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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

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“Officer!” Sunny said in a rushed tone to get his attention. She knew once he started writing it would be all over. “Please don’t give me a ticket.”

He hesitated. “And why not?” He cocked his head to the side, and waited.

“Well, I, um,” Once again Sunny wished he’d remove his glasses. “I promise to take care of the tag and light by this weekend.”

He shook his head slowly. “Not good enough.” He prepared to write a second time.

“Wait, I, surely there’s something I can do in exchange for you, ah, just giving me a verbal warning this time.” Sunny couldn’t see his eyes but he sure as hell could see hers. To make sure there were no doubts to what she meant she slowly ran her gaze down the front of him. She couldn’t believe she was acting so brazenly.

“Are you bribing me, ma’am?” Officer Steele removed his sunglasses, and fixed his stony black eyes on hers.

Sunny was mesmerized by the look on his chiseled face. It was all hard, and there was a muscle twitching in his jaw, yet there was something about him that said he wasn’t immune to her charms either. She feigned innocence. “I would never bribe an officer of the law.” Once more she let her gaze move down his body, this time stopping on the front of his pants.

A river of molten heat enveloped her when she realized he had an erection. Going by the size of the bulge behind his zipper he was thick and long. Liquid warmth slid into Sunny’s panties as she imagined Officer Steele ramming his cock into her cunt. What would it take to make him lose control?

Without warning she saw his gaze narrow on something on the seat next to her. “Is that pot?”

Sunny glanced at what he was looking at. She couldn’t help it, she laughed. “No, I don’t do drugs. That’s catnip.” She made a move to pick up the small plastic bag.

“Don’t move!”

Officer Steele’s harsh command caused her to freeze. “Step out of the car, please.”

“But–”

“I said step out of the car!”

He backed up as Sunny opened her door and got out. She was small compared to him, and had to glance up a long way to meet his sharp gaze. A breeze picked up her long hair, bringing it forward to rest against her breast. At the same time her blouse separated even more where she’d unbuttoned it. Officer Steele’s gaze moved over her, from her exposed cleavage, down to her cut off shorts, naked thighs, legs and back up again. Then without warning he grabbed Sunny, swung her around and slammed her up against the front of her truck.

She gasped loudly. “What are you doing?”

His tone was close to the back of her neck. Sunny could feel his warm breath stir the fine hairs there. “I’m going to frisk you.” He moved, and suddenly his mouth was against her ear. “And then I’m going to fuck you.”

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Leigh Archer





A peek at my mood board


Take a well-deserved break. Make a cup of tea, hot chocolate or a steaming coffee, pull up a chair and I’ll share with you my mood board for The Alpha Match and the other stories to follow in The Untamed Safari Series.


Books and films
Where better to begin but fiction? Traveller To The East by Thomas Mofolo definitely gets the travel juices flowing – an enchanting novel with all the intensity of poetry and myth. Or Paul Theroux’s Dark Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town, detailing his experiences and mishaps along the way.

The classic Circles in a Forest by Dalene Matthee, about the elephants and woodcutters in the forests of Knysna, South Africa is magical. And Out of Africa, of course – the book by Isak Dinesen (pen name of Karen Blixen) and the film starring Robert Redford and Meryl Streep. Another book along similar lines is I Dreamed of Africa – Kuki Gallman’s memoir of her childhood fascination with the continent and her relocation to Kenya where she managed a farm with her husband and son.

Then there’s the inspirational Born Free that gave birth to a film and a famous song. Jock of the Bushveld was the first grown-up book I ever read and still one of my all-time favourites. It’s the true story of Percy Fitzpatrick’s travels through the former region of the Transvaal with his Staffordshire Bull Terrier. For a unique voice that is both poignant and funny, the memoir about growing up in Rhodesia, Malawi and Zambia – Alexandra Fuller’s Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight.


Music

The beautiful sounds of Freshlyground and their haunting love songs like I’d Like.


Places


Madikwe Game Reserve in South Africa’s North West province close to the Botswana border features in The Alpha Match – this is one of the reserves in which Ben, Caro and their team of conservationists release a group of African wild dogs. The plunge pool at Madikwe Hill’s Main Lodge gives a taste of some of the exciting settings in the Untamed Safari Series.



Food

When offered refreshment in South Africa it generally goes something like this: ‘Would you like coffee or tea – ordinary or rooibos. The rich, red tea has been used for thousands of years, not only for pure enjoyment as a beverage, but for its cosmetic and medicinal properties.

Sweet, sticky koeksisters are a delicious inspiration when energy and creativity need a boost. It’s a South African traditional treat present at most social
gatherings and in delis all over the country. Here’s the recipe for you to try at home.

Ingredients:

500 ml (2 cups) Cake Flour
20 ml (4 tsp) Baking Powder
3 ml (½ tsp) Salt
25 ml (5 tsp) Butter
125 ml (½ cup) Sour Milk OR Buttermilk OR Water and Lemon Juice
Oil, for frying

Syrup –
1 kg White Sugar
500 ml (2 cups) Water
2 pieces of Ginger, bruised
2 ml Cream of Tartar
Pinch of Salt
Grated rind and juice of ½ a Lemon

Method:
Sift together the dry ingredients and rub in the butter using your fingertips, or cut it in with a pastry blender.
Mix with the liquid to a soft dough, which can easily be kneaded. Use more liquid if necessary.
Knead thoroughly until small bubbles form under the surface of the dough, cover with a damp cloth and allow to stand for 15 minutes.
Roll to a thickness of 5 mm and cut into 5 mm strips 7 cm long. Place the ends of three strips on top of the other, press together and plait. When plaited, press the ends together again.
Fry in hot, deep fat (170°C) until golden brown. Drain on absorbent paper for a moment and then immerse in ice cold syrup.
Remove, allow excess syrup to drip off, and leave to dry on a wire rack.


Syrup –
Put all the ingredients into a saucepan. Heat, while stirring, until the sugar has completely dissolved. Cover and boil for one minute.
Remove the lid and boil for a further 5 minutes. Do not stir.
Remove from the heat and allow to cool thoroughly in a refrigerator if possible.


Flowers

I’ve fallen in love with the moonflower. Now the title of book #2 in the Untamed Safari Series. Here is Sophie’s explanation of the Moonflower (available for pre-launch order - Moonflower):

‘I thought there was something special about those flowers,’ Sophie told him. ‘Didn’t you feel intoxicated whenever you breathed in their scent? He told me that those magnificent pure white flowers give off their intoxicating scent only at night. They are the embodiment of the romance of night’s darkness. A siren song of narcotic sweetness used by traditional healers and diviners to draw you deep into sacred dreams. He told me that weak infusions of their leaves are used as an aphrodisiac, but if the dosage is wrong, they’re deadly poisonous. You’re my moonflower, Reuben.’


Share your inspiration

I’m sure you have your own go-to items that energise and inspire you when your energy or spirits lag. I’d love to hear about them. Who knows – I might be able to add to my own mood board.


EXCERPT

Caro took her grape juice, tinkling with ice, to a cushioned wicker chair beside the wooden rail. She felt a deep peace as the bushveld settled down in the shade to wait out the afternoon heat. She closed her eyes and breathed in the still air.

‘You look right at home, Caroline Hannah.’

Was there a hint of irony in Ben’s voice as he pulled up a chair to sit beside her? He rested one ankle over the knee of his khaki-clad leg and balanced a glass dripping with condensation on his thigh.

Caro looked at the golden hair covering his powerful forearms with their muscle and twisting sinew. She used to run her hand lightly along his arm, making him shiver and reach for her. She looked away. ‘I’d forgotten how tranquil it is here.’

‘Hmm. The last Eden,’ he said.

Caro could see out of the corner of her eye that he was watching her. ‘You always were in love with all this, weren’t you?’ she motioned towards the veld, then turned her head against the cushion to look up at him.

He was still watching her, and as he held her gaze she could summon up none of the usual anger towards him. He was about to speak when they were interrupted.

‘Hi guys. You two getting to know each other?’

They both looked up as Sophie came to stand in front of them. She leaned her back against the railing, one leg crossed over the other.

‘Actually, Caro and I go way back. How old were we when we met?’

Ben was watching her closely.

You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? she thought sardonically. But she couldn’t snub him in front of Sophie. ‘About twenty, I think.’

‘We proposed this project together five years ago,’ Ben said.

‘I never knew that!’ Sophie sounded delighted.

‘All in the past now.’ Caro did not want to have to explain their relationship.

‘So come on guys, tell me all about it. How did you meet?’

‘At university,’ Ben said. ‘Took most of the same classes.’

‘Were there many women studying conservation then?’

‘It wasn’t that long ago,’ Ben countered.

‘There were only three women in our year,’ Caro explained. ‘Back then, it was even more of a male-dominated sector than it is now; really tough for women to break into.’

‘So what was the great Dr Duval like as a student? Any interesting anecdotes?’

Caro glanced at Ben. He was beginning to look uncomfortable. ‘Oh, I’m sure I can remember one. Let’s see. He once wore his swimming trunks for an entire summer holiday. Didn’t take them off for a month. They were blue with beach balls on them.’

‘They weren’t beach balls,’ Ben said, indignantly. ‘They were anemones. My aunt bought them in Malawi for me.’

‘The great Dr Duval had flowers on his bather,’ Sophie said, in a scandalised voice.

‘They were sea flowers. And you’ll remember, Caro, I did take them off.’

Caro’s face heated.

‘So the two of you were dating then?’ Sophie looked from one to the other as the silence stretched out.

‘Yes, we dated,’ Ben eventually said.

‘An alpha male and female. Sounds like the perfect match. I’m surprised you didn’t go on to have a litter of your own.’

Caro felt as if someone had plunged a knife through her heart. She mumbled an apology, got up quickly and walked across the wooden deck.



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English conservationist, Caro Hannah, and South African, Ben Duval, must work together to introduce endangered African wild dogs to a game reserve four years after their love affair ended. The challenges of their profession pale into insignificance beside the personal obstacles they must overcome to either bring closure to the events of four years before, or reignite a passion hot enough to burn up the African bush.

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AUTHOR BIO AND LINKS

Leigh writes romance novels set in her native South Africa. She has always had a love affair with Africa’s wild open spaces, the intensity of its people and sunsets. Her love of storytelling began as a child when she spent every spare moment playing barefoot in golden grass, watching wild creatures, learning to track spoor and dreaming up heroes and heroines dynamic enough to stand out in all the beauty and drama of the African landscape.

Always in search of adventure, Leigh’s journey as a writer has taken her from journalism through communications, to working as a novelist.

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Monday, June 29, 2015

Weekly Book Focus

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What starts out as a normal afternoon drive home for Sunny turns into a steamy altercation between her and a cop after she's pulled over for an expired tag, and burned-out taillight. She can't afford a ticket. What's a girl to do?

Saturday, June 27, 2015

FYI

I've recently joined the Coffee Time Romance and More crew to help out by doing author interviews, usually one a month. So far I've completed three and I just turned in my fourth questionnaire to the author to fill out. My interview page is really cool so I thought you might like to check it out. I have to say that I've enjoyed doing the interviews because it's given me the chance to meet authors I didn't know, as well as learn interesting things about them and their books.

My third interview won't be up until July, and it's with Desiree Holt!

Friday, June 26, 2015

Excerpt The Evans Brothers Trilogy

This is taken from Surrender to Desire, the second novella in the trilogy. 


“I’ve been thinking of these lips all night.” He ran his finger over her bottom lip in a gentle caress.

His admission caught Callie off guard. She felt his other hand burrow beneath the hair at the nape of her neck. Slowly his fingers curled until he had a handful of hair. She whimpered as he slowly lowered his face.

“And what they’d taste like early in the morning, against mine.”

Using her hair to his advantage he pulled Callie up toward him until their faces were mere inches apart. Her hands flattened against his chest for support. Their breaths mingled into one and then Blade was taking hers away, along with her willpower, in a kiss that sent spirals of ecstasy through her veins.

Callie moaned with a growing hunger, accepting his sensual attack on her lips. His firm mouth moved persuasively over hers, but tenderly, as though savoring their first kiss, before tracing the part in her lips that would gain him access to the inside of her mouth. When their tongues meshed his groan vibrated throughout the kitchen, and then he was crushing her against his hard body.

He seemed to lose control. Callie sensed what she was experiencing was the real man beneath Blade’s quiet exterior. She had the feeling he was more of a take action kind of man, and that was all right with her, because right now his action was causing an inferno inside of her. A kaleidoscope of primal emotions that threatened to consume her was exploding throughout her entire body. She’d never been so overwhelmed with desire.

She became aware of everything about him all at once. His hand was rough in her hair, as if he thought she would try to escape. His mouth and tongue was devouring hers, leaving no corner or secret unexplored. A muscular arm slide around Callie’s waist, and his hand began fondling her ass while forcing her pussy against his throbbing cock. She met every caress with a counter attack of her own, letting Blade see that she wanted him just as much.

Callie’s hands moved over his body, frustrated that his clothes were in the way, until finally she pulled his shirt free of his jeans so she could explore underneath. His groan told her he liked it when her hands were against his bare skin, her palms moving over his tight abs and up to his chest. She pinched his nipple, receiving a sweet reward when Blade’s hand released her hair and moved to caress her breast.

A moan of pleasure escaped Callie, and she found herself pushed up against the refrigerator. The coolness of the stainless steel against her backside prevented her from boiling over. Blade tore his mouth from hers and easily split the fragile shirt open down the front, and then from Callie’s body. She let out a small sound, surprised at his state of arousal. Not once in their relationship had Donald wanted her so badly that he tore her clothes off. She found the action exciting, and erotic.

He kissed his way down to her nipples, where he rolled them with his tongue. Oh God! I’ve never felt anything as good as this! Callie hoped he’d never stop. She arched her back, offering Blade her swelling flesh, silently encouraging him to do whatever he wanted to her. It didn’t seem to matter that they were in the kitchen. She prayed that the kitchen door leading to outside was locked.

Callie took hold of Blade’s shirt and pulled it open, hearing several buttons hit the floor. She then put her open mouth on him, moving over his heated flesh until she latched on to a taut nipple. All the while her hands discovered how hard and sculptured his torso was.

“Sweet Jesus!”

His body shuddered violently and Callie smiled around the nipple she was biting. Blade’s hips jerked as if out of control, pushing his hard-on against her throbbing pussy. She almost swooned when the thick seam on his jeans brushed against her pulsing clit. Now it was her turn to shiver violently. She didn’t realize she was so close to climaxing.

“Blade…” Her voice was throaty with emotion, and a little fear.

Did he even hear her? The kitchen was so filled with their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure that it was hard to tell. Callie felt desperation course through her body. She couldn’t help it. The rare times she’d climaxed had been in the dark with her own fingers, and recalling the wild movements of her body and her uncontrolled moans, she wasn’t sure she wanted Blade to witness her lack of control.

If he detected the unease in her tone he ignored it. Before Callie could say anything else she was being kissed again. She eagerly opened her mouth to his tongue. At the same time Blade slipped a finger deep inside her. She bucked her hips into the pleasant, unexpected feeling, sighing beneath his masterful mouth. He moved in and out slowly, spending extra time stimulating her clit. Every time his finger brushed over the swollen, sensitive nub, Callie trembled uncontrollably.

Instinctively, her body arched toward him, and her hips began moving of their own accord, as she strained closer to orgasm. When Blade’s finger picked up speed, so did she. Her sighs escalated and his mouth left hers to kiss and lick a taut nipple just as she exploded in sheer bliss. There was nothing for Callie to do but let go and ride out the pleasurable storm racing through her body, and she cried out, convulsing against him.

Panting uncontrollably, she clutched Blade’s shirt in order to keep from crumbling to the floor. She was astonished at the sense of fulfillment she felt. Her own driving need shocked Callie the most. She supposed it was due to a long history of blasé sex. Now she knew what she’d been missing.

A last shiver reminded Callie where she was and what she’d just let happen. “Damn,” she said against his chest.

Blade slipped his finger from her pussy. “Now we’re even.” There was a smile in his husky tone.

What does he mean by that? With a frown she pushed herself back far enough to meet his slightly amused eyes. There was no denying the flame of arousal in those dark orbs. Yet he didn’t seem in any hurry to do anything about it.

“I don’t understand.” Something clicked in her mind, but before she was able to say anything Blade spoke up.

“You’re sweet ass riding up and down my cock yesterday made me come. I’ve never done anything like that in all my thirty-nine years.”

Callie tried to swallow. “Come?”

His laughter was a full hearted sound that filled the kitchen. “Hell, no. I’ve done that plenty of times.”

She didn’t doubt it. Blade was too good looking not to have any woman he wanted. Callie bet he was a roaming stud in high school. She brushed aside the unpleasant thought and focused on the here and now.

“I’ve never met a woman who got me so damned horny so damned fast. When I glanced up from Calypso yesterday and saw that little triangle of red between your pretty legs, my libido didn’t know what hit it.”

Callie was speechless. She’d done that to him?

“Then you dropped down into my lap and I knew I was in trouble.”

Someone knocked on the kitchen door, and then Callie heard whoever it was turn the doorknob to come in. Her eyes widened with disbelief and fear that she was going to get caught in her birthday suit. She wasn’t expecting to see the humor grow in Blade’s eyes.

“Relax, the door is locked.” He picked up her ruined nightshirt. “Forget about breakfast. I’ll come back for lunch.” His appreciative gaze traveled from her bare feet all the way up to her eyes.

Suddenly embarrassed by her nudity, Callie took the garment from him. Thinking she’d been dismissed, she took a step to leave when Blade’s arm slid around her waist to stop her. She caught her breath.

“This isn’t done between us.”

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Erotic and Erotica Romance

Confused over what they mean? Some think they mean the same thing, but they don't. I write erotic romance. I always thought erotic romance was a story with a plot and a happily ever after, while erotica is basically just sex and doesn't have a HEA. I've also heard erotic described as soft porn. We all know what hard porn is but I looked it up just in case.

Pornography -  television programs, magazine, books, etc. that are regarded as emphasizing the sensuous or sensational aspects of a nonsexual subject and stimulating a compulsive interest in their audience.

I also decided to look up erotic and erotica, and post their meanings here, google is a wonderful resource. I checked two different sites and the definitions are the same. Looks like erotica and porn have something in common. For the record, I don't write either. All of my stories have a HEA or happily for now ending.

It would be nice if some book sites (where I add my books for sale and promo) knew the distinction because more than once I've had to check off the box to erotica because erotic romance wasn't an option.

Erotic - Dictionary -
subject to or marked by strong sexual desire
arousing or satisfying sexual desire: an erotic dance
of, relating to, or treating of sexual love; amatory: an erotic novel.

Erotica - Dictionary -
literature or art dealing with sexual love

Merriam Webster defines erotic as: of, devoted to, or tending to arouse sexual love or desire, strongly marked or affected by sexual desire. While erotica is:literary or artistic works having an erotic theme or quality, depictions of things erotic

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Weekly Book Focus

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Tarnished Honor by Sabrina York


Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York
One of six amazing novels in a landmark collection honoring the heroes of Waterloo and the ladies they love!

The Incomparables
This limited edition box set includes 6 scorching romances that commemorate the 200th anniversary of the June 18, 1815 Battle of Waterloo.

From the Duchess of Richmond’s ball in Brussels to the Battle of Waterloo and beyond, join these six unforgettable heroes as they journey back from the physical and emotional trials of war and discover the passion that thrills the body can also heal the heart. 

Coming June 18th from bestselling and award winning historical romance authors Cerise DeLand, Sabrina YorkSuzi Love, Lynne Connolly, Suzanna Mederios and Dominique Eastwick,

The Stories in the Set:

Interlude with a Baron by Cerise DeLand
Emma wants only an interlude with the man she’s adored for years. But Drayton Worth has spent five years riddled with guilt for hurting her—and he’s determined to have more than a few nights in her bed.


Tarnished Honor by Sabrina York
Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with war wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by grief and guilt and tormented by his tarnished honor. When he meets Fia Lennox, a beautiful and brave Highland lass in dire need of his protection, he sees in her his chance for redemption…or utter damnation. Because despite his valiant attempts to resist her, he cannot.

Love After Waterloo by Suzi Love
When Lady Melton and her son join Captain Belling and the last wounded soldiers evacuating from Waterloo to London, she expects clashes with army deserters but doesn’t anticipate how falling in love with the antagonistic captain will change her life.

Dreaming of Waterloo by Lynne Connolly
Paul “Lucky” Sherstone daren’t even let his wife too close because of his headaches and the living nightmares he can’t dispel. Hetty hardly knows the man who comes back from war, but one thing she does know—she still wants him.


The Captain’s Heart by Suzanna Mederios
A man who is determined to fulfill his duty at the expense of his own happiness, a woman who wants only one taste of true passion, and a case of mistaken identity. Can Captain Edward Hathaway and Grace Kent overcome the guilt that continues to haunt them both and find true love?

For Love or Revenge by Dominique Eastwick
Captain Roarke Wooldridge is about to find out that sometimes love does heal all wounds.But when his need for revenge collides with desires he never believed he would feel again, will he be able to put aside the scars of Waterloo to embrace his future?

Read more about Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York

Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down by grief and guilt that he could not save his friend, Graeme Lennox, and is convinced that a French lance left him less than a man. He has no prospects. Nothing left but his tarnished honor. But then he meets a vexing boy who makes him question even that.

Fia Lennox’s world turned on its end with her brother’s death. She’s gone in one fell swoop from lady to servant…to a woman on the run. The world is a dangerous place for a woman alone—even when she is masquerading as a boy—so when she meets up with a strong, valiant ex-cavalryman, she decides to become his traveling companion. Whether he likes it or not.

Battling villains, would-be-friends and their own finely-forged battlements, Fia and Daniel rush toward their destiny, a scorching passion and, hopefully, redemption. Can love conquer all? Even the ghosts of the past?

Read an excerpt of Tarnished Honor:

Glorious.
There was no other word for it. Simply glorious.
Daniel tipped his face up to the sky and grinned. The sun was shining and the breeze was mild. The sky was blue and tufted with fat white clouds. It was a lovely day to travel—it could have been raining, could have been cold. But since he’d set out from London, on this lengthy journey to Inverness, each day had been prettier than the last.
His mood had improved too. He was swamped with the conviction that he’d done the right thing, leaving his haven. As much as he appreciated his position at the club, he’d allowed himself to sink into it, into the rut of it. He’d allowed himself to wallow in his woes.
There was no wallowing on the road; there simply wasn’t time for it.
It was energizing to be traveling again, invigorating to be out in the world, breathing fresh air and going somewhere. He enjoyed the solitude, the quiet, the absence of need to make conversation.
That left him alone with his thoughts, his regrets, his guilt, but such specters had haunted him for so long, they were like old companions. He wouldn’t know who he was without them.
Aye. This was far more healing than any medicine—the power of his mount between his thighs, the kiss of warmth on his face, the movement. Surprisingly, his leg hardly pained him at all, except when he moved suddenly. In fact, it even felt better after several days of riding. He hadn’t fallen off his horse once.
Hunnam was in good form as well. No doubt he’d enjoyed the fresh air and the chance to prance once again. An hour’s exercise a day was one thing, but for a Scots Grey, the chance to run and run wild spoke to his soul.
It spoke to Daniel’s too, so he put his heels to his mount’s sides and gave him his head.
And it was glorious.
He hadn’t realized how closed up he’d allowed himself to become. How isolated. He hadn’t realized how much he’d allowed his injury—and his guilt—to shrink his horizons.
Well, his horizons weren’t limited now. They spread before him in a verdant green wash that stretched as far as the eye could see. He passed a loch and paused to admire the sparkling waters, to watch an osprey swoop down to snatch a hapless fish.
And damn, but it was a fine thing to be back in Scotland. Daniel hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed hearing the lilt of his own brogue, or tasting a well-made haggis. The Brits didn’t care for haggis, a fact he’d never quite understood. When created by someone who knew what they were doing, it was delicious. And Scottish innkeepers, apparently, knew what they were doing. Or their wives did.
There was no doubt about it, he’d probably gained a stone since crossing the border to his homeland. He’d never felt so vibrant and alive. And while he had enjoyed the occasional chat with a fellow countryman, he had never enjoyed his own company more. There was something about being alone with one’s thoughts that was very peaceful. It allowed a man to explore his soul at leisure without interruptions. It allowed a man to process all that had happened in his life. To put everything in the place it belonged. Though he still had several days of travel, at most a week, he was already lamenting the journey’s end.
After he passed the Kinclaven Crossroads, the landscape changed from fields and farms to orchards. The looming trees shaded the road in a lacy pattern; the scent of crisp apples filled the air, tempting Daniel to reach up and pluck one for a taste. 
He did not. That would be stealing and he was a man of honor.
He pulled back on Hunnam’s reins when he spotted a white mare standing in the road. She was difficult to miss. Her lines were exquisite, her saddle and tack were the finest…but she had no rider. His brow wrinkled as he rode closer. No one would ever abandon such a fine horse. It was—
“Blast.”
The imprecation came from the leafy tree next to which the mare stood.
Daniel glanced up; the boughs riffled. An apple fell to the ground.
The mare whinnied and walked over to it, lipping up the treat.
Another apple fell and the horse made short work of that one was well.
“Stop eating them all,” the tree said. “Save some for me.”
Daniel cleared his throat. It seemed prudent to make himself known. “Hullo?”
The leaves rustled and a face peered out. Enormous blue-green eyes stared at him. Something flickered through them. Something that could have been construed as…guilt.
Daniel frowned. “What are you doing up there?” he asked.
The eyes blinked. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He drummed his fingers on his saddle. “Are you stealing apples?”
The chagrined expression on that elfin face was nearly whimsical. “Is this your orchard?”
“Indeed it is not.”
An entrancing, mischievous smile blossomed and the thief tossed him a fat red apple. “Then catch.”
He did not. He did not catch. The apple bounced off his pate.
“Oh really,” an amused voice echoed from above. “Let’s try again.”
“Let’s not.”
Too late. Another apple flew in his direction. He missed it again. It fell to the ground and Hunnam gobbled it up.
“Sir, you are supposed to catch them.”
“I doona care to abet you in your thievery—” Another missile flew. By the grace of God, he caught this one. “Please stop throwing stolen apples at me.” It was large and red and shiny and looked delicious. Aside from that, it smelled quite tantalizing. As he felt he had earned it, he polished it on his lapel and took a bite. Flavor exploded in his mouth and juice dribbled down his chin. They were excellent apples.
The face disappeared, followed by more rustling. A satchel fell to the loam with a soft thud. Then a pair of feet appeared. Legs. Slim hips. Slender shoulders and then a mop of tousled black curls.
A boy dropped to the ground with an oof. He looked up at Daniel, his head tipped saucily to the side, and then he grinned. It was a rakish grin. “Not stealing,” he said. “Borrowing.”
This he said with such conviction, Daniel had to struggle not to laugh. This was no laughing matter. Thieves ended up in the gaol. “Ah. Borrowing. Surely you won’t mind explaining that to him.” Daniel nodded to the distance, where a farmer was running through the trees toward them, arms flailing.
The boy’s eyes widened. He picked up the satchel and hefted it over his shoulder. Then he bounded into the saddle and shot a glance back at Daniel. His grin was wicked as he urged his mount forward…leaving Daniel behind to explain to the farmer why his apples were missing.
And why apple juice dribbled from his chin.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Favorite Heroines Giveaway Hop

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Kickass heroines! Sixty participating authors talking about their tough, spunky heroines who aren't afraid to stand up for what they want, or fight for their men. Each author is also giving away a prize so start hopping!

I don't care for weak heroines. If they start out weak, doormats as I've heard them referred as, they'd better turn into strong characters before the end of the story. Of all the heroines I've written it's kind of hard to choose because they all have those kickass qualities. If they fall, they get up.

My most recent heroine, Rachel is tough and independent. I mean, how many women would offer themselves as collateral to an outlaw motorcycle club to protect her sister? You can't read about Rachel until August 31st when Dark Menace MC comes out. There's a brief unedited excerpt below, from Rachel's point of view.

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To set the scene, she's trussed up and hanging in the center of a soundproof interrogation room, being questioned by Stone and his brother Ripper after sneaking out of the club.


“Why are you so damn suspicious?” I was looking at Stone for the answer.

He shrugged. “I have to be, sweetheart. I trust no one but my brothers. If you had done things the right way we wouldn’t be having this little, ah, discussion. But your high tailing it out of here tells a different story.”

“That’s really sad, Stone.”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” he said in a hard tone. “If you went to your sister’s, I want to know why, and where is my truck?”

I closed my eyes. I was going to have to tell him about Wildman because nothing else would make sense, and besides, I couldn’t think right now. The headache I’d had earlier had never really gone away, and all I wanted to do was lie down in a dark room somewhere. I had to believe that Stone wouldn’t really let Ripper hurt me, because I’d convinced myself that something had clicked between us, but at the same time I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances. I knew how he felt about the club.

I would tell him the truth, all of it, and hope my confession didn’t get me killed anyway. My eyes bolted open at the feel of a cold blade against my skin. I looked straight into the eyes of a killer. If I’d thought earlier that Ripper wouldn’t meet my eyes was because he didn’t want to do this I must have been mistaken.

“You won’t like the reason,” I said, pinning my gaze on Stone. “I did go to my sister, to warn her that she needed to leave town and not come back until she heard from me. I gave her the truck because I knew her car would never make the long mountainous trip to our dad’s place in New York. Also,” I hesitated at this because I knew once I said it there was no taking it back, and I would have to explain everything. “I knew that no one would be looking for her in a truck.”

“Who would be looking for her?”

Shit, I felt my eyes tear up. I shook my head for a moment, as if to say I couldn’t go on. An insane thought crossed my mind that I could tell Stone her husband, and make up some story about them breaking up and him threatening her. But I’d only be digging a deeper grave for myself because once Stone found out there was no telling what he would do. How bad didn’t he like liars? That stupid thought almost made me laugh out loud.

“Go on, honey,” Ripper encouraged. I gasped when I felt his knife slice through my tee-shirt.

I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood. Not because he’d cut more of my shirt away, because I didn’t want to say the monster’s name. “What if I can’t tell you anything else?” I practically whispered. Ripper continued cutting my shirt off. I didn’t care. When he was finally at my back he gave a tug and then all I had on was my bra and jeans.

“Holy fuck!” he barked, and I closed my eyes as the tears ran down my cheeks. “Prez…”

I heard movement, light footfalls that told me Stone had moved away from the wall and was walking toward me. The shock in Ripper’s tone had apparently made him curious as to what caused his exclamation. I knew the ugliness Stone was about to see. Even after all these years the scars, though faded somewhat, revealed the torture I’d endured.

I heard Stone suck in his breath, and then, “Who the fuck did this to you?”

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Monday, June 15, 2015

Erotic Bigfoot Romance

Bigfoot has descendants! A woman on the run from killers stumbles right into the huge, hulking beast Cormac. Ruler of the Oh-Mah people, he takes Toni in an ancient mating ritual to keep her from being claimed by the other males. The further they move into the mountains, a decision has to be made. Can Toni leave her old life behind to make a new one with Cormac?

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Friday, June 12, 2015

What led to your writing career?

I've read over and over how a lot of authors’ love of books led to their writing careers. Other than school books and fairy tales I didn't read the first real book until I was sixteen. It was my first romance novel, and recommended by a friend. That hooked me on reading romance, but my desire to become a writer happened long before any of that.

I can still recall the short stories I wrote on notebook paper, some while in school, when I was ten. At thirteen I received a manual typewriter for Christmas, and I can't tell you how many ribbons I went through. Typing paper? I wrote so many stories that I began to type on both sides of the paper. I still have some of those stories today, on yellow paper and almost impossible to read.

The funny thing is back then all of my love stories had sad endings. I could speculate why, coming from a broken home and being bullied in school, but my writing was therapy for me for many years. I was able to lose myself in an environment that I controlled. Eventually I evolved, with a little help from real life and realizing that there were some happy endings out there. Now I'm a firm believe that you don't kill of the hero, and all my romances have happy endings.

Today I read for enjoyment and inspiration, and it does help my writing. I’d have to say that reading makes me a better writer. It might not have been a love of books that launched my dreams of becoming an author, but discovering them gave me the fuel I needed to keep writing.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Burning Hunger Excerpt

never before posted folks!

“Let’s get something straight right now, lady. I call the shots. I don’t care if an hour goes by, when I tell you to stay put, you stay put. Got that?”

“Tell that to my bladder!” Val grew angrier at every word Chaz said. She didn’t see what the fuss was all about. Nothing had happened. “Why did you give me your gun if you don’t think I can protect myself? And did you forget that I know self-defense?”

He made a sound as if he was tired of hearing her say that. “Okay, lady, I’m the bad guy. Show me your moves.” His tone was laced with irritation. Val could tell he was annoyed and out to prove a point, and probably at her expense.

He removed his hands from her shoulders. Fueled by her own growing anger, Val instantly reached for the gun tucked inside her jeans. She got so far as to actually pull it free when a lightning move from Chaz and a painful chop from his hand, caused the gun to drop to the ground.

“Ouch!”

“Never pull a gun on someone unless you plan to use it,” he said roughly.

“I thought you wanted to see my moves,” Val hissed, rubbing her wrist.

“You wouldn’t normally have a gun,” he barked.

Oh! Her wrist hurt where he’d struck it. “Maybe I need to get one!” She raised her hands to gouge his eyes. He easily caught her wrists, stopping her, but Val was ready for him. She threw herself at him and raised her knee at the same time. With a curse, he twisted his lower body so that she grazed his beefy thigh instead.

Chaz laughed. “Predictable. Who the hell taught you these defense moves?” He twisted her arms behind her body. “You need to get your money back.”

Exasperation was getting the better of Val. She squirmed against his hard-as-a-brick-wall chest, thinking back to the self-defense DVD she’d studied a couple years before. They had made it look so easy. A particular move came to mind and she stomped her foot down onto his. Chaz didn’t release her as the attacker had released his victim on the DVD.

Deep laughter rumbled inside his chest. “Sandals against boots don’t work very well,” he said.

“Okay, let me go, damn you! You’ve made your point!” Val felt her lower lip tremble with emotion. She tried to pull away from his strong hold.

“Look, honey,” his tone softened, as though he sensed her sudden vulnerability.

Val found herself back against the building with her arms held down at her sides. Chaz used his body to restrain her.

“The DVD you watched was outdated, and not very realistic,” he stated simply.

“How did you know it was a DVD?” His face was a dark mask in front of her.

“I saw it in your collection by the TV and guessed. You have some good moves; unfortunately they don’t work on every attacker. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m bigger than most.”

Oh, she’d noticed. Everything about Chaz was big. She was glad he couldn’t see the small smile covering her lips, because right now his cock was growing hard against her lower belly.

“My size alone would prevent you from doing any real damage.”

“I’m sure there’s something I can do that will bring you to your knees,” Val whispered.