Six Sentence Sunday

Today's Six Sentences comes form my newest release Tropical Cougar.

Will one night with an older woman change everything?

After finding the love of his life in bed with someone else, twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds wanted a fresh start and found it in Jamaica. Being a bartender at one of the island's exclusive resorts has its perks...not the least of them being a very sexy, older woman: Sylvia Radcliff. While she's determined to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday, Seth is equally determined to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met.

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She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She'd taken his breath away as she had approached the bar, wearing a short, tight black dress that was low-cut; her slender legs seemed to go for miles. Her skin was lightly bronzed by the sun, and her shoulder-length, curly chestnut hair swayed around her, and then he noticed her deep blue eyes. Seth never thought he would be so attracted to an older woman, but from the moment she'd sat down at his bar, he was undressing her with his eyes and imagining what it would be like to explore every inch of her body.

He smiled as he remembered her flirting with him mercilessly for two nights, driving him wild. He'd spent those nights alone in his room, jerking off as he fantasized about what it would be like to sink his cock into her warm, wet pussy.

Tropical Cougar is an Amazon Exclusive from Ruby Lioness Press

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Tropical Cougar Release Day Giveaway!

It's party time! 

Tropical Cougar is a short sexy story based in Jamaica with an older woman and younger man! 

Will one night with an older woman change everything?

After finding the love of his life in bed with someone else, twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds wanted a fresh start and found it in Jamaica. Being a bartender at one of the island's exclusive resorts has its perks...not the least of them being a very sexy, older woman: Sylvia Radcliff. While she's determined to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday, Seth is equally determined to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met.

Tropical Cougar is an Amazon Exclusive from Ruby Lioness Press

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Excerpt :

Seth woke to the smell of eggs and coffee. Sylvia had ordered them breakfast.

"Get up, sleepyhead, breakfast is here," she said, crawling up his naked body.

"I would rather have you for breakfast, but you have a robe on."

"I couldn't answer the door naked, could I?"

"No, I guess not," he whispered, reaching to tug on the belt of her robe.

"The food will get cold," she replied as she playfully pushed him away.

            Seth let out a laugh. "I don't care. I just need a taste. I'll make it quick; just trust me," he said as he hovered over her. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled when she nodded, giving him all the incentive he needed. He leaned down and kissed her lips before traveling down her body. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked hard before he pushed her legs apart, and his tongue found heaven "Mmmm, you taste so sweet." He moaned into her warm flesh.

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My Current WiP... Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams is a short steamy story that I'm currently working on.

Blurp:
Olivia Clayton is a twenty-seven year old who is married to her job.  During the day she slaves away at her desk while she counts down the hours until she can fall asleep once again and be joined in her dreams by her phantom lover Aaron. Every morning she wakes up completely sated from a night of passion that feels so real.


When Olivia's life is in danger will her two worlds collide in time for Aaron to save her?


This story was inspired by this song...

Here's a peek:

The way his mouth felt on her overheated body was pure heaven. Aaron swirled his tongue in her navel eliciting tiny moans of pleasure The anticipation of what he was going to do next drove her insane. He spread her legs and licked every inch of her throbbing pussy.

“You taste better every time.” He groaned before taking her clit into his mouth, sucking hard.

Olivia cried out when she felt two fingers enter her. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you now.”

Aaron pulled away and stood. He pushed down his boxer revealing his large cock. Olivia licked her lips at the sight in front of her. Before tonight was over she wanted her mouth wrapped around his impressive manhood, but right now she needed him buried deep inside her. 

‘Turn around, Olivia.” His deep demanding voice made her body quake with desire.

She was on her knees, propped up by her elbows, ass in the air in seconds. Aaron grabbed a condom and rolled it down his hard shaft.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered before slamming his cock deep into her cunt, pulling almost all the way out then back in again. She was teetering on the edge, just needing the slightest push. He fucked her harder and faster with each pass.

“More, I need more,” she cried out between breaths.

He pulled her up so her back was against his muscular chest never stopping their rhythm. He trailed kisses form her neck to her ear while he palmed her voluptuous tits.

“Come for me. Shout my name.” He growled into her ear before biting down on her lobe and pinching her nipple.

“Aaron,” Olivia cried as she fell into the abyss taking him with her.

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Olivia rolled over and turned off her alarm. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was indeed in her room. Alone. She sighed. It was just another dream.

My goal is 5,000 words and I have 3,200! I'm almost there! 

I'll keep you updated! Thanks for stopping by!

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Accidental Love by Lacey Wolfe Spotlight and Giveaway

Has Jane accidentally fallen for the decoy?


Sometimes there is only one thing to do when you get dumped—make the ex jealous with someone new. Which is exactly what Jane plans to do with Ben, an older, handsome man who has agreed to act as her new love interest.

When Ben meets Toby, Jane's unruly dog, he offers to help her train him. But as Ben helps Jane gain control of her dog, he realizes he's lost control of his feelings, and he's beginning to fall for the much younger woman.

Suddenly, Jane can't seem to remember what she ever saw in her ex. All she can focus on is the way Ben makes her feel each time he kisses her. But now the ex has decided he wants her back, and he's willing to play dirty to make it happen.

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Excerpt

Matt cleared his throat behind her. Jane's eyes widened in shock and she slowly slid her hands from Ben's neck, down his firm chest. She turned to face her ex-lover, and Ben's arm tightened around her waist, holding her close.

"Hi, I'm Ben." He extended his hand toward Matt.

Matt kept his arms crossed. He looked pissed, which was good, she hoped.

"Well, I'm off on my lunch break," she said.

"Don't be late, Jane. We have a staff meeting, so you'll need to be back to handle any gym members." Matt walked away, heavy footed.

Ben took her hand and led her outside to his car. As they reached the vehicle she expected him to drop the act, but instead he opened her door for her and then closed it once she was seated.

He climbed in and asked, "How long do you have?"

"An hour. Fast food is fine if you want to drop me off and then pick me up."

He chuckled. "I know a place where we can share a meal in under an hour."

"You don't have to eat with me."

"Jane, I want to."

The hour went much faster than Jane would have liked. Ben was a lot of fun and took his boyfriend duties seriously. He had opened her car door and held her hand. This was something she could easily get used to. She was going to tell him he didn't have to pretend when they were away from the gym but each time he touched her she was at peace. Was it wrong to have a crush on the decoy? Perhaps it was the George Clooney look he had going on. It was every girl's fantasy.

Ben parked in front of Hot Bods and quickly came around the side of the car and helped her out. Taking her hand in his again, he walked her back. She started to object and it was like he sensed it. Releasing her hand, he tugged her closer and wrapped his arm around her waist, cradling her to him.

They stopped in front of the door.

"I had a lovely lunch," he said.

"Thank you. Me too."

He stepped closer. She sensed what was coming next, and she was more than ready. He rubbed her cheek with the back of his fingers then tilted her face toward his. Leaning down, he gently brushed his lips across hers. She moaned and was almost embarrassed to be reacting this way. He kissed a small line to her neck and her mouth opened, still whimpering. She was lost in the sensation of his light kisses and forgot they were out in the open. She was so turned on that if they had been alone she would have let this man explore her entire body.

Ben released her face, and she was slightly disappointed it was over.

"Have a good day." He kissed her once more on the lips.

He'd kissed her speechless. She didn't say a word. Instead, she simply watched as the most amazing man she'd ever met headed across the parking lot toward his car.

He was good. Very good. Maybe that was why Francesca was always after older men. They really knew what they were doing.

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About the Author:

Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

You can find on line Lacey at the following places:  Her Site      Twitter    Facebook

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Interview with Ann Montclair, author of One Wet Summer and Giveaway!

Maura Fields loves her uncomplicated, independent, single life, but things quickly change when a summer vacation opens the door to an unexpected world of passion and desire. Wealthy Savannah hotelier Ben Driscoll had his playboy lifestyle upended when his ex-wife died, entrusting him to care for their daughter—a child he sequesters and vows to protect from future heartache and disappointment. Can the wall Ben has built around his heart withstand the assault from the intriguing, beguiling Maura, or will it crumble, leaving him vulnerable to the undeniable attraction and unbridled need to make her his own?

EXCERPT :

“I haven’t seen you at my pool before. New here?” he asked, stretching his legs out in front of him in an easy manner. As he splayed his fingers on his thighs, she immediately registered he wore no wedding band. Score! Maura felt her shoulders completely slacken as she leaned back in the lounge chair, matching his facile pose.

“Yes, I am new here. I checked in just an hour ago. I only have two weeks to work on my tan, so I decided to get started immediately. I hope you don’t mind me using your pool.” Maura smiled up into his inquisitive blue eyes. His grin made her heart somersault.

“That’s what it’s here for, though we rarely get visitors as beautiful as you. The pool tends to attract cell-phone using, high society types and their squawking, ill-behaved children. Single ladies like to populate the tennis courts during the morning and the hotel bar at night. If they’re at the pool, they form clusters, probably to protect each other from the sun. Most don’t like a healthy dose of real sun to mar their spray-on tans,” he chuckled.

Maura perused the pool’s occupants and had to agree with his assessment of the scene. “I love the summer sun and the more heat, the better…for swimmers,” she added, not wanting to infer anything overtly sexual though she was feeling his heat and she imagined he felt hers, too.

Let's get to know Ann Montclair:

Ann tell us a little about yourself.

I’m publishing my second contemporary romance novel One Wet Summer after a good stretch of wife, mom, and English professor.  Writing may be my second career, but it owns me heart and soul. I live in upstate New York where I spend scads of time outdoors on a trail or in the garden.  I keep books with me at all times, and the Kindle App on my iPhone gets heavy use.

  

Do you prefer 

Milk chocolate or Dark? Dark and if it’s dripped or chunked into ice cream, I’m in heaven.

Coffee or tea? Coffee, cream and sugar, please.

Vodka or tequila? Tequila, 100% Blue Agave Reposado or Anejo, but I don’t like Silver.

Romance or a Thriller? Romance, though romantic thriller is tops. Think Sandra Brown’s Chill Factor.

Mystery or Horror? Mystery. 

Did you always want to be an author? Yes, I wanted to write novels and live in a little cabin in the woods.  Check and check.

What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult? 

Stephen Crane, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Georgette Heyer, Johanna Lindsey.  Who doesn’t belong in that list?  I gravitated toward Crane because he offered me insight into my grandfather’s stint in WWII—a subject he refused to broach.  I admired Woodiwiss, Heyer, and Lindsey because they taught me about love and sex—topics no one in my highly Roman Catholic upbringing would dare discuss.

Did anyone in your life influence you or encouraged you to be a writer? 

No. No one wrote or encouraged me to do so, either, but my mom was an avid romance reader.  She’d keep all the best books on a shelf in her closet. “Don’t touch these.”  Guess what I touched every time she left the house?  I became a writer because I was an only child with over-protective parents.  If you can’t go out of the house, you write about going out of the house!

What is your writing atmosphere like? 

Peaceful, serene, private. Only my son and husband are ever home, and they leave me be when I’m crafting.  I sit in front of a huge picture window and gaze out at acres of forest.  I’ve got a wood stove beside me and the sound of birds from the feeders outside the window.  My dogs are typically lying on my feet.  It’s pretty ideal, I’d say.

What is your favorite aspect or writing? Your Least Favorite? 

My favorite is SOLD, and my least favorite is REJECTED.  I love every part of writing except selling. 

Current book you’re promoting is: ONE WET SUMMER 

How did you come up with the story line?

I imagined the characters, Maura Fields and Ben Driscoll first—what they looked like, thought, and felt. Then I imagined what their lives were like—where they lived, worked, what brought them to the place they are at the beginning of the story.  I started the novel with the cute meet, and they took the story from there.  

How do you choose your characters names?

I write a passel of names on a sheet of paper and start playing.  I ask myself, what sounds good?  Which names reflect their personalities? After I choose a few possibilities, I ask my son for his opinion.  He is a great sounding board even if he is only twelve years old!

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I was born in Los Angeles, California, where my parents and grown daughter now reside. I currently live in the Finger Lakes region of New York with my sexy hero, our handsome son, and a pile of lazy dogs and ferocious cats. I enjoy a plethora of hobbies including but not limited to attending concerts, hiking and cycling, cooking, and gardening. I love to dance, to dress up, and I'll go just about anywhere a good time can be had.

I've built a satisfying career as an English professor at a small, rural community college, and now I'm also writing and publishing romance. I've finished and sold a few contemporary titles, and I'm working on perfecting a Tudor historical, and penning a modern day romantic suspense.

I plan to spend the rest of my life reading and writing in my little cabin in the woods.

My biggest wish is that each of my readers will be inspired to believe in and find their own happily-ever-after.

LINKS

Web site: http://www.annmontclair.com

Blog: http://annmontclair.wordpress.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AnnMontclairFanPage

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/AnnMontclair

Buy link: http://www.musapublishing.com/

Now for the Giveaway! 

Ann will be awarding three $10 Musa Publishing GCs to randomly drawn commenters during the tour. So leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win! 

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Spotlight: Into The Web by Shonell Bacon

The minute twins and mystery novelists Jovan and Cheyenne Parham find their lives settling into a nice rhythm, all hell breaks loose – in their personal lives and in the latest crime they find themselves mixed up in. Jo is trying to build a relationship with Mark Brockman, but the deaths of her husband and Mark’s wife, and the sordid nature of their coming together keeps her from jumping into the relationship with both feet. 

Cheyenne is head over heels in love with former detective-now P.I. Ian Davenport, but unexpected news and Ian’s involvement in a new case causes Chey to second guess the deepness of their love. Trying to figure out their love lives becomes all the more complicated when Jo and Chey are thrust into a series of kidnappings and murders involving young girls who seem to make the wrong friends online. When a mayoral candidate’s daughter is kidnapped, Ian finds himself on the case, much to the chagrin of Chey considering he spends an awful lot of time holding and caring for the candidate’s wife. Bringing the girl home safely and finding the killer pushes the twins to the limits of their personal and professional lives. Going into a web of infidelity, lies, deception, and murder often leaves all involved in disarray. Will Jovan and Cheyenne find themselves, once again, trying to pick up the remaining fragments of their lives once this is all over?

About The Author

Shonell Bacon is an author, doctoral candidate, editor, educator–everywoman. She has published both creatively and academically–novels, short stories, essays, and textbooks.

She has had an essay of hers developed as part of a live theatre documentary production. In addition to her love of writing and what the future holds in her literary life, she is also an editor who loves helping writers hone their literary craft. Since 2001, she has edited for hundreds of writers who have gone on to pursue self-publishing careers and have been published within the traditional publishing arena. Her love for helping writers also moved her to begin writing articles and commentaries regarding the writing life and craft, and she publishes these articles on various websites. She is an educator, having taught English and mass communication courses in addition to fiction writing and other courses related to creative writing. And while taking part in all of those things, Shonell also finds the time to pursue her Ph.D. in Technical Communication and Rhetoric at Texas Tech University. Now a doctoral candidate, she is conducting research and writing her dissertation.

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Excerpt 

One

October 21

Take down.

Those words rang in Jovan Parham’s mind as she danced around the ring, staring into the eyes of Derryck, her kickboxing trainer.

“Come on, Jo,” Derryck said while holding up his padded hands. “Pay attention. Jab left, cross right, jab right.”

“I’m doing it,” she said, her voice nearing a whine.

“You look lazy.” Derryck’s left hand made its way to Jovan’s headgear. She just managed to move, but heard the sound of his fist whizzing by her face. “I haven’t tagged your face in nearly four months.”

Jovan smiled and took two jabs to the side of Derryck’s face; the second one connected.

“And you didn’t get me this time either,” she replied.

The two continued to spar, sharing words and punches and kicks, but Jovan’s mind was still stuck on two words: take down.

She woke up in the middle of the night after a horrific nightmare, one she had almost every month since she moved into her new condo a year ago. The nightmare was always the same: she watching as a host of characters took part in killing her. She lay, shackled to a metal table, dressed in a white loose gown that had been ripped to shreds. Every few minutes, someone would come into the dimly lit room and cut her with a sharp, curved blade. No words were ever exchanged. She screamed with each flick of the blade, begged for her life, but it was all for naught. Cordell came in and took a chunk of her. As did his mother. As did his brother. Alisha took her share as well, as did Sarah, which broke Jovan’s heart more than Cordell wanting to kill her. She had thought Sarah was her best friend. Finding out she had slept with Cordell and carried his child tore at her heart. To know that even in her nightmares Sarah wanted to hurt her more nearly broke her.

The last person to come in was always Linda Hayes. And unlike the others, who were more like automatons, coming to do their robotic bidding, Linda had a sparkle in her eyes, a curl of her lip, an extra dig of her cut when she took her swipe of Jovan. She had hoped that her time at the altar during service that morning, where she begged God, begged him to remove the nightmares, might give her a night of respite, but it wasn’t to be. If she actually took time to think about it, she’d realize that her continuous thinking about the nightmares would only create more of them.

When she woke up last night from the nightmare, Jovan rushed to her office—a place that held warm, soft thoughts for her as it was the place where words took to life. She reached for the small blue bible she kept on the desk and rifled through the pages before landing her finger on Luke 10:19, I have given you authority …to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.

The words brought her peace, but she had an even better way of using her authority to overcome her enemies. She took out a pad and pen, and spent a good hour creating a list of people she needed to take down.

Linda Hayes was at the top of that list. For going on two years, the Trés Chic head reporter-now executive producer had been relentless in her pursuit to find something bad to report about Jovan. Even after everyone else had put the murder of Jovan’s husband and the fallout of it behind them, Linda was determined to continue to bring up Jovan’s painful story: Cordell’s murder. Cordell’s affair with Alisha. Cordell’s affair with Sarah. The baby Sarah carried. The complex scheming and plotting that revealed Cordell’s drugged-out brother was supposed to kill Jovan but instead killed Cordell. Jovan’s reaching out to Mark, Sarah’s husband, in a time of need and the subsequent relationship that continued long after Cordell was buried. The justice (though not peace) that was brought to Jovan and her family.

In all parts of the world, Jovan’s soap opera of a life had come and gone as new, crazier stories unfolded. But in Baltimore, where she and her twin Cheyenne were deemed stars for their bestselling-authors status and their charities, Jovan’s story continued to live—mostly thanks to Linda Hayes.

And somehow, she had managed to overcome her anger at Linda and this ferocious, tenacious need Linda had to break her down.

But then yesterday arrived, and Jovan became undone.

She had tried to go about her day. She went to a speaking engagement for her solo inspirational non-fiction, Picking up the Pieces, a book that detailed the story of her life with Cordell and the aftermath. She met with Cheyenne to work on the outline of their next mystery, Vanishing Keys. She even got ready to meet Mark for a dinner date down at the Inner Harbor. Not once did anyone in her inner circle mention the significance of the day: the second anniversary of Cordell’s death. They knew it wasn’t needed. They knew Jovan would have stayed up the entire night prior, still crying over the loss, still angry over the betrayal, still unsteady on what to do with her life. She was still fragile from the coming and going of Cordell’s birthday nearly three weeks ago. She had spent that day in quiet reflection, wondering why, yet again, she couldn’t find out about Cordell’s lies before anyone had to die. She still felt like an idiot over believing Sarah was her friend. She had spent hours talking to Sarah, telling her about the decline in her marriage—never realizing that her supposed friend was sleeping with her husband.

Any normal person, knowing what she’d been through, would have given Jovan this day to grieve, to feel, to think in her own personal space.

But not Linda Hayes.

Jovan had expected to hear from her. After all, she saw commercials regarding Linda’s anniversary special. Linda had her assistant call her earlier in the month, trying to get her to talk about Cordell on the day of his birthday. Jovan had told her to “Go read Picking up the Pieces if you’re so damn interested in learning what I’m willing to say about Cordell. Other than that, leave me the hell alone, Miss Hayes.”

It was only a matter of time that Linda would call her again, trying to get some comment to use for her latest special.

Linda’s assistant called. Six, seven, eight times. Every time, Jovan would hang up.

On the ninth time, as she slipped her feet into her black stilettos, Jovan finally relented.

She picked up the phone and yelled, “Let me speak to Linda.” She quickly raced into the office and picked up her digital recorder, turning it on and setting her phone on speakerphone. Linda came on to the phone, her voice warm and soft as she said, “I’m so sorry for your loss, Jovan.”

“If you’re so sorry, why are you harassing me? Obviously, I have nothing to say to you.”

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Spotlight: A Demon and His Witch by Eve Langlais

A Demon and His Witch 

Roasted at the stake as a witch, while her lover watches, Ysabel sells her soul to the devil in return for revenge. A fair trade until her ex-boyfriend escapes the bowels of Hell and she’s forced to team up with a demon to fetch the jerk back. 

Remy’s seen a lot of things during his tenure in Lucifer’s guard, but nothing can prepare him for the witch with the acerbic tongue--and voluptuous figure. Her mouth says ‘Screw you,' but her body screams ‘Take me.’ What’s a poor demon to do when his heart makes things even more complicated by goading him to make her his, forever? 

Before he can decide if his demonizing days are done, though, he needs to catch the bad guys, save the girl and then find a way to convince her to love him and not kill him. 

Excerpt

Lucifer lined up his shot and gave a few practice swings with his number nine thigh bone. The shrunken skull waited for him to putt. He pulled back and –

“I demand you castrate him!”

– his shot went wild, careening off the pillars and missing his interior putting green entirely. Sighing, he turned and faced Ysabel, who, as usual, appeared annoyed.

“What has he done this time?” he asked as she flopped into a chair.

“He kissed me.”

He’d always known Remy was braver than most. “The horror. The shame. And?”

“What do you mean, and? I didn’t want him to.”

“So tell him no.”

“I did. Kind of.” He stared at her. She sighed. “Fine, I kissed him back. But I didn’t want to. He made me do it.”

Lucifer blinked. Stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. Surely he misunderstood. “He made you do it? I’m sorry, did I suddenly enter an alternate universe? Since when does anyone make you do anything? I’ve been trying to get you to show up on time for five hundred years and you still insist on making your own hours.”

A smirk graced her face. “I do it to keep you on your toes. But, back to the kissing demon. I want to know how to stop him from using his magic or potion or whatever it was he used to make me like it.”

Now this was interesting. “You’re mad because you enjoyed it?”

“Loved it, actually,” Remy announced, striding in unannounced. It seemed his witch’s bad habits were rubbing off.

“Does no one knock anymore?” But they weren’t paying Lucifer any attention as they faced off.

“I did not like it.”

“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.”

“I was pushing yours out.”

“Then what were the moans of pleasure?”

“I did not moan.”

“Mmm. Mmm.” Remy closed his eyes and adopted a blissful expression with puckered lips.

It occurred to Lucifer as Ysabel raised her fingers that he might want to take cover.

“I am going to turn you into an imp,” she threatened.

“Touch me in a non-erotic way and I am telling you right now, I will consider it foreplay, and not only will I kiss you again, I will strip every piece of clothing from you, lick you from head to toe, and make you scream my name, not once, not twice, but three times as you come.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffed, her eyes flashing with ire – and more intriguing to Lucifer, interest.

Before they could cause any damage, to his office at any rate, Lucifer snapped his fingers and froze them. He didn’t really care what they did to each other, but he’d spent several months in the wild capturing the beast he’d turned into a desk.

“Children, children,” he said tucking his hands behind his back and adopting his father figure mode. It usually made his daughter, Muriel, laugh. “Must I remind you that I tasked you with a mission. One that I might add, Ysabel, you should be most eager to complete. What I do not need, is for you to FUCK IT UP!” He let his voice increase in treble until it boomed. “I’ve been more than tolerant, but enough is enough. You will cease bringing me your petty squabbles. You will do the job I assigned. And if you don’t want his tongue in your mouth, Ysabel, then bite it off. Although, really, if you enjoyed it so much, I don’t see what the problem is. Maybe he can help you remove the stick up your ass if you let him kiss the other end. Now, if we’re done here, and since I’m boss, and I say we are, leave and don’t come back until you’re done, because if you do, I’m duct taping the pair of you together and throwing you in a dark room until you learn to get along. Or fuck. I don’t really care which, but I prefer the latter so I can watch.”

A snap of his fingers, and the glaring pair, stalked off, silent for the moment, but he’d wager it would only last until they hit the hall.

And right on cue…

“I’ve never seen a stick up a butt before. Wanna bend over and show me?” Whack. “Ow, that was totally uncalled for.” 

 You can find Eve Langlais on line at these places:    Website / Facebook

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New Release: A Love Stolen by Ella Jade

A Love Stolen by Ella Jade

A Love Stolen is book one in the Steeple Town Series. This is a three book series that introduces the reader to a trio of best friends who all find love. Each book will focus on one of the women and the other two will play prominent roles throughout the story. The novellas can stand alone and can be read in any order the reader chooses.

A Love Stolen features estranged lovers Lila and Trevor.

Blurb

Lila Crofton flees the town of Steeple when she learns of her boyfriend Trevor Matheson's betrayal.  Trevor's one night stand proves to be too much for the young lovers. Lila won't stick around and watch the only man she's ever loved move on with another. She heads to the city and starts over.

Six years later, recently divorced Sheriff Trevor Matheson is picking up the pieces of his life. When his high school sweetheart Lila returns to Steeple to bury her father, Trevor sees it as a sign. He's getting over a failed marriage and she's grieving the loss of her dad. They need one another. The timing couldn't be more perfect.

Can the two overcome the ghosts of their past and rekindle a love lost. Is there a second chance in their future or is their stolen love gone forever?

Book One in the Steeple Town Series.

Excerpt

"Have you decided if you're going to stay in Steeple for a bit?" Jenson asked. "We don't want you to leave."

"I don't know." Lila sipped her soda. Her stomach had been unsettled since coming back. She wanted to believe it was the funeral, but she knew better.

"You shouldn't be alone," Cali said. "We can help you clean out the house."

When Lila moved her father in with her, she'd hoped he'd one day be able to return to Steeple, so they'd left most of his belongings in the family home.

"What are you going to do with the house?" Jenson asked.

"I haven't made any plans yet." Lila sighed. "I grew up in that house. All of my memories of my parents are in there." Lila's mom had passed away when Lila was ten, but she remembered everything about her.

"That's why you should stay and take your time." Cali placed a bottle of water in front of Jenson. "We'll be here for you."

Lila nodded. It wasn't as if she had anything to go back to the city for. She'd been laid off from her teaching job, because she hadn't earned tenure, and the new teachers were always the first to go. She'd kicked around the idea of going back to school to get her doctorate. Her father had left her more than enough money to live comfortably for quite some time.

"I don't know." Lila played with the straw in her drink. "There are so many memories here."

"Screw the sheriff." Cali was always so protective of Lila, especially when it came to Trevor. "Don't let Trevor run you out of this town again."

"He didn't run me out the first time," Lila said. "I wanted to go."

There was no way she could stay and watch him marry another and raise a child.

"Bullshit." Cali wiped down the bar. "You switched schools and never looked back. You never came back to us."

"What was I supposed to do?" Lila asked. "Stay and watch him marry her? Congratulate them when the baby came?"

"You could have fought harder for him, if you really wanted to. Not that I think the pig was ever worth you." Cali had never forgiven Trevor for getting Mary Grace pregnant.

"Cali," Jenson said, "none of that matters anymore. Lila is over it."

"Sure she is." Cali knew Lila well. As much as Lila tried to forget Trevor, she'd never gotten over the love she'd lost. First love really did die hard.

"Okay, guys," Lila said. "It's been a long week and I have a headache." She couldn't deal with any more today.

"I'm sorry." Cali grabbed her hand. "You know I love you. I don't want you to run back to Boston because you're afraid to face him. I miss you, and I want you to stay. This is your home."

"Me too," Jenson said. "Stay with us."

"I'll think about it, but right now I want to head home and take a hot bath." Lila picked her bag off the bar and slipped off the stool. "Thanks for being there for me this week. I couldn't have planned everything and made it through the funeral without either of you."

"We'll always be here for you." Jenson hugged her. "I'll call you later and see if you want me to bring you dinner."

"Thanks, but I'm going to crawl into bed and sleep all night. I'm beat. I'll stop by the book store tomorrow." Lila leaned across the bar and kissed Cali's cheek. "I'll be fine."

"I know what you're capable of." Cali smiled. "You'll bounce back. You always do."

"Talk to you tomorrow."

As Lila walked toward the door, she dug into her bag for her car keys. She wasn't watching where she was going as she stepped into the entryway of the restaurant. She slammed into a hard, muscular body, dropping the keys to the floor.

"I'm so sorry."

 She kneeled down to pick them up, feeling like an idiot for bumping into someone. When she stood up, she was met by a warm smile and those beautiful green eyes. He could still take her breath away.

"Hey, Lila."

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Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialog have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBooks industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing and scrapbooking. 

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Spotlight: An Affinity for Shadows Liz R. Newman

An Affinity for Shadows by Liz R. Newman

Award-winning broadcast journalist Kate Theodore has it all under control, until she rushes to the scene of one of the greatest tragedies in American history in pursuit of the perfect story. Having pressured her cameraman into accompanying her, she feels responsible for his untimely death. Her guilt opens the door to transformation in a desperate attempt to rediscover her soul.

Brushing aside a chance meeting with a handsome Italian stranger, Kate soon becomes captivated by his charms, but he is a man whose heart is shrouded in secrets. Can she open her heart to the possibility of true love, or will she be lost forever to her past mistakes?

From the glittering streets of Manhattan to the lush gardens of a villa on the outskirts of Rome, An Affinity for Shadows is a decadent tale of love and rediscovery that will leave you spellbound.

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Praise for An Affinity For Shadows

I enjoyed this well-written book and recommend it for a general audience. There are no offensive elements in it. I appreciated the insights the author gave into the lives of those directly affected by 9/11, and how many survivors of all kinds of disasters move "From Tragedy to Triumph," the title of a new show Kate pitches to her network - to feature strength and hope as a journalist, rather than presenting only the negative side of the news.

After reading this book I wanted to pack my bags - first to visit New York, an incredible city in any season, and then on to Italy, to find that very special villa and its handsome gardener, and to enjoy the splendid food described so vividly in "An Affinity for Shadows."

- Janet J for Readers Favorite

An Outstanding Great Read, this book should be at the top of your list...what a wonderful mind vacation!

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About the Author:

Liz R. Newman holds an MA in Clinical Psychology, and a BA in Mass Communications with a concentra-tion in Broadcast Journalism. Liz R. Newman worked as an intern at KTVU Broadcasting Station in Oakland, California.

Several articles by Liz R. Newman have been featured in magazines and journals such as San Francisco Socialite, Spirit Song, Highlights, Under A Harvest Moon, The Sacramento News and Review, Chic Mom Magazine, and Our USA Magazine.

Her second novel, The Last Day King, a Young Adult and Adult Mainstream Fantasy/Time Travel Romance and the first of The Mythic Royals Trilogy, has been contracted for publication by Gypsy Shadow Publishing, and will be available in 2012 in both paperback and ebook format in many fine bookstores and ebook stores. Upon release, booksellers may order the novel through Ingram and Baker & Taylor.

Liz R. Newman also contributes to several texts assisting children and adult survivors with domestic issues and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

An Affinity for Shadows holds the record for the most print books sold by Gypsy Shadow Publishing and was voted into the Top 10 for Best Print/Electronic Romance Novel in the Preditors and Editors Readers Poll.

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“Where to now?” she asked.

He sighed, words on the tip of his tongue he dare not say. “Coffee and cioccolata.”

“A good enough substitute.” She grinned. He placed his arm around her shoulders and they walked down the street to a sidewalk café. He walked up to the counter and brought back two delicious plates of chocolate and vanilla panna cotta with blackberries on top, their purple sweetness oozing over the dark brown and white dome.

“What time is it?” Kate asked.

“Two thirty in the morning.”

“You’re joking. I had no idea it was so late. My watch is still set to New York time.”

“After two weeks of being in Rome?”

“Almost two weeks. My executive producer refuses to take my calls until I return. At least I can imagine what they’re doing while I’m gone.” She spooned another mouthful of panna cotta into her mouth. “When I come back to work, I’ll have a good idea of what is already done and I can begin implementing what needs to be done.”

“A good plan.” Sal took a sip of his coffee.

Kate wrung her hands in her lap. She had become ridiculously infatuated with him, like a girl on a first date, desperate for a first kiss and not wanting to show it. “Sal . . .” she said, “when we were on the yacht . . . I wondered if . . . perhaps, you were interested in me. Not just as a friend, but something more? In New York, I’m limited to my description of . . . love. Never have I believed love could be any more or any less than what fit in my previous definition.

Everything else about my life has fit a plan. My finances, my career choices, even my diet. A rigid schedule. A regimen. Love to me was no different. Except in Italy; where the very word to me means love, because you are here.” She took his hand in hers. His skin felt smooth, softer than expected. She curled her fingers around the outside of his hand, bringing it to her cheek.

“Kate, you are beautiful in so many ways.” He brought his hand back to the side of his coffee cup, clenching it into a soft fist. “But I fear your heart belongs to someone else, or something else. I am a pastime, like your vacation. You will leave. You will forget. For me, it is not so easy.”

“Why?”

“It is difficult for me to explain. The memory of you may be all I have left, for a very long time.”

“Is it because of what Marcellus tried to tell me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you please tell me the full story? Please. I think I deserve to know.”

Sal shook his head sadly. “No.”

Kate’s eyes tilted down toward her coffee cup, the cream inside swirling around like her thoughts. Steam rose from the hot beverage. “In New York, I bared my soul to you. I know I’m not imagining the . . . way you look at me. What’s holding you back . . . I deserve to know. I’m not going to beg you. You owe me an explanation. After all I have shared with you, you owe me this much.”

Sal wrapped Kate’s shawl over her arms and picked up his jacket. “Shall we go? It is very late.”

They remained silent on the ride back to the villa. Kate’s eyelids weighed heavy with drowsiness. She stole glances at Sal. Stone-faced as one of the statues in the garden, his eyes remained fixated on the illuminated road. He walked her to the door of her room, and said good night.

“Tomorrow,” Kate said to his retreating back.

“Yes, Signorina?”

 “Take me to the most romantic place in the city of Rome.” she said.

He pondered her request. “After the work day, I will.” He strode toward her and looked into her eyes, gently kissing her on the forehead. “Good night, Signorina.”

She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. “I had a wonderful time. Please. Can this night end like a fairy tale?”

He held her gaze, drinking in the nearness of her. In the darkened hall, he took her in his arms and kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair, bringing him closer, melding his body to hers. He gently pulled away from her.

“No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.” She brought his hand to her hip, and remembered what she wore underneath. Granny panties. She pulled his hand back up to her waist, drawing her face back. “Perhaps we should say good night.”

“We must remember as well, this is quite improper, Signorina.” He squeezed her to him one last time before turning away.

“Call me Kate,” she smiled.

“At your insistence,” he replied. “Good night, Kate.”

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