Elaina Lee

Word Count Friday - 3/2/2012

2012-03-02T10:27:00.003-06:00

Today I was supposed to be shopping with Stephanie Taylor, getting read for RT. But nasty weather has forced us to stay inside today and not go out and have fun. Sigh. Oh well, more time for writing right?

Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.

Last Weeks Word Count: 14,000
This Weeks Word Count: 15,400

Total words written this week: 1,400

Wow. well despite computer issues and the toilet training monster I managed to beat my goal word count. WOOT! That was an unexpected surprise! Since I'm stuck, I'm not sure how much I'll get written this week. I'm hoping a little plotting session will help get me going again. Shooting for another 1k next week, though I hope to write more.

How well did you do this week? Meet your goals?

Elaina

Word Count Friday - 2/24/2012

2012-02-24T06:00:00.000-06:00

Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.

Last Weeks Word Count: 12,700
This Weeks Word Count: 14,000

Total words written this week: 1,300

So yay, I made my goal word count and a little over! I have Moira to thank, as she sprang a challenge on me Sunday, and I hadn't written a single word. 700 of those 1,300 words happen on Sunday! Had she not knocked on my virtual door, I wouldn't have made my goal. This word count thing has been AWESOME! I want to thank every writer for joining us. I really need to keep going, so keep posting those word counts and writing with me!

Next weeks goal will be the same, a thousand words. Since I know I can reach that amount, there are no excuses. I need to realistically be writing more, but a thousand is a good number to shoot for.

How did YOU do this week? Can't wait to find out!

Elaina

Word Count Friday - 2/17/2012

2012-02-17T06:00:00.000-06:00

Yay, it's Friday, time to be held accountable for my writings this week! Is it too late to hide? *grin*

Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.

Last Weeks Word Count: 12,000
This Weeks Word Count: 12,700

Total words written this week: 700

So this week wasn't all that great, though I did manage to write, which is a small miracle. Potty training has about gotten the best of me and we're only a little over a week into seriously starting! I fear for my sanity in the coming weeks. I really want to get going on this story, so hope to reach at least 1k next week. I really need the motivation, so make sure you check in and let me know how you've done this week!

Elaina

And the Valentine's Day Winner is....

2012-02-15T16:54:00.000-06:00

MADAM SCRAGZ!!! Who's name I believe is Rachel according to her email address. *grin* Congratulations to you and thank you SO much everyone who checked out my post and participated in the hop. I was pleasantly surprised with the turn out and hope to do it again!

Elaina

Happy Valentine's Day!

2012-02-14T14:17:00.002-06:00

Happy Valentine's to all those who feel like sharing the love. :-) My husband is very anti-card holidays, looking at today like any other consumer day and he doesn't buy, LOL! I usually try to do something for him, as Valentine's for me is a day to give something fun to the person you love, no matter how big or small. But after twelve years (the first thing I bought him was a flaming Hawk fish for his salt-water aquarium), I decided to give this year a break. You all get to benefit by receiving the gift instead! A complete set of Bath and Body Works full-size fragrance set of Paris Amour! Lotion, shower gel and their new fragrance mist! So leave a comment, let me know if you celebrate today, and make sure I have a way to reach you!

Thanks for stopping by!

Elaina

Word Count Friday - Week Four

2012-02-10T11:10:00.001-06:00

One WHOLE month! And here we are, still writing, still adding to those manuscripts. Go us!!!

Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.

Last Weeks Word Count: 10,400
This Weeks Word Count: 12,000

Total words written this week: 1,600

Well I did pretty good this week, even if I am late in posting. I didn't get to write yesterday, out having too much fun with a friend, but I'd managed to get in a decent word count thanks to sitting on a chair in the bathroom while my son potty trains! At least something positive is coming from my every-five-minutes-to-the-bathroom routine!

How well did YOU do?

Elaina

Word Count Friday - 2/3/2012

2012-02-03T06:00:00.000-06:00

Woot! And we're to week three and hopefully going strong! Let's see how I did....

Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.
Last Weeks Word Count: 9,900
This Weeks Word Count: 10,400

Total words written this week: 500

I BARELY made my work count this week! To make sure I made it, I handed the laptop over to my son (who will give me that awful teenage glare and pout if I take it back) so I could sit down and write for an hour or so. Luckily I managed to barely scrape in my goal count this week! Since my weekend is dedicated to editing, I think I'll set this same achievable goal next week. So what say you? 500 words next week too, or do you plan on blowing by my number? How did you do THIS week???

Elaina

Your Cover Art Form and Your Cover Artist

2012-01-31T06:00:00.000-06:00

About a year ago I wrote a post about your cover art. Since to date, it's one of the most viewed posts I've written, I figured I'd go ahead and update it and go over this topic again. I've done considerably more covers and worked with a lot more authors than I had when I'd written that article. I've cried, I've rejoiced, but more importantly, I've learned. I'm here to share some of this with you so you, the new writer, can understand the process a little better and hopefully save yourself some frustration.

So, you've either been offered a contract (yay!) or you've decided to self-publish (yay!), either way, you're going to be working with an artist. Some presses don't allow you to work directly with the artist, but you'll still be able to hopefully comment on your work and offer a little input should the result not be to your expectations. Please (I seriously beg you) understand, the artists doesn't always get it right on the first try, and maybe not even the second either. That being said however, we aren't miracle workers. We're limited by what we're able to see as a cover based on your form and what the stock companies have for photographs. This means, if you have a specific image in mind, like a snapshot, chances are a photographer has NOT taken that picture. *grin* You're going to have to trust us to give you the next best thing. Be patient with the process, and know your artist IS doing their very best.

Your form, or the information the artist asks for, is very important. Be as specific as possible here. Photographs and covers you've fallen in love with in the past DO help. They show the style you prefer. From dark and gothic, to clean and romantic, style is everything. Don't expect a clone of that cover, then it wouldn't be yours, but showing the artist what your preferences are will help guide them on what to do and not do, to create a final product. For example, I'm a color diva, anyone who follows my work knows I adore color. I also adore textures, which gives most covers a grungy, artistic feel. Some authors really prefer clean lines, without any texture or massive amounts of color. While not impossible for me to achieve, it does force me to move outside of my comfort zone and create something different from my personal style. I need to know this before I design your cover or you won't like what lands in your inbox.

Make sure when filling out your form, you let the artist know what's really important to you concerning the cover. Should there be a wolf? A tiger? A necklace of some kind? Maybe a key? An element to your story that's vital that you want conveyed in some manner. Also be sure to say what you DON'T want. I love it when my authors say "Please, nothing bright or happy" or even "I know this is a haunted house story, but I don't want a haunted house, I want it to focus more on the couple and the tension". This tells me so much about what feeling you want your cover to portray. So don't be afraid to tell your artist your dislikes too.

If you give your artist free reign, expect to see their signature style when you receive your cover. If you're self-publishing, I hope you've researched artists and like what you've seen, so when the cover arrives for you to check out, you're immediately happy with it. If you're publishing with a press, research their artists, and request to work with the one you love the most. Each artist is unique. I can tell covers by the artist almost instantly now, they have a signature way they do things. Sometimes I'm surprised, but usually, the ones I follow, when I see a cover at a press, I know it's theirs.

There are so many talented artists out there, you're SURE to find one that fits not only the vision of what you want in a cover, but your budget as well. If you're being published with a publisher, pay close attention to their covers and really ask yourself, are those the type of covers I want on my book? Books ARE judged by their covers, and choosing a publisher is a decision that should not be taken lightly. You want to market your book and show off your cover, not hide it under the bed. So be choosy, you should be when it comes to your hard work.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Haven't seen my work yet? Go check it out at For the Muse Design.

Elaina

Word Count Friday 01/27/2011

2012-01-27T06:00:00.000-06:00

Yep, I'm baaaack! I hope you are too! I'm pumped and ready to post my word count this week!

Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.
Last Weeks Word Count: 7,900
This Weeks Word Count: 9,900

Total words written this week: 2,000

Well, I missed my goal count by 100 words, but I was VERY close, so very happy with my progress this week. :-)

How well did you do? What you expected? Show me those numbers!!!!

Elaina

Word Count Friday - Join Me!

2012-01-20T06:00:00.000-06:00

I need some serious motivation. Life is really hectic and busy for me. Shoot, I currently have seven laundry baskets lined up down the hallway. Some have been there for almost two weeks. No joke. We have clean clothes, clean dishes to eat from and a healthy, home cooked meal every night, I can't really be expected to do much else, LOL! So writing time is really difficult to come by.

However, we ALL know the number one way to sell a book is to write the next one. I know I personally don't take a chance on a new author unless he or she has a good solid back list. I'm a loyal fan, chances are if I've read ya once, I'll read you again, and again until there's nothing left to read and I'm anticipating your next release. So, naturally, I need to be an author who has a back list. While I do have one, it's not as solid as I'd like, especially since I have a bad habit of genre hopping. What can I say, my muse is adventurous!

So, to help motivate me, every Friday I'm determined to do Word Count Friday. I'd REALLY love if all my writing friends out there joined me. How? Easy, post your word count in my comments below. Let's see how well we can do! Every week I hope to see you all back here, so we can cheer each other on and really get motivated to complete our next work, or even your first one!

Here is my Word Count Friday:

Book: Enchanted Passion (working title) Book one of Hearts Unearthed.
Last Weeks Word Count: 6,400
This Weeks Word Count: 7,900

Total words written this week: 1,500

That's totally not bad, but I hope to beat it next week! Hope to see YOU here next week too!

Elaina

Friday the 13th Blog Hop! Why Today is Unlucky

2012-01-13T00:00:00.000-06:00

NEW TO THE HOP? HEAD TO http://briclarkthebelleofboise.blogspot.com TO START AT THE BEGINNING!!! HAVE FUN!

A couple years ago I read a book titled Dungeon, Fire and Sword, by John J. Robinson. A fascinating history of the Knights Templar from their creation to their betrayal. He taught me something I'd have never otherwise have known about, since I never picked up The DaVinci Code (I guess it's covered in there too, heh).

I'd never been one to really care about Friday the 13th, it hasn't been an unlucky day for me. But on Friday, October 13th, 1307, it was a very unlucky day for any man associated with the Knights Templar. The Catholic church, having decided the Templars were far too powerful and rich, signed an order declaring them all traitors of the church. The first arrest happened around 5 pm, that Friday the 13th. Sadly, those that weren't killed (refusing to confess to the crimes they were charged with resulted in death), were given little souvenirs of their time in the torture chamber, usually their charred finger or toe bones in a little pouch. Since that day, Friday the 13th has been considered unlucky.

When my family makes a big deal about today, I laugh and say, "There's only one Friday the 13th I'm truly concerned about." You can rest assured this girl will be locked up tight in her house when Friday the 13th falls in October....

Hop to the next stop (link below image)!

www.Rachel-Haimowitz.blogspot.com

Don't forget to hop to the next stop for your chance at the Grand Prize! Good luck!

Thank you for stopping by!

Elaina

My Exciting Decision

2012-01-12T06:00:00.000-06:00

After being hit with a pretty hard blow from my publisher (who wanted my book, but not without rights I wasn't willing to give over and a marketing plan I couldn't back up) when they pulled my contract for my book. I never in a million years thought that would happen to me. I don't think any author anticipates it. I do not hold a grudge against my publisher, I completely understand where they're coming from. They run a business and they need to make money, and publishing a book is far from cheap.

I write for people to enjoy my work, the stories I weave that take them away from their own lives, if just for a little while. I love writing, and I love my readers, and I want to be able to offer them my work, in any format they choose. I don't want to have to worry about not performing or earning enough to cover the cost a publisher has to spend. I just want to reach readers. So, I decided to go out into the publishing world on my own. That's right, yours truly is joining the ranks of Indie authors.

I'm not going it alone. Together with Sarah Ballance, we created For the Muse Publishing. We want to offer our work to readers through popular vendors, many of which require you to be a publisher to sell on their site. I want to be able to reach readers on loops who require you to have 'contracted' work. So we decided it was in both our best interest to meet those needs of vendors and people who prefer publishers work. Are we lying? I don't think so. We each have editors who are professionally editing our manuscripts. We have ISBN numbers. The cover art is professional. We have an amazing review coordinator to make sure our manuscripts reach readers. There's nothing about our press that's any different from a traditional press, we're just doing it all ourselves. The quality of our work will be what you've come to expect when you pick up one of our books.

I am so proud of us and our decision. I think it'll be a good one. You, my readers, will benefit too, as I can offer both eBook and Print formats, at VERY affordable prices. So be on the look out for For the Muse Publishing's titles. They will leave you an incredibly satisfied reader.

Elaina

First Kiss, by Elaina Lee

2011-12-31T06:00:00.001-06:00

Tomorrow is the start of the New Year. 2012 here we come! What better way to bring in a new start than with a First Kiss? I don't know a better way. *grin*

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance

Length - 32k (novella)

Heat Level - Sensual (2 of 5)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb -

A passionate night turns into something unexpected, a chance at happiness. Until a cynical mistake and costly lie shatter everything.

When Michelle Seaborne is assigned Alexander Trent at the music label she works for, she knows she's in for a rough time. Fifteen years ago, Alexander was her first kiss. The moment, and his handsome face, have haunted Michelle's dreams ever since. Of course, he doesn't remember her. So, if she plays her cards carefully, he won't, and they can move on with the project, her heart unscathed. What she doesn't count on is a sensuous night in his arms, and the hope for something more. Any beliefs for a relationship are dashed when Alexander hands her a box, a thank you for a night, and a goodbye.

A man can only make so many mistakes, and Alexander is ready to stop making them. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. An unexpected passion filled night changes everything, and unsure of the future he can give, he does the only thing he knows how. He ends anything before it can begin. Something about Michelle pulls at his memory though. Despite her assurance they've never met, Alexander can't help but wonder, how does he know her? As doubts about Michelle's words grow, so do his feelings towards her. Only now, how does he redeem himself?

Excerpt -

Michelle stared at Emily, her heart raced. Oh God, she was going to be working with him! Alexander Trent had a terrible reputation for perfection. He wouldn’t settle for anything less. Michelle worked with perfectionists every day; she had very little control over creativity. This meant, for hours, she and Alexander would be alone, in a small mixing booth, listening to his powerful piano while she added what he wanted.

“Michelle? Are you all right?”

“What am I going to do?” she asked in panic. “What…am I going to do?”

“Yep, it’s official,” Emily said with a resigned sigh. “You have to introduce yourself now. Get it over with at this party. Use me as an excuse to leave his presence if you must. I won’t get mad.”

Her hands fisted at her side and she growled. “Ohhh, you’re so aggravating!”

“Go on, Mr. Gorgeous is waiting.”

Emily spun her around and gave a shove, sending Michelle stumbling into the throng of company guests. Perhaps if she looked at Alexander as a man who’d break her heart, she wouldn’t have such a hard time. Great, she settled the issue. Alexander would treat her like every other man, she’d take it, say thank you and carry on with her life. Perfect. She could do this.

What if he was different, though? What if underneath the now shorter brown hair, cute nose, sensual mouth, and tall, built frame, he cared…that thought had Michelle pausing.

After all, wasn’t he getting out of the Rock industry to start over? Maybe, just maybe, someone normal, like her and not Blondie over there, would fit the bill. With a shake of her head she frowned. Why was she doing this to herself? Unlike high school, fantasizing about him giving up the girl didn't work. Emily was right. Be professional, say hello, get the moment of torment over with, and go home to be with Muffie .

Ten feet from him, Michelle used every second it took to close the distance convincing herself she was better than the woman on his arm. Her five-foot-four, hundred and thirty pound frame had nothing on that stick figure. Her auburn hair was far prettier, longer even, down to her hips, without the bleach damage. Hah! She knew that hair was fake from across the room. And her face…well, some valued delicate features. Russian facial structures were so…mannish. Michelle smiled.

Quelling the butterflies in her stomach, she stopped behind him and readied herself to speak before he could turn around. Then the unthinkable happened. The room began to rise in a loud count down. Oh no! Ten…nine…eight…The first kiss of New Year’s…. Her sense of flight kicked in and she whirled around, but everyone in the room converged together, their glasses held up. The shouting intensified. Six…five…four…

The perfect kiss he would give the woman was too much for Michelle. She’d seen pictures of those lips kiss too many women, felt the stupid pang of unwarranted jealousy. All she wanted to do was cover her ears, disappear into the floor, willing the night to be over. She settled on simply closing her eyes and standing still. No one would notice her. They never did.

“One!” The room erupted into a loud roar.

Strong lips touched to hers, soft, caressing. Her eyes flew open as he pulled away, her stomach flipping in nervous disbelief.

Alexander smiled. “Happy New Year.”
~~~~~~~~~

Want to know what happens next? Head over to Decadent Publishing to find out!

You all have a SAFE night and have a fabulous time!!!! Thanks for checking out my book. :-)

Elaina

On the Right Track, by Barbara Elsborg

2011-12-28T06:00:00.002-06:00

This New Years story will keep you warm, in more ways than one. ;-)

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Erotic Romance

Length - 12k (short story)

Heat Level - Erotic (4 of 5)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings - Erotic romance with strong, graphic language

Blurb -

Hollie has very specific requirements for her New Year’s Eve 1NightStand—a tall, fair-haired guy, who’s organized, sensible, likes small-breasted brunettes and can deal with any crisis life throws at him. Except what seemed like a good idea when she set off, turns into the worst idea ever as the snow falls thickly, her fingers clench the steering wheel, and she veers off track.

Dark-haired Nick is on his way to a party with hopes of connecting with a busty blonde—assuming he’s even on the right road and can dig himself out of a heap of snow before he freezes solid. Too bad he never plans ahead, no coat and no shovel in the car, and soon he won’t even see a road at all, let alone any vehicle barreling down it.

Excerpt -

“Shiiiiiit,” Hollie wailed as her car skidded on the snowy road.

What to do? Brake? Not brake? Steer into the skid? Out of the skid? She’d been following the tire tracks of another vehicle ever since she’d left the main road, but the snow had suddenly come down so hard the wipers couldn’t cope, and now she’d lost the line.

A snow-laden hedge loomed in the windshield as her car slid sideways and Hollie panicked. She wrenched the wheel in the other direction, only to find the car skating backward toward a wall on the opposite side of the road. Another wrench at the wheel and by some miracle her car did a complete revolution and slipped back into the grooves worn by the only other idiot out in this weather. After a wobbly slide, her vehicle stayed in the ruts and she groaned with relief.

This had to be one of the stupidest things she’d ever done. Once she’d seen the weather forecast she should have cancelled. Instead she’d driven a hundred miles on New Year’s Eve in an unreliable vehicle with no heating, watching conditions worsening around her. She should have turned back when there had been room to maneuver; now she had no choice but to keep going. The only consolation was that at the end of this road, assuming she had the directions right—and Hollie didn’t want to even contemplate otherwise—what awaited her was a luxury hotel, warm bath, bottle of chilled champagne, and hot sex.

The only catch? She had to survive the journey.

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Like what you read? Head over to Decadent Publishing to find out what happens next!

Elaina

Gentry's Gallery of Angels, by Stephy Smith

2011-12-27T06:00:00.000-06:00

Two days after Christmas and we're still in the spirit at my house! Tree may be naked underneath, but not around, not yet at least. The lights are still twinkling as are the beautiful ornaments. If you're still in the Christmas mood, check out this sweet, beautiful read.

Book Specifics -

Genre - Historical Christmas Romance
Length - 20k (novella)
Heat Level - Sweet
Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb -

Amanda Gentry, engaged to Nicolas Tandy Harper areto marry on Christmas Eve. When her Grandmother Izella Sanders fades into acoma and everything spirals out of control. Amanda takes on the responsibilityto ensure all the holiday celebrations are met… even her wedding which she andNick are willing to put on hold.

Excerpt -

ChapterOne

Nick glanced at thewagon. Maggie, Robert and Amanda Gentry sat on the buckboard. His heart pickedup a beat. He left the table of sales items and walked to the door of themercantile. The wagon rolled to a stop in front and he stepped out to greet thefamily.

“Good morning. How’severything out at your place?” he waited for Robert to assist the women to theground.

“Can’t complain. I’mheading to the hardware store, I’ll return for supplies after lunch.” Robertextended his hand and Nick shook it.

“I’m off to pick upsome sewing.” Maggie nodded at him.

Amanda stood at hisside. “And you, my beautiful bride to be, what are your plans for the day?”Turning his attention to her, he gazed at her full luscious lips.Chitter-chatter up and down the streets stopped him from kissing her. He linkedelbows with her and led her into the store. In the shadows of the back cornerof the building, he lightly kissed her.

“I am getting a fewodds and ends for the holidays, and our wedding.” Her hands held onto hisforearms as she took a step back. The tingle she left behind when she releasedher hold lingered on his skin.

“Would you care tohave lunch with me at the hotel? They have a daily special of roast beef andgravy today.” He lifted his arm and caressed her soft face. Bright twinklesilluminated the blueness of her eyes, pulling him into their depths. His breathcaught at the beauty surrounding her angelic face.

“I would love to. Ihave a few errands to run first then I’ll meet you back here.” With a swish ofher skirt, she pivoted on her heels and headed to the door. He let his gazewash over her body and rest on the sway of her hips. The heat of desire flowedthrough his body.

Following her to thedoor, he watched as her slender frame entered into the newspaper office. In aweek, he would be able to quench his need to take her in his arms. He shiftedto the work in the store, but his thoughts remained on his true love.

Automatically, heplaced items from his new shipment on the shelf. Amanda took over his mindevery time he caught even the slightest glimpse of her. His knees grew weakwhen she was near and his heart thundered prolifically within the walls of hischest. Her touch lingered on his skin for days after the initial contact. Heshivered as another round of excitement poured over his defenseless body.

She was his and thatwas all that mattered. He worked for a few hours, and then glanced out thewindow. Amanda strolled down the wooden walk across the street. Deputy CodyLansing stepped out in front of her. Taking a side step to avoid a collision,he once again stepped into her path. Heat scorched through Nick’s veins.

He tossed down themerchandise and exited through the door. Amanda straightened her shoulders andtook a step back. With hurried steps, Nick crossed the street.

“There you are mydear. Are you ready for some lunch?” Brazenly he reached for her hand and shetook his.

“Yes I am, Nick. I’mstarving, shall we go?” she wound her way around the deputy and joined Nick.

“Then by all means, Iwill lock up the store and we shall be on our way.” He glared at Cody a fewseconds and then led his sweetheart across the dirt street.

Entering the hotelrestaurant, they picked a table by the window. Mrs. Donner took their order anddisappeared. “I’m glad you stopped Cody in his quest to corner me. I despisethat man and the way he treats women. Why do you suppose he acts the way hedoes? There is no need for him to push his advances when he has more than onewoman begging his attention?”

“I don’t know Amanda.Seems he has always wanted what everyone else has and little confidence to takethe ones who would welcome his overtures.”

Her hand juttedacross the table and came to rest on his arm. “Oh, let’s not talk of hisdeceitfulness. I have found the prettiest table setting for our wedding. I wasat Hannah Lou’s having tea and she asked me if I wanted to use it. Well, ofcourse I said yes, and she said she would have it packed up within an hour.”

Nick chuckled at herexcitement. The innocence in her soft voice took on an unexpected rush comingfrom her mouth. Those precious lips he gazed at seemed to call him to ravishthem with all his being. He shifted in his chair.

“Are you sure Mrs.Sanders is up to this?” Nick leaned back so Mrs. Donner could set the plate offood in front of him.

“You know Grandmotherwouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, Mother has her hands full with theother girls. They do nothing but scream and fight amongst themselves anyway.”

“Where are yoursisters? They weren’t in the wagon when your father pulled up at the store.” Hetook a bite of roast.

“Nancy, Mary andCeleste are at Grandmother’s. Bessie, Susan and the twins all went to theirfriends’ houses for the afternoon.”

His heart lurched ashe watched the fork slide into her mouth. He forced himself to look out thewindow. Cody Lansing was escorting two young ladies down the walkway. Nick’sblood heated. That man is indiscriminateusing women the way he does, preying upon all the girls in town. Well, he won’tbe stalking Amanda any longer. He basked in the knowledge Cody could nolonger lay claim to his Amanda.

“At the newspaperoffice they told me our announcement will run tomorrow. Isn’t it exciting Nick?The whole world will know we are getting married Christmas Eve atGrandmother’s.”

Nick chuckled. “Thewhole world you say? News will have to travel pretty fast to reach everyone.”He winked at her.

“You know what Imean. Our world, not the whole earth.” She giggled.

****

Amanda’s spirits werelight. She strolled down the boardwalk on her way to meet Nick when CodyLansing stepped out in front of her.

“Would you look whatI found? Why it’s the most beautiful girl in town walking down the street allalone. Where is your precious boyfriend today, Amanda? Is he off flirting withsome other pretty maiden?” The tall handsome deputy refused to let her pass.

“I have a lunch date,Mr. Lansing, if you will excuse me?” She tried to push around the intolerableman. He may very well be handsome, but he is one of the rudest, mostinconsiderate men she had ever encountered.

“Did I make a datewith you? No, you turned me down for the lowlife storekeeper. Remember, atchurch you said you were going to spend today with him?” His voice reaped withhatred. She shuddered from his intense narrow eyed glare.

Looking up, herconfidence returned as she watched Nick strutting across the street. The poundingin her chest slowed. She inhaled a longbreath. “Like I said Mr. Lansing, I must be on my way.” She latched onto Nick’soffered hand.

“Oh, how I loathethat man. What makes him think he is the king of kings? Just because every girlin town wants to win—his affection does not in the least mean I wish to do thesame. Some day he will be relieved of his pompous ways.” She gripped tighter toNick’s arm.

Fresh brewed tea andcoffee along with the aroma of roast beef floated inside the restaurant as theyentered. Amanda’s stomach rumbled and growled. He pulled a chair out for her ata table next to the window.

The more she talkedthroughout the course of the meal a vast amount of the stress Cody tossed uponher vanished. She glanced at Nick and was taken aback by the way his focus onher lips sent shameless desire to illuminate his eyes. Heat rose from her chestand across her face.

Her own curiosity inmatters such as bedding a husband entered her mind. She had heard talk of theencounters from other girls her age, but never had the thought stuck in hermind as it did now. In a week, she would find out on her own.

After their meal,Nick guided her back to the store and she helped stock the shelves with itemshe removed from the crates.

“Isn’t this a beautifullocket?” she raised the precious necklace to shine in the sun. “I don’t knowhow I’ll be able to work here after we’re married. I’ll want to take too muchof this home with me.”

His sturdy handremoved the chain from her grasp and he gently kissed her on the cheek. “Inever thought you would want to work here. I assumed you would want to stay atHarper’s Hope and do all the wifely things women do.”

“What wifely thingsare you referring to Nicolas Tandy Harper?” she balled her fists and restedthem on her hips.

“How should I know? Inever had a wife before. You and your grandmother are always coming up withimpressive things to do. I didn’t mean anything by it.” His voice stammered.

“I want to help youwith the store if you don’t mind. For the most part, I will try to stay away orcontinue to help Grandmother and Mother. I may find many projects to keep mebusy out at the plantation.” Her heart twisted into a tight ball. How would heknow what she wanted to do when she wasn’t even sure herself?

She wasn’t that fondof coming to town and listening to a stream of cackling hens spreading gossipand such. Working near Nick was nice and peaceful until some of the busy bodiescrossed through the door. When they entered, she would make up an excuse to goto her Uncle Sam’s office or to the back of the store.

The bell on the doorjingled. “Hello Amy…”

“Amanda. My name isAmanda.” She wondered who the woman was. There weren’t many people she didn’tknow in Courtview, and this was one she had never encountered before.

“Why yes of course itis. My mind leaves me sometimes. I don’t remember like I should. I do recallhearing the two of you are getting married. I wanted to wish you good luck andcongratulations.” The small gray haired lady slipped on a pair of glasses andsearched her handbag. She pulled a paper with scribbled lines out and handed itto Amanda.

Nick reached for thepaper, “I’ll fill the order for you. It looks like you are getting your usualitems. Do you need anything else?” he busied himself pulling supplies from theshelves. Amanda watched as he glanced at the paper a time or two.

“I don’t thinkanything else will be necessary young man.” The woman pulled a handkerchieffrom the bosom of her dress, and heaved a throaty cough.

Amanda stiffened atthe noise, pivoted and ran to the back room of the store. She closed the doorbehind her then covered her mouth with both hands and tried to contain herlaughter the best she could. Never in her life had she seen a woman displaysuch an attraction. If it had of been a man, she simply would have ignored itand went on about her business. The bell on the door rang again and she quietlypeeked out from behind her hiding spot to watch the elderly woman leave thebuilding.

“You’re right Nick.My place is out in the country. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep astraight face if I had to go through that again. How did you read her writing?”

She managed tosustain a giggle.

“She can’t read orwrite so she plays this game with me. I remember what she orders every week andwhen she comes in I fill it and place it in the box in the order she requestedthe first time she came in. I would hate to taste her cooking. If one thing isout of place she doesn’t know it.” He placed his index finger across her lips.“You must never tell another soul of this.”

Maggie and Robertentered into the store giggling. “Sounds like the two of you have enjoyed yourday of freedom from your children.” Amanda said.

“It has been a lovelyday indeed. Do you have your list, Maggie?” her mother handed the list to Nick.

“Put it on our bill.Amanda, you will see our order out to the wagon I presume?” She nodded her headto her father as he guided her mother to the wagon.

She placed a kiss onNick’s cheek and then opened the door for him to carry the supplies to thewagon. Her heart melted at the disappointment in his eyes. The longing to staywith him was just as prevalent in her soul as it was on his face. “I’ll see youin a few days.”

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Almost Home, by Lisabet Sarai

2011-12-26T06:00:00.000-06:00

Hope everyone had a marvelous Christmas yesterday. Just because it's come and gone though, doesn't mean that warm, cheery spirit has to! So, continuing on with the Holiday Reads Extravaganza, I introduce you to a quick, very steamy read. Enjoy! The following excerpt is RATED R and is intended for audiences over the age of 18 only. Thank you!

Book Specifics -

Genre -Contemporary Erotic Romance

Length - 15k (Novella)

Heat Level - Erotic

Sexual Orientation -M/M/F

Content Warnings - Menage, anal sex

Blurb -

Home is a state of Heart

Suzanne and Gino have history going back to high school, but for years Suzanne has been three thousand miles away, preoccupied with her challenging career. A mistletoe kiss at a holiday party reminds her of their old bond and proves that some things get better with age. When Gino rescues her from a New England blizzard, though, she discovers that she's not the only love in his life. Gino shares his bed and his colonial-era farm house with taciturn painter Harris Steele. Snowed in, without electricity or running water, the three explore the many shapes a triangle can assume. Although she's far away from her everyday existence, Suzanne realizes that she's almost home.

Excerpt -

The kiss caught her off guard.

One moment Suzanne was standing in the doorway to Helena’s den, scanning the occupants and wondering if she knew anyone at all at this party. The next moment someone twirled her around and fastened a pair of firm lips on hers. Out of instinct or habit, she closed her eyes. The darkness heightened her other senses. Powerful arms circled her body and pulled her against a fuzzy male chest. Her partner’s scent rose around her, a complex mix of soap and musk, evergreen and wood smoke. His tongue teased the seam where her lips met and she let him enter, her self-protective reflexes dulled by his warmth and the glass of merlot she’d downed on her arrival. His mouth tasted of eggnog and candy canes, appropriately seasonal. He was delicious, in fact—not just his mouth but the quiet confidence of his probing tongue, the sculpted muscle she felt under his sweater, his bold hands wandering across her back to her buttocks. She hadn’t enjoyed a kiss like this in a long time.

She’d felt chilled and tense ever since her plane touched down in frigid Boston but now her muscles began to unknot. He was a miniature sun, melting her, turning her languid and dreamy. She clutched at his solid form and returned his kiss, trading heat for heat. Tropical colours paraded behind her eyelids—fuschia, lime, peach, and aqua—shimmering like the water in her pool back home. She even began to perspire, her long-sleeved velvet dress suddenly too warm for comfort.

He pulled her full hips against his lean ones. A tell-tale lump, wonderfully hard, pressed against her belly. Her panties and tights dampened, too.

Normally she would have resisted but stress and alcohol made her susceptible. She allowed the kiss to lengthen and deepen, sinking into the pure pleasure of it.

A smattering of applause brought her back to awareness. “Whoa there!” hooted one of the guests. “You two want some privacy?”

Suzanne broke away from the man who had ambushed her. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Embarrassment added a sharp edge to her voice.

The dark haired man favoured her with a grin. “Mistletoe,” he said, pointing upward. Sure enough, a cluster of green leaves and pale berries dangled from the door frame. He could scarcely contain his laughter.

That laugh. That voice. Something tickled Suzanne’s memory. “Gino!” she exclaimed, finally, chuckling herself. “I can’t believe it! Still acting like we’re in high school.”

“I couldn’t resist, Suzy Q.” The old nickname made her blush. He hadn’t relinquished her hand. “In fact, if you don’t move, I’m very likely to kiss you again.”

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Tinseltown, by Stephanie Taylor

2011-12-24T06:00:00.001-06:00

Tomorrow is Christmas! Hope everyone is ready! I know I am! *grin* Don't worry though, we're just taking a slight intermission from Holiday Reads Extravaganza. I'll pick back up on the 26th. Until then I leave you with a truly wonderful holiday read by Stephanie Taylor. Having read this story I can tell you, it's a good one. :-)

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance, Christmas Romance

Length - Novella

Heat Level - Sweet

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb -

Lights, Camera…Sparks!

A-list actress Deb Atkins hasn’t allowed her glamorous lifestyle to go to her head. She owes this to her wonderful family, who keeps her grounded. So, for Deb, not just any man will do, especially if he’s part of the Hollywood elite. Most actors have one thing on their mind, and happily ever after isn’t it.

Until she meets Zach Sparks, her new co-star.

Zach Sparks is famous not just for his acting skills, but his quick wit and good looks. One glance at Deb, and he's smitten. After a drunken night at a Vegas premiere after-party, one thing leads to another. The result: marriage.

Deb is appalled by her actions. So much so, she and Zach can't get along on the set. Their director demands they spend Christmas holidays together to work out their differences or they're both fired. Driven by selfish motivations, they don't expect to fall in love over Christmas or for their marriage to turn into a real one. But can their tenuous relationship withstand a bigger test than either of them ever imagined?

Excerpt -

“You first,” Zach said with a grin. Seeing the engagement ring on her finger, even now, sent a surge of protectiveness through him. He couldn’t wait until she sported it proudly in public. Would they ever get there?

Delicately, Deb opened the gift. She bit her lip as everyone watched in anticipation. “You really shouldn’t have done this,” she muttered.

“I could say the same for you.” He lifted his gift slightly. She shot him a wry look and opened the velvet box.

Deb gasped and tears shone in her eyes as she revealed a matching wedding band made of diamonds and emeralds.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he whispered so the others wouldn’t hear.

“No, this is just so beautiful!” She fingered the band gently and looked up at him. “But what does this mean, Zach?”

“It doesn’t come without strings, Deb.” His serious gaze caused her expression to sober.

She pulled him closer so they stood face to face. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she rested her cheek next to his. He pulled her against him and inhaled deeply. This was exactly how he wanted to feel the rest of his life.

Deb pulled back and looked up at him. “I don’t need fancy diamonds to be happy.”

Zach watched her, wanting so badly for her to love him. “This just makes it official.”

She grinned, but only a small one. “I’m confused.”

The room was so quiet, a pin could ping off the carpet and sound like a bell toll. It dawned on him with everyone standing around it felt like an intimate wedding. Zach never even thought to ask Deb if she regretted not having her family there.

But he would give it to her now on Christmas, at four in the morning.

He settled his gaze on her neck and toyed with a strand of hair, afraid he might tear up and cry himself. “What do you say, Deb? Will you wear these rings to remind you of how much I love you?” Zach glanced back into her eyes only long enough to make sure she knew he meant it. “Will you be my wife?”

Deb’s gaze settled on his lips. He touched her cheek, the skin velvet underneath his fingertip.

Looking out to her family, she seemed to realize his intentions.

Her eyes returned to his. “I will,” she murmured.

Zach looked around for the ring and Eric wheeled it over to him. They watched as he slid the band on her finger, pushing it to rest against the diamond he had given her the previous night.

He shrugged. “We’ve kind of done things backward, so I guess the fact your rings are on backward is fitting, huh?”

She closed her eyes, a soft smile curving her lips and entwined their fingers.

“Kiss the bride!” Deb’s father called out.

Deb slowly looked up and saw they stood underneath the mistletoe. She cocked her eyebrow. “I told you watch out for the mistletoe.”

Zach laughed. “Not a chance.”

In a dramatic gesture, he dipped Deb and met her lips halfway. When he was done, he settled her on her feet as they laughed.

“Now open your gift,” she said when she pulled away.

Only he didn’t have to open it to know the greatest gift was right there in his arms.

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Winners of E-Book Giveaways!

2011-12-23T11:42:00.000-06:00

Several authors participated in an e-book giveaway for commentors during the Holiday Reads Extravaganza! Here are the lucky winners!

Winner of Kay Springsteen back list title - Gena
Winner of E. Ayers e-book - Lindsay
Winner of Elaina Lee back list title - Sherry
Winner of Stephanie Taylor e-book - Jane

Winners were chosen based on comments made from Dec. 12th through Dec. 22nd. Thank you to every person who commented and congratulations to the winners!

Keep visiting for more awesome holiday themed reads from talented authors!

Elaina

Christmas in Bayeaux, by Stephanie Burkhart

2011-12-23T06:00:00.003-06:00

Two more days until Christmas! Hope you're all ready for friends, family, food and fun! But, if you find yourself with a little free time, check out this heart-warming quickie. ;-)

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Christmas Romance

Length - 7k (short story)

Heat Level - Sensual

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb -

The ravages of war have taken their toll on Aiden. Seeking peace, he has traveled to Bayeux, France, on a pilgrimage of sorts. Noel, a former exchange student who spent time with his family years before, provides him a place to stay at the old manor she has turned into an inn.

The attraction they felt nine years before at the tender age of sixteen flares to life as they spend time together and prepare the inn for Christmas. But there has been so much loss and grief for Aiden.

Will Noel be able to help him feel again and can Aiden find what he is searching for?

Excerpt -

Aiden parked his car a few blocks from the town center. He noticed the middle of town was very compact. Most of the buildings were tall and either beige or grey. From the second stories hung the American, British, French, and Canadian flags – the forces that stormed the Normandy beaches. He slammed his door shut and Noel took his hand.

God, he loved it when she held his hand with no hesitation. "Fess up, Noel. Where are we going?"

She gave him a mischievous grin as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. "It's in the town centre."

"Um." No, he didn't care for surprises one bit. They made him feel uncomfortable. He'd had enough surprises in Iraq to last a lifetime.

They walked a block or two and entered the downtown pedestrian area. Aiden stopped, amazed by the wooden shops lined up against each other. They sold wooden ornaments, candies, knick-knacks, wreaths, candles, anything that had to do with Christmas. There were three rows of these booths, which took up the square along with a food tent. The scent of mulled apples and sweet pastries tickled his nose.

"Noel, what is this?"

"The Christmas markets."

"Is this what you wanted to show me?"

"No." She paused. "Ah, that's right – you don't have Christmas markets in the States."

"Well, then, we're coming here tomorrow to shop for Christmas."

She smiled. "It's a date."

He found it impossible not to return her disarming grin. Was that what they were doing? Dating? She led him down the street. It was getting harder for him to hold back, but he wanted her to know that when he kissed her, when he touched her, it was because he wanted her, not because it was gratitude or some other strong emotion. Well, yes, he was grateful to her, but damn it, he wasn't about to let her walk out of his life right now. Right now? Who was he kidding? He didn't want her to walk out of his life again.

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Elaina

Holiday Magic - The Gift of Love, by Laurie Ryan

2011-12-22T06:00:00.003-06:00

Getting ever closer to Christmas! I'm getting so excited and I hope you all are to! Here's the next Holiday Read for you, enjoy!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance

Length - 66k Anthology

Heat Level - Sensual

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

Healing Love by Laurie Ryan

“In Sickness and in Health.”

Nicole Milbourne’s single-minded focus on a medical research career is thrown for a loop when charismatic Dr. Damien Reed shows her there’s more to life than studying diseases. Will an unexpected Christmas fill Nicole’s lonely heart and show her the healing power of love?

Priceless Love by Lavada Dee

“For Richer, For Poorer.”

Taylor Hamilton, dissatisfied with a life designed by her parents, attends a friend’s fall wedding and finds small town life agrees with her. The problem is, her wealth doesn’t agree with the man she falls for. Is their love strong enough to find a bridge of trust where money isn’t an issue?

Excerpt -

The buzz of Damien’s pager sounded harsh in the quiet room.

“That about your patient?”

“Yes.” Damien pushed off the desk and stood.

Nicole stood with him, handing him the now wrinkled lab coat. “Maybe talking to her again would give you more clues?”

“I agree,” he said. “But I need to get her pain under control first.”

“Would you like me to go with you?”

One side of his mouth quirked up. He reached to brush a strand of hair back from her face and traced a tender line down her cheek. “No. However I look, you look worse.”

“Thanks,” she said with a laugh that vanished under the intensity of his gaze. Tough patients, sleep deprivation, everything negative in her life at the moment faded as she let her eyes show what her words could not. She cared for Damien Reed much more than she should.

She no longer felt tired. In fact, she wanted this moment to go on forever. His hand cupped her chin. Her eyes dipped to his lips. She’d let his smile lull her to sleep more nights that she could recall. Now, desire overrode sense. She wanted to feel those lips on hers.

He lowered his head one agonizing centimeter at a time. Nicole’s breath was nothing but infinitesimal puffs of air as she waited for the touch she’d dreamed about.

The door behind them creaked open and another resident stepped in. “Oh,” he said. “Sorry.”

Nicole never did figure out how Damien managed to put distance between them so fast. “No need to be sorry,” he told the doctor. He stared at Nicole for a long moment before motioning to the couch. “Get some shut-eye.” Without another word, he strode out of the room.

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A Dark Roasted Christmas

2011-12-21T06:00:00.001-06:00

Today I'm featuring an excerpt from than anthology, but introducing you to two! :-D Please be sure to check out these two books filled with naughty Christmas cheer.

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance

Length - Various

Heat Level - Various

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

A Dark Roasted Christmas Vol. 1

"A Dark Roasted Christmas" has four heart warming shorts that we are sure you will love. Featuring authors Jesse Fox, Christopher Newman, Angelia Sparrow and H.S.Kinn; this holiday novel is a perfect stocking stuffer gift or a way to introduce yourself to Dark Roast Press.

A Dark Roasted Christmas Vol. 2

This volume of "A Dark Roasted Christmas" has three naughty shorts that we are sure will keep you warm. Featuring authors Christopher Newman, our EIC Helgaleena and new Klastch member S.M.Bach. These seasonal tales are perfect stocking stuffer gifts or a way to introduce yourself to Dark Roast Press.

Excerpt -

A Leg Up - by, Chris Newman

Margo sighed in disgust at the length of the line for the cashiers. She swore softly under her breath at not getting her grocery shopping done sooner and being forced to endure the Christmas carols happily pouring out of the store’s speakers, the well-wishing of the various patrons and employees, and the general merriment of those around her. Her mood had gone from bad to worse as she stood behind her cart with her dark musings. She fumbled with her purse and ground her teeth in frustration as it slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor.

“Here, I’ll get that for you,” a man said behind her.

“No thanks; I’m quite capable of…” she began, only to recognize her unwanted helper as the guy who’d pushed his own cart against her bottom.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do for someone I’ve offended so deeply,” he replied.

He was cute, a hands-breath taller than her five-foot, five-inch frame. He had a wiry build, with a well maintained crop of brown hair, deep eyes of the same shade, and a small mustache. His handsome face was twisted up into an amused smirk that made her want to strangle him at first, but in those eyes she saw something she recognized.

“My name’s Curt Macmillan,” he remarked as he handed her the offending handbag. “What’s your name?”

“Margo Williams,” she replied in a kinder, but still guarded tone.

“Well, Margo, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I see you’ve managed to keep your cart under control this time.”

He laughed at her sarcastic remark, and it was a merry sound that rumbled from deep within his chest. He seemed to either miss or dismiss her retort as if it hadn’t occurred.

“Are you ready for Christmas?” he asked.

“I don’t celebrate it,” she stated bluntly.

“Are you Jewish?”

“I don’t believe in God; not anymore.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“You don’t want to know, you’re just making time pass more quickly here,” she shot back with a sudden flash of anger.

“You’re pretty angry; are you always this aggressive or is it just due to this time of the year?”

“What’s with you, Curt?”

“Just wanted to talk to a pretty woman today, I guess.”

“Well, you’ve gotten your wish; now leave me alone.”

“I’m alone as well this Christmas, the first time in my life.”

“We all have a story and I’m not in the mood for yours.”

“I can’t help but wonder why a girl like you would be so jaded and spiteful at Christmas,” he persisted in a serious tone.

“Because of this!” she fired back; then she lifted the hem of her long skirt and displayed the abomination that jutted into her left shoe. A gasp issued forth from all the people around her as she proudly displayed her battle wound for all of them to gawk at and mumble about. She took great delight in those who cringed at the sight of her prosthesis and moved away as if it was a bomb. Muttering murmurs that commented on her leg and her bold, disturbing action seemed to brand her as a pariah, and the line quickly dispersed to reform elsewhere. As an unexpected bonus, she had a clear path to the cashier.

Curt was still there. “Okay, so your shoes are a bit ugly,” he joked with a laugh. “Is that any way to treat people like a scratching post?”

Margo was taken aback by his reply. Not only did he make a joke about the situation, he hadn’t moved away like she was some leper. She gazed at Curt to see if he just had a really good poker face, or he was being sincere. He seemed sincere for the most part.

“Well, they were the only ones I could find in my size.” She laughed back and the spitefulness in her heart seemed to slacken a bit.

“Well, if that’s the biggest problem you have, there’s a shoe store next door.”

“Funny guy…”

Margo couldn’t help it but snicker heartily at his audacious and bold remarks; she found herself suddenly wondering about Curt in a more human manner.

“Hey, can I buy you a coffee?”

“Really?” she retorted, with surprise in her tone.

“You do drink coffee, right?”

“I’ve been known to.”

“There’s a small café right around the corner; let’s go there.”

Margo found herself smiling and nodding her head in the affirmative, but all the while bracing herself for another guy looking for a quick one-night stand with a one legged invalid who he felt wouldn’t say no.

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Nina's Niche, by Jackie Leigh Allen

2011-12-20T06:00:00.003-06:00

Five days until Christmas! Hope your holiday shopping is almost done! If not, I've introduced to you many stories that would make fabulous presents for you, or someone who enjoys holiday reads. Settle back and check out this next book.

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance

Length - Novella

Heat Level - Sensual

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

Nina Jones sets out to break every rule on her Nice Girl List. Running off the road and winding up in the arms of the town bad boy Jake Anderson is a good start. She checks body piercing, (bad idea) getting drunk, (worse idea) and dating Jake (great idea) off her list.

Jake's tired of that bad boy label and he wants more than a fling with Nice Nina. He works hard on the town food drive, collects toys for tots and helps Nina reconnect with her long lost sister. He even helps her find her niche as Nice and Sexy Nina.

Excerpt -

"See you at the festivities," she called to Carol and went to meet Jake in front of the shop. Strings of lights lit all the stores, but the Julian Junque Shoppe out-shone them all. Of course, Nina might be biased since she'd done the decorating. Tiny white lights outlined the windows where a collection of Victorian dolls sat having tea in front of a miniature Christmas tree covered with more tiny white lights.

A moment later, a better decoration arrived. Jake strode up in his black leather jacket and boots with a big, inviting smile on his face. And the smile was just for her. People passed on their way to the tree-lighting ceremony, but Nina was barely aware of them. "You're early." She stood close to Jake, her breathing seriously impaired by his nearness.

"I didn't want to miss a minute with you."

"But I might not have come until five."

Jake shook his head. "You were always early for everything, eager to get going."

Eager to get away from the stifling atmosphere at home. "You remember that?"

"I remember everything about you." He put his arm around her and leaned close. "For example, I remember how it turns you on when I blow in your ear."

His soft breath made her insides jiggle. She tried to move away and he tightened his grasp, holding her close to his side. "And you pick gloves that are stylish not warm." He held up her hand encased in a thin white glove with a fur ruff.

"Where else would I wear them? There's no occasion for fur in San Diego." She wasn't going to admit her hands were already cold.

"It better be fake or the anti-fur people will be after you."

"Of course it is. See?" She stroked her hand across his jacket leaving a trail of white fibers.

"That's good. Have you had enough of being fashionable?" He pulled a pair of thick knitted mittens from his pocket.

"I think those are a bit large for me, but it was thoughtful of you to bring them."

"Too big for one of your hands but just right for two hands." He pulled her glove off, finger by finger. Nina fantasized about him stripping off more than a glove. She was hot enough now, but she wasn't about to stop him. He tucked her glove in his pocket and put his hand and hers into one of the mittens. His hand was cold. He hadn't been wearing any protection, but his touch warmed her all over.

"You wear the other one," she said. "I'll put my other hand in my pocket."

"Okay." He pulled the mitten over his hand with his teeth.

It was exciting being bound to Jake by the mitten. It gave her ideas for other ways of being bound -- silk scarves, velvet rope. Where had that come from?

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The Yuletide Yorkshire, by Suzanne Knight

2011-12-19T06:00:00.005-06:00

For today's featured Holiday Read, I give you a little mystery with your romance. ;-) Enjoy!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Mystery, romance, murder mystery

Length - Novella

Heat Level - 3 of 5 (sensual)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb -

Who is Minx Tobin, you ask? Minx is a fitness instructor newly relocated to Los Angeles, California, who has a knack for solving puzzles--puzzles concerning dead bodies. For fun, romance, and... unexpected corpses, follow her adventures in the Minx Tobin Murder Mystery Series!

HO, HO, HO... OH!

Home for the holidays, Minx Tobin introduces her parents to her homicide lieutenant, Gabe Harris. Unfortunately for her, her ex-fiancé Jared drops in on them, creating friction. But Jared soon needs Minx's help in the sleuthing department because a gruesome "present" is found under the tree. Once again, Minx is hot on the trail of a desperate killer.

All Gabe wants to do is propose to the woman he loves. Instead, he has to deal with a cast of East Coast characters, including an unexpected murder. Why do dead bodies always seem follow Minx Tobin??

Excerpt -

Truth be told, she was looking forward to seeing everyone again. Everyone except Jared, of course. With him, unpleasant memories abounded. After the acrimonious breakup back in April, she’d packed her bags and headed west. She hadn’t been home in seven months.

Gabe linked hands with hers, gave a brief squeeze, then returned his to the steering wheel. “I hope we don’t run into Jared.”

A thought caused her to frown. “My mom told me they’re having a Christmas Eve party. Jared’s parents are always invited. Well, they’re divorced now, Conrad and Esther, but since Conrad remarried, he and Pia will probably attend. So, shoot, Jared might have the audacity to show up at the party as well.”

"I’ll beat him up.”

At that unexpected remark, Minx laughed. “You’ll do no such thing, Lieutenant. You’re supposed to make a good impression on my parents, remember?”

“True.” He headed for the freeway’s airport exit. “I’d better be on my best behavior. It wouldn’t do if they disapprove of me.”

He couldn’t possibly be worried about that. But what if he was?

“Gabe, are you nervous to meet my parents?” For some reason, she started to become uneasy herself.

“No, I’m sure I can convince them my intentions are honorable toward their only daughter.” He gave Minx a reassuring grin.

She exhaled relief. “Okay, good. Because I saw Dallas today, and he thought you might be.”

“That exercise gigolo?” Gabe fisted his hands on the steering wheel. “I guess I’ll have to beat Dallas Porter up as well.”

Minx laughed. “That won’t be necessary, Lieutenant. Remember, ‘tis the season to be jolly, not to commit a folly, right?”

“Point well taken. Now, here we are at airport parking. Let’s hold off on any more talk of old boyfriends. I confess I’m getting a bit insecure.”

She dimpled a smile. “Really? That sounds so strange coming from a man who dates all the hottest young actresses in Hollywood.”

Gabe waited until they’d parked, then he turned to her and cupped her face in his hands. “The word is ‘dated.’ Past tense, sweetheart. And, as I told you, there’s only one female who interests me now. And that’s you. So, Tobin, get your curvy butt out of the car, so we can begin our Christmas adventure.”

He kissed her. “Okay?”

She kissed him back. “Okay, Lieutenant.”

~~~~~~~

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Caught, by Cassandra Carr

2011-12-18T06:00:00.001-06:00

Continueing with Holiday Reads Extravaganza, this naughty story will melt the snow outside and keep you toasty warm! Explicit Excerpt meant for audiences over the age of 18 ONLY!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance, BDSM romance

Length - Novella

Heat Level - Erotic

Sexual Orienation - M/F

Content Warnings - From the publisher - This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements (including/not limited to: bondage, D/s, spanking, etc).

Blurb -

When Callie returns to her hometown for the holidays she comes face to face with her old lover and Dominant, Jack. She left him three years ago believing he could never be the happily-ever-after man she needed. Yet Jack still wants her and she finds herself wanting to submit to him again.

As Jack and Callie explore their Dominant/submissive relationship, Callie gets drawn deep into Jack’s world all over again. For his part, Jack can’t seem to forget how she nearly ruined him when she took off without even saying good-bye all those years ago, but he’s afraid his baser needs will destroy Callie.

If Callie give Jack another chance to prove he can be what she needs, can Jack overcome his own fears and claim Callie forever?

Excerpt -

'They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.'

Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd; already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing further into the room, she noticed the Kwanza decorations and rolled her eyes.

'Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.'

She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “Thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of Cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up -- and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.

Jack was there.

With a beer hanging from his long, rough fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked so good-- still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.

Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest through her neck and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.

He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His own intense gaze never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.

And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power -- she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”

He pulled her around to face him, he backed her up against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.

“These are my friends. A better question to ask is -- what are you doing here?”

“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”

“Is me being here a problem?”

“No,” she answered too quickly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

'Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?'

“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.

'Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?'

Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she hadn’t been able to handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.

Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time, she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

“Are you collared?”

“No.”

“Seeing anyone?”

She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.

“No. Answer me, Callie -- are you seeing anyone?”

“No.”

Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss -- there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in further, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.

Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.

After long moments he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled around to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.

“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”

Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.

“I want to hear the words -- I want you to be sure.”

“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.

“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”

“Yes, Sir, same.”

He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this -- she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already-erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.

He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”

Callie drew back enough to answer, “Through the first of the year.”

She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He held the back of her head with both hands, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him -- reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.

“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.

“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”

“Lora lets me do whatever I want -- she doesn’t judge.”

“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” He went up on tiptoe and pushed back into her mouth, tilting her head until it was at the angle he wanted, and then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, my sweet. You’re going to swallow it -- every drop, like the gift it is.”

A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming; straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.

Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.

He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.”

“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.

He held up it and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.

She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.

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Mistletowed, by Tara Lain

2011-12-17T06:00:00.002-06:00

If you like love triangles with your Holiday themed reads, then this story is for you! Check it out as we continue our Holiday Reads Extravaganza! This is an ADULT ONLY excerpt. Over 18 only!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Erotic romance with a hint of BDSM

Length - 33k (novella)

Heat Level - 5/5 (intensely erotic)

Sexual Orientation - M/M with elements of M/M/F

Content Warnings - Contains graphic language, BDSM, Menage

Blurb -

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life -- right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston. But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.

Excerpt -

Ripping the box cutter through the cardboard, Buttercup tore down another carton to take to recycling. She grabbed the pile of books, hefted them into the front of the store, and loaded them on a shelf she’d prepared earlier. Shoot, long day and more to go. The shop was closed Mondays, and since Winston taught several classes, it was her chance to really do the unpacking, stocking, and other big jobs.

A knock rattled the glass. She smiled. The shop had a lot of loyal customers, and sometimes they really needed something for a spiritual event or ceremony. They knew she’d sell it to them, even if she was closed. She lifted the edge of the shade that covered the glass door. What the heck? Melanie and Andy stood outside, scarves around their necks against the California chill.

She opened and motioned them in. “What’s up, you two?”

Melanie wore tight black yoga pants that looked great on her slim frame and a hooded sweatshirt. “You doing inventory, Buts?”

“Unpacking and stocking, actually. Not as tedious. Why?”

“Want a volunteer?” Mel pointed to Andy, who smiled. The man sure didn’t talk for himself much.

Buttercup noticed he was wearing workout pants and a sweatshirt too. “You came dressed for the job?”

He looked down. “No, I was going to do yoga with Mel.”

“Then Winston told us you were working hard over here, and Saint Andy wouldn’t hear of you doing it alone, so he made me bring him here.”

“Really?” She looked at him, and he blushed. “Hell’s bells, I can always use help. Especially strong male help.”

“Well, you got him. I’m gonna be late for class. Can you bring him home when you leave?”

“Sure.” Hell, the guy looked appetizing in those slim athletic pants. A lot better than khakis.

Melanie rushed off, glancing at her watch, and Buttercup looked at her new apprentice. Why on earth had the guy wanted to help her? “You sure about this? Yoga would be a lot more fun.”

He looked down and blushed again. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay. You asked for it.”

An hour later she had run cute Andy ragged. He’d carried boxes, unloaded books, cut up cartons, and ferried stacks of material to the recycle bin. She asked. He did. Not a question. She’d died and gone to heaven. She looked at him up on the stepladder. Hell’s bells, she had a lot of cute butts in her life right now. “Hey, let’s take a break. You like tea?”

“Sure.”

She went back to the little kitchen area she kept in her stockroom, poured a couple cups, and turning, found he’d followed her in. “You want milk or sugar?”

He smiled shyly. “How do you take yours?”

“I like milk in this kind of tea.”

“Okay.”

They sat in the two café chairs at a little round table shoved up against the wall. “So you’re a stockbroker?”

“Yeah. A Portfolio manager, actually.” He looked up at her through his lashes. “It’s okay to be surprised. Everyone is.”

“’Cause you’re so, uh, quiet?”

“Yeah. But I have a gift for stock picking and market analysis. I’m actually pretty good at it.”

“Yeah, Mel said.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound egotistical or anything. I --”

“Andy, quit it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” And he simply stopped talking.

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Why did you say that?”

His eyes stayed cast down. “Because I want to please you. Do what you say.”

“Why?” He didn’t answer. “Answer me, Andy.”

“Yes, ma’am. I want to do what you say because I like you so much, and I want to serve you.”

Well, shit. Just plain shit. “You don’t even know me.”

“Yes, ma’am, I do. I felt I was supposed to come here, and when I met you, I knew why. Because you’re my…” His eyes glanced up, then back to his teacup.

“Your what?”

“My mistress.”

Holy shit. What had she done by putting her desires out into the universe? Created a ready-made slave? “Andy, did Melanie tell you I’m with someone?”

“Yes, but we don’t have to have sex. Just let me serve you, please.”

“Sweetheart, didn’t you just break up with someone?”

He nodded.

“See, that’s all that’s going on. You’re on the rebound from this other woman.”

“Man.”

“Hell! Andy, was this man your dom?”

“Yes.”

“And your lover?”

He nodded.

“So you’re gay?”

“No, I’ve always been with women until him.”

“I’m not even a dominatrix.”

She got that glance through the lashes again. Sexy much? “Yes, you are. You’re my Mistress Buttercup.”

She burst out laughing. “See, right there I fail. A dominatrix has to be named Tanya or Greta or Antonia. Certainly not Buttercup.”

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The Essential Guide to Grief and Grieving, by Debra Holland

2011-12-16T06:00:00.002-06:00

For our fifth book, an author offered her excerpt on how to handle grief and grieving this Holiday season. Since many of us find the Holidays hard without a loved one, I really appreciated her offer to share this with you, my blog readers.

Book Specifics -

Genre - Non-Fiction, Self-Help

Length - Novel (336 pages)

Blurb -

Grief strikes everyone--men and women, young and old, rich and poor--at some point in life. But knowing others have gone through similar emotions does little to lessen mourning when you’re reeling from loss. How do you cope with grief and work through it? How do you help a child or other loved one find the way back from their pain?

The Essential Guide to Grief and Grieving offers help and hope in coming to terms with loss and healing its wounds. Grief counselor Debra Holland explains the relationship between loss and grief, shares how others have worked through their own losses, and offers reassurance that what you’re feeling as you mourn is normal

Excerpt -

Holidays can bring up sadness and grief for loved ones who died years ago. Celebrating traditions passed on from family members connects you with them. This is a time you can yearn for their presence and miss them. Your memories of prior joyful celebrations might feel bittersweet.

This happened with my grandmother. Every Christmas Eve, my family would attend church. When the congregation sang “Silent Night,” my grandmother always cried. That hymn transported her back to her childhood, to her family gathered around the candle-lit Christmas tree as they sang carols. She missed her parents and siblings. She grieved their loss, as well as a time and place that no longer existed.

Conversely, the actual holiday might not be as bad as you think. The sadness and dread building up to the day can be far worse than the reality. Although you can feel the loss and miss the deceased, you can also have times of deep thankfulness for your blessings and gratitude for all the loved ones you have present. You can get caught up in the excitement of children celebrating, playing, and opening up presents. You can exchange stories and memories, causing laughter and tears. You feel a closer connection with your family.

The first Christmas after Stephanie’s husband died, leaving her with a toddler and a newborn, she could barely cope with day-to-day life, much less a holiday. Her neighbors chipped in to buy her a tree. They came over and decorated her home and put up the lights outside. After Christmas was over, they took everything down. Because of their kindness, the family had a nice Christmas after all. In addition, they felt loved by those around them and appreciated the goodness of the human spirit. Through helping Stephanie, the whole neighborhood became closer. Not only did Stephanie develop a new “extended family,” the neighbors formed a tight-knit community.

Here are some tips to help you weather the holidays:

[lb] Share how you’re feeling with trusted loved ones, especially the way your grief has changed or deepened due to the holiday.

[lb] Reduce your stress. This isn’t the year to worry about a perfect celebration. Only do what you feel is necessary.

[lb] Simplify and change your traditions. Pick those you feel will be meaningful this year, or create new ones.

[lb] Ask for help. Others will be happy to step forward to lend a hand. Let others know specifically what you need. Don’t say, “Can you bring something for dinner?” Do say, “Can you bring dessert for 10 people?”

[lb] Find a way to memorialize your loved one. Set out a special candle. Hang their stocking with the others and have everyone write a letter to the deceased. You can read them together on Christmas morning. Make an ornament with their picture on it or buy one that represents them in some way. Include the deceased in a family prayer.

[lb] Don’t let others direct how you should spend the holidays. Just because someone thinks it would be best for you to go away for the week, doesn’t mean it’s right for you.

[lb] Be of service to others. Helping others is a way to give new meaning to the holiday and help you feel better. Prepare and serve food at a homeless shelter or organize a gift drive for some needy families and deliver the presents yourself.

[lb] Realize that you might feel overwhelmed and exhausted, both from your reactions to the loss and from the stress and hectic pace of the holiday. As much as possible, get to bed early and take naps.

[lb] You don’t have to pretend to be happy. If you think your sadness might be a problem for others, have a little talk with them beforehand about how you and they will handle your feelings.

[lb] Spend time with people who are supportive and caring. By now, you know who among your friends and family is supportive and who’s not. Gravitate to the understanding ones and avoid the others.

During the holidays, you can’t help but think about and miss your loved one. However, try as much as possible not to dwell on your pain. Imagine your loved one being present in spirit. Instead of his or her absence, focus on the presence of the other family members. Your loss helps remind you of how precious time is with your family. Appreciate and love each one of them.

(c)Unexpected Surges of Grief

When holidays and other special events loom on your horizon, you can brace yourself for the grief you feel is coming. Other times you have no warning of what’s about to happen. Grief unexpectedly rises up and seizes you. Sometimes, the unanticipated grief can be harder to bear because it takes you by surprise and knocks you off balance.

Three months after my father’s death, my two oldest nieces had a dance recital. I sat in the audience, watching them perform, smiling and happy. Then, I realized my father wasn’t there to see his granddaughters. It hit me that he wouldn’t be part of their accomplishments as they grew up. They were young enough that they wouldn’t really know or remember him. Tears came to my eyes, and I secretly brushed them away. Afterward, I learned my mom had the exact same grief reaction.

As you can see by my example, you don’t close the door on every bit of your grief. Instead, you complete the journey into wholeness. Eventually, you will see progress in terms of weeks, months, or years. Although everyone’s timeline of grieving is different, most people can tell when they’re feeling better. More time passes between “down” days. Their reactions have lightened or gone away completely. They don’t have the mood swings they used to. People might say, “I can tell I’m doing better than I was last year at this time.” Or, “I’m more myself.” While the up and down, back and forth of grieving is frustrating, patience is the key. Allow your journey to be what it is.

(d)Essential Takeaways

[lb] Everyone’s reaction to loss and their journey from mourning to recovery is different.

[lb] A mass of emotions makes up grief, and may include guilt, loneliness, despair, sadness, resentment, envy, frustration, and shame.

[lb] Depression is a normal and understandable reaction to a loss, but if it continues for too long, seek help from a mental-health professional.

[lb] Holidays can be times of missing your loved one, but also may be an opportunity for families to come together and appreciate each other.

[lb] Grief can unexpectedly hit you on days you think you’re fine.

About the Author -

Debra Holland, M.S., Ph.D., is a psychotherapist and corporate crisis/grief counselor. She worked with American Airlines after 9-11, counseled victims of the Metrolink train wreck in 2002, volunteered as a mental health relief worker after Hurricane Katrina, and counseled victims during and after the 2008 California fires.

Debra wears several hats when it comes to writing. As a psychotherapist, she writes nonfiction books. The Essential Guide to Grief and Grieving is her first nonfiction book. More nonfiction books about grieving, boundary setting with difficult people, and relationships, are forthcoming.

Debra also writes fiction--Historial Western Romance, Contemporary Romance, Fantasy Romance, and Science Fiction. She currently has her award winning Historical Western Romance Series, The Montana Sky Series, on Kindle. Soon to come is her fantasy series and the first of a contemporary romance series.

To purchase Debra's Guide, please visit Amazon.

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A Snowy Christmas in Wyoming, by E. Ayers

2011-12-15T06:00:00.001-06:00

Your fourth book this Holiday Reads Extravaganza is a sweet story with a hint of spice. A little naughty with your nice. ;-) The author has assured me though, it's sweet through and through, but she keeps that tension right where you like it. So don't miss this one!

Book Specifics -

Genre- Contemporary Christmas Romance, Western Romance

Length- 31k (novella)

Heat Level- Sweet

Sexual Orientation- M/F

Blurb -

A Native American cowboy and a national TV news anchorwoman have nothing in common except for their pasts. Is love preordained? An old diary from when Jessie and Clare Coleman settled on the land in the 1840's provides a history of their life. But tucked between the pages is an unrequited love between Clare Coleman and a tall Native American. Does love and land come full circle? In this season of giving, will fate reach through time to give a gift of love?

Andy Coyote settled into the job as foreman on the Coleman ranch. He's got custody of his thirteen month old daughter and the situation is perfect for both of them until Caroline Coleman returns home for Christmas and one of the worst blizzards in years hits the area. He's forced to accept Caroline's help to move a herd of cattle and mixed in it are several head from another ranch in the community. Cattle rustling still happens.

Caroline Coleman has her dream job as a Washington, D.C., news anchor for a national broadcast, but home is in Wyoming on her family's ranch. She has everything that money can buy, but the things that she really wants can't be purchased. Raised with solid, hard working, family values, she knows her life in the spotlight isn't real. She wants a man who appreciates the ranch, loves her for who she is and not what she is, and she wants a family of her own. And she doesn't like the idea of Andy Coyote taking advantage of her grandmother.

Excerpt -

Caroline Coleman hadn't seen the place look this good since she was a teen. The flowerbeds were mulched and tidy. There was a new coat of green paint on the shutters and front door. Garlands of fresh pine wrapped the porch rails that encircled the log house, and a pretty, matching, pine wreath hung on the front door.
She knocked once and opened the door. "Grandmamma. It's me! I'm home."
"Thank goodness, you're here," a voice from a distant room called back. "I was worried about you coming in with this snowstorm on its way."
The stress of her journey slipped from her shoulders as she breathed in the familiar scent of home. Caroline let go of her rolling suitcase and looked around. Inside, everything looked the same, even though it was decorated for the holiday. A beautiful Douglas fir tree, covered with ornaments, stood in front of the window. Its tiny lights twinkled as if they were welcoming her.
The house was neater, cleaner, except there was a basket of toys next to the sofa. But everything else was exactly the way it had been all of her life. That familiarity wrapped her in a warm blanket.
"Darling, I'm so glad you're here. You're needed. This storm is going to be bad," Barbara Coleman said.
Caroline turned to her grandmother. The woman was holding a toddler whose eyes were filled with tears.
"What are you doing? Babysitting?" She hugged her grandmother and offered to take the child, but the child clung to the older woman.
"I guess you could call it babysitting. I'm trading, and I got the best end of this bargain. This is Sarah Anne Coyote. Isn't she a cutie?" Barbara took the child to a highchair in the kitchen. "Coffee?"
"Thanks. I'll get it. How did you wind up with a child?"
"Long story. You remember Margaret Simpson?" The older woman started fixing a snack.
"Double T ranch, of course."
"Her kids are selling everything since she died. Remember when I told you I was buying some of her land?" She put a handful of baby carrots on a plate, and stuck them in the microwave.
"Yes." Caroline poured a cup of coffee, then watched her grandmother fix a cup of milk with a sipping lid, and hand it to the toddler.
The child's enormous chocolate brown eyes were still washed in unshed tears and her long eyelashes were clumped with moisture. Chubby hands grabbed at the handles on the sippy-cup and tipped the cup of milk to her mouth. She watched Caroline with a reserved curiosity.
"Are you thirsty? Did you just wake up from a nap?" Caroline asked the child.
Little Sarah pursed her lips and banged on the tray in front of her. "Milk."
"How old is she? She's adorable. She's got the prettiest eyes."
"Thirteen months. She's a little handful. She's really coming out of her shell since she's been here." Barbara put several crackers spread with cheese on the child's tray. "Eat, sweet baby. You like creamed cheese." The microwave beeped and Barbara lifted the plate of baby carrots off the unit's carousel and put them on the child's tray after checking each one. "She's such a good thing. Just never thought I'd be playing with a baby at my age."
"Why did you nuke her carrots?"
"It slightly softens them. Makes them easier to eat. She doesn't have all her teeth."
"Grandmamma, you still haven't told me how you've wound up with a child."
"Well, I'm buying the eastern portion of Margaret's land, which includes her house and barn because it backs up to mine."
"Nice house."
"Yes, it is. I'm hoping to rent it. The one barn is in perfect shape, but the other barn has some problems and that's going to take more money."
Caroline rolled her eyes. Sarah giggled.
"Anyway, when Margaret died, her foreman lost his job."
"Oh, no. Sarah is one of those Coyotes?"
The back door opened and Andy Coyote walked into the kitchen. "Miz Barbara…"
Caroline stared at Andy. He wasn't the scrawny kid she'd known most of her life, and if it hadn't been for the scar across his cheek, she wouldn't have recognized him. His shoulders were broad and he'd grown very tall. The long straight nose, strong cheekbones, and his coloring conveyed his Crow Indian heritage, except he was taller than most.
"Excuse me, I didn't know you had company." He took his jacket off and hung it on the peg by the back door.
"Company? I doubt that anyone would call me company," Caroline shot back at him. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him, maybe high school.
He looked at her for a brief second, then grabbed a mug, and poured a cup of coffee.
"Caroline, you remember Andy?" Barbara asked.
"How could I not remember Andy?" Memories of the young man and his family flowed through her brain like a bad news story.
Sarah squealed with delight as Andy took her in his arms. "How's my baby girl?"
The child pointed to Caroline.
"Yes, that's Caroline," Andy said with a big grin. "Have you been playing with her? I thought you just got up from your nap."
"She did just get up from her nap as Caroline came through the door. I brought her in here for her snack. She hasn't had a chance to play."
He pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it. "We're in trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Barbara asked as she cleaned up the crumbs off the child's tray and handed the toddler the last tiny carrot. "Are you talking about the storm?"
Andy turned on the TV and watched the weather channel. "I've been watching the storm track on my phone. I'm gonna need help getting that herd down here. I can't do it alone. If I can find help, I'll leave tonight. That is if you don't mind keeping Sarah for me."
Barbara turned to her granddaughter. "Caroline'll go with you."
Andy turned around and stared hard. "You? You think you can ride herd?"
"Darn right, I can ride. Won't be the first herd I've ever brought in, but I…" She bit her tongue.
"But what?"
She forced a smile. "Let's just say I always ride with a gun, and I know how to use it."
"Good. So do I. We'll leave at six. Make sure you're saddled and ready to go."
Hot anger boiled through Caroline. "I'll be ready."
She stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed her suitcase, and headed for her room.
***
"She'd better be able to ride. This isn't going to be an easy cattle drive," Andy said.
"That little thing knows every square inch of this ranch and this business. My husband used to say, 'Let her go, and when she's done, she'll come back.' I hope he was right."
"Ma'am, I don't need a prissy female. I need a man for this job or I'll never get that herd back here."
"Oh, she can do it. She and her grandfather moved herds all the time. She's knows what she's doing and she knows this land. Listen to her."
Andy kissed his daughter's nose and put her to the floor. "Are you sure you can handle her overnight?"
"I can handle your daughter overnight." Barbara laughed. "Just don't try to handle my granddaughter, or she'll be bringing you back in a sack."
"Miz Barbara, one female in my life is plenty. I don't need anymore."
***
Caroline cinched the saddle and adjusted the stirrups before tying on her pack. Her mind drifted over the stories of Jessie and Clare Coleman and the things that they endured to start this ranch in the 1840's. She had vowed to write their story one day. Clare was barely fifteen when she married Jessie and went west with him. The handwriting in that diary was difficult to decipher, but Caroline managed to read it when she was a teen. Snowstorms were nothing new, and if Jessie and Clare could survive them, there was no reason why she couldn't do it today. Except instead of doing it with her grandfather at her side, she had Andy Coyote. She grimaced as bile rose from her stomach.
"You ready to ride, Caroline?" Andy asked.
"Yes, I'm ready." She pulled her scarf over her head and shoved her old felted Stetson over the hot pink angora.
"Don't wimp out on me. I need another man for this job, not a fancy Washington, DC, TV news anchor."
"Well, I have a job to do, and the idea of having you along for the ride has no appeal. As far as I'm concerned, you're strictly brawn, and you'd better do as I say."
"This is gonna be hell," he mumbled as he yanked on his horse's reins.
"That's right, and don’t forget it." Caroline put her foot into the stirrup.
Caroline pulled her scarf tighter around her face. An occasional snowflake floated down as they rode. She wasn't going to let on that she was dead tired, but she was certain that if she'd blink her eyes, they wouldn't open again. She had worked yesterday doing the six and eleven o'clock nightly news broadcasts, and then caught an early morning flight out of DC. Three hours of sleep was not enough.
"Caroline!"
She gasped and righted herself.
"You're falling asleep."
She looked over Andy and frowned.
"If you talked to me, you might stay awake," he suggested.
"What would you like to discuss?" she snarled.
He chuckled. "You want my opinion on the Senate's newest budget?"
"Oh, save your breath."
"I didn't think so. Why don't you tell me what it's like living in the big city and having a hotshot job?"
"Nothing to tell. I have a condo overlooking the Potomac River. I have a driver who takes me to and from work. The clothes I wear are chosen by someone else, even my hair is styled according to the network's consultant, and I don't have a say so in any of it."
"I think you look mighty pretty. Miz Barbara and I always watch you while we eat our dinner."
"Why are you living in the house with my grandmother?"
"And not living in the foreman's apartment in the barn?"
"Yes." The idea of a Coyote living under her grandmother's roof bothered her. As far as she was concerned they were all filthy criminals.
The only sounds were theirs, the horses' breaths, the soft slap of leather reins, and the clomping of hooves on the frozen earth. Finally he answered, "She didn't want me out there in that small apartment with the baby. She thought it was easier on Sarah if I stayed in the house."
"Where's Sarah's mom?"
"Don't know and don't care." He nudged his horse to pick up the pace.
"Nice attitude."
"Yours sucks, too."
"I don't have a child," she retaliated.
"I have two. I'm not allowed near my son."
She shook her head. "What did you do to prevent visitation?"
"Fathered the boy."
"How old is he?"
"He'll be fifteen in February."
Her mind spun back in time to Andy and Katelyn as teens. They were inseparable. The image of the fun loving, petite female with wide set eyes had always been a fierce competitor in 4H and was an amazing trick rider. Then Katelyn vanished. "So the rumors were true?"
"Half true. I never raped her. We were kids and thought we were in love. When she found out she was pregnant…her dad came looking for me with a rifle in his hand. Three years later, the judge threw it all out. I was forced to sign an order to stay away from Katelyn and my son."
Somehow she understood the wealthy family's rage. She could also imagine Katelyn's tears at being torn from the boy she loved. But Andy was a Coyote, and those boys were hellions. "She still here?"
"If you mean still in the county, no. According to a few friends, she's living outside of Boulder, raising horses, and happily married to some hotshot lawyer."
"And your son?"
"He's with her. She'll tell him the truth someday."
"What about Sarah?"
"Another big mistake. Sarah's not, but her mom was. I'll be honest. My life was a mess. I was living in Casper when I meet Jessica. We went out a few times and then we started living together. She was hot. Then one day she tells me that she's pregnant. Two weeks later, the warehouse where I'd been working closed. I started searching for any job I could find."
Andy's momentary silence hung in the cold air.
Caroline straightened her back and rolled her shoulders. Fatigue was robbing her body, but she wanted him to keep talking. He was right. Conversation kept her awake.
"It was a bad situation. I needed money and there were no jobs. Eventually, I found a job working back here for Double T. They needed a hand. But Jessica didn't want to come. She wanted to live in the city. Had a big fight. I tried a half dozen times to patch things up. Then the phone quit working and my envelopes were returned with no forwarding address. When Margaret Simpson died her kids kicked everyone out and started selling everything off. I got lucky and got a part-time job working at Kalab's Store."
"Doing what?"
"Anything. Didn't matter to me. It was a job. Had to cover the payment on my truck and put food in my belly. That's where I found your grandmother. She was complaining to BillieJo Kalab about not being able to do everything. That evening I came out to her house. I begged for a job and a place to sleep."
"My grandmother does not complain about anything."
"Well, call it whatever you want, but those two women were commiserating about how hard life was."
"Oh, big word."
"Knock it off, Caroline. Just 'cause I didn't run off to some big university in Virginia doesn't make me an idiot."
She nudged her horse. "You never were an A student."
"No, I wasn't. But you don't have to get uppity with me."
She looked over at him. "You calling me a snob?"
"I really don't care what you are, as long as you can get this herd back to where I can take care of them. Your grandmother doesn't need to lose her livestock because they've frozen to death."
She hid her snarl. "So how did you wind up with Sarah?"
"I'd been here about three weeks when Miz Barbara got a phone call. Seems Social Services tracked me down. Sarah had been abandoned. She was in bad shape. If it weren't for your grandmother…I don't know what I'd do."
"She's adorable."
"She is. I'll do anything to make sure nothing ever happens to her again."

Want to know what happens next? Head over to Smashwords to find out!!!

E. Ayers is participating in the author giveaways, so be sure to comment for your chance to win a free book from her! All comments on all excerpts count, so keep coming back for more chances to win!

Elaina

The Christmas Phoenix, by Patricia Kiyono

2011-12-14T06:00:00.001-06:00

Book three of our Holiday Reads Extravaganza is about second chances at love. From what I've heard, this is a must read on any Christmas list. Enjoy!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance

Length - 18k (novella)

Heat Level - Sweet

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb-

Jess Tate is trying to make a life for herself and her teenage son after her husband's sudden death. Running the family’s struggling landscape business in Northern Michigan has been hard work, and her son hasn’t been much help. She’s managed to get by, learning to run the big equipment herself, but between snowplowing early in the mornings and working her daytime job in town, she often wonders if there will ever be more to life than endless work.

Talented ice sculptor Jake Thompson had fame and fortune in St. Louis, but he’s been forced to start over after a disastrous relationship left him embittered and in deeply debt. His sister’s remote vacation home in Northern Michigan is the ideal retreat to lick his wounds and rebuild his career in peace and quiet—except a certain feisty redhead and her teenage son have a penchant for disturbing his solitude.

In the snowy winter, Jake and Jess unexpectedly find their lives and attitudes begin to change. Will family involvements and ghosts from the past keep them apart, or are they strong enough to risk rising from the ashes of their lives like the mythical phoenix?

Excerpt -

"What in Sam Hill are you doing?" he yelled.

She blinked. "I'm plowing your drive. Didn't you hire me to do it?"

"No! I can plow my own drive, if I need it. But I can't work with all this noise, and you shaking the ice in my workshop."

Shaking the ice? What on earth is he talking about? "Aren't you Mr. Hanks? Isn't this 1285 Fairview Lane?"

"No! That's old Ben, next door. Now, get off my property before I get my shotgun and blow out your tires."

Without a word, she closed her window. She backed up, turned the truck around and made her way back to the road. No need to tell her twice. What a grouchy, ungrateful man, she thought. With his shaggy beard and piercing dark eyes, he'd resembled a wild mountaineer as he'd waved his arms like a madman. Too bad he'd let her plow that long drive before telling her it was the wrong address. She should send him a bill.

She found "old Ben's" house, which thankfully had a short, straight drive. She plowed, left a bill in the mailbox, then made her way back home.

Rory was on his way out the door when she pulled in her driveway. She held her hand out to him, and he grimaced but gave her his backpack to check. It was nearly empty.

"Where are your books?"

"Didn't have any."

"You had your math book when you came home last night."

"Oh yeah."

"Get it. Did you do your work?"

"I don't know."

She sighed. He was going to miss the bus again.

They found the book under his desk. Sure enough, he hadn't done his work. Jess got him some notebook paper and sat him down at the kitchen table to finish his assignment while she made his lunch and changed clothes for her day job.

They packed up, loaded into the truck and got to the school building with two minutes to spare. Like a good, invisible mom, she dropped him off on the opposite side of the street and refrained from giving him a goodbye kiss.

She drove on to her waitressing job, feeling like she had already put in a full day. Things had to get better, soon.

Want to know what happens next? Head over to Astraea Press to find out!

Remember to comment to be entered into all the contests authors are running the length of the extravaganza! Winners will be chosen on the 23rd.

Thanks for stopping by, come back tomorrow for your next holiday read!

Elaina

A Dog Gone Christmas, by Lindsay Downs

2011-12-13T06:00:00.001-06:00

Our second day in the Holiday Reads Extravaganza finds us with another military themed story by Lindsay Downs. This one about love, loss and rescue! Be sure to check out this heart-warming (and heart-melting) read.

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Military Mystery, Christmas Mystery

Length - 23k (Novella)

Blurb -

When a call for paws goes out, five friends bring their collies without question to a friend’s house. They learn the collies are needed to help seven children with the grief of losing a parent in Iraq or Afghanistan. Now, with seven friends, four collie yearlings and their mother, they set out to help the children

Not far away a mother hopefully leads her seven puppies to safety from a man intent on selling them for illicit purposes.

By a miracle of fate the two mother collies find each other right before the man sells the puppies.

That Christmas morning will be one the children will remember all their lives and they are united with the puppies.

Excerpt -

Even from his new vantage point, he could still see how the other kids and collies were doing. As the time came to a close, out of the corner of his eye he spied something very suspicious. The twins. Amanda seemed focused on moving Maggie and Jack not only away, but so their backs were to Nibs.

Under normal circumstances, Thaddeus would alert the two, but something told him what he was about to witness could and would be priceless. Once he saw the adults had been suckered into dropping their guard, he watched as Adam slipped an arm around Nibs’ neck. Hunched over like in a cowboy movie Adam tried to lead the collie toward the door and freedom with him and his sister.

Subtly, Thaddeus readjusted his position closer to the door to prevent the five-year-old from walking off with Nibs. When Adam, splitting his attention between his new buddy and his sister, got closer to the door Thaddeus stepped out right in front of Nibs who stopped, and sat dragging the hapless boy down with him.

“Oomph,” Adam grunted, as his backside came in hard contact with the floor. As he looked up the first thing he saw was a pair of legs in khakis, the toes from penny loafers peering out from the cuffed pants. With a sheepish smile he lifted his head higher only stopping when he saw Thaddeus smiling down at him.

“And just where do you think you’re going with Nibs, young man?” Thaddeus kept his voice soft and non-threatening.

“Na, na, nowhere sir,” Adam stammered out. He followed Thaddeus’ eyes to the collie, happily sitting beside him. “Honest sir, he followed me. I’d never,” Adam slowly shook his head. “take him, even though I’d love to have such a smart buddy as him. I mean, my sister’s all right but a girl and us guys got to stick together.” To emphasize his love for Nibs, Adam encircled the collie’s neck with his tiny arms earning him a head rub. “I wish my sister and I had someone like him to talk to. Mommy’s good, but sometimes she just doesn’t have the time to listen. Ya know? I mean with daddy gone she has to work extra besides her soldiering.”

~~~~~~

For every copy sold, Lindsay is donating to the Collie Rescue League of New England. So not only are you getting a wonderful story, but you'll be helping a wonderful cause! Head over to Astraea Press to get your copy now!

Remember, comments get you entered into ALL contests that are happening during the extravaganza, winners are chosen on the 23rd, so be sure to comment!

Thanks for stopping by, come back tomorrow for your new read!

Elaina

Operation: Christmas Hearts, by Kay Springsteen

2011-12-12T06:00:00.003-06:00

And we kick off the Holiday Reads Extravaganza with Kay Springsteen and her military themed Christmas story!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Christmas Romance, Military romance

Length - 83k (novel)

Heat Level - Sweet

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Blurb -

Ashley Torrington never cared much about Christmas before. But this year she’s having a particularly blue holiday because Marine Special Operations Team member, Nick Turner got under her skin just before he was deployed to Afghanistan. With her neighbors’ precocious daughter Bella volunteering Ashley for a special project at school, and a mysterious white-haired stranger named Estelle in town buying gifts from Ashley’s shop, not to mention the odd assortment of presents Ashley’s been receiving from an anonymous source, she shouldn’t have time to worry about her guy. But when he and his team go missing the week before Christmas, she realizes only a Christmas miracle will reunite them.

Captain Nicholas Turner never backed down from challenges—on the battlefield or in his personal life. But he’d never met a challenge like Ashley, who doesn't want to be anyone’s “girl back home.” Now he’s on the other side of the world, wanting to be anywhere but in Afghanistan for Christmas. About to embark on one of the most dangerous missions of his life, he needs Ashley to know she’s much more than the girl he’d left behind, and he does plan to come home to her. But in the meantime, a little Christmas magic would be appreciated. Little does he know, he’s about to get his wish.

Excerpt -

North Carolina, Early Morning

T minus 16 days ’til Christmas

Ashley bit into a crispy marshmallow treat as she waited for her laptop to boot. The sticky sweetness exploded in her mouth and she moaned out loud. Maybe eating one of the little goodies for breakfast was a questionable course of action, but she was out of toaster pastry. She took another bite and licked her lips. Adding the chocolate and caramel toppings had been inspired. She didn’t even want to think how many inches eating her latest batch would add to her hips, though. Maybe she’d take an extra walk around the block to work some of it off.

Her home page popped up with a news alert about an explosion in Afghanistan that had killed seven U.S. Marines and Ashley’s heart pushed a logjam of emotion into her throat. “Oh, no,” she moaned. Her fingers went limp around the remnant of crispy treat she held and it fell to the floor.

“It’s okay,” she whispered out loud. “He’s fine. It’s not him. He’s in Germany. He’s still safe in Germany. He has to be.”

She clicked on her e-mail icon and tapped a red fingernail against the side of the keyboard while it took its sweet time loading.

And there it was. An e-mail from Nick. And the timestamp was only a few hours ago.

Hey, babe—Different phone, different everything. I’m going to try to call but if we get cut off it’s just because coverage is so spotty here. Nothing to worry about. I don’t want you ticked off at me, maybe thinking I hung up on you.

Ashley’s heart crowded her chest again. So, he wasn’t safely in Germany. She’d known this was going to happen. But knowing something would happen and realizing something had happened, she discovered, were two entirely different concepts. She steadied her breathing, knowing he hadn’t mentioned where he was because he couldn’t. And that meant he’d gone to someplace dangerous.

Her hands weren’t at all steady when she clicked back over to the news story. Maybe they’d identified the casualties. Am I horrible because I want it to be someone else’s name I read? Is this wishing someone else’s heart will be broken just so mine isn’t? She skimmed the announcement; no names appeared in the frustratingly short article. Tears streamed, and she did nothing to stop them.

Frantically, her gaze danced over the Internet page again, trying to find something—anything to prove this wasn’t about Nick and his men. Finally, her mind zeroed in on the words that saved her sanity: In an incident that occurred at approximately 0830 hours GMT Wednesday… Okay. Good. GMT. That was Greenwich Mean Time.

Holding her breath, Ashley clicked back to the e-mail. Time: 0912 GMT. With a whimper, she leaned forward, folded her arms on the table, then buried her face and sobbed, this time with tears of relief. He’s okay. My Nicky’s fine.

Ashley mopped her eyes with a napkin from the holder in the center of the table. She’d made Nick a promise not to cry. She supposed technically she hadn’t broken that promise. Not exactly. Ashley looked around for the piece of treat she’d dropped. Finally, glancing at the floor, she spotted what was left of it. In her agitation, she’d ground it into her carpeting. That was going to have to wait while she read the rest of Nick’s e-mail.

It’s not fair, you writing about crispy treats and chocolate and caramel. I just ate something in the mess hall that I THINK might have been meatloaf but it was hard to tell since I didn’t want to look at it too closely. You make magic with crispy treats. At least that’s what you told me caused all those tingles I got when I looked at you on the beach. Remember our first date? I do. And now all I want to do is eat one of your crispy treats smothered in chocolate and caramel. But save some of those toppings because one of these days I have a much more creative use for them. I’ll leave that part to your imagination.

“Oh, my.” As she read Nick’s words, heat flowed over her like warm caramel, which had undoubtedly been his intent. Well, Ashley had a very, very creative imagination, and she was well aware Nick did as well. She made a mental note to always have plenty of toppings on hand. Then she traced her finger over the last words in his note and sighed.

I miss you, Ash. Just a little. Okay, a lot. I’ll try to call. ~Nick

Ashley sank her teeth into her lip until the sharp pain because unbearable. Nope. Not gonna cry. She had promised Nick. Besides, her nose was stuffy enough. And she had a lot of work to do, and now that the day had started so well, she planned to have fun doing it. Beginning with finding what she could of her true hair color.

Want to know what happens next? Head over to Astraea Press to find out!

Kay is giving one lucky commentor a chance to win THEIR choice from her back-list! Trust me peeps, this woman can write and has amazing stories, so be sure to comment so you can snag one! Winner will be chosen on the 23rd. More comments equals more entries!

Come back tomorrow for your next holiday read!

Elaina

Holiday Reads Extravaganza!

2011-12-10T06:00:00.000-06:00

Love Holiday stories? Who doesn't? Often filled with heart warming tales of second chances and second hopes. Holiday stories give us one more reason to adore winter and another comforting cup of hot cocoa as we curl up to beautiful romances. Starting Dec. 12th I'll be introducing a NEW story to you daily until January 6th, 2012!

So gather your snugly blanket and your e-reader and settle in for some stories that will make you smile and bring you the magic only Holidays can.

Be sure to comment too, as many authors are giving away a free copy of either the story they feature or your choice from their back list!

Elaina

Winter is the season for WINNING!

2011-12-01T06:00:00.002-06:00

This month most authors (and publishers) are holding some fabulous contests. I thought it would be nice to put them in one place for you to not only discover new talent, but score some new reads, either for yourself or for a loved one. So check out ways you can learn about these awesome writers and the contests they're holding for YOU!

Elaina Lee

Item - Bath and Body Works Dark Kiss fragrance set. Set includes body wash, lotion and body spray!

Contest - Join my mailing list and you could be a winner!

Runs to - Dec. 21st

Where to find - www.elainalee.com/contests

Elaina Lee

Item - Bath and Body Works Be Enchanted fragrance set. Set includes body wash, lotion and body spray!

Contest - Join my mailing list and you could be a winner!

Runs from - Starts Dec. 21st, ends Jan 12th

Where to find - www.elainalee.com/contests

Astraea Press

Item - Kindle Fire

Contest - Enter a new slogan for the press. Astraea's current slogan is "Where Fiction Meets Virtue"

Runs to - Jan. 20th

Where to find - Email stephanietaylor@astraeapress.com with your new slogan idea!

Iris Blobel

Item - Free copy of Journey to Her Dreams

Contest - Comment on Iris's blog and re-post or re-tweet her contest

Runs to - Dec. 3rd

Where to find - http://iris-b.blogspot.com/2011/11/ebook-giveaway-journey-to-her-dreams.html

Sarah Ballance -

Item - $5 Amazon gift card or $10 Noble Romance gift card

Contest - Join Sarah's mailing list for your chance to win!

Runs to - On going

Where to find - http://sarahballance.wordpress.com/weekly-giveaways/

Sandra Sookoo -

Item - Multiple authors, multiple giveaways!

Contest - 12 days of Christmas, simply comment to be entered!

Runs to - Dec. 12th

Where to find - http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.com/

The Blog Hop Stop

Item - Almost two hundred authors are giving away tons of awesome prizes!

Contest - Visit participating authors blogs for more details

Runs from - Dec. 16th to Dec. 18th

Where to find - http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

Ho! Ho! Ho! Holiday Spice Blog Hop

Item - Several participating authors doing various giveaways

Contest - Visit each blog for more details

Runs from - Dec. 12th to Dec. 19th

Where to find - http://enchantedmusepress.blogspot.com/2011/11/official-linky-list-for-ho-ho-ho.html

Marilyn Wigglesworth

Item - Multiple Authors, multiple items!

Contest - Marilyns countdown to 2012, she's hosting a new author a day with a new giveaway a day!

Runs to - Dec. 31st (I believe)

Where to find - http://www.marilynwigglesworth.blogspot.com

Richard McKinney

Item - Free print edition of Redemption

Contest - Simply click ENTER TO WIN!

Runs to - Dec. 25th

Where to find - http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13015118-redemption

Meg Mims

Item - She's not sharing, you have to stop by her blog to find out. *wink*

Contest - Visit, check out her awesome holiday recipes, leave a comment!

Runs to - Dec. 12th

Where to find - http://www.double-crossing.com/?page_id=798

If you're an author and have a contest going on that you want included on this list, please feel free to email me the details! forthemusedesigns@gmail.com

GOOD LUCK!

Elaina

Excerpt Thursday - Helen Henderson - Windmaster

2011-09-22T10:15:00.004-05:00

I have Helen Henderson back on my blog today! She's sharing her novel with you!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Fantasy Romance

Length - 224 pages

Heat Level - Sensual

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

Despite his insolent attitude, Ellspeth, captain of the Sea Falcon, is attracted to the dark-haired worker she hires to help unload the vessel's cargo. When the supposed dockhand reveals he is Lord Dal, the last member of the Council of Wizards, and her passenger, Ellspeth breaks a cardinal rule—fraternizing with the paying customers. Bringing Dal back from near-death releases her latent powers and threatens her captaincy. For to have magic she must give up the sea.

In accordance with an ancient prophecy, Dal allows Ellspeth to be handfasted to him without her knowledge or consent. However, the prophecy doesn't state whether she will return his love. A likelihood threatened as the deception is unveiled and they are hunted by fanatical clerics bent on ridding the world of magic and those who wield it.

Trapped within the Oracle's Temple and marked for sacrifice, Ellspeth is forced to choose between survival, saving the future of magic...or love.

Excerpt -

Dal’s low tones at last broke the silence. “Captain Ellspeth, I owe you a debt for summoning me back from the void. It is a debt that cannot be repaid.”

Ellspeth chose her words carefully. “You owe no debt, Lord Dal. The Sea Falcon would have been lost without your aid.” Despite the fact that legend said debts to wizards had been known to have steep consequences, her loyalty to clan and ship pushed her into a decision. Taking a breath, Ellspeth gave the formal response of her own indebtedness. “It is I who owe you.”

The wizard’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Then, my fair captain, let’s call it even." His expression grew serious. "Why did you not pursue the Way?”

Her pulse raced, and she looked away from Dal’s unflinching stare. “Only mages study the Way. I have no power. I’m not a mage,” she answered with more force than she intended. Under the wizard’s scrutiny, she continued in a voice barely above a whisper. “I come from a family of traders and ship captains. From the first time my grandma took me to sea I knew I belonged there.”

“You could be a wizard,” Dal persisted. “The power is within you. Deny you feel it.”

Ellspeth looked over the busy deck, anywhere but at Dal. She knew every crewman. She could tell the depth of water beneath the ship’s hull just by the sound, and the amount of sail needed for any given wind. The Sea Falcon was her ship.

“It was your magic combined with mine that saved the Falcon,” Dal persisted. “And, it was you alone who brought me back.” Ellspeth focused on the pennant flying from the center mast. Only the slap of waves against the bow broke the silence between them.

She stood, breaking the magic that held them private. “I’m Ellspeth of the House of Cszabo, daughter of Mirim, granddaughter of Rima. I am captain of the Sea Falcon. I am not a mage!”

Whatever else she would have said died with the look of disappointment on Dal’s face.

“You can’t deny,” Dal started. His voice faltered at Ellspeth’s icy glare. “I’m sorry. Captain. I did not mean to intrude on this lovely evening.” He pulled his hand back from its gesture of entreaty.

Ellspeth offered only a short word of parting and retreated to the sanctuary of the quarterdeck rail. She watched the mage light slowly disappear and the wizard’s features dissolve into shadow.

* * *

The next morning, Dal did not resume the discussion, and in fact, avoided all contact with her. Even though he didn’t pursue the matter, his words haunted Ellspeth. At times only the feel of the sun-warmed gold of her bracelets, the goal she had worked so hard for, enabled her to regain her equilibrium. No matter how hard she forced down the urge to feel the touch of magic or Dal’s hands on hers, it kept returning. The impulse to reach for him surged forward every time she saw him at his usual spot at the foredeck rail. His feet slightly apart as he leaned upon the slick wood, his gaze focused out to sea.

Magic and the sea don’t mix, Rima had always said. Ellspeth sighed, her grandmother had been right. Magic almost sank the Sea Falcon.

An inner voice countered for the side of magic. Dal had saved the Falcon at the risk of his own life.

No, his presence is a threat to the ship. I can't wait to have him ashore.

Like what you read? Want to know what happens next? Follow these buy links to find out!!! Champagne Books, Amazon (Print), Amazon (Kindle), All Romance

Hope you enjoyed, thanks so much for stopping by!

Elaina

Work Wednesday: The Romantic

2011-09-21T06:30:00.000-05:00

Today's Work Wednesday Theme: The Romantic

For the Muse Design

Thank you so much for checking out my cover design with a romantic theme!

Elaina

Guest Excerpt - On the Choptank Shores

2011-09-13T09:58:00.004-05:00

Yesterday you were introduced to Smoky Zeidel, today you get a peek at her novel, On the Choptank Shores. Please take a moment and check out this book!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Romantic Suspense

Length - 196 pages

Heat Level - 2 of 5 (sensual, one graphic scene)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

The tragic deaths of her mother and two younger siblings have left Grace Harmon responsible for raising her sister Miriam and protecting her from their abusive father, Luther, a zealot preacher with a penchant for speaking in biblical verse who is on a downward spiral toward insanity. Otto Singer charms Grace with his gentle courtship and devotion to his brother, Henry. But after their marriage, Otto is unable to share with Grace the terrible secret he has kept more than twenty years. Otto believes he is responsible for a tragic accident that claimed the life of a young woman and left Henry severely brain damaged.
Luther’s insane ravings and increasingly violent behavior force Grace to question and reassess the patriarchal religious beliefs of her childhood. Then tragedy strikes just when Otto’s secret is uncovered, unleashing demons that threaten to destroy the entire family. Can Grace find the strength to save her sister … her marriage … them all?
On the Choptank Shores is a love story: The love between a young wife (Grace) and her decidedly middle-aged husband (Otto), and the love of a big sister for her abused baby sister (Miriam). It is the story of the love for an aging, grief-stricken father (Luther) who is spiraling into a dark world of insanity, and the love of a kind and benevolent God whom Grace knows must exist, despite the crazed ravings of her father, who paints a picture of a vengeful, angry God as he spouts biblical verse to defend his abuse of both Grace and little Miriam. It is a story of the land on which they live, and the power of Mother Nature. Most of all, it is a story of love conquering all.

Excerpt -

[Luther] was mucking out the stalls when Grace found him in the barn.

“You will never, ever, hit Miriam again, or lock her in that frightful closet, do you hear me, Papa?” she said, never raising her voice yet nonetheless unnerving Luther with her cold tone.

Luther put down his shovel and picked up a pitchfork. “‘Whom the Lord loveth he correcteth, even as a father the son in whom he delighteth.’” He tossed a forkful of straw into the stall. “‘He that spareth his rod hateth his…’”

“Stop it, Papa. I’ve heard the speech before, and I’m tired of it. There is no excuse—none, do you hear me?—for beating Miriam until she’s a bloody mess.”

Luther continued pitching straw to the horses, not bothering to look up at his daughter. “ ‘Hear, ye children, the instruction of a father, and attend to know understanding. I have taught thee in the way of wisdom; I have led thee in right paths.’”

Grace yanked the pitchfork out of his hands and sent it flying across the barn. “What have you taught Miriam other than to be afraid of you?” She spat the words at Luther as though they were bits of rotten meat in her mouth.

“What I am teaching her is to respect the authority of her father, something you attempt to thwart at every opportunity.” Wiping a trickle of sweat from his brow, Luther brushed past his daughter and headed for the barn door.

Who does she think she is, talking to me like that? His mind raced, a jumble of thoughts pounding him as unmercifully as floodwaters pound a dam. She is my daughter. I am the head of this household. I am the authority. I make the rules. I enforce God’s laws. I am the authority. I… am… the… authority…

He stopped cold in his tracks. Shaking with anger, he turned back to face Grace. The dam burst, unleashing a rage he had never known.

“Perhaps the problem here is that I spared you a few too many whippings for your own good, you impudent wretch,” Luther roared, lunging toward his daughter.

The first blow to her face sent her reeling backwards, and she hit the side of the stall with such force the horses reared up in fear. Luther grabbed her by the wrists, yanked her to him and struck her again. The awareness that Miriam had come into the barn and was now standing in the doorway, screaming, enraged him even more, and he raised his arm again.

This time, it was Luther who went reeling. A force stronger than his own grabbed his upraised arm, jerked it painfully behind him, then slammed him into the wall. His spectacles slid from their perch and shattered, piercing his left cheek with shards of broken glass.

“Take your filthy, pious hands off of my wife.”

“She’s not your wife. She’s my daughter. And if beating her is the only way to knock sense into her, that’s my right and holy duty.” Luther winced, as Otto tightened his grip and gave his arm a sharp twist.

“She’s not my wife at the moment.” Otto leaned heavily into Luther, his breath hot in Luther’s ear. “But she will be by sundown, if she’ll have me that soon. I came here today to ask for your consent, but I’ve reconsidered that idea. You’re not fit to ask. And judging from what I’m seeing here, I don’t think there’s any question she’ll come with me right now, do you, brother Luther?”

“Take your hands off of me. Grace will not consider going anywhere with you without my blessing.”

“Oh yes I will.” Grace struggled unsteadily to her feet; Otto loosened his hold on Luther to assist her. “I’ve already consented to be his wife. Furthermore,” she glared at Luther, the red handprint on her cheek glowing like a flame, “we’re taking Miriam with us. That’s what I came out here to tell you—you will never lay one hand on her again because she’s coming with me, with us.” She turned her attention to the sobbing child, pulling her into the protection of her arms.

“Fine. Go on then,” he snarled, picking a shard of broken glass from his cheek and hurling it to the barn floor. “You’re no daughter of mine; you’re the spawn of Satan himself. But Miriam stays, you hear me? Miriam stays right here where she belongs.”

He redirected his verbal barrage toward Otto. “Mark my words, Otto, you’ll regret this some day. ‘A foolish woman is clamorous: she is simple, and knoweth nothing. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.’ That’s from Proverbs, Chapter Fi…”

“‘A gracious woman retaineth honour: and strong men retain riches.’ I can quote scripture too, Luther.” Otto helped Grace to her feet, never taking his eyes off Luther. “Go pack a bag, and one for Miriam, too, Grace.”

“Not the little one. Miriam stays.” Luther made a lunge toward Miriam, but Otto was quicker, stepping between Luther and his daughters.

“I don’t think you want to do that, Luther.” Otto slammed him against the wall a second time. “Go on Grace. I’ll be right behind you.”

Luther watched as Grace shepherded Miriam out of the barn, murmuring soft words he couldn’t quite make out as they disappeared into the bright sunshine.

“Don’t you move from that spot until we are packed and away from here, do you understand me, Luther?” Luther nodded, understanding the implied threat in Otto’s words. “Good. We’ll be out of you way shortly. Good day, brother Luther.”

Ten minutes later, Luther heard the pickup truck doors slam, then the crank of the engine. He stood in the barn door and watched until the truck disappeared down the dusty road.

They hadn’t even said goodbye.

Want to know what happens next? Follow these buy links to find out! Amazon, Goodreads, Smashwords, All Romance

Thank you for stopping by!

Elaina

Interview with Smoky Zeidel

2011-09-12T09:59:00.003-05:00

Please welcome Smoky Zeidel to my blog today! A truly free-spirit, the likes of which I haven't had a chance to hang out with since I lived in Oregon. Makes sense since she too is from the Pacific side of US! I know I'm going to have fun getting to know this author, and I think you will too! So, Smoky, tell us a little more about you:

Thank you, Elaina, for having me here today. You are right: I am a truly free spirit. I live in a ramshackle cottage in the hills above the San Gabriel Valley just east of Los Angeles in a rare pocket of green, where some of our closest neighbors are mule deer, bobcats, and coyotes! Perfect for a nature girl like myself. I live with my husband Scott and my daughter Robin, three cats, a very large dog, and an assortment of critters that sometimes wander into the house by mistake! I also have a son, Steve, who is married and lives in the Chicago area, where I originally am from. When I’m not writing, Scott and I like to hike in the nearby San Gabriel Mountains, explore the tide pools at the beach, picnic in the desert, camp in the Sierras, and resist the urge to speak in haiku to one another!

I read you love your tattoo's, and I'm VERY curious to know two things. One, how old were you when you got your first one (and what was it) and, which one is your current favorite?

My first tattoo was my fiftieth birthday gift to myself, almost five years ago now. (I read somewhere the second largest demographic of people getting tattoos is middle-aged women!) It’s a picture of a bear with two lightning bolts above it. There’s a story behind it, but it’s too long to relate here. Suffice it to say, I was struck by lightning twenty-two years ago, and the tattoo stems from that close brush with death. Last year, my husband gifted me with my second tattoo—a colorful rattlesnake that wraps around my wrist below the bear. It’s very beautiful, and also holds a special meaning for me.

You've written several books on writing, what made you decide to help other authors out there in such a way?

While I lived in Illinois, I taught fiction writing workshops for many years at both the community college level and online. Students often would come up to me after class and say, “You should write this all down in a book.” My publisher agreed, and my first writing book, Front-Word, Back-Word, Insight Out: Lessons on Writing the Novel Lurking Inside You From Start to Finish was born. A few years later, she asked me to put together a book of writing prompts and exercises, and so I wrote Left Brained, Write Brained: 366 Writing Prompts and Exercises. It has a writing exercise for every day of the year!

Recently, my publisher decided the two books are better combined as one, and I agreed. Smoky’s Writers Workshop Combo Set is the compilation of both books into one. It is currently available only in eBook form, but the print edition will be available sometime in October, just in time for the holiday gift giving season, and for writers whose New Year’s resolution is to write every day.

Since you do have so much to offer the writing world (thank you!), I'm curious to know what the first piece of advice you received as a novice writer was that made you stand up and think, "Wow, why wasn't I doing that sooner?"

You know, Elaina, I don’t recall anyone giving me any advice before I started writing. After being nearly killed by that lightning bolt, I was unable to work full time. My body was broken—I had injuries to my heart, central nervous system, and joints, just as a few examples—but my mind was just fine. I saw an ad in my home town newspaper advertising for freelance feature writers. I applied, and was hired right away. It was a perfect job, because I could work when I felt healthy enough, but turn down assignments if I was having a rough time of it. But my dream had always been to write fiction. After a few years of writing for the newspaper and spreading out to write for magazines, I published my first short story. I’ve not written a newspaper article since that day.

You're entire family is artistic in some way or another. Is this just because you all are creative souls, or is it something that runs in your family?

I do have a creative family! I’m a writer, my husband, Scott, is a classical guitarist; his daughter, Janie, is a talented jazz vocalist, and my daughter, Robin, is an actress. But Scott isn’t a singer, and I’m not an actor, so I’m not exactly sure where our daughters got their talent! And although we both have sons, too, neither of them are in creative fields. My son is an insurance claims investigator, and Scott’s is working on an MFA in library science. So, to answer your question, I guess Scott, Janie, Robin, and I just have creative souls!

In all your nature escapes, where's your favorite place to go and relax and just enjoy the beautiful world around you?

It really depends on how much time we have. If we have three or more days, our favorite place is the Sierras. On the west side of the mountains, we love to camp in Kings Canyon National Park, which is a treasure of a park, deep in a valley in the mountains. It is very difficult to get there, because there is only one road leading in and out of the park, so it isn’t very crowded, like nearby Sequoia and Yosemite National Parks often are. If we go up the east side of the mountain, we like to camp in the Inyo National Forest right near Mammoth Lakes. Either side of the mountains, we feel we’re in paradise.

But if we have only a day to escape, we are blessed that we have our choice of exploring the mountains, desert, or sea, depending on our mood. We can go up into the San Gabriel or San Bernardino Mountains to hike, drive out to Palm Springs and explore the magical Indian Canyons, or go down to Laguna Beach. We live in a very special place, having such easy access to every imaginable kind of place to explore.

What do you have in store for your readers in the upcoming future?

I’m currently working on not one, but two novels, both historical romances. I don’t want to talk too much about them, though; I’m a bit superstitious, and I’m afraid if I talk about them too much, my muse will get angry and abandon me. I learned quite a while ago to never, ever, intentionally anger my muse! I’m also tinkering around with a new short story, just in time for Halloween!

Whatever I have upcoming, I know there are good things ahead for me. I have a wonderful, supportive publisher who is very enthusiastic about my writing, a loving family, and a beautiful place to live. Inspiration surrounds me, whether it be in the beauty of the grandmother oak tree that shades our deck, the view of the mountains across the valley, listening to my husband practice his guitar, or watching our girls perform. I am very blessed!

Thank you so much, Smoky, for visiting my blog today and sharing about you! Now, tell us where we can learn more and find you!

I’m all over the blogosphere these days! But here are the links to the places you’re always find me:

Website and Blog: www.SmokyZeidel.wordpress.com

Facebook Fan Page: www.Facebook.com.Smoky.Zeidel.Writes

Twitter: @SmokyZeidel

Hope you enjoyed this interview with Smoky as much as I did! Please be sure to stop back tomorrow for a peek at her romantic suspense, On the Choptank Shores!

Elaina

Work Wednesday: The Historical: Part 2

2011-09-07T06:30:00.000-05:00

Excerpt Thursday - Cassandra Carr - Talk to Me

2011-08-25T10:33:00.004-05:00

Morning my wonderful friends! I have Cassandra Carr here to introduce you to her novel! Please take a moment and check this fabulous book out!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Erotic contemporary romance

Length - 56k (novel)

Heat Level - 3 of 5 (highly sensual)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings - Graphic sexual content, graphic language

Blurb -

Radio producer Jamie MacMahon is in over her head with ex-hockey player-turned host Drew Milan. She’s attracted to the man who earned the nickname “the Beast” during his playing days from the moment they meet, but he’s her boss and she loves her new job. She’s made plenty of mistakes with men and loathes the thought of being yet another plaything for Drew, a man who sleeps with women but doesn’t date them.

Drew doesn’t want to lose a great producer and knows Jamie deserves a real relationship, but can’t stay away from the sizzling chemistry they create every time they’re together. Jamie’s insecurities and the very real prospect of having to leave a great job if this thing doesn’t work out, coupled with Drew’s fears about opening his heart and the possibility of losing his first competent producer clash.

Excerpt -

By the time the show ended and Jamie thought about how long it would take her to shut everything down for the night, then hustle herself off to the subway station and take the three different trains to get to her apartment all the way out in Brooklyn, she was truly afraid she would self-combust.

Drew ran out of the place like a bomb scare had been called in, so at least she didn’t have to worry about him anymore. Nonetheless, Jamie waited a good ten minutes past when she was finished with her nightly duties, then made her way back to the small production room where she and Drew had recorded his promo earlier. She knew a copy of it would still be stored on the computer in the room, and after scooting in and shutting the door, she booted it up. She told herself she needed to check it one more time before giving it to the station manager tomorrow, but who was she kidding? She needed to hear him but in a safe environment. Where she couldn’t do anything stupid. She needed his voice to weave inside her, through her, like a drug.

The rough yet strangely melodic sounds of Drew’s voice drifted over Jamie as she leaned back in her chair. Closing her eyes, she pictured his face in her mind -- his to-die-for lips traveling down the length of her body, just as her hand was doing at the moment; his navy blue eyes, focused only on her as he brought her to orgasm… She reached the button of her jeans and eased them open, propping her feet up on the desk.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this at work, but no one was around, and if she didn’t do something to assuage this ache, she was likely to jump him the next time she saw him. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Fantasizing about the man was one thing; straddling his powerful, muscular thighs in the studio chair and offering herself to him was another. That thought brought another rush of heat to her pussy, and she moaned. She needed serious help.

At first she just teased herself a little, rubbing outside her panties, but it soon became too much. She needed relief too badly to continue to torment herself. As Drew’s voice continued to assail her from all directions in the small, windowless room, she pushed her hand down inside the waistband of her panties and through her curls until she found the damp center of her sex. The sweet smell of her musk wafted up to tickle her nose, arousing her even more.

Twirling her fingers as much as the constricting position allowed her to, she imagined they were Drew’s tongue instead. She let out a plaintive moan as the picture caused her juices to flow even more, soaking her fingers. Plunging two of them into her pussy, she pressed her thumb on her clit, craving the direct stimulation. Jamie gasped as shock waves of pleasure shot from her pussy through her clit and up her spine, her back arching. And through it all, Drew’s voice urged her to new heights.

Like what you read? Want to know what happens next? Follow this buy link to find out! Talk to Me - Loose Id

Thanks for checking out Cassandra's book! Hope you enjoyed!

Elaina

Work Wednesday: The Suspenseful

2011-08-24T06:30:00.001-05:00

Guest Excerpt - Wild & Wicked, by Jenn Nixon

2011-08-22T09:30:00.004-05:00

Morning All! Jenn is visiting my blog again, this time with the prequel to Chance of a Storm, which she featured about a month ago on my blog. :-) Please give her a warm welcome and check out her story!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Romantic Suspense

Length - 25k

Heat Level - 3 of 5 (Sensual)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

Veronica Chance’s sister has gone missing. In order to find Valerie, “Roni” takes a waitressing job at Foxxes Gentlemen’s Club, the last place her sister worked, to search for clues. First day on the job, the club owner makes her give a lap dance to his VIP guest, Mr. Storm. Veronica’s instant attraction to him spells trouble and threatens to blow her cover.

Former detective Mason Storm can’t deny the connection he feels for the wild and mysterious Roni. During the lap dance, he learns about her missing sister, offers his help, only to be rejected. Not ready to give up, he confronts her again, adding in the fact he’s see her sister in the club, but she denies him once more.

When Veronica calls, acting rather strangely, Storm finds her at the club, drugged and giving a lap dance to a kid at an illegal after party. Grateful for the help, Veronica comes clean about who she is, and accepts Storm’s offer to help. Together, they unravel the clues surrounding Valerie’s disappearance, uncover the horrible truth behind the illegal after parties, all the while exploring and succumbing to their lustful desires for each other.

Excerpt -

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to get busted…you don’t have to do this," Mason said.

“He’s probably going to watch,” Starr replied, eyes roving to the spots Karl had surveillance. Now why would a waitress know where the cameras were? “And it’s my first day.” She stepped close, drawing his attention. Long shapely legs, covered to the knees in leather, straddled his thigh. Her hips and waist were within reach, and her full bust directly eye level.

She swayed back and forth, stunningly hypnotic.

When she moistened her lips and spun around giving him a rear view, the blood rushed from Mason’s brain. Starr bent down and pressed her ass against his thighs, his entire body flashed with heat. She grinded in a circular motion, awakening and enlarging him surprisingly fast. Spinning again, she dropped to his lap, put her hands on his shoulders, and stared down at him.

With her face clear, he tried to remember where he’d seen her.

She gyrated, eyes seductively peering down. He fought the strain in his jeans with each movement, though she made it impossible. She was hotter than hell during a heat wave. Starr lifted one leg, straddled a single thigh and shook her hips again. The woman bit her bottom lip. So naughty. So his type, he loved it.

Then an image of her with red hair flashed in his mind. She’d been in the club, disguised, sitting alone at the bar, drinking here yesterday. He glanced up at her, knew he was right.

What the reviewers had to say!

Jenn Nixon’s Wild and Wicked takes readers on a very hot and suspenseful joyride they won’t want to miss. Surrounded By Books

I devoured every word and I don't know if I'll have enough patience to wait for the next book written by Jenn Nixon All Things Books

If you like characters who are well-balanced and also quite intriguing and edgy, Wild and Wicked is the book for you. Book Wenches

Want to know more and find out what happens next in Jenn's book? Follow these buy links to find out! All Romance, OmniLit

Thanks for stopping by, hope you enjoyed!

Elaina

Announcing the Winners for the Final Week

2011-08-15T10:07:00.002-05:00

For our final drawing, Sarah and I entered every person who'd commented along our blog tour who hadn't won a prize yet. All of you contributing by helping us promote, sharing the word and supporting us along the way meant so much. We thank you. We're not sure how well we've done yet as far as sales which equaled donations, but every dollar made a difference as did your continued support of our efforts.

Our stories will continue to benefit those in need for the next five months, so if you haven't made your donation and received your copy of either To Urn Her Love or Hawthorne, please consider checking them out.

Now, for the winners of our last week!

$10 Barnes & Noble Gift Card: Amy

Winner of Elaina Lee title: Cassie

Winner of Sarah Ballance title: Rue

Congratulations to our winners! And again, thank you so much to everyone who's supported us this past month, you all have been such a blessing!

Also, if you've purchased a copy of either Sarah or I's short stories through a donation, please fill out this simple form on my website for your FREE Thank You gift! We really want to show you our appreciation for your support!

Elaina

How taboo is a cliché really?

2011-08-12T06:30:00.003-05:00

While writing my hero the other night, he surprised me. I learned he doesn't like to resort to violence. As a bounty hunter, it came as sort of a shock that he didn't use all that testosterone I'd given him and put it to good use. Now granted, I shouldn't have been too surprised, in past lives he's always been rather peaceful. One of those quiet, kill-you-with-a-look types. Yet, because I'd changed his profession, I'd expected his attitude toward violence to change as well. When he proved me wrong, I was left wondering, will his lack of being a cliché hurt me?

Our entire writing career we're told to avoid the cliché That by writing something that's been done a million times over with a personal-to-us twist will make us a bad writer. Yet, what covers the shelves at the book store, virtual or brick? Usually the same hero: A single man who's sworn off relationships for no apparent reason, except maybe his parents were divorced (or hate each other) and his first love cheated on him or rejected him... He likes to fight and his gun is always on his hip, and he never misses a shot. He's never had a woman stand up for herself, or tell him how 'not desirable' he is. She brings him down a notch, and that in turn creates this burning desire. He has to have her! But just for one night, after that, he'll move on, like always... Women like this type of man for their hero, they like the dominant, kick-ass men who don't take any attitude. So what happens when the man is dominant, but not over-bearing, and he can kick-ass but chooses not to? And when it comes to women, he looks all he wants, but he's damn determined not to touch...

Is it better to write something a little abnormal, or will that disappoint readers? Is being told to write original actually a writers death sentence?

My hero will of course continue to go his own way, I can't write him any way but the way his story is supposed to be told. My heroine is scared crap-less by him, so that speaks for something, but I wonder, will writing him as a think-before-he-shoots type man make him less?

What do you as a reader enjoy? The more cliché hero, or the more true-to-life? What about a writer? What do you try to write? Do you stick to the formula or choose to make your own?

Elaina

Excerpt Thursday - Stephanie Taylor - Lucky for Her

2011-08-11T06:30:00.000-05:00

I get the awesome honor of introducing you to Stephanie Taylor's BESTSELLING novel, Lucky for Her. I will admit, I haven't read this entire story yet, but what I have, it's awesome!!! I'm waiting for my print copy (which should be here soon *taps foot, consults watch*). I hope you enjoy!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Romantic Suspense (with a little comedy)

Length - 55k (novel)

Heat Level - Sensual

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings - Birth, Comedy content some may find objectionable (though lets face it, if it makes you laugh, who cares!)

Blurb -

Lucky certainly lives up to his name. Once the fat kid in school, he's all grown up and taking prisoners, literally. He's the town sheriff and delights in handcuffing idiots. Most people barely recognize him being the fit and trim man he is now.

Lana, pregnant and alone, flees her abusive ex-husband and seeks refuge with her father in her hometown. She doesn't expect to meet a handsome man at a get-together and fall head over heels. Of course, she can't trust herself when it comes to men and she certainly doesn't trust Lucky.

Then Lana finds out who Lucky really is - the fat kid whose invitation she turned down for her senior prom. Fat Jack has now grown into a man that makes her burn inside. He even has a new name. Ashamed of the way she treated him in the past, she tries to walk away, but there's something that pulls her back to him.

Is it the fact that Lucky can protect her from her ex-husband or can love really conquer all?

Excerpt -

Sirens blared. Lights flashed. Adrenaline rushed.

Lucky O’Donnell chased hot on the tail of a white Honda.

“Pull over now, or I’ll shoot your tires,” Lucky announced over his loud speaker.

The car weaved over the double yellow lineon the two-way street, and the brake lights angrily glared at him in the near darkness of sunset. He screeched to a halt and readied his gun. His heart kicked into overdrive. After three boring years as sheriff in a hole-in-the-wall town, it was exactly what he needed to remind him of why he chose law enforcement as a career. Tonight, it wasn’t just parking tickets and spats between spouses.

A white-haired, scrawny man, wrinkled withage opened the door and moved at an impossible speed toward the ditch. Lucky was out of his patrol car in a flash.

“Freeze!” Lucky shouted with his gun drawn.

Fear shone in the old man’s eyes and he held his hands up as if to surrender, but his feet kept moving. Did he think he was going to outrun him?

“I said freeze!” Lucky shouted again. He kept his eye on the man and finally started running in his direction when the man showed no signs of slowing down.

Lucky lost sight of the old man as he rounded the car, his gun still aimed. Cautiously inching, he peeked around the edge of the back bumper in a crouch and the sight—and sound—that greeted him caused bile to rise in his throat.

“I don’t care, officer,” the old man called. “Just shoot me.” There in the ditch, the old man squatted with his pants around his ankles, groaning.

Lucky cleared his throat but kept the gun carefully aimed at him, just in case this was a stunt. Although he wasn’t quite sure how it could be. “Keep your hands where I can see them,” Lucky said quietly.

“I have a colonoscopy scheduled tomorrow. I was trying to get home. The laxative’s working a little sooner than I expected. The pharmacist told me it would work fast, but I thought I had to time to run to the store for some toilet paper. I was getting low.” The man gave Lucky a sheepish smile, and with a grunt, an apologetic glance came his way.

Lucky grabbed his walkie-talkie and calledin the tag number of the Honda. After a few uncomfortable moments, the dispatcher called back that Mr. Gary Roche was clear. Not even a ticket on his record.

The name rang a bell. He cocked his head to the side and then he remembered. Lana Roche. Cheerleader. Goddess. Momentary love of his life back in high school. This must be a relative.

“Sir, you were trying to evade the police. I’m going to glance inside your vehicle. Are you hiding anything that I should know about?”

The man shook his head. From the looks of things, he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. After a quick scan, the interior revealed a couple of hats, hospital papers, and instructions on how to prepare for a colonoscopy.

“Officer, I know I was speeding. I understand you need to write me a ticket. I’ll be happy to pay it.”

Lucky didn’t look in his direction as more grunts and sounds reached his ears. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The man was obviously telling him the truth. That didn’t mean, however, that he could speed whenever he wanted.

“Not just speeding, sir, reckless endangerment. You were swerving all over the road at speeds over seventy miles per hour on a rural road. Children play in these areas. I should take you in to the station…”

Risking a quick glance in his direction, Mr. Roche stared back at him with sad, aged eyes. Forget it. Lucky didn’t have the heart to take him in.

“But I won’t,” he finished and turned to his patrol car. “Just consider this a warning. I catch you speeding like this again and you’re in big trouble.”

At Mr. Roche’s nod, he holstered his gun and turned.

Out of pity, Lucky walked to his patrol car and grabbed handful of napkins he kept stashed in his glove compartment. When he was within a couple of arms’ lengths away, he tossed them at the old man’s feet and nodded once. The napkins scattered a little, but they could be reached. He wasn’t about to step any closer.

“Hope that helps.”

Mr. Roche called his thanks on the end of a grunt. Intestinal sounds met Lucky’s ears, and he frowned.

Lucky walked back to his car and got inside. Staring at the lights bouncing off the trees around him, he shook his head.

They didn’t call him Lucky for nothing.

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Elaina

Work Wednesday: The Paranomal

2011-08-10T06:30:00.002-05:00

Work Wednesday Theme: The Paranormal

For the Muse Design

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Elaina

Featured Guest Book - Nicole Hicks - Snow's Heat

2011-08-09T10:39:00.003-05:00

Please welcome Nicole back to my blog as she introduces her novella to you!

Book Specifics -

Genre - Paranormal Romance

Length - 16k (novella)

Heat Level - 3 of 5 (very sensual)

Sexual Orientation - M/F

Content Warnings -

Blurb -

When your husband declares you aren’t enough after ten years, don’t get mad… Get a Bic and start a bonfire!

When Sabrina’s husband decides to move on to greener, and freer pastures, she knows she has to move on herself. Wounded and alone, she escapes to a friend’s cabin to think about her future…and burn her past. Literally.

Can she rise from the ashes of her marriage a new woman, or did she lose too much trying to salvage an illusion? Dealing with the heartache of her new reality, she meets a mystery man in the backwoods. One that makes her burn with desire.

Once just a soldier, now Travis is something…more. His last tour changed him in more ways than one. Can he come to terms with what he is, while dealing with the mixture of lust and possessiveness Bree brings out in him? Or is her past too much for him to handle?

Excerpt -

Why do things never turn out as I expect?

The moonlight tried to filter through the tall pine trees, but failed except in small sporadic streams of light. Darkness enfolded the surrounding area as Bree looked out the door of the run-down cabin. She got to it too late in the day to do more than unpack her van and make sure the electricity was on before the sun completed its cycle. A broken kind of silence surrounded her. If she weren’t running from the memories of what her ex had said, the quiet song of crickets and hum of June bugs would almost be soothing. The weak moonlight could’ve been termed romantic. The night air would have been cool enough to cuddle with someone. But combined with the echoes of the harsh goodbye and feelings of inadequacy, it brought home exactly how alone she was. It wouldn’t take much to turn this romantic setting into one for a horror film. Just add some low-lying fog and scary music in the background. Shaking the dark thoughts from her mind, she turned to reenter the small cabin when the sound of dead branches cracking underfoot spun her back around to look out upon the wilderness once again.

“Who’s there?” she called before shaking her head in self-disgust. If this were a movie, I’d be yelling at the idiot woman to get into the damned house! But instead of following her internal voice of wisdom, she took a hesitant step onto the ground, hoping to catch sight of whatever had made the noise. The muted sounds of her friend’s ringtone, Hello and welcome to the mental health hotline…. If you are obsessive compulsive press one repeatedly, if you are codependent ask someone to press two, if you have multiple personalities please press three, four, five and six…made her stop and pull her phone from her pocket. She shook her head in exasperation as she flipped it open.

“Hey, sweetie, did you make it up there safe?” Her best friend’s voice sounded heartbreakingly soft with concern.

“Yeah,” Bree replied. “Safe and sound. I told you I would be fine—”

“I know you did,” Margie answered. “But you didn’t call when you got there, and with the way you left town, I was worried. Driving when you’re that upset is dangerous.”

“Yeah, well, I had to get out of that fuckin’ house,” Bree snapped before immediately apologizing. “Marge, you didn’t deserve that, it’s just that in our…his house, I feel suffocated and isolated at the same time. You know what it’s like being in a small town. Everyone knows everything, but when they know something is up before the wife does…. Well, it isn’t pleasant.” She ran a hand through her hair and paced.

“I just, I had to get out. To get away from everyone’s prying eyes, and the kids, to get myself put back together a bit. I need to have it together when I tell them their father moved on—they still don’t understand. To be ready for the questions deeper than the ones they’ve asked so far. I’ve tried to be fair when they ask questions, but it is so hard…. It’s been seven months since he told me he wanted a divorce, two months since it was final and I still expect him to walk through the door. To tell me it was a mistake—that he wants me and the kids back…. That the bitch he brought to the house when he came to get the kids meant nothing. I know that isn’t going to happen, and I don’t really want it to, it’s just a small part of me still misses him.”

“I know, sugar,” Margie consoled, “but we both know that’s just wishful thinking.”

“Exactly! And it’s something I need to get over. I know he isn’t coming back and that’s for the best. The kids are happier without the stress of us fighting, they’re doing better in school and my stress level is lower overall. I just have weak moments that overrun my common sense. And each and every time it happens, my heart breaks all over again. When he came to get the kids on our anniversary with that bitch who told the kids “You can call me Mommy”—it was like a knife in the back. I just need to take a step back, to unwind, to—”

“Get laid,” Margie popped off quickly with a light coating of laughter.

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Elaina