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.
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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.”
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 curtains 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.
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
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?
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. You can find her on the Web at: Website Blog Facebook Twitter
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.
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
Place the pork tenderloin in a slow cooker; pour the root beer over the meat.
Cover and cook on low until well cooked and the pork shreds easily, 6 to 7 hours.
Note: the actual length of time may vary according to individual slow cooker.
Drain well.
Stir in barbecue sauce.
Serve over hamburger buns.
Amount Per Serving Calories: 335 | Total Fat: 5g | Cholesterol: 49mg
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 itadded 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.
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!
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. CONTACT: victoria.vane@hotmail.com Web: http://authorvictoriavane.com Blog: http://victoriavane.wordpress.com Twitter: @authorvictoriav
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 KNOWWhen 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...
DeVere, on the other hand, evinced no such qualms. He had already loosened his cravat and was stripping off his coat.
"As I saidearlier, 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."
"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."
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."
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."
September 1-15, 2012 Wickedly Wanton is free at All Romance eBooks...if you haven't read the story, now is your chance to give it a try! I've posted 2 excerpts in the past so check them out here and here for a sneak peak.
en 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. 
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.
