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Friday, May 28, 2010

The Right Words by Becky Moore

Title: The Right Words
Author: Becky Moore
Release Date: May 5, 2010
Publisher: XoXo Publishing
Genre: Sexy/Contemporary/Romance

Blurb: Blurb:
Jane Porter’s life is all about fiction, but when it comes to dealing with her inconsiderate upstairs tenant, she’s all business. The cuffs are off when her noisy neighbor jolts her out of a sound sleep with a cacophony of banging thuds and her erstwhile favorite workout musicians, the Ramones. Imagine her surprise to find the offending party is not her flighty neighbor, Amber … but a sizzling, melt-your-panties Adonis, Lucas Moore.

Discouraged when a recurrent nightmare drives Lucas from another sleepless night, he figures a hard run is the perfect physical distraction to help him get back to sleep. But half an hour into his groove, pounding on the door stops him in his tracks. Who knew opening it would change the course of his life. Yet, one look at the breath-taking woman demanding entrance put his whole body on alert—and a serious strain on his self-imposed celibacy.   

Can a dangerous, ex-government agent and a friendly, outgoing writer have anything in common other than combustible physical attraction? And when the flames of passion are banked, can Lucas and Jane trust the tentative bond they’re building beyond the bedroom? Sometimes, the right words can make all the difference in the world. 

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Becky. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release? 
The Right Words. 

What is The Right Words all about? 
The Right Words, ultimately, is a book about hope. Hope for a happy life, for a future that’s worth living, and for finding love. For Jane, an optimist by nature, she’s burned out from years on the road as a travel journalist. When faced with a sudden dose of reality—the murder of her sister—Jane realizes there’s more to life than chasing the next story. So she comes back to North Carolina, to the beautiful family homestead she inherited from her grandmother, to start the second phase of her life. 

Lucas finds his way to North Carolina for a completely different type of respite—his from a decade of dangerous work as an undercover agent with a handful of government agencies. He’s seen one too many senseless murders, turned one too many heads, taken on one too many stains on his soul. His latest assignment with a Columbian drug cartel is especially hard to forget since bringing it down meant snapping his flexible undercover morals. 

Jane needs somebody to love, somebody who’s worth taking a chance on. Lucas needs somebody to love him, somebody he can be himself with. Theirs is a match made in heaven. 

That sounds like a wonderful and poignant love story. How did you come up with the idea? 
I, myself, am an eternal optimist. Nine times out of ten I look for the silver lining on the cloud. I’m always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, and a second chance. In my day-to-day world, I write grants and lobby the NC General Assembly for funding for individuals living with HIV/AIDS. I’ve learned through years of working with people who should have made a better decision that the one thing they need is the one thing they can’t get: a second chance to go back and choose more wisely. I think that concept is universal. 

Second chances aren’t always dependent on a single moment in time, either. Sometimes a second chance can be like hitting the reset button … and that’s what both Jane and Lucas do in The Right Words. They hit their reset buttons. But because I’m an optimist AND a romantic, I put them on a path where they were sure to run into each other, and navigate their new lives together.  

This is your first published work, which must be very exciting for you. What was it like for you to write your first book and get published? 
Oh, my, it was like pulling a diamond ring out of a Cracker Jacks box. It was so surreal, checking my e-mail the day after Christmas while my husband and son were playing Guitar Hero upstairs. I was in a hurry because my turn was coming up, but I was looking for a note from a friend in Arizona. The note from XOXO Publishing showed up in my inbox as I was pushing my chair back to get up. Something made me check one more time before getting up, so I opened the message. I had to read it twice to process it, then I whooped and ran upstairs to tell the boys. Exciting is so true, but such an understatement!  

What are you working on now? 
Well, I’ve signed a contract for my second book, The Penalty Box, which will be released in a couple of weeks, and at home I’m putting the finishing touches on two books that I’ve worked on finishing in tandem: The Ice Storm, and Mine By Design. I’ve also written about half of the next story that’ll be part of a trilogy helmed by The Penalty Box, about a fictitious hockey team in Raleigh NC.  

You mentioned your evil day job earlier, and given your occupation, how do you find time to write? 
I do have an evil day job, but sheer force of will and a hope for a successful, long career as a novelist keep me going. The need to stay busy all the time helps, otherwise I get bored and crabby. My mind never rests, so I find that working out plots and characters keeps me focused. When I have down time, I’m late and flaky, both of which get on the nerves of my husband and son. 

Is there something in particular that sparks you to write something new? 
I like to think of myself as a keen observer of life, a fact that has driven my mother crazy most of my life. I don’t miss much, and the more unusual and memorable, the better. The strangest person in the craziest get-up with the weirdest situation will always pick me out of a crowd. It used to freak me out, but as I’ve gotten older, I appreciate a truly unique individual, and individual situation. 

In the real world—outside of romance, that is—I work with a non-profit organization to find funding for individuals living with HIV/AIDS. My agency focuses specifically on those who are living below the Federal poverty level, are chronically homeless, and who are often suffering from mental health and substance issues … the truly disenfranchised. I was raised to observe the world and take a stand when I notice something or someone who needs help, to be a voice for the voiceless. My professional history is in marketing and public relations, but about five years ago I switched from the corporate world to the non-profit realm, where every second of the work day is occupied with an arduous task. It’s exciting, and often tiring, but necessary. 

I’ve always been a storyteller, and attracted to the story around me—my work with this current population appeals to me on so many different levels. I’m drawn to our clients who, on the surface, are gruff and dirty, wearing worn clothes and a general unkept manner, yet who were once college professors or company CEOs. The mothers who choose a quick way to make a buck, knowing their actions are unsafe, to keep their electricity on and children fed speak to me. I like to see the world through their eyes, and find the story that they’re living. Everybody has something to tell, something to contribute. As a writer, I try to capture that idea and turn out a good story.  

I’m honored to tell the story of the characters and lives I’ve created in my mind. I love pairing unlikely people together, and I love putting them in unusual settings. Being able to make my readers think … to view the world from a different view … is important to me. And, if I can put a happy ending on it, then all right.

What do your family and friends think about you being a published author? 
They’re absolutely thrilled for me. I have a great support network at home, thankfully, and they’re all so involved in my imagination and aspirations to become a successful novelist. I’m already a seasoned storyteller … and they share my thoughts that if I can work as a productive novelist, I will have realized my greatest dreams. They’re all so fun about my genre, too, and my poor husband gets a good ribbing from the guys at work. I just tell him, “wait until they read my stories … they’ll be jealous their wives don’t have such an active imagination.” My mother tells me that she just pretends that she doesn’t know the author; although she’s a lifelong romance reader, she’d prefer not to think about where my husband falls into the reality or fantasy of my characters. 

It’s May-did you celebrate Cinco De Mayo? 
For the last few years, since my son was in the third grade, we’ve tried to have some type of traditional Mexican fare for dinner. My son’s 12 now, and he’s really interested in different world cultures, so Cinco de Mayo is a great opportunity to have a little history with our dinner. Everyone at my house loves an underdog story, so the Mexican Army’s unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla is an exciting story. I think worldliness begins at home, and educating our son about history is a great refresher for me and the mister! 

Dos Equis or Corona? 
Dos Equis, although I’m more of a Stella Artois or Red Stripe kind of gal. 

Speaking of Cinco De Mayo, have you ever been to Mexico? 
No, but I’ve wanted to go since I was a kid … too many episodes of Fantasy Island and talk of Puerto Vallarta.  

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know? 
Well that’s a loaded question! But aside from sharing my Secret Squirrel real-world identity, I’m excited for your readers to check out my book. I have a second novel, The Penalty Box, coming out this summer with XOXO Publishing about hockey. I’ve planned it to be the first in a trilogy. I think it’s a great story, too! One final note: make sure you check out all of the books at XOXO Publishing. It may be a newer publisher, but it’s a powerhouse of great stories. 

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from The Right Words 
Sure … Here you go! 

   Jane Porter squeezed her goose down pillow tighter around her head to try and block out the incessant pounding and blaring tunes of The Ramones coming from the efficiency apartment in her attic. She’d only gotten into bed two hours ago and, until the cacophony of sounds started, she was enjoying the blissful after-effects of her migraine medicine kicking in. Three songs in, however, the pain was beating out the remedy.
   “Shut up!”
   Oh, God. She flipped onto her stomach, groaning, and resettled the pillow to try and drown out the sounds. I deserve a medal, she thought. Maintaining her fledgling camaraderie with her flighty neighbor, Amber Taylor, was going to kill her … or cause her brain to melt down. Even on good, migraine-free days it was difficult at best to get along with that Barbie-bimbo—a self-centered, high maintenance, whiner of a slut who thought the world revolved around her and that any male within sight or scent of her should fall to their knees to worship her greatness. Jane snorted at the picture that popped into her mind of Amber standing spread-eagled at the front of the kindergarten class she taught, with one of the dads sitting on his knees going down on her, and the shocked expressions on the kids faces. Eww.
   She groaned again, irritated that she was letting the pain was drowning out her patience. Jane found it was best to not dwell on how much she hated Amber; it made it easier to live with her.
   But the pounding music was making her rethink her decision to open her home to a roommate. It was getting harder and harder to remind herself that she wanted the hustle and bustle of another living soul in the house with her.
   When her grandmother died last Christmas and left the old brick mansion to her, Jane had been more than happy to leave Manhattan for Durham. Her work as a travel journalist kept her on the move, and for the last six years had lived out of a series of suitcases, hotels and friends houses. Hence, the thought that a roommate would be “fun”. Gah!
   The old homestead was nestled deep within the historic Forest Hills area of town. It was a gorgeous Georgian-style mansion, with nearly 6,000 square feet. It was big and stately. And quiet. And lonely.
   By Easter the silence had begun to make Jane crazy, so she’d taken a three month assignment in Costa Rica. While she was gone, contractors had segmented the third floor into an efficiency apartment—though it was larger than any apartment she’d ever had in Manhattan or Paris—and put an addition off the kitchen for her art studio and kiln. Now it was just right. And it was home.
   A realtor had introduced her to Amber, who was in her first year of teaching. Amber was young and quiet, cute, and seemed like the perfect tenant. Apparently Amber was living on her own for the first time in her life, and while she was quiet and demure in the classroom, her crotch was a revolving door for anyone so inclined on the weekend. Crap, she’d even give Miss Kitty a run for her money.
   They were four months into a six month lease, and the only thing keeping Jane from kicking Amber out on her ass was the lease they’d both signed. Legal and binding, damn it. Fucking Amber!
   Jane glared at the ceiling, willing the noise in the attic to stop. But it was no use. The pounding went on and on. God, she had to get some sleep. With a muttered curse, Jane pulled the phone onto the bed and called Amber to pick up. Of course voicemail picked up.
   “Amber . . . it’s Jane. I’m not sure what you’re doing up there, but you’ve got to stop. It sounds like you’re running with a herd of elephants. I was up late last night with a deadline and I’ve only been in bed for two hours. Please give me another couple of hours with some peace and quiet and I’ll go over to Duke Forest with you and run. I’ll even treat us to lunch afterward.”
   She sighed and hung up and then went to the bathroom while she was up. The motion made her stomach lurch, so she sat on the toilet until she was able to stagger back to bed without vomiting all over the bedroom.
   Twenty minutes later the banging continued enthusiastically.
   “Shit.” She was going to have to go up there.
   She was all the way at the attic landing outside Amber’s door, knocking with the flat of her hand, when she realized she was in her summer jammies. The only thing covering her little bikini panties was an old threadbare T-shirt with ‘Rough Riders’ emblazoned in pink rhinestones across the chest. She groaned and let her head drop back on her shoulders. Great.
   Staring at the ceiling, she reached out to knock again—but instead of the solid door, her hand met solid, unyielding flesh. Crap!
   She sucked in a quick breath, jerked her head up and came face to face with a tanned Adam’s apple. Ooh, and little dribbles of sweat trickled down it.
   “Noooo,” she wailed. Then with a thud she dropped her forehead to rest in the solid notch between two very fine pectoral muscles. Neither she nor Mr. Pecs said a word. 

Friday, May 21, 2010

A Matter Of Trust by A.C. Katt

Title: A Matter of Trust
Author:  AC Katt
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Release Date: TBA
Publisher:  XOXO Publishing
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Genre: M/M, romance, erotic, BDSM, D/s

Blurb: Donald Bear Drummond has everything— a real estate empire, co-owner of Indiscreet, a gay BDS&M club and status as a Master Dominant.  Yet he hasn’t found his boy, someone he could both love and trust. Then one day Brian Murphy walks into his office, spills an expensive bottle of Bordeaux on his priceless Persian rug and suddenly his dream boy is real.  But Brian is haunted by the ghosts of his troubled past. Can Bear find love with Brian, it’s all A Matter of Trust. 

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, AC Katt. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release? 
A Matter of Trust. 

What is A Matter of Trust all about?  
Bear Drummond has been badly burnt by Antonio, a past submissive who used him as an ATM machine and then left for greener pastures. Antonio winds up dead in the NYC morgue and Bear blames himself.  He vows he will never trust another boy, until he meets Brian.  
Brian feels unworthy of love.  Deserted by his first lover and scorned by his family, he spends all his time and money trying to take care of his mother who is in the care of a greedy grasping aunt. Can he trust the instant attraction he feels for Bear Drummond?  Can they overcome a night that brings danger, and tests their new relationship to its limits?  It is all A Matter of Trust. 

That sounds very intense. How did you come up with the idea?
There was a publisher looking for a short story on "Bears."  In gay lexicon a bear is a huge man, usually a dominant who has quite a bit of body hair.  They are usually stereotyped as bikers, goths, blue collar workers or occasionally, an athlete. Someone in a chat asked if anyone could come up with something new.  I came up with a "Bear" who dressed in Savile Row suits and Lobb shoes, who had nothing to do with any of the stereotypes except for dominance.  The person who asked, didn't use my idea, so I used it myself and instead of a short story it became a novel.  

Another point I tried to make was that discrimination exists for GLBT folk even when it is prohibited.  If you desperately need your job because of health insurance worries (hopefully, no longer true), you would put up with harassment to keep it.  Even though Bear Drummond owned Drummond Realty, he had no idea his gay employees were being harassed.  It took Brian stumbling into his office to find out.

As far as the character of Brian is concerned, even if a parent is abusive, a child tends to protect the parent even so far as to his/her own detriment. Brian's overriding goal was to take care of his mother and he stayed at Drummond because they let him keep her as a dependent on their health insurance policy.  The rest of the story I attribute to my muse.

I know this is book number one in the series. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over? 
A pair of secondary characters, Reed Davis, and Jim Boy begged for a story of their own. 

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning their writing career? 
Persistence, write every day, and read to find your genre and your voice. 

Tell the readers a little about your backlist. 
My first book is an Erotic Science Fiction called The Sarran Plague. 

What are you working on now? 
I am working on a sequel to The Sarran Plague, entitled Living with Syn, and the sequel to A Matter of Trust called Jack’s Back. 

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write? 
No, no evil day job, writing is a full time vocation.

Is there something in particular that sparks you to write something new?  
It could be anything, a painting, a song or just a phrase.  A Matter of Trust came from the idea of putting a Bear (a large hairy man in gay lexicon, who usually is a biker or outdoorsy person) in a Savile Row suit.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author? 
My husband is my biggest fan.  

It’s May-do you celebrate Cinco De Mayo? 
I live in New Mexico, we really celebrate here. 

Dos Equis or Corona?  

Speaking of Cinco De Mayo, have you ever been to Mexico? 
Four Times 

Care to share a little bit about your trip? 
The last time we went was in November of 2009. We took a cruise and stopped in Acapulco, Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas and many other ports along the Mexican Riviera.  I love the people, the unique hand crafted jewelry and the architecture. 

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know? 
I would like them to visit my website and investigate my Katt’s Tales.

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from A Matter of Trust? 
Of course!

Drawer 67 
Antonio thought he was clever, but was in truth foolish, gullible and vain. He left Trenton and Bear for the bright lights of the Big Apple.   Six months later, Bear received a call from the Sixth Precinct of the NYPD to come to the city and identify the body. The police found Bear’s address clutched in the hand of a boy dumped in an alleyway off Seventh Avenue behind Weng-Feng Wok, a local Chinese restaurant.   The owners, Misters Weng and Feng, discovered the body when they took the kitchen garbage out to the dumpster after a 3:00 a.m. closing. Bear vividly remembered the scene.
A Detective Sergeant by the name of Patrick O’Malley, a wiry Irishman from Homicide, brought Bear into the squad room.   
“Take a seat, Mr. Drummond.  As I explained to you on the telephone, we found your address clutched in the victim’s hand. 
“Have you ever seen this before Sergeant O’Malley?” 
 “Unfortunately, this young man is not the first found in that condition in this precinct.” O’Malley responded.  The Detective Sergeant laconically pointed to the pictures of young men pinned to a corkboard on a wall of the room, visible from every desk. 
“All of their faces were beaten and cut to a point beyond recognition.” O’Malley continued. 
  Bear grimaced.  
“You can make the ID from a photo.” O’Malley suggested sympathetically.
“No, I’d rather see him and be certain.” Bear said as he silently prayed the man in the photo was not his former sub.
They took a Squad Car for the silent ride to the City Offices of the Chief Medical Examiner.  Bear was in a fog of guilt and remorse.  O’Malley ushered him into the cold room followed by one of the assistant coroners. 
Bear shivered.  The bodies of the victims were stacked in drawers that were piled four high and consumed the entire back wall of the room. 
O’Malley spoke, “Drawer sixty-seven.”
The assistant opened the drawer and slowly drew the sheet from the body.
Bear gasped, and then gagged.  O’Malley grabbed his arm. 
“Do you recognize the victim?”
“Yes, it is Antonio Rialto.” It was Antonio, but an Antonio Bear would not have been able to identify save for a birthmark on his lower left abdomen. 
O’Malley spoke again, “You’re sure.”
“Yes I am sure, I remember the crescent shaped birthmark, it was unique.” Bear gazed at his former sub. The dark Botticelli angel’s face was riddled with deep cuts made by a serrated knife.  Both eyes were black and even after time in the cold drawer, swollen shut.” 
The assistant coroner spoke, “The autopsy showed every rib was broken and the lung perforated.  They shot out his kneecaps and his whole body is covered in welts.  He was whipped.” 
Bear was lost in thought, tears coursed down his face; more poignant for his silence. He did not notice his wet cheeks. The beautiful boy in drawer sixty-seven was provocative, mischievous and so very alive in his memory. He was just twenty-six.  The toy had failed to please.
O’Malley grabbed Bear’s arm and ushered him out of the room handing Bear his handkerchief.  Bear was thirty-two years old and had not cried since he was sixteen.  He made a silent vow, I will never cry again. 
Bear turned to O’Malley, “You’ll get this bastard?” 
“With your cooperation…” O’Malley countered. 
“Anything you need,” Bear replied between clenched teeth.  
On the ride back to Trenton, the tears coursed down his cheeks as he repeated his mantra, I will never cry again, I will never cry again, I will never… 

Friday, May 14, 2010

Kelly and the Candidate by Fran Shaff

Title: Kelly and the Candidate
Author:  Fran Shaff

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Release Date:  May 1, 2010
Publisher:  Wings ePress
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Genre: Sweet, Contemporary, Romance

Blurb:  Reporter Kelly Graham, who isn't the least bit fond of politicians, finds governor candidate Brett Conifer completely irresistible. Brett, who can't stand reporters, makes an exception where the lovely Kelly is concerned. Scandals, fist fights, miniature matchmakers--Kelly and Brett are in for one very complicated love affair.

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Fran. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release? 
Kelly and the Candidate, a contemporary romance is one of my May, 2010 releases.

What is Kelly and the Candidate all about?  
Kelly is an intrepid, award-winning reporter whose editor assigns her to cover the candidacy of boring, third-party gubernatorial candidate Brett Conifer.  She describes him as being so clean “he can disinfect a surgical room just by walking through it.” Good character in a politician is death to a newspaper woman’s career, but Brett’s integrity is as attractive to the woman in Kelly as are his handsome face and fine physique. It doesn’t take long for these two natural rivals to fall in love.  Of course, scandals and other complications quickly arrive, placing their love in jeopardy.

That sounds like a fun read. How did you come up with the idea? 
I enjoy pitting opposites against each other in my romance stories.  A politician who dislikes reporters, and a reporter who can’t stand politicians seemed like two perfect, polar-opposite characters.  Interesting because they need each other professionally, yet they hate having to cooperate with each other to get a job done.  Since conflict is the name of the game in any compelling story, I took the idea and went with it.  The challenge in writing the story and the fun in reading it lies in finding out how opposites will fall in love.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning their writing career? 
There is so much to know about writing from craft to publication and beyond.  Most importantly, anyone who wants to be a published author should never give up. Work, write, study, write, research, write.  Keep learning, keep improving.  Never give up.
Tell the readers about your backlist.  

My books include contemporary and historical romance and young people’s novels.  They are available in hardcover, paperback and e-formats.  Most are available at  For a complete listing of my books I hope readers will visit my web page at: 

There you’ll find book descriptions, links to excerpts, interviews and guest blogs and even a picture of the family bulldog.  J  Be sure to take advantage of my free e-book Change of Heart, an acclaimed historical romance.

What are you working on now?  
Currently I am working on For Love of Maggie a contemporary romance due out in July and Christmas Cruise, another contemporary romance which has not yet been scheduled for release.  I’m also working on a non-fiction series Novel Workshop.  In this series, the teacher in me meets up with the writer to produce workshops writers can use to hone their skills.  I hope to have the first book available later this year.

Is there something in particular that sparks you to write something new? 
Not any one thing.  Sometimes I get an idea and run with it.  Other times I have a terrific idea and can’t make it go anywhere.

What do your family and friends think about you being a published author? 
Hm…I’d have to say it doesn’t mean much to them one way or the other.  I used to get discouraged because I didn’t receive encouragement from those close to me, but eventually I decided to just do what I wanted to do--write.  That change in attitude made all the difference in sticking to my goals.

It’s May-do you celebrate Cinco De Mayo?  
I do speak a bit of Spanish, but I don’t celebrate Cinco De Mayo.

Speaking of Cinco De Mayo, have you ever been to Mexico?   
No, I haven’t, but it seems like a beautiful country, especially the beaches.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?  
A few things, yes.  Thanks for asking. 

In addition to Kelly and the CandidateStolen Son, another contemporary romance, is being released in May.  Look for it in paperback and e-formats at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Sony, Kobo and other places on the Internet.

Readers who enjoy historical romance should know my book Change of Heart is available for free download in 10 formats at, and as well as other places on the Internet.

I’d love to connect with readers at Twitter, MySpace and Facebook. Readers can find excerpts and writing tips at my blog:  Contact me at: and visit my web page at: 

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Kelly and the Candidate? 
Most definitely!  Look for more excerpts at “Kelly’s” web page: 

Setup:  Brett, while protecting one of his children, has engaged in an altercation with another man. Kelly has spent the evening caring for his little girls, waiting for him to return home after having been arrested.  It’s late when he arrives.

      “What happened?”
      He inhaled deeply and winced when he did so.  His ribs were obviously hurting from his beating.
      “It took a while, but the ambulance finally arrived.  They took Caldwell and me to the hospital.  After the doctors patched us up, the police took us to the precinct and questioned us.”
      “No, that isn’t what I mean.”
      He looked away.  “I know what you mean.”  He gazed at her once more.  “I’m not going to tell you what happened.”
      She straightened her stance.  “Yes, Brett, you are going to tell me what happened.  You’re going to tell me every detail.  You and this man Caldwell were beating the life out of each other right in front of your daughters.  I deserve to know why.”
      He nodded toward her.  “Yes, you do, but not tonight.  I won’t explain a thing to you tonight.”
      This was outrageous.  She walked closer to him and looked up at him squarely.  “If you think I’m going to wait for an explanation, then Caldwell must have beaten all sense of reason out of your brain.”
      “Kelly,” he said firmly, “not tonight.”
      “Yes, tonight,” she said just as determinedly.  “Do you know what I’ve been doing since we left you in the park?  I’ve been worrying myself sick over you.  Yet I didn’t dare let Becca and Ally see that I was at all upset.  They were distressed enough without having to see me fall apart.”
      “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice taking on a surprisingly angry tone.
      “Ally was beyond grief.  She was convinced you were going to die.  Do you know how frightened a little girl gets when she believes her last remaining parent is going to die?”
      “I’m sorry,” he said again, peppering the angry tone of his voice with regret.
      “I’ll tell you how frightened she gets.  She gets so frightened she gets sick to her stomach, so sick she won’t eat any supper.  Then she starts throwing up.”
      “Kelly, stop it!  I said I’m sorry.  What do you want from me?”
      “I want an explanation.  You owe me an explanation.”
      “Not tonight!”  He whirled away from her.  “Go home, Kelly.”
      “No!”  She went to him, took his arm and made him look at her.  “I won’t leave until you tell me why the two of you were fighting.”
      “Kelly, go home,” he said firmly.
      “No.  I won’t leave.  I won’t let you bully me and send me on my way.  I want to know why my evening turned into one of fright and worry.  I need to know why you had to make me heartsick with grief over what I saw you go through.”  She squeezed his arm as hard as she could.  “Brett, I’ve never been so frightened in my entire life.  With all of the misery I’ve seen because of my job, I’ve never experienced anything that scared me the way seeing you hurt scared me.  Brett,” she said softly, a tear sliding down her cheek, “tell me what happened.”
      He pulled her gripping fingers from his arm and tugged her closer to him.  In the next moment, Kelly found herself wrapped tightly in his arms.  His lips came down on hers and demanded she surrender to him.
      Kelly inhaled sharply.  She hadn’t expected him to touch her like this.  For a brief moment, she considered pulling away.  But when his mouth spoke to her in this intimate, wordless manner, she was powerless to move away from him.
      Brett’s kisses made her want more of him.  She slid her arms around him and ran her hands up and down his strong back.
      “Kelly,” he whispered into her ear when his lips left hers, “Kelly, I need you.  I need you so much.”
      He kissed her more passionately, and she felt her insides beginning to ignite.
      What was he doing to her?  What place in her heart did he find that even she herself did not know existed?
      She should pull away from him.
      This was not right.  He should not be kissing her.  She should not be urging him to do more than hold and kiss her.
      In the next second she was in his arms again, and he was trailing kisses along her cheek and down her throat.
      He kissed her lips hard and drove her wild with passion.
      She pulled back slightly and gasped.  “Brett, Brett…”  She needed him more than she needed her next breath of air, and she didn’t understand why.  Weren’t they arguing a few minutes before?...............

Friday, May 7, 2010

Rapunzel's Release by Nichelle Gregory

Title: Rapunzel's Release
Author: Nichelle Gregory
Release Date: April 23, 2010
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Genre: Fantasy/Erotic/Romance/Fairy Tale

Blurb: Taken from her parents to fulfill a promise to a witch, Rapunzel is locked away from the world as she grows into a beautiful maiden. She believes her life will never change until a lost Portuguese trader discovers her stone tower prison. After vowing to help her escape, the two develop a bond of trust that soon sparks into mutual feelings of desire. When Filipe questions Rapunzel's declaration of love, she focuses on her escape and reclaiming her life but will she get the man she loves?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Nichelle Gregory. Im so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release? 
The third book in my Erotic Enchantments series, Rapunzel's Release!

What is Rapunzel's Release all about? 
Just about everyone knows the classic fairytale about the beautiful maiden with long blonde hair, locked away in a tower and discovered by a prince. This is my erotic version of the tale told in Africa! 

That sounds exciting. How did you come up with the idea? 
This story has always fascinated me as a reader and I wanted to explore how Rapunzel's parents must have felt to have their babe snatched away so young because of the mother's desperate cravings for Rapunzel. I wanted to focus on the feelings and emotions of everyone involved in Rapunzel's imprisonment and I think reader's will enjoy the characters and the sizzling heat between Rapunzel and Filipe.  

I know this is book three in the Erotic Enchantments series. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over? 
The Enchanted Flute was a short story I wrote in like two days. I really had no plans to write another fairytale type story but then one night the idea of a gingerbread man cookie turning into a flesh and blood man hit me and I had to write The Gingerbread Tryst! Soon after that story was finished my muse insisted I write Rapunzel's Release, and I could not resist! This is one of the few fairytales in which the heroine has to rescue the hero! 

I loved The Enchanted Flute, by the way. Now that you're a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer? 
Don't let rejection letters dissuade you from your goal of becoming an author. Surround yourself with other writers with similar goals and writing styles. Be open to criticism of your work. Write, write, and write!
Tell the readers about your backlist. 
The Enchanted Flute and The Gingerbread Tryst are available now with Noble Romance Publishing, where you can read excerpts and purchase them both.

What are you working on now?
An erotic paranormal romance entitled, As You Wish! It's about a lovely telepathic heroine in denial about her gift and a sexy genie determined to help her face herself before it's too late.  

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write? 
Being a SAHM does consume all of my time during the day but I don't consider it an evil job . . . well not most days!  When my little angels go to bed, I settle in with my laptop and unwind a little more with every word I type out on screen.
Its May-do you celebrate Cinco De Mayo? 

Dos Equis or Corona?  
Neither, Margaritas!! 

Ha! A woman after my own heart! :) Now, speaking of Cinco De Mayo, have you ever been to Mexico? 
No, I would love to go though!

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else youd like the readers to know?  
Check out my blog! And find me on Facebook!  I'm always happy to meet new readers and writers!

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Rapunzel's Release
Of course!

      "You came back," Rapunzel said as he stepped through the window.
      Filipe saw her tear-streaked face and took her into his arms, a need to comfort and protect rising deep within in him. "I promised you I would." He pulled away, his gaze dropping from her wide, copper eyes to rest on her high cheekbones and then lower to her full, luscious lips, which quivered in a shaky smile. Without thinking, he leaned in, capturing Rapunzel's mouth in a sweet, searching kiss.
      She smelled of wildflowers and rain, her lips soft as rose petals. He could feel her uncertainty as he gently caressed her mouth, hungrily tasting her tongue when she let him inside. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her small body as close as she could, Filipe's body responded instantly, his cock growing hard. With not but a breath between them, he was aware she could feel his erection and was not surprised when she pulled away.
      "What is that?" Rapunzel asked with an innocent look, pointing to the bulge in his pants.
      Filipe started to laugh and then stopped, realizing she was serious. He assumed she was a virgin, but he had never considered how much she would not know. He swallowed hard, trying to calm the savage beast within him, wanting to throw her to the ground and show her the answer to all her questions. "Surely, your godmother talked to you about what happens between a man and a woman?"
      Rapunzel shook her head.
      "No?" He waited for her to say more, but she simply stared, her eyes moving from his face to his ever-growing hardness. "When a man desires a woman, it is hard . . . um . . . how do I say . . . difficult, to hide the evidence." He struggled to find the words to explain.
      "Does it hurt?" Rapunzel asked.
      He threw back his head and laughed. She giggled nervously in response.
      "Not in the way you imagine." He turned away, removing the shoulder pack containing silk and other supplies. Taking in a deep breath, he willed his cock to behave. Rapunzel's naivety sparked wild lust in his loins, but he prided himself on being a gentleman.
      "Can I touch it?"
      Filipe stiffened, her soft words making his cock rock hard inside his pants. Hesitantly, he faced her and was again struck with the depth of her innocence and the force of his desire to take her right then. He stalled, not wanting to hurt her by denying her request and yet not sure he could endure her touch without losing hold of his gentlemanly restraint.
      "Filipe?" Rapunzel asked, closing the gap between them.
      "L-let us look at the supplies I brought," he said, running a hand through his hair, hoping beyond hope to ease the tension.
      But Rapunzel smiled. "Kiss me again. I love how your lips feel on mine." She wound her arms back around his neck, her body, once again, pressed to his. "Please, kiss me again."
Filipe grabbed her fast with both hands at the base of her neck and kissed her hard, enjoying her moan of surprise and delight. She proved to be a quick learner too, mating her tongue with his as she edged even closer. He groaned when he felt her hand cover his erection, gently cupping the rigid muscle through the soft material of his pants. Each tiny caress from Rapunzel's fingers sent shivers of desire roaring through him. With much effort, Filipe broke the kiss.