Saturday, October 29, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Once again, this weekend's six is from my upcoming historical romance We'll Meet Again! Coming from Noble Romance Nov 14! Hope you enjoy!

"It’s all right, darling. I’d better go now before…well…before," he said, his voice thick.

"James," Cassie pleaded, trembling.

He stopped on his way to the door and gave her a sad smile. "I wish I didn’t have to leave. But we both know I do."

She nodded slowly.

He stood looking at her and quickly walked back to her and grabbed her for one last kiss before pulling away again. "I love you so much," he groaned.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Blog Hop!

To celebrate Halloween me and a whole slew of fantastic authors are participating in a huge blog hop from now until midnight on the 31st!

Now what does that mean for you? Prizes! Many... many... many... prizes! Each author is offering something on their blog for you to grab.

For myself, I thought in honor of the chilly turn the weather has taken I'd offer a copy of my steamy novella Baby It's Cold Outside!

Just leave a comment here anytime between now and midnight EST on the 31st and I'll pick a winner!

How about a wee peek?

Madeline Delaney has suffered a terrible loss. She's returned to her home town with her daughter to spend Christmas with Madeline's grandmother. Next door is Jack DeLuna, an adolescent crush that seems to be rekindling into a very adult passion. Still reeling from the death of her husband, will Madeline have the courage to let Jack into her heart, or will guilt and the fear of loving someone again keep her from the future Jack has waited years to give her?

“Yes,” she said, firmly pushing the word out before she could talk herself out of it.

“I‟d like to have dinner with you, Jack.”

He smiled at her and exhaled in an endearing display of relief. “I thought you‟d never put me out of my misery.”

“Me neither,” she laughed with a sheepish shrug. “I‟m incredibly nervous about the whole thing but I would very much like to go out on a date with you.”

Jack leaned his head down and Madeline caught her breath, thinking he was going to kiss her.

Did she want him to? Yes, she decided. She did. So when he seemed to change his mind and straightened up, putting his hands in his coat pockets, Madeline took a step forward and pressed her lips to his.

His lips were cold from the chill in the air but quickly warmed as he deepened the kiss.

Madeline felt her knees go a little weak and was grateful to feel Jack‟s arm come around her back to pull her up against him. She clutched at his coat because her senses were spinning under the sweet delicious movement of his lips against hers.

He was pulling away. She whimpered, then broke the kiss as embarrassment flooded her at the needy sound.

His eyes were lit with unmistakable desire as he tucked a loose lock of her black hair behind her ear. “I suppose we should save something for this Saturday but damn I‟ve wanted to do that since I saw you first come out of your car. You‟ve grown into such a beautiful woman, Maddie, you take my breath away. You really do.”

She cleared her throat and touched his coat. “You‟re no slouch in the growing up good department yourself, Jack DeLuna. So Saturday then?” she asked. If she didn‟t stop touching him she was afraid she‟d kiss him again and never want to stop.

He pressed his lips to her cheek. “Saturday,” he confirmed.
She forced herself to turn away and he made his way back down the porch steps to his house as she unlocked her front door and went inside. Her fingers lifted to her lips, still tasting him there.

God, that had been good. She hadn‟t expected to enjoy a simple kiss so much.
“Maybe that just goes to show how hard up you are lately,” she remarked dryly into the darkened corridor. “You‟re probably gonna tackle him as soon as you see him on Saturday and throw him in the backseat before you even say „how do you do?‟”

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks to everyone who are enjoying these little peeks into my upcoming release We'll Meet Again! In this week's snippet, James gives in...just a little.

James took her hands and covered them with his own. With a groan of what sounded like defeat, he spun and grabbed her. His mouth claimed hers in a haze of fire that spread over her entire body and pooled with shocking intensity between her legs.
Cassie whimpered, greedily, and was dimly aware of the sound of the door being slammed shut before he was pushing her against the wall.
His hands cupped her face in a fierce grip as if to hold her there while he feasted on her mouth.
As if she’d ever want to leave.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks so much to all you lovely folks for reading and commenting on these snippets. We're going to continue with another bit from my upcoming historical romance We'll Meet Again, coming Nov 14!

His touch on her bare skin sent a shocking warmth through her that settled low in her belly and farther than that. "And Cassandra, don’t ever ask me again if I feel anything for you. Not ever, unless you want me to dishonour myself and prove it to you." James's voice was rough and filled with unmistakable intent, his breath warm with smoke and coffee and his scent had just the barest hint of woodsy cologne mixed in with his own male scent, wafting over her face.

Cassie’s thighs came together tightly as she felt a fluttering there in between.

Sweet Lord.

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Saturday, October 8, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks to everyone who keeps reading and commenting. Love ya muchly! This weeks snippet is once again from my upcoming WW2 erotic romance We'll Meet Again, coming Nov 14! Hope you enjoy!

He held her head still, bringing his other hand to the other side of her face and pressed his forehead against hers. "Cassandra," he sighed, sad and urgent.

"Don’t," she pleaded. "Please, don’t."

"Just a small gesture of farewell, darling?" he asked, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.

A kiss wouldn’t have to mean anything in the grand scheme of things, Cassie tried to rationalize through her guilt.

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Saturday, October 1, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks so much to everyone who drops by and comments! So appreciated! I figured in honor of the upcoming release of my WW2 erotic historical We'll Meet Again, coming Nov 14 I would make every Six Sentence Sunday snippet from now until its release, from We'll Meet Again. Hope you guys enjoy!

First the blurb: It's 1943; Cassie Atherton's fiancĂ© Phillip Davis is fighting in the war, and she is doing her part as an American nurse in England. When nursing a seriously injured English captain named Edward James Harrison, Cassie suddenly finds herself truly in love for the very first time. Instantly drawn to each other, Cassie tries to resist James's shameless flirting but the two of them grow close during his convalescence. They know their futures lie elsewhere but neither expect their parting to come when the unexpected death of her father calls Cassie back home. Once he’s fully recovered, James returns to active duty and ends up on a mission with Phillip in Japan where both men are captured. Their joint suffering in the POW camp under Lieutenant Dai bonds them as the best of friends.

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

How could she explain that her shortness with him was a result of her own guilt? Of the dream she had last night, a scandalous dream that featured none other than the captain. Captain Edward James Harrison and herself doing things that still made her heart race and her body warm when she thought of them.
Shame filled her, though she tried to tell herself she was not responsible for the content of her dreams. Maybe Nurse Norwich was right. She was getting much too involved with her patients. One very specific patient.