Of Ink and Quille

Taboo - a pagan erotica anthology

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Fri, 24 May 2013 13:01:00 +0000

Taboo - A Pagan Erotica Anthology

These are stories of lust. Not a timid, discrete lust, but one that reaches to the heavens and feeds the divine within us. A sacrifice to Pan, a Beltaine celebration in a poly family, a BDSM scene where Tarot leads the way, an exotic dancer offering her performance to Ishtar, and a sensual exploration by the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone, this first Taboo anthology is a testament to naughty and kinky imaginations. Step in, leave your preconceptions at the door, and enjoy the ride!

Adult-content rating: This book contains content considered unsuitable for young readers 17 and under, and which may be offensive to some readers of all ages

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Full Bloom by Bianca Sarble

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Wed, 22 May 2013 13:49:00 +0000

Tash Hathaway has moved back to Freewill to open her own flower shop—Freewill Flower Garden. She is actively seeking a man to fill her Mr. Right vacancy and has even signed up to find him online. But when she finds duds instead of studs Cassi, Tash's best friend, convinces her to take a break and live a little, make some of her cowboy fantasies come true before settling down.

When his riding partner is injured, Nathan Davis goes home for a break from the PRCA circuit. He returns to find his life changing in ways he's not ready for. Nor does he expect the distraction of a beautiful small town girl who fulfills his wildest fantasies.

Tash and Nathan collide in a lust-filled bubble, but neither of them are prepared when things get serious. Can love come to full bloom between two people determined to have a temporary bit of fun?

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Bianca Sarble: http://biancasarble.wordpress.com

Why Cream Puffs and Foodie Romance go Together!

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 07:00:00 +0000

I can imagine writing a hot story about a Thai chef who seasons his dishes with lots of spice. Curries, Thai peppers, lemongrass, garlic. All those good things. The pans would literally sizzle in the kitchen. Yeah, I can see that.

But what about their breath? I mean, do you want a kiss so hot your lips burn and make you reach for a glass of milk to cool it off? Probably not! With pastry, though, you don’t have that problem.

Light fluffy pastry dough. Sensuous whipped cream filling. Sweet raspberry sauce drizzled over the top. Mmmm. I’ll admit there are dangers to pastry though. Frosting can get everywhere… like all over your sexy black dress – the one you wore to seduce the chef in.

Syrupy sauces can also present problems. What if your lips get stuck together? Or other parts? Good grief. The only way to save the day might be to lick your way out!

You can’t do that with hot peppers. Just ain’t gonna happen. No sir. I mean you can try it… but I’m just gonna stand over here and watch!

So there are reasons why Violet Cunningham likes pastry. There are reasons she likes the town’s newest pastry chef Max even more. Let’s just say he’s handy. Very handy. Wink wink. Here’s an example of his handiness:

His mouth surged over mine, his lips warm, wet, and insistent, as though he needed to make up for lost time. I heartily seconded the sentiment, and the kiss turned from buttery hot and soft to spicy and decadent with a touch of dare.

I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, and we both moaned at the intrusion, his hips bucking against mine as he pressed my butt into the table. I clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer as my initial embarrassment waned. He tasted of sweet pastry, and I savored the flavor as I relaxed in his arms. God, the hungers the man awoke in me with just one kiss!

I’d dressed “professionally” for the occasion—stockings, skirt, silk work blouse, light blazer, and heels—so it wasn’t a surprise to feel the heat of his hand brush along the smooth stocking covering my thigh. But I let out a yelp as his strong fingers ripped through the material and pushed the stocking aside, delving under the crotch of my panties, headed directly toward my wetness.

“Spread for me,” he growled.

My sex clenched but my tremulous legs parted, obeying his command to give him easy access. Long, thick fingers slid through my dampness until they were coated with my slick cream before plunging inside my wet core. I moaned into his kiss at the glorious pressure and he chuckled. His other arm held me close as his mouth continued to plunder mine, setting up a tantalizing rhythm with his tongue and his fingers that my body could not ignore. My head rolled back and my hips rocked into his thrusts. I emitted soft, mewling cries every time his cock ground against my clit. It felt so good I thought I’d died and gone to pink frosting heaven. “Oh, God. Please. Just a little more….”

He quickly upped his game, nibbling down the column of my neck and then moving his fingers up to my clit, circling it with my own slippery juices until I was on the brink of breaking apart and screaming my head off. Then he abruptly pulled his hand away. “Dinner.”

“W-what?” Every brain cell in my mind struggled to comprehend the concept of language. It seemed so foreign, so far away, so unnecessary. My hot button throbbed with frustration. I’d been so close….

“Dinner. Have dinner with me. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

I panted, trying to form words. No matter how I rocked my hips, he remained just out of reach from where I needed him most. My fingers dug into his back, silently demanding satisfaction. But he gave me none.

“Say yes,” he commanded. “Or this ends here. Now.”

I think Max would agree that pastry is the safer bet. Let’s ask him:

Max: Of course it is. I know what women like. (He comes closer to the screen). I know how to satisfy their desires….

Okay! Well Max is happy being a pastry chef. He’s happy to feed women. But will Violet let him feed all her needs? All of them???

You’ll have to check out the book to see!

Sweet Cravings by Eva Lefoy, out now at Decadent Publishing. Buy Link: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=738&osCsid=gs7j93vufm7pfl6gpibjhmqah4

Thanks for reading!

Eva

Eva Lefoy Bio:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Eva-Lefoy/e/B00CE0EY0G

Blog: http://writery.wordpress.com/

Historical Trivia

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 03:16:00 +0000

As a historical romance author I strive to be as accurate on my details as I possibly can be. This isn't always easy, considering there are blank spots in history where I have to say what happened here? Still, half the fun is the research.

So I thought I'd send out a question for you: What's your favorite tidpit from history? Do you have a bit of trivia that you'd like to share? Or perhaps you have a question you've always wanted to ask but didn't know where to look for the answer?

I'm not an expert on every aspect of history - but I do have some pretty cool research under my belt and I'll be happy to help out.

For now here's a couple tidbits for you to think of:

In Ireland it was considered to be a social blunder NOT to offer a guest a bath.
Cetlci women wore makeup - just like the Egyptians.
Roman women sugared themselves to rid their bodies of hair.

Backlists vs new releases

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sun, 14 Apr 2013 16:04:00 +0000

As an author, especially in todays industry, you do have to have some ideas for marketing yourself, your books, your very brand. Something I hear all the time is to have a backlist of books, and I do. Currently I have thirteen books out under my name and another seven under my pen name. Some of these books are doing well, others seem to have fallen off the reader's radar.

In the hope that I can generate new interest, and thus improve my connection to my readers I'm going to try something different. Too often we forget what has come before, I can tell you what titles I have, what genres, even a bit about each of my books...but if a reader doesn't know about them what good will that do?

I write for the love of it. Its part of me. But, I also have to be honest when I say the royalties are also a big reason why I continue to do this. So, each week I'm going to feature my backlist - tidbits, trivia, and more to refresh these stories in my fans' minds. This week we'll be starting off with Master's Mistress - a spicy, thrill ride set in Ancient Ireland during the Viking occupation.

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Master's Mistress by Patricia Bates

Master's Mistress is a tale of love, of betrayal and revenge set in the lush green countryside of Ireland. A story of finding redemption and love with someone who is beyond your reach.

Sibling rivalry, deceit, and seduction flourish in Ancient Ireland as Amoda Ni Cormac struggles to free herself from the shadows of her enslavement.

His brother’s wedding brings Norse Prince Mykyl back to Bratthl’id Norway, and face to face with the proud Amoda Ni Cormac, a woman destined to be his oldest brother’s concubine. Driven by revenge, Mykyl steals the emerald eyed beauty.

Bound by duty, secrets, and lies, Mykyl and Amoda are caught in a battle for survival that will ultimately set them free.

Breathless Press GBLT Tour

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sun, 10 Mar 2013 21:27:00 +0000

Breathless Press Releases – GLBT Romance

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About Breathless Press:

http://www.breathlesspress.com/

Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

Our Goal?

Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.

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Donovan's Deal by Lee Brazil

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Blurb:

Making a family is harder than keeping house. Donovan's patience is wearing thin, but Mischa needs time to make things right. Will Christmas bring heartache or compromise?

Mischa Blake needs the relaxation of the Blake brothers' weekly poker games now more than ever as he feels the pressure of his responsibilities as a parent, partner, and student multiplying. When one of his siblings proposes reviving their game of Truth or Dare, Mischa revolts. Instead, they all agree to share a truth, and Mischa has to decide how much of his domestic situation to share with his family.

The frantic pace of life is overwhelming, and Mischa has begun to let things slide. With the holidays just around the corner, he figures his current situation is a temporary thing. When he misses one of his son's soccer game that Donovan left work early to attend, time runs out.

Upset by the hurt in their son's eyes, Donovan decides that something must be done. He's worried that he's pushed Mischa into doing things at the wrong time, pushed his dreams on his young lover, just pushed too hard for too much in general.

In a desperate attempt to get Mischa to think about what he wants instead of what Donovan wants, Donovan issues an ultimatum. He sends Mischa away with orders to think about his priorities.

Excerpt

"Where have you been, Mischa?"

It took a moment for the impact of the question to soak into his lust dazed mind. But he got it. Furious, he pushed Donovan's hands off and stepped back. "What do you mean where have I been? Last time I checked, I was an adult capable of coming and going as I pleased."

"That's funny. Really. Because last time I checked you and I were partners, the next best thing to married and the fathers of a disturbed child who needs structure, routine and love."

Donovan's voice lost its reasonable tone and his anger was clear. Tough. Fury coursed through Mischa's veins. Was Donovan suggesting somehow that he was at fault? "I am still your partner, and Matt's father. But that doesn't mean I don't have other responsibilities and can just hang around here picking up after the two of you."

"Is that how you see us? Responsibilities? I guess that answers me pretty neatly, doesn't it?"

His jaw worked furiously. Fist clenched at his side, Mischa opened his mouth to speak.

"Just...stop. Whatever clever, rebellious retort you're about to make, hold on to it. Don't say something you can't unsay, just, please listen to me." Donovan interrupted him.

Mischa drew in a long deep breath. Yeah, what he'd probably been about to say might have hurt someone's feelings...but what about his feelings? He nodded.

"I pushed you into too much, too quickly. The last three years should have been you enjoying college, us enjoying each other, and instead, I pushed you to adopt and be a parent. It was too much. But I could swear that you loved him as much as I did the moment we set eyes on Matt."

Heart aching, Mischa whispered, "I did." What the fuck was going on? Why did it sound like Donovan was breaking up with him?

"The thing is, Mischa. We're adults. We made all the choices and Matt got pulled along with us. Now, I understand how you could want to be free, to hang out with your friends, go to parties and..." He waved a hand. "Do whatever you want."

A warming flush spread over his face and Mischa lost all interest in sex. "What are you talking about?"

"You were supposed to be here to go to the soccer game with us. You said you were going to the library. You disappeared. Ran off with Dex and Trick without even bothering to tell us where you were going, because I'm damn sure you didn't take those two to the library with you! How do you suppose that made me feel? How do you think it made Matt feel?"

Biting his lip, Mischa stared at his lover. "I..."

"I'm an adult and I can handle it, Mischa. But Matt is a child and he's been hurt by enough people who are supposed to care for him. I can't let you keep hurting him like that."

"I love Matt. I'd never hurt him."

"Your not being here hurts him, Mischa." Donovan met his gaze steadily. "You need to take the weekend and think this through."

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Teaching Teacher by Raven McAllan

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Blurb

Finding love in a new town had not been in Seb's plans. But life has a tendency to throw you curveballs – like Ruari.

When the new head teacher walks into his bar, Ruari knows he has to have him, and damn the consequences. When lust turns to love, nothing else matters. Together they will overcome, no matter what. Or will circumstances drive them apart?

Excerpt

Ruari's head was spinning, his arms were stiff, his cock ached, and he wanted to be alone with Seb. It seemed like hours, but was probably no more than forty-five minutes, before he judged they could leave his bar staff to finish off. He swung behind the bar, grabbed a surprised Seb, and kissed him full on the lips. Cheers and catcalls sounded from the people around the bar.

"You." He finished off with a squeeze to Seb's ass, "are a fucking star. Definitely, a fucking star."

"Too much info, boss." Dave was smirking at him.

Oh fucking shit. He realized where he was. Bollocks and buggery and any other appropriate epithets. How the hell was he going to sort this monumental cock-up out? He chanced a look at Seb's expression, and sighed inwardly with relief. Seb was laughing.

"Feet. Mouth into?" Seb asked him.

He nodded. "As Ever. Okay we're finished here. Coffee?"

Seb nodded. Kizzy, who had walked up to them unnoticed made a face, and sniggered. "That is the most pathetic euphemism I've heard boss. Coffee. Hah!" She carried on past them, still sniggering.

"Gotcha there, Boss." Dave patted him on the back. "Take yourself off for er coffee. Don't forget the Swiss roll with it."

"Hells bells." Ruari almost pushed Seb through the door and into the stairwell of his flat. "Are you sure you still want to take a chance on me. I shouldn't be let out without a keeper. And my lips sealed."

Seb pulled him tightly towards his body. Cock found cock and reacted in the best possible way. "Oh, you're not reneging now, boss man." Seb moved so his cock surged upwards. "All that is so easily arranged."

"Huh?" He was so caught up in the sensations of Seb hard against him, he'd lost the thread of the conversation.

"Lips sealed and a keeper. I'll be happy to be in change of all that. Soon." Seb said.

"Okay, so, first we have coffee?"

Seb smiled and squeezed Ruari's arm. "Coffee, where's your car?"

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Merry Christmas, Shelton by Dianne Hartsock

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Blurb

Can Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard, a baby, and one hot redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas?

Shelton and Nevil have rented a cozy cabin in the mountains in which to spend the Christmas holiday. Tree is lit. Presents sparkle. Shelton anticipates a very merry Christmas indeed. But then a blizzard springs up, landing a sexy redhead on their doorstep looking like trouble in a pretty package.

Tommy brings a message for Nevil, but when he first hits on Shelton in the shower, then offers to drive Nevil to his sister's side while she has her baby, Shelton begins to wonder just how this mixed up Christmas is going to end.

Excerpt

Shelton woke from a sound sleep, disoriented by a pounding on the door. He untangled from Nevil and sat up, heart racing. A glance at the clock showed it was barely three o'clock in the morning. What the hell? The pounding resumed and he scrambled to his feet, taking a second to slip on sweat pants before unlocking the door. The wind had died down and Shelton blinked at the snow piled up against the cabin walls. A slight figure huddled on the step, illuminated by the porch light, and without hesitation Shelton drew him into the warmth of the room, closing the door on the bitter night.

"What's happened?"

Shelton jumped a little at Nevil's voice and blinked as the light went on overhead. There was a gasp from the bundle under his hand and he searched the pale face the young man raised. The pretty blue eyes weren't looking at him and he followed his gaze to where his lover stood in all his naked splendor. Nevil scowled at their interest and pulled on the cotton pajama bottoms he'd picked up.

Shelton gave the boy a slight shake, knocking snow off his jacket and cap. "God, you're soaked through! You need to get out of those clothes. Nevil, can you stir up the fire?"

"Of course."

As if knowing his danger, the young man stripped off his coat and sopping shirt while Shelton unlaced his boots and carefully slipped them off, leaving the socks for now. Ski pants and under armor were lowered and the young man leaned a hand on Shelton's shoulder as he stepped out of them. Shelton glanced up and found himself on eye level with a pair of dark boxers that did little to cover the treasures beneath. His gaze swept up a tight stomach and muscular chest and clashed with laughing eyes. Trouble!

He cleared his throat. "Come to the fire and I'll check for frostbite."

The young man followed him, lifting the cap off a shock of copper hair. He sat on the quilts and Nevil draped one over his shoulders while Shelton knelt beside him. "Hands first," he said and slid the wet gloves by careful inches off his hands. The skin felt cold and white, but the fingertips weren't blue. "Can you move them?"

He looked up when the young man didn't answer and met his puzzled gaze. "You're really concerned, aren't you?"

The man sounded slightly amused and Shelton felt the blush in his cheeks as he answered, "Yes. I saw a boy with frostbite last winter, in Colorado. It was...painful to witness. Let's check those toes."

He removed the damp socks with the same care as the gloves, and sighed in relief when the boy wiggled each toe. Nevil snorted from where he leaned against the mantle watching the proceedings. "Now that we know nothing is going to fall off, can you tell us what the hell you're doing here?"

"Tera Shaw left a message for you at the lodge." He smirked when Nevil straightened, tense. "I volunteered to bring it. She says she's fine, but that they're admitting her to the hospital in the morning. She'd like you to be there as soon as you can."

"I'll go immediately."

"No, sir. The snow's not too bad at the lodge, but worse up here. We'll have to wait for the snowplow to get your car out."

Nevil paced the room, cursing under his breath. Shelton heard the young man's breath quicken as he watched the lithe movements of the sleek body, and frowned. "What's your name?" he asked as a distraction. "Tommy."

Of course it was. A cute name for a pretty face and sexy, youthful body.Damn.

"Well, Tommy, thanks for risking your neck for us. Why don't you get some sleep here by the fire?" Shelton climbed stiffly to his feet and went to Nevil's side. "Come to bed, honey." Nevil grunted and Shelton slid an arm around his waist. "Try to sleep, at least a little. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

Nevil relaxed against him. "You're right." He allowed Shelton to lead him to their room, and paused in the doorway to glance back at Tommy. "Thanks, man."

"My pleasure," Tommy said with a purr.

Shelton's lips thinned at the interest in the young man's gaze and tugged Nevil into the room, purposefully closing the door. He pushed his lover on the bed, cuddled up to him under the blankets, and held him close until they slept.

Please welcome Fab author Ella Jade!

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 15:19:00 +0000

Ella Jade

I’ve been a writer my whole life. As a child, I had an active imagination. The stories and plots have always played out in my head but I never knew what to do with them. I have books filled with stories. Writing has been my escape for as long as I can remember but I never knew what to do with my tales. That all changed when I discovered the eBooks industry.

Becoming a published author has affected my life in many positive ways. Getting the opportunity to work with so many talented publishers and editors has helped me perfect my craft. In the two years since I took the plunge and started submitting my work, I’ve become a stronger writer. I’m learning to take more risks and explore some sub-genres that I have never tried before. I just finished penning my first paranormal romance.

I’ve also met some really great writers and readers along the way. There are so many people willing to help and support you in the writing community. I’ve been lucky enough to make some really great friends who have held my hand and talked me off many cliffs.

I think the most positive thing to come out of my writing is finally finding an outlet to share my stories. The voices inside my head are very active and I have lots of journeys to tell. I love having a creative outlet. Writing does all of that for me.

Menage Awards

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sun, 13 Jan 2013 05:08:00 +0000

The Menage Fan's Choice Awards Nomination Form - please join us and celebrate this amazing genre.

Welcome to the first annual MNW Menage Romance Fan's Choice Awards. Please feel free to nominate your favorite Menage book within the following categories. Nominations are open January 5-31, 2013
* Voting will be opened February 1-28, 2013 Nominees : date of publication must be between Jan 1 up to Dec 31, 2012
*** ONE NOMINATION PER CATEGORY PER PERSON ***
~ 3 CATEGORIES FOR THE SAME BOOK PER PERSON (one entry per category still apply) ~

The right way to enter your nomination is:
Author First name (*)
Author Last name (*)
Title (*)
Series with # (if applicable)
Date of publication (must be between Jan 1 to Dec 31 2012)
Publisher (optional)
URL buying direct link (optional)
(*) MANDATORY.
Incomplete answers will null your nomination Prizes to win for each category!! Rules: - Authors can nominate their fellow authors but not themselves.
- Reviewers are not allowed to vote for themselves but can vote any other categories. - Mary’s Naughty Whispers will not vote in any categories. Nomination is in your hands!
- Maximum 1 vote per category per person. Some books may fit into several categories. You may choose the 3 best categories maximum for the same book.
- To participate you do not need to offer a nomination in all categories.
- In order to avoid multiple votes per the same person or self nomination, a personal email & name are required. Emails will be validated. If you are not interested to receive prizes, mention it when you fill in your email and name. Twitter ID or Facebook are acceptable alternative i.o. your name.
- If it happens that a category does not fit the book nominated, Mary's Naughty Whispers will contact the nominator in order to select another category.
In order to avoid such mistake, please check the book categories on the publisher's website :)

January 5-31: nominations
February 1: Nominees announcement and voting commences February 2-28:
March 1st: Winners announcement

UPDATE (Jan 8): In the event that a category exceeds 5 nominations, the five (5) nominations most submitted in the category will be eligible for the final voting award (Feb 2-28). In case of a tie, the first nominations submitted (date/hour) will be selected. The most votes for the same author/book in the same category, the better chance this author/book will be the official nominees. Loading...

Giving fans a chance to voice their opinions

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 16:27:00 +0000

Do you read Menage stories? Do you write them? This is a genre many are just getting into (I started my very first one yesterday) and its a great one. One of the biggest way sto say thank you to our readers is to give them the chance to voice their opinions. On January 5th, the first annual Reader's Fan's Choice Menage awards will be taking place.
There are a ton of categories, so stop by and nominate your favorite menage romance, book cover, and review.
http://marywhispers.blog.com/ is hosting them with a whole list of sponsors. Stop by and share the love with your favorite author, publisher, cover artist!

BJ Scott - Highland Quest

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Wed, 02 Jan 2013 08:30:00 +0000

No longer content in the shadows of his older brothers and on a quest to find his destiny, Bryce Fraser's chosen path is fraught with danger, passion, and decisions. Can his unspoken love for spirited, beguiling Fallon be triumphant in a time of war and uncertainty, or will they both fall prey to the devious plans of a traitorous laird from a rival clan?

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EXCERPT:

Loch Ryan Scotland, 1307

“Wa . . . water,” Bryce mumbled, but there was no one there to listen.

His throat was parched and he ran his tongue over dry, cracked lips, but his action offered no relief. An entire loch lay only a few feet away, but he couldn’t muster the strength to drag himself to the bank and quench his thirst.

“Cold . . . so cold.”

Despite the sun beating down on him, he’d swear he was encased in ice. His life’s blood seeped from his wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. He tried to raise his head, but the excruciating pain radiating across his chest stole his breath away.

Was this what it felt like to die? If so, he prayed the Almighty would be merciful and take him now.

Bryce moaned, a shift in his position bringing on another nauseating wave of agony. He sucked in a short, sharp, gulp of air and stretched his arm out as far as he could, his fingers grappling in the dirt.

If only I could reach my sword.

Beads of perspiration dampened his brow. As the strength slowly drained from his body, drawing a simple breath became more difficult. The end grew near. No time to make amends for sins of the past, and he had committed his share.

Regrets? He had those, too. “Fallon.” He whispered her name then heaved a ragged sigh.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

With a passion for historical romance, history in general, and anything Celtic, B.J. always has an exciting work in progress. Each story offers a blend of romance, adventure, suspense, and, where appropriate, a dab of comic relief. Carefully researched historical facts are woven into each manuscript, providing a backdrop from which steamy romance, gripping plots, and vivid characters—dashing alpha heroes and resourceful, beguiling heroines you can’t help but admire—spring to life. A member of RWA, World Romance Writers, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, and Savvy Authors, B.J. also writes contemporary, paranormal, time travel, and romantic suspense.

C.S. Lewis first captivated B. J.’s imagination in the fourth grade, and her desire to write sprang from there. Following a career in nursing and child and youth work, B.J. married her knight-in-shining-armor, and he whisked her away to his castle by the sea. In reality, they share their century-old home in a small Canadian town on the shore of Lake Erie with three dogs and a cat. When she is not working at her childcare job, on her small business, or writing, you will find her reading, camping, or antique hunting.

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The author will award gifts of swag (including a canvas tote bag, a mouse pad, a pen, book thong, bookmark, can cooler, magnet, and key chain -- US/Canada only) to randomly drawn commenters from this tour and her Virtual Book Tour, and a grand prize of one $50 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter from this tour and her Virtual Book Tour.

New Years a time for reflection

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sun, 30 Dec 2012 17:02:00 +0000

It seems hard to believe but we are once again at December 31st, New Years Eve for most of us. For me this is a time of reflection on what I have accomplished and what I want to accomplish. Unlike some, I don't make a New Years resolution - frankly I'm not awake at midnight so what would be the point?

Too often people make these resolutions with all the best intentions but how often do we see them through. Not too often. I'm one of the those guilty parties - make a resolution and then when it comes time to actually do something constructive that would give me the resolution, well I'm busy. So for me, this time of year has become about reflecting on where I am.

Where have I been? What have I done? Have I finished everything I wanted or needed to be successful? If I can answer positively to these questions, my year is ending on a positive note. Yes, I am a writer, but my reflecting doesn't always apply to my writing. Nope its only a part of it. I look at everything in my life and reflect on the bigger picture.

For the most part I'm happy with 2012. There were a few things I missed on but hey, that's where 2013 comes in lol. Professionally, I did amazing this past year. I got out four books - all full length and one novella and next year is looking to be pretty good as well. I do need to work on setting time aside for the dreaded marketing/promotional aspect of the business but overall that's something anyone with a business to run needs to do. I made some really great friends connected to the industry and got some awesome and amazing help from them - you know who you are lol.

Managed to get some time spent with family - more than I had anticipated but not as much as I'd have liked so I'm going to work on that next year. Though, some family is simply too far away to spend time with but a call never hurt anyone lol. I know this coming year, I do intend to spend a heap more time with my son - he's growing so fast pretty soon hanging with mom won't be cool.

Personally, the year was good and will get better next year. So I can't complain on that front at all. Its great to have the love and support of the people in your life.

2013 will be my year professionally though. This I have decided and I know what I need to do...and how I am going to do it. So here's to the New Year and its many blessings. Now, what about you? What are your resolutions or reflections? Did 2012 do everything you wanted it to? What about 2013 - what do you plan/hope for in the coming year?

Special Guest Melissa Kendall

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 14:01:00 +0000

Good morning everyone, please welcome our special guest Melissa Kendall who has taken a few moments out of her busy schedule to share some insight into who she is and her writing.

1.When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I've always been a writer I guess but I made the decision to give being a published author a go about eighteen months ago.

2. How long does it take you to write a book?

Far longer than it should. When I have a good flow going I can get about 1000-1500 words written an hour.

3. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

I don't really have a schedule I have to work around my four year old so my writing is very sporadic.

4. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I write my best after midnight when everything is quiet and it is just me awake in the house.

5. Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Ideas come to me in the strangest places. I remember one time I was watering my vegie garden and an idea hit me out of the blue. As soon as I got back to the house, I had a 3000 words story outline.

6. What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I love to read and spend time with my family.

7. What does your family think of your writing?

They are supportive for the most part but no one wants to read my works I think they are a little too sexy for them.

8. How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I have written 6 novella's 3 which have publishing contracts and one 75000 word novel. I don't really have a favourite but my current release Fall In Love is probably closest to my heart as it is set in my home state and contains a little more of me than my works usually do.

9. Do you have any suggestions to help aspiring writers? If so, what are they?

Just do it. You never know unless you give it a try. Oh and get yourself some good critique partners they are lifesavers.

10. Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

Not really I am very new to this whole thing doesn't mean I wouldn't love to hear from them and see what they think of my works.

11. Do you like to create books for adults?

Oh most definitely one of the genres I write is erotica.

12. What do you think makes a good story?

A boy, a girl, some sexing and a whole lot of what will happen next.

Conclusion - Hometown Miracles

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Tue, 27 Nov 2012 08:30:00 +0000

“Mommy?” Sleepy, warm, the soft voice pulled her from the memory.

Lifting her gaze to the mirror, Leanne smiled. “Hi, baby. Have a good nap?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet, a few more minutes. Is Mr. Tickles awake too?”

“Yep, we’re hungry, Mommy. Can we have something to eat?”

Leanne smiled, even in the face of disaster, some things never changed. Reaching into the diaper bag she’d packed, she pulled out a small plastic bag and opened it with her teeth before setting in on the arm rests of her daughter’s car seat.

The smell of apples filled the car as Leanne pulled off the highway at the turnoff to her hometown. Her stomach twisted into knots as she got closer to the edge of town. She’d run from town five years before, alone, scared, broken-hearted after her boyfriend had dumped her. Running hadn’t eased the pain of knowing he hadn’t really been into her, it had only made it worse. Now she was back, maybe this would be the last visit she had with her folks, with those she’d grown up with. She was determined to make the most of it. She wouldn’t hear back from the lab until Boxing Day, and there was no point in spoiling Holly’s Christmas.

Leanne glanced up at the first fat flake hitting the windshield. Five more minutes and she’d be in the warmth of her parents’ house. Relief flooded her as she saw the familiar frame of her childhood home. She forced herself to resist the urge to press the accelerator harder. Keeping to the speed limit, she pulled in behind an unfamiliar black suburban, her brows drawing down in confusion.

“Who at Gwamma’s, Mommy?”

“I’m not sure.” Leanne debated moving the car, then she shrugged. Whoever was there would let her know if she needed to move it. She slid the gearshift into park and turned off the engine. She sat in the car listening to the pop and hiss of the engine as it cooled, only the mindless chatter from the backseat got her out of the haze she was in. A smile pasted on her face, Leanne opened the driver’s door and stepped out into the cold December air.

“Leanne, darling. So glad you made it. I was just about to send your father out to see if you’d gotten a flat or something.” Her mother rushed from the open front door, her arms opened wide to hug her as she stepped from the car.

Grinning at the exuberance of her mother, Leanne shook her head. “No flat. The weather was the hold up. Hit snow out by the bay. With Holly getting bigger, we needed more room than the apartment in Vancouver.”

“What bay?” Deep, rich, the baritone washed over Leanne like a warm waterfall.

Turning, she met the laughing green eyes of her longest friend and confident, Jay Locke, and her father, a round, robust man with gray at the temples.

“Hey, Jay.” Leanne gave him a tight hug before stepping back. “Give me a hand with the bags. I’ll get Holly. We moved last year. We live out at Cross Bay now. I work at the resort.”

“Why on earth didn’t you say something? We’d have helped you out if Vancouver wasn’t meeting your needs.” Sharon hovered by her elbow, a hand pressed to Holly’s back as she stood with her daughter wrapped in her arms. “Jay, help Robert get the bags please.”

“Sure thing, Mom.” Jay winked at her and dug into the back of the car.

Leanne grinned at the reminder of a long-held habit. Sharon had always allowed Jay into her home, into the family, even though he’d only been a neighborhood boy. With a shake of her head, she followed her mother toward the house, her gaze darting back to the man standing with her father. Neither man looked impressed with the old battered car she now drove, but she had bigger worries than concern for her choice of a car.

Stepping inside, she shivered with delight at the heat and began undoing her daughter’s coat. She glanced up sharply at her mother’s impatient wave of her hand. “What? She’ll get too warm.”

“I’ll manage. You get yourself out of those winter clothes. Your room is still free. You look tired, Leanne, you’re working too hard.” Sharon eased the sting of her words with a kiss and a smile. Tucking a strand of Holly’s hair behind her ear, she stared into Leanne’s gaze. “Get some rest. Holly and I are going to make cookies.”

“Mom, she doesn’t need to be in the kitchen. You’re probably up to your ears in baking, she doesn’t need to be underfoot. Besides, she’ll want to see the Christmas lights.”

“Don’t argue with your mother.” Robert nudged her past the door with the front of her suitcase. “It won’t help you any. Now go on with you. Get some rest. It’ll be a while before dinner’s ready.”

“Should I move my car?”

“No, Jay’s staying for dinner.” Robert nodded at the stairs. “Go on with you.”

Exhaling, Leanne finished shedding her outerwear and headed up the stairs. She smiled at the faint creak in the fourth one up. How many times had that stair gotten her into trouble for breaking curfew? The banister was warm, smooth beneath her touch, the familiarity like a hug after a long, hard day.

“She’s working herself to death, Robert. I don’t like it.” Her mother’s concerned voice drifted up the stairs as Leanne paused before her bedroom door.

Leaning her head against the cool wood, she closed her eyes to stop the burning tears that threatened to overwhelm her. “It’s not the work that’s likely to kill me, Mom,” she whispered and twisted the doorknob.

The door clicked shut behind her with a sense of finality that struck Leanne as she took in the pale pastels of her bedroom. A hand sewn quilt covered the bed, the colors and design making Leanne want to cry. She remembered when her mother had given it to her...the day Holly was born. The mattress dipped beneath her weight, and her hands smoothed over the blanket. Leanne stared at the mirror hanging on the back of the door and exhaled.

“Please, please, let me beat this. I don’t want to leave my Holly.” She curled up on the bed, her hands wrapping around herself tight to ward off the chill that seeped from within. Her eyes closed on the prayer.

* * * *

Jay frowned, the bag held in his grip as he stared at the door of Leanne’s bedroom. She’d aged since he’d seen her. He’d watched her grow up, watched her mature into the woman he’d been looking forward to seeing. Growing up in the same neighborhood, Leanne had grown to be his best friend through high school. She was a tough kid, smart, fun to be around. He’d bitten his tongue when she’d taken up with John Barthelemew—the bastard was no good and had broken more than one heart by sleeping with a girl and then dumping her. Was it the idea of running into John that had Leanne looking like she’d gone ten rounds with a bat?

The battered bag hanging from his hand, Jay knocked gently. When no response was forthcoming, he opened the door and stepped inside. Leanne lay curled on the bed, her long blonde hair in a messy knot at the back of her head. Dark shadows colored her cheeks along with the fresh tracks of tears.

“Oh Lee, what’s going on?” he whispered as he set the bag beside the small desk and backed out of the room. Jay closed the door and headed downstairs. He’d get what was wrong out of her before Christmas, she’d never held any secrets back from him.

“Well?” Sharon wiped her hands on the dish towel.

“She’s out like a light.” Jay forced a lightness to his tone he didn’t feel.

“She’s working two jobs to support them.” Sharon shook her head. “Needs a man around to help out. John shouldn’t have abandoned her.” Her sharp eyes locked on Holly’s frame playing train with Robert by the Christmas tree. “She should have him around to help her with his daughter.”

“You don’t know that John’s the dad.” Jay squeezed Sharon’s shoulder. He knew as well as anyone that Leanne was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted. Holly’s father wasn’t up for discussion, Leanne had made that clear more than once. “And if she wants help, she’ll ask us.”

“Why couldn’t she fall in love with you? You’re the kind of guy she deserves.”

“Sharon, matters of the heart aren’t something to be discussing. Especially when they’re the type where Leanne can get hurt.” Jay turned and walked away before she caught the look on his face. He’d spent more than one night wondering the same thing.

Pouring a cup of coffee, Jay wandered from the kitchen to the living room and stood before the massive window. Having Leanne home revived old feelings, giving him something to hope for this time. Was it their time yet? Could he win her this time? Sipping at the dark brew, he offered a quick hope to the magic of Christmas that this time was going to be what he’d always hoped for.

* * * *

Hometown Miracle Part Two

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Thu, 22 Nov 2012 19:44:00 +0000

Due to a scheduling glitch this is a wee bit late. Happy reading!

“Mommy?” Sleepy, warm, the soft voice pulled her from the memory.

Lifting her gaze to the mirror, Leanne smiled. “Hi, baby. Have a good nap?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet, a few more minutes. Is Mr. Tickles awake too?”

“Yep, we’re hungry, Mommy. Can we have something to eat?”

“Who at Gwamma’s, Mommy?”

“What bay?” Deep, rich, the baritone washed over Leanne like a warm waterfall.

Turning, she met the laughing green eyes of her longest friend and confident, Jay Locke, and her father, a round, robust man with gray at the temples.

“Hey, Jay.” Leanne gave him a tight hug before stepping back. “Give me a hand with the bags. I’ll get Holly. We moved last year. We live out at Cross Bay now. I work at the resort.”

“Sure thing, Mom.” Jay winked at her and dug into the back of the car.

Stepping inside, she shivered with delight at the heat and began undoing her daughter’s coat. She glanced up sharply at her mother’s impatient wave of her hand. “What? She’ll get too warm.”

“Mom, she doesn’t need to be in the kitchen. You’re probably up to your ears in baking, she doesn’t need to be underfoot. Besides, she’ll want to see the Christmas lights.”

“Should I move my car?”

“No, Jay’s staying for dinner.” Robert nodded at the stairs. “Go on with you.”

“She’s working herself to death, Robert. I don’t like it.” Her mother’s concerned voice drifted up the stairs as Leanne paused before her bedroom door.

* * * *

“Well?” Sharon wiped her hands on the dish towel.

“She’s out like a light.” Jay forced a lightness to his tone he didn’t feel.

“Why couldn’t she fall in love with you? You’re the kind of guy she deserves.”

* * * *

Hometown Miracles

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Tue, 23 Oct 2012 07:30:00 +0000

Hometown Miracles

Leanne Wilson glanced behind her at the sleeping urchin wrapped around a teddy bear, her pale hair sticking up every which way. She wiped at a tear trailing down her face and returned her attention to the road.

Passing the road sign, Leanne breathed a sigh of relief. Only twenty miles until she was home. Trembling fingers twisted the dial of the radio up a notch, the sound of a cheery Christmas tune filling the car.

“Just what I don’t want.” Leanne shook her head. Any hint of holiday cheer had faded the moment she’d gotten the call. Her heart stuttered with the stirring of a memory she’d tried desperately to push to the back of her mind.

“Hello, Leanne. This is Jeanette from Doctor Heklen’s office.”

Her heart in her throat, Leanne pulled out a chair from the table and sank into it. “Hi, Jeanette. Did you get the results?” The acrid taste of fear in her mouth soured the coffee she’d taken a sip of. As she said a silent prayer, the faint sound of laughter from the living room grated across already exposed nerves.

“Doctor Heklen would like you to come into the office to discuss it. We have an opening this afternoon at one.”

Leanne glanced at the clock above the stove and swallowed against the knot in her throat. “I’ll be there. They found something, didn’t they?”

“Leanne...”

“We both know they did. So is it malignant or benign?”

“It’s cancer. The doctor can tell you more, along with what treatments are available. I’ve got you booked for one.”

Her head spinning, Leanne felt the room spin as the phone slipped from her fingers. The clatter of the phone pulsed through her head as she sat frozen in the chair.

Join the next Beachwalk Babes as they spin delightful tales for your enjoyment.

Elise Whyles - Merry Christmas, Mrs. Todd http://elisewhyles.blogspot.ca

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Promo or bust?

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 16:39:00 +0000

I've been lucky enough to be published for over five years now, with multiple books available. It hasn't always been easy, juggling family, friends, work, and writing can be trying at the best of times but when you throw in the biggest chunk of time...well it can be trying.

I'm not talking research or signings, or readings, or writing...no I'm talking about something else. Something many of us cringe at the thought of doing. Promoting ourselves. To be successful, we can't sit on our laurels and wait for readers to find us. The internet is a massive place, full of twists, turns, and black holes. To be recognized one must do whatever they can to be noticed.

Many new authors hear about the latest thing in social networking - and jump on the bandwagon. I'd be the first to admit that I count myself in that club. Try it all and see what works. However, by the time you've joined, created a place for yourself, and become noticed...your readers are sitting there wondering when your next book is coming.

Moderation is key to success, at least in my opinion. What's the point of having a twitter if you're never on it? Or a blog you never update? You need to make yourself accountable for how you reach out to your readers. This can be as simple as picking two or three places, being active there and allowing your readers to understand these are your places. Many times these are freebies - blog, website, facebook, pintrest, yahoo and google loops - which I strongly recommend. Which you choose is up to you, but keep it fresh and active so readers want to come back to see what's new with you.

There are also the pay for marketing options. The variety availabe to authors is intense and varied, there are marketing companies, ads, and more for all genres and lengths. This doesn't necessarily mean you spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars annually to market ourselves. Many of the marketing I've tried that has garnered sales is free or very cost effective. Or even pays me to be there and talk about my books. Yes, I did say it pays me to visit.

Two things I firmly believe every author needs to have in hand. One a portfolio. Yes, you do need it. If you're doing book signings, readings, or guest appearances you should have something you can hand out for the owner/booking agent to go through and see how well you fit into their location. It doesn't have to be a book length document, a couple of pics, a list of your work, samples from your work, contact information all tied up in a neat, professional package is key.

A rate sheet. Keep in mind if you're invited to speak at an event such as writers club meeting you need to market it as a paid for event. Your time IS VALUABLE, and if those who are going to attend want to get the best out of it - that old addage you pay for what you get is true. Free is good, but if they feel their paying for your expertise you may or may not get a better turn out. Sometimes it can also weed out those who expect you to do their work for them.

Promoting yourself is a bit of a pill to swallow. Writing the book is the easiest thing you're going to do because once you're in, you have to make sure you're aware and capable of promoting not only that book but your entire brand...but that's a topic for another day.

Naughty Little Bedtime Stories

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Mon, 17 Sep 2012 07:00:00 +0000

Tallusian Nights by Ciara Lake

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Thu, 06 Sep 2012 01:37:00 +0000

Val Braeden is a seasoned Xihirian soldier hardened by the Realmist wars. He discovers his true mate while on his latest rescue mission. A lovely Tallusian woman’s touch awakens him as no other. While escaping the war torn Tallusian capital the Realmist take down Val’s spacedisk. He crashes into the Tallusian forest. There Zalora and Val are determined to survive the wilds of Tallusia. Sparks fly, lighting a flame within them both. Their passion heats the Tallusian nights binding them together forever.

Clitax Tomron is bent on revenge – he’s determined to avenge his father’s death. Tomron strikes close to Val’s heart, taking his family hostage. Only one thing stands in Tomron’s way, the power of a beautiful Tallusian princess. Zalora wants peace and to put an end to these terrorist. She risks everything to save those she feels responsible for and the man of her dreams.

This week's Featured Authors are...

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Thu, 06 Sep 2012 01:27:00 +0000

This week, I'll be featuring the amazingly talented authors from eTreasures Publishing. A small, indie publisher based out of Florida, eTreasures is growing steadily. Please join me as I welcome the amazing authors and their works over the next few days :)

Money Saving Canadian Mom: Is TLC Extreme Couponing Possible in Canada?

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sun, 26 Aug 2012 22:55:00 +0000

Money Saving Canadian Mom: Is TLC Extreme Couponing Possible in Canada?

Launching of Five Alarm Lust

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Mon, 30 Jul 2012 07:00:00 +0000

Please welcome Miss Elise Whyles to Of Ink and Quille. Today she's celebrating the first book in a trilogy entitled Five Alarm Lust.

Welcome Elise, pleased you could stop by. To celebrate you're having a bit of a contest, aren't you?
Thank you for having me. I'm having a blast being here. Yes, I am. I'm super excited to be able to share Jack and Gillian's stories. They deserve to be happy and I'm offering a free copy of Five Alarm Lust to one lucky commenter.
Wait? Who?
Jack and Gillian - There's a play on their names that is very ironic...I'll give you a hint - it comes from a nursery rhyme.

Survivor Gillian Hilliard is finally healing from the
nightmares of her past Fearing no man will ever find her attractive; she has hidden behind a disguise of simple attire and large glasses. When Gillian meets firefighter Jack Payle, she is instantly attracted, and in the face of that attraction enjoys a wild night of sex with him. In the cold light of day, however, she’s torn apart by guilt and shame, and retreats to the familiar comfort of her simple life.

After years of chasing the wrong kind of woman, Jack is
shocked by the instant attraction he feels for the mousy historian with shadows in her eyes and an unchecked passion beneath the surface. Looking into her dark eyes, Jack can’t help the lust firing his blood or the memories of her response to his touch. Passionate, sexy Gillian is everything he’s ever wanted, and his
heart knows it. Are they strong enough to face down the demons haunting Gillian? Can she trust the man who holds her heart with her darkest secrets as they struggle to overcome the shadows of the past, or will the darkness destroy them before they begin?

Excerpt:

Pain lashed at Gilli, who swallowed against the rising tide of memories. Absently she rubbed at her right thigh, the faint scar searing with pain. Michael deserved to rot in hell, and she hoped he was suffering every day while in prison. “He didn’t put up with me, Mother. I believe you of all people should remember that, since it was you who drove me to the hospital after one of his episodes.”

“You always were a bit of an oaf…”

“The son of a bitch shoved me through a wall, not to mention down the stairs. I’m not even going to argue with you, Mother. The glasses are mine. I like them. They’re staying.”

“Whatever, do try to hurry Gillian.”

Gilli shook her head and listened to the rapid tapping of her mother’s heels on the hardwood floor. “Only woman I know who wants a huge wedding every time,” she grumbled as the stylist finished pinning her hair up.

“That’s it, Miss Hilliard. As per your request, I left most of it down.” The young woman leaned down, her hand on Gilli’s shoulder. “You’re going to knock ’em dead.”

Gilli offered a short, weak laugh and patted the girl’s hand. “Thanks.” She slipped her glasses on and rose to totter toward the door on the stilettos her mother persisted she wear. As she exited, the door closed behind her with a click. Gilli turned, smacking face first into a tall, hard wall of flesh before her. Heat seared her body at the touch of his hands on the bare flesh of her back. Putting a couple of inches between them, Gilli glanced upward. Her heart dropped before galloping in place.

Dark brown hair curled over a tanned forehead, green eyes as dark as pine stared at her, bemusement sparkling in them. “Excuse me, miss.”

She shuddered at the slow drawl curling like a lover’s touch into her core. Her labia pulsed beneath the lace of her panties. A flush crept along her throat to heat her cheeks and she ducked her head to hide the wave of color washing over her face. She cleared her throat. “No, pardon me. Entirely my fault.”

Scurrying down the hall, she gasped at the sensitivity in her breasts. Heavy, full, the nipples throbbed beneath the layers of satin and lace. Desperate to cool her blood, she darted past a couple of women and into the ladies room. The thin metal door offered minimal protection as she locked herself into a stall. A thud filled the silence as she let her forehead drop, leaned against the icy metal, and inhaled.

Gods above, Zeus in the flesh right before me. What I wouldn’t give to have him … but he’s not going… Arousal scorched along her veins, pooling between her legs and soaking her underwear. Like venom, her ex’s sneering tone filled her mind. You couldn’t turn a light bulb on, Gillian. You’re sexless. You should get a boob job. Can’t count…

The soft clunk of the heavy public bathroom door opening preceded Barbara’s biting tone. “Gillian, don’t think I didn’t see you…”

An uneasy cringe escaped in spite of the relief at the shattered memory. Gillian squeezed her eyes shut. “Mother, can I not use the facilities without you harping at me?” Gillian smoothed her skirt down, rolling her shoulders forward in the hope of hiding her erect nipples. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Well hurry up, they’ve already got everyone seated. Goodness, child, you’d think you’d remember this was my wedding!” The bathroom door clicked shut on her mother’s tirade.

With a roll of her eyes, Gillian stepped out of the stall, shot a look at her reflection in the mirror, and inhaled.

“There’s no point in getting hot and bothered over the likes of him. He ain’t going to want you.” Gilli waved a hand at her reflection, a perfect imitation of her mother. “Horn-rimmed glasses, mousy-looking hair, no tits. Didn’t Mike teach you a damn thing, Gillian? Men don’t want a mouse, they want a sexpot, and you’re not it.”

With a quick shake of her head, she smoothed her skirt down, sucked in a deep breath, and pulled open the bathroom door. She glanced around carefully before darting into the hallway.

Pressed close to the wall, she took her place before her mother, feeling like an over-stuffed Easter egg as the Wedding March began to play. A smile pasted on her face, she gripped the flowers in her hand tighter and began the slow but steady shuffle toward the preacher.

Focused on getting there without falling, Gilli gasped at the man standing next to the altar. Laughing green eyes watched her, his lips turned upward at the corners. A slight shadow covered his square jaw. The dark suit he wore clung to his broad shoulders, tucking in at his waist. She wondered if beneath his suit coat, his ass was as good as the rest of him. Embarrassed, she stepped back, narrowly missing tripping on her own gown’s hem.

Her mother’s pointed clearing of her throat drew her attention to the woman sashaying along, the yards and yards of tulle and lace out of place on a woman in her fifties—who’d had six previous husbands and more lovers then Gillian thought healthy. The unspoken warning in Barbara’s eyes pierced clearer than any shouting match could be. There would be hell to pay if any attention slipped from the bride.

“Typical.” Gilli glared at the flowers, disgust rolling in her nauseous gut. She offered a prayer the ceremony would draw to a quick end so she could ditch the shoes, the flowers, and find a quiet corner to relax in, with the help of an expensive bottle of champagne.

She shot a glance across the aisle, heat suffusing her face when she caught sex in a cummerbund’s eye. Screw the wine—what she wouldn’t give to get lost in him. Maybe if she’d been different… Pushing aside the vague thought, she focused on the drone of her mother’s voice as she spoke her vows.

Time for the hard work - what does Gillian think of Jack when she bumps into him in the hallway by accident? The lucky winner will win a free copy of Five Alarm Lust.

Make Me Stay

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Sat, 28 Jul 2012 16:23:00 +0000

Inspiration Comes in Strange Places…

Where did the idea for Make Me Stay Come from? One night back in January, I couldn't get the Katy Perry song The One That Got Away out of my head. I was humming it in the shower and bam, the idea for my newest novella hit me.

I hopped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and logged onto my computer as fast as I could. It was one of those moments where I had to get the scene down. It didn't even matter that I was wet and shivering. It was the first time in my writing journey where I started at the end of the book. The chapter kept playing out in my head, and I knew no matter what happened from the beginning of the story on, I had to end up with what I had just written.

Now, don't ask me what that song has to do with a BDSM romance, I'm still not sure. But, for whatever reason those lyrics triggered something in my subconscious. The inspiration was so strong that I managed to write Make Me Stay in three days. The story flowed, and the characters cooperated, so I went with it. Make Me Stay is a story about reconnecting with a lost love and finding away to make life work, no matter how crazy it may seem. It's a love story at the core. I'm really pleased with the final outcome and I can't wait to share it with all of you.

I'm also in the process of writing a second book called Surrender to Me. This novella will feature the main characters, Cade and Gracie, from Make Me Stay, but Martin Abrams will be the focus. You'll meet Martin in Make Me Stay. He was one of those characters that wouldn't leave me, so I gave the sexy Dom his own book.

Here's a peek into Make Me Stay available now from Beachwalk Press…

Can the sub teach the Dom to play?

Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.

Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.

Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.

But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes

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Excerpt…

Ten minutes later they were seated at a quaint restaurant in the center of town. Cade had requested a quiet table in the back so they wouldn't be interrupted. He was confused enough and didn't need any distractions. Being a well-known businessman, he was always running into people who wanted to have a drink with him. Gracie's return would probably be the talk of the town in a matter of days.

Once they ordered dinner and the waitress poured their wine he'd had enough small talk. He wanted answers.

"Why did you come back?"

"I told you." Gracie sipped her wine. "I took a job here."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not." She lowered her head.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Just look at me." He was puzzled over her return and her elusiveness frustrated him.

She quickly raised her gaze, meeting his eyes.

"You walked away from this town without a trace. I don't believe you would come back after all this time to consult. Something isn't right."

"You told me to leave."

"Me!" He tapped his chest. "I told you to leave me. I never expected you to disappear. I thought I'd know where you were and what you were doing." Even though he told her to go, he'd always intended to take care of her.

"Without you, there wasn't anything here for me. You were everything. I had no family. I lived in your house. Where did you expect me to go?"

"We could have figured it out together. I would have made sure you were taken care of." She'd always been his responsibility and when she left he panicked she'd end up on the street.

"I needed to go. I had to figure out who I was. That's what you wanted."

"I wanted you to be happy."

"I am." She smiled. "I told you, I met someone who helped me."

"Then why aren't you with him?" He didn't like to think about her with another man. It infuriated him to know someone else touched what was his, even if he did let her go. "Are you running from him? Is that why you're back here? Do you need my help?"

She laughed. "I could never run from Martin."

He hated knowing his name. "So, Martin was your boyfriend?"

"Not really." She took another sip of her wine.

Her mysterious behavior pissed him off. She'd better start talking and fast.

"Your husband?" He felt his blood boil. Could she have gotten married?

"Cade," she said as she reached for his hand. "I don't want you to freak, but Martin was my Dom. I was his submissive."

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The Charlie Factor

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Wed, 25 Jul 2012 01:14:00 +0000

One, recovering from near deadly injuries; the other, unaware of what he’s been missing in his life. What one man can do, may heal them both.

Charlie Baker is recovering, slowly. Nearly dying tends to make a man reflect on each day. Take into account that his injuries were caused by a premeditated murder attempt, and he certainly isn’t looking for a lover. He is barely welcoming to a friend unable to trust anyone, preferring to hide from the world hours and miles away from the memories.

Gregory Anders hadn’t intended to disturb the man in silent contemplation on the beach, but when his pup, Samson, takes matters out of his hands, he’s forced to at least apologize for his pet’s behavior. There’s no doubt for Gregory that Charlie could use a friend. Clearing the air up front that he isn’t gay helps Charlie to relax, allowing for the cautious beginning of a friendship.

Two men, both alone, for different reasons. What happens when friendship bears more? When support and affection turns into attraction?

Do you take the chance of a lifetime, for the love a lifetime?

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Make Me Stay

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 07:00:00 +0000

Can the sub teach the Dom to play?

Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.
Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.
Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.
But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?
Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes

Excerpt:
Ten minutes later they were seated at a quaint restaurant in the center of town. Cade had requested a quiet table in the back so they wouldn't be interrupted. He was confused enough and didn't need any distractions. Being a well-known businessman, he was always running into people who wanted to have a drink with him. Gracie's return would probably be the talk of the town in a matter of days.

Once they ordered dinner and the waitress poured their wine he'd had enough small talk. He wanted answers.

Why did you come back?

I told you. Gracie sipped her wine. "I took a job here."

Do you think I'm stupid?

Of course not. She lowered her head.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Just look at me. He was puzzled over her return and her elusiveness frustrated him.

She quickly raised her gaze, meeting his eyes.

You walked away from this town without a trace. I don't believe you would come back after all this time to consult. Something isn't right.

You told me to leave.

Me! He tapped his chest. "I told you to leave me. I never expected you to disappear. I thought I'd know where you were and what you were doing." Even though he told her to go, he'd always intended to take care of her.

Without you, there wasn't anything here for me. You were everything. I had no family. I lived in your house. Where did you expect me to go?

We could have figured it out together. I would have made sure you were taken care of. She'd always been his responsibility and when she left he panicked she'd end up on the street.

I needed to go. I had to figure out who I was. That's what you wanted.

I wanted you to be happy.

I am. She smiled. "I told you, I met someone who helped me."

Then why aren't you with him? He didn't like to think about her with another man. It infuriated him to know someone else touched what was his, even if he did let her go. "Are you running from him? Is that why you're back here? Do you need my help?"

She laughed. "I could never run from Martin."

He hated knowing his name. "So, Martin was your boyfriend?"

"Not really." She took another sip of her wine.

Her mysterious behavior pissed him off. She'd better start talking and fast.

Your husband? He felt his blood boil. Could she have gotten married?

Cade, she said as she reached for his hand. "I don't want you to freak, but Martin was my Dom. I was his submissive."

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About the author:
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBooks industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing and scrapbooking. She hope's you'll get lost in her words.

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Drowning Mermaids by Nadia Scrieva

noreply@blogger.com (Patricia Bates) — Fri, 13 Jul 2012 07:00:00 +0000

Topic: What inspired you to write the novel we're spotlighting? And what was the one part of it the most challenging?

Many people ask about my inspiration for writing Drowning Mermaids, but the answer is not simple and easy to explain. A writer uses everything in their life for inspiration; there are always stories rattling around in his or her skull. I used to imagine scenes while listening to my iPod on long bus rides to school or work, and nowadays I often imagine dialogue while driving. When situations in my own life don’t go as planned, I often feel the need to rewrite them with an outcome more perfectly to my liking. When friends tell me stories about important events in their lives, I listen carefully and sometimes manage to work them into my writing.

My friend Samantha was a huge inspiration for the character Aazuria in my Sacred Breath series, and not just because she has nearly drowned on three separate occasions. (One of those times involved a giant plastic octopus—such a memorable visual!) Samantha is the bravest woman I know, randomly traveling to exotic foreign countries just to explore and learn about different cultures. I have always wanted to go with her, but I have never been able to afford the time away from work. She is very much a lady of the water, and while I was working on Drowning Mermaids, she was having dangerous adventures scuba diving in Thailand. She got a mermaid tattoo after a near-death experience during which she felt mermaids take her hands and lead her down into the deep. She described it as being peaceful, and even said that she thought death by water was the best way to go. I was so moved by her story that I knew I needed to use the scene in my novel.

Of course, there were many challenges along the way. I had planned well in advance to set aside time to write nonstop in late 2011; all the inspiration in the world will be useless if one does not make time to transform the shapeless thoughts floating around inside one’s brain into concrete words. It is almost amusing if I look back now to when I first began writing Drowning Mermaids, for I felt like I had to fight my readers for the privilege to work on the story. I had been working on another series, Thirty Minutes to Heartbreak, for a while, and no one wanted me to pause to work on a different project. It was challenging to find beta readers or find encouragement, and I felt very alone in the project.

On September 22^nd, 2011, I posted a snippet of writing on my fan page as a teaser, and my fan copied and pasted it into a comment, changing Aazuria’s name to “Para” (the main character of my other story) and declaring it fixed. At the time this greatly bothered me, but now it is somewhat ironic; that same reader is now probably the biggest fan of the Sacred Breath series! I recently reminded her of that incident, and she was rather embarrassed.

It’s been almost a year since then, but looking back on those difficult beginning moments makes me smile. It just reminds me of how far I’ve come, and how much it was worth it to fight past the naysayers and battle to the finish line of Drowning Mermaids. I often did take breaks to work on the story that everyone wanted, but it would get me out of the mood and set me back for several weeks. By the time I was finishing up Boundless Sea in May 2012 (the third book in the Sacred Breath series) I had at least five beta readers giving me feedback as I wrote. I have never felt such support and enthusiasm for my work, and I realized that I had needed to prove myself and show readers that I deserved their faith before they could place it in me. Now, things are much better and becoming easier every day. As my readers gain confidence in me, I also gain confidence in myself.

Nadia will giving away an eBook copy of Drowning Mermaids to one randomly drawn commenter at every stop.