Spotlight on Kismet by Serena Fairfax

SOR Kismet VBT BannerWhen a feisty 21st century girl shakes hands with 400 years of history what happens next? In London on a buying spree, Jo Farrer, who runs a fashion shop from her cottage, wanders into an ancient churchyard and is hooked by an epitaph on a gravestone immortalizing a notorious seventeenth century French highwayman and womanizer.

Pre-occupied by thoughts of him, her van skids in an unfamiliar residential area, demolishing the original cast iron railings of an upscale, Victorian town house. Dazed and shaken, she’s rescued from the wreckage by charismatic tycoon, Ed Amery who she recalls hounded Kim, her former fiancé, out of office. Further shock encounters with Ed occur at a seminar designed to provide advice to budding entrepreneurs and at the stables owned by her uncle Roger, where Ed’s filly is in training.

Subsequently, Ed reveals that Kim was a computer hacker who’d defrauded Ed and transferred millions offshore where he’d bolted.

Keen to open a conventional retail outlet, Jo rents a boutique within a luxury country house hotel complex only to learn later, to her dismay, that Ed’s her landlord and he, reluctant to accept her as a tenant, challenges her skills. She’s also jealous of Ed’s apparent romantic involvement with Cait.

An unlucky gemstone, a fancy dress ball, a fashion shoot, unsavory disclosures, equestrian sketches, a bloodstock auction and the enduring, Casanova legend of the mesmerizing highwayman, who plays Cupid, mingle to intrigue the reader in the highly charged erotic clashes between Ed and Jo. The setting is the idyllic English countryside of hawthorn hedges, bluebell woods and may blossom.

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 ~Excerpt~

Here lies Du Vall, Reader, if male thou art,

Look to thy purse, if female, to thy heart.

Much havoc did he make of both, for all

Men he made stand and women fall.

The second Conqueror of the Norman race,

Knights to his arm did yield, and ladies to his face…’

Who were you? Jo nudged her white minivan through the press of traffic, her thoughts tantalized by the mildewed epitaph she’d glimpsed just an hour earlier on a ravaged headstone. The shade of the ancient London churchyard had been a welcome respite from the unseasonably hot May day and her haggling with veterans of the rag trade. She glanced in the rearview mirror, her cobalt-blue eyes dancing with pleasure at the pile behind her that semaphored contemporary and classic labels. And what would Du Vall have made of it, she mused. If she half closed her eyes, she could see him now, a virile bandit, and her lips curved in a wry smile that this man, long dead, long forgotten, could stir her blood. I’ll Google strip-search you, she resolved, running a hand through her ribbons of golden hair, as she itched to unlock him from the dusty pages of history.

“Dammit—should’ve taken a left at the lights,” Jo muttered. Her ditzy preoccupation with lady-killer Du Vall had diverted her into unfamiliar territory, an upscale residential area where cream, stucco-fronted Victorian villas, edging a tree-filled garden square, soared behind gleaming black railings.

The dusty road suddenly glistened with a treacherous oiliness. The van began a wild tango. Jo’s hands tightened over the steering wheel. Her heart pounded as she closed her eyes in the grim realization she was skidding. In a space of seconds, there was a crunch of metal as the van surged through cast iron railings, the windscreen raced to meet her as she was flung forward, shards of glass raining down. She slammed the brakes and the vehicle shuddered to a stop, straddling a steep drop across a basement well. This isn’t meant to happen. But the seat belt had saved her from a gory end. Slowly she opened her eyes, nausea creeping over her as she started to shake.

“A woman driver—surprise, surprise.” It was a deep male voice tinged with sarcasm and, emerging from a kind of fog, it took Jo several moments to grasp what was happening. The nearside door was wrenched open—strong hands reached across, unbuckled the seatbelt, and slowly tugged her into the solid muscle of his chest. She could feel the heat of his body, smell his musky male scent mingled with the sharpness of aftershave. Desperately trying to keep a fragile hold on herself, Jo’s heartbeats almost sped off the radar as the Good Samaritan’s eyes, silver-gray in a lean, sun-bronzed face, collided with hers as he steadied her upright on the sidewalk. And although she was five foot seven, he was all height, broad shoulders, rock-hard body and sensual mouth. He hadn’t shaved and was simply gorgeous.

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 ~About the Author~

Serena Fairfax spent her childhood in India, qualified as a lawyer in England and joined a London law firm.

Romance is hardwired into her DNA so her novels include a strong romantic theme. However, she broke out of the romance bubble with IN THE PINK, a quirky departure in style and content. She’s also written several short stories that feature on her blog.

Fast forward to a sabbatical from the day job when Serena traded in bricks and mortar for a houseboat which, for a hardened land lubber like her, turned out to be a big adventure.

Apart from writing and reading (all kinds of books), a few of Serena’s favorite things are collecting old masks, singing (in the rain) and exploring off the beaten track.

She’s a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, which is a very supportive organization. Serena and her golden retriever, Inspector Morse, who can’t wait to unleash his own Facebook page, divide their time between London and rural Kent. (Charles Dickens said: Kent, sir. Everybody knows Kent. Apples, cherries, hops and women).

Author Links: Site     Blog      Facebook      Twitter

 ~Giveaway~

Serena is giving away a eBook copy of Loving That Feeling.

For a chance to win please click here for the rafflecopter.

What Brings You to the Blog?

For November there was not a lot of posting going on. I was busy with NaNoWriMo. (Which I finished! See the badge below.)

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So what kept readers visiting the page – the great authors who stopped in to share their work and these insightful search engine terms:

  • erotic short stories – You’ll find some great authors on this site!
  • any fiction fanfiction authors out there that writes interracial romance stories /african american male caucasian woman – Michel Prince has a great story called Silly Girl
  • male romance authors – Post by Stacy Deanne
  • interracial multicultural romance book site – There’s plenty of that on here.
  • read after party by vallory vance – Thank you!
  • shifter romance – Just had Elodie Parkes and Kassanna on the blog.
  • هارد سكس (I wish I knew what this meant!)
  • sexy boyfrend tag! – Kevin Miller 🙂
  • dragons ward by leteisha ward – LeTeisha Newton stopped in to chat.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be lining up guests and promise to be back sharing my writing neurosis with you on a regular basis!

Happy Reading and Writing,

~Val

Spotlight on Snug Fit by Anna Bayes

snug fit book coverTitle: Snug Fit

Category: contemporary, M/F erotic romance

Format: ebook

Pages: 12

Blurb: Friday night, 7:52pm. Kate’s dress feels too tight, the restaurant seems too fancy, and her date is running late. She has decided that tonight is a bad idea after all, until a stranger two seats away begins talking to her.

 

Excerpt:

I feel lighter already peeling myself out of that dress, letting my hair down and skipping into the shower.

The sound of water splashing onto the tiles pleases me so. I lather myself up, smelling of peaches. I giggle as I remember how Mike said I could be dry and strong, but sweet like apples too. I can be more: sugary and juicy like peaches. I intend to let him find out.

I cup my breasts over the rich foam, and then flick my thumbs lightly over my nipples, sending an electric current down my spine directly between my legs.

Damn.

Just the thought of Mike is giving me the shivers.

I continue working on my nipples with my thumbs, pressing down and rubbing them in a circle, feeling how hard and sensitive they are, enjoying the tension building up in my core.

My legs part and I lean my whole body against the wall, the pink tiles kissing my skin and escalating the heat inside me. I let the water rain on my back as my fingers move down.

I am drenched; my clit is throbbing, begging for attention. I moisten my fingers with my own juice, and then glide up to envelope my protruding knob. It is Mike’s eyes, the changing colors of his pupils, that are branding their fervor in my head. I covet his large, comforting hands; wishing it is his thick, warm fingers concentrating on my clit, driving me into delirium.

Fuck, I want him.

I push two fingers from my left hand in my gaping pussy while envisioning his cock entering me, pounding away and claiming me as his.

My hips buck into my hands, my knees shake as I rock myself to the image of Mike gripping my ass and ramming into me like a starved madman.

I bite my lower lip so hard it bleeds as I hold my breath and ride my lust; the world fades as the lack of oxygen makes me dizzy and dims my sight. I almost black out before I let out a long and guttural scream.

Intense? That was more of a near-death experience.

I am making him mine.

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Anna writes contemporary, paranormal, BDSM and LGBT erotic romances. She is herself a bisexual submissive, and finds writing the perfect outlet for her wild ideas.

In real life, Anna is an introverted bookworm, looks sweet and kind of innocent, but don’t let her brown eyes fool you.

 

Find and follow Anna everywhere!

 

Spotlight on All Shades of Passion

81JjL8FvXAL._SL1500_Vol2All Shades of Passion (Sexy Erotic Romance Stories) Volume 2

Imaginative erotic romance stories crafted by professional adult writers. Different stories – different writing styles and there can be found something for everyone. From hot, sexy, and naughty full of explicit scenes, to pieces of written art. More books in the “All Shades of Passion” series are coming. Enjoy!

Approximate length: 15,000 words.

Content warning: contains skillfully drawn in words, naughtily detailed, sexy as your best dreams, explicit sexual acts intended for adults only (18+)! 

Erotica Romance Stories include:

Mandy and I by Rachel Ali

When Amanda left her loving boyfriend at home and planned a night out with the girls, she knew she wanted to have fun. However, her idea of fun wasn’t to test the boundaries of her sexual attraction, and that too towards her best friend, Mandy.
To her complete surprise, she discovers a new meaning to passion in her friend’s naked embrace.

Crimson Rose on the Pavement by Vilhemina Bruiss:

He began pounding her and all the while he slapped her ass and recited every porn cliché in the book:
“Say my name, dirty slut, say my name!”

Revenge is a dish best served cold… Ice cold.
Crimson Rose on the Pavement is the red hot tale of a cold revenge served on a patch of cobblestone. 

Coconut Bay by Layla DeLaney:

Clint and Theresa Money have been waiting for weeks since they got married to embark on their honeymoon adventure. Join these two newlywed lovers as they experience their honeymoon on a private island resort in the North of Spain known as Coconut Bay. Join them as they explore the island, making love in every exotic and erotic way they can. The island becomes their ecstasy-filled oasis, and even the flowers and wild fruits play a part in their incredible lust-filled days. Their story is like a sensual dream as they celebrate their love in the exquisite paradise. 

Heat Wave by Sophie Stevens (story 2):

Jack and Haley are still a little high from their mid-traffic tryst when they finally reach the secluded cabin, which was to be the setting for their five-year college reunion. However, when they find the place empty and realize that they’d arrived a day early, they’re both a little worried – the house is bolted shut and the drive home is extremely unappealing, considering they’d spent the entire day trapped in a car.

Jack manages to find working lights in the backyard, and it seems like a miracle; discovering the hot tub is just a surprising bonus. Thrilled at the prospect of being warm all night – and in more ways than one – the couple waste no time jumping in.

Off the Road by Sophie Stevens (story 3):

In the third and final part, Jack and Haley have had an eventful weekend together and are on their way home, when Haley finds herself bored silly. She decides to have some fun by teasing Jack, but he isn’t too pleased with her antics. He pulls over on the side of an empty road and proceeds to show her exactly how he deals with women who are a menace on the road.

*** Get your copy free for a limited time on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Shades-Passion-Romance-Stories-ebook/dp/B00EXB8E8M ***

Crossfire of Love – Happy Anniversary!

Crossfire of Love by Ella Jade

I’m celebrating the one year anniversary of the release of my contemporary romance Crossfire of Love. In honor of that milestone my fabulous publisher Beachwalk Press has lowered the price of the book to $1.99. That’s 60% off! You can purchase the novel wherever you buy your eBooks including Amazon, B&N and Are for the entire month of March.

Can an arranged marriage lead to love?

CrossFireOfLove2 (1)Recent college graduate Gabriella has finally married the man of her dreams, the older, charismatic attorney Lorenzo Martinez. She’s had a crush on him for as long as she can remember and always imagined they’d one day find their happily ever after. Unfortunately, they enter into a union arranged by their fathers.

Lorenzo is charming, protective, and loyal to his crime lord father Carlo. When Carlo asks Lorenzo to marry Gabriella he jumps at the opportunity. He’s been drawn to her for many years and knows by marrying her he’s helping to protect her father.

Gabby is resentful and won’t be Lorenzo’s charity case. But sparks fly and the couple soon gives into their desire, realizing they were meant to be together.

What happens when Carlo’s enemies threaten their future? Will someone get caught in the crossfire?

Content Warning: graphic sex, some violence

Buy Link – http://beachwalkpress.com/crossfire-of-love/

Excerpt

Lorenzo walked up the porch steps, turning to stare at her. “Are you coming, Gabriella?” No one but Lorenzo and his father called her by her full name. She liked when Lorenzo said it. He’d always made it sound so formal and sexy.

These were the first words he had spoken to her since they left the courthouse. They were married in the chambers of the prestigious Judge John Cartwright. He’d been a family friend of the Martinezes for many years. He was their go-to man whenever they needed something done fast and legally. Well, legal in her new father-in-law’s eyes anyway.

She hurried up the steps and followed Lorenzo inside their new home. It was built within a matter of months after she’d agreed to marry him. Carlo wanted them to have their privacy, but he also wanted to keep them close. He didn’t trust she’d hold up her end of the bargain, and keeping her on the property was the best way to ensure she wouldn’t run.

It was silly, really. How could she run from a family like this? They had ties all over the world. There wasn’t any place she could escape to that they wouldn’t know about. She was a woman of her word. She said she would marry Lorenzo and she did. She’d find a way to cope. She always had.

Lorenzo pulled his jacket off, poured himself a scotch, and then loosened his tie. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you,” she said.

Most brides would be dancing the night away and drinking champagne by this point in their wedding night. She didn’t think that was part of Lorenzo’s plan.

“I didn’t think you’d go through with it.” He sipped the amber colored liquid as he looked her over.

“I said I would.”

“I know, but when push actually came to shove, I thought you’d run.”

“You don’t know me that well,” she said. “I don’t run.”

“Good.” He smirked as he put the glass to his lips.

Gabby couldn’t take her eyes away from those lips. She’d never had the pleasure of having them on her own. Judge Cartwright hadn’t asked him to kiss his bride. She hated herself for thinking about him that way.

“You could’ve stopped this. Why didn’t you?” she asked.

As they stood in front of the judge, she kept hoping he’d put an end to the charade and stop the wedding. It didn’t make sense to her why he had agreed to marry her. She didn’t have a choice. Her father’s gambling debts made sure of that. But she didn’t understand why he’d allowed things to get as far as they had.

“I was just as trapped as you were.” He downed the rest of his scotch.

She didn’t believe that. She knew he respected his dad, but she didn’t get why he wouldn’t have put his foot down and said no to such a life-altering decision.

“You could’ve told your father no from the beginning. Why would you agree to marry someone if you didn’t have to?”

“Look.” He shook his head. “It’s done now. We’re going to have to make the best of it.”

“Make the best of it?” She plopped down on the leather sofa. “I’m twenty-two years old. I just graduated from college, and you want me to make the best of it?”

“I know this isn’t what you might have wanted, but it is what it is. You agreed, and now it’s done. You can’t go back on it now. My father won’t forgive that.”

  Giveaway

Please enter the rafflecopter for your chance to win a $10 Amazon Gift Card during the month of March. Like my FB page for details about the swag I’m giving away to celebrate the sale!

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Vincent Guidry…Part II

Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope you are enjoying your day so far. I’m getting this post in before I’m needed in the kitchen or Uncle Etienne’s Irish Coffee begins to take effect…

As you remember I was interviewing Vincent Guidry, former NFL quarterback for the Oklahoma City Stallions. As I said before, the questions were pretty pedestrian. The things the readers already knew – LSU quarterback, NFL quarterback and prominent Baton Rouge businessman. So the next question flowed out of my mouth without any thought.

VV: It has been speculated that your recent upswing in charitable giving is related to your interest in running for governor in next year’s election. Is this true?

VG: This is one those questions, I’m not going to answer. Except to say that the people of Baton Rouge are and have always been important to me.

VV: (Running for governor? What? It dawned on me then why I was conducting this interview. I’m not a reporter. I just like looking at cute guys. Eddie was counting on my innocence to get some answers. I started to read through the questions.)

VG: Is there anything else, Ms. Vance?

VV: (I’m searching….Questions about Morgan Fitzhugh and Xavier Loving’s role in the upcoming campaign.) Uh…uh…

VG: I do have another meeting to attend. It has been a pleasure meeting you. (A quick handshake and he’s gone. I’m sitting there wondering if I just broke a story!)

I called Eddie and told him everything. He wasn’t as excited as I was, but this is going to be a story that I’ll be following. I just may become Vallory Vance, Political Reporter.  Your very own Christiane Amanpour!

Coming December 14, 2012!

Cheers

As a successful Sales and Catering Manager for the posh Hayden Court Hotel located in New Orleans’ famed French Quarter, Darcey St. Claire is absolutely ecstatic to be working on New Year’s Eve.  The commission and bonus, she’ll receive from the two day Guidry Construction event will not only fund her spring trip to New York City, but buy a cute pair of shoes for the plane ride!

Her enthusiasm quickly turns to barely disguised irritation when Vincent Guidry arrives hours early for his scheduled check-in, demanding access to his suite.  After he slashes the budget for the event, not even the crystal blue eyes of the former quarterback can quell the anger surging in her chest.

That is until he walks into the Chat Noir where she is trying to regroup after her irksome day. In the private enclave known as the Cristal Room, Vincent willingly lights up Darcey’s New Year’s Eve and may have lost his heart in the process.

Today’s Hero – Dylan Bishop of Rainie’s Lake

Dylan and Rainie’s Turn to Talk

Rainie’s Lake by Brenda Woody & Steve Tindle

Thank you for joining us today as we chat with Dylan and Rainie on the porch at the cabin.  This is our first interview with characters and both let us know they wanted to chat! Now, we won’t allow them to give spoilers away, but we do hope you’ll come to love these two as we do. And we’re featuring a giveaway! Details below.

We’re sitting here enjoying the breathtaking view of the pine trees and the serene mountains. Dylan is making us coffee. He’s such the host! Rainie will be here soon. 

Later if you want to stretch your legs and walk about, you’ll probably find Rainie down by the lake. She wanders in the fog early mornings and before dusk. Be careful by the lake’s edge, the fog is thick and the water is freezing this time of year. The dock would be the safest place to stand and chat with her one on one.

Ah, here’s Dylan now with steaming mugs to go around. Thanks Dylan!

Brenda & Steve: Dylan, we hope you’re enjoying your vacation. Tell us a little bit about you and your job as an art instructor.

Dylan: You’re welcome and actually I am! Well, *chuckles* I’m really pretty boring. I love to fish so when I saw the ad for the cabin with the private dock, and the spectacular view, I knew this place was my destination. I teach at the local arts and design college within a few miles of my home. Every quarter, I have the pleasure of instructing very gifted students; about 15 to 20 in the class. I guess being one of the youngest instructors helps too. My students and I really connect.

Brenda & Steve: We did hear the fishing is good in these parts.What prompted this alone time?

Dylan: This vacation was long over due since I haven’t taken time for myself in four years. As you can see it’s a beautiful area for an artist to get the creative juices flowing. I hoped to find inspiration to put the brush to canvas and I did. *grins*

Brenda & Steve: We see the grin on your face. And here’s the reason! Hi Rainie, glad you could join us.

*Dylan stands and offers Rainie his chair*

Rainie: *smiles and sits, pulling the hood away from her head* Hi Brenda and Steve!

*Dylan rests his hand on her shoulder. Rainie places her hand over his, giving it a squeeze*

Brenda & Steve: Rainie, you’re from this area. Tell us a little bit about yourself and growing up here.

Rainie: I grow up in the next town. After I graduated from college, I returned and taught at the grammar school. My parents rented this cabin a few times when I was a little girl. I have wonderful memories of playing out by the dock and on the lake that I try to keep in the forefront of my mind because there’s a sad memory here too. *tightens her grip on Dylan’s hand*

Brenda & Steve:*sighs* We know there are good times and bad times here, so let’s keep the chat in a happy mode for now. Dylan, what was it about Rainie that drew you to her.

Dylan: *takes a lingering glance at Rainie* Her eyes captured me. They’re a beautiful green and get darker depending on her mood. Oh, and her smile which reaches her eyes first.  Ummm, her butt too; I loved watching her walk away but hoped she would always return. *winks at Rainie*

Brenda & Steve: That’s so sweet and romantic! Rainie, same question to you. What drew you to Dylan?

Rainie: *blushes* Dylan, you just had to add how much you liked my backside! Let’s see, he makes great coffee don’t you think! *laughs* His boyish good looks, sandy hair and his kindness.  I’ve never met a man as kind and giving as Dylan.

Brenda & Steve: Dylan, you did find your inspiration since you’ve been here. What are you going to paint?

Dylan: A portrait of Rainie, of course. I’ll hang it on the wall so if and when I return; she’ll always be in the cabin.

Brenda & Steve: (Brenda) *sniffs, noticing the sad look on Rainie’s face* Okay, I’m getting teary-eyed all over again. Rainie and Dylan, thank you for chatting with us today. We want to leave before the fog rolls in.

Rainie: *stands* Thank you Brenda and Steve. I need to take my walk near the lake. Dylan, we’ll work on the sketch later this evening? 

Dylan: *rises, takes Rainie’s hand and softly kisses her lips* Sure Rainie. Just a few more touches and I’ll be ready to paint. Bye Brenda and Steve, thanks for stopping by.

*Before walking towards their car, Brenda & Steve watch the intimate exchange between the lovers*

Taking a long over due vacation, Art Instructor, Dylan Bishop is eager to start his trip to the cabin in the mountains. When he saw the photo online with the rental ad, he knew this was his destination. Being drawn to the lake nestled behind the cabin with a private dock, Dylan hopes to regain his inspiration to paint.

His vacation takes an erotic turn when he meets Rainie Marks on a foggy morning by the dock. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. However, there is sadness and a mystery about her. Finding his inspiration, he sketches her one evening and unable to resist the passion that has sparked between them, Rainie and Dylan share a sensual night together.

When Rainie tells him the truth about her past and the lake, the mystery she hides unfolds. The key to everything is the lake. Will Dylan be able to help her put the past to rest?

~ A yummy erotic tale with paranormal features, I loved this book!~Adriana Kraft

~ This was an excellent story! Well-written with interesting characters, a great plot and wonderful descriptions. ~ Carol Conley, Voracious Reader

~ One of the best romance and mystery stories I ever read. ~Ray Sostre, After Dark Online

~ Woody and Tindle outshine themselves in this heartwarming story that will tug at your heartstrings. ~ Tonya Kinzer

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Now that you’ve met Rainie and Dylan from Rainie’s Lake, we’d like to share a bit about our future releases.

We’re currently working on Triangle of Secrets, Book Two featuring Morgan, Vivian and Kirk. For those of you that read Book One, you’ve met Morgan and Kirk is Scott’s dad. Vivian is an old flame of Kirk’s. Ummm, makes for an interesting triangle; wouldn’t you say?

Scarlett’s Cowboy will be released later in the year. We’ve had this book on the burner long enough. On our blog, you can read an excerpt under the tab ‘Works in Progress’.

Savannah Dream’s, an Erotic Paranormal.

Newlyweds Jaque and Trevor move to Savannah after they find the perfect colonial house to live and open their Bed & Breakfast. But after they move in strange things start happening. Trevor is haunted with torrid dreams. Jaque is trying her best to ignore all the activity.

When they hire a medium, they meet Savannah; a young girl haunting the house. Is Savannah a welcomed spirit or will it become dangerous to keep her around?

Savannah’s Dream will be the first installment in our Haunted B&B Series.

And we have an erotic time travel in notes. No title yet, but we’ll give you a teaser!

Assistant Curator Layla Massri is ecstatic when she is asked to display and maintain the Hellenistic Egyptian exhibit; her first event to oversee at the DallasMuseum. The most appealing ancient artifact is Cleopatra’s beautiful chaise lounge. Layla, being half-Egyptain herself, is drawn to lie upon the chaise one night after the museum closes.

And we’re bringing Dylan back as well as another character in Rainie’s Gift.

Vallory, thank you for having us on your blog today. We’ll gift an eBook copy of Rainie’s Lake to TWO lucky commenters (coupon from Smashwords – format winners’ choice).

About the Authors:

Brenda Woody & Steve Tindle is a couple writing Erotica and Erotic Romance. Their stories give readers the perspective of both male and female point of view. Not all of their stories have a happy ever after ending, but the sex scenes are hot! Brenda & Steve love to explore different writing styles in the Erotic genre. With dark fantasies, ménage relationships, deep sexual desires and a bit of paranormal, they write erotic that is passionate and spellbinding.

Connect with Brenda and Steve online: 

Elodie Parkes and The Horoscope Writer

All About Elodie Parkes

  • Where are you from?  I live in Canterbury, United Kingdom. It’s famous for the Cathedral, Chaucer, and there is a UNESCO world heritage site, which includes the ancient ruins of St Augustine’s Abbey and St Martin’s Church. There is also a ruined castle. It’s a pretty place too and the coast nearby is great.

I work in an antiques shop and write. I have two dogs that keep me fit with their need for walks.

I write romance, contemporary and erotic with a twist of mystery now and then. I like to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

  •  What is your favorite quality about yourself?  Kindness, I am unfailingly kind, it just happens.
  •  What is your least favorite quality about yourself?  I’m a bit of a perfectionist and hard on myself.
  •  What is your favorite quote, by whom, and why?  I saw one on a facebook page the other day and I have to say it replaced everything I thought I liked before, “I don’t think that anything happens by coincidence… No one is here by accident… Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason…” -James Redfield
  • What is your favorite color?  Green, all greens, like emerald, lime, viridian, apple, grass, sea-green
  • What is your favorite food?  Pancakes and maple syrup
  • What’s your favorite place in the entire world?  I can’t choose, because there are places in the world I would like to see ad who knows they might take that accolade when I see them.

Elodie’s Journey into Writing

  •  When and why did you begin writing?  I started writing when I was seventeen. I never did anything like submitting to publishers etc. until I was about twenty five and then queried to no avail.  I started writing again seriously a couple of years ago because I had so many stories in my head.
  • How long have you been writing?  Seriously? Maybe three years.
  • What inspires you to write and why?  People and emotions inspires me. The complexity of life spurs me to write.
  • What genre are you most comfortable writing?  Romance, contemporary and erotic.
  • What do you consider most challenging about writing a novel, or about writing in general?  I honestly think its marketing the book.
  • Did writing this book teach you anything and what was it?  ‘The Horoscope Writer’ taught me to go with my heart in my writing, and stop being so academic.
  • Do you intend to make writing a career?  If it will let me
  • What is your greatest strength as a writer?  I think it’s the joy I get from writing and so I put it back into the work.
  • Have you ever had writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?  I haven’t had writers block but I have chosen to stop writing a couple of projects and deleted them, I just stopped liking their concepts.

The Horoscope Writer

 ‘The Horoscope Writer’ is about a man, Dominic, who is a writer and has lots of different writing jobs for magazines amongst which is that of horoscope writing. He is a lonely soul, living in the country on a funny country lane where a few artisan’s workshops are. Fortunately he has a friend there too, Jeremy, who has a workshop, design studio there on the lane.

Dominic is lonely. His last relationship broke up a couple of years prior to the opening of the story and he really wants love.

There is a workshop to let on the lane and Cassie comes along to rent it.

Dominic is instantly attracted to her when he sees her in Jeremy’s office and she finds Dominic irresistible.

There is a mild paranormal streak running through what is an erotic romance because Dominic has been influenced by his great uncle who was also a horoscope writer.

This is a love story, erotic and enticing.

  • How did you come up with the title?  The character Dominic gave it to me. (smiles)
  • Can you tell us about your main character?  Cassie needs to be loved. She’s kind, generous, and affectionate. She is talented and works hard.

Dominic is a darling who lives with a strange secret, and he needs love too, but doesn’t think he will ever have it until he meets Cassie.

They both have a sensual streak and ignite it within each other.

  • What was the hardest part about writing this book?  Marketing

 The Horoscope Writer can be purchased through Amazon:

Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0094JIIVQ
Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Horoscope-Writer-ebook/dp/B0094JIIVQ

Elodie’s Writing Life

  • Can we expect any more books from you in the future?  This is my third book.  I have a book in the pipeline right now, called ‘The Last Time’, it’s due to be published mid-December
  • How do you deal with bad reviews?  I don’t read reviews.
  • What are some of the best tools available today for writers, especially those just starting out?  Computers, editing suites, the WWW.
  • What contributes to making a writer successful?  Believing in books and reading.
  • Do you have any advice for writers?  Just believe in yourself and give it all you’ve got.
  • Do you have any specific last thoughts that you want to say to your readers?  Thank you for reading my books. I write from my heart and hope you feel the love in the books.

The Silly Question

  • Karaoke Night, what are you singing and are you any good?  ‘Strong Enough’ from Sheryl Crow and yes I can sing.

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Excerpt from The Horoscope Writer

(Copyright Elodie Parkes 2012 all rights reserved.)

 “Do you like to be called Cassandra or Cassie?” he asked her, and his lovely eyes had Cassie staring at him almost unable to speak. She truly had not seen a man quite as attractive as Dominic in a long time, not in real life, not in the flesh. His looks belonged in the pages of movie magazines or on romance novel covers.

Why was he single she asked herself?

She finally answered him when she saw that he was waiting patiently for her.

“I don’t mind either. If you want to call me Cassie you can”.

Dominic smiled again; he was thinking ‘I’d like to call you darling as I kiss you all over’.

He said, “Okay I’ll call you Cassie for the time being”.

Cassie wondered what that meant but decided against asking. Dominic was pouring coffee and offered her milk and sugar. Cassie took her coffee black and Dominic saluted her for it. “I can’t take it black I have to dilute it with milk”, he told her.

They were standing quite close to each other as he handed her the cup and Dominic took the opportunity to gaze into her eyes. Cassie was immediately intimidated and he felt it.

“Cassie you have beautiful eyes, such an unusual color”, Dominic said, and then quickly followed with, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so?”

Cassie saw the sincerity in his expression and responded.

“No it’s nice”, she said softly.

Dominic’s gaze softened as he looked at her. He wanted to trace his finger down her cheek and over her bottom lip. He wanted to hold her face in his hands and lick her lips until she opened them to his tongue. His eyes darkened at Cassie and she could feel the air of desire that Dominic exuded. She didn’t move back from him, but she drank some coffee, and the mug seemed to shield her from him.

Dominic really wanted her. He had not felt desire like this in a long time, and then he realized he had never felt desire like this. Not even for Jenny. He registered surprise in his eyes when that thought came to mind and Cassie saw it.

She had no idea what to say next and so she simply stood there, and sipped at her coffee.

Dominic drank some of his coffee and then tried to talk about ordinary things to Cassie.

“What will you be doing in the workshop or studio as Jeremy calls it?”

Cassie felt on familiar ground and answered happily. “Pottery, ceramics, sculpture and stuff. I’m an artist; well I like to think so”.

Dominic moved very slightly closer to her and then leaned over a little to put his cup on the table. As he stood up it brought their faces close together.

Cassie at first froze. She was caught in the delicious gaze of Dominic’s sexy blue eyes, and he was wondering how he could possibly kiss her without scaring her, when Cassie astounding herself, moved to him closing her eyes and offering her mouth to be kissed.

Dominic held her head gently and kissed her slowly. He made the kiss last as long as he could. It was hard to stop kissing her because she moved towards his lips wanting more when he did ease back. Dominic was enchanted. He moved his hands from her face to hold her close with one arm and pick up a handful of her hair with the other. He savored the feel of her hair in his hand and kissed her more.

Cassie felt melted from the inside out. She felt as if her body craved the touch of this gorgeous man. She felt sleepy with desire.

She had not been with a man for more than two years, and even then it had not been very satisfactory. It was a quick encounter with an old university friend, when in a mood of despair she had gone to his hotel with him after meeting him in town.

They had known each other the whole four years as they studied the same course. He had girlfriends the whole time. Two years after graduation he had left the county but was back for work, and they had met at an art exhibition. Cassie pushed herself to have sex with him out of sheer annoyance at her own continued single status. It had been okay and she had needed what little comfort it gave her. He had left the next day and she had not heard from him again.

Now Cassie was clinging to Dominic and in some part of her heart a seed of hope sprang up. Dominic was kissing her and holding her with care. He wanted her, she could tell. His lips worked magic on her shyness and she put her arms around his waist to press him close to her.

Dominic sighed with pleasure, stopped kissing her lips, and held her against his body. He molded her to him and sighed with his face in her hair, as he made sure she felt the shape of his desire through their clothes.

Cassie savored his embrace. It felt good to be held against this man. It felt safe, even though she didn’t know him, and this behavior was unprecedented in her opinion and experience. She was a grown woman, an independent woman, and anyway she had been to self-defense classes and knew that if he did anything she did not want she could immobilize him in seconds. Cassie was quite proud of that fact and that she had been the star pupil in the class. Her instructors had said she was a natural, and attempted to recruit her to their academy, but she had resisted. She stilled in his arms.

Dominic was breathing her in. Her hair had a vague herbal fragrance, something sweet and familiar like rosemary he thought. He held her gently but with possession as if he couldn’t let her go. He was surprised by her kiss and the way she stayed within the circle of his arms.

“I hope you are not afraid of me. I wouldn’t normally be so affectionate so soon, but I find you so very lovely”, he said softly, as he moved his lips in a delicate caress across her face to her lips. The barely there kisses made Cassie shiver and move her mouth to his with a need to kiss his lips, touch her tongue to his, and she pressed her hips against him.

Dominic ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back wanting to take the thick sweater she wore off her.

It was right then that the doorbell rang. Dominic smiled at Cassie and with an apologetic murmur went to answer it.

Find samples of  other works by Elodie including ‘Millie Reinvented’, ‘Two of Them’ and ‘The Horoscope Writer’ on the blog: http://elodieparkes.blogspot.com

Also available from:

http://www.amazon.com/Millie-Reinvented-ebook/dp/B008H5IF7U

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Millie-Reinvented-ebook/dp/B008H5IF7U

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008RBJXOI

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Two-of-Them-ebook/dp/B008RBJXOI

 

Sunday Snippet #6 – Betrothed

Happy Sunday Snippet Day – my favorite day in the blogosphere! Today my snippet comes from a short story that I started when I was supposed to be outlining. It just poured out yesterday and now needs editing and revising, so here is a pretty raw snippet:

For all the fine silk and imported lace adorning the ladies attending the Dover Plantation Planter’s Ball, none had been so lovely as Abby in a cotton slip, lifting back the covers and sliding her slender body into the feather bed next to his. He brought her thin fingers to his lips; a hint of the perfume he’d brought from Paris had mixed with a day’s work of cooking in the nearly empty kitchen and settled into her skin, sweet corn and lilies. Heaven would smell like this or he wanted no part of it.

“Are you tired, Love?”

“I’m not the one who should be tired. By my count you had six dances with Miss Ellen Sommers and plenty more with others. You should be tired.” She pulled her hand away, pursing her lips and turning her face away so that wisps of light brown curls swept into her face hiding her almost green eyes.

He chuckled at her coyness. It had been a month since he had taken her to his bed. A virgin. But he had been imagining himself with her for a lifetime.

Retooling My Writing Process

While revising my current work in progress, I typed the line – “the shallow scar curved from the corner of his heavily lashed lid and faded into his hairline, saving him from being artistically beautiful” 

Whoa! Ethan has a scar? When did he get a scar? Questions like these having been hampering my writing for the last three weeks. I have good days and then I have to start over when I get to one of these pesky questions and choices have to be made.

I came to the realization early last week that writing a longer work is different than writing a short story. (No duh? I’m can be slow sometimes.) When I write my short stories, I start with the characters and an idea of how their stories will progress. Then I write it. Then I revise it. Then I revise again. The entire process takes about two full weeks of writing two to three hours each day and eight hours on Saturday.

So along comes my current WIP and my process doesn’t work. There is no way I can be a pantser on this one. There are too many questions that need to be answered and finding literary devices to give the reader the answer without having each character spill their guts in a long monologue.

One idea I had was to start all over and outline the novella complete with character bios (I’d know how Ethan got his scar) and descriptions of each scene. But I’m stubborn and always want to go with my first idea, so I continue on for week three of rewrites. But next time, I’ll start with the outline!

I’ve found some books that have helped with outlining, so check them out if you are reconsidering your panster process:

Outlining Your Novel: Map Your Way to Success by K.M. Weiland

The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Writing Erotic Romance by Alison Kent

Be A Sex-Writing Strumpet by Stacia Kane

Happy Writing!