Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Friday, 25 May 2012
As I don't have a guest author today, I thought it was about time I ran a contest...
I am working on novella number four today and as I'm a pantser I sometimes get stuck when I'm writing with no idea where to go next - especially when the characters take me to a place I had no idea they wanted to go!
So I need your help...
If I give you the set-up, let's have some fun and you tell me what you'd like to see happen next. My favorite scenario will win a copy of either Explicitly English or Coming Back - winner's choice.
I can't guarantee it will make it onto the pages of the book but you never know...
Okay, the story is set in a rural village in the UK during the annual horse trials - there is plenty of skin-tight trousers, open shirts and often empty stables that can be taken advantage of ;)
My hero is a horse trainer, my heroine a journalist looking for a story. She happens upon a top show jumper (married and father to three gorgeous children) enjoying far too much of a good time with one of his dedicated fans. She is torn between breaking open the story to scandal or walking away. Should she? Shouldn't she? Then the hero catches her watching, he's angry, thinking this woman is purposely setting out to ruin the rider's career and marriage...what happens next? It's up to you!
Make your answers fun and inventive - this is a chance to let those naughty imaginations run wild!
I'll pick a winner on Sunday - good luck!
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Saturday, 19 May 2012
He rode into town to buy supplies, not a woman.
For hunted recluse Rafe McBride, the raven-haired beauty on the auction block is exactly what he doesn't need. A dependent woman will be another clue his vengeful stepbrother can use to find and kill him. But Rafe's conscience won't let him leave another innocent's virginity to the riff-raff bidding. He buys her, promising to return her to St. Louis untouched. He only prays the impending blizzard holds off before her sultry beauty breaks his willpower.
She wanted freedom, not a lover.
Whisked to the auction block by her devious, gambling cousin, and then sold into the arms of a gorgeous stranger, outspoken artist Maggie Monroe isn't about to go meekly. Especially when the rugged mountain man looks like sin and danger rolled into one. But a blizzard and temptation thrust them together, and Maggie yearns to explore her smoldering passion for Rafe.
But when the snow clears, will the danger and secrets that surround Rafe and Maggie tear them apart?
It was crazy. He was making her want crazy things. Making her not give a damn about her reputation or her virginity. Or her long-awaited freedom. All she could think about was that dream, and the way his sinful mouth had felt. The table was only a step away, and honey was just as sweet as peach juice…
She swallowed hard and looked up into his hooded eyes.
“Maggie,” he groaned. “Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”
Her mouth parted to object, but firm lips covered hers, hungry, demanding. She gasped, shocked at his hunger, but even more at the illicit response coursing through her. An aching heat unfurled low in her stomach, pulsed between her legs. Oh, yes. It started just like in the dream
He deepened the kiss, coaxed her lips with his warm tongue. Long, languid strokes teased the inside of her mouth, encouraging, tempting before he pulled back to nibble the corners of her lips.
Oh, God. Is this what all kisses felt like? Hot, lethargic? Melting her like molasses over warm bread?
“Kiss me, Maggie,” he breathed.
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Good morning, everyone! After visiting with Eliza at her blog yesterday, I am happy to repay the favor and have her visit with me today :) Eliza writes for Siren Publishing as both herself and Elizabeth Marchat. I can't wait to find out more about her and her writing...
Three thousand years ago, six warriors of Atlantis pledged themselves to Sienna, the Goddess of Sensuality, exchanging emotions for heightened senses and immortality in order to protect what remained of their lost world. Three went in search of their lost emotions and became unredeemable. The others maintained their honor with help from their leader, and they all became the Gods of Atlantis.
As an international banker and head of her family’s company, Miranda fulfilled her responsibilities while denying herself pleasure for years, until now. She's finally escaped. On Santorini, she takes three men as lovers who help her make-up for lost time. When emotions start infiltrating the men's souls in her presence, they discover she's the one woman capable of returning their emotions. Now they must convince her to share their love and lives for all eternity. Will she believe their fantastic tale and trust in their love enough to make the final commitment? Will she accept immortality, their bond, and their love?
Thanks for being here, Eliza - hope your visit brings lots of comments and of course, a few sales as well! Have a great day :)
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Saturday, 12 May 2012
Alexia’s stomach twisted. Soldiers marched up the pathway to the chateau. Her legs hurt from the pace Griselda kept directing her to the river’s edge. She couldn’t remember the last hour. Griselda had put her to sleep to hide a message for her brother that no one but he could retrieve on her body.
A large wolf with white fur, the hairs black tipped, watched from a distance. Cathen.
“Where are you going?” Griselda probed her for the fourth time.
“The core of Paris to see Engel VanWolf on rue Saint Antoine.” Over the past few days, the pack had become family to her. Any one of them would lay down their life for her. Now this was her chance to show them she too would do the same for them. Being caught meant death and failure. Not an option.
“Good. Do your best to stay out of sight. Cathen will watch over you as long as he can.” Griselda hugged her tight, nearly crushing her.
A kiss to each cheek was all Alexia would allow before she turned. “Your brother and I will meet up with you shortly.” She said those words as much for Griselda as herself, then took off jogging.
Dusk fell. At least the night would provide her cover. Water splashed on her boots, but she wouldn’t leave the banks of the riverbed. Down there, she could mask her scent from the werewolves the pack had warned her about.
She sensed Cathen stop. A howl carried on the breeze as though he told her to stay low and out of sight. His strong energy moved away, paused.
“I’ll be fine,” she whispered under her breath, in hopes it would ease his conscience and act as a silent prayer for her.
The male presence vanished.
Dark puffs of smoke rose into the sky. Red from the explosions reflected off the grayish clouds. The world had gone insane, and she was trapped deep in the belly of madness.
If she died tonight, she’d fail the pack. She refused to.
Male voices above her startled her. She pressed her body to the dirt and rock, trying to remain out of sight. An engine rumbled. Please God, spare her so she could help the pack. The vehicle slowed down. Thunder pounded inside her chest. Her hands trembled and breathing grew labored.
They sped off, casting dirt. She tucked in close to avoid the spray.
As she drew closer to the city, she picked up her pace. Daylight faded in the distance. A few stars managed to shine through the thick covering of smoke in the sky.
At this very moment, she’d have made a deal with the devil himself to make it through the night, but it seemed he had no interest in her. Would she die? If she did, would her life be considered a waste? Her accomplishments were little to nothing. She needed to make a difference in the world.
At least the darkness provided her a veil.
The outer streets of the city were vacant but for the patrolling soldiers. Back home, most would be barely old enough to vote, or enlist. Children fought at the front lines of wars.
How she longed for the suffering to end. Somehow, this only felt like the beginning. Death driven by the desire for a pure race. She was the furthest thing from being untainted. If caught, she too would be cleansed from the earth.
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Hi Tanith! So happy to welcome you here today. Not only is Tanith a fellow Brit, she is also a member of one of the best writing associations in the world! The Romantic Novelists Association is the UK's equivalent to Romance Writers of America and is hugely supportive of all aspiring and established romantic writers. Read on to find out why next week's Summer Party could make Tanith a very happy lady...
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Falling in love with the accident-prone but talented Briar was not what Uthiel had planned, but life with the sexy healer is adventurous, hilarious, mind-blowingly stimulating, and clearly his destiny. His soul awakens while taking her to new heights of ecstasy, yet he can't allow his own pleasure. There’s no getting around it—he must leave The Academy and pursue his quest to right the wrongs done to his people if he can ever hope to find happiness with Briar.
But is their love strong enough to mend the magic so desperately needed to preserve their world, and that touches both their souls with a searing heat?
So glad for the chance to get to know you better, Maxine! Comments? Questions?
Saturday, 5 May 2012
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Elizabeth Willow has been cursed to look so repulsive no human eyes can bear to view her. Raised in a gentle coven of witches, she is ill prepared for the realities of the harsh world she now lives in. Raised to mistrust wolf-shifters as witch-killers, she cannot seem to help being drawn to Rex. Even if she doesn't believe she is his so-called mate. He can see her as she really is and is the first person to look her in the eyes in years. Although she is not naturally devious, she sees no choice but to use Rex to gain her own freedom and her families' safety.
Together, Rex and Elizabeth will see just how evil the people around them can be. If they can trust their hearts, perhaps they will survive another night. If not, both of their battles will never be won.