Friday, April 22, 2016

That Sexy Moment ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS138

Welcome to the 138th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: That Sexy Moment

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is That Sexy Moment can be about a variety of things. It can be when the characters realize they want to make love. It can be the moment when their eyes meet, when they feel a thrill when they touch and on and on. You get the idea.

It is special and usually a once-in-a-lifetime event.  Like in this excerpt from "Rose of Crimson".



“Stop right here.” Kate’s hiss and yank of her hand out of his brought the vision to a halt. She towered over him when he opened his eyes. Puzzlement replaced his easy feeling as he rose to his feet. “You disgraced her, used her whenever it pleased you, then you married her off to a cripple. Why?” Two deep creases appeared on her forehead as her eyebrows drew closer. “Kate,” he said, taking a step forward. “Yes, my hands beat her, after my lips kissed kissed her, the beast ordered me to kill her in a most savage way, disembowel her. I fought the fiend, but I could feel the drive for blood grow within me. The entity wanted to turn me into a monster. It was the best I could do for her. Master Rokov was a good man. He loved her. Not an aristocrat, but a rich merchant. His family owned lands.” 
Taking a long step backward, she widened the distance between them. “Oh, he owned lands. That makes all the difference. He was a hunchback.” 
“A childhood disease disfigured his face and body, but he was born healthy and able bodied.” Matthias refused to believe Kate could be so superficial. But he had to admit the sight of Master Rokov wasn’t for the faint at heart. 
“He was like Quasimodo.” Her voice shook. Her remark filled Matthias with anger. 
With a swift move, he flattened her back against the wall and caged her in his arms. “Never forget where you came from. The Quasimodo, as you called him, was your great-great-grandfather.” 
Tears glistened in her fear-filled eyes. “No wond—” She swallowed hard. “It’s no wonder Kate’s soul is unsettled. Three centuries ago, it all went wrong. She had high hopes, and with you, she believed her life was worth living. I understand her curse now. She must’ve been crushed when you told her.” 
Seeing Kate disturbed like this, broke his heart and he mellowed. He had torn her ancestor’s hope apart and turned her dream to shame. “Yes, she was. Let’s leave that for the next time.” “I fear—” Her eyes traveled around the room, settling on his face. Her sobs stabbed his conscience and he pulled her to him. “She’ll come for me and drag me to the abyss where her soul resides.” His hand inched behind her head and the other around her waist. 
He tightened his embrace. “She won’t. I won’t let her.” 
Her body jerked with sobs, but she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face to his chest. “You can’t be with me all the time.”
But I want to. He placed a kiss on her head. “No I can’t.” He rocked from side to side. “I too sense that Kate may be up to something, but I have a different feeling. A good one. She’s not on a quest to kill you.”
She sniffed, stopped crying, and tilted her head toward his face. “You think?”
“I do.” He brushed his finger over her lips. So full, soft, and inviting. Yank her hair, let me hear her cry in pain. His fist tightened, grabbing her mane as the beast’s inhumane voice echoed through his mind. He must be imagining things. Lowering his head, he caressed her rosy buds with his lips. A tentative kiss confirmed she wanted this as much as he. She tightened her hold and he deepened his kiss. Sucking on her lower lip, he forced her mouth open. Her warm tongue met his in a slow motion at first then her rhythm intensified, rushing blood to his groin. Bite her, let me taste her blood. There was that demon’s voice again. Why was beast stirring up? He must stop before things heated up.
Pinned against the wall by his torso, she broke the kiss and pulled her head back. “You should go,” she whispered. Her hot breath tickled his neck.
Thank God, she was sending him away. He sucked in the unbearable desire to spread her lithe body under him. He must never allow his cravings to turn into actions. The woman in his arms was not the same Kate he’d used centuries ago, and his love for Emina still burned in him, never to be replaced by another. This Kate deserved better than him. 

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Friday, April 1, 2016

Bring It Home for Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS135


Welcome to the 135th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Bring It Home for Sexy

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is Bring It Home for Sexy and once again, it can be for any genre. This theme is our nod to burning the home fires and the love that goes with that scene. Every one has their idea of what home means and what it means when they’ve found that one special lover. It can be in a log cabin, a space ship or a home built for that love. It can be near or far, on this world or even another.

From my re-released paranormal romance "Rose of Crimson" a prequel to "Bonded by Crimson". 




The vision stopped. Filled with sadness, Kate searched the darkness behind her eyelids for more. No, he couldn’t have died or there wouldn’t be much of a story to tell here. There had to be more. She jolted back at Miles’s continuous finger snapping. 
“I said that’s it for today.” 
Blinking, she adjusted to the light while questions swarmed. Why did he choose the memory of him dying to begin with? “But—we just started. And you killed yourself, you goof. Why? I gathered that life was tough, but how were you to fix things? Who was this Kate you hurt? My great-great-grandma? Why did you hurt her? What did you mean by if ‘you’d stay dead this time’?” 
“Save your questions.” He put his hand up in a stop-right-there gesture. “I shouldn’t have kept the first vision so long. We’ll continue on Wednesday. What time are you going to be back?” 
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. Again, he avoided all her questions. She should get angry but curiosity prevailed. If only she could keep him talking to her in this human shape. What would she do if he left and didn’t come back? With this short peek into his soul, he wove a connection between them. He couldn’t just walk out the door now and leave. Afraid he would again cease to a faint voice in her mind if she pushed too hard, Kate restrained from shooting more questions. “I have field placement in the afternoon. God, that teacher always keeps me doing her job. I hope to be here by six.” 
He rose slowly. “I’ll be back then. Good luck on your test.” 
Scrambling into his black leather jacket, he opened the door. “Make sure you lock up after me.” 
She grabbed the knob as his hand slipped over hers. His fingers wrapped around her hand. He raised her hand and his lips brushed her knuckles, the intensity in his crystal blue eyes held her under the spell, then he pressed a soft kiss to her hand. The tilt of his head made him appear so sexy, she could leap up and kiss him. Instead, she sighed while he stepped into the hallway and headed for the stairs. Her knees quivered while she turned the locks and leaned against the door. He’d just kissed her in most gentlemanly way. What was the matter with her? Had she’d been on her own for too long? Expect nothing and you shall not get disappointed. But she stopped believing in her mantra and, without her notion, so many things were unclear.  

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Friday, March 18, 2016

My Sexy Carriage ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS133




Welcome to the 133rd week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: My Sexy Carriage

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is My Sexy Carriage and this can be anything from historical to fantasy. Readers love historical romance it’s true but more and more fantasy romance has historical flairs complete with a sexy carriage. Show us your best romance that has your interpretation of a sexy carriage. We know we’ll love it!

Sexy can be anything, such as romantic moments like walks on the beach, a home cooked meal or even in another galaxy. It could be two lovers here on Earth dreaming about the day where they go on a magical vacation to another planet. Or staying right here at one of those wonderful places we can find in our own world.

From my re-released novel "Rose of Crimson" a prequel to "Bonded by Crimson". 



The car engine purred, idling in front of Kate’s apartment building. She focused on the warm air pouring from the vents and the dim illumination of the dashboard lights. The Phantom’s smooth voice filled the silence. Miles had kept his promise and drove in the slow lane on their way back. He hadn’t as much as blinked at all the cars passing him on the road.
“The opera was truly amazing and so was the dinner. I’m glad we shared the chef’s sample platter, but you shouldn’t have ordered that cheese cake.” Kate lowered the volume of the music, but pressed the up arrow with the beginning of the next song. “This one’s my favorite. Well, they all are. I get goose bumps all over when the orchestra joins in with Christine. What would it be like to stand on the stage at the end of the show and take in the standing ovation?”
“Thrilling, I’m sure.” He shifted in his seat. “What’s a life without a little cheese cake? Une cuisine céleste has the best cheese cake in the world. I love that little restaurant. I get to practice my French there, but our waiter spoke Québécois.” He licked his lips as if reliving the taste of the smooth desert. “Anyway, I enjoyed watching you watch the opera. I saw your eyes tear up a couple of times?”
Oh no, he’d noticed. It was hard not to let tears spill out. She smiled and shrugged, tapping her chest. “What can I say? The scene where Christine parts with Phantom got me right here, but what kind of life could he offer her deep down in the vaults?” Her voice trailed off. Miles couldn’t offer her much of life either, that had to be the logic behind his determination to leave her at the end of the story, not just his pinky promise.
“Very admirable ability when you can let your feelings out.” That tiny devilish smile still lingered on his lips.
Her heart raced, taking her on a journey to a sweet intoxication. 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 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?
He cupped her face in his hands, broke the kiss, and pressed his forehead to hers. “No, Kate. No. We can’tI can’t.”

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Friday, February 26, 2016

A Sexy Paranormal Love ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS130 & #TirgearrPublishingBirthdayBash



Welcome to the 130th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: A Sexy Paranormal Love

This week’s theme is A Sexy Paranormal Love and this is all about those pesky shapeshifters, vampires, demon hunters, angels or any other paranormal event or creature that graces the pages of our romances.

And this week we at Tirgearr Publishing are celebrating 4 years of publishing birthday bash. Check out all of the participating authors who are offering their books at the special birthday party price. Load them all for your e-readers or even in paperbacks. 


With that in mind, for this week's My Sexy Saturday, I've chosen to give you an excerpt from "Deck the Halls", my holiday novella published by Tirgearr Publishing. 

BLURB:
It isn’t the string of crappy jobs, or people’s irrational urge to spend their money, or even his inability to ask Julie out on a date that Zach can’t get excited about Christmas. It is the fact that today is his last day he gets to spend in his preferred human form.
Cover of Deck the Halls by Zrinka JelicWhen jealous Tia, a wicked sorceress disguised as the pack’s alpha female, tries to force his wolf out a day early, all-consuming anger sends him into a rage against her. She punishes shape shifter Zach, by changing him to a dog. He has 48 hours to save his family and trade his life for someone else’s in order to break the spell—the only problem, Julie’s cat Miss Molly knows who he is and won’t let him near her owner. But Julie’s safety is the greatest importance and he sticks by her side.
Julie can’t resist falling in love with the stray dog she rescues. She prolongs putting a found dog ad in the local newspaper just to keep him for another day. Strange thing is, the animal reminds her of Zach.
Confronted with the woman who stole the man she secretly loves, Julie discovers the truth about Zach. When his dog form proves useless against the powerful alpha werewolf, the help comes from unforeseen allies.

EXCERPT: Terror erupted in Zach along with bubbly foam in the bath water. Julie, the first female he’d admired since the death of his life mate, was about to bathe him. He had dreamt of this scenario, but he’d hoped to first invite Julie for a coffee, and not in his present dog form. Perhaps a long walk under the starry sky, eventually hand holding, leading to a sensual kiss while he tasted her lips. Tia had ruined his plans, but there was still a sliver of hope if he could break her spell and live his dreams. Lexa must not fail.
Julie shut off the water and spread a large towel on the vinyl bathroom floor. “It’s ready. Get in boy.”
Fine. She could wash behind his ears, but no way would he allow her to cleanse his private parts, as much as he craved her touch. Dog, wolf or human form he still maintained some sense of decency. He jumped into the tub, splashing water and foam over her and the floor.
She hummed her usual melody, the one he’d asked her about on a few occasions, but she didn’t remember the name of the tune. Her soft voice and her fingers worked into his stiff muscles. The tension fled his body starting at the tip of his nose and working its way down to his paws, turning his knees into jelly. Then she went for the tail.
No, not my nuts. He tightened up.
“Come on, bud. I have to wash under there, too. Come on.” She tugged at his tail tucked between his hind legs.
 But he wouldn’t budge. She threw her hands up in the air as in I give up gesture. “Oh what the heck. You’ll lick yourself there anyhow.”
Damn, she already washed all of him, and he should allow her to finish her job. Before she reached for the plug, he raised his tail. 

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Friday, February 19, 2016

Our Sexy Mystery ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS129




Welcome to the 129th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Our Sexy Mystery

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Mystery and this is our nod to the mystery and romantic suspense authors. Nothing like a good mystery to get a great romance started. And today I'm subletting my blog to my fellow author, Kathy Bosman. She celebrating a new release of her book: 

Love Finds a Way
The Album Book 2 - Pauline’s Story

Contemporary, Fantasy Romance

By
Kathy Bosman




Blurb:

When Ella hands over The Album to Pauline, the young food blogger is about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime—she’s been chosen as a contestant in The Culinary Dream, a TV cooking competition. Pauline takes The Album with her to Italy where the filming is to take place and meets food photographer, Xaden, the brother of the man who ripped out her heart and put her off relationships for a long time.

To her dismay, she gets eliminated from the competition on the first round. Humiliated and determined not to be pitied by her friends and family, she decides to stay behind in Italy for a holiday as well as blog about her restaurant experiences in the exotic European country.

Xaden won't leave her alone and proves to be a friend in a time of need but when he kisses her, she pushes him away, afraid he’ll hurt her like his brother did. The TV series offers her a job as the editor of the food magazine and she is to work alongside the very man she wishes to avoid. Forced to be with the man she can't resist but whom her instincts tell her she can't trust, Pauline is in for an emotional roller-coaster ride with The Album as her companion and guide.


Excerpt 

Five taxis awaited them outside. She bit her lip, certain the crew would take their own taxi, but Caren ferried them to disperse and “get to know one another.”
Much to her distress, Xaden followed her and plonked himself right next to her in the taxi. Once the vehicle chugged out the airport, he placed his camera down at his side, took her hand, shook it roughly, and grinned. “Xaden Zander. And you?”
Zander.
Her mind frantically tried to place the very familiar surname while he stared at her, his face only a foot from hers, so smooth, so confident, and so easy-going. Tingles ran up her arm and she didn’t hold her suitcase with The Album. No magic this time. Pure, breath-robbing attraction.
“Zander. Um…Zander. Are you? You can’t be…?” Icy showers cascaded over her in one heart-rending second. Roan’s brother did have an unusual name. He’d mentioned him at times.
Xaden is Roan’s brother?
“I’m…?” Once again, he seemed amused at her expense.
“You’re Roan’s brother, aren’t you?”
He narrowed his eyes at her, the first sign of any emotion except for upbeat and exuberant. “I prefer not to be judged through the eyes of any woman who’s come into contact with Roan.”
Oh, so he was aware of his brother’s sins?
“It’s hard not to…” His dark eyes became black holes. “…well, you do resemble him, come to think of it.”
Could explain the immediate attraction. Why couldn’t she get away from Roan and the memories he’d branded on her brain? Other women had many partners and got over them all. She’d slept with one guy who messed her around and she still drowned in the raging waters of his indiscretions.
Xaden gave off such a big presence. It filled the taxi, making the driver and the other contestant seated in front seem like an insipid spice that didn’t change anything about the taste of the meal. Xaden, instead, was the garlic, the onions, the bacon, or the rosemary.
But no, he measured up to ghost pepper in danger and heat level. Anyone only vaguely related to Roan should never touch her, even her knee or her back, but never, ever, her heart. She remained way too vulnerable for the likes of them.

Author Bio:

Kathy lives in South Africa, where the summers are hot, the winters cool and bugs thrive. She writes romance in many forms, most of the time with women who feel deeply, men who care strongly and characters who learn lessons along the way. Every so often, she sprinkles a little magic in her stories. When she’s not writing, she makes sure her kids work hard as they do school at home, tries not to get too distracted by dust bunnies and cooks up a storm to keep the tummies full. When she’s not hectically busy, she loves reading romance and fantasy novels, watching movies, and dabbling in different crafty things, depending on her mood.


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What if you believe the guy you want can’t be trusted? The Album 2. #sweetromance #fantasyromance http://www.amzn.com/B01BNMW1B4

A reality TV cooking show in Italy. A handsome brother of her rogue ex. A magic album in her bag. http://www.amzn.com/B01BNMW1B4

Book 2 in The Album series - Pauline’s Italian adventure in cooking and love. #sweetromance  http://www.amzn.com/B01BNMW1B4

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Friday, February 12, 2016

Valentine Blog Tour with Trans Canada Romance Writers



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And now onto blog business. 

Here's the excerpt from my WIP titled "Gypsy Stone" 

The girl retreated into the darkness of the vault, away from the patch of light coming in from the street lamp. Dario took in the vision before him, his breathing subdued. He couldn’t speak, his mouth had dried up and his mind drew a blank. His legs froze. Is it truly Irena? Everything about the woman convinced him it was her, except her hair color. Instead of her silky, golden locks, short brunette tresses barely reached her eyebrows. Her once slim frame seemed fuller in all the right places.
If he approached her, would she vanish? He took a tentative step. A piece of broken glass scraped the ancient cobblestone under his shoe, he halted.
A slow smile curved her ruby lips. Her hand, clad in the white, knitted glove reached from under her red cloak. “It is me.”
He took her offered hand, her fingers curled around his. “Tell me this is a dream. I don’t want to wake up.”
“Then keep on dreaming.” She cupped his face with her free hand, her perfume the subtle hint of citrus strongest on the inside of her wrist, intoxicating. “Thank God I found you.”
He threaded his fingers through her thick hair. Could he get used to this dark tone? “Your hair, it’s different.”

“I’m trying to get used to it. It’s temporary, needed a change.” In the next instance, her lush lips lifted to his. At first, her lips merely brushed his, then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. The fear he’d wake any second and discover she’d turned into a wisp of smoke gripped him, but he pushed down on the tightness in his gut. This was real, not his imagination, and hell if he wasn’t going to make the most of it. 


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Friday, February 5, 2016

A Sexy Encounter ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS127



Welcome to the 127th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is A Sexy Encounter…show us the most romantic, the most frustrating or the most exhilarating sexy encounter ever between two lovers…or maybe even between frenemies.

Here's an excerpt from my short story titled "Put a Bow on It" that appeared in a Christmas anthology, "Holiday Spice". I know, the holiday season is over, but the story had not seen much love this year. So, enjoy. 


Danica bit a mouthful of her sandwich. The corporate dude was heading toward her and it would be impolite to stuff her face while he was talking to her. What the hell, she shoved her last bit of the bread in her mouth. The piece was a troublesome to chew, but she managed with a help of a few sips of her soda. Alejandro picked up a conversation with another guy, but stuck close by, turning from time to time in her direction.
“I’m sorry,” Chess chimed, flashing his impossibly white teeth. “I didn’t quite catch your name.”
She forced the mouthful down her throat. “No one did.”
Chess laughed, but it sounded fake, practiced too often. “No, really, what’s your name?”
“Danica.” She enunciated slow, making a tsk sound with her tongue on c letter. Many made the same mistake and pronounce her name changing c to k. Her name was not Danika.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Chess deepened his voice and took the paper plate from her hand, placed it on the table, then wrapped his dry fingers around hers. Probably well practiced tactic, too.
She forced a smile on, but wanted to hurl. Thankfully his hold was limp and she pulled her hand out of his. “Thank you, but I really should be going back to my desk now.”
“Where’s the hurry? Look,” he said, stepping too close for comfort.  “There’s a real party tonight at the hotel, for executives. Gourmet food, fine wines, cocktails and I have a room there. Not these potluck dishes and soft drinks purchased at the local grocers.” He produced a business card from his trousers pocket. “My cell number’s on there. I’ll be expecting your call. Don’t disappoint me.”
Oh, you’ll get disappointed, all right. Instead of reaching for the card in his hand, she glanced at Alejandro then back at Chess. “Would love to, but sorry, I have prior arrangements.”
His eyebrows arched. “Then break them.” He too turned toward Alejandro. “With him?”
None of your damn business, she wanted to shout, but she just shrugged, widening her smile. “I hope.”
Chess’ face dropped, eyes narrowed. “You’re lying. You don’t have any arrangements.”
“No, I really do.” If he thought she’d miss the episode of her favorite show for him and his party, he must be nuts. So what if it was a re-run? She enjoyed the show the second time around.
Bev, who’d been watching them like a hawk from a short distance, stepped in. “I’m sorry for barging in, but this is important. Chess, could you please come to my office for a few moments?”
“Whatever it is, Bev, it can wait.” He spoke without turning to her. Instead he kept his predatory gaze on Danica the whole time. An unpleasant shiver raked up her spine. As a high corporate officer, he had it in his power to ruin her life or he could show her how high she could go. And all these women wanted him not just for his supposedly ‘good looks’ and charm, but also to advance their careers from ordinary office drones stuck in cubicles.

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