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Bad Kitty by Debra Glass Featured on Eliza Gayle's Blog

2009-12-08T14:04:00.001-05:00

Author Eliza Gayle is posting Naughty in November BDSM excerpts on her blog and today's excerpt was from my book, Bad Kitty.
Enjoy!
Naughty in November with Eliza Gayle

For more information about Debra or her books, click HERE

Bad Kitty
by Debra Glass

Bram Barclay is the scandal of London society, sought out by the ladies of the ton who enjoy his taboo lifestyle of pleasurable punishments and unspoken desires. That’s why he cannot comprehend why innocent Lady Katrina Hartford has disguised herself as Kitty Hartley to take a position as a maid at his estate. But when he attempts to ferret out her secret, he discovers her to be a most willing servant, indeed.

No one knows scathing social columnist, Alistair Allenby, is Kitty’s nom de plume—or that she is writing an article to expose Bram Barclay. But as Kitty submits to sensual spankings and Bram’s collection of torturous toys, she discovers she is also surrendering her heart.

Buy link: Bad Kitty

20 Days till Christmas? Where did the time go?

2009-12-05T01:07:00.008-05:00

Hello there!

It's your friendly neighborhood romance author, Missy Lyons here. My turn to blog on the Romerotica blog and I really didn't have anything planned. Nothing to promote that you haven't heard about already. So that makes me think about what I can talk about going in my life right now.

I have the usual hectic schedule trying to write and design covers for some small publishers in the spare time I can find from my normal responsibilities. Being a mom comes first, and last week was dominated by the flu. The highlights were cleaning up vomit and diarrhea. Yuck, but those burdens always fall to mommy.

How do you think I can handle Christmas when I can't even find time to clean? Everyday I get another reminder of how much is left to do. I am beginning to get cards in the mail, from friends and family.

I need to shop. I need to wrap and I need to bake and decorate. Ah, the pressure is on and the countdown has begun. Will I be ready before Christmas? Time will only tell.

You know, I keep wondering if I am doing the right thing by wanting it all. Not everyone has a traditional tree. Some people can't. Pine trees don't grow in Hawaii and they don't survive in the desert either. People don't lose their Christmas spirit. They adapt. They find another way to celebrate. Here's a picture of a tumbleweed Christmas tree.

And the uses for tumbleweeds don't stop there. Tumbleweeds have been used for years as decorations. I can't imagine doing any of this because it hurts to touch them. I can't imagine getting that close.

So you don't live in the desert? Can't find any tumbleweeds to build yourself a snowman? Buy yourself one here.

Here's to hoping you have a very Merry Christmas no matter where you live!

Lots of love!
Missy Lyons
Author of Cowboys Don't Dance by Siren Publishing

3 Winners Announced!

2009-12-04T04:00:00.001-05:00

Happy Holidays!

I wish all of you and your families a happy, healthy and safe Holiday Season!

Congrats to the three winners of the Thanksgiving Contest! This contest was open only to newsletter subscribers. Because this contest was so popular, the next contest will also have 3 winners and is open to newsletter subscribers. Details will be in the next newsletter scheduled for December 18th, so join the yahoo newsletter list so you can enter! (Just send an email to: Sally_Painter_Paranormal_Books-subscribe@yahoogroups.com that's all )

The entrants for the Thanksgiving Newsletter Contest had to respond to the following scenario:

A demon has marked you for its own. You now have a red aura emitting around your body that lets other demons know you're taken, but you're not going quietly. You must hide from demons. What are the three things you must do or take with you to ensure you survive? Be creative.

Prizes: 3 autographed books awarded: 1 book to 1 winner: Reunited, Book 1 of Gargoyles Seduced, Midnight Treat, featuring To Kiss a Gargoyle and TTGBITN VI, featuring Dream Lovers of Gargoyle Castle.

Here are the winners' responses (all of the answers were fun and creative, so I'm glad it was a random drawing because it would have been impossible to pick from such great creative responses.

Gayle O. Won Reunited:
1. I would drink a lot of Blue Hawaiians to change my aura to purple
(red +blue = purple). They would then think I was royalty and not
Bother or harm me.
2. I would have a shotgun with plenty of silver bullets to shot them
In the head. Hey, it works for Zombies so it must be worth a try.
3. I would take my set of encyclopedias and read from them incessantly
Creating my own demon filibuster. Hopefully the sound of my monotone
Voice going on and on and on will bore them to death, put them to
Sleep or have them leave me alone as they don't want to hear my voice
Going on and on and on for hours on end. :)

Maggie J. Won TTGBITN VI:

1. Go to the beauty salon. Must look my best when on the run.
2. Whip
3. Lots of chocolate

Crystal B. Won Midnight Treat:

1. A magic cloak to cover me and hide my aura
2. A sword blessed by a priest
3. A Blackberry with all loyal contacts on speed dial to help me battle the demons

Big Hugs and Congrats to the winners and to everyone who entered!

Sweet Tweets

2009-12-02T08:00:00.002-05:00

I love icodeforlove's tweetcloud technology. Chance to find out what randomness I tweet about most? I leap for it. :)

I must say I'm pleased that, as a caffeinated romance author, I'm kinda on topic. Is anyone the least surprised that coffee is my biggest word?

And I know I say Whoo-hoo and Cool a lot.

I'm also not surprised about the John. That would be John Barrowman. His new DVD is available in a US version, by the way. You just have to order it from Amazon UK.

So, what does your tweetcloud reveal about you?

Oh, and if you'd like to have that randomness come directly to you - follow me: http://twitter.com/SusanneSaville

Mari LaCroix: Bad November....

2009-12-01T16:06:00.002-05:00

I had a bad November. Bad as in depressing. I am way too emotional, and I take way too much to heart. But this time, I was played and I ended up paying with a serious bummed-out month. Yeah, I was played. At least that is how it seems right now. I don't think the people who hurt me meant to do it. I still would like to think they are not out to hurt me, but they did. To top it off, these people won't communicate with me. Anything I do is met with silence. Like kids, if they don't like the topic, they take their ball and go home. I thought we were adults. Doesn't seem the case. Yet, I am sooo damn interesting, I got cyber stalked. Again, I'd like to think unintentional...and the obvious watching came to an end once I said "You're stalking me" to no response. I am still being watched. I apologized but in all honesty, I didn't do anything to warrant such a response. Neither murder nor any moral sin was involved, so what the hell? Yeah, I'm still being watched but in a cloaked fashion via my RSS feed. I do not know why, it isn't like they talk to me. They just watch. Hope they enjoy the show, because I am through trying to be a friend. Friends don't act like jack asses when someone offers the olive branch over and over. I can see why there will never be world peace if one side refuses to even respond or communicate about the issue.

Yeah, I had a crappy November. I didn't win NaNo (not that I thought I would). I lost people who I believed were friends. I saw Harlequin descend into vanity press status. My WIP is not done yet. I'm an emo to the core, and I just wish the pain would stop.

Even Naughtier Nuptials!

2009-11-27T00:01:00.000-05:00

My novella "Lucky Number Seven" is finally available in print. The anthology is currently on sale!

Even Naughtier Nuptials
By: Anh Leod, Anna J. Evans, Brynn Paulin, Eve Vaughn, Heather Holland, Margaret L. Carter, Marianne LaCroix

Buy here!

Line: Anthology
Series: None
Book Length: 350 pages
Book Type: Trade Paperback

Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing

ISBN: 9781419959226
Regular Price: $16.99
On Sale For: $13.00

Wedding Jitters by Brynn Paulin
Dara is a fairy and she doesn't like it. But what's a girl to do when she's the fifth daughter of the fifth generation? The fifth daughter is always a fairy. Dara uses magic to hide her nature while she lives as a human but one thing is sure to blow her cover.

Sex - hot, out-of-control sex.

On the eve of her wedding to the most boring human she could find, another man, the Prince of Fairy, arrives intent on two things - making Dara reveal her wings and claiming her as his very own - by whatever means necessary.

Bridesmaid and the Beast by Marianne LaCroix
Bridesmaid and the Beast is a companion story to Beast in My Bed.

It's been eight blissful months since I, Sophia Monroe, Luckiest Woman in the World, found Greg, my British hunk of burning love, who also happens to be a complete animal in bed. But just when I thought life couldn't be sweeter, both of us were tapped to be in a coworker's wedding, which got me thinking - why hasn't Greg mentioned the M word?

So now, in the middle of surviving a bridal "storm", dealing with a drunken bride and trying to live down the sorbet-colored Bridesmaid Dress from Hell, I've become obsessed with wondering what I was - or wasn't - doing that made Greg altar-shy.

I'm trying to be patient...really! But at thirty-two, I'm just not satisfied with "boyfriend" anymore. If I have anything to say about it, Greg will be popping more than champagne corks before this wedding is through.

Seducing the Enemy by Anna J.Evans
Ancient prophecy says an Artuan first daughter will sit at the left hand of the king, but be as his right...

Astrid of the Artuan tribe will liberate her people from exile on the harsh jungle planet of Tiber...even if it means kidnapping a prince. Prince Jorunn's father ordered all the males of her clan killed fifteen years ago to secure his throne. Forcing the prince to perform the handfasting ceremony that will make her his queen seems a small sin in comparison.

Prince Jorunn can't believe the woman he mistook for a prostitute dared to drug him and take him back to her tribe for a marriage ceremony. The only thing more unbelievable is that a part of him - the part addled by the drug she slipped him, no doubt - doesn't think wedding this fierce and beautiful, kind and wanton woman would be such a bad idea.

Tentacles of Love by Margaret L. Carter
Lauren wonders why her fiancé Blake won't undress completely in front of her or consummate their sex play. Does his reticence have something to do with his family's eccentric customs and pagan rituals?

Before the wedding, when Blake takes Lauren to visit the family beach house where he plans for the two of them to spend their honeymoon, her questions are answered. First, he introduces her to his twin brother, who lives in a boarded-up attic room...for a very good reason. Then Blake finally takes his shorts off and their lovemaking expands to a whole new dimension.

Lucky Number Seven by Anh Leod
Meet the hottest werewolf in town.

When Vi Lane's cheating fiancé cancels their wedding only the day before the big event, she decides she's never going to trust a man again. But that doesn't mean she's willing to give up sex! In fact, she promises herself she'll experiment with the next man she sees. When she has a flat tire a few hours later, she's thrilled to see Cere come to her rescue. Little does she know his werewolf pack, Brotherhood of the Dog, has declared her to be Cere's true mate.

Can she learn to trust again, especially with a man who is hiding his true identity from the world? Will Cere himself be satisfied with a human mate? The Brotherhood is waiting for their answer.

This Side of Desperate by Heather Holland
Marissa is an angel from the top of her veiled head to the tips of her dainty feet, and Stone wants her with every fiber of his being. She appeals to everything within him, including his dark beast, and when she climbs out the window into his waiting arms, the wolf throws back his head and howls in excitement.

This woman is hot to the touch and liquid fire in his arms. When she claws his back and screams his name, he knows she's the one for him. However, things aren't as simple as they may seem. When danger finds them, Stone must do whatever it takes to keep his runaway bride safe.

Wedding Stud by Eve Vaughn
Desperate for a date to her cousin's wedding, Penny Marsh resorts to contacting an escort service. Little does she know, Studs for Hire is no ordinary escort service, but a cover for a mate-finding business for lonely immortals.

Nicholas has spent centuries searching for his true mate, and finally finds her in a lovely date for the night. He falls for the shy beauty right away, but how will she react when she learns the truth about Studs for Hire? And that he's a vampire.

New Release! Jillian's Job

2009-11-25T00:01:00.000-05:00

Jillian's Job

Fran Lee

What good is a dream income, access to a private jet, all the perks that go with being Mike Furie’s überproficient personal assistant, if Jillian has no life? She wants a life with a man in it. And staying with overbearing, totally sexy, self-serving bachelor Mike, will lead nowhere.

A trip to Aspen to “rescue” Mike from the clutches of the latest woman seeking to sink her claws into him, an excess of champagne to fortify her, and she tells him what she thinks of his high-handed tactics. She’s quitting. Again. So how the hell did she end up in bed with him in a Tahoe honeymoon suite, naked? Why can’t she recall how her signature got on that marriage license?

Mike discovers talents he never knew Jill possessed. Now he has her right where he wants her. And he wants her again…and again. In his bed and under him. But it’s not all about the lust, and if he gets his way, Jillian won’t be leaving his side, or his bed—ever.

Excerpt:

She stepped up the final carpeted stair and paused, glancing around the smaller salon that opened up over the gallery at the head of the stairs, before narrowing to the corridor that led to the bedrooms at the back of the level. The bronze and smoked glass chandelier at the apex of the vaulted ceiling cast warm light over the area, and made her shimmery gold overdress and glittering jewels look even more amazing than they had in the showroom. She decided that not a soul would recognize her unless she introduced herself, so she gathered her courage and moved slowly toward the center of the gallery, looking about for Furie.

Heads turned to follow her progress, but no one called out her name. She was not a familiar face to the beautiful people. Only his employees knew her well enough to recognize her. Her anonymity was assured.

And then she saw him, standing uncomfortably in a tight group of people, with a stunningly beautiful supermodel type holding onto his arm like she had grown there, her laugh a high tinkle of feigned amusement that never quite reached those gorgeous amber-colored eyes. She stood for a long moment, relishing the amount of discomfort he was experiencing, waiting for his eyes to swivel her way before she made her grand entrance.

A man turned to glance at her from a jovial conversation beside her, and gave her a keen once-over before sidling up to her and introducing himself. He didn’t have to. She would known his face from the magazine covers and the tabloids as Jerrod Lane, two-time Academy Award winning actor and heartthrob of millions of females the world over. She glanced at him with a cool smile and replied to his outrageous compliment with a simple thank-you, before turning her gaze back to her boss.

“I haven’t seen you around before. And from the look of that boulder on your hand, I’d say you were taken…but Heaven help me, I wouldn’t be a red-blooded male if I didn’t try.” Jerrod slid one lean hand around her waist, and tried to draw her closer. His reward was an acid stare that could have wilted the entire White River National Forest. He grinned and released her waist, and said in a husky tone that had dropped an octave, “Who’s the lucky devil who’s got you wrapped around his pinkie?”

The moment he spoke, Michael Furie glanced up, his ice-laden dark blue gaze locked with hers, and his body unfurled from the defensive posture he’d assumed, forcing the female hanger-on to loosen her grip. Jill tried not to look shaken. She tried not to react to the heat that ran through her like a shot of fire from head to toe-tips, making her wonder numbly if the Manolo Blahniks had melted off. She smiled across the room at him, and Jerrod followed her gaze, instantly whistling softly and backing off a step.

“I should have guessed, Gorgeous. But if you ever decide to trade up, I’m always around.” He vacated his spot beside her as Furie slowly extracted himself from the other woman’s grasp, with a quiet “Excuse me.” Heads turned as he stepped out of the tight knot of bodies and moved across the gallery toward her, and she fought the urge to bite her knuckles and whimper. That man had such a walk!

She managed a brilliant smile up into his eyes as he stopped so close, she could feel his body heat through the silk of her gown, and she placed her hand with the blinding rock on it on his forearm, and said just loudly enough to be overhead for about ten feet, “Mike! Darling! I’m sorry I’m late!”

She noted the circuitous route those eyes took as they slipped over her gown, her jewelry, and the impressively breathtaking engagement ring she was prominently displaying, and a muscle twitched in the deep groove beside his mouth. He seemed to be fighting some dark and angry emotion that she feared she would hear about later, and in the most uncomplimentary tones possible, but surprisingly, he gave her a sexily crooked smile.

“Don’t I even get a kiss after waiting all this time for you to finally show up?” His voice was a sexy growl that was just loud enough for everyone within ten feet to hear clearly, although he pretended to be speaking for her ears alone. Jill felt like they were in a fishbowl, the way all eyes were glued to them. She stood up on her tiptoes and aimed for his cheek. But before her lips made contact, he turned his head and she ended up planting one smack-dab on his smiling mouth. And oh, what a mouth the man had…

And he didn’t settle just for a friendly kiss. He slid his arms around her body and dragged her up against his chest, smoothly covering her jerk of shock by catching the back of her head in the palm of one hand and slanting his mouth to take hers completely. His strong, champagne-flavored tongue slipped easily past her lips as she opened them to ask what the hell he was doing. Her heart rate ratcheted up as he traced the inside of her mouth sensuously. If she hadn’t known her boss so damned well, that kiss might have fooled even her, but she figured he had paid through the nose to be kissed, and she decided that she might as well let ’er rip.

Warring with his tongue, she explored the warm depths of his mouth as she slid her hands up behind his head and arched her body into his tuxedo, pressing her hips against his suddenly burgeoning cock, ignoring the rush of excitement his highly obvious arousal gave her, as she did exactly what she had wanted to do for the past six-plus years.

She kissed him—savagely, hungrily, possessively! Giving as good as she got from him, even though with him it was just an act to discourage the positively fuming blonde who had turned and stomped off toward the stairs back to the second level.

His mouth was decadently hot and delicious. The expensive champagne was dry and heady on his tongue, and she could not possibly have imagined how it would feel to have him kissing her like this—not even in her wildest wet dreams! His hot, spicy masculine scent filled her nostrils. Her heart felt like a super ball that might easily zap its way straight out the front of her silk gown and go bouncing wildly across the carpet if he kept kissing her.

Tongues tangling voraciously, breathing uneven and heated, their bodies were plastered hungrily against each other as his arms pulled her so tight into his embrace she could almost feel his spine. And then his hand cupped her ass in a familiar, possessive squeeze, and she inhaled and tried to back away. He murmured huskily against her lips, “Relax. You’ll survive.”

She would smack him upside the head later.

Diseased Ramblings

2009-11-23T06:12:00.002-05:00

I have no idea what to blog about. I'll, in bed with the cat for company, and not at my most creative. I could enthuse about my new release, Servant of the Forest, from www.loveyoudivine . I was tempted to talk up the various wonderful authors who write for the His and His Kisses line there. (They are wonderful, I can happily spend hours enthusing about them). Or perhpas a plug for www.thepaganandpen.wordpress.com/ where I blog and leave smatterings of poetry.

I seem to spend far more time talking about what I write, than actually writing at the moment. I've stalled. It's not block, exactly. It's more that the rest of my life is taking up a lot of my thought and I haven't felt like writing. When I'm blocked, I just sit there and stare at the screen and fret. It's not like that at the moment. It's odd. I'm writing for www.hopelessvendetta.wordpress.com without too much trouble. That flows. I have ideas for other things, but nothing jelling such that I want to actually type it. And oddly, that's ok. I've spent years pushing really hard to write as much as I can, but not writing from my soul. Don't get me wrong - I like the things I've been writing - but I'd stopped believing that anything I wrote would actually make any difference. Servant of the Forest I wrote with more intent than usual, but even so, it's not what I could be doing.

So I'm going to take my time, and dream more, and try and remember what I thought it was that was important, when I first started writing and believed I could make a difference to the world by so doing. I doubt I'm going to change the world, but perhaps I should create stories that I beleive could.

Sorry I missed yesterday ...

2009-11-22T14:19:00.003-05:00

this month is really flying by! I just wanted to drop in and wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving! :)

Big Hugs & Holiday Blessings,
Sabrina )O(

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SABRINA LUNA
Paranormal & Erotic Romance
A BAD MOON RISING -Now Available
At Sugar & Spice Press!

Yes, I'm taking part in NaNoWriMo

2009-11-18T03:43:00.009-05:00

Firstly, today I've got an interview at The Pen & Muse. If you've got a moment, drop in and say Hi! :)

Well, this is the fourth year in a row that I've decided to take part in NaNoWriMo. I usually plan ahead, but this year was a little different. I've been busy planning out the rest of the year and until the last week of October didn't decide to take part.

At first, I didn't want to get stuck into a novel when I knew I was expecting edits this month. Then, when I decided I wanted to do it anyway, I wasn't sure what to work on. Lol. In the end, during the weekend before the 1st of November, I decided to work on a spin-off novel. It's actually about a character introduced in the Alyce Kerr, Faith Healer Trilogy. He makes an appearance in CARELESS (book #2) and I knew pretty early on that he'd demand his own story.

Since the beginning, I've been writing without a net. Seriously, I'm pretty much a pantser, but I've never gone in as blind as I have with this story. But you know what? The characters have been inside my head for so long that things are meshing together, getting complicated, heated up, and some very bizarre stuff is going on. And while I was writing earlier this week, I actually realised how this is going to end. I can see the last chapter inside my head, and it surprised me. But I'm also excited because it's a different-type of ending. Like Alyce, the end is a little bittersweet. More a HFN than a HEA. But that's fine, because that's just how this story goes. Each story is different, I suppose.

As of today, I'm sitting at 31,463 words. With eight writing days left for me, I've got my fingers crossed. I'd really love to get this book finished and also complete another NaNoWriMo. (In case you're wondering, I don't write on weekends.)

Until next month, have a good one!

Yolanda Sfetsos
www.yolandasfetsos.com/

Goodbye Ann Estelle

2009-11-14T00:58:00.002-05:00

In the middle of sorting out the usual dining arrangements for Thanksgiving (along with seating arrangements to avoid those with perpetual sniffles) we received the call that my dad's Aunt Ann Estelle passed away. It was only in the last few years that we shortened it up to Ann, so it still feels strange to see it even typed that way. She had a good life, a long life and certainly a full life - one that has served as inspiration in many ways whenever I feel writer's block. Any woman who grew up in a one room shack on a mountain with no running water or electricity then went on to attend college and become a teacher... Ann was earthy on top of motivated. There were a few scandals in the family with her in the center guaranteeing I'll never be the wildest or the woolliest. Then too, my great-grandmother Caroline smoked a pipe, divorced her second husband, and played poker.

In honor of my dearly departed great aunt, and she really was great in many ways, I'd like to post a poem in her honor:

Wake Awake

What was once yours
Defined you.
Small accents of space and time
Ribbons of material
Thought and mind.
Now what?

Now that you are gone
I smell your perfume
But it is worn on another
It is hers now
But it has always been so.

Favorite colors fade and bleed
Clotting on yet more
Foods and dreams
Painful screams
Closed behind memory’s door.

Spinning about I catch a glimpse
Mistaken faltered to a halt
Where have you gone?
I cannot see
Cannot follow
Not immediately…

Mirrored images capture
The lost face enrapture
Through candle flame
You see my shame
I miss you
Won’t let go.

(copyright Melissa Glisan 1/15/2004)

Finally....

2009-11-13T10:52:00.004-05:00

So, as it happens.... I am finally going to have this special book released! HEARTS ON FIRE BOOKS will be publishing my short fantasy/erotic romance ROYAL CONSORT in two days, and I am really looking forward to the release. That stunning guy on the cover, he's real... my personal sweetheart and someone I love and adore. My Italian Prince, Vincenzo. This book was written for him. So, please check it out on Sunday when it goes live at Hearts On Fire.... In the meantime, let me tell you a little bit about the book, and tease your interest (I hope) with an excerpt:

ROYAL CONSORT

Publisher: Hearts On Fire Books

Release: November 15th, 2009

Blurb:

On the fantasy world of Foress, the daughter of the world’s last remaining god is challenged to locate one of the ancient swords that were forged as the Triad of Power among the once-powerful gods. Sherindal is a skilled warrior, but a woman with many conflicts in her heart. She has spent her life in the service of her father, the god M’Har, yet it is not she who will wield the most powerful of the swords. Diviner is to be her brother’s destiny, even though she is certain the legacy should be hers. Sherindal carries another of the three ancient weapons, Huntor. The final part of the triad is to be held by the hands of men, and her lover, the Prince of Ember City, is the guardian of Predator.

Excerpt:

She waited, certain her sire had heard her call. She closed her eyes, heart-weary and desperately afraid. This should not have happened for many years yet. Something was wrong, very wrong. The air changed subtly, a softening almost, and the hush grew deeper as time itself became suspended. The last remaining living god of Foress coalesced into flesh and sinew a short distance from where she waited.

“M’Har.” She rose and drew Huntor, placed it point down on the ground before her. She bowed curtly, and he halted a few feet in front of her.

“You must leave your anger here, Sherindal,” he advised without rancor.

“Must I?” she responded, and turned away, ashamed of her fear, and the fury it created within her.

“This was not supposed to happen, Father,” she whispered after a pause.

"Diviner has been stolen,” he told her, deep voice filled with dread. “I have guarded it since the Ancient Wars which nearly destroyed us, Sherindal. Kept it safe for the One who would one day wield it again in defense of our world.”

“Kept it for my brother!” she concluded with real bitterness. She wanted to remind her father of the accomplishments of her life, her strengths and knowledge, but she swallowed the words and waited for him to speak. They’d had this argument countless times, it left them further apart each time. She wondered if the point of no return had been reached, or if they would, in fact, engage in the futile game again. She had no strength left for games, and chose to admit defeat by concession.

“Your quest began over a thousand years ago, Sire,” she stated softly. “This world has not known war in a millennia.”

“Yet Diviner has been taken,” he reminded her. “The third sword of the Sacred Triad, in the hands of one who would use it to foretell a future that the mortals of this world are not meant to know, my daughter.”

“And you must pass on the Guardianship before you leave this world,” she concluded. He nodded and she raised Huntor in her hands, stared at its shining blade, the rhunes etched into the very core of the magical weapon. “It is not I who shall hold Diviner,” she said. “Yet it is my life… my Destiny… to find he who will.” She laughed, the sound a bitter, dark irony, then she stared at her father with eyes that burned in their mirthless amusement. “It is a hollow Fate, my father,” she hissed.

“Yet it is your Fate,” he returned with none of the rage that churned in the air around his daughter. He was old, and sadness the only companion he had in his darkest night. “Just at is was Argon’s fate to pass his weapon to Rienn, and for your mother to place Huntor in your hands before her final death.”

The reminder that her beloved carried a weapon like hers was always a source of unease. She’d feared for him when Argon died suddenly, on the other side of their world, in a war they’d known nothing about until his passing. The weapon had been delivered to Rienn by her own hands when M’Har had summoned her to complete the task. Now she would once again place the most powerful blade of the Triad into the rightful hands, but this time it would also be the hands of a stranger who held the mystical sword…

Coming November 15th
Hearts On Fire Books

Just a Wild Ghost Chase?

2009-11-07T06:00:00.000-05:00

I love reading about haunted houses, and I'll admit that I'm a sucker for a good haunted house film. In my life, I've had a couple of paranormal experiences. Neither one of them were frightening. When I think about the little ghost girl I heard mis-singing her ABCs at the school one day, I only feel sad that her life was cut short and bittersweet that she was still hanging around the school. And the shadow person I saw one day when my 'other' daughter was staying at my house during her not very amicable divorce...well, I'm almost positive that was her mother and one of my best friends checking in on her baby.

This weekend, I'm heading off to a supposedly haunted hotel. The Mission Inn, in Riverside, California, is a beautiful old hotel that spans an entire city block. I've stayed there several times in several different rooms. Only once have we had anything unusual happen and that was an odd knocking on our door very early one morning. We were staying in one of the rooms on the fourth floor, unfortunately I don't remember the room number. The sun was shining, so it's hard to think that the soft knocking was caused by anything otherworldly; however, there wasn't a soul on the walkway anywhere near our room. It's easier to believe it was someone in the room next door banging around.

While googling the Mission Inn, I stumbled upon the Los Angeles Paranormal Association's website entry about the place. Very interesting stuff. All I know is that when we check in, I'll be certain NOT to request rooms 401, 402, or 418! Yeah, I know, seize the day and all that. But honestly, I'd rather experience all that vicariously. Which is why I'm deep in edits for my own haunted hotel story. However, if you want to check out what I might be experiencing, click on the following link.

http://losangelesparanormalassociation.wordpress.com/2009/07/20/mission-inn-riverside-ca-faces-of-the-past/

Hope you have a great weekend ~ and nothing goes bump in the night where you live, unless you want it to!

Ericka Scott
www.erickascott.com

Cowboys Don't Dance just released!

2009-11-05T01:32:00.001-05:00

For those of you who have pre-ordered the book, thank you!! For those of you who are waiting for the release day, that day is today! Cowboys Don't Dance is out October 29th from Siren Publishing. Cherie and I are both super excited to share this story with you!

Cowboys Don't Dance
Written by Missy Lyons and Cherie Denis
Siren Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Western Interracial Romance (m/f)
Price $3.99

Blurb:

Jesse has no problem attracting women, but all they want is a relationship, marriage, family—the works. Angela, his best friend's baby sister, is the only woman he never thought of as girlfriend material. That is, until she gives him dance lessons and he discovers beneath her prim, repressed shell is the sexual temptress he's always wanted.

Angela is attracted to Jesse, but their relationship can't be anything but complicated since he's engaged to another woman, or so she thinks. When Jesse reveals the truth behind his "engagement," and his feelings for Angela, will the flames of desire still burn hot, or is Angela just after a bad boy?

Sex and sin never went together so well.
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Click on this link to read the excerpt or buy your copy!
http://www.bookstrand.com/product-cowboysdontdance-15894-212.html

Missy Lyons
Unleash your passion
http://www.missylyons.com
http://missylyons.blogspot.com

Just released!
Cowboys Don't Dance--unless it's the dance of desire...Coming to Siren Publishing in October.
French Kiss-- Two lovers, a dangerous killer on the loose. Paris has never been quite this exciting before now.
Available at phaze.com (and in print in Metropolitan Passions Volume 2)

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$25 Amazon Gift Cert Winner and Next Contest

2009-11-04T18:14:00.012-05:00

Congrats to Pamela S., who won my Halloween $25 Amazon Gift Certificate. Pamela emailed me today that she'd already used the gift certificate! Thank you all who entered. I enjoyed reading your entries and comments. You're such great fun!

The next contest for November is a Thanksgiving Contest that will have 3 winners. I'm giving away 3 autographed books:

Reunited

Midnight Treat

TTGBITN VI

Contest Scenario
You've been marked by a demon and bear the red aura for all demons to see. It's just a matter of time before the demon claims you. You're on the run.

What are the 3 things you take with you or do?

Details on how to enter are in the Current Contest File Folder in my newsletter yahoo group. If you aren't currently a subscriber, you can easily join by sending an email

*This contest is open only to my newsletter subscribers as a holiday treat.

NaNoWriMo - Fantastic Idea or the Devil?

2009-11-02T08:00:00.012-05:00

I am participating in NaNoWriMo for the first time, too. It's never been of particular interest to me because, frankly, glaciers move faster than I do when it comes to creating paragraphs. But I thought it was a cute idea.

Then I read, somewhere on the web, the opinion that NaNoWriMo cheapens the work and undermines the value of professional authors. If anyone can dash off 50,000 words in a month, why pay for words? According to this opinion, NaNoWriMo makes it seem like writing isn't a particular talent, nor an art, it's something anyone can do if they put their mind to it.

I'm not sure how I feel about that. So it was with great dismay that I saw the NaNoWriMo badge for this year. Last year it had coffee on it. I was hoping it would again, because I wanted to wear caffeine with pride.

Instead we've got this ... that is a machine, right? A machine churning out books? Rather unfortunate image, that.

It's a happy, cute machine. But what is it doing? Is it the POD wunderkind Espresso Book Machine? If so, cool!

If it's supposed to be the NaNoWriMo participant ... not so cool. Because yes, any "machine" can churn out words. But it takes revision to make them into books.

The gap between rough draft and finished product is wide and perilous, just as the space between first thing written and first thing publishable may be measured in years.

About the only thing writing and machines have in common is the old computer adage: Garbage in, garbage out.

Or maybe that's just the Luddite in me.

I suppose the important thing about NaNoWriMo is that it wants you to ignore your inner critic. Just get the words down first. You can't revise what you ain't got.

So that's how I'm approaching it - and I'm going to head-hop and use adverbs. Fie on you, Rules! I shall use adverbs copiously. Ha!

NaNoWriMo 2009 begins!

2009-11-01T13:19:00.000-05:00

Today, it begins. NaNoWriMo2009. Mission: 50,000 words in 30 days. It’s possible. I’ve never been able to do it, but I made a commitment to not falter. Hey, I bought a NaNo t-shirt. For me, that is a promise to try my hardest. I don’t have money to spare, so the few dollars I spent is my commitment to finish this year.

I am going with a zombie-vampire idea…but slightly different. It is going to be a hoot. Author pal Annmarie Ortega is going to be in it and she said she wanted a handgun. I have this image of her like Pam in Barbed Wire. Me? I’ll be more like Selene in Underworld, but with a machete. We are going to be doing some major kick ass action…with a good dose of comedy and hot scenes in there. Not sure I am going to include romance…I want to target the Exotika line at EC with this, so romance is not necessary. I am still calling it Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me. It is just so perfect. I didn’t start any plans for the book other than basics in my head.

I am finally going to use my leather snakeskin journal that I bought in Washington DC in July for this.

Anyone here doing NaNo? Friend me! Interested in reading the NaNo writing adventure? Click here.

I also want to say I moved my blog to my website. Blogger was giving me fits and loading so darn slow. So...I moved it. Same URL www.iwriteromance.com

Isabelle Drake's Alter Ego

2009-10-31T03:22:00.005-04:00

Over the summer I started an Masters in Fine Art program. My concentration? Fiction, of course. One of my main motivations for pursuing the degree is to increase career opportunities. Another motivation is to improve my own fiction.

Funny thing is, I'd never even heard of an MFA until about three years ago. When I heard about it, I thought--geez, you can go to school to learn how to write stories? People take that sort of study seriously? Well, I can tell you now the answer is yes, they do. And there are A LOT of MFA programs around. The programs come in two types, traditional--residency--programs where you regularly attend classes, and newer--low residency programs. The low-residency programs allow greater flexibility and are great for those who are not interested in moving. With the low-res students attend several intensive workshops and do independent studies.

If you're interested, come on over and check out my blog: Adventures in MFA Land.

Welcome to the Jungle!

2009-10-28T09:22:00.003-04:00

Hey all, it's been awhile but here I am again. I've been busy with the kids going back to school, writing and attending my first conference. The Muse Online Conference was an awesome experience and I can't wait to do it again next year. I've also had two new releases since the last time I was here.
Here is the blurb and excerpt for Tainted Blood:
Kali Myer has given up on life. Ever since she was five years old, she changed foster homes, always the misfit, the outcast, the intruder. All she truly wants is to find her family and to a place to belong.

After walking home from a horror movie with her friend Tavia one night, she was attacked by what she thought was an ordinary timber wolf. Days after the attack, Kali's whole world changed.

With her trusty dark-witch and roommate named Skyla, the women battle forces of the unknown looking for the were-wolf that started it all. They're looking for the one with Tainted Blood....

Will they find the 'Tainted Blood' or will he find them?

Part of the proceeds from the sale of this ebook and the other ebooks of the Sanctuary Moon Anthology will go to the Full Moon Farm a sanctuary for abused and refused wolf-dogs and captive-bred wolves.
Excerpt from Tainted Blood:

Zora laughed.

Kali ignored Zora annoying laughter as she hauled back and kicked the woman in the face. "Light's out." Kali smiled as the woman's head bounced from the tip of her shoe and landed heavily on the ground. Hearing Zora's clapping made her turn around. "Looks like it's just you and me now, Zora, old girl." Kali stepped over the unconscious woman but she left enough space for a decent head-start back to the cabin.

"Smart little shit, you think you've out-foxed me." Zora said in a shrill voice.

Kali didn't answer; she kept her eyes fixed on Zora's jerky movements. She could see the anger boiling underneath her skin causing her veins to appear black.

"I know who's at the cabin, Kali, a scared little witch crying in the night."

Oh no, she found, Skyla. I've got to get to her. Kali tried not to show the emotion running amuck throughout her core.

"Sebastian told us about the little witch himself. Don't you think if he truly cared about you he would have kept that tiny bit of information?" Zora smiled as the tides turned in her favor. "You have lived long past your purpose now you must die." Swiftly, Zora leaped over her fallen companion and tackled Kali to the ground. Kali winced in pain, doing her best to stop the barrage of attacks. She shrieked as Zora's talons dug deep her flesh.

"My pack has weakened you. You've taken them on just as I expected you would." Zora cackled as she punched Kali full in the face.

Kali's world shifted for a second. This was her final moment. Zora was right, she was spent and her last reserve of energy was depleting rapidly. The ground underneath the two women trembled and began to shift beneath their weigh.

"What the hell is this?" Zora sat back on her hunches with a puzzled look on her face.

Kali mustered up some strength and kicked Zora away from her.

"It's not what the hell is it; it's who the hell it is. Back off my sister you fuzzy bitch!" Skyla yelled as she emerged from the trees, her arm out-stretched.

Kali rolled to one side and started to stand; Skyla raced to her, put a free hand underneath her forearm and pulled Kali to her feet.

"Thanks," Kali smiled. "What took you so long?" She spat blood on the dirt and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Skyla shot her a fervent glance. "Long? I had to waste time tracking your messes making sure you killed them all," Skyla began.

Kali noticed a purple bruise forming around her right eye. "I had a run-in with your boyfriend and let me tell you next time I see him," she punched her hand. "I'm gonna make him witach!"

"That's great but we gotta deal with her first." Kali nodded towards Zora.

Zora flipped up, snarling. "I'll feast on the flesh from both your bones before this night is through!"

The sisters looked at each other and then it Zora's direction.

"Do you wanna do this or shall I?" Skye mimicked her mature older sister.

Kali waved her hand dismissively. "Go right ahead."

"Ha! You send a teen-witch to do your dirty work, so you don't have the balls to face me alone." Zora laughed wickedly.

Skyla stood in front of Kali, cast her head over shoulder to see Kali nod and then turned back to Zora. "I am neither a teen nor just a mere witch." Skye said nastily.

"I don't care what you think you are. You are a child in my eyes." Zora bellowed each word dripped with malicious intent. Zora sneered and leaped to grab Skyla.

Skyla made a gesture as if she were scooping up fresh dirt and the earth sprung up and encased Zora's moving limbs.

"What the…" Zora exclaimed in disbelief.

"I'm half witch and half-elemental." Skyla squeezed her hand into a fist and rock cuffs on Zora's wrists and ankles tightened.

"I bet Sebastian didn't tell you that now, did he?" Kali asked over Skyla's shoulder.

Zora's struggled against her bounds but didn't answer.

"Skyla, finish this." Kali said as she started to walk away.

"Okay," Skye replied happily. With a wave of her hand the bounds on Zora crumbled like dry dirt. Zora hit the ground with a thud. She sprung up and laughed hysterically.

"You can't hold me, girl. I'm free..."

Zora didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as two boulders collided into her head simultaneously smashing it open like a rotten tomato. The headless body flopped around before collapsing in a bloody heap on the ground.

"That was pretty cool." Kali smiled, leaning against a tree.

"Yeah it was, huh?" Skyla ducked under Kali's arm to help support her weight.

This book was my first writing a female were wolf and I have to say I rather enjoyed a lot. Now Check out The Perfect Match which has been on the Red Rose Publishing Best Seller's list for almost 4 weeks.

Blurb:
Kiora Webb is a typical Pisces woman. Independent, creative, and romantic, but she just couldn't meet the right guy. Working at Caper's New and Used book store; was the perfect place for her. For an early birthday present her friends treat her to a girl's night out to Club Fusion where she meets slick talking Donovan Black. From his self-assured stance to his lame, run-down pick up lines, she dismisses him swiftly.

Donovan Black has never been turned down before. When beautiful Kiora Webb doesn't fall head over heels for him, he's crushed. Taking his failure as a game Donovan's buddies persuade him into thinking he could never have a woman like her. Donovan set out to prove them wrong. But what started out as a ploy turns into something that not neither one of them could foresee.

Excerpt for The Perfect Match:
"Donovan!" Demitri grabbed his shoulders. "Calm down. Don't lose control."

Donovan shrugged away from Demitri's embrace and stormed outside to cool off.

"You alright, man?" Demitri asked, holding out his hand to help Kevin stand.

Kevin shoved Demitri's hand away, stood up and followed Donovan outside.

"Oh damn," Demitri shook his head and chased after Kevin.

"Yo!" Kevin called. He stalked towards Donovan.

"Don't fuck with me right now, Kevin, alright?" Donovan's icy tone sent shivers through Demitri.

"Guys, let's not do this." Demitri positioned himself in between the two males.

"Naw," Donovan tossed away his lit cigarette, cracked his neck and stood his ground. "If he wants to roll, we can do that. I have no problems breaking him down now, anyway."

"Think you're a bad ass now, Dono? Got to taste some chocolate ass and now you think you're Don Quan?"

Donovan pointed at Kevin. "Don't you dare disrespect her again, Kevin, you don't even know her. I'm trying real hard to keep myself from knocking you off the damned pedestal you think you're on. Last warning, call her a name again, we ain't brothers, we ain't boys and we ain't friends. I will knock you on your ass and there's nothing my brother can do to stop me." He glared at Kevin.

"That's how it is, bro?" Kevin sidestepped Demitri. "We've been through a lot and you're gonna let some whore…"

As soon as the words left Kevin's mouth, Donovan's punch knocked Kevin in the slushy pool.

"I told you, Kevin!" Donovan yelled.

"Donovan!" Demitri fished a dripping and shivering Kevin from the pool.

"You alright?" Demitri asked, but it was no use. Kevin dashed after Donovan. Kevin dove for Donovan's legs, knocking him to the ground. Kevin used his brute strength to pin Donovan's chest to the ground while delivering a few quick jabs to his ribs.

With a quick burst of energy Donavan slugged Kevin on his left temple with his elbow point.

As Kevin swayed, Donovan threw Kevin off, then stood. Donavan's dark blue jeans were caked with mud and wet from the melting ice and snow. His white turtle neck was ruined with rips and ground-in stains. He spat crimson drops on the ground. Donavan wiped the blood from his lip on the tip of his sleeve.

"I don't wanna do this, Kevin. Enough. Take your ass-whippin' like a man. Get the fuck out!" Donovan snarled. His blood felt as if molten lava flowed through his veins. His anger erupted like a volcano.

Donavan wanted Kevin so he could figure out how to get Kiora back. Tomorrow was her birthday and…

Donovan was so consumed by his thoughts, he'd blocked out his brother's warning until he was too late. Kevin picked up a large rock and hurled in at Donovan. He felt the impact of the rock against his skull. It made a sickening cracking sound echoing in his sub-conscious. It was last he remembered before darkness engulfed him.

I love this story and I hope you will too. If you've enjoyed the snippets you've read today then check them at www.redrosepublishing.com

I've also finished my diamond in the rough and submitted so cross your fingers for me on that side, okay? Maybe next month I can share some good news on that submission. As for now, my time in this jungle is over. Watch out spooky monsters over the weekend. Please remember that I now have a blogtalk radio show every Saturday at 6pm, here's the link. www.blogtalkradio.com/oneworldonevoice
You can listen live, download to a podcast, join us in the chat or call in and have a ball with the topic of the week.

So be there or B square.lol

Hugs and smooches,
Raven Starr
Making Dreams into Reality
www.ravenkstarr.com
www.redrosepublishing.com

Electronic books – the sanitary choice?

2009-10-27T02:01:00.002-04:00

The flu hit my city a few weeks ago, and as of yesterday it is in my neighborhood, maybe even next door. Rumor has it the neighbors have the dreaded swine flu, though from what I hear no one really knows if that is the case. Either way, yuck!

With a baby at home, and remembering my horrible triple-illness that knocked me flat for more than a month last year, I’m in a panic. I’m already mostly home-bound because of finances and baby, but what else can I do to keep germs at bay?

When I leave the house, it’s mostly to go to the grocery store, pharmacy, coffee place or library. I can’t avoid groceries, but do I need to hang out at the library? Do I need to be fingering those books and magazines that everyone has been touching? At least at Starbucks only the barista has touched my drink.

The only truly germ free book is an e-book! You buy it online and download it in your own home. No one has touched it! I’ve already been using my e-reader more because I can operate it one-handed while I hold the baby, but now I have another compelling reason to use it.

My ebooks won’t have flu germs on them, and maybe I have another way to keep the house germ free this winter.

How are you keeping the germs at bay?

Anh Leod has sexy ebooks out at Ellora's Cave and The Wild Rose Press.

New Release Coming November 10, 2009!

2009-10-25T00:01:00.002-04:00

Coming November 10, 2009
from Resplendence Publishing!

First and Ten
part of the Carnal Reunions Anthology, presented in seven separate short novels!

BBW Fran Jamison hates the idea of her tenth class reunion at WIU! She got out of that two horse town the minute she graduated with her friends, and hasn't been back since! But the rest of the women who all lived together in the ancient Victorian House through their college years are counting on her appearance...yeah, sure! Like her absence would really bother anyone but Bliss. But Karen needs moral support now, and Fran hates the thought of letting a pal down worse than she hates the idea of that damn reunion!

Jack Gerrard...hot pro QB turned restaurateur...is not going to enjoy catering the frat house party for the reunion. Not when his ex will be there, showing off her new man-candy! The last thing he wants is to have to be in the same damn room with that blood-sucking woman and his ex-teammate...now her new hubby. She took everything he had except the chain of sports restaurants that she figured wouldn't be worth diddly.

Meeting each other once more after ten long years, Fran and Jack both instantly recall their constantly adversarial relationship from their school years...as well as the hot, erotic crushes they had for each other.

Gahhh! How humiliating that he had always had the hots for Fat Franny! Good thing he'd hidden it from the guys, or they would have made life miserable for him.

Gahhh! How humiliating! He had made her life utter Hell when he had found out about her silly crush on him way back when.

Neither has any plans to do anything but simply survive this pain in the ass reunion...but even the best laid plans can change...

Fran Lee
http://www.franleeromance.com

Flashing

2009-10-23T14:44:00.003-04:00

When I first encountered the idea of flash fiction, I'll admit I wasn't a fan. Very short stories can, it must be said, be very dull and I've encountered some vile ones along the way. Character, setting, and other such details are often the first casualities. Flash erotica can be nasty and brutish to say the least, with too much focus on who put what where, and no empotional content whatsoever.

Along the way, I've converted. Working with very short spaces in which to create a story, is rather an exciting thing. It's like the possibilities created by the structure in poems - the limitations enable very different kinds of writing. To tell a story in a handful of words is hard, calling for focus, like creating a face with just a few brush strokes. Implying becomes vital. Picking the details that create the shape. Trusting the readers to fill in the gaps. It's also possible to string flash fiction pieces together, making a longer story (a bit necklace shaped perhaps) without losing the sense of 'flash' or just turning it into a short story that's been cut to pieces.

The Hopeless Vendetta is a weekly exercise in flash fiction - very short stories, slightly in a newspaper style, but not employing much contemporary journalistic language or habits. It's a delight to play with, enabling me to explore different ways of telling stories, both as one off flashes, and as strings of naratives. www.hopelessvendetta.wordpress.com - do drop by and have a look.

Immortally Theirs - vampire menage

2009-10-22T01:58:00.002-04:00

What is it about vampires, werewolves, and shifters that attract us? What about wizards and warlocks? What is it about the Alpha bad boy or the Alpha hero that makes us turn each page with fervent desire? Who is your ultimate dark attraction? Is he a vampire or a werewolf? What about a lion or tiger? How do you picture him? With dark hair, blond hair, long or short, blue-eyed or green? Does he smirk with a sexy flair or does he brood with deep brown eyes that smolder. Does he speak with an accent? Will he protect you and fight for you? Does what he becomes frighten you or is he your hero regardless of his past?

If your dark attraction came to you in the night, would you scream or would you go to him in a heartbeat?

I’ve always been enamored of the sexy vampires with their long hair, piercing eyes, sensuous lips, and manner of style. I’ve dreamed of living in a dark castle with my madly possessive vampire who is a decadent lover. On one hand he’s ready to tear the heads off anyone who should come between us or threaten to take me away, and on the other hand he’s unabashedly romantic and brings me pleasures I’ve only dreamed of.
I don’t know why the thought of being bitten is so sensual, but to me it is. I don’t think so much to the pain of it, but to the sacred bond and blood union.

I wonder if I met this dark stranger – would I runaway with him and leave my life behind – offering my eternal love. Or would I runaway screaming.

There have been a few good movies that depict these dark attractions, but I find them much more frequent and believable in books. I like where my imagination takes me. I like to escape and picture myself, not another woman, in their arms.

I’m eager to see New Moon as I hear it will be more involved than Twilight, Dark Shadows for the always fantastic Johnny Depp, and The Wolf Man with Benicio Del Toro. I’m always curious to see Hollywood’s vision of these fantastic creatures.

My newest release is Immortally Theirs and features two sexy vampires who want one woman. However, there is another dark entity that resides in the house that wants her. My vampires represent all the qualities I enjoy in a sexy dark attraction, and while it doesn’t take place in a castle, it does take place in a haunted mansion. I think those are great for suspenseful tales. For the blurb and excerpt, please click Here - I hope it entices you to want to read more.

I hope people never tire of reading about vampires, werewolves, and shifters because I’ll never tire of reading or writing about them.

~Ann Cory
Author of contemporary and paranormal romance – seduction style

My newest release ...just in time for H'ween!

2009-10-21T08:30:00.001-04:00

Hi folks,

It's that time of year again --yep, Halloween's only 10 days away! And I'm pleased to announce the release of my newest ebook, A BAD MOON RISING, at Sugar & Spice Press! :)

A BAD MOON RISING
Sugar & Spice Press
http://sugarandspicepress.net
Genre: Paranormal/Wolf Shifter/Erotic Romance
Story Length: Short Story
Available in Ebook Format October 2009

Derek Lee’s a drifter and a lone wolf, literally. In the small town of Heather Grove, he falls for Megan McShaw, a feisty, sexy redhead and a descendant of an ancient Scottish wolf clan.

When a ‘bad moon’ rises, he accidentally transforms into his wolf form in public. Megan comes to his rescue and attempts to keep him safe until the Samhain moon passes. But can she control her own feelings for Derek until the moon wanes?

“Simply a great shifter romance. Luna leaves you cheering for Derek and Megan, both as a team and also lovers.” –Denise at PNR Reviews

Wishing you a Safe, Happy Halloween --
Sabrina )O(

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SABRINA LUNA
Spicy Romance with a Touch of Magick
www.sabrinaluna.com

Twitter Reading and Writing Discussions

2009-10-19T04:00:00.089-04:00

I created the hashtag #ashleyladd to hold a contest for a free copy of my newest release "Recipe For Disaster". Although this contest was over October 4th, I will use this hashtag again to run future contests so follow me on Twitter if you'd like to enter. It will be as easy as retweeting and/or commenting on my blog at Ashley Ladd and using my hashtag #ashleyladd so I can see that you retweeted and thus entered.

Recipe For Disaster

Desperate, Jamie will do almost anything to save her house, her dogs, and her life but will she sell her soul?

Jamie's desperate. If her 401K emergency distribution isn't disbursed in time, she'll be a victim of the Florida foreclosures. If that's not bad enough, she's also in danger of losing her job and her beloved dogs.

Worse yet she hits Max with her car. Luckily, Max is better than fine and ready to jump into her life and her bed. Unluckily, he's afraid to tell her that he buys distressed properties and he was in her yard to check out her house.

Excerpt From: Recipe for Disaster

Jamie Covais would sell her soul to the devil to keep her house. She’d even sell her mother.

She did her best to keep her lips from trembling, from turning into a blathering blob of jelly at her attorney’s feet. She blinked back tears and shook her head. “I didn’t get any notices about a lawsuit. Doesn’t there have to be a summons or something? I didn’t sign anything…”

Carl Johnson, her attorney, levelled an asking stare at her. “Are you sure you received no summons? No one came to your door with a paper to sign?”

She thought hard until her mind began to melt, but there was no enlightenment. Her brains rattled when she shook her head. They were a perfect match to her broken heart. “No.”

Then a horrid thought struck her, and she couldn’t breathe. Wishing she didn’t have to admit this wouldn’t change the truth. “Sometimes Mom forgets to tell me things. She visited a couple times this year.” Carl pursed his lips, shook his grey head and hitched up his pant legs as he sank into his chair. He folded his hands in his lap as he leant back in his chair and regarded her with something akin to pity.

“She’s forgetful.” And irresponsible. And flighty. Unfortunately, the list of adjectives stretched beyond the horizon. Carl’s secretary, Nina, rapped on the door, and with an apologetic look, she carried papers to her boss. “Here’s what you asked for.”

After Nina handed them to him, she smiled shyly at Jamie and returned to her desk. Within seconds, rapid typing tickled Jamie’s ears. Carl perused the papers for several moments. The longer he read, the deeper his scowl etched into his forehead. Muttered oaths tumbled off his lips. Then he pushed his glasses down to the tip of his nose and gave her a penetrating look. “Is your mother Penelope Covais?”

Her breath hitched in her throat, and it was several moments before she could speak. What had dear old mom done this time? “Yes.”

“Is she a resident of this property? Or an owner?”

Again she squeaked out a ‘yes’ as the stars fell out her heaven. Nervous and scared to death, she pleated the folds of her skirt. God, she didn’t want to be another victim of the Florida housing crash, but she knew she was on the list.

Carl sighed heavily and leant back in his chair. He linked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. “Lordy. This is a royal mess.”

She closed her eyes and tried to drag in breath, but it was ragged and painful. All her dreams became dust in the wind. Everything crumbled before her eyes. Then Carl leant forward and hope lit his clear blue eyes, much like those in the picture of his deceased son in the spot of honour on his desk.
“Is your mother suffering from dementia?”

Jamie blinked. God, she hoped not. Penelope had been erratic and eccentric even at twenty, but she hadn’t lost her mind. “Not that I know of, at least. It’s not been diagnosed.”

“Do you have any money? Anybody who can loan it to you? Your mom? You said she’s an owner, too.”

She’d been over it so often her head was going to explode. “Only in my 401K. But doesn’t it take a couple months to get the money out?”

Light flickered in the lawyer’s eyes, and he leant forward. “I don’t think so. Talk to your HR 401K administrator right away. Take these papers with you and show him.” Jamie accepted back her death decree. If she’d had this notification earlier when her mother had first signed, she could have raided her retirement account then filed bankruptcy or something. Now, with two weeks to the fateful day, she was out of time.

Acid ate at her stomach, and she wondered if she’d rather die than be homeless. Where would she live? Where would she go? Wouldn’t she have to file bankruptcy anyway? No way could she come up with the money to pay rent and whatever hefty penalties were assessed for reneging on her loan after the new buyer waltzed away with her house.

Most of all what would happen to Peter and Tinkerbell, her huskies?

Trying to at least look positive even though she was dying inside, she gave her lawyer her best smile and rolled up the letter. “I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“Please do. I sure hope you can get this worked out.”

God, she did, too.

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