Monday, September 1, 2014

Her Men by Ashley Ladd

Title: Her Men
Series Name: N/A
Publisher: Totally Bound
Genre: Contemporary Erotic male-female-male romance
Book Length: 22,000 words


BLURB:
Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She's fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.

Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They're sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won't be disappointed by her older self.

It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot ménage…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.

EXCERPT:
A silhouette fell across her, waking her up from her nap and a husky voice washing over her. “You’re going to be sorry falling asleep out here. This sun is brutal.”
Groggy, she shaded her eyes and looked up at the shadowy figure in awe. “Timmy, is that you? You’re early.”
He leaned down, his body still sinewy and strong, and held out his hand to her. Nary a wrinkle marred his matured face. Only a few laugh lines fanned out from his eyes which added to his attractiveness. “You too. Is that a sign?”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. Since when did Tim believe in signs? “A sign?”
“That you want to see me, be with me in private, as I want to see you and be with you in private.”
She swallowed hard and put her hand in his, her heart somersaulting when they touched for the first time in more than twenty years. A maelstrom of emotion washed over her and she didn’t want to mess up what was probably her last chance to be with him, so she wasn’t about to play coy.
Slowly, seductively, she licked her lips. “You read my mind.”
As he helped her up, his gaze smoldered into hers. He dragged her alongside him and his hard cock swelled into her side. He nipped her ear then whispered huskily, “Your nipples are puckering through your suit. I’d call that a sign.”









Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

How you can contact Ashley:

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Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

How you can contact Ashley:

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Better than Cake by Lisa Carlisle

After the worst fight of their relationship, the last place Stephanie wants to be is a wedding reception. She still can’t get over what happened. Could their five years of marriage be destroyed after a blast of heated words? Johnny suggested separating. Separating! Now with her marriage on the line, she has to put on a brave face and pretend love is grand.
Johnny doesn’t know why he’d freaked out the way he had and is left with one emotion. Regret. He doesn’t want to lose Stephanie. He must find her and make things right.
Stephanie enters the reception, fearing the end of her marriage. Johnny has something else in mind—a much more decadent proposal that will turn her friend’s wedding into an event they’ll never forget.

A short erotic romance for only  99 cents! Perfect for a beach or summer read.

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Excerpt
Who gets ditched at a wedding? Stephanie paused and took a deep breath before walking into her friend’s reception. Something like this could only happen to her.
Ditched wasn’t a strong enough description. “Maybe we should try separating.” Johnny’s words echoed in her mind, lashing her psyche raw with repetition.
Separating! She closed her eyes. Unthinkable.
It’s okay. You can do this. Stick it out for a couple of hours and then you can deal with the mess.
How would she explain her husband’s sudden absence? He was at the ceremony, but wouldn’t be at the reception. What would be a reasonable explanation? They were spending the weekend here in Cape Cod so it would be tough to feign a work or family excuse.
Illness. Yes, something about seafood. That would be plausible at a seaside resort. Food poisoning. She had an excuse—but it didn’t make her feel any better about the situation.
Beyond the Sea wafted out from the ballroom, appropriate for this Cape Cod seaside resort. She glanced up at the imposing exterior of the multi-level hotel. Her hand trembled so she clutched her silver purse tighter. She raised her chin to steel herself and entered the hotel.

Stephanie scanned the place settings to find hers. Mr. and Mrs. John Silvio. Table nineteen. She dropped her purse to her side, but her fingers still clenched it. The last place she wanted to be after a killer argument with her husband was a wedding. She forced herself to enter the reception area, squeezing through all those decked in suits and evening gowns. Searching the table numbers for nineteen, she followed them to the back of the room. She guessed she’d be furthest from the head table, since she was neither family nor close friend, but an old college roommate of the bride. She made her way to the back of the room, braved a smile, and introduced herself to the couples already seated.
“Hi. I’m Stephanie.”
“Elaine,” a heavyset woman with puffy blond hair said. “You’re alone?”
Great. Just fantastic. Starting right with the topic she wanted to avoid. “Yes. My husband couldn’t make it tonight. Something he ate earlier,” she babbled. “Probably the shellfish.” She shrugged.
The others introduced themselves as she sat down and peppered her with questions about where they bought the seafood. A few shared their stories of food poisoning.
It was going to be a long night.
Once the attention was off her, she replayed the fight for what had to be the fortieth time since it happened. After a ripple of snide comments evolved into a tsunami of a fight, she stormed away from Johnny and ended up talking to herself like a crazy person as she pounded through the surf.
“Separating? Why does he take a small argument and blow it up into something like this? How could he do this to me at my friend’s wedding? What the fuck!”
A couple of miles later, she had calmed down. It wasn’t all his doing. She was the one who’d dragged them here when he had other plans. Her fury decreased as the sun sank lower in the sky, replaced by a cloak of sadness.
She didn’t want to split up.
Her eyes began to water. How the heck would she make it through the night without breaking down? Her marriage could be over. How long could she sport a brave face before it dropped?
“Excuse me,” she said and hurried into the ladies room. She barely made it through the door before her eyes pooled with tears.
She grabbed tissues and blotted them, fixing her smudged makeup the best she could.
“You can do this,” she told her reflection in the mirror.
As much as she dreaded being at a wedding while her own marriage hung in jeopardy, she had to put her feelings aside for the sake of Caryn. She’d only get married once.
Hopefully.

* * * * *

Johnny caught glimpses of the ocean from the cab and couldn’t help but brood on what he had said to Stephanie down the beach this afternoon. A cold black cloak had surrounded him since, fastened with shackles of regret. The same question echoed in his head ever since.
Why?
Why had he freaked out the way he had? Said the things he had? The day had started out great. They woke up at the bed and breakfast and had the morning free before the ceremony. They’d rented bikes on the Cape Cod Rail Trail and had ridden past sand dunes and shacks, cranberry bogs and duck-filled ponds, villages and pine forests, and even a couple of lighthouses. The scenery was one thing, his beautiful wife riding alongside him something else. He could barely keep his eyes off her lithe body and on the trail.
When they’d stopped to buy sandwiches from one of the beachside shacks and had a picnic lunch on the beach, things were still good. It wasn’t until after the seaside wedding ceremony this afternoon that he’d opened his mouth and all kinds of stupid fell out. And for what? Something trivial, not something to throw away a marriage over.
Their argument had stirred weeks before. He resented her for dragging him to a wedding when he’d already had plans for his monthly camping trip with his buddies, He had stormed about it for days, but downright exploded on the beach earlier. Telling her she was too controlling, she shouldn’t speak for him and make him cancel his plans to do something she wanted. How his outdoor trips were how he decompressed from work and if she didn’t get it by now, she didn’t get him. She’d countered, saying he used the same justification for his softball games, and sometimes he had to suck it up and act like an adult. Snide comments had escalated into verbal jabs. Past grievances were drudged up as their defenses rose. Accusations flew, growing uglier, and digging up past perceived injustices, until finally, he had suggested a trial separation.
He still wasn’t sure why he’d said it. A heat of the moment incident, blurting out something to end the fight with something he didn’t even mean.
Her shocked expression had turned to one of hurt as she blinked back tears. Then she’d lashed back at him. “If you’re so shallow and selfish that you consider a weekend away from your buddies such brutality, then yeah, maybe we should.”
When she had stormed away from him across the beach, he had turned away thinking to hell with her and pounded through the sand in the opposite direction. It wasn’t until he had turned back several minutes later to see she was gone that he realized he might have made the biggest mistake of his life.

About the Author

Lisa loves stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters and tough, independent, caring heroines. Her reading tastes very widely and she’ll read almost anything—especially mysteries, romance, and non-fiction on any new topic of interest.

She is thrilled to be a multi-published author writing since she’s wanted to write since the sixth grade. Her travels and many jobs have provided her with inspiration for novels, such as serving in the Marine Corps in Okinawa, Japan, backpacking alone around Europe, or working as a waitress in Paris. Her love of books inspired her to own a small independent book store for a couple of years.

Lisa lives in New England with her husband and their children. She spends her days writing for corporate clients and her evenings writing stories and novels.

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Friday, August 1, 2014

My Sexy Saturday - how did the characters fall in love

This week I'll share with you my characters' sexy love. I'll show you how they fell in love and how they plan to stay in love. Basically, as readers you all want to know about the love story. So I'll share with you characters who aren’t afraid to show that they love someone. The characters that will be there a year, ten years or forever with someone they love. 

Here's the snippet from my work in progress, almost finished prequel to "Bonded by Crimson" titled "Rose of Crimson". Enjoy. 


A whimper escaped her, his answer leaving her bereft of words. The soundtrack ended and the world stopped. The anticipation of his lips on hers hung in the air and pulled her closer to him. 

He leaned toward her. An eloquent silence filled the car while he touched his lips to hers. The softness of his kiss raced shivers down her spine. His mouth teased and prodded her to open while wild flames of desire licked her insides. A deep moan slipped out of him when their tongues met in a ravenous kiss, his mouth exploring and dominating all at once. Heaviness pressed on her breasts, and her core ignited. What if he asked to take this to the bedroom? 

And there you have it. Keep hopping for more Sexy Saturday and have fun. 


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Ashley Ladd Business or pleasure



Blurb:
Guy Rogers is extremely attracted to his new Realtor, Tom Beaudreaux. As a passionate vegetarian and animal activist, he’s ecstatic that Tom is a kindred soul. He could never be with a carnivore. Unfortunately, Tommy isn't really a vegetarian or animal activist. He never said he was either, he just didn't eat meat when he was with Guy. And maybe he emptied his house of all meat and dairy products before inviting Guy over. In fact, Tommy’s family owns the most popular barbecue restaurant in town and if his family has their way, he’ll manage the new location.

When Guy finds out that Tommy eats meat and his family owns a restaurant that is a monument to eating meat, he’s livid and doesn't know if he wants anything else to do with Tommy.

But then Guy’s life gets crazy –his dad’s paranoia blossoms into violent dementia, he gets arrested for picketing a doggy mill, and then he winds up in even more legal trouble. When Tommy sticks by him through all his trouble and does everything he can to help him, Guy wonders if he’s been too militant and narrow-minded. Perhaps he can learn to live with people who have opposite views.

Excerpt:
Gunshots rang out as they turned onto Guy’s street.
Tommy looked at him and mouthed, “Shit! You don’t think…?”
“I hope not. I don’t know.” Guy pressed the gas pedal to the floor and the car shot forward, fish-tailing.
Tommy fisted the door, hanging on tight. “I hope we’re wrong.”
Guy’s intuition told him he wasn't. His knuckles turned white they held the steering wheel so tightly. Unafraid for himself but scared for his dad, he pulled into his driveway and jumped out of the car, with Tommy close on his heels.
The woman next door ran outside screaming, tearing out her already tattered hair. She pointed at her front door. “Your father’s shooting up my house and is holding a gun at my dad’s head. He’s going to kill him. You've got to do something.”
Tommy yelled as he began dialing on his phone, “I’m calling the police.” As if on cue, police sirens blared in the distance and grew louder by the second.
“I’m going in. I have to stop him.”
“Wait for the police. Don’t put yourself in danger,” Tommy ordered forcefully.
“I have to take the chance. He could kill someone before the police get here. I can’t let that happen.” He put himself in harm’s way for animals, so certainly he could risk his life for his own father and other fellow human beings. He had no choice. It would be his fault if someone got hurt.
So he ran through the open door flailing his arms, hoping he would be in time. “Dad! It’s Guy. Don’t do anything. I’m here. You’ll be okay.”
He’ll be okay? What about me? He’s got a shotgun pointed at my head threatening to blow it off,” the elderly neighbor cried.

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Author Bio:


Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

How you can contact Ashley:


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Author in the spotlight: Caroline Clemmons presenting her book "Gabe Kincaid"


Welcome to my blog, Caroline. It's a pleasure to have you here today. 

Please tell us about your writing. Can you explain the title without giving too much away?


Gabe Kincaid is a handsome lawyer in the office of his great uncle. He hates lies and liars and works hard to uphold the law and see justice accomplished. Great, but his personal life is a bit . . . boring. Katie Worthington is masquerading as the fortune teller in a circus while she evades two killers who want her dead. She and Gabe meet when a brawl at the circus involves her.

What was your journey as a writer?

My training was writing journalistic style, which is good for meeting deadlines and word count. However, newspaper writing doesn’t necessarily translate to fiction. Until I joined a Romance Writers of America chapter, my writing was pretty bad. I didn’t know about character arc, POV, pacing, tension, and on and on. I just wrote my stories. Worked for Nora Roberts; did not work for me. Fortunately, there was an RWA chapter in my area where I heard wonderful workshops and met critique partners. I also read craft books and took a community ed class on writing fiction to sell.
Let me warn new writers that not every person willing to be a critique partner is the right one. Over the years, I’ve had a few bad critique partners. One plagiarized my work, which shocked and appalled me. A couple of others said everything I wrote was wonderful—nice to hear but so not helpful. Eventually I found great critique partners who hold me to a high standard and offer excellent suggestions to improve my writing.

I am inspired by authors like Arturo Perez Reverte, Jack Vance, Dan Simmons, Beatrice Small, J.R.R Tolkien, C. S. Lewis. What writers inspire you?

Louis L’Amour, Jodi Thomas, Lorraine Heath’s western historicals, Nora Roberts, Amanda Quick/Jayne Ann Krentz, Agatha Christie, Loretta Chase, Jacquie Rogers, and many others of my writer friends. I love reading a well-crafted book whose characters come alive, don’t you?

Who has been your biggest supporter?

Without a doubt, my sweet husband I call Hero. Besides cheering me on, he does so much to insure my writing time is free of computer and household woes. He even does the cooking so I have more time to write. See why I call him Hero?

What advice can you give to aspiring writers?

Join a writers group, even if it’s an online group. Find a good critique group. (Refer to second question above) Hone your craft. Persevere. Don’t let anyone steal your dream.

Gabe Kincaid has reasons to hate lies and those who tell them. He moved from Austin to Kincaid Springs and joined his great uncle’s law firm. Gabe believes he’s happy and pushes aside those moments of loneliness, of wishing for more. He strongly believes in the law, in justice, and obeying rules. Doing what’s right is fulfilling, isn’t it? Then why is he so fascinated with a circus fortuneteller who spins tales faster than a cowboy whirls his lariat?
Katie Worthington poses as Dorothy Duncan in a small-time circus. If she isn’t behind the scenes mending costumes or in the circus kitchen, she’s disguised as the fortuneteller, Maharani Shimza, Mystic of the East. Even so, she worries about being killed by the men pursuing her. She fears a brawl at her fortune telling tent that sends her into the Kincaid’s protective custody will end with her exposure and death. Then, a death at the circus implicates her. How can she escape when that attorney pops up every time she turns around?   

Will Gabe and Katie let the sparks between them ignite into a passionate romance or will her secrets destroy their chance at a happily ever after? 

EXCERPT 

Sheriff Ben Liles pushed through the crowd, followed by two deputies. “Make way, folks. Make way.”
Gabe followed to see what event warranted three lawmen. Monk joined him.
At the fortune teller’s tent, the largest man Gabe had ever seen had his arm protectively around one of the prettiest women he’d laid eyes on. Must be the fortune teller he’d heard about. Three young men were restrained by a combination of locals and circus workers. 
The woman’s elaborate headdress had toppled sideways. Long, thick hair too black to be believed tumbled around her shoulders. Her blouse had been ripped and she clutched it together with one hand while she righted her turban.
She glared at the youths who looked straight off the farm. “It’s their fault. That one in the middle attacked me and said terrible things. Then his friends helped hold me. If it weren’t for my friends there’s no telling what they’d have done.”
She stepped around the strongman and spit at the young men’s feet then raised a hand toward the sky as if invoking a decree. “May you never again have a day of happiness. May the misery you inflicted on others pass to your children and to your children’s children. May your descendants also curse you for the rest of time because you have brought this misfortune upon them.”
Ben stepped between her and the men. “All right, you’ll all have to come with me. We’ll straighten this out at the jail.”
“Jail?” She stamped her foot. “You should throw them in jail and lose the key. Sheriff, I did nothing wrong. I defended myself and there’s no reason I should have to lose hours of income.”
Outcries from the locals about crooked circus workers worried Gabe. Circus folks jeered back with their own accusations.
Ben held up his hands. “Anyone else who says anything will come to jail, got that?” He gazed around the now silent crowd. “I want the young woman, the three men who allegedly accosted her, and the strongman to come with me.”
“Allegedly?” Her green eyes sparkled with the fire her voice conveyed. “Oh, no, there is no allegedly, sheriff. These three attacked me and Atlas defended me. There is no reason he or I should be taken to jail.”
“She’s right, sir,” the strongman called Atlas spoke. “Good thing I was nearby.” He smiled at her. “Although, she was defending herself pretty well when my friends and I answered her yell.”
Ben’s eyes narrowed in speculation. “Which friends?”
Atlas’ smile disappeared and his eyes hooded as he flexed his considerable bicep muscles. “You can see I’m able to defend myself and my friend Shimza here.”
“Winfield, take statements from these onlookers. Mitchum, you help me escort these people to jail.” He waved off Monk. “Magonagle, you go on and enjoy yourself.” His glance caught Gabe. “Kincaid, you help out here.”
Danged if he would. “Ben, I just got inside the gate. I haven’t had a day off in months.”
Ben snapped handcuffs on the three young men. “You can have one tomorrow. Right now, I need your help and you’re an officer of the court. Fall in line.”

Where can readers find your work? 

GABE KINCAID is at Amazon, Nook, Kobo, Google Play, and iTunes.

My print books are at Amazon, CreateSpace, and B&N. My ebooks are at most online stores. You can see a list of my titles on my website at http://carolineclemmons.com and my Amazon author page at http://amzn.to/1lpYjXS

Thank you for being my guest today. I wish you the best of luck with your writing. 


Thank you for hosting me as your guest, Zrinka.

Friday, June 6, 2014

My Sexy Captain’s Chair ~ @MySexySaturday

Today's My Sexy Saturday post is all about Captain's Chair. The characters who are in charge and wield it in such a way that everyone loves them.

Therefore my second novel, a pirate’s romance titled “Treasured Chest” released on November 24th is available at Black Opal Books Amazon Barnes & Noble AllRomance eBooks Smashwords and Kobobooks is the perfect for this post.


BLURB

The last thing Captain Sirena expected to find on a desolate island was...him!

When Carmen Ventura takes up her post as commander of the Strega, she becomes the new Captain Sirena, the legendary pirate most people think is just a myth created to scare children. Her first quest is to search for the “treasured chest” hidden by her predecessor. But before she can even begin the hunt, she runs into Marko Lucin, captain of the Levant and Carmen’s most insane adventure yet.

How can the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen be a bloody pirate?

Never one to pass up an adventure, especially where pretty women are concerned, Marko finds his ultimate challenge in Carmen. Not only does he fall for her courage, spunk, and intelligence, but the lady pirate can also help him get what he wants—the famous treasure everyone whispers about. His only problem—how long can he play the charming captain before she discovers his true intentions?

And here are 7 paragraphs depicting Captain Marko staking his claim on pirate's Captain Sirena. 

A few minutes later the faint knock on her door made her close her eyes. She knew it was him, and if she opened the door, she would be helplessly lost to this enticing man. Right now, she yearned to be with him. Her feet itched to spring from the chair and let him in. But the memory of her late husband kept her nailed to the spot.
I want you to be happy, Carmen, no matter what you do. His favorite saying surfaced in her mind. Death had separated them and her heart died with him. Yet, she had so much youth and life in her and no one to give it to.

After her ignoring the third knock, the door opened and Marko popped his head in. “I know you’re in here.”

A broken breath shook her chest. He stepped in and sauntered to her bunk. She turned to him and got to her feet. His manly scent enveloped her and clouded her mind. “Now is not the best time, Marko.”

“It’s never the time, is it?” His husky whisper, coupled with his gentle cupping of her chin, sent shivers of pleasant anticipation through her. “This could be the only time we have.”

Like a butterfly’s wings, his lips brushed hers and caused her breath to quiver. She wanted him to continue, to lay his hands on her, and pull her against his hard body. As if he read her mind, his arms wrapped around her waist. He deepened his kiss with a groan, tightening his hold around her. Her lips parted and she breathed him in, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. For a moment, she tasted wine on his skin, deep
and affecting, like his voice. The soft bristles of his beard teased her neck and made her wonder what their joining would be like.

God almighty, the man knew just how to handle her. Her legs gave out under her and she lost her balance, leaning into him. His tongue trailed over her chin and down her neck, coaxing a soft moan from her.

“Sirena of the Adriatic,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Consider yourself claimed by me."

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Saturday, May 31, 2014

My Sexy Saturday



Here are lucky 7s. Seven paragraphs from, coincidentally, chapter 7 of my WIP titled "Rose of Crimson" a prequel to my debut novel "Bonded by Crimson". I'm a couple of chapters away from writing THE END. Since this is Sexy Saturday, let's make it, well SEXY! Enjoy.

Her heart raced. She was dying for his kiss. “Is that why you took my hand right at the beginning?”
“Not the only reason. I guess I’m used to us holding hands.” He gave her hand a soft squeeze.
A whimper escaped her, his answer leaving her bereft of words. The soundtrack ended and the world stopped. The anticipation of his lips on hers hung in the air and pulled her closer to him. 
He leaned toward her. An eloquent silence filled the car while he touched his lips to hers. The softness of his kiss sent shivers down her spine. His mouth teased and prodded her to open while wild flames of desire licked her insides. A deep moan slipped out of him when their tongues met in a ravenous kiss, his mouth exploring and dominating all at once. Heaviness pressed on her breasts, and her core ignited. What if he asked to take this to the bedroom?
He cupped her face in his hands, broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “No, Kate. No. We can’t… I can’t.”
The fantasy shattered and coldness engulfed her. She licked her lips, her mouth dry. “Why not?”

“I lost her, Kate. I lost my wife less than a year ago and without her…” He gulped. His warm breath tickled her skin.  “I’m lost too.” 

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