Feb 8 2013

Hot New Release: Too Devious to Tame by Doris O’Connor

A big warm welcome to my guest today, Doris O’Connor, to talk about her latest release, Too Devious to Tame from Evernight Publishing. I’ll let Doris tell you herself. Take it away:

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Thanks so much for having me here today :)

Hands up who likes sexy Italian men? How about feisty heroines, dynamic family relationships, hot sex, and a haunting love story? (Lila raises her hand to all of the above) How about we throw in some beautiful scenery with a generous dash of danger, and twists and turns to take your breath away and keep you on the edge of your seat?

You do, do you? Well, it just so happens that book three of my Giovanni Clan series, has all that and more.

I touch on some tough issues in this story and we seem to have jumped a heat level as a result. When Jemima’s past catches up with her, it falls to cousin Giorgio to honor the promises he made in book two of the series. If you haven’t read the previous books, don’t worry, you’ll catch up. The stories stand on their own. However, if you feel the need to check them out, don’t let me stop you ;-)

Too Hot To Handle, book one in the series is reduced to just 99 cents for a limited time only, and it happens to have one very sexy firefighter in it.

*grins*

To celebrate the releases of Too Devious To Tame I am giving one lucky reader a chance to win either of the first two books in the series. Winner’s choice. Just leave me a comment J

Readers already familiar with the stories will recognize Jemima and Giorgio from book two. In Too Devious To Tame I delve into the mechanics of their relationship. These two have a past, and the choices they made come to haunt them in this book.

Will they make it through, and safely out of the tangled webs they’ve created?

TDTTBLURB:

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.

Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can’t remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.

With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?

 

EXCERPT:              

Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.

“No, I’m fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget.”

He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away.  When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn’t catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.

He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.

“Shut your eyes for me, cara.”   His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.

“Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can’t see what I’m doing.”

More? Of course you want more!  Click HERE to go to the over 18 part. You’ll need to enter “Doris” as the password. By doing so you’re confirming that you’re over 18.

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Feb 6 2013

Regrettable Book of the Week™ — “Chillin’ with Daddy’s Friends”

Today I have the twentieth (tada!) in my “Regrettable Book of the Week™” series. For those of you new to my series, this is 100% parody. You are more than welcome to laugh, snicker and guffaw at my amateurish photoshopping and blurb writing. Bad is good. Good is bad.

Today I’m going for the gusto. Fair warning, this may squick some of you out, but I’m only parodying what’s already out there! Seriously!

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The Tagline:

Sometimes wrinkly but experienced beats virile but arrogant.

The blurb:

Linnea Matthews has never been keen on trips home. Rascal Butte, Montana was boring when she was a kid, and it’s even more boring now that she’s an adult.

When her father suffers a nearly fatal accident that leaves him wheelchair bound, Linnea has to put her dreams on hold to take care of him. A widower for ten years, Bear Matthews has no one else besides a motley assortment of buddies who couldn’t find their way around a kitchen if their lives depended on it.

What Bear and his friends, Jim, Carl, Sam, Ralph and Fox do have in common is membership in the local Bareback Riders Club. No, it’s not a club for equestrian enthusiasts but for nudists and swingers of a more “mature” persuasion. As her father’s nurse, Linnea has no choice but to accompany him to the Fifth Annual Jamboree for his inauguration as the in-coming President.

With little blue pills in ample supply, Linnea soon realizes that Daddy’s friends have quite a bit to offer a woman, and  older men really are like fine wines—they only get better with age. After such a mind-blowing experience as the belle of the bare ball, will Linnea ever be able to return to her fast-paced job in the city or will she discover that sometimes life in the slow lane has its own unique pleasures?

Eww…right? Very regrettable. But look! There’s man titty! Ok, ok, perhaps old man titty doesn’t count. The look on Linnea’s face, however, is priceless.

Do you have an idea for the next “Regrettable Book of the Week™”? Be sure to share in the comments if so.

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Disclaimer: “Regrettable Book of the Week™” is a completely fictional (duh!) creation for parody purposes only. I have no product beyond what you see in this post. Photos are free download proofs of stock photos or photos I have purchased, not to be used for commercial purposes. This is not a commercial purpose, however, I retain any and all creative story rights in the highly unlikely event I accidentally create something that might be worth a damn.

See all prior Regrettable Books of the Week HERE

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Feb 3 2013

The First NEW Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Did you get all that? Well, sadly the old Six Sentence Sunday ended last weekend. Some of the regulars refused to let it die and started a Facebook group called…”Six Sentence Sunday“. This is a new group in terms of administration and is not affiliated with its predecessor. The rules are pretty much the same–six sentences from a WIP, no promo. Many of my favorite SSS authors migrated there, so I will, too.

This week, I’ll do six (and give you two extra…shhh) but next week, I’ll probably graduate to Weekend Writing Warriors which allows EIGHT sentences (woo-hoo!) but for which I was too late to sign up.

So enough of the blah, blah, on with the six (plus two).

I just finished my first draft of Wild West Succubus…which as it turns out, may not be part of the Succubus Chronicles at all because it’s too long and I’ve made it a lot more urban fantasy’ish than the others. In this snippet, the heroine and succubus, Priscilla, has just asked her new hire to tell her and the rest of the men about himself at supper.

horsehead50pctWith a glance to his left then his right, he grins and says, “My name is Hugo Desmond. I was born in a St. Louis whorehouse. No idea who sired me other than he must have been a very large man, seeing as how tiny my mother was. I have a younger sister, a half sibling. I grew up in the brothel, working odd jobs, but mostly busting the heads of difficult customers and tossing out the drunks with no cash. When my mother died, I took my sister and found work for us on a large ranch and farm…

And then two more, as a warm up for Weekend Writing Warrior…

Got my sister settled with a good man, and now I’m here. The end.”

And there’s a hellova lot more that Hugo isn’t sharing. And yes, that’s a nod to Lost in there.

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Jan 30 2013

Regrettable Book of the Week™ — “Out of Circulation”

Today I have the nineteenth in my “Regrettable Book of the Week™” series. For those of you new to my series, this is 100% parody. You are more than welcome to laugh, snicker and guffaw at my amateurish photoshopping and blurb writing. Bad is good. Good is bad.

Today I’m going for a tongue-in-cheek cozy mystery.

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The Tagline:

Hooking and booking a lawman has never been so deadly!

The blurb:

Someone’s killed Harden Long, the meanest man in Beaver City–with a book, in the library–and the murder weapon was checked out to Verity Fausse! What’s an amateur sleuth to do when all eyes are looking at her, including those of Beaver City’s most tenacious lawman? Invite the good detective to tea, that’s what!

Detective Lance Thrust has always suspected the comely Miss Fausse to be one of the devil’s own–always poking her pert button nose into other people’s business and making him look like a fool. Though no one plans on attending the curmudgeonly Long’s funeral, no murder should go unpunished. Lance is determined to solve this case without Verity’s interference. Should be easy since she is suspect number one! Once Thrust and and his new partner Sergeant Ben Dover tag team her, she’ll be squealing her confession in no time.

Verity knows Detective Thrust and Sergeant Dover want to do more than eat her tea cakes when they come calling after the funeral. She’s ready for their rough interrogation but has a few questions of her own, like where exactly was the strong and silent sergeant on the night old man Long was murdered? And why does Ben have paper cuts all over his face and fingers? Verity is going to have to use all her cunning and a few unorthodox maneuvers to gain Lance’s trust and lay bare Ben’s motives without arousing his potentially deadly suspicions.

Okay, not my best one, I know, but I was kind of swamped doing some last minute spit polishing of a manuscript and trying my darndest to finally finish another one. Busy weekend that extended into Monday and Tuesday. But I am rather proud of the innuendo and Verity herself is just so perfect for the cover! I kind of gave away whodunnit in the blurb, too, didn’t I? Bad, and most regrettable. LOL

Do you have an idea for the next “Regrettable Book of the Week™”? Be sure to share in the comments if so.

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Disclaimer: “Regrettable Book of the Week™” is a completely fictional (duh!) creation for parody purposes only. I have no product beyond what you see in this post. Photos are free download proofs of stock photos or photos I have purchased, not to be used for commercial purposes. This is not a commercial purpose, however, I retain any and all creative story rights in the highly unlikely event I accidentally create something that might be worth a damn.

See all prior Regrettable Books of the Week HERE

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Jan 27 2013

“Being a Full Time Writer” by Ella Grey

A year or so ago I hurt my back. No, I didn’t slip on ice or do something stupid. Me and daredevil aren’t two words that you’re likely to hear in the same sentence. No, I was cutting up fabric on the floor and I stood up. That’s it. The sheering pain across my lower back was the result. The doctors called it a ruptured spinal disc which means I can’t carry my son for very long. I can’t sit in the same position for hours on end and I can’t wear high heels. Okay that last one probably doesn’t sound like such a big deal but I liked wearing them. I’m not the world’s tallest girl and heels make me feel pretty.

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Typewriter (Photo credit: munhitsu)

But I’m getting off the point. Originally I worked in a bar. Yes I used to be the person who delivered food and generally looked miserable, which when you think about it includes most of the people who work in the catering trade. I wasn’t too sad when I had to leave that job. I’d worked there for seven years but I’ve always known what I wanted to be. I’d already had a few stories published and I planned on writing more. So, that difficult decision of leaving my job to write full-time was completely taken out of my hands.  It does have its upsides. I get to spend a lot of time with my son. I generally don’t write until he’s in bed. We do puzzles together, have pretend sword-fights and pretend to be dinosaurs. I wouldn’t trade that for the world.

My latest story is called The Schoolteacher and the Dom and it’s a part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line. I like the idea behind the line. Being a mum means that sometimes there isn’t enough hours in the day to read, especially when I need to write as well. These stories are meant to be read in one sitting and are the perfect length to keep you satisfied.

So I’m giving away a free copy of The Schoolteacher and the Dom. All you have to do is tell me about the crappiest job that you’ve ever done. I’ll pick a winner by the end of the week.

Thanks Lila for having me.

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You’re very welcome, Ella!

Let’s learn more about Ella’s book, shall we?

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Nola Pryce didn’t expect much to happen over the Christmas holidays. She planned on spending it alone, eating too much chocolate and watching bad TV. She certainly didn’t expect Alex, a man with a secret that’s sure to change her life—if she lets it.

Alex Winchester runs The Black Rose Club with his business partner and friend Lilith Yee. It caters to every dark fantasy. But Alex is a Dom without a submissive, until he meets Nola. He invites her to The Black Rose Club Christmas party. A lot rests on this one night. Alex is giving Nola a choice. It’s up to her if she wants to say yes.

Excerpt

Nobody likes being alone on Christmas, which was the only reason Nola Pryce was on a date with tall, dark, and dull. It had been a moment of weakness that made her say yes. Looking at him across the table made her wish she’d said no.

She’d stopped listening to the conversation about ten minutes ago. Now she was just randomly nodding and taking sips from her cup. Her attention wandered to checking out the bar that they’d decided to meet at. She liked it even if it was obvious that Tim didn’t judging by the way he wrinkled his nose as he’d walked in. It had a homely feel to it. The customers chatted with the staff, which created a low-key but friendly atmosphere. Her attention drifted to the framed newspapers on the wall. There was a history here that she liked.

It was the only good thing about the date. At least it’s an early evening dinner date. There wasn’t going to be that awkward moment at the end of the night when she didn’t invite him up for coffee. There was no way in the hell this would be turning into one date of many.

He’d been talking about himself for nearly an hour, his latest subject being a business trip to Japan. Somehow he’d even managed to make that sound boring.

“I just need to go to the ladies’. I’ll be right back.” Nola got to her feet, collecting her bag. She needed to fake an emergency or something. If she sat through anymore of this bullshit, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions.

She noticed the guy looking at her from the bar as she went in search of the ladies’ room and smiled at him. When she finished up in the restroom, she headed back to the bar. A plan had already begun to form in her head.

“I need a favour.”

The man’s eyes widen at her forwardness. He put down the burger he’d been eating and used a napkin to clean sauce from his lips. “And what would that be?” he asked as soon as his mouth was empty. He was smartly dressed in a suit which had an impeccable cut but he looked much more relaxed than stuffy Tim. At that moment he looked like he was trying hard not to smile.

“I need you to call my phone in about five minutes.”

He looked around her, checking out Tim. He didn’t look unimpressed. “Trying to get out of a bad date?”

“You’ll be saving a person’s life.”

He looked a little surprised, “Yours?”

“No, his. I might actually have to kill him. Somebody that boring shouldn’t be allowed to live. I’d be doing the world a favour.”

He looked back at her solemnly but his eyes twinkled with supressed laughter. “I’ll call it. I wouldn’t want you to get yourself arrested.”

Nola leant on the bar and ordered another cup of tea from the waitress and placed her card in front of her.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

He really didn’t need to know that but the smile intrigued her. “It’s Nola Pryce. Yours?”

“Alex Winchester.”

She touched his arm. “Thank you, Alex. I owe you.”

The intriguing smile set her heart racing. Now if Alex had been her date, she wouldn’t be looking for the nearest exit. “It’s my pleasure, Nola.”

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If you want a chance at winning a free copy of The Schoolteacher and the Dom at the end of the week, don’t forget to comment below (click on the little callout balloon in the upper right corner of this post) on the topic Ella requested above.

If you can’t wait that long, you can buy the book NOW, here:

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ellagreyAbout Ella Grey

Ella Grey is a jack of all trades and has been published in multiple genres. With her first story published nearly two years ago, she’s written short stories and novellas and shows no signs of stopping.

Ella’s always loved reading and inspired by Christopher Pike, wrote her first story at the age of fifteen. Now a decade later she’s creating Paranormal and Steampunk worlds.

She lives in a tiny house in the UK, with her other half, their son and their cat. She leads a hectic life but disappears into the worlds she’s created as soon as she puts the monster to bed.

Ella’s Website

 

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