Sunday, June 22, 2014

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

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

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

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

What was your journey as a writer?

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

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

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

Who has been your biggest supporter?

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

What advice can you give to aspiring writers?

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

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

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


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

Where can readers find your work? 

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

My print books are at Amazon, CreateSpace, and B&N. My ebooks are at most online stores. You can see a list of my titles on my website at and my Amazon author page at

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

Thank you for hosting me as your guest, Zrinka.

Friday, June 6, 2014

My Sexy Captain’s Chair ~ @MySexySaturday

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Saturday, May 31, 2014

My Sexy Saturday

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

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

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

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Monday, May 5, 2014

Writing Process Blog Tour

I've been tagged by Carmen Stefanescu to participate in this blog tour, thank you for involving me in this tour. Do visit her blog and see what else she's working on.

What am I working on?

I have a couple of projects on the go, but concentrating on finishing "Rose of Crimson". It's a prequel to my debut novel "Bonded by Crimson" and I'm only about three chapters from writing THE END. It's been in making for at least three years now and got put on the back burner while I worked on other works in progress. During this time I've published two full length novels (Treasured Chest- released by Black Opal Books & Love Remains - released by Crimson Romance) and a Christmas novella (Deck the Halls - released by Tirgearr Publishing).

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

"Rose of Crimson" is a resurrection of an old Croatian legend, a forbidden love ending in double tragedy. With both lovers dead, eventually their families ceased to exist. The story is often referred to as Croatian Romeo and Juliet. 
I believe the way I'm presenting flashbacks into the hero's 300 year old past differs from other works of similar genre where authors often shift timeline by switching from chapter to chapter, going from present to past. In my story I wanted to do this differently, the hero can project these images to the heroine through their special bond and she is able to see it and relive the emotions through his eyes. 

3) Why do I write what I do?

I love romance and this story always fascinated me. I often found myself wondering what would their life be like have they been free to love each other. It's a real mystery to me how the rest of the plot played out in my head. It all just came to me one day and I had to write it down.

4) How does my writing process work?

I write from the seat of my pants, hence panster expression. Often I do outline the story, but never seem to refer back to the outline since the plot changes over the writing process and I can't tell what will the characters come up with next.

Next week another two talented authors are hosting the blog. Jj Keller is one. So do visit to find out more about her.

Here's her bio

Jj inherited her name and creativity from her grandmother. A love of reading and adventure took her to many wondrous places. Studying literature provided a solid foundation in which to express her ideas and storytelling became a part of her world. She wants to share with you all of the magic, so please enjoy pieces of her life through her tales.
You can discover more about the author at her website
And Nancy Weeks is the other. 
Purveyor of the written word, Nancy Loyan Schuemann has been writing ever since she began composing picture books for fellow students in elementary school.

Nancy is a Cleveland, Ohio native who shares her knowledge of the city as author of "Cleveland, Ohio: A Photographic Portrait" and "On the Threshold of a New Century: The City of South Euclid, 1967-1999." Her love, however, is writing women's fiction. Her first novel, "Paradise Found," a multicultural romance set in the exotic Seychelles Islands was published in 2011. She has since published five romance novels with Crimson Romance
When she's not writing, Nancy teaches and performs, Middle Eastern dance as "Nailah." She shares her life with her husband and her Pointer/Labs, Amber and Topaz..

 Her web site is


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Eggcerpt Exchange with Jude Libermann "Jixit"

Colin Jix is a loner. He’s had to be, due to a unique ability that is also a curse. So he lives in a remote mountain town where he limits his contact with other people. He’s settled into his solitary life and resigned himself to be alone. That is until Dot Tate shows up with a broken down car and needs his help. Neither can fight their immediate attraction, even though he tries to remain distant. But then as he uncovers a tragic secret and must step outside his comfort zone to make things right, he discovers his curse is actually a gift.
And here is the eggcerpt of this mildly erotic paranormal romance:
A persistent knocking woke him early the next morning.  Disoriented and still tired from lack of sleep, he rolled off the couch and stumbled to the door.  Without thought he pulled it open with a yawn and then froze, suddenly remembering he never opened his door to strangers as well as making sure he was completely dressed first.  As the cool air from the hallway hit his naked chest, he realized he still wore the towel from his shower the night before.  Her scent on that unwelcome air hit him harder, and he covered his crotch with one hand and slammed the door shut with the other.
Dot was left standing in the hall, staring at the door, but that’s not what she saw.  The vision of Colin in only a towel would be forever imprinted on her retinas.  Her mouth fell open at those muscles, and the hair lightly sprinkled on his chest and abdomen, disappearing beneath the low riding towel.  His tattered uniform and all that grease had hidden much more than she could have hoped for, and she licked her lips.
“Oh my!” The breath rushed from her lungs, before she sucked it back in and knocked on the door again.
“Yeah, hold your damn horses!” His muffled shout replied from a distance.
Her instincts told her to get the hell out of there. She’d already embarrassed him, and she didn’t want to make it worse, but she knew she couldn’t leave without at least apologizing for taking him so unaware. She thought mechanics always got up early. Glancing at her watch, she winced, having read the time wrong.  It probably was too early to show up at a man’s home, especially one she barely knew.
Dot took a few steps away from the door and waited.  His agitation came through the wood in muffled curses, and she clenched her fingers together behind her back.  When the door finally opened again, black covered Colin from head to toe.  The only bit of skin visible was the part of his face the knitted cap and matching scarf didn’t cover.  She frowned, wanting to see his hair without all that grease, and she missed that opportunity earlier when she couldn’t tear her eyes from his muscular chest and arms.
His whole body blocked the doorway as he glared at her.  “How did you know where I live?”
She gave him what she hoped was her most charming smile.  “So I guess you’re not going to invite me in?”
His objection to that suggestion shone clearly in his disgruntled features.  “I was actually on my way out.”  He closed and locked the door behind him and then marched past her to the stairs.  “I thought you understood that your car won’t be ready for at least a week.”
Dot stared at his ass, wishing his jeans were a bit tighter.  “Of course you made that clear.  I was having breakfast at the diner and mentioned how my phone switches off for no reason. The waitress mentioned you.  I actually think she has a crush on you.”
Colin stopped half way down the stairs and looked over his shoulder at her.  “You mean Rose?”
She nodded, unable to keep the humor from showing in her grin.
“Rose has a crush on every eligible man in the whole town.  I’ll have to talk to her about giving out my address to strangers though.”
Dot raced down the stairs and stopped in front of him.  “I’m not a stranger.”
He stared down at her, his expression unreadable, and she tried not to fidget under his intense scrutiny.  He held out his gloved hand to her, and she stared at it, unsure what to do.  Did he want to hold her hand?  A warm rush flowed through her body at the thought, even though she wouldn’t be holding his bare hand.
“Your phone?”
“Oh, of course.” She couldn’t stop the nervous giggle that escaped as she scrambled through her purse in search of her cell phone.  Once found, she placed it in his gloved palm.
Colin stared at it for a moment, and she saw uncertainty cross his face.  Finally, he pulled off one glove and cradled the phone in his fingers.  She could only stare in awe as his expression changed, as if he no longer saw the phone but something bigger, and his eyes scanned the empty air above his palm.
He blinked a few times and then refocused on her.  “I’ll walk you back to the diner.  I should have your phone fixed by then.”
Without another word, he passed her on the stairs, and she had no other choice but to follow him.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Dark Velvet by Lisa Carlisle – Egg-cerpt Exchange

I’m here to share an excerpt of my recent release, Dark Velvet.  This is the start of a new series of new adult erotic romances set on a remote New England island. Paranormal aspects, a medieval-styled castle, and a hot as hell hero.

Dark Velvet

Lisa Carlisle

Chateau Seductions series

darkvelvetGrad student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted as a resident to a prestigious art colony. Where else would she be able to focus on her craft of writing poetry in a setting like that of the medieval-styled castle? The remote New England island is a respite from her hectic city life. When she meets her benefactor, a mysterious French sculptor, her expectations for carefree days writing near the ocean are distracted by unprofessional fantasies about her sponsor.
Antoine Chevalier built Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island to bring purpose back to an existence that has lost meaning. He’s wandered the earth for decades and finds solace in returning to art. When Savannah applies for a residency, something about her words touches him. After her arrival, a physical attraction grows between them, which he struggles against. She deserves more than someone of his kind.
Antoine proposes they become lovers during her stay. But the situation turns complicated when Savannah discovers his secret. She had suspicions about his identity, but finds the truth overwhelming. Consumed by her desire for Antoine and faced with a tough decision, she is blind to the danger that has arrived at DeRoche Island.
New adult / paranormal / erotic romance
Savannah’s fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back and then the definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She pictured Antoine bent over the sculpture, brows furrowed in concentration, losing sense of time as he polished each portion to perfection.
“Do you like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard chest, and he caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the castle spoke in that smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”
“No, don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear.
He took her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm. Her bottom lip quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the marble piece. She thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t witness her nervous reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors. This was not the way for a young protégée to behave in front of her benefactor. He owned the castle, created the art colony here where she was attending on a poetry scholarship—she shouldn’t go gaga simply from his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.
“It pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down the figure’s chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked watching you admire it.”
His voice alone sent flames rippling through her. Every nerve in her being lit with awareness in reaction to him. In the months since they’d met, they’d never been alone in such proximity. Weeks of heated looks from afar had inflamed her desire so the slightest touch became intimate, strengthening her need for more.
Sounds of approaching voices indicated this evening’s performance in the chateau would soon begin. Several of the musicians in the art colony had collaborated on orchestral pieces they wanted to play in front of an audience for the first time. As fellow artists in residence, they sought the support of fellow residents.
Antoine kissed her hand like a suitor in a bygone era. “I hope you enjoy the concert, Savannah.”
Her lips parted, opening and closing like a fish while she thought of what to say. When she mustered up the courage to turn and face him, he had already left the room, filling her with both relief and disappointment. Unaware she’d been holding her breath, she exhaled deeply.

Several times over the course of the evening, Savannah caught Antoine’s dark eyes watching her. Her emotions roiled in confusion while the performers played Barber’s Adagio for Strings.The way he held her gaze without blinking made her squirm in the burgundy armchair. The rising tension and resolution from the violin and cello underscored her tumultuous emotions.
She smiled at him briefly and focused on the musicians, aware of how her heartbeat had escalated. When she glanced again at Antoine, he still watched her unabashed, as if unconcerned about what the others would think. He took a sip of Porto, nodded her way, and then returned his attention to the musicians. She sat up straighter and crossed her legs at the ankles, then uncrossed them, and crossed them again.
The attraction was becoming more difficult to ignore. In light of how he breached the physical distance by touching her so earlier, she feared she’d be unable to keep her desires hidden much longer. She’d developed an instant crush since she arrived at the castle three months before. How could she not be—he was a renowned sculptor with a devastating, dark appeal. What was she to him than just another young resident who would be gone in three months, replaced by another.
Was she reading more into the brief exchange than was warranted?
It’s just a look. Only a casual glance my way. Even as she attempted to fool herself, she knew she was full of shit.
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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Happy Birthday Baby! Troy Richards' Novella Featured in the Eggcerpt Exchange

What better way to spend your fiftieth birthday than with the hot male stripper you’ve been coveting for months! Proving you can have fun at any age, Happy Birthday Baby! from author Tory Richards is a celebration of life you won’t soon forget.

Available for pre-order!

Excerpt - “Lana, wait.” I heard Joe’s voice and picked up my step, which was hard to do on gravel while wearing heels. He caught up with me in no time, gently taking hold of my arm and drawing me to a halt. “Are you okay?”

I knew we were looking at each other, but it was too dark to see his expression. “Yes. I just need some light to call a cab.”

“You’ve changed your mind about coming home with me?”

“I’m sure you can find a replacement,” I said, thinking about the waitress inside.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily. “What did that jerk tell you?”

“Enough to know you won’t be lonely. I only hope my friends didn’t pay you too much to sleep with me.” The hand on my arm tightened, revealing either I’d hit a nerve, or he was growing angrier. “I’m okay with it, Joe, really. I should have known a man like you would have to be paid for a little, ah, extra special attention.”

“A man like me?” His tone was low and gravelly, and I didn’t need any light to know he was clenching his teeth. “Well, let’s go then. I want to make sure I give you their money’s worth.”

Surprisingly, I wasn’t frightened of Joe. He brought out other emotions in me. So when he began pulling me behind him I didn’t protest. He was just too damned sexy, and arousal still hummed through my body. I knew that with his talents he’d have me eating out of his hand in seconds. He was a tall man, his steps much wider than mine, and it was inevitable that I’d stumble. When I did, he caught me, and pulled me up into his arms without breaking stride.

“This isn’t necessary.” A thrill shot through me in spite of my mild protest. I couldn’t recall the last time a man carried me.

He just grunted. When we reached his car, he dropped me to my feet at the passenger’s side door. I barely had time to notice it was a Corvette before he crushed me against the door and kissed me roughly. Caught totally by surprise, at first, I stiffened, but within seconds, I melted against him like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Oh my God, the man knew how to kiss! When he reined in his aggressive attack, his mouth turned soft and coaxing, dragging me into a realm of endless erotic possibilities.

Available Liquid Silver Books

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