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I’m blogging today…

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013

at the lovely Jamallah Bergman’s site. Do stop by!

http://jamallahbergmansstoriesoflove.weebly.com/2/post/2013/04/harbour-of-refuge-author-aliyah-burke.html

A 5 star review of Casanova in Training…

Monday, August 27th, 2012

what a lovely thing to come home from vacation to.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2012/08/training-casanova-by-aliyah-burke.html?zx=b030070d7846eb12

Blissemas In July!!

Friday, July 20th, 2012

It’s July and I’m participating in Blissemas In July!

Happy Blissemas in July!!

I was trying to figure out what to do for this post and decided I would talk about my experiences as part of Christmas in July with the USO. We work to give families of service members who have been deployed over the December Christmas holiday their own celebration.

Despite the heat, and it is definitely hot where I am, the area is definitely set up to reflect the spirit of the season. Santa
hats, decorations, music, tons of food, oh, and water games to keep cool. Also a tree.

There is something magical about seeing the looks on the faces of the children (and their parents) when they get
to open their gifts and spend this time with their loved ones. I’ve spent most of my married years without my spouse on holidays as well, with him deployed to some corner of the world, so I can relate.

Yes, the day is long and hot but for me, all of the negatives are completely offset by the positives of being able to help bring that extra bit of joy into the lives of those who also serve (the families) and are all too often overlooked. It is a wonderful experience and one I hope to be able to contribute to in the future.

 

Now, for an excerpt I’ve chosen a snippet from my holiday story, Add A Little Mistletoe, which is published through Phaze and is available now. Then as a bonus (because after all it is for Blissemas, I’m adding a short bit from my upcoming holiday release via Total E-Bound set to release 24 Dec 2012, titled, Temporary Home. This book is the first in the Interludes series.

Enjoy and have a wonderful summer and terrific Blissemas.

Blurb from Add A Little Mistletoe:

Thirty-five year old Aspen Townsend was home for the holidays. She had a great job and wonderful friends. This holiday season,
thanks to the disobedience of a four-year old, Aspen was also reunited with a tanned man who bore silver eyes from her past.

At thirty-eight and facing his first Christmas season out of the rodeo circuit in many years, Colt Larkin wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the holidays in the sleep little town where he grew up. Until, he came face to face with the mocha beauty he had thought about since high school. Unfortunately, she seemed to harbor an intense dislike for him.

Can he convince her of the truth, or will the lie she has believed for the past twenty years keep them apart?

It happened once before, so perhaps all they need to do, to find their holiday hearts together is…

Add A Little Mistletoe…

Excerpt from Add A Little Mistletoe:

The sound of his intoxicating voice flowed over her and with those two simple words, Aspen felt herself lusting again for something she couldn’t afford to want. Turning, she gave him a lopsided grin. “Morning, yourself. Did you sleep okay?”

Her gaze swept over his showered body. Hair was still a little damp and his face was freshly shaven. He had poured himself into another pair of blue jeans and wore a black shirt that stretched tight across his massive biceps.

Swallowing, she gestured at the coffee. “Help yourself.” Aspen couldn’t get her legs to move as he strode toward her, his loose-limbed gait making it appear as if he floated over the floor.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he responded as his lips descended upon hers. The kiss may have been brief, but it rocked them
both to the core. “I slept fine, would’ve been perfect with one minor adjustment, but…I’m working on that.” Reaching around her, he took a mug from the cupboard and poured himself some coffee.

Praying for sanity, Aspen moved away from the devilish temptation that filled her senses with lustful thoughts. She sat
at the table and tried not to watch him fix his drink the way he liked it.

“Looks like it’s still snowing,” he commented as he plunked himself down at the table as well.

“I think we got close to two feet last night.” Aspen glanced out the big kitchen windows, grateful for something
other than a handsome man to focus on.

“It’s slow enough that the plows should be able to get all the roads clear by night.”

“I guess so,” Aspen sighed. She loved the pristine look of freshly-fallen snow. “I will make some breakfast in a moment.”

“I can do it,” Colt protested. “What do you want?”

You. “I’ll make it. You’re a guest.” Standing, she moved toward the fridge and opened it. “Are you really hungry?”

More than you could ever know. “Don’t make more on my account. Toast is fine for me.”

Aspen spun around, disbelief in her eyes. “I think you require a bit more than toast.” She looked back at the fridge and began to pull out veggies, cheese, and eggs. “How about an omelet?”

His eyes were glued to her ass as she was bent over. “Fine,” he croaked out. “An omelet would be just fine.”

Closing the door, Aspen faced him once again. “Do you want meat in yours?”

Colt bit his lip from saying the first thing on his tongue. “However you have yours will be fine.” He stood and moved to her side.

“Well, then it will be meatless. I don’t eat a lot of meat.” Shoving a cutting board and knife at him, she ordered, “Cut those up for me. Diced, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her a mock salute and washed them and began to cut them up.

Aspen rolled her eyes and focused on her part of the meal. Somehow during that time, her imagination snuck past her
blockades and swung her into a fantasy land of wedded bliss between her and Colt. This was how they would spend every morning, making breakfast together.

“What are you thinking about?” his low voice broke into her dream.

Blinking furiously and blushing, Aspen shook her head. “No…nothing.” Damn her imagination for taking over.

“Now, now, Aspen. Do you really think you should be lying to me?” he teased.

“I’m not lying to you. I was just lost in my own thoughts, and they have nothing to do with you.” She sprayed the pan with a cooking spray and set it back on the burner.

“So did we get to make love this time or did our children interrupt us?”

Wide-eyed, Aspen looked back at the man who was popping diced bell peppers in his mouth. One eyebrow of his was
raised as he waited for an answer. “What are you talking about?” she forced out.

An arrogant smile crossed his handsome face as he placed powerful forearms on the counter. “I’m talking about all those dreams you have of us making love. You know, like the ones you used to write about in your diary.” He paused before adding smugly, Although, I’m sure you’re imagination is a bit more explicit nowadays. Not that it was bad back then.”

Pouring the egg mixture into the heated skillet, Aspen retorted, “Figures you’d be snooping around where you weren’t invited.”

“Hey,” he sounded offended. “I paid Ashton good money to get a look at that.”

Aspen groaned. “That was a long time ago. I don’t indulge in childish fantasies anymore.” Eyeing the eggs, she adjusted the heat to her satisfaction. “I’m not fifteen anymore.”

“Baby, I can tell you aren’t fifteen anymore. You are pure woman, all the way around.” His voice caressed her as if
he was touching her. Aspen held out her hand and he wordlessly handed her the extras she was putting into the omelet. “See how well we work together? Just wait until this transfers to other pleasures.”

“Shut up, Colt,” Aspen muttered, even as her body betrayed her.

“Tell me you didn’t dream of me last night.”

Adding the cheese, Aspen did just that. “I didn’t dream about you. Now get some plates.”

Grabbing a handful of her ass, Colt squeezed it and said, “Liar.”

“I am not,” she protested.

Setting the table, Colt watched as she expertly flipped the omelet. “You know you dreamt about me. Tell me, was I as good as I know you will be?”

Just because, here’s the extra I promised above. Enjoy!!

Blurb for Temporary Home, coming 24 Dec 2012 from Total E-Bound:

Sometimes past demons need to be faced before one can embrace what the future offers, and who better to slay them than
a Marine.

Gunnery Sergeant Sam Hoch travels to the Pac Norwest upon receiving word his mentor and the closest thing to a father he’s had has taken a turn for the worse and is in the hospital. Once there he meets a woman who is unlike any he’s met before. A former marine herself, she opens up her home to him so he can be near his family.

Roxi Mammon isn’t positive it was smart to allow Sam to stay with her, not with her immediate physical reaction to him. She’d heard tales of him from her best friend, his sister, and now having met the man she is even more impressed by who the Corps had turned him into. Silent strong type. Passion grows between them and soon she finds herself falling for the Recon Marine. And falling hard.

As things escalate between them Sam has to accept his past doesn’t control him if he plans on keeping Roxi in his future. Can he
understand that this is the one woman who can give him something more? Will he silence the fear within him and tell Roxi she’s the one for him? Will he realise that he deserves more than just a temporary home?

Unedited/Unproofed excerpt for Temporary Home:

Roxi couldn’t stop the flutters in her belly. What had started as an innocent kiss had quickly changed into something more. Much more. She licked her lips to retain as much of his taste as she could then turned to see the people who had interrupted what surely would have been a heated exchange with her being taken at a tree farm.

The parents gave them a nod and a brief hello before continuing on after their yelling child. Neither of them spoke but Sam did wrap an arm around her and draw her close to him.

“Let’s go,” he said urging her to continue in the same direction the family had gone.

They found a sign which said “Spruce” and he looked up the row then back at her. “Here?”

She nodded and followed him in. She took her time, appreciating her view. One which had nothing to do with the trees around them and everything to do with the man before her dressed in solid black. He wore his jeans so nice it truly wasn’t fair to others. He also had on this black mid-length leather jacket which—in her humble and horny opinion—went so well with the black jeans, gloves, and boots he wore. He also wore a black turtleneck. Can we say yum?

He swung back around and pinned her with those incredible blue eyes. “You coming?”

Just about. Crap, she’d been so close during the kiss. So near to splintering apart beneath his touch. “Right behind you.”

He waited for her and when she reached him, he captured her chin before he brushed their lips together and whispered, “We’ll have to pick that up later.”

His voice was like warm melted chocolate. Inviting her to jump in and commit all kinds of sin. Ignoring the part of her heart which said to keep him at a distance, she took his arm and rested against it before she walked again.

They walked all through the tree farm, not talking but she didn’t mind. She thought over his question this morning, did it bother her that he didn’t talk so much with her? No. She loved this, just spending time with him, knowing he was there with her.
What did bother her was the way he tried keeping his heart from her. She caught glimpses of it from time to time but for the most part, she couldn’t help but see the big wall he had erected around it.

A wall she wanted to breech. She understood. He’d not had it easy, but surely it was time to give someone a shot at getting close. A deep breath. Not the time to worry about that, she told herself.

“Well?” he asked.

“Well what?”

“Which one?”

“Oh, um, well I’m fine with a pre-cut.” She grinned at him. “Would you believe I just wanted to walk around?”

“I’d believe it.” A fast hard kiss. “Let’s get your tree then.”

They headed back the way they came, just not going up each row this time. Back at the main part they purchased some hot cocoa and drank it while taking a short break as their selected trees were placed in his truck. Again, this was done in silence but
she still didn’t mind.

Her phone rang and she pulled it from her pocket. “What’s up, Ritchie?”

During her short call with her brother, she kept her eyes on Sam. He watched her right back. Not hiding it, just stared at her. His eyes full of emotion which made her belly tighten a bit.

“Everything okay?” he asked when she hung up.

“Yes. He just needed to know where some decorations were.”

Sam quirked his lips. “More like he wanted to make sure you weren’t off fucking.”

“That too.” She grinned. “Joke’s on him. I can still hold a conversation when doing that, so he wouldn’t have stopped anything.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Really?”

Shit. More of the cussing, why can’t I stop doing that? “Well…yeah…I mean…you know…um…”

“Seems to me that if you’re able to carry on a conversation with someone else while a man is in between your thighs, he’s not doing it right. No ma’am, not at all.”

She felt a bit flushed. “Maybe I’m just good at multitasking.”

The predatory gleam in his eyes told her he wasn’t buying it. “Is this with every man you’ve been with?”

She didn’t even get upset he was asking about other men she’d been with. Roxi knew exactly what this referred to. Their time together.

“Roxi?”

“Huh? Oh, um, no?”

“Why are you asking me? I asked you.”

“If I say not with you, will that make you happy?”

“Only if it’s true.”

“No one called while we were together.” His eyes flashed dangerously and she knew she was flirting with trouble. And yet, she couldn’t help herself. “But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been able to talk on the phone.”

His jaw ticked. “Pretty sure.”

“Well yes. I mean, come on, Sam. This is like someone saying they can fuck me until all I can do is sleep. It’s an expression. Just like my comment was just a comment.”

Okay. Not the right thing to say.

“You know you should really stop while you can,” he warned.

She realised that, just couldn’t quite get her mouth to shut up. “Life is full of expressions like that. Doesn’t make the—”

“Roxi!”

That did it. Her mouth snapped shut. “Hmm?”

“I’m pretty laid back. But this…”

“Really? You seem a bit tense to me.” She squeaked when he shoved to his feet, his empty cup crushed in his hand. True, it was paper but still, it didn’t take much.

“I’m beginning to think you like trying to make me crazy.” He moved around the table to her side and used his arms to block her in. Nose to nose he waited, poised to strike. Like a panther.

“Not really. It’s nothing against you, Sam.”

His eyes narrowed. “So you’re telling me I’m one you could talk on the phone during. Okay, Roxi. I accept.”

That sounded menacing. “Accept what?”

“Your challenge.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t challenge.”

“Oh, I think you did. One, that you can actually hold a conversation while I’m fucking you and two, that I can’t fuck you into exhaustion.” That last word fell from his lips in a dark and decadent promise.

Happy reading,

~Aliyah Burke

http://www.aliyah-burke.com/

I hope everyone has a wonderful Blissemas!!

Harrier’s Healer & Blisse Kiss by the Sea

Sunday, June 24th, 2012

Happy Sunday, y’all. I’m taking part in the Blisse Kiss by the Sea and am very excited about it. Don’t forget to swing by Blisse’s blog and read hers and other’s amazing author’s kisses by the sea.

Enjoy and good luck!!

Excerpt from Harrier’s Healer

Shutting the hatch behind her, Alexis sighed. I’ll just give it a few minutes before I call Touchette for the helo. Her gaze took in the sun as it began its evening descent. She loved it out here. This was one of her favorite spots, the fantail. There weren’t many places on an aircraft carrier where one could feel alone, but this was one of them.
“Too bad I won’t be here to fully watch the sunset,” she said to the rushing wind.
“Why not?” a sexy baritone voice asked from behind her.
She jumped, hand pressed to her chest, unwittingly drawing Scott’s gaze there. “Jesú, you scared me!” As her dark eyes landed on the man who stood before her, Alexis fought for sanity. “Excuse me, sir.  Hello, Commander.”
Scott’s striking eyes glanced around as if making sure they were alone out there. Finding the answer to be to his satisfaction, he settled those beautiful blue eyes back on her body, setting it to burn with a heat that rivaled the late-afternoon sun. “Come on, now, Alexis.” His hard body moved closer to her. “How long are we going to do this?”
Dear God, this man’s voice is potent. “Do what, Commander?”
He took a deep breath and leaned on the rail beside her, almost but not quite touching her. “Why aren’t you going to be around for the sunset?”
“I’m going back to the Everett. I just came out here to relax for a bit.” Her body turned around and leaned on the rail like he did. “How are you feeling?”
“Good, you did a wonderful job.” He shifted closer to her. “How long are we going to keep this up?” Leighton questioned.
I bet you can keep it up for a long, long time. Alexis cleared her throat. “I don’t know.”
“Do you remember the day we first met?” he asked, his focus directly on her.
“Yes.  It was in Norfolk,” she said, shifting a bit.
“I almost ran you over and you…well…you wanted to say something a lot worse than what you did.”
She chuckled lowly. “I remember. And you’re right; I definitely wanted to say something else.”
“You are—”
“Well, it’s been a pleasure, Commander, but I have to go. Take care of yourself out there.” Alexis stepped away from the rail and took a few steps toward the door, not wanting or ready to hear what he was going to say.
“It will be a pleasure,” he purred in her ear.
How the hell did he move so fast? She froze. There were two choices here: file a complaint and get him in trouble or flirt back. Girl, like there was any choice! “What will?”
His hand touched her back, leading her towards the hatch. Unless she opened the thick door, there was nowhere to go except into him if she turned around. “Us.”
She turned and looked him directly in the eyes. “Commander, what exactly are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” His words were smooth.
And she did. But for the life of her, she didn’t want to admit it. “No, I don’t. I have to get going.” She paused with one hand on the handle. “Goodbye, Commander.”

Scott’s body clenched. He couldn’t be angry; she was doing the right thing. He was the one breaking protocol. Scott could be sent for a Captain’s Mass and she could get in trouble as well. Yet suddenly, he didn’t give a damn. The seven previous times he’d been in her presence, he hadn’t done what he’d longed so much to do, so now he had to taste her. Two seconds later, he hauled her up against the solid wall of his chest and his lips were on hers.
His tongue slid around her full mouth before plunging into hers, not asking. Oh, no, he was demanding her acceptance. Her taste was amazing; he couldn’t get enough. Every small sample he got increased his desire for more one hundredfold.
Suddenly the handle for the hatch began to move. They sprang apart and leaned on the railing, staring out at the ocean by the time the intruders made it through the opening. Two ensigns looked at him and nodded before leaving. It was obvious what they were up to—nothing so different from what Commander Leighton had planned for the lovely Chief Rogets.
Close on their heels was Alexis. “We aren’t done, Alexis,” Scott said in his deep tone.
She didn’t even turn to look at him, but he saw her shiver just a little. “Take care of yourself, Commander.” Then she was gone, leaving him alone. He stayed there even as an hour later he watched the helicopter carry her further away from him against the dusky sky.

 

There will be a prize and in order to win said prize all you have to do is comment on the blog. I’ll announce the winner 10 July just to give people a few extra days to stop by and comment. The prize will be a print version of one of my books (has to be offered in print however :))

The list is as follows:

Kincade’s Rose
Harrier’s Healer
Connelly’s Flame
Greeley’s Spyce
Vittano’s Willow
Dimitri’s Moon
O’Shea’s Love
Chayton’s Tempest
Camouflaged Hearts (contains A Marriage Of Convenience)

Hope everyone had a great time and enjoys all the other kisses by the sea!!

Happy reading,

~Aliyah

At Adrienne Thompson’s blog today

Wednesday, February 29th, 2012

swing by and check it out if you have the time n’ inclination.

http://adriennethompsonwrites.webs.com/apps/blog/show/12772713-writer-wednesday-with-the-assiduous-aliyah-burke

Guesting today…

Saturday, February 25th, 2012

at Kassanna’s World. Swing by if you like.

http://www.flavorfullove.com/AWESOME_AUTHOR_RELEASES.html

Guest blogging today…

Thursday, February 23rd, 2012

Over at Beyond Romance.

We are bringing more attention to the charities that Coming Together has supported over the years. Please swing by, comment, and be entered in the drawing from which I will pull a winner on Sun 26Feb 12. I’m talking about my story Love Under the Endless African Sky. All proceeds from this story go to Amnesty International. You can purchase the Hors D’ouvers from ARe, who are taking nothing for the sale of this book ensuring that 100% of the proceeds go to the charity. You can also purchase the volume of erotic shorts this story is in. Coming Together: At Last (vl. 2) Available in either ebook or print.

Would love to see you there!

Clicking on the banner will take you to the blog, or here is the link:

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-for-blessing-and-gift-of-amnesty.html

Have a wonderful day!

Being interviewed today…

Friday, December 30th, 2011

by the lovely Dahlia DeWinters. Stop by if you have the time.

http://dahliadewinters.com/storyteller-series-aliyah-burke.html

Mistletoe…

Sunday, December 11th, 2011
I’ve been lucky enough to be able to take part in Blissemas this year. Make sure you swing by the site and read Victoria’s blog for the day as well. And, don’t forget to comment!!
So i’m going to talk about some of my memories in preparing for the holiday and leave you with a first kiss scene from one of my holiday stories, Add A Little Mistletoe.
I grew up in the great state of Georgia. Out in the country and for us, Christmas was a huge deal. Still is, although the family is much more spread out. Makes the gatherings a bit more difficult and at the same time, more treasured when we get together.Anyway, one of my jobs was to gather the mistletoe sprigs to be hung up and about. We had this huge tree out behind our house and that’s where I would go to get the bunches which were requested. I had an older brother…still do…and he used to love pointing out the bits on the thinest branches. And then send his baby sister (that would be me) up there to get them.
So while he stood down at the bottom, I scampered amongst the branches clipping off the sprigs and dropping them to him. After we got enough–we usually got enough for about five families and would take them to all–I would climb back down that tall tree and we’d go to start putting all of them up. When we were through, the house would look like something I could only dream of. The mistletoe hanging, the tree up with the scent of pine in the air. We never had a fake tree, going out to get one is a total other story. And of course the smell of baking cookies, gingerbread, and all of the other delicious scents of the season.
Mistletoe to me is a very important part of the holiday. Yes, it is a posionous plant but hey, we’re not talking about eating it now are we? No, we’re talking about what we do under it. *grin*
And that, brings us to the kiss. I remember dashing under it so not to get caught, or walking much slower when the one I wanted the kiss from was near, in hopes of having that Christmas wish fulfilled. There was always the anticipation and build up. And then the kiss (Which hopefully was a good kiss). Mine were!
Do you have any wonderful memories of being caught under the mistletoe?
And as promised here is an excerpt from my story: Add A Little Mistletoe. Enjoy Aspen and Colt’s first kiss beneath the mistletoe!
“Well, the thing is,” he started again.
Aspen waited patiently, not in any rush whatsoever to make him hurry. She felt so safe when he was around her. His eyes moved to her lips and back up to her catch her gaze. He seemed uncertain. Finally, he just latched onto her arm and pointed up with his free hand. Following the movement of his finger, Aspen gasped when she saw the sprig of mistletoe above them. Nervous now, her eyes moved toward his face.
His free hand cupped the side of her still-plump face before plucking her glasses off and pressing them into her hand. Then both of his warm, callused hands held her face as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Colt’s mouth covered hers gently as his tongue slid between her lips to wander around in the warmth of her mouth. Their tongues touched and the explosive shockwave of feelings that spread through them ripped both sets of eyes wide open.
Determination flared in Colt’s metallic gaze as he pressed closer to her and swept through all recesses of her mouth. He pulled back and traced her kiss-swollen lips with the pad on one thumb. “Merry Christmas, Aspen,” he murmured in a voice deeper than she could ever recall him having.
Aspen blinked slowly and when her eyes opened again, it was just her, the mistletoe, and the lingering scent of Colt.
I hope every one has a wonderful Christmas season! Post your comments to be entered in the BLISSEMAS drawing for the grand prize: a kindle. This drawing will take place at the end of Blissemas. Best of luck to all who enter.
In addition to the grand prize, I’m offering for one person out of those who comment here a chance to win a signed copy of one of my print books. Choices are:
What White Boyz Desire
What the Earl Desires
Born to Fly collection
The Detective’s Lover
Add A Little Mistletoe
Sin is Not a Four-Letter Word
Any 1 of the Megalodon Team stories
Reignited
May this season bring you many wonderful stories along with good times with family and friends!
Happy reading,
~Aliyah

At another blog today…

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

I’m hanging out at Lex Valentine’s blog along with another author, Karen Stivali for Day 13 of the 30 Days of Christmas, Lex is doing. Swing by, comment, check it out. Most of all, have fun!

http://www.lexvalentine.com/2011/12/day-13-30-days-of-christmas/