Archive for November, 2011

Wednesday Whisper

Wednesday, November 30th, 2011

Happy Wednesday everyone! Here’s hoping your week is going well.

Genre: contemporary, paranormal, interracial

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He’s right. You know why you allowed him to offer comfort. She couldn’t explain it, it was like when he touched her for the first time in a long time she felt complete. Like he was the other half of her soul.
“That’s just crazy,” she muttered. “It makes no sense at all why a man I haven’t seen since I was a sophomore in high school could have that affect on me.”
“If it helps, you have the same affect on me, Faith,” a deep voice flowed up from behind her and wrapped her in its sensual softness.
Faith didn’t jump, it was as if her body had already known he was there. “Seventeen years is a long time, Rowan.”
“I know,” he said in a graveled voice. “Trust me, leannan, I am well aware of how long it’s been.”
Squeezing her eyes tight, Faith wet her lips with her tongue then opened her eyes. She refused to turn around, unsure if this was just another dream or a cruel hoax. “What do you want, Rowan?”
“You know what I want. The same thing I wanted when I first laid eyes upon you. You, Faith. I want you.”
He said it with such finality and conviction, for a moment, she almost believed him. “Then why didn’t you come get me?”
“I had to wait for you to call for me.” His footsteps echoed throughout her body.
“I didn’t call you. I didn’t even know you were here.” She felt him sit beside her and watched as his jean-clad legs entered her peripheral sight.
“I’ve never been away, Faith. Not while you’ve been wearing my pendant.”
How’d he know? She gulped. “It was pretty.”
“Look at me, Faith,” he commanded in a low rumble. When she did he continued, “Why don’t you ask me why I gave it to you.”
She had a feeling she already knew. “Why did you?”
“So everyone would know you were mine.”
Faith bristled. “I don’t belong to anyone, Rowan Kilgour. It’d serve you well to remember that.”

Cyber Monday

Monday, November 28th, 2011

How many skipped Black Friday shopping and waited for today?

It’s Sunday

Sunday, November 27th, 2011

Took a nice walk this morning with the dogs. Now I have my tea and am getting ready to delve back into the historical. What’s one everyone’s agenda for the day?

Black Friday…

Friday, November 25th, 2011

Headin’ out today to meet a fellow author for a bite to eat and for some book shopping. What’s everyone up to? How many were out early for the sales?

Wednesday Whisper

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011

Genre: contemporay, multicultrual

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She was doing diamond pushups when her cell door opened again.
Mace was back.
Sinjin didn’t look up. She knew from the tingling that went over her body that he was back. Sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three. She maintained the count in her head, Sinjin counted in Icelandic; it was more natural for her than English.
“Sinjin.” Mace’s deep voice filled her small chamber.
Sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six. She didn’t stop; she refused to give him the satisfaction that he could interrupt her and divert her attention. Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy.

Up. Down. Up. Down. An endless repetition.
“Prinsessa,” the guard said.
Perspiration dripping down her face, Sinjin went down for one more and shoved her body up fast. Following with the momentum, she gained her feet and stood there. Shirt soaked with sweat clung to her curves, enticing Mace’s imagination to travel down roads he knew she wouldn’t want to go. At least not with him.
Her shirt barely covered her flat belly, and he could make out the ridges of a six-pack on it. That was new. The pants she wore were simple cotton, gray in color and sat low on her hips. Her feet were covered by thick wool socks.
Sinjin stood still as he took in her new look. Her hair was braided and fell to the middle of her back. Again she looked indifferent when their eyes met.
Mace swallowed. It was hard for him to acknowledge that she ignored him, but responded to the guard’s voice without hesitation. “Will you hear out my proposition?”
She blinked and remained standing, silently. Sinjin barely even brushed away the sweat that dripped into her eyes. “Who authorized this deal you are about to make me?” Sinjin questioned as her eyes held Mace’s. Her words were tinged with an accent.
“The GDS,” Mace told her.
“And what is this deal that is going to make me wanting to leave all this and go anywhere with you?” Sinjin walked over to her bed and sat on it.

Today…

Saturday, November 19th, 2011

Happy Saturday!! Went to the beach this morning, was actually lovely in the sun, and the dogs ran themselves tired. Football’s on and I’m working on a historical. What’s everyone up to today?

It’s Friday

Friday, November 18th, 2011

What’s everyone reading today? Me, I’m reading Rescue Me by Christy Reece. I love this book and can’t wait to read the rest in her LCR series!!

Have a wonderful Friday y’all!!

Today’s Quote

Thursday, November 17th, 2011

It is bad to suppress laughter.  It goes back down to your hips.

~Author Unknown

Wednesday Whisper

Wednesday, November 16th, 2011

Here is the first of my Wednesday Whispers. Each Wed I’ll post up a small tidbit from one of my books. Just a little something to help get you through the rest of the week. First up, is Harrier’s Healer.

Genre: Contemporary, interracial

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“Good for her.” Alexis stretched. “Well, now that you have eaten all the cake, let’s go.”
“I ate? Me?” he huffed. “I know you ate most of it.”
“You had the fork, buddy, not me.”
He waved the waiter over. “Check, please.” His blue eyes moved over the woman next to him, an action that brought a smile to his face. Scott never believed how much enjoyment he derived just by being in her presence.
After paying he slid his wallet back into his jeans, then he slipped out of the booth, waiting for Alexis to do the same. He escorted her through the restaurant, his strong hand resting on the small of her back. Many stares followed them as they maneuvered through the tables. None of their audience seemed to wish them ill or challenge the man who carried himself with such authority.
“Let’s go to a movie,” Alexis suggested as they reached her newly cleaned Expedition.
“Sure.  I’m game.” A smile appeared on his features as he pic-tured her mood after a romantic movie. Although he couldn’t claim to be fond of them, Scott was willing to sit through a “date” movie just for her.
“Great.” Alexis slid her arm through his as they left her vehicle where it was and headed towards the multiplex at the other end of the mall.
Stopping in front of the sign, they both scanned the featured titles. Glancing up at the handsome man beside her, Alexis waited for him to say something.
“What do you think, Lex?” he asked, pulling her to rest against his chest, unaware of the envious looks other women were sending her.
“You tell me.”
“No.” His chin came to rest on the top of her head. “Ladies’ choice.”
Casting her eyes back towards him she wondered, “Does that hold up for later as well?”
“Anytime, anyplace,” he responded, pinching her ass.
“Ohhh.  Stop teasing.” One manicured finger pointed at a new vampire movie. “How about that one?”
I’m impressed. “Are you sure?”
If her head hadn’t been underneath his chin, his jaw would have dropped open at the sound of her “bloodlust”. “Hell, yeah! ’Posed to be lots of blood, explosions, you know…good movie stuff!”
“I take it you don’t go in for the fluffy movies?” Scott asked as he steered them into the line for tickets.
She grinned at him. “Wouldn’t be my first choice. I like my gore.”
“And the surprises keep on coming,” he said, getting their tick-ets and then going in line for snacks.
“What? You thought I would like romantic movies, all the heart-felt goo?”
“Well, yes, I did. I mean, that is what most women like.”
She laughed as she moved up another place in line. “And just when did you think I was like most women?”
His eyes raked over her backside. “Never, which is why I love you.”  Scott picked her up from behind and growled into her neck.
She squealed. “Put me down, Commander!”
He did so, albeit reluctantly. “What do you want?”
“Nachos, chocolate, popcorn, and a drink.”
“Damn, didn’t I just feed you?” he questioned lightheartedly, before relaying her order to the concession person. “What kind of chocolate?”
“Junior Mints and those Nestle Bites,” she said, smirking. “That’ll teach you to eat all a woman’s cake.”
“Would you like a pickle with this?” Scott teased.
“Why would I…? Oh, shut up.” Her hand snaked out to hit him in the arm, but instead, she found herself pressed up against his broad chest.
“Ever hopeful.”  He kissed her quickly before turning his atten-tion back to the pimple-faced kid behind the counter.
Loaded with their snacks, Scott and Alexis walked to the theater where their movie was showing. Climbing up to the back, they sat down. “Sure you don’t want to be closer?” Scott asked. “Not that being in the back wouldn’t have its benefits.”
“I don’t like people behind me.” Her response was so fast he knew she wasn’t being coy.
“Understood.” He placed their spread of food out so she would have easy access to it all and they played the trivia game that was scrolling across the screen.
Alexis had answered the last question right and was one ahead when the lights dimmed and the previews began. The movie was horribly gory and great fun, right up both of their alleys.

Interview…

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

I’ve been interviewed by Mahalia Levey at IRMC books. Swing by and check it out if you have the time.

http://www.irmcbooks.com/?p=1266