Sunday, August 26, 2012

This Sunday I welcome guest author Donna Fasano

It's a great pleasure to welcome Donna Fasano to the blog today for the Sample Sunday feature.
Donna Fasano is an award-winning, bestselling author of romance novels and contemporary women's fiction. Her books have sold 3.6 million copies worldwide.
Why I Write Romance Novels
By Donna Fasano
I can’t tell you how many times over the course of my 20-plus year career as a published romance author I have been asked, “When are you going to write a real book? You know, a [insert genre of choice: mystery, family saga, historical, thriller, horror, western, etc].” So I’d like to take this opportunity to tell readers why I write romance novels.
I suffered a lot of tragedy while I was growing up, the worst of which was losing my mother just as I was entering my teens. I felt as though I went from 13 to 35 overnight, and when my friends were off having fun, I was cooking and cleaning and helping my little brother with his homework. Romance novels were an escape for me. The Wolf and the Dove, The Far Pavilions, Whitney My Love, Rebecca, The Thorne Birds…if the book featured one man and one woman falling in love, I read it! Romance novels offered me hope for a happy future filled with love (hokey, yes, but I was young). As a young wife and mother, I discovered Silhouette Romance Novels. These books were short and sweet and uplifting. Each and every story put a smile on my face, and the happily-ever-after endings always boosted my spirits. Are romance novels real? No. Does every relationship end in HEA? Of course not. But if I wanted doom and gloom, I’d watch the evening news.
As an author, I can’t think of a better way to use my talent than to bring pure enjoyment to my readers. I tell people that I write cotton candy for the mind. Think about that. When you were a kid and you put a small cloud of that wispy confection on your tongue, what did you do? You smiled. And maybe you even laughed. That’s the reaction I’m going for with my short, upbeat stories. That’s why I write romance novels. So if you’re looking to get lost for a few hours in a fun, cheery story, I hope you’ll try one of my books.

About my newest book, Her Fake Romance:

"Mom, get a life!"

Her teenage daughter's words were daunting. True, struggling single mom Julia Jones hadn't had a date in over a decade, but she could still catch a man–if she needed to! So Julia, who claimed not to want a husband, found herself entangled in a fake romance.

Ryan Shane was tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome. And he just so happened to need a no-strings date himself. Their plan was perfectly thought out. Until a conveniently staged good-night kiss turned into very inconvenient passion…

This book contains bonus material that includes several delicious recipes!

Julia's Thoughts on Motherhood

Help! My fourteen-year-old daughter has been struck with a horrible disease. Hormones! Kelly has fallen head over tush for a boy (she's in lurve, is how she puts it) and she's breaking the rules and turning into a complete rebel, all for sake of being with him. I don't like it. Not one bit. I'm afraid the months ahead are going to give me a headful of gray hair.
Haven't I tried to be a good role model? Someone she can look up to? Don't I strive to be an independent woman? A good single Mom? I was floored when my daughter used all these qualities against me. She called me boring. Said I didn't know how to rage (from context clues I figured out this could mean anything from attending a school dance to just hanging out with friends; in essence, she's saying I don't know how to have fun).
Looks like she's going to force me to bend a few of my own rules. But I'm not worried. Because I have a plan. A plan that involves a man who will help me prove to Kelly that I'm not so dull after all. I'm going to show her I can rage with the best of 'em!
I have complete control over this situation. I can handle my rebellious wild child. I can handle having a man in my life (seeing that he's only going to be around for such a short time). I can handle this... as long as I don't do something foolish... like fall head over tush in lurve.

Chapter One
 Julia Jones took the left turn with just enough speed to make her tires cry out in complaint. Then she gripped the steering wheel as she barreled down the narrow, curving lane that would take her to her partner's big, rambling farmhouse. She was acutely conscious of the deserted county road, relieved, in fact, that she could take her aggression out on the pavement.
She'd been angry as a riled hornet when she'd left her Wilmington town house, stinging mad at Kelly, her teenage daughter. And it seemed the twenty-minute drive through the lush, rolling hills of Hockessin, Delaware hadn't lightened Julia's black mood one bit. She sure hoped Charlotte would have some of her famous chamomile tea waiting. But she doubted even the most potent herbal concoction her business partner could come up with could calm the dismay that had her head and her stomach churning. What she needed was a stiff shot of whiskey.
Teenagers! Damn, Julia thought, raising one was enough to turn a mother to alcohol.
The idea actually made one corner of her mouth curl, despite her dark mood. Charlotte would laugh at her, knowing Julia rarely touched anything stronger than an occasional glass of wine.
As she passed under the dense overhang of tree branches, unbidden images of Kelly flitted through her mind. Julia pictured her dark-haired daughter as she'd been in years past: in a layered tulle tutu twirling onstage; with the proud offering of a handmade gift of brightly tinted noodles made into a necklace; in shiny patent-leather shoes on her first day of school.
When exactly had ballet and piano lessons become passé in her daughter's mind? "Too lame" as Kelly would say. Sighing wistfully, Julia wished she could go back to those days gone by when Kelly's gaze had been filled with nothing but adoration and love whenever she had looked into Julia's eyes.
She whispered through gritted teeth, "If I could, I'd stuff her butt back in that little tutu in a minute."
Julia drove around Charlotte's white farmhouse and parked near the kitchen door. Where had the years gone? Julia wondered. Time had flown by like a rocket. And now Kelly was a teenager. A teenager who had begun making irrational demands.
Getting out of the car, Julia noticed that she felt trembly inside. She opened the trunk and lifted out the hefty case of Cornish hens. The party she and Charlotte were catering this evening was small, but as proud owners of Gold Ribbon Catering, both women were in agreement that their food would be fresh and delicious whether they served twenty-five people or two hundred and fifty.
Julia leaned back against the weight of the ungainly box as she made her way to the door. In just a moment she'd be standing in Charlotte's large kitchen, filling the cavities of these small birds with the special wild rice stuffing that had become a Gold Ribbon signature as she told her friend and partner all about her problems with Kelly.
Tactful Charlotte never took sides or gave advice when Julia discussed her difficulties with Kelly. But she was sure Charlotte would have something to say about this latest mother-daughter argument.
Dating, for goodness' sake. Dating boys! Quite frankly, the mere idea of her daughter going out alone with some strange boy made Julia shudder.
Wedging the heavy box against her hip and the door jamb, Julia freed one hand and knocked lightly on the glass windowpane.
Kelly was only fourteen years old. She was definitely too young to date. Julia had pointed out that fact, swiftly and unequivocally stamping out any notion in her daughter's head of going to the movies tonight with that boy. And the fact that Kelly had lamented that he was "just the cutest guy in the whole ninth grade" hadn't softened Julia's decision one bit. If anything, that tidbit of information had only strengthened her resolve. It was the cute ones a mother had to watch out for!
The Cornish hens slipped in her grasp, and Julia was forced to make a quick grab to keep them from falling to the ground. That's all she needed... to see two dozen tiny bird carcasses rolling around in the flower bed.
Where was Charlotte? These hens were getting heavier by the second.
Julia knocked again. This time with a little more force.
"Charlotte," she grumbled out loud, her tone complaining, "where are you?" She fumbled awkwardly in her purse for her ring of keys and let herself inside the spacious kitchen.
Now groaning under the weight, Julia shuffled to the oak table and set down the box.
"Hey," she called, "is anybody home?"
The house was quiet. She gazed around at the honey-oak cabinets with their hand-painted porcelain handles. Julia loved this room. Loved this house. Charlotte had purchased it eighteen months ago using part of her divorce settlement as a down payment.
Julia had known Charlotte for years. As the sole owner of Gold Ribbon back then, Julia had catered many of the dinner parties Charlotte had organized for her husband, an affluent and well-known Wilmington businessman. And Charlotte's passion for cooking kept her in the kitchen much of the time during those parties.
After Charlotte's divorce, Julia had been stunned by the way the woman had picked herself up, dusted herself off and gotten on with life. Charlotte had approached her about a position at Gold Ribbon as a chef. Although she knew her friend had absolutely no head for business, Julia also realized that Charlotte's uncanny talent with food would be a definite asset to her catering company. But Gold Ribbon had been a small proprietorship, and the profits brought in by the business hadn't allowed for the salary of another chef. So Julia had had to turn Charlotte down.
Then Charlotte had made a surprising offer—she'd buy her way into Gold Ribbon. That's when Julia realized just how large Charlotte's divorce settlement had been.
Julia hadn't blinked an eye. She'd taken Charlotte up on her offer, knowing Gold Ribbon would profit, not only from Charlotte's culinary abilities, but also from the woman's huge resource of potential customers—all those friends she'd made while being married to that affluent businessman. Now she and Charlotte had more catering jobs than they could handle. Julia took care of the business end of things—advertising, scheduling parties, billing, ordering and buying supplies—while Charlotte stuck to what she did best: slicing, dicing, baking, simmering... anything that had to do with food preparation.
Their partnership had turned out to be successful. Extremely so. Charlotte had become more than a partner, though. She'd become Julia's best friend.
The sound of water running in the upper regions of the house caught Julia's attention.
What the heck was Charlotte doing taking a shower at one o'clock in the afternoon? A frown bit into Julia's brow as she looked toward the back staircase. She was certain Charlotte expected her. They'd talked on the phone just yesterday afternoon. Didn't Charlotte realize they had hens to stuff? Green beans to snap? Vichyssoise to prepare?
She went to the refrigerator and pulled open the door. Thank goodness the wild rice stuffing was ready and waiting. Julia reached for the large stainless-steel bowl.
A teakettle began to whistle, jerking Julia's attention to the stove behind her. Leaving the bowl of stuffing where it sat, she automatically crossed the room and turned off the gas flame.
"What are you trying to do, Charlotte," she murmured under her breath, "burn down your beautiful house?"
Julia heard the shower cut off suddenly. There was a loud thumping of feet as Charlotte raced across the bathroom floor. Julia bit back a smile. Her friend must have remembered the teakettle and was hurrying to check on the boiling water.
Charlotte was absentminded, but the woman always remembered. A little late sometimes, but she always remembered. Julia had learned to work around Charlotte's scattered thinking, a good example being yesterday's phone call, a reminder of tonight's catering appointment and their one o'clock meeting to prepare the meal.
Cocking her head, Julia felt there was something... strange about the sound of those footfalls, though. She cocked her head a fraction, trying to figure it out. Somehow they sounded heavy. Much more solid than they should have.
Her gaze swiveled toward the stairs, and it seemed that time slowed to a near halt. Bare, muscular calves came into view. Julia's eyes rounded when she saw the knees and steel-like thighs.
If those were Charlotte's legs—Julia's gaze widened even more—then the woman had decided to make some sort of hairy, primeval fashion statement.
Julia was so taken aback by the sight of the towel-clad man that she couldn't speak, couldn't move. And he was in such a rush to get to the kitchen that he didn't even see her standing there by the stove until he was in the middle of the room. Her presence brought him to a sudden, startled halt.
His mouth parted, but no words passed his lips. A tiny, intriguing crease appeared between his tawny eyebrows. His blue eyes blinked once, twice.
Gee, had she ever seen eyes that blue? And that face. Men this attractive usually graced the covers of glossy fashion magazines.
The unbidden thoughts momentarily sidetracked the mute-inducing surprise that had walloped her like a swift uppercut to the jaw. One corner of her mouth ticked upward in the smallest of appreciative grins. If he were to appear on the cover of any magazine, her admiring musings silently continued, he'd have to wear something a little less... revealing.
Her eyes blazed a purely spontaneous path down the length of his body. Crystal droplets of water clung to his smooth neck and broad shoulders; the rivulets cascading down his tanned skin were evidence of how quickly he'd exited the shower. His well-formed pectorals glistened with damp, golden curls. Mesmerized now, her gaze followed the satiny hair as it tapered into a vee just above his taut stomach. She simply couldn't resist taking a quick peek at his well-defined abs. A true six-pack, she surmised. This man obviously took excellent care of his body.
The fluffy white towel that was wrapped around his waist exposed a healthy slice of muscular thigh, and before she realized it, she found herself staring at his nicely shaped feet.
He shifted his weight and suddenly Julia returned to her senses, realizing the blatant manner in which she'd appraised this... this... complete stranger. She swallowed, her gaze flying to his face as she felt her cheeks suffuse with heat.
One full brow was quirked upward, and his blue eyes held an unreadable expression that for some reason only served to heighten Julia's embarrassment.
And for the span of one quick heartbeat, she wondered if she should feel endangered by the nearly naked man who stood in the middle of Charlotte's kitchen. But the thought didn't last long, because for some reason it seemed unimaginable that he might threaten her in any way. The vibrations she sensed emanating from him had nothing to do with danger. What she did perceive, though, was his bewilderment regarding who she was and what she was doing here.
Well, those exact questions were rolling around in her mind, too.
It seemed that many long minutes had passed since the teakettle had whistled and the man had rushed into the room. Julia knew, however, that everything had happened within the ticking of just a few short seconds.
Say something, darn it, she silently commanded. The longer you stand here gawking, the longer you look like a complete and total idiot.

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About the author: Donna Fasano is a bestselling, award-winning author of over 30 romance and women's fiction novels. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies and have been published in nearly 2 dozen languages. Since becoming an Indie Author, she has seen her books make both the Kindle and the Nook Top 100 lists. Donna loves to hear from her readers. Connect with her online via her blog, or Facebook, or Twitter.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Welcome Amelia James to the blog with her new release 'Her Twisted Pleasures'

This weekend I welcome Amelia James to the blog with her new release 'Her Twisted Pleasures'
His hand came off my neck, and he wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against him. I grabbed his hair and forced his mouth to mine, feeding the darkness possessing us…. Submission, yes! Not giving up control but having it taken from me. This… this was why I needed Alex. Will was too nice; he would never abuse me like this. But Alex…mmm…Alex had no such qualms. “What have you done to me?”
 Talia indulges her sexual pleasures, turning her life into a twisted mess. Sleeping with Alex is dangerous and reckless. She craves that excitement. Loving Will is comforting and safe. She needs that stability. Why can’t she get everything she wants from one man?

Will has everything under control. Watching his girlfriend flirt with his best friend fuels his lust for her. He loves Talia; he trusts Alex. It’s all good as long as he makes the rules.

Alex doesn’t give a damn about rules. He knows how to play with fire without getting burned. It’s just sex with Talia. No emotions means no attachments. That’s one rule he won’t break.

Sometimes dirty little secrets are more dirty than secret….


"How can you do this to me?" I moaned.
He just laughed.
"How can you do this to yourself?"
His hand slipped on the damp sheet and he sank deeper into me.

I was getting to him. "I know you want me. You haven't been able to keep your hands off me all day."
He'd kept finding excuses to pull over and make out.

"How can you hold back now when all you want to do is make me scream?"

Something devious flashed in his dark blue eyes and he faked a yawn. "It's been a long day, and we have another long day ahead of us tomorrow. I'm pretty tired." He pulled out and rolled over, turning off the light. "Sweet dreams, darlin'."

"I don't think so." I threw my body against him, pushing him onto his back. I wriggled onto his lap, and smiled when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Now I'm in control."

He moaned and let me thrust down on him once, almost twice. "Not for long."

He flipped me on my back and I squealed. He spread my legs and rubbed up and down my pink flesh. When he slipped in, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him in deeper, but he held my thighs apart and teased me with the tip again.

My body started to ache and burn. I needed more, and he knew it. I pinched my nipples with one hand, reaching down to stroke my button with the other.

He grabbed my hands and held them above my head. "Nope."
But my legs were free, and I tried to pull him in again.

"I gotta find something to tie you down with."


An interview with Alex
Alex Sheridan
Alex is a defense attorney with an impressive winning record. He grew up with Will, and he works with Talia. Their law firm forbids employee relationships, but Alex doesn't care.

Why did you choose your profession?
I’m a defense attorney, but don’t go thinking that I believe in justice or ‘the system’ or guilty until proven innocent. I’m not stupid. I like arguing, I like winning, and there’s no greater challenge than convincing a jury a guilty man is innocent. Or not guilty. There’s no such thing as innocent.

Who was your first love?
I fell head over heels for my fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Hanson. She was married and an adult, so I couldn’t have her, but that’s why I liked her. 

How old were you when you lost your virginity? What was that like?
Older than you’d think. I was trying to get into law school so I spent too much time studying, but I eventually gave it up to an older woman. She had a boyfriend, which was fine with me because I didn’t have to deal with all that ‘why didn’t you call me’? BS afterward.

Have you ever cheated on a lover? Why/why not?
No, I never have. The women I sleep with know I'm not exclusive. I’ve always been the other man. *wink*

Are you dominant or submissive? Would you ever switch?
Dominant. I always win. Talia tied me up once, but I escaped and then…. Ha, yeah. I taught her a lesson that night. *grins*

What’s your secret talent?
The ability to seduce any woman I want. No, that’s no secret. Um…I can sing. I won’t unless I’m really drunk, but I’ve been told I sound pretty good. 

Do you ever feel guilty about sleeping with married women?
Nope. Not my problem. 

That’s cold.
Yeah, it is, but it works for me. I just want to get laid. No attachments. That’s my rule.


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Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published.  She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books.
She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.

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Sunday, August 12, 2012

A big welcome to Erotic romance writer Tonya Kinzer

Welcome to the blog this week Tonya, it's a pleasure to see you.

     First I’d like to thank Tessa for letting me blog with you for a few days! Readers, thank you for stopping by to meet Nick and Sondra, the main characters in my series, The Boss’s Pet. He's handsome, a proper gentleman and his eyes will undress you before you even know it!  Psst...I'm not sure I could work in the same office with a man this handsome! Sondra is a beautiful distraction to any office and smart enough to manage his operation. So, let’s get things started.

Tonya:  * taking a deep breath * Nick, Sondra, thank you so much for being with us today and for securing the dungeon for our interview. I’ll start with Nick - I know you're a workaholic but it really isn't good for a man to lock himself away like that. You poor thing, you need down time to stay balanced!

Nick:  *loosening his tie* I thought you might like this location. I know how your mind works! My firm is growing by leaps and bounds. Although that's a good thing, it makes for too many hours hunched over my desk at the computer. I have to stay up on the market changes because my clients depend on me to know what's happening in case they want to change their investment strategies. In turn, that takes away from my time at home and unfortunately, makes for an unhappy wife at home, which is why I no longer have one. I can't blame her; I work horrendous hours.

Tonya:  So what does a busy man do for down time when you DO take it?

Nick:  I enjoy being at home where it's quiet. My property is surrounded by woods and only the driveway is visible from the highway. It's peaceful out on my back patio by the pool and hot tub; it's a great place for entertaining, I'm just not there enough to do that. I do think I’ve found a woman who can make it more fun to be at home and share the luxuries with.

Tonya:  * eyeing the massage table, complete with restraints * I bet you have muscles knotted all over you. I know someone who could help you with that! *wink* Finding good office help can't be easy but I understand you've recently hired an office manager, correct?

Nick:  *giving me a huge sexy smile* I have. Sondra Prentice is more than qualified to run my office while I take care of business. She did bring a substantial book of business with her. Those clients didn't want to stay with the new owner of her prior firm so needless to say, I was happy to help her with that. Her husband also didn't like the long hours our profession requires and he found someone else to occupy his time with. I think Sondra will fit in well with her management skills and she's already helping to encourage the sales staff I have, not to mention her marketing ideas. I've just not had time to do that myself and to pay someone to do that as an outside source is very expensive. Perhaps now I can redirect my funds to help with inside sales, we'll see.

Tonya:  Sondra, I know you and Nick are busy but it has to be hard to keep your mind on your job. What is it about Nick that draws you to him?

Sondra:  I'm not sure I can put a finger on just what it is that pulls me toward this sexy man. *she looks Nick in the eye, runs her hand down his thigh and squeezes his knee* I know he has a magnetism that attracts all women and when he looks at you with those sexy blues of his, it's as though he can read your mind and implant thoughts into your brain of what he wants from you!

Tonya:  I'm not sure how you pull it off having a boss with sexy eyes like Nick has. Is it hard to work and concentrate in the same office with a man who tugs at your wants and needs?

Sondra:  If we're working on a client portfolio, it's all business for both of us. We want to make sure we get the investment recommendations right for that client. We look at the amount of money being invested, what their goals are and the portfolio has to match what the client goals are for their future and the number of years they have to go to meet that goal. When it's time for us to relax, it's only after the research is done.

Tonya:  Nick, is it a bad thing for a woman to be beautiful and smart?

Nick:  Not at all! I find that very attractive and especially if she knows what she wants out of life. Sondra does and she doesn't take shit from any man from what I've seen. So I find her a huge challenge. In the beginning, she refused to go out with me very often and I needed to find a way to break through her walls because she had them pretty high.

Tonya:  I sense that you understand the normal wants and needs of a woman but I think you go much deeper than that. Care to explain further for our curious minds out there?

Nick:  Not at all. I enjoy a life style that I don't share with many people, but since I find you so appealing, Tonya, I'll share a bit with you *he winks*...if you keep it to yourself. It's a challenge for me to make a woman realize that once she trusts me, she can learn that I know what's best for her in certain have to let go of wanting to control when and where you receive certain pleasure. When you don't have to worry over that and just relax your 'mind' to accept pleasure and submit to what is being done to you, it becomes quite satisfying.

Tonya:  I'm guessing not just any woman off the street would appeal to you for this type of fun.

Nick:  No. A strong, secure woman knows in her heart where she stands in life and has a good self-esteem. Being able to submit to someone else and allow them to be in charge takes a lot of control within the mind. One can submit without being a slave to another and feeling beat down, because if one doesn't have a strong self-esteem, this type of life style is all wrong for them, although it can be taught, but that road takes a bit longer. I don't have that kind of time.

Tonya:  *squirming in my seat as my thoughts begin to wrap around exactly what he's referring to*  So I'm guessing you enjoy being in charge and helping others learn what's best for them?

Nick:  My life style has never come into the office nor does anyone there know I live a different way in some aspects of my life, but that may be changing. Sondra has a sexual attraction that I can't seem to ignore. *Nick eyes me intently* I also think you'd be great at turning your control over to me, what do say?

Tonya:  Me? Oh no, I don't think I could ever do that. I like being in control.

Nick:  Well, in a way you would be. We'd agree to let you control, to a point, how far I could go with you. I could take you places you might enjoy with the proper stimulation! *as he nods toward the massage table *

Tonya:  *squirming in my seat again…coughing* Umm, let’s move on, shall we? Sondra, has anything surprised you about entering into the lifestyle that Nick has introduced you to?

Sondra:  I think that would have to be the way your thought process changes when you're in the submissive mode. Both parties have to agree beforehand what can and can't be done. It saves a lot of misunderstanding and hurt feelings. As a Dom, Nick seems to know exactly what I want and need; His patience and control are above anyone I've ever met. I'm not sure how he does that, but I love his thought process.

Tonya:  You enjoy the blindfold and restraints. Doesn't that require a lot of trust between two people?

Sondra:  Yes, it does. I totally trust Nick not to hurt me or do something that I've not agreed to ahead of time. There’s a difference to being injured and causing pain. He’s promised not ‘injure’ me, but he’s never promised not to cause pain. Also, not being able to anticipate what he is going to do to tease and torment me just adds to the excitement of being blindfolded.

Tonya:  The two of you are becoming closer and I would guess the feelings you have for one another are building. What's in the future for you two?
Sondra:  I can't speak for Nick, but yes, I'm falling in love with the man.*she winks at him* He's in my thoughts constantly. I find myself doing things that will please him and when I'm not with him, I want to be. If our readers would care to read Chapter One of each book out so far, they can click HERE.  For those who enjoy the erotic excerpt, you can click HERE! Book Four, Their Submissive Switch, gets even hotter. They can read that HERE.
Tonya:  Great idea but…readers DO come back and finish reading here, please! Bookmark those sites and come back! LOL Sondra, have you ever thought about being the Dominant at all and could you do that?

Sondra: *wicked laugh* I can't answer that without spoiling the next book....but, yes, the thought has entered my mind quite a bit lately!
Tonya:  Readers, there you have it - if we read between the lines, I think that tells us what’s happening in book four. Book five still hasn’t been written yet but know that there will be one! Thank you all for stopping in. Don’t forget to enter both contest and follow my tour schedule to be in more! I have monthly drawings from my newsletter subscribers and blog followers so do that also.

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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Elodie Parkes has a new book just released this week, and we know you would want to check it out

This is a contemporary romance, a mystery, a quirky tale of life and the things people do for love, erotic but character driven. It is for 18+ only and contains explicit sex in the love scenes. Romance for men and for women in this story told about the brothers and their love lives.
Two brothers alike in a crucial way and not alike at all in others, both looking for love. Named after characters in one of their grandfather’s gritty spy novels, Jet and Falcon wonder if their often absent father is a spy.
Kind hearted Jet feels trapped in a job he doesn’t like.
Dynamic, creative Falcon loves his work.

Jet longs for something different in his life. When he meets Emma, he thinks that after their night of delightful lovemaking he has found it. He longs to see her after that night. Does she feel the same?

Jet begins to change his life, but it’s worrying and time consuming. His luck is about to change when Annabel kisses him in the local pub garden. Her sexual advances at first shock Jet until he lets himself relax into her passionate ways.

Jet has inherited a cottage from his grandfather, and as he clears out the garden shed what he finds there turns his ideas about his own family upside down.
Jet along with his brother Falcon decide to find out the secrets that have been hidden from them. Was their father a spy after all?
As Jet and Falcon start to unravel the secret life of their father, they realize that love is more important to them than they could have imagined, and Falcon finds what he wants.

Excerpts from Two of Them (please note excerpt two is suitable for adults only)

The journey was not as bad as Jet expected, and they found themselves tired but manageably so more than a day later in a taxi going to their accommodation on Sorrento beach. They picked up their key to the little apartment from the concierge and dumped their suitcases in their bedrooms before they made a cup of coffee.

“This will be fine Jet”, Falcon said as he looked around. There was a little jar of coffee and packets of sugar by the kettle and a tiny carton of milk in the fridge. They needed to go out to the store and fortunately for them a small mall was only a walk away. Falcon had arranged a rental car, but they were not picking it up until the next morning as they felt they needed to sleep off the jet lag overnight.

Jet had made cups of coffee and they went out onto the balcony to drink it. The day was warm and the light incredibly bright. They could see the Indian Ocean through a large gap in the two buildings on the road opposite. The beach was down that little lane between the buildings too, and Jet smiled as he took in the view of palm trees and the atmosphere.

“It’s autumn here but it’s still lovely isn’t it Falcon? Let’s walk out to the shopping mall and then we can relax for the rest of the afternoon. I’d like to walk on the beach this evening”.
Jet was smiling and Falcon smiled back pleased with his brother’s response.

They walked in the sunshine to the mall, bought what they needed with their credit cards, and browsed in a surf shop before they went back to the apartment.
They were surprised how quickly it got dark in the evening but still had a short walk by the serene, pale green ocean.

The next day having set their cell phones to wake them up, they got a taxi to the city and picked up the rental car before driving off helped by the navigation unit, to find the genealogist’s office in North Perth. The day felt hot to them and they were in T-shirts and jeans. They parked in the small car park at the front of the office and went through the smoked glass door into it.


Tobi sighed against his lips and began to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hands across his chest and Falcon felt himself harden against her. He pressed closer and moved a hand to hold her face so that he kissed her softly, gently, and then as she began to unzip his jeans, he deepened the kiss feeling swept away with the need to bury himself into her.

“Let’s just go to bed Falcon”, Tobi whispered, and she trailed her fingertips across his lower stomach so that Falcon’s muscles clenched in anticipation.

He could only whisper, “Yes let’s”, against her lips.

Tobi took him to her bedroom, and stood in front of him to pull her short, lacy T-shirt dress over her head. Her hair fell around her shoulders and sheer black bra. Falcon took the step to her and clasped her close to him. He kissed down her neck and over her breasts as he unfastened the bra and took it away from her breasts. He licked her nipples one by one and pushed her underwear down. Tobi dragged his shirt down his arms and Falcon stopped tracing the curve of her bottom to take his shirt off.

They kissed each other Falcon moving his tongue over hers, and then as he smiled and moved her legs apart gently with his leg, Tobi kissed down his throat to his shoulder and bit gently. Falcon felt her dampness with his fingertips. He dropped to his knees and Tobi arched to his tongue as he found her bud. He swirled his tongue around her, and put first one finger into her, and then another just to hear her throaty sounds of pleasure as he licked her and moved his fingers to heighten the sensation.

Tobi whispered his name, “Falcon, please”. He took his tongue and fingers from her gently and they moved to the bed. Tobi sat down and Falcon stood between Tobi’s legs as she pulled down his jeans and he stepped out of them. He took hold of her hips, as he laid her down, and raised her to push gently into her before Tobi thrust towards him, and he started to move with long slow strokes. Falcon moved to cover her, their stomachs touched and they couldn’t kiss each other enough as their hips worked to drive each other to a shattering release. Tobi moaned softly and Falcon whispered against her lips. “I have never felt anything like that before”.

Tobi kissed him and whispered back. “Me neither, we fit together well”.

They rolled onto their sides. They couldn’t stop kissing each other nor giving little thrusts of their hips as the sensations continued to come in little waves.
“I still want you”, he whispered. “It’s not stopping”. His tongue found hers and they shuddered a little against each other needing more.

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 Elodie Parkes writes contemporary romance with an erotic twist.
 Elodie Parkes currently lives in Canterbury, United Kingdom, (of Chaucer fame), with her two dogs. Elodie loves to go to the coast whenever she can.
 She combines writing with her job in a local antiques shop and says the people  she meets there often spark a story idea.

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