Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesdays

Welcome to another Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop. A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to beserkers, you name it, we have it. This blog is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. Works in progress or WIPs. are also welcome. So joins us every week and check out our cool stories. 

From Love Remains 


Tadem smiled and sat straight. “Hey, you want to see the angel?”
“What angel?”
“The one who’s been visiting me. She has a message for you.” Tadem’s grin exposed her uneven teeth. “Want to see it?”
A message for me? Olivia frowned and shrugged. “OK.”
Tadem closed her eyes, her shoulders rising as she drew in a long breath. Then her puffy face elongated. Her slanted eyes turned almond shaped, her cheekbones standing high and thick, bouncy curls replacing her scraggly hair. The transformation continued down her body, with swelling breasts, a shrinking waist and extended legs.
Olivia took a long step back, her knees shaking. “Tadem?”
Transformed, Tadem’s mouth moved, but a melodious female’s voice came out. “Only in body. This is what she’d look like had she not been touched.”
Olivia tried to steady her racing heart by pressing hard against her chest. “Touched? By whom?”
The strange woman gave a slight nod. “By God.”
“You call her condition a touch of divinity?” Anger crept to Olivia’s voice despite her attempt to control the agitation. How dare this entity call her sister’s infirmity a touch of God. 
The angel smiled, casting a glow through the gloom room. “Now the Good Book says, ‘Blessed are poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.’”
Clutching the back of the chair, Olivia steadied her trembling fingers. “I wasn’t brought up in the church so I wouldn’t know the meaning.”
“But Jesus said, ‘Allow the children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.’”
The kingdom of Heaven, what a load of crap. Olivia sneered. No such place existed here on Earth or up there in sky. “From what I’ve heard, the Holy Bible is vague and open for interpretation. So if you’re referring to Tadem being like a child, then you’re right.”
The brightness encircling the angel intensified. “We must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus. Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed, for he shares his bread with the poor.”
Help the weak, share with the poor, concepts she found incomprehensible in the past, now something that came as a second nature to her. Perhaps spoken through the mouth of an angel they sounded true. “Why are you with my sister?”
“Every mortal has one guardian angel, but only those like Tadem are deserving of seeing us.”
Olivia pressed her lips tight, but couldn’t stop the wail building in her throat. “It’s unfair to Tadem. She would’ve been a very beautiful woman.”
In one fluid motion, the angel moved close, engulfing Olivia in tangerine scent. “She is happy in her simple life. God loves you, Olivia, and He wants you to know, your sister’s state is not your fault. You must stop blaming yourself for something you have no power over.”
Olivia winced with sudden realization. “Do you have anything to do with the appearance of Tom and the children?”
Sorrow flashed across angel’s face. “Poor Tadem is very sick.”
Olivia’s stomach knotted. “No, she’s fine. Her surgery was successful.”
“You’re in the future, Olivia. Tadem didn’t have her surgery. Yet. And Tom is fighting for his life.”

Blurb: Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her. Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.

When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Our Sexy Tomorrow ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS84


Welcome to the 84th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Tomorrow and there are a lot of ways an author can define this theme. It could be about a couple who’ve been together a long time. It could be about a couple who is heading into a sexy tomorrow for the first time. It could lovers having one last time for whatever reason. The fact is that this week’s theme will mean different things to different authors.


From Bonded by Crimson, a sequel to Rose of Crimson, Kate & Matthias' first sexy tomorrow. 


He tucked his fingers under the thin straps of her nighty and slid them down her shoulders. His hands continued down, pulling the fabric with them. When her pebbled nipples pressed against his bare chest, he let out a low hiss. His sensual kisses on her neck and breasts raised goose bumps all over her skin. 
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered softly.
She was like putty in his hands. She barely heard his murmurs of endearment over the drumming of her heart and the sound of her rapid breathing. For days her body had tingled in anticipation. She wanted this, needed this. She was ready to give herself to him, body and soul.
His hand wrapped around her crumpled gown and pulled it down her hips. When his fingers brushed against her thighs, she cried out his name. Ecstasy slammed into her as his fingers explored her body, teasing and tantalizing her senses.
His warm body covered hers. She grabbed a hold of his shorts and pulled them over his tight butt. After sliding the boxers down, he kicked them to the floor. She moaned at the size of his erection pressing down on her lower belly. As he poised himself at her entrance, she wrapped her legs around his hips and opened herself to him. With his gaze locked to hers,she gave him an encouraging nod. Anticipation was over, she was ready for him.

BLURB
Love isn’t in the cards for her…

After her short failed marriage, Kate tries to rebuild her life and takes a position as a nanny to three small boys. She quickly grows to love them, but their father, terrifies her, while igniting a passion she didn’t know she possessed. Disturbed by his distant manner with his sons, Kate struggles to make him more involved in the boys’ daily lives. Her efforts are mysteriously supported by an entity that cannot really exist. Or can she? And if she does exist, is she really trying to help Kate, or just take over her body?

But when he deals the hand, all bets are off…

Six years after his beloved wife passed away, Matthias is still trying to become the father she wanted him to be. Not an easy task for a three-centuries-old immortal. His search for the ultimate nanny ends when Kate Rokov stumbles to his home and into his arms. The immediate attraction he feels for her seems like a betrayal of his dead wife, a love he’s harbored for over three hundred years. But when Kate is stalked by a deadly stranger, life he clung to in the past begins to crumble and break down. Can Matthias learn to trust and to love again in time to save his family from disaster, or will his stubborn pride destroy everything worth living for?




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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesdays




Welcome to our another Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop. A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to beserkers, you name it, we have it. This blog is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. Works in progress or WIPs. are also welcome. So joins us every week and check out our cool stories. 

For today's excerpt I've chosen something from Treasured Chest. This is not a paranormal story, but the historical pirate's romance. 



But first, the blurb:

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 now the excerpt

The metallic sound of a blade unsheathing pierced the dead silence as Marta drew a long sword out of its scabbard.“We’ll see about that.”
One blunt stroke behind his fat knees brought him straight down. Beads of sweat dotted his wide forehead. A pained expression replaced his mocking grin.
“The rumors are nothing but lies.” He spat the words.
Two stairs above, Sirena towered over him. “And what rumors would that be?”
“That the crew of the Strega is band of pirates. You’re a pack of crazed, loose lipped wenches.” His attempt to stand met Sirena’s boot pushing on his shoulder. He let out a loud
grunt as his knees thumped back to the deck.
Digging her heel deeper into his meaty shoulder, Sirena fixed her eyes on the snorting pig and gave him one of her well-known gazes, serene and prolonged, as eloquent as the
words she was about to voice. “Who are you calling turncoats?”
His snort changed to a full coughing fit and ended with a long wheeze. “You shall address me as Cap’n.”
“On this ship, I’m the captain. Besides, it’s nothing but a title to you.” Anger slowly burned its way into her head. “You mangy cockroach,” she said in a language he’d understand.
“You abandoned your men and left them to our mercy.”
Cocking his head, he reminded her of an overfed fowl. “You leave the men’s work to men.” His last word came out high pitched as Sirena deepened the pressure of her heel on his neck.
With narrowed eyes, she dropped her voice to an ominous one. “Avast. These women cost you your ship, crew, and cargo, which had been stolen from another merchant doubt not. You also lost your honor.” 
She released her hold on him and placed her foot on the beaten wood of the deck. Honorthis man knew not the meaning of the word. “And I’ll leave it up to the women who conquered the pathetic likes of you to decide your fate.”

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Friday, March 13, 2015

Sexy Me Up ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSS83 #MSSAuthors



Welcome to the 83rd week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Sexy Me Up and while it’s hard to define, we can think of a lot of sexy scenarios that can be applied. Think about the Pygmalion types…those who don’t think they are sexy…and suddenly, all those around realize just how desirable they are. Or how about those who have just gotten over a bad breakup and need a little reassurance that they are indeed sexy.

And here's your excerpt form "Love Remains" 






As every morning since her small family had appeared, Olivia awakened to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Only today Tom brought the cup to her bed. She smiled and sat up against the cushions.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He handed her the beverage and leaned closer to place a kiss on her lips.
A chuckle escaped her. Beautiful? First thing in the morning? Her hair alone must resemble a bird’s nest. She set the mug on the night stand and ran fingers through the tangles.
Tom pulled a light blue shirt from his wardrobe then turned to her, holding a necktie against the fabric. “Do these go together?”
The blue letters on the face of the tie made her sit on her haunches and reach out. “What a work of art. What kind of writing is this?”
“Glagolitic.” Tom scrambled into his shirt sleeves. A desire to fasten his buttons swept through her and she couldn’t stop her fingers. His hands dropped to his sides and he whispered against her ear. “The alphabet was invented in eight hundred sixty-five AD and used in writing Old Church Slavic languages. Later it was replaced by Cyrillic.”
God, the man could give an entire lecture on any topic and she’d never tire of listening to his sexy voice. She met his intense gaze, pursed her lips while her fingers tinkered with his bottom button. “Fascinating. Tell me more.”
“À la manière des Croates.” He cupped her buttocks and pulled her closer. Their lips met in a frantic kiss. Olivia’s pulse quickened. He leaned over her and she collapsed on the bed, his body covering hers.
“Ah, yes, Tom, show me the Croatian way,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide and stretching her arms over her head. He let out a deep grunt and trailed his tongue down her neck, raising goose bumps on her skin. At the sound of the door slamming, he halted and propped himself on his elbows.
He panted for a short moment and to her dismay, stood up. “Milo could come in any moment. But to continue, I was referring to the way Croatian hussars tied scarves, called cravats, around their neck during the European Thirty Years War. It appealed to the French and King Louis XIV. They adopted it into their fashion, hence the tie.”


Blurb: Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her. Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.
When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?


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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesdays-a blog hop



Welcome to our another Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop. A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to beserkers, you name it, we have it. This blog is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. Works in progress or WIPs. are also welcome. So joins us every week and check out our cool stories. 

Today's excerpt is from Rose of Crimson the part where Miles/Matthias remembers how he became immortal. 



What the hell, one more drink wouldn’t hurt him or wake up the beast inside him. He reached for the bottle and poured half the shot this time, to be safe. He returned to the sofa, twirling the snifter nestled between his fingers. The swirling golden liquid awakened a deep buried memory.
His father’s chamber had reeked of liquor and something else. Blood permeated the putrid, heavy air. Step by slow step, his feet carried him inside the large room. The woman Father brought home as his new wife and her wretched daughter feasted on the master’s veins. Miles’ breath hitched. His step-sister tore her fangs from his father’s flesh and glared at him at the foot of the bed, drops of thick crimson racing down her chin. Her demonic, blood laced eyes sent ice through him.
Run! An urgent female voice rang in his head. He forced his frozen legs into action and bolted out of the bedroom. He ran into his room. His heart pounded in his ears. Her blood stained hand grabbed the door before he could slam it shut. Scrawny as he was, he pushed his body against the door, to no avail. The bitch was strong and pushed the door off its hinges, sending him to his rump. He crawled backward on his behind. Her sinister laughter rang in his ears, curdling his blood. His back hit the wall. Her fangs elongated as she neared him. Fear rendered him frozen. The bite to his neck came fast and paralyzed him. Darkness closed in on him. The world was slipping away. He was dying.
Bright light erupted in the room. The vampire girl burst into flames. A female’s form emerged from the blinding illumination and held his half dead body, humming to him until he took his last breath.
For days or weeks, perhaps, he had drifted in and out of consciousness. Servants whispered while bustling around his bed, changed sheets and sponged sweat off his body. Then he heard her song and forced his shaky legs to take him to the window. A young peasant girl sat on the stone steps of the storage house, rocking a rag doll in her arms. At a man’s harsh call, she ceased her song and snapped her head in his direction. He called her Kate and told her to quit daydreaming and help unload their cart.
Matthias smiled. His stare still on the swirling liquid in the snifter. So long ago, her song had lured him out of bed. Their friendship bloomed over time. The beastly presence in him had not awakened until the day he caved in to his desire for her, and her willingness to please him confirmed she wanted him too. She pulled him from the brink of the death, eased his loneliness and pain over his and Emina’s forced separation. Life had its strange ways, presenting him with a chance to love her as he should’ve loved her centuries ago.

BLURB
KATE ROKOV‘s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head or she will flunk her finals.
MATTHIAS ZRIN, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing Kate from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić castle.
Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse, and in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.


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Friday, March 6, 2015

Sexy Me Once ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS82


Welcome to the 82nd week of My Sexy Saturday.

Remember the song that has the lyric ‘Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again, it’s been a long, long time”? 

 Our sexiness can happen anywhere, anytime, day or night. People fall in love in many different ways. It could be on a date, at a school dance, on a hike, with the boy or girl next door, just anywhere two or sometimes more people or beings are drawn together because of that feeling called love.

So are you ready for an excerpt form my pirate's romance titled "Treasured Chest"?



Here we go then!

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.”
His words stirred her in a wrong way. She’d always belong to her husband, until the day they unite in death. Not this man, even if his kissing and busy hands fed her hungry fire.
“No.” She scrambled from his hold and pushed him away. “I cannot be claimed.”
His broad shoulders rose and fell with his fast breaths while his lips thinned in irritation. “Why do you refuse me?”
“I have a ship to run and this is not good for either of us.” Pretending to be busy examining the map on the low table, she avoided looking at him. “Besides, once we’ve taken you to your
destination and our obligations are fulfilled, we won’t see each other again. Ever.”
“It doesn’t have to end there.” His solemn voice carried a certain hint of sincerity, but who was he kidding? She was a tough woman, living a man’s life, battling the sea each day, and
he...though his hungry and long glances had not escaped her, she couldn’t be certain of his intentions.
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Leave.”
“Why won’t you look at me?”
She turned slowly and let her gaze drift over him. He stood rigid, his arms held to his sides. Hunger in his hard, piercing gaze flooded her with a whole new surge of passion. She had seen that crescent crease in the corner of his left eyebrow on only one face before, but could it be? A gulp of air forced into her clenched chest.
“Please go,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. The same fire still burned in his eyes when he opened them. “Perhaps later tonight I’ll find you in a better mood. I can see my pallet is still in the corner.” After a deep bow, he left her alone in the cabin while the merriment abounded on deck.
She exhaled long and hard. She came too damn close to succumbing to him. No way could she ever afford to fall for his charms. Brushing her finger over her lips where just a moment ago Marko’s mouth had sealed hers, she reveled in the sensuous tingles rushing through her. His kissing skills were impressive. Better than she had imagined. The way he pulled her into his arms, pressed her against his firm chest, seized her lips...she buried her face in her hands and drew a long breath. No point losing her head in the short moment of insanity. This would not happen again.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesday Blog Hop

A weekly blog hop featuring paranormal stories. From witches to werewolves, vampires to berserkers, you name it we have it. This blog hop is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished.
This Wednesday's excerpt is from my new release Rose of Crimson, a prequel to Bonded by Crimson. 


She returned to the table with a scrapbook in her hand. Flipping through, she stopped on a page with a faded red rose and turned to him. “Roses are notoriously hard to press, especially if they are in the full bloom, but this one turned out pretty good.”
With shaky fingers, he traced the pressed blossom. “How old do you think this rose could be?”
“I remember it like yesterday.” She flipped a few pages of her scrapbook, then stopped at a Polaroid photo of childhood moment captured in time. She stood by the rose bush in the
courtyard of his castle, nowadays was a tourist attraction. “The summer of 1998 was so hot. I was plastered to the polyester seat of my dad’s car, but I didn’t care, I wanted to see the castle Rušinić. I scurried into the courtyard. For some reason all I could smell was this sharp twinge of vinegar.” She wiggled her nose before continuing. “My mom got scared thinking I suffered a heat stroke. Then you stepped out through the door behind me, dressed in a traditional costume. There was a festival going on in the village so I assumed you dressed for the occasion. I was only eleven years old at the time, but I’m sure it was you I saw. I don’t remember that scar on your temple, but you combed your hair differently.” A sheepish smile bloomed on her face. “I never stopped thinking of you. How on Earth did you find me?”
“I was always with you, Kate,” he breathed, glad she didn’t turn away from his scarred face. He must remember to project the same mark every time he was with her. “To you this rose is fifteen years old, but to me it is over three centuries old.”
She returned her gaze at the rose and tilted the scrapbook under her nose. “What?”
“We saw each other through time. Some kind of a time tunnel, I’m assuming. What else do you remember?”
Her lips parted as she stared at him. “I remember your crystal blue eyes, but mostly the sadness in them and it seems the sorrow only deepened with time.”
The tremble in her voice and the truth of her words tore at his heart. Time couldn’t heal every wound. “Two more people were with you that day. Did they see me too?”
“No, my mother still insists I hallucinated from the heat and that I picked the rose.” She shook her head. “I could never prove you gave it to me.”

Rose of Crimson is based on a Croatian legend from late 17th century. Local people like to refer to the tragic love story as their Romeo and Juliet


BLURB
KATE ROKOV‘s grades are plummeting. She needs to get the voice out of her head or she will flunk her finals.
MATTHIAS ZRIN, a three centuries old immortal, born into an aristocratic family as Miles Rušinić, is enthralled with Kate. It is his voice preventing Kate from sleeping and her ignorance is testing his limits. He wants her to write down his story to settle his wife’s earthbound spirit. His tragic love story has become Kate’s obsession since fifth grade during her summer trip to Rušinić castle.
Their coming together settles the old spirit and breaks an ancient curse, and in doing so, a flame spanning over three centuries reignites and burns with wild desire. In this tale of two life times and desire versus emotional need, both know some dreams will have to wait for the right time, but the magic between them is impossible to withstand.

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