Official Blog for Author/Screenwriter Kim Iverson Headlee: info about her published novels, works in progress such as The Dragon's Dove Chronicles, and other output of the maze of twisty passages (all different) otherwise known as her brain.
Today's Eggcerpt Exchange entry is Love Remains by Zrinka Jelic
Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive
officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But
in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s
syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense
attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her.
Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s
room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are
When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?
by Zrinka Jelic
“In Love Remains,
Ms. Jelic has once again written a highly imaginative paranormal
romance with believable characters who are both flawed and compassionate
and a plot that will keep you guessing until the end.” — Debbie
Christiana, author of Twin Flames and Solstice.
“Zrinka Jelic has achieved a high level of success with her time-travel story, Love Remains.
Olivia had a difficult job, chopping employees’ heads, and then to
travel to another dimension where she had a husband and children was
felling. However, as with any Jelic story, the romance is strong and I
was happy to travel with Tom and Olivia. At the end of life isn’t that
what we seek—the warmth of love?” — jj Keller, Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book
Paranormal Sensuality Level: Sensual
Eggcerpt: Keys in her hand, she took the two steps to the front door. She had left a few lights on,but the smell of home cooking wafting in the air stood her hair on end. Who the hell was in her house? Heart drumming, she gripped her cell just in case she needed to make a fast call for the police, then she crept through the foyer toward the kitchen. The candlelit table set for two in the dining room indicated whoever was here expected a romantic evening.
His back to her, a man stirred a pot on the stove. His tight butt swayed to an Elvis classic coming from the stereo. Had she made a date prior to her trip but forgot to cancel it? Impossible, she wouldn’t pass up on such a handsome man. Despite her dry mouth, Olivia swallowed. Whatever food the hunk was preparing on the stove smelled delicious. The frills on his apron swirled around him as he turned to her with a smile that would have melted ice caps. Light from the ceiling reflected on his wavy brown hair. “Hi, honey. I was beginning to worry.” He stepped to her, leaned down and pecked her cheek with an odd familiarity. “Your trip must’ve been exhausting. I’m sorry the flight was overbooked, but at least the airline found you a seat in coach.”
She wiped her cheek where his kiss still simmered on her skin. Rubbing his palms together, he turned to the stove. “Hope you’re hungry. I made your favorite, ravioli á la moi. I just have to pop garlic bread in, but that won’t take too long. So go get comfortable.”
Frozen, she stared. His eyebrows furrowed. “I should have picked you up from the airport. Next time, I won’t let you talk me out of it.”
Her legs refused to co-operate. She couldn’t get them to move, but she managed a sharp breath. “Who are you?”
The hunk’s thick eyebrows drew closer and he cast her a puzzled glance. “Are you all right?” She flipped the phone clutched in her hand and dialed. “I’m calling the police.”
“Olivia?” He straightened. An insecure laugh crossed his lips. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” The voice came through the cell.
Her dry lips scraped her tongue like sandpaper across weather-beaten wood. “There’s an intruder in my home.”
“Ma’am, is the intruder aware of your presence?”
She leveled her gaze with the man’s face and met his warm honey eyes. “Yes.”
In Too Deep
On the banks of the Trinity River, Sadie Pepperman is looking for a
chance to escape the demands of her in-laws. With her husband dead,
they want her to marry her brother-in-law so they can take control of
Suddenly, the peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps
too far into the river. Rushing to save her, Sadie meets a handsome
stranger that ignites her dormant lust. She sees her friend rescued by a
steamship and backs away from Logan Jansen, only to turn her ankle.
The agonizing pain leaves Sadie with the inability to walk. Needing
help, she offers Logan a place to stay if he’ll help with the chores on
her farm. With his agreement, Sadie adds another problem to her list.
Now, not only does she have to worry about how to bring her crops in
from the field and run her farm alone but she also has to fight her
attraction to Logan.
Can Sadie end her in-laws’ interference in her life, run her farm alone, and give love another chance?
“Are you a friend of the woman who
Unable to certain what to say to
the stranger, she nodded and worked to clear the lump in her throat. How did
this man know about Carolyn?
“Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry
I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step
of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.
She quickly scooted along the
wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over
the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.
He didn’t wait for an answer.
Lifting the reins, he released the brake.
A loud whistle sounded from the
river, followed almost immediately by the slapping of paddles against the
The man clicked his tongue to
encourage Beauty to get moving. He drove the wagon closer to the edge of the
river, creating a rough new trail.
Bouncing on the seat like a rag
doll, Sadie tried to keep her distance from the man, even though the task was
next to impossible with the constant swaying of the wagon. She continually
brushed against his arm, shoulder and thigh. A particularly hard bump almost
landed in his lap.
“I’m sorry, but you need to slow
down,” she complained and straightened.
He drew back on the reins; the
wagon rolled to a stop. His head turned in the other direction. He shifted away
from her and jumped down from the wagon before she repositioned herself on the
bench. “Damn that steamship. They’re rescuing them.”
A little stunned by everything that
had happened, Sadie lifted a hand to her throat. Her gaze stayed locked on
Logan until his comment finally registered. She glanced at the water and
noticed a steamboat cruising down-river. A line hung from the side with two
people hanging from the end.
She scrambled off the wagon to keep
the boat in sight as it moved farther away. “Oh, no, where will it take them?”
“Probably to the next port, maybe
Liberty or on into Galveston.” When the
steamboat rounded a bend and drifted out of sight, the stranger turned. His
gaze grew in intensity as he scanned the length of her body. “I’m Logan by the
Burned by his steady regard, Sadie
glanced down at her attire. Heat stained her cheeks. The ribbon on her camisole
had worked its way loose and the swell of her breasts lay exposed to his view.
She’d been about to redress when Carolyn fell into the river. Lifting her hands
automatically to cover herself, she bowed her head.
Review first appeared on Zigzag Timeline blog by Mary Fan 3/9/2014 (thanks, Mary! :)
REVIEW: Dawnflight (The Dragon's Dove Chronicles Book 1) / Kim Headlee
TITLE: Dawnflight (The Dragon's Dove Chronicles Book 1) AUTHOR: Kim Headlee PUBLISHER: Self-published AVAILABILITY: Amazon (e-book), Amazon (paperback), Audible (audiobook)
GENRE Romance - Historical REVIEW Dawnflight is
a vivid re-imagining of the tale of King Arthur and Guinevere. In this
version of the tale, which makes more historical sense given that King
Arthur supposedly lived in the Dark Ages (and not the Renaissance, as
most tellings depict), Guinevere is Gyanhumara (called "Gyan"), a
Caledonian chieftainess, and Arthur is a Roman general who has recently
become the Pendragon, supreme commander of all armies in the British
territories. Gyan is a
spirited young woman trained as a warrior, though she has yet to see
real battle. Her mother was the chieftainess before her, and she is
looked up to by her people as a strong and capable leader. For the sake
of peace, Gyan agrees to marry Urien, son of the leader of her clan's
deadliest rival. However, though Urien is plenty strong and handsome, he
proves to be a controlling brute who, unaccustomed to Gyan's more
egalitarian culture, is appalled by her boldness and determined to put
her "in her place." Not long
after the betrothal, Gyan meets Arthur, whose good looks, aura of
authority, and intelligence steal her heart right away. What's more, he
actually respects her strength, and he falls for her just as fast. But
his own treaty with the British clans states that Gyan must marry a
British nobleman, and he doesn't qualify. What's more, breaking the
betrothal with Urien would mean civil war. Lushly written and vividly described, Dawnflight brings
Gyan and her world to life that had me believing every word. The
language is beautiful, and each scene was visible in my head as I
listened to the audiobook. Dorothy Dickson's narration is mesmerizing
and perfectly captures the gorgeous descriptions and the internal
monologues of each character. The
strengths of this book really lie in the setting and the characters.
Each one is believable, and it's clear that Headlee did a lot of
research to put this tale to paper. It reminded me of a combination
between Marion Zimmer Bradley's Mists of Avalon and the 2004 King
Arthur movie starring Clive Owen and Keira Knightley. Gyan is an
intelligent and independent woman who is easy to sympathize with. My one
issue with her is the sheer amount of time she spends agonizing over
her Urien-or-Arthur dilemma. Dawnflight is
a romance at its core, with the bulk of the story focusing on the
Gyan-Arthur-Urien love triangle. That there are political implications
to Gyan's choice raises the stakes somewhat, although the fact that she
has the right to marry whoever she wants and that Arthur, being the
supreme commander, can rework any treaty he puts down, lowers the danger
element. Still, Headlee is very good at describing emotion, and while I
personally ran out of patience with Gyan a few times (being more of an
action/adventure reader), lovers of romance will eat it up. Arthur is
portrayed as an upstanding yet open-minded leader. Charismatic and
good-hearted, he is the ideal romantic lead for this story. His slight
arrogance and unwillingness to express his true feelings make him human
enough to be believable in this context. And his concern for the people
he leads make him an admirable character. Other
notable characters are Gyan's fun-hearted half-brother Perador (or
however you spell his name - audiobooks have that as a disadvantage),
the young warrior Angus, who follows Gyan like a loyal puppy, Arthur's
scheming sister Morge (again, apologies for misspelling), and the wise
Merlin, who is a bishop in this story. Angus was my personal favorite - I
found his genuine loyalty and desire to be the good guy absolutely
adorable and was more distressed when he was in danger than when the bad
guys attacked Gyan. As for the
plot - this is one of those slower-paced books that takes the time to
really show each setting to its fullest. Toward the end, there is an
attack by Scottish raiders on the island Gyan is staying at, which gives
both her and Arthur the opportunity to show off their combat skills,
but the bulk of the book is very calm when it comes to physical action
(although plenty tumultuous in terms of emotional turmoil). The ending
wraps things up nicely enough that this book could be read as a
standalone, but definitely leaves room for more. The
historical setting of this book is what makes it stand apart from a lot
of the other retellings of the King Arthur tale that exist. The book
tells a "what if it really happened" kind of story, taking out all the
fantastical and supernatural elements in favor of plausible "real world"
explanations (such as Merlin being a bishop rather than a wizard). All in all, Dawnflight was
an enjoyable read, especially with Dorothy Dickson's narration bringing
it to life (I credit her with saving me from road rage, as I was
listening to this audiobook while stuck in rush hour traffic on the NJ
Turnpike). This book will appeal to lovers of Arthurian retellings, fans
of Marion Zimmer Bradley, and those hungry for romance.
Shannan Albright’s Dark Hunter—A Dark Breed Enforcers novella—part of the Eggcerpt Exchange
About Dark Hunter:
Vampire Mari Ankamunan struggles to pick up the
pieces of her life after her bar The Asp becomes a war zone between the
Enforcers and members of the Preservation Society, who want all dark breeds
wiped out. The sudden appearance of the only man she ever loved brings her
world to a crashing halt, for she witnessed his brutal murder two thousand
Navar’s spoken oaths to his Sire cost him Mari. Torn
from her side by the sidhe queen, he is her Hunter, delivering justice for
crimes against the breeds. Now freed, he returns to his lover’s side only to be
caught in a dark plot where Mari is targeted for death.
The stakes are high: can they uncover a deadly plot
against the Enforcers, or will Navar lose Mari forever by an assassin’s hand?
“I will do everything in my power to protect her,
even lay down my life if it comes to that.” Navar’s words rang in the still
air, spoken as an oath.
“Marcus will be relieved to find out Mari is well
protected. I know after the incident with the Preservation Society, he has been
concerned for her safety. Someday you must tell me how you secured your
Mari blinked at the two men, feeling left out of the
loop in the XY-chromosome chat. Males.Can’t live without them and can’t kill
them. Irritation spiked into the red zone, her patience threadbare for the
bullshit. Placing her diminutive self between the two towering males, she gave
them both a fearless glare and fisted her hands on her hips.
All conversation stopped as they stared down at her
with surprise. Good, now she had their attention. “I’ve been alive since the
time of Cleopatra. I didn’t survive all those centuries by being a fucking weak
female. I can fight, strategize, and I damn well have enough intellect in this
‘girly’ brain to figure out what I need to do to save my own hide, thank you
very much. Now, if you don’t mind talking to
me, not about me, it would be appreciated and might save your ball sacs from
relocating somewhere north on your body. Are we clear, boys?”
Adrian threw his head back and roared a large
rolling laugh that reverberated throughout the room. She blinked in surprise.
She’d never once seen any enforcer laugh. Sure, they smiled, chuckled, and even
smirked, but never laughed. She found it…disconcerting.
“Point taken. You will have your hands full with
this little hellion, hunter. I don’t envy you.”
“Little hellion indeed. Yet well worth the extra
trouble,” Navar agreed, his pale eyes darkening with hunger.
Today's Eggcerpt Exchange is It is Time and Other Stories by Anna Bayes featuring “15 contemporary M/F tales of love & lust.”
This collection of 15 romantic bite-size stories is a must-have for
Anna’s loyal fans and serves as the perfect sampler for new readers.
Find out why fans from everywhere are addicted to Anna’s writing.
The collection begins with the tale of a woman who has decided that “It is time” to give her lover a final gift.
From the sweet, vanilla exchanges of love (such as “Love Letter,”
“Gratitude” and “Ticket to France”), the electrifying thrill of instant
attraction (“Stockings, Pendant, Arousal” and “Unexpected”), paranormal
love story (“Lucy Reborn”) to steamy tales that stretch the mind and
boundaries (for example, “My Reluctant Dom” and “Four Hot Guys”), these
15 stories promise to tease and gratify.
Note: Explicit sex scenes. Adult material intended for readers aged 18+.
Eggcerpt from the title story, “It Is Time”:
It is time, I believe.
My heart beats in my throat, and a chilling cold freezes my fingers,
but I urge myself to speak my mind. “How many women do you have?”
He regards me calmly.
I gulp, and feel a whirlwind stirring in my stomach, but I look back at him with as much strength as I can muster.
“There are you, Robyn — you already know Robyn, and another girl called Tess.” He articulates slowly and clearly. “Three.”
A dull pain settles in my heart, but I accept it without letting it flare up.
“Do they know as well?” I ask.
“Robyn possibly suspected that I had already met you before we had
our threesome.” He says. “But no, basically. You are the only one who’ve
The question, “Who’s your favorite?” circles in my head, but I know
better than to ask that. Instead, I enquire, “You looked so peaceful
when I asked you, were you expecting that question?”
“Not exactly.” He brushes a loose strand of hair out of my view as he
continues. “But you’re easily the smartest girl I’ve met in my whole
life. Whatever query you have, I think it’s best if I answer plainly,
instead of trying to lie.”
I take a sip from my lukewarm tea and look around the apartment. The
walls are bare; his suitcase is still leaning against the farthest wall,
near the window. Except for the drinks on the kitchen counter, our
shoes in the doorway and our clothes flung about casually on the floor,
the place is empty.
He is in town every month or so, staying for about ten days each
time. His business is good, so he can easily afford a spare apartment in
the choicest region only for sleep and sex dates. The dingy brown
sofa-bed does not bother him; he fucks hard and long on it, then cradles
me to sleep.
I had known he was not for keeps, but the way he remembered details
from our pillow talk, the meticulous attention he paid my body whenever
he enjoyed me, and the sweet nothingness he consistently texted me
everyday when he was away gradually built a cage around my heart. I grew
attached to him and yearned for him earnestly.
To be fair, there is nothing to blame in him, because he has never
deceived. Girls believed what they wanted; he never had to lie. I
willingly accepted his sorry excuses whenever I wished to see him; it
had always been him setting the time and date, and I showed up each time
Lady Elinor's Escape is today's offering in the Eggcerpt Exchange fun. Genre: Sweet Regency Romance
Lady Elinor Ashworth always longed for adventure, but when she runs away
from her abusive aunt, she finds more than she bargained for. Elinor
fears her aunt who is irrational and dangerous, threatening Elinor and
anyone she associates with. When she encounters an inquisitive
gentleman, she accepts his help, but fearing for his safety, hides her
identity by pretending to be a seamstress. She resists his every attempt
to draw her out, all the while fighting her attraction to him.
There are too many women in barrister Stephen Chaplin’s life, but he has
never been able to turn his back on a damsel in distress. The younger
son of a baronet is a ‘rescuer’ of troubled females, an unusual vocation
fueled guilt over his failure to save the woman he loved from her
brutal husband. He cannot help falling in love with his secretive
seamstress, but to his dismay, the truth of her background reveals
Stephen as the ineligible party.
“Excuse me, madam, but I could not help overhearing you say that you
must leave for London immediately. Allow me to introduce myself. Stephen
Chaplin, Esquire, at your service.”
Elinor turned to face the gentleman who had suddenly appeared. She
stared at him through a haze of black, taking advantage of her veil to
get a closer look at this tall, dark-haired, seemingly well bred
gentleman. He was above average height, with finely chiseled features,
and while he could not, strictly speaking, be deemed handsome, there was
something in the intense scrutiny of his light brown eyes that drew her
to him. By the cut of his bottle green Superfine coat, which emphasized
his broad shoulders, but was not so tight as to hamper movement, and
his casually tied neckcloth, she surmised he was no society dandy.
“How do you do?” she said politely, extending one black-gloved hand.
“Fine, thank you.”
As he took her hand and bowed over it, Elinor savored the warmth of his
touch for a moment. It had been a long time since someone had touched
her out of kindness. Suddenly realizing she was clutching his hand, she
withdrew hers. He studied her, his gaze seeming to penetrate the veil,
and she could only stand like the veriest lump under his scrutiny.
“I beg your pardon, madam, but what did you say your name was?”
“Eli—” Elinor broke off and feigned a cough, panic bubbling up inside.
Her name. Dear heavens, she needed a new name. If she told him who she
was, he would never agree to take her to Mimi. She stared down at the
gentleman’s yellow nankeen trousers and shiny brown boots. “Brown,” she
stammered. “Ellie Brown.”
“Mrs. Brown, may I offer my assistance? I’m heading for London myself
and would be pleased to convey you as far as Chippenham, where you may
pick up another stage coach.”
Relief flooded through her at his offer, but could she trust him? No
proper young lady rides in a closed carriage with a gentleman who is not
related to her. The words of her governess rang in her ears. “I do not
“Of course, you are cautious,” he interrupted smoothly. “Any genteel lady would hesitate to trust a strange gentleman.”
"But I am not a lady,” she blurted. If Aunt Sarah learned that a ‘lady’
had been here, she would know where to look for her. “I am merely a
Dark Velvet by Lisa Carlisle is today's offering in the Eggcerpt Exchange.
Chateau Seductions series: Dark Velvet
student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted as a resident to a
prestigious art colony. Where else would she be able to focus on her
craft of writing poetry in a setting like that of the medieval-styled
castle? The remote New England island is a respite from her hectic city
life. When she meets her benefactor, a mysterious French sculptor, her
expectations for carefree days writing near the ocean are distracted by
unprofessional fantasies about her sponsor.
Antoine Chevalier built Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island to bring
purpose back to an existence that has lost meaning. He’s wandered the
earth for decades and finds solace in returning to art. When Savannah
applies for a residency, something about her words touches him. After
her arrival, a physical attraction grows between them, which he
struggles against. She deserves more than someone of his kind.
Antoine proposes they become lovers during her stay. But the
situation turns complicated when Savannah discovers his secret. She had
suspicions about his identity, but finds the truth overwhelming.
Consumed by her desire for Antoine and faced with a tough decision, she
is blind to the danger that has arrived at DeRoche Island.
New adult / paranormal / erotic romance
Savannah’s fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back
and then the definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She
pictured Antoine bent over the sculpture, brows furrowed in
concentration, losing sense of time as he polished each portion to
“Do you like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard
chest, and he caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the
castle spoke in that smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”
“No, don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear.
He took her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm.
Her bottom lip quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the
marble piece. She thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t
witness her nervous reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors.
This was not the way for a young protégée to behave in front of her
benefactor. He owned the castle, created the art colony here where she
was attending on a poetry scholarship—she shouldn’t go gaga simply from
his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.
“It pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down
the figure’s chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked
watching you admire it.”
His voice alone sent flames rippling through her. Every nerve in her
being lit with awareness in reaction to him. In the months since they’d
met, they’d never been alone in such proximity. Weeks of heated looks
from afar had inflamed her desire so the slightest touch became
intimate, strengthening her need for more.
Sounds of approaching voices indicated this evening’s performance in
the chateau would soon begin. Several of the musicians in the art colony
had collaborated on orchestral pieces they wanted to play in front of
an audience for the first time. As fellow artists in residence, they
sought the support of fellow residents.
Antoine kissed her hand like a suitor in a bygone era. “I hope you enjoy the concert, Savannah.”
Her lips parted, opening and closing like a fish while she thought of
what to say. When she mustered up the courage to turn and face him, he
had already left the room, filling her with both relief and
disappointment. Unaware she’d been holding her breath, she exhaled
Several times over the course of the evening, Savannah caught
Antoine’s dark eyes watching her. Her emotions roiled in confusion while
the performers played Barber’s Adagio for Strings. The way he
held her gaze without blinking made her squirm in the burgundy armchair.
The rising tension and resolution from the violin and cello underscored
her tumultuous emotions.
She smiled at him briefly and focused on the musicians, aware of how
her heartbeat had escalated. When she glanced again at Antoine, he still
watched her unabashed, as if unconcerned about what the others would
think. He took a sip of Porto, nodded her way, and then returned his
attention to the musicians. She sat up straighter and crossed her legs
at the ankles, then uncrossed them, and crossed them again.
The attraction was becoming more difficult to ignore. In light of how
he breached the physical distance by touching her so earlier, she
feared she’d be unable to keep her desires hidden much longer. She’d
developed an instant crush since she arrived at the castle three months
before. How could she not be—he was a renowned sculptor with a
devastating, dark appeal. What was she to him than just another young
resident who would be gone in three months, replaced by another.
Was she reading more into the brief exchange than was warranted?
Adjusting in her seat, she pictured kissing his soft lips, tasting
the sweet rich Porto on his tongue. A tingle grew in her nipples. She
imagined him touching them, kissing them, as he peered at her with those
seductive eyes. An ardent rush of desire flooded between her thighs.
It’s just a look. Only a casual glance my way. Even as she attempted to fool herself, she knew she was full of shit.
Today's Eggcerpt Exchange offering is Happy Birthday Baby by Tori Richards—with its own giveaway!
better way to spend your fiftieth birthday than with the hot male
stripper you’ve been coveting for months! Proving you can have fun at
any age, Happy Birthday Baby! from author Tory Richards is a celebration
of life you won’t soon forget.
Available for pre-order!
“Lana, wait.” I heard Joe’s
voice and picked up my step, which was hard to do on gravel while
wearing heels. He caught up with me in no time, gently taking hold of my
arm and drawing me to a halt. “Are you okay?”
I knew we were looking at each other, but it was too dark to see his expression. “Yes. I just need some light to call a cab.”
“You’ve changed your mind about coming home with me?”
“I’m sure you can find a replacement,” I said, thinking about the waitress inside.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily. “What did that jerk tell you?”
“Enough to know you won’t be lonely.
I only hope my friends didn’t pay you too much to sleep with me.” The
hand on my arm tightened, revealing either I’d hit a nerve, or he was
growing angrier. “I’m okay with it, Joe, really. I should have known a
man like you would have to be paid for a little, ah, extra special
“A man like me?” His tone was low
and gravelly, and I didn’t need any light to know he was clenching his
teeth. “Well, let’s go then. I want to make sure I give you their
Surprisingly, I wasn’t frightened of
Joe. He brought out other emotions in me. So when he began pulling me
behind him I didn’t protest. He was just too damned sexy, and arousal
still hummed through my body. I knew that with his talents he’d have me
eating out of his hand in seconds. He was a tall man, his steps much
wider than mine, and it was inevitable that I’d stumble. When I did, he
caught me, and pulled me up into his arms without breaking stride.
“This isn’t necessary.” A thrill shot through me in spite of my mild protest. I couldn’t recall the last time a man carried me.
He just grunted. When we reached his
car, he dropped me to my feet at the passenger’s side door. I barely
had time to notice it was a Corvette before he crushed me against the
door and kissed me roughly. Caught totally by surprise, at first, I
stiffened, but within seconds, I melted against him like ice cream on a
hot sidewalk. Oh my God, the man knew how to kiss! When he reined in his
aggressive attack, his mouth turned soft and coaxing, dragging me into a
realm of endless erotic possibilities.
The Maze is pleased to kick off the 2014 Eggcerpt Exchange with vampires on a luxury Italian cruise liner in A Bloody Good Cruise by Diana Rubino! Take a bite out of it, below, and don't forget your passport to fun...
About A Bloody Good Cruise:
Romance writer Mona Rossi's book sales are slipping.
She needs new ideas and fast! Her vampire love, Fausto Silvius is a doctor
aboard the Romanza, a luxury cruise ship. Holding a "Motion on the
Ocean" writer's cruise sounds like a great idea. What better way to
combine a career boost with romance? But they soon discover hunters on board
who give chase to Fausto and his fellow vampires. While he longs to bring Mona
into his world, how can he convince her to join him with fringe lunatics on the
hunt? In the prime of her life she's not sticking her neck out for a shot at
Mona forced a dose of cheer through her jangly nerves. Vampire hunters wouldn’t have the balls to attack Fausto and his friends on this ship. Security was tight. “Well, you’re here, so does that mean you’ve been going out, and aren’t confined to your house any more?”
Fausto shrugged. “Almost. I couldn’t wallow in self-pity forever. And I knew seeing you would make it worthwhile.”
She smiled and gave him a genuine Italian cheek pinch. “I’ll cheer you up, faccia bella, you can count on that. You must feel safe.” She gestured at the tacky duds. “I mean, relatively speaking.”
“Don’t let this scare you, but –” He glanced around over the rims of his shades. Uh-oh. Whenever he said “don’t let this scare you,” it scared her. “I got an ominous message at the doctor’s office earlier.”
“What –” She swallowed a lump. “What kind of ominous message?”
He looked away, shaking his head. “Nothing to get alarmed about. The hunters just want me to know they’re here. After the initial jolt wore off, I said, ‘okay, I’m being stalked again.’ But I’m used to it. It doesn’t make me constantly look over my shoulder like in the old days. My family’s murder gave me a reality check. If they want me, they’ll get me. I can’t let it interfere with my work, or what little leisure time I have here. And you shouldn’t either.” He gazed at her adoringly and cupped her cheek. His hand was surprisingly warm. “But you’re still scared. All the blood’s drained out of your face, and not in a good way.”
Welcome to the March 2014 edition of The Dawnflier!
First order of business: Congratulations to Daniel M. (already notified), who won an ebook copy of Dawnflight from among the list of folks who added me to their Google+ circles or commented upon my blog posts in February.
Since this was so successful, I will be running the same promotion throughout the month of March. Enter early, enter often (with your comments!), and good luck!
Another giveaway I'm hosting is active now on Goodreads:
Yes, I know you can't enter often for that one, but good luck nonetheless!
And stay tuned for a very special set of blog posts, March 5th - April 20th, as the Maze features the work of other talented authors participating in the 2014 Eggcerpt Exchange. So far, the Maze will be hosting:
3/5/14: A Bloody Good Cruise (paranormal/vampire romance) by Diana Rubino
3/9/14: Happy Birthday Baby (M/F romance 18+) by Tory Richards, with a Rafflecopter giveaway
3/10/14: Dark Velvet (New Adult Paranormal romance 18+) by Lisa Carlisle
3/12/14: Lady Elinor's Escape (Sweet Regency romance) by Linda McLaughlin
3/17/14: It is Time and Other Stories (romance anthology 18+) by Anna Bayes
3/19/14: Dark Hunter (paranormal/vampire romance) by Shannan Albright
3/24/14: In Too Deep (contemporary romance) by Anita Philmar
3/30/14: Love Remains (paranormal romance) by Zrinka Jelic
4/5/14: The Bruised Thistle (historical romance) by Ashley York
4/8/14: Summer's Growth (contemporary romance) by Tina Gayle
4/13/14: Jixit (paranormal romance) by Jude Liebermann
4/17/14: Sink or Swim (romantic suspense) by Stacy Juba
4/18/14: Love is a Rose (Christian devotional) by Pamela Thibodeaux
I'm very excited about this mix of offerings, and I hope you will be too!
On my own publishing front, I will be working hard this month to prepare two new novels to release in April: King Arthur's Sister in Washington's Court (sequel to Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, featuring time travel with romantic elements through the eyes of Queen Morgan le Fay in the late 21st century) and Snow in July (historical paranormal romance set just after the Norman conquest of England). Bloggers, I do have galley e-copies of both books I can send you if you would like to help generate buzz for these exciting new works! Leave a comment on this post if you are interested.
Thanks, Happy Saint Patrick's Day, and have a wonderful and productive month!