Saturday, July 28, 2012

This weekend I welcome author Amanda Bretz to the blog

Amanda Bretz is the contemporary romance author of Finding Justus and Love in Greener Pastures. She is currently hard at work on her third book, with the working title of "Love, Simplified."
She holds a degree in communication from Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, Florida and has worked as a journalist in both print and online news media.
When not writing, Amanda can be found whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, spending time in nature or getting lost in a good book.
Amanda resides in the Midwest with her husband, Brandon.


Finding Justus 

Justus Kendall is an interior designer from St. Louis who aspires to start her own design firm and when she lands her biggest job to date, remodeling a prestigious old hotel in downtown St. Louis, she is on top of the world. However, while touring the hotel, her happiness is cut short when she finds her fiancé Alex Williams tumbling out of one of the hotel suites, a naked blonde wrapped in a bed sheet tangled in his arms. Justus is stunned, furious and hurt when she finds Alex cheating on her a month before her wedding.
As a way to get over him, and as a chance to have fun and clear her head, Justus convinces her best friend Krystal to accompany her on her honeymoon cruise. While on the cruise Justus meets a handsome Latin dance instructor named Miguel Amores from Miami.
The pair quickly find they have red hot chemistry on the dance floor and off of it.

Excerpt from Finding Justus:

“Somebody will have to dance with me,” Miguel said after taking a quick head count. Hands shot up all around the room, all but one. “How about you? Come on, come on, don’t be shy.” Justus stared at him blankly as he pointed at her, she couldn’t believe her rotten luck today. She was a terrible dancer. Hadn’t she already embarrassed herself enough for one day?
“Oh, but I’ve got a friend. I mean, we came together, maybe you should pick someone else who is here alone.” Justus prayed he would leave her alone and pick one of the other girls in the room, who were gesturing frantically and calling to Miguel.
“Oh don’t be silly, Justus,” Krystal said looking at Justus as though she had suddenly sprouted another head. “I wouldn’t dream of denying you this…opportunity to get an in-depth lesson.” Krystal nudged her toward Miguel. He took that as her way of accepting his proposal and took her hand.
“Justus, is it? Very pretty name, different.”
“Thanks,” she said as she let him lead her to the center of the room. Damn Krystal and her big mouth, she wouldn’t know what tact was if it bit her on the butt! She turned her head to give Krystal a dirty look, which she in turn, pretended not to notice. 

“Okay, everyone, pair up,” Miguel said as he turned to face the class. “We’re going to start with the tango. You’ll start in this position,” he demonstrated by taking Justus into his arms, one hand at the small of her back, the other hand clasped hers. It seemed to Justus as though it was taking an extremely long time for everyone in class to get into position.

She felt her palms start to sweat. She had been avoiding his face up until now, but she wanted to know if he noticed her sweating palms. She stole a peek out of the corner of her eye. He looked completely composed and not at all disgusted by her sweaty hands. 

“The tango is a passionate dance, so everyone please bring your partners in like this,” he said and demonstrated by bringing their bodies together and closing in all the gaps.

Justus was about to gasp from the feel of his hard body aligned with hers, but then she remembered this was just a part of the lesson, essential to learning the dance correctly. She also reminded herself of the scene by the pool. It had really looked as though he had something going on with the blonde, so she shouldn’t take this as anything other than what it was; a dance lesson, plain and simple. 

“Music please,” Miguel told his assistant. “And here we go, start by taking slow steps to the opposite side of the room, once there change arm positions and start back toward where you came from.”. Justus watched him from the corner of her eye, breathing him in, his clean scent, and the smell of his cologne. 

“Very good. I see I’ve got a group of fast learners here. We’re going to go over this a few more times, and then we’ll be moving on to the meringue.”

Again Justus’ stomach fluttered, because of the way he said the dance with proper Spanish pronunciation. In an attempt to steel her wavering stomach, Justus tried to make an objective assessment of Miguel. What was the big deal with him, anyway? So he was easy on the eyes. Actually that was an understatement; he was for female eyes, a virtual feast. He was a perfect physical specimen, and very sensual. He seemed to positively ooze sex and eroticism with his every move, look, and touch. Justus turned her head toward him to steal a glance at his profile, but he caught her looking at him.

His eyes were so arresting, they were a dark, fierce green, like beautiful shining emeralds. She also noticed flecks of gold laced through them, reminiscent of cat’s eyes.  Not any ordinary house cat, these were the eyes of a wild predator.

He was a panther; with his black hair and green eyes and the way he moved, so gracefully, yet with definite strength and agility. She sighed to herself, so much for her objectivity.

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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Welcome back Britt Bury with her book The Darkest Day; now available to buy

Britt Bury writes paranormal romance where the immortals are fierce, the stakes are high, and desire can be deadly.
Britt was raised in Corvallis, Oregon and attended Oregon State University majoring in Liberal Studies. When her dream of being a professional karaoke star and Elvis impersonator didn’t pan out, she turned to writing. She currently lives in the Silicon Valley with her brilliant husband, two sons and an obscene amount of fish. 

Izel Campbell was raised to believe she is an immortal Fionn with the magical skills of persuasion. But when she travels to Scotland to visit her ancestral home, Izel discovers that she is actually the world’s last living human. Forced to run for her life, Izel crosses paths with Kelvin Kerr, the Campbells’ greatest foe—and the most magnificent warrior she has ever seen.

A thousand-year-old battle chief of the Kerr clan, Kelvin lives only to avenge his father, who died at the hands of the bloody Campbells. Honor demands he kill the Campbell heir, but when he learns that the lovely Izel is both Campbell and human, Kelvin is torn between duty and desire . . . 


Excerpt from The Darkest Day

“Aht, aht, ah Pookah,” the creature asked while wagging his finger. Izel gasped when the sickly palm on her throat squeezed. Kelvin saw red.
The Alp’s yellow flesh was littered with rot and open sores. His eyes and fangs were black, and oozed a foul smelling bile. Kelvin was grateful Izel couldn’t see the grotesque creature at her back. He kept his eyes locked on the Alp’s hands. One flick of his wrist, and the creature could snap Izel’s neck.
Kelvin tensed, his muscles flexed, hand gripping his dagger.
“I know what you’re thinking Pookah, and I’d advise against it,” it hissed, keeping its hideous eyes on Kelvin. “Mmm, I haven’t scented a human this pure in ages.” The Alp bent its head, running its vile tongue up Izel’s neck. Kelvin heard her bite back a cry of horror before her body noticeably began trembling.  
“Let her go, beast,” he warned, “and I promise I will make your death quick.”
The Alp smiled, tar dripping from its fangs. “You call me beast?” Titling its neck, the creature ran its nose along Izel’s cheekbone. “Do you know what kind of company you keep mortal? That,” it lifted his chin at Kelvin, “is a beast.” It inhaled deeply. “The last being I devoured had fifty percent mortal blood. A rare find you know?” It nuzzled her ear. “But you sweetling, I’d wager that you are full human, are you not?”
Kelvin looked into her beautiful eyes. They were glossed over with tears, and the sight of her terror cut his heart in half. An odd feeling came over him. An emotion he’d never experienced in his long, long life. Fear. Not of the Alp as a foe, but of what the Alp currently threatened.
Protect her.

The Darkest Day scavenger hunt, 
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Scavenger Hunt Question: Who is Britt’s editor? 

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Monday, July 16, 2012

Welcome to our guest character, Balthazar Crane the gorgeous, ancient warrior mage, from the second volume of The Ruthin trilogy

Welcome Balthazar! Tell us about yourself and the book you star in.
Thank you for inviting me to interview. I’m in Volume two of The Ruthin Trilogy: Drew Ruthin and the Blood of Changes.
I am a new character to the trilogy but important because I link the threads of the story to volume three and I know the vampires that the books are about. I am also what you might call a lead romantic male character. I’ve been on my own for over a thousand years and I am lonely. I try not to be but I’m desperate for love. When I meet another of my race, I fall hard in love with her. It’s great. We have some smoking love scenes, especially our first night together.
The book is about love in many ways. One of the vampires is out to find his lost love and he’s the one who has come into contact with our ancient blood. Things get weird and interesting.
I can’t help recruiting another of my ancient race, who is also a warrior like me to begin the task of eradicating the vampires. The story is complex and I might give spoilers if I don’t be careful. (Smiles)

Balthazar, I know that we all want to be different, so what is the one thing you wish your creator had done differently with you?
In fact I like everything my creator did with me. She let me show my true nature which is passionate and well…..frankly….sexy. I’m kind and quite a deep thinker and she let that shine through. I can’t think of anything she could have done differently for me. She even described what I think of Christmas trees, and the way I stroke the stone dragon that lives in the cafĂ© below one of my offices. What she doesn’t know is that I have seen them in real life but that was so long ago she wouldn’t know. I’ve let my magic go a little and she understands why so she’s been really kind to me.
If you could have added something to the story, and your creator would have let you, what would that have been?
More sex. There is a lot I guess considering that the story has to have so many other threads, but I would have liked a couple more scenes with my lover. Sorry I think that’s because I’m in love.

What do you love best about yourself? What do you like least?
I think I love my compassion most, and yet I lose that a little when thinking about the vampire Drew Ruthin. I love my passion and my ability to show and act on it.
What do I like least? Maybe the fact that I gave up on finding my people when we were all separated. I just gave up, packed up my magic and started my lonely existence.
What part of the book was the hardest for you and your creator to work through?
Definitely going after the vampires, because I’m in a hurry to get the job done the one hand, and tired of it on the other hand. It’s not just that though, I know that there is something special about to happen in Volume three so I had to cool my jets on going after Drew Ruthin.
By the title of the story, I know there is another book, what do you want to accomplish in book 3?
Ah, that’s a difficult question to answer as it might give away some really crucial plot twists.  I think right now I want to destroy Drew and his sidekicks. I want to find one of our race that is missing and continue my love story.
Can you share one of your favorite parts of the book without giving too much away and tell us why you chose it?
You mean Volume two, well okay. I think there are a couple of my love scenes on blogs already so I will share something else.
[He ran down the old staircase and passed the entrance to the tiny coffee house that was on the ground floor of the building. The tempting smell of what was the best coffee in town drifted out of the old doorway, the restored oak door held open by a large stone dragon. Balthazar rented the ground floor to the proprietor of the coffee shop. Not that he collected any rent, he would say ‘just knowing you love the old place and take care of it is enough’ to Rita, and he didn’t just say it, he had it put in writing for her. Balthazar was kind hearted and generous, and he meant it, it would be hard to find anyone who loved that old building more than Rita, except for himself of course.
As he passed the dragon, Balthazar stroked its stone head and smiled. He was parked, just as Imogen would have been parked, in the annoyingly small car park at the end of this part of the high street, and he walked at a pace down there. He passed B. Clack Fine Antiques and Collectables the antique store, which he also owned and let himself think about Greta, and the way her skirt had blown about giving him a glimpse of her shapely thighs. He knew what she was, and that knowledge was the only reason he had never approached her because as soon as he had laid eyes on her years ago, he had liked what he had seen. He knew it was not love; it was because she reminded him of someone he used to love very long ago.
He was almost grinning to himself as he got into his Chevrolet and backed out of the two car parking spaces that his truck took up. Its ice white exterior was streaked with mud, but inside it was pristine and Balthazar chose a music track he was fond of as he joined the traffic that was now bumper to bumper on the high street. It was a long time ago that he had loved and lost. It still hurt a little, but the real problem had been his inability to love again. He looked at women and he sometimes wished there was someone. He would like to hold someone’s hand and drift in the pleasure of long kisses, but he knew it would not happen.
Years ago a friend he had made told him that he was too picky and he didn’t doubt that was true now, but at the time he hadn’t thought so. He had only thought there was chemistry that needed to happen, that when he saw the right woman he would know, and that she would be somewhere in the world, and they would meet.]

I chose this because it starts the joke off about my names, I have several, and because it lets the reader into how much I need to love and be loved as well as showing something of my sensual nature.
Anything else you would like to tell us Balthazar?
Just that I am pleased the author finally decided and stuck with the new book covers. Volume two cover has a good shot of me up in the tree area LOL, but also Volume one’s new cover has Devon Ruthin on it, and that’s great because he really was hoping to be on the cover somewhere, since Drew seems to get a lot of the limelight. Devon’s happy as he’s there kissing Bliss. (Smiles)

Thank you Balthazar for joining us today. I hope that you enjoyed yourself and I hope that our readers enjoyed it also.
Thank you, I did enjoy it very much. I hope readers feel free to ask me any questions in the comments area. Thank you to readers too, some of you have said lovely things about me and that means a lot to me.

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Welcoming Karen Einsel for Sample Sunday

Karen writes contemporary romance from sweet to sexy with varying degrees of heat.
From flirting to open door, “Let’s get it on” sex, Karen’s ultimate goal of every story is to let her characters find the connection of heart and soul that will lead them to their Happily Ever After.
Karen is currently working on her series “Chris’ Journey Turning Different Corners”

The Good Dr. Grant
Amy knows she wants just one man's attention, just one to unleash her passion and connect with, but which one? There's Tom, her best friend forever, whom she's had a crush on since they were just kids. Then there's Dr. Grant Graysen, the veterinarian  that took over her father's practice, but wait...Is that Kent, her ex husband, the most passionate man she has ever known, what's he doing here?

“What about you? What do you want Grant? What goes on in that head of yours, behind those intense blue eyes, and that reserved demeanor of yours?”
“Well…I don’t want to pursue.” He sees a look of hurt in Amy’s eyes and holds his hand up. “Wait…I don’t want to be pursued either. Amy, my passion lies in the connection.”
“Oh so what you are trying to tell me is, “You’re good in bed?”
He grins at her. “Only if my partner is. No, now come on, I don’t mean sex. I mean the connection on a deeper level. I don’t want the mind games either. I want…I don’t know.”

“So have you ever had that connection?”
“Has anyone ever come close?”
“Only one. So Amy, what do you do to find the passion, besides trying to make people angry? How do you bring it out?”
“Hmm…Well, I like to build it up slowly. Play with it, tease it, get a taste of it, until it just…” She holds her closed fists in front of her and flings her fingers and hands out.
“Oh, so you like sex too. That’s good to know… And yeah “it” does have a tendency to explode after you do all of that to “it” Seeing the look on her face, he starts laughing when she realizes what she just said and how it sounded. Amy covers her face with her hands, “Ugh…Shut up…”

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How I picture Grant, Tom, and Kent

 How I picture Amy

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Kyle & Kelly on Amazon

 Where you can find Karen





Wednesday, July 4, 2012

We welcome back Elodie Parkes with her erotic romance Millie reinvented

Millie Reinvented is now available on Amazon
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When Millie is kissed at the office party by the gorgeous, sexy August she is suddenly confronted with the realization that her husband has not been kissing her for a long time. She kisses him, but she now knows he does not kiss back.
Millie is lonely and August gives her what she needs, he also falls in love with her.
Grow to love this couple as you share in their compelling love scenes.
August needs a little healing too, and as he loves Millie she begins to give him the kind of unconditional love he has subconsciously needed all his life.

Today's snippet from Millie Reinvented: Please note this snippet contains adult content 18+ only.
Inside the place was warm and cozy. August found them a booth and they ordered coffee. He moved close to her after the waiter left their table, and Millie let herself stare at him. She looked at his dark blue eyes fringed with long lashes and thought how some girls would envy those. She looked at his lips and decided they were meant for kissing. They invited kisses, and she leaned slightly so that their heads were closer.

August stared back at her. He looked at her lips and thought how if he didn’t kiss her soon he wouldn’t be able to breathe. He looked at her long hair, tangled slightly at the front from the wind and rain they had just run through, and wanted it in his hands. He looked into her blue eyes, a paler shade of blue than his own, and right then full of longing.

August put a hand up to hold her face and brought his lips to hers. They kissed each other gently and then hungrily. When they realized that they had been kissing each other for quite a long time, they drew apart and smiled at each other. The coffee was brought to the table and trying to think of normal things to say Millie asked August how he liked the company.

“It’s interesting Millie. I like my work. I’m really pleased with it”. He looked at her mouth.

They tried to make small talk but eventually August told her. “I’ve thought about you often since the party. I’ve thought about kissing you and about undressing you”.

Millie swallowed. “August are you married too?”

He shook his head. “No Millie there’s no one in my life right now”.

Millie was thankful and smiled in relief.

August had finished his coffee.

“Maybe we can have dinner one night soon”, he suggested, and Millie nodded.

“I’d really like that”.

They went out into the cold night and stood by Millie’s car. August moved to hold her and closed his eyes as he put his forehead to hers.

“Come and sit in my car or I’ll get in yours. I’m desperate to kiss you”.

Millie took her car key out of her coat pocket and unlocked her car.They got in the back seat, Millie having opened the back door in invitation.
 August held her face to his and kissed her. He whispered things to her between kisses about what he would like to do to her. Undress her. Kiss her all over. Suck her nipples. Lick her and put his fingers into her until she wanted him desperately. It made the kisses even more exotic than ever and when they stopped for breath, Millie felt herself damp with need and her nipples hard. Her stomach almost clenched with craving at every kiss, and she put her face against his.

“I need you so much August”, she told him, and he opened his eyes. He nodded slightly.

“I want you too”. He had his hands in her hair and was caressing the strands slowly.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2012 All rights reserved

If you enjoyed this snippet you might enjoy more from Elodie and her new release Two of Them