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Monday, August 29, 2016

If You Can't Stand the Heat...





               Readers tend to love my wolves and supernatural paranormal creatures the best of all my characters. And, personally, I never really envisioned myself writing contemporaries. But two of the favorite stories I've written, HER CAPTAIN and IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT, were both contemporaries with new paranormal elements. 



               Oddly enough, both were written for a now defunct publisher gracious enough to give me back the rights to the stories when the publisher closed its doors, covers and all. Since I am still so computer challenged in just about every way, and couldn't contemplate the time, knowledge, skills and energy to go the self-publishing route, I immediately turned around and offered the books to my longtime publisher, Decadent Publishing. 

                   Decadent wanted new covers and new editing...so in my mind, it's almost as if the books were released for the first time. But I cannot tell a lie, pretty and freshened up as they are, they are re-releases.  HER CAPTAIN came out earlier this year. Now it's IF YOU CAN"T STAND THE HEAT's turn. 

                    IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT is a a hot and spicy foodie romance and it'll have you drooling. Not only is the hero, Derek Dunne, a total hunk of a book boyfriend, but the sublime culinary concoctions he cooks up are delicioso. It's not just the food that sizzles!

                       Releasing from Decadent on September 9!

Derek Dunne is a Cordon Bleu-trained food critic for the prestigious New York Monitor, whose scathing review of a popular Italian bistro has driven away all but the most loyal neighborhood patrons.

Lucrezia Serafina DiCicco is a clumsy business school drop-out, working as a chef and scrambling to keep her family's restaurant afloat, after her father develops diabetes and is banned from his kitchen for his own good.

Now, with The Monitor folding, Derek is searching for his next career path and longing to get back to his first love—cooking—while Lu is desperate for an influx of cash to save the struggling restaurant…even as her father puts his foot down about non-family employees.

Derek and Lu embark on a marriage of inconvenience to save the restaurant. But can Lu ever really trust the man who nearly destroyed her family, once noted her initials spelled “LSD,” and her food was like a “bad trip?”

Or will it be their hearts on the chopping block? 
       

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Stud for Hire by Sabrina York: New release and Giveaway


Stud for Hire by Sabrina York
Just south of Fort Worth, Texas, you’ll find a little ranch where the hot, toned cowboys are ready and eager to take it all off and make your naughtiest fantasies come true...

When her sister plans a wild bachelorette weekend at the Double S Ranch, Hanna Stevens is pretty sure she’ll just grin and bear it while the other women get their fill of hot cowboy strippers. After all, Hanna has never met a man who made her really want.

Zack, Hanna’s future husband, offered to marry her and save her family’s ranch from financial ruin, and while she accepted, it was never what you’d call a passionate affair. But when she locks eyes with Logan, Hanna is suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling she’s always craved and never experienced: Pure. Animal. Desire...
The first in a new series of Stripped Down Cowboys from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sabrina York

"Sabrina York can write a sexy cowboy like no other!" Susan Stoker, New York Times bestselling author

Read an Excerpt

“Hi.”
Logan’s heart stilled and then shot into a rapid tattoo. He dropped the heavy bale on the ground. It landed with a dull thud and a plume of dust. Slowly, he turned, trying to ignore the shivers running over his skin at that low, sultry voice.
And yeah. There she was, backlit by the sun in the yawning barn door, a tantalizing silhouette.
“Ma’am.”
He tipped back his hat so he could see her better. Wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, she was beautiful. Her red hair was down, flowing over her shoulders like a rippling stream, teased by the breeze. The buttons of her plaid shirt strained against the curves of her breasts. He loved the way her skinny jeans clung to her legs, disappearing in a pair of well-worn boots.
She wasn’t supposed to be here. The women were supposed to be settling in, dressing for the evening’s festivities. A Hunky Hoedown. Logan was supposed to be preparing for that too—but he’d decided to work off his simmering energy here, in the barn.
He hadn’t really expected her to take him up on his offer and find him here. Never dared hope.
But…here she was.
His knees went a little weak. He tightened his muscles and forced himself to remain where he was, watching her every move. Every breath.
Though he suspected why she’d come, he wasn’t sure. It would be wise to let her make the first move.
God help him.
Because he wanted to pounce.
“So…” She wandered deeper into the barn, pretending to study the tools hanging on the wall. Her fingers drifted over a harness; the sight made a shudder walk through him.  When Gotham poked out a head and sprayed her with a welcoming snort, she patted his snout, but not like a city girl. Not with a tentative pat as though she were afraid he’d bite.
Logan swallowed the pool of drool in his mouth. He’d like to take a bite. Of that.
“So…” she repeated. “Is this a working ranch, or only a weekend bordello?”
Logan stiffened. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was a flirtatious tone. She flicked a look at him, from beneath amber lashes and his gut clenched. Shit. It was.
His heart lurched. His cock swelled. Sudden sweat beaded his brow.
This was Hanna. His Hanna—well, the Hanna of his dreams. The woman he’d wanted forever, the woman who’d never seen him.
And she was flirting. With him.
Inexorably drawn to her, he stepped closer. “Oh. It’s a working ranch.” A low rumble, infused with meaning. Yeah. He’d like to work her. Work her over.
“I see.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. It took every ounce of concentration in him to keep his gaze on her face. Oh, it was a fascinating face, but the cleavage her action created was even more mesmerizing.
His brain fizzled and popped at that hint of a shadow. He said the only thing that came to mind—the only thing fit to say, at least. “Cody has over two hundred head.”
“I see. Do you…” Her attention trickled over his bare chest. He was covered in sweat and bits of hay. She didn’t seem to mind. Her lips pursed. Then she licked them. “Do you work here?”
He snorted. “No.” His days working as a cowpoke for Cody were long gone…unless he lost a bet.
“Ah.” Her gaze flicked up to his. The muscle in her cheek tightened. “I didn’t think so.”
The words skimmed over him in a hot rush, her tone, low and woven with implication. His breath hitched at the look in her beautiful eyes.
And then it plunged to his toes.
Because he could tell, from every line of her face, from the way she held her body, from the way she looked at him. She didn’t recognize him.
She had no idea who he was. No idea they’d gone to high school together. No memory of what he’d done, how he’d risked everything for her. And nearly lost.
Nope. She thought he was just a random stripper. Manflesh brought in for the sole purpose of providing pleasure to the lady guests.
On the one hand, that pissed him off.
But on the other hand…hell, she thought he was a stripper.  Probably one willing to make himself available to Cody’s guests should the right offer arise.
A mix of annoyance, need and lust warred within him.
Lust won.
Hanna Stevens, the prim and proper princess of Snake Gully, thought he was a stud for hire. And she wanted him.
This could be fun.
He stepped closer to her, adopting a gait, an attitude he assumed a man of lesser morals might employ. “I’m just here for the weekend, ma’am. Just here to make sure you ladies have a…good time.”
“I-I see.”
“My name is Logan.”
“Hanna.”
Yeah. He knew. He knew her name.
She tipped up her head as he neared. Her eyes went wide. Pupils dilated. Lips parted. Damn, she was a tiny thing. Heat gathered low in his belly. He fought back the urge to yank her into his arms and kiss the shit out of her. “I…ah…and…” She glanced away and then slowly forced her gaze back. “And what would that good time entail…exactly?”
Everything in him stilled.
First, because hell, was she propositioning him?
And second because, hell! She was propositioning him.
“That’s…negotiable.” He hated that his voice cracked on the words. But he really couldn’t help it. It was all he could do to keep control of his raging emotions. Okay. His raging lust. His cock was hard. Tight in his jeans. Thudding with every beat of his heart. And his pulse thrummed like an out of control jackhammer. “W-what do you like?”
He was pretty sure gentlemen of the evening didn’t stutter, but he couldn’t help himself. He held his breath, waiting for her answer. God, he wanted to know. He’d always wanted to know. Ached to know.
She drew her finger along the leather harness dangling from the wall and his cock jerked in sympathetic reaction. “I don’t know. Something…improper.” The look she flicked at him set his soul on fire. A dark wind screamed through him like a violent summer storm on the range.
“I can do improper.” Could he.
She stepped closer. Her scent engulfed him, clouded his brain. Something feminine and light, like powder. She tipped her chin and met his gaze as she set her palm flat on his chest. He nearly winced at the touch. Their first real touch. His muscles bunched at the effort to hold back that involuntary reaction. Her hand was tiny. She was tiny. He wanted to scoop her up, find a nice soft pile of hay and roll her in it. Hard.
Her lashes flickered. “Something…very improper.”
He swallowed. “I can do very improper.”
“Something naughty.” A whisper. As though some deep part of her was not allowed to hear.
“I can do naughty,” he whispered back. “I’m very good at naughty.”
A sizzling energy passed between them. She licked her lips again and this time he saw it for what it was. An invitation.
To take.
What he wanted.
What he’d wanted for years.
Forever.
And he did.
He kissed her.



Read more about the Stripped Down Cowboys!
STRIPPED DOWN SERIES from SABRINA YORK
Cowboy to Command by Sabrina York 10/18/2016
Spurred On by Sabrina York  01/17/2017 

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Saturday, August 27, 2016

How to work with a graphic artist and more importantly how to find one!

Branding your work is no easy task. It requires a lot of thought on your part before you ever talk to an artist. In fact, it requires you think about it in depth before you decide on one artist over another.

And in this marketplace, with new authors trying their wings daily, the market is filled with marvelous designers.
In fact, the list I am about to produce for you here shows the variety of their thoughts and tools, the marvelous talent and the dramatic differences among those designers.

First of all, let me tell you, I am an author. A communicator. I am not an artist. But I have worked with professional designers of everything from giant highway billboards to tiny, intriguing business cards for more than 36 years.

Secondly, why do I have this list?

Ah, my guilty secret is that I LOVE looking at the offerings of so many delightful artists and often after I sit down each morning to work (and yes, write!) I take myself on a magic carpet ride on the internet to gaze at the beauties they have offered up for our enjoyment. (I could go to amazon and surf, but trust me, that way, I am reading plot lines, not imbibing the skills of the artistry.)

Furthermore, if you look at these artists' works like I do, you become inspired by their imagination. I play a game with myself called, What Title Goes With This Cover?

Try it. You'll be smiling.  And like me, you may find yourself refreshed and ready to hit the keyboard. If you have problems tearing yourself away, then do hit the stop watch. You could spend the day doing this! (Yes. I have.)

Know too that not every artist is right for you and your work or even all of your work. Many are better at one particular kind of rendering, much like Rodin was better at sculptures of nudes and men in action or torment. But he probably would not have achieved fame for, say, painting like Delacroix. Nor could Chopin compose works that had the fell or drama of Beethoven. If you write Regency romance, an artist who does superb sci-fi romance covers might not be your best choice. But if you wrote about Mr. Darcy on Mars? Well, then! Give that artist a good go!

Each artist has different requirements of clients, different ways of working. Each tells you that, usually up front. If you have questions, ask. Note how each works and see if that set of principles works for you, your temperament and your ideas of professional relationships.

I have collected these sites for a long time because it suits my own artistic temperament. Looking at art (painting, sculpture, installations) opens up my own mind, makes me ask questions of myself that are vital to my existence and my growth as a writer. I hope you enjoy this list and use it to your prosperity and in the best of health. And if you know of an artist who is not on this list, please send it to me! I will make another list for all to use and enjoy!

A few things you must know about this list:

It is in no order.
It has no qualifiers, including pricing.
It represents, I am certain, only a smattering of those who offer up delicious work.
I do not say this list is complete, or the definitive list of those who can and should aid you.
I do not advocate for one more than the other.
I do not receive any compensation from any of them for this listing.
But I have employed some of them.
I would employ a lot more if I wrote faster and had more books!
In fact, I have in my computer, far more book covers by artists whom I have employed than works I have yet written! (Yes, I am that enamored of great art that I salivate to possess it. Kind of like a woman who must have a certain man she adores! But I digress.)

And so here is my list:

https://thebookcoverdesigner.com

NOOK 

http://designsbybmb.com/site/

http://www.coragraphics.it/

http://telltalebookcovers.weebly.com/

http://www.wickedsmartdesigns.com

http://estrellacoverart.com/

www.pandngraphics.com/

http://ebookindiecovers.com/

http://www.mybookcoverdesign.com/

http://www.coveredup.net/

http://melodyypond.weebly.com/

http://litteradesigns.storenvy.com

http://vwzdesigns.com/

http://www.bookcoverbydesign.co.uk/

http://www.kam.design/#!book-covers/c192n

http://www.gobookcoverdesign.com/

http://www.coveredup.net/

http://coversbyharris.weebly.com/

http://www.roseannawhitedesigns.com/

The Lion by Cerise DeLand, Omega Team series
Amazon US | UK | Canada |
http://jessbuffettgraphicdesigns.weebly.com/

http://www.theillustratedauthor.net/

http://www.syneca-originalsyn.com

http://www.glassslipperwebdesign.com/

https://victoriamillerartist.com/

http://sherimcgathy.com/

http://sweettoheat.blogspot.com/

http://winterheart.com/

https://fantasiafrogdesigns.wordpress.com/

http://www.tibbsdesign.com/

http://fionajaydemedia.com/

http://genemollica.com/

http://cheekycovers.com/

http://yocladesigns.com/

http://najlaqamberdesigns.com/

http://damonza.com/packages/

http://www.okaycreations.com/

http://www.kfadvertisingservices.com/

http://seductivemusingsdesigns.blogspot.com/

http://pickymeartist.com/

http://coveryourdreams.wordpress.com/

http://thekilliongroupinc.com/

http://spittyfish.wordpress.com/

http://fantasiafrogdesigns.wordpress.com/

http://safariheatbooktoursandauthorservices.blogspot.com/

http://www.romance-covers.com/

http://koreymaejohnson.com/

http://www.readycovers.com/

http://aeternumdesigns.com/

http://seductivemusingsdesigns.blogspot.com/

http://dusktildawndesigns.com/

http://www.premadeebookcovershop.com/

http://www.leahsuttle.com/

http://www.sydgill.com/

http://www.tamianwood.com/

http://www.selfpubbookcovers.com/

http://judgeyourbookbyitscover.blogspot.com/

http://www.creativeparamita.com/

http://www.georginagibson.com/

http://www.michelleleedesigns.net/

http://atomicwerewolfstudio.com/

http://www.coveredup.net/

http://www.raemonetinc.com/

And for my commercial, here I've added a few of my own covers (designed by two different artists) that I adore and you can readily see the difference in tone, treatment and, I do hope, genre!
Happy viewing!

Friday, August 26, 2016

Love In Carson Falls by Paisleigh Aumack



Author Paisleigh Aumack
Love In Carson Falls





Arianna Morgan: 
She never thought life would beat her down. She never imagined the man she loved doing it either. Starting over in a small town was her only option. Once she arrives in Carson Falls, she realizes her life never really began until the locals, one specifically, proves that there are things that can mend your spirit.
River Bradshaw:
He never thought the mother of his child would walk away. He also never thought she would end up dead. Living in a small town his whole life, he knew what his life’s meaning was, or so he thought. Once a stranger from out of town starts teaching his daughter piano, she proves that life has much more in store for him.

This is a story about loss, love, and how music can teach us about ourselves.










Paisleigh Aumack was born in Red Bank, New Jersey. She grew up in a small barrier island town and has lived there all her life. She has always loved music, going as far as being a trained musician. Her tastes in music range all over the board, but currently, her heart belongs to country music. 

Paisleigh is engaged to the love of her life and lives a fairly quiet, peaceful existence. When she isn’t working, she is writing or she is reading. Or singing at the top of her lungs. Paisleigh began writing a short time ago because she had a story to tell.





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Twitter:
https://twitter.com/PaisleighAumack
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@PaisleighAumack

Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/authorpaisleighaumack/
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Goodreads Author Page:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15235944.Paisleigh_Aumack

Add Love in Carson Falls to your TBR here:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30117552-love-in-carson-falls





Thursday, August 25, 2016

Perilous Play and One Peril of Indie Publishing by Suz deMello (#indiepubbing #memoir #BDSM)

I've written about indie publishing before in this blog, and as many writers (and some readers) know, there's a steep learning curve in this enterprise. Republication offers opportunities to revise and re-edit. Sounds good, doesn't it? Gives the writer an opportunity to make a good book into a great one.

But there must be limits on our insanity. Some of us are too picky for our own good.

And when it comes to my memoir, Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades, I'm compulsively drawn to edit whenever something happens to affect the existing content.

Perilous Play is a memoir of some of my experiences with BDSM. One of the men in it, a user I call Trapper Hart, has called me out for oversharing. But I felt that this story needed to be told precisely because of sharks like Trapper. 

Plus, with the popularity of Fifty Shades, I was concerned about newbies venturing into the world of alternative sexual practices without knowledge of the pitfalls and yes, the perils. There's a difference between inflicting a pleasurable sort of pain and causing injury from sheer stupidity. For example, bondage is great but tying up a person wrong can really mess up his or her joints.

The first version of Perilous Play was written in late 2013, and I had inserted an invented scene to wrap up the book in a satisfactory way. I had also changed the location and time of significant events, and had marketed it as "based on a true story." As time went on, that bothered me more and more. I base my behavior on The Four Agreements, and the first one (see the graphic to your left) is all about honesty. I believe that honesty has to be tinctured with diplomacy and kindness, but the inventions in the first version of Perilous Play went beyond that. So this new version excises any inventions and corrects falsehoods, so I'm able to market it as a true story.

I also had the wonderful Dar Albert create a new cover, which I love.
This is, BTW, a pic of me ;)

Here's an excerpt to pique your interest.

Chapter NineA Brief Confession and a Better Ending

The time of this writing is July 2016, and I feel it’s time to tell the truth, especially since I have emphasized my commitment to honesty both in this book and my life.

The events I discussed in Chapter One did not take place in the Bay Area when I was a student—they took place in Sacramento in 2012, centering around a yoga studio. Trapper Hart was not a law student, but a local businessman who attended the same class I did.

2014 was a year of exploration and growth for me...


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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Corporate Spin Explained for Authors @kayelleallen #humor #amwriting

Corporate spin -- the age old ability to make something wrong seem oh so right.

What is corporate spin?

It's the ability to use vague words in order to cover up a lack of actual facts, or to convey the idea that a bad thing has a good side that overrides objections. Take this line for example: "Moving forward, let's touch base about leveraging our chances at incentivising folks into purchasing these synergistically utilizable value-added, outside-the-box integrated solutions. They're low-hanging fruit, people! Let's put 110 percent into picking them while they're ripe." What does that mean? The person who wrote it has no idea either. Click the link for more hilarity on the subject.
The military has its own form of double speak, often using acronyms. When I was in the Navy, I found a book of slang terms and official Navy terms that included common acronyms. The book's name? NavAbrDic. o_O
Corporate spin may be as insidious as a butcher shop advertising that they're donating to an animal rights group. What's wrong with that? If we can't tell, perhaps we are too used to hearing this kind of speak.
I found a fun site when researching this subject. Here are two examples they provide of the "real meaning" behind some of the finest coporate spin.
Key Enabler
The person who will get all the credit for a project, no matter who else worked on it.
Outside the Box
Creativity. Those that do think outside the box are generally considered rabble-rousers and trouble-makers. While verbally encouraged, your reward for thinking outside the box may be a pink slip party.

And then there's Despair...

Have you ever been to http://despair.com and checked out some of their posters? They are a delight to read, with great lines that motivate through demotivational words.
Here's one called Consulting.
This is corporate speak used to change your mind about what is being said. The poster tells you that you are a loser, but makes you think twice about simply accepting that definition. It also makes you laugh. Check out their site for more terrific posters. Fair warning -- they're addictive!
How do we, as writers, avoid double speak and cliches? Sometimes it comes in handy. How's this:
At the end of the day, when all is said and done, it's simply a matter of not using the same old thing day in and day out, except in this case, it's meant in an entirely different way, and for a radically different purpose.
What do you think? Care to try some of your own? Leave a comment.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

A Bargain and More: First Chapter Box Sets

Booklovers are wild about genre Box Sets. Box Sets provide a lot of reading material so they satisfy bookworms who prefer to get more than a single novel at a time to binge read over the weekend or on a trip. They also ensure a bargain for the readers by bundling several books together for the price of one, and occasionally for an even lower price than most books sell for.  


First Chapter Box Sets give readers the opportunity to be introduced to a variety of new books and new authors in their favorite genre or a genre they want to check out. They are designed to offer readers an easy way to discover authors or books they enjoy the most and, what is more, they can just click on the links provided in the box set and get those ebooks immediately. As far as the value, First Chapter Box Sets happen to generally be free.

Here are some First Chapter Box Sets I've been fortunate enough to take part in:

PORTASL: 
FREE. For Sci-Fi Romance Fans are those who want to see for themselves why readers are falling fast for the SciFiRom genre will love the Portals. Portals: Volume One to Volume Six are available now for free and Volume Seven is coming soon.


Welcome! Six portals have appeared in your galaxy to transport you to worlds beyond imagining, with heroes & heroines who dare to take it to the edge and beyond. Count on these adventurers to take their best shot … at their enemies and at romance!




And please check out the first chapters of my AI comedy romance, A Woman of Intelectual Means in Portals: Volume Three and its sequel, Code Of Misconduct, in Portals: Volume Six. 

SNEAK PEEK SAMPLERS:
FREE
Sample the first couple of chapters before you buy the complete books. Sneak Peek Samplers are free and a great introduction to books of bestselling and award-winning authors, as well as new up-and-coming gems in your favorite genres. These are sample chapters, not the entire books, with added bonus material you won’t find anywhere else. Each one has an extra bonus with the chapters, for instance my The Scottish Selkie in the Fantasy Romance volume has a bonus short story and my The Warrior and the Druidess in the Historical Romance volume has an interesting and humorous  bonus article and recipe on Heather Ale. 

Here are the links to Portals: Volume One, Volume Two, Volume Three, Volume Four, Volume Five, Volume Six 

Here are the links to Sneak Peak Samplers:







Monday, August 22, 2016

Contemporary Romance, Paranormal Fun

Do you read contemporary romance? Are you looking for something set in small town America with a paranormal twist? Give LIP SERVICE by Adele Downs a try.

"Adele Downs weaves together a magical love story." 5 Stars ~Girl With Pen


Some ghosts won’t take “yes” for an answer.

Jack Harris has loved Legs Anderson since they were kids. Now that he has her in his bed, he has no intention of letting her go. Aunt Ada has other ideas, even from the grave.

GETTING BETWEEN JACK…
Orphaned at a young age, Legs Anderson owes her Aunt Ada everything. The stoic old lady raised her, and Ada’s warnings about men—and the Harris boys in particular—have stuck, even after her death. Of course, that could be because Ada stuck around, too.

…AND HIS LEGS
Patience is not one of Jack Harris’s virtues, and he’s waited too long to start a life with the woman he’s loved since childhood instead of them just knocking boots. Now Ada is interfering from beyond the grave, haunting the old Victorian house she bequeathed to her niece and reinforcing Legs’s fears of commitment. But Jack won’t give up. No matter what trouble may follow, the house will be renovated, Ada will learn to let go, Legs will put her money where her mouth is…and then Jack’ll put his lips everywhere else.

Buy the Book on Amazon!

Excerpt:

The roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle on Rachel’s block and the rev of a throttle in her driveway announced Jack’s arrival. Legs tried to appear nonchalant when he walked through the poolside gate, but the sight of his sun-streaked hair and tanned, muscular good looks nearly knocked her off her seat. She eased her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to get a better look.

When he stepped into the pool area dressed in black jeans, black biker boots, and a white muscle shirt that framed his pumped-up shoulders and biceps, she caught her breath. Everyone in the group said “hey” and Rachel offered him a cold drink, but his focus had remained on her. He slid his sunglasses on top of his head and nodded in her direction.

Legs remembered his gaze meeting hers before his attention strayed to her gold and black bikini then savored every inch of her skin. An appreciative smirk curled his lips and desire flashed in his beautiful blue eyes. He took a long pull of the soft drink someone handed him and then set the can down on the patio table. He looked her way and said, “Want to go for a ride?”

The invitation came out like a dare. All eyes shifted to her, watching to see what she’d do. They all knew she wasn’t allowed to date Jack Harris. Taking a ride on his motorcycle might not have been the same thing, but there would be hell to pay if her aunt found out.

She stretched her arms over her head and offered a lazy smile. “I guess so.” Though she’d been as nervous and excited as a rabbit, she never let on. She stood and pulled on her shorts and shirt, slid her sandals over her feet, and made her way across the patio to him.

Her aunt’s spies might see her on the road, but she pushed that worry aside. Mere weeks remained before she’d move away to college and the subject would be moot. She’d be gone most of the next four years, and by the time she got back, Jack would probably be married with a couple of kids. Half the women in town had their eyes on him and his brothers.

The idea of Jack marrying someone else made her furious, and more determined than ever to enjoy this rare day alone with him.

His gaze tracked every step of her approach, as if memorizing the lines and planes of her face, learning the shape of her breasts, and tattooing the curves of her waist into his brain. When she reached his side, he smiled at her so intently she almost faltered. Her heartbeat raced when he took her hand. She barely heard her friends say good-bye as they exited the patio door.

His Harley was built in classic style—all black steel and leather with silver chrome, glinting majestically in the sunlight like a god. She ran her fingers over the warm plush seats.

“Ever been on a bike before?” he asked, watching her with eyes so blue she almost missed his question while she stared back.

She pulled an elastic band from her shorts pocket and tied her hair into a ponytail. “Uh. No.” Her hair swung with the shake of her head. He probably knew the answer, but she appreciated the benefit of his question. He hadn’t made her feel like a total geek.

He gave her a tutorial with simple instructions, including the demand that she hold on to him tight and not let go. No problem there. She resisted a fit of giggles, determined to act her age and accept responsibility for her own safety, as tenuous as that might be on the rear end of a motorcycle wearing shorts and sandals.

Yikes. Hormones really did rule the heart.

He slid his sunglasses into place and got on the bike, steadying it with his feet while she scooted in behind him. After shifting her weight to find her center of balance, she wrapped her arms tight around his chest. The solid feel of his body thrilled her beyond anything she’d imagined. He smelled fantastic too, like musk cologne, leather, and sweat tossed with August air and sunshine.

“Ready?” he asked.

Leaning closer for support, she pressed her torso against his back and stifled a gasp at the sensations the friction created. If he never started the engine, and they simply sat together like this, it would have been enough.

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Sunday, August 21, 2016

New #AudioBook from @SSaraDaniel - Captivating the CEO #officeromance

If you like to listen as well as read, Captivating the CEO now joins A Man Worth Fighting For in my audio book collection.
https://www.amazon.com/Captivating-the-CEO/dp/B01JN6BAPA/?tag=sardanromaut-20


Colin Vanderhayden might only be thirty-five, but he has retirement on his mind full time. Those financial gurus who encourage you to save and scrimp and plan for the worse? They have nothing on Colin. He is all work and no play, determined not to let his life crumble around him the way he watched his grandparents’ plans for retirement dissolve into tragedy.

Then Willow Jeffries steps into his life. If Willow wants something, she does it now. She doesn’t defer gratification. After all, who can guarantee you’re going to be around in the future to enjoy all those things you put off? Certainly not Willow. She doesn’t know how much time she has, but she’s going to make every minute count right now, and what she wants to do most with her time is show Colin how to have to good time and relax.

And she might just be making progress, as long as she doesn’t slip up and allow Colin to start planning on her as part of his future…

Captivating the CEO

He's all about the future. She might not have one...

When live-for-the-moment massage therapist Willow Jeffries bursts into Colin Vanderhayden's office, she makes it her mission to loosen up the future-focused CEO, knowing each moment of the present is too precious to waste. Despite her immediate attraction, the only future she can offer is one full of heartache.

The last thing Colin needs is a flighty woman messing up his carefully-constructed plans, but her heavenly massages and addictive personality prove hard to resist. But he has no idea how sick she is.

No longer able to ignore her life-threatening medical condition, Willow slips away to spare Colin a miserable future with her. Is Colin willing to sacrifice his well-laid future plans to get Willow back?

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Sneak Peek ~ Oracle's Vision ~ Wiccan Haus

Good afternoon everyone!

Sorry I am a bit late. (I totally forgot today is the 20th, lol) Today I thought I would share with you a snippet of Oracle's Vision a Wiccan Haus novel written with my co-writer and best friend, Michele Ryan. It's in edits right now and I can't wait for it to be available!



“Jack, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times—this island will eat you alive.” Anne’s husky voice cut through the whipping wind of the ocean.
“Darling,” he replied. “It’s full of money ripe for the pillaging. We entertain ourselves here, wait for someone to pass out, and take what they’ve left.” He cozied up to Anne. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “We’ll fuck under the stars while drinking rum.”
Anne rolled her shoulders. “We’ll get shot is what we’ll do.”
Jack’s hand splayed across Bonney’s stomach. “I’m sure Mary will join us, won’t you, dear?”
She licked her lips. Anne had been a veracious lover. The way the woman ate pussy could be considered, although crudely, an art form. The first time she laid with her, Bonney spread Mary’s legs wide, then settled between them and drank of her flesh. The orgasms were amazing, the little tricks she learned far more important. “I will,” she said. “I have seen what debauchery lies before us.”
It had been her suggestion to join with Jack that led them toward the Bahamas and now Nassau Beach. Merchant ships were anchored a few miles from shore, filled with precious booty, which would be used for trade. Ransacked Man-O-War ships were also being prepped for battle, claimed by the pirates who’d made the island their home.
“Vane is also here,” Anne reminded him.
“It will be fine,” Jack answered. “The cur lost his nerve years ago. Not like we didn’t send him on his way. Right men?” he called out.
The rousing “Aye” that followed did nothing to sooth her fears.
They’d talked the night before, after a stimulating round of lovemaking. Jack had been a reckless man, sometimes picking fights with those he knew couldn’t win. She ran her fingers through Bonney’s hair, whispering words of encouragement, knowing their time had been coming to a close. Three years together had seemed like centuries. She loved Anne with all of her heart. So, she made the best of what remained of their life together.
“Anne,” she said, coming up beside her. “We’ll have fun. Find a whore or three to play with. Jack can join in.” She gave him a teasing look. “If his prick will rise.”
That got a laugh out of her friend. “I suppose you’re right,” she said. “Three days, Jack.”
“Of course, darling.”
Three days turned into to a month. A month turned into six months. Nassau became a port of refuge for them. Due to her abilities and Anne’s cunning, they’d taken over the whorehouse. They’d put the old woman running it out of her misery and turned it into a booming business. Even if it meant gutting a man to get their point across.
No one stole from Anne Bonney and Mary Read, as she called herself in those days.
Pirates from all over diverged on that beach. Blackbeard. Long John Silver. Billy Bones. Each had been more delectable than the last. Each one telling her secrets by candlelight. A few times she’d been tempted to follow them, leave the island behind, and create a new adventure for herself, but she stayed with Anne.
In the summer of Seventeen-Twenty, they finally left port. Jack acquired three ships and owned a rather auspicious packing and parcel company. Money flowed to them, hand over fist. A pirate’s treasure to be sure. But the call of the ocean drew them from land and sent them back to sea. The night before they departed, she tried to warn Anne, but Jack wouldn’t listen to her.
For months they rode the waves. A grand scheme would be taking place near Point Negril, Jamaica, and Jack had to be there.
The weasel, instead of fighting when they were ambushed by the British Armada, cowered like a little baby in the haul, leaving her and Anne to fend themselves.