Saturday, September 28, 2013

Menage? A quatre? It's what's Yummy for dinner!

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     If there is nothing like a good man, then there is nada like TWO men...or THREE!
     Right?
     I love writing these, but I must say the most fun challenge is describing the choreography to the love scenes. Whose arm goes where? Who goes first? Why? Always wonderful choices to make!
     But the biggest challenge for me to a menage or an a quatre is to ensure for the reader that the men she hops into bed with are not only worthy of her, but want her for more than the physical reasons. And she must see them as human beings as well.
     Otherwise, the relationship (to me anyway) cannot be anything worthy of my heroines or worthy of her intimacy with them.
     Now I know that some say it's quite all right to hop in the sack with a guy that flicks your switch. But I'd rather he did it for a darn good reason other than the sex. I am, after all, writing an erotic romance.
     And therein lies the rub.
     Ahem.
     In HAT TRICK http://amzn.to/13aCAZv my heroine is a widow who had a very loving husband. She misses him, wants to find another man whom she can care for and he her. When two younger men walk into her life who make her burn, she is careful to form a relationship with them first that gratifies her...and them!
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     In HER THREE WAY MERGER  http://amzn.to/VCjHfJ we have a young businesswoman who knows the two men who are about to offer her a deal...in fact a really fine deal! She went to high school with these two brothers and lived next door to them. She is all grown up now, hungering for a solid relationship in the boardroom and out. When she is offered more than she bargained for, well...she makes her own deal.
     But in ROPE ME IN, we have a four-some. If the choreography is interesting to create in a threesome, imagine what it is with one more in the mix!
    However, you don't have to imagine. You can read the first in my KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series, ROPE ME IN, when one young divorcee returns to her hometown only to find that the three men she loved most as a kid have the  hots for her now!


ROPE ME IN:
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Italian men, any way you can get one!

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I've noticed an uptick in romances staring Italian men. Luscious, sculpted of face and form, tall and dark, they seem to proliferate on the pages lately.
Me? I am obsessed with them. (Okay, the food, the villas, the climate...and yes, the Siena region where the men seem to ooze sex appeal along with a mellow baritone or bass voice that speaks of sambuca.
My first erotica romance for EC, MIA DOLCE, starred an Italian stallion who was also an international gourmet food distributor. I adored him. SLURP.
Since then I have yearned to return and so my next one will star one of these fabulous looking men. sigh.
Why do you think Italian men are so appealing?
Is it their looks or that marvelous mysterious look in their eyes?

Friday, September 20, 2013

Regency popularity? A few ideas why! What are yours?

My Regency romance with a tad of suspense!
Yes, use of stockings, too!
The Regency era as we have come to know it in historical romance fiction represents quite a few qualities. Is there room for any variety?

I want to know!

Best selling Regencies, IMHO, have a few traits in common:

1. Wit or humor is required of hero, heroine and perhaps even in the plot!

2. A fiasco of some sort pops up to challenge the hero/heroine and they must use their noggins to solve the issue. USUALLY it is the woman who has her head screwed on straight, however. Hey, this is romance, donchaknow? NO TooStupidToLive Heroines, please!

3. Balls, gardens, misunderstandings abound.
We must dance, smell the roses and misperceive each other to make it a viable period piece.

4. The hero must be Above the Fray, usually not wishing to marry, though (handtobrow) he must, poor boy, for the sake of (pick one) the family, the estate, daddy, mom, sister in distress, et al.

5. Heroines tend to be smarter than the average gal. Well read, though most were not in that period. Well dressed, if she can afford it. Beautifully underdressed, if she is smart.

My Regencies at Amazon!




What do you love most about Regencies? Why do you read them?
And what, pray tell, would you like to see in them that are not there?

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

ROYAL PAINS by Dakota Rebel, out now! Run for this M/M


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  “You know,” Jamie said, slamming the door behind him as he stalked into the bedroom a few minutes later. “Ultimatums are dirty and underhanded, and I don’t appreciate it.”
  “Yeah, well I don’t appreciate being lied to. You have a minute and a half to be naked or I’m gone Jamie.”
  He ran at me, tackling me onto the bed and kissing me so hard his fangs nicked my lips. His hands tore at my clothes while I ripped his off, too.
  “Seven seconds to spare,” I said with a grin. “I knew you’d come.”
  “You’re an asshole,” Jamie said with a smile that was obviously forced. “You know I have to go back to work tonight, right? I don’t want to fight again when I have to leave.”
  “And I’m the asshole,” I growled. I wrapped my arms around his waist and flipped us so I was on top of him. “Yeah, I know.”
  I sighed into his mouth as his lips parted for my tongue. I knew it had been wrong to blackmail him into paying attention to me, but he hadn’t given me many options lately. If it ended with me getting my way, I wasn’t above petty tricks. Lord knew Jamie acted the spoiled brat often enough. Maybe, he needed a taste of his own medicine.
  “Would you really have left?” Jamie asked suddenly. “If I’d ignored your message would have left me?”
   “Maybe,” I said. “I don’t know. Probably not.” Even to me it sounded pretty lame.
    “Gee thanks,” Jamie said, shoving me off of him.
  We turned on our sides to face each other, staring into each other’s eyes as if we could read the other’s thoughts. But things had been so tense between us lately that neither of us would let our expressions give up any information.
  Finally, knowing that he was going to be a stubborn jerk and make me talk first, I just gave in.
  “You have to know how mad I am at you, Jamie.”
  “I know,” he said softly. “But you have to understand that I’m under a lot of pressure. I’ve never ruled anything, and I don’t want to fuck it up. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to start a vampire war that ends up getting us killed.”
  “Don’t you think you’re being just a tad dramatic?”
  “Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. So many things can go wrong when powers switch, Ethan. Not everyone is happy about Graham being killed and me taking his place. They don’t really care that their old king murdered my parents and by vampire law the city had to be offered to me. All they’re focusing on is that Queen Stephanie handed over the throne to an outsider. I think that some of the advisors are making decisions behind my back or completely ignoring things I ask them to do. Everyone walks around like they know some big secret, and no one tells me anything. I know they don’t respect me, and they don’t seem to fear me either. It’s been a fucking nightmare.”
  I ran my finger down his cheekbone and across his jaw. He let me kiss him softly but pulled away when I tried to hug him.
  “Jamie, I wish you would have told me all of this was going on,” I said after a minute. “If I’d known how bad it is maybe I wouldn’t have been such a dick to you.”
  He smiled and entwined his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand lightly.
  “And what would I do if Ethan Conner wasn’t a dick to me? I’m well adjusted to your attitude, sir.   Dealing with it in Chicago isn’t any different from dealing with it in Royal Oak. Except here, you don’t take off to the bar after we fight.”
  “No, I take off to the fucking library like some emo goth poser asshole, thank you very much. And I have to say, I don’t like it.”
  “So go out,” he said, finally moving into my arms. “Go make friends and have fun. We’re going to be here forever, Ethan. You can’t keep fighting it. If you want to stay with me it has to be here. This is our home now.”
  I kissed the top of his head and fought not to sigh. I didn’t want Chicago to be our home. We had a home, and it was lovely. Our families were there, our friends, our pasts and I had thought our future. I knew he was right, and no matter how hard I railed against it nothing would change the fact that Jamie McHale was the Vampire King of Chicago.
  “Are you still going to fuck me before you leave again?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood a little since we had dropped it back down to despair. Though if I had to choose between that and anger, I guess despair wasn’t really so bad. What was bad was that those seemed to be my only options.
  “Baby,” he said, climbing over me and flashing a genuine smile for a change. “I will do whatever you want me to do.”
  “Careful,” I said against his lips as I kissed him. “I’m awfully selfish. If you go making statements like that, I could seriously ruin your evening.”
  “Say it,” he said, pulling back to stare into my eyes. “Anything you want tonight and it’s yours.”
  “Stay with me,” I said softly. It was barely audible, but he heard it. He nodded as if he knew that was the only thing I needed from him tonight.
  “I will.”
  The momentary twinge of guilt I felt at asking him to abandon his post for the evening disappeared with his agreement to do it. I could feel bad about it later.
  He forced his tongue between my lips and teeth, tasting every inch of the inside of my mouth he could reach with the warm, wet muscle. My cock grew harder at the feel of him pressing against me, and I feared I might come before we got anywhere. After all this time, he still had that effect on me, and I still loved it.

“You know,” Jamie said, slamming the door behind him as he stalked into the bedroom a few minutes later. “Ultimatums are dirty and underhanded, and I don’t appreciate it.”
“Yeah, well I don’t appreciate being lied to. You have a minute and a half to be naked or I’m gone Jamie.”
He ran at me, tackling me onto the bed and kissing me so hard his fangs nicked my lips. His hands tore at my clothes while I ripped his off, too.
“Seven seconds to spare,” I said with a grin. “I knew you’d come.”
“You’re an asshole,” Jamie said with a smile that was obviously forced. “You know I have to go back to work tonight, right? I don’t want to fight again when I have to leave.”
“And I’m the asshole,” I growled. I wrapped my arms around his waist and flipped us so I was on top of him. “Yeah, I know.”
I sighed into his mouth as his lips parted for my tongue. I knew it had been wrong to blackmail him into paying attention to me, but he hadn’t given me many options lately. If it ended with me getting my way, I wasn’t above petty tricks. Lord knew Jamie acted the spoiled brat often enough. Maybe, he needed a taste of his own medicine.
“Would you really have left?” Jamie asked suddenly. “If I’d ignored your message would have left me?”
“Maybe,” I said. “I don’t know. Probably not.” Even to me it sounded pretty lame.
“Gee thanks,” Jamie said, shoving me off of him.
We turned on our sides to face each other, staring into each other’s eyes as if we could read the other’s thoughts. But things had been so tense between us lately that neither of us would let our expressions give up any information.
Finally, knowing that he was going to be a stubborn jerk and make me talk first, I just gave in.
“You have to know how mad I am at you, Jamie.”
“I know,” he said softly. “But you have to understand that I’m under a lot of pressure. I’ve never ruled anything, and I don’t want to fuck it up. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to start a vampire war that ends up getting us killed.”
“Don’t you think you’re being just a tad dramatic?”
“Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. So many things can go wrong when powers switch, Ethan. Not everyone is happy about Graham being killed and me taking his place. They don’t really care that their old king murdered my parents and by vampire law the city had to be offered to me. All they’re focusing on is that Queen Stephanie handed over the throne to an outsider. I think that some of the advisors are making decisions behind my back or completely ignoring things I ask them to do. Everyone walks around like they know some big secret, and no one tells me anything. I know they don’t respect me, and they don’t seem to fear me either. It’s been a fucking nightmare.”
I ran my finger down his cheekbone and across his jaw. He let me kiss him softly but pulled away when I tried to hug him.
“Jamie, I wish you would have told me all of this was going on,” I said after a minute. “If I’d known how bad it is maybe I wouldn’t have been such a dick to you.”
He smiled and entwined his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand lightly.
“And what would I do if Ethan Conner wasn’t a dick to me? I’m well adjusted to your attitude, sir. Dealing with it in Chicago isn’t any different from dealing with it in Royal Oak. Except here, you don’t take off to the bar after we fight.”
“No, I take off to the fucking library like some emo goth poser asshole, thank you very much. And I have to say, I don’t like it.”
“So go out,” he said, finally moving into my arms. “Go make friends and have fun. We’re going to be here forever, Ethan. You can’t keep fighting it. If you want to stay with me it has to be here. This is our home now.”
I kissed the top of his head and fought not to sigh. I didn’t want Chicago to be our home. We had a home, and it was lovely. Our families were there, our friends, our pasts and I had thought our future. I knew he was right, and no matter how hard I railed against it nothing would change the fact that Jamie McHale was the Vampire King of Chicago.
“Are you still going to fuck me before you leave again?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood a little since we had dropped it back down to despair. Though if I had to choose between that and anger, I guess despair wasn’t really so bad. What was bad was that those seemed to be my only options.
“Baby,” he said, climbing over me and flashing a genuine smile for a change. “I will do whatever you want me to do.”
“Careful,” I said against his lips as I kissed him. “I’m awfully selfish. If you go making statements like that, I could seriously ruin your evening.”
“Say it,” he said, pulling back to stare into my eyes. “Anything you want tonight and it’s yours.”
“Stay with me,” I said softly. It was barely audible, but he heard it. He nodded as if he knew that was the only thing I needed from him tonight.
“I will.”
The momentary twinge of guilt I felt at asking him to abandon his post for the evening disappeared with his agreement to do it. I could feel bad about it later.
He forced his tongue between my lips and teeth, tasting every inch of the inside of my mouth he could reach with the warm, wet muscle. My cock grew harder at the feel of him pressing against me, and I feared I might come before we got anywhere. After all this time, he still had that effect on me, and I still loved it.





Sunday, September 15, 2013

A FIERCE New release from Sabrina York!


Imagine if there was a service that could make your every deepest darkest fantasy....COME TRUE!
Well there is.
It's called 1Night Stand, an exclusive online dating service run by one Madame Eve, offering clients the opportunity to explore their passions one night at a time. With no strings. No entanglements.
Check out these scorching shorts from the sexy, creative authors at Decadent Press. The 1Night Stand Series has a story for every taste, every decadent desire...



The last thing Katie expects—when she meets her friend Joy for a girls’ weekend in Vegas to celebrate her divorce—is an ambush. But Joy, determined to get Katie “back on the horse,” has submitted her profile with Madame Eve—who’s found her the perfect man.

Katie doesn’t want another man. She certainly doesn’t want or need confirmation that it’s her fault Mark could never satisfy her.

When Sebastian—scarred by the infidelity of his wife—overhears Katie’s confession, and the fact that she was faithful to her husband for ten years even though he never met her needs, he’s intrigued. More than intrigued. He’s determined to prove to this gorgeous, tempting, fascinating woman that she is not frigid. In fact, she is fierce.

An Excerpt from Fierce:
“Do you-do you find men attractive?”
She shrugged.
“Do you find me attractive?”
Her focus snapped back to him. Sebastian. With his deep emerald eyes. The little prickles of an insistent day beard sprouting on his chin. The delicious curve of his jaw.
“Yes.” Yes. She found him attractive. More so than any man she’d ever met.
It scared her to death.
“I find you attractive, too, Katie. Very attractive. But I don’t want to ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Oh. There it was.
He was ending it.
A lump settled in her belly.
It was for the best. Really it was—
“So let’s take this slow, shall we?”
She gaped at him. “S-slow?”
He smiled and it warmed her heart.
Oh wait. It was his palm, skating across her shoulder, down her arm, cupping her breast. That was what warmed her.
“Stop me if this makes you uncomfortable.”
Oh, it made her uncomfortable. Sent sharp tingles along every nerve. Made her body start to soften and swell. Made her womb quiver.
But she wasn’t stopping him. No way.


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About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion.

An award winning author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers, her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

Books by Sabrina York
Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon
Brigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon
Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Liked HIS DELECTABLE COOK? TRY my Regency series! THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE

BOOK ONE, The Stanhope Challenge
Regencies are hot hot hot!
Mine are scalding!
Read any?

You should, you can. THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE is a quartet about 3 brothers and one bastard who have problems with their love lives!

LORD STANHOPE must marry! He has aspirations to political power, you see, and he needs a wife. A comely, biddable wife. What he gets is a hellfire in his bed...and in his heart!
BOOK TWO, The Stanhope Challenge

The second oldest brother is a cavalryman. Or rather, he was. Now he hides himself away in the family hunting lodge, only to be found out by the one woman he has desired...and who now he refuses to marry. LADY FEATHERSTONE, however, has other ideas and follows him to his lodge. Note too that in this book is an extra story about the Stanhope's illegitimate sister. LADY RAMSEY has a special problem. She adores her staff. All men, you see. And the only way to read this story is to read LADY FEATHERSTONE.

Book THREE, Jack's story
The oldest brother, Jack, has no intentions of marrying anyone. Never has. The family is cursed you see. They say none of the unions is ever happy. In fact, all are quite dreadfully unhappy. But one night Jack is waylaid in his carriage by a young minx who offers...well, herself. She wants to be ruined, you see. Ruined by Jack, a most notorious rake. She is charming, lovely, devastated and once she explains her reasoning, Jack is more than intrigued. He is determined to free her from her nemesis, a man of utterly horrid repute.

THE BASTARD of the family is half English, half American, all privateer. When he goes to England, he finds himself enchanted by a lady who would never accept a untitled illegitimate man for her husband. So then what is she doing hiding in his hold after he sets sail? And why can't he keep his hands off her? And how in hell can he keep her from harm when a Moroccan pirate seizes his ship and abducts her?
All are available on Amazon, ARe, Kobo and more!

Lord Stanhope’s Improper Proposal

Lady Featherstone Fervent Affair

MISS DARLING’S INDECENT OFFER

Lady Varney’s Risque Business:

The Bastard’s Passionate Prize


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Monday, September 9, 2013

Based on a true event in King John's era, WITH HER KISS shows you why John got very bad press!


Based on an actual tragedy in English history, WITH HER KISS is the 3rd in my Swords of Passion series and tells the tale of one woman who failed to curry favor with King John.

In fact, this incident aroused the barons so mightily that women's rights (or specifically heiresses', widows' and noblewomen's rights) were addressed in the Magna Carta.

This often overlooked fact is an intriguing one. The incident involved William de Braose's wife Maud and their eldest son, both of whom were imprisoned by John, shoved into a hole in the floor of a dungeon and starved to death. While historians debate where this occurred, they are agreed it did. The barons' outrage at John's treatment of Maud provided the impetus to forge an alliance among them. They forced their liege lord to agree to the document proclaiming women's rights as well as many others.

I hope you enjoy WITH HER KISS.
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Defying his king, Geoffrey St. Claire invades a dungeon to save the woman he loves from cruel death. This time, he vows, he will save her and make her love him—or die trying.
Countess Katherine Harleigh knew her refusal to become King John's lover courted his punishment. But she never thought he'd try to starve her. Cast into a dungeon—widowed, alone and disgraced—Kat fears no one can save her. Not even the one knight who always promised to love and protect her.
Geoffrey St. Claire serves his Sire as loyally as a sane man can. But when John imprisons the one woman Geoff has always adored, he risks his lands and his life to ride to her rescue. Yet, he knows she will never welcome his aid. She hates him too much for deserting her years ago. But he will not leave her this time.
Book 2 in SWORDS OF PASSION
Now, Geoff plans to save her from death and despair, nurse her back to health and then persuade her to love him as wholly as she once did. Seduction in her bath, her bed, her chamber is his only method and he prays he can restore her love for him before John appears with an army to take her from him once more…this time, forever.
Book 1 in SWORDS OF PASSION
*****
In this series, you glimpse all the challenges a woman faced in that period.
AT HER SERVICE tells the tale of a woman whose older titled husband is dying...and who must bear an heir "by him" or lose her rights to hold his land after his demise. Who does her husband choose to sire his successor? None other than the man whom she once loved and who was forbidden her.

In the second book in the series, FOR HER HONOUR, you see the challenge of a woman who has inherited her husband's lands and title (different type of inheritance rules in this earl's family) and now she is forced by King John to marry a younger man, actually a callow youth. When she shows her reluctance, John sends one of his retainers to escort her to the wedding. What ensues?
Ah. You must read them all!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Process vs Passion with my guest Imogene Nix!


Gah... I promised Cerise a guest post and time and life keep getting in my way.  But that's an authors life. 

Forget the high profile feted ideas you might have (a la Castle!) Most of us are wives, mothers and fully employed in life on a day-to-day basis...

But, back to the matter at hand, something I find hard because daily life keep getting in my way, this morning.  Taking the kids to school, feeding the animals, making the bed...

But life is just one big process after another.  Sure we get passion, but it’s the day to day stuff that can clog the arteries of a writer.

Think of it as artistic atherosclerosis. One many can suffer from, when writing sex scenes (among other things, but I’m an erotic writer, so it’s something I write a few of! Lol).  Don’t get me wrong!  I love writing sex scenes... when I’m up to them in the story.
 
Beforehand though I dither around like a crazy cat on a hot roof.  Do I have another one in me? Will it be process but no passion? Will it draw the reader in?

It’s a constant battle to make sure books featuring intimate scenes are passionate, exciting and worth reading. And I know many others who suffer from the same P.V.P.  (Process Versus Passion) syndrome as I do.  And it’s something I learned right back at the beginning.  Sometimes when a writer is first starting out, it’s easy to be so caught up in the process of writing the scenes that they fail to include the passion and focus instead on the process of part A fits into part B.

What do I mean? Let me show you.

She put her hands around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

Now I read that and go “Meh!” The words are there... The process is there but I’m not feeling any passion...

Let me see what I can do with it...

Carla slung her hands around his neck. Her body vibrated as it rocked against him and she shuddered. “Oh Reid! I need you...” Her words trailed away as she leant in.
The whisper of his breath teased her lips and she had to wet them.  Sensual delight spun a web around her as she inched closer. Her eyes fluttered closed and finally, their mouths touched.

This time I’m feeling the passion.

How did I change it to include the passion? That’s not quite as simple as knowing which words to add... but it’s a matter of painting the world around them, concentrating on the emotions and feelings. It’s about making the reader able to feel the actions and emotions the characters are experiencing.

Have I read stories with process and no passion? I sure have. But you know the problem with that? I walk away feeling dissatisfied... like I’ve waited for my caffeine hit, only to get a... Decaf!  Urgh! (See?  Can’t think of anything worse – well so says me as I sit here with my cappuccino in hand.)

Anyway, to be honest, I did think that at some point writing these scenes would get easier.  That I’d be able to scroll them off... instead I’m just as concerned as my first.  Why? Because now I have the added concern of ensuring they are fresh. Sigh.

So far, I haven’t found a cure for PVP. If you do, be sure to tell me, right?

Don't forget to pop in and visit my latest party, the Not A Release Day Party on 9 September! http://www.facebook.com/events/1404732399743476/?fref=ts

Bio

Imogene is the author of many books, including Hesparia's Tears, Tomorrow's Promise, A Sapphire for Karina and the Edible Delights Anthology Vol 2.

Wife, mother and nutty bookstore owner all describe Imogene Nix, but the real secret is Science Fiction, Paranormal Romance with a hefty dose of Romantic Suspense is what she adores.

She is dedicated to high quality romance, with a dollop of erotic interactions, and has dipped her toes into Science Fiction, Contemporary Romance and Paranormal Romance featuring feisty headstrong female leads and the odd   Romantic Suspense.

She lives in Rural Queensland where she happily raises 2 daughters, lots of chickens a couple of cats and her super pup Teddy. When she isn’t writing or reading, she’s hanging out with her husband, acting like a techno-geek or cooking and making wine.

Links—where to find Imogene Nix:
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Blurb
What will happen when the past catches up?
Galan is from Hesparia, where the females are dying out on his pacific agrarian planet.
Jessa has a past, one she hasn’t earned but cannot escape from.
What will happen when opportunity knocks?
Galan travels to earth, hoping to plead the case for Hesparia. He doesn’t expect Jessa or The Quickening.
Can he make the case for women to migrate to Hesparia and arrange a Diplomatic Alliance? Can they trust one another with their hearts. And can Jessa really escape her past?
Hesparia’s Tears.
Excerpt
The spaceship entered orbit and Jessa watched the tracking on the television. Since learning of the existence of extraterrestrials, it was about all she wanted to do. See where they were and where they planned to land.
The reporter came back on the screen. “We believe they will make their landing somewhere on the continent of Australia. There have been no further radio communications from the craft, however. So it is, at best, an educated guess right now.”
Jessa giggled at the sober face of the young, twenty-something reporter standing outside the Parkes Observatory and the inane follow up comment made by the thirtyish female news anchor.
“Jessa, it’s time for bed!” her mother yelled again.
She sighed dramatically. At twenty-four she was no longer a child, even though her parents seemed to struggle with that small fact.
Maybe it’s time to move out. As quickly as the thought had crossed her mind, she dismissed it. Leaving home meant more expense than she could possibly afford. The thing that really irked her was paying an outstanding legal bill for something she hadn’t even done. It was a refrain that had played through her mind over and over again since the event had taken place. It may have happened years ago, but she continued to pay for her youthful indiscretion. One she had long regretted.
Jessa stood, before heading down the old hallway to the bathroom. Living at home meant sharing a bathroom with her little brother, Ben. Of course, being a boy of sixteen, he was disgusting. There were used razor blades, splashes of water, foam from his recent shaving experience and hairs in the sink. Knowing it would make no difference complaining about it she carefully picked up the discarded detritus and placed it in the bin beside the vanity unit, wiped away the mess and began her own night-time ritual.
Emerging from the bathroom, she spied her mother, standing at the end of the hall in her fluffy blue dressing gown with matching slippers, and her blonde hair sitting high on her head in soft curlers. It was the same scene every night. “Night, Jessa.”
“Night, Mum.” What else was there to say? In a funk, Jessa entered her room, before closing the door then sat down on her single bed. She breathed deeply, letting the oxygen flow through her system, before slowly levering herself down across the mattress. Her blinds were open so she had an excellent view of the star-studded sky. It was a major positive to living on the edge of town, the absence of bright lights.
“Whoever you are, I certainly hope you’re friendly,” Jessa muttered, before closing her eyes, rolling onto her side and willing herself to sleep. For some reason, an excited thrill ran through her system.
Finally, visitors from the stars. No longer was it a figment of someone’s imagination or something from a science fiction novel. The time had come for them to have contact with another species. That was a sobering thought. The Prime Minister had sent a radio message to the ship. God, I hope the Prime Minister didn’t act like a pompous dick. Jessa snuggled down under the covers, waiting for the touch of sleep. Her mind wandered and she drowsed.
Her mobile, sitting on the bedside table buzzed and vibrated. Jessa muttered in the dark, groping for the device. She reached out and found the red leather covered item and dragged it to her ears.
“’lo?”
“Jessa, it’s me. Seth. Can you come to the office at the telescope? I need you.” His voice was excited.
She squinted. “I was asleep, Seth. Besides which, I’m off duty until Saturday.” The room was gloomy and she screwed her face up into a scowl, knowing sleep would probably elude her now. “What could be so important that I need to come in right now?” Jessa pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the side then slipped her feet into her old grey slippers beside the bed.
“I can’t tell you over the phone.”
“What?” Something was happening. An agitated thrill filled her chest and for an instant her mind warred with the interest that spiked.
“Jessa…”
He didn’t need to plead. Jessa was already getting up to hunt out clothes. “Sure. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Thanks. You really won’t regret it.” The delight in his voice was contagious.
Jessa hurriedly tapped the end call button.
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Friday, September 6, 2013

Today! WITH HER KISS, Book #3 in Swords of Passion series debuts!



OUT TODAY!
A woman imprisoned...
A love redeemed...
Revenge, rich and rewarding...
WITH HER KISS

Castle Harleigh
South Wales, The Marches
March 1211

Shuddering, bone cold, Kat huddled down into her cloak. She rocked, her teeth chattering, her jaw aching. Her fine wool cape caught on the jagged points of the dungeon’s walls as she slid to the damp earthen floor. The chill shot up her spine. Her toes curled and she clamped a hand over her mouth to fight back a cry. Her guards must not hear her despair. Cringing, she turned her face to the rough stones to stifle her outrage.
She understood why she sat here in this miserable hole. Of course she did. She had refused her king. A noblewoman close to his own blood, she had denied his requests to give him land and pay higher taxes for more than a decade. Then, when he had returned to demand more, she had rebelled with disdain for the vain tyrant he had always been. She recalled him on his last visit to her in the autumn, standing in her own solar, shaking with indignation, self-righteous—the cur—to his bones.
“You will not yield?” John had bellowed at her, then backhanded her to the wall. “How dare you!”
“It is my right to deny you,” she had managed, her hand to her bleeding lips as she struggled to her feet.
“Mine to take from you what I want!” he had sneered at her.
“You may try.” She had cast her eyes towards her two guards, who had been subdued by two of his. She needed to preserve the lives of her men. They would spread word of what had happened here and the audacious orders of her king. Her men’s loyalty was her last bulwark against John’s outrageous demands that she go to his bed. “What comfort will it gain you?”
“I could have you persuaded by each and every one of Ferrer’s men, followed by my own,” he threatened with a grin.
Her head had spun at the threat of being raped by so many. Ferrer was but John’s toady, attempting to bully her, take her land for John and take her body for the notoriety. As for the submission John required of her, she knew how to best him by brandishing against him his droit de seigneur. “Women should love you, should they not?”
“By all means,” he had agreed.
“A noble lord is our king,” she had said, purring as if she were truly complimenting him. “Worthy to climb between any woman’s legs.”
He had nodded.
“Ah. Of course. A lady should welcome the royal cock inside her.”
“’Tis an honour to be well fucked by such a man,” he had preened.
“I see here no such creature.”
One of his men had gasped at her insult.
John had glared at her, his black eyes demonic. “Your blindness may kill you.”
A smirk had thinned her lips. “Better to live in the dark than have my eyes assaulted by a monster.”
“You prefer the dark? Do you? We shall order it,” he had bellowed, his nostrils flaring. He flicked her away with his hands as if she were no more than a fly.
And here she was, thrown into this dank and miserable dungeon by his royal machinations.