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Friday, November 4, 2016

Kandi, Electric Desert Nights #2 by @JewelQuinlan #99cents #ShortStory #ParanormalRomance #NewRelease

Kandi, Electric Desert Nights #2 by @JewelQuinlan

#99cents #ShortStory #ParanormalRomance #NewRelease


Mya goes to Electric Daisy Carnival with her friends hoping not only to have the time of her life but also to take her mind of off her problems. A gnawing hunger has plagued her for months. But even though she eats, she’s growing dangerously thin, and the doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. While at the carnival, she runs into Somer who tells her he’s an incubus and that she’s paranormal as well. Mya doesn’t believe him, of course. But then when he kisses her, she feels an enticing heat curl deep within her and something else that makes her change her mind. Could Somer hold the key to making her well?

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Enjoy this excerpt:
“Hey pretty girl, want some kandi?” A rumbling chuckle followed the question.
Mya musings were abruptly forgotten when she saw the gorgeous guy who’d appeared by her side. He held a pink beaded bracelet out to her. Oh yeah, kandi. “Um. Sure,” was all she could get out. He had sandy blond hair and gorgeous green eyes that glowed with good-humor.
Taking her hand, he slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. It was composed of neon pink beads, that alternated with pastel pink and, in the center, square white beads spelled out the word goddess. “Look at that. It suits you perfectly,” he said. He wore several other brightly colored beaded bracelets on his forearms. Some had charms on them and others, like the one he’d given her, had words like dance, joy, and party strung onto them.
Mya blinked. The guy was so good-looking he practically glowed with magnetism. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, and her skin still tingled from where he’d touched her. She gave her head a slight shake, trying to snap out of it. “Thanks. It’s pretty.”
He leaned in close and his bare chest bumped her arm, sending a rush of heat through her. “Mind if I hang out with you? I’m Somer.” He stuck his hand out and she shook it, causing another rush of heat to curl through her. What was it about him that made her body respond so strongly?
“Um, I’m Mya. You want to hang out with me?” He was giving her one of those looks that made her feel suddenly shy.
He looked amused. “Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Sure. I guess.” She got caught up in those eyes again and the bright smile. The space was so packed with people that they were forced to stand close together, only centimeters apart, near enough to feel the heat of his body and inhale his scent. It was a mix of warm spicy cologne, shaving gel, and the musty scent of male. The gnawing hunger in her belly spiked again, and she couldn’t stop herself from checking him out. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so there was nothing to stop her from running her gaze over his wide, firm chest and shoulders. Lower down his torso tapered into well-toned abdominals. She stopped at the white mesh shorts and felt disappointment wash over her. Oh, he’s gay.
“You like my outfit?” he asked.
“Yeah. It’s…nice.”
“Hey, we match,” he said, bumping his hip against hers.
She was wearing a white skirt and cropped tank top and had used some puff paint to draw flowers on them.
“You’re gorgeous, by the way,” he said.
His directness made her blush. “It’s nice of you to say so. I know I’m not really your type.” She winced and wished she could take back the words as soon as she said them. They smacked of insecurity. Why had she drunk so much beer?
“What are you talking about? You’re exactly my type.” He beamed another one of those smiles at her.
“But aren’t you…you know…gay?” Her cheeks heated again with embarrassment, and this time she wanted to kick herself. The alcohol had definitely loosened her tongue.
“No.”
She gestured at him with her hand. “But the outfit, the hair…and, you’re way too good-looking to be straight.”
He laughed. “Am I?”
She nodded and returned his smile. It was impossible not to, his charm was infectious.
“Well, now you’ve done it,” he said in a mock-dangerous tone.
“What?”
His green eyes sparkled wickedly down at her. “Forced me to have to prove myself.”
Before she could figure out what that meant, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
That’s when everything was turned upside down.


About the Author:
Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far. Lover of ice cream, dark beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another romance novel. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German, and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.
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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Holiday Ever After by the Los Angeles Romance Authors @JewelQuinlan #LaraRWA #holidayeverafter

Holiday Ever After by the Los Angeles Romance Authors

@JewelQuinlan #LaraRWA #holidayeverafter

Baby, it’s cold outside! Come snuggle up with Holiday Ever After, a collection of 15 stories filled with love and passion sure to put you in the holiday spirit.

Get tangled up with a Regency tavern wench, your own Mr. Scrooge, or the ghosts of Christmases past and present. Open your home and your heart to visitors from far away. Is your secret Santa a Navy SEAL, a handsome jock, or an artist? Perhaps you’d like to ring in the holidays with that office party hottie, the sexy exchange student next door, or a Vegas stripper? Whether you like your holiday treats sweet or spicy, there’s something for everyone in Holiday Ever After.

Featuring stories by the Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA), Holiday Ever After will keep you warm on a chilly winter’s night.

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Enjoy this excerpt from My Oktoberfest Escapade by Jewel Quinlan:
Lars stopped us again, this time at a hat vendor. There were all kinds of hats. Some were traditional Bavarian ones like Lars’s. They came in green, gray, and brown with all different kinds of trim and decorations on them. Other, less expensive hats were on the comical side and shaped like kegs or mugs. One had beer holders with straws so the wearer could drink as they walked.
“You can’t leave without a souvenir,” Lars said.
I looked up from the stand of felt A-shaped hats I was examining.
He shoved some money and a receipt into his pocket and then presented a hat to me that looked like a full beer mug, complete with froth, and placed it on my head. I held still as he tugged the brim into position and arranged my hair, pulling the light-brown locks forward over my shoulders. He trailed his fingertips down the length of the last cluster of strands, making the base of my scalp tingle. We stood so close I could detect the mild scent of beer on his breath.
The boots I wore had a decent heel on them, but I still had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. “How does it look?”
“Perfect.”
Our eyes locked, and it was as if time sucked us backward to that day so long ago when we’d said goodbye. It overpowered the world around us, forcing it into the background. All that existed was the two of us. As the longing in his gaze registered, my breath caught. Does he feel the same way I do? I got my answer when his lips pressed down on mine, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight.

About the Author:
Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far. Lover of ice cream, dark beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another romance novel. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German, and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.
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