Deeply Hidden Desires

Tara has a problem – a very big problem. You wouldn’t think so to look at her. She is gorgeous – from her lean, well-formed legs to the bronze shimmer of her complexion. But what made most men stop to stare were those thick, full rose-colored lips. Yet Tara has a problem. She is madly in love with Kendrick – who takes days to return her calls, who pays her less and less attention. Even the sex is becoming routine. She’s just gotten her first job as a registered nurse, but her boss Dr. Conrad is incredibly sexy, and clearly interested in Tara.
And then there’s Makala. Dr. Conrad’s secretary is attractive, aggressive, and in love with Dr. Conrad. And, naturally, she hates Tara. And Makala is in a very good position to sabotage Tara’s work.
Should Tara try to work it out with Kendrick? And surely it’s best not to get on Makala’s bad side. But Dr. Conrad’s skin is as black as a starless night and as smooth as a baby’s behind. And the smoldering glances he sends Tara’s way, well, she just starts to melt. . .
Patricia Richardson – author of “A Place for Ida” and “A Time for Jonathan” – is taking a whole new direction in her first foray into erotic literature. “Deeply Hidden Desires” will hold you spellbound as you travel with Tara through heartbreak, forbidden desires, and the ecstasy of true love. Don’t miss this latest offering from one of our most exciting authors!

Harmonica Joe's Reluctant Bride

HARMONICA JOE (WIP):

Lola tried to squirm away from the brute but her movements only seemed to tantalize him even more. Before she could fully absorb what happened, the burley man was swept off his feet by a booted foot belonging to no other than Harmonica Joe.
A loud “oof” escaped the big man as he hit the dirty floor. He pulled Lola on top of him as he went down.
Joe drew out his gun and, for a moment, Lola thought he was going to shoot the man. Instead, Joe flipped the gun over impressively in his hand with a fancy twirl and slammed the butt of it into the man’s hand holding Lola’s hair forcing him to let her go. With Joe’s free hand, he grabbed hold of Lola’s upper arm, dragged her off the man and pulled her to his side. He slid the gun back into the well-worn leather holster that rode on his slim hip.
“You ever touch my wife again, I’ll make you a cripple in more ways than one, Clarence.” He shoved Lola toward the door and then out onto the wooden sidewalk. He stopped suddenly and let her go. Peering down into her eyes, his own an intense indigo, his expression turned stern. “Well, Lola, are you through playing games? I don’t have time for your shenanigans so make up your mind. Either you can come on home with me where I can protect you or you can go on your way and take your chances.”
What had she gotten into? The choices did not seem that good. “What’s to say you won’t just use and abuse me the way that terrible man in there would have?”
Joe laughed without mirth. “I’d sooner roll down a mountain side in a bale of barbed wire than try to get betwixt your legs, lady.”
Not exactly appreciating his assurance but feeling a bit safer with him than with the fleshy man in the saloon, Lola relented. “Fine, I’ll go with you until I can figure out what to do about my situation.”
He took long strides to the black Morgan horse waiting patiently for him then leaned over the saddle extending an arm to Lola. “Well, come on then.”
She clasped his hand and he pulled her up onto the back of his horse where she was forced to cling to his waist or bounce off the backend of the horse. “Damn you, any way.” It was all she could think to say to maintain her dignity.
“This isn’t exactly how I planned on starting out our married life.” Before she could respond to his sarcastic words, he chuckled. “Ma warned me about hell cat women like you. She was sure that’s the way I was headed though and, sure enough, here I am.” He turned his attention to the sleek, black horse. “C’mon, Black Jack, let’s get on home.”
“What a prophet your mother turned out to be,” Lola responded sardonically.
As Joe guided the horse down the street and out of town, he reached down and took hold of her bare foot. “There’s two things you’re going to need right off, a pair of shoes and your own horse.”
As Lola bumped along on the rear end of Joe’s horse, she wondered who the other Lola was. Nobody seemed to like her much. Was she a tainted woman? A thief? How would she ever prove who she really was? Would anyone believe her? It took sheer will to stop the chaotic thinking in her head. She had to concentrate on what was happening right now and figure out a way to get back home.

I am one of the featured authors at Amira Press next week. Check it out at http://www.amirapresssays.com/ Have a wonder week. All good things to your corner of the universe.
Sarah McNeal
Author of THE VIOLIN, THE DARK ISE and LAKE OF SORROWS
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My latest from Severn House

The Lie/Linda Sole/Severn House, published in October in hardback. This is the first in a new trilogy called The Family Feud series. It is set during the second world war and begins in a small Cambridgeshire village. This time it is a fictious village but set not far from the Cathedral town of Ely. it is a saga series, whereas the last one I did as Linda Sole was crime so I am waiting eagerly to see what happens.

This week I received the audio copy of Love Is Not Enough/Anne Herries/Severn House. I haven't got a picture of that yet, because it isn't on sale until next month and amazon doesn't seem to have it up yet. So I am posting a pic of The Lie

Dragon's Heart Book Video!

Here's is the book video I made up for Dragon's Heart, releasing soon at New Concepts Publishing! I made it myself on iMovie! I was actually quite proud that I figured out how to make the video since I didn't even know how to use iMovie at this point in time last week!
Enjoy!

~Marly

Awakening accepted!

I just keep having more and more good news on here, don't I?

My good news for today is that I just got an email reply from my editor, informing me that I should please consider printing out the contract enclosed and send it back to the publisher for my follow up novel to Unity.

Where Unity tells the story of Darcy's first awareness of the world of Faerie, and her struggle to find balance between it and her real life, Awakening follows her story as she leaves Kinvara and tries to make a life for herself in Killarney. Little does she know that the world of Faerie will follow her down into that town, and Faerie itself will not remain so removed from her world as it used to be.

The story is set in Ireland and shares the mystical history that the land is rich with. I'm very excited to be told that this story has a tenuous release date of March, 2009. So keep a look out for it!

And Unity is still currently available at http://allromanceebooks.com/product-temperanceunity-9894-140.html


Nikki Watson.
http://nikkiwatson.blogspot.com/

Book Signing Madness and Happy Days

This Saturday past Adra Steia and I had a signing in Daytona Beach. It was a blast, though I confess the best part was after the signing, when we strolled the mall, then went to the beachfront and had a fantastic dinner at Bubba Gumps, right on the ocean. Adra is a camaholic, and documented the occassion fully. Check out everything from our books, to our hot waiter, to our dinners, to a random jellyfish here.

Today is a happy day on an unrelated note. One of my favorite new authors, Elizabeth Amber, has released the third book in her Lords of Satyr series, Lyon. Lyon's been my favorite character throughout the series, and I am thrilled to finally have his book in my hot little hands. If you're looking for something new and unique, I highly recommend Elizabeth's writing - historical, paranormal, hot as hell, it's an all around win!

FEAR OF FLYING

I am afraid of flying but I haven't always felt that way. Back in my twenties, when I didn't believe anything could kill me, I flew from Omaha to Chicago and Charlotte as often as I could. It also never occurred to me that the plane could go up in a ball of fire or blow out a big hole from an oxygen tank (I didn't even know they carried oxygen tanks) and drop from the sky like an anvil.
Back in those days, flying was also very special. You dressed up in your Sunday clothes and attempted to act like you used the manners your mother taught you. Of course, the experience of flying was different in those days. The seats were wide and comfortable. You got hot meals followed by snacks. The flight attendants spoke to you. Now it's hip to hip and elbow to elbow with maybe an inch of squiggle room. One false move and you can put your neighbor's kidney out with an elbow. You got hot meals followed by snacks. As for food now, well, be grateful if you get a tiny bag of pretzels and a soda.
There were no movies back in the 60's to take your mind off the monotony or terror depending on which way your mind tended to go. Of course there were no personal computers, CDs, DVDs, video recorders, cell phones or digital cameras either. Reading the safety rules passed for on board entertainment in the dark ages of my youth. I understand that airlines are considering to ending on board movies now. Take one step backward in the game of flying in the twenty-first century.
No one stood in security lines emptying their purses and pockets, explaining why the shampoo in in your carry-on or having the evil eye of security look at you accusatory if you had a nail file. God forbid.
These days I've become fearful of getting into the humongous chunks of metal that lift into the thin air. What keeps them up there any way?
Now that I am older, I treasure every moment I get to be alive. In spite of my fears, I fly any way white knuckling my precarious ride to my destination. I guess it beats walking the two thousand miles to Los Vegas. If I want to experience excitement and adventure, visit old friends and loved ones, I have to endure the security checks and death-defying ride in those metal birds. It's good they still serve alcohol on board. Or, at least they were still doing it yesterday. You never know. Things can change fast in the world we live in.
Happy flying!!
Sarah McNeal Author of The Violin, The Dark Isle and Lake of Sorrows.
www.sarahmcneal.com