Friday, January 23, 2015

You’re So Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

This week’s theme is You’re So Sexy. You know those characters. The ones you want to just eat up because their sexiness jumps off the page at you. Some of them know they are sexy, some of them don’t. Many times, it’s just an awesome scene that exudes the characters sexiness in an every day situation.

And so without further ado, I hope you find MC Matthias aka Miles from Rose of Crimson sexy in this scene:

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’t…I can’t.”

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.

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Friday, January 16, 2015

I’m So Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS75

This week’s theme is I’m So Sexy and there’s nothing more interesting that someone who exudes sexiness but doesn't flaunt it. These are those who are naturally sexy, like the girl or boy next door. Or the boss who acts like a nerd. Or maybe one who wears something that makes someone want to strip them bare. Those are the characters we want to read about. Those with city, country or maybe even other-worldly charm that knocks our socks off every time.

So here's an excerpt from Bonded By Crimson, with Kate's sexy boss Matthias. My debut novel “Bonded by Crimson” has been released on January 28th 2012, and it is available in all formats at Black Opal Books, Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble Kobobooks and All Romance eBooks

“How do you find Templar’s Journey?”
She gasped at Matthias’s voice and sprang to her feet. The book dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.
“You startled me, Mr. Zrin.” She reached for the novel, not taking her eyes away from her barely dressed boss. A strap held his robe in place around his hips. The collar hung casually open to reveal the pale skin of his chest.
He leaned on the doorframe. “How come you are up this late?”
“I have a headache.”
He disappeared behind the coat closet door and brought out his doctor’s bag. “I can give you something mild to help you sleep.”
“Thanks, but aspirin won’t help.”
He rummaged through his bag. “You have a migraine. I know.”
“How did you know?”
“You were quiet during the dinner and kept pulling on the same eyebrow. Rosalia’s stew was delicious but you didn't taste it. Having a sick stomach is normal for a migraine.” He wrinkled his nose and gave her a sympathetic smile. “But what really gave you away was the fact you evaded sitting at your favorite place in front of the huge window. The light hurt your eyes, I believe?”
She shrugged one shoulder, frowning, trying not to let him know how pleased she was that he was paying so much attention to her.
“Here, take this.” He held a pill on his palm.
She picked the capsule and examined its triangle shape. “What is it?”
“The new drug for migraines. I had a pharmaceutical sales rep in my office yesterday. He left me the physician samples. If it alleviates the pain, I’ll write you up a prescription.” Mr. Zrin left the room, apparently headed for the kitchen. “You’ll need
water,” he called over his shoulder.
Wouldn't it be interesting to see if he could find his way around the
To her surprise, he returned with a tall glass and handed it to her. “You’re upset over the school incident, aren't you?”
She popped the pill in her mouth and chased the pink capsule down with a long gulp of water. “Yes, your boys are the sweetest little things. How can someone bully them?” Her throat tightened and she closed her eyes for one brief moment.
When she opened them again, his face was a few inches away from hers.
“Ivan is fine, and the school will do whatever is in their power to stop this from happening again. And so will we.” His tender voice had a calming effect on her frail nerves. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. A tear rolled down her cheek. He cupped her face and wiped the droplet away with his thumb. “Don’t cry. Please.”
She shivered at this touch. He slid his hand behind her neck, pulling her into his embrace. In spite of her better judgement, her arms rose and slipped around his neck. She was in Heaven, enveloped in his masculine scent. “Matthias, at last, at last. I waited for so long.” What the heck was she saying? The yearning inside her tightened her chest.
“No, my dove. You mustn't do this.” He brushed her hair back. A pained smile stretched his lips before he let her go.
Kate took a step back, holding her hand pressed against her heaving chest. “I—my head feels better. I’ll return to my room.”
He bowed. “You do that.” The cushions of the white chair bent under him when he sat.

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?

For more story of Kate and Matthias, don't forget to check out Rose Of Crimson, a newly released prequel to Bonded By Crimson. 

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Friday, January 9, 2015

Our Sexy New Year ~ @MySexySaturday

This week’s theme is Our Sexy New Year. As the New Year starts, what’s more fun than thinking about all those New Year resolutions. Or not. How about those things the characters did at the holiday parties? Or how about that person they woke up next to and don’t remember a thing? Yeah, this week it’s more than just resolutions we’re thinking about here. We’re thinking a little about those resolutions but more about the impossible situations characters have found themselves in and the stories revolving around either. It could also be about all the great things that have happened as well. After all, some of those off-kilter things just might have turned into something beautiful.

And my beautiful new release 'Rose Of Crimson" came out just in time for such great theme as this one. 
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First, the 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.

And here's that sexy excerpt you've been waiting on:

Kate dug her fingernails into her palms. The loneliness must be getting to her at this dead hour or she wouldn't imagine the incoherent whispers had taken a deep masculine tone. Impossible, she wasn't that lonely or loony and she had been conversing with him for the past twenty or so minutes. He seemed less threatening and that smooth voice of his eased the tension between her shoulders.
A spark of curiosity ignited to a full blaze. She must find out more about him. “Need me? What for?”
“To tell my story.” There was no mistaking this time as his fingers raked gently through her hair, making her chest heavy and spinning her mind. How could he have known she was a sucker for head massages? He moved his fingers down her neck and shoulders. Yes, dig in right there and loosen up the knot. Damn this was good, she must stop him or she’d write down the complete saga.
He eased the pressure on her skin. “How does that kink in your shoulder feel? Better?”
“It’s almost gone.” Bless him, the man worked magic on her in more than one way. “Hey, how did you know I had a kink in there?”
“You rubbed that spot before.” By now he brushed his fingers over her neck.
Hmm, what else had he seen her doing? Oh no, those few times she’d stepped out of the shower and realized she’d forgotten to hang a fresh towel and ran to the linen closet wet and naked. Heat rushed to her cheeks, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. The invisible visitor remained silent. Perhaps he hadn't been in her flat during those incidents.
“So, what’s your story about?” She arched one brow, tilting her head under his pressing fingers. Of course everyone had a story, so why was she surprised an un-dead ghost consulted her to tell his tale?
“You’ll find out soon enough.” A tickle ran along her arm once more. “And it can’t be told in one night.”
20 Zrinka Jelic
Wonderful, that was what she got for sticking her nose in the paranormal stuff in the past. Now he’d cling around her for who knows how long. She had hoped to be rid of him, preferably tonight. The feel of his caring touches returned to her mind. From what she gathered by his closeness and the touch of his big hands caressing her neck and shoulders, he must be tall and, she imagined, quite muscular. Oh, if she could only see him, but she quickly shook the idea away.
Why was she so accepting of this disembodied voice? Though she struggled to remain as calm as possible, from the literature on the subject, the best was to keep one’s fear in check in the presence of a haunted soul. Yet, her curiosity sprouted and spread through her veins like weeds. “Listen, Miles.” She exhaled. “You sought out the wrong person. I have to cram for my exams and I have term papers due. Can’t you find someone else?”
“No.” He demanded, “I can’t let you go. I need you to write down what I can’t tell anyone anymore.”
She gasped. He wanted to confess something. A murder he committed long ago. Or had he been murdered and wanted to point out his killers? Either way the dial on her curiosity gauge turned up to full volume, this had Agatha Christie written all over it. If the crime took place long ago, what was she to do with the evidence? There she went again, letting her imagination run wild.
The absence of his touch left her wanting for more. “I've seen your school papers. You are a good writer.”

“What, were you standing over my shoulder the entire time?” Of course he had. She shouldn't be surprised. Chances were he’d seen her running for the towel, the fact he hadn't mentioned it told her he was a true gentleman. “College assignments cannot compare to what you’re asking me to do. There are so many other skilled persons for sure. So, why me?”

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Friday, December 19, 2014

A Sexy Sleigh Ride ~ @MySexySaturday

This week’s theme is A Sexy Sleigh Ride and it’s our hats off to the holidays. Don’t you just love those amazing holiday sleigh rides? It is one of the most romantic things about the holiday season. Sleigh rides are awesome…heck…any kind of ride can be awesome when you have the right someone with you. It can start with a brisk cold night. Maybe the car or the spaceship won’t start. Somehow, your characters have found themselves in this very outdated mode of transportation and are having the times of their lives. It can end in a place where only lovers go. And you want to know the details.

Unfortunately, I don't have a sexy sleigh ride scene, or sleigh ride for that matter. What I do have is a car ride. Is it sexy? You decide. 

Here's another excerpt from "Deck the Halls" my holiday novella available for only $0.99 until the end of the month so grab your copy while this special offer lasts. 

They rode in silence, but by Julie’s tense expression and white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, her mind must be a jumbled mess filled with questions.
He placed his hand on her thigh and her shoulders lowered, her back relaxed into the seat. Maybe a bit of humor would set her mind at ease and smooth out the awkward tension. She had always laughed as his quirky jokes. “You can ask me anything you want. I promise I won’t bite… much… unless you like it, then by all means tell me.”
Her melodious laugh broke her silence and loosened the knot in his gut. “All right. Are you a wolf or a human?”
He rolled a low chuckle. How did he know this would be the first question to leave her lips? “I’m a shifter who, like many in my pack, prefers to exist as a human. But I must regenerate and I shift to my wolf form at least once a month.”
She kept her eyes on the road. “Once a month?”
“Yeah, my regeneration will fall in sync with your cycle.”
“My cycle?” Her high pitched voice pierced his ears, she glanced at him.
“Your monthly cycle.” If he had to spell it out for her, he’d blush worse than a teenage girl.
“Oh, that.” Her face turned a bright pink in the dim lights of the car’s console. At least she understood what he meant. 
He faced the window to give her a moment to process the new information. He had to hand it to her.  She was taking it all quite well. Not that he expected her to lose her marbles or anything. More like hit him with slew of questions. Perhaps that would come when she worked through her confusion. 

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Friday, December 12, 2014

A Sexy Morning ~ @MySexySaturday

This week’s theme is A Sexy Morning. Don’t you just love it when you see characters have a snuggle down day that starts with an awesome morning? Or how about making love at dawn on a planet far away? Or watching the morning sky together for the very first time as the sun tops the ridge?  This is a theme about that special time of the day where only lovers go. Do they wake up next to each other and wonder how they got there? Or are they all over one another?

For the lovers, Julie and Zach in my Christmas novella "Deck the Halls" the special time of day just happen to be the late night, or perhaps early morning hours, while it is still dark. 

She rose on her toes and touched her lips to his. He slid his hand between their bodies and unbuttoned her blouse. Her soft, silky skin promised that he’d live up all of his fantasies. The thought sent a fresh gust of hot desire through his bloodstream.  Lacing her fingers with his, she turned the light off in Lexa’s room.
She led him to her bedroom and closed the door. Her unbuttoned blouse hung loose on her shoulders, the swell of her breasts spilled from her bra. He tugged on the lace and freed her nipple, sucking on rosy bud until it pebbled in his mouth. She tipped her head backward and whimpered while her fingers tunneled through his hair, pulling him closer to her skin.

 He wrapped his arms around her, slid his hands to the small of her back, then yanked her against the hardness of his body. The scent of her arousal filled the air and hardened him in an instant. In a few slow steps, he backed her against the edge of the bed and lowered her onto the soft covers. “It’s our turn. Let’s have a merry little Christmas.” 

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Friday, November 28, 2014

Sexy Down the Avenue ~ #MySexySaturday

This week’s theme is Sexy Down the Avenue. We’re sure you’re wondering just what we mean by this. When picking themes for the rest of the year, we realized that we hadn’t picked anything historical in a while. Sexy Down the Avenue reminds us of carriage rides in London or any European city. Of course, it could be any other sexy historical setting as well. 

And here's the excerpt from 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  

The scene is taking place in the city of Ragusa, or today's picturesque Dubrovnik, some know it as the King's Landing from the Game of Thrones. 

The man-of-war captain gave her a peck on her cheek and took his leave. Sirena straightened and stared after her brother for some time then climbed two marble steps to the round edge of the well. She pulled a coin from her purse. As per tradition, she placed a kiss on the Seguin to better her chance at good luck and flicked the money into the water pouring from the mouth of twelve carved masked faces. A long sigh escaped her and she scurried along the paved street washed in the early afternoon sunshine.
Keeping his eyes on her while staying out of her sight presented a challenge, but he couldn’t afford to lose her in the crowd. At the top of Stradun Street, where the dome of the imposing baroque Cathedral of Assumption rose behind the houses at the end of the plaza, she turned toward the harbor
and left the main city.
Great sea beastie, he’d struck a real booty by a sheer dumb luck. Never had he believed nor expected he’d meet the real Sirena and come across the Strega and her crew. The women’s sad faces as he left the deck would stay imprinted in his memory forever. He missed them already. Would he ever get over their salted sardines soaked in olive oil and the best grog he had sampled? Even if the meals came served on the tarnished pewter, instead of fine china, they tasted better in such good company. His mouth watered. But it was the image of Sirena’s gray eyes, bouncing curls, and her appealing bosom that urged him not to let her out of sight, ever. The way water had soaked into her chemise and molded the thin fabric to her breasts would not leave his thoughts.


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?

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From 11/28 – 11/30/14, The Santa Drag is FREE from Amazon! Reviewers have called this story charming and funny, so for a quick holiday pick-me-up, one-click The Santa Drag.

Things aren't always what they seem, and this shopping mall Santa has a secret only true love can reveal. 

Mackenzie's an out-of-work actress who takes a job as a shopping mall Santa to pay the rent. She fools everyone with her Santa drag, until the day Joe McBride walks into the mall. Joseph Timothy McBride - the real-life, got a soap opera gig and you saw him in Scream II actor. The only guy she ever really loved. Can Mack stay in character, or is it time to strip off the red coat and peel off the beard for good? 

The Santa Drag is a 6,000 word short story about a Santa with a secret, stressed out parents in the mall, and one very handsome actor.

A kid in my lap threatened to throw up, taking my full attention for several moments, and when I looked up again it was Joe’s turn. Maya gave him a way-too-friendly smile, which he returned with his standard, ‘yep, I’m handsome,’ grin. His kids stood behind him. The boy clearly thought he was too old for all this nonsense, and his sister was trapped in between the excitement of seeing Santa and her brother’s ennui.
“Come on, guys,” Joe said, tugging the boy forward with an arm around the shoulders. I paid strict attention to the kids. I did not want to look at his face or see the dimple in his chin.  He turned around to say something to Maya. I really didn’t want to look at his ass.
“Uncle Joe, this is so stupid,” the boy said. Uncle Joe. I almost jumped out of my chair. They must be his sister Kelly’s kids.
“Get over there, Saxton. We’re taking pictures for your mother’s Christmas present. Mabyn, you too.” Joe pushed his nephew in my direction. Saxton and Mabyn? Wow, Kelly must be seriously into her Irish heritage. Or something.
Saxton was dressed in a red and green striped soccer jersey and jeans, his longish brown hair slicked back behind his ears. Mabyn wore a green sweater and jeans, with her hair pulled back in a thick red braid. Joe had jeans on, too. I tried really hard not to notice how well they fit across his thighs.
“Uncle Joe, will you get us some ice cream after this?” Mabyn asked.
“If you smile pretty for the camera.”  Joe gave her a shadow of the grin that I remembered. She gave him a pretty decent grin in return, though her big front teeth overlapped and there was a gap where one eye tooth should have been. Braces must be coming soon.
“She wishes she could smile pretty,” Saxton sneered. Mabyn smacked him on the arm. “Ow, she hit me. She should get in trouble.”
I would have hit him harder.
With Joe standing so close, it was hard to remember that I was supposed to be Santa. I gave a half-assed “Ho-ho-ho,” which sounded strangled, even to me. He glanced over at me, and I accidently met his eyes. I looked away immediately, but not before I saw the flash. Not recognition, exactly, but interest. I could feel him watching me. “Ho-ho-ho.” It came out heartier this time. I was so not going to give myself away.
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Liv Rancourt Bio:
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire…or sometimes demon. I write funny. I don’t write angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog is the cutest thing evah(!), and we’re up to three ferrets.
I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog (, on Facebook (, or on Twitter ( Come find me. We’ll have fun!