Love living in California, even though I’m a transplant. Love writing and all it entails, crazy characters demanding to be let loose on the page, long hours of research, every bit of it. I raised two children and spent about twenty years in real estate before I summoned the courage to quit and do what I always wanted to do, WRITE!
While he was alive my husband was my first-stop editor and biggest fan. Now that my children are accustomed to my writing sexy novels they’re equally supportive. I’m currently finishing my 24th book, tentatively named Double Pursuit and I have four books coming out this year. My Mage series is finished and I’ve started a new series where the new hero has Elfin blood. He’s fun, as well as tall, lithe and gifted. I think I’m blessed as well as lucky. Do write me with any questions. I love to hear from readers!
Would you believe he said this?
Or her, as the case may be.
I’ve been having fun lately with quotes about that elusive emotion, LOVE. I got intriqued by the subject, went to the web and found it filled with them. Far too many to even read, let alone quote.
Here’s a few of the better ones that made me laugh, or at least smile. A few of them did neither, but made me stop and think. That’s not bad, either.
“Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.” George Bernard Shaw
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” William Shakespeare.
“Love is being stupid together.” Paul Valery
“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.” Robert Frost
“Love is a game that two can play and both win.” Eva Gabor
“It’s useless to hold a person to anything he says while he’s in love, drunk, or running for office.” Shirley McLean
Would love to know which is your favorite. Best comment gets his or her pick of my backlist, which can be found at http://www.jeanhartstewart.com/. Be sure to let me know which you like. Me? I like Shirley McLean’s! Jean, I love, Shriley McLean's! How very true!
My latest Ellora’s Cave book is Fiery Pursuit. It’s book 24 for me, and 25 is being edited, 26 is being polished. I plan eight in this series about elves. It’s filled with sex and passion, and above all, love.
When Lars uses his Elfin power to rescue Sophie from a slave market in Constantinople he knows instantly she is meant to be his mate. But the murderer
of Sophie’s father still pursues her, and Lars must all his strength to try to save her. And convince Sophie he is what she wants.
The villain who sold her into slavery reappears and Lars needs all his Elfin strength. When his power mysteriously weakens, can Lars get it back? And will it be enough to save them both?
He heard a little sob and turned and held out his arms even as Sophie rushed to him. She’d pushed herself to her feet and watched as Lars rescued her once again.
“Lars, I’m so sorry. I’m nothing but trouble to you.”
She clung to him, molding her body against his as closely as she could. She was shaking and distraught, and Lars held her tightly even as he turned to check the guards were on their way.
Lars reveled in the feeling of Sophie’s body clinging to his. Nestling against him at first with fright, and then with a shuddering sigh. He raised her beloved face to see is she knew how she was inflaming him, and saw only naked desire. She attempted to press even closer and ran her hands up and down his body even as she lifted her face for his kiss. All thoughts of denying their mutual passion fled, as Lars swung her up in his arms and spotting a grassy glade strode toward it. She clutched him tighter and wiggled her body frantically against him.
“Yes, Lars. Oh yes please.”
If she’d thought for a hundred years she could not have uttered more inflammatory words.
Lars took off his coat, spread it on a mossy patch, and lowered her to it. He kissed her on her lips and then opening her blouse, nuzzled her perfect breasts. Her belly rose as she bucked against him and Lars groaned in passion and relief from anxiety. He’d been so long without her, and now she seemed to want him at least partly as much as he wanted her. But he wouldn’t grind into her as if she were nothing but a receptacle for his lust. She was his everything, the mate he’d despaired of finding. He was determined not to rush this wonderful joining.
He let his hands drift over her perfect body, molding first her breasts, then baring them as he drew her dress down to her waist. She was already writhing and more than ready for him to continue his skillful undressing. He pulled off her shoes and drew her riding outfit over her uplifted arms. She was clad only in her shift and he gloried in the fact she never wore stays. Independence or the knowledge she didn’t need them? Maybe some of both.
He quickly unbuttoned the flap of his trousers and drawers and let his cock spring free. He was far too gone in passion to do more.
He eased her legs apart with his knees, even as he resumed his wild caressing of her face and her heaving bare breasts. Suckling her nipples and caressing her hot cleft with heated and expert hands. She responded with an ardor delighting him, twining her legs around his waist and bucking her mound against him.
“Lars, please. I want you. Now.
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