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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Excerpt Tuesday with Beth D. Carter
Once Upon a Love Story by Beth D. Carter
Excerpt:
So, Caleb
Tasker was an onion. Layers and layers hid under that muscular forest ranger
façade and she wasn’t sure if she liked that or not. She had just figured he’d
be a great diversion for the evening, something to break up the relentless
monotony, but now, she was afraid she might end up caring about what he said. And
that was dangerous.
When she’d
first arrived in Los Angeles, she’d been a sixteen year old dropout searching
for fame and fortune. She’d run away from home with a huge chip on her shoulder
thinking the world owed her something, and the streets were a mean place for a
young girl alone. She’d done some pretty stupid things. But now she had a code,
ethics that had helped save her years ago. And feeling sorry for a man was
close to the top of that list. Emotions led to acting on stupid impulses and
she refused to allow herself to be vulnerable ever again.
Still, this
was just one harmless little date. Right?
She pulled
into the Denny’s parking lot and cut the engine. He exited the car and hurried
around to her side to help her out of the car. She stared at his hand as if it
were going to bite her.
“What are you
doing?” she asked.
“A gentleman
always helps a lady out of a car.”
“Says who?”
“My momma.”
That made
Delilah smile. “My momma taught me to pick the wealthiest drug dealer on the
street and get myself pregnant by him.”
That made him
pause and blink in confusion. “What?”
She waved her
comment away. Why did she go and tell him something like that? “Never
mind. Come on.”
She locked the
car up and headed toward the door, acutely aware of the big, muscular man
behind her who towered over her. She almost felt small, which was saying
something since she stood almost six foot tall in heels. Her legs were one of
her best assets and she used them to her advantage when she danced at The Pink
Pony.
They were
shown to a booth in a back corner and the bright lights finally allowed her to
see him in vivid detail. His eyes were a sky blue and his hair was a dirty
blonde, curling around the edges of his collar. It looked soft to the touch and
her fingers tingled with the desire to bury into the crisp strands. He reminded
her a little of Daniel Craig. Very fine lines crinkled the area near his
temples, alluding to a life where he laughed a lot, but the brackets that
encircled his mouth hinted that some pain had mingled in there as well. He
looked like a man of deep emotion, one who devoted himself wholly to whomever
or whatever task he faced. She wondered if he would make love just as
thoughtfully and she shivered a little bit at the wandering thought, her body
thrumming to life with an awareness she’d never felt before.
Blurb:
Caleb Tasker lost his wife to cancer but it took him a long
time to put her memory to rest. Deciding
he needs a vacation, he accepts the gracious invitation of living in his
friend’s Malibu home for an over due holiday.
Delilah Ward grew up in rural Mississippi and ran away when
she was sixteen, moving to Los Angeles with thoughts of being anything but the
person she was born to be. But reality
settled in quickly and the bright lights of Hollywood soon faded into the dark
abyss of dancing on a darkened platform.
Caleb is used to love being easy and Delilah is used to
fighting against everything. They have
nothing in common except a wildfire attraction that won’t let go of them. But when tough choices need to be made, will
they both be able to be honest to what they really want?
Links where to buy:
My Bio:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary
circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or
corporate highrollers. I try to write
characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated
situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the
box. Music inspires me and each story has their own signature song.
I am a full time writer and stay
at home mom which means I watch a lot of animated movies. Over and over again. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I
hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult
because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in
black (it’s slimming). I hate people who
don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don’t use turn
signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially
hate discrimination in all and every form.
And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my
ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. So many
books at the touch of a button! I love
to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Facebook or
Twitter or email me at: beth@bethdcarter.com.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Love stories rock with Carlene Love
New Release Post for Alyssa Fox J
Hi Alyssa, readers and visitors! It’s great to be here today talking about hot
summer reads, rock stars and a cute country town that has no idea what it’s in
for when native son Jaxon James returns home.
Sin’s Flower was such a fun
book to write because of those opposing dynamics. I’ll give Jaxon credit, he tried to be good
for his homecoming. It just didn’t go
quite as planned. I hope you enjoy the
sneak peek I’ve brought with me today.
Stay cool and have a great summer!
Love stories rock!
Carlene Love
Sin’s
Flower Blurb:
When Jaxon James, a sexy rock star and
struggling single-father, is invited to ditch California and spend Christmas in
Tennessee with his estranged family, he hesitantly accepts for his young daughter’s
sake. But his attraction to his best
friend’s baby sister, Lily Elstone, threatens to unravel the bonds he’s made
for his daughter. The honorable thing to
do would be to give up Lily. But his
instincts are telling him she’s exactly the one who could bring light to his
life and the missing fire to his bed.
Unfortunately, Lily's too sweet for his world. He fears his rock and roll life style will
taint her. How far are Jaxon and Lily
willing to go to find what’s missing at home?
Sin’s
Flower Excerpt:
Jaxon watched Lily’s
hands sinking down into the sand from behind as hesitancy chopped up his
steps. Years of ending up in dire
situations had made him a decisive man when he needed to be. He was making one of those executive
decisions right now. It didn’t matter
why she’d come. And he was close to
dismissing his reluctance over whose baby sister she was. Not when she wore that swishing angelic
lavender top that covered her from neck to shoulder to fingertip, driving him
insane with curiosity. God, and that
flaming hair which had gone from neon just yesterday to a flattering shade of
cinnamon temptation tonight. His grip
tightened around the folding chairs he’d gone to fetch. Purposefully, he slowed down.
Then stopped.
Wanting her was one
thing, but hurting this young woman was not okay.
Standing back, he took
another couple minutes to contemplate what could happen tonight. What he could control and make happen.
He knew they should
talk. He just hoped she didn’t mind how
close he intended on being to her while that happened. His grip loosened and one of the folding
lounge chairs fell to the sand. There
would be plenty of room for the both of them on the one. He walked until he made it back to her side
and unfolded the chair to its full length.
“Uh, hi,” she said
shyly, her brow furrowing in concentration.
“Hey.” He sat down and held his arms out to assist
her. “Sit with me?” He hadn’t given her much of a choice and
caught her eye scanning the sandy trail where he’d come from. “Yeah, I figured we didn’t need that one.”
“Oh, okay. Wait, just so we’re clear here. You want me to sit, where exactly?”
God, she would kill him
tonight. That amount of cute couldn’t be
faked. “Here, with me.” Her eyes widened in disbelief so he scooted
until he was flush with the back of the nylon chair and then opened his legs,
letting one straddle each side. “There’s
room.”
“You’re crazy,” she said
shaking her head.
He let out a faked
huff. His quick decision had been too
fast for her and she wouldn’t believe this was his way of comforting her. “I’ll go fetch the other chair.”
She gouged her hand into
her hip. “Wait. It’s just…I really don’t think I’m gonna
fit.”
A hurricane couldn’t
have swayed her decision to stay put.
But she eventually bent her knees, bracing herself with strong hands,
and lowered herself until her squeezable bottom met the chair. Because he wanted her closer, he took the
liberty of placing his hands at each side of her waist and scooted her back
until she was flush with his chest and his lap.
On second thought, that
was way too close.
Someone would kill him
for the throbbing going on so close to their little sister. He wiggled an inch of space between Lily and
his now obvious and straining erection.
The last thing he wanted to do was leave her thinking he was incapable
of a conversation without sex ending up front and center. He had amazing amounts of control in that
department. It came along with all the
years he’d practiced on the road.
Tonight, plainly put, he just wanted to be close to someone, to
Lily. And this was the way he knew how
to do that.
“So what did you want to
talk about?” he asked.
“I, I don’t know.” It sounded like nerves had her.
They didn’t have to
start with words. Fuck him for his
appetite but he could say more by doing this anyway.
Hey
you, horny fucker. This is the part
where you pat her on the head, say you’re sorry, and send her back to her big
sister. This is not the time for
indulging. Pack it up, Jaxon.
Yeah, no questions about
it. That’s what he should do.
Buy
Links for Sin’s Flower:
A bit
about Carlene:
Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the
stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her
travelling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things have
always inspired her to think up edgy, intimate love stories and continue to do
so. If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have
done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.
Find Carlene
Here:
Friday, July 12, 2013
Guardian Possession by Michaela Rhua
Guardian
Possession by Michaela Rhua
Long
Blurb
Royanne longs to be free of everyone's
expectations. Meeting a mysterious stranger who she is drawn to confuses her. He
feeds her longing to be free and ignites a fire inside of her. She is aroused
by this tortured soul. When he kidnaps her and reveals his plan, she is torn
between loathing him and wanting him.
Zachriel is under orders from the Dark Master—kidnap
Guardian demon Royanne. Only hiding away until the coast is clear draws him
closer to her, especially as she seems to see the real man in him.
Rescued at last, Royanne feels uncertain what to
do. For Zachriel his past is revealed and he must face the truth. This truth
cuts to his very soul and questions who he really is. Now he must come to terms
with the lie that has been his life. Royanne fights her feelings for Zachriel.
She begins to see him as a kindred spirit. There is only one thing to do reveal
her love for him. Can she convince him her feelings are real and he is worth
loving?
Excerpt.
"Oh, okay." Royanne seemed to
accept who he was. But then, he knew she would; being a demon with the ability
to possess minds, he could easily mold her thoughts. She stepped out of the
doorway more into the alleyway.
That's
good, feel comfortable with me.
"I saw you dancing, you move
well," he commented.
"Thank you. I am Royanne." She
offered her hand.
Yes,
contact, that is what I need again.
He took his hands out of his pocket and
reached out. His large, calloused hand enveloped hers, and her warmth met his
cold. She was soft, and he wondered if the rest of her was the same.
"I'm Zach, good to meet you,"
Zach replied while inching closer. Touching her was enough to establish a link
to her mind. I have you now. She was
still wary but calm. Underneath the layers of her mind was something else.
Need. This I can work with.
"So, how you finding life at
base?" he asked, still holding her hand.
"Well, you know fun, fun, fun!" she
replied sarcastically.
He could feel she was unhappy.
"It all helps for the future, you
know." He sensed her need for freedom.
Royanne moved her hand away, but he noticed
she lingered at little as they released their grips. He had her now; her mind
was his, but he needed more. A taste of her, then the link would be stronger. Damn, there were too many people passing
the entrance to the alleyway for him to make his move now. If he got her
wanting him enough to go to a hotel room, that would be perfect.
He could read strands of desire in her
mind. He planted more, he planted himself. This little Guardian was proving
easier to manipulate than he had first thought. But what did they know of
strength? All their kind was good for was the torture of the young and weak. He
was no longer young or weak. The Dark Master had ensured they took care of him,
nurtured, and trained to be a warrior of worth. Zach reached out and touched
her bare arm lightly. With feather-like fingers, he stroked her skin. Royanne's
gaze drifted to his fingers playing on her skin. She had not recoiled, which
was good. He became bolder as he moved his hands to her shoulder. Her skin was
warm and smooth. Zach maintained eye contact, knowing it would strengthen his
bond with her. He caressed her cheek, and he slid his other hand lower to hold
her curved hip and then her rounded ass. He massaged her ass cheek, and when no
resistance was apparent, he lowered his lips to her pinky full lips, that
called to him to kiss and claim. She seemed frozen to the spot. Yes, just as he
liked them, under his control, helpless. He had her mind.
Fire met ice. She kissed him back with
equal force, which surprised him. Does
this Guardian actually want me? Her hands drifted to his hips, and he felt
her grip tighten, and she brought him closer into her. Oh hell, she tastes so good. He let his tongue play with her mouth,
then dart between those parted sweet
lips. Her mouth was wet and warm, just as he hoped her pussy would be when his
cock entered her. He cupped her breast with one hand and found her nipple taut.
Kissing down her neck, he lowered her strap down her shoulder to reveal a heavy
breast waiting for him. He played with her nipples with his fingers before his
mouth took over. He licked them all over, the tip of his tongue flicking
backward and forward.
"Oh yes," she groaned.
Then he took her wet nipple into his mouth
and sucked hard. Her hips moved with every suck. Zach wondered how wet she was.
He continued sucking but used one hand to lift her dress up and brought the
other hand straight to her panties. He was delighted to find them getting damp.
He pulled the seam aside, and he discovered she was smooth.
"Oh, so wet for me, Royanne," he
said as he kissed down her stomach.
Her mind told him she wanted his mouth
where his fingers played. He tore the scrap of material away and lifted her leg
over his shoulder. He hungered for her, so he went to work with his mouth and
tongue. Licking around her swollen lips, he sucked her clit before letting his
tongue establish a rhythm. Royanne moaned and grabbed his head, pushing her
hips farther into his face. The enemy tasted divine, sweet and musky. She was
so close, he could read her fully now.
But no! Control was important now. He could
not let her come here in this alleyway; he needed her alone to complete his
mission. He stopped and got to his feet. Her eyes were dazed, and her mind was
confused.
"Why did you stop?" she
questioned.
"Not here." He scanned the
alleyway. "I want you on a bed where I can enjoy you fully." He knew
she agreed.
"I'll get my purse and follow you
out," she said, straightening her dress.
Available
from:
Author Bio:
Michaela Rhua always dreamed
of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies
known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see
if she could do it too. Now she loves writing!
She has teenage children and
a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work
that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which
they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead
to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
Michaela is a multi-published author with Breathless Press,
Evernight Publishing and a self-published anthology with authors from The Nuthouse
Scribblers.
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