tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257335932012-01-27T20:47:33.882-04:00Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.comBlogger5681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-68529005081986528162012-01-27T18:17:00.001-04:002012-01-27T18:18:42.026-04:00<br><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eQDoAcIzTA/TyMh8l9WwCI/AAAAAAAABxM/qGUFuNo8siM/s1600/bookimage.jpg"><span><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eQDoAcIzTA/TyMh8l9WwCI/AAAAAAAABxM/qGUFuNo8siM/s400/bookimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702438878046502946" /></span></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>I was recently asked why I chose to place work with so many different publishers, and what was the advantage of having multiple publishers. It got me thinking about that precise question. Many authors like to have more than one publisher listed on their sites and credits, and I suppose everyone has their own reasons for it. For me, it’s really a question of finding what works for certain stories and expanding readership.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>As with all things, everyone has loyalties and favourites. I suspect it’s no different with publishing than any other area of life. If readers find books they like with one publisher, they are more inclined to stay with that house and go back often to select books and test the waters with the new authors who join the house. So, for someone who likes to write a lot and is prolific, multiple houses is a great option to get your name and work on front of as many new readers as realistically possible.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>There are pros and cons to every choice we make. This one is no different than any other. For some people, having work spread out in too many markets simply makes it hard to find what is new. For others, it’s a matter of common sense. Not all publishers are open to all genres, and even when/if they are, they might not always be the best fit for certain types of stories. For me, again, it’s a matter of attempting to find where the story fits best for the market I want. You can’t really expect a publisher known primarily for erotica to be a great fit for your Young Adult fiction. Nor can you expect a mainstream publisher to be overjoyed with your erotic romance submissions. If you want to write in many genres, or mix them up, you have to research your publishers the same way you do your books.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Financially, because let’s be real, this IS a business and we all want to make money, you are again faced with options and choices that you need to consider carefully. It isn’t always the top-line publisher that will be your best option if you have a story you really care about and want to see treated with the care you’ve given it. ALL publishers are good to their authors, it makes good business sense and it’s in everyone’s best interests to make a solid, amiable working relationship. That said, if the small publisher is more likely to invest attention and care into a work that means a lot to you, then sometimes it’s better to risk smaller royalty cheques and be happier with the published product, than to have it get lost in the crowd of other titles with a bigger house where everyone has to be given equal time.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>So, at this time I have nine publishers. Some I work with often, others seldom. I’m always looking for new houses, and that is in part why I have those nine publishers at the moment. I write all over the place, style wise and “heat range” are as varied as my mood. For me, this is about reaching as many readers as possible and finding new ways to tell good stories.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>By the way, as of last night, I have signed with a new house, too, so we’ll see how that adventure goes! Stay tuned for more information about a sexy new short story called RETURN TO LOVE, coming soon from Eirelander Publishing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-6852900508198652816?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-89426683639869389802012-01-22T12:21:00.003-04:002012-01-22T12:27:54.446-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgO5LxCYZK4/Txw4ysUINHI/AAAAAAAABxA/CkfGcY-DbV8/s1600/12840103.jpg"><span><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgO5LxCYZK4/Txw4ysUINHI/AAAAAAAABxA/CkfGcY-DbV8/s400/12840103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700493671884403826" /></span></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>So, here we are closing in on the end of January, rather quickly. Most of this first month of a new year has been spent in clearing up work from 2011 and setting into place new goals for 2012. I’ve had a few demons to put to rest, as well, and in the past five weeks, most of those shadows have in fact been exorcised.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>A couple of days ago I was drawn back into a world I had happily left behind. Unfortunately, unfinished business always finds a way to remind you of things not dealt with, and that was the case here. A random remark brought forth a wealth of answers to questions I’d dismissed as impossible to answer. Now, I have a lot of answers, a lot of information, and a few decisions to make about what will be done with the knowledge that is now in my keeping.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>What the hell am I talking about is what you’re thinking, no doubt. Let’s go back to 2011 for a few minutes and then move forward from there…</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Most people who know me have seen me supporting the entities known as “role-players” and advocating their desire to write and entertain as legitimate and worthy of praise. I still support anyone who wants to write, but I have to state categorically that I will never again endorse role-players on any level. Having been both friend and supporter, then labelled enemy over issues most adults would simply laugh at, I’ve reached a whole new level of understanding and in a real way, intolerance of the bullying and cowardice that goes with the role-play personality in far too many.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>I’ve read interviews with role-players, I’ve published them in my magazine. As someone noted when reading these interviews, they all spout the same crap and sound like they’re reading the same speech. What I wasn’t able to see last year, I see very clearly now that I’ve put distance between me and the insanity of this make-believe world. MOST of the people who come into this do so because they want to write. My advice, for what it’s worth, is write–don’t waste your energy engaged in something that violates the work of authors you claim to admire. But do so with the understanding that until you step away from your role-player style and mindset, your prose is going to be the stuff of editorial nightmares.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>I do believe when this kind of writing/entertainment begins it does so with an honest desire to be creative and interact with people. It’s alluring and addicting. But, despite a year’s worth of faith and involvement, I have yet to see anything really good come from living in this world. People lie, hide behind false identities, bully others, betray friendships, and all in the name of protecting their role-play or role-players. Facebook is home to much of this, and the “wars” never end there. Even those who scream they want no drama are continually creating it. As if there isn’t enough room on a site like Facebook for every group? Then there are the independent sites with their idealistic spiel about no drama and safety… It’s just the same game on a different website. There is no trust you can count on, and all the bonded friendships are illusions because you aren’t friends with a real person, just the role they play–there again is the voice of nasty experience.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>All in all, I’ve read the “brilliant” role-players and the average ones. Those who are praised for being great storytellers are often great conceptualists with poor skill in bringing those concepts and stories to life in literate prose. I’ve trusted few people in this make-believe world, and even those proved mistakes. So, now, there are approximately a dozen people still associated with me–and over 300 “friends” gone from my Facebook pages. Peace and sanity has returned.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Prior to the world of role-play, I had been on Facebook for three years with never a problem. During 2011, I was investigated twice because of activity reported on my pages, so is there a connection? I’m guessing there is…I no longer care. This crap is like a labyrinth you can’t escape until you’ve cleared the final gate. For me, this is the final gate. I enjoy the few sensible real people who remain in my life, and I’m grateful to role-play for introducing us, but mostly I am just damn relieved to have these people gone. As a role-playing friend of mine said recently, the real problem with RP is that it hides too many mental cases who bring all their crazy to characters who aren’t remotely as they are then presented to new fans and readers. Probably true, but irrelevant in the extreme. I know it’s made people I respected into total strangers once they become involved, and it’s ten negatives to every positive for what it brings into the lives of real people.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>At the end of the day, the biggest issue with all this make-believe is that it sucks in real people, and when things sour, the real people are the ones everyone talks about and the ones targeted by assholes who are still hiding behind false names. There are never two sides to an issue, only the make-believe one. Frankly, I see nothing of merit in this whole world. “Brilliant” writers write books and publish, and entertain people. End of. They do not use the work of others to make themselves writers. Original characters, if you want to write, you still have to take it out of the “acting” mode and turn it into accepted prose. If you can’t or won’t do that, perhaps it’s time to look at yourself honestly and face whatever it is in your psyche and your life that you’re desperately trying to hide from. Maybe once you face that, you’ll be less inclined to bully and attack everyone who doesn’t play into your fantasy.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Now, we are done with this issue/topic, and it's onward to real life and better days ahead! Happy New Year everyone!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-8942668363986938980?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-70740446446214562732012-01-13T17:14:00.003-04:002012-01-13T17:19:50.638-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">The three winners of a copy of LOST TO THE NIGHT are:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>Chrisbails</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>RhapsdybJ</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>6goldfish©J</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sending your books out now... thanks so much to everyone who dropped by this week!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7074044644621456273?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-66505194782027177512012-01-12T12:01:00.000-04:002012-01-12T12:01:00.149-04:00<text-align:></text-align:><text-align:><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Today we continue our week-long celebration of the authors featured in XOXO Publishing's recently released paranormal collection <b>LOST TO THE NIGHT</b>. We're chatting with the brilliant and amazing Kayden McLeod, who is familiar to many readers of paranormal romance for both her excellent stories and her dazzling book covers. So, let's get to talking with the lovely Kayden!</i></div><text-align:></text-align:><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s1600/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s400/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695683437695240194" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify; ">How long have you been writing? </span></div><br /><i>A little over fifteen years now, though I only babbled until about six years ago. </i><br /><br />How long have you been a published author?<br /><br /><i>Three years. </i><br /><br />What titles do you have available?<br /><br /><i>I have several series in paranormal: The Cornwall Coven, The Foxworth Coven, and The Jericho Coven. In erotica, I have Master of Subservience series. In addition several single titles. </i><br /><br />Is dark fantasy/paranormal your favourite genre? If so, what makes it so appealing to you?<br /><br /><i>It is! I love to read and write both genres, because of the freedom these allow. Anything can happen, and reality rules rarely apply. </i><br /><br />Do you have any new titles coming soon? <br /><br /><i>In Denyse’s Lost To The Night, Volume Two, I have another vampire tale. As well, more in my Master of Subservience series will be released. I am always working on a barrage of WIPs in a variety of genres. </i><br /><br />What is your favourite genre to read and why?<br /><br /><i>Fantasy/paranormal in equal doses, both adult and YA. I love reading about new worlds/alternate realities. </i><br /><br />What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?<br /><br /><i>Opening up a document, having little to no idea what is going to happen from the first sentence, and just start writing. </i><br /><br />If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?<br /><br /><i>Laurell K Hamilton. She is one of the biggest reasons I started writing. Both of her worlds within Faerie and the Anita Blake enrapture me. She writes in first person, which has always been something I enjoyed doing. </i><br /><br />Where can readers find you on the web?<br /><br /><a href="http://kaydenmcleod.com/">http://kaydenmcleod.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><b><i>Excerpt from The Bruja Ligera, found in Lost To The Night: </i></b><br /><br />Tears glittered in her eyes when she realized she had to tell him. She had to get this over with and see the disbelief in his eyes when she told him the truth until he demanded a demonstration that would seal his opinion once and for all.<br /><br />It had always been like that.<br /><br />Then he would have what he asked for and then he would run for the hills as fast as he could.<br /><br />The door opening made her jump, a ripple of pure hatred that was not her own teased her mind, a blackness so bitter her lip curled.<br /><br />One look in the mirror told her exactly who walked into the bathroom.<br /><br />“Well look whose hiding in the bathroom crying. Just the same baby you were back in junior high, aren’t you?” Kylie said in a singsong voice that went through Sorabella’s nerves like acid.<br /><br />Over the last few years, Kylie gained some weight, just about everywhere. Her stomach ballooned over her jeans, which were too tight and cut too low, made for a body she had when she was seventeen, and not twenty-three.<br /><br />“Look who came to gloat over something she knows absolutely nothing about.” The words escaped Sorabella’s mouth before she could pull them back, her tone biting and sarcastic.<br /><br />“I know more than enough, Sory.” Kylie snapped. “I know you’re into black magic and stuff, summoning demons and all that. I have watched the movies, I know what witches do.”<br /><br />Sorabella barely contained her laughter. She was, for lack of a better term since there really wasn’t one, a light witch. One that celebrated nature and used only energy from the earth, and simple vocal and herbal spells to power their magic.<br /><br />Never had either she or her mama delved into the deeper, darker magicks –the power in the ancient tombs, which held spells that were immoral and made every part of Sorabella shudder in disgust.<br /><br />Even in the extensive library in her mama’s home, no one would find such a book. Only the spells that didn’t require anything more than energy, stone and herb were displayed on those shelves.<br /><br />“Like I said, you don’t know anything.” Sorabella snapped, feeling her anger flare, normally tampered down so well, but it was now flowing through her veins and heating everything it touched.<br /><br />She hated Kylie in that moment for rushing her into something that she wanted no part in yet. She wasn’t ready, but now the cat was out of the bag, she might as well see it to the end. To wait, would allow it to dull in Tyler’s mind and she wanted an honest reaction.<br /><br />“Well what do you do then?” Kylie demanded impatiently.<br /><br />“Right now I really wish that mind control was in my repertoire.” Sorabella’s finger ran down the length of the counter, allowing the energy to flow into her body from the surface and power her magic.<br /><br />The electric current made her hair fly around her head, but she didn’t care. If Kylie wanted to know what she did, that was fine. It was time she came out of the closet to someone. Before, when she was younger, her tricks had been meaningless, but she hadn’t understood her magic then as she did now.<br /><br />At least now Sora was grown up enough to take a mature interest in it.<br /><br />The lights went out in the bathroom, the lock sliding into place. Kylie shrieked. Her voice was strangled in the absolute darkness of the windowless room.<br /><br />“What are you doing?” Kylie asked in a small tone.<br /><br />Sorabella whispered a small fire spell, the wick appearing in her palm at her bidding.<br /><br />“What is it that you fear most Kylie Green? It was snakes, wasn’t it?” Sorabella’s voice held a trance-like quality, as she focused on maintaining the spells she set in motion, applying more energy, and stretching her concentration even more.<br /><br />She was a strong witch, strong and almost as skilled as her mama. Sorabella had been learning her craft almost since the day she was born.<br /><br />Kylie had practiced hatred just as long, but never fear.<br /><br />A hiss sounded from the floor, the fire from Sorabella’s hand showing Kylie what she feared most. A black and white striped snake slithered from between the bases of the stalls, making Kylie fall back and shriek again.<br /><br />“How are you doing this?” Kylie’s high-pitched voice vibrated through Sorabella’s skull like a bad guitar whine.<br /><br />“I’m the darkest witch you know, remember? Since I cast black magic and all.”<br /><br />She was taking great pleasure in the fact that the snakes (three of which Kylie had yet to notice) were about as dangerous as a stuffed toy. It was obvious from the terror on Kylie’s face that she thought them real and it was perfectly satisfactory, almost gratifyingly so.<br /><br />Then Kylie turned. A coral snake slithered its way around the heel of Kylie’s shoe. She raised her foot to stomp on it, kicking it away from her, but it did no use.<br /><br />To make it react, it would need to feel pain. To feel pain, it would have to be real, alive.<br /><br />The lock on the bathroom door slid open, but not by Sorabella’s doing. Who could have done that, with no key to get in?<br /><br />The lights blazed overhead once more, revealing that the snakes were gone. The spells dispersed like they had never been, mist hovered in small areas of the room as they dissolved quickly.<br /><br />Kylie was pale, shaking in the corner and staring at her mother who walked into the room with a confident grace. Lynda had her own interpretations and impressions of what had happened seconds before Sorabella released the energy back into the atmosphere.<br /><br />Sorabella wasn’t naïve, and she knew Lynda saw something before the bathroom had resumed to its normal state.<br /><br />“My dears, is everything all right in here?” Lynda asked quietly, no rightful suspicion on her guileless face.<br /><br />Kylie said nothing to her mother, but ran out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.<br /><br />“Sora, I think I would appreciate an explanation.” Lynda said sternly, hands on her hips as she waited.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span>LOST TO THE NIGHT: Volume One</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">A collection of five short novellas that celebrate the magic that is the night!</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>There are more mysteries walking beside us in this world than we will ever suspect or know. For some, the greatest fears are also the sweetest thrills. Death walks among us, the unknown feeds our imaginations and fuels our dreams and our nightmares. In this collection of stories from a group of exceptional and talented authors, we'll look into the shadows, and shiver with fright and passion, until we are Lost To The Night… and all its magic…</i></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>AVAILABLE NOW FROM:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Amazon</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">XoXo Publishing</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30"><span></span></a><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Bookstrand</a> </span></div></div><br /></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-6650519478202717751?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-19990591159801687982012-01-11T12:01:00.001-04:002012-01-11T12:01:01.828-04:00<text-align:></text-align:><text-align:><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Today we continue our week-long celebration of the authors featured in XOXO Publishing's recently released paranormal collection <b>LOST TO THE NIGHT</b>. We're chatting with the talented Nikki Noffsinger, who is relatively new but will soon a fan favourite, I'm sure! So, let's settle in and chat with Nikki!</i></div><text-align:></text-align:><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s1600/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s400/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695683437695240194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">How long have you been writing?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><i>Since I was a little kid-about second grade was the first time I had written something that the teacher read to the class. We had to write a story about what Christmas meant to us, and my teacher sent home a letter to my grandma telling her I had enough talent that I made her teary.</i><br /><br />How long have you been a published author?<br /><br /><i>That is kind of sketchy-I signed my first book away to a vanity press and that was 2 years ago, but legitimately published I would say recently with XOXO Publishing.</i><br /><br />What titles do you have available?<br /><br /><i>Renegade Night and Lost To The Night Vol.I Collection featuring Denysé Bridger, Kayden Mcleod, Brigit Aine, and Sara Gonzalas. I also will have Cursed Awakening coming soon.</i><br /><br />Is dark fantasy/paranormal your favourite genre? If so, what makes it so appealing to you?<br /><br /><i>It's one of my favorite genres. I grew up in the 80s so it was in the midst of Stephen King, Robin Cook, Clive Barker, and all those great 80's horror movies. I've always had a love of all things Vampire since they were my favorite horror movie monsters. Shows like Forever Knight gave vampires an even more drool worthy appeal and how mainstream they could become versus the whole Dracula scenario in a castle. In the 90s I discovered Anne Rice and I was an instant fan even though she'd been around for quite some time. My first romance love was with historical romances. Authors like Cassie Edwards, Connie Mason, Georgina Gentry, Julie Garwood, and Johanna Lindsay were all authors that I adored and still do. The first romance novel I ever bought was Cheyenne Splendor by Georgina Gentry followed by Savage Heat by Cassie Edwards. I guess what makes paranormal romance so appealing is because usually the plot lines are better than what's on TV and at the movies and it blends my favorite horror with romance and fantasy.<br /></i><br />Do you have any new titles coming soon?<br /><br /><i>Cursed Awakening via XOXO Publishing</i><br /><br />What is your favourite genre to read and why?<br /><br /><i>I don't know if I have a "favorite" because so many things turn me on. I mean I love and adore paranormal romance, but I still love historical romance. I read everything just about it right down to Manga and graphic novels. I love classic literature and one of my favorite writers was John Steinbeck-a love me and my grandfather both shared.</i><br /><br />What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?<br /><br /><i>The creating process-I compare it to when a painter gets what he or she sees in their minds eye to paint and then attacks the blank canvas and then when it's over there's a masterpiece that evokes feeling, emotion, and can transport one to what it is their looking at-or in my case reading.</i><br /><br />If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?<br /><br /><i>Oh wow...that's a tough because there are so many I would want to co-author a book with. Well since we're in the realm of the living, I would have to say I would love to co-author a book with Lynsay Sands or Kerrilyn Sparks. I mean I have so many favorites, but those two are on my top 5 list of favorite authors for this genre and Lynsay Sands has great historical romances as well.</i><br /><br />Where can readers find you on the web?<br /><br />Well I can be found at: <a href="http://nikkitrueblue.blogspot.com">http://nikkitrueblue.blogspot.com</a> , Facebook under Nikki Noffsinger, <a href="http://guardiansofnightbynikkinoffsinger.webs.com/">http://guardiansofnightbynikkinoffsinger.webs.com/</a>, Twitter under Nikki Noffsinger, and <a href="http://nikkitrueblue.livejournal.com/">http://nikkitrueblue.livejournal.com/ </a><br /><br /><br /><b><i>Excerpt: </i></b><br /><br />Ariel waved to Mya and Jude as they pulled out of the small parking area of her apartment complex. Grady had put his foot down about her staying in a dorm but she had put her foot down in letting him choose an off campus apartment. She liked the old four story brownstone. Plus, seeing as Grady thought it a dump, meant his visits would be few and far between. She got an eerie feeling as if someone in the shadows was watching her. She looked around and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary regardless she hurried up the stairs and unlocked her door. She had barely gotten in the door when there was a knock. She grinned, of course Mya must have forgotten something. Ariel opened the door and there was Dante. His very presence took up the entire space of the door way. His smile reminded her of a predator that had ensnared his prey. She dropped her purse and stood as still as a statue.<br /><br />“May I come in Ariel?” he asked showing a hint of his perfectly white teeth.<br /><br />Ariel’s brain screamed “NO” but slowly she moved and nodded. He stayed at the open door though.<br /><br />“Ariel, I want to hear you say the words. ” he said in a deep dark voice that made her instantly wet.<br /><br />“C-Come in Mr. Notte. ” she stammered.<br /><br />Dante swept in the house and closed the door, “I think we’re past the student-teacher bit by now, don’t you think?”<br /><br />He didn’t give her a chance to reply, he wrapped an arm around her and claimed her lips. Ariel was forever lost. She backed up against the small love seat as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders. It fell with a thud. Ariel felt his fingers at the hem of her shirt and he pulled away from her lips only for a moment to make sure it was alright. Seeing the hunger in her eyes was all he needed before he made quick work of ridding her of her shirt. She was wearing a lacy strapless bra that thankfully had a front enclosure. Her breaths were coming in pants as he unsnapped the dainty bit of lingerie and began caressing her breasts causing her nipples to harden into tiny buds. Ariel let out a gasp and then a moan as he replaced his hands with his hot wet mouth and suckled on her nipple. She lifted and brushed her leg against his and if he hadn’t had an arm around her back, she would have fell.<br /><br />Dante continued to lavish her breasts with his hands and mouth. Ariel managed to pull at his shirt, to which he momentarily removed his hands from her breasts to rip his shirt off. Ariel arched into him, feeling his massive erection through his tight black jeans. She was wet, and needy. Ariel threaded her fingers through his silky hair, removing the band that held his hair, freeing it. Next she moved to his shoulders and back. Dante raised his head slightly and rasped against her skin, “Where’s your bedroom?”<br /><br />Ariel weakly pointed towards the doorway that led to her small room. Dante had her off the floor and in his arms and on the bed within seconds. Ariel was lying on the bed as he stood over her. He stood before her, his body muscular but lean and chiseled right down to his abs and the faint dark line of hair from his navel. He unbuckled his belt and undone the button on his jeans and shoved them down and then off. Next, he flashed her a wicked and seductive smile with those hooded eyes as he crawled on the bed. He had her skirt and underwear off before she could blink. Dante wanted to take his time to savor her, to taste every inch of her sweet creamy flesh. Then just as he took her ankle in hand and began kissing and nibbling up her leg, Ariel’s conscience began to dawn on her.<br /><br />“Mr. , I mean Dante, this-this isn’t right. W-We shouldn’t be doing this!” she said in a near pant as his lips touched the inside of her knee.<br /><br />Dante lifted his eyes towards hers. “What isn’t right?”<br /><br />Ariel sat up on her arms trying to struggle from the sea of hormonal lust that had taken her in the undertow of his seduction.<br /><br />“You’re a teacher, this could cost you your job. Teachers aren’t supposed to mess with students. ” she tried to sound as if she were protesting but it came out more of a whisper.<br /><br />He grinned, “I am a man, and you are a grown woman. I desire you, and I know you desire me. Would you feel more comfortable if I called the Dean or the Trustees to gain their permission?”<br /><br />Ariel tried to wiggle her leg from his grasp but it was no use. He had her leg.<br /><br />“Do you realize you could lose your job not to mention my reputation. ” now she protested. She didn’t want the reputation of sleeping around with teachers.<br /><br />Dante continued kissing up past her knee to her thigh. He heard the sharp intake of breath, and could smell the sweet smell of her weeping pussy that was crying out for release.<br /><br />“Dante!” she cried.<br /><br />Dante raised his head and sighed but didn’t move from his position.<br /><br />“I could care less about the job, I can get another if it suits me. As far as your reputation, I assure you that its safe with me. No one has to know what we do here, and if they did, I couldn’t care less what they think. I meant what I said when I told you I desired you. When I see something that is mine, I don’t play games-I go after what I want.”<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span>LOST TO THE NIGHT: Volume One</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">A collection of five short novellas that celebrate the magic that is the night!</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>There are more mysteries walking beside us in this world than we will ever suspect or know. For some, the greatest fears are also the sweetest thrills. Death walks among us, the unknown feeds our imaginations and fuels our dreams and our nightmares. In this collection of stories from a group of exceptional and talented authors, we'll look into the shadows, and shiver with fright and passion, until we are Lost To The Night… and all its magic…</i></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>AVAILABLE NOW FROM:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Amazon</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">XoXo Publishing</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30"><span></span></a><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Bookstrand</a> </span></div><br /></div></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-1999059115980168798?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-75149170734788451572012-01-10T18:02:00.002-04:002012-01-10T18:10:02.696-04:00<text-align:><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Today we continue our week-long celebration of the authors featured in XOXO Publishing's recently released paranormal collection <b>LOST TO THE NIGHT</b>. We're chatting with the lovely Brigit Aine, who is familiar to many readers of paranormal romance. So, without further ado, over to the beautiful Brigit!</i></div><text-align:></text-align:><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s1600/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s400/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695683437695240194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">How long have you been writing?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>For so long I don't remember? Since high school for sure...so a number of years.</i></div></i> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">How long have you been a published author?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>I have been published for 3 years now. </i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What titles do you have available?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></text-align:><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Torrent's Talents Series</b></div><text-align:><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Red's Return (Decadent Publishing)</i></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Cassie's Awakening (Eternal Press) </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Kraig's Kat (XOXO Publishing)</i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Justice for Leanne (Solstice at Night)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Just Another Paranormal Anthologies</b></div></b><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>A Pixie Holiday (Halloween) (Mojo Castle Press)</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>A Christmas to Remember (Mojo Castle Press)</i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Lost to the Night: Prince of Shadows (XOXO Publishing)</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Halloween Triad: Marionette (XOXO Publishing)</i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is dark fantasy/paranormal your favourite genre? If so, what makes it so appealing to you?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Absolutely. I just like the idea that I can create anything and it can become real. It whispers to me that there is a something out there that is dark but has the ability to change, or that can bring you over to the dark side.</i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do you have any new titles coming soon? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>I have a wonderful Valentine's Duet coming out with the lovely Denysé Bridger. And I am working on the second part of Justice for Leanne. As well the next piece to Prince of Shadows for Volume 2 of Lost to the Night. </i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What is your favourite genre to read and why?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>I love Urban Fantasy and paranormal romance. For the same reasons they are my favorite to write. I can get lost in a world that is utterly fantastical and yet I can see it come to life. </i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>I love creating the characters. I am always excited when someone new starts jabbering away in my head to tell me their story. </i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Seanan MacGuire would be my choice right this moment. But if I could go back in time Milton. 'Paradise Lost' my favorite paranormal book. </i></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Where can readers find you on the web?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My website is down right now for a bit but I can be found at:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="www.brigitsjournals.blogspot.com">www.brigitsjournals.blogspot.com </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="www.brigitsjournals.blogspot.com">www.facebook.com/brigitaine</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="www.brigitsjournals.blogspot.com">www.twitter.com/brigitsworld </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>An excerpt from Prince of Shadows:</i></b></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“M’Lady?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Well, you just accepted the position of Retrieving the murderer, you invite my son to stay with you, he leaves for a few hours, there is another murder and you are drugged so you can’t wake up to investigate. Who do you suppose everyone is going to look at for this?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Keri turned her head and looked up at Draken, watching as his mother’s words hit him. “I would never hurt Keri.” His arms tightened around her. “I dare anyone to try and prove I would.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Calm down son. This simply means you have less time to find the murderer then you thought. I certainly am not going to tell anyone about what I found. But whomever left this for you might not be so quiet.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Draken looked down at Keri, “It wasn’t me. I swear on it.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Scrunching her face up at his words, “I never thought it was. Of all the things I know and all the things I don’t know, I believe that you would never hurt me.” She felt his arms tighten even more and smiled, “however, I do need to be able to breathe.” Fluttering her wings a bit against his arms she felt him relax his hold, not let go, just give her some space.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Sorry. It bothers me to think that you are in more danger because of something I asked you to do.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“We talked a bit about this last night. I am a Retriever, hell I’m The Retriever. I am in danger daily. This time I am actually in less because I have you by my side looking out for me. It will be okay.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Lady of the Shadows shifted a bit, catching Keri’s attention. “I am going to take the pillow to Underhill. I will keep it with me. Please be careful. You are my two favorite people both topside and Underhill and I would hate for anything more to happen to either of you.” With her words she faded out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I always love visits from your mother, they are soothing and cryptic at the same time.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Draken laughed and kissed Keri’s head. “Well now that you are awake, as my mother mentioned, there was another murder. I think we might have a fighting chance if you can get to the scene and see what you can smell.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Keri nodded. “Let me shower to finish clearing the cobwebs from my head and then we will head out. If you could start the coffee that would help tremendously.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Draken let go of her and headed towards the kitchen, “Your wish is but my command.” Smirking he heard her lock the bathroom door. “Remember a locked door won’t keep me out if I want in.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Draken…don’t piss me off.” Keri laughed under her breath and stepped into the shower. Being as quick as she could she tried to shake off whatever sleep spell was left and got ready to Scent. Dressing in her work clothes, hiding her wings for the moment and centering herself with a quick chant Keri headed into the kitchen where she could smell the coffee. Walking in she saw it was already poured into a travel mug and waiting for her. Picking it up she took a quick sip and smiled. It was just the way she liked it, he really had been paying attention to her all these months. Taking it with her into the living room she saw Draken by the door, pacing. “Alright, I’m here. Let’s go.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span>LOST TO THE NIGHT: Volume One</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">A collection of five short novellas that celebrate the magic that is the night!</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>There are more mysteries walking beside us in this world than we will ever suspect or know. For some, the greatest fears are also the sweetest thrills. Death walks among us, the unknown feeds our imaginations and fuels our dreams and our nightmares. In this collection of stories from a group of exceptional and talented authors, we'll look into the shadows, and shiver with fright and passion, until we are Lost To The Night… and all its magic…</i></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>AVAILABLE NOW FROM:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Amazon</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">XoXo Publishing</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30"><span></span></a><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Bookstrand</a> </span></div><br /><br /></text-align:></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7514917073478845157?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-91197257019233258142012-01-09T13:17:00.008-04:002012-01-09T13:47:47.487-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;">This week I'm going to introduce you to the authors featured in XOXO Publishing's recently released paranormal collection <b>LOST TO THE NIGHT</b>. A couple of the authors will be new to many of you, and I am delighted to have helped you to meet them. First up is our "virgin" author, Sara Gonzales. This is her first pro publication, and I think she's given us a really intriguing and unusual story with her <i>One Dark Mission</i>. I asked Sara to chat with you today, and we did a brief interview. So, settle in and meet this talented lady.</div><text-align:></text-align:><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s1600/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNGt6MsYstM/Twsh6NjmiAI/AAAAAAAABw0/hfoZvreLAw4/s400/LostToTheNight_WithNames_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695683437695240194" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">1. How long have you been writing? <i>For a few years.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">2. How does it feel to be a professionally published author for the first time? How has your family reacted? <i>It still as not sunk in that it is real and my family is very supportive and encouraging me to continue on writing.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">3. What titles do you have available? <i>One Dark Mission</i></p><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Is dark fantasy/paranormal your favorite genre? If so, what makes it so appealing to you? <i>I like the challenge of making the characters all very different and finding the new appeal.</i></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Do you have any plans to continue writing now that you've won your first contract? <i>Yes I would like to continue on and try more and different.</i></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">6. What is your favorite genre to read and why? <i>Romance/Paranormal is my favorite and I just like the differences…</i></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process? <i>To challenge myself to create something that would make me want to read it. I am my own worst critic.</i></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">8. If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why? <i>My Best friend whom I am writing with and Denysé Bridger as she has been a guiding light for me.</i></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">9. Where can readers find you on the web? <i>Amazon, Facebook, plus other websites where this book is listed.</i></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span>At the end of the week, I will be giving away several copies of LOST TO THE NIGHT. All you have to do to be eligible to win is leave a comment on any of the posts this week. I'll announce winners on Friday - and now, have a look at ONE DARK MISSION:</span></i></b></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She laid on the rough ground in her fatigues. The night was pitch black and not a star in the sky above. Only crickets could be heard and even in this, the sound was faint. Her focus on her target, nothing would penetrate what she had to do. Her job as a female sniper was a rare one. Only men ever made it to this. She was good at what she did however. More than that to her, as she had been told many a times, She was the best in her classes and topped everything she did. This sight she held before her was a mark. She would not fail her orders given by her commanding officers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weapon she held was an M-95. The smooth sleek metal under her touch was like silk to her. She had been raised by a family that would eat military if at all possible. As she laid in wait for the mark she did her best to not let thoughts of home distract her. Leaving a good man behind that had promised her an insurmountable life. Friends whom loved to live life to the fullest and she felt this life holding a weapon was more her than any of that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The night drifted to day and day again back to night. She rationed her MRE’s and the water was becoming scares in her canteen. She was becoming weary that the information to her superiors was a farce. She had been awake for more than seventy two hours. Her eyes felt as if they were filled with sand. She had never walked away however felt that in this situation she may have too. Reaching in to her bag and grabbing the com line, a direct link to her Commander. She held it in her palm as her fingers wrapped around it one by one. Refusing to look at the heavy link to what would seem another world and lose any chance on her mark. She held firm hoping to all that is Holy she would see her target and go home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The area she continued to keep in her scope was becoming a blur. Fatigue was setting in and she now knew this was over for now. Looking back to the com link she hesitated as her life of who she is passed before her eyes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She is Sergeant Belinda Beckett United States Marine Corps., as the Government knew her. In reality she was known as many code names or aliases. She in her training had gone to work for a very underground group. She is black ops., it paid her way through a education she never thought she could even get with a G.I. Bill. Her life is not her own they owned her. She signed on the dotted line crossing all the “T” and dotting all the “I”. Code name Hawk was her favored in this team of crazy and in some cases psychotic rejects in some cases.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were good at their jobs and was why in most cases they all had been handpicked to be in a black ops’ unit. This particular unit dealt in things not supposed to exist. Legends and lore and all things that go bump in the night. There have been others out there sure. None in any way that have proven these facts.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span>LOST TO THE NIGHT: Volume One</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">A collection of five short novellas that celebrate the magic that is the night!</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>There are more mysteries walking beside us in this world than we will ever suspect or know. For some, the greatest fears are also the sweetest thrills. Death walks among us, the unknown feeds our imaginations and fuels our dreams and our nightmares. In this collection of stories from a group of exceptional and talented authors, we'll look into the shadows, and shiver with fright and passion, until we are Lost To The Night… and all its magic…</i></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>AVAILABLE NOW FROM:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Amazon</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">XoXo Publishing</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30"><span></span></a><span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lost-To-The-Night-ebook/dp/B006LOO75I/ref=sr_1_30?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1323986167&amp;sr=1-30">Bookstrand</a> </span></div></div><br><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-9119725701923325814?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-22786174694602317482012-01-02T13:03:00.005-04:002012-01-03T10:26:44.357-04:00<span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4277MFU_Jk/TwHk2fnhWLI/AAAAAAAABwo/I8JUJofrQuc/s1600/New%2BYear%2527s.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4277MFU_Jk/TwHk2fnhWLI/AAAAAAAABwo/I8JUJofrQuc/s400/New%2BYear%2527s.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693083028824348850" /></a><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span id="goog_420757250"></span><span id="goog_420757251"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here we are facing a bright new year filled with possibilities and new adventures. I guess the first order of business is put to rest the crap of the old year, so I’m going to chat about that for a bit, then close the door for the last time on this particular subject. It’s cost me too much lost sleep, anger, and wasted emotion, so it’s past time to end it!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As many of you know, I’ve had my troubles with that wonderful social networking giant Facebook this past year. Plus, added in to the mix are the online actors known as role-players. Both have caused a lot of unnecessary stress throughout 2011, and the month of December saw me make some major changes regarding both. So, let’s look first at Facebook… We all use this hugely popular site for promotion, networking with other writers, staying in touch with friends–that is the purpose of the whole thing anyway, and it’s a lot of fun, in spite of the vast numbers of hours many of us “waste” on it. I enjoy my groups and pages and the camaraderie that often comes into them, the immediacy of it is what makes it like conversation, and when you’re laughing with friends from all over the world, it’s a bit of special magic and makes everyone feel close; the miles that separate don’t exist in these situations. So, yeah, I enjoy that aspect of it. However…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In 2011 my pages were deactivated several times after reports from people who took offence to a photo or a statement made, and at one point I was informed my pages were to be investigated. I’ve used Facebook for about 2.5 years, and until I was found by role-players, I had no problems at all with anyone on the site. So begins a tale that started late in 2010, went through 2011, and is now ended. Most of you who know me have seen me support the people who at their core, I believe, mean well when they choose to bring to life an author’s characters for fans. The intent has often been stated as a way to keep interest and enthusiasm alive between books in a series, etc. I think that idea is good. The fact is, for too many of the players it soon mutates into something far less “noble” and they lose sight of some hard, cold truths. The most important of those truths being the moment you create an account that uses the name of an author’s character, you are violating Facebook policy, and the author’s copyrighted material.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A few authors of very popular books have succumbed to the pleas of players and have sanctioned “official” role-play groups and support them. So, more power to them all. I hope to hell said authors never regret their decision, because in all honesty, this past year has taught me to be highly suspicious of anyone who hides behind an identity not their own. J.R. Ward’s hugely popular series The Black Dagger Brotherhood seems to be a huge role-play favourite world, and she is very out-spoken against role-play of her books. I used to think she should revisit her decision, now I applaud her for seeing what many don’t–that her hard work is often used to attack, bully, and persecute fans of her talent. I’ve watched it happen, over and over–and how are you supposed to report if you’re being harassed by some player you only know as Ward’s Wrath, or Tohrment, or Phury, etc.? You report that profile, it goes down–maybe–and an hour later they’re back with a new profile and back in business, and you’re labelled a trouble-maker and put on a block list by the group administrator.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, as an author, I have to say that if I am ever lucky enough to create a fan favourite series of books there is no way in hell I would ever give role-players my sanction to play the characters in my books. In fact, I would very vocally fight against it. I do believe there are some truly talented writers involved in role-play, and I congratulate their creativity, but it would be better served by creating something that belongs to them, not others. Hard line? Maybe. But I got to this point the hard way, having been dragged into more bullshit drama than any sane person would ever tolerate. In fact, at this moment I have been put on one of those infamous block and delete lists by a paranoid admin who took a personal issue and brought it over to her groups and involved well over a hundred people who don’t have a clue what really happened. It’s irrelevant anyway, a week before any of this shit started I’d spent two days systematically deleting every role-player I had as a friend on Facebook, it amounted to a staggering 300+ people.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, for me, the drama has ended. While I support creativity in anyone who wants to write, never again will I cheer on bullies with no conscience about using any author’s work to hide their malicious, obsessive bullshit politics. Role play groups on Facebook all have private groups where fans and readers are discussed, banned, reported, deleted, etc., all at the whims of people who haven’t got the honesty and decency to come to you as their real selves and discuss whatever is up their ass. Secret groups exist where they attack each other on a regular basis, and frankly, I’ve had more than enough. This ate into my time and sanity for an entire year, and when I reached saturation point I got rid of it–now it’s going to stay gone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, 2012 dawns with a clean slate, and a world of wonderful new stories waiting to be told, and interactions that are positive and free of bullying, lies, and all the other shit that caused Facebook to deactivate my pages and investigate me. Happy New Year everyone, and it’s good to be back!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-2278617469460231748?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-77666933014529177922011-12-18T06:00:00.011-04:002011-12-18T06:00:04.762-04:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US">What’s Your Favorite <place w:st="on">Holiday</place> Memory?</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I’ll admit, I’m a sucker for the holidays. Put a little pine scent and chill in the air, throw in the fragrance of pumpkin pie, honey-baked ham and all the other goodies no health conscious person should eat and I’m a goner.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">However, it’s the memories that stir me the most. In particular, this one that didn’t start out so great but turned into something oh so romantic.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">The first year my husband and I dated, I was giddy about Christmas as only a twenty-something can be. Although I wasn’t expecting a ring (we were too new to each other), I was expecting some kind of jewelry. What I got was a clock radio. “So you’re not late for work,” he said. You see, he owned the newspaper where I worked.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Hmmm. By the look on my face, he knew he’d fallen into a deep hole of doo-doo, especially since I’d given him a gyroscope he’d been eyeing. Don’t ask me why those kinds of things interested him, they just did.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">The following year, I had no great hopes. We were married by then and I figured I’d get a blender or iron to improve my wifely skills. Christmas Eve, a working day for us, he left for the office earlier than usual, mumbling about deadlines. I trudged in a little later, but before the rest of the crew had arrived. I had a migraine, a pimple the size of <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Mt.</placetype> <placename w:st="on">Everest</placename></place> erupting on my chin and just wanted to curl up under the front desk and sleep.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">A beautifully decorated envelope on the desk stopped me. It was taped to the wood and had my name on it. Inside was one of the loveliest cards I’d ever seen. What’s more, instead of a canned poem being inside, there was my hubby’s handwriting, telling me how much he loved me.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I called out his name. No answer. Surely, he was here, I saw his car out front. I went into the guts of the paper. There, on various tables and bookcases were other envelopes with my name on them. There were also gaily wrapped packages. One had a beautiful nightie I’d told him about in passing. The next, a novel I’d been thinking of getting. Another a briefcase I’d seen in an office magazine.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">It was hard to read and see all the stuff, I was crying so hard. I ran into his office. He pretended to be on the phone, all serious and busy. I pulled the phone from him, hung up and kissed him hard, babbling about what he’d done. “Oh,” he said, “you got to all of it?”</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">There was more?</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">At my desk, I saw another small package. It held a diamond and sapphire ring I’d seen at Zales when I went shopping with one of my friends. Clearly, he’d asked her what I wanted. What I liked. How he could please me.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">It wasn’t the gifts, though they were great. It wasn’t even the cards with all of his thoughts written down. It was that he took the time to make Christmas special for me. That he cared enough.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">It’s a moment I’ll never forget. I lost him a few years back from what insurance companies call a ‘medical misadventure’. He had a minor ailment and the doctor prescribed the wrong medication. In a flash, he was gone.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">But never forgotten. He’ll always be in my heart and thoughts.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I’d love to hear about your best holiday memory. </span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Leave a comment and you’re entered in my CONTEST!!!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">One lucky commenter on this blog will have her choice of one of my following ebooks**:</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Take Me Away - #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books</span></b></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">** Winner chosen at random. Winner chosen December 20.</span></b></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>More great news - I have two new releases out!</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HtXr18JxbpY/TuxwSxeesfI/AAAAAAAABvk/Z3t1999p8OI/s1600/sinn_msr%255B1%255D+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HtXr18JxbpY/TuxwSxeesfI/AAAAAAAABvk/Z3t1999p8OI/s320/sinn_msr%255B1%255D+%25282%2529.jpg" width="196px" /></a></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span id="goog_414915969"></span><span id="goog_414915970"></span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span id="goog_1324536946"></span><span id="goog_1324536947"></span></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i><span lang="EN-US">SiNN, </span></i><span lang="EN-US">contemporary ménage</span></div></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="EN-US">More info: <a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/books/sinn/">http://www.tinadonahue.com/books/sinn/</a></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RlfhTDlSVY/TuxwyuWotdI/AAAAAAAABvs/SG53vqNbrPM/s1600/UnendingDesireV2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RlfhTDlSVY/TuxwyuWotdI/AAAAAAAABvs/SG53vqNbrPM/s320/UnendingDesireV2.jpg" width="213px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span lang="EN-US">Unending Desire, </span></i><span lang="EN-US">erotic paranormal</span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US">More info: <a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/books/unending-desire/">http://www.tinadonahue.com/books/unending-desire/</a></span></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing and Kensington<i>. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,</i> <i>Romantic Times</i> and numerous online sites have praised her work; she has reached finals and/or placed in numerous RWA–sponsored contests. Three of her erotic novels were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. <i>Sensual Stranger,</i> her erotic romance, was chosen Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category) at the French review site, Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance <i>Lush Velvet Nights</i>; and <i>Deep, Dark, Delicious </i>(erotic romance) recently received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011). She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a <place w:st="on">Hollywood</place> production company.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Email: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="mailto:tina@tinadonahue.com"><span style="color: white;">tina@tinadonahue.com</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Website/blog:&nbsp;<a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/">http://www.tinadonahue.com/</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Twitter: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://twitter.com/tinadonahue">http://twitter.com/tinadonahue</a></span><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Facebook: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000458023097">http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000458023097</a></span><br /><br /><text-align: justify;=""></text-align:></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7766693301452917792?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-78939642405663561222011-12-12T10:34:00.005-04:002011-12-12T10:48:36.074-04:00<div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xEbTvxh7ggo/TuYSAJ5CT6I/AAAAAAAABuo/uzuzNS1K0Yk/s320/Dream%2BInstruction%2B-%2BC%2BAubrey%2Band%2BC.%2BAlmeida%2B-%2BFINAL-504x756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685251373466275746" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Meet Chris Almeida and Celelia Aubrey, XoXo Publishing's hottest new writing duo. I met these two earlier in the year, and was very impressed with their dedication, to each other and their writing endeavours. It's a distinct pleasure to see them with the first of their works published now with the Toronto-based small publisher, XoXo. Now, meet these talented and charming authors for yourself, and check out their début titles!</span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -24px; "><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">1. How long have you been writing?</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">Chris</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"> ~ </span></i><i style="text-align: left; "><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">I have been writing since I can remember. I used to write children’s stories when I was younger but professionally and as a published author, for about a year.</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><br />Cecilia</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"> ~ I have been writing as a published author for about a year. Before that much of my writing was for business publications and program materials.</span></i><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">have been writing since I can remember. I used to write children’s stories when I was younger but professionally and as a published author, for about a year.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia; "><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia; ">2. </span></b><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">How long h</span></b><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">ave you bee</span></b><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">n a published author?</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">We have just become published authors within the past year.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">3. What titles do you have available? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">We have two published titles through XOXO Publishing—The Hottest Chapter and Dream Instruction.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia; mso-ansi-language:EN">4. What made you choose contemporary erotica romance as the subject of these books?</span></b><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">We had been writing Erotic RP storylines before we jumped into contemporary erotica. It was a natural transition. While we appreciate the many paranormal erotica stories out there, we decided to tackle something different and felt comfortable with contemporary stories. We </span></i><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">just added a little pinch of spice to it.</span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">5. Do you have any new titles coming soon? Will you be venturing into the area of fiction anytime soon?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Currently we have two works in progress—Countermeasure and To Russia with Love, book 1 and 2 of the Countermeasure series—in which the hero and heroine are immersed in the world of data espionage. They are filled with suspense, mystery and romance. Those two don't yet have a release date but we hope to be announcing it soon.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">In addition, (yes we are gluttons for punishment) we have several novellas and shorts in different stages of development.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">6. What is your favourite genre and why? <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Contemporary Romance with a touch of erotica. Although it is a far cry from the big paranormal market out there today, the erotica aspect of it is as hot and like a piece of chocolate to take you away if just for a little bit. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">We do enjo</span></i><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">y fact checking and making the scenes and events reflect real and palpable situations but we also enjoy the Paranormal and Science Fiction/Fantasy where the world is your oyster and you can develop it any way you wish without thought as to whether or not your premise is truly feasible. You can create your own world, powers, creatures, characters, etc. without someone going, “Huh?”</span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">7. What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Cecilia</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"> ~ For me it is the brainstorming session and story outlining with Chris. I love the thoughts and threads that come out of those discussions. They inspire me to get a scene down as a foundation for us to work with or for me to help build from what Chris has laid out. Believe or not, I also enjoy the editing processes. It is hard work but I love seeing it tighten a chapter.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Chris</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"> ~ I enjoy each part of the process. From plotting, creating the ARC, character development, fact checking and research and putting the words to paper (or screen). Each part has its own excitement and, for each completed piece, a new sense of accomplishment.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">8. If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why? </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia; "><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Chris</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"> ~ I </span></i></span><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">don't see me NOT co-authoring a book with Cecilia. The NaNoWriMo experience proved my self-worth and creativity exists regardless of our partnership BUT I wouldn't think of writing without her humor and wit to push me through the tough parts.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Cecilia</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"> ~ That’s easy. I already have a wonderful co-author that I write with. Chris fills in the gaps in my writing and inspires me to do better. If I’m having a difficult time expressing something, I’ll discuss it with Chris. Our dialog helps me get back on the right track. In essence, we are like two halves of a whole. When put together, the story flows to the page. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; "><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.5in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia; ">9. </span></b><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Where can readers find you on the web?<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Chris is the ultimate geek so we are everywhere LOL. You can find us through the following links:<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; " >Websites:</span></b></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">CA Duo Books - </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">http://caduobooks.com/<span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Countermeasureseries - </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><a href="http://countermeasureseries.com/">http://countermeasureseries.com</a><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; " ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">GoodReads Author Pages:</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/chrisalmeida">http://www.goodreads.com/chrisalmeida</a><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/ceciliaaubrey">http://www.goodreads.com/ceciliaaubrey</a><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; " ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; " >Facebook:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Chris Almeida - </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">http://www.facebook.com/Chris.Almeida.Author<span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Cecilia Aubrey - </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">http://www.facebook.com/cecilia.aubrey.author<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Authors Facebook Fan Page - </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">http://www.facebook.com/CAlmeida.CAubrey.Authors<span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Series Facebook Fan Page - </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">http://www.facebook.com/Counter.Measure.Series<span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; " ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Twitter</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; ">:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><a href="http://twitter.com/CAlmeidaCAubrey">http://twitt</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><a href="http://twitter.com/CAlmeidaCAubrey">er.com/CAlmeidaCAubrey</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><a href="http://twitter.com/CAlmeidaAuthor">http://twitter.com/CAlmeidaAuthor</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-left: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><a href="http://twitter.com/CAubreyAuthor">http://twitter.com/CAubreyAuthor</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia; " ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">Thanks so much for being my guest.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia">Thank you so much for inviting us it is always a pleasure to talk with you Denyse! Here is a little bit about our two published stories and where they can be found. Enjoy! <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Blurbs:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The Hottest Chapter<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTEjPB14rGk/TuYR_85wtCI/AAAAAAAABug/mlzx2WoGVkY/s320/The-Hottest-Chapter_small-504x756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685251369979655202" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Searching for inspiration, Eva sets out to organize her day. Armed with a cup of coffee and her to do list, she knocks out a great deal of work. Stumped on where to take her story, she breaks for lunch. It’s her lunch that gives her the inspiration to open the door into Lily and Jacob’s world. Before she knows it, they take control and she becomes mesmerized by their little game of sensual payback, leaving her hot and needy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">From XOXO publishing store:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><a href="http://www.xoxopublishing.com/Products/index.php?route=product/product&amp;path=91_59&amp;product_id=186">http://www.xoxopublishing.com/Products/index.php?route=product/product&amp;path=91_59&amp;product_id=186</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">From Amazon:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Hottest-Chapter-ebook/dp/B005BJ2KD0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1310319859&amp;sr=1-1">http://www.amazon.com/The-Hottest-Chapter-ebook/dp/B005BJ2KD0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1310319859&amp;sr=1-1</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Dream Instruction<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">After a year of defensive training classes together, Darci Meyer would like nothing better than for Darius Lawrence, her hot instructor, to show the same interest in her that she has in him. Little does she know Darius is finding it difficult to stay in control around her. Will either of them survive the next lesson or will their feelings get the better of them?<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">From XOXO publishing store:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><a href="http://www.xoxopublishing.com/Products/index.php?route=product/product&amp;path=91_59&amp;product_id=104">http://www.xoxopublishing.com/Products/index.php?route=product/product&amp;path=91_59&amp;product_id=104</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">From Amazon:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Instruction-ebook/dp/B005BJ2QHA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1310319746&amp;sr=1-2"><span class="Apple-style-span">http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Instruction-ebook/dp/B005BJ2QHA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1310319746&amp;sr=1-2</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><text-align:></text-align:></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7893964240566356122?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-43867268573300109572011-12-08T17:30:00.004-04:002011-12-08T17:37:09.373-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'm so excited about this this news I wanted to share it with everyone immediately! My newest release is a departure for me, going into some genres I've never really explored much, but it seems to have been a success, this one, a vampire tale with some erotic twists, has already reached the #7 spot the Top Ten best-sellers at the <a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com">New Dawning</a> site - I now have <b>THREE </b>in the TOP TEN of this publisher!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span ><br /></span></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span> </span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span >So, if you'd like to grab a copy of this hot ménage/BDSM/vampire tale, it's currently on sale for $2.54 - direct from the publisher!!! WHEEEE!!!!!! Use the coupon code: <strong>Bookfair30</strong> - and you get the book at <b><span class="Apple-style-span" >$1.78</span></b> - you can't beat that price!!</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Also, d<span>rop by and check out my newest interview at TRS, as well: <a href="http://theromancestudio.com/blue/who4.php">http://theromancestudio.com/blue/who4.php</a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJRCgIfQM0A/TuEtFY2317I/AAAAAAAABuU/pAyy4UDgGmk/s1600/StolenRapture_adsize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJRCgIfQM0A/TuEtFY2317I/AAAAAAAABuU/pAyy4UDgGmk/s320/StolenRapture_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683873775313475506" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span>First review of Stolen Rapture - FIVE FANGS!! </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://nyareviews.blogspot.com/2011/11/stolen-rapture-by-denyse-bridger.html">http://nyareviews.blogspot.com/2011/11/stolen-rapture-by-denyse-bridger.html</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><strong>STOLEN RAPTURE</strong></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span>Genres: Erotic/vampire/ménage/BDSM</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span>Publisher: <span>New Dawning International Book Fair</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span>Cover Art; Kayden McLeod</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;category_id=48&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl&amp;product_id=102&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=178&amp;vmcchk=1&amp;Itemid=178">Buy it here</a></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-stolenrapture-638196-139.html">ARe Romance</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div><span><span></span></span> </div> <div><span><strong>Blurb:</strong></span></div><div><span><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><i>When work brings Deluna Jordan face to face with a man who knows her better than she knows herself, she soon discovers he shares everything with his boss, including lovers…and a thirst for blood…and she is about to become the lucky recipient of all their desires…</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><b><a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;category_id=48&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl&amp;product_id=102&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=178&amp;vmcchk=1&amp;Itemid=178">READ EXCERPTS HERE</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div> <div><span><span><em></em></span></span> </div></div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-4386726857330010957?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-70200003283637343262011-12-02T05:00:00.000-04:002011-12-02T05:00:03.752-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TL4tOjCMt8/TtgSFVmrvLI/AAAAAAAABtY/eiGJ8MKokHQ/s1600/NewDawning_banner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TL4tOjCMt8/TtgSFVmrvLI/AAAAAAAABtY/eiGJ8MKokHQ/s400/NewDawning_banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681310812835921074" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">For the month of December, we at New Dawning Bookfair are combining our 2nd anniversary celebration with the Holiday Season for one huge Super Xmas Sale. Join our celebration for savings, contests and a chance to win a Kindle.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For starters the top ten and newest dozen releases have been reduced 20%. In addition, every title including the above titles are available at 30% off with use of a coupon code. Then, if you buy five titles your are eligible to receive a free book of your choice up to the average value of your purchases. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Visit our yahoo group @ <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bookfairbuddies/">BOOKFAIR BUDDIES</a> for further details.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">THIS means that if you'd like to pick up a copy of my vampire ménage, <a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;category_id=48&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl&amp;product_id=102&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=178&amp;vmcchk=1">STOLEN RAPTURE</a> - it's on sale at the moment!</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WMlc1Z6dt0/TtgTMF4svyI/AAAAAAAABtw/fW8HIl8cCbo/s1600/StolenRapture_adsize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WMlc1Z6dt0/TtgTMF4svyI/AAAAAAAABtw/fW8HIl8cCbo/s320/StolenRapture_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681312028387229474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Or, if you want it as part of the Anniversary Collection, that can be found here: <a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;category_id=48&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl&amp;product_id=92&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=178&amp;vmcchk=1&amp;Itemid=178">THREESOMED!</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cL0MMLbWl9I/TtgTraHZDjI/AAAAAAAABt8/C4_6Ls0EhO4/s1600/Threesomed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cL0MMLbWl9I/TtgTraHZDjI/AAAAAAAABt8/C4_6Ls0EhO4/s320/Threesomed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681312566393507378" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also in the Top Ten Best-sellers are my Cinderella story - <a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;category_id=4&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl.master&amp;product_id=71&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=186&amp;vmcchk=1">GLASS SLIPPERS AND JEWELLED MASQUES</a> - currently #1 - as well as my first ménage tale, <a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;category_id=13&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl.red&amp;product_id=35&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=178&amp;vmcchk=1&amp;Itemid=178">STRANDED!</a> - #4 right now. Drop by and stock up on these sexy, smokin' hot reads!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7020000328363734326?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-17556360524706611642011-12-01T12:00:00.001-04:002011-12-01T12:03:29.695-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFvC6pJgin0/Ttek_TdDGHI/AAAAAAAABtM/s2sM-jXyRaE/s1600/open_book.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFvC6pJgin0/Ttek_TdDGHI/AAAAAAAABtM/s2sM-jXyRaE/s400/open_book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681190862411995250" /></span></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What is the real value of a book review?</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >For most authors a review means validation for all our hard work and hope that we’ve produced a story readers will buy and enjoy. In many cases this is the only feedback we have to consider, since readers don’t often write what was once considered fan mail. But, just how important should that much-sought-after review really be? I’ve been writing, and getting reviews, for almost seven years now. I admit I was lucky in the sense that my first pro story was universally reviewed with top ratings and raves. But, that was before bloggers became a dominant voice in the world of books and reviews.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, which reviews DO matter to the overall marketability of your book is what becomes the real issue now. There are sites I respect and value as reviewers, well established sites with a team of reviewers who take their jobs as seriously as the authors they are reading. They take time to evaluate and consider what they have to say about a book, and to make solid and rational statements about their perceptions. Sites like Romance Junkies, The Romance Studio, Siren Reviews, Talking Two Lips Reviews, Long and the Short of It (and sister site Whipped Cream for their reviews of erotic books), Coffeetime Romance, Just Erotic Romance Reviews–to name only a few. (There are many reputable review sites, and a quick internet search will find them for you.) These sites have a policy in place that requires reviewers to submit their reviews, and they will be approved by the owners before being posted to the site. This gives a little time for clarity and review of thoughts, which can be invaluable.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Recently, with the popularity of blogging, there has been a marked surge in reviewers who operate individually from a blog they own. While it’s certainly true that ALL opinions are valid and valued, when bloggers become reviewers you have huge potential for confrontation and “bad” reviews. I can only speak from my personal experience with this new breed of reviewer, and it’s a mixed response at best. In my career of over four dozen books, I’ve only received a few questionable reviews, and they’ve been from bloggers who take it upon themselves to review books they read. In one instance the reviewer hit a book that contained one of her personal red zone issues… you know, the one thing that will kill any book for you kind of thing. Instead of admitting she couldn’t be objective about the book, which had received a number of 4 and 4.5 (out of 5) star reviews, she chose to post a review that defied reason. She ranted, quite literally–other authors went to read it, I share the bad and the good, and they were all stunned and confused, said her review was incoherent and made no sense, so how was anyone to take it seriously? This made me think a lot about whether this kind of review even has a value to potential readers. It was the second time in six months that such a review appeared on a single-person owned blog, and the second time the book wasn’t what the reviewer anticipated when buying it and choosing to review it. So, if you are wholly mistaken about what you’re about to read, or you hit a topic that sets you off–is it remotely fair to then proceed to trash author and book for the world to see, so to speak?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Some bloggers work hard to be objective and clear in their efforts to review books, and I applaud their dedication to authors and readers alike. The ones I personally object to are the ones who publish ranting, inarticulate messes and get their friends to jump in the moment someone disagrees with them. As an author, I refuse to comment on bad reviews posted to blogs. If it’s my book being shredded, the blogger gets a thank you for your input, which is all that’s required. ANY author who attempts to “justify” their work is giving the power to the person who needs to express their negative opinion mostly for the sake of gaining attention. Same rule applies to Amazon reviews, you’ll often notice there is one really poor review on many works–and if you look closer, few people see that as helpful. They recognize it for what it is, someone using the power of the rating button to simply be petty and mean. That’s not to say those who take the time to post thoughtful and honest reviews aren’t appreciated, because these are the readers themselves and they are often the best reviews we as writers can ever hope to receive.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >To new authors who really want to see your book reviewed, speak with your publishers about where to send your book for review, ask other authors who they trust. And, if you are unlucky enough to get a bad review, it will hurt, certainly, but smile, say thank you, and move on. Serious book review sites will listen to the author if there is a legitimate complaint about a review–I once asked Coffeetime Romance to review one of the reviews for a book I’d written because the reviewer hadn’t read the book–it was obvious in the fact that she continually called the hero by the wrong name and his name was part of the title. They removed the review and put it back into the queue for another reviewer to select in the event they wanted to do it more fairly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My final word to new authors on this touchy subject is this–reviewers are avid readers who love books, and they do this job because of that love. They are busy people with busy lives, just like authors, and they volunteer this service to support the writers they love so much. If you submit a book for review and it doesn’t get picked up, don’t hound the site owner or bitch on your Facebook about it–just keep sending the book for review, and accept what comes back to you with grace and professionalism. Most of all, just keep writing…the reviews are only a tiny part of the process, and at the end of the day, readers will read what they want to read. Reviews are bragging rights, they are not likely to make your book a best-seller or a flop, your writing skill is what does that, so keep learning your craft and improving with every new book!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-1755636052470661164?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-83393430045118725052011-11-30T17:00:00.007-04:002011-12-02T09:18:40.156-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>* * * CONTEST WINNER * * *</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I put all the printed comments into a bowl, and got my mom to draw a winner, she drew <b>AARON SPECA</b>'s name and I'll contact you later and send your prize, Aaron. Thanks so much everyone!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CASm9FWFF4/Ttacm6BaTjI/AAAAAAAABtA/yc6Sy3C0zuY/s1600/confetti-background-with-balloons.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680900172198596146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CASm9FWFF4/Ttacm6BaTjI/AAAAAAAABtA/yc6Sy3C0zuY/s400/confetti-background-with-balloons.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I have had a busy, busy year - more book releases than usual, and some very new genres experimented with - so now it's time for a little fun.... Anyone who leaves a comment on the blog between now and tomorrow midnight (ET) will be eligible for a gift package of no less than three of my recent books. The comment has to pertain to the post it's on - that's the only "rule" in this one.... I'll announce the winner here on Friday morning! So, let's hear your thoughts on whatever I've posted here recently!</div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-8339343004511872505?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-39286291180287908532011-11-25T20:51:00.001-04:002011-11-25T20:52:52.677-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpGi2zrkIMk/TtA4FVxeH5I/AAAAAAAABso/2WwulxMl3sA/s1600/Encounter_title.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpGi2zrkIMk/TtA4FVxeH5I/AAAAAAAABso/2WwulxMl3sA/s400/Encounter_title.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679100794509336466" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><i><span lang="EN-US">England</span></i></st1:place></st1:country-region><i><span lang="EN-US"> - 1889</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">The heavy darkness in the <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">London</st1:city></st1:place> sky had been threatening rain all day, now, late in the evening, that promise remained unfulfilled. But it was still there. Like so many other threats looming within the shadows. As he watched, the storm-grey above him deepened, and a gust of wind tore swaths of white cloud to shreds and tossed them carelessly into the emerging maelstrom, until they lost their airborne wildness and settled over the ground in a shroud of fog. Amid the swirl of night-cooling, water-laden air, he stood, waiting and watching. The Hunter, poised for confrontation, wishing fervently for peace, and completely aware that it was the latter which would be denied him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">He was an impressive figure in his solitary stance against the world. Tall, and straight, alert to all that drew breath in the sprawling city. If anyone had been permitted to venture close, they would have been surprised by the guardian who held vigil against the unseen evils that plagued their safe existence. He was a handsome man, with dark, aged eyes that saw everything and gave back very little. Despite the ancient wisdom that resided in him, his face was young; smooth, contoured planes striking in quality. He was dressed in the colours of the stormy night, and a wide-brimmed hat shaded his features further. His muscular form was given disguise by the fluttering, full length cape that added to the aura of mystery and danger that emanated from him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">It had been a night much like this, less than a season past, when his life had been altered in the most painful of ways. The woman he’d grown to love had died, in his arms, after a savage attack–by him. Gabriel Lucienne felt the anger and the agony searing his soul yet again when the ethereal face of Naenia Velarian swam into focus before his mind’s eye, blotting out the turbulent sky with her stunning beauty. As always, tears rose to make the image shimmer and glow, until it shattered with the falling of a single salt-tanged droplet of moisture, then he swallowed the rest of the endless swell of loss that wanted to pour forth in the wake of this tiny concession to grief.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Lucienne pushed aside the weakness that threatened to consume and paralyze him, turning his attention outward. To the night, and the evil that darkness spawned with such careless abandon. He could feel the presence of his latest assignment, an ancient warlock who preyed on the idle rich of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">London</st1:place></st1:city> society, growing wealthy and more powerful with each life that succumbed to his dangerous charm. In the distance, the massive tower clock called Big Ben chimed the eleventh hour.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">The Hunter’s steps echoed on the cobblestones as he strode through the heavy night air, his passing ruffling the dense churning of white mist that coiled and writhed on the ground. As he moved, steady, graceful, and lethal, Lucienne tugged his hat a little further down on his forehead, obscuring his features in shades of deep grey and black shadow. It hadn’t been so long ago that he’d walked these streets in search of a demon who had penetrated the echelons of the <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Royal Court</st1:address></st1:street>. He had cornered the alluring demon in the Queen’s private chambers, and had almost been arrested himself when her personal guards broke in and he found with Her Majesty. Like so many others, it wasn’t a particularly welcome or wanted memory. That hunt had ended in destruction, the demon destroyed, but the body of an old man who was known at Court lay dead on the floor. No doubt the reward for Lucienne’s capture had risen considerably after that assignment.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Lucienne stopped suddenly, a new scent reaching him amid the potent mix that was uniquely <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">London</st1:place></st1:city>. He shuddered, the response just beyond his ability to control it, and anger rose with shocking intensity and scope. His senses, always uncannily keen, had remained sharper than ever after his brief time cursed to being a werewolf. And, the scent that stirred his madness was once again drifting to him on the damp breeze. Despite the certainty that it was preposterous, he felt a moment of real fear as he pondered the possibility that the vampire lord, Vladius, had survived their battle. As quickly as the absurdity formed in the recesses of his mind, he shut it away and hastened his footsteps to a run.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">A scream ripped the low-level drone of night sounds in the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Great</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>, and for a single instant, Lucienne’s heartbeat leaped wildly. He contained the sensation of frozen horror, and reached inside his long cloaking cape, his pulse steadying in response to the feel of solid reality against his gloved hand as he drew a shining silver gun and approached the alley that loomed before him. He listened, straining his acute hearing for some telltale sign of what he would encounter in the next seconds. All he heard was the low, sighing breath of a dying girl. He stepped into the mouth of the alley, legs braced apart, booted feet silent now, in spite of the weight they supported. (Man and his weapons were no light load.)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">A red haze of blood-drenched fury tinted Lucienne’s vision and he lifted the gun and fired at the creature bent over the dying girl. He absorbed the shock and the vision as he moved toward the vampire; for he was in no doubt that what he had interrupted was a feeding creature of the night. He’d thought them all dead when Vladius was destroyed, but now realized it had been an uncharacteristically naive belief to assume that one vampire had spawned all who might walk the earth. The silver-haired head of this creature rose, and Lucienne stopped moving for an instant when he was transfixed by the hypnotic power of the vampire’s blazing eyes. They shone with preternatural brightness in the shadows, one minute molten gold fire, then the ice of winter-blue skies.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">With an effort of will, Lucienne shook off the mental hold and advanced swiftly. The creature was startled just enough to slow his reflexes, and Lucienne’s gun fired again in a quick volley of bullets. The vampire was flung back against the wall by the impact of the attack and the Hunter delved into his coat a second time. This time he produced a heavy silver stake and triggered the lethal point as he leaped toward the creature.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Lucienne was airborne when he was slammed hard into the nearest stone wall by a new arrival. Stunned, he shook his head and tried to discern what was happening around him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“deVillier! Go!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Not before I finish this, Paien.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Lucienne trembled inside at the malevolence in that rich, cultured voice. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was finally able to see the semblance of forms in the narrow space of the alley. He was being held against the building, one-handed, by a fair haired man. At the mouth of the alley, blocking any exit, stood a woman who was equal to Naenia Velarian in her beauty and stature. She looked every bit as fierce and formidable, as well.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Lucienne reacted on instinct and flung the stake toward the man who had been his first target. A roar of fury rose in the night and he was slammed harder into the brickwork at his back. For several beats of time, Lucienne held onto consciousness, then he lost his battle and the gaping abyss of true blackness swallowed him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“deVillier?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Soren was at her master’s side before the last echoes of his scream of pain had faded into the night. She pulled the stake free of his chest and flung it aside, then turned to look at the man who now lay at Paien’s feet. Her fangs elongated and her eyes shimmered, their enhanced vision sharpening further in the space of time it took for her true nature to emerge. She walked to the nobleman’s side and was reaching for Lucienne when she was pushed away.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Get deVillier to safety,” Paien ordered harshly. “I’ll take care of this.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“I want him dead, Paien!” She snarled in contempt. “And I want to savour the pleasure myself.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“No,” Paien positioned himself between his beautiful lover and the fallen hunter. He was shocked himself by his defense of the mortal, but something deep in his soul was demanding that he keep the man alive. He winced unconsciously when he heard the growl of his vampire father ripple the night air, and for an instant he looked in that direction. His stomach twitched in response to the sight of deVillier ripping the girl’s throat out and gorging on her blood. The ancient vampire’s healing would be rapid with the veritable feast he was indulging in at that moment.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">In the distance, police whistles were blaring, and Paien knew they had only precious minutes to get away from the scene of this grisly murder.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Take him back to the estate, Soren,” he ordered firmly. “I’ll follow you.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">She was still glaring at him, and Paien shuddered imperceptibly at the low, guttural rumble of her vampiric anger. He waited, unmoving, and finally she went to their vampire father and bent to touch his shoulder. deVillier’s head rose and he smiled at Paien for a moment, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he silently dared his knight to reproach him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Come, deVillier,” Soren murmured. “Paien will finish him for what he’s done to you.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">deVillier straightened, stumbled a little before he righted himself, then drew Soren close to his side. They rose in a graceful arc, and vanished into the cloud-strewn sky.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Who are you?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Paien turned to peer at the mortal, surprised to find the man was standing again and had a crossbow aimed at his heart. For an eternity that spanned centuries in the space of seconds, the two men stared at each other. Paien’s heart, inert for decades, perhaps centuries, suddenly surged to painful life in his chest, and the savage, pounding beat almost deafened him for timeless moments.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Lucienne looked into the unnaturally bright blue of the fair-haired man’s eyes and his breath caught in his throat. It was impossible, but he felt undeniable recognition as he stared into the fathomless depths of the vampire’s eyes. The night dropped away and he was standing on a battlefield, the armourment of the Templar Knights weighing on his body... and <i>this</i> man was at his side, sword drawn as they faced a common enemy...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“It’s not possible,” Lucienne breathed, shaken to the core of his spirit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Do you intend to use that?” Paien asked, his eyes flitting to the crossbow.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Again, the sense of drowning and flying assailed Lucienne. His own voice whispered a more recent memory to him: “My life is committed to the vanquishing of evil, in whatever shape it may take. My talent, if it may be called such, is that I can <b>sense</b> evil.” He let his mind focus, reaching into the presence beside him, and the answer murmured: “Evil does not rule this one. Evil may have made him, even left its mark on him. But evil does not rule him. So I cannot kill...” He’d been right each time he listened to this quiet voice within him, and he knew he was right now. The man/vampire before him, awaiting his judgement, was not truly a thing of pervading evil. Not as the other vampire he’d sensed and confronted in this alley. Lucienne didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed, and refused to examine the paradox more closely. Trusting instinct, he shook his head and said very softly, “I can’t.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Paien leaned closer, confusion evident on his features.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Who are you?” He heard the dread that textured the soft query, but he ignored it and waited for an answer.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Lucienne.” He paused, and with equal reluctance, asked the same question of the man before him.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Paien deBrassaunt,” Paien whispered, the reply extracted from a part of his soul that he’d thought long gone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Profound understanding passed between them, and went unacknowledged by words or reaction.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Why are you here, Hunter?” Paien asked when Lucienne made no effort to say anything further.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“I’m hunting,” Lucienne’s smile reflected the irony in his tone and he shouldered his crossbow. “Have you ever heard of a man calling himself Mandrake?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Paien’s smile was an echo of Lucienne’s sardonic humour. He nodded.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Try the old Carfax Estate,” he suggested. “The owner died recently, and Lord Rupert Avondale is restoring it,” he informed Lucienne, knowing the hunter didn’t actually have a name for his prey, and that this would insure he pursued and eradicated the right man.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Thank you.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Paien nodded curtly, glanced over his shoulder, and pointed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“You might want to leave before they find you here,” he commented.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Before the words did more than register, Lucienne felt the shift in the air that told him he was alone again. He pulled out his grappling gun and aimed at the roof. He was swinging over the edge as the alley began to fill with policemen.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“You dropped this.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">He turned in time to catch his wide-brimmed black hat as Paien tossed it and swirled away in a current of displaced air. Smiling grimly, Lucienne donned the hat and tugged it down on his forehead.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.5in; "><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">“Carfax it is,” he murmured to the darkness and turned his attention back to the man he’d been assigned to hunt down and destroy...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US">© 2010 Denysé Bridger</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-3928629118028790853?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-89225162817229924992011-11-25T00:01:00.000-04:002011-11-25T00:01:00.286-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9aSeopiTa8/Ts1Eh432YAI/AAAAAAAABsc/gO2g8B45ZKA/s1600/XOXOPublishing_BookCoverBanner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9aSeopiTa8/Ts1Eh432YAI/AAAAAAAABsc/gO2g8B45ZKA/s400/XOXOPublishing_BookCoverBanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678270054177071106" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >XoXo Publishing™ is very excited to announce that our all-new website is up and running! 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With ten, ménage/multi-partner short stories totaling 82,000 words, Threesomed is a bargain at $7.99. Also available in print.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ten sexy multi-partner stories by eight authors</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cesare Ancona, Denyse Bridger, Angela Daniels, Dee Dawning, La Marchesa, Kayden McLeod, Giselle Renarde, V A Gyna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Product Details</div><div style="text-align: center;">Format: Kindle Edition</div><div style="text-align: center;">File Size: 474 KB</div><div style="text-align: center;">Publisher: New Dawning Bookfair (November 21, 2011)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sold by: Amazon Digital Services</div><div style="text-align: center;">Language: English</div><div style="text-align: center;">ASIN: B006BKZ20Q</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-threesomedaneroticmenageanthology-644136-140.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On ARe Romance Books</span></a></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Threesomed-Anniversary-Multi-partner-Anthology-ebook/dp/B006BKZ20Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1322016222&amp;sr=1-1">Or from AMAZON</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-9015054105906508401?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-19553434975823792562011-11-21T20:24:00.001-04:002011-11-21T20:27:11.790-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2A7kttG3tE/Tsrr1hSKGNI/AAAAAAAABsE/nAoAuZRIqdc/s1600/Stacks-Of-Books.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2A7kttG3tE/Tsrr1hSKGNI/AAAAAAAABsE/nAoAuZRIqdc/s400/Stacks-Of-Books.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677609584954054866" /></span></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><text-align:></text-align:></span><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What’s in a book cover?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I was having a conversation recently with one of my acquisitions editors, and we got to talking about covers and how people respond to them. Authors often agonize over their book covers, driving artists to distraction with their “vision” of what is the perfect image to sell their book, but in the end, is it really the cover that pulls a reader? A good cover catches the eye, but what makes the reader part with their valued dollars? I’m thinking it has a lot more to do with the author from the moment the cover says “pick me up” to the potential buyer.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ultimately, we buy books for the stories they tell, so it’s the words that are really going to persuade a reader, isn’t it? How many people have been “fooled” by a stunning cover that masks a half-assed story that lacks depth and passion? I admit it’s happened to be a time or two, so I’ve started ignoring the pretty pictures to a large extent and really reading what is written in those all important blurbs on covers or webpages.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am often reminded of how much more important the words are when I am looking at Harlequin books. I admit that my favourite line of HQ books has been their flagship imprint, Harlequin Presents. Now, consider every book in that line carries the same white cover, banner, and then the image of a couple in the middle of a circle. What is important in these books is the title and author name blazed across the cover, not the often generic couple that adorns the book. These books rely on catchy blurbs and author reputation.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And what about the opposite–a cover that you find really ugly for whatever reason. Does that put you off the book to the point where you refuse to pick up the book and read the back of it? One of my publishers recently released a book with a cover that I detest. Not even the presence of Jimmy Thomas saves it for me. I know the author and she’s not someone I’d read if I was stuck on a desert island, so I have no way of knowing if I’d excuse that cover if it was someone else. I do know that I frequently buy books with plain covers that contain little more than author name and title, so I like to think I’m not always influenced by something as shallow as a picture on the cover. *lol*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, I’m curious what you, the readers, think of covers in general. Do you like sexy heroines, curvy heroines, kick-ass heroines–or are you drawn more to the hero of the story? The book cover that I spoke of earlier had the very sexy Jimmy Thomas, but the heroine was a frumpy looking, plus-size girl who just looked very unattractive. I have nothing against plus-size heroines, I’ve written them myself, I just don’t feel the need to label the book that way–a woman is what she is, and her body size is not what makes her beautiful to the hero, is it? Yet, here we are all of a sudden using this as a marketing angle. It’s a shame that everything devolves into a superficial need to “label” at all, but there you have it. Curvy girls are as gorgeous as slim and trim girls, it’s the skill of the writer that makes you fall in love with the characters, not the emphasis on what your heroine’s dress size is. So, again, would you buy a book just because the girl on the cover is less than “perfect” by media standards? I’m thinking there has to be more to it than that.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, dear readers – let’s hear from you – what do you like, and what don’t you like to see on the covers of the books you buy?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-1955343497582379256?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-10489320555282424012011-11-14T17:12:00.008-04:002011-11-14T17:34:10.469-04:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Today it is my pleasure to introduce you to a couple of wonderful new authors who have made the leap from Role-play on Facebook to published authors. They're debut effort is included in the best-selling collection called Evernight, available from XOXO Publishing and Amazon, as well as other online outlets. So, without further ado, meet Aaron Speca and Patricia Laffoon...</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyx2UzP5MPk/TsGHksqRysI/AAAAAAAABrs/jJ0N5ftinh8/s1600/Evernight2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyx2UzP5MPk/TsGHksqRysI/AAAAAAAABrs/jJ0N5ftinh8/s320/Evernight2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674966069997062850" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">How long have you been writing? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>We've been writing for a little over a year, since we joined a little Dark Hunter role playing (RP) group that now has nearly a thousand fans. We joined separately and met there, and after a while our group did an alternate future storyline, and we decided to surprise everyone in the group by making our characters husband and wife in that future. We wrote so well together that we decided to develop the beginning of their relationship in the present day, and then brought them into an alternate pirate world that one of our players created and rediscovered their relationship all over again. That was the basis for our first published short story "Tears of the Mermaid".</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">How long have you been a published author?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>*Checks the calendar* About ... seven weeks. *grins*</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">What titles do you have available?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Our story is "Tears of the Mermaid" in the anthology "Evernight: Romance in a World of Darkness" from Allison Cassatta.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">What made you choose mermaids as the subject of this story?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Well, Patricia's character Trish has been a mermaid in every incarnation. She's always had a fascination with mermaids and mermaid lore. When the pirate page was created in our role playing group, it was a perfect fit!</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Do you have any new titles coming soon?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>We are working on a follow up short for Volume 2 of "Evernight", then we would very much like to expand Rudy and Trish's story into a full-blown novel.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Will you be venturing into other areas of fiction or nonfiction anytime soon?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>This is all so new to us, we are just going with the flow. We've been tinkering with bringing some sci fi elements into our latest paranormal story in our RP group.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">What is your favourite genre and why?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sci fi, paranormal, and fantasy, because there is just so much you can do with your imagination. It truly is stepping into another world. </i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>We write almost exclusively with partners, and it's that "eureka" moment when a story just comes together, because you and your partner have a common vision and the characters and the story just take on their own life.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Our RP group has done some great stories in the Dark Hunter world, and we would be humbled and thrilled to be able to co-write some of them into a Dark Hunter book with Ms Sherrilyn Kenyon. There are at least three or four really good books in there, I just know it.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Where can readers find you on the web?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">On Facebook: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Aaron: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Aaron-Speca-AuthorEditor/216515161730857">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Aaron-Speca-AuthorEditor/216515161730857 </a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Patricia: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/laffoon.pat">http://www.facebook.com/laffoon.pat</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">On Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5200710.Aaron_Speca/blog">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5200710.Aaron_Speca/blog</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">EXCERPT FROM "TEARS OF THE MERMAID" BY AARON SPECA &amp; PATRICIA LAFFOON, IN THE ANTHOLOGY "EVERNIGHT: ROMANCE IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS" FROM ALLISON CASSATTA</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Trish did not have long to wait. He didn't arrive the way she thought he would. No, he stole onto the beach like a thief in the night. His steps faltered at first as he rose up from the waves that crashed upon the shore. He quickly found his footing and made his silent way towards the single, solitary figure sitting by the bonfire. Tossing down a bundle of clothes, standing naked he towered over her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">A small gasp escaped her lips and it was not one of pleasure by any means. "What?" he demanded. "Do you not find my form to your pleasing? I seem to remember a time when you thought so."</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">She turned her face away from him, and in that moment he leaned over, inhaling her scent. His eyes flared in the rapidly darkening dusk, then narrowed as he pulled on his britches, tucking his feet into a stout pair of black leather boots.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">"You lied to me; you said there was no human here." The look on his face turned into a snarl. "I can smell the same male on you that I smelled before!"</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">She scrambled back from her place on the sand in fear. "No! No you are mistaken!"</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">"Am I?" Aaron bent his knees slightly, grabbing Trish by her slender arms, dragging her up his well-defined chest. He could feel her resistance in the way she went rigid against him. His groin tightened as he drew in her scent again, dragging his nose and lips from the curve of her graceful shoulder, up her slender neck nuzzling just under her ear, whispering, "He was here, but he's not now is he?"</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">She tensed at his touch turning her face away from him. There was only one man's touch that she relished and his was not it. She had sent Rudy away from the island, and yes, she had summoned Aaron but it was to tell him that his attentions were no longer desired; actually that they never were. Now that he was here, the fear and trepidation she always felt in his presence came flooding back, as did the memory of his last visit when he first suspected that not only was there another man here, but a human at that. She had refused to tell Rudy where the scars had come from.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">"I…," she trembled, "I don't know what you're talking about."</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">"Trish you lied to me once and paid a heavy debt for it; don't let us have a repeat of that tonight. You called to me; there must have been a reason, what other could it be than you wanted me."</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>(For the rest of this story and eleven other great tales, go pick up Evernight: Romance in a World of Darkness, available directly from <a href="http://www.xoxopublishing.com/shopping/">XOXO Publishing</a>, or from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Evernight_-ebook/dp/B005NWT9LQ/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1319326899&amp;sr=8-7">Amazon</a> for the Kindle. Twelve stories for $5.99.)</i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-1048932055528242401?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-78501712654189977662011-11-11T13:14:00.007-04:002011-11-11T13:56:08.284-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lq5i9t1NsdE/Tr1fXtKZmqI/AAAAAAAABpo/q5ISYxSTg1o/s1600/KarenWhite1beach.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lq5i9t1NsdE/Tr1fXtKZmqI/AAAAAAAABpo/q5ISYxSTg1o/s320/KarenWhite1beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673795966421539490" /></a><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>The first Karen White book I had the pleasure of reading was a wonderful novel called <b>The Lost Hours</b>. Since then, I've read just about everything she's written, and loved them all!! If you haven't had a chance to read anything by this wonderful author, you really ARE missing out on something special and exciting. Ms. White has a flowing, engaging writing style that blends the most amazing elements into stories that sweep you away and keep you enthralled. In 2008, she wrote a book that would become the first of a special series: The Tradd Street Series. If you aren't familiar with this series, check her <a href="http://www.karen-white.com/books.shtml">website page</a> to learn more about all of her novels. The latest in this series is called <b>The Strangers on Montague Street,</b> and like the others in the set, there are ghostly happenings, love and conflict, redemption, and strong people who come to life with her skillful prose. Read on to learn more about this talented author and her work, I would HIGHLY recommend any of her books, but this series in particular is filled with magic and mystery.</i></div></i><div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPWWahD3W-Y/Tr1fXzAh-JI/AAAAAAAABp0/fTsL6c1zmQs/s1600/Strangers_on_Montagu_St.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPWWahD3W-Y/Tr1fXzAh-JI/AAAAAAAABp0/fTsL6c1zmQs/s320/Strangers_on_Montagu_St.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673795967990757522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Karen White Talks About the House at the Heart of</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">THE STRANGERS ON MONTAGU STREET</span></i></b><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">…</span></i></b></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >What was your inspiration for putting a dollhouse at the center of <u>The Strangers on Montagu Street</u>? Did you have a dollhouse when you were a child? <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" >I had an inexpensive cardboard dollhouse but was horribly jealous of my friend’s Victorian handmade wooden dollhouse! As I grew older, I began to classify dollhouses in the same category as clowns: creepy! And grist for a good ghost story!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >Melanie and Jack discuss searching for the house replicated by the dollhouse and note that over time many owners made changes to modernize their homes. Greek Revivals became Victorians, etc. Was that common? At what point did preservationists influence what could be changed on Charleston’s historic homes?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" >Amazingly, renovating your house was quite fashionable back in the day. Our ancestors were a frugal lot and it made more economic sense to renovate instead of tear down and rebuild. People didn’t move around frequently, so staying in the same town was common—but that didn’t mean that your residence couldn’t keep up with the going fashion. The Montagu Street house was a challenge to track down because it, too, had been “updated.” Luckily, preservationists did step forward—but not until it was too late for some homes in the historical districts. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;mso-pagination: widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:#C00000; mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >Jack talks about a miniature sideboard with diamond-shaped inlays on what appears to be mahogany. The inlay design is characteristic of Robert Wood, a cabinetmaker from Scotland. He had a shop in Charleston and today his furniture is very rare and very valuable. Did Wood actually exist? And did he make some miniatures?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" > Yes, Robert Wood did exist! Since Jack’s parents own an antique store on King Street, I figured I needed to be knowledgeable about the subject and I have several terrific books about furniture—which is how I discovered that particular piece and Mr. Wood (perfect name, isn’t it?). I have no idea if he made miniatures—that’s called “artistic license.”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;mso-pagination: widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:#C00000; mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >Nola, her mother, Melanie’s mother Ginny, Julia Manigualt and her brother William are all musically gifted—extremely so. Are you? Music influences the direction of your plot. The radio plays without warning. The dollhouse piano is an actual working miniature. What is being conveyed by the emphasis on music? Can you share the subtext without giving away any spoilers?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " > My mother was a music major in college (she played the piano and the alto sax(!)) and I grew up playing the piano and singing (and still do both). Music has been a huge part of my life and I was so excited to use it in a book! There is a genetic link with artistic gifts, and I thought the music one would be a great connection among the characters. Like all artists, musicians share a connection whether or not they’re related. And whether or not they’re living or dead.</span><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >The ceiling of the porch on Montagu Street is described as “haint blue.” What’s that about?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" >A “haint” is a ghost—and African slaves began the tradition of painting porch ceilings a light blue to scare away ghosts and spirits. People also say that it will deter bees and birds from building nests on one’s porch because they think it’s the sky—but from personal observation, that’s not true!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >Have you been places that are supposedly haunted? Do you know people who claim to have seen ghosts?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" > I’m a glutton for punishment and when traveling, I always opt for the “haunted room” in an inn or castle. Last year in Scotland, my son and husband (thankfully, not me) witnessed a vase hurled across the room in front of them. We were staying at a reputedly haunted 14^th century castle near the Culloden Battlefield. I can honestly say that was the first night I’ve ever slept with both eyes open.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Melanie’s ability to see ghosts seems more powerful than in previous </span></i></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Tradd Street<i> novels. Is that because she’s now accepted her “gift?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yes, definitely. In the beginning, she saw her ability solely as a curse. With her mother around, she’s become more accepting, and has also just begun to appreciate her ability to help others through her unusual gift. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" >Is this the first time you’ve written about spirits possessing inanimate objects? <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " ><span class="Apple-style-span" > Yes—but it might not be my last!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When is your next book out? <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " >I’m returning to coastal Georgia for SEA CHANGE, which is set on St. Simons Island and will be published in June 2012.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial;color:#C00000;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><br /></span></p></div> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " >THE STRANGERS ON MONTAGU STREET by Karen White<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; " >An NAL Trade Paperback/Original/On Sale November 1, 2011/$15.00/978-0-451-23526-8 ● 0451235266</span></b></p><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbODUyvRiYQ/Tr1g338L5wI/AAAAAAAABqM/hAo54UA33sY/s1600/Karen%2BWhite%2BMontagu%2BBehind%2Bthe%2BBook.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dbODUyvRiYQ/Tr1g338L5wI/AAAAAAAABqM/hAo54UA33sY/s400/Karen%2BWhite%2BMontagu%2BBehind%2Bthe%2BBook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673797618582152962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><a href="http://www.karen-white.com/">Visit Karen's Website</a></b></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7850171265418997766?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-57882280091899908702011-11-10T14:01:00.004-04:002011-11-10T14:35:44.882-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Hello everyone!! Exciting news - the vampire ménage tale <b>STOLEN RAPTURE</b> has just been released - it's wild, and it's sexy - and the seductive men of this story were inspired by two of my favourite vampire characters. For those of you in the US, we're holding a special contest to celebrate!! If you buy this book, or any other from my catalogue, between now and Sunday at midnight, send me a copy of your receipt and you will entered to win a copy of the <b>JIMMY THOMAS 2011 Collectible Calendar</b>. Jimmy will send you the calendar himself, along with a package of special extras - to see what they are, <a href="http://www.jimmythomas.com/2011-Calendar.htm"><b>VISIT HERE</b></a> - that simple!! Remember, email me <b><a href="mailto:denysebridger@yahoo.ca">HERE</a>,</b> with "New Release Contest" in the subject - and you're entered! I'll announce the winner on Monday morning!!</i></span></div><div><span><strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8der5DOnlk/TrwThkOOYTI/AAAAAAAABpc/dkDEwcrtTWw/s1600/StolenRapture_adsize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8der5DOnlk/TrwThkOOYTI/AAAAAAAABpc/dkDEwcrtTWw/s400/StolenRapture_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673431097959932210" /></a><br /></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong>STOLEN RAPTURE</strong></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Publisher: <span>New Dawning International Book Fair</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Cover Art: Kayden McLeod</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl.master&amp;product_id=102&amp;category_id=4&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=186&amp;vmcchk=1"><b>Buy it here</b></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Blurb:</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>When work brings Deluna Jordan face to face with a man who knows her better than she knows herself, she soon discovers he shares everything with his boss, including lovers…and a thirst for blood…and she is about to become the lucky recipient of all their desires…</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Excerpt:</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong><br /></strong></span></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span></span></span> </span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>Rahve knew the instant Cord and his playmate arrived. He turned and even with a room between them, he could smell sex. He snorted silently. So Cord had f**ked her already tonight. That explained the limousine service. His eyes swept over the woman, cataloging the elegant dress, the voluptuous curves that were just a little too rounded for current fashion, and the sparkling hazel eyes that were still a little dazed from orgasm.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>He went to join them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Nice of you to show up," he said to Cord.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Screw you," Cord snapped, then laughed. "This," he turned to the woman at his side, "is Deluna <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region></st1:place>. Baby, this is my partner—"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Boss."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Partner," he repeated, ignoring Rahve's correction, "Rahve Falcon."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Falcon," Deluna said, offering her hand. He took it and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing the backs of them very softly. She stared in surprise.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Rahve," he requested. "Cord's told me a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name. Welcome to my home, and thank you for coming to the party."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cord hasn't told me a lot about you," she replied.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"I'm not surprised," Rahve answered. Falcon was genuinely amused. Cord watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. "Would you like a drink?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Thank you, that would be lovely."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>Rahve was being summoned from the other side of the room and his dark eyes flickered with annoyance that was easily read. He excused himself and on his way to the agitated woman waving less than discreetly to him, he stopped and directed one of the waiters to bring her a glass of champagne.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"Be careful around him," Cord advised. "He's interested in you."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>She stared at him, eyebrow raised. "You can tell that from hello, can you?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"I've known Rahve a lot of years, baby," he said, tone ominous. "He enjoys dangerous games."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"And you don't?" There was ice in her voice, making the words caustic in tone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>Cord's blue and green gaze was hard when he met hers, and she shivered.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>"You like my games," he stated. "Rahve plays by different rules."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span>She shrugged with false indifference and strolled into the crowd, fully aware of Cord's eyes watching every move she made. The night was going to be a long one. The thought had barely passed into her awareness when she felt someone staring at her, the look almost a tangible touch that brushed her spine and made her entire body tingle.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span><br /></span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><i><span lang="EN-US">There are things Cord should have told you.</span></i><span lang="EN-US"> Rahve's voice was inside her head somehow and she looked around, trying to locate him in the large crowd. Chills that had nothing to do with the actual temperature make her quiver. She closed her eyes, her equilibrium gone as the room faded to grey shadows. Her last thought was that she'd never fainted in her life, and this was not the time to start.</span></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl.master&amp;product_id=102&amp;category_id=4&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=186&amp;vmcchk=1">BUY IT HERE</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Berling Antiqua'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold" lang="EN-US"><span></span></span> </div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-5788228009189990870?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-39078263523505867032011-11-01T17:07:00.002-03:002011-11-01T17:11:40.906-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5OQ9okl3zo/TrBSPAk4dBI/AAAAAAAABoY/jHI38qGD-po/s1600/Master_of_Subser_4adsize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5OQ9okl3zo/TrBSPAk4dBI/AAAAAAAABoY/jHI38qGD-po/s400/Master_of_Subser_4adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670122348665664530" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong><span>Master of Subservience - The Interview</span></strong></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong><span>by Kayden McLeod</span></strong></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong><span><a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl.master&amp;product_id=101&amp;category_id=4&amp;manufacturer_id=26&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=186&amp;vmcchk=1&amp;Itemid=186">BUY IT HERE</a></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong>Blurb:</strong></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><br /></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em>Madam Clairette isn’t an average woman by anyone’s standards. She runs an unusual, multi-functional establishment that serves as a playground to both Doms and Subs, along with her carefully selected clients. Bethany’s boyfriend, Daniel, is confident he can bring Bethany into this world of primal sex and new adventures. But first, Bethany has to meet the Mistress of the house. Will Madam Clairette see the sensual beauty Daniel does, and allow the love of his life to accompany him into his universe?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><br /></em></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong>Excerpt:</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong><br /></strong></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Madam Clairette cleared her throat. “Out of curiosity, when was the last time you had sex?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Bethany’s heart took on a furious beat. Her inner thighs grew wet. She thought of the last time she’d indulgenced in carnal pleasures. Daniel had bitten his way up the spot where her leg met her hips, teasing her before moving to her core. When had that been? Oh, yes. “A week or so. Daniel cut me off when you told him you wanted to see me.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Oh, now that’s just cruel of him! But predictable. He had tough teachers.” Madam Clairette leaned back in her chair. “We’ll fix that soon enough, won’t we, Luke?” The blonde to the Mistress’ left nodded. “First, we have a few more aspects to go over. Not only do I provide an excellent environment for our subs, doms, and guests to pander to their fantasies, I have systems set in place to ensure everyone is kept happy at all times,” the Mistress said. “If something, anything, is stricken off the list of what you are willing to do, I can ensure it does not happen.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“How can you make this promise?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Do you think my men are so nicely built just to ride? There will be at least one, if not two at every event, strictly there to closely watch everything and enforce my rules. They are knowledgeable in all their charges, and these two…” She waved toward the men at her back. “…will keep a special eye on you until you get into the swing of things. Everyone who enters my house is carefully screened, so we rarely have any problems.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Madam Clairette reached into a drawer of her desk, and pulled out a beautifully carved wooden box, setting it down between them. “The contents of this box means of distinction between you, and the rest under my employ. My clients know on sight what they are permitted to do to you without having to ask.” She slid the lid open. She pulled out a thin jeweler’s box and handed it to Bethany.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>The box revealed an antiqued silver necklace. The metal encased brilliant garnets within the elegant ivy pattern. The finely detailed design was expensive, the weight heavy in Bethany’s hand.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“It is yours to keep. The garnet symbolizes your submission, and how you’ll be identified by the others of this household. The contrasting sapphire is set in a strongly colored metal of gold, a representation of their dominance. I am sure you’ve seen Daniel wear it.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Yes, I have. I wondered why he always wore it, though never asked why.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Her attention shifted to the necks of the men behind the mistress, noting Luke wore a masculine version of the red one. Keegan’s neck flashed with blue, the setting brilliant gold and the pattern of harsh points contrasting the softer version of silver ivy. It was a clear distinction.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>The Mistress’ hand dipped into the drawer again, emerged with thirty or so colored bangles. A quick check to the men showed neither wore any.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“And these represent something you won’t do. For instance, do you take it in the ass?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Keegan chuckled at the blunt question.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Bethany prided herself on her lack of reaction. She could be brash when she wished to be. “Yes.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Though you insinuated this before, would you care for more than one man at a time?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Yes. I have never had more than three, though I’m willing to trying new things,” Bethany said.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“What about women?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“I’ve never been with a woman.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>The Mistress placed a yellow bangle in front of her. Ahh, negotiations. Bethany’s breath caught in her throat. Would this harm her chances?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“It doesn’t mean...”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“When and if you feel the need to change it, you are welcome to do so. No one will tell you differently. Give yourself time to adjust.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Thank you.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Absolutely no thanks needed,” Madam Clairette said. “If there is ever a problem, no matter how small, come and tell me. We will discuss and do what we can to solve it. My door is always open to you, for anything at all. I want your time here to be comfortable. Promise me that, will you?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Bethany breathed a sigh of relief. The mistress had spoken as if she’d already been accepted. “I promise. I know I will love it here.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Oh, so do I.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span ><strong>Our Price: $2.99</strong></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span ><strong><a href="http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&amp;flypage=flypage.tpl.master&amp;product_id=101&amp;category_id=4&amp;manufacturer_id=26&amp;option=com_virtuemart&amp;Itemid=186&amp;vmcchk=1&amp;Itemid=186">BUY IT HERE</a></strong></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-3907826352350586703?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-78475179754831962742011-10-31T04:00:00.001-03:002011-10-31T04:00:10.720-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Today, please welcome author David Alan Dickens. He's agreed to spend Halloween with us, and to tell you about his book, and a little about the author himself.... Dragon Blood has a striking cover, and I'm reading it now and can tell you it's wonderful. Visit David's fabulous website, and get to know more about ALL his titles!! Now, welcome David....</i></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF8mG6GEHTQ/Tq3TfbmTZbI/AAAAAAAABoM/cWI5-aM76_0/s1600/DragonBlood-2ndED-full.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF8mG6GEHTQ/Tq3TfbmTZbI/AAAAAAAABoM/cWI5-aM76_0/s400/DragonBlood-2ndED-full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669420042867140018" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div> </div> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA">How long have you been writing?</span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA" lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA">Thank you, Denyse! I have been actively ‘writing’ for about ten-years, but have studied prose closer to twenty. I’d experimented with short-stories and poems in those earlier days, but wasn’t ready to scribe a competent novel until later, after my literary feet were completely wet. </span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA" lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA" lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="2"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>How long have you been a published author?</span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>I am actually a self-published author, and began publishing my own line of fiction in 2008, when I began learning of POD publishing and several other Promethean opportunities for 21^st Century writers. The publishing industry is rapidly changing and leverage belongs to anyone who is able to wield it.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="3"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA">What titles do you have available</span><span lang="EN-CA">? </span><span lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span></li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>I currently have five paranormal-thrillers available on Amazon: KING OF THE DEAD, ALIEN SIEGE, HITLER’S WOLVES, DRAGON BLOOD and THE PLAGUE. I am also a recovering alcoholic and published a nonfiction title detailing my battle with substance-abuse, and my ultimate recovery. Drug and alcohol addiction is an entirely different horror, in and of itself. Please see my website for complete details surrounding Defeating Addiction / Keys To Conquering Substance-Abuse, as well as book-descriptions and sample-chapters for each novel listed. </span></span></span><span><a href="http://www.hauntedcravings.com/">www.HauntedCravings.com</a></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA"> </span><span lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="4"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN">What made you choose paranormal as your writing genre?</span><span lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN">I have always loved horror, especially the gentler, kinder variety of my childhood. I never missed an episode of Ghost Host Theater, a local program whose narrator was an evil scientist. Amidst bubbling beakers and smoldering test-tubes, he was always conjuring up something or another in his laboratory. The movie which followed was usually a Grade-B relic, yet each brought a comfortable, campy feel. I aspire to instill that with my books. That’s what I mean by bringing back the classic horror novel. Readers want fright, but they also want some fun. </span><span lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="5"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Do you have any new titles coming soon?</span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Yes, I have a book about an old Queen Ann house during, and briefly following, the Civil War. The house was purchased by a pair of sisters from Europe, and they immediately opened a convalescing home for the many war-wounded. But their altruistic behaviour merely cloaks the blackest of motives.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="6"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>What is your favourite genre and why?</span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Horror /Paranormal will always enthral me. But I also have a penchant for a great techno-thriller or even a Love Story (slightly different than Romance). I am even considering authoring a Romance. I think I have a great outline coming together, and some sparks of passion!</span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="7"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?</span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Gosh, there are so MANY exciting parts to the writing process: From the moment a great theme / idea pops into my head, to appraising that first paragraph, to finally seeing my book in print. I think the utmost excitement comes later, however, when a great review comes hopping along! </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="8"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA">If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?</span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA" lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA">If I could choose a living or dead person, I would choose Edger Allan Poe or Sylvia Plath. I think both were very dark and very deep, and each was absolutely brilliant. I think the best mushrooms grow in the darkest caves. If I were to choose a living author to write with, Stephen King or Ken Follett would be near the top of the list.</span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA" lang="EN-CA"></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA" lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1" start="9"> <li style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Where can readers find you on the web?</span></span></span> </li></ol> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span>Each of my six titles are listed on Amazon.com, as well as my personal website, </span><span><a href="http://www.hauntedcravings.com/">www.HauntedCravings.com</a></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><br /></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Thanks so much for being my guest.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Mr. Dickens is a 47-year-old novelist from Baltimore, Maryland. He is also a recovering alcoholic. “I think writing may have helped save my life,” David proclaims. “By writing, ideating, I was able to distract myself and my addictive persona long enough to string together some sobriety, which turned into recovery.”</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>David loves to terrify his reader-audience, and will diligently search out the darkest caves of the paranormal world.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span> </span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span>Then he will bring it into your home!<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><i>Have a look at the book now:</i></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; " class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">The storm was a witness to her hunger.</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">Groans of thunder rolled through the clouds, muffled warnings, a call to feed. Chills and cramping began seizing her body, symptoms she knew but could not fathom.</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">It's too soon, thought Samarah, feeling ice in her bones. Her blood was crying as a sense of panic, raw mania, sprinted toward her. Her heart was racing and she suddenly wanted to scream and cry at the same time, to burst with tears of anguish and unquenchable thirst. She began shivering.</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">The cravings came like a diabetic in need of insulin, the starving in need of nutriment, the drowning in need of rescue. There would be no sleep. There would be no rest. There would be no peace or sanity. All would be lost if she did not hunt.</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">As the sky darkened, lightning appeared in scattered flickers, muzzled flashes,</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">"scattered like raindrops"</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA; layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">...like my thoughts"</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA; layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">A thick journal lay atop a small writing table. But her last sentence was unfinished. A silver pen glimmered near the manuscript, beckoning her to continue.</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both">But Samarah could no longer write. She could no longer think. As a steady rain drummed the rooftop, she went to her bedroom window. Sheets of rain shifted and swirled, and waves lopped from the roofline gables, slapping the ground and washing throughout the pit of her stomach. A torrent of water sprinted down the gutter and the street was spattered frantically.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Blood-David-Alan-Dickens/dp/1450546544/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1316639664&amp;sr=1-7">Order Amazon Softcover</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Blood-ebook/dp/B005O58T2M/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1316639664&amp;sr=1-2">Order Kindle Ebook</a></span></b><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-CA;mso-fareast-language:EN-CA;layout-grid-mode:both"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua','serif'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><span> </span></span></p><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-7847517975483196274?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-64101616284584841212011-10-29T09:59:00.005-03:002011-10-29T10:06:10.702-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXRf8F1GbKs/Tqv5FgpM11I/AAAAAAAABn0/PwT3x34dUps/s1600/BellaSignorina_Adsize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXRf8F1GbKs/Tqv5FgpM11I/AAAAAAAABn0/PwT3x34dUps/s320/BellaSignorina_Adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668898429033305938" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em>Set in the Eternal City of Rome, Italy - the night just got a little bit steamier when two people finally give in to their attraction for each other and take a leap that might change their lives forever.... A best-seller for six months when it was released a few years ago, this expanded and revised version is a little sexier, a little hotter, and whole lot more sensual -- take a look and fall in love..... And if you're curious, listen to the song here:</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhPKL1O0BzU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhPKL1O0BzU</a></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">BELLA SIGNORINA</span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong>Revised and expanded</strong></span></div> <div><div style="text-align: justify;">Genre: Sweetly sensual contemporary romance</div><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Cover by: Kayden McLeod</div></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Publisher: Solstice Publishing</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><a href="http://www.solsticepublishing.com/products/Bella-Signorina-%252d%252d%252d-PDF-EBOOK.html">BUY IT HERE</a></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Price: $0.99</span></div><span></span> <div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Blurb:</strong></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><strong><br /></strong></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em>Set in Rome, <strong>Bella Signorina</strong> is a sweet, romantic story of two people who meet in a trendy caffè, and through the magic of dance and music discover they have many things in common. Bianca comes to Caffè Rosati every week, and for many weeks she's been watching a special man, a handsome, charming stranger who dances, flirts, and leaves alone each week. Bianca is a woman who enjoys her freedom, and has been hurt before, so she's not anxious to fall in love again. Something about the enigmatic Stefano has captivated her heart, though, and she is drawn to him in spite of herself. When she finally gathers her courage to approach him, and ask him to dance, little does she know that her entire world is about to change.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><br /></em></span></div> <div><span><em></em></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em>Stefano Esposito is a man who's past relationships have not left him much in the way of ideals about women. Many have claimed to love him, none have understood him. Stefano is a rare breed in today's world of fast-paced life and love. He is a gentleman, a man who many consider a little out of step with the times. For Stefano, falling in love is the completion of a soul, not the consummation of a sexual itch. He wants the woman in his life to respect, understand, and adore him, as he will her. When he meets Bianca, he wonders if he's finally found the one he's waited a lifetime for? She understands his internal conflicts, his desires, and his dreams, after only hours together.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><br /></em></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em>When their attraction to each other flares too quickly and too intently, Stefano pulls back. Confused and uncertain, Bianca flees his beautiful home and business, and goes back to her busy life. But, once the dance has begun, is there a way to go back to what you knew before, or is it just a matter of time before the music lures you back to your dreams and, perhaps, makes them reality?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><br /></em></span></div> <div><em></em> </div> <div><em></em> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em><span>Read an excerpt:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em><span><br /></span></em></strong></div> <div> </div> <div align="center"><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>I simply smiled and raised a glass when she walked over</em></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Then love began, she took my hand, and said let’s dance…</em></div></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"><span><em><br /></em></span></div> <div> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Bianca allowed the music to surge into her being, until the only thing real was the easy rhythm of motion that had her spinning into the pulsing sounds of the catchy song. She’d danced with Gianni many times, and no thought was involved, only the perfect movement and the music. He was an excellent partner, and as always, the song ended too soon. Tonight, as often happened, there was a small burst of applause for the performance they’d given.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>She smiled and turned to go back to her table when the handsome stranger at the bar lifted his glass and saluted her. For just an instant, the cafe and its patrons vanished, and there was only his sparkling eyes and the humor that emanated from him. Excitement surged into her veins, making her reckless and determined. Bianca murmured an excuse to Gianni, then changed direction and headed directly for the beautiful man she’d been wanting to meet.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>When she stood in front of him, she offered her hand.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>He took it, kissed it, and waited, faint challenge in his eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>She ignored the tremor working its way into her knees and making them wobbly.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Let’s dance,” she invited.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Laughter accompanied the shake of his head.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Bianca eyed him with amusement.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Why?”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“I don’t dance, <em>bella</em>.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>His voice was soft, richly modulated, and layered with too many subtleties to readily define them all.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Of course you do,” she countered, her head tilting to one side. “I’ve seen you dance here.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>“Not like you do,” he replied.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span>He reached for his wine, and she caught his hand and tugged, gently but insistently drawing him with her as she walked back to the dance floor, her gaze locked with his startled look. The four piece band was just beginning a lively number when Bianca struck a pose and waited for him to take the lead. He did, and she was totally unprepared for the shock of awareness that went through her when he pulled her to him and they started to move like one person…</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.solsticepublishing.com/products/Bella-Signorina-%252d%252d%252d-PDF-EBOOK.html">BUY IT HERE</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-6410161628458484121?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-9454888442826956092011-10-21T04:00:00.000-03:002011-10-21T04:00:02.148-03:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" >What Makes a Guy Sexy?</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " ><b>As a writer and a reader of erotic romance, I’m always looking for a hero that curls my toes and makes me smile until my cheeks hurt.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " ><b>When I began writing in this genre, I considered the physical aspects pretty important. The guy had to be tall – at least six three – well endowed (of course) – and preferably dark and dangerous.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " ><b>As I soon learned, physical aspects were just the proverbial cherry on top of the sundae. What was most important was his inner soul and heart. I discovered a man was at his sexiest when he was loyal to the woman he loved and was willing to risk all, even his life, to make certain she was safe.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " ><b>Now, there’s a hero. The kind of guy who’ll stand next to you against everyone, or in the case of a paranormal romance, everything. A man who’s comfortable in his own skin and has a core of honor that can’t be compromised.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial">Stop me, I’m getting hot already. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Arial;mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span>J</span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " ><b>For my newest releases <i><a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/books/sinn/">SiNN</a> </i>(contemporary ménage) and <i><a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/books/unending-desire/">Unending Desire</a> </i>(erotic paranormal), I made certain that nothing was more important to my heroes than the woman they loved. They go through hell with her and for her in two lusty journeys.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " ><b>Here’s the cover art, blurb and a link to an excerpt for each to give you a hint of what I mean. Enjoy!</b></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:#FF3300" >Oh, and one more thing – I’m hosting a contest today…more on that later.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUyULKCzMVA/TpheucDBeZI/AAAAAAAABls/G5wc4qjipWA/s1600/sinn_msr%255B1%255D%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUyULKCzMVA/TpheucDBeZI/AAAAAAAABls/G5wc4qjipWA/s320/sinn_msr%255B1%255D%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663380683314264466" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial">SiNN – </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial">contemporary erotic romance (ménage) from Ellora’s Cave</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;MS Mincho&quot;" ><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;MS Mincho&quot;" >She’s every man’s carnal fantasy…and the target of one’s revenge</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;" >At a <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Phoenix</st1:place></st1:city> gentleman’s club, Lea dances as SiNN, her body bared and vulnerable to her male partner, her features hidden behind a feathered mask. To the men watching, she’s a sensual enigma, submissive and seductive with no face, name or history. Not even Lea knows her real origins.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;" >A man from the past does and wants her dead. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;" >Not on the watch of <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">U.S.</st1:place></st1:country-region> Marshals Jake Gabriel and Toby Quinn. Commanding and decisive, Jake not only wants Lea’s safety but to have her naked and yielding beneath him. To Toby, she’s all he should resist but cannot. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;" >Protected by them at a secluded estate, Lea’s drawn to their potent masculinity and the raw male lust in their eyes. Inviting desire and an emotional connection, she submits to both at once, surrendering to their most shameless hunger along with her own wanton needs.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;" >All while a killer edges closer…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial">Buy link (with excerpt): </span></b><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9642-sinn.aspx"><span style="font-family: Arial">http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9642-sinn.aspx</span></a></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFQJY2KWxOE/TpheuvXNorI/AAAAAAAABl0/AEfgMP-WdhI/s1600/UnendingDesireV2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFQJY2KWxOE/TpheuvXNorI/AAAAAAAABl0/AEfgMP-WdhI/s320/UnendingDesireV2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663380688499221170" /></a><br /><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial">UNENDING DESIRE </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial">– erotic paranormal romance from Samhain Publishing</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">His hunger for one woman will make him a traitor to his world…</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">Outlawed Realm, Book 1</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;" >From a portal in his lab on E2, one of the five dimensions of Earth, quantum physicist Nikoli Zorr gazes on everything forbidden to him. Passion. Desire. The exquisite pleasure of running his hands over the lush curves of a young woman he should have stopped watching weeks ago.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;" >His duty is to close the portals that keep the monsters out of E2—and never interfere with the inevitable fate of those on the other side. Yet he can’t bring himself to abandon the woman who has captured his soul.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;" >Psychologist Regina Page is trying to keep her mind on her client, and off the mysterious, unbearable sexual cravings that consume her when she’s alone in her bedroom. The next moment she’s attacked by vampires, then swept into another realm by a stranger whose touch awakens that same raw desire. Whose eyes are already filled with farewell.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;" >Yet beneath their undeniable carnal lust, something else stirs. The beginnings of illicit love. The unexpected need to protect him. Even if it means risking body, blood and soul to defeat the merciless horde…for a future that was never meant to be. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" >_______________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;color:red">Product Warnings</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;color:red">Contains a repressed scientist who likes to look, and the woman who delights in unleashing his inner caveman. And sex hot enough to burn a hole in all three dimensions…and maybe create a whole new one.</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">Buy Link (with excerpt): </span></b><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://store.samhainpublishing.com/unending-desire-p-6491.html">http://store.samhainpublishing.com/unending-desire-p-6491.html</a></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; " >Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing and Kensington<i>. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,</i> <i>Romantic Times</i> and numerous online sites have praised her work; she has reached finals and/or placed in numerous RWA–sponsored contests. Three of her erotic novels were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. <i>Sensual Stranger,</i> her erotic romance, was chosen Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category) at the French review site, Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance <i>Lush Velvet Nights</i>; and <i>Deep, Dark, Delicious </i>(erotic romance) recently received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011). She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a <st1:place st="on">Hollywood</st1:place> production company.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">Email: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="mailto:tina@tinadonahue.com"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">tina@tinadonahue.com</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">Website/blog: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.tinadonahue.com/"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">www.tinadonahue.com</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">Twitter: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://twitter.com/tinadonahue"><span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">http://twitter.com/tinadonahue</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">Facebook: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000458023097"><span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;">http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000458023097</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color:red" >*** CONTEST ***<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red" >To celebrate the release of <i>SiNN and Unending Desire, </i>I’m offering a contest. One lucky commenter on this blog will have her choice of one of my following ebooks**:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>1.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>2.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>3.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>4.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>5.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>6.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal; "><!--[if !supportLists]--><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:red"><span>7.<span style="font:7.0pt &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red">Take Me Away - #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;color:red"><span class="Apple-style-span" >** Winner chosen at random. Winner chosen October 23.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><text-align:></text-align:></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-945488844282695609?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-8047076436863626262011-10-17T21:15:00.011-03:002011-10-17T21:40:19.030-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qx03mHgi9gU/TpzFVj7LPcI/AAAAAAAABnM/NGBRpwDuArI/s1600/TSWWM-big.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664619405536607682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qx03mHgi9gU/TpzFVj7LPcI/AAAAAAAABnM/NGBRpwDuArI/s400/TSWWM-big.jpg" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span">The Spy Who Wants Me</span></b><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span">3rd book in The Goddard Project series</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Reissue from Trade Paperback</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Mass Market Paperback</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Kensington Brava - October 2011</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">ISBN-10: 075822916X</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">ISBN-13: 978-0758229168</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Buy the book:</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?EAN=9780758229168">B&amp;N</a> ~ <a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/The-Spy-Who-Wants-Me-Lucy-Monroe/9780758229168-item.html?ikwid=the+spy+who+wants+me&amp;ikwsec=Books">Chapters </a>~ </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.booksamillion.com/product/9780758229168">Books-a-Million</a> ~ <a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/075822916X">Amazon</a></span></span></div><br />Lucy Monroe has penned a thrilling, entertaining read that will keep readers on the edge of their seats. Right from the start, it's clear that Elle is a kickass type heroine that very few men would want to even bother try to mess with. But Beau is not afraid to challenge the beautiful black ops agent and does so whenever he gets the chance. As their relationship grows, he wants to protect her, even as she resists his actions. No one protects Elle except Elle! Elle tries to keep her emotions at bay ever since she lost her husband years ago and doesn't want to feel the pain of losing the man she loves once again. It's up to Beau to break through the barrier she's erected.<div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">Beau made his choices early on to pursue his career with ETRD, despite it causing him to lose a fiancée and his parents to disown him. But he's very proud of his work and has forged a very nice life. Elle's entrance into his life throws him for a loop because she is so different from other women. Her mysterious job and life has him wanting to know her better, despite her refusal to let him. Will he win their battle of wills? Can the bad guys be stopped?</span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">As the suspense in THE SPY WHO WANTS ME builds, so does the relationship between Elle and Beau. There is no doubt that whoever is behind the security leak will stop at nothing to get what they want — top secret plans that could change the world. It's soon a race to prevent the bad guys from getting the plans. The third book in The Goddard Project series, Lucy Monroe has once again proven herself to readers with an electrifying winner in THE SPY WHO WANTS ME. —Patti Fischer, <a style="COLOR: rgb(154,4,5); TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.romrevtoday.com/">Romance Reviews Today</a></span></div></div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1YudcB5Iw4/TpzHIQbVi_I/AAAAAAAABnY/5b0QMBS5-e0/s1600/FDS_big.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664621375987747826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1YudcB5Iw4/TpzHIQbVi_I/AAAAAAAABnY/5b0QMBS5-e0/s400/FDS_big.jpg" /></a><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//www.lucymonroe.com/AbouttheBooksFDS.htm"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">For Duty's Sake</span></b></a><br /><div><b>USA Today Bestseller List</b></div><div>Mass Market Paperback</div><div>Harlequin Presents #2993 - June 2011</div><div>ISBN - 10:0373129939</div><div>ISBN -13: 978-0373129935</div><div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Buy: <span class="Apple-style-span"><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0373129939">Borders </a>~ <a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbninquiry.asp?EAN=9780373129935">B&amp;N</a> ~ <a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/For-Dutys-Sake-Lucy-Monroe/9780373129935-item.html?ikwid=for+duty%27s+sake&amp;ikwsec=Books">Chapters </a>~ <a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//www.booksamillion.com/product/9780373129935">Books-a-Million</a> ~<a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373129939">Amazon</a></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Read an excerpt below:</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Ultimately, it was about love. It was about loving someone enough to let them go. Only that sounded so cheesy, she’d never speak the words aloud. And it was about knowing she deserved to be loved, fully and completely, by the man she would spend the rest of her life with.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He did not look like he believed her claim and she could practically see the thoughts zinging around in his facile brain. He was trying to figure out the right words to reassure, when in fact none existed.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">None that he could say anyway.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Again it was time for truth. “Your brothers have both found wonderful happiness while you have been stuck in a promise made on your behalf by two men with too much power and too little comprehension of the cost of their dynastic plans.”</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">“I do not consider myself stuck. I was an adult when that agreement was made.” Yes, he’d been all of twenty-four and as bound by duty as any young adult male could be. “I chose my future.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">An alpha male like Zahir would have to convince himself of that, or he could not accept the limitations imposed on him by others. It simply was not in his nature. He had the heart of a Bedouin, if the responsibilities of a landed royal.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">“You do not wish to marry me,” she repeated, refusing to be sidetracked. “And I won’t let you be forced into doing so by duty.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Nor would she allow herself to be railroaded into a marriage with the potential to be every bit as miserable as her parents was for so many years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">His eyes narrowed, his expression turning even more grim than usual. “You are not making any sense.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">“We’ve been promised for ten years, Zahir. If you had wanted to marry me, we would already be living in wedded harmony here in your family’s palace.” They would definitely at least be formally engaged.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://http//www.lucymonroe.com/ExcerptsFDS.htm">Click here</a> </span>to read more of Chapter 1</div></div><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><div style="FONT-SIZE: 11px"><br /></div></span><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-804707643686362626?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-14866363670393961282011-10-16T17:15:00.004-03:002011-10-16T17:22:30.021-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZlvszQXGko/Tps7x-sY4sI/AAAAAAAABm0/7BaDKWUUuOg/s1600/cover%2BA%2Bsurprise%2Bfor%2BChristmas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZlvszQXGko/Tps7x-sY4sI/AAAAAAAABm0/7BaDKWUUuOg/s320/cover%2BA%2Bsurprise%2Bfor%2BChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664186686177338050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: x-large; "><b><i>A Surprise For Christmas </i></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;">by Lizzy Stevens</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Samantha wasn’t expecting what she got for Christmas this year. Her doorbell rang and there sitting on her porch was a baby in a basket. This changes her life for the good. But then something happens. The baby’s father comes for his child. How can Samantha convince him that she is the best thing for the child?</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This Book Previously titled: "Somebody Else's Child" Won 4th place in The Love is In The Air Contest. 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She’s chosen one of my all time favourite books as the basis of her new romantic escape, The Phantom of the Opera–written for a new age, and guaranteed to expand her reading audience considerably I’d guess. In PHANTOM TOUCH, we encounter a familiar yet new setup when we meet the lovely Erika, stuck in a mundane job, unsure of her beauty and value.</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">As Cindy takes the old story and makes it new, the Phantom in this tale uses internet magic to woo his “Christine” via Instant Messenger and social networking. As she falls under his spell, Erika unleashes a side of herself that even she is surprised and delighted by. They make music together, and step by step Erika opens up and discovers a sexuality that leaves her breathless.</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">She meets her Phantom and they become passionate lovers, creating a world where all that exists is their addiction to each other, their games, and their dreams. It’s a sensual, charged world that makes their reality bearable. But, the secret of his identity is a wall that needs to be cleared before they can fully love with freedom and real hope for a shared future… Will the Phantom take a chance and trust again? You’ll have to check out the book and learn his tragic secret and how Erika responds to it.</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">As she does in all her books, Cindy Jacks writes with passion and honesty as she explores the lengths to which love and hope can take us. Erika’s journey is built on trust, and even her fears, as she learns to see herself through the eyes of a man who loves and adores her. The sensuality of the love scenes is scorching, and the tenderness that exists between these two is heart-touching. Another winner from a lady who is quickly becoming a fan favourite and an artist who paints love and passion in her own shades of beauty. Thank you for a magical and wonderful new read, Cindy Jacks!</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>PHANTOM TOUCH</b></span><br />Line: Moderne<br />Series: Sex Bytes<br />Book Length: Novella<br />Book Type: eBook<br /><br />Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing<br /><br />ISBN: 9781419935862<br />MSRP/List Price: $5.60<br />Our Cover Price: $4.45</p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"></p><br /><center><a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9623-phantom-touch.aspx"><span class="Apple-style-span">BUY IT HERE</span></a></center><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Erika leads a quiet life—at least in the real world. But her alter-ego, Little Lottie, is a singer at a local club and engages in a wild online romance. For months she’s been communicating with a mysterious man, known only to her as the Phantom.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Her lover contacts her via texts, emails and instant messages. When he offers to fulfill her desires in real life, she can’t refuse. The only condition to meeting for their sizzling assignations—he wears a mask to hide his true identity. Despite his reluctance to reveal himself to Erika, he tears down her inhibitions and unleashes her suppressed passions, taking possession of her body and soul.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Erika may have finally found the one man who can sate her every longing…if only he would show her the man behind the mask.</i></div><br /><center><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/productspecs/9781419935862.htm">Read an EXCERPT HERE</a></span></center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-8426471432159577917?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-65225113926759547572011-10-14T12:02:00.004-03:002011-10-14T12:06:37.816-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MU0btTcH9N0/TphPI-X37wI/AAAAAAAABlg/Tn5shL9CWFk/s1600/Phantom_cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MU0btTcH9N0/TphPI-X37wI/AAAAAAAABlg/Tn5shL9CWFk/s400/Phantom_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663363547019079426" /></span></a><p style="MARGIN: 3pt 0in 0pt"><span><span><span><span><strong>PHANTOM TOUCH</strong></span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 3pt 0in 0pt"><span><span><span><span><strong>Line: </strong>Moderne </span></span></span></span></p><div></div><span><span> <div><b>Series: </b>Sex Bytes</div> <div><a title=" Quickie: up to 15,000 words Novella: 15,000-29,999 words Short Novel: 30,000-44,999 words Novel: 45,000-69,999 words Plus Novel: 70,000-99,999 words Super Plus Novel: 100,000+ words " href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9623-phantom-touch.aspx#"><b><u>Book Length: </u></b></a>Novella<br /><div><b>Book Type: </b>eBook</div><br /><div><b>Publisher: </b>Ellora's Cave Publishing</div></div><b><br /><div><b>ISBN: </b>9781419935862</div> <div>MSRP/List Price: $5.60<br /><b><span weight="bold">Our Cover Price: $4.45</span></b></div></b></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 3pt 0in 0pt"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span><span><span ><b><a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9623-phantom-touch.aspx">BUY IT HERE</a></b></span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 3pt 0in 0pt"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span><span><span><i>Erika leads a quiet life—at least in the real world. But her alter-ego, Little Lottie, is a singer at a local club and engages in a wild online romance. For months she’s been communicating with a mysterious man, known only to her as the Phantom.</i></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span><span><span><i><br /></i></span></span></span></span></p><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span><p style="margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><i><span></span></i></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><i>Her lover contacts her via texts, emails and instant messages. When he offers to fulfill her desires in real life, she can’t refuse. The only condition to meeting for their sizzling assignations—he wears a mask to hide his true identity. Despite his reluctance to reveal himself to Erika, he tears down her inhibitions and unleashes her suppressed passions, taking possession of her body and soul.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><i><br /></i></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><i><span></span></i></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Erika may have finally found the one man who can sate her every longing…if only he would show her the man behind the mask.</i></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/productspecs/9781419935862.htm">Read an EXCERPT HERE</a></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 3pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p></span><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-6522511392675954757?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-55608256677346949472011-10-03T09:37:00.007-03:002011-10-03T09:49:03.784-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLsnWMLkN6g/TomtWe_-iqI/AAAAAAAABkU/8CgFcamRRTg/s1600/FC__Banner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLsnWMLkN6g/TomtWe_-iqI/AAAAAAAABkU/8CgFcamRRTg/s400/FC__Banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659245008557869730" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large; ">How much do you know about fairies? When you hear the word, do you think of small, ethereal creatures—Tinkerbell?—that fly about like a hummingbird? Do you imagine them so small they recline on tulips or other flowers? Are they mischief makers, helpers or a mixture of the two? And they almost always have wings, right?</span></div> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Well, Wikipedia states that while current society illustrates them as winged, radiant creatures, they were originally portrayed much differently. One concept, they are tall, angelic creatures with a radiant disposition. A second concept depicts them as diminutive, wrinkled troll-like beings. The idea of wings came about in Victorian era artwork. In the original folklore, wings are rare. Instead, fairies flew with magic or on stems of ragwort or birds. This is a much different ideology than what I envision.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Folk beliefs identified fairies as:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">1. <i>Dead</i>. Fairies were ghosts. Hmm…I cannot see myself being scared of a fairy ghost, but that’s probably because I visualize them as little people wearing wings! LOL<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">2. <i>Demoted angels</i>. Hmm…interesting, but this belief isn’t talking about fallen angels. Rather, angels that were caught between heaven and hell when God locked the doors to heaven. Well, that doesn’t seem fair! Another notion is that they weren’t bad enough for Hell and weren’t good enough for heaven. Wonders if this is similar to a purgatory concept…hmmm?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">3. <i>Demons</i>. There sure is a lot of God folklore associated with fairies.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">4. <i>Babies Laugh</i>. I love this idea! In a story about Peter Pan, author J.M. Barrie of <i>The Little White Bird</i>, said, </span>“When the first baby laughed for the first time, his laugh broke into a million pieces, and they all went skipping about. That was the beginning of fairies.”<br /><br />There are more beliefs and legends on fairies, but I’ll let you read about them on your own at <span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Georgia">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"> if you’re interested.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">In my short erotic romance e-book, Fairy Casanova—part of Decadent Publishing’s 1NightStand series—a very human woman discovers she has scheduled a one-night stand with a very real fairy. Would you believe someone without proof if they told you they were a fairy? I sure wouldn’t and…well, here’s how the heroine takes the news:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">~~~<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“I’m going to peel your garment from your body, slowly”—she groaned again at the vivid imagery—”and taste every inch of your human flesh.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Human flesh</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">She froze against his body. What a strange thing to say. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Sadie leaned back to stare at him. “You don’t think you’re…human?” She hesitated uttering the word <i>human </i>for fear of his answer. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“I’m <i>not </i>human.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">The response she’d feared receiving. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“Madame Evangeline didn’t impart I’m a fairy?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">She blinked, tried to process the information, and failed. “Mmhmm…a fairy?” Her stomach pitched to the floor. “Really? Wow.” Finally, she understood how her request had come into play. She’d checked off otherworldly, not expecting much more than someone who believed in aliens or something equally eccentric. But a sexy fairy, ready to be her one-night stand…He didn’t really expect her to believe that, did he? She lived and breathed balderdash in the courtroom, and she could sniff out lies better than a hound dog could sniff out quarry. “You’re a fairy? Give me a break.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“It’s true.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Sadie glared at him, any amusement she might have felt shifting straight into irritation. “How fantastic for you.” <i>And horrifying for me</i>! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Jace grinned, exposing straight white teeth, and he went from gorgeous to pussy-throbbing—forget heart-throbbing. He affected the lower region of her anatomy far too much for the latter description. Maybe she shouldn’t let it bother her that he was crazy. If he kept talking that fairy business, he’d end up in a nuthouse—assuming he wasn’t an escapee already. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“I can prove it.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“How? You going to morph into a tiny fairy with gossamer wings?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">He laughed, and the rich timbre of the sound washed over her sensitized skin like a deep-body massage. Nut job or not, she couldn’t deny his lethal pheromones. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“Not exactly.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">He released her, and Sadie instantly felt lonely, and suddenly cold, outside of his embrace. Jace took a couple of steps backward and tugged his shirt out of his jeans. As his fingers went to the first button on his shirt, she realized she still held the glass of whiskey. No longer wanting the liquid fortitude, she placed it on the bar, watching him. His gaze roamed along her figure as he freed the buttons, exposing a little more skin with each release. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Her eyes were drawn to his dark nipples and a smattering of hair in the middle of his chest, a shade lighter than the hair on his head. The final button gave free, uncovering a dark trail of hair below his belly-button that dipped into his jeans. A path to guide her exploration. Very nice. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“Brace yourself.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Sadie swallowed hard and tore her gaze from his chest as he rubbed his hands together. The sparkle in his honey eyes held hers hostage. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“This is where it gets unusual and otherworldly.” Jace winked, and her mouth dropped open in a silent, shocked breath. Not because he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside—even though the baring of his chest certainly rendered her with a prolonged case of mute-itis—but because he knew two of her four one-nighter requirements. His toned abdomen rippled with defined strength, and his arms sported muscular definition. “I don’t give a shit about your Uncle Sam. And I’m not married.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“Madame Evangeline let you see my requests?”<i>Well, duh</i>! So much for demonstrating her natural talent to bullshit her way through any situation, a flair which normally aided her well in the courtroom. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“She texted them.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“What’d <i>you </i>ask for?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“I asked for someone open-minded and willing to embrace the paranormal.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Riiiiight</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">. She’d never been accused of being a paranormal embracer. Scary movies made her cry. The first page of a horror book sequestered her beneath the covers, praying nothing limped out of her closet or crawled from underneath her bed. She flat out did not do “paranormal”. As for “open-minded”…<i>Ha</i>! She was an attorney, which pretty much explained everything. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Something wispy and diaphanous rose from behind him, curled outward like a long roll of parchment—or tinfoil—but much more striking than either. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Wings</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">A deep shade of red tipped and interlaced throughout with black to create random diamond-shaped designs on gossamer <i>wings?</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“My God…” Sadie’s voice trailed off as she stared in wonder, forgetting she’d thought him crazy moments before. They were beautifully constructed, and when he presented his back to her, she realized they were almost as tall as he was. Dangling from the base of each wing were fat, blood-red droplets at least an inch in circumference, almost grazing the carpeted floor. Compelled to touch his wings, she stroked one and then the other. Gauzy soft, they felt paper thin as they shimmied beneath her hands. “How do you keep from ripping them?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 0.25in; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“They’re sturdier than they look.” He peeked over his shoulder. “Believe me now, Sadie?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">~~~<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Jace wasn’t crafted to fit any of the folk lore beliefs I listed above. He’s humanoid in nature, from another dimension that isn’t related to heaven or hell, and is sexy. His wings aren’t just pretty or used to fly about, but they are very nimble and useful. He has very real problems, just like any human does, and he’s obsessed with human women. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Thanks for joining me today and thanks to Denyse for having me with her! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Huggles,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Gracen Miller<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Where you can stalk me—<i>not really</i>!—but I would love to meet and interact with you:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Facebook:<span> </span></span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/gracen.miller"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Georgia">http://www.facebook.com/gracen.miller</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Road to Hell series FB Fan Page: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Road-to-Hell-series/112564408814796?ref=ts"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Road-to-Hell-series/112564408814796?ref=ts</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Website: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.gracenmiller.com/"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">www.gracenmiller.com</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Blog: </span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">http://madisonroadtohell.blogspot.com/</span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Fairy Casanova Blurb</span></u></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; ">Las Vegas lawyer, Sadie Sinclair, has hit rock bottom. Bankrupt, with her reputation ruined, and her fiancé is yachting Aruba with a hot babe. Desperate for a break from reality, she contacts 1NightStand and is shocked to discover she's been paired with a sexy fairy. </span></div><span lang="EN-US"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span><p></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Jace is about to become King of the fairies. One minor glitch, he's obsessed with humans. Before becoming King, he wants one night with a human before he's forever forbidden from crossing into the human realm. After a stellar night of sex, Jace is surprised to discover Sadie isn't just a human, but his mate.<span> </span>Complicating everything with the revelation, he's willing to forfeit his kingdom for her, but Sadie must decide if he's worth the biggest gamble yet.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Fairy Casanova Excerpt</span></u></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Knocking once to warn her of his arrival, he used the key card to let himself into the room. The door clicked shut behind him as he scanned the room for his evening’s companion.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“Hello,” she said when their eyes met.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Her sultry voice tempted him, much as a Siren lured a man to his demise against the rocky coast of her island. <i>His</i> mortal Siren offered him a shy wave. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“Want a drink?” She held up a goblet, half-full of amber liquor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Her edginess socked his acute fairy senses like a blow to the gut. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Interesting. Why was she here then</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“No, thanks.” He moved toward her, intrigued by the competing vibes the woman evoked…reserved and salacious.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Maybe other men found the arctic chill of her gaze daunting. He found it intriguing, even challenging. Women would be envious and intimidated by her high-level eroticism. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Stunning, and nothing like the fairies he would command. Long, shiny, black hair framed her oval face. He couldn't wait to get his fingers in the wavy locks. Gunmetal-silver eyes warily watched him. Rimmed in a thin stripe of black eyeliner and splashed with a smidge of dark-gray shadow, the contrast brought out the stellar shade of her irises. High cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and wide lips, naturally dark red, or she'd been biting them in anxiety. Unlike the diminutive fairy-women, she was tall—not more than an inch or two shorter than his five-ten height. Most female fairies barely reached his chest, which made her a charming oddity. And she owned killer curves—again, unlike most beanpole-thin fairies—and those curves were framed in an evocative, skintight, black cocktail dress. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Jace stopped in front of her and stared at her mouth. He knew many places he wanted those lips, but mostly he wanted them rounded on an orgasmic scream. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">“I'm Jace.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">She swallowed and cleared her throat, but her voice came out low and raspy. “Sadie.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="NoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia">He dipped his finger into the crystal glass she held poised below her chin. 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"><o:p></o:p></span></a></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span><a href="http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product%2Fsearch&amp;option_id=1&amp;keyword=Blak+rayne"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product%2Fsearch&amp;option_id=1&amp;keyword=Blak+rayne</span></a></span></b><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >‘Caught between deception and the truth, some secrets are better left unspoken.’<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Blurb:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >The smuggling ring has scarcely been shut down, when the body of a dead slave is discovered inside a dumpster outside the <i>Pink Flamingo</i>, another seedy nightclub in District D<i>.</i> The victim is only the first, in what soon becomes a string of bizarre murders. As the investigation progresses, everyone is labelled a potential suspect. The slave community is fearful of what might be lurking in their midst.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Death and disorder comes in spades. Mr. Shiru’s in deep trouble with associates from overseas. Amanda is nearing the end of her third trimester and Algar Flynt is after the Beautiful Dragon once again. Then the murderer makes an attempt on a friend’s life and the clues lead Sloan to a very disturbing conclusion. Could it be one of his own killing the slaves of Avalon or could it be much worse?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" ><span> </span> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:4.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Nice to see you, Sloan.” The guard at the front lobby slid a registry in front of him. “Sign please.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Has the dinner break started for the clerks, Barney?” he picked up the pen.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >The old codger checked his watch, then stamped the signature box. “Yep. The girls have an hour break.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Sloan…”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“What’s up? Here’s my ID if you need it again.” He flipped open his wallet.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“It’s nothing like that…” The guard ruefully sighed as if there was something he felt guilt over. “The clerk you’re coming to visit, Amanda, she’s pregnant, that’s what I heard anyway, and everyone says the baby has no father.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Is there something I should know, Barney?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“The thing is…Amanda is a sweet girl, and the others have been pretty nasty.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Nasty?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“You know, they say rude things to her and they’ve scared her.” The guard looked up. “I don’t think it’s right. I think someone should do something.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Do you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“I do. Whoever the father is, he isn’t around and she needs help. You’re her friend, you should say something on her behalf. Protect the girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“I see…” Sloan curled a stick of gum inside his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >The cafeteria was located on the main floor at the back of the Federal Government Building. The dining space took up a good three thousand square feet and serviced two hundred seats. All the tables stood separated in clumps and surrounded by the fake shrubbery. There was a self-service bar and cash register at the front next to the entrance. Sloan wandered into the queue and scanned the place first before opting to get a tray and lunch. He spotted Amanda sitting alone in the centre of the cafeteria. Then he noted a group of younger cops fifteen feet away from her. The men were boisterous. Beside the men were the APF clerks, Amanda’s direct co-workers, who were talking and smoking. Sloan moved further ahead in the line-up and placed a cup of coffee on the tray along with an egg salad sandwich, wrapped in wax paper.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Amanda jumped when the hunter’s tray rattled the table. He stood in full view of her co-workers. She sniffled and hastily wiped both eyes. “You made it.” She nervously glanced at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Yeah, and how are you doing, doll?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Oh fine—real good actually. The morning sickness has finally stopped. And you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Her smile was pitiful and about as full of BS as any smile could be.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Sloan sighed and placing a hand on either of her shoulders, he leaned down and kissed the side of her face. “I’ll be right back.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Fighting to squeeze her plump belly out of the chair and away from the table, Amanda quickly turned. “Where are you going?” she begged with a hand in the air. He was heading towards the cops’ table. “Oh, Sloan, don’t—please!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >An elongated shadow crept across the table and the merriment faded. All the rookie officers looked up at Sloan.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“You lost?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >Sloan had the guy by the throat and his gun out so fast the other cops didn’t dare breathe let alone move. “A real asshole, aren’t you?” He felt the guy swallow, then nod. “I don’t care much for assholes.” He applied a bit more pressure around the Adam’s apple and the gun remained stationary, resting at the cop’s temple. “The thing is, I go away for a few weeks on business and when I return, I find out the mother of my baby has become the laughing stock of the precinct. People, like you, and your asshole buddies here are cruel…calling her a slut…” Sloan got in tighter and searched the guy’s sweaty features. “And to be honest, I don’t like the abuse. So, here’s the deal, <i>asshole</i>. If I ever find out you and your buddies here are harassing my girl again, I <i>will </i>come back and when you’re off shift, I <i>will </i>beat the living daylights out of you. Got it?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >“G-girl…she’s y-your girlfriend?” he hoarsely stammered. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >“That’s what I said.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >“We-we didn’t know. Sorry.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >Amanda almost fainted as the hunter approached, putting his gun away. Everyone in the cafeteria stared. “<i>Oh my God</i>…” she exclaimed as he sat down beside her. “What did you do?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >“Exactly, I put the fear of <i>God </i>into them.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent: 28.35pt;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span >Amanda reached up to touch his stern face, then all of a sudden hugged him. Sloan embraced her. “I really wish you’d dump Vale and live with me.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Sorry, doll.” Sloan kissed her, then the alarm went off. “I think it would be best if we ate somewhere else.” He stuffed the sandwich in his pocket, took her by the arm, grabbed her coat and purse, then walked fast from the cafeteria. Soon as they were out in the main lobby near the entrance, he noticed one of the rookie cops talking to an armed guard who was the head of security. And, behind him was a ten-man team. The alarm blared louder and everyone working the floor wandered into the lobby area to see what the hubbub was. The rookie pointed in Sloan’s direction. “Crap.” He gingerly strode for the revolving front doors. The thunder of footsteps came and Amanda looked back. “Don’t look, doll. Just keeping moving.” They exited through the spinning doors with a whoosh. Sloan strode faster, almost dragging her to the Monte, pushing through all the people. He had parked the car several blocks away. But once they were outside and blended in with the sea of pedestrians, the city guards readily gave up the pursuit. Amanda held her stomach panting as Sloan unlocked the Monte. “Get in.” He made sure he closed the door before heading around the other side.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >The conversation during the car ride was minimal.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“You could be charged,” Amanda said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Whatever. It was worth it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“I worry about you, Sloan.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“No need. I’m a big boy.” Sloan reached just in behind the passenger seat. Then placed the box of Belgium chocolates on her lap. “Those are for you, doll.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“A gift?” Her baby-blues watered a little and she lightly ran her hands over the delicate wrapping paper to get a total feel. “Oh, Sloan…and such pretty paper. I love pink.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“I know you do. Everything in your closet is pink. I’ve never seen so much pink in one place.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Did you snoop?” She resentfully eyed him.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Yes but only for medicinal reasons.” Sloan stuffed a fresh stick of gum inside his mouth, then laughed when she slapped his knee, it was like a child hit him. “Stop your bitching and just open it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >Amanda stuck out her tongue, then slipped her tiny fingers in under the taped edges. The paper tore away from the box. She lifted the lid. A mixture of white and dark chocolate were moulded into different shapes. “Ohh, Sloan!” she squealed with delight. “I love chocolate! How did you know!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Don’t most women.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“I suppose.” She debated over which one to try first. Eventually she chose a swirled, chocolate leaf. She sucked on it for a moment, then smiled. “This is <i>so </i>good. Oh and it just melts in your mouth. You should try one.” Amanda found a nice dark piece, a heart. “Here try this.” Sloan leaned sideways in her direction and when the candy touched his lips, he opened his mouth. Amanda popped it inside, then eagerly awaited his reaction. “Good huh?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Yeah, not bad at all, doll. Nice and rich.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Would you like another one?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“No thanks. One’s enough. I’m not big into chocolate.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“Did you know, chocolate is an aphrodisiac and it can be used in a variety of ways during sex?” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span >“I could dip your cock in melted chocolate and suck it,” she said with hopefulness. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:28.35pt;mso-pagination:none; tab-stops:28.35pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span>Sloan glanced at her. The girl’s lips swelled to a delicious, tender crimson. He pictured his cock in her mouth, then nervously choked with laughter and look ahead. “I bet you could.” </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><b><span >Here are most of my links:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:28.35pt; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span>Email: blakrayneeroticbooks@gmail.com</span></b><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span><a href="http://www.blakraynebooks.com/"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.blakraynebooks.com</span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://blakraynebooks.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://blakraynebooks.blogspot.com/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4321280.Blak_Rayne"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4321280.Blak_Rayne</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " >REGULAR FACEBOOK<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Blak-Rayne-Books/150374725017221"><span style="color:#1318FF;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Blak-Rayne-Books/150374725017221</span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " >FACEBOOK FAN PAGE<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><a href="file:///C:/Users/Denyse%20Bridger/Documents/MODBlakRayneExcerpt.rtfd/%22http://www.facebook.com/people/Bl"><span style="color:#1318FF;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none">http://www.facebook.com/people/Blak-Rayne/100000858316415</span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="https://twitter.com/BlakRayne"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">https://twitter.com/BlakRayne</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://s1211.photobucket.com/home/Blak_Rayne"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://s1211.photobucket.com/home/Blak_Rayne</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/BlakRayneBooks"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.youtube.com/user/BlakRayneBooks</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/BlakRayneEroticBooks"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.google.com/profiles/BlakRayneEroticBooks</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="file:///C:/Users/Denyse%20Bridger/Documents/MODBlakRayneExcerpt.rtfd/%22http"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://blakrayne.deviantart.com/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://www.shelfari.com/blakraynebooks/shelf"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.shelfari.com/blakraynebooks/shelf</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://www.veoh.com/users/BlakRayne"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.veoh.com/users/BlakRayne</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " ><a href="http://s1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/Blak_Rayne/The%20Very%20Best%20of%20Yaoi/"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); text-decoration: none; ">http://s1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/Blak_Rayne/The%20Very%20Best%20of%20Yaoi/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " >http://blakrayne.tumblr.com/<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><a href="file:///C:/Users/Denyse%20Bridger/Documents/MODBlakRayneExcerpt.rtfd/%22http://ca.linkedin.com/"><span style="color:#1318FF;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none">http://ca.linkedin.com/pub/blak-rayne/2b/863/862</span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="color: rgb(19, 24, 255); " >https://plus.google.com/109359061488463034733/posts</span></p><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-4577513071272224380?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-64831715937091962832011-09-27T06:00:00.001-03:002011-09-27T06:00:05.311-03:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Once again it seems I have gotten ahead of myself and had a lightning-fire set of releases come back to back. Credit given to the team at XoXo Publishing™ - their Art Director, Kayden McLeod is nothing short of genius in her ability to take a vague idea and make it come to life within hours of acceptance from the editorial director at the publishing house. I’ve had books come out quickly before, but this was a record, even for me – within a day of submitting, the book was accepted, contracted, and put through the process… it’s been sent for upload and will be available in a day or so… yes, it’s a short book, but even at that… wow!</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, what happens when a book goes through this quickly? Especially on the heels of a novel that is my first in over a year? Well, once the shell-shocked confusion wears off, the work begins. This publishing house stands apart in one sense because they have such a wonderful family feel in many ways, they have a full-time promotions wizard who works wonders when new titles come out. I’m used to doing this solo, the fact that there’s someone willing to help with posts and spreading the word about new books is a rare joy!</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Last week, OUT OF THE PAST came out, and as I said, this is my first novel in a very long time. I’ve got jitters about it. It’s a layered book, three interwoven stories that come together in unexpected ways. The hero is a vampire trying to escape his past, but it’s always with him in spite of his efforts. There is a werewolf on the hunt, and a psychic who’s falling in love with him. There is murder aplenty, and romance to keep it moving. If you’re looking for a good, settle in for the night kind of book, I hope you’ll consider this new one!</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >The very day Out Of The Past went live for readers, I submitted a story I’d written awhile back – something that is a bit risqué, but not in a sexual way. The PRELUDE TO ETERNITY goes into the murky possibilities of how Christianity cursed the vampire. I know there will be people who are not remotely accepting of this short, historical story. Others will look at it for the creative speculation it’s meant to be.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >All in all, a busy week that exploded into a flurry of promotional activity over the weekend. Now, I have a deadline looming on a vampire ménage piece, so watch for that coming at the end of the month, too! Just in time for All Hallow’s…</span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptBmfqF8TgM/ToD8yR1buVI/AAAAAAAABjU/0uRJ1HjlqKo/s1600/Outofthepast_adsize.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptBmfqF8TgM/ToD8yR1buVI/AAAAAAAABjU/0uRJ1HjlqKo/s320/Outofthepast_adsize.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656799072688519506" /></span></a><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This book was released a few days ago, and it's my first full-length novel in some time. A paranormal thriller that is part historical and part modern day. The first reviewer stated: <i>"Out of the Past is a crime-mystery, a thriller, a romance—intensely sensual, interweaving 1880's <st1:city st="on">London</st1:city> with present day <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Toronto</st1:city></st1:place> in a heady blend of carefully constructed scenes and a cast of characters that bring the story to life with an undeniable authenticity. This is a tale that will satisfy on many levels. I heartily recommend it for your 'must read' list. Well done, Denysé Bridger."</i><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" >I hope you'll have a look, and enjoy it if you decide it's to your reading taste!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" >Thanks!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>OUT OF THE PAST</b><b><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A new paranormal romance/mystery novel<span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Publisher: XOXO Publishing<span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cover by: Kayden McLeod<span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >BUY IT HERE:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://www.xoxopublishing.com/shop-online/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=202">https://www.xoxopublishing.com/shop-online/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=202</a><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >eBook Page count: 260 - Price: $5.95<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Blurb:</i></b><b><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>A series of killings has the Toronto Police Department in turmoil. The press has labelled the killer a “werewolf” and hysteria is on the rise in the heat of the summer… Detective Damien Knightley is the lead investigator, but he’s got secrets of his own that need guarding in this very public investigation. Knightley is a vampire, and as the case gets more complex, what he discovers has him both baffled and worried.</i><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>In the Northern Ontario town of <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Brighton</st1:city></st1:place>, a visionary woman finds a stranger outside her door, and because he’s near death she brings him into her home. In the wake of her kindness, dreams and visions expose things that terrify her. The stranger is a wolf, and history is about to repeat itself and explode in violent death if they can’t reach <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Toronto</st1:city></st1:place> and capture a renegade on a blood-hunt.</i><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>As Damien recalls a love from a century ago, the threads of time are being pulled together, joining the past and the present. The beautiful woman he is falling in love with is bringing back memories he’d rather forget, and when the killer is finally revealed, there are more questions than answers in the identity…</i><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Excerpt:</i></b><b><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" >PROLOGUE <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US">January</span></i><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>The flames rose, blindingly intense, searing away the last vestiges of reality. Somewhere inside her, Shanna Blackthorne felt a scream of terror begin. Her hands moved, sluggishly, as though through mud, until they reached her face. She wanted to obliterate the inferno that raged before her, but it refused to be extinguished so easily. She gulped air into desperate, struggling lungs, but only the hot, dry fire poured into her body.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>The scream escaped.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>There was no one to hear it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>Pain exploded within her, but in its wake was clarity. She writhed, whimpered weakly, and shook her head in denial of what unfolded before objecting eyes...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span><i><span style="letter-spacing:-.1pt">Fog shrouded the night, curling, mist-like tentacles that floated above the street in search of human warmth. Despite the relative earliness of the hour, the normally busy roads were eerily quiet. Only the occasional burst of noise from an opening door gave evidence to the teeming life of the vast city. Outside the noisy pubs, a lone figure prowled the streets.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>He watched, and waited. Patience was a familiar imposition, but it ended well, usually.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>Tonight would be no different.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>He picked one of the oldest dives in the vicinity, a place he knew well. He also knew most of the women who frequented the establishment. He had long ago decided he preferred the sweetness of feminine flesh to males. There was one <span>lady</span> in particular that he had wanted to get close to, but she had always eluded him. It was the eve of a new year tonight, and he decided it would begin with her company.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>He didn't have to wait long, but she emerged from the tavern with another man in tow. Furious, he followed. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>He hesitated as he watched the couple from the mouth of a darkened alley. They were less than a block from the Britannia, a public house located at the North corner of <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Commercial Street</st1:address></st1:street> and <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Dorset Street</st1:address></st1:street>. He'd witnessed the customary exchange of coin, and could clearly hear the sounds of the whore's business being carried out. The chill of December didn't reach him as he continued to hover, torn between his anger and the fury of his lust. He could have had his pick tonight, but he had chosen this one. She had always disappointed him, of course. The entire great city was in a drunken <st1:place st="on">Holiday</st1:place> stupor.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>The scents of sex and sweat teased his senses and he felt another, stronger pang of hunger deep within him.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>He stepped into the alley and approached the couple in complete silence. She knew he was there, he realized a moment later when her liquor-brightened eyes pierced the shadows and found him in the darkness. His heartbeat quickened, he heard his own sharp intake of breath, felt the rapid pulse he'd learned to associate with fear and excitement. Her customer quickly pulled himself together and stumbled off without a backward glance. The passage of time held hunter and prey motionless, clear blue eyes locked with glassy hazel. When she held out her hand to him, he stepped toward her.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>"You're not like the others, are you?" she questioned in a slurred voice.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>There was still enough awareness to make him pause. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head so he could look more closely at her. She was very young, especially for life in Whitechapel. She was not overly pretty. Before long she would be like so many of the women who populated this area, aged by the harshness of a life that meant little to any of them.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>"What's your name?" He pretended not to know as he kept his tone a gentle, compassionate whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>"They call me Emma, my lord," she grinned, the expression exposed rotting teeth and foul breath. He might have been wrong about her age, he realized distantly. She straightened her clothes and inched closer to him. Here was a handsome young lord, and if she played this right, she might be rewarded richly for her trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>"Do they?" He smiled, imagined he could hear the shift of her thoughts as she contemplated her chances of successfully robbing him. Still smiling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin. Her eyes fastened on the proffered money, greed easily read past the haze of alcohol. When she snatched the coin from his hand, he pressed her back against the cold brick of the building.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="letter-spacing:-.1pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><span> </span>Emma's spurt of laughter was abruptly silenced when her head was yanked to one side. The snap of bones was audible, followed by a groan of pain. Then the only murmur that could be heard in the blackness was the soft maddened laughter of pleasure as his teeth tore her flesh from her bones...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>"No... Dear God! Enough... please?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>Shanna wept bitterly, disoriented and horrified by the latest dream/vision. The savage inner conflagration had receded, replaced by the reality of the tiny blaze in the ancient stone fireplace that dominated her small living room. There was little comfort in the awareness that what she had seen was very old. The agony of the killer still twisted around her heart, chilled her despite the heat that emanated from the hearth. This was simply the latest in a long line of dreams that had brought unbearable terror into her life. She'd heard about the others, those that were not ancient deaths, but happening now, and with each murder came the fear that she might have stopped it. The reasonable part of her mind knew better, of course, she never saw a death before it occurred, but that did not make it easier to witness people being destroyed. She cringed, tried to escape the rest of the thought, failed. She could still feel the flesh being torn from fragile bones, muscle and sinew shredding like paper in the hands of a killer that was more monster than man.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>She forced herself to her feet, and walked into the lovely, old-fashioned kitchen. As she went through the ritual of making tea, she made herself recall every detail of the murder she had been forced to witness and feel. Within the heart of the killer was a conflict as old as the latest vision itself.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>Pain, coupled with deeply repressed fears. The mind of this killer was not mayhem and madness, despite the obvious appearances. She sensed agony, and loneliness, and confusion. Like an empath, she absorbed the emotions, made them part of herself, and cried softly without truly being conscious she did so. Shanna had known isolation and ridicule in her own life, knew what the scorn and contempt of others could drive someone to, if they didn't learn to draw on inner strengths.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>She pulled her lacy shawl closer to her, huddled against its illusory warmth. Long waves of auburn hair fell to her waist, and she swept the heavy fall back in a gesture as natural as breathing. The whistle of the kettle drew her wandering attention back to mundane tasks, and she finished her chore automatically.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" ><span> </span>A short while later, curled before the fire once again, Shanna shivered. Her gaze flew to the door of her cottage- style home, and the sound of a low, anguished howl wrenched at her soul. Pure, raw agony flooded her body, and with it came a terror stronger than anything she had ever before known.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35hA6Ohsn8U/ToD8yPOi6lI/AAAAAAAABjM/l9d57pMNKtM/s1600/PreludeToEternity_SMALL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35hA6Ohsn8U/ToD8yPOi6lI/AAAAAAAABjM/l9d57pMNKtM/s320/PreludeToEternity_SMALL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656799071988542034" /></span></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>PRELUDE TO ETERNITY</b><b><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Publisher: XOXO Publishing<span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Genre: Historical paranormal<span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Blurb:</b><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Ever wonder why a vampire cannot walk in the light of the sun... why he was cursed to nocturnal existence.... reviled by all... a symbol of evil? I have a theory... the Prelude to Eternity....</i><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Excerpt:</b><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The man was dying. Alexander had a keen sense of encroaching death. He was often the cause of it. <i>Angelo della morte</i> – Angel of Death.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >He wasn’t sure if the words inside his head were his own, or a whisper from the man who was near death before him. It was an appropriate name to give him, the most honest of the many he’d taken over the past several centuries.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A chill touched his spine.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The shadows were growing longer, yet the sun blazed infinitely brighter behind the </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >figure who commanded the former priest’s enraptured attention.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>‘You have damned your kind to a darkness greater than any you have known before.’</i><i><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Again the words whispered softly, sadly, into his barren consciousness.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >As Alexander watched, the sun passed behind the prisoner. He stood, immobile, and felt the shadow of the cross settle over him. Pain, a searing, fiery force that drove him to his knees burned into his dead flesh. He was being torn apart from within, and was helpless to move. Ice flooded through him in the fire’s wake. Again, he was paralyzed by the onslaught of terror and anguish.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >For endless, eternal minutes, Alexander writhed before the cross. His mind screamed in a steady litany of agonized horror and emerging understanding. The darkness grew absolute around him and his pain eclipsed all other awarenesses…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><text-align:></text-align:><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-6483171593709196283?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-56108535054940008042011-09-18T18:44:00.004-03:002011-09-18T19:01:06.279-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today my special guest is a wonderful new author named Ashley Marie Lucas. Ashley's been making a name for herself with several recent releases, and exploring her visions with various genres. Please welcome her, and enjoy getting to know her a little. First we'll ask a few questions, then we'll look at her newest release! Wonderful to have you here, Ashley!</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>How long have you been writing?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have been writing all my life, but as for published about three months now. I am blessed that XOXO publishing gave me a chance.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>How long have you been a published author?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Three months, my first release is Revenge is Best Served Hot in Tina B Anthology Vol 1</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>What titles do you have available?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My first release was in the Tina B Anthology Vol 1 Revenge is Best Served Hot MM contemporary, Jamie is a secretary who gets revenge on his boss in the most creative way possible. I liked him he is a brat I liked that about him.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My second release is Phoebe’s wolf. This is a duet with Venus Cahill. In Moonlight Tales. MF werewolf story. Phoebe is a strong woman and adored having her story told. She is a little boss to write but she knows what she wants and goes for it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My third release is in Tina B Vol 2 For the Love of Bryce. This is a vampire and werewolf story MM this one is done with dream connections. I had fun doing this one because it is very differently done.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>What made you choose vampires as the subject of this book?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >In my latest release Phoebe’s Wolf vampires are the bad guys. I wanted them to be because I figured they could over power a werewolf be as strong as them.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Do you have any new titles coming soon? Will you be venturing into the area of fiction anytime soon?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My work in progress is <b>How I got my Pet Zombie</b>. It is a very different book for me. Less sex focused it is humour focused. I liked the departure from erotica. This one paranormal in nature. With witches and fairies.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>What is your favourite genre and why?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Paranormal because you can go anywhere with it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Being able to escape and go into a new world you create with your own rules.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hummm, I would have to think on this one, I would choose like Cindy Jacks or Desiree Holt two people I admire and aspire to be like.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Where can readers find you on the web?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">At my <a href="http://ashleylucasauthor.blogspot.com/">BLOG</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001757815089">Facebook Ashley Marie Lucas </a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-foGykgvXI/TnZm3dmTFNI/AAAAAAAABi8/onSjhGr9iW4/s1600/MoonlightTales.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-foGykgvXI/TnZm3dmTFNI/AAAAAAAABi8/onSjhGr9iW4/s320/MoonlightTales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653819485234336978" /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Blurb for Phoebe’s Wolf</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">When the bodies of beautiful blond women start showing up in Silver Wolf territory Alpha Jason Likos contacts the Blue Moon pack to help him solve the murders. Detective Phoebe Azure and pack Beta Alex Yarrow are sent to help solve the crimes but as soon as they arrive in town they are get a very unwelcome surprise. Phoebe’s Wolf Used to relying on her detective skills and her were abilities Phoebe Azure is beyond frustrated to find herself in serious trouble. The only man who can rescue her is Silver Wolf Alpha Jason Likos but can he save her in time to catch a murderer and find Phoebe’s missing friend? Yarrow’s Vampire Honoria, ruthless mistress to the Haven Coven is used to defending herself from those who wish to over throw her and gain control but she has never had to defend her heart before. Can a strong man of action like Beta Alex Yarrow be content to let his woman fight her own battles?</span><br /><br /></span><center><a href="https://www.xoxopublishing.com/shop-online/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;cPath=30&amp;products_id=183&amp;zenid=94244f0b13a6d2dac65167563d67b4d0"><span class="Apple-style-span" >BUY IT HERE</span></a></center><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-5610853505494000804?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-80193269624101524232011-09-01T10:52:00.006-03:002011-09-01T11:09:55.524-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NruHY1_2j4A/Tl-OTcZr3iI/AAAAAAAABic/zBunRt6-LLQ/s1600/Author%2Bphoto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NruHY1_2j4A/Tl-OTcZr3iI/AAAAAAAABic/zBunRt6-LLQ/s200/Author%2Bphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647388922438475298" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><u><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>Past Fantasy:</b></i></span><o:p></o:p></span></u></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">If you’re reading this, then like me, you probably love reading and the escapism of a good book! That escapism can be found in a wide range of genres from fantasy to paranormal, romance to science fiction, and my favourite – historical romance.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">I only discovered historical romance in the past few years; always an avid reader, I was in my thirties when I picked up a book by Eloisa James…and was totally and utterly entranced. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Then it struck me; all those years of reading and what I had been looking for was a release from the pressures of everyday life - and I found it in a world where men were such potent creatures, that a woman alone with one meant ruin for her reputation.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Like a child discovering chocolate, suddenly I couldn’t get enough of silk gowns and stays, breeches and boots, and not forgetting those horse-riding heroes with well-toned thighs from hours in the saddle. Just imagine, a time with no telephones and text, the closest to a text message was to ‘say it with flowers’ – a truly romantic time. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">And that’s why I love historical romance – the escapism, and as a writer, my aim is to write the sort of page turning romance I love to read…. and ‘<i>A Dead Man’s Debt’ </i>was born. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Set in Regency London, ‘<i>A Dead Man’s Debt’ </i>is a story of blackmail, duty and unexpected love. Our hero, the darkly, brooding, Lord Ranulf Charing, must sacrifice his happiness to honour family obligations; whilst our heroine, the rebellious Celeste Armitage, defies her parents and is sent to the country in disgrace. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">The sparks fly between this unlikely couple because they are such complete opposites; Ranulf hamstrung by the rules of society and his grieving mother’s manipulations, whilst Celeste doesn’t give a fig for the Ton or authority; she knows exactly what she wants and it isn’t about to marry just to please her parents. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">So when some of Celeste’s spirit rubs off on dutiful Ranulf, he must risk lowering his defences and take a chance on happiness.<span> </span>Celeste teaches Lord Ranulf about living life to the full and what really matters, and in return Ranulf reveals a world of sensuous passion that sends Celeste reeling.<span> </span>But of course things are never that straightforward and sometimes only death reveals who is truly too precious to lose….</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">(Tomorrow, I post more about the dashing Lord Ranulf Charing, at Lizzy Stevens’ blog<span> </span><a href="http://lizzystevens.blogspot.com/">http://lizzystevens.blogspot.com/</a> )</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><text-align:></text-align:><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esGGGM-0s_M/Tl-On0g7MiI/AAAAAAAABik/gA7sLcIlucA/s1600/A%2BDEAD%2BMAN%2527S%2BDEBT%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esGGGM-0s_M/Tl-On0g7MiI/AAAAAAAABik/gA7sLcIlucA/s320/A%2BDEAD%2BMAN%2527S%2BDEBT%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647389272508674594" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span">‘A Dead Man’s Debt’</span></b><div><b> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></b><div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Celeste Armitage has a plan…and that plan doesn’t include marriage.</span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > <br /></span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >After deliberately humiliating a suitor, Celeste’s despairing parents exile her to the country. But once there she discovers a sketch book of daring nude studies and is shaken to find the artist is her hostess’s eldest son, Lord Ranulf Charing. This darkly cynical lord is exactly the sort of dissipated rogue she despises most…if only her blood didn’t heat at the thought of him…</span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > <br /></span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nothing is as it seems. Lord Ranulf’s life is a façade. Only he can save the Charing’s from disgrace as a blackmailer seeks to ruin his late brother’s reputation. But just as Ranulf dares to open his heart to Celeste, the fury of his nemesis is unleashed… facing him with the stark choice between true love and family duty. However when Celeste guesses the truth behind his rejection, Ranulf underestimates her resolve to clear his name and in so doing places the woman he loves in mortal danger….</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">So if you want a great, escapist read, why not try ‘<i>A Dead Man’s Debt’ </i>(just $2.99)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A PDF COPY – PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Here’s what reviewers have said:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">“Historical romance at its best.”</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> Once Upon A Chapter<span> </span>5/5</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">“Totally engrossing…sensual and evocative writing.”</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> Fiction Books. 5/5</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">“Breathtaking sensuality…page turning drama…a wonderful talent.”</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> The Romance Reviews. 5/5</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">To find out more please visit:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com/">http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com</a> (my blog is updated twice a week and is an entertaining mix of historical trivia, romance and cats!)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">or</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.wix.com/graceelliot/grace-elliot">www.wix.com/graceelliot/grace-elliot</a>.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">“A Dead Man’s Debt” is available from:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Solstice publishing.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.solsticepublishing.com/products/A-Dead-Man%27s-Debt-%252d%252d%252d-PDF.html">http://www.solsticepublishing.com/products/A-Dead-Man%27s-Debt-%252d%252d%252d-PDF.html</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Amazon.com</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/A-Dead-Mans-Debt-ebook/dp/B0046REKBS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=A7B2F8DUJ88VZ&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1293833253&amp;sr=1-1">http://www.amazon.com/A-Dead-Mans-Debt-ebook/dp/B0046REKBS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=A7B2F8DUJ88VZ&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1293833253&amp;sr=1-1</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Smashwords.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/26527">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/26527</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Fictionwise</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b115169/A-Dead-Mans-Debt/Grace-Elliot/?si=0">http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b115169/A-Dead-Mans-Debt/Grace-Elliot/?si=0</a></span></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25733593-8019326962410152423?l=fantasy-pages.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Denysé Bridgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275440875115096018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25733593.post-89928733951964169562011-08-22T04:00:00.000-03:002011-08-22T04:00:12.874-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2oHESPs-7o/TlFjbgEuLgI/AAAAAAAABiU/MkharWPvK0M/s1600/THE_ORGAN_GRINDER_EBOOK.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2oHESPs-7o/TlFjbgEuLgI/AAAAAAAABiU/MkharWPvK0M/s320/THE_ORGAN_GRINDER_EBOOK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643401132189298178" /></a></span><h1 style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span">The Organ Grinder</span></span></h1> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Award winning journalist Rebecca Eaton crosses the closed border of a troubled Asian country to interview a Human Rights activist and known terrorist.<span> </span>Three days later, after her reported mysterious disappearance, she turns up at the border tortured, beaten, minus her memory and one kidney.</i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>When an attempt is made on her life in hospital, her employer sends Eaton’s estranged ex-lover and security expert Dominic Kane to bring her safely home.<span> </span></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Kane wants Rebecca back in his arms.<span> </span>But before he can entice her into a reconciliation he has to help her expose a worldwide medical conspiracy involving mass murder and the illegal sale of stolen human organs.</i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Kane has to protect Rebecca from the men sent to silence her and the terrorists who demand she ensures the medical criminals are brought to justice or four suicide bombs will be detonated in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">London</st1:place></st1:city>.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family: verdana; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Interview with Dominic Kane: </span>The Man Behind The Woman</i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family: verdana; ">Dominic Kane is a name that h