Tuesday, July 31, 2012

VBT - Timeless Sojourn by Jamie Salisbury

Please join me in welcoming Jamie Salisbury on her tour for  "Timeless Sojourn".  Jamie has kindly provided me with the answer to my question "Why we're drawn to the older heroine" in romance today.  Please be sure to leave a comment or question below as Jamie will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Card to one randomly drawn commenter during her tour.  You can follow her tour here, the more often you comment, the better your odds at winning. 

Romance and the Older Heroine by Jamie Salisbury

Me:  Why are we drawn to older heroines today?  Can you share with us your thoughts o the pros and cons of the older heroine?

Jamie:  The pros of the “older” heroine? 

There are tons! She is comfortable with herself, does not have to nor wants to play the games of her younger counterparts. She understands her significant other a lot deeper. 

The cons? 

I don’t see any, other than perhaps she is older than he is, and while it is perfectly acceptable for a man to date/marry a younger woman, a lot of folks seem to have a problem when the roles are reversed.

Me:  Can you tell us about the "romantic" scenes in your books with the older heroine? Pros and Cons?

Jamie:  The romantic scenes in my books? Probably only pros - they are better because the heroine is more in tune with her body. She knows not only what she needs and wants, but she knows her partners needs as well. Where younger women are more about having their needs met, it is more of a mutual desire and seeing both of them are satisfied rather than the one-sided behavior and thoughts of a younger woman. As they say, at least for women, it gets better with age.

Me: Just how spicy are your scenes with the older heroine?

Jamie: When I write my romance scenes I’ll take it as far as needed. It has to be realistic to me, Yes, I’ve left it where it’s up to the readers imagination to figure out the conclusion, but I have no problem taking it to whatever level it needs to go, and I have even toned things down only because of the reader. But one thing I have learned from my continuing writing quests is to let the characters speak.

So, there you have it, Jamie's thoughts on our attraction to the older heroine.  

Timeless Sojourn
by Jamie Salisbury


Recently divorced at a time when most women are enjoying their children being grown, Anne Harrison finds her life in chaos. At the urging of her forever-friend Kat, Anne moves back to Seattle, her childhood home, to get back her former confidence and make a fresh start. 

Confident, creative, and a successful businessman, Geoffrey Quinn has depths not immediately apparent to those who come into contact with that cocky, devilishly handsome exterior.  

The last thing either is looking for is a relationship. Anne finds Geoff highly irritating (and young!) at best, while Geoffrey finds her magnetic and wise. To his amusement, she futilely attempts to dismiss him each time they cross paths, and sparks fly.

Watch as this seemingly unsuitable, disparate duo lights a fiery, compelling attraction neither sees coming. But who will get burned?



Geoff was right--once we returned to Seattle it was almost a week before I heard from him. When he did call it was merely to check in and see what I was up to. His new project he said would consume him for the next couple of weeks until he was ready to begin his mock up. I took that as a hint to drop by his studio/gallery. Geoff’s studio/gallery was in the same building as Tom’s PR firm so Friday afternoon I decided to pay Geoff a visit.

I walked inside his gallery and found him walking through the space. He looked like a deer in the headlights. He looked up, saw me and walked toward me shaking his head.

“I hope you don’t mind,” I started, seeing he was shaking his head and had somewhat of a scowl on his face. “I wasn’t busy and thought I’d pop in and check on you.”

“No, please Anne, feel free to stop in anytime,” he replied was he walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders as he kissed me. “I just realized that my gallery party is scheduled for tomorrow evening and I haven’t done a thing to prepare for it. I’ve been so busy with this new piece I completely lost track of time.”

“Come on, let’s go sit down. You can tell me what you needs done and I’ll help you.”

“I can’t possibly ask you to do that.”

“You can and you will. Now let’s make a list of what needs to be done.”

He led me by the hand towards a desk in a corner of his gallery. I sat in the chair placed next to the desk as he sat behind it looking for paper and a pen. We went over a list of guests who would definitely be coming and then on to what he wanted to serve. I got my phone out and began to call Kat.

“Whom are you calling?” He asked not looking up from his list.

“Kat. She can at least help us estimate how much wine you’ll need.”

I was actually surprised that he had not been more organized for this event. This wasn’t like him. I smiled to myself as I realized I might be a slight distraction to his usually orderly life.

Kat was surprised too, but didn’t flinch when I started asking her questions. Then she came up with an idea and had me give Geoff the phone. All I heard was his grunting to her questions or short answers.

“Seems I’m coming over to Kat’s for dinner this evening so we can all discuss my lack of preparation for this event.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you through this.” I replied taking his hand.

“I have no doubt you will. Come,” He said getting up and leading me toward the back, “I want to show you how I do what I do.”

We walked to the back. I saw a ton of drawings taped to the walls and on a large flat surface. There was also a large hunk of clay covered by plastic. It amazed my senses at the detail involved in a project such as this.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jamie Salisbury cannot imagine a time when she did not write. A skill that has served her well throughout her professional career. Public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, and special event planning all elevated her passion for writing.

An avid reader of histories, biographies, and romance, it's only natural that part of the products of her pen are historical romances featuring characters so authentic they spring forth from the page and shake the reader's hand. Many of her teen years were spent in Chile, but she and her family were forced out of the country when the political climate demanded it.

Taking the plunge to take her writing professional came as a result of a series of foot surgeries that left her with a lot of time on her hands. Unable to walk great distances at the time, she started writing as a way to pass the time. Her experiences of how dramatically her life had changed at first. Then the new world of e-publishing inspired her to digitally publish her first novel, Perpetual Love, rather than relegate it to the dreaded drawer. She couldn't be happier with her decision to grab the publishing industry by the shoulders and force it to pay attention to all she has to offer.

Two more novels have followed: Blood Lust and Tudor Rose, with more to follow soon.

Jamie now lives outside of Atlanta, but the love for travel has never abandoned her. Adventure, exploration, and intrigue permeate her prose to the core.

In those few moments of the day when she's not writing or thinking about writing, she finds knitting a way to relax and unwind. Other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course traveling.

Jamie hopes her writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. She loves to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.

Website: http://www.jamiesalisbury.webs.com

Blog: http://www.jamiesalisburyauthor.blogspot.com

Twitter: @JamieRSalisbury

FaceBook: http://www.facebook.com/JamieRSalisburyAuthor 


Please don't forget to leave a comment or question below for Jamie as she will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Card during her tour, which you can follow here.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Breathless Press New Release Blurb Blitz Tour

Please join me in welcoming Breathless Press on their Book Blurb Blitz Tour for their Current and upcoming releases.  I will feature each book and blurb.  Please be sure to leave a comment or question below because Breathless Press will award a $20 Breathless Press Gift Card to one random commenter during this tour.  You can follow the tour here.  The more often you comment, the better your chances at winning.

Rescued Love by Angelina Rain


Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.

The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn’t resist Jordan.

It’s a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?


"We have to talk." His tone dripped with tension.

She turned to him. "I've had enough bad news for this week. Whatever it is can wait a couple of minutes."

He looked irked and worried, and he avoided her gaze. The moment seemed to stretch forever and Nate ran his hand over the back of his neck. Eventually, he nodded.

She indicated for him to sit at the kitchen table and pulled out the leftover lasagna Petra had brought over that morning. She popped it into the oven.

"I hope you like lasagna," she said in an attempt to start a normal conversation.

"Did you make it?"

"No." She sat across from him. "Petra did."

Why was Nate so tense? She was curious to know what he intended to tell her, but given the pained expression on Nate's face, she was also scared. From the look in his eyes, it wasn't going to be something she wanted to hear.

"So anything new about the case?"

He shook his head. Her attempt at conversation failed.

It wasn't until after dinner as Jordan washed the dishes that Nate spoke. "We have to talk."

Jordan turned to face him, the damp rag from drying the plates hung in her hands. "Can't it wait?"

"No." He stood, and walked closer to her, his stance powerful. He looked dangerous. His eyes were cold, hard, the look in them hollow and heartbroken.

She didn't expect to hear any good news so she braced for the worst. "What is it?"

Nate sighed deeply, as though stalling what he had to say. "I can't see you ever again."


All For a Dead Man’s Leg by R. Ann Siracusa


Meet Harriet Ruby, a well-balanced MIT graduate with a degree in languages, whose life has been good but ordinary and predictable. Wanting new experiences before she settles down to a career and family, she accepts a position as a tour director in Europe.

Meet Will Talbot, a handsome Europol spy and covert operative for the US government with a dark troubled past, major trust issues, and dissociative amnesia. Driven by guilt over something he believes he did, he has a penchant for rescuing innocent victims caught up in dangerous circumstances.

Harriet’s first solo stint as a tour director in Spain and Morocco is going well until they get lost in the medina in Tangier. There, one of her tourists becomes ill. Harriet needs to find a doctor, can’t speak Arabic, and doesn’t know how to get out of the walled city. A handsome and mysterious stranger, Will Talbot, examines the tourist, pronounces him dead, and offers to help her smuggle the body out of Morocco. At this moment, Harriet’s once-predictable life turns upside down. Little does she know that getting out of Morocco is only the beginning of an incredible adventure in pursuit of murders, smugglers, terrorists, and a meaningful relationship.


Looking back on it, I could see everything would have worked out fine if Archie Philpot hadn't chosen that particular time and place to die.

Not that he did it maliciously, mind you, nor did he exactly choose. But I'm sure if he'd thought about the welfare of the many—our tour group, to be specific—as opposed to the convenience of the one, he might have staved off the event for another ten or twelve hours. Then there would have been no problem.

Well, not exactly no problem.

But perhaps I should start when everything began to fall apart.

My name is Harriet Ruby, Tour Director Extraordinaire. Or so I'd thought. I had just begun to believe my first solo stint in Europe was a roaring success when we got lost in the medina—the ancient walled city—in Tangier.

"Let's stop here for a moment," I called to my tour group.

While they assembled, I glanced around at the souk, the market place within the city walls. It was a maze of tiny shops, tents, and winding passageways crowded with Moroccans.

"I'm never going to find my way out of here." I pulled out my cell phone and punched in my driver's number. Mario knew the route and spoke Arabic, but he had gone to fix a flat tire on our bus while I herded our fourteen tourists around the medina. That was two hours ago.

No answer.

Harriet, this does not bode well for your goal of a long and successful career in the tour business.

With the back of my hand, I swiped at the perspiration popping out on my brow. "Please stay right here and don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

All of them smiled and nodded. Grimacing, I hurried to one of the tea shops we had passed to look for someone who spoke English. No luck. I was only gone for two or three minutes, I swear—well, maybe it was five or six—but when I returned to the place where I had left my tourists, they were gone.

This was not starting out to be a good day.

"Mez Harri Boobies!" The shrill cry sliced through the confusion of sweating bodies crowding the market. An arm shot out of nowhere, and a brown hand clamped my wrist. I swallowed my shriek of surprise. Tangier was rife with hands that grabbed at foreigners.

"Mez Harri Boobies, you come queek," the man whispered in my ear. "Mezter Pillpot no good, yes? You come."

"It's R-u-b-y, not Boobie." I repeated my name for Mr. Takamura, one of the three almost-English-speaking Japanese tourists in the small group I was directing through Spain and Morocco. While my name was not destined to be in lights on Hollywood marquees, for the past twenty-four years, it had served me well enough. I had a sentimental attachment to it.

Without a reply, he released my arm. Insinuating his slight body into the crush of street peddlers, dirty children, and veiled ladies, he moved quickly out of sight. With a deep sigh, I tucked my Adventure Seekers sign under my arm and followed him, devastated by the foreboding that I would be nicknamed "Hairy Boobies" for the rest of my career as a tour director, which might not be very long after this little incident.

He penetrated farther into the ancient market through twisted, narrow passageways filled with malodorous bodies and a myriad of colors rippling in the heat—red, blue, amber, purple of clothing, goods for sale, food, tents. In pursuit, I skirted white-robed Moroccans bartering for goods, men sipping mint tea, and women painting the hands of girls with rich sienna-colored henna. The humid air, replete with an exotic mixture of scents—ginger, curry, rare perfumes, cigarette smoke, donkey dung—stirred my senses. The crowd babbled in many languages, counterpoint to the lilting melody of the seruani pipes.

"Wait!" How in the world had they gone this far in such a short time?

He hesitated for an instant, turned, and waved. Then he disappeared again. Finally, Mr. Takamura stopped in a small plaza with a colorful tiled fountain in the center, a calm refuge in the midst of chaos. In stray beams of sunlight, tiny motes of dust danced in the thick atmosphere. The Japanese gentleman waited for me to catch up, then smiled and bowed.

My gaze followed his nod. "Ohmigod!"

Archibald Philpot of London, the eldest and most distinguished of my tourists, knelt doubled over the lip of the fountain, hurling his guts. Oh, boy.

My tourists—three American and two Swedish couples and the other two Japanese—watched with helpless concern on their faces while a growing knot of Moroccans glared at us,  mayhem glinting in their dark eyes.

The disbelief and thin-lipped anger on their faces indicated they were not pleased about the desecration of what was probably their water supply. I couldn't blame them. This could get dicey. A drop of sweat dribbled into my eye.

Edith Johnson, a ditzy fiftyish blonde trying to look thirty, was the first to see me. She clapped her hand to her bosom and cried, "Thank goodness you're here, Harriet. Do something."

Who, me?

I dropped down beside Archie. His complexion was grayish-green, his rheumy eyes were glazed over, and by the stench, I guessed the poor man might have a case of diarrhea. My stomach heaved. Swallowing hard, I managed to maintain my tour director decorum. This was definitely not in my job description.


Her Unlikely Bodyguard by Lorraine Nelson


A stalker who wants revenge…a past flame rekindled…Jemma Leigh's summer just got interesting.

Jemma Leigh Harding has drawn the attention of an unknown stalker and returns to her hometown of Somerville, a safe haven—or so she thinks—on the east coast of Canada.

Theodore Garrity is the last person she expects to see, considering how easily he walked away from her after graduation to join the army.

Their past history involves secrets Jemma Leigh is hesitant to share. When it becomes clear the stalker has followed her home, Teddy becomes her unlikely bodyguard. Will the terror and past hurts separate them forever? Or will love blaze a fresh path for their future?

EXCERPT (some adult situations):

Jemma Leigh quickly grew aware of Teddy's heated gaze. Her own increasing desire for this man decided her next words. "You know, he probably won't show up until tomorrow afternoon at the very earliest. We're probably wasting a few hours that could be better spent doing other things," she suggested. "After all, Jim would alert us if there's anything unusual going on."

"True enough. What would you suggest?" he asked, and she watched as his eyes raked over her from top to bottom. "I'm easy."

"Yes, I seem to remember that about you." She giggled as she walked toward him, trying to appear sexy, but her muscles were stiff and sore from disuse. Her cast, thankfully, replaced with an air boot for support, made getting around a lot less cumbersome. She stopped a couple feet in front of him, pulling her tank top up and over her head in one graceful move. His surprised gaze drank in the site of her, and his eyes darkened with desire. Satisfied, she turned her back and requested, "A little help here."

"Always my pleasure to help a damsel in distress." He quoted her earlier words as he unfastened the hook on her bra, freeing her breasts to fall into his greedy hands as she felt herself being pulled backward toward him.

"This probably isn't a wise move, Jemma Leigh."

Maybe not, but loving you is all I can think of now that we're truly alone.

Jemma Leigh felt the hardness of his shaft as it pulsed against her derrière. It had been so long since he'd held her like this. If things go wrong, I don't want to go to my grave without loving this kind and gentle man one more time. "I don't care whether it's wise or not. Love me, Teddy. Make love to me like you used to. Help me forget everything but you, if only for a little while."

"Ah, Jemma Love, what if he hopped a plane and rented a vehicle? We need to be alert. We can't do this, not here, not now, as much as it pains me to say so."

"Yes, we can. How can I be alert to the danger when all I can think of is you? Remembering how it felt to have you inside me, moving as one, has drove me crazy all summer. We're alone now. Just you and me. Don't let him destroy what we could be to each other," she said, turning into his embrace and taking the opportunity to run her hand up and down the ridge of his shaft. "It's been so long, Teddy. There's never been anyone but you for me." Standing awkwardly on tiptoe, she kept most of her weight on her good foot and kissed him, summoning all the passion she had stored up over the years.

Suddenly, he lifted her in his arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Setting her on her feet, he asked, "Are you sure about this? If I need to stop, it has to be now."
"Don't stop." She pushed her jeans down over her hips, baring herself to his view as she finally stepped out of them. She stood boldly before him in the near darkness, clad only in silky thong panties. "Make me yours, Teddy. Let me feel you inside me once again."


Unearthed by J.S. Marlo


Shaped by regrets. Bound by duty. Driven by secrets. 

Rowan's future is jeopardized by the regrets she harbors and the deadly secrets she unearths.


Obligated to give up the man she loves, Rowan O'Reilly takes over Buccaneer Bed & Breakfast. Though her heart is in shambles, she is drawn to Avery Stone, a mysterious guest who reminds her of Bjorn…and everything she lost.

Haunted by a fatal decision, Avery escapes his past in Buccaneer's attic, but he can't ignore the previous owner's peculiar death, the strange bones exhumed by the spirited Rowan…or the annoying doctor vying for her attention.

As visitors wreak havoc on Buccaneer, Rowan stumbles onto deadly family secrets and unknowingly unearths a murderer. Yet nothing, not even the threat of her predecessor's fate, can stop her from digging for the truth.


A cool breeze wafted through the open door of the garage. Alone with the bones that he and Jordan had spent the morning unearthing, Avery savored every drop of his latest Red Eye. The quiet solitude and the absence of guests suited his spirits. No one bothered him while he recreated his three little specimens. The dig had yielded two new skulls, confirming his belief he was dealing with two rabbits and a cat. 

"I ran into Terry Jordan as he was leaving." From the doorway, Rowan looked at him with a haggard expression. "He told me you completed your collection." Perspiration soaked her tank top, pasting the fabric to her chest, and mud caked the sides of her running shoes. The spirited woman wasn't self-conscious about her appearance. One more quality he admired about her, though he didn't like her ability to sneak up on him. Over the years, he'd relied on his sixth sense to warn him of some one's presence long before a noise betrayed the intruder, but for some obscure reason, Rowan shut down his inner alert system.

"Did you go running?"

"Made it to the marsh." In her hand, she held a glass half-filled with clear blue liquid. She took a mouthful. Droplets trickled down her chin, which she wiped against her collarbone. "Are you going to introduce me to the poor dead animals?"

He invited her to approach the table. "Meet Calvin, Cisco, and Rascal."

A bright smile accentuated the glow on her face. "Nice names." She scooped up Cisco's cranium and examined it from every angle. "I see markings on the frontal bone."

"Very observant." That she showed interest in the findings pleased him. "But you missed the ones at the back." He set aside his Red Eye to cup the skull. His fingers brushed her hand, and he relished the softness of her touch as he flipped the skull for a better view. "Here…and there." The tip of his index finger traced the shallow furrows.

"They don't resemble teeth marks."

"No teeth." The lines were too precise to be random animal bites. "A tool was used. Something like a pocketknife or—"

A spasm rocked Rowan's body. The skull and the glass slipped from her hands. He reached out for Cisco's remains but failed to catch the glass. It shattered on contact, spilling its contents on the cement floor.


Blessed Homecoming by Lorraine Nelson


The hometown girl and the handyman both carry emotional baggage. Are they destined to remain friends, or is there room in their hearts for more?


Wendy Danforth is preparing to be a single mom with her ex-husband in jail for spousal abuse. She returns to her hometown to renew her faith and heal. Caught off guard by the handyman in residence, attraction hits, swift and piercing, but she quells her unruly emotions. She's in no hurry to get involved in another relationship. Besides, at almost nine months pregnant, she's not exactly looking her best.

Jake Roberts, hired to renovate the Danforths' house, takes one look at his employer's daughter and wants to run far and fast. He hasn't possessed an ounce of faith or been around a pregnant woman in three long years, not since his wife and unborn son died in an auto accident.

They become friends, and when her ex-husband escapes custody, Jake steps up to protect Wendy and her unborn child. Will the danger and close proximity test their friendship? Or will it lead to more? Can Jake regain his lost faith, or will it elude him forever?


Jake sat on the step with his head in his hands, undecided whether to let her know he'd overheard or pretend ignorance. How could he ignore the pain she'd suffered? More surprisingly, he realized he wanted to be there for her, to prove that not every man was prone to acts of violence. Although, like her father, he had some thoughts on what he'd like to do to her ex if he ever had the chance.

She took the matter out of his hands when she sat a couple steps below him and, placing a hand on his knee, asked, "How much did you hear?"

His head jerked up, and he searched her eyes, expecting to see anger and disgust at his audacity, but there was none. "Pretty much all of it. I'm sorry, Wendy. I didn't intend to eavesdrop, but I didn't want to barge in on you either."

"Are you all right?"

"You're asking me? After all you've suffered, I should be asking you that question."

"My suffering ended the day he was found guilty. All that's left now is the sentencing in two weeks' time, and I don't need to be there for that."

"But you're expecting his child. How is that not suffering, considering what he put you through?"
"Every life is a gift from God. I don't always understand His methods, but at least I have one good thing resulting from a failed marriage."

"Did you love him that much?"

"At first, yes, very much. He was the man I'd always dreamed about, kind, caring, and it didn't hurt that he was gorgeous to boot." She smiled at the memory, and Jake felt a distinct twinge in his gut. Jealousy? No! Couldn't be.

"Love died a slow death when the abuse started. He always made me feel like it was my fault until the day I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and didn't go back. I realized, then, my dreams of a happily ever after were never going to happen."

"What did you do? Where did you go?"

"A social worker at the hospital made a couple of calls and arranged a bed in a shelter for abused women. My arm being broken meant I couldn't work for a couple weeks, but when I returned, I found out from my boss, Emma, that he'd been haunting the place, waiting for me to show up. She'd had to call the police on a couple of occasions.

"She became my best friend. Emma encouraged me to lay charges and file a restraining order against him, which I did. I also filed for divorce. He didn't show up in court, didn't contest it, so the judge granted the petition based on the abuse."

"I would think so." He huffed in agreement.

"I saw Clyde around from time to time after that, and he never made any effort to approach me, for which I was thankful. But the night before the divorce became final, he showed up after I got home from work. The rest, as they say, is history."

"Can you really put it all behind you that easily?"

"Believe me, Jake, it hasn't been easy. Easy started yesterday when Mama met me at the bus stop with her arms wide open. Until then, I'd hoped, but wasn't at all certain of my welcome, circumstances being what they are."

He placed a hand over hers where it still rested on his knee. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here. You are one remarkably strong lady, and I'm honored to be your friend."

She felt the heat of a blush enter her cheeks at his soft-spoken words. "My faith is what's strong. I had to believe the Lord has a purpose for me in this life."


Breathless Press Releases

Contemporary and Sweet Romance

About Breathless Press:

Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

Our Goal?

Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of down loadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.


Don't forget to leave a comment or question below so that you can be entered for the giveaway.  Again you can follow the Breathless Press VBT here.  I don't know about the rest of you, but I know I definitely want to read some of these books and can't wait to go shopping. 

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Waiting on Wednesday - The Devil Wants A China Doll by Azure Boone

"Waiting on" Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine which highlights upcoming release we are eagerly anticipating.

This week's pre-publication "can't-wait-to-read" selection is The Devil Wants A China Doll by Azure Boone.

Expected Release Date: August 7, 2012 from Loose Id.

Rone Kreed wants Sheeku in every way imaginable. Which is kind of impossible when possessed with a demon who devours souls with a kiss and spreads eternal damnation through his seed. But Sheeku has a power that protects her from the demon's sadistic intoxicant, tempting Rone to play ever closer to the fires of her innocent, yet demanding desires. When he learns that protecting her from her sadistic mafia family will require his hand in marriage, exorcism becomes imperative. Because he's one sweet beg away from surrendering to the woman he's fallen in love with, and giving the demon her angelic soul.

Why I'm waiting for this book:  I love the cover and the idea of an oriental inspired paranormal.  I would have loved to find a blurb for it but since the release date is really only two weeks away...I can wait.

What's your "waiting on" pick this week?

Want to play along? Just post your WoW entry on your blog and leave your link at Breaking the Spine and below.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Book Beginnings and Friday 56 - Bound (A Fairy Story) by Sophie Oak

Book Beginnings is a weekly meme hosted by Gilion at Rose City Reader. To play along, please do the following:
  • Share the first line (or two or three ) of the book you are currently reading on your blog or in the comments. 
  • Make sure to share the name of the book and the author so we know what you're reading. 
  • Feel free to share your first impressions with us based on the first line. 
  • Link your post at Rose City Reader, or if you don't have a blog, leave it in the comments below.

My choice this week for Book Beginnings is from Bound (A Fairy Story) by Sophie Oak:

Once upon a time, in a land closer than you would think…

The light made her eyes burn, so she was happy for the enormous shadow that suddenly blocked the sun. As her vision adjusted, she realized that the shadow had the most piercing eyes she’d ever seen. Meg Starke shrank back in fear. Well, she shrank back as far as the chains binding her would allow.

My thoughts:  Interesting beginning, makes me curious as to where Meg is and why she's bound by chains.

The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted by Freda at Freda's Voice. To play along:

  • Grab the book closest to you, any book will do.
  • Turn to page 56.
  • Choose the fifth (5th) sentence, or a few more (just don't spoil it too much).
  • Post it on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, post it in the comments below.
  • Link your post to Freda's Voice.

My Friday 56 is also from Bound (A Fairy Story) by Sophie Oak:

It felt so good. Beck’s pleasure coated her in need.

My thoughts: Things are definitely getting hot between Meg and Beck:)

About Bound(A Fairy Tale) by Sophie Oak:

Megan Starke has never been special to anyone. With an unrewarding job and a failed marriage, no one would confuse her life with a fairy tale. So when she is kidnapped and taken to a magical world to be the grand prize in a fierce and bloody tournament, she isn’t sure if she is in a dream or a nightmare.

Beckett Finn was supposed to be Prince Charming. He and his brother, Cian, were to inherit the throne of the Seelie Fae and rule over a fantasy kingdom. But the thrust of a traitor’s blade stole that future. Now the brothers are fading, cursed by their royal blood unless they find a mate who can restore them. When Beck sees Meg, her body calls to him and he knows she is the key to their salvation.

Bound by passion and fate, it’s time for Meg to find her happily ever after.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

So what are you Friday Book Beginnings and Friday 56? Please play along and if you decide to follow my blog, let me know in the comments and I'll return the favor.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Waiting on Wednesday - One Night Rodeo by Lorelei James

"Waiting on" Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine which highlights upcoming release we are eagerly anticipating.

This week's pre-publication "can't-wait-to-read" selection is One Night Rodeo by Lorelei James.

Author: Lorelei James
Expected Release Date: August 7, 2012

About One Night Rodeo:

All it takes is one night to change a cowboy’s life…

Barrel racer Celia Lawson knows better than to tangle with bull rider Kyle Gilchrist. The sexy cowboy’s love ‘em and leave ‘em ways have earned him a reputation on the rodeo circuit, and he’s always seen her as his best friend’s kid sister. But after one wild, tequila-fueled night, Celia wakes up to find out she’s gotten herself hitched—to a man she never should have married!

When Celia insists on an annulment, Kyle has no good reason to say no—except he isn’t ready to let go of his new bride. But then Kyle inherits a sprawling Wyoming ranch, and seizes the opportunity to enlist Celia’s help. She agrees to lend a hand—with two conditions: He has to get up to speed as a rancher within six months; then they’ll get a divorce. And their marriage will be in name only.

Kyle gives in to Celia’s demand, yet he's ready to prove to her he has what it takes to turn their one night rodeo into a lifetime of love….

Why I'm Waiting on this release:

Smoking hot cover? Check
Lorelei James smexy loves scenes? Check
Hot Cowboys?  Check

That pretty much sums it up.  Add in the fact Ms. James writing it always fun and usually features family - you've got my attention.

What's your "waiting on" pick this week?

Want to play along? Just post your WoW entry on your blog and leave your link at Breaking the Spine and below.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

VBT - Blind Heat by Nara Malone

Please join me in welcoming Nara Malone as she tours the blogsphere on her Virtual Book Tour for Blind Heat, the second book in her Pantherian Passions series.   Please be sure to leave a comment or question below for Nara, as she will be awarding a digital copy of The Tiger's Tale, first book in the Pantherian Passions series, and a $10 Ellora's Cave GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a GC to purchase a video game targeted for female gamers written by Nara Malone with Orchid Games, Spirit Walkers: Curse of the Cypress Witch to a second randomly drawn commenter.  You can follow her tour here.  


Me:  You write both paranormal and contemporary romance with heat.  Of the two genres you write in is there one that is easier to write than the other?

Nara:  I could say paranormal is more difficult because of the worldbuilding factor. And while that includes the things authors usually do for worldbuilding, I take it a step further and build virtual models of my worlds. When I’m writing a shifter story, I do research into the dominant animal species in the story. For The Tiger’s Tale that involved hours of watching tiger video and snow leopards for Blind Heat.

But the contemporary romances present their own challenges. My contemporary romances are set in communities many people have no experience with. To make those worlds real for the reader, I have to have a sense of the place and the characters I’m writing about. That means that even for contemporary stories, I do the virtual worldbuilding and spend time walking around there in a character’s skin.

Me:  How much and what kind of research have you done for your BDSM books?

Nara:  For The Dungeon Gourmet, a story about a kinky French chef who likes to blog about sensual cooking and BDSM, I spent time hanging out in the internet dungeons. I practiced and learned about sex blogging in the small, friendly community at MyDungeonSpace.com.

For Snatch Me, I spent time in the BDSM capture role-play communities. I can’t just read a book on a subject and understand the thinking and motivations that drive characters. Having a hunter avatar on my trail when I stumbled into a trap, taught me how real those hunts can feel. It helped me understand the curious mix of excitement and dread that goes along with knowing you’re two seconds away from being powerless and at the mercy of the man tracking you.

Me:  Your books appear to all have been published through Ellora's Cave.  Can you tell us what your experience has been publishing through them?  What attracted you to them as a publisher?

I came to Ellora’s Cave because Raelene Gorlinski, publisher at Ellora’s Cave, saw the first page of The Tiger’s Tale and gave me her email address with an invitation to submit a partial. She followed that with a request for the full.

I was madly tweaking the last part of the story when I got a phone call from Raelene, checking to see if I’d sent the story. She said, “Nara, I need to know what happens next.”

That call decided me. As busy as she was, she took time to read my story, and then she called me to be sure I had her email requesting the rest. I think the best publisher for me is the publisher genuinely interested in my stories.

I’ve been thoroughly satisfied with the decision to publish with Ellora’s Cave. Raelene handed me off to an excellent editor, Grace Bradley. Every aspect of the process has been professional--timely reading of submissions, creative freedom, lovely cover art, quick turnaround in the publishing process.

Me:  Besides publishing novels, you are also a poet.  Would you be willing to provide us with a small sample of your poetry?

Nara:  The poem below is about my face blindness (a disability I explore in Blind Heat) and how memories of someone special for me, are more about the sound of their voice than what they look like.

Gazing into the past,
memories blur and ripple.
I can't give you a face,
but your voice comes back
to me in surround sound.

You loved to play me like
that, tonguing the notes,
hammering staccato
and alluring caress,
scaling between codas.

Even with eyes open,
dim reflections disrupted,
harmonic vibes replay.
You're still hitting all
those right notes, baby--
playing  from the inside out.

I can't escape your touch,
that lazy baritone ,
sliding under my skin
like a needle hung up
on grooves cut deep in
an old vinyl record.

Me:  In your bio, you live on a farm and appear to be quite an outdoor enthusiast.  Can you tell us about your most "adventurous" kayaking experience?  

Nara:  There’s nothing like getting your kayak on a river on a hot summer day. I live in Virginia and I’m in an area that provides a variety of settings for kayaking. I try to choose adventures that I can later feed into a story. A trip with women friends into the Dismal Swamp yielded Spirit Walkers: Curse of the Cypress Witch, a video game loosely based on the setting.

But my wildest water adventure was a trip down the Rappahannock, the longest free-flowing river  on the US east coast. It runs from Chester Gap in the Blue Ridge Mountains out to the Chesapeake Bay.  There is a greenbelt maintained along both sides of the river and it spills out of the wild woodland of the mountain counties-- a sparsely populated region where it’s rumored mountain lions have made a comeback and even a tribe of Blue Ridge Sasquatches might exist-- through to the city of Fredericksburg,

I hit the water thinking I’d take lots of pictures, get a feel for the setting, and maybe use it in a  shifter story.  I was so busy staying alive there was no time for research.

I wish I had seen the slide show and video at this website before I did the trip. http://www.potomackayaking.com/gallery/2011-gallery/05-22-11/

Man, what a tough river. Eight hours later, I crawled up on shore dragging my boat behind me. I was too tired to breathe. There had been several points in the run where I knew, had the water been higher, I wouldn’t have made it out.

But despite that, one moment made the entire trip worthwhile. I was two-thirds of the way to the planned take-out point and floating in a tiny patch of calm water, gathering my energy for the next set of rapids. I looked up just as a huge bald eagle came gliding upriver. He had a wingspan that looked as if it could reach from shore to shore. Majestic.

And while I don’t think I’ll be tackling the Rappahannock again, I’m glad I did it once. 

Me:  Have you ever considered writing in a different genre?  

Nara:  I’ve thought about it. While I could write something other than erotic romance, I can’t imagine not writing a romance, or at least a story with romantic elements.

While purists would not call game writing, a writing genre, there’s a real lack of adventure games written for and especially by women. I hope to do more of that.

Me:  About how long does it take you to write a novel?  Do you write with music in the background or do you require complete silence?

Nara:  Depending on the length, and how much a story changes on me as I am writing, it can take anywhere from a month to nine months. Often I work on a story a couple of months and then let it simmer on a mental back-burner a few more months before picking it up again.

I do like to write with music in the background, usually something without words, and with nature sounds incorporated into the composition. Lately I’ve been listening to instrumentals with binaural beats in the background. I find it helps me stay focused.

Me:  Can you tell us a little bit about what you're currently working on?

Nara:  I’m in the final revisions of a story called Make Me Wet, a shifter story about a Selkie. It’s my first contribution to a new multi-author series from Ellora’s Cave called, Passion’s Portal. My element is water and I’ll be writing stories about shape shifting water beings.

I’m also wrapping up a story about Hawaiian Cowboys. I spent a month living off grid in a rural part of the big island of Hawaii when I researched that. It really opened my eyes to how hard life can be in a place we all think of as paradise.

Me:  If aliens invaded Earth tomorrow, what would you tell them is the best thing about our planet?

Nara:  Our environment is this planet’s treasure. When I hike through the Blue Ridge, kayak a river or lake, watch  lava spill from mountain to sea, I am in awe of the beauty and treasure all around us. It’s something we need to cherish and protect.

Me:  If you had to describe yourself as a pair of shoes - what would you be?

Nara:   Running shoes. I’m always running too or from something J

5 Quickie Questions:

Me:  Coffee or tea?

Nara:  Both, coffee in the mornings, and herbal tea in the afternoon and evening.

Me:  Vanilla or Chocolate

Nara:  Chocolate makes everything better.

Me:  Favorite Author?

Nara:   Love Nevada Barr’s Anna Pigeon series.

Me:  Favorite Movie?

Nara:  Groundhog Day

Me:  Favorite snack while writing

Nara:  Chocolate  J


Blind Heat
by Nara Malone


Allie is determined to build an ordinary life. To survive, she needs to be the sort of woman no one notices. She has a generic job, lives in a generic apartment, and thinks maybe one day she’ll find an ordinary Joe who wants an average Jane sort of woman.

Marcus is anything but an ordinary Joe. Even if humans don’t know he’s a shifter and millennial being, he’s the sort of man women notice. A night of passion spent with Marcus is a night any female, human or Pantherian, won’t forget.

But Allie does forget. She repeatedly fails to recognize him even after an intense sexual encounter. Marcus discovers the source of her problem—face blindness, a genetic disorder with no cure. And he decides to use erotic rituals to teach her to see with more than her eyes. What he doesn’t count on is Allie seeing past the man—and recognizing the beast within.



The greatest threats from a man were injury or death. She’d known how to read those kinds of threats in a man before she was old enough to read a book. She could see no intent to harm. No evil. He looked at her as if he’d discovered something precious. A warmth seemed to reach from his eyes into her soul, drawing her closer. She made her choice.

The red cloth shimmered with an aura of passion, dared her to press her body to it. The thought sent her blood zinging through her veins. There was something there, something irresistible. His eyes spoke promises she could feel. Her feet wouldn’t let her turn away, but took the risk. Took one step. Then the next. Her lips burned with a need to glide over his jawline, explore planes and angles with kisses and nips. Her heart hammered so loud he had to hear it even over the rain.

True to his word, he didn’t move an inch until she was right there in front of him, reaching to press her hands to the shirt, feel its heat, prove he was real. Her palms sighed with pleasure, like the fabric was a meal to be savored. His strong fingers closed around her wrist then, not painfully but with the finality of a manacle, reminding her that he’d said he wouldn’t let her go until he had what he wanted.

“Good girl,” he whispered, soothing away the little trill of fear that rose with his touch, stroking her face with the backs of his fingers. Her body sang like chimes in the wind, notes shivering down her spine.

“I won’t stop at a kiss,” he said. “But you can start with one. Make it sweet.”

She rose obediently to her toes, finding his lips, feeling them firm, parting under hers. He ordered and demanded with such a low, seductive tone. If he’d told her to go rob the jewelry store, in just the same way, it would have seemed a good idea.

He shifted, turning quickly so she was between him and the tree, cutting off any chance to change her mind and run. He held her face between his hands, and her own hands felt small and fragile against the breadth of his. He kissed his desire into her. Her mind grappled to reassert caution, but her thoughts slipped away, formless as water spilling through fingers. He didn’t stop kissing until she stopped thinking, until the rigidity in her muscles softened, until she kissed him back.

He tasted like spring rain.

His hands were warm through her soggy shirt, his fingers curved under her chilled breasts, his thumbs stroking over the tops. Thumbs and fingers came together, squeezing until she squirmed. His lips and tongue moved over her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone, a warm, sensual touch that made her whimper. He split the worn cotton with a sharp twist. The ripping sound jolted her. Her shirt split down the center, parting to offer her breasts. A wave of fear welled in her belly. of desire trickled between her thighs. She glanced down the puddled path. He pressed her tighter against the tree.

“You had your chance,” he whispered. “It’s the last I’m willing to give you for a while.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Like the heroine, Allie, in Blind Heat, Nara is face blind and lived with the condition not knowing there was a medical explanation for her inability to remember faces.  It’s a rare and only recently publicized condition.  She hopes Blind Heat will help get the word out about face blindness.

Nara lives on a small farm in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. When she's not writing, she loves to run, hike, bike, and kayak. Every story she tells incorporates her love of animals, nature, and adventure.

www.NaraMalone.com – author blog
www.Therianverse.com--blog containing interactive content for her books from two series that include therian shapeshifters –Patherian Passions, and Passions Portal.
www.PassionsPortal.com-- interactive website for Shadowling Manor , the setting for the multi-author paranormal series.

Nara_malone on Twitter
Nara.malone on Facebook

The interactive world Nara built for Blind Heat is here--http://therianverse.com/naras-worlds/


I want to thank Nara for answering my questions and visiting with us at Queen of the Night Reviews. Don't forget to leave her a comment or question below as she will be awarding a digital copy of The Tiger's Tale, first book in the Pantherian Passions series, and a $10 Ellora's Cave GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a GC to purchase a video game targeted for female gamers written by Nara Malone with Orchid Games, Spirit Walkers: Curse of the Cypress Witch to a second randomly drawn commenter. You can follow her tour here.