Friday, April 4, 2014

Northern Lights


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Northern Lights
Author: Sharon McGregor
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon

Blurb:

Maddie Smart is at a crossroads. Her job and her relationship have both suddenly ended. On the advice of a friend she flies to a northern fishing lodge to recoup and plan her next move. Here she meets fishermen who don't fish, a policeman who does, a man who says he's seen Sasquatch and a lodge owner who sets her pulses racing.

She finds herself running headlong into danger with no idea of who she can trust. Maddie must face her deepest fear before she can find answers. She also must learn to trust again before she can find her own happy ending.

Enchanting Excerpt:
The tower wasn’t exactly a skyscraper, but was still well above Maddie’s comfort zone where heights were concerned.

She took a deep breath and started up. The steps were open for the first part of the climb, then became a shallow railed stairway before reaching a ledge surrounding the cabin on top. As she came to the last step—afraid to look down—she held her breath and grabbed for the railing to pull herself up on the ledge.

The cabin had openings on each side, but the interior was dark and she was partially blinded by the sun. She couldn’t see any sign of McMillan.

“Hello,” she called out hesitantly, her breath a little shaky from the climb.

Suddenly a figure leapt out at her from the gloom, shoving her against the railing. The rotting wood gave way under her weight and she went flying over the edge. She screamed. Her worst nightmare—falling to her death—was coming true.
 



 

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Self's Blossom

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Self's Blossom
Author: David Russell
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon

 
Blurb:
This is about a young woman's self-discovery. Selene is a 'success story', a top journalist, who has retaining her dazzling looks. However, she has had unhappy relationships, and has missed out on hedonistic fun. This she obtains, with a young stranger, and later with enigmatic Hudson: tryst is preceded by cultural tourism, and sizing up of minds.

While on holiday, Selene's mind rambles around her chequered past. Flashback blurs into the present, interior monologue into direct observation. The dialogue is sparse. Selene is an introspective type –reflection and analysis outweigh action.

Selene is super-confident or is she deeply insecure?


Enchanting Excerpt:
Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare, speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one, all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip . . . the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.


At first she lay in the tide's path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked, as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance – her breath prepared in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back, once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss – then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed.


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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Excerpts: Like Slow Sweet Molasses/ Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker/ BayouBabe99er


Friendly reminder of emotional love stories to nourish your five senses & squeeze your heart! What goes on in your kitchen?

 

Like Slow Sweet Molasses


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Genre: Mainstream Interracial Romance

Heat: Sensual

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Scene:

Angela allows Chance to offer her refuge after she learns of a long hidden family secret.

 

Chance ambled into the kitchen intending to rustle up a couple of sandwiches, putting the peanut butter, jelly and bread on the table. He wasn't a great cook but held his own as far as bachelor meals were concerned. He hadn't shopped in days and offered what he had available. Mismatched plates clanked in one hand as the other secured the milk carton and two glasses. The butter knife was the final item to the party.

Continuing, he asked, "Want to talk about it?"

"Nothing to tell. I'm a b*****d baby, that's all." A crimson stain flushed upwards indicating it started from her toes.

Her admission floored him.

"My father is a b*****d who treated my mom like a rug and loved his children like a drug addict loved getting busted. I don't consider that a reflection on me." He began slapping peanut butter on slices of wheat bread using the same knife to dip the jelly.

"Not the same thing I can assure you." Watching him fix the first sandwich, she stopped him before he moved on to the next. "Nothing for me. Thanks."

He saw the little wrinkle on the bridge of her nose. "Don't eat peanut butter?"

"Can't eat peanut butter. Deathly allergic."

"Oh. How about a jelly sandwich, then?" Chance's big bite lopped his sandwich in half.

"Can't." Beating him to the punch, she explained, "You put the peanut butter knife in the jelly. Any peanut residue can send my body into anaphylactic shock."

Chance opened an overhead cabinet to remove a fresh jar of apple jelly and plopped down a clean knife for her use. Angela dug in with relish, rewarding him with a semi-smile. "All these years," she licked at the jelly on her fingers, "and I never suspected a thing."

 

 

 

Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker


#1 Bookstrand Mainstream Bestseller
Genre: Mainstream African-American Romance

Heat: Sensual

Price: $2.66

Scene:

Veronica and Mike try to wind down after a horrific event that happened in the wee hours of the morning tests her trust in him.

 

Distress entered her eyes.

"I'm sorry for dredging up sad memories. Losing your love is heart-stopping."

His chair scraped when he sat. "You say that like you've been there."

She sighed. "I have."

Veronica seemed to spend a few private moments back in time. Her look expressed deepest sympathies better than any spoken words. Tiredness etched her face as the wee hours of the morning shed its darkness. The rumble outside lassoed Mike's attention.

"That's one of my drivers coming in." Mike left the table for a look across the yard. He drank from his cup while watching the truck limp to a stop. "That doesn't look good."

Veronica joined him at the window. "All the more reason for me to get out of your hair."

"I meant it when I said you're not in the way here." He faced her now. "Don't make a drastic decision you'll regret."

"Too late," she whispered.

"Regrets about the trade, huh?"

"If only you knew."

Mike gulped the last dregs of his coffee. "I think I have a problem I need to solve."

"I'll take that." Her reach for his mug brushed his hand.

"Thanks," Mike said, his concentration glued on other matters now. He paid scant attention, absently let go of his cup, and pecked her a spontaneous good-bye on the lips. The feathery touch shocked him. "Veronica!" He was embarrassed. "I–I—"

Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Please forgive me. I didn't mean for that to happen. I wasn't thinking."

"Mike, it's okay. No harm done." She put distance between them.

"Here I am, trying to convince you I'm trustworthy, and I do a boneheaded thing like that."

"You aren't going to jump my bones when I turn my back, are you, Mike?"

Her question alarmed him. "Hell no!"

"Okay." Veronica snickered. "It's forgotten."

With that, Mike rushed out of the kitchen, mumbling to himself as he went. But he was long out of earshot for her to understand what he said. He beat up on himself. Twenty-four hours in Veronica's company and she had rattled the bars jailing his heart.

Mike loped on toward the garage. He was hesitant to look back, yet he was unable to fight her allure. He took the chance.

            Veronica waved. He ducked behind his truck. A hasty peek let him see she'd gotten the hint and vacated the window.

 

 

 

BayouBabe99er


5 Star B&N Reader Rating
Genre: Mainstream Interracial Romance

Heat: Sensual

Price: $2.51

Scene:

Although Sharlene appreciates Drake's help in rescuing her uncle, she tries to discourage his persistent advances.

 

...Sharlene busied herself in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the coffee started last evening. Drake's appearance provoked her to head for the door.

"Thanks again." She flung it wide open.

"Aren't you going to offer me a cup?"

"I'm worn out, and I'm sure you are, too."

"You owe me the rest of the story, Sharlene."

"You know all I know." She kept her answers short and curt to discourage his visit.

Drake covered her hand, the one holding the door. "I really came to warn you yesterday." He eased the door to a close. "I didn't tell anyone your identity," he promised, leaning closer.

Sharlene ducked. "Business association only." The coffeepot beeped right on time. She escaped right under his nose.

Two mugs and the fixings hit the table. Sharlene used that distraction as her invitation for him to wander over to a seat. She bustled about the kitchen in an attempt to give the goose bumps that sprang up on her arms time to vanish before she joined him. She'd forgotten the warm, homey sensation that surrounded one when in the presence of someone special.

Sharlene poured the steaming hot coffee, took her seat, and sampled her creamy, sweetened brew. She eyed Drake over the rim of her cup, cognizant that he pretended indifference to her blatant observation. Her secret thoughts evaporated into thin air throughout the cozy kitchen with each hindered breath she inhaled.

 

* * * *

The very idea Drake faced a challenge to his love sobriety intensified the nagging question about his future. He had muddled through life on autopilot since the tragic deaths of his family nearly four years ago. Work was his company keeper—his sanity regulator. Looking at the gorgeous redhead on the other side of the table had him wondering if he was ready for a heart fixer. Better yet, was she ready for him?

He spooned sugar into his coffee, lounged back in his seat, and kept a daring eye on Sharlene. Sharlene returned his gaze. Her eyes shifted from his face to keep track of each sweep of his hand as the spoon clanged against his cup. The ticking seconds strengthened his resolve to pursue her affections. They sipped through a six-cup pot—slowly. Drake was satisfied to savor the quiet moment where only she existed in his world.

 
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Friday, January 3, 2014

Gingerbread Wishes

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Gingerbread Wishes
Author: Linda Carroll-Bradd
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon

 
Blurb:
A new life awaits as soon as Tora sells the family-run bakery. All she’s known is Dorado, Texas and she can’t wait to explore new possibilities outside the city limits. But then the chocolate brown gaze of widower Jordan Dawson locks on hers, and she’s suddenly wondering what getting acquainted might be like.

Back in his hometown to open a sporting goods store, Jordan wants to provide his daughter with life in a close-knit community. When the friendly baker sparks his interest, he sets off a campaign to keep her in town. Will Tora give him a chance?

 

Enchanting Excerpt:

“Hold off a moment. I have to echo what that man said.” Jordan rested a forearm on the counter, his mouth pulled into a tight line. “Dorado without a bakery run by a Hammond woman would not be the town I remember.”

His praise warmed her heart, and she wished Gram could hear his comment. But Tora had a plan and that involved making a big change. “I have confidence the townspeople will survive.”

“People in the big cities survive, but people in small towns know how to live life. They know their neighbors and show them they care.” A finger tapped the donation coffee can and a metallic jingle sounded. “Believe me, I’ve lived in both settings and there’s no comparison. You’re better off here.”

How could he know that? She bit her tongue to keep from arguing with a customer and forced a polite smile. “Well, I can’t wait to experience life in the big city so I can see for myself.”

“Daddy?”Jenna’s voice trembled. “I’m cold.”

The child’s interruption came at the right time. “I’m sure you are, sweetie. I’ll get your hot chocolate right away.” Without another glance at Big City Dawson, she turned to her task. A few minutes later, she approached the round table where they’d situated themselves and couldn’t help but notice he’d draped his coat around his daughter’s thin shoulders.

After placing the mugs on the table, she held out a spoon and whispered to the quiet girl, “Careful, the cocoa’s hot. Better start with the whipped cream.”

Her eyes lit up, her mouth spread in a smile showing off rows of small teeth, and she grabbed her spoon.

For some strange reason, that tiny response thrilled Tora. The child looked like she didn’t smile much. “May I bring pastries or coffee cake?”

Jordan leaned back in the ladderback chair and glanced over his shoulder. “Do you still sell apple fritters? Those were always my favorite.”

“We do. Shall I bring two?” She started to turn but felt his warm fingers on her wrist. Ripples of awareness shot up her arm. When she turned to look, she was captured by his gaze, steady and concerned. Her insides felt as quivery as the middle of a jelly doughnut. What is this? She’d never experienced such an immediate reaction to a man.

 

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Monday, December 30, 2013

The Zoastra Affair

The Zoastra Affair

Author: Victoria Pinder
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon

A hundred years from now, Earth has trading partners with alien beings, mostly humanoid. However, going into space brought forth an unknown enemy who attacks Earth at will.

The Zoastra is part of the Earthseekers, an organization originally designed to go into space. Its new mission is to find Earth’s enemies.

Ariel is stuck on a Victorian planet and steals Grace’s body and life to get off the planet. Grace must get her body back before Ariel bonds with Grace’s husband, Peter. Then there is Cross, the man on a mission to find those who killed his family. Ariel is attracted to Cross, but she’s stolen someone’s life.

 

Enchanting Excerpt:

I’m going to have to steal someone else’s body to get out of here.

“Ariel, are you listening?”

Ariel Transcender stared dumbfounded at the mother superior of her prison, a/k/a Aulnale School for Orphans. “Yes, mistress.”

She had no idea what happened, though she pasted a fake simpering smile of appreciation on her face. Ms. Rochelle walked away.

A few minutes later, Ariel looked out the window again, tuning out Rochelle’s mind numbing lecture on what was proper behavior when near a man. The boarding home on this planet gave the stupidest lectures of the galaxy. Her lips curled into a sneer. Women were not excited to be bound to men.

Could I do this to someone else? Do I have any other choice?

Lenchena, the teenage girl who’d stolen her adult body and taken off on Ariel’s ship, needed to be found. And Ariel refused to listen to the daily drivel about always listening to a man.

 

 

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Friday, December 13, 2013

Azure & Frank

(The Gift of Love)
Will Frank's gift of love be enough to save Azure's Christmas spirit...and their romance?


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Azure & Frank
Author: Mickie Sherwood
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Cost: Free 2 Read 


 
Blurb:
Azure's in high spirits. It's Christmastime! She has invited Frank to her family's traditional holiday breakfast. What could go wrong with that idea?




Frank's nervous. He comes because of Azure and he doesn't come empty-handed. All goes well until he asks her a simple question. Then, she asks him to leave.
Will Azure's unfounded guilt ruin Christmas? Being the wise man that he is, will Frank's gift of love be enough to save Azure's Christmas
spirit...and their romance?


 
Enchanting Excerpt:
Frank Hickman unwrapped a stick of gum and shoved it into his dry mouth. He drove slowly passed the house for the second time, to the tune of John Legend's All of Me. The yard looked like a toy store had exploded there. Well, it is the Christmas holidays, he thought, removing the gum. It only made his mouth drier.

Not only did cars fill the driveway, leaving one barricaded spot untouched, curbside was a parking lot. There were so many vehicles for so early on a Christmas Eve morning. His inclination was to keep driving. However, he didn't get to act on the notion.

As he watched, the glass door to the front of the house burst open. Azure exited on the run. Frank jammed on the brake. He turned down the volume on the sound system. She sprinted right up to the truck as it hummed in the middle of the street. Her face had a peachy glow as she leaned on the passenger side door. Was the abrupt exertion the cause? He believed she was truly glad to see him.

Frank lowered the window.

"Don't think you're going to sneak off," Azure said.

Moisture returned to his mouth at the purr in her voice. He wanted nothing more than to lay a passionate kiss on her alluring lips. Her smile warmed him all over, even as cold air filtered inside his vehicle. She shivered.

"When you invited me to breakfast this morning, to meet your family—" Frank fingered the neck of his shirt, "—I thought it was to meet your parents."

A sneaky, humorous look entered her eyes. Azure wound her arms across the front of her body at the gusty wind. "They're inside." Her high spirits were evident in the naughty lilt of her voice.

"Yeah. And from the looks of it, so is everyone else."

"You know how it is when out of town guests swarm in for the holidays."
Frank remained mute, because he didn't.



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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Brenda's Christmas Desire

Book two of the Dreams Come True Series

Brenda's Christmas Desire
Author: Sharon Kleve

Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon
Christmas approaches and Brenda has to decide if she’s going to let the past hold her prisoner for another year or if she can finally enjoy what Christmas used to mean to her—love. DEA agent, John Smith knows the significance of December fifteenth to Brenda, but when the head of the Nuevo Cartel escapes federal prison he's forced to let her face the day without him, but not quite alone.

Can Daisy, a golden Labrador puppy, a huge sale on decorations at the hardware store, and a gift from her aunt restore her love of Christmas?



Enchanting Excerpt:

December 2013
  The weather forecast for the Western Washington area, specifically North Seattle, predicted a good five-to-six inches of snow. Brenda Houser watched the flakes float like cotton balls from the sky as she dipped a tortilla chip into a bowl of thick and chunky salsa and popped the morsel into her mouth. 


  Her boss, Corny Myers, tapped her pencil on Brenda's reception desk to the beat of The Little Drummer Boy, which streamed from the Green Hornet Investigations Bose speakers.

  "Hey, Brenda. I have bad eating habits but I've never started the day with chips and salsa. What's up?" Corny asked.

  "You know how I feel about all the holiday hoopla. I'd rather stick my head in the sand and pull it back out in January."

  "Do you really think Mexican food is going to make you feel better?"

  "Probably not, but a couple margaritas might help."



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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Halo's Wish


Book one of the Dreams Come True Series
Halo's Wish
Author: Sharon Kleve
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Buy: Amazon

Halo Ann Carlyle wishes for a home, family, and a boat-load of pets. What she gets is a bruised hip, a lump on the head, a broken ankle, and her new yellow Honda Civic is demolished.

Rich McFarland, a sexy veterinarian, keeps showing up in the most unexpected places, promising everything she's ever wanted.

Halo believes she only has time to pursue her career as a pet detective and must ignore her growing attraction to achieve her dreams.

Will Halo trust her heart, and find a way to get both for Christmas?

 
Enchanting Excerpt:

She'd just placed another call through to Pemsky's office, which went straight to his voicemail, when the office door opened. Halo smiled and looked up into dreamy, gold-flecked green eyes, short sandy brown hair, a slight cleft chin, and full lips set in a hard line. Even with the stern look he had on his face, my hormones jumped into overdrive.

Mr. Dreamy cleared his throat—she must've been staring. In her most professional voice she said, "Good morning. How may I help you?"

He removed a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded the sheet.

"I was parked in front of the Beacon Hill Ale House and my driver's side mirror was sideswiped by one of Pemsky's Security's SUV's Friday night."

Halo loved the Beacon Hill Ale House. Every Saturday night the Ale House allowed local bands to jam together. That's where she'd met her last loser boyfriend. She'd had a lot of loser boyfriends. She's currently on a hiatus from dating, but she wouldn't mind jumping back into the dating game for this dream-boat.

He handed her the piece of paper.

"I wasn't able to get a look at the driver, but I got the license plate number of the vehicle that hit my car and drove away."

He emphasized the last part.

"I'm very sorry about your car. I'm sure Mr. Pemsky will be happy to cover the damage." Halo checked the company log and Pemsky's name popped up as the driver—she gulped.

 

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Santa to the Rescue


Author: Adele Downs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Buy: Entangled Publishing
Firefighter Jamey Tucker knows three things in life to be true: An honorable man doesn't go back on his word, never hurts a woman, and lasting love isn't a myth. But with his recent move to a new job at the Appleton Fire station, the long hours don't offer hope of finding the love he’s looking for.

When Jamey meets beautiful pediatric nurse Heather Longhurst after hearing her sing Santa Baby in a supermarket aisle, he offers her a promise he discovers he can't keep. Heather has been betrayed by men in the past, making it hard for Jamey to gain her trust. Determined to find a way to win her heart, Jamey uses firefighter engine-uity and Heather's favorite song to prove he's got Christmas spirit she can believe in all year.




Enchanting Excerpt:
She laughed out loud this time, and the sound of her voice rang through the air, pure and clear. He could listen to that voice for hours. “These are for my kids at the hospital. I’m an R.N. at County. We’re decorating the pediatric ward. And spoiling the children too, a bit. I’m baking cookies for our holiday party on Saturday.”

She held out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Heather Longhurst.”

Jamey introduced himself and took her hand. He told her what he did and where he worked. Her skin felt soft against his palm, though her grasp conveyed confidence and strength.

He cocked his chin. “What kind of cookies?”

“Chocolate chip, of course. Is there any other kind?”

Jamey shook his head. He could almost taste melted dark chocolate and smell the aromas of fresh baked flour, eggs and sugar filling her kitchen. His mouth watered. He hoped she couldn’t hear his stomach rumble. He hadn’t eaten in over fourteen hours. “No ma’am.”

Heather returned a lopsided grin. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Southern Indiana, born and raised.”

She moved out of the way of an elderly couple trying to pass with their half-filled shopping cart. Jamey moved too and they strolled together toward the exit. “I’ll make a plate of cookies for you, if you stop by the hospital to pick it up.” She said.

Jamey smiled at her, his heart lifting at the turnaround in his day. “That’s the best offer I’ve had since I moved to Appleton.”

“You’re new in town?”

“Been here almost three months.”

“Glad to meet you, Jamey Tucker. See you about one o’clock?”

“I’ll be there. Count on it.”

“I will.” She smiled back and their gazes locked. His mood soared with the realization she was flirting with him. The day had definitely taken a turn for the better.

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