ALL THINGS GIRL: My Sunshine Award from @SiobhanMuir

I’m celebrating a new week with this pretty Sunshine Award given to me by wonderful author and friend, Siobhan Muir. Thanks, lady!

If you don’t know Siobhan, you’re in for a real treat. Check out her blog, The Weird, the Wild & the Wicked. She’s also the owner of my Thursday flash fiction obsession, #ThursThreads. Siobhan and I are starting something new Friday fun on Facebook, so be sure to check Facebook on the 24th! Friend us to join in. (Siobhan on Facebook / Sandra on Facebook).

The rules are simple. Answer a few questions and make your own nominations.

Favorite Color: Red. It’s the color of warmth, love and passion

Favorite Animal: Pandas

Favorite Number: 11. It’s my birthday and it’s never let me down at the roulette table.

Favorite Non-alcoholic Drink: Starbucks non fat latte

Facebook or Twitter: Oh, that’s a tough one. I really like them both. I’ll go with FB, it’s more engaging.

Your Passion: Story telling, of course!

Giving or getting presents: Giving.

Favorite Day: Another hard one. Holidays stress me out so I don’t have a particular favorite day of the year. I’d say my favorite day is one with very little structure where I can just hang out with the people I love, preferably at a really posh resort, with a spa, and a hunky masseuse named Thor…I’m getting carried away, aren’t I?

Favorite Flowers: Definitely dahlias. I buy a new bouquet at the Farmers Market every Saturday during the summer.

Now…onto my victims, um, noms…

Each one of these awesome women are amazing writers, authors, bloggers as well as incredible supporters of romance. Be sure to follow them and check out their newest work. You’ll be happy you did! I’m nominating the following rocking authors for the Sunshine Award:

Claire GillianDC StoneMorgan KingR. BrennanStephanie BergetAnastasia Vitsky Robin BadilloPaloma BeckSophie SansregretAlta Hensley / Evie Knight

If you want to join in the fun, and continue the process, the rules are to:

(1) Thank the person who gave you the award in your blog post.

(2) Complete the Q&A below in your blog post.

(3) Pass on the award to 10-12 deserving and inspiring bloggers, inform them and link to their blogs.

 

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HOT NEW RELEASE: The Wolf on the Hill by @JorjaLovett

Happy Weekend! I’m thrilled to spotlight the lovely Jorja Lovett with her new release, The Wolf on the Hill. What great timing because it’s only $0.99 on AllRomance eBooks today! Take it away, Jorja!

Thanks for having me here to share my new release with Total-E-Bound. The Wolf on the Hill is the first book in my series about wolf shifters – The Wild Irish Wolves.

Blurb

Book one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father’s house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.

Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.

He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb’s inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn’t as easy as he’d hoped.

Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

 

Excerpt *Warning: Contains Adult Only Content*

Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom.

When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she really was into one long mournful call.

In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach.

Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the boundary.

Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a challenge.

She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!

The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit.

Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over.

He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet.

With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet.

In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.

“Well, that was fun.” He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief.

“If you say so.” Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture as much as the chase.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He bent his head to kiss the scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden deep inside.

“No.” She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered nipples.

“Do you want me to stop?” His hot breath on her sensitive skin engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if ever.

Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking. “No.”

With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss.

He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.

Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement.

She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her.

Available from Total-E-Bound now

Author Bio

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

Find her on Facebook, Twitter: @jorjalovett, Blog, Website

And don’t forget to check out her ‘inspirations’ on Pinterest ;)

 

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HOT NEW RELEASE: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin by Doris O’Connor

Today’s HOT NEW RELEASE, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin, comes from one of my all time favorite Evernight authors, Doris O’Connor! Not only does Doris rock “the sexy”, she’s an amazing mother, friend and supporter. This HOT NEW RELEASE is truly smoking and sitting at the top ten of BookStrand’s M/F erotic list!! WTG, girl!

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sandra. I always love visiting with you, and I come bearing gifts in the form of one very yummy half Sioux hero, called Lakota. If you get the impression that I’m hopelessly in love with Lakota, then you would be right.

*grins*

I love my tortured heroes and Lakota is a tortured soul. The demons that drive his success are manifold and the scars run deep. Let down badly by the very man who should have treasured him—his biological father—he was left to fend for himself, his baby brother, and his frail mother from an early age. He coped admirably and it made him the ruthless, determined man he is today, but Lakota lost part of himself in the process. At the start of the book we meet him grieving for his one and only brother, the last link to his heritage and the mother he adored.

He is ill prepared to be confronted with the news that his brother bought him a virgin!  And this virgin marches right through all of his carefully erected layers of self-preservation, until he has nowhere to go… nowhere but to find himself again.

 

Blurb:

Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

 

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

 

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

 

Excerpt:

He’d bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?

Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?

“Lakota?” Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.

“I’m here, my sweet. Relax.”

She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.

“Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?”

She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.

“I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me.”

He’d gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He’d bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.

She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.

He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.

By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, “Come for me, baby.”

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Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.

She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.

Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he’d traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.

Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota’s hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.

“I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I’m not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.”

“Do we have to take it off?”

He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.

“I don’t want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don’t know how your skin will react.”

Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.

“I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay.”

BUY LINKS: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-by-doris-oconnor/

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https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaire039sunwantedvirgin-1189225-147.html

http://www.amazon.com/The-Billionaires-Unwanted-Virgin-ebook/dp/B00CMTKDSG

 

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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ALL THINGS GIRL: What’s Your Panty Personality?

I’ll admit it – I have a panty obsession. I love nice underwear, I do. It’s one of my guilty pleasures. I’m a lacy thong girl because I really, really hate panty lines, plus they’re incredibly comfortable (my faves are Hanky Panky but I also like the Victoria Secret Lacie line).

I recently had a panty conversation with one of my gal pals and we realized, the type of underwear a girl wears says a lot about her.

Before you take the panty test, here’s a fun snippet from the 1999 film, 1o Things I Hate About You

Alexis Calhoun, bra/lingerie specialist from Victoria’s Secret, explains panty choices and what they mean on BeautyRiot.com.

V-String

Panty Personality: Sexy Adventurer

The V-String is the panty that offers the least amount of coverage — think string sides and a string up the butt — which means it’s also hardly noticeable under normal clothing.

According to Calhoun, the V-String is a very seductive and sexy panty … in case you couldn’t guess. “The customers who like to buy the V-String are usually ‘out there’ and aren’t afraid to try new things,”

Thong

Panty Personality: Playful Sophisticate

Like the V-String, the thong offers minimal coverage. The good news is that instead of string sides and back, you actually have more of a (small) band of fabric that holds these panties together.

For Calhoun, the thong is a playful type of underwear that’s also super versatile. You can wear it to the office with form fitting black pants or out on the town with a body hugging dress, knowing there are no VPLs, a.k.a. visible panty lines. As for the type of woman who wears the thong, Calhoun says, “This customer is more sophisticated and confident. She’ll most likely wear black and has a signature perfume.”

Bikini

Panty Personality: Classy Athlete

The bikini is one of the more basic underwear patterns, or as Victoria’s Secret says “the under thing for everything.” In the bikini panty, your cheeks have just the right amount of coverage, which adds to their classic appeal.

Just don’t get classic confused with boring. While the bikini panty is great for lounging around the house (can you say comfy?), the bikini wearer is “usually an outdoorsy and/or athletic type,” says Calhoun.

Briefs

Panty Personality: Traditional Comfort

The briefs panty keeps the basic bikini shape, but adds a few more inches of fabric. (Think super cozy.) Since it’s a traditional style, it makes sense when Calhoun says the briefs woman is typically more conservative.

Boyshorts

Panty Personality: Flirty Fun

Boyshorts cover more skin and really do look like shorts — though you probably shouldn’t wear them out of the house on their own. So who is the boyshorts wearer? “Boyshorts are flirty and sassy, just like the girl who wears them.” Not only does this panty type love going out, but she’s not afraid to get active and have fun.

What do your panties say about you?

xoxo

~S

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HOT NEW RELEASE: Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin by @SiobhanMuir

It’s Friday and you know what that means – it’s HOT NEW RELEASE time!

I have a great one for you today! Author Siobhan Muir dropped by and she left me her super sexy new book, NOT A DRAGON’S STANDARD VIRGIN. If you’re not familiar with Siobhan, you must click over to her blog, The Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked, where there is always something exciting going on!

BLURB for Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin:
Sacrificial virgins are so sixteenth century, but unless Isabelle finds a man to take her innocence, she’ll likely be next.

For Isabelle Andersen, being a virgin in a dragon-plagued Scottish village is dangerous. Potentially the next dragon sacrifice, Isabelle’s only solution is to lose her innocence, and fast. All she needs is one handsome stranger she can coax into bed, but Lochmore Cott doesn’t get much in the way of visitors.

Jonarrion Swiftwind has sworn off virgins. The last time he took one to his bed, his family paid the price for his lust at the hands of her demon-possessed father. He’s made it his mission to destroy all demons. Nothing distracts him from killing this demon until lovely Isabelle offers him tea. And her virginity.

Just one night of passion makes Jon realize he doesn’t want to let the independent beauty go. But will Isabelle accept him when she discovers the only real dragon in her village… is him?

Excerpt:

Jonarrion Swiftwind took a deep breath of the early spring wind and caught the rancidness of a demon’s decay, just as he’d suspected. The stories coming out of this part of the human country of Scotland had suggested demon activity, but the scent on the wind confirmed it. He narrowed his eyes and grimaced a silent snarl as he resumed his walking pace down the road toward the little village of Lochmore Cott.

Bloody bastard is here, all right. I’ll have to permanently relocate him.

Feral excitement shot through his veins. He looked forward to the fight. Trudging through the frozen lands of the Scottish clans had never been his favorite activity. Daft Scots are crazy to live where it’s so damn cold. The Irish are far more sensible.

Jonarrion reached the bend in the road leading away from the Loch and slowed, scenting something sweet on the wind. He raised his gaze to a hillock above the Loch and scanned the trees, searching for the beguiling scent. When he saw the lass, he stumbled to a stop, transfixed.

She was lovely and ethereal, like the Fae, though she had an earthiness grounding her. Deep auburn hair escaped the tight hold of the shawl wrapped around her head, and pale skin glowed gently in the fitful light of the moon. She stood taller than most lassies he’d seen, and generous curves filled out her clothes.

That lass would pleasure any male, and carry his progeny without trouble. Jonarrion’s cock responded by hardening to the thought of sliding into her heat. He could picture her glossy auburn hair draping across the bedding while he pounded into her.

A panicked warning screamed through his mind, and his blood froze despite the girl’s beauty in the moonlight. His cockstand shriveled like a kick in the balls. It’d been fifty years since he’d last slept with an unbedded human female, with disastrous results.

Aye, now your sister-by-law is dead, your brother is a widower, and you roam the world, killing demons and seeking forgiveness. How is that working for you? He never stayed anywhere too long, and no matter how much he wished for a family of his own, he couldn’t allow himself such pleasure when he’d destroyed his brother’s happiness. He’d reached seven hundred years now, and he had a job to do here at the village of Lochmore Cott. Family fantasies were just that. Fantasies.

Jonarrion shook his head, trying to clear it of memories. He watched the redheaded lass square her shoulders and nod sharply as the moon sent one last shaft of light to illuminate her. She became a glorious angel, her beauty a gift from the Goddess for the work he’d done. The light disappeared, and she vanished into obscurity over the edge of the hill toward the village of Lochmore Cott.

Ah well, you knew you couldn’t have her. He sighed and resumed walking again along the road. Perhaps he’d see her while he stayed in the village, looking his fill from afar. He knew it was all he could do, because any girl with such beauty and obvious breeding had a family looking out for her. And they’d never give such a girl to a dragon. He chuckled ruefully.

Jonarrion wrapped his Dublin plaid, a special blend of pale turquoise, oxblood, and crimson, with a single strand of yellow for his family, around his head and shoulders to keep out the wind. The weight of his bastard sword thumped gently against his back as he walked. He adjusted the thick leather belt, securing it to his hips so it wouldn’t rub against his subsiding cockstand.

Seven hundred years old and the bloody thing still has a mind of its own. He pushed his six-foot-three-inch frame against the wind and hoped the village boasted a decent inn. He could use a warm bed and a hot meal, not to mention a bath. His last bed had been the heather for which the Scottish Highlands were famous, and it had left him smelling like a windswept moor.

If he had luck on his side, he’d see the Fae-like girl once more. Even if not, she’d certainly feature in his dreams that night.

BUY LINKS NDSV:

Bookstrand.com: http://www.bookstrand.com/not-a-dragons-standard-virgin

Author Bio:
Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s recent release, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin, is from Siren Publishing, and she has published Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. She also has a free read out entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introducing her new Cloudburst, Colorado series.

Where to find Siobhan:

Website: http://siobhanmuir.com

Blog: http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/siobhan.muir.35

Twitter: http://twitter.com/SiobhanMuir

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5760938.Siobhan_Muir

Google Plus: http://plus.google.com/u/0/118081545120488658410/posts

 

 

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Caliente Blog Hop: Hot, hot, hot Miami nights and Vegas days

Is there anything HOTTER than Miami? How about Las Vegas? I think not! They just happen to be the settings of my new release:

MAROONED WITH THE MILLIONAIRE

A fierce Miami storm bring sexy strangers together at The Hotel Del Santos for a night of desire.

Stephanie, still reeling from a failed marriage, needs a break from the past. Shying away from the convention center crowds while on a business trip, she finds solace tucked away in a secluded hotel on South Beach.

Jason, a wealthy Seattle builder, has the worst luck with love. He swears he will never allow another woman to get under his skin, until the clicking of a pair of sexy stilettos across the hotel lobby floor attracts his attention.

Cut off from the outside world, the lives of these two strangers collide and burn with desire when a storm strands them together. Neither wants anything more than a glorious one-night stand.

Their chemistry is undeniable and propels them to second meeting in Sin City. However, Stephanie soon learns she has more reason to be wary of her mysterious lover than a broken heart.

The chemistry between Stephanie and Jason is electric, white hot, and sensual. This story definitely delivers on all counts of romance and erotica.” ~ Liz, Fictional Candy

Marooned with the Millionaire is available here:

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ALL THINGS GIRL: So, do I have a story?


Flashing is my new obsession. Trench coats and four-inch stilettos aren’t necessary because I’m talking about Flash Fiction.

I’m having a ball participating in author Siobhan Muir’s blog feature, #ThursThreads, and Friday Flash Fiction on the Evernight Reader’s Goup Facebook page each week. The rules of Flash Fiction are simple: original, unpublished work, under 250 words and writers must use the prompt within the story. Not only is it challenging and fun, but I’ve collected a handful of flashes I’m considering working into a novella.

I’ve used the same characters of Roarke and Julia for the past few weeks and their story is taking shape. I thought it’d be fun to post the past few here along with the prompt. Note:  The snippets are not in any particular story order…

Oh, and here’s my inspiration for Roarke:

Prompt: Any questions?

Roarke’s vision blurred, turning the words and graphs from the never ending parade of slides in the dark conference room into fuzzy blotches. His attention moved to the window where a sprinkling of snow flurries floated from the gray sky reminding him how he brushed a single snowflake from Julia’s eyelashes just hours before.

What were the chances of meeting her again after so many years? Thoughts of lingering kisses and empty promises taunted him for weeks after their brief but passionate night together. It was the last time he would hold her, not that he knew it. Not then.

The scent of her perfume invaded his senses and put him on edge. His wool jacket captured the essence of lavender and jasmine from her embrace. The warmth of her body penetrated the suit of armor her spent years of building around his heart. He vowed never to let anyone in again. But that was before his lips reclaimed hers once more.

“And that concludes our presentation. Any questions?”

Roarke clicked his pen bit in quick succession. His heartbeat mimicked the rhythm as he pushed his seat from the conference table. “None here,” he said over his shoulder as her pulled the business card and his phone from the pocket of his slacks. Sliding his thumb over the screen, he tapped in the phone number.

“Hello?” Her voice melted the remaining layer of ice over his heart. At that moment he knew it. He was captured.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

 

Prompt: It’s standard procedure.

Julia slammed the phone down and strode across her hotel suite. Cursing under her breath, she slid on a pair of black leggings and hoodie over her lace camisole. After the long flight followed by a full day of meetings, all she wanted was room service and bed. Alone.

Roarke had other plans but she’d put a stop to that. The momentary slip from the night before was a terrible mistake. The brush of the back of his fingers across her cheek was like a knife reopening an old wound, one that never completely healed. She blamed their kiss on a combination of nerves and two glasses of wine consumed in quick succession on an empty stomach. Stupid.

Julia was afraid to think about how he found her hotel and room number. Roarke used his power and influence to get whatever he wanted. She couldn’t allow him to get under her skin and into her bed again. The only option was to get rid of him. Fast.

Turning the corner, her eyes washed over his perfect form standing at the bar.

“What do you want?”

A sexy grin played along his mouth as he strode toward her. “You know this city, sweetheart. I’m here to protect you. It’s standard procedure.”

“I don’t need your protection anymore.”

He closed the space between them. Shutting her eyes, Julia’s senses filled with the familiar scent of fine whiskey and unadulterated man.

“I don’t need you,” she whispered before his mouth crushed upon hers.

Prompt: Cameo

Julia’s fingernails dug into his muscular chest as she pushed away from his kiss. She lingered a second too long. His power coiled around her like a snake ready and willing to squeeze every ounce of common sense she had from her body. Strong but gentle his fingers trailed up her arm and neck to the exact spot behind her ear that made her weak in the knees. He had a good memory, damn him.

“You can’t come back into my life like a cameo in a bad chick flick then disappear after you get what you want,” she whispered as she stepped back and turned to leave.

Roarke’s thumb and forefinger circled her wrist. “Listen, sweetheart. You were the one who ran away.”

Squeezing her eyes closed, she willed her tears to stay put. She couldn’t show weakness. Not to him. Not now.

“Let go of me, Roarke. Just let me go. Forever.”

His grip loosened and she pulled her hand back. “What are you so afraid of?”

Her will crumbled as tears ran down her cheeks. “You. This place.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I knew I shouldn’t have come back here.”

Prompt: You have to be kidding me.

The tires of a black Shelby screeched to a halt at her feet. The car could only belong to the one person Julia avoided like the plague. She crossed her arms as the window opened.

“Get in,” Roarke growled.

She swallowed hard, ignoring the piercing blue eyes that read her every thought. “What part of ‘I never want to see you again’ didn’t you understand last night?”

His gaze flicked to the rear view mirror before he yanked the stick shift into park, slipped on a pair of sunglasses and opened the driver’s side door. Within a few strides he closed the distance between them. She straightened her spine as he firmly grabbed her shoulders. With a sweeping glance at the bystanders on the sidewalk outside of the hotel, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “I know I’m not your favorite person but you’re in danger. So get in the car now or I’ll put you over my shoulder in front of these nice people.”

“You have to be kidding me.” Julia considered her options as a reflection of a black SUV swept over the surface of Roarke’s sunglasses.

“Get in the car, Jules!” he shouted, pulling a gun from his jacket.

She swiftly moved to the car as bullets sounded behind her. Roarke pointed his gun at the SUV’s tires and returned fire before climbing into the drivers seat. Speeding away, he left the SUV behind.

“I’m not kidding,” he whispered, covering her hand with his.

So, what do you think of Roarke and Julia? Do I have the start of a story here?

xoxo

~S

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HOT NEW RELEASE: Raven McAllan’s THE WAGER

 

Today’s HOT NEW RELEASE is THE WAGER, from the fabulous Raven McAllan.

Take it away, Raven!

When I finished The Wager, I had one of those ‘you what?’ moments. I’d written a Regency Romance, a hot (I thought) Regency Romance, and it had no sex in it. I worried over this strange phenomena, until I sent the manuscript to the lovely Doris who gets the red type working and lovingly colors my words.  (That’s why I call her my ‘reditor’.)

I got an email back. Are you mad? This is bloody hot, and it has sex, lots of it just not actual sex. Luckily I knew what she meant. There is no actual sex, but lots of ‘sex’. Clear? Sorry, you’ll just have to read The Wager.

It’s a story about…A Wager. Not just a Wager, but a wager about a wager. Even more confused? Not when you read the story…

Blurb

Catherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her. The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?

Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.

What happens is more than either of them anticipates.

 

Here’s a wee teaser…

As Brook had deliberately chosen not to bring his valet, his toilet was completed with little delay. A swift bath, and an elegant, but plain set of clothing. His cravat was tied simply and his coat fitted, but not so much that he could not dress himself. At five and thirty, Lord Brook Fredericks was a man who was happy in his own skin and it showed. Well before the appointed hour was over, he stood in the drawing room, and contemplated the Geneva on the side table. She used to enjoy a secret glass with him. Would she still?

He didn’t have long to wait to find out. He had not been waiting more than ten minutes when Catherine appeared. Her appearance took his breath away. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of burnished silk, the flowers above each ear a pale contrast.  The dress he had chosen and left for her in her room was a perfect foil for her dark loveliness. It shimmered in the lamplight and caressed her body like a lover. Brook’s body stiffened, his manhood stood to attention and pressed against his pantaloons. She was every man’s desire.

He bowed, elegance personified. “My love, you are everything a man could wish for.” He spoke the truth. She was everything a man could hope for. “My body aches to taste you, to fill you and to make you mine. Are you ready to eat?”

She stared and then to his amazement, she giggled.

“Eat food? Oh yes my lord, I am famished. Shall we?” Catherine blushed as she held her arm out to him.

So is she saying she wants nothing else? Or she may eat other things, as in me? He was not sure he dared ask. Instead he escorted her into the dining room and seated her at a table set for two. The lights were low, the atmosphere intimate.  Brook knew with certainty, how he wanted the night to end. With him buried deep inside her, hearing her murmurs of surrender, and her cries of completion. If only.

“As am I. But do we both yearn for the same food?”

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Catherine heard his riposte and her body responded with a surge of heat that made her nipples harden. There was no way she could let him know how she reacted to him. For many years now she had schooled herself to deny her reaction to his presence. Now, it was nigh on impossible to show those feelings. Especially as her mama had schooled her that no lady would ever be foolish enough to express her emotions in public, or to a man. So here she was all these years later, with the man she had loved so much that she had denied him as her husband rather than subject him to the shame her father had heaped on them.

“I do not know, my lord,” she said, hoping her composure was enough to carry her answer. “Perhaps we will see…later.”

The Wager  Buy links

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Don’t Miss this One! PURELY RELATIVE by @Claire_Gillian_

This graphic doesn’t come out a lot but I’m showing it large and in charge today. That’s because it’s my BFF’s and long lost cross country sister from another mister’s Book Birthday week. I’m talking about Claire Gillian’s release of Purely Relative.

I had the pleasure of getting my hands on a copy early and it was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. You see, Claire’s first book,  The P.U.R.E., was one of those rare stories that had me thinking about the main characters long I finished reading the book. I was anxiously awaiting the companion story and it doesn’t disappoint! Not only is Gayle as adorable and Jon as sexy as I remembered but we now get up close and personal with Jon’s family, especially his sister Jenny (my favorite secondary character in The P.U.R.E.). We’re also introduced to other interesting Cripps family members. I’d love a story about Jon’s little brother. *hint hint*

Read on for The Lazy Gal’s Guide to Writing Books by Claire Gillian…

Hi everyone and thanks to Sandra for opening up her blog to me today. I have a new book that released on April 30th called Purely Relative. It’s a contemporary romance sequel to my debut novel, The P.U.R.E., a romantic mystery.

One of my favorite sayings is, “If you want something done as efficiently as possible, assign it to a lazy person.” By this logic, lazy people really aren’t lazy, they’re just very efficient players of the odds. So what the hell does that have to do with my new book? Hang on…I’m getting there. Another saying is “write what you know” with the implied adjunct of: “and if you don’t know it, research it until you do.” So to recap so far, we have low effort on the one hand and high effort on the other. Does this mean I’ve written an autobiography? Ha! Good answer, self…but no. It means I have to be careful about where I draw the line between fiction and reality, but if I do it well enough, few people will notice if it’s blurry or squiggly and my lazy self will conserve energy.

My first novel, The P.U.R.E. was about newly hired CPA off to a very rocky start at her new power job. OK I totally knew that puppy! I lived it…er a few decades ago. I’m calling it close enough though. No further research required. I just tapped the old memories, updated the feminized power suit, 86′d the pantyhose and silk scarf ties and swapped out the Easy Spirit sensible pumps for a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos (purchased on credit) that I saw in a recent issue of Style magazine while waiting to check out at the grocery store. Good enough. Next.

The P.U.R.E. and Purely Relative are set in Dallas. Bingo! Like the main character, Gayle, I too started my super-duper CPA career in Dallas, Texas, and also like Gayle, I was new to the city. Great! Insert tales of getting lost, naively blundering into the bad sections of town and I’m almost there. But cities have an annoying habit of growing, sprouting new roadways and being remodeled over the span of several decades. Big sigh. No avoiding it any longer. Research time…but as little possible…and thank God for Google!

But the biggest blessing of all is…at the end of the day, it’s FICTION! Plus I don’t want to infringe on any copyrights or trademarks by naming real places, ya know. Yeah, that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it! ***yawn*** Is it efficiency recharging time already?

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But before I snooze, let me tell you a little bit about Purely Relative where even less research was needed to continue the sometimes funny, sometimes angsty romance of Gayle Lindley and Jon Cripps. You certainly could be lazy and skip The P.U.R.E. going straight to Purely Relative, though I wouldn’t recommend it. There’s a time and a place for laziness after all. :)

PurelyRelative_ClaireGillian_300x450Blurb:

Unemployed and living far from home, Gayle Lindley is nevertheless lucky to be alive after narrowly escaping her murderous ex-employer. She’s also thankful to the boyfriend gods for having blessed her with a former co-worker. Jon Cripps is brains, brawn and bedroom-certified, all in one delectable package. Life is finally on the uptick.

…Or so Gayle thinks until Jon pops the big question—no, not marriage, but meeting the rest of his family. What he neglects to mention is his loose familial definition also includes the parents of his ex-fiancée. And too bad Gayle has already met one sibling while engaged in a vigorous mattress inspection with Jon. Everyone will think she’s a man-stealing hussy!

As Gayle tiptoes into the bosom of Jon’s extended family, she is deluged with more secrets than even her curious nature can absorb. But the drama hits hardest when Jon, mysterious as ever, drops a bombshell that threatens to unravel every single stitch of progress she has made with him and his … ‘interesting’ relations.

Where to Buy:

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About Claire Gillian

Claire writes smart, witty stories for smart, witty people. She is a number-crunching executive by day and a darkly romantic curmudgeon by night. Her debut novel, The P.U.R.E. was released in April 2012. She also writes fifty shades naughtier stuff under the pen name of Lila Shaw, but please don’t tell her mother. No matter which name she uses, Claire is happiest penning romance drenched in humor with a dash of intrigue and loads of spice.

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ALL THINGS GIRL: 18 Must-Date Men to Sample

I found this list a while ago and refer to it when researching traits for my heroes and thought it’d be fun to share it with you. :)

According to The Stir, women should date eighteen types of men before settling down with one.

Why?

For a few reasons. First, you’ll learn the guy traits that drive you crazy (a/k/a the “dealbreakers”). Second, you’ll find certain traits are must haves (the “non-negotiables”).  Last, you’ll have a ball finding and dating them all!

Here we go:

  1. The musician. He loves his music and may sometimes choose the groove over you. Something all women who date music men must deal with. The sex is usually great, too, so that’s an added bonus.
  2. The mountain man. Can an outdoorsy type of guy find true love and harmony with a city girl in heels? Only one way to find out.
  3. The hippie. Dude. You should find out if you love tie-dye tapestries as curtains and the smell of patchouli before you take the plunge.
  4. The skater. This could also be the surfer, snowboarder, or motorcycle man … any guy into extreme types of sports. Many of these guys are tough on the outside, super sweet on the inside.
  5. The gamer. Sharing your guy with a remote control takes a special kind of woman.
  6. The corporate type. Never say never, even if you are an indie DIY type.
  7. The skinny guy. Some women love being with a guy thinner than they are. Some really don’t.
  8. The overweight guy. Never ever discount a guy because of his weight. He could lose it and get healthier. And being with a guy much bigger than you makes you feel really petite. And he often tries harder in the bedroom.
  9. The asshole. Just because you need to get this type out of your system. And being with a jerk prepares you for those moments when Mr. Right acts like a poopstain.
  10. The older guy. Too mature or just right?
  11. The younger guy. Age may or may not be nothing but a number.
  12. The nerd. I think they can be kinky.
  13. The guy with a lot of money. You deserve to be spoiled and know what it’s like to live without worrying about rent.
  14. The guy with no money. It’s humbling and savvy to know what it’s like to live worried about rent and what to eat. Makes you stronger.
  15. The weirdo. Kink factor here again, but he could also be a deep thinker and make you expand your mind.
  16. The guy who has a kid. A glimpse into what a guy could be like when he’s a dad. A peek into parenthood can make you learn a whole lot.
  17. The wimpy type. If you can kill spiders, then the wimpy guy might be a good match for you. But it’s good to find out if this quality irks you or not.
  18. The macho type. Makes some women swoon, others cringe.

What are your dealbreaker and non-negotiable traits? How many of these types of guys did you date before settling down?

xoxo

~S

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