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Elf!
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Tortured Hero Blog Hop
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My hero Seth in Windswept Shores is torture by his past. He’s running away from his manipulative parents and wants none of their plans for him and his future.
Expert:
Seth strolled back out with a photo album which he set down on the small dining table. Megan turned off the stove and set the pot on a folded tea towel to cool. She walked over, wiping her hands on another one she used as an apron.
“Megz, here’s the photos that’ll say what’s what.” He opened the album. “This is my dad.”
“He’s in a suit?” she asked, realizing that it looked expensive.
“My da’s a businessman, though he used to mine opals, and that’s my mum.”
“Can you get rich mining opals?” she asked, noting the smart clothes.
He frowned out the window, but didn’t say anything a moment.
Megan rubbed his shoulders. “Seth, what are you not telling me?”
“Megz… I not sure…”
She slid into the opposite seat. “What is it?” Megan studied his apprehensive expression. “Is it bad?”
“Naw, blokes just have a bad reaction at the news.” He paused for a moment longer and took a deep breath. “Usually, they put the bite on me when I tell ‘em… me da is… a bloody rich man.”
“Good heavens.” She stared at the man she thought she knew while she tried to reconcile this fun, hard loving, sometimes badly dressed guy who was also a rich man’s son. “So, that’s how your parents were able to send you to college in the states?”
“My parents wanted me to go to Yale, but I reckoned on Cal State Long Beach because of the surfing. They were just glad I was going.”
“My son Josh goes there.”
“Maybe I ran into him?”
“Two years ago was his freshman year. Josh Lorry, tall skinny with wavy black hair?”
“Hmm, naw, rings no bells.” He turned the page to a photo of three well dressed, brown-headed boys. “These are my two older brothers, but they died in a car crash when I was younger. So, I’m an only child now. My parents wanted me to step into my eldest brother’s shoes.”
“Oh?” Megan studied his unhappy expression. “Did they pressure you?”
“Blimey, Megz, you do ask questions.” He leaned back in the seat, frowning. “Oy they did. Da wants me to take over the company someday. Mum wanted me to be successful at something’. I just wanted a good time. I got married young, divorced, went to Uni, but then took off during spring break. I reckon I ran from it all.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your brothers. But you can’t run from your responsibilities, darling. Sooner or later, it will catch up to you. Are both your parents still alive?”
“Last time I looked.” He smirked. “They’ll have to hunt me down to this here island if they want me back.”
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Leave a comment and your email addy, for a chance to win a five dollar gift certificate from Amazon.
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Big Cocks and Shamrocks
If you’re looking for Big Cocks and Shamrocks Blog Hop then you have found it.
Windswept Shores is back, and better than ever. It’s something warm to read while it’s frosty outside.
Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas. Then she finds a nearly-drowned man. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck.
With only meager survival skill between them, will they survive these windswept shores and can they find love?
For the first time available as a trade paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4084680
And for the Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AS9NDNO
Excerpt:
“Me donger is a big ‘un. Some women don’t like it.” Seth looked off.
“No problem.” Megan shrugged as she sat on the bed.
“You don’t understand.” He rubbed the back of his head.
“I had two big babies, my darling. I’m all stretched out. Jonathan used to complain that making love to me felt like pushing into a bucket,” she said bitterly. “He wanted me to get that reduced, too. But I drew the line there.”
Seth ground his teeth. “I’d like to have a barney with old Johno for making you feel like he got the rough end of the pineapple.”
She frowned. “I’m not sure I understood all that.”
“Your husband’s a rat shit to you, so I’d like to hit him,” he hissed as he ground a fist into his palm. How can a man not want this woman in his arms and hold on to her for the rest of his life?
“Seth, I’ve made some mistakes in my life, and I think he was the biggest. But, my darling, he is my mistake. Not yours.”
“Orright.” He sat next to her, and leaned over, pressed his lips against hers, gradually deepening the kiss. Her scent filled his nose, a light perfume with her own personal aroma. His pulse raced, and his mind spiraled with thoughts of being inside of her. He burned to make love to her.
Unbuttoning his shirt, she slipped it off his shoulders. She ran her hand over his bare chest.
“Megz, you’re making me head spin.” He moaned, wanting to taste her lips again. He fought for control.
“Am I going too fast?” She tweaked one of his nipples.
He closed his eyes briefly. It shocked him that one small thing would rock his control. “I reckon with all the times you knocked me back when I tried to get a leg over.”
She furrowed her brow. “We can do this another time. It’s okay. I can wait.” Her face showed her disappointment.
Seth stared at her bare breasts. He wanted to taste them again. “It’ll take a bit, but I reckon I’ll get over it.” He kissed her again as he tugged on her garment.
While he gathered the bottom of her dress, she put her hands over her head, so he could pull it off.
She gave a nervous chuckle and smoothed down her hair, reclining back with a leisurely stretch. “I feel so free now. I want to share myself with you.”
His heart beat fast. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, watching his soon-to-be lover’s luscious figure. Her body, though scarred from the surgeries, was toned as an athlete’s, her breasts full, the planes of her stomach flat. His donger, already hard, throbbed and his body tightened. He needed to have her—all of her—soon.
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***Janice Seagraves’s Contest Allert***
Leave a comment and your email addy, for a chance to win a five dollar gift certificate from Amazon.
And just for stopping by, you also receive three free downloads, which is the start of my science fiction romance series The Alien Heart Series.
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Hearts On Fire Blog Hop Winner
The Hearts on Fire Blog Hop winner is…
Kitty.
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Let’s set Valentine’s Day on FIRE !!!!
Windswept Shores is back, and better than ever with a replaced missing scene.
It’s something warm to read while it’s frosty outside.
Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas. Then she finds a nearly-drowned man. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck.
With only meager survival skill between them, will they survive these windswept shores and can they find love?
For the first time available as a trade paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4084680
And for the Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AS9NDNO
Excerpt:
“How’s the leg?” Seth asked.
“Better. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Let me have a look.” He removed his blood stained shirt, washed his hands, and sat sideways at the dining table.
Megan walked over, showing him her injured thigh.
He pulled her closer so she stood between his legs. Running his hands down to the bandage, he asked, “Megz, have you been shaving?”
“Um, no.” She gazed down at his warm hands on her tanned skin.
“Blimey, no hair or stubble. Not even one.” He carefully examined her leg.
“That is the wonders of modern technology.”
“Howzat?” He furrowed his brow.
“I had my hair removed with laser treatments.”
“Smooth like a baby’s bum.” He grinned. Gingerly, he took off part of the tape so he could peek under it. “It looks a bit better. Just a small pink ring around the wound, but it has a decent scab.”
“Oh, good.” She briefly closed her eyes as relief washed through her.
He smoothed the bandage back down, then smiled at her.
“I want to thank you for taking care of me.” She cupped his face, leaned down, and kissed him on the forehead.
“Try a little lower, love.” He tilted his head back.
“Well, since you went to all the trouble of shaving.” After a moment’s hesitation, she bent down, giving him another kiss on the lips.
The moment she did, his arms went around her waist. Seth pulled her against his bare chest. He deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against hers.
Megan melted against him, making a small noise in her throat as an incredible flare of desire took her completely by surprise. The kiss was long, deep and very intense, while his large, warm hands slipped under her shirt, massaging her back.
Megan pulled back, looking down at the passionate expression in Seth’s gray eyes. “That was…”
“Bloody amazing,” he finished for her.
Megan’s eyes went wide. She took several steps back out of his embrace. She leaned against the counter. “Oh, I really shouldn’t have done that.”
“Don’t whinge, love. You needed that and so did I.” He gave a lopsided grin.
Megan found she wanted to trace his full, kissable lips with her fingers. Oh, no. She ran outside, breathing deeply of the clean evening air. What’s the matter with me? I’m married. You don’t kiss other men when you’re married.
“Megz,” Seth called, ducking as he stepped through the doorway. “It’s okay, love.”
“No, it’s not.” She wrapped her arms around herself, even though she really wanted to throw them around Seth. Megan bit her lip. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I shouldn’t feel anything for Seth. He is a big happy-go-lucky lug, also handsome and sexy as hell. Oh, damn.
He walked up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, sending warmth right through her. “When’s the last time you and your bloke threw a leg over?”
“That’s none of your business,” she snapped. Heat rose to her face.
“Megz,” he said gently, “ya act like yer haven’t been touched in a very long time. A lot longer than the two weeks that yer been here.”
She didn’t answer him. He’s right. Jonathan hadn’t slept with me in six months. I must be touch hungry. “Are we going to cook that pig or what?”
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A SUMMONER’S TALE: the vampire’s confessor
BLACK SWAN 3
AUTHOR: by Victoria Danann
PUBLISHER: 7th House
ISBN: 978-1-933320-67-0 ebook Words: 107,000
978-1-933320-80-9 print Pages: 350
GENRE: vampire romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, paranormal fantasy
RELEASE DATE: February 14, 2013
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Erotic quotient: A little steam. No menage. No BDSM.
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For the past fourteen years, Victoria has illustrated and authored Seasons of the Witch calendars and planners and written several non-fiction books on magickal arts. She lives in a town north of Houston known as The Woodlands even though the idea of the witch in the woods may be a cliché.
She owns 7th House Publishing and contributes to its enterprises. In addition to art and writing, she plays Classic Rock music (keys, rhythm guitar, vocals) and manages one of Houston’s premier party bands. Married. Four children.
Heartbreaker Blog Hop
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My hero Seth is a Heartbreaker. He’s a great looking Australian who has been bumming around America until he’s hired to work on a boat in Florida. That was until the boat accident that threw him into the ocean in the dead of night.
But Seth meets his match in Megan, the older woman he’s set his sights on.
Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas. Then she finds a nearly-drowned man. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck.
With only meager survival skill between them, will they survive these windswept shores and can they find love?
For the first time available as a trade paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4084680
And for the Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AS9NDNO
Excerpt:
His hand lingered on her shoulder. Her trembling vibrated up his arm. Blimey, she’s all shaken up.
“S’kay, she’ll be right.” He grabbed her sleeping pallet, pulled it over, slipping an arm around her waist.
Her body went rigid. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, mate, I’m not trying to get a leg over. You need a bit of comfort so you can go back to sleep. My mum would cuddle me when I’d have a howler of a nightmare. It’s nice to know you’re not alone.”
“So, I’m supposed to think of you like my mom or dad?”
“Or like yer husband if that’ll help?” He grinned in the dark, wondering what kind of reaction he was going to get.
“I think not.”
“I noticed you weren’t wearing a wedding ring. Is it because yer husband drowned?” His heart beat a little faster when he asked the question. He really wanted to know if he had a chance with her.
“No, he’s not drowned,” she snapped. “I lost my ring in the ocean, but I’m not sure when. I just looked down one day, it was gone.”
She’s in denial about her husband’s death. I reckon it’s too soon. A little disappointed, he decided to change subjects. “So, you got any ankle biters at home?”
“Two boys.”
“How old?” he asked. They must be missing their mum, poor little nippers.
“Joshua is twenty. He’s in college. Eli is eighteen and just graduated from high school.”
“Blimey, how long have you been married to your bloke?”
“Twenty-three years this January,” she said.
“How old are you?” He positioned his head where he could breathe in the scent of her hair, and inhaled a floral fragrance. How does she manage to smell fresh in a place like this?
Megan moved a bit forward. “Do you know that it’s considered very rude to inquire after a woman’s age?”
“Not where I’m from, so spill.” He scooted up some, placing his knees behind hers.
She pulled away. “Humph, well, okay I’m forty-two.”
“You’re still spunky.” He wondered how far she’d move until she ran out of room in her tiny shelter.
“Uh, spunky, thanks.” Megan rolled onto her back.
Blimey, she out maneuvered me. Seth was forced to move back, but kept his hand on her tummy.
“You got hitched when you were a young ‘un?” He quickly did the math. She’s a bit older than me. More of a challenge.
“Yeah, I got married at nineteen, but I knew what I wanted, or thought I did. Have you ever been married?”
“Got hitched once.”
“What happened?” she asked. Her bed rustled as she shifted position.
“We got into a blue, she told me to shove off, so I left. So that was the end of that.” His hand drifted to her rib cage.
“Any kids?” she asked, pushing his hand down.
“A son named Nick. He just turned six.”
“Okay, now you have to tell me how old you are.”
“I’m an old prawn. I just had my thirtieth birthday.”
“That’s not old, especially not for a man.”
“I’m starting to feel it when I surf,” he admitted, smoothing a wrinkle on her shirt.
“Oh, you’re a surfer?”
“Back in Uni I got caught up chasing the good breakers on Spring Break. I headed out from Cali to Baja, then from there to Florida. I became a Surfie. That’s what you’d call someone who surfs more than they work. Then I met this old bloke, Bill, in a pub. He’s from Oz too, or so I thought, but it turns out he’s an apple.”
“An apple?” she asked.
“He hails from Tasmania. I was broke doing odd jobs. Bill hired me to help on his fishing boat.”
“Wait a minute, Oz?”
“Oz, short for Australia,” he explained, moving his mouth toward where he thought her ear was, saying softly, “It’s in the sound Au`z-tralia—Oz.”
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Christmas Blog Hop
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Jared the Fierce Were-tabby
By Janice Seagraves
Part Two:
Jared Shows His True Colors—Orange
Inside the little cabin the fire burned merrily in the hearth, but standing outside Morgan’s teeth chattered. “Okay, show me,” she demanded.
“Are you sure you want to see this? It’s really horrible,” Jared warned as vapor plumed out of his mouth.
“Yes. Do it already.” She shivered and rubbed her arms. Impatiently Morgan bounced on her toes, almost ready to do calisthenics if it got her warm. “It’s cold out here.”
Jared shot her a dirty look. “Fine for you to say, you don’t have to do this naked.” He kicked off his shoes then stripped off his sweatshirt.
“Naked?” She stared at his bare chest.
The chilled air raised goose bumps along his skin. Glancing back at her, he stopped with his thumbs hooked in his pants. “It’s cold out here, so there will be… shrinkage.”
“Oh, do tell.” She smirked.
He slid off the pants, and the change started. Moaning, he dropped to the snow-covered ground, while his bones popped and rearranged themselves. Orange fur grew all along his back and limbs. When the change finished, he sat on his haunches and stared at her.
“Oh my God. You’re—you’re a…” Morgan stammered, eyes wide, she stepped back.
A low feline growl purred from his mouth.
“Cat!”
After staring a stunned moment at the orange tabby, ice form in her stomach taking away what little warmth she possessed. The pressure of a scream form at the back of her throat, but she swallowed it down. Get a grip, Morgan. He’s still the same person.
“So you were the cat I saw when Joan and I check-in?” After gathering up his discarded clothes, she opened the door to the cabin. She looked down at the feline. “Well come on, you’ll freeze out here.”
Jared scurried in before she could step through the threshold, and settled in front of the hearth with a contented purr. Logs crackled in the brick fireplace. Morgan tossed Jared’s clothes on the couch and turned her back to the fire. “Why does my butt always get so cold?”
Jared produced a un-cat-like snort and then jumped to the floor. His skin looked like it was boiling while his bones cracked and popped, as they rearranged themselves. His fur disappeared as his body returned to man size. Standing up, he turned to look at her with a challenge in his gaze.
Morgan’s gaze swept over his long, lean body. Yup, that weird orange hair was everywhere. “So you can do that inside.” She stared away from his deliciously nude form, which made her feel warm for a different reason. “Why didn’t you?”
He pulled on his sweat pants then walked back to her. “Cats don’t like loud noises. If you started to scream, I would need an escape route.
“Coward.” She stepped away from him.
“Hardly.” He took her by the arms, pulled her toward him. “Cats are fearless fighters, but a loud noise can trigger a fight or flight reflex.”
A smile teased the corners of her mouth. “I bet you run real fast, too.”
“I run faster, when I’m hurrying back to the one I care about.” Slipping an arm around her, he nuzzled the side of her face. “Ever have a butterfly-kiss?”
“Um, no.” Morgan lifted an eyebrow. “Aren’t those the kind you give to children?”
Jared grinned. “No, I mean the grown up version.” He set his lips to her throat. Opening his mouth slightly he dragged his tongue along her skin. Moving down a bit, he trailed butterfly-kisses along her neck.
She shivered. “Oh, I like that kitty-cat boy.” A tingling sensation ran down her body as heat filled her panties, but it had nothing to do with the fire blazing behind them.
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The Hot Winter Nights Winner is…
The winner of the Hot Winter Night blog hop is…
Judyree!
Congratulations, Judyree!
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Congratulations again, and thank you everyone who posted.
Look for my next excerpt on Jared the Fierce Were-Tabby on December 14th.
Hot Winter Nights Blog Hop
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Part One: Jared the Fierce Were-tabby
By Janice Seagraves
Morgan stumbled into the ski lodge. Safe at last. She barely glanced at the rustic, rough-pine interior, as she limped past the quaint homey furniture. Her goal came into view, the huge stone fireplace. Why the hell do I let myself get talked into these things? What was I thinking? I’ve never skied in my life.
She removed her soaked gloves laid them on the hearth, then spread her frozen fingers toward the warmth of the crackling fire. Snow packed into the creases of her ski-pants, jacket and boots, but soon melted in the glorious heat. God, all this so Joan can flirt with her Italian stallion.
When the circulation returned to her icy body parts causing a pins and needles sensation, she let out a slight whimper, then she turned to let the roaring fire roast her rump. Morgan found herself staring into the amused green-eyed gaze of a man sitting directly behind her on a leather chair. With wide cheekbones and a face that tapered down to a narrow chin, he was definitely worth a look. His long legs stretched out emphasizing his lean build and athletic frame. He was attractively attired in hunter-green bib ski-pants, and matching sweater. His shock of bright orange-red hair stood on end. How unusual, it’s the same color as that cat I saw last night.
His full sensuous lips formed into a lazy smile. “You look like you’re frozen right through.” Then his glance slid over her curves, which sent her shivering for a completely different reason.
“Oh, I am.” She didn’t doubt he had checked her out when her back was to him. Morgan stopped rubbing her chilled behind, when she realized he watched her with unwavering attention. Then she wrapped her arms around herself.
“What you need is a hot toddy.” He sat up. “It’s excellent for when you have been exposed to the cold or had a shock to the system.”
Morgan arched an eyebrow. “Are you buying?”
“Sure, if your friend doesn’t mind me taking up some of your time?”
“Oh no, Joan wouldn’t mind. She’s busy skiing down the mountain with that hunky…” She stopped and blinked a couple of times. “My friend?”
“I saw you check in with her.”
“We got here so late, the only one up was the night manager, and a cat. I know you’re not the manager, so unless you’re trying to say that you’re the orange tabby cat, I don’t know how you could know that.”
He unfolded from his seat in one boneless movement, and stood so close she had to crane her neck up to look at him.
“My name is Jared Catterick.” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated straight through her, and did interesting things to her nether regions. “How about that drink?”
“Morgan Brookhaven.” She offered her hand.
“Hi, Morgan.” He took her ice-cold hand in his deliciously warm one. “Come with me and I’ll help thaw you out.” The heat of his gaze traveled down her body.
She smiled. My vacation just took an interesting turn, for the better. “How can I refuse such a delightful invitation?”
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Please check back for Part Two which will post on December 14th
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I won the Nanowrimo contest!
I won the Nanowrimo Contest!!!
This is from the winner page:
Congratulations, novelist! You won!
Here at NaNoWriMo HQ, we are cheering ourselves hoarse in recognition of your epic creative accomplishment this November. One month ago, you committed yourself to this wild write-a-thon: 30 days of high-velocity, no-holds-barred, anything-goes noveling.
And now, 50,000 words and one month later, you are a NaNoWriMo Winner!
