Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Author Spotlight on Aubrey Wynne
Excerpt:
“The museum will be closing in five minutes. Please make your way to the nearest exit.”
Henry tore his gaze from the painting, and looked around at the weekend crowd hurrying by. No one noticed him. He always blended into the background. Henry the Trifling—that would have been the title of his self-portrait. A soft sigh escaped as he pulled his gray coat over the frayed cuffs of a cotton shirt. There were extraordinary people and there were ordinary people. Henry considered himself less than ordinary. He was insignificant.
“You’ll never amount to nothin’. Just like your worthless father.”
He shrugged off the memory of his mother’s nagging image and looked toward the last group of art enthusiasts headed in his direction.
This was his favorite part of the day. In a crush of people, everyone was equal. No one stood out in the sea of indistinguishable faces. There was no pressure to make witty or charming conversation. Henry liked people but had never been good at interaction. The anonymity of a crowd gave the illusion of belonging. For a man as painfully shy as Henry, it was the only way to mingle in a city like
Casting a last wistful look at the lady in the painting, Henry took a deep breath and eased into the middle of the exiting crowd.
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Sunday, September 28, 2014
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Eye of the Storm, Promise Me Book #10, has released!
Blurb: Sar and Theo move on from Sar’s affair with Lash, struggling to build a new life with their werecougar son Devon. Rebuffed, Lash resumes his solitary existence, biding his time. Ulysses lurks in the shadows launching repeated attacks on his enemy Devlin, whose darker side emerges rampant in an effort to protect those he loves. The vampire Danial prepares his dhamphir son Theoron for manhood, even as Ulysses delivers a last crippling blow to Devlin in his relentless quest for revenge.
Excerpt:
Lash stepped closer to me, his arms going around me.
“Don’t, please,” I said softly, my weak words so rife with need that I flushed.
“I’m not going to do anything but hug you,” Lash hissed in my ear. “I need to breathe in the scent of you to calm myself. I’m worried about tonight, about letting you go to that damn Hallows party with only Theo to protect you.”
I inhaled his familiar scent, closing my eyes. There came the gentle touch of his hand on the back of my head, gently pushing it against his shoulder as he stroked my hair.
“But there’s no way I can go with you, Danial would shit a brick.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said confidently, trying to step back. “Rip will be there—”
“Fucking demons can’t be trusted!” Lash hissed angrily. “Rip is not a fighter; he’s a sorcerer, like Titus. He’s not fast at all! You’re mortal, Sar! All it would take to kill you is one well-placed bullet!”
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I reiterated. “Devlin will be with me, Lash.”
“That’s the only reason I’m not crashing the party,” Lash hissed meaningfully. “I know he’ll stay close to you at all times, and he’ll keep you safe. Plus I have to watch Venus and Devon while you’re all out in your finest.”
I looked up into his flat eyes, their coldness giving nothing away. “Change back for me.”
Lash’s eyes reverted to their dark black-brown color in a split second, his fangs disappearing. “Why did you ask me to change back?” he said, tilting his head with a faint smile. “Are you remembering that night we—?”
Desire rose in me, mingled with sadness and longing. “I like to see your eyes. I like to look into them. I can see what you’re feeling in your human eyes the way I can’t in your snake ones.”
Lash’s dark brown eyes darkened, his expression changing from curiosity to abject craving. “Tell me I can kiss you,” he said sensuously, taking my face in his hands. “Just one kiss, Sar—”
I looked down at his lips inches away from mine, and ached to taste him, to feel his body against mine as he devoured me…
Stop. Right. Now.
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Monday, July 14, 2014
Undone by His Desire by Dilys J. Carnie Spotlight
Bio:
My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey
on the west coast of North Wales with my family. I am extremely close to all my
family members and enjoy spending time with them. I am the proud mother of two
grown up *children* My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher and my son
Christopher is part of the family business. Anglesey has been my home since the
age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from
Scotland.
Blurb:
A lone woman…a mysterious stranger…and a secret.
When Daisy Wallace meets Micah, a man of mystery, she
is bowled over by an instant attraction. A passionate encounter follows, but
he's holding back and Daisy doesn't understand why.
Micah King has
been retained by a client to locate the triplet daughters that she gave up for
adoption, and he's pretty sure Daisy is the youngest of the girls. He wants to
tell Daisy the truth, but before he can he needs to verify that she is indeed
the woman he's looking for. He never meant to get involved with her, but she's
just so tempting.
When Daisy finds out the truth will she be
able to forgive Micah's lie by omission? After all, he's deceived her from the
first moment she laid eyes on him, and she's had her fill of deceitful men. And
can she forgive the woman who gave her up thirty years ago?
Content Warning:
contains adult language and explicit sex
Excerpt:
"I like it here…with you…in the kitchen." His words were enunciated slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, pressing her back into the hardness…it was no good, she couldn't go back any further.
"Uh-huh." Daisy cleared her throat, trying to eradicate the huskiness present every time she'd spoken to him that morning.
Micah's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, Daisy?"
"Nothing." She licked her lips.
"Yes, there is. Are you regretting last night?"
She swallowed, but her throat was bone dry. "Last night." She sucked in a breath as he stood in front of her and his hands landed on either side of her with a thud, coming to rest on the countertop.
"Have you got a boyfriend?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Keep it that way."
"Pardon me."
"Don't go looking for one…we have unfinished business."
She lifted her hands and pushed at his hard chest, which of course was a complete waste of time. "Now look here, you can't tell me what to do."
"Yes, I can." He kissed her hard, short, and succinct, and the power behind it made her knees tremble.
"No, you can't. If I want to go out and find a man, I will." She spoke defiantly with her chin held high, but it was lost in the fact that her chin only came up to his chest, and she had to strain further to look him in the eye. Her fingers tingled at the heat emanating from him. The smooth cotton of his shirt was soft to the touch, and his heartbeat was strong as the beat echoed against her fingertips.
"I don't think so."
"Excuse me." She pulled her head back and looked at him.
"Don't start thinking that you can bed someone else."
Her cheeks heated as she tried to push him away. "What the hell? You can't tell me who I can go to bed with…you hardly know me, and you most certainly don't have the right."
"After last night…you do want me, and if I hadn't stopped we would have been in that bed together. I would've made you forget whatever it is that has made you lose your confidence. You're one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I've ever met, and when I do what I have to…I'm going to show you exactly how much I really want you."
"That's just arrogant."
His smile was slow and sexy, and she was pretty sure that had he not been holding her up she would've glided to the floor in a stream of unbridled lust. His hardness was pressed against her stomach.
"Arrogant?" He shook his head. "No, that's not justifying the way I feel, but I'm confident you feel the same way."
"You think so, huh?" When she'd offered him a bed last night he'd refused.
He kissed her again, a little slower this time. Their kisses were hotter than a sauna on a cold day. She could hear the baby in the background, but it was as if she was a distant voice.
He parted from her just enough to speak and she watched his lips move. They were sexy, and she had to push herself to listen to what he was saying.
"I have to fly out today. I have a meeting tomorrow I need to be at, but when Amy goes down for her nap, we need to talk. I need to tell you why I'm here."
She frowned as his words penetrated her sex-befuddled mind. "What do you mean why you're here? I thought it was something to do with a golf course?"
"Actually…that was a lie."
"I knew there was something not quite right about that. If a golf course was going to be built I would've known. Jeez, you can't sneeze on this island without everybody knowing before you've even finished." She narrowed her eyes. Something was definitely going on. She pushed him away, catching him off balance.
* * * *
The look of worry that crossed her features made Micah want to kick himself. He hadn't meant to say anything, but damn it all to hell, he didn't seem to have much control over anything when she was around, including speech. He was trained to take all kinds of torture and not say a word, and now he only had to look at her and he was like some dribbling teenager.
"Daisy, I'm–" Before he could get his words out the frantic tone of her voice stopped him.
"You're from them, aren't you?" She leaned over, lifted Amy up from her chair and wrapped her arms around the baby. "You can just go back and tell whoever it is you work for that I don't have it…zilch…zitto, and even if I did, you wouldn't get a dime from me."
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