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Friday, February 19, 2010

Honor Thy Neighbor by Valerie J. Patterson


Title: Honor Thy Neighbor
Release Date:  February 2010
Authors: Valerie J. Patterson
Author Website
Publisher: BookStrand
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Genre: Mystery/Romance/Suspense
Blurb: 
When mystery writer Ashlynn Myerson's suspicions about her neighbors begin to mount, her homicide captain husband, Sean, warns her to just steer clear of them. He knows his wife has keen observation skills and a strong interest in becoming a police officer, but Sean's knee deep in an investigation that thrusts him into an undercover assignment when one of his detectives is shot and left for dead. It's not until Ashlynn steps on the wrong toes and is abducted that Sean sees the clue she left for him. He realizes her suspicions of their neighbors and his case are intricately woven together.

The effects of the investigation are far reaching, and the losses could be greater than either Sean or Ashlynn ever thought possible. But Sean will do anything within his power to get his wife back unharmed.
 

Welcome Valerie J. Patterson, it's nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?  
Honor Thy Neighbor 

What is Honor Thy Neighbor all about?  
Honor Thy Neighbor is the first book in the Myerson Mystery Series. It focuses on the husband and wife crime solving duo, Sean and Ashlynn Myerson. A detective under Sean's command is shot while in the line of duty and Sean--the detective with least amount of exposure on the case--goes undercover to solve the case.  He wife, Ashlynn, goes with him, but only as his wife, not as a part of the team.  While Sean is busy with his investigation, Ashlynn begins to get to know the neighbors. That's where the trouble begins. She asks too many questions and the wrong people begin to take notice. When she gets abducted, Sean realizes she stumbled upon something that could actually end her life. The emotional torment that he goes through takes the reader on a journey--Sean's journey--of finding Ashlynn. The book weaves together their personal life and Sean's professional life.  It delves deeply into this unique couple's unstoppable love and unbreakable union.  Plus it has a great mystery and plenty of suspenseful moments!

What was your inspiration?  
I read about an odd case in the newspaper a number of years ago, and the crime just stuck with me. I loosely--and I mean loosely--based this first book on that crime.

Why mystery/suspense with romance? What's the draw?   
I wanted to write about a husband and wife team, but I didn't want it to be just about the mystery. I wanted there to be hot chemistry between them. Just because they're married, it doesn't mean the passion died at the chapel! I think for this team to be so dynamic and so successful, they needed to be really in love with one another. They have to have this unbreakable connection, this strong binding tie so that the reader knows one without the other just won't work. Plus, I love a good mystery. A puzzle you can sink your teeth into and try to unravel as the books progresses.

Tell me, what was your reaction when you received your very first contract to be published? 
Oh, it was bittersweet. My dad was perhaps my biggest fan, the person who most wanted to see my dreams become a reality. I got my first contract for publication a month after he unexpectedly died. He would have been smiling the biggest smile ever had he been here to share in that special moment.

How did you celebrate?  
My husband took me to dinner. But it didn't stop there. He had the book's cover matted and framed along with the press release that appeared in the paper and my first interview.

Now for some fun stuff! February is the month for lovers. What did you and your SO do for Valentine's Day?  
My birthday is February first, so the month is extra special. I always kid my husband that February is my birth month, not day. He usually decorates the house while I'm asleep. I'll wake up to find a banner in the dining room, balloons, many cards and presents, and usually breakfast. If it's possible, he takes me out to lunch. This is all for my birthday! When Valentine's day arrives, I know something special is in store for me. Last year it was a weekend getaway and tickets to the PBR--Professional Bull Riding--which is my absolute favorite sport. He may not admit it, but he's a romantic at heart and I always feel special and very, very loved!

Seriously, do you think chocolates and flowers are the way to a woman's heart?  No, but they sure help pave the way! I think gestures are far more romantic than flowers or chocolates. The breakfast made before I get up. The special dinner, also home cooked without my doing it. The specially selected bottle of wine. The little touches like candles and a card left on the front seat of the car. The little hand-written note attached to the bathroom mirror. Those are the way to a woman's heart. Hands down!


What would be your ultimate Valentine's Day?
Oh, a limousine taking us to the PBR event and back to the hotel would just about make the night perfect! That and a couple autographs and photos with my favorite cowboys! Steve has to be part of it all. Without him, Valentine's day would just be another day on the calendar.

Milk chocolate or dark?  
Both! Solid milk chocolate that melts on my tongue is excellent. Dark chocolate flavored with natural orange is divine!
  
Thank you so much for joining me! Any last moment comments you'd like to add?  This was fun! I enjoyed spending time with you and answering your questions. I think Honor Thy Neighbor is the type of book that stays with you once you've read it. I'd love to hear from any readers who buy the book and read it. Thank you for having me as part of the whole Valentine celebration. I appreciate it very much!


EXCERPT:


Sean rolled over and away from his wife. Her persistence and allure both drove him crazy for different reasons. Married just eight months ago, it quickly became their custom to spend their mornings enjoying their mutual passion... each other. This particular morning, however, began the way the previous evening ended, with the discussion of Ashlynn's desire to attend the police academy.

Sean sighed wearily. "Ashlynn, you seem to have forgotten the fact that you wanted nothing to do with me when you found out what I did for a living. Now, suddenly, you want to become a cop? I don't understand."

"That's because you won't let me finish a sentence. Every time I try to tell you why, you shut me up with your protests."

He tossed back the blankets, swinging his feet to the floor. "I'm taking a shower."

Ashlynn sat up, the sheet falling from her shoulders to reveal her naked torso, healthy and toned. "We haven't made love yet."

Sean turned, his eyes drinking in the view she willingly gave him. His body reacted. Her auburn tresses, unkempt by sleep's beautician, poured over her shoulder, barely covering the firm swell of flesh. Her passion always turned her sultry blue eyes a subtle shade of navy. He couldn't deny he had a beautiful bride "You didn't seem interested." He held his stance despite his body's urging to relent to her sensuality. "You just wanted to talk."

She frowned. "Go take your shower."

He'd played the wrong card. Shrugging, he went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Falling back against the pillows, Ashlynn groaned out loud. The argument he posed brought back memories of the ordeal her half sister, Clara, had put her through.

He'd saved her life. Spared her from certain death. She'd fallen in love with him months before that, but hesitated giving in to her desires because of the danger of his job. Inside the family cemetery, Clara held her at gunpoint. Sean fearlessly, and without second thought, drew Clara's aim to himself and away from Ashlynn. The ensuing events caused her to wonder how easily he put himself in danger through the course of his job.

She shivered, remembering vividly how close she'd come to using the empty grave Clara had opened for her over a year ago.

Feeling the need for Sean's protective embrace, she went into the bathroom, opening the door to the shower stall. When Sean held his arms open, she stepped into the steam and water.

A smile curled on her lips as his arms folded around her, bringing her flush with the hard muscled contours of his six-foot-four body. He buried his face in her hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered before his mouth covered hers.

Their eyes met again. "Each time I remember, I'm reminded that I'm a survivor."

"It only means you're strong."         

Ashlynn shook her head. "It means I've lived through my own personal hell. It means something so terrible touched my life that I had to choose between surviving and being eaten alive. I can't close my eyes some nights without my mind replaying that night from beginning to end."

She felt his embrace tighten, knowing he'd gladly make her nightmares his own.

He nuzzled her ear. "I love you."

She pulled away from him, hoping he'd see the tears on her lashes as drops of water from the shower. Searching his dark brown eyes, she saw the truth there. "You always know what to say."

Sean grinned. "You always amaze me."

"I don't suppose we still have time?"

Reluctantly, he shook his head. "I have an early meeting."

She frowned.

He grinned. "I'll make it up to you this evening."

"How?"

"Dinner and."

"dancing?"

"You mean dessert."

"After dancing comes dessert."

"You should be giving in to me," he said.

She tilted her head, looked up at him, and watched as his resolve wore thin.

"I give up," Sean proclaimed. "You win. Dinner, dancing, and dessert."

She pushed the envelope further. "And the police academy?"

"Is not accepting applications," he said, reaching around her to turn off the water.

Ashlynn allowed the subject to drop, following her husband out of the shower. Playfully, she swatted his backside. "Nice tush."

"Is that all you like?"

She shrugged. "I could have answered that question without words, but you said you didn't want to be late for your meeting."

"Just what I needed, preoccupation."

"You could have had something much better than preoccupation...me." 



Sunday, February 14, 2010


Title: Hot Damn!
Release Date: 14 February 2010
Authors: H.C.Brown
Author Website
Publisher: Noble Romance
Buy Link: www.nobleromance.com
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance


Blurb:
Returning to Vine Mountain Winery, Australia after an absence of six years, Michael Slone is shocked to discover his homophobic father has made an impossible condition to his will. The requirement he marries before inheriting $27.5 million. However, Michael is in lust with Jess Durum, will he take the money or the man?



Welcome  H.C.Brown, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
Hot Damn! 

What is Hot Damn! all about?
It's a Valentine's Day romance, about two lovers torn apart because of jealousy.

What was your inspiration?
The absurdity of people whose goal in life is to destroy/change others because they are different.

Why M/M Erotic Romance? What’s the draw?
It's one of many genres I enjoy writing. I see my gay friends suffer because they love each other. I try to aim my stories to show this prejudice from their side. In truth, my great love is paranormal/fantasy, I like to build a world where I can dream. I strive to create places and characters readers believe exist.

Tell me, what was your reaction when you received your very first contract to be published?
I cried. Did the Happy Dance . . . still do with every contract.

How did you celebrate?
First one - I went out to dinner.

Now for some fun stuff! February is the month for lovers. What will and your SO do for Valentine’s Day?
My husband is very romantic. He makes me breakfast and we don't get up 'till noon. 

Seriously, do you think chocolates and flowers are the way to a woman’s heart?
Hell yeah!

What would be your ultimate Valentine’s Day? 
Walk on the beach (it's summer here in Australia) then a nice dinner with the man I love.

Milk chocolate or dark?
Milk.

Thank you so much for joining me! Any last moment comments you’d like to add?
My Purr-fect Alphas (2nd in the Pride Brothers series) Paranormal Erotic Romance is due for release on 15 February from Noble Romance.
A Long, Hot, Delicious Slide – M/M Urban Fantasy- 2 February published by Noble Romance. Thank you for having me today. 

Hot Damn! (Excerpt)
Mike clenched his teeth and moved toward the ladder. Avoiding Jess's smoldering gaze, he climbed up and peered inside the massive aluminum vat. Satisfied and impressed with the new technology, he climbed down. As he descended, Jess's full delectable mouth, directly opposite his cock, made it grow at light speed. It pressed against his jeans, giving no doubt to his instant arousal.
He swallowed hard then jumped down the remaining steps. Jess's cobalt eyes met his and he noticed the vein pumping rapidly in his neck. Hot damn, he wanted him, wanted to touch that smooth bronzed skin, bite that throbbing vein, slide over his damp flesh, and taste every wickedly delicious part of him. The sexual tension between them was killing him, but there was just no way he would get involved with a bi-sexual. Sharing all that tanned silky flesh with a woman―no fucking way.
At the bottom of the ladder, they stood face to face; it was as if time stood still. Mike watched the pupils of Jess's eyes dilate, deepening cobalt to indigo twilight. He trembled, when Jess's brown calloused hands closed over his own, still clinging to the ladder. Sunlight streamed through the open door burnishing the curled ends of Jess's hair. The warm scent of him poured over Mike, trapping his breath in his throat. He licked his bottom lip and trembled at Jess's slow smile. Abruptly pulling away, he coughed, pulling up sharp when Jess's hand closed around his arm.
"I know you're attracted to me; it's obvious. You get hard every time I get close and I know you wanted me before you left for France. What's your problem?" Jess demanded standing so close, the heat from his body seeped through Mike's thin cotton shirt.
Mike hesitated then lifted his gaze. "I'm not into bi's."
"Ah, so old Bluey got to you, did he? I must be one fine actor if I fooled you too. Truth is, this stud bull has never mounted any of those cows. I prefer riding a nice tight ass." He whispered, resting his hand on Mike's left buttock.
Worried that someone might pass by and see them, Mike dragged him into the chemical mixing room and slammed the door shut. Inside, the air-conditioner hummed as it circulated cool air in the small, darkened room.
"Don't touch me like that in public; you never know who's watching."
Liquid fire ran through him when Jess cupped his aching shaft and slanted his head to run his tongue across his lips. He leaned into his solid strength and opened his mouth to his demanding kiss. Lord, he tasted like peppermint, sweet, delicious; he wanted to drink him, suck on his tongue. Moaning as Jess pulled away.  he sighed when Jess's fingers swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper. His cock sprang free, at once encircled by Jess's rough palm.
"Am I that obvious?"
"Ah, huh, your fucking balls must be bursting. Let me see if I can make that better," he said dropping to his knees and taking Mike's shaft into his hot wet mouth.
Fisting Jess's gold streaked mane, Mike rocked into his mouth in a sensual rhythm. He moaned when Jess nibbled, and sucked using just the right pressure.
Deep molten heat pooled in his groin, drawing his balls up so tight he wanted to scream. He rocked his hips as Jess moved up and down his shaft and swirled his tongue over the sensitive tip, driving him to the stars. He had no control, his mind insisted he linger, to enjoy the tantalizing slide down Jess's hot throat, the scrape of his teeth, the swipe of his blistering tongue. Mike's legs trembled and when Jess reached up to tickle his balls, he bucked, knees weak and emptied in long satisfying spurts deep in his throat. Shivering with euphoria, he pressed down on Jess's broad shoulders and watched him lick him clean. He smiled down at him returning Jess's satisfied grin.
 

Title: Tales of the Red Moon Clan
Release Date: February 14, 2010 
Authors: Chérie De Sues
Author Website 
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Buy Link
Genre: Paranormal/Suspense/Romance


Blurb:
Neol is a bounty hunter, who shims into a cougar to save Assistant D.A., Sara Hughes from certain death. As a team of ruthless killers keep them moving through the Oregon forest by day—by night under the full moon, passion rules their hearts. Sara thinks bounty hunters are brutal loners who stretch the law she’s sworn to uphold. But no one can hunt, track and protect Sara, like a Navajo Medicine Man from the Red Moon Clan.       

Welcome Chérie De Sues, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
Hello Rie, thanks for inviting me today. Noble Romance has just released, "Tales of the Red Moon Clan" and the book sizzles...

What is Tales of the Red Moon Clan all about?
The heart of the story is what one very special man is willing to do to protect and love his one true mate. Neol is a Navajo Medicine Man, who inherits the abilities of a shape-shifter from his grandfather before he dies. Sara is an assistant DA who runs into dangerous men who want her dead for what she knows. Pulling Sara into the rough Oregon forest is the only way to protect her. Neol and Sara's struggles, and passion really heat up the novel.

What was your inspiration?
I have a deep respect for the Native Americans of our continent. Their personal struggle to survive and succeed inspires me. My father used to take me to different Native American reservations when I was a child and I love to attend Pow Wow's. Using Navajo legends, and after a great deal of research, I found an agreeable fusion of bounty hunter and traditional Navajo. Their culture is most seductive.

Why mix paranormal and suspense? What’s the draw?
I enjoy the "what if" when I write. Paranormal allows me enough leeway to put a little punch into the storyline. Suspense is necessary for me. I don't think I'm capable of writing a non-suspenseful plot. The story must hold my attention and Tales of the Red Moon Clan did that to the last page, the last word. Now I'm ready to write two more stand-alone stories with Navajo heroes and strong-willed women who capture their hearts.


Tell me, what was your reaction when you received your very first contract to be published?
I opened my email and my pulse raced, I had erratic breaths and I started jumping up and down. "I'm published, I'm published…" Then I began the editing process and got serious really fast. LOL.


How did you celebrate?
My son made me dinner one night and then my friends took me to dinner and we drank wine…lots and lots of wine! I've been celebrating my success ever since.


Now for some fun stuff! February is the month for lovers. What will and your SO do for Valentine’s Day?
Okay, I'm without an SO currently…but, I'm going out with girlfriends and we plan to hit San Diego with an attitude. Our city is crawling with Navy SEAL's, Army, Marines and Air Force. I can't imagine NOT having a good time. Maybe I'll meet someone fabulous and have someone to brag about with my next novel…sigh.


Seriously, do you think chocolates and flowers are the way to a woman’s heart?
They certainly don't hurt. Any woman, whether she eats chocolate or not deserves one of those big heart shaped boxes in pinks and red. I like white flowers or pink roses if anyone is listening. Smile. How can a woman not be warmed, by the time and thought a man puts into a gift, no matter how small?

What would be your ultimate Valentine’s Day? 
I've spent great Valentine Days doing things like skiing, boating or going off to warm places for a little sunshine. But with the right man, a fireplace, music and finger foods works for me. I lean toward rugged, big men with rakish smiles and an "all male" charm. I'm easy…don't tell anyone.


Milk chocolate or dark?
Oooh. Dark.


Thank you so much for joining me! Any last moment comments you’d like to add?
If anyone would like to read an excerpt or see the book video trailer, go to my website. Go to the page "Videos" or "Excerpts". I hope you enjoy your visit. Thank you for the interview, Rie. 


Tales of the Red Moon Clan (Excerpt) 
Eyes forward, she smoothed down her long hair and gripped her briefcase a little tighter. With a forced a smile she didn't feel, Sara reached the door and waited while a swarthy man looked her over. She bristled when his focus settled on her full breasts.
 
"You got ID lady?"
 
The doorman lisped badly from a missing front tooth. Sara gave him an icy stare.
 
"I'm here to see Mr. Daniel's."
 
"He knows you're coming tonight?" His pitted face showed interest.
 
"Yes." Her brazen statement could be true—she'd left several messages, had warned Daniels of her pending arrival. She fished around her briefcase and pulled out her wallet, then flashed her Oregon State driver's license.
 
"The stairs are all the way in the back; he's up there. First room on the left. His name’s on the door. Ya can't miss it." He smiled, showing rotten teeth, then exhaled his noxious breath and her stomach roiled.
 
"Thank you." Holding her breath, Sara walked into the dingy, smoke-filled bar, counting four infractions in the first ten seconds. She turned her gaze away from the women writhing against the brass poles and the drooling men shoving bills into the dancers’ flimsy G-strings.
 
She sighed, wondering if she could feel any more out of place, dressed as she was in her soft pink designer suit and high heels. She quickened her pace, moving through the large square room with her gaze pinned on the back wall. Sara's heartbeat rivaled the pounding drumbeat of the AC/DC's number blaring from the speakers and her mouth went dry.
 
Men from all sides intentionally bumped her and someone grabbed her ass. She used her briefcase like a shield, warding off undesired attention. One man stretched out a hand to touch her breast and she turned sharply away, only to slam head-on into a solid, muscular barrier. Soft whimpers of fear left her lips as two strong hands grabbed her arms and pushed her roughly against the wall next to the men's room.
 
Dazed by the sudden jolt, she dropped her briefcase as warm sweet breath from the stranger fanned her face. Sara looked up quickly into feral amber eyes piercing straight through her and her body quivered at their ferocity. He pushed with his thighs and tight abs against her thin suit and she gasped at the intimate contact.
 
He locked her firmly against him. Sara tried to pull away as he leaned close to her ear. Her heart beat wildly, she inhaled the scent of rain and spice mixed with the heat of his body. 

 "You may have just cost me my bounty, so now you're going to help me get my leverage back." The deep, seductive voice had an undertone like an animal's growl and her lower lip trembled.
 
"Get off me." She struggled, but he was too strong.
 
He flashed her a smug smile then looked away, studying the men coming and going from the men's room. She had a funny feeling she'd seen him before. He seemed familiar. Maybe at the courthouse?
 
The darkness veiled him in shadow and she stopped struggling; her movements only made her more acutely aware of his body pressing against hers. Breathing hard, Sara followed his gaze as he tensed.
 
A tall, bulky man with a dark beard and red hunting cap came out of the bathroom. Her captor dipped his head and his mouth came down to hers. His kiss moved invasively with passion, as if reuniting with an old lover—all hunger and need. Her palms went to his chest to push him away. He nipped her lower lip and a spark ignited within her.
 
Her rational mind understood the kiss had been a ploy—a cover he’d used to avoid attracting attention. But the heat they’d generated surprised her, made her unsteady on her feet, and she gripped his shirt to regain her balance. His hands slid down her arms to her hips. He pulled her against his rock hard arousal and his mouth slowed its assault. He seemed to be enjoying the taste and feel of her and worse, she'd begun to kiss him back.
 
Sara didn't remember reaching around his neck and fisting her fingers in his thick black hair. Her moan didn't vibrate against his lips, further inflaming him with desire. He pulled back sharply with a cocked brow, but then looked over his shoulder, obviously seeking out the man for whom he'd orchestrated this little charade.
 
She looked in the opposite direction, trying to slow her breathing and heart rate. In the back of the room, she saw the bearded man going out the exit door. To salvage what little pride she may have left, Sara pointed in that direction. “He’s leaving.”
 
Her captor’s eyes glowed amber as they followed her hand. "Consider us even."
 
He backed away with a rakish smile, his strange mesmerizing gaze gliding over her curves before he headed out the back.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Ghosts Of Valentines Past by Rie McGaha

Title: Ghosts Of Valentines Past
Author: Rie McGaha
Author Website
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Buy Link
Genre: Sweet Romance/Humor/Holiday

Blurb:
Since finding a pair of thong panties in her fiancees car the day before their wedding, Twyla doesn't believe in all that sappy happily ever after hearts and chocolates stuff anymore. Now it's Valentine's Day and her roommate is getting ready for her date and just won't quit with all the lovey-dovey crap! All Twyla wants to do is curl up in bed with a drink, an old movie, and her cat so she can forget all about Valentine's Day. That's just what she does--until a few ghosts show up to remind her love might be worth a second chance.


EXCERPT:



“What was that?” Twyla jumped at the strange noise and swung her feet off the bed and into her slippers. There it was again. Picking up a baseball bat she kept behind the door for just this purpose, she tiptoed out of her room to investigate. Careful not to make a noise, she went down the hall and peered around the doorjamb into the dimly lit living room. “Annie, is that you?” But her roommate didn’t respond.
Twyla listened for any sound an intruder might make, and then heard a crash
that sounded like glass breaking on the kitchen floor. Mustering all her courage,
she raised the bat above her head and rushed into the kitchen.
“I’ve called the police so you better get out before they arrive.” A fleeting
thought wondering why she hadn’t called the police before investigating went
quickly through her mind. Shaking it off, Twyla stopped mid-stride, bat
overhead and her mouth opened.
“Do you know how many times a year I hear the ol’ 'I’ve called the police
routine?' You’d think you mortals had the words wired into your brains or
something.”
Twlya wrinkled her brow and stared. The woman sitting at the dining table
reminded her of some starlet from the 1940’s with her platinum blond hair piled
on her head. Loose curls framed her face. She wore a sheer negligee that didn’t
even begin to cover her ample bosom. She lounged on the dining room table
with her bare legs draped across the tabletop as if she were posing for a
magazine. Between two slender fingers, nails painted with bright red polish, she
held a cigarette on a long filter; in the other hand, she held the bottle of rum from
Twyla’s cupboard.
“Not the talkative kind, huh? Well, that’s good. We have a lot of ground to cover
and the less yapping you do, the quicker we’ll get this over with. Come on.” The
woman stood and puffed on her cigarette.
Twyla finally found her voice—barely. “Wh-who are you?”
The woman wrinkled her nose, then exhaled as if she was losing her patience, or
never had any to begin with. “You don’t recognize me? Well, it has been
sometime, but I thought you, of all people, would remember me.”
“Wh-why would I know you?”
“You used to say you wanted to be just like me when you grew up. Of course,
you were only eight years old when I died.”
The baseball bat fell from Twyla’s hands and bounced off her foot before rolling
across the floor. “Ouch. Damn it.” Twyla bent to grab her toes with one hand
while balancing against the doorframe with the other. “Crap, that hurts,” she
said to herself and glanced up at the woman. “Aunt Polly? How can you…you’re
d-d-dead.”
“Don’t I know it. And this is my punishment for all those hearts I broke. In order
to get to heaven, I have to do good deeds and bring true love together here on
earth, yadda, yadda, yadda,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“True love? What's that got to do with me?”
“You. Shane. Ring a bell?”
“Oh, no.” Twyla shook her head and put a hand up as if to defend herself. “That
was not true love, could never be true love and will never be true love.”
“Then why were you going to marry him?”
“A momentary lapse of reason, but fortunately, I came to my senses just in time.”
“Bullshit. Come with me.” One moment, Polly was lounging at the table and the
next, she stood next to Twyla and took her by the hand. “We’ve got a couple of
places to visit.”
“What? Where? Who?”
“I’m the ghost of Valentine’s Days past and I’m here to show you why you act
like a stubborn ass.”
“Me, a stubborn ass? I am not.”
“Whatever.” With that, they disappeared from the kitchen and then reappeared
in another kitchen. “Look familiar?”
Twyla looked around. “This is my house. The house I grew up in before my
parents divorced.” Twyla walked slowly through the room, touching objects
she’d all but forgotten.

“Mama. Daddy.”

Twlya spun around at the sound of the child’s voice in time to see herself run
into the kitchen and head straight for the cookie jar. “That’s me.”
“Yes. You were eight years old.”
“Can she, um, I mean, me—can she see us?”
Polly shook her head. “No, we are just ghosts, unseen by anyone else.”
Eight-year-old Twyla stuffed a cookie in her mouth, grabbed one in each hand
and ran out of the room. Twyla looked at Polly. “Can we follow her?’
“That’s what we’re here for.”


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Friday, February 12, 2010

To Save Emmy by Patricia Pellicane


Title: To Save Emmy
Release Date: February 15, 2010
Author: Patricia Pellicane
Publisher: Total-e-bound
Genre: historical erotica
Blurb: 
She wanted the one thing he couldn't give.
It was only a favor, after all, but Nick couldn't believe his best friend could ask him for that.
Lady Emily Redford has asked her best friend for pointers on how to make love. He is astonished at the request. Why ask him? She is recently widowed. Why doesn't she know?
Emily explains she is about to take on a completely new lifestyle. She will be taking lovers. Horrified, he asks why not simply marry again? Only Emmy isn't interested in the holy state. Nick is aghast upon realising not only is she about to take lovers but her first is the worst rake in all of 
London.
Nick cannot allow it. He must save her from herself, but who will save him?
Welcome Patricia, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
Thanks for having me, Rie. My newest title is To Save Emmy and believe me this one really does sizzle!
What is To Save Emmy all about?
The story is about a young widow who is sick of her prim and proper lifestyle. She wants to live before it’s too late and she means really live!
Her best friend Nick is an eligible bachelor. He has a mistress and thinks nothing of it. Emmy wants at least as much. She’s willing to sacrifice almost anything to get it. Emmy is planning an affair with a rogue. One problem, the man she married preferred boys to her. She’s still a virgin. Emmy never told a soul, but is sure to be found out if she doesn’t do something about it and quick. She asks Nick to do her a favor. She’s to meet the man at the end of the week. She needs his help.
Nick is horrified. Why would she want lessons in the art of lovemaking from him? She was married. Doesn’t she know?
What was your inspiration?
Most of the time when I’m doing dishes, the most boring job in the world, the ideas just come. Nothing that I know of inspired me this time. Just letting my thoughts go.
Why historical erotica? What’s the draw?
I don’t know. I just love history. I’m sure I’d hate it if I had to live in an era where there’s no electric, no phones, TV or cars, along with doctors that know little more than nothing and no meds. Still there’s a certain romance about it that defies logic.
 Tell me, what was your reaction when you received your very first contract to be published?
My very first was a blast. My house was, as always at that time, filled with people. There was my husband, five of my six kids, my sister and her little boy. He was about three. I got a phone call from my agent at the time. Actually it was from Mary lee. She worked for my agent and since then we’ve become good friends. She tells me there was a bid on my book. Now she said bid instead of offer because the agent worked primarily with script writers and when they get an offer it’s from a producer and called a bid, which holds the work for a year, etc, etc.
So there’s a racket in the background when I answer the phone. Far be it for anyone in my family to shut-up when someone’s on the phone! Somehow I heard what she said. My blood is pumping like I’ve run a mile in 10. I can hardly hear. So real politely I say, “Oh, could you hold on for a minute?” I didn’t wait for her answer. I put my hand over the part you talk into and screamed out, “I got a bid on my book!”
Total silence. Then everyone started yelling at the same time. My kids are dancing. My sister runs out and buys champagne. She’s back in seconds or minutes, I have no idea. Everything was a blur. So I get back on the phone and Mary Lee is laughing. To my embarrassment she says, “Do you know if you cover the part of the phone you talk into and scream loud enough you can be heard through the ear piece?” So that was my class act reaction to my first acceptance. Since then I’ve managed to calm down a bit.
 How did you celebrate?
We celebrated by drinking champagne. I don’t like it too much so I switched to my regular cognac along with a hot cup of coffee. No cooking that night. We ordered out. My husband doesn’t drink at all, so what was left in our glasses wasn’t noticed…by us. Can’t say as much for my kids or my nephew. They had themselves a party and I never noticed the glasses were suddenly empty, until my sister’s little boy couldn’t stand up and kept smiling, sorta like he was drunk. Duh.
Terrible parents. My only excuse was I was delirious with excitement.
Later that week we went out to a nice restaurant. No kids, and nobody got drunk.
Now for some fun stuff! February is the month for lovers. What do you and your SO do for Valentine’s Day?
We go out to dinner. Not necessarily on Valentine's Day, if it’s a workday, but the following week-end and top off the evening with something private, but very nice. And I’m not telling you what.
Seriously, do you think chocolates and flowers are the way to a woman’s heart?
God, chocolates sure are. You can give me rag weed tied in horse hair, if you give me chocolate covered caramels with it.
What would be your ultimate Valentine’s Day?  
Did you get a look at the cover for Sophie’s Pleasure? Lord help us! How about a little time with that guy? And it doesn’t much matter what we do as long as we do it while he’s dressed like that!
Milk chocolate or dark?
Milk and creamy delicious. Symphony bars are excellent, but now made in Mexico. That’s a pet peeve. No more buying from American companies who bring their manufacturing out of the country.  Ghirardelli chocolates, Dove, I could go on but I’m gaining weight as I speak.
Thank you so much for joining me! Any last comments you’d like to add?
Just like to let everyone know, Happy Birthday Baby is coming out in March from Total-e-bound and Heat Flash from Resplendence. Both are erotic historicals.
Thank you Rie
Hope everyone has a great Valentine's Day and happy reading.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

When The Bluebird Calls by Leiland Dale

Title: When The Bluebird Calls
Release Date: February 6, 2010
Authors: Leiland Dale      
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Publisher: Silver Publishing 
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Genre: Gay Erotic, Western Cowboy, Contemporary Romance
Blurb:
Devon Reid, veterinarian, had a partner of 2 years, a beautiful house, and a fantastic job.  Then, life as he knew it, changed. Six months ago, he became his mother's sole caretaker when her cancer returned.  With his constant absence from home, his relationship ends leaving him alone in one of the most emotionally draining points in his life.  When his mother passes, he is lonely and loses his zest for life.With his emotions and life in turmoil, Devon decides it's time to make a change. Leaving the city life behind and taking a job in a small town in Montana, was just what the doctor ordered.  Then he meets hunky ranch foreman, Greg Elliot.

Greg has lived most of his life on a ranch. Living in a small town didn't offer many prospects for a relationship, until he meets the new veterinarian in town. While they try to resist the obvious mutual attraction, a fateful call during the night changes it all.
What is a city boy to do when a small town cowboy ropes him in?



Welcome Leiland, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
My latest release is When the Bluebird Calls, the first book in the Heart of the Mountain series.


What is When the Bluebird Calls all about?
When the Bluebird Calls is about a veterinarian, Devon Reid, who lost his
mother and in the process, his long-term boyfriend. In order for him to deal with his losses, he packs up everything to start over and moves to a small ranch town where he meets the sexy ranch foreman, Greg Elliot. Although, they are instantly attracted to one another, they both have their own pasts to work through before they can truly move on and be in a relationship together.

What was your inspiration?
I’m a cowboy lover! I think cowboys are very adventurous and I see them as being on the wild side. These are the two things I am not. Writing When the Bluebird Calls, was my way of being adventurous and living on the wild side.


Why gay erotic romance? What’s the draw?
There’s nothing hotter than two men getting it on…..three is just sizzling! Besides that, for me it’s about showing that a man doesn’t always need to be macho, that a man is allowed to have feelings and express them.


Tell me, what was your reaction when you received your very first contract to be published?
I’m actually a self-published author, nevertheless, it was still scary publishing my own work. I felt over the moon when I had my first sale and when I received my first review it was an excellent one! I was totally overwhelmed that my book was so well received by readers and the reviewer. Though I must say, I couldn’t have made it this far without two people, Reese and another friend that does my editing.


How did you celebrate?
I phoned my family members and did a jiggle dance. LOL, unfortunately I was in the mists of writing my next book so there wasn’t much time for more celebration.


Now for some fun stuff! February is the month for lovers. What will you and your SO do for Valentine’s Day?
Hmm…is this a trick question? Actually, I’m not attached at the moment. I’m a very romantic person so when I do have an SO, I normally treat them with a very romantic evening and a candle light dinner and then some…..loving on Valentine’s Day.


Seriously, do you think chocolates and flowers are the way to a woman’s heart?
I wouldn’t know, but they sure are to mine. All jokes aside, I think it all depends on person to person. The romantics would say it’s the sentiment that counts.


What would be your ultimate Valentine’s Day? 
Hmm…I’d love to spend it with one of my cowboys, have a picnic, go to the movies and end the evening with a romantic candle light dinner at home, which I cooked, and spend the rest of the evening lying in front of the fireplace. If I can’t have my cowboy, I’d have Robert Pattinson or Taylor Lautner any day.


Milk chocolate or dark?
Definitely milk chocolate. I have a very sweet tooth!


Thank you so much for joining me! Any last moment comments you’d like to add? 
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