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New Release! Scion Book 1: House of Bardin by DCL Author Miriam Newman

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 12:59:00 +0000

He kissed her again. He kissed her and reason fled, storming away from Lela on an unreasoning tide. She wrapped one hand around the back of his head, holding a hank of his down-soft The lonian hair. Her traitorous hand twined in it, giving her a momentary illusion that she had some control over what was happening, but illusion was all it was.
He let his weight down carefully upon her, chest pressing her breasts, hip against hip, legs twined with hers so that she felt points of fire along her entire body. Everywhere he touched her seemed hot, so hot, and his kiss was wanton and demanding. Men had kissed her that way before and she had been repulsed. Caius kissed her that way and she moaned low in the back of her throat and opened her mouth. His erection was heavy and pressed her belly.

At last he raised his face from hers and his lips sought the place near the hollow of her shoulder that made her shudder when he nipped gently and then soothed the bite with his tongue. Unthinking, she let her hand drift to the back of his neck. The other was trapped between their bodies in a position where she might try to push him away, but she knew she wouldn’t.

“Caius, truly, I can’t,” she protested, and missed his smile in the dark. She had used his name—a very telling thing.

“You needn’t,” he said. “Just let me touch you.”

Touch her. It sounded innocent enough…it was anything but innocent. He shifted slightly—so slightly—and touched the tip of her breast with the tip of his tongue. She gasped and her back arched, beyond her control, and he slid an arm behind the small of her back as quickly as thought and lifted her. Lifted her strongly, possessively, and without the slightest protest from her. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she cried out.

Her breasts ached and throbbed deliciously—a wonderful torment that couldn’t be soothed. Holding her, he let his kisses rain down her body, finding every sensitive spot while she lay helpless in his embrace. Eventually she simply couldn’t restrain herself any longer and pressed into his kisses, panting in distress.

“I don’t even like you,” she said plaintively.

She felt the explosion of his breath against her skin. He was beside himself with mirth, shaking in her arms, laughing so hard that a reluctant grin quirked the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, Lela,” he moaned, pausing in his seduction. “I don’t think liking has anything to do with this.”

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noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 22:08:00 +0000

Review for Opposites Attract

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:50:00 +0000

Congrats on a wonderful review Mary!

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Review of Love Fang posted at TRS

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 14:42:00 +0000

Congrats Susan on a wonderful review!

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New Release! Not Without Love by Kate Hofman

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:30:00 +0000

Luisandro, a famed writer of serious fiction, meets Donna on the plane carrying them both from Seattle to Florida. Donna tells him she was in Seattle to bury her husband, victim of a freak accident. When he sympathizes, she says she was divorcing him for betraying her with a Seattle woman.

He suggests that she needs to work, not merely to keep the wolf from the door, but because she needs to distract her mind. She accepts the position of manager of his household, and his office files.

Luisandro, having divorced his flagrantly unfaithful wife, is intrigued by Donna, so diametrically opposed in character. Donna for her part begins to feel attracted to the to-die-for Luisandro. Various women try to capture Luisandro's interest, doing their best to denigrate Donna. A theft of a priceless painting is another disaster thrown into their path.

Can they overcome all these problems and find each other, after all?

New Release! Stonehenge by DCL Author Bill Haworth

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 14:13:00 +0000

The sobbing Jesse pointed to the pile of rubble at which Mags was barking furiously.

"What's he barking at, the idiot?" demanded Dad. "There's nothing there!"

"Holly went to fetch the frisbee and she just disappeared! " explained his sobbing daughter.

Mum (Mom) cradled the distraught girl as Dad dug furiously around the mound, thinking she might have fallen down a hole. Try as he did, he could find no holes.

As the lightning flashed once again, he briefly caught a glimpse of a girl as though in a mirage. "Holly!" he cried in stunned surprise.

"Dad! Dad! Help me!" Holly cried out, "I can't get back!"

Rowan the Arch-Druid ran over to survey the scene. An eerie glow of static electricity had formed on the wet, upright stones. With one hand, he rubbed them and realised what had happened.

"Holly!" he shouted. "When the lightning flashes again, run through the same place you went in!"

"Help me please!" cried Holly from the other side. "Mum (Mom), Dad, help me!"

The official guide turned up, demanding, "What's going on?" He turned a deathly pale as he saw the fading image
of Holly by the mound.

No more lightning flashed as the black cloud was blown away by a fresh wind. Dad looked on helpless as the
mirage that was his daughter now faded. Racking his brains, he shouted, "Think Holly, think! Use your brains darling!"

"What can I do," came Holly's faint reply.

"Find a holy man!" Rowan shouted. "We'll try to do something from this side!"

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] New Release! Viking Seduction by DCL Author Tracy L Ranson

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 03:32:00 +0000

Morgaine ap Rhodri stood at the prow of her ship, the Golden Princess. The strong wooden bow slipped through the semi-calm water as smooth as a ripple through silk. Tendrils of her free hair lifted, riding the same wind swelling the sails of the vessel. Dressed in blue-tinted men’s breeches and tunic, she drew in a deep breath and inhaled the salty tang of the sea, letting it fill her nostrils and lungs with its neat, familiar scent. How long had it been since her last trip on the sea? By her calculations, it had been almost too long. Had it not been for her father’s plans for her, she would not be here at all.
“Are you all right, Princess?” issued a strong male voice behind her. She turned around to see Robert, the captain of her ship, standing before her. Concern and worry stamped his aged features.
Morgaine shook her head and brushed the strands of loose hair over her shoulder.
“Aye, Robert. I was just thinking about home.” She leaned against the railing and stared at Robert. His face, the color of tanned leather, was creased and lined with age. White hair tumbled around his head in the ring of a halo, wafting in the gentle wind. He was no taller than three-quarters of a rod but he was mighty.
Despite his grizzled appearance, his smile was warm and inviting. “What were you thinking?”
She sighed and turned to gaze out toward the sea with her arms resting on the element-battered railing. “How much I would have liked to stay.”
Robert stepped up next to her, assuming the same pose. “You could have, you know.”
She shook her head. “No, I could not. Facing a life next to a man who would give his horse more regard than his wife was not an enlivening prospect. I refuse to play the part of political pawn, so this was my only choice.”
Robert’s tanned, freckled hand covered hers, squeezing gently. “If I were your father, I would have let you have some say in a choice of husband.”
“Much thanks, Robert. It pleases me that you think that way. However, my father, being who he is, decided my marriage to King Alfred of Wessex would prove to be a very good alliance with Wales. He was only doing as he was taught.”
“Still, I would ...”
She laid a finger to his lips. “That is enough, Robert. I want to discuss this no further. Now, where will our course take us?”
It was his turn to sigh. “France, then on to Spain. From there, we may go wherever our hearts desire.”
Morgaine cast her gaze out onto the crystal blue waters rumbling past the hull. With the dawn of each new day, her ship and destiny pushed away from the familiar Welsh shoreline she had loved so much. At least the unknown future of her flight was a far better prospect than facing a life with the horrific King of Wessex.
Just as she turned to her left, something caught her eye. Though it was quite a span away, it possessed the resemblance to a ship. She could not make out the size because of the distance, but something definitely intrigued her. Red and white material flapped at the vessel’s mast; mayhap it was a trading ship sailing by . They must be the sails of traders roaming the sea in search of good trading routes. Morgaine let a sigh of relief escape her lips. For a moment, she thought it might been a roving band of pirates in search of hapless ships to plunder.
“’Tis the Vikings!” echoed the call from the crow’s nest
“Princess, get down below!” Robert bellowed.
Her brow lifted. “What are the Vikings doing this far south this time of year?”
“I know not, but the fact remains they are here. Now get down below where you will be safe.”
Morgaine spun on a booted heel to face him. “No, Robert! Give me a sword! I can defend myself as best as any man!”
Robert gripped her upper arms in an iron clasp and pushed her toward the stairs.
“This is one time that I will not obey your orders, Princess.”
Rough hands shoved Morgaine into her cabin. Once she was in, the door slammed and locked behind her. Damn them! She kicked the door with vicious swipe while cursing Robert with a bitter tongue. She could take care of herself!
She paced uneasily as her mind continued to work. How was she going to get out of here? Suddenly, Morgaine’s gaze drifted to the hinges of the door. If she could just push up the pins holding the door in place, she would be able to move the door a bit and slip through the void.
Before she could find anything to take out the hinge pins, a loud thump resounded above her. She looked up as fear and trepidation pounded her temples. Would all of them live to see the end of the day? Fear formed a lump in her throat. Red and white vertically striped fabric comprised the sails of the approaching ship while a dragon’s head decorated the bow of the highly crafted vessel.
The Vikings were taking over her ship!
Her mouth dried instantly as a thin sheen of sweat beaded her upper lip. Storming hurriedly away from the window, Morgaine knelt next to her bed, her hands searching for her sword frantically. It must be here somewhere!
This seemed to go on for a few tense moments until her hands locked around the thick leather sheath of her sword. We shall see how much the Vikings withstand. The ornate hilt, with her initials carved in the sturdy metal, was made of the best material iron Wales could produce. Her father had the blade fashioned for her to give to her husband on their wedding day. From the moment she had planned her escape, Morgaine knew this weapon was a must for her journey.
With a firm grip on the hilt, the smooth cold points dug into her palm and became comfortable, almost like a long lost friend. She pulled the blade out of its leather sheath and stood up, hefting the weapon from one hand to the other... perfect for her size. Perhaps Father had it made for her all along instead of her husband. Now came the harder task. She needed to hide her hair.
Morgaine ripped open a coffer at the end of her bed and plowed through the box with furious abandon. There had to be something here she could use! Gowns, bodices, and undergarments flew around her as she searched for a head covering. Nothing availed itself to her until near the bottom, underneath one of her darker gowns, lay a black velvet cap.
Picking up the neatly constructed cap, she jammed the hat on her head and crammed all errant strands beneath.
Once finished, Morgaine wielded the blade. Sharp slices of air parting echoed around her. Any man who got in her way would end up with the tip through his gullet.
Dropping to her knees at the door, she extracted a small dagger from her boot. She took the edge and dug between the top of the pin and the metal hinge. Using all the strength she possessed, Morgaine pushed upward. The pin never moved an inch. She tried again. Muscles bunched and strained in her arms but she refused to give up. She had to get out of here. With a grunt and a fresh round of unbound determination, Morgaine tried again. This time, the pin moved slowly up until the rounded metal fell from the hinge. She repeated her efforts with the other pin. At first, it also refused to move but with the same bit of will, she removed that one as well.
Standing up, Morgaine strained against the hard wood until it gave way. She slipped through the small void created between the jamb and the door. Above her, the scuffle of feet and shouts of anxious voices intensified. The Vikings had to be very close or even on board.
Winding her way through the darkened stairwell, Morgaine watched her steps, looking to the left and right for anyone to pounce on her. No one was there. Her mouth grew dry as she headed toward the steps, her weapon drawn.
Morgaine mounted the stairs, taking one step at a time as she listened to the sounds on the other side of the door. Everything remained muffled, not allowing her a clear idea of the ensuing mayhem. What was happening?
Light seeped through the crack under the door as well as the sharp smell of burning wood. Her eyes watered. Jesu, her ship was on fire!
Morgaine charged out of the door and stormed the deck, brandishing her sword before her like a flame. To her left was a young lad, about her size. His blade flashed in a blinding arc in her line of vision, but she caught his steel with her own. Metal clashed against metal with sparks flying as they danced around in a circle of death, thrusting back and forth. With quickness on her side, Morgaine swiped her sword at his belly. The redheaded lad fell forward, his eyes turning glassy before he fell onto the deck, his hands clutching the wound as if to prevent the bleeding. The hot coppery smell of blood commingled with that of the burning wood stung her nostrils and encouraged her belly to retch at all this death. This was one thing she had never experienced before.
Morgaine turned to see more of the Vikings scramble over the side of The Golden Princess. They swung from the mast of their ship on thick ropes and descended like hungry insects ready to feed on dead flesh. Fear threatened to overtake her. She quelled the disastrous emotion. They must defeat these heathens without any reservation or quarter.
She slewed her head to the right. There was another Viking about her size about to slay one of the cabin boys. She picked up a discarded Viking sword as well as her own and rushed to the boy’s side, burying both blades in the mid-section of the taller man. Blood spurted from his wounds and bathed her in coppery warmth. Before she could stop herself, the contents of her stomach spilled through her mouth and mingled with the congealing blood on the deck. Jesu! Why did she do that?
Tossing the Viking sword to the boy, she leapt up on deck with hers, pushing her way through the thick throng of men fighting20each other. The swift descent of the enemy had all but ended now with all of the raiders aboard her ship.
Suddenly, she caught sight of Robert backed against the side of the ship with a sword at his throat. A large Viking held the hilt as his bulging, naked arms glistened with blood and sweat. Tendrils of long blond hair streamed out from underneath his helmet and flowed over those massive shoulders. She narrowed her eyes and stared at him, calculating his strength. He was large, but she had the element of surprise on her side. Leaping from the prow Morgaine ran, her sword poised in front of her, ready to thrust at the tall man. Just as she came within reach of his back, a sharp pain rang in her head, then her world grew hazy. She felt herself fall and slipped into the bleak world of unconsciousness the moment her head hit the blood-splattered deck.

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New Release! Her Noble Destiny by DCL Author Annie Marshall

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 08:46:00 +0000

Her Noble Destiny

New Release! Spirit Awakened by DCL Author Miriam Newman

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 28 May 2009 17:26:00 +0000

In the twilight, Caln hunkered on his thighs perhaps ten feet from the girl, feeding her pieces of beefsteak that she picked off his knife. Usually he had venison, but a brainless young heifer had broken a leg and he had been forced to cut her throat. For the moment, he had rare and precious beef which he cut into pieces from a platter on the ground beside him. He would not give the platter to the girl, but made her stay, dependent on him for each bite. It was a subtle lesson. He would feed her, but only on his terms.
She had pretty eyes, not the usual blue or gray of Westenian girls. There was barely enough to light to see that hers were hazel-green, the color of growing things, and watched him warily.

“You shouldn’t try to go up the cliff in the dark,” he said, feeding her. Although she gave no indication that she could understand him, he was convinced that she did. Why she didn’t answer was another matter. But he was satisfied just to have someone to talk to and he laughed gently at her look of discomfort.

“Yes, I know you live in the cave,” he confirmed. “We all know you’re there, but unless you steal from the other farms, they won’t trouble you. I don’t care if you steal from me. I have enough. But the others are very poor. If they catch you, they’ll abuse you and take you downriver to the town where your people are living. It’s not a nice place. You should stay close to here. Tonight, you may sleep in the barn. I will give you a blanket. You can go when you want to.”

“Or you can sleep in the cabin if you like,” he added, oh, so off-handedly. She gave him such a wry look that he knew then she understood his speech. She understood everything.

“I know men have hurt you,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

The girl sat with her back against the tree, regarding him steadily. Chica, beefsteak, the offer of a blanket…and a bed. She had finished the steak and she stood up, in a defensive posture.

Caln smiled. “I will bring you a blanket.”

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New Review for LOVE FANG!!

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Wed, 27 May 2009 23:17:00 +0000

Here's what Roxanne Rhoads at Fang-tastic Books said:

Can a handsome vampire and a beautiful dentist make love work? LOVE FANG is ablaze with zip, charm, suspense and romance. Susan Blexrud’s novels are so addictive that they are like a scrumptious chocolate cake, one bite, and you’re hooked! Ms. Blexrud creates smart, amusing characters that bristle with believable sexual electricity. LOVE FANG is a wickedly delicious vampire tale that should not be missed!

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I have a Review!!! 4 cups!

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Fri, 22 May 2009 00:50:00 +0000

DREAMS OF A RAVEN MOON
VERONICA TOWERS
ISBN# 978-1-921347- 85-6
February 2009
DCL Publications
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E-book
$3.50
119 pages
Regency Romance
Rating: 4 Cups
Lady Shannon Masters is a quiet and somewhat shy country girl who finds herself in the midst of the attentions of a man with a reputation for cruelty. A man who wants her affection but seems to be able do nothing but upset and insult her.
Viscount Ravenleigh soon finds himself fascinated with the demure Lady Shannon. But nothing he plans seems to work. At every turn he gets it wrong, until he embarrasses her in front of the Ton and finds himself dueling for her honor.
Shannon knows she is below the needs of a man like Nathaniel; the Viscount has a reputation of liking a certain type of woman. Nathaniel loves the fact that Shannon sees the man he is, not the looks he was born with. Now all has to do is convince her that he is not just trying to save her reputation.
Shannon and Nathaniel are an amazing couple. It seems in places that fate herself is against them. Shannon’s quiet strength and Nathaniel’s security in his position and his family give them the ability to face even the most unusual of circumstances. Ms Towers’ Cockney English is a little difficult to follow, but this does not seem to detract from what is a refreshing and appealing romance.
Hollie
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

New Release! Best of Friends by DCL Author S.J. Ronayne

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 21 May 2009 11:36:00 +0000

Best of Friends

It was eleven o’clock Saturday morning after a long trip out of town. That meant Duke had probably been up for six hours and would be by soon to pick up Cubby and take Ari out to lunch. Ari sat in the middle of her bed with Cubby doing his damnedest to curl around her hips. The book Libby had helped her pick out sat open a few inches in front of her folded legs.

How to Seduce a Man Without Looking Desperate
Well, the title pretty much said it all. She wanted to seduce Duke without looking like she was trying to seduce him. She skipped the part about finding the man to focus on; after all, she already had that. The second section was on flirting. Some of the suggestions the book offered made Ari realized she was doing the exact opposite.

The first suggestion was already out the window. It said to leave him with a little mystery. That was too late considering Ari and Duke had known each other since they were little kids. Number two held possibilities. “Casual touches such as touching his arm and leaning into his body space to get the time. Find a way to ‘accidentally’ brush your leg or arm against his. Put on a sexy perfume then ask him what he thinks. For those more timid, place it on your wrist or the inside of your elbow; for those more daring, dab some on your neck or behind the ears. Don’t go for anything too audacious such as behind the knee.”

Much to Cubby’s dismay Ari got up and walked to her vanity. Her parents had recently sent her some packages from their retirement world travel extravaganza. One of the gifts was a vial of scented oil from China. It was a sweet spicy floral. It was very different from the vanilla scent she’d worn since she was sixteen and Ari figured now might as well be the time for something new. She popped off the stopper of the decorative glass bottle and touched the bottom of it to her wrists. She swiped her wrists against the insides of her elbows and then touched the stopper to her neck. On her skin the perfume wasn’t as strong and seemed even more pleasant a scent than in the bottle.

Retrieving the book she went to her chest of drawers. The book suggested clothing, while it should fit the environment, that didn’t mean it couldn’t be sexy. Clothes that followed the body, that were neither snug nor voluminous, were best. They showed off curves without being trashy. Since they would probably go somewhere casual for lunch, shorts and a tee were good. Ari pulled out a pair of faded pink denim shorts that ended a few inches below her butt and had a little give but weren’t saggy. The top was a sleeveless V-neck, empire-waist cream cotton shirt with small yellow and pink dots in a haphazard pattern. After choosing a coordinating nail color she painted her nails and toenails, waiting for Duke to arrive.

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Knight's Desire

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Mon, 18 May 2009 02:48:00 +0000

Check out this video: HER NOBLE DESTINY By Annie Marshall

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HER NOBLE DESTINY By Annie Marshall

Surrender to Fear by Sherri L. Gibson

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Sat, 16 May 2009 18:36:00 +0000

Surrender to Fear by Sherri L. Gibson

Within These Stone Walls is up for book of the week! (+ adult excerpt)

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Sat, 16 May 2009 18:27:00 +0000

My paranormal tale Within These Stone Walls received a 4 ½ Cherries review from Whipped Cream! Woo hoo! Plus, it is up for Book of the Week! I’d appreciate your vote in the poll! The poll is only open Saturday the 16th and Sunday the 17th.

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Reviewer Tiger Lily states: “Ms. Lee writes a captivating tale. She grabs the reader from page one and allows her characters to run the gamut of emotions until the very end.”

Carpe Noctem,
Des

Blurb:

If walls could talk…

Danica Heuer gave her word to her Uncle Arthur on his deathbed. She would take her inheritance and buy a castle. The remark was flippant at the time, but now that Uncle Art is gone, she is honor-bound to keep that promise.

The castle Danica buys turns out to be the boon she needed to lift her spirits. Majestic and dignified, she falls in love with her new purchase immediately. The steward is helpful and very informative about the castle’s rich history and lore. Things are perfect. Or are they?

Danica’s dreams become tumultuous. Strange sounds in the night wake her. The longer she stays, the more hushed whispers she hears in town about her castle.

What will Danica do when she discovers the terrifying truth about her castle, contained deep Within These Stone Walls?

Adult Excerpt:

Over the next week, Danica’s nightly dreams were dynamic. She saw the castle as she had in previous nights, in its early years. Tonight in particular, she saw the handsome Lord Vollhoffer, looking every bit as majestic as he appeared in the portrait hanging in the hallway. She felt like a blushing virgin again as he approached her, reaching for her hand. She offered it daintily, coupled with a deep, respectful curtsey. Lord Vollhoffer took her hand and deposited upon it a tender kiss. Danica felt awash with delight. Her insides tingled as if his kiss held magic. His touch commanded her senses to obey. She looked up into his russet eyes. By all that was holy, this man was captivating! With a mere glance he spoke volumes. This was a look of pure desire.

Danica could not resist him, nor did she want to. Words were unnecessary as he tucked her gloved hand into the crook of his arm, leading her up the stairwell. She instinctively knew where they were headed. Once they had arrived at the bedroom door, he opened it for her and gestured for her to enter before him. She did so with a demure nod, stepping in and looking at the room as if she were seeing it for the first time.

The opulent furnishings left her breathless. They were different in the dream than what was currently decorating the room. The bed was made of hand-carved teak. The posts were decorated with a serpentine twist, spiraling diagonally from the ornate finials down to the floor. The headboard and footboard were equally elaborate. Danica wanted to run over and jump in it, pulling the handsome Lord with her, but that would be far too bold. Her body trembled with a commixture of nervousness and craving.

Lord Vollhoffer shut the door hard and the sound echoed with a staunch finality. She was trapped, yet she had no wish to be anywhere but here with him. He wasted no time in claiming his conquest. Moving quickly to her, he slipped his hand behind her head. His fingers snaked gently through her hair as he cradled her in his grasp, leaning in. Their eyes closed in unison as their lips met.

Sensation swelled within Danica again, that intense want. His kiss fueled her ardor and she moaned softly against his lips. She felt his other hand slip around her back, pulling her to him. With their bodies pressed together, she could feel his urgent need even through the multiple layers of fabric both were wearing.

His hands moved from their grip on her to her bodice, tugging forcefully on the laces. It was like something out of a tawdry romance novel. Just when Danica thought he was about to snap them, they gave way. Her chest heaved as it was loosed from its bonds. The dress was pushed from her shoulders, slipping downward. She wiggled her arms to urge it to release and the weighty fabric fell prey to gravity, pooling about her ankles. He drew back from the kiss for only a moment to raise her chemise over her head. She permitted him, raising her arms to facilitate easier removal.

Her own hands were not idle. She ran her fingers along his chausses and pushed them down, along with his braies. Her hands moved to grip his firm manhood. Goodness, he was blessed! She could only imagine what pleasures he could bring to her and her yearning grew. He removed his own upper garments, tossing them aside, forgotten the moment they were cast.

His muscular arms lifted her up off the floor, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down upon it with extraordinary care, as if she were fragile and would break. He climbed atop her, forsaking the temptation of foreplay. Neither of them wanted to wait.

Coupled with another fiery kiss, he pushed his way in to her tight heat. There was no pain, as he was not the first man to claim her, and surprisingly enough, she was already wet for him. His welcome intrusion rocked Danica and she gasped, exhaling with a deep moan of joy. His hips worked with forceful, rhythmic thrusts, each bringing her higher toward bliss.

Her knees bent, parting her legs more for him. He accepted the access gratefully, driving deeper still. She had been right. He did know how to reach her most erogenous places with his large member. Oh, did he ever!

Her breath grew heavy as their bodies pitched in tandem. The soft mattress cradled her in sharp contrast to his hard body. His driving thrusts evoked indescribable sensations deep within her. She had never wanted a man as much as she wanted him. More and more, over and over, their shared ardor intensified. She broke first, giving over to the ecstasy. It was as if she had cascaded over a waterfall of delight, but wasn’t done yet. Her voice was relegated to a mere whimpering moan.

His impetus surged higher as his body ravished hers. She had never had sex so enlivened, so zealous. He made her feel desired. She felt beautiful.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he drove in deep and hard. She found her voice and shrieked as her body quivered with the sensory overload. His thrusts became jerky, hips moving spasmodically as his throaty moan joined hers. She felt his massive cock pulsating deep inside her as he reached his release point.

He withdrew and rolled over to lie beside her. Danica turned to her side, draping one leg over his, curling up next to him. The sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her breath was still shallow and fast. She grazed her fingertips along his chest, smoothing the wisps of hair there. She liked a little bit of chest hair on a man. Of course, she didn’t mind looking at models who had the buff, shaved and oiled chests. Eye candy is eye candy after all, but for her own men, she liked a little softness there to nuzzle her cheek to.

Neither of them was willing to break the companionable silence by speaking. The lord of the castle had chosen her, had taken her to his bedchamber and given her the greatest sexual pleasure she had ever known. Danica was awed. She wondered what other sordid or possibly romantic plans he had for her. Would he toss her out now that she had given in to his wiles? Or would he be so pleased with her that he would wed her and make her Lady Vollhoffer? Where did that thought come from?

©2008 – Desirée Lee

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The Saxon Bride by CH Admirand BookPeek

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New Release! Summer Solstice by DCL Author Kate Hofman

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 14 May 2009 11:55:00 +0000

They entered the bedroom, and Margaret moved to a sofa by the open fireplace, but Alessandro had other ideas. “I detest sofas for what I have in mind, cara,” he shrugged, and swept Margaret with him to the huge bed.

“I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake, I am not interested in that sort of thing, please let me go.” Her voice shaking with indignation, Margaret tried to free herself, but Alessandro had a firm grip on her, and managed to tumble her back onto his bed.

“Very nice, you’ve made your protest, and now we can get on with the more serious business of pleasuring each other,” he said calmly.

“Not with me, you won’t! I am Tom’s office manager, and did him the favour of coming to do secretarial work for you, I didn’t…. I’m not like…”

“With the right amount of coaxing, all women are exactly like that,” Alessandro assured her, to her fury.

“Where have you been while women liberated themselves from men like you?” Margaret asked, deeply upset. “No means no, and you better get used to that. Now let me go!”

Alessandro smiled. “I like this. You can’t imagine how tired I get of women draping themselves all over me, eager for the cachet of having slept with a prince…”

Margaret interrupted him, “Believe me, I’m not the least bit interested in sleeping with a prince I barely met this morning. I’ll agree to go to this dinner with you, that is all. I will borrow one of these dresses, which I will return to you at the end of the dinner. But that is it.”

Alessandro frowned. “I dislike coaxing, but if I must, I must, I suppose. It’s the Summer Solstice, Margaret, we have to celebrate it. And the best way to celebrate the Summer Solstice… Come on, cara, don’t be difficult, you know you’re only playing games with me. I saw your eyes; you want me.” He succeeded in getting the bathsheet off her, and his own clothes melted away as if by magic. He must have seduced zillions of women…

“For heaven’s sake, Margaret, you’re as slippery as an eel. How can I…Ah…” To her distress, Margaret felt herself penetrated none too gently by something huge. She couldn’t hold back a small cry of pain, which Alessandro seemed to take as a personal compliment. He drew back a little and she hoped he would withdraw entirely, but no, he only drove himself in deeper, and harder.

Still in pain from his tearing the hymen, she was wondering when she would be introduced to the joys of lovemaking, when Alessandro speeded up, finally whispering, “Ah…” against her mouth, as she felt the heat of his seed exploding into her depths. Oh, my. I’ve never felt anything as totally erotic as this… But the books said I’d feel absolute rapture… Maybe that comes with practice… With him? That isn’t very likely, no. Moments later, he collapsed on her.

After a while he left her body. “I’m sorry this had to be a quickie, Margaret, but later we’ll have all night and…”

Margaret rolled off the bed, not bothering with the bathsheet, quickly finding her own clothes and getting into them with remarkable speed. “I hope I never see you again. And I’ll tell Tom what your secretarial work consisted of. Call yourself royal – a kid from a public school could teach you manners.” With that, Margaret flew to the door, his plaintive, “But cara, what on earth is wrong?” sounding in her ears. Once in the big reception room, Margaret saw two men getting up. She threw them a repressive glance, strode unhurriedly through the double entrance doors, and went quickly into the elevator. I’ve got to get out of here! was her only thought. She made it to the hotel’s huge lobby without being intercepted by any of Alessandro’s staffers. Which was lucky for the staffers, she thought.

By time she got back to the gallery, intending to complain bitterly to Tom about his friend’s true intentions, the gallery was closed. Damn. I’d better go home. Have another shower. Wash that royal bastard’s fingerprints off me.

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Review:

Heide Katros, reviewer

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Ms. Hofman nails the arrogance of European royalty with her newest novel Summer Solstice. Sensuous, sexy and teasing, this novel has all the elements of pure romance.

This reviewer loves a novel that portrays the hero as the superior male with all the arrogance of that particular species. And there is nothing more satisfying than to see him brought to his knees, when he realizes what true love really means.

Summer Solstice

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Review of A HIDDEN AGENDA by Kate Hofman @ Ecataromance.com

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 07 May 2009 12:23:00 +0000

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Review: A Hidden Agenda by Kate Hofman
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An inner determination to succeed.

Benedict Alessandrini has a dilemma; his wife doesn’t know who he is after she was savagely attacked by an unbalanced admirer. But that isn’t all, his mother wants him to marry the woman she has chosen even if it means destroying the woman he loves. For Lily learning that she is married has come as a shock but slowly she begins to regain her memory and their love, while also discovering that she is pregnant. But how is she going to handle her fanatical mother-in-law, especially when this woman won’t stop until she gets what she wants? With their marriage and the life of their child at risk; Benedict will do whatever it takes to protect his wife, even at the expense of his mother. Will they have the life that they want or will Benedict’s mother destroy their lives with her demands?

Hidden Agenda by Kate Hofman is a contemporary story about more than love and romance, it is also about how far a man will go to safeguard not only the love of his life but those he cares about. I really enjoyed Lily and Benedict because after all the adversity they suffer they are able to make their marriage work. Lily comes across as being delicate and fragile but hidden beneath the surface is a woman not afraid to fight for what is hers. And her husband is the same, because even though Benedict tries to put off the inevitable once it touches his wife he will do whatever it takes to protect not only her but his sister as well. I love reading Ms Hofman’s work and I definitely loved reading this book.

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About the Book:
Genre: contemporary
ISBN: 978-1-921347- 95-5
Price: $ 4.50
Reviewer: Sheryl

Sensuality Rating: Sultry
Star Rating: 5 Stars

Author's Website: http://www.katehofman.com/

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New Release! Dancer Dog by DCL Author Miriam Newman

noreply@blogger.com (DCL Publications) — Thu, 07 May 2009 12:17:00 +0000

“We’re home,” I said in that tone you use when you give a dog the good news, and her soft ears pricked. She sat up, looking eagerly out the window. She hadn’t come to any palace, just a hundred-year- old Victorian cottage swamped with evergreens, bamboo and a lot of weeds I never found time to whack. But it boasted a fascinating yard I had already decided to have fenced in despite the cost. Sam and I walked the perimeter of the proposed yard so the dog could pee copiously once more, and then my friend (whose husband was waiting for her) had to take her leave of us. She had been walking Dancer and the dog seemed a trifle confused when I took the leash, as though she had considered Sam her new owner, but when I led her into a warm place that smelled like food, she went right in.

Kitty, accustomed to dogs, actually deigned to thump down from the rocking chair to greet us. The next thing I knew, I was flattened against the solid oak door as a rampaging whirlwind ripped out of my unprepared grasp. The cat had MOVED--God save the mark!—and Dancer responded instantly. Poor Kitty, who hadn’t run that fast since her youth, whipped up the slippery wooden steps. She was able to make good her getaway because Dancer had never before encountered steps. The dog thrashed at the bottom, lunging in impotent fury, unable to deduce how to get upstairs.

“No!” I admonished when I could catch my breath. “Bad dog! No chase!”

She looked at me as if I was crazy.

“Oh, come on,” I said, relenting. “Let’s eat.”

“I was just about to,” her expression said. “Where did that cat go, anyway?”

Kitty had gone to the attic. She stayed there for a long time and she must have had telepathy with Smudgie, the barn cat, because I didn’t see old Smudge for days.

Her food disappeared and so did she.

There followed a delightful afternoon and evening of snoozing on the couch with the dog tucked in the same position she had assumed with Sam, in this case flat on top of me with her nose between my neck and shoulder. As long as her eyes were hidden, that tuck seemed to say, she couldn’t spot anyone coming to take her away from heaven. A wave of protective warmth suffused my heart. This dog must have been through hell. Who knew what awful things had happened to her? Well, her troubles were over. I would see to that.

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