Thursday, May 17, 2012

Ever been ROPED IN to a love affair?


3 men for 1 woman?
Cara Ford is about to be...with three hunky brothers.
Ranchers. Texans.Young, lickilicious bachelors who have a special challenge on Cara Ford can fix.
ROPE ME IN debuts tomorrow at EC!
Need a nibble?
Of course you do!
Excerpt, Copyright 2012 Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.

   Jed could hear Harry and Will stomping up the covered back porch, their boots dropping on the wooden floorboards as they removed them so as not to track mud and water inside.      Harry opened the kitchen door and came in first, his straight black hair bound back at the nape in a string of Comanche rawhide. Will, broader, built like a heavyweight wrestler, was right behind.
   “Hey,” Harry greeted Jed, his pale blue eyes scanning the kitchen for Cara.    “How we doing here?”
   “Good.” Jed nodded toward their new bathroom, then continued to set the table for dinner. “Getting showered and changed. Slow and easy does it.”
   “Does she have any ideas of what we had planned for her?” Will asked Jed, skeptical after years of looking for a woman to bed and wed that any one female could satisfy his hunger for lusty sex.
   Jed chuckled at his youngest sibling.   “Not yet. Let her learn us slowly. We researched her well.”
   “Yeah. With a helper she might not thank if she ever finds out.” Will nodded.
    Jed agreed. “We’ll cross that bridge if we ever come to it.”
   Will smacked his lips. “She is even sweeter up close and personal. I’d hate to blow this to hell now that she’s here. Good thinking to keep her box and hope she’d deliver ours.”
   “She’s intrigued, for sure,” Harry confirmed. “But shy.”
   “It’s not like we have no experience courting women,” Will pointed out.
   Harry stared at him deadpan. “Ya think? Seems in the last few years all we found were the ones who’d slept around so much, they’d catch fire if they didn’t sweat.”
   Will took a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water. “Remember the one in Dallas who turned out to be a professional roller derby gal?” He took a long drink as the other two groaned. “Hell in high heels. Mean as a bobcat.”
   “Her IQ equaled her bra size,” Harry confirmed. “My personal fave was the conniving redhead in Waco who hustled us all the time to shoot pool before she let us take her to the private room and play with her.   Lost two months’ wages to her.”
   Will choked on laughter. “Look at it this way. She inspired you to improve your game.”
   “Not judging my women by their hair color any longer, am I? No. ’Nuf said.”
   Will scowled. “I want a woman who’s real. No three-dollar wigs or false teeth.”
   Harry grimaced. “None were that bad.”
   “No, but you get me.”
   Jed crossed his arms. “So yeah, we went hunting in the wrong places and came home sorry. We wised up. Looked in our own backyard. Checked first for character.”
   “We’ve still got work to do. Cara’s been abused,” Will said with disgust. “Her asshole husband used his mouth on her and that’s a heavy load to take from her.”
   “Underneath, she’s right as rain,” Jed declared. “Needs a little gentling, that’s all.”
   "So we’ll give her a hand up,” Will said.
   “Hmm.” Harry widened his eyes. “Maybe more than a hand.”
   “She’s got some spunk and sass to her all right,” Jed acknowledged. “And she might not be a natural submissive.”
   “Fine by me,” Will retorted. “But with her interest in lingerie and the way she lights up around us, I’d say she’s up for sex with boys and toys. She’s got an eye for us. So maybe we can help her out of her funk after Mister Ball and Chain. Not knowing anything finer existed, she let her instinct lead her to get hitched to the wrong kind of fencepost.”
    Harry frowned at the hallway toward the bath. “Hope to god we can change that.”
   Jed smiled. “If you have patience with her, Harry, and Will, if you can show her some of that Jolly Green Giant brawn, we’ll light her fire.”
   Harry elbowed his brother. “Right. Let’s get cleaned up so we can show her what gentlemen can do for her. And you,” he tsked at Jed, “stop being housemother here. Go get yourself all bright and sparkly. I want to sit down and get to know her in the best circumstances.”
   “I’ll go. But you two need to have some time with her alone. I’ve already made my impression. Laid the groundwork for us. But I told you, I’ll not make first claim on her just because I’m the oldest. Or the first to have some regular time with her.”
   Will slicked back his unruly black curls and laughed for the first time in months. “If we get this right, we’ll each get a chance to show her how good we can be.”
   Harry grinned. “Then we’ll go for the gold.”
   Jed agreed. “Get a move on. She’s here for the duration of the storm. If it stops any time soon, we’ve lost the best chance to show her we’re human.”
   “And if it lasts all night?” Harry waggled his slashing black brows in anticipation. “We might have a strong chance to entertain her for more than supper.”
   “Hope, as Ma used to say, springs eternal,” Jed told him. “Go!”
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ENJOY THE REST of the story, the first in my new series, KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER, about the town of Bravado Texas, where the men are good and plenty...and lonely!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Last chance to win yummy prizes!

Win WONDERFUL prizes! WEB HUNT ENDS SOON!!!
From me, one of you may win my NAPA VALLEY, CALIFORNIA GOODY BAG for a Night of Nibbles, Wine & Romance! Why? Because I believe romance, great food and wine (and great books!) go together!
What's inside this cute Napa Valley California wine bag (which you will reuse forever and a day) are the items to make a night of romance a grand one: 
  •  Cerise DeLand's SANTA, CUTIE story along with others in the anthology print book, MADAME EVE'S ONE NIGHT STAND (Decadent Publishing)
  •  Champagne bottle pressure stopper 
  •  Diva towel from Napa (Just add champagne!)
  •  Napa Festive Food Recipe Cards for Nibbles to go with all things Sparkly
  •  Wine Writer Pen, to personalize wine & glassware gifts

TOTAL VALUE: $59.00 
How to win prizes?
Then, you must answer 40 questions correctly. So this means, you must visit at least 40 authors' websites and find the correct answers to the specific questions for each.  Remember, you need 40 correct answers, so do look at more than that!
Good luck!
Happy Reading!

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Prizes! Spring Fling Blog Hop, get hopping!

Win WONDERFUL prizes!
From me, one of you may win my NAPA VALLEY, CALIFORNIA GOODY BAG for a Night of Nibbles, Wine & Romance! Why? Because I believe romance, great food and wine (and great books!) go together!
What's inside this cute Napa Valley California wine bag (which you will reuse forever and a day) are the items to make a night of romance a grand one: 
  •  Cerise DeLand's SANTA, CUTIE story along with others in the anthology print book, MADAME EVE'S ONE NIGHT STAND (Decadent Publishing)
  •  Champagne bottle pressure stopper 
  •  Diva towel from Napa (Just add champagne!)
  •  Napa Festive Food Recipe Cards for Nibbles to go with all things Sparkly
  •  Wine Writer Pen, to personalize wine & glassware gifts

TOTAL VALUE: $59.00 
How to win prizes?
Then, you must answer 40 questions correctly. So this means, you must visit at least 40 authors' websites and find the correct answers to the specific questions for each.  Remember, you need 40 correct answers, so do look at more than that!
Good luck!
Happy Reading!

IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? Hope so.


NEW! 99 cents on Amazon only until May 15.
Hurry! 
IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? is my newest!
Fun, sassy, sexy sheriff and his main squeeze. Her name? Mae. His? West.
They are happy to be here with their love story.
Need a taste?
Yes. You do!
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A Sheriff, A Hot Gal and his gun.

What’s a girl to do when she has the hots for the local sheriff—and he’s playing it cool? Mae Montaine knows the man has a gun in his pocket and he’s always happy to see her.
So why won’t he come over and see her sometime…for a date? A hug? A kiss? More?
West Farraday yearns for the All-American knock-out who lives next door, but Mae’s got problems and secrets. He’d love to help her out…of her problems. And her clothes. Then into his bed.
When timing seems right, West makes his move. He’s happier than a colt in clover.
Mae’s skeptical they can make it as a couple. After all, town gossip says the good sheriff is hard on the ladies.
But when three bad coyotes invade Mae’s life, West tries to prove to her that a man who’s hard in the sack can be easy to love.

Excerpt: (Copyright 2012, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.)

Something was burning.
August in Texas meant crispy grass, drought and wild fires—and West Farraday had no desire to see his house burn to the ground. Where was that smoke coming from?
He lifted his nose and tracked the smell of charcoal, then startled when he saw red flames rise over the top of his tall wooden fence.
A barbeque pit out of control? Not good!
“Aw, hell!” No need to think.  He’d learned from previous incidents that his new neighbor was an East Coast gal with no clue how to survive in Texas. Hightailing it into his kitchen, he pulled open the pantry door and grabbed the fire extinguisher. He pivoted, broke into a run, charged through his gate and darted for the tiny house next door.
Mae Montaine. Mae from New Jersey. Mae of the flowing, dark-chocolate hair and aquamarine eyes. Mae of the creamy skin, the voluptuous breasts and curvy legs. The fillings in his molars melted every time she sashayed past him. Mae, that gorgeous klutz, had gotten herself in a pickle again. And he was her handy dandy neighbor, ready at the draw.
Jumping her waist-high chain-link fence, he instantly saw her problem. Not only was she staring at the leaping fire in her potbellied grill, but she jumped up and down, screeching, doing nothing to contain the blaze.
“Move!” he yelled at her as he thrust one arm out and pushed her behind him. Then he let loose with the foam, dousing the five-foot tall flames and cursing beneath his breath.
He spun to check where Mae’s niece was. There. He breathed more easily. In her playpen by the door stood little Emma, grinning her welcome to him.
“Oh, oh, that’s wonderful,” Mae cooed in the raspy contralto that ignited wild fires along his spine and had him stealing a glimpse of her loveliness. “That’s terrific. I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea. How did this happen? Who knew? Oh, you are so good to do this. How can I ever thank you?”
I know one way. “Don’t think about it,” he offered as he continued to spray the flames, keeping his gaze on the fire even if his mind sizzled with the glimpse he’d gotten of her skimpy top and shorts.
“I don’t know what I did wrong. I was so careful.” She fretted and fumed, her firm breasts brushing his arm as she leaned forward to peer at his efforts. “I’m so grateful you even noticed.”
He snorted. How could I not? “I was home. Outside working on my lawn. This could have been a real disaster.”
“I’m sorry,” she said in a wee voice. “I thought I knew how to do this. Build a fire, that is. You must think I’m a mess.”
“Truly?” He threw her a smile and the one he got in return dissolved his urge to scold her. The most gorgeous mess I’ve ever seen. “A bit accident prone.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said beneath her breath. “I don’t know what I would do without you. I guess you’re used to saving people. Sheriffs do that, don’t they? You’ve saved me so many times now.”
“Four.”
“That many? Maybe so. There was the nail in my tire.”
“Your kitchen faucet blew its gasket,” he reminded her, recalling Mae Montaine appearing at his front door last Sunday morning in a white cotton sundress wet from nipples to knees. One look at her display and his legs had turned into feathers. He’d had to brace himself against his door jamb at the sight of her asking for help. Every one of her lush curves had been defined in mouth-watering detail beneath the sodden, transparent fabric. Including her round, puckered nipples.
“I’m grateful.” Her sensuous mouth tipped up in a grin.  “Really.”
So was I. Better than an X-rated flick to see you in all your glory. “No worries, Mae. I was here. I was available.” I am now certifiably hooked on your looks and your humility.
“I’m trying so hard,” she fussed at herself.
“Don’t. Just let yourself ease into country life,” he consoled her, complementing  his words with a broad smile in her direction. But he froze. Her gaze had been plastered to his naked back. When his eyes sought hers, her lashes fluttered. Flustered? Interested? Maybe?
Do not go there. He ground his teeth. Then returned to his work. How one woman could have so many challenges beat him. How he could be her savior so often thrilled him. Getting close to her—within inches as he was now—made him hard. Made him drool. Made him rein in his fantasy of having her sighing beneath him and remind himself of how that was such a bad idea.
“And damn. All my wieners are burnt!”
Mine is too, lady.
“Plus, the neighbors will be so scared. Because of the drought, the brush fires have been so terrible.“
“Doubt anyone else saw.”
“I feel awful. They’ll think I’m an idiot.”
“No. No.” That’s what she had said the first time he’d  saved her from disaster. When was that? A month ago? He’d been outside then, too, heard her yell in dismay and come barreling over the fence. She had stepped in a giant mound of red ants and they had feasted on her feet. Her elegant feet. Her slim, red-lacquered toes.
Shit. Are you playing with a full deck, Farraday?
“Think I should go apologize to them?”
“Who? The ants?”
“What? No, the neighbors.” She waved a hand in the direction of the other houses around theirs. Her beautiful breasts bobbed.
His brain sizzled like an egg in a frying pan. Ah, Farraday, you have lost your mind over this woman. “You don’t have to.”
“But I do. Oh, I do! They probably think I’m a nitwit screaming for help every other day.”
She didn’t calm down quickly after any of her disasters.
Just call me your fireman, your handy man, your only…. Enough. He bit his lower lip. Pain would bring him back to sanity. “Look, Mae. You are fine. No one else is running over. The fire is almost under control—“
“Thanks to you. What if you hadn’t been home?”
“But I was.” Good for me.
“And now I don’t have anything else for dinner.” She babbled on about this and that, while he did more damage control and stepped forward to peer into the grill and check for any smoldering embers.
Like he wasn’t one himself.
“Thank you, Sheriff.” She laid a hand on his and his skin melted.
What the hell is wrong with you, Farraday? This is just one woman with nice tits. And a great ass that would fit just fine into your two palms. Up against you, your cock nestled between her thighs.
Stop. This.
“West,” he corrected her as he worked on the pile of glowing coals. Get a grip, man. Like most city slickers, she’s oblivious to the world. Sadly, to you, too. Some folks are built like that, and you have to accept what you can’t change. Take another woman to bed and squelch your own fires.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

99 cents for a hot sheriff?

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For 99 cents until May 15, you can have one yummy Texas sheriff, the gal next door and their red hot love affair!
What's not to love?
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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Watching Women in Movies, Part 1, Doris Day (aka What Would Friedan say?)

All pix in the blog from http://www.dorisday.net
Marathoning? Watching Doris Day movies a few weeks ago, I got my popcorn, my beer and sat myself down for hours. I laughed, I roared in delight and by the end of Doris's 88th Birthday Week, I chomped at the bit to write this ditty.
Watching lovely blonde cutie Doris for more than 10 movies, I was struck as never before by how influential these images of her were in my life. While her too-sweet-for-words looks and voice sometimes made me wince even as a kid, this week I was enthralled by her range. But I am also struck as never before by how much she marks the specific years of her work as an icon of that moment in time.
Note that the following week, I watched Doris's polar opposite and contemporary artist, Rita Hayworth, Bad Girl Personified. I hope to have a few thoughts on her persona, too. Later.
Going from band singer to movie star, Doris started her career as the "sweet kid next door" who can get the man. With laughs and a ploy here and there, Doris sang her way through charming feel-good flicks of the post-war era of the 1940s. With a note of drama here and there, she remains in each script the Girl who is Normal, Sweet and Deserving of the Hero. Even in such dramatic pix as The Man with the Horn (1951), Doris portrays the foil to sophisticate Lauren Bacall opposite an alcoholic trumpeter played by Kurt Douglas.
But in 1955, she gets the role of blues singer Ruth Etting in Love Me or Leave Me, starring with ever-so-bad bully James Cagney.
I remember seeing this as a kid, being told by my father that "Ruth was a great singer and this guy she married was a bum."
Watching this the other night, I recalled this from my Dad with a smile, but wow, was I looking at Cagney as more than just a bum. He was the villain, the thug, The Man Every Woman Wants to Hate. And he was the guy we some know put on our Watch List: The Abuser.
And as we watch Ruth deal with this man, we see why Betty Friedan did so well so quickly with her theories of the need to rise up and break the chains that bound women.
Cagney blusters, bullies and brow-beats. He struts and manipulates and totally cows Ruth, first as a singer whom he "discovers" and gets her her first gig. But then later, he builds on that, makes her beholden and ensures she remembers it.
The astonishing facet to me, of course, is that with this portrayal of a woman living in the 1920s, Ruth Etting never questions that he has a right to bully or berate her. (At least this is true in the script.) And this makes me cringe, point my finger and say, wow, Ruth, you never thought you had options?
Answer?
No. She did not. And she, sadly, was not alone.
The rule of the 1920s and as we can see in the portrayal of 1950s housewife Betty Draper in MadMen, many women thought there was no way out.
They took what they could get, paid for it with a devotion that was half dead and then paid other prices in self-esteem, drugs, alcohol and who knows what effect upon their children.
Fast forward to the movies at the beginning of the 1960s. Gee, golly, what a difference for Doris and the rest of us!
Three comedies of hers with different leading men had me laughing like a loon.  Yes, they had cute but not wildly unique plots and scrumptious leading men. James Garner in the Move Over, Darling and The Thrill of It All (written by Carl Reiner, no less!) were 2 great choices. Rock Hudson is a hoot in Pillow Talk. Less thrilling than either of those two simply because he acted this in such a flat, poker-faced manner was Cary Grant, age 58 at the time to Doris's 38, in That Touch of Mink.
While I leave it to you to watch these yourself, I will say my conclusions about what is happening to women in the first three years of the sixties is phenomenal.
I know. Because I remember those years VERY WELL.
In the Rock Hudson movie, we see Doris as as professional woman who works her butt off to succeed in business and she is foiled mightily by a scheming no-good wily man who is her rival for the same accounts.  The plot is terribly funny and in the end she loves him, he loves her. AND WOW, we wonder why!
At no time in the movie except for the last ten minutes does this man show any redeeming qualities. Yes, he is handsome. A CATCH, right? He is rich, successful, and the fact that he has been unprincipled toward her and his clients seems to matter not at all! SHE LOVES HIM! If I wrote this in a book, captured this man's essence in words, I WOULD BE REJECTED. He is about as worthy a hero as Vlad, the Impaler. But of course, that is what he reps, isn't it? A Romantic Vlad.
We will have a moment of shuddering here....
In the Thrill of It All, we get Doris with James Garner. A delight visually, this couple can bring on the laughter. But the substance of the plot?
This flick left me rather agog that I had watched this then...and now!
Why?
She is his wife and mother of his two charming children. He is a noted OB-GYN. Quite by chance, she becomes a spokesperson for a product that sweeps to her onto billboards, fame and money. When hubby Jim gets fed up with her celebrity, his bright idea to bring her back to home/heel/submission (do choose a word you like here) is to get her pregnant again.
He actually has a moment in the film where he sits at his desk and recalls one of his patients telling him that there is no finer calling in life for a woman than to have a baby.
Okay, then!
While I had three of my own babies, and loved every moment of being pregnant and their early lives and bringing them up to adulthood, I must say that they rank up there with a few other events in my life.

  • My enduring relationship with my husband, now more than 45 years.
  • My enduring relationship with my writing profession, now more than 32 years.
  • And my enduring relationship with my devotion to my intellectual stimulation, now more than...well, let's say...lots of decades!

Doris, you did right by me at the time.  But not all of what you taught us was the whole picture of what a woman can and should become.
On to Rita Hayworth!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Wine, Nibbles, Romance~chance to win this on the blog hop

Win WONDERFUL prizes!
From me, one of you may win my NAPA VALLEY, CALIFORNIA GOODY BAG for a Night of Nibbles, Wine & Romance! Why? Because I believe romance, great food and wine (and great books!) go together!
What's inside this cute Napa Valley California wine bag (which you will reuse forever and a day) are the items to make a night of romance a grand one? 
  •  Cerise DeLand's SANTA, CUTIE story along with others in the anthology print book, MADAME EVE'S ONE NIGHT STAND (Decadent Publishing)
  •  Champagne bottle pressure stopper 
  •  Diva towel from Napa (Just add champagne!)
  •  Napa Festive Food Recipe Cards for Nibbles to go with all things Sparkly
  •  Wine Writer Pen, to personalize wine & glassware gifts

TOTAL VALUE: $59.00 
How to win prizes?
Then, you must answer 40 questions correctly. So this means, you must visit at least 40 authors' websites and find the correct answers to the specific questions for each.  Remember, you need 40 correct answers, so do look at more than that!
Good luck!
Happy Reading!

Friday, April 13, 2012

Spring Break – Sultry, Sublime and Sometimes Scary


When you think of spring break do you think of a bunch of college kids heading to a popular beach resort like Daytona Beach or Fort Lauderdale, Florida and going a little wild? Where did you go on spring break when you were in college? When I lived in South Florida, not far from Ft. Lauderdale Beach, the locals knew NOT to head down the beach during those couple weeks in April. The parking was non-existent, the beaches and walkways were crowded and the restaurants and cafes jammed with tourists and spring breakers. Over the years, it died down and students found other hot spots to invade. 
Here are the most popular spring break hot spots for 2012:

Cancun, Panama City, Fl., Miami, Fl., Europe, Puerto Vallarta, Acapulco, Bahamas and Jamaica, South Padre Island, Texas, Baja (Rosarito Beach, Cabo), and surprisingly some North American and Canadian ski areas are still open for spring skiing. Frankly, with the price of college tuition, I don’t know how students or their parents afford it. I couldn’t when I was in school. I had three part-time jobs and worked every weekend.
If you’re an old movie fan, there are a number of ‘beach party films’ set in Fort Lauderdale, the setting for my novella SPRING BREAK (release date: April 13th at Ellora’s Cave) http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10007-spring-break.aspx

Girl Happy (1965) with Elvis Presley and Shelley Fabares. Rusty (Elvis Presley) and his band head to Ft. Lauderdale from Chicago for their annual spring break gig. Big Frank (Harold Stone) extends their stay so they can keep an eye on his daughter Valerie (Shelley Fabares) in Ft. Lauderdale who is on spring break. Her father thinks Elvis is going to keep Big Frank’s daughter out of trouble. Yeah, right. And Elvis never appears shirtless in this film despite the many pool and beach scenes.
Where the Boys Are (1960) with Connie Francis, is a coming of age story set in Ft. Lauderdale.
There are other films about spring break in other locales. Of course, a few lean toward the teen horror flicks.
Palm Springs Weekend (1963) Connie Steven and Troy Donohue. A boy  in love with the daughter of a police chief. The character names made me laugh: Biff, Boom-Boom, Stretch. Then this was the 1960s.
Spring Break (1983) A couple nerds, wet T-shirt contests, lots of beer and you have an 80s version of spring break. This one is set in Ft. Lauderdale too.
Ruby In Paradise (1993) Ashley Judd in Panama City after spring break, more of a drama.
The Hitcher (2007) teens doing stupid things. A horror flick. A remake of the 1986 flick. Teens on their way to spring break do what your mother tells you never to do: pick up a stranger hitchhiking.
Reno 911!: Miami (2007) A crazy comedy with The Rock as a SWAT agent, a motorcycle cop who wears hot-pants, a prostitute named Terry, ah, too complicated to explain.
Spring Breakdown (2009) Three women who were geeks in college, jump 15 years ahead and go on spring break together.
Piranha (2010) Hard to believe this comedy, horror flick could be considered a spring break film. Richard Dreyfus and Christopher Lloyd are in it. If you’re into the munching on wet teens kind of movie fun, then this one might be for you. Not my type. I did like Jaws, but that’s a classic, and a summer flick.
Have you watched any of these films?
After you’re finished with your film marathon, you might like a sexy, hot read about spring break. If so, I hope you’ll check out my novella, SPRING BREAK. It’s the first of a planned series surrounding a sex club called TropiX. Here’s the blurb:

SPRING BREAK by Kathy Kulig
Ellora’s Cave, April 13th

Spring break beyond your wildest fantasies? If Justin Watkins can stop keeping watch over his college students like Big Brother, he might convince the prim-and-proper Mariko Maguire to be his sex partner at the invitation-only adult club called TropiX.
Mariko is in Fort Lauderdale on business, trying to secure new clients for her PR firm. Abandoning prior commitments for one wickedly lustful evening—a one-night stand of kinky sex—was not on her agenda.

Carter Bosworth is looking for an evening of sex games during his layover in the tropical playground. He’s a regular at TropiX and always open for a new thrill. His plans are sidetracked, but it may be to his benefit after all when he meets the beautiful Mariko. The potent heat developing between Justin and Mariko tempts her into shedding her inhibitions, and an exploration in eroticism develops beyond her imagination at the fetish club.

Thanks so much for having me, Cerise! 
Kathy Kulig
www.twitter.com/kathykulig

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

What I like about my friends

http://sassyseven.com
They are downright funny.
They make me belly laugh.
They like to eat.
And did I mention DRINK? omg.
A lot.
And not just chocolate wine. I mean the hard stuff. Straight, mixed, lots of chasers!
The Sassy 7.
Ah'm just saying.
A hard group of gals to beat.
And each one of us has legs that look like these!
Would I kid you?

Monday, April 2, 2012

Onslaught~New facts about Texas? You need this!

Things You’ll Learn About Texas from Onslaught

Texas is known as the home of cowboys, space travel and oil derricks. Here are a few other things you’ll learn about Texas when you read my latest romantic suspense novel, Onslaught.
The landscape of Texas is so fast and varied that the places where a murderer might hide his victim’s body are almost endless. More information: there almost three hundred major bays and coves along the Texas Gulf Coast, and many of them are used for nefarious as well as recreational purposes.
Texas’ wild alligators don’t seek human prey but they are opportunity feeders that will take advantage of any meat when they are hungry. Additional information: I once took part in a night-time alligator hunt…and was very grateful when we did NOT find the fourteen-footer for which we were looking.
With immigrants from around the world, Texas was settled by many German immigrants during the 19th century. Additional information: Indianola, Texas was the main port of entry for immigrants until it was severely damaged by a hurricane in 1875 and then destroyed by another hurricane in 1886.
Speaking of hurricanes, the residents of small Texas communities pull together to remain prepared all year for the hurricanes and tropical storms that strike the Texas coast. Additional information: during the 20th century, Texas was struck by 36 hurricanes, second only to Florida, and it has the dubious distinction of enduring the deadliest hurricane in U.S. history—the Galveston Hurricane of 1900.
The Texas coast is lined by the Intracoastal Canal, which runs from Brownsville, Texas to Fort Myers, Florida, and many towns and farms had property taken in the 20th century to create this commercial and recreational waterway. Many of those who lost property to the canal also lost direct access to the Gulf of Mexico. Additional information: my own family farm on the Texas coast gave up several acres of land to the canal in the 1950s.
And now for a bit about Onslaught, the book:
In Texas, weather isn’t the only thing that creates storms. Ronnie Clarke would rather wrestle with a difficult spreadsheet all night than walk the floor at 3 a.m. with a fussy baby. But she doesn’t have much choice when her long-missing mother drops a surprise bundle into her arms and then vanishes through the bathroom window of a cheap motel room.
And Ronnie’s mom left one other thing—a life or death warning. She kidnapped Baby Danny to save him from the religious cult leader who wants to sell him to the murderous boss of an illegal drug cartel. Oh, and Danny is Ronnie’s nephew, the son of a sister Ronnie never knew she had.
If all that isn’t trouble enough, the only safe place to hide is in a small town on the Texas Gulf Coast, within easy striking distance of any devastating hurricane that might crop up. Since Ronnie has a phobia about thunderstorms, she’s practically set up for failure. And the handsome—inquisitive—assistant police chief isn’t making her life any easier.
Robberies, drug trafficking, a suspicious fire…for local cop Joshua Dawson, the only thing missing in this assault on his coastal hometown is a hurricane. But it is September—the month for vicious storms—so he’s not betting against one.

Onslaught, a full-length novel by Teri Thackston
Available for $2.99 at:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Onslaught-ebook/dp/B007J5ZJBO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1331558704&sr=8-1

Barnes & Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/onslaught-teri-thackston/1109464560?ean=2940014303620&itm=1&usri=onslaught+thackston

Smashwords (for PDF or other formats): http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/140723 

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Win my WINE & NIBBLES BAG in Spring Fling Blog Hop

Win WONDERFUL prizes!
From me, one of you may win my NAPA VALLEY, CALIFORNIA GOODY BAG for a Night of Nibbles, Wine & Romance! Why? Because I believe romance, great food and wine (and great books!) go together!
What's inside this cute Napa Valley California wine bag (which you will reuse forever and a day) are the items to make a night of romance a grand one: 

  •  Cerise DeLand's SANTA, CUTIE story along with others in the anthology print book, MADAME EVE'S ONE NIGHT STAND (Decadent Publishing)
  •  Champagne bottle pressure stopper 
  •  Diva towel from Napa (Just add champagne!)
  •  Napa Festive Food Recipe Cards for Nibbles to go with all things Sparkly
  •  Wine Writer Pen, to personalize wine & glassware gifts

TOTAL VALUE: $59.00 
How to win prizes?
Go here: http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Pages/springflingdetails.aspx
Then, you must answer 40 questions correctly. So this means, you must visit at least 40 authors' websites and find the correct answers to the specific questions for each.  Remember, you need 40 correct answers, so do look at more than that!
Good luck!
Happy Reading!

Friday, March 30, 2012

Welcome Janice Seagraves and her new book!

Hi, my name is Janice Seagraves. I’m the author of Windswept Shores.
Today I would like to talk to you about “setting the scene” in your stories. Some people call it backdrop, background or setting. 
I set my story on a deserted island in the Bahamas.
“How did you do that?” you might ask.
Easy, by finding out all that I could about the Bahamas, but not using all of it.
I can imagine your reaction, “Huh?”
Well, yes, we don’t want to over whelm our readers now do we?
I broke it down to this: 
1. Color of sea—teal 
          2. Soil—sandy loam, sand, lots and lots of sand
          3. I also had a cliff make entirely of sand stone, more sand!    
          4. What grows in the Bahamas?—anything that grows in a tropical area, including lots of fruit trees.
          5. Fruit trees+fruit=food
          6. Birds—sea birds including sea gulls
          7. bird+eggs=food (just the eggs, mate)
          8. Fish—tropical fish like what you’d see at your local pet store—puffer, lion fish, clown fish.
         9. I used the name of a local sport fish—tarpon, it can get to be five feet in length. Fish=food
        10. Shellfish—mussels, scallops, and conk=food
        11. Dolphin (the mammal kind)—this is fun, they’re spotted!
        12. Weather—wet+rain+windy=tropical!
        13. I used descriptive words for the sea: ocean, waves, swells, and surf.
You get the idea. I mention the weather a lot in my story, until it becomes almost a secondary character.
Here’s how I set the scene in the first chapter:  
Breathing hard, she flicked a glance at the teal-colored sea. She'd thought a vacation to the Bahamas would be the perfect getaway, would be a solution to the problems she and Jonathan had faced. She'd been wrong—dead wrong. Tears of grief filled her eyes. The never-ending crash of the waves on the beach and the cries of the seagulls seemed to mock her with the reminder she was utterly alone.
Here’s a bit about the weather: 
She frowned at her small tent. I don’t really know him well enough to let him sleep in there with me, but what else am I going to do with him? “There’s enough room in my tent for two.”
“Megz, if you’re that uncomfortable I can sleep out here by the fire with the mossies,” he offered. Right on cue, it started to rain. “I don’t suppose you have another tent?”
“That’s the only one that won’t shred in a stiff breeze. I had to make an A-frame around it to make sure it held together. We’ll just have to make do. Give me a moment.” Kicking off her sandals, she slipped inside the tent. 

And more with the weather: 
The pelting rain filled the silence between them. The tent sides heaved in the stiff breeze. Megan stretched-out on her own small pallet. 
He asked, “Ready to catch some Z's?”
Megan turned her small pillow over several times, trying to find the perfect position for sleeping. There never was one. She finally settled. “Yes, unless you want to talk or tell stories?”
“Shall I tell you a yarn?” 
“What kind of story would you like to tell?” she asked, turning to face him.
“It’s something we did at home. I’ll tell a story that may be true or it might not be. That's for you to work out.”
“Kind of like truth or dare?” She tucked her arm under her head. The pillow still didn’t feel comfortable. “Can you tell me about Australia?” 
Thunder boomed outside. 
Megan jumped.  That sounded really close, I hate lightning storms. Maybe Seth's story will take my mind off of it.
***
Okay, now I’ve set the scene. The rest of the story is basically camping out. Growing up my dad really-really liked to fish, so I’ve been literally camping since I was a baby. In fact I almost born at a camp site, but that’s another story.
But it does give me the experience of living out of doors, which is what my characters do in Windswept Shores.
Camp excerpt:
“Great. Follow me.” She pushed aside a bush as she continued up a rise. 
Seth followed, leaning heavily on the stick while he watched the sway of her behind. Her meager campsite was neatly laid out; the paths lined with large shells and stones. To one side a tiny fire blazed, a pot with a fitted lid peeked out from a nest of coals giving a delicious aroma that teased his nose. 
“A camp-oven? I haven’t seen one of those in years. What’s ever ya got in there has to be tasty.” He salivated. His gaze settled on a small A-frame made from lashed palm logs. Then he noticed a zippered closure. “That’s not a tent is it?”
She glanced at the shelter. “We had a few scientists on the plane with us. They had intended to transverse the cays, camping on the beaches while they studied the flora and fauna. Lucky for me their supplies washed ashore. That’s what has helped me survive these past two weeks.” 
“Megz, you’re amazing.”
***
After the scene is set then we can write our story.
Windswept Shores+couple=romance
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Janice’s website: http://janiceseagraves.org/
Janice’s main blog: http://ladyjanice.blogspot.com/