Tuesday, August 04, 2015

WIP excerpt and my to do list #amwriting

Well, today my work to do list got a little longer. Not that I mind in this case. What are my plans for today, you might ask. Well,
  • write (of course)
  • revise
  • brainstorm for a new title (This one was added)
  • work on scene charts (something new I'm doing along with my plot worksheets. Since I decided to start this when I'm in the middle of a couple WIP, I'm playing catch up.)
  • Brainstorm for bounty hunter plot.

WIP Excerpt : Guardian's Embrace



He released her wrist, but let his hand slide down to her palm. His thumb ran over her knuckles. She drew in a slow breath. She thought about pulling away from him, but not for very long. For some reason, she wanted to touch him.

Her hand lifted and she rested it on his chest. Her fingers flexed. She could feel the muscles through the fabric. The urge to push the fabric aside and feel the warmth and hardness caused her to hesitate. What was this? She’d felt attraction before. Most of the Aberrant males were gorgeous, but this… This was more. She felt drawn to Saber and Keir on a deeper level.

His hand brushed across her forehead. “This frown. You’re confused?”

She swallowed and nodded. Her hand moved slowly over his chest. She couldn’t stop touching him.

“You feel it, too.” His fingers brushed across her cheek.

“I… There’s something.” She bit her lip.

“Hey, don’t abuse that lip.” He tugged the full curve free from her teeth. His thumb brushed back and forth over the soft flesh.

Tingles followed that path. Why did it feel so good? She should ask that, but her mind focused instead on the sensation. If a touch on the lips drew that response, what response would an intimate caress create?

 
She leaned closer, almost without realizing it. Every breath strengthened the arousal building inside her. She couldn’t smell anything specific. It wasn’t the cologne, but something was definitely happening. He’d said “too” earlier.


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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Guest Blog: Laird of Her Heart by Sabrina York

Today, I'd like to welcome Sabrina York to the blog! She's sharing a delicious excerpt of her latest book, Laird of her Heart!
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When Maggie Spencer is mysteriously transported to the Scotland of her ancestors, she is stunned to come face to face with him. Dominic Dundragon, the man she’s been half in love with her whole life. A man who’s been dead for 700 years. They both have enemies aplenty. Will she have a chance to win his love, or will this adventure end in disaster?    

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Maggie yelped as, without warning, the burly warrior named Declan whipped her up into his arms and tossed her over his shoulder. To her horror, she lost the hold on her locket.

“Wait,” she cried. She wriggled to get free, but his grip was too hard. When she pummeled his back with her fists as he strode from the circle of stones, he chuckled. The beast. But to be fair, he was so large, it would have felt like a kitten batting him. “Put me down.”

“I willna,” he said. “The Mackintosh will decide how you die.”

 All right. That shut her up. For a minute. “Die? Why do I need to die?” What the hell had she done to him?

The man following, an enormous blond with a scar tracking his cheek bent down to peer at her. “The Mackintosh’s doona tolerate spies.”

“I’m not a spy.” Seriously. She wriggled more and Declan smacked her ass.  

Smacked her ass.

She’d kill him when she got free. Just kill him.

“Yer wearing the Cameron colors,” the blond said. “And the Mackintosh’s doona—”

“Right. I know. The Mackintosh’s doona tolerate spies.” Her head was starting to spin from being upside down and jounced around with each step. Her temper was on a short leash. “But honestly, if I were a spy, would I wear the Cameron colors? It seems a little counterproductive in my opinion. I mean, if I’m spying and all. I might as wear a sign that says, oh, I dunno, honk if you love spies.”

His brow rumpled but he didn’t respond. At least, not to her. “She speaks strangely,” he complained to Declan.

 Her captor snorted a laugh. “She dresses strangely too.”

“Aye. She does at that. I’ve heard the Cameron lasses are a wild lot, but I had no idea—”

“I’m. Not. A. Cameron.” She reached out and smacked the blond, but only because he came close enough. He reared back and gaped at her—as though he’d never been smacked before—and then he quickly moved out of range.

It hardly mattered, because, apparently, they had reached their destination, a camp on the edge of the woods. The sounds of nickering horses and clanks of pots gave her her first clue—she was facing the other way, after all.

Her second clue was that Declan dropped her on the ground. She landed with an oof. She glared at him. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. “Go get my brother, Ewan,” he barked, and the blond trotted off to one of the larger tents.

When she stood and brushed off her jeans, Declan bristled and she shot him a sardonic glare. Did he think she was stupid enough to run away? For one thing, these enormous men had her surrounded. For another, she never ran. Not if she could help it.

 Instead, she made a quick survey of her surroundings. The camp was little more than a huddle of tents with the forest on one side and a sweeping plain on the other. A small herd of horses were hobbled to one side and a deer roasted over a pit fire. An entire deer. Before she could silence the thought—she often had that problem—she said, “You killed Bambi.”

 Declan’s brow rumpled. “I dinna kill anyone.” And then he asked, “Who is Bambi?”

“Never mind.” She crossed her arms and turned away pretending to ignore them. But she wasn’t. She was aware they were all staring at her like she was a curiosity in a zoo, but she was taking in tiny details as well. Like the fact that their clothes were all handmade and simple. Their hair appeared to have been cut with a chainsaw and their beards were scraggly and long. Their weapons were what made her mind really start to spin though.

 One held a crossbow that dated from the thirteenth century. Another had a Mackintosh dirk that resembled one she’d seen in a museum once. Declan had a simple calfskin sporran tied to his belt.

Odd. Could she have wandered into some renaissance faire? But no. It had been evening when she stepped into the woods and now it was daytime. Early afternoon. And the acres of woods around the house belonged to the family. It couldn’t be—

“So.” She flinched as a deep, melodious voice wafted to her on a hint of humor. Shivers danced through her, along with a prickling sense of premonition. “You’ve captured a Cameron spy?”

She turned slowly and froze as her gaze landed on him. On that so-familiar face. Broad, handsome, savage. Much more captivating than the sketch had been. Much more captivating by far.

She must be hallucinating. She had to be.

He was the hero of her dreams come to life.

Dominic Dundragon, Laird of the Mackintosh clan.

Large, looming and in the flesh.

 Her head went woozy. Her vision blurred. And then, for the first time in her life, she fainted.

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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Character Interview: Alexander from Tangled Bliss #CharacterInterview

Today, I'm interview Alexander from Tangled Bliss. If you'd like to know a little more about the delicious Hunter, read on.



Q. Chelsea says in the book that you have a light Italian accent. Where are you from?

Alexander: I was born in Palmi, Calabria in southern Italy. There’s a pocket community of Aelfir there. Allegra Abatesciani, my mother is Italian, my father is American. I lived there until I was eleven.

Q: Tell me about the first time you met Chelsea. In the book, it says she first saw you in a diner.

Alexander: Yes, she did. I’d stopped there to eat some lunch. She came across the diner and introduced herself. She asked me to lunch. I do like an assertive woman.

Q: Did she buy or did you buy?

Alexander: She tried, but I did. I’ll admit that there was a little masculine pride behind that.

Q: How long did you stay in the hunters? Why?
Alexander: I was in there nearly fifteen years including the training. I told the why in the book. I found a calling there. I found I liked helping people. It gave me a satisfaction I’d never felt before.

Q: Do you miss the excitement of being a Hunter?

Alexander: No, I don’t. I sometimes miss the friends I made within the Hunters, but I can contact them. Life in Alden Glen with Chelsea is what I want.

Q: How did you react when you found out Chelsea had a stalker?

Alexander: I was a little angry. She hadn’t told anyone about the first gifts. She just wanted to ignore it, but they kept coming. I knew that we had to be cautious though, because this stalker was showing so much persistence even though she hadn’t given him any type of response.

Q: Do you think you’ll have much trouble with the stalker?

Alexander: The problem is the stalker is anonymous right now. We don’t have a clue to who he is. We might as well be fighting shadows. Once we discover who he is, we should be able to stop him without a problem.

Q: What are your plans for the future?

Alexander: I want to be with Chelsea. Everything beyond that is just details. She’s the one I want.

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Saturday, July 25, 2015

Guest Blog: Darkness Rising by Lisa Carlisle



Darkness Rising
Part 0.5 of Chateau Seductions
Antoine Chevalier harbors a secret. Born a gargoyle shifter, he wants nothing more than to cultivate his art. His hard work pays off the night he completes his greatest sculpture. But the excitement of his accomplishment doesn’t last.
He’s drawn the eye of the wrong group—a coven of vampires. Antoine wakes into darkness, changed. Shattered. His dream of becoming a renowned sculptor is destroyed.
One question remains—how will he ever survive an eternity of darkness alone?
Darkness Rising is part 0.5 of the Chateau Seductions series by USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Readers have requested more on the dark and mysterious Antoine. In this short story, Antoine tells his tale, which continues in the series with Dark Velvet. Dark Velvet is written from Savannah’s perspective as a newcomer to an art colony who is intrigued by the proprietor.

Lisa Carlisle
USA Today Bestselling Author of Romance and Suspense
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Friday, July 17, 2015

Guest Blog: Suz deMello--Naughy Literati presents Naughty Escapes #BoxedSet



I'd like to welcome Suz deMello to the blog today! She's here sharing an excerpt of her short in the boxed set Naughty Escapes! Enjoy!

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The Naughty Literati are delighted to present a new boxed set—their fourth!

“But OMG!” you cry. “Who, or what, are the Naughty Literati?”

The Naughty Literati are a group of authors who’ve come together to showcase their epic talents in stories filled with powerful eroticism and satisfying romance. Their tales range from heartwarming and sweet to scorching hot erotic; medieval to futuristic; humans to aliens and shape-shifters; vanilla committed couples to kinky ménage fun. 

Naughty Escapes features eleven short stories set around the world. Read about couples discovering love in all kinds of sexy places: a penthouse playroom in San Francisco, the shore of Lake Superior, a deserted island in The Bermuda Triangle, a Mob-controlled nightclub in pre-revolutionary Havana, along an English river, a Parisian sex club, a nude beach in Barcelona, the ancient Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza, a villa overlooking Lake Como in Italy, a Berlin honeymoon, and a swanky condo in Zurich.

Introducing Suz deMello, the author of numerous bestselling novels. Suz has written nineteen books in several genres, including nonfiction, romance, erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Here’s a little about Suz’s story, One Hot Havana Night.

Havana, 1958... On the eve of the revolution, journalist Ellie Wheeler dreams of the biggest story of her life. Two hot men make all her dreams come true—even ones she didn’t know she had.

Guess what? It includes a sexy M/F/M ménage.

Here’s an excerpt to sharpen your appetite:

The big doors closed behind her with a click.

She turned to see Almonte leaning against them, eyeing her with predatory interest gleaming in his dark eyes. Her belly fluttered. She’d exposed corrupt union bosses and crooked politicians, but this was really the first time she’d played with the big boys. Organized crime was nothing to treat casually, and she’d thought she was ready.

Maybe not.

He stalked toward her. “Take that stupid thing off. It fools no one.” He tugged at her wig.

“Ow!” She put a hand up to her head to stop him. “My hair clashes dreadfully with my dress.”

 “Then take off your dress.” He slid one long, dark finger along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The contact tingled in a way she hadn’t before experienced. “Strip for me.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide.

He laughed. “I thought you said anything for the story. You knew what would happen when you came up here. Shall we not pretend?”

She swallowed hard. How had she gotten into this predicament?

By being Hell on Wheels. Everyone thought she was brassy and bold. They had no idea she was still a virgin.

Here’s where you can score a copy!



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