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Saturday, September 29, 2012

@ReadingRomance Day 8 #NaughtyorNice

Today is the last day of Reading Romance's Naughty or Nice tour. I'll be sending out emails to commentors this coming week with a list of my back titles to choose their free reads.

So to wrap up the 8 days of Naughty or Nice, I ask...What's the sweetest story you've ever read? What's the naughtiest?

Friday, September 28, 2012

@ReadingRomance Day 7 #NaughtyorNice Talapia

"Tilapia fillets are rubbed with a mix of secret spices, then pan fried and served on white bread with a squeeze of lemon juice." This is from All Recipes where I find 99% of my to-make items. (Those recipes I already have, I search for on All Recipes to share!)
Ingredients:
 
3 tablespoons paprika
1 tablespoon onion powder
1 pinch garlic powder
1 teaspoon ground white pepper
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon cayenne pepper, or to taste
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 teaspoon dried thyme 1/2 teaspoon celery seed
1 tablespoon kosher salt, or to taste
1 pound tilapia fillets
1 lemon, cut into wedges
4 slices white bread
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
Directions:
  1. In a small bowl or jar with a lid, make the spice blend.
  2. Mix together the paprika, onion powder, garlic powder, white pepper, black pepper, cayenne pepper, oregano, thyme, celery seed and kosher salt.
  3. Coat the fish fillets with the spice mixture, and allow to sit at room temperature for no longer than 30 minutes.
  4. Heat a heavy skillet over high heat.
  5. Add oil, and heat until it is almost smoking.
  6. Place the fillets in the pan, and cook for about 3 minutes per side, or until fish is opaque and can be flaked with a fork.
  7. Remove from the pan, and place onto slices of white bread. Pour pan juices over them and squeeze lemon juice all over.
  8. Do not underestimate the white bread. It gets quite tasty soaking up all the juices.

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Number of winners: Depends but at least 1 per day!
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Thursday, September 27, 2012

@ReadingRomance #NaughtyorNice and Suzanne Rock

Playing Hooky


Thanks so much for having me here today! Those of you who follow me know that I’m passionate about finding ways to stretch your money. In fact, my blog, Budget Romance, is dedicated to people finding ways to infuse romance into their relationship without spending a ton of money. It also gives budgeting tips, as well as marketing and creativity tips for writers. Today, I’d like to share with you something that has really helped keeping my relationship with my husband fresh – playing hooky.

I know it can be tough to keep that spark alive in your relationship - especially if you have been with your partner for a while. Finances, work and family can be stressful. Even the strongest couples often become victims of comfort and routine. Before long, they take each other for granted and the spark that brought them together begins to fizzle.

It may feel like you can't afford to play hooky from your day job, but believe me, you can. Even if you run your own business, your company will survive without you for twenty-four hours. Isn't your relationship worth it? Take a day off with your partner and do something fun. Enjoy life and each other. Do something you both enjoy or go somewhere that has pleasant memories for both of you. This doesn't have to be an expensive restaurant or hotel. You could go to the beach, or take a walk in the park. See a movie or go to the driving range. Do whatever you find relaxing and just enjoy the time you spend with your mate. Use the day to reconnect and rediscover why you both fell in love in the first place.

Have you ever played hooky with your partner? Where did you go? What did you do? I'd love to hear about it!

In the meantime, check out my new paranormal romance from Siren Bookstrand.

Buy it at Bookstrand.
Blurb:

Cyrah has denied her pagan heritage and tried to live a normal life, but visions of two sexy strangers refuse to leave her alone. She senses trouble in their auras, and knows she must try to insert herself into their lives to stop it. Her strong attraction is difficult to control however, and one miscalculation leaves her captured by a powerful Coven and tied to a Master Warlock’s bed.


When Roman recognizes Cyrah as his destined mate, he makes every effort to keep her close. He lusts after the sexy witch, but can’t deny his attraction for his personal guard, Sam. His emotions are torn and Roman is unable to bind himself to either of them. Then he learns that Sam and Cyrah feel the same. Cyrah has an idea of how all three of them can become mates, but doing so would involve extremely kinky sex, denying ancient warlock tradition, and putting all of their lives in grave danger.

ADULT EXCERPT

Using one of the plants for cover, Cyrah peeked into the side window of Roman’s office. She saw Roman clearly now, and felt the same magnetic pull she had felt earlier when she was trying to pinpoint his location. His aura surrounded him, the soft crimson telling her that his thoughts were centered on more earthly, physical things. It flickered with streaks of green. Calming streaks. She tried to catch a glimpse of the person he was talking to, but the figure remained just out of sight. She could see his aura, however. It was dark green with golden flecks. Roman was talking to a healer, or someone with a calming presence.

She continued to watch Roman as he talked. Her gaze slid down from his firm lips to his broad shoulders and then to his tight, round ass. Desire sparked in her lower abdomen, and her heartbeat quickened. She felt hot despite the central air-conditioning vent right above her.

The attraction she had felt when she first saw him in her vision was nothing like what she felt now. In her dreams he was amazing, but in reality he was breathtaking. Roman Maddock was tall and muscular and took care of his appearance. He had an authoritative presence that spoke to a spot deep inside of her. No woman could resist such commanding masculinity. Roman was definitely drool-worthy.

With each passing moment, the dull ache in her core grew. She wanted to burst into his office, strip off her clothes, and wrap herself around him like a blanket. She could never do that, however. Roman was just a man, and knew nothing of visions and the mating heat of witches and warlocks. She didn’t want to scare him.

Cyrah gasped as the other person in the office moved into her line of vision. It was the one from her dreams, Roman’s companion. She’d know that dirty-blond hair and those angular features anywhere. While Roman was long and lean like a soccer player, his companion was broader, more muscular. She suspected that Roman’s friend had spent a lot of time lifting weights or doing heavy labor to get such a chiseled physique.

Cyrah widened her eyes as she watched them interact. There was an easy familiarity about them, as if they were close friends. Roman said something, and the other man laughed. Then Roman ran his hand down his friend’s arm. The other man closed his eyes. Cyrah saw the man’s aura turn from green to bright crimson. Whatever Roman did made the other man’s thoughts turn more worldly and primal. Cyrah held her breath in anticipation.

Roman slid his hand up and cupped the other man’s cheek. Their gazes met, and Cyrah didn’t need to see their auras to know that they desired each other. Not friends, then, but lovers. She thought the information would squelch the burning heat between her thighs, but it only made it hotter.

Roman leaned forward and captured his lover’s lips. The kiss was gentle and affectionate. Cyrah inched closer to the window and pictured herself pressed in between them. What would they smell like? How would all of those hard muscles feel against her skin? She imagined them kissing her with as much passion as they kissed each other.

Roman swept his tongue into his lover’s mouth. The man eased his hands forward and began to undo Roman’s pants. Their auras turned from crimson to fire-engine red. Cyrah shivered as her need escalated.

The kiss changed from affectionate to desperate. They slanted over each other’s mouths again and again as they tore at their constricting clothes. With their pants removed and shirts unbuttoned, they palmed each other’s chest, shoulders, and ass. They ground their hips together as if they wanted to fuse their bodies into one being. Their auras blended and grew until they filled the entire room, as often happened when people felt strong emotions.

Cyrah knew that she should leave. The lovers obviously wanted some privacy. She tried to stand and walk down the hall, but she couldn’t make her feet move. Her message for them was too important. Besides, she had never seen two men kiss before, and it fascinated her. As she watched, pressure built deep inside her core, and her panties became damp. The urge to participate was overwhelming. What was wrong with her? Never before had she felt such strong desire. A primal longing pulsed through her, making her want to weep with frustration.

Cyrah grabbed her breasts in an attempt to relieve some of the ache. She squeezed and pinched her nipples as she watched the men undress each other but could barely feel her ministrations through her cleaning uniform.

What was it about these men that affected her? They were physically appealing, yes, but she had seen attractive men before. None of them caused such an intense reaction. Was it possible to die of unsatisfied lust?

Cyrah glanced behind her and confirmed that the hall was empty. She positioned herself so that most of her body was shielded by the plant and then undid her pants. She rested her head on the window as she pulled her navy trousers and panties down around her ankles. What she was doing was completely insane, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. The emotions were just too strong.

She spread her knees apart and bit back a groan as cool air kissed her wet folds. Cyrah plunged her finger into her slick channel. Her muscles stretched, but not enough. She needed more, much more. She turned back to the window.

Roman was the first to break the kiss. Both men were breathing heavily as Roman turned his lover around and bent him over the desk. Cyrah moistened her lips as Roman walked around to the other side and grabbed something out of one of the drawers. What was he doing?
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

@ReadingRomance Day 5 #NaughtyorNice

No, it's not Friday, but I thought I'd post this anyway. Mostly because it's getting cooler (I'm a summer gal myself) and thought I'd dig out some of my crock-pot recipes when I found this delicious one on bacon-wrapped cocktail wieners I thought I'd share. And then there was this distressing article on bacon shortages!

Prep Time: 45 Min
Cook Time: 45 Min
Ready In: 1 Hr 30 Min

Ingredients
1 pound sliced bacon, cut into thirds
1 (14 ounce) package beef cocktail wieners
3/4 cup brown sugar, or to taste

Directions:
1.Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C).
2.Refrigerate 2/3 of the bacon until needed. It is easier to wrap the wieners with cold bacon.
3.Wrap each cocktail wiener with a piece of bacon and secure with a toothpick. Place on a large baking sheet.
4.Sprinkle brown sugar generously over all.
5.Bake for 40 minutes in the preheated oven, until the sugar is bubbly.
6.To serve, place the wieners in a slow cooker and keep on the low setting.

Amount Per Serving Calories: 163
Total Fat: 10.5g
Cholesterol: 26mg
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What you can win here: Any of my backstories
Number of winners: Depends but at least 1 per day!
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

@ReadingRomance Day 4 #NaughtyorNice

Oktoberfest is going on now, and since it's a Regency (1810) happening, I thought I'd post a bit about it. This year is the 179th Oktoberfest in Munich and it's gone from a celebration of a royal wedding (not a happy one--Ludwig had many affairs and the people loved Therese) to an all out tourism extravaganza.

It began with the Royal Wedding on 12 October 1810.
Crown Prince Ludwig, later to become King Ludwig I, was married to Princess Therese of Saxony-Hildburghausen on 12 October 1810. The citizens of Munich were invited to attend the festivities held on the fields in front of the city gates to celebrate the happy royal event. The fields were renamed Theresienwiese ("Theres'a Fields") to honor the Crown Princess, although the locals have since abbreviated the name simply to "Wiesn". Horse races in the presence of the royal family marked the close of the event that was celebrated as a festival for the whole of Bavaria. The decision to repeat the horse races in subsequest years gave rise to the tradition of Oktoberfest. 

The Oktoberfest continues in 1811
In 1811, an added feature to the horse races was the first Agricultural Show, designed to boost Bavarian agriculture. The horse races, which were the oldest - and at one time - the most popular event of the festival are no longer held today. But the Agricultural Show is still held every three years during the Oktoberfest on the southern part of the festival grounds. 

More and more things to see and do
In the first few decades, the choices of amusements were sparse. In 1818, the first carousel and two swings were set up. Vistitors were able to quench their thirst at small beer stands, which grew rapidly in number. In 1896 the beer stands were replaced by the first beer tents and halls set up by the enterprising landlords with the backing of the breweries. The remainder of the festival site was taken up by a fun-fair. The range of carousels offered was already increasing rapidly in the 1870's as the fairground trade continued to grow and develope in Germany.
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Monday, September 24, 2012

A Holiday to Remember: Justine Elyot and sexy secrets



A Holiday to Remember

 
Hello, everyone, it's lovely to be here with Kristabel and I love her chosen topic of holidays. As it happens, I've just come home from one – on the Isle of Wight. It was terrific, but it's not the one I'm going to talk about today.

Since I'm here to tour my new novel, Saxonhurst Secrets, I thought it would be very easy for my post to tie into the book, because the village setting is based on a real place – and I have taken holidays there myself, staying with friends and family members.

Now, I'm not going to say exactly where the village is, but I can tell you that it's in the Midlands of England, not far from the Cotswolds and the Malvern Hills, and I'm going to tell you about a few great places to visit in the region.

  1. Chipping Campden

A beautiful little town, built of characteristic honey-coloured Cotswold stone, this is well worth a visit if you like poking around little crafty/antique shops and pretending to be a character in a Jane Austen novel. I love that kind of thing, so I always enjoy a day out here.


  1. Warwick Castle

Fittingly, given that my novel is paranormal and Warwick Castle is reputed to be haunted to the hilt. Excellent dungeons, amazing exhibitions and a chance to pretend to be medieval instead of Regency. Picture all those imaginary knights on the battlements!


  1. The Rollright Stones

These ancient monuments dating back to the Neolithic and Bronze Ages always give me a feeling of mystical chill. Very appropriate to the book, I think. Who built them? Nobody knows. Why did they build them? Probably for the purposes of burial rituals. There is a story that one of the stones is a knight who was turned that way by a witch – another interesting clue to the book.


So, if you're ever down Saxonhurst way – you know where to visit!

Blurb:

On the surface, Saxonhurst is like every other sleepy English village in the Vale of Parham.

But what explanations are there for its unfailingly bountiful harvests, its amazingly successful cricket team, its bizarre and bacchanalian May Day rituals?

New vicar Adam Flint is bent on finding out why Saxonhurst has the nickname 'most godless village in England'. With the help and hindrance of village siren Evie and the strange and remote Lady of the Manor, Julia, he uncovers closets full of skeletons. And not just skeletons - flesh and blood bodies rich in temptations as well...

Will the secrets of Saxonhurst be Adam's ruin?

Where to buy:

@ReadingRomance Day 3 #NaughtyorNice

Here it is, Day 3 of the Naughty or Nice blog hop. I'm awaiting conversion of my final Hellfire Club Erotique, Devil's Pawn. But here's an excerpt from that story:


Graham looked at the other man. He seemed perfectly at ease with himself; the candlelight made his dark skin gleam. Shaking his head at his own romanticism, Graham wondered at this man, this foreigner.
            He’d been perfectly honest when he told Trent he’d watched him and wanted him. In the last weeks he found honesty cleansing—if he was to go to his grave a young man, he wanted to do so with as few falsehoods as possible.
            The Club had been abuzz with rumors about the Turk since his arrival, yet Malik Trent had done naught to answer any of their many questions. Though he knew little of Trent, Graham couldn’t help but…hope. A dangerous emotion that, but nonetheless hope did stir within him.
            Could this man help?
            Studying him through hooded eyes, Graham wondered. He wanted Trent, and it was obvious Trent wanted him as well. But could he trust the Turk?
            “I would appreciate your help,” he began, almost surprised at the admission. “However, I don’t wish to see you entangled in this unsavory business.”
            “Explain the business to me,” Trent interrupted before Graham could continue.
            Loosening his cravat, which he hadn’t tied properly anyway, Graham slowly nodded. No one had actually offered to help. Then again, he hadn’t exactly shouted throughout the Club the reasons for his suddenly licentious behavior in a group filled with lustful abandonment.
            He stalked to the sideboard and poured a drink. Whisky, not wine, filled his goblet, but Graham didn’t care and knocked it back like a tavern whore.


 
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What you can win here: Any of my backstories
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Sunday, September 23, 2012

@ReadingRomance Day 2 #naughtyornice

I just realized I need 2 more titles for my Victorian Menage series. It's a 6 book series, 1 for every month of the Parisian World's Fair with alternating f/f/m and m/m/f. Here are the 4 titles:



Seduction of my Proper Wife (currently being edited) f/f/m
Wicked Seduction (current WIP) m/m/f
Masterful Seduction f/f/m
The Wallflower's Seduction m/m/f

Possible: Seduction of a Scoundrel or The Scoundrel's Seduction

Any ideas for the last title? Right now I think it's my marriage of convenience story but since it's pretty far in the loosely-based around the fair series, I'm not 100% certain of that.


 
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The Naughty or Nice Giveaway Hop was organized by Nat @ Reading Romances!
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What you can win here: A copy of any of my backstories
Number of winners: At least 1 per day!
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How to enter: Leave a comment! It's as simple as that.
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Saturday, September 22, 2012

@ReadingRomance #naughtyornice Day 1

Today is day one of the @readingromance's Naughty or Nice giveaway.

The question is: Which do you prefer?Nice doesn't mean not sexy.

Naughty doesn't mean not nice.So...naughty or nice? I prefer naughty. :)...

For more information.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Blood Memories by KJ Dahlen

Kim Dahlen lives in a small town (population 495) in Wisconsin. From her deck she can see the Mississippi River on one side and the bluffs, where eagles live and nest on the other side. She lives with her husband Dave and dog Sammy. Her two children are grown and she has two grandchildren. She loves to watch people and that has helped her with her writing. She loves to create characters and put them in a troubling situation then sit back and let them do all the work. Her characters surprise even her at times. At some point in the book they take on a life of their own and the twists and turns become the story. Of all the stories she could write she found she liked mystery/thrillers the best. She likes to keep her readers guessing until the very end of the book.

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Kim will be awarding a $20 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.


Spare Time Hobby that isn't writing:


I love to escape the whole world at times, as often as I can. I found how to escape my reality for my favorite authors ‘reality any time I choose. All I have to do is pick up a book. I can go anywhere in the world I want to and I don’t even have to leave my own home.


I love to read about faraway places and places close by. Sometimes I want to read a mystery and sometimes I’ll read about two lovers facing an impossible situation. I don’t really care for the blood and gore of horror but I’ve found a liking to fantasy, romance, mystery, espionage, and every once in a while I’ll read erotica.


If an author can take me into his/her world even for a little while I’ll go on vacation every chance I get. I was lucky enough to hostess a publishing company for a year or so and we had some very good writers. It was great. I’ve read thousands and thousands of books over the years and some of the books I’ve read more than once, just to relive the experience I got the first time.


I love to read and every once in a while I’ll challenge myself to read about something different each month. I have books about everything from soups to nuts and that’s when I found another thing to love, I became fascinated by forensic. I read how the police look for evidence and process it, if I were a younger woman I know what I would want to be when I grew up, but as it is I’ll just read about it and be happy.


Books are my little secret fling. I just love them, they are like a guilty pleasure I keep to myself.


BLURB:

When an accident turns out to be not an accident but murder Savannah must solve a double murder that happened over twenty years ago to find the truth. She was the only witness to her parent’s murder and now their killer is after her. She puts her trust into a man her aunt has known and all these years but evidence soon points to him being involved with the man she thinks killed her parents. Will she prove him innocent or fall prey to his intent? Her life and over two million dollars in diamonds is at stake.

Excerpt:

As the dirt hit the casket, the sound it made echoed through the cemetery and caused Savannah to flinch. The sound was so final but then so was death. Savannah's heart was breaking as she listened to the thud of the earth hitting the wood of her aunt's final resting place. She glanced at the temporary headstone marker. Tears rolled down her cheeks when she read the name on the marker, Donna Marie Kelley.

A voice inside her head screamed at her that the name on the headstone was wrong. It should have read Donna Marie Weston, not Kelley. Donna had been the one person in her young life who protected her after her parents died. She was the one who held Savannah when she was sick or the nightmares got the best of her. Donna had been there to make her laugh and kept her safe all these years.

Donna had died four days ago in a car accident. Her car plunged off the road and down into a ravine. The paramedics said she might have lived if help had arrived right after the accident, but Donna wasn't found until the next day. She had been all alone and in pain when death came to call.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she thought of how long Donna had suffered. The medical examiner's report told her that Donna suffered two broken legs and a fractured rib. The rib punctured her lung and eventually her abdomen filled with blood. The coroner had determined she bled to death internally. The police were looking into the accident, but she knew there was nothing they could do. There wasn't anything anyone could do. Donna was gone and now she was alone in the world.

Savannah glanced at the temporary marker again. She knew Donna wouldn't want her real name on her final resting place but she was tempted to put it there. Savannah George wasn't her real name either. She had been born Georgia Michelle Corbin, but she hadn't been called Georgia for a long, long time, almost a life time, her lifetime.

Glancing toward the sky, Savannah could see the dark gray clouds. It looked as dreary outside as she felt inside. Donna's death had been the result of a car accident, and Savannah hadn't had time to think about her future yet.

Savannah had turned her head to watch the sound when she felt someone walk up behind her. Spinning around she saw a man she didn't know standing there. He was tall and blonde with a full beard. His dark grey eyes were somber as he glanced at the grave in front of him. He turned to look at Savannah before he spoke. "Hello, my name is Jack Russell. I'm sorry to disturb you at a time like this, but I was your aunt's attorney."

Savannah grimaced. She stared at the older, well -dressed man standing in front of her and couldn't help but wonder why Donna felt the need for an attorney. "I wasn't aware she had an attorney," she finally said.

Jack tilted his head. "I haven't had contact with her for a number of years but she first came to see me nine years ago. She told me she had just moved to Seattle, and she wanted me to keep something for her. She gave me this package to give to you upon her death."

Savannah accepted the package from him and glanced at it. She raised her gaze back to Jack's face. "Did she tell you what was in this package?"

Jack stared at her for a moment. "She told me to say you would find the answers to all the questions you wanted to know growing up in there. She said you would find out why she had to keep you safe and a mystery only you could solve." He hesitated, "I didn't know your aunt very well, but I'm sorry she died."

Savannah watched as he turned and walked away. The package she held was heavy, and her curiosity was getting the better of her. She caught her breath as she glanced at the package and saw Donna's handwriting on the outside. She had written her name on the package.

Where to buy the book:

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Blitz for The Soul Within

Up for a paranormal erotic romance? One with a cool giveaway of a $20 Total-e-Bound or Amazon gift card to one random commenter during the tour? Hot cover? Forbidden love? Yes? Read on!


Here's a bit about Nancy:
Nancy’s addiction for a good trash novel began in her late-teens when her grandmother gave her a bag of Harlequin Romance books. She was hooked and spent the next few years lurking in the dark corners of used bookstores searching for her next fix. Until, one marriage and two kids later, her own ideas had her jumping up at 3 am (much to her husband’s annoyance) and typing them into her laptop. Beside her husband and children, Nancy has three passions, rearranging furniture, buying bed linens and, of course, writing. Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two over sized lap dogs.

Email address
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Website: to come – will let you know if it is up and running before tours start


Blurb:
Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not 'go away' and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.

Excerpt:
“Go. Please,” she implored again. The look on her face caused him to frown. Not because she had recited those words, yet again, to him but because he was actually considering giving her what she wanted and leaving her alone. He wished he could give her that, but he wouldn’t. Besides, he didn’t like it when people lied to him and she was lying. She was capable of putting him back into his body—he read it on her face, in the movement of her hands and body.

The Guardian Project had spent long hours and millions of dollars teaching their soldiers how to read and interrupt body language. After all, if the people he hunted were on his kill list, they’d been good enough to avoid traditional police and military forces and he had to be better in order to stop them.

Deep in his gut he knew there was more—she wasn’t telling him the whole truth. Shit she wasn’t really telling him anything. It didn’t matter—he would not walk away just because Eve was scared. He would not let Miles kill Jillian. She and her baby would live.

He shook his head. “No.”

She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. “I won’t help you.”

“Yes you will.” He took a step closer to her. “And I’m going to haunt you until you give me what I want.”

“Haunt me.” Her eyes grew wide as a shiver shook her from head to toe.

“Mmm.” He winked. “I’m not leaving your side until you put me back in my body.”
Heavy footsteps echoed on the front porch.

“No,” she whispered, her eyebrows pressed together. “I won’t help you.”

“Yes. You. Will.”


Monday, September 17, 2012

Seduction of my Proper Wife excerpt

From my new ménage series, Victorian Ménage at the Parisian Exposition. While technically this could be called book 1, all 6 books are connected only through the Parisian Exposition of 1889 and as such can be read alone or as part of the series.

Seduction of my Proper Wife: A Victorian Ménage at the Parisian Exposition

Excerpt:
The curtai
ns fell behind them, shrouding them in privacy.

Aria sat on a cluster of pillows, higher than the ones beneath her. Lillian began to sit beside her, but Aria stopped her.


“No, Lillian,” she said and motioned before her. “Sit here.”

She spread her legs open, the kaftan bunching between her legs. Aria bit back a moan as Lillian slowly sat before her, the material of her own gown rubbing her intimately. She tugged it higher so that Lillian pressed against her bareness. However, Lillian remained still, holding herself away from Aria, who wanted none of that. Not only did she want to feel Lillian between her legs, this was the next stage in the English beauty’s education.


Pulling her against her, Aria whispered, “Relax, Lillian. Breathe in deeply and breathe out.”


Her hand stroked one of Lillian’s hands, and she rested her chin on Lillian’s shoulder. “Look at how I touch you. Watch our hands together.”


With her other hand, she stroked up Lillian’s left arm, moving the sleeve of the kaftan up as she did so.


“Look up, Lillian,” Aria whispered, mouth against the other woman’s cheek. “Watch through the curtain.”


The curtain was open now, her friends having done so specifically for this. Aria hadn’t needed to cajole them to agree to such an exhibition of love and sex, they were more than happy to comply. But then they were also open to almost anything anyone suggested.


Still, Aria felt it important to show Lillian how it could be between two people; in this case two women. She’d learn soon enough what her husband felt like as he moved within her, but only another woman knew where and how to touch, to tease, to arouse.


They wore the sheer fabric most of the women wore when not dancing. The openness of their private rooms allowed that. Salama and Kit kissed each other, hands moving lightly over the other’s body.


Aria felt Lillian’s breath catch, but she didn’t move. For a moment, Aria wondered if she breathed at all. But then she released her breath in a long, slow whoosh, and Aria knew she was captivated by the sight.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Friday Recipe: Sausage Bread

Yes, it's football season...but in another month it'll be hockey season and that's a reason to celebrate! This is a relatively fast and easy snack to make, though I have to warn you: May Be Addicting!

Now I'm sure you can use any healthy meat you want, but I prefer the old-fashioned way. And cheese. Because cheese (much like chocolate) make everything better!

The recipe from All Recipes didn't give prep times, but I'd say about 30 min, assuming the sausage isn't frozen (I speak from experience) and you don't accidently leave the burner unattended for the merest moment and set off the fire alarm...just sayin'.

This recipe originally called for MSG, but since I've heard all horrible things about it, and I don't even know where to buy it, I took it out. When I made mine, it was without a recipe just by taste. But if you like MSG, here's that part: 1 teaspoon monosodium glutamate (MSG)

Ingredients
1 (16 ounce) package hot bread roll mix (I use pizza dough--fast and cheap!)
2 pounds pork sausage (Sweet Italian for me)
2 (8 ounce) packages pepperoni, finely chopped (I nixed that, I don't like pepperoni, but it's all to taste)
5 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
3 cups shredded mozzarella cheese (I doubled that, with a dash or 2 more. Frankly, using 2 packages of the pre-shredded is best=4 cups)
2 cups shredded Cheddar cheese (Save yourself the trouble, buy the pre-shredded!)
2 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons dried parsley
2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 teaspoon dried minced onion
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
2 eggs, beaten

Kristabel's note: I didn't add in parsley, garlic powder, onion, or oregano because with Sweet Italian sausage it's unnecessary. But as with pretty much everything, it's all to taste!

Directions
Prepare roll mix according to package directions, letting rise only once, about 1 hour.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper.
In a large skillet brown the pork sausage and pepperoni and drain well.

In a large bowl, combine the cooked sausage mixture, parmesan cheese, mozzarella cheese, cheddar cheese, 2 beaten eggs, parsley flakes, garlic powder, MSG powder, onion flakes, and oregano.

Stir until well combined.

Divide the risen dough in two. On a floured board roll out one half to a rectangle about 1 inch thick. Spread 1/2 of the filling over the rectangle. Starting at the wide end roll two times then fold in the sides. Continue rolling until the end, making sure the seal is on top. Repeat with remaining half.

Place rolls on the prepared baking sheet. Brush generously with beaten egg. Use toothpicks to help hold the seam shut. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 1 hour.

Nutritional Information
Amount Per Serving Calories: 417 Total Fat: 31.5g Cholesterol: 102mg

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Casey Sheridan's Corporate Spy

Sent to steal a secret file, Aimee breaks into the apartment of Bill James, the handsome employee of a rival company. But before she can get her hands on the file, Bill returns home unexpectedly.

Is Aimee caught in the act? Or is it mission accomplished?

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Excerpt:

When Aimee stepped inside the room, her foot kicked a stack of frames leaning against the wall. She closed the door behind her, and crouched down to get a better look; that’s when she noticed the large black digital camera on the floor next to the frames.

Each frame contained a black and white photograph: a Dodge Viper with a leggy brunette, a young man sitting on a Ducati motorcycle, a woman holding an umbrella and giving the photographer a coy look over her shoulder, and a tumble-down stone cottage standing in the middle of a desert.

Nice work, she thought. Too bad she didn’t have time to look through the rest of them. The time on the nightstand clock told her she’d better get straight to work.

Aimee quickly made her way over to the desk and shuffled through the papers scribbled with notes on photo shoots and web design. She sifted through folders with more notes and drawings of photography ideas that lay around the computers. Clearly, he got into photography when he wasn’t out riding his bike.

She then rifled through a box with numerous flash drives. Not one of them was the drive she needed. She had to find the right one.

She glanced at the clock. Only twenty minutes left. Twenty minutes before he would be back. Twenty minutes to look for a gold flash drive that could be hidden anywhere.

She rummaged through the desk drawers, moving pens, pencils, and markers. She checked inside the box of staples; opened envelopes and looked through their contents. She even dumped out a box of paperclips, hoping the drive would be hidden among them. Then she checked the underside and back of the drawers for any secret compartments.

Fifteen minutes left.

Her shoulders slumped as she slid the last drawer back into place, and then she turned to scan the room.

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. Where could it be?

A faint noise caught her attention, and she tilted her head to one side, trying to catch every sound, but she heard nothing other than the ticking of the clock.

Aimee knelt on the floor and looked under the bed, hoping there would be a lockbox or something that held the drive inside, but there was nothing. That’s when she heard it–the unmistakable clatter of keys as they landed on a table. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat.

He’s back early!

As she knelt next to the bed, she could hear him whistling as he came closer to the bedroom. Her gaze darted frantically around the room. She had to find a place to hide. But where? She jumped up, rolled across the mattress, and scooted into the closet just moments before the bedroom door swung open.


Casey Sheridan wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and she loved writing it so much she never stopped. Her erotica and erotic romance has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.

She loves to read and write, could spend all day in a book story, art museum, or chocolate shop. She also enjoys music, watching movies, and spending time with those she loves.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

New favorite TV show #coppertv

How do I love this show, let me count the ways:

  • Tom Weston-Jones might not be the hottest guy on TV but he's rugged, scruffy, and oh so sexy when he's chasing down the bad guys.
  • Can't name the supporting cast yet (except Dr. Freeman who is way more fleshed-out as a character than anyone else) but they're just as interesting.
  • The history of the era is excellent and wherever they're filming this, the sets are pretty awesome.
  • Yes, when boiled down to its finest point, Copper is a police procedural. Normally, I don't like police procedural, but this one is different--it's not contemporary, the rules are different, the laws are different.
  • Sure, there's a (rather typical) storyline about poor Corcoran's family but he's a good enough actor to pull it off without burdening the audience.

Copper is on BBC America on Sundays.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Friday Recipe: Slow Cooker Pulled Pork

Have I posted this before? I love crock pot meals and I love pulled pork. Any recipe I make combining these two wonders of society is always delicious.

PrepTime
10 Min

Cook Time:
7 Hrs

Ready In:
7 Hrs 10 Min

Ingredients
  • 1 (2 pound) pork tenderloin
  • 1 (12 fluid ounce) can or bottle root beer
  • 1 (18 ounce) bottle your favorite barbecue sauce
  • 8 hamburger buns, split and lightly toasted

Directions

  1. Place the pork tenderloin in a slow cooker; pour the root beer over the meat.
  2. Cover and cook on low until well cooked and the pork shreds easily, 6 to 7 hours.
  3. Note: the actual length of time may vary according to individual slow cooker.
  4. Drain well.
  5. Stir in barbecue sauce.
  6. Serve over hamburger buns.

Amount Per Serving Calories: 335 | Total Fat: 5g | Cholesterol: 49mg

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Review: Star Crossed

Back in July, I hosted Kele here for a quick blurb and excerpt about her latest, Star Crossed. Then I thought, wow, this sounds like a great book and I must read! For those who missed July's post about Star Crossed.

Let me start off by saying I don't do UFC or MMA. Nope. But man, this story is HOT! And well written. And completely captured my attention. I hate to write a review with spoilers, I think it's unfair to the reader, so let me say a couple things I think will make you want to read this story as well:
  • Characters are well-written and intense.
  • Sex scenes aren't repetitive and are nicely done.
  • Despite my dislike of UFC/MMA, I didn't feel bombarded with jargon and description of the ins and outs (like I sometimes do with a Tom Clancy or Robert Ludlum book) This was the right mix of information and keeping the story moving.
  • I'm a total sucker for star-crossed lovers. Completely. It's one of my favorite romance troupes, and frankly Kele Moon does it perfectly here!
  • And no...despite the names (all too much frankly and a bit too heavy-handed but eh, I can overlook that), I enjoyed the play between Jules and Romeo.
  • Loved the use of modern technology that didn't seem overdone, which was all too possible, but it added to, not detracted from the relationship build-up between the lovers.
  • Good secondary characters, but I'm not sure yet. Could be my love of Romeo took away from everything else.
  • Not a fan of a prologue that then goes into a first chapter 5 days earlier, but I supposed Ms. Moon wanted to start us off with hot sex. I can live with that.
  • I can do without all the dirty-talk, but I'm sure other readers like it and it did seem to go with the story as written.
  • Alpha men. Alpha women. (with a little of the same-old/same-old misunderstandings tossed in)
The back story might have made a bit more sense if I'd read the first Battered Hearts story, but didn't detract so much that I was lost. And oh, yes...I'll be picking up Defying the Odds. All in all, I give this a 5 star review for holding my attention, teaching me about I subject I completely lack knowledge of, and interesting me enough to pick up her other books.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Too Close for Comfort Release Blitz
Adriana Kraft ~ Too Close for Comfort
Series: Swinging Games, Book Nine


ABOUT SWINGING GAMES, THE SERIES: Are you curious about the swing lifestyle? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to participate in a threesome or more-some? How about a little voyeurism? In our Swinging Games series at Extasy Books you can experience the thrill of anticipation, the anxious moments of that first lifestyle encounter, the heat of three, four and more-way erotic adventures, house parties, swing clubs and more, through the eyes of our hero and heroine, Brett and Jennifer Andrews. Here’s how they got their start:


What’s a girl to do? Happily married with all her children grown, Jennifer Andrews has finally figured out she’s bi-sexual – but just turning on to hot f/f fiction and videos isn’t enough. She wants the real thing, and she want to share it with Brett. Addition sounds so much better than subtraction. Will the swing lifestyle be the answer they’re seeking? They’re determined to find out.


BLURB: Too Close for Comfort
It all seemed so simple: Sarah Creston would move in for the summer, Brett and Jen Andrews could revel in their new threesome, and everyone else would understand. But now Donna and Ryan – their best friends and lovers – won’t speak to them, and Jen seems so infatuated with Sarah that even Brett is worried about the consequences.


Battered from the double whammy of her husband’s death and caring for her aging parents, Sarah Creston thrills to Jen and Brett’s exquisite care and ravishing sex. Now that she’s had her first taste of a woman, will she be satisfied – or will she want more? Everything hinges on what Sarah wants.




AVAILABLE FROM
http://www.extasybooks.com/too-close-for-comfort/
http://www.amazon.com/Close-Comfort-Swinging-Games-ebook/dp/B008IVMFVK
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Close-Comfort-Swinging-Games-ebook/dp/B008IVMFVK/ref=sr_1_10?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1342697016&sr=1-10
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-toocloseforcomfort-910778-146.html
http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b134448/Too-Close-for-Comfort/Adriana-Kraft/?si=0


REVIEW Read what author and reviewer Destiny Blaine had to say at Romance Reviews by Authors: http://romancereviewsbyauthors.blogspot.com/2012/08/book-review-too-close-for-comfort-by.html




With a gift for writing remarkable dialogue, Adriana Kraft used her characters to show how swingers are able to manage the lifestyle, hold a marriage together, and pursue other relationship interests while remaining true to their lifelong commitments. The scenes between multiple lovers weren’t forced or unnatural. In fact they were beautifully relayed in a fashion which draws the reader into the heart of these characters' most intimate moments.

EXCERPT
“I don’t want you hurt, Jen.” Brett crossed his legs and uncrossed them. “Hell, I don’t like seeing our friends hurt, either.”


“I know. I know. But you’ll support me.”


“Of course, I will. But Sarah is her own person in all of this. She may not fit into our lives at all over time. We might just be a stepping stone on her journey.”


Jen tensed, certain Brett could see the blood draining from her cheeks.


“She may become too possessive.” Brett twisted his mouth in thought. “Or maybe she’ll be more like us than you realize.”


“What do you mean?”


“Maybe she’ll be as intrigued and fulfilled with swinging as we are.”


“Do you really think she’ll swing on her own?”


“She found us, didn’t she?”


“Yes, but...”


“Maybe she’ll swing with us. Maybe she’ll swing on her own. Maybe this taste of swinging with us will satisfy her curiosity by the end of summer and she’ll be ready to go find a guy and live happily ever after.”


“But you don’t believe that?”


“Who knows? Given how I saw her respond to her first taste of a woman, it’s hard to imagine she’ll give up women completely.


Jen wet her lips. “She was wonderful. I’m just so pleased I was her first.”


“I know you are. All I’m saying is I’ll be surprised if you’re Sarah’s only woman.”


Jen crossed her arms under her breasts. “I know that.” Her voice cracked. “No matter what you think or Donna or Ryan...” Jen felt her pulse quicken. “I’m not wanting to keep Sarah for myself. But she needs time.”


“Okay.” Brett exhaled softly. “Time is what you have. But I’m not sure Sarah’s timetable and Donna and Ryan’s timetable are going to necessarily match yours.”

ABOUT ADRIANA KRAFT
Adriana Kraft is the pen name under which my husband and I co-write erotic romance. I don’t know if that makes us hot, but it sure heats up our lives, and we love passing on the spice and the heat to our readers. Our tag line is Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More, so you can probably guess ménage is our favorite genre to write. Romance Junkies says our work is “filled with warmth, blazing hot sex, well-developed characters…not for the faint of heart.” We hope you’ll stop by and check us out!


ADRIANA KRAFT ON THE WEB:
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Sapphic Planet: http://www.sapphicplanet.com/


Monday, September 3, 2012

Victoria Vane, Devil DeVere, and one Hot Series

A lover of history and deeply romantic stories, Victoria combines these elements to craft romantic historical novels and novellas for a mature reading audience. Her writing influences are Georgette Heyer for fabulous witty dialogue and over the top characters, Robin Schone , Sylvia Day, and Charlotte Featherstone for beautifully crafted prose in stories with deep sensuality, and Lila DiPasqua for creative vision in melding history with eroticism. Ms. Vane also writes award nominated romantic historical fiction as Emery Lee.

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Best Vacation Ever


My best vacation ever was twenty-seven years ago when I was newly married and working as a travel agent. I had attended a promotional event sponsored by the now defunct Trans World Airways, and won a raffle for two round trip tickets to anywhere in the world that they flew! It was truly the opportunity of a lifetime!


After months of planning, my husband and I boarded a plane from New York to Rome. We spent several days exploring the wonders of this ancient city before boarding a train for Venice where we were to board a cruise ship. We stayed at a luxury resort on the Lido and then cruised the Mediterranean for a week to include stops at various Greek Islands, as well as Turkey, and what is now Croatia. The cruise ended in Athens, where we once more explored the ruins before boarding another flight for Egypt, since my husband had always dreamed of seeing the pyramids.


That was May of 1985 and truly a fantasy vacation, but to our shock, exactly a month later, one of the same flights we had taken(TWA 847) was hijacked by Hezbollah and Islamic Jihad! I am so thankful that we returned safely. We were only twenty-one and twenty-three years old, and not very cautious travelers. Still, it's still a trip we will never forget.


Blurbs:


(Book #1) A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE: What happens when a struggling actress and a grieving widower come together in a night of unbridled debauchery orchestrated by a bored and machinating rake? With the devil in charge — there will surely be hell to pay!


(Book #2) THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS: Desperate times call for devilish measures…Lady Vesta Chambers is accustomed to getting what she wants, but when the object of her passion has eyes for another, it’s time to take matters in hand!


(Book #3) THE DEVIL YOU KNOW When dealing with the devil it's easy to be burned…especially when passion ignites the flames…


Beautiful, respectable, and dutiful, Lady Diana Palmerston-Wriothesley has long resigned herself to her loveless marriage …until her husband's gambling pushes them to the brink of ruin. Viscount Ludovic, "The Devil DeVere", is a man accustomed to taking what he wants according to his whim until he encounters a woman who won't be had at any price. But will a single night of heavenly passion damn them both forever?


(Book #4) THE DEVIL'S MATCH: Once burned twice shy… but when old flames come together…passion reignites...



BOOK ONE A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE:


DeVere, on the other hand, evinced no such qualms. He had already loosened his cravat and was stripping off his coat.



"As I said earlier, there is no need," Phoebe insisted. "A couple of buttons and a raised petticoat are all the business requires."



"How delightfully unromantic you are, my dear!" He chuckled. "But while most men would be charmed to comply with your simple wishes, I have quite another game in mind. One that most definitely requires you to disrobe."



"But what if I don't want to?"



"Oh but you will," he said with a smug smile.



She glared. "You are very sure of yourself!"



He studied his buffed fingernails. "I am sure of Ned. Thus, we must put on a convincing show."



Her brows came together in a deep scowl. "What do you mean? What has Ned to do with this?"



"Everything. And at any moment, I expect him to burst through that door like a raging bull."



BOOK TWO THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS:


"But it is so large and swollen, is it painful?



"No, just uncomfortable. Now, may we stop discussing my …" the appropriate word for feminine ears failed him.



"Phallus?" she offered. "That is what the grooms call it."



"Why are you eavesdropping on grooms?"



"I used to watch the stallions leaping the mares."



"You what!" Hew almost choked.


"Well, how else is a girl with no mother supposed to get any education? Although I doubt Mama would have told me very much. So there's really no reason to be timid, Hew. I already know all about the mating process. And to the best of my knowledge, the stallions never 'ignored it until it went away.' Please feel free to relieve yourself of it. I would even help you if you would like. I'm not the least afraid for I have seen much larger ones."



BOOK THREE THE DEVIL YOU KNOW:


She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.


He moved behind her, his fingers riffled gently through her hair. He closed his eyes to inhale her faint rose scent mixed with womanly musk. He dipped his head, letting his breath tickle her ear. She shivered. He whispered low and sultry. "Do you wish me to name the ways I can please you? I am delighted to comply if that excites you...although it would please me far more to demonstrate."



BOOK FOUR THE DEVIL'S MATCH:


DeVere rose and came to her, perching himself on the arm of the settle. "My honorable and straitlaced brother could never satisfy a woman like you, Diana. He could never plumb the depths of your passion...unlock your secret desires."


His voice was low and seductive, and the flickering blue fire in his eyes heated her insides. Diana fiercely tamped down the smoldering sensation that threatened to reignite feelings she'd struggled to suppress. "And what would you know of my wants and desires after four years?"


"A great deal." He gave her a slow, confident smile. "Given that I was the one to unleash them."


Diana averted her face with a bitter laugh. "Thus you presume to have an exclusive claim to me?"


"Has any other exerted one?" he asked softly. He reached out a hand and traced a long, manicured finger along her jaw. "You are still unwed, Diana. Have you taken another lover in my absence?"


"It is none of your business whether I have or not, and you are grossly impertinent to ask."


He laughed long and low. "I think I have my answer."


She glared at him, and thus they remained, silently challenging one another for an interminable beat. Then suddenly his mouth was on hers, taking, possessing, as if it was indeed, his singular privilege.


Diana leaned into him, teasing his lower lip with her tongue and sucking it eagerly into her mouth before sinking her teeth into it. Hard. Savoring the coppery taste of his blood.


"What the hell!" DeVere jerked back with a cry. He touched his lip and examined the crimson stain on his fingertip, his expression a mix of outrage and bemusement.


"You took without invitation," Diana said. "It was a warning not to do so again."