on stealing her soul.

“Okay, okay, I lied. I really do have the plague,” Kyla said.

The statement didn’t seem to faze him as his gaze lowered to her mouth.

He wouldn’t!

She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat. The magnetic hold he placed on Amber didn’t carry any weight against another Muse, but the threat of what lay below his surface left her petrified.

She tented her brows in a plea for mercy, even as her soul thrashed and clawed at the puckered barrier of her subconscious. Kyla’s nails dug into her palms as she mentally clenched her inner wall tighter against the assault.

Leave it. Leave it!

Early on, she’d developed her ability to compromise and reason with her starving soul. Only allowing it enough to get by without causing any undue damage. But with the knowledge of completion standing only a breath away, all that dieting unleashed a frenzy she hadn’t anticipated.

Forget Tobin Blake. Amber’s right. Kyla was scary all by herself.

She knew, or at least hoped, that Tobin couldn’t detect the tantrum her inner self was throwing. She didn’t know how much more stress she could take, being attacked from both sides, and the thought of all her defenses being torn away made her panic jump to new heights. Cursing her insatiable hunger for fear, every muscle in her body grew tense in an attempt to stay intact. She held her breath, ready for him to strike the first blow.

But he didn’t.

His head dipped until his lips were mere inches from hers.

And he waited.

When her lungs burned for lack of oxygen, she expelled a shaky breath. Then, with only the faintest lift of his lower lip, he blew a hot puff of air over her mouth.

Kyla’s breath caught in her throat, and she wrinkled her brow. The smell of toffee and sun-ripened peaches curled around her. With an uncontrollable urge to breathe it in, her lungs stretched to capacity, trying to lift every hint of that scent from the air.

This wasn’t the way it worked; this wasn’t right.

For the first time, she had no idea who she was dealing with. Tobin Blake may be her mate, but he certainly wasn’t her equal. How could she compete against this?

He pulled away from her in slow motion, eyes lit in a menacing smile as the world tipped and spun out of control. Then her face made a dive for the hardwood floor.

What was the hardest part of this story to write?

The hardest part about this story was getting our been-with-everyone-and-done-it-everywhere Tobin to find a lasting intrigue with only one woman. Sure, she was his completion, but once complete I wanted their story to have a happily ever after forever. Not just until the end of the book. I had to find something hidden inside him that he was afraid to show to any other woman and let Kyla be the one to find it.

That's where a touch of...ah...foot fetishism came into play.

And I didn't know anything about that!

Fortunately Google was my friend haha!

*Smiles* Gotta love Google!

How would you explain your writing style?

I fly by the seat of my pants mostly. I seem happiest when I don't know how things will turn out and I experience it as it comes onto the page.

What genre/genres do you write in? And what attracts you to that genre?

Strictly Paranormal Romance so far. I like to incorporate impossibilities and make them possible.

Who are some of your favorite authors who inspire you?

Gena Showalter is a riot! I love her. Katie McAllister too. I love their voices and their humor.

I love Gena, too. :D

Do you have a favorite character that you have written about? What makes him/her your favorite?

I like Kyla best from A MUSE GONE COMMANDO. She's spunky and resourceful but she still has a lot to learn. Fortunately she has the best and worst teacher there is to offer. :-)

As writers I believe we tend to put pieces and parts of ourselves into our writing, even if its pieces of what we wish we could be. Do you find pieces of yourself in any of your writing?

I do. I tend to incorporate my snarky side between my heroes and heroines. In writing, you get to say all the things you should have said in real life arguments. No walking away and kicking yourself because you should have said something else.

What does sexy mean to you?

It means being brave and capable about exploring your world and inviting others do the same. Whether in dress, language or action, there is an aire of confidence and welcome that makes other people feel drawn to you.

Tell us, what other works you’ve got in store for us this coming year.

I have a Merry-go-round-ran-down inspired ghost story that you can check out on my website under the works in progress section. It's pretty tasty!

I will check it out. Love ghost stories.

Thanks so much for stopping by, Kacey. I wish you great success with your book and with your Dark Muse series. Please come back anytime and visit.

Well thank you for having me *curtseys*

About the author:

Kacey Mark lives with her family in a small Utah town nestled in the Wasatch Mountains. She's a voracious reader and writer who loves great imagery, tactile writing and the use of all five senses.

At age of sixteen, she spent an entire balmy summer in the back country of Alabama where her love for romance grew wild. At age thirty she wrote her first manuscript. She is a member of the Utah Chapter Romance Writers of America.

You can find out more about Kacey at:

BLOG: http://www.kaceymark.blogspot.com

WEBSITE: http://www.authorkaceymark.com

FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/Kacey-Mark/218199808200456

Buy A Muse Gone Commando:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-muse-gone-commando-by-kacey-mark/

TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS BLOG HOP

2011-11-29T00:00:00.003-05:00

Welcome to day 1 and my part of the Twelve Days of Christmas Blog Hop! This hop is all about the newest Evernight anthology, Stockings & Suspenders which I am proud to be a part of. Each day that passes a new author from the anthology with be spotlighted, and more of our scorching hot book cover will be revealed.

As the temperature drops, the women in this collection of stories find naughty and delicious ways to warm up for the holidays.

All of these encounters and more from ten talented authors. Get ready for some holiday loving...Evernight style.

Look for my story, The Proposal

Blurb:

Excerpt:

My day continued with the same ease, ha, ha, in which it began. After lunch, of which I skipped and worked through, I tried to rally only to find the copier jammed. With this brilliant revelation, I was forced to walk down two flights of stairs, tucking file folders under my arm, as upbeat Christmas carols rang out in a taunt through the overhead speakers. When you’ve been reprimanded. Put on your bosses permanent shit-list. Given an almost impossible deadline. Look like a wrinkled bush woman. Are hungry, lacking in good sleep, and you can’t even remember great sex, you’re not in the mood for Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

In retrospect, I should have waited for the elevator, but I didn’t take the time to wait. So once I arrived on the third floor, being out of breath and in a hurry, I dropped all my records before I made it to the ad department’s copy room. What I had to copy wasn’t really that pressing, but what I needed to get filed into archives was.

Skillful, Grace. I bent down in a rush. Quickly, I swiped a hand over my face to brush back falling hair from my eyes, all the while reaching with my free hand for the scattered documents. For a brief moment I wondered if my day could actually get any worse then decided to forgo that thought. After all, with my current track record I didn’t want to tempt fate. Cursing under my breath, I gathered up the paperwork and folders from the floor. That’s when it happened. I stubbed my finger on the baseboard and broke a nail. Oh, not just a mere break or slight chip, but a full on into the quick extravaganza.

“Shit-fire!” I blurted out.

I stood up. Grasping my finger in a useless endeavor to stop the pain, I spun around. The files, which were quickly becoming the latest blight, started to slip. Oddly clutching documents along with my index finger, I ran right into… him.

Mr. Hall reached out to grab my arms, steady me. “Still having a bad day, I see.”

“It would seem so,” I replied.

“Here,” he said, taking my tangled mess of files into hand, “let me help you.”

I followed behind him, feeling very frumpy, a tad out of place, in pain as if someone was sticking a red hot skewer under my nail, and a whole lot of starved. He walked with my afternoon work load into the copy room of the advertising department. All I could do at the moment was pray my stomach did not growl like a Yeti.

“How was the secretarial lunch party?”

I tried to keep my eyes off his well-formed ass, I really did, I promise. But I couldn’t help but notice how well he wore his black Armani suit, nor how he possessed a sensual, confident quality about him.

“Hmm?” I mumbled.

Mr. Hall stopped. Turned. Caught my gaze.

“The Christmas party, Grace. How was it?”

I pulled my eyes up the length of his body, to his face. “Oh, um… I didn’t go,” I answered.

My cheeks turned hot. He never said a word. He just kept his gaze locked with mine for a moment before he sat my documents and folders down onto an oblong table.

Mesmerized, I stood still, unsure, watching him saunter forward toward me. He picked up my hand. My breath hitched before I noticed he was looking at the bloody mess which was my nail. His aqua blue eyes flashed. Turning my finger he examined the damage I’d inflicted. Mr. Hall actually grimaced.

“Don’t move,” he instructed. In the next instant, he dropped my hand and was gone, out the door.

I glanced around the room, wondering if I should stand there or if I should buck-up, finish my archiving job, and head back to my office. With that thought, I gazed at the clock which sat on the counter. It was after two and I still had a ton of work to complete by five. I did not want to give the devil’s minion another reason to chastise me nor did I wish to receive two write-ups in one day.

The air conditioner kicked on, causing the snowflake garland which hung off the work space countertop to flutter. Yes, I did say air conditioner. Something this born and bred southern girl would never quite get used to. Heat in December. Nope, Los Angeles would not be privy to a white Christmas, not that it ever was. Perhaps I would turn into Scrooge, but no snow at Christmas, well, that didn’t seem right.

My attention was drawn to the art on the wall by the window. It was some of the agency’s top advertising campaigns. And hanging in the center, the campaign which made Mr. Dravin Hall a superstar in the ad world. I studied the ad, the use of color, the layout of the design. He’s really good.

The sound of whistling caught me off guard. I turned, looked over toward the table and saw him. He breezed back in, first aid kit in hand, whistling along with the song which was playing. Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. This week was almost over, and soon the incessant sounds of Christmas would be no more.

“Take a seat,” he directed. I complied. I moved to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. “Give me your hand, Grace.”

Obediently, I lifted my hand, presenting it to him.

He took hold of my wrist. Held it carefully. A scowl, temptingly delicious, crossed over his brow. I came to the conclusion Dravin Hall had the kind of face which made you want to stare. It was a mixture of rugged masculinity, perfect proportions, with a touch of male model good looks. I had to snap out of it, stop staring.

He studied my throbbing finger. Rubbed the middle of my palm softly with his thumb. Chills ran up my arm. Mr. Hall had strong hands, yet gentle. He opened up the first aid kit, pulled out some antibiotic ointment along with a Band-Aid then hesitated. “This won’t do,” he said. “Come with me.”

Without argument I got up and followed him, but this time we did not go into an office. We entered into the men's restroom.

“Um… I don’t think I should actually be in here,” I managed to say. He turned around, eyed me then grinned.

“Give me your hand, and don’t worry.”

I gave him my hand. He walked me forward three steps, coming to a stop at the sink before he turned the levered handle, allowing the stream of water to flow. Without notice, he pulled my hand forward.

“This might sting,” he said.

Mr. Hall placed my battered finger beneath the faucet. It did in fact sting. I jumped a bit when the blood began to wash away in pinkish streaks down the drain of the snow-white porcelain.

“Sorry, Grace.”

“I’m fine. I’ll live.”

He twisted my hand under the stream of water to the left, the right…While doing this, his body brushed up against the side of mine. He smelled scrumptious, but I needed to keep my head. I desperately tried not to allow my imagination to wander. And it wanted to meander into some very naughty territory which included my hands tied to a headboard and his head between my thighs. With the knowledge that particular terrain would be filled with exploding landmines, I focused on my throbbing finger and not the warmth of his body.

He pulled some towels from the dispenser, it clanged and grinded, releasing them like a long flapping tongue at the bottom of the dark machine. I needed to stop thinking about tongues. His tongue. My tongue. The places our tongues could mutually explore… Stop it, Grace.

Carefully, he patted dry my hand then the offending finger. Mr. Hall shook his head as if he were dissatisfied. His dark hair fell over his right eyebrow, tempting me. Then in a blinding move he lifted me up, causing my breath to catch in my throat. He had placed my backside down onto the long marble counter. I sat, tucked in-between two sinks. I must have looked dazed, confused, and maybe even a little turned on.

“Relax,” he said softly. “This is a much better angle.”

He placed his large hand into his pant pocket. My eyes roamed down the length of his well-tailored body. Oh, I meant his well-tailored suit. He pulled out the antibiotic ointment and the Band-Aid.

My skirt seemed to ride up into immediate obvious territory. In a panic and unsure of what to do with my legs, I wondered, leave them dangling or try to cross them? Mr. Hall made my choice when he walked forward and placed his body between my thighs. Once again he picked up my hand. I watched in blushing amazement as he gently blew his warm breath across my finger as if to sooth. It took all of my strength not to reach out. Touch him. He rubbed the ointment onto my broken, jagged nail then circled a bandage around the felonious digit. It was strangely erotic.

Follow and leave a comment for a chance of winning prizes, including a copy of Stockings & Suspenders and a $15 Evernight Publishing gift certificate.

DAY 2 Stop by and visit C.R. Moss to find out about her story, Chasing Miss. Kringle at http://www.crmoss.blogspot.com/

The Winner Is...

2011-11-25T17:33:00.000-05:00

The Winner of Black Lust by Author Karyn Gerrard is:

Eli

Congrats!!

My New Book Cover Is Here!

2011-11-23T00:08:00.000-05:00

Here is the newest book cover for Revelation, book 3 in The Heart Of Winter series!

Author Spotlight Karyn Gerrard

2011-11-18T06:00:00.001-05:00

Author Karyn Gerrard is here today on my Authors Spotlight. She will be giving away one PDF copy of her new book, Black Lust, which released today from Evernight Publishing.

For your chance to win you will need to leave a comment or question on this blog along with your email address, and you must be a follower of both my London’s Scribbles blog and Karyn’s site http://www.karyngerrard.com/

The winner will be picked at random and will be announced on November 25, 2011

BLURB:

Lucius Black lives a debauched and wild nightlife. Being a ‘Quarter’ (1/4 vampire), blood and sex are what he is. However, his existence wears thin after a century of hedonistic pleasure.

Trevina Patterson lives a quiet, happy life running a hair salon in a village on the east coast of the United Kingdom. It was a perfect life and all she could ask for, until a chance encounter with Lucius Black.

What was it about him that was so unsettling and yet so attractive?

For Lucius, no woman had ever been enough, until Trevina. She awakened in him feelings he had not thought possible. Passions considered by him to be little more than vampiric mythology. She awakened his...black lust.

EXCERPT:

Trevina strolled up the stone walkway and knocked at the door. It was ajar, so she stuck her head in. “Hello? Anyone here?”

No one answered so she took a hesitant step across the threshold. Oh brilliant, it had hardwood floors and a fireplace. She felt the nearby wall, plaster, but with a fresh coat of paint. It was clean and bright. She imagined where she would place her few sticks of furniture when a deep voice boomed from the hallway.

“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”

Her head turned toward the direction of the irritated voice. Her breath caught in her throat. A stunning looking man stood opposite her, his legs apart, and his arms crossed. He was in black leather from his long coat to the skin hugging leather pants and black boots. A tight black T-shirt accentuated rock-hard pectorals.

Trevina assumed this stunner looked like a fallen angel or a sexy demon, maybe both. At least that is how they seemed in the movies and on the telly. He had full red lips no man should possess and a scruffy days-old beard and chiseled handsome features. But it was his eyes, the same silver-gray as the sky over a stormy North Sea. They were very large and expressive, framed by long black eyelashes. She imagined the lashes were as soft as mink. He appeared dangerous, and she should be scared, but those eyes had her locked in a searing sexual Svengali-like gaze. He exuded perilous detachment. Impenetrable, guarded, and shielded from emotions. Why she sensed all that, she had no idea.

Instead of running to her scooter for safety, she stepped forward holding out her hand. “Trevina Patterson. Do you own this lovely cottage?”

The man stared down at her hand as if deciding whether to take it. He uncrossed his arms, took her hand and shook it. His hand was large, masculine, and very warm. His touch almost brought her to her knees it was so potent. His thumb stroked the top of her hand in a gentle circular motion. A slight sly smile curved his ruby red lips. She tried to bite back a moan but a shaky exhale escaped her throat. He let go of her hand. She felt anger mix with the intoxicating attraction. Did he get off making women react to him, especially women who were not beautiful? She knew she wasn’t. She accepted her blunt-plain features years ago; it saved her plenty of heartache.

“No, it belongs to a cousin of mine. I was looking at it, deciding if I was going to rent it. Why do you ask, Trevina?”

He used her first name. Oh, he was skilled at seduction. It dripped like molten honey in his voice, and she noticed he didn’t have a British accent. She moved closer to him. She would show this sexy leather clad demon she wasn’t intimidated. She looked up at him. Bloody hell, he was tall. “I would like to rent it myself. What’s your name?”

He crossed his arms again, a defensive posture to be sure. “Lucius Black.”

She couldn’t help but smile. The name fit him like a leather glove.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Something amusing?”

She bit her lower lip. “No. Nothing. So I’m out of luck apparently.”

He shifted his stance so he was, just inches away. Her breasts brushed by his impressive muscular chest causing a gush of liquid between her legs. He stared down at her, and his warm breath fanned her cheeks like the incendiary breath of a dragon. A damned sexy one. He exuded a spicy, woodsy scent that was bloody appealing. Warm flickering flame, fire and brimstone perhaps?

“I would not say that,” he whispered sensually.

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Black-Lust-ebook/dp/B006976246/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1321582794&sr=1-5

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/black-lust-by-karyn-gerrard/

Super Excerpt! Thanks for sharing it with us. Tell us a little bit more about the characters in this book. Where did the inspiration to write about them come from?

Hi London, thanks for having me! I have always been fascinated with the concept of vampires, the immortality question, the many lives and lies they have to endure. My hero Lucius Black is a Quarter, or one-quarter vampire, so while he deals with the blood/sex lust of having some vampire blood, he is also human. He is in a category all his own in his clan and a bit of a loner because of it. The heroine Trevina Patterson is not a raving beauty, she is just an ordinary girl caught up in a sexy supernatural whirlwind.

What genre/genres do you prefer to write in?

Historical is my first love, but of my three current/upcoming releases, I have written a time travel/fantasy, a paranormal and a contemporary. I don't like to categorize myself in any one genre or sub-genre.

How would you explain your writing style?

I have been thinking of that a lot lately, I like to think of myself as an erotic romance writer, hot sensual. I wouldn't classify myself as full-bore Erotica.

Do you do anything specific when writing, like an outline or do you just jump in and start writing?

I am a total panster, I do create the characters first, and have a very vague idea where the story will end up. Then I just sit and type and let the characters and story take me on a journey. Sometimes it takes me in directions I never dreamed. I love to plot~

Which authors inspire your own writing?

Every romance writer I have ever read, no kidding! But If I were to choose a few, it would be the historical writers I discovered when I first started reading romance 5 years ago. Yep, even though I am a voracious reader, I only started reading romance recently. So Mary Balogh, Lisa Kleypas, Anna Campbell, Elizabeth Hoyt just to name a few.

What are you currently reading?

Just finished Gena Showalter's The Darkest Surrender, now have a few of Lorraine Heath backlist queued up next.

I love Gena Showalter's Lords Of The Underworld series :D

What book character do you find sexy and why?

Oh I do love tortured heroes, either scarred inside or out or both. The loner, the man who puts up a wall around his heart. Guess that's why I do love paranormals. Those guys are tortured in spades! Also in historicals the dissolute rake, the detached duke, the war weary soldier. You can see a pattern here, lol!

*Smiles*

If your book Black Lust were made into a movie, who would you love to play the hero? Who would be your pick to play the heroine?

Oh, Lucius Black is close to 6'5 in height so I will go with Jared Padalecki (Sam Winchester) from TV's Supernatural. Dye his hair black and you have Lucius! The heroine is a tougher choice, I liked the actress in The Source Code, Michelle Monaghan. She could be Trevina.

What can your fans expect to see from you in the near future?

I have fans? lol! I would say more paranormal, historical, western, contemporary, and yes, more time travel!

Thanks so much for stopping by, Karyn. I wish you all the best with your book sales and your continuing writing career. You are more than welcome to come back to visit any time.

Thanks London, you rock!

You can find out more about Karyn at:

SITE: http://www.karyngerrard.com/

FABCEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/karyn.gerrard

TWITTER: https://twitter.com/#!/KarynGerrard

The Winner Is...

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The winner of Elyzabeth M VaLey's book is:

musicalfrog

Congrats!!

Thanks to everyone who participated, and thanks to fellow author Elyzabeth M VaLey.

AND THE WINNER IS...

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CONGRATS TO DEBBIE L!

She is the winner of my blog giveaway and will receive book 1 and book 2 in The Heart Of Winter series.

Thanks to everyone who participated! Keep checking in with my blog for more chances to win some great books, and maybe even some cool swag along the way :D

XoXo
London

AUTHORS SPOTLIGHT Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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I am super excited to have Author Elyzabeth M. VaLey here with me today on my Authors Spotlight. She will be giving away one PDF copy of her new book, A Decade Of Longing, which is out now.

For your chance to win you will need to leave a comment or question on this blog along with your email address, and you must be a follower of both my London’s Scribbles blog and Elyzabeth’s blog http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/

The winner will be picked at random and will be announced on November 17, 2011

A DECADE OF LONGING:

Blurb

Angelica and Alexander fell in love at a young age. Unfortunately, their love is doomed since the beginning. Forcibly separated, Angelica is obligated to marry another man at her father’s convenience while Alexander is prohibited from ever seeking her out again.

Ten years later, however, Alexander is no longer the callow boy he used to be. Now an influential gentleman, he is bent on recovering the only woman he has ever loved. No matter the cost. But has their love withstood the ravages of time?

Excerpt:

Angelica stood up to receive Alexander. She had been trying to prepare herself for this moment all morning. The thought of seeing him, alone in her drawing room, had made her unable to concentrate and get anything done. She tried to feed on her anger, on the feeling of abandonment, of being cheated. She thought of the long ten years in which she had known nothing of Alex. She had spent ten years worrying about him, craving for him, hungering for him and yet she had known nothing. She had lived every day for the past ten years wondering if he would fulfill his promise and come back. Though she finally convinced herself that it would not happen, Angelica still hoped.

Yes! She was doing it! She was actually carrying on a civilized conversation without letting her feelings get in the way. All she had to do was avoid gazing into his eyes and she would easily be done with this silly reunion. She smiled to herself. She was still in control.

With renewed vigor, Angelica sat back behind her desk and shuffled some papers. While Alexander sat
down, she tried to calm her nerves by reminding herself that they were on her ground. This was her office and she was in control. She had no feelings for Alex whatsoever and after ten years, she was certain that there was nothing left in him of the man she had once loved.

Finally, she folded her hands atop the mahogany desk, cleared her throat and began to talk business.

“Our charity, Children of Today, was created a few years ago to try and help those poor children who are without a home. Our main goal is to give the homeless children a roof, meals, and in general a better life until they become adopted or are ready to go their own ways. We create activities such as raffle sales to try to help better the life of the little ones in our local orphanage. We also go to them at least once a week and teach them diverse things, or play with them, read to them––”

“Angie.”

His voice cut through her like the sharpest knife. Her words faded away and silence reigned. Angie. It was a simple word, her name. But said by Alexander, it held a whole new meaning: love, ache, desire. Angie. It reverberated through her, coursing through her body and causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her body recognized the voice and she looked up at him, making the fatal error of gazing into his eyes.

Angelica blinked. One moment Alexander was sitting across from her; the next, he was standing before her. So close. Too close. She tried to stand, but the moment she did, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His lips found hers and she lost herself in a passionate kiss.

Angelica felt his soothing hand on her hair; his fingers burnt into her waist. Her bosom pressed against his chest, and she felt desire begin to course through her, concentrating itself between her legs. She heard a low moan emerge from her own body––something she hadn’t permitted herself to do for the past ten years. That one simple human reaction brought her back to reality. With force, she disentangled herself from Alex’s grip. Taking a step back, she slapped him hard.

“Angelica,” Alexander said huskily.

“How dare you?” she said, her voice rough. She cleared her throat. Her whole body trembled. She began to pace around the room, trying to distance herself from Alex; trying to forget his taste in her mouth, to lose the warmth he had radiated, the life he had infused in her.

“How dare you?” She turned to look at him. “Thank you, Jonathan,” she managed to say in a normal voice. “Have a seat please, Lord Huntington.”
Even as Jonathan introduced Alexander, and he bowed low to her, she could feel her resolve fading away and her heart accelerating.

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*FANS SELF* Super sexy book cover, Elyzabeth. I love your cover! Tell us a little bit more about the characters in your book. What was your inspiration for writing this book?

Well, I’m going to be honest, London. *smiles embarrassed* I don’t really recall having any particular inspiration. A decade of Longing was born in 2009 as a Nanowrimo project. As I sat in front of my computer thinking of something to write, the first scene of the novel just came to me. After that, the novel took a path of its own.

As a writer, what genre/genres call to you?

Both as a writer and as a reader I love fantasy and romance in almost all its sub genres. I think that historical romance, however, is my favorite type.

Is there any subject you will not tackle?

There are many subjects I haven’t touched yet, but I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t tackle except for any depraved or illegal acts.

How would you describe your writing style?

My writing style is a little crazy, hehe. Sometimes I’ll make a plot guideline and follow it through but other times I’ll just write whatever scene keeps playing in my mind and go on from there.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

I’m a diehard fan of J.R.R. Tolkien above all else. Also in the fantasy genre, I love Raymond E. Feist. Romance wise I adore Diana Gabaldon and Gone with the Wind author, Margaret Mitchel, has had a top spot on my shelf since I was ten years old.

Great Authors. Love Tolkien, as well :D

If you had to pick only one book that you love, what would it be?

Only one? Mmmm… I’m torn between The Lord of the Rings and Gone with the Wind. I think I’ll pick The Lord of the Rings. I like Rhett Butler but Aragorn has that whole man of the wilderness, king in exile, hero thing going on that I can’t resist.

What is your favorite place to write?

My house without a doubt and usually after midnight. It is when the house is quiet and I can sit back, relax, put on a little music and let the words flow.

I’m always asked about advice, so I’m going to ask you. What advice can you give to aspiring writers?

I’m no expert but I think the best advice I can give is to encourage them to keep writing. Whatever happens, no matter how many times you are rejected just keep trying. Publishing is a very subjective business. What one editor doesn’t like another could love. As a matter a fact, before A Decade of Longing was accepted by Evernight it went through a few rejections.

Are you working on anything new, and if so what can your fans expect to see in the near future?

The first thing my fans can expect is a new short Christmas novel coming out on December 21^st called “The Uncertain List” and published by Silver Publishing. It’s about Santa’s helper, Tristan, and his last mission of the year: deciding whether Amy Donaldson goes into the bad or the good list.

I’ve also just signed another contract with Evernight Publishing for a new historical novel called “The Mercenary Knight”. The novel tells the tale of Conrad, the chivalrous captain of a mercenary band and the saucy tavern wench whom he rescues, Tanya.

Finally, I’m currently trying to write a another medieval tale for Nanowrimo.

Thanks so much, Elyzabeth for stopping by my blog and for letting me pick your brain *SMILES* I do wish you much success with your book sales and with your continuing writing career. Come back to visit anytime.

Thank you for having me, London!

You can find out more about Elyzabeth at:

http://elyzabethmvaley.weebly.com

http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/ElyzabethMVaLey

Twitter: http://twitter.com/ElyzabethVaLey

BOOKS

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Anthologies

Pleasure is just a smack and gasp away, as men and women push their boundaries for sexual satisfaction in ways many can only dream of fulfilling.

A collection of BDSM short stories, Master of Mine will take you on an erotic escape with characters you won’t soon forget. From forced seduction to the tried and true, let the authors of this anthology take you on a ride screaming with pain and pleasure.

Buy Master of Mine at:

Evernight Publishing

Amazon.com

Amazon UK

All Romance E-Books

Barnes & Noble

BookStrand

1 Place For Romance

No matter what your fantasy, these sinfully naughty tales are certain

to keep you reading late into the night...

Midnight Seduction is an exclusive collection of erotically charged stories by thirteen talented authors. From dark angels and vampires, to ghosts and kelpies, this anthology is sure to please paranormal romance lovers everywhere. Fulfill your wanton desires and escape into a world where anything is possible.

Buy Midnight Seduction at:

SERIES

Enchanted Book 1

Can love withstand the test of time?

Buy Enchanted at:

Amazon

Amazon UK

ARe

Barnes & Noble

BookStrand

1 Place For Romance

Evernight Publishing

Requiem Book 2

For Winter Shae Perri there is only one man meant for her, Austin Carlyle. That is, until their fairy tale life is shattered the night before they are to be married.

Winter retreats deep within herself, hiding behind her romance novels, until sixteen years later she is startled to life by none other than Hollywood heartthrob, Cayden Cain.

Cayden will have her questioning reality, because when she looks at him, she sees the face of Austin looking back at her.

Buy Requiem at:

REQUIEM IS HERE

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Today is the release of Requiem, book 2 in The Heart Of Winter Series.

So in honor of my release I will be giving away, Enchanted book 1 and Requiem book 2. All you need to do is follow my blog, leave a comment or question, and an email address. The winner will be announced at random on November 11, 2011

AUTHORS SPOTLIGHT ANNALYNNE RUSSO

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Today, in the Authors Spotlight, I am pleased to have author Annalynne Russo. Annalynne has a new book, Irresistible Nemesis which was released on Halloween from Evernight Publishing. Take a look at her sexy cover.

Irresistible Nemesis - Teaser

Like most charming, charismatic vampires, Andreas had no problem finding dinner. He spotted a sweet, old homeless woman willing to make a blood donation. Her tattered grey overcoat and wide-brimmed hat covered the weathered features of her face. While her clothes looked worse for the wear, she was well-groomed and had recently bathed. All good news for a famished vampire. She smiled up at him, mesmerized by his impeccable gaze, and easily submitted to his demands. Andreas took his fill and left her intact, if not a bit light-headed from loss of blood. Then he turned back toward the subway station. His sleek form moved stealthily in the darkness. The only sound, the tip-tap of Ferragamo loafers as his footsteps came into contact with the iron rails of the track.

“Mr. Kristopolous, what a surprise!” A voice called to him. Its shadow lurked all around him. “I never figured you for the public transportation type.”

The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He recognized that voice. “Ms. Sambucco, how nice to see you again. I’ve just come from dinner. Had I known you’d be in the neighborhood, I would have extended an invitation.”

Eva snickered softly. “That’s very kind of you. But I’ve already eaten.” Her lilt voice dripped with sarcasm. She held her ground, even as the vampire undressed her with his eyes.

“Oh, on the contrary, my darling,” Andreas replied. “There’s always room for dessert. And you happen to be the most delectable treat I’ve come across in a very long time.”

Andreas approached her. His gait bold and self-assured. With each step forward, she took another one back, until he had her trapped against the wall of the subway tunnel. He lifted his hand in slow motion to gently stroke her cheek with the pad of his finger. His coarse digits glided along her jawline as the huntress lowered her head to avoid his intense stare. She didn’t seem to care much for bloodsuckers. At least, not one hell bent on seduction.

“I should warn you, Mr. Kristopolous–” she began.

“Please, call me Andreas.” He couldn’t breathe with her so near. Eva tilted her head to the side, and Andreas was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Long, luxurious eyelashes cast a sublime shadow over her angelic features, including a provocative glimpse of her ample bosom. His control teetered on the edge of collapse.

This is crazy. Take her now, while you’ve got the chance.

An internal battle raged inside Andreas as the animal fought for supremacy. Eva looked up at him, newfound courage reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. Her face flushed in an array of color. The sudden rush of blood to her cheeks started his blood pumping and he growled with need.

Eva held her head high in blatant challenge. “Andreas. I advise you to back off. If you refuse, this will end badly. Very badly. I’ll either drag you in to the authorities by the skin of your teeth or kill you. Your choice.”

Without warning, Andreas pressed his burning lips to hers, demanding an acknowledgement. Eva broke away. Her head thrashed from side-to-side in an effort to resist his bold intrusion. But Andreas wouldn’t be denied. He pinned her pliant curves more rigidly to the wall and locked both hands to her sides. It was either take what he needed or die trying.

Andreas’s stare bore into her. He pleaded for total surrender. She blinked and her expression softened a bit. And he went for it with a kiss much more delicate than their first embrace. The pillow-softness of his lips and the silky smoothness of his tongue, coaxed a response from her. Eva had no chance in hell of surviving the pure rapture of his kiss. Its sweet sensation, a stark contradiction to the way his firm, rigid body pressed into her. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her clitoris, and she moaned out loud. Before long, she kissed him back with a hunger he’d never experienced before.

Andreas couldn’t stop the momentum of their mutual attraction. Neither of them could. It spiraled out of control with hands everywhere. Probing and prodding. They simply took that which was so desperately needed. Eva’s voracious tongue explored his mouth. Andreas sucked on her pouty lower lip. In a bold move he hadn’t expected, the huntress took hold of his firm ass cheeks and squeezed, unleashing the beast that prowled below on the surface. His fangs extended. Andreas scraped them against her tongue and tasted blood. Delicious, hot, and tempting. The taste drove him into a frenzy.

Like a lion pouncing on its prey, he grabbed the front of her floral-print blouse and yanked it open. Eva gasped as tiny glass buttons fell one by one to the ground. She opened her mouth as if to scold him just as Andreas swiped his sultry tongue over the lacy fabric covering her nipple. She went limp and melted in his arms, releasing the sexiest little half-whimper, half-moan he’d ever heard.

“You’re not a huntress. You’re a God damn witch sent to cast a spell on me.” Andreas groaned as he left a trail of passionate kisses along the side of her throat. “I should drain your blood this very instant and get rid of you once and for all. But the need to fuck you is so much stronger.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” Eva whispered the words, her voice rough and gravely as Andreas lifted his head to seek another one of her sizzling kisses.

As his lips descended upon hers, Eva jerked her head back in one swift motion. Her forehead came into contact with the bridge of Andreas’s nose. The blow took him by complete surprise. On instinct, he put his hand to his nose and saw the familiar red liquid pooled in the center of his palm. By the time he looked up again, ready to face his beautiful nemesis, she was gone, leaving him reeling. Both angry and aroused.

You can purchase Annalynne’s book at:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/irresistible-nemesis-by-annalynne-russo/

Thanks so much for stopping by my blog, Annalynne. I loved the teaser excerpt. Tell us a little bit more about the book. What inspired you to write this story?

I actually had a dream about the hero in my story, Andreas, while on a trip with my husband to Greece a few years ago. I was inspired by the history and architecture of ancient Athens. For some reason, Andreas's story stuck with me and I felt compelled to tell it.

Do you do anything special to get into the zone of writing?

A special place that helps me get into the zone is my bedroom. Not only is it cozy and comfortable, but it also serves as inspiration. My hubby likes to read the love scenes with me and act them out. It's a win-win situation.

*Smiles* Ah…love scene research, a must for any writer!

What genre/genre’s are your favorite, and why?

I am a HUGE paranormal romance fan and have been for years. I can't get enough of vampires and werewolves...they are so sexy! So after reading about them for so many years, I finally decided to try writing one myself.

How would you describe your writing style?

My writing style is pretty eclectic. I'm not big on story boards or plot lines. I just write, read, re-write, and re-read. I have read so many books that I know what a captivating story line looks and sounds like.

Do you prefer hot erotica or sweet romance?

I am definitely a hot erotica type of girl.

Tell us what you have on your own personal To Be Read list?

I am looking forward to reading some upcoming novels by my fellow Evernight authors. Worth His Freedom by Adonis Devereux and The Last Etruscan by Lyn Brittan are just a few I'm anxious to get my hands on.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

Anya Bast would have to be one of my all-time favorites. Her writing is naughty and delicious. But I also enjoy Christine Feehan, Lora Leigh, and Sherrilyn Kenyon.

Great authors!

What can your fans expect to see from you in the near future?

I am currently working on a vampire/mummy story set in Egypt. The working title is Blood of the Nile and I hope to have it ready to submit to publishers by December.

Sounds great. Super title.

I want to wish you all the best with your new book and with your writing career. Please stop back by my blog anytime.

You can find out more about Annalynne Russo at:

Website: http://www.vampirescribe.com/

Blog: http://vampirescribe.blogspot.com/

REQUIEM

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REQUIEM, book 2 in The Heart Of Winter will be released on November 4, 2011 by Evernight Publishing.

REQUIEM Book Trailer

WINNER OF BLOG HOP MIDNIGHT SEDUCTION

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THE WINNER OF A COPY OF MIDNIGHT SEDUCTION IS: NikkiB

Thanks to everyone who participated in the Midnight Seduction Blog Hop! Check out www.evernightpublishing.com for their Halloween week sale. 25% off all of the Paranormal Category.