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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Friday, January 29, 2016

A Sexy Vampire ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS126

Welcome to the 126th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: A Sexy Vampire

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 Vampire…and we’re hoping you have some of the sexiest ones alive…

Matthias Zrin in my debut novel "Bonded by Crimson" is not a full vampire, his angel saved him from turning after his step sister bit him. His fangs never formed, but he craved blood all the same. Over the centuries, he learned to control the beast inside him, however, he never knew what would spur the monster. 

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 harboured 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?

“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 door-frame. “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 kitchen? 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. 

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Friday, January 15, 2016

One Sexy Girl ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS124

Welcome to the 124th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: One Sexy Girl

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.

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 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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Friday, January 8, 2016

Our Sexy New Year ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS123

Welcome to the 123rd week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Our Sexy New Year

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This week’s theme is Our Sexy New Year. What did you do for New Year’s this year? Was it sleeping off that major party you went to? Or how about waking up in someone’s bed?

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Burn on the Western Slope Excerpt:
 “The snow’s great, the skiing is great. When are you going out to ski?” Garret asked.
Reagan fumbled with the button on her sweater. When Chayton set her drink on the bar, she tightened her hands around the glass to curb her jitters.
“I hate to admit it, but I don’t ski.”
“You don’t ski?”
“I mean, I never have.”
“You have to be tempted, right?”
“Uh, not really.”
            This was where he’d leave. He would think she was crazy, boring, uninteresting, and he’d find someone more fitting to talk to. Only, he didn’t. He smiled, his eyes twinkling with interest. At least, she thought it was interest. It could have been pity, or mockery, or…
No. She cupped a hand over her cheek, as if that would soothe her insecurities. The cold condensation from the glass she’d held sent a chill between her shoulder blades.
“How long are you staying?”
“A month, at least.”
“Do you want to learn to ski? Because I’m a pretty good teacher. And Tanyon is a great place to learn. It’s busy, but not as busy as some of the bigger resort towns.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Yes. You have to try it at least once. You’ll love it. Chayton can hook you up with gear.”
“Well, I’ve always had a secret desire to plunge down a twelve-thousand-foot drop.”
Garret’s eyes sparkled, like sunbeams skipping across the ocean and landing under her skin. But even sunbeams on a clear summer afternoon wouldn’t affect her like this.
“It’s not so bad,” he said. “We’ll start on the bunny slopes. Then, if you fall it’ll only be half that.”
“I’ve seen the size of these mountains and there’s not a bunny slope in three-hundred miles.”
“Sure there is.”
Reagan clamped her mouth over the straw and slurped the cocktail. It tasted divine, the sugary, minty flavor inciting sweet thoughts of Garret’s lips.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Reagan said, running her tongue over her lips as she rested her glass on the counter. “Skiing, that is,” she quickly added. He would never know she’d been thinking of kissing him, but she had to force herself to look away from his mouth. Nudging Naomi, she stood. “It’s time for me to go. I need to settle in. I haven’t even unpacked yet.” And she had no intention of doing so now, but it was a good excuse to leave. She wiped her hands on her jeans before extending her hand to his, praying hers weren’t clammy. “It was great to meet you.”
Garret grasped her proffered hand and nested his other on top, engulfing her hand. She burned. Everywhere. “Meet me on the slopes tomorrow?”
Reagan bit her lip and glanced at the floor. “Tomorrow? I don’t know. I might need a little more time to get used to this place.”
“We’ll start with sledding. You can’t not like sledding.”
She didn’t know, seeing as how she’d never done it, but cozying up to him at a hundred miles an hour would probably be amazing.
“I’m safe,” Garret said as he dropped his hand.
“You’re what?” she asked, meeting his eyes. Maybe he was a good guy in most people’s standards, but he made her heart beat too fast to be anything but dangerous.
“I’m harmless. Several people in town will vouch for me.”

“But I don’t know them either.” 


Reagan McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a stash of stolen jewels. With both her graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a new life couldn’t have come at a better time. When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life.
Grief stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the death of his partner, Special Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain retreat. That is, until his boss assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next door. He is assigned to investigate Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his investigation becomes compromised when his attraction to her heats up. Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?
Fatal Snag by Angela Smith

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Hollywood fashion consultant Naomi Fisher is happy to use her obsessive-compulsive planning to assist with her cousin's wedding, but her history with the sexy and sullen Chayton Chambers, the groom’s brother, terrifies her. When the groom is kidnapped at his own wedding, Chayton and Naomi rush to find an important relic to satisfy the ransom before her cousin becomes a widow before a bride. Naomi trades garters for guns as survival, and love becomes a deadly game impossible to resist.

About the Author:

Angela Smith is a Texas native and was dubbed most likely to write a novel during her senior year in high school since she always had her nose stuck in a book. Although high school was decades ago, the dream began when her mom read 'Brer Rabbit' to her and her sister so often they could recite it back to each other before ever learning to read. Research is one of her favorite parts of piecing together a story, and she loves creating new characters. Angela started with writing romantic suspense and is branching into other genres, but she hasn't been able to write one yet where falling in love doesn't come into play. She works as a certified paralegal and office manager at her local District Attorney's office and spends her free time with her husband and the animals on her small farm. Although life in general keeps her very busy, her passion for writing and getting the stories out of her head tends to make her restless if she isn't following what some people call her destiny.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Italian Time Travel Series by Morgan O’Neill

Now on sale for only $0.99 until December 22nd. Just in time for holidays, 

The Other Side of Heaven
Book One of the Italian Time Travel Series
Morgan O’Neill

Publisher: Time’s Arrow Productions
Publication Date: October 8, 2014
Genre: Historical/Time Travel Fiction

About the Book:
Californian Gwendolyn Godwyn seeks to learn her family’s history and hopes to restore the bond that once existed between her Italian forebearers and those who live in America. While visiting her ancestral Italian town, Gwen is caught in a violent earthquake and inexplicably thrust through time. At first refusing to believe what has happened, she nevertheless uses her wits to survive, donning a monk’s cowl to hide her identity as a woman. Ripped apart from all she has ever known, Gwen finds herself in the midst of brutal territorial battles in an era she once blithely called “The Dark Ages.” When the golden Italian summer of 951 emerges from the strife and gloom, Gwen joins forces with a cadre of gallant men, allies in the struggle against the evil nobles, Willa of Tuscany and Count Berengar, kidnappers of Italy’s rightful queen, Adelaide. Along with Father Warinus and Lord Alberto Uzzo, Gwen seeks to rescue Adelaide and restore her kingdom. In the midst of this great adventure, Gwen falls in love with the complex and passionate Alberto, to whom she reveals her identity as a woman. But can Alberto learn to love her strong and independent nature and help Gwen in her quest to discover her rightful place in time?

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 Time Enough for Love
Book Two of the Italian Time Travel Series
Morgan O’Neill

Publisher: Time’s Arrow Productions
Publication Date: October 8, 2014
Genre: Historical/Time Travel Fiction

About the Book:
Through dark magic, Californian Gwendolyn Godwyn has been swept back in time to medieval Italy. There, she finds herself in the midst of a war between Italy’s rightful queen, Adelaide, and those who have kidnapped her and seek to usurp her crown. Risking her life, Gwen elects to play a pivotal role in the planned rescue. In the midst of the chaos, she is drawn to the queen’s champion, Lord Alberto Uzzo, who battles not only their military foes, but also his personal demons. Tested to the limit when he discovers Gwen’s true identity as a time traveler, Alberto nevertheless fights through his doubt and the whirl of superstition that surrounds this intriguing and strong-willed woman. Time is of the essence as the lovers seek to overcome the evil forces rallying against the queen they’ve vowed to save. Will Gwen and Alberto be able to overcome the groundswell of danger to find time enough for love?

About the Authors:
Short version-
Two authors writing as one, Cary Morgan Frates and Deborah O’Neill Cordes specialize in recreating pivotal moments in history, epic adventure, and romance—with a time travel twist.
Long version-
A chance meeting at a writers conference brought Cary Morgan Frates and Deborah ONeill Cordes together, two award-winning authors who connected because of a mutual love of time travel fiction. Collaboration ensued, the search for a pen name the first step in their working relationship. Their maiden names provided the solutionand Morgan ONeill was born. 

Cary and Deborah
s backgrounds are uniquely suited to writing stories steeped in atmosphere and history: Deborah has a Masters Degree in history and is a dedicated genealogist; Cary is a talented linguist in French and is currently a student of Latin. Theyve traveled to Europes ancient and medieval sites many times, with Cary living on the Continent for five years. 

The Morgan O
Neill time travel novels have received a number of literary awards, including two finalist wins in the Booksellers Best Awards, two semifinalist wins in the William Faulkner-William Wisdom Creative Writing Competition, first, second, and third place wins for the Mainstream Novel with Strong Romantic Elements category of the Golden Rose Contest, a top ten finalist award in the Pacific Northwest Writers Conference Zola Awards Literary Contest, and a top ten finalist win in the Orange Rose Contest. In 2014, the Oshawa Public Libraries of Ontario, Canada included Morgan ONeills entire Roman seriesLove, Eternally, After the Fall, and Return to Mein their list for Top 100 Romance Novels of All Time.
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Friday, December 11, 2015

Her Sexy Fantasy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS121

Welcome to the 121st week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Her Sexy Fantasy

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 things this week and hope to bring you lots of fun and even some prizes along the way.

This week’s theme is Her Sexy Fantasy. Ever fantasize about a romantic weekend? How about that special someone? Or spending the day just hanging out with that person? That’s what this theme is about this weekend.

From "Love Remains" 

Tom’s arm wrapped around Olivia’s waist and her breasts pressed against his rock hard chest, but cold shivers raked her spine all the same. His words rang in her mind. He’d make her burn for him. Though his whisper stirred butterflies in her stomach, she tensed and she couldn’t shake off the feeling he’d meant it as her punishment for coming on too strong. Could he be one of those guys who liked his woman submissive? If so, she would welcome the change in the bedroom. The guys she’d slept with in the past had proved to be all words, but when it came to action, they were spineless or had some weird fetish. Tom struck her as a man who would work her up and take care of her needs before he found satisfaction. Maybe she would finally get to live up her fantasies. Was it too much to ask for a man who would be bold enough to take her and have his way with her?   The mere thought set her skin tingling and coaxed a moan from her. She looped her arms around his neck. “What exactly do you have in mind?”  “Let me give you a small demonstration.” Cradling her head in his hand, his lips seized hers while his tongue ignited fireworks.   She rubbed her hips on his. He must’ve been joking when he’d uttered his threat. His hardness pushed against her. She arched as ecstasy tightened her abdomen. Tom’s embrace was balm on her lonely soul. Nibbling her lower lip, he eased the kiss. She moved her lips to his cheek, getting tickled by the stubble. “If this is punishment, bring it on.”   He pulled back, unhooked her arms and swiped his hand across his lips and cheek. “Good night, Olivia.” His husky whisper didn’t quite match his fierce expression.   She shook her head and huffed. How she wanted to bury her hands in his warm brown hair and explore his tantalizing body. Instead, she slid one finger down the sky blue material on his chest. “Come on, Tom. You wouldn’t leave me like this.”  Fire burned in his honey brown eyes, but his predatory look faded. He placed an arm around her shoulders and ushered her from the office.  “Those were your exact words on our first date. Seems we’ll both be reliving that night.” His voice strained as if he were fighting his desire.   Her hopes rose when he cupped her cheeks in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”   He closed the door, leaving her gaping in the dim hallway. The nightlight cast long shadows over the walls. Every nerve in her body clamored for his touch. Not counting the neighbor with a strange obsession with married women, this had to be the first time a man refused her. How dare he deny her what she craved? Her, a god’s gift to men. Yeah, she could seduce any straight guy and there were plenty of fish in the sea.  But she wanted him.   She banged on the door. “Damn you, Tom.”   Muffled male chuckles sounded through the thin wood. Lips pressed and fist in the air, Olivia was prepared to pound harder. When had she become so needy? Defeated, she lowered her hand and dragged her feet back to her room. Her fury dissipated with every step. There was a time for everything and if tonight wasn’t the night she’d spend in Tom’s arms, the day would come. If the “little demonstration” he’d given her was an indication of the kind of pleasure she would experience, she’d wait an eternity.

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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