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Six Sentence Sunday

 

Thank you to everyone who pops in, I really appreciate all of your support.

Her ia a little six from my upcoming paranormal Romance ‘Cinderella. Demon Tales 2″ Due out in September. 

 

i hope you enjoy it x

Rose watched the drunken carnage with disapproval—though she worked hard at keeping it from her face. When the queen noticed her waiting, her make-up smeared expression turned dark. Rose sagged inside, her aunt was a mean woman anyway, but full of alcohol, she was just plain nasty.

“Rose, about time you came. I was looking for you for ages.” The queen’s voice was screechy and loud, every harsh syllable a blade to her already aching head. 

 

 

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Friend Friday

 
I’d like to welcome E. Jamie to my little blog. she is here to tell us about her new book We’ll Meet Again.
I’d like to promote my historical erotic romance We’ll Meet Again from Noble Romance Publishing: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/362/We’ll-Meet-Again
blurb: It’s 1943; Cassie Atherton’s fiancé Phillip Davis is fighting in the war, and she is doing her part as an American nurse in England. When nursing a seriously injured English captain named Edward James Harrison, Cassie suddenly finds herself truly in love for the very first time. Instantly drawn to each other, Cassie tries to resist James’s shameless flirting but the two of them grow close during his convalescence. They know their futures lie elsewhere but neither expect their parting to come when the unexpected death of her father calls Cassie back home. James returns to active duty and ends up on a mission with Phillip in Japan, where both men are captured. Their joint suffering in the POW camp under Lieutenant Dai bonds them as the best of friends.

They manage to escape, and Phillip brings James with him when he returns to Boston and Cassie, not being aware that the two already know each other. Torn between friendship and love, honor and passion, against a backdrop of violence and historical upheaval, Cassie and James try to fight a love that refuses to be denied.

 excerpt:

Cassie made her way down the curved white and black staircase to greet whoever was at the door. Rafe, the butler, took a step back in surprise. Phillip stepped past him and met her gaze.
Relief and joy burst through her. She cried out his name and launched herself at him. “Oh my God!” She wrapped her arms tight around him and sobbed into his neck. “You’re really here. You’re alive!”
His arms were like tight bands around her waist and he rubbed his face against hers, kissing her neck, then her cheek before catching her mouth.
When he finally set her back on her feet, she heard her mother coming up behind them and turned to let Sarah see Phillip for herself. Out of the corner of her eye Cassie caught sight of someone still in the dark doorway behind Phillip. “Oh, you brought someone with you? I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t see you stand–”
The man stepped forward, filling the doorway, filling the foyer with his presence, and filling Cassie with a mix of joy and panic.
James.
He was looking at her, studying her.His dark eyes . . . caramel eyes, Cassie remembered, moved over her and there was no doubt in her mind that though he’d never seen her, he knew who she was.
Phillip turned from greeting Sarah with a hug, and smiled as he beckoned James to come closer. “May I introduce Captain James Harrison?”
“Oh, pleased to meet you, Captain. Please, come in.”
“If it wasn’t for James, I wouldn’t be here,” Phillip said seriously.
“Yes, we heard that you had been in some prison in Japan. However did you escape? Oh listen to me. You must be exhausted and hungry. Forgive me. Have you seen your parents yet?” Sarah asked, guiding Phillip across the beige marble floor into the sitting room.
Cassie couldn’t seem to move. James’s eyes held her still even as they moved over her fervently as if trying to suck all of her in and comparing it to the picture of her he had in his mind.
Did he find her lacking?
She ran a nervous hand along side of her black wool skirt. The movement  seemed to jerk him out of his thoughts.
His gaze met hers and his eyes . . . oh sweet lord, those beautiful eyes, seemed to soften.
“I knew it,” he whispered.
He almost seemed to be talking to himself and not directly at her. ”I knew you’d be beautiful.”
Her face went hot and she cleared her throat, forcing herself to speak, to guide him away fromthat line of conversation. “Are you . . . well?”
James nodded slowly. “Yes, Cassandra.”

Excerpt. The One That Got Away

Today I want to share with you a little excerpt from my contemporary novella ‘The One That Got Away’

 

Enjoy x

Cammy put the phone down and stared at the door leading to the pub. She sat at her large oak desk, the accounts suddenly forgotten, and chewed on her bottom lip. She knew he would come in tonight; she had known their meeting in the car-park wouldn’t be the end. If not for her rude behavior, he might have just followed her then.

It seemed that in all the years he hadn’t changed. He was as stubborn as ever—and as gorgeous, and sexy, and…oh what did it matter? Guilt struck her with a bolt of pain in her chest for the way she had behaved. It wasn’t his fault her life was a skeleton of what she had hoped. It wasn’t his fault she was bitter and lonely…well, at least, not directly.

Cammy took a deep breath and stood up, her insides swimming around and her heart throbbing wildly against her breast bone. He was back.

Still she couldn’t believe it. For the last six hours she had gone from being numb and in total shock to actually feeling happy—to then disappointing herself with the idea he might be

married, might even have kids. She caught the edge of the desk as she stumbled over some badly placed files on the floor.

She was a mess; no longer the confident girl he used to know, no longer the happy-go- lucky person she once was, scarred and damaged in more ways than physical. Would Will even like her now? Not many did. She was often called surly and sulky.

She was neither.

Cammy was scared and pessimistic. It was not something she had learned to get over. Could anyone get over what she had endured?

She lifted her gaze just as her office door handle tilted and the door opened. Cammy’s heart gave a heavy thud inside her chest and her mind screamed—Will! But when Chris stepped through the doorway and into her small, scruffy office, she had to tug her face into an expression that didn’t show her disappointment.

It wasn’t Will.
But he was here, in her bar…
“Yes, Chris?” she asked, doing her best to smile. Surly and sulky; the words hurt,

especially because inside she was bright and friendly. Or, at least, she used to be.
Chris tilted his head to duck under the hanging light. He was tall and well built and he made her office feel cramped. He gave her a winning smile and ran his bar rag through his hands. Chris was lovely, a couple of years younger than Cammy, but he was a farmer’s lad and a bloody good barman to boot. He had often showed interest in Cammy, and if she had been anything like she used to be, she would have taken him up on his offer many a time. But

she was no longer that Cammy, and therefore she had never accepted his offer.
“The barrels need changing, so I could use your help on the bar,” he hedged. Cammy saw he was hanging back to ask something, and she knew it was about Will waiting in the bar. She nodded and tried to walk past him, but Chris took her arm gently. “Do you want me to send him away?” His voice was low and calm, but Cammy sensed something akin to aggression inher friend’s face.

Cammy tugged her arm free and shot Chris a scowl. “Why would you do that?” she asked, definitely feeling a ruffling of her feathers at his dictatorial tone.

“You don’t have people—men—asking for you often.” Chris tilted his head towards the bar. “And I don’t like the look he has in his eye.” 

Thank you for reading x

 

 

 

You can find The One That Got Away on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Secret Cravings publishing, goodreads, and Bookstrand x

http://www.amazon.com/The-One-That-Away-ebook/dp/B007SNSGWQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1337515122&sr=8-1

 

The moment I will never forget…

 

 

 

It is not often that I blog about something very personal. I usually blog about books, things I have noticed and humour, but I have never blogged about a personal moment from my life. I always felt that i should keep that kind of stuff to myself. I do talk about my family and my kids, but usually it is really general stuff. Humorous things that tickle me.

Today, I am going to change this.

I wanted to share a personal moment from my life, a moment in time that I will cherish forever. A moment that I cannot get out of my mind.

As you know, I am a romance writer, a person who believes in love and the power of a good relationship. But I do live in the real world too. Life, and every day, is full of boring, routines that can, literally make you groan with depression. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my life, I LOVE my kids.I am not moaning about my down trodden life, because I feel very lucky. BUT, every day life is full of kids, housework, work, washing, dusting, hoovering…you get the gist.

Romance and passionate loving has no room in my bleach cleaned, kid busy day-to-day life. And I miss it.

So when my hubby suggested that we take a long weekend away, I said ‘yes’ faster than a second.

He booked for us to drive to Cannes–where the film festival is in France–and stay in a beautiful Chateau for two nights. *I know, squeeee* We left on the Saturday and drove the four hours to the beach town. When we got there, we checked in to the wonderful hotel and then we went to the beach to find somewhere to have dinner.

This is where my memory begins…  After we ate, we walked down to the sand and sat on the beach. And do you know what we did then?…..Nothing. 

Yep, nothing. We sat on the sand for hours talking, laughing and watching the beautiful sun set. Time just flew by as we listened to the waves sliding in and out. The sounds of people laughing and chatting in the distance were just a  low whisper against the lulling sounds of the beach. It was perfect, and something I can’t recall ever doing before. The sun set in a burning ball of orange fire, and light sparkled off the water like a million diamonds. I could have stayed there forever, with my husband’s arm around me and his deep voice in my ear.

 

That is the  special moment I cannot wipe from my mind. It keeps popping into my mind and making me smile. Our lives are so hectic, so fast paced, full of noisy kids, time tables and appointments. And we went to Cannes, and stopped. …we just stopped. And I loved every moment of it.

I would love to hear about your most romantic moment.

Thanks for reading.

Kerrianne

 

Friend Friday

This weeks Friend Friday is  with Sarah Brooks and her Book  Chasing sin… Love that cover x

 

Every spring, Kate risks her life chasing violent storms. Tired of watching her take unnecessary chances, two of her closest friends offer a different thrill. Devoted lovers Snyder and Tripp don’t just share a passion for nature’s fury; they long to have the fearless woman between them.

Though she is reluctant, she also knows the proposition is too irresistible to refuse. Her acceptance leads to an explosive night of no-holes-barred sex for the threesome. However, when morning dawns, she realizes this type of unusual relationship isn’t one she belongs in.

Despite her best efforts to keep the men at arm’s length, Kate finds herself facing down the storm of the century with them at her side. With Mother Nature intruding, the trio discovers shelter in each other’s arms. With the hurricane raging outside and passion raging inside, everything is at stake.

 

An Excerpt From: CHASING SIN

Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10037-chasing-sin.aspx

 

Chapter One

 

“She’s fucking insane.”

Snyder slammed on the brakes and narrowly missed Kate’s Jeep when she swerved in front of him. “Give me directions instead of commentary, Tripp. You pay attention to the tornado and I’ll pay attention to crazy drivers.”

He gunned the engine of his truck as he watched the offending vehicle speed down the dirt road dividing a freshly plowed field. “Where the hell is she going?” he muttered, more to himself than his partner in the passenger seat.

The ominous supercell had dropped a howling twister a few miles back. Now the race was on to catch it. Tripp’s fingers tapped on the screen of the tablet he was using for a GPS. “Take this road here and keep following it. Should put us a few miles ahead of this cell.”

“Got it. What kind of action are you seeing?”

The keys of the laptop mounted to the dashboard clacked as Tripp’s fingers flew over them and he snorted. “Straight and steady, for the moment. Kate must know something we don’t.”

Snyder gritted his teeth as he flipped on the blinker and sped past a slower moving car. “Not my problem right now. Besides, she isn’t exactly behaving any differently than normal.”

Their colleague Kate Sinclair was a risk taker and an adrenaline junkie—a definite plus considering the reason they drove thousands of miles in one day. Craziness was always beneficial when chasing violent storms that were capable of leveling entire towns. Snyder hated to admit it, but Kate’s brash actions always got the team what they needed. The data they collected was vital and necessary to increase warning times.

“Just get me where I need to be so we can intercept this thing and get out of here before things really get nasty.”

“Take a right. Pick up the road at the end and follow it out.”

The abrupt change of direction worried Snyder. “Is it shifting?”

“A bit, yeah. This should compensate and keep us in the path. Shit.”

Been waiting for that. Out of the corner of his eye, Snyder saw Tripp Dawson drum his fingers against the seat while he studied the netbook in his lap. That kind of contemplation was not a good sign when they were chasing a vortex generating winds over one hundred miles an hour. “What now?”

Tripp muttered something under his breath and Snyder cleared his throat to get his attention. “Shifting again. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of clear path that I can make out. She went from straight as an arrow to as crooked as the mountains back home. It’s almost impossible to track like this—look out!”

Prepared this time, Snyder let off the accelerator and tapped the brakes. To his left, Kate’s white Jeep sped through a stop sign. If he hadn’t stopped before the intersection, she would have slammed into the side of his truck.

Fucking insane is putting it lightly.

Well past annoyed now, he immediately jerked the wheel to the right and slammed the accelerator to the floor. Tripp fumbled for the handle over the window as the truck hit a few cavernous potholes that sent expensive equipment flying. Snyder would replace anything he broke with his own money when this chase was over. For the moment, broken equipment was the least of his worries.

Knowing she wouldn’t bother to answer her cell phone, Snyder thumbed the receiver on his radio with one hand and hollered into the handset. “Kate, get your head out of your ass. You’re going to get one of us killed if you keep driving like this.”

The vehicle in front of them took a hard left without signaling or stepping on the brakes. Caught unaware, Snyder flew past the turn, unable to stop with his heavier vehicle.

“Fuck me. SKYWARN spotters report it’s increasing in size and strength again. Just took out the entire power grid.”

The laptop they used for their storm lab broke free from its clips and hit the windshield as Snyder slammed on the brakes and threw the gearshift into reverse. Tripp scrambled to collect everything before it went flying.

On the right path, Snyder used the radio once more. “Kate, this thing is bigger than they’re expecting and growing by the second. It’s too damn dangerous. Call off the chase now. It’s not worth the risk.”

When radio silence met him, he tossed the receiver to the dashboard and gripped the steering wheel. This time, when Kate made a sharp turn, he was ready for it and took it with her.

“We’re not chasing the funnel anymore, are we?” Snyder kept his focus on the road ahead and ignored Tripp’s question. He pushed the truck more than he would have normally because the tornado was the least of his worries. The last thing he wanted to do was scrape Kate off the side of some dirt back road in the middle of Kansas.

Kate suddenly braked, coming to a complete stop in the center of the road. Her door flew open and she jumped out, camera in hand. Ignoring the truck as they approached, she immediately went to the other side of the Jeep, using the front quarter panel to brace her body against the wind.

Snyder stopped the truck a few yards away and narrowed his gaze as he kept an eye on his colleague, who’d willingly put herself in danger. “What does Doppler say?”

“Radar is showing it’s losing some energy, but still staying on this heading.”

Which mean it would pass close by, but not enough to put them in any kind of serious danger. Snyder leaned forward and adjusted the video camera mounted on the dash as he studied the dark clouds.

The radio crackled and Tripp made a grab for it. “Blaney? We got one.”

“We lost you guys back near the airport. Where the hell are you?”

“We’re out on 9 near Jewell.” Tripp shook his head and rolled his eyes at Snyder with all the hoots and hollers that came across the radio. The group was an assortment of students from Kate’s forecasting classes at the University of Oklahoma. Most of them were just as crazy as the woman in front of them.

“Caught it, didn’t you? We’ll monitor things from here. Charley is getting some good video.”

So is someone else. Snyder continued to watch as Kate snapped picture after picture of the storm and wondered what had driven her to take this track. He would have never guessed the storm would be here right at this moment. He’d always thought his instincts about storms were dead on until he’d met Kate five years ago.

Their first day in the field, she’d put him to utter shame when he hadn’t followed her forecasting and ended up in another state. She’d intercepted the storm of her career and he’d encountered nothing but miles and miles of a sky free of any sort of storm clouds. His first blue sky bust.

He and Tripp had learned a lot since then, and they owed it all to Kate.

“Not good. Not good.”

The tight strain in Tripp’s voice caught Snyder’s attention. “What?”

“Tornado’s heading right for us.”

Fear tightened Snyder’s gut as Tripp’s worried gaze met his. “Hell. Get over here. Turn us around and I’ll get her whether or not she likes it.” Wind bit at him as soon as he stepped out of the truck. Focused on one goal, he didn’t care if it ripped him to shreds.

He focused on the fact they all needed to get out of here.

As he held up his arms to deflect the wind, the rain started. Driven by high-speed winds, the drops lashed at him, soaking his clothing in seconds. The heavy weight of his wet cotton tee and jeans didn’t deter him in his quest. He fought the gusts, wrestling with the ferocity of nature to get to his goal.

The howling was horrible and reminded him of a jet engine barreling down a runway right for them. That strong wind whipped Kate’s black hair, tangling it as she widened her stance in order to brace herself from the approaching storm. She moved with a casual ease that gave no hint to the danger swirling less than a half mile from where they stood.

The elephant-trunk-shaped tornado gave a deep growl as it chewed up the field. It had darkened considerably since they’d started the chase, the dirt and debris it churned up altering the color to a deep, murky gray. If Snyder hadn’t been so worried about getting Kate and leaving, he might have taken the time to be impressed with Mother Nature’s creation.

He ducked as a thin tree branch narrowly missed his head and reminded him why he was in this mess. The Jeep provided a good anchor and he braced himself against it as he pressed forward.

“Kate, we have to get out of here.”

She was so focused she didn’t even bother to look at him. “I’ll be fine. She’s been shifting the whole path. She’ll shift again.”

“No, she won’t. She’s headed right for you. Come on!”

Fairy Tales. How do they fit into modern society?

I have just released a fairy tale retelling, and all of the chats and interviews I have done to publicise it have really got me thinking about what role Fairy Tales have in our modern society?

Years ago, women were brought up to believe that a woman’s role was to be a housewife and a mother, and a frequent ‘bed partner’ for a man—there were a few other jobs, but I am pretty sure they involved waiting on other people. (Hisssssss) And while I am not a feminist in any way, I hate that stereotype being made by anyone.

I am proud to show my daughter—and Son for that matter—that mummy is just as valuable as Daddy within the house and outside the home. That Mummy can pay the bills just as well as daddy—and that Daddy can do the washing just as well as mummy (Bar that one time he shrunk my favourite jumper…but we wont go there…) My son is learning to iron, just as my daughter will when she is older, and not so clumsy. LOL

I teach my children to respect everyone equally, and not to assume that anyone will do their jobs when they grow up.

That said. As soon as my daughter was old enough, I sat her in front of my favourite Disney Fairy Tale (Beauty and the Beast) and gushed at the romance, and the pretty dresses and the old fashioned values. I used her as an excuse to be able to watch them all over again. My daughter loved them, of course. Her favourite fairy tale is Enchanted.

In Enchanted, the princess goes on about ‘one true love’ and she hurries around doing the housework and shopping, and dressing like a pretty lady all the time. The stereotype is very strong in this film—even more so than some of the original tales.

Should this bother me? Should the idea that my daughter is forming an opinion about a woman’s place from watching/reading fairy tales?

Or, is it just a little girl seeing the pretty dresses and hearing the lovely songs, and that I, as a mum, wife and hater of all things domestic, am just seeing a jaded view of what a fairy tale is trying to promote?

Then I remembered how much my daughter loves Lady GaGa songs Rolls eyes and I realised, that just because a little girl enjoys to watch or listen—or dance to incessantly—to something it doesn’t mean that she wants to be that person. Or, I bloody hope not—not if she wants to be Lady GaGa, I think her Daddy would die! LOL But i think it shows me that little girls and little boys take values of others–friends, parents and external influences–and become their own person, with their down set of values. 

So, what do you think? Are Fairy Tales out-dated by our modern standards? Or are they just a story that taps into the imagination of every little girl?

Harmless fiction? Or an out-dated social standard we are still trying to instil in our kids?

*I do, however LOVE the fact the they promote ‘real’ love and Romance. It is something EVERYONE, not just little girls, should believe in* 

Excerpt–Running Home

Today I have decided to post an excerpt from my first book, Running Home. This is a nice scene which i think gives a great insight into the two characters–Jo, and Tom.

 

Enjoy x

Tom dipped his bread into the stew. The spicy, meaty meal was not much of a distraction to him compared to the timid woman who stood watching the food as if she had never seen anything like it in her life.

It took all of his restraint not to stand up, grab her, and force her to eat. He knew only too well what it was like to fight an inner battle. The woman looked like she hadn’t eaten a good meal in weeks. Unexpected anger flared inside his chest, shocking him.

“I’m Tom Cane, by the way,” he offered. He kept his eyes on his food, not wanting to intimidate her.

After a moment, Tom lifted his curious gaze. She was looking at the door, her hands twisting, and her white teeth chewing at her bottom lip. The sight pained him, angered him. Why was she so scared?

“Sit down. It’s getting cold,” he ordered. If she wouldn’t make the choice, then Tom would make it for her.

Jo turned and stared at the table with sad eyes. Resignation crept across her face and she dropped into the chair. He dipped his bread again, relieved when she reached over and picked up her own bread roll.

“This is good.” Her softly spoken words made his skin tingle. His body jerked as the sound of her voice made his heart jump. He looked up and her deep, sorrowful, brown eyes held him captive.

“Thank you.” He wanted to say more—not knowing how. For three years his life had been quiet, just him and the farm. Since he had come home, injured and unable to serve his country any longer, he had been quiet, except for his fits of rage. Eventually, he had taken over the farm, and now he spoke only when he needed to. Some days that was not at all.

They sat in silence as they ate the comforting stew. He noticed her slowly relaxing, the stiff line of her shoulders dropping, and her frown smoothing out.

His small house had warmed up and was quite cozy now. It worried him that she was so desperate to go back out into the frigid autumn air. What is she running from? Did she go out for a walk and get lost? He looked at her dirty, torn clothes and flimsy trainers and thought not. She had bruises and small cuts that marred her soft-looking skin, and that was just what he could see. How damaged was the rest of her body?

Anger swelled inside him. His eyes fell to her left hand. Relief cooled his veins when he saw no ring. Not that that meant anything. Lots of people didn’t wear rings.

“You married?” It was a simple question really, but it turned his stomach. He didn’t know why it should. She stopped stirring her stew, and bit her bottom lip. A pulse of irrational jealousy throbbed through Tom’s mind. She is married.

Tom couldn’t imagine she had been married long. She looked quite young. His gaze traveled over her bent head. Her dark hair flopped loosely around her face, obscuring her expression.

Did her husband do this?

“Yes,” she whispered, in a voice barely loud enough for Tom to hear. He saw the tension return to her shoulders.

“Are you running from your husband?” He yanked back his growing anger. What fucking right does a man have to treat a woman this way?

After a tense moment, Jo stood up and turned her back on Tom.
He had been right. And, shit, how he hated it.
Tom laid his spoon down, sat back, and watched her pace the living room. Her eyes

strayed to the front door, as if she were still contemplating running.
“You are safe here,” he said, allowing his voice to harden a little. The sight of her

trembling body, wrapped in those pitifully ruined clothes tore at his resolve. He stood up and walked a little way around the table. “You don’t have to leave tonight.”

“I do.”

Tom found himself lost in her stare. Pain and hurt stared back at him from eyes so pretty they stole his cool. She looked lost. Tom stepped a little closer, to comfort her, to make her see she didn’t have to be frightened of him, to let her know nothing could touch her while she was there.

He knew he was not a traditionally handsome man. His time in the army and Iraq had hardened his features. The scar that dented his right cheek probably looked gruesome to her. Tom knew his limp was off-putting and he looked ruined and weak. For the first time since he had left the army, he wanted to look different. He wanted to stand tall again, and be free of the constant pain that throbbed and burned in his leg.

His palm itched to soothe the worry from her eyes, to softly stroke the hair that had fallen over her cheek. If he could only run his fingers through her hair, he was sure he would never feel anything softer, but he had to control his hands.

“I can’t stay here,” she said. 

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Friend Friday

This weeks Friend Friday is coming from Emily Cale and Angela s Stone. Two, very wonerful friends with a very brilliant book to show off!

Goalie Interference

By Emily Cale and Angela S. Stone

Hockey goalie Tarah ‘TJ’ Elliot is too busy stopping pucks to go looking for love. When her friend Natalie sets her up through Madame Eve’s 1 Night Stand service, she grudgingly agrees to go. Her ultimate fantasy comes true when Scott Alarid, one of the top scorers in the league, shows up at her hotel room. Hockey player TJ can’t possibly spend a night with him, but Tarah certainly can.

Scott’s tired of dealing with women who only like him for his all-star status. After his teammates arrange a date for him using the 1NS website, he’s delighted to find a woman who doesn’t know a thing about the sport. But, will the truth force them to put their relationship on ice?

Buy Links:

Publisher: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=523&osCsid=h1m3k3g5klb1tkvl4acmnbqp21

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Goalie-Interference-Night-Series-ebook/dp/B007UK9DWO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334675505&sr=8-1

Excerpt:

Finally. What kind of guy showed up late for a first date, anyway? After thirty minutes of exploring the room’s features then sitting on the couch flipping through TV channels, TJ had been tempted to bolt the door and pretend she’d left when he showed up. If he ever did. For a while, she’d been skeptical. When the front desk called to confirm she expected company, she almost told them to turn him away. He deserved it, after keeping her waiting so long. Taking a final look in the full-length mirror, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

Fuck. What the hell was Scott Alarid doing there? “Hi,” she said, her voice wavering. You sound like a teenager at a boy band concert. Pull it together.

“Hello.”

After three years playing in the ECPHL, she should have been over her nervousness when it came to big time hockey players, but her knees still went weak when she encountered any of the more famous guys. He counted as a star. Super star, actually. Lead scorer, team captain, and potential to end up in the big leagues. She’d wanted to meet him for years. Sure, she’d seen him on the ice during games, but from a distance, and she’d never spoken to him. Of course, he had the worst timing in the world. Her date would be here any minute and she’d have to send him away.

Wait. Natalie was the only one who knew her plans, her friend would never tell anyone about the arrangements for the evening. “What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t this room 1018?” He glanced at the number plate on the door and frowned.

“Yes.” That figured. He didn’t know whose room he’d knocked on. The man probably got confused on his way to meet one of his friends. For a second, she’d thought he might be the guy she’d been set up with. Yeah, because she always got that lucky.

“Then I guess I’m your date for the night.”

Her heart raced as she stood dumbfounded. That couldn’t be right. He took a step forward and she moved aside so he could cross the threshold.

“I think my friends said your name was Tarah?”

Ouch. He didn’t recognize her. Not even a little bit. She’d gone by TJ since childhood. Outside of her family, few people even knew what it stood for. She shut the door and turned toward him. He glanced back at her, but not even the slightest hint of familiarity registered in his face. “Yeah.”

Even though he’d crushed her ego, she started to see an upside. The awkwardness of TJ and Scott together after a one-night encounter could be trouble for a lot of people. The hockey magazines would have a field day speculating about their secret relationship and the possibility of a pregnancy. Plus, they’d have to see each other on the ice at games and at publicity functions for years to come. Her teammates would be more than happy to torment her for the rest of her career over it.

Tarah didn’t have any of those problems. She was a woman on a blind date, nothing more.

“You have a last name?”

“Not tonight.” That would make things a lot simpler. He might not recognize her, but her surname would give her away. If not now, at their game tomorrow, when they announced the lineup. Most of the time she wore a mask that covered her face and more padding than people would think possible. Dressed in her uniform and gear, she didn’t blame the people who mistook her for a man. She preferred it most of the time. Helped to equalize her position on the team.

Her slight deception might not lead to the fairy tale ending Natalie hoped for, but TJ would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about him. With his shaggy brown hair and blue eyes, he managed to mesmerize every woman who came within a fifty-foot radius. “It’s just Tarah.” She’d never considered the idea, but being mysterious turned her on.

He shrugged. “Sounds good to me.” He took a quick peek around the corner toward the sitting room then straightened. “I’m Scott.”

Blog Post By Pippa J Green.

Blood and Ink – Writing Tattoos

When I started looking into publication for Keir, and at the titles that were around at the time, I noticed a heavy preference for tattoos, especially in the current trend of paranormal titles. Now when I first ‘saw’ Keir in my head, I’d covered him in tattoos. Not because that was the trend or the preference. Not even because I was a fan of them. I didn’t even have one myself, or really know anyone else with one either.

So one thing I did want to know was – how does it actually feel to have a tattoo? I’d considered it as a teenager, but back then the prospect of marking my own skin for the rest of my life just seemed too daunting. I’d already had my ears pierced three times each side, and felt that was enough. However, a few months after writing Keir and with my 40th birthday looming, I decided to be bold. I’d rather regret doing something than NOT doing it.

Even when I booked it, I don’t think my husband really thought I’d go through with it. I’m not good with pain (apparently that’s partly down to being a redhead – there’s scientific evidence that we have more pain receptors than other hair colourings – truly!) and I was afraid that the first stab of the needle would send me screaming for the door.

I’m not going to lie – it hurt. Not quite as I’d imagined it. Like cutting yourself and getting lemon juice in the cut. I had a celtic butterfly done on the top of my right wrist, and the tattooist swore over the delicacy of it. Bizarrely, I’m quite willing – keen in fact – to have another done when funds permit, so it can’t have been that bad.

 

So I did my ‘research’. I know what it feels like to have a tattoo. I could extrapolate the pain of that one into a body’s worth and imagine the effect that might have on a young boy (yeah, I’m cruel!). But Keir’s appearance left me with another problem. I had very specific ideas of the kind of tattoos he should have. Do you know how hard it is to find stock images that come anywhere near?! Try it. It drove me insane!

It also gave my publisher some trouble. Although I loved my cover when it first arrived in my inbox, the complete lack of tattoos was an instant shock. They’re such an important part of the story – of Keir himself. But the publisher said it would be difficult to put them on and have them look effective.

After some discussion between publisher and editor and me, and a couple of trial mock-ups, Keir got some tatts. Okay, they might not be the ones described in the book, but at least he has them. A token gesture.

 

So if you’d like to know exactly how Keir came by his tattoos and what they really look like, I have a free e-book up for one random commentator (please leave your e-mail address in the comment, and all prizes will be drawn after midnight BST on the 14th May at the end of the tour). Just tell me if you have a tattoo, or what you might have done if you decided to go ahead and get one.

There’s also a special swag bag up for grabs on my blog here from the 7th May to celebrate the official release day.

Keir – a science-fiction romance available 7th May 2012 from Lyrical Press Inc:

http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=81&products_id=513

Blurb:

Outcast. Cursed. Dying. Is Keir beyond redemption?

For Keirlan de Corizi–the legendary ‘Blue Demon’ of Adalucien–death seems the only escape from a world where his discolored skin marks him as an oddity and condemns him to life as a pariah. But salvation comes in an unexpected guise: Tarquin Secker, a young woman who can travel the stars with a wave of her hand.

But Quin has secrets of her own. She’s spent eternity searching through space and time with a strange band of companions at her back. Defying her friends’ counsel, Quin risks her apparent immortality to save Keir. She offers him sanctuary and a new life on her home world, Lyagnius.

When Keir mistakenly unleashes his dormant alien powers and earns instant exile from Quin’s home world, will she risk everything to stand by him again?

Book trailer:

 

BIO:

A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. Between torturing her characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 18 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

LINKS:

Blogsite: http://pippajay.blogspot.com/

Twitter:  @pippajaygreen   http://twitter.com/pippajaygreen

Facebook:  Keir – Beyond Redemption (book page) https://www.facebook.com/pages/Keir-Beyond-Redemption/114058821953752

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5054558.Pippa_Jay

Beauty and the Beast–the Demon Tales. 1 RELEASE DAY!!!!!!

Beauty and the Beast–The Demon Tale Book 1, is released!!! Squeee!! 

I am so excited to share this story, and i can’t believe the day is actually here!!! Anyone who visits my blog often, knows how much i love paranormal Romance, and the idea that i have my own story out there, is AMAZING to me!

I can’t thank all at Secret Cravings Publishing enough, I feel so lucky! *Big sloppy kisses*

To celebrate! I am going to giveaway a copy of Beauty and the Beast –and a $5 Secret Cravings gift voucher to one commenter. Tell me, which is your favourite Fairy tale, and why? 

Blurb

When Princess Callindra of Tempath, wakes up hog-tied and bruised in the bowels of hell, she realizes that her plan to escape her up-coming marriage has gone horribly wrong. Her only hope of escape comes in the form of Brigg, cursed Rain Demon and bitter, human hating bastard. But beggars can’t be choosers.

When Brigg finds himself in possession of a human and a horde of angry demons desperate to get her back, he flees. When he realizes that she is the daughter of the witch that cursed him and his family, he believes that he has finally got the opportunity he has been hoping for. The only thing he must decide now is what is more important to him, the reversal of the curse, or revenge?

Neither one are prepared for the flame that ignites between them. But will the spark be enough to break to the curse that holds them apart?

Excerpt:

ally looked at Sam’s arm and saw the bandage. The cotton was mostly red, the blood had obviously soaked through.

“Oh my!” She gasped.

Both Demons stopped and turned. Brigg frowned and his worried gaze flowed over her whole body in seconds, leaving a strange heat in its wake.

“What is it, Cally?” Brigg asked, his big strides quickly eating up the distance between them. He sounded angry, but was that concern in his eyes? When he was in front of her, Cally looked up and wanted to smile. He was concerned—and why that made her feel all fuzzy inside she didn’t know, but with him stand so close she was suddenly aware of her heart as it throbbed wildly in her chest. He had such emotion-filled eyes. She wondered again what he looked like under all that fur. She was sure he was very handsome.

“It’s just I noticed Sam’s arm, and the blood. I was worried.” Brigg scowled and flicked a look over his shoulder to where Sam stood watching. He stepped back, and Cally saw his hands as they curled into tight fists. Something dark and angry flicked over his face . “You are not a nurse, Cally.”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts. He’ll get that fixed at his castle. It’s not your job.” And then he turned away, leaving Cally standing alone and confused. Sam watched Cally, holding an expression that looked like sympathy before he turned and walked with Brigg again, leaving her alone and stumbling to keep up.

Thank you so much for stopping by, and don’t forget to comment to be in with a chance at winning!

Here is the buy link ; http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=products_all&filter_author=104

 AND for another chance to win, go to Emily Cale’s blog where I am doing another GIVEAWAY! http://www.emilycale.com/2012/04/finding-cally-guest-post-and-contest.html

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