Welcome Annabeth Leong

NottheleaderofthepackNot the Leader of the Pack by Annabeth Leong 

Blurb:

Rival alphas Juli Gunby and Neil Statham want to tear each other apart — but will they do it in battle or as mates?

When Juli Gunby left Missoula, Montana, she didn’t intend to come back. Not to her exacting alpha werewolf father, and certainly not to Neil Statham, the beta who rejected Juli’s girlish advances. Her father, as usual, has other ideas, using his dying breath to pass pack leadership to his daughter. Juli resolves to carry out her duty to her father and her pack, but the one man she wants on her side has made himself her enemy.

After years of loyal service to the pack, Neil expects to take over as alpha when his mentor dies. As good as it is to see Juli again, he knows he can’t trust her. After all, she abandoned both him and the pack years ago and never looked back. Neil determines to fight for his rightful position in the pack, even if that means going up against a woman who fills him with an overwhelming urge to mate every time she walks into the room.

Someone needs to lead, and the more Neil and Juli fight, the more they attract interference from those who would control the pack and destroy the ties between them.

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Excerpt: 

“Juli. We’re the only pack members who saw your father pass that ring of leadership to you.” He paused to allow the significance to sink in, the bar noise around them rising to fill his silence. “You have another life in Lewistown. You have a career. You’ve made it clear you’re not interested in this pack. We can say whatever we want about what took place in that room. He could have passed the ring to me as far as anyone else knows. No one would question that.”

He would have kept talking, except that Juli wrenched herself violently out of his grasp at that point. “Not interested in this pack? We can say whatever we want?” He heard her just fine over the music despite the new distance between them. In fact, he worried who else had heard her mention the pack. And who else had seen that furry paw she’d thrust into his face.

They both froze for a second, staring at her latest lapse of control.

“Damn it.” Juli’s curse came out more as a growl than as words.

“We need to get out of here,” Neil said. “You just focus on staying cool.” She knew better than to argue with him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out, leaving their beers behind. They could finish this conversation in his truck.

They ran for the truck like the rest of the world was on fire, and slammed the doors behind them once they got there. Juli writhed in her seat, gasping, her wolf form rippling just on the other side of her skin. Neil panted in response. He didn’t normally have trouble controlling his shift, but with her beside him, so close, too much of him wanted to meet her in a place of complete abandon. He wanted to run with her under the moon, fight her for supremacy until neither cared who wound up on top or on the bottom. Then, with one last vicious pounce, he wanted to surrender to the merging of their bodies. He swallowed hard.

Stats. He ran through the winning World Series teams for the last three decades. He tried to calculate his total career RBIs. The stream of data calmed Neil down. He started the car. “I’m going to drive us somewhere a little more private,” he told Juli. “Just in case.”

“Back to the hospital.”

“You’re in no shape—”

“Back to the hospital.” She showed fangs. Neil didn’t need that so soon after he’d regained his own control. He stopped arguing and pressed the gas. They’d go somewhere. He just needed to be driving so he had something to concentrate on besides the idea of Juli giving herself up to the beast. He needed a really good reason to remain in human form.

The truck’s cab filled with her labored breathing. Neil turned on the radio to distract himself from the sexual images the sound called up for him. He’d always avoided being alone with her, afraid to give even the appearance of impropriety. Right then, Neil wasn’t sure if he was grateful for the trouble he’d saved himself or sorry as hell for what he’d missed. The instinctual attraction he felt for her was off the charts.

He got so caught in his reverie that only Juli tugging at his sleeve alerted him that her struggles had become sobs. “Neil, can you pull over?” Her voice sounded deflated. “I’m sorry I insisted about the hospital. I’m not ready to go back there yet.”

Her obvious misery immediately pierced his sexual fog. Neil pulled the truck into a convenience store parking lot and looked at her. “Do you want a minute? I can go get some water.”

“No, it’s okay.” She hesitated, chewing on her top lip. “I’m obviously way out of control.”

He watched her face carefully. “About what I said in the bar… I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You just think I don’t care about any of this.”

“Well, do you?”

Her head snapped up and a bit of the wolf flickered behind her eyes again. “How can you ask me that?”

Neil blew out a long breath. She wanted him to make his case? He could do that. “You know being pack alpha doesn’t pay. What about your fancy job in Lewistown? The one that was so important you couldn’t come back here to visit your dad?”

She rubbed her eyes. “Can you try to keep the venom out of this, Neil? Jeez, you’re so bitter, you’d think I failed to visit you.” Bingo. But Juli continued speaking, oblivious. “Gabriel’s not going to like it if I resign. He talked a lot about developing new talent when he hired me. But it’s not like the Council can’t run without me. This was my father’s last request. Besides, the pack probably needs me more.”

He swallowed, unable to believe she had the nerve to say these things. “Maybe I’m underestimating how good you are at walking away from things. Foolish of me, since I have personal experience.” Neil shook his head, uncertain if the anger surging through him was directed at himself or at Juli. “The pack needs someone really committed, Juli. Not someone who will leave again the next time it’s convenient.”

She snapped her gaze to his, her eyes widening with understanding. A wave of fear rushed through him. He’d revealed too much of his personal feelings. They needed to decide about the pack first. “You were the one who rejected me, Neil,” Juli said, her voice so soft he almost couldn’t hear her. “All I did was move on.”

Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written romance and erotica of many flavors — dark, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her titles for Breathless Press include Not His Territory, Not the Leader of the Pack, and a contribution to the Ravaged anthology. She enjoys writing about the tension between passion and control that werewolves embody. Unfortunately, when Annabeth loses control of herself, she does not gain the power to change shape. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island, blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong. She loves talking books on Goodreads, too:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5295946.Annabeth_Leong

 

Buy One, Get One Free Offer:

Not the Leader of the Pack stands alone, but Annabeth has written in its world before. She’d love to share the previous title, Not His Territory, with current readers. If you’d like to participate, e-mail proof of purchase of Not the Leader of the Pack, such as an Amazon receipt, to annabeth dot leong at gmail dot com and let her know your e-book format of choice. Annabeth will buy a copy of Not His Territory for the first 25 people who respond.

SCP’s Paranormal Blog Hop this weekend

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Welcome to Secret Craving’s Paranormal Blog hop.

You can find all the links to the hop HERE

I love the paranormal and for this hop I will share some of my favorite paranormal books/authors with you as well as give you a glimpse into my own paranormal world in Devon Falls.

First a top five of my paranormal authors/books I love to read:

Andrea Speed’s Infected Series as well as her Josh of the Damned Series

Kim Harrison’s Hollows series

Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters Series as well as Chronicles of Nick Series

Karenna Colcroft’s Real Wereeolves Don’t Eat Meat Series

JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood Series

And one extra though I have to admit I have many more books/series I enjoy in the paranormal genre is….Yasmine Galenorn’s Otherworld series.

Now onto my paranormal world set in Devon Falls, this tiny town that welcomes paranormal creatures and where they live, work and fall in love with humans.

Sticky Magic Cover

Devon Falls 1: Sticky Magic

Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

Paranormal Erotic Romance/Christmas

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A chance meeting at a sweet shop…Can it be love?

Jenna Stevens wasn’t looking for love nor did she believe it would walk into her life one holiday season. Marc du Bree needs to find his destined mate so he can take over the family duties from his father. Meeting Jenna, Marc finds the connection he has been searching for. Can he convince this gun shy woman that his love is indeed true?

Teaser Excerpt:

Groaning, Marc couldn’t believe the erotic picture he saw with Jenna sliding her hands up around his cock. Closing his eyes in the ecstasy of her touch and talented tongue had him almost coming right then and there if not for sheer will power on his behalf.

“Please, sweetheart, enough, or I am going to come all over myself.” Marc huskily said as he pulled her up along himself.

Jenna leaned down and kissed him sweetly as she sat up and positioned herself over his straining cock. She tenderly slid down inch by inch, and his hardness was welcomed in the velvet wetness of her pussy, gripping him in anticipation only he could deliver. Groaning, Marc restrained himself from slamming into her as his eyes started to light up again.

Soon, he was encased in Jenna’s pussy and as she began to get her rhythm, Marc teased her nipples with light tugging and teasing, forcing a husky, desire-laden groan from her. “Let it go, mia cara. Let me feel you come over my cock.” Marc said as he heard, then felt, her orgasm scream through her. Feeling her pussy walls tighten and grip his cock had Marc thrusting faster until he moaned with desire as his orgasm literally overflowed Jenna’s pussy.

Panting softly, Jenna slumped over his body, exhausted and still trembling from the effects of their joining. She turned her head and kissed Marc’s shoulder as she tumbled into sleep.

“Ahhh, cara miayou delight me.” Marc said as he ran a hand from the nape of her neck to her hip. Making sure she was comfortable, he tumbled off to sleep as well, content in knowing she was right there beside him forever.

Now to win a $10 Starbucks gift card, please let me know some of  your favorite paranormal books/authors/series in the comments portion of the post. Make sure to leave your snail mail address so in case you win I have a way to contact you.

 

 

 

 

Book Spotlight~Loving Patience

LovingPatience_LRGBook Title: Loving Patience

Author name: Jennifer Simpkins

Series Name: Patience Series, book 2

Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Blurb:

Liza Dyer has spent her career counseling and guiding her patients towards a more fulfilling life, so it’s a shock when she can’t stop her own life from falling apart. After a cheating ex she decides to escape to
Patience, Tennessee. Instead of confiding in her long-time friend, she finds herself revealing her painful secrets to sexy, ladies’ man Tex Avery.

Tex is a confirmed bachelor every woman in Patience is trying to catch. He is the last thing Liza needs, but once again she can’t help herself—especially when he shows up at her hotel door looking depleted and leaving her breathless.  It’s in her nature to want to help with the emotional pain Tex is going through, but her counseling is not welcomed.  Liza is determined to not give up on him…but will their connection be enough to convince her to once again put her heart on the line.

Excerpt:

“I’ve heard things about you. I just find it hard to believe a man with your type of reputation has never taken a girl to the local hotel. I’ve seen your mom’s house. It’s not big enough for you to quietly sneak a girl in and out of your window without her hearing.”

He arched one brow to cast a playfully wolfish look as he asked, “And what exactly have you heard?”

“Just that up until now you have not been very selective with who’ve been with, and that between you and Bradley, you pretty much have serviced the entire town of Patience.”

“Ouch. You don’t hold back much, do you?”

She shrugged. “I just tell it like it is.”

“I like that about you, Liza. I was that guy, I guess, for a long while, but I’m just not looking for the occasional hook-up anymore.” His eyes went dark.

Oh. God. Why did that admission seem to relieve her in a big way? The temperature in the room felt warmer. She forced herself to meet his deep eyes squarely, eyes that sparkled with lust and desire. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “What are you looking for?”

He slowly walked to her, and though she knew she should have moved; she didn’t want to. She was not going to back down from Tex. Before she knew it and realized how close he was, she could feel his body heat combining with hers. He had a wicked look in his eye and the juncture of her thighs began to spasm.

He planted his lips on hers, and his mouth took over like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He rubbed then slipped his tongue between her trembling lips. She started to protest, then relaxed into it as she heard a low groan rumble from his chest. That was enough to make her lose what little control she possessed.

Mmmm. God, yes. Now this was kissing. She couldn’t get enough of his touch, his scent. Slipping her fingers under his T-shirt, she explored the hardness of his back. Still, that was not enough for her. She needed so much more. Eagerly, she pulled at his shirt until he broke free of her lips and together they tugged the shirt over his head. Her fingers splayed over the dark hair that fanned across his chest. Damn…

His hands roamed her back…her ass. The bulge hardening against her thigh had her hungering for more. She started to move against his thighs, but he braced both of his hands firmly on her waist and held her back. That was okay for now, because just kissing him was that good.

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Buy Links:

Secret Cravings Publishing
Amazon
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Barnes & Noble

 

Bio:

Jennifer has always been an avid reader, but it wasn’t until she became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading romance turned into another passion she had as a child—writing. One late night of writing about sexy heroes and strong-willed heroines turned into two nights, until seven months later she had written her first novel.

She lives in a small town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on the cover of one of her books), her daughter, and two dogs who can’t seem to get along. If she is not writing, you can find her reading, hanging out with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees.

To Connect with Jennifer:

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*Just a reminder: Forgiving Patience (book 1) is also available. You can get it as an e-book or in print. Trusting Patience (book 3) is due to release in July.*

 

Welcome Jamie Salsbury

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The adventure begins…

Max Frazier may be a stunningly handsome international rock star, but he has other hidden talents from his past. Talents the authorities want him to use. Talents Max thought of as one hit wonders and wanted to keep in his past.

His smokin’ hot employer, Ashleigh Thomas, is unaware of his past with the S.A.S. Recently widowed, she yearns to bring the entertainment agency she and her late husband owned out of ruins, with Max’s help. Together they embark on a once in a lifetime deal for Max.
Will their mutual attraction for the other turn to fire, or will it burn to ashes once Ashleigh learns the truth? As she and Max find themselves helping the authorities bring in a figure from Ashleigh’s past…will love trump evil?

 

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Max Frazier is an international rock music icon. Women throw themselves at his feet, but he has eyes for only one woman…his boss, Ashleigh Thomas.

Ashleigh Thomas is still reeling over the sudden death of her husband, Richard. And all the debt and the trail of destruction he left behind. With Max continuing his contract with ANT Communications, Ashleigh approaches the stunningly handsome entertainer with a business proposition. A deal that will not only bring her agency out of the throws of bankruptcy but will make them both obscene amounts of money. Ashleigh finds herself attracted to this man with his smoldering sensual good looks, a man a much younger than she.

Max is an entertainer’s entertainer. Everything new he tries turns to gold. He is also a man with a past. A past that few are aware of. As he finds himself falling for Ashleigh he realizes his past will catch up with him…sooner or later. His past is what the feds find useful in their pursuit of someone close to Ashleigh.

Rockin’ the Boss excerpt teaser

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Then, his voice and demeanor took a more serious tone. “Then there was your marriage to Richard and his sudden death.”

I carefully placed my fork back on the plate and stared at him, shocked that he would bring up Richard. We had been together for close to fifteen years. It had been obvious to everyone except me that he had married me exclusively for the money and connections that my family brought. What he had not expected was Papa insisting on a pre-nuptial agreement.

Richard made the best of the knowledge that he would get nothing if he ever chose to leave. As soon as we married, sex was non-existent between us. He had a steady stream of mistresses and thought little of parading them in front of me. The agency had been his idea, as he had loved the lifestyle and fame it brought. His life had ended as he had lived—hard, fast, and mysterious.

I took a bite of salad and did not react immediately. “I was surprised when you moved to Atlanta.” As I changed the subject, my tone made it clear to Max that Richard was an issue I did not wish to discuss.

“I wanted to be closer to the new team you put together. Manhattan can be so over-rated and expensive. California I love, but it’s even further away. But I do like the climate and the opportunities. Atlanta intrigued me. What made you move here?” The sides of his mouth curled up as though he already knew the answer.

What’s he up to? “Atlanta is special. My mother’s from the area, and I spent a lot of time here growing up.”

“Ah-ha!” he boomed, as he grinned at me. “Now I know why your parent’s named you Ashleigh. It’s so Atlanta, so Southern, so Gone with the Wind.”

“Better than the alternative I suppose.”

“What would that be?”

“My father wanted to name me Coco after Coco Chanel, which might have worked in France, but here I don’t know. At least fun can be had with Ashleigh. You know, the Gone with the Wind melodrama.” I replied as we left the table and headed into the living room. “Would you like coffee, Max, or perhaps something stronger?”

“A brandy sounds great, love,” his accent thicker than earlier.

The change did not go unnoticed as I left to fetch the liquor. I returned with two snifters and handed one to him. He seated himself back on the sofa as I walked around to a chair where I could gaze at him from a safe distance.

“I thought, if you are in agreement, we’d stay at a condo that belongs to a girlfriend of mine. She travels extensively. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to let us use her place.”

“That sounds fine. When do you want to leave?” His deep brown stare roamed over my body, a grin curving his luscious lips.

I shifted in my seat, trying desperately not to notice. “Day after tomorrow suit you?”

Rockin’ the Boss Purchase Links

Secret Cravings: 
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 About the Author

In the two short years since Jamie Salisbury began publishing her Romance stories, she has seen her historical-romance westerns soar to #1 on Amazon, has been nominated for a 2012 RONE award for her novella Tudor Rubato and has expanded her audience to include those published by Secret Cravings Publishing.

Currently Jamie lives in the American south. When she’s not writing or plotting out her next story, she can be found with her camera, traveling or just chillin’ reading a good book.

Contact Links

Blog:
http://www.jamiesalisburyauthor.blogspot.com

Website: 
http://www.jamiesalisbury.com/

Facebook: 
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Twitter: @JamieRSalisbury

 

Welcome E. Ayers today

RC6 trent&cassie 300x450Thanks so much for inviting me to be on your blog. I’m thrilled to be here and visit with all your readers.

My books range from sweet romances to…um…well, a little heat. I don’t close the bedroom door. To me, sex is a normal part of expressing love. I don’t write erotic. It’s not in me. Sometimes I wish I could write it. I envy those who can write with that wild, intense heat. But me? I write what I write. I usually tell people that their fifteen year old isn’t going to learn any new tricks, and if the younger one reads it, the only thing that needs to be said is yes, that’s sex.

But since we’re all adults, we all know what it is. I like to concentrate not on the act, but on the love and the enjoyment. Sex is supposed to be fun. It’s one-on-one time. It’s a chance to explore, touch, giggle, and get to know your partner. Even if you’ve been with that partner for a long time, it’s still a special way to reconnect and renew loving feelings. I like bringing that to my writing.

My River City books are about young urbanites. I love writing them because each couple is different. Perfect people don’t exist. Even those who seem as though they have perfect lives, really don’t. Everyone has problems. Especially today with women having careers and making as much or even more than their male counterparts. Everyone carries baggage into a relationship.

I’ve never subscribed to the concept that one has to give up something to be with the other. What couples often face, is finding the time for each other. They have to figure out how to blend their busy lives. But maybe one of the most important things between two people is respecting the other person, their job, and their time. It doesn’t matter who cleans the tub, makes dinner, or keeps the children. They are all important pieces to the bigger puzzle. Lives need to mesh, to become a team, each picking up the slack for the other.

Does it matter if she’s older, if she has more education, or she makes more money? If you said no, then you just might like A Child’s Heart, my sixth River City novel that should be available on Amazon, and Barnes & Noble by the time you see this blog and shortly thereafter at other fine ebook retailers.

Cassandra “Cassie” Jones is the curator of the River City Museum. When she meets Trent Callahan, sparks fly between both of them. Love at first sight? Oh, yeah!

Trent is a young widow with a four-year-old son, Shawn, who needs heart surgery. Trent couldn’t have picked a worse time to fall in love. Shawn is scheduled for surgery and the child might not survive the delicate operation that would give him the opportunity to live a normal life. Add to it, the fact that Trent still has feelings that he’s hidden away for his deceased wife, and now guilt for finding another love.

Trent has a high school diploma. Cassie is a PhD. Being curator of the museum is a new job for Cassie, and the city manager is harassing her. Stick Trent’s mom in the picture and things get even messier. She wants what is best for her son and her grandson. She’s forced Trent to grow up, and be a good provider and father to his son. But as a single parent herself, maybe she’s become dependent on her son.

Adult Teaser from A Child’s Heart 

Giggling, Cassie grabbed the can of whipped cream. “Let the fun can begin.”

She squirted a small amount on one of his nipples and then proceeded to lick it off. “Delicious!”

She started to squirt again when Trent took the can from her. “Nope! What you do, I get to do.”

“Really?”

“Watch me.” He coated her nipple, then pulled her to his mouth. Exquisite pleasure ripped through her system as his tongue removed every trace of white cream from her nipple. She took the can, squirted some on his other nipple, and then straddled his waist as she licked it off.

The grin on his face told her that he considered this a game, rather than an erotic act. He covered her one breast in whipped cream, then took his sweet time licking it off. Every swirl of his tongue seemed to echo deep inside her. Her fingers grabbed at the pillowcase as she tried to maintain some sort of composure. Her vaginal walls pulsed, begging to be filled.

She pulled away from him. “That’s torture!”

“Hmm, maybe I should do it more often.”

“I’m not into kinky.”

He chuckled. “You’re not? I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m not.” She sat on his hips.

“You’ve pierced your labia, and we’re playing with whipped cream. What’s next, handcuffs?”

“I don’t own any.”

“What’s that mean? If you did, you’d use them?”

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Where to Find E. Ayers on the Web:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1297251502

@ayersbooks  (Twitter)

http://www. ayersbooks.com  (website)

e.ayers@ayersbooks.com (email)

http://authorsofmainstreet.wordpress.com/ (Shared Blog)

Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.com/e/B005AYJ0XE

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Other Books by E. Ayers 

Wanting (A River City Novel)

A New Beginning (A River City Novel)

A Challenge (A River City Novel)

Forever (A River City Novel)

A Son (A River City Novel)

Coming Out of Hiding (a novel)

A Fine Line (a novella) *

Mariners Cove (a novella)

Ask Me Again (a novella)

A Skeleton at Her Door (a novella)

A Snowy Christmas in Wyoming (a novella) *

A Cowboy’s Kiss in Wyoming (a novella) *

A Love Song in Wyoming (a novella) *

A Calling in Wyoming (a novella) *

* sweeter reads

 

Welcome Lou Sylvre

FindingJackieFINAL smallHi and welcome to my blog, Lou Sylvre. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

Before I get into details, thanks for having me Raine! Also, thanks Zeke and Jake—that drink is a little stronger than usual, but the service is impeccable. 

To answer the question, I’m excited at the moment to have several projects in the works, and I’ll talk about a few that are moving along. I am still working on Vasquez and James, with the final book in the suspense/romance series in the queue for the publisher to review it and give it, hopefully, a thumbs up for a release later this year. Luki Vasquez and Sonny James will return in a story that’s not part of the suspense story, loosely following on the events in the novella, Yes. They’ll find themselves thrust into a parenting role! 

I’m also working on a co-writing project with New Zealand author Anne Barwell—it’s a departure for both of us, in that it’s a Scottish historical, set in 1745 or thereabouts. There’s a fair amount of magic involved. Our characters, Ian MacDonald and Robbie Elliot, seem to be falling much harder for each other than we originally planned.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Possibly Quebec. Or Santa Barbara. J

How do you get yourself in the mood to write? 

I don’t have to, really, I almost always want to write. But it does help if, when I sit down at the keyboard, I do some reading or editing/revising of yesterday’s work, or something else that’s recent. I guess I also consciously choose to daydream about stories and characters, for instance before I go to sleep or when I have coffee in the morning. I think best about stories when I’m in motion, though, so I pace a lot.
If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why? 

They should start with Loving Luki Vasquez. When I started out to write the Vasquez and James series, I wanted to write books that stand alone, and in once sense they do, but it definitely has turned into a continuing story with each book. So start at the beginning—Loving Luki Vasquez.

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

Oddly, I go on a bit of a book-buying binge.

Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write? 

Wow, there are so many! I’m going to narrow it down to more recent inspiration, things that prodded me toward writing suspense. I should mention that Luki and Sonny brought themselves and their love affair into being in the process of writing something completely different, but I didn’t really know what to do with them. I think what moved me toward the mystery/suspense aspect is my love of that genre in general. I had been reading some rather classic detective novels and mysteries—Dick Francis, Anne Perry, and even Robert Parker, and then there were also Diana Gabaldon’s Lord John stories. I also think urban fantasy reads like Butcher’s Dresden files and Tanya Huff’s bisexual vampire Henry were in the mix.

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Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories?

I don’t look for music to feed my muse, in fact I rarely listen while I’m writing unless I have something specific in my mind. I do find there are songs that need to be mentioned in my books. In Loving Luki Vasquez, Luki discovers that “At Last” as sung by the wonderful Etta James becomes a bit of a theme. Then, in the beginning of Delsyn’s Blues, Sonny puts Alice in Chains “Would” on his Mustang’s CD player.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had? 

Under a different name, I wrote a short story, which was published in print and audio, that started with a news story about a deer that wandered into a nursing home.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell?

That I’m fickle and have the attention span of a housefly. That I write in my ratty bathrobe. That my cats don’t really help—not at all.

Are your characters able to love or do they need to be taught?

What an interesting question! I guess I think everyone is able to love, except sociopaths (people with antisocial personality disorder), and those people unfortunately can most likely not be taught. But I do think some people have to learn to express and/or accept love. Sticking with Luki and Sonny, I’d say both of them, to differing degrees and in different ways, have trouble accepting love, and Luki really has no practice expressing it. He wants to, but it scares him, and he begins to learn because Sonny listens, doesn’t judge, and doesn’t gush. With the physical aspect, however, sex, the tables are exactly opposite, and I don’t think anyone could ask for a better teacher than Luki. J

 

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?

The book that was easiest to write was also the hardest in a different way. The novella Yes, which takes place five years or so after the suspense series and centers on Luki’s dx of advanced lung cancer, demanded to be written, and once I gave in and started writing it was non-stop, no blocks, no hurdles. Except, at the same time I was an emotional wreck the entire time I was writing it! If we don’t count that aspect of difficulty, I’d say my most recent release, Finding Jackie was the hardest, mostly because I was feeling a bit discouraged, I think. But I did have to force myself to stick with it. Afterward, I thought it was horrible until I read it through.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add? 

Well, all my Vasquez and James releases can be found in one location at the Dreamspinner Store:
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=551

(The books are also available through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Ebooks, Rainbow Ebooks, and a number of other stores in the US and internationally.) 

My blog (and soon my website) is at
http://www.sylvre.com
. I do post news of my own there, but I also love to feature other authors, and participate in hops, etc.
 

I have a new author page on facebook, at
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLouSylvre?fref=ts
and I’d love to have some more “likes.” As I get the page more established, I hope not only to have more news updates, but also there may be special offers and other interesting things!
 

I am on Twitter, @Sylvre. 

Readers can email me at lou(dot)sylvre(at)gmail(dot)com .

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Sequel to Delsyn’s Blues
Vasquez & James: Book Three

Luki Vasquez and Sonny Bly James finally have their Hawaiian wedding, and it’s perfect, almost. But their three-phase honeymoon is riddled with strife. Luki’s status as a working badass spells discord for the newlyweds. A former informant from Luki’s days with ATFE brings a troubling message (or is it a warning?) from a Mob hit man. When Luki’s sixteen-year-old nephew, Jackie, is lured into capture and torture by a sadistic killer, the honeymoon is well and truly over.

The couple put aside their differences and focus on the grueling hunt, which takes them from leather bars to dusty desert back roads, and calls on Sonny’s deep compassion as well as Luki’s sharpest skills. Their world threatens to fall apart if they fail, but their love may grow stronger than ever if they succeed in finding Jackie—before it’s too late.

Adult Teaser:

“We could fuck here, if we so desired, which I do.” Sonny actually looked hopeful, as if he was a little afraid Luki would say no, or maybe scoff.

Luki wasn’t about to do either one. Sonny was the most beautiful, lovable, eminently fuckable person on the planet, and Luki wasn’t about to fail him. As he’d explained to Sonny just the other day, fucking Sonny happy was his personal joy. He licked his lips. “Come here, baby.”

Sonny more or less slithered up Luki’s body, dragging his weight over Luki’s flesh until he’d brought his lips even with Luki’s. He stopped, offering his slightly open lips, but waiting for Luki to take them. Luki did, starting with a suck and nibble of Sonny’s lower lip, then licking with just the hard tip of his tongue along the underside of Sonny’s upper lip. He kept it up, nibbling, sucking, licking, lingering at the sensitive corners. Sonny made a move to kiss back, but Luki pulled away, and answered Sonny’s widened eyes by kissing them. He smiled, biting his own lip, made sure Sonny saw the expression, then whispered in his ear. “Just let me do whatever I want to you, baby, okay? It’ll be good, I promise, and when I want you to kiss me back, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

“Oh!” Sonny’s breath puffed out; then he nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Yes, Luki. Okay.”

The water, hot and ever so slightly silky from the bubble bath, made touching—running his hands along Sonny’s back, over his ass, down his legs—a little bit different than touching had ever been before, for Luki. And by different he meant, damn, that’s nice! And Sonny, who was never, ever still unless specifically instructed, kept squirming and rocking, moving his body side to side over Luki’s. And the water lifted him just a little bit so Luki felt little weight on him, only a teasingly sweet, achingly light friction.

He pulled his lover tight against his chest. “Sonny, baby, you are so damn sweet!”

Sonny was not very coherent. “Mmm, mm… ooooh! Luki!”

Luki chuckled. He couldn’t help it. Then he took hold of Sonny’s forelock and tilted his head back until he was sure he had Sonny’s eyes, and he said, “Stick out your tongue.”

Sonny did so, a little, and said, “Aauuh?”

Luki smiled. “More.”

When Sonny obeyed, he said, “Yeah, like that.” Then he laid his own tongue alongside it, teased it, licking at its tip, and finally closed his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, meanwhile invading Sonny’s mouth with his own tongue, and touching every part of Sonny he could reach with any limb, and rocking Sonny over him, cock to cock, chest to chest. At some point he said, “Okay, kiss me back, Sonny.” Finally, after a long interval of bliss, or else torture, Luki asked the question he almost always asked when they made love. “What do you want, baby?”

Unlike his earlier efforts at speech, Sonny answered clear and concise. “Fuck me.”

Book Spotlight~AJ Kelton’s Faelon

faelon-coverFaelon (Forgotten Touch #1) by AJ Kelton

Gay Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: MLR Press

Release Date: April 7, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 70,000

Available at:

Amazon (Print) | Amazon (Kindle) | ARe | B&N (Print) | B&N (Nook) | MLR Press

Description:

Who knew that loving a Nephilim could be so dangerous.

Faelon, a 3000-year-old nephilim, fleeing a demonic master, found safety with the church. He has repaid their kindness by translating various artifacts. Father Donovan has watched as Faelon became a recluse, fearing those who would harm him.

Jax, wanting a change, moves to Salem, MA where he finds work as a churches security guard. Not believing that Faelon is a nephilim, he is forced to confront his own beliefs in the supernatural.

Can he learn to accept Faelon, and be the master he requires? Or lose the man he loves to the demons who would harm him.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Teaser Excerpt:

“I have been called many names in my life, but I don’t think ‘crazy-ass’ was one of them.” The man smiled at him.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Jax pulled out his cell phone. “You have exactly thirty seconds to tell me who you are and why you are here, or you’ll be explaining it to the police.”

The other man pushed off from the door and sauntered toward Jax. “There is no need to get the police involved. My name is Faelon, and I live in the basement where I happen to be cataloguing all those important items and translating those dusty old books into English. It isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but, hell, it keeps me a bit busy, and at this moment I find I’m enjoying it.”

“You live in the basement?” Father Donavan mentioned that Faelon worked late at night, but he didn’t mention that the man actually lived down there. “Father Donavan didn’t mention that you lived in the basement.”

Faelon shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he started toward the side door. “Yes, I have a small studio apartment down there. It’s why no one is allowed to enter the area without my express invitation. Ask Father Donavan tomorrow if you don’t believe me. I’m going out, grabbing a bite to eat, and maybe I’ll watch the water for a while. Tell me, is it warm out? Are the tourists here yet?”

Jax shrugged his shoulder. “It was a nice day for October and the tourists are always here, aren’t they? Especially this time of year?”

“I find that they are, yes. As to why they would come to this place when there are so many others across this nation that hold just as much mysticism at a warmer temperature is beyond me. Until tomorrow, Mr. Security Guard,” he said as he started walking again.

“Jax.”

“Jax?” Faelon turned his head in inquiry.

“My name, it’s Jax. At least that is what everyone calls me. It’s short for J-Jackson,” he stammered. He had no idea why he was rambling, other than the fact that Faelon was sexy as hell, and he wanted to speak to him just a little longer. There was something about the soft musical quality of his voice with just a trace of an accent that made Jax want to keep him talking.

Faelon gave a slight smile, and for a brief moment, Jax thought he had to be the hottest man alive. “Until tomorrow then, Jax.”

Jax watched him walk out the door. Giving himself a brief mental shake, he breathed in deeply to clear his head. He had never been so instantly attracted to someone before. When Father Donavan had told him about a researcher, but he’d never pictured a young man with skin-tight leather pants, a black biker jacket, and lips that looked like they would be right at home wrapped around a cock.

About the Author: 

AJ Kelton are the dynamic writing team of Angel and Jordan. The couple met online several years ago on an Alexander fan site and have been friends ever since. Angel soon found that Jordan had a flare for storytelling with several half-finished stories on her computer. Angel encouraged Jordan to finish the stories and with help in creative description she decided to send the stories off to MLR press. They were both shocked and excited when they got the news that Faelon was accepted for publication. While Jordan may have a flare for storytelling she doesn’t enjoy the smaller details in getting a story ready for publication. That is where Angel comes in; she spends countless hours getting the story ready after line edits, going over each line in proofing and formatting, making decisions such as covers and fonts, all things that Jordan just has problems focusing on.

Angel is always on the lookout for her perfect mate, a cross between Ethan from Under the Australian Sky and Evan from Marco. Until Mr. Perfect appears at her door, or in front of her booth wanting an autograph she loves to read, take pictures and attend concerts of all kinds. She loves all things 80’s. Angel lives in Texas with her two dogs, Daisy a beagle who she insists is nothing like snoopy and her Chihuahua Bonita.

When not writing Jordan loves to read anything from Amish romance to the dark taboo books of fiction both M/M and Het. She is a very avid reader, except when writing because she doesn’t want to be influenced by what she is reading. Jordan loves to travel and often her latest vacation spots show up in his books. While Jordan is always looking for that perfect place to live at the moment she can be found in Kansas.

Both writers have solo projects coming out in the future, Angel with Misunderstandings under the name Angel Rothamel. Jordan with Legion under the name Rider Jacobs.

Both authors would love to hear from you. You can contact them via their web page AJKelton@AJKelton.com. You can also find them on Facebook under both AJ Kelton, Angel Rothamel and Rider Jacobs.

Connect with AJ Kelton

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Yahoo Group

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Check out Blackout by Joey Jameson

blackout-coverBlackout by Joey Jameson

Gay Erotic Thriller

Publisher: Chances Press, LLC

Release Date: April 1, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 73,000

Available at:

Amazon | ARe | B&N

Description:

He’s the one you dream about.

He’s the one you obsess over.

He’s the one you’d kill for.

Dice Valentine was born to strip. With the body of a god that drips with sex appeal, his dance moves leave his male clients breathless and begging for more. But lost in a dark world of hedonism and indulgence, Dice is beginning to want out. That is until a night of mind-blowing sex with a mysterious lover takes a grim, shocking turn, and he finds himself in a desperate attempt to clear his name…as the hunter becomes the hunted.

Blackout is a haunting dark tale of sex and betrayal that raises doubts about what exactly is the truth.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:

As I pulled open the back entrance to the club, I was still buttoning up my shirt. I kept it untucked from my ripped jeans; cool, casual. Flip-flops on my feet, and hair ruffled, I felt the epitome of understated sexiness. My heart was pounding in my chest, reverberating in my ears. Fuck, I was so horny. Sheer excitement mixed with anxiousness coursed through my veins.

As I stepped outside, I stopped for a second to let my eyes adjust to the surrounding darkness of the alleyway. I was breathing heavily as I squinted to make out any shapes. It was a cool evening for August, the light breeze making my nipples hard, pressing up against my tight white shirt.

It was then that I saw him. He was leaning up against the far wall of the alley, one leg bent at the knee, heel resting on the wall behind him, hands tucked in his jean pockets. He wore a dark shirt, the top of his tanned and sculpted chest visible above the deep V-neck plunge. The image of the moonlight illuminating his skin in the darkness made my mouth begin to water. He didn’t move at first, and neither did I. We just stood there, taking in the appearance of the other, mentally undressing each other with our eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, then stopped myself, suddenly unsure of what words were about to come out of my mouth.

I wasn’t sure how long we stood there. The expression on his face was hidden in the shadows. The anticipation was killing me, but I was rooted to the spot, almost as if his gaze was keeping me still. I couldn’t move until I saw his eyes and they told me I could.

At last he did. Pulling his hands free from his jeans, he shifted his weight back on to both feet and took a few slow steps towards me. I stayed exactly where I was. As he moved, the shadows disappeared and the dim light of the sky finally hit his face. He was even more beautiful than I had remembered. Totally the opposite to me; dark hair, cropped short around the back and ears, almost black in this light. His face was stubbly, adorned with short neatly trimmed hairs the same colour as the ones on his head. As he moved, his muscles reacted simultaneously, flexing through the confines of his shirt to the point where the material screamed out as if it was about to split. I could see the contour of his perfect pecs. He was more muscular than I was, and the cool night air was obviously having the same effect on his round, hard nipples. My eyes trailed down to his snug-fitting jeans. They were slung so low I could just about see the top of his neatly-trimmed pubes poking out.

He’s hard, too.

I licked my lips without even knowing it as my eyes focused in on the bulge that appeared before them in his trousers. I was sure that if it could speak it would cry out to be released and tended to. I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees then and there and service that cock like I had before in this very same place. No shame, no words, just complete and utter pleasure. But I couldn’t move. I was totally powerless as his dark eyes held me there, staring back at him, a battle of the wills almost as we saw who would be the one to break first. The tension between us and the anticipation of the sweet release that was inevitably about to occur was almost too much for me to bear. I was afraid that I was going to cum in my pants right then and there, just from looking at him in front of me.

But he broke first.

Before I could react his hands were on me, so sudden and intense that my breath got caught in my throat. Both of his hands were instantly on my wrists, lifting them above my head and holding them together as the weight of his pelvis against me sent me reeling back against the brick wall behind us. For a moment he just held me there. I didn’t struggle against his grip; instead I gave into it, my body relaxing at his mercy. His face was inches from mine. I let my lips part without closing my eyes, begging for him to kiss me. Those lips…full, bee-stung and sensuously shaped. I immediately remembered what it was like to run my tongue over them, and what it felt like to have them all over my body. His breath was warm against my face, sweet and slightly cinnamon scented. As if of its own accord, my face moved towards his, only to be rejected teasingly by his own. A grin played with the corners of his mouth; he was enjoying torturing me. He began to move his hips slightly, pressing his crotch up against my own as if greeting it. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, staring each other down and dry-humping each other through our jeans. Each thrust of my cock against material made me harder. Our erections were the only language necessary. We never spoke more than a few words to each other when we met. This meeting was like my dance personified; I lived for the tease, I performed it on stage almost every night. And now, this; this silent seduction must be what it feels like to just watch someone else on stage. A feast for the eyes, but without physical release.

I couldn’t take any more. The effect of his body against mine was too much, and suddenly our clothes were a barrier between us that we couldn’t get rid of quickly enough. Without letting go of my eyes, he freed my hands and backed away from me just enough to reach above his head, grab the back of his shirt and tug it off. The dark smooth material fought against his muscular physique. My eyes drank in his appearance as he let the shirt fall to the ground at our feet. In the moonlight, his smooth hard chest appeared almost like granite. He had the most perfect pecs I had ever seen; full, pert, and with perfectly formed nipples that were fully erect now in the cool night air. His narrow waist encased a deep sculpted six-pack of abs whose grooves were even more defined in the shadows of the alley. His only chest-hair was a light treasure trail of dark thin hairs that disappeared down into his tight fitting jeans. He let his arms rest at his sides, almost mimicking my stance from when I was on stage a few minutes earlier. He rested his weight on one foot; the classic underwear model pose.

Cheeky git.

He was mocking me. I tore my eyes away from his chest to see his eyes grinning back at me. Before I could protest, he reached at my shirt, helping it over my head, and wrapped his strong arms around me in a tight embrace. It was then that our lips finally touched. The pillowy feel of his soft lips against mine made my cock even wetter. His hot wet tongue was in my mouth, lapping and battling against my own. I closed my eyes and let my mouth do the talking. The passion I had bottled up for him suddenly exploded, and I literally lost myself in the moment. I didn’t think, all I wanted was to touch and caress and lick every inch of his body.

I pulled away from his mouth and my tongue found his neck. I traced a line with it down from his ear lobe, before resting it in the crook of his collar bone. He tilted his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. My hands found his perfect pecs, and caressed his smooth flesh as my tongue followed their lead. I gripped each nipple gently with my thumb and index finger, giving them a pinch, before opening my mouth and devouring first the left and then the right. His skin was freshly washed and smelled like soap and musky after-shave. My tongue couldn’t get enough of his hard nipples, licking and sucking gently, each in turn as my opposite hand tweaked the other. I looked up to see his expression; a look of pure lust plastered across his face. His lips parted in an o-shape, his hands rested lightly on my broad naked shoulders. Returning my gaze to his chest I slowly slid down, tracing the contours of his tight stomach with my tongue. I took my time on his abs; licking them up and down. They were so tight and profound that I swear I was afraid I might cut myself on them. My hands stroked the skin on his sides as I continued to slide further down his body until I was safely on my knees. I looked up at him and again met his eyes that were now slightly closed, anticipation showing on his face. This was such a vulnerable moment. Right before the revealing of the cock. Each at the utter mercy of the other. With expert ease, I unbuckled his belt and then unfastened his button, all the while keeping his eyes on mine. He let his hands fall loosely to his sides, as I carefully slid his jeans and pants down inch by inch, until finally the prize was fully revealed. 

About the Author:

Joey Jameson is Canadian born and bred, but currently living in Brighton, UK. He can usually be found either on the beach walking his two gorgeous dogs, or sipping swanky cocktails in his local haunt. He is also the author ofCandy From Strangers. Ever the fan of all things decadent, for an insight into his daily life, you can follow him onTwitter. You can also visit his Facebook page for a sneak-peak of new work to come.

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Book Spotlight~One Bad Day

onebadday 267x400Title: One Bad Day

Author: Edie Hart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Heat Rating: 2

Publisher: Breathless Press

Formats Available In: All eBook formats

Word Count: 15,962

Release Date: 24th May 2013

ISBN: 978-1-77101-993-4

RRP: 1.99

Blurb: Tessa is having one seriously bad day. After agreeing to dress as a cheesy mascot at a convention for her boss, her clothes get stolen, she gets chased through a sinister parking garage, and her apartment gets broken into and turned upside down.

Gray, an off-duty police officer, can’t resist the sexy legs he sees in costume at a hotel convention. When he catches sight of her running for her life through a dark car lot, he’s determined to find out what her story is and ends up promising to keep Tessa safe…even if that means taking her home with him.

Book Links: 

Breathless Press

Amazon

 

Excerpt:

Gray stepped outside of the hotel ballroom hoping the air would be cooler out there. He hated stuffy gatherings. Hell, he hated weddings. How two people could think they’d love each other forever was beyond him. Gray didn’t do love. Which was why he was stag at a co-worker’s wedding. He’d originally planned to invite Monique, but several months back she’d become demanding and talked about moving into his place with hearts and flowers in her eyes. So he’d ended it. Deep down, he’d known that she didn’t really want him. She wanted any warm body that would take care of her. She had slowly been trying to mold him into some GQ tycoon, telling him what to wear, how to act, and even going as far as telling him what he needed to do career-wise.

A loud crash on the other side of the hall caught Gray’s attention. In the open ballroom across the way he saw legs. Glorious legs in strappy high heels. The beautiful legs were tangled on the floor and attached to an ass that was just as gorgeous. After taking a closer look, Gray realized that above the amazing ass was an enormous, white light bulb-shaped head with blue googly eyes. It had blonde hair and wore a glittery purple hat. The tangled-up legs and heels were flailing around in a pile of what looked like empty light bulb boxes. Several gentlemen nearby were quick to help Legs get her feet beneath her. From their smiles and laughter he could tell that they were all quite happy to be of assistance. Gray didn’t blame them.

He watched Legs find her balance in those high heels, and with a little wiggle and tug of her skirt she went on her way.

 

About The Author:

Edie Hart was born in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago, where she now resides with her husband, two children, dog, and three cats. After spending her childhood making up stories in her head, she finally decided to put them on paper. What came of it was her first novella, One Bad Day. Edie is a die-hard romantic and believes that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—both in print and real life.

Edie also admits that “Edie Hart” is a pen name and an alter ego to an otherwise boring wife and mother. Edie is 20 pounds lighter, loves to skydive, travels to foreign places, and is a total sex kitten as compared to the uninteresting other half who is none of those things.

In reality the counterpart of Edie is a lackluster 40-something-year-old, whose main goal is to keep The Big One (The Boy) from torturing The Little One (The Girl). This week he hit her in the head with a 12-pack of Juicy Juice. Last week he left ravioli handprints on the back of her white T-shirt. The week before that he told her she was adopted and she believed him.

To learn more about her, and find out what The Big One and The Little One are up to, visit her via her website, Facebook, or Twitter:

Website

Facebook

Twitter
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Book Spotlight~ A French Affair

afrenchaffairA French Affair by Lucy Felthouse

Sydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?

Available from:
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/

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Excerpt:

Sydney Tyler jumped so hard that her fingers slammed down onto the laptop’s keyboard and she typed a bunch of gobbledegook.

Kashfkjsdhlfknsdlfvn sdlkch awoeduioh ahdwklc

Gasping, she clutched at her chest as her heart thumped rapidly and painfully. “What the fucking hell was that?” she said to the empty room.

Pushing her chair back from the desk, she stepped over to the window. Peering out into the brilliant sunshine, she saw something on the lawn that she had absolutely not been expecting. Workmen.

She groaned. So much for her peaceful writer’s retreat. She’d planned to get a good chunk of her novel down in the fortnight she was away, and now it looked as though her peace was going to be monumentally shattered by banging, drilling and God knows what else.

Sighing, she gave the windowsill a pathetic thump in her frustration. She might have been pissed off, but she was no vandal. And besides, she didn’t want those noisy buggers in her part of the building fixing things—having them next door was bad enough.

Sydney really could not believe her shitty luck. When she’d booked the cottage in the French village of Monthiers over the phone a couple of months ago, she’d dealt with a fellow Brit called Harry Bay, who she’d suspected was the owner. On arrival, though, a timid French woman had met her and let her into the luxurious barn conversion before handing over the keys and explaining a little bit about the local area. Apparently, in the mornings, someone came along the village streets, selling fresh bread and pastries.

There wasn’t much else to tell, it seemed, as the village had nothing except a church—almost opposite her accommodation—and a tavern. It was also lacking—she’d quickly discovered—a mobile signal. Not even a single bar illuminated her screen. Her phone was now no more than a watch, alarm clock and calendar. If there was an emergency, she was screwed. But on a much lighter note, it was one less distraction. She could just get on with what she was here to do, blissfully undisturbed.

The arrival of workmen was incredibly irritating. Her temporary landlord hadn’t mentioned there’d be anyone working next door. If he had, she wouldn’t have booked the place—the quiet and idyllic location were the whole reason for choosing this property, this area. Even though there was no way he could have known she was there to work, common courtesy would dictate that he told her. Perhaps he was just interested in taking her money and didn’t give a damn about whether she had a satisfactory stay or not. There was nothing to be done about it now, unfortunately. She’d paid for the fortnight, and she was buggered if she was going to cut and run, pissing that money down the drain. She’d just have to find a way around the disturbance, and console herself that she could leave a snarky write up on a review site when she got home.

Finding out the builders’ working hours would be a good start—she could attempt to write around them then. Or perhaps she could make use of the headphones she’d stuffed into her case, without ever thinking they’d get used. Some loud rock music would drown out the din from next door and hopefully allow her to work. It was worth a try. She hoped they were only doing a small job that would only take a couple of days, but deep down she knew they weren’t. They were renovating the whole place so it was as beautiful as the half she was in.

She was just about to go in search of the aforementioned headphones when one of the men pottering around on the lush back garden stepped away from the others. Standing in a shaft of sunlight, he pulled his arms high above his head and stretched, dragging up his t-shirt to reveal a lean stomach with a fine line of dark hair leading enticingly into the waistband of his jeans.

Oh yum, she thought, perhaps having builders next door wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if they all looked like him. She continued to watch as the man dropped his arms to his sides and watched the others. His dark hair was overlong and stuck out at crazy angles, as though he’d been running his fingers through it. She couldn’t see the colour of his eyes from this distance, but she could make out enough detail of his features to see that he was handsome. Gorgeous, actually. Close up he could be much less attractive, but from her upstairs window, the view was pretty fine.

Just then, he glanced across at her side of the long barn, which was divided into two holiday cottages. He caught sight of her standing there, and his face dropped. He looked back at the builders, then returned his gaze to her again. Pointing at the group of noisy men, he slapped his forehead with his other hand. Finally, he pointed at his chest, then up at her. He was indicating he wanted to come in. She paused, then nodded. Common sense told her she shouldn’t be letting a strange man into her temporary home, but then, there were several large, bulky men milling around, so if they were a dodgy sort, she and the locked door would have no chance against them, especially with no means of calling for assistance. She could scream, of course, but she doubted anyone would come. The walls of the building were extremely thick—though sadly, no match for banging and drilling—the nearest house was a little way down the road, and by day, the village was all but deserted. There was only one business that she knew of—the tavern—so the other inhabitants would have to go elsewhere to work. To nearby Chateau-Thierry, perhaps, or even further afield.

She’d just have to hope that the handsome man—probably the head honcho of their group—was also a decent one. Presumably they were a reputable company, as they’d been hired by the British owners, who were usually more wary of cowboy builders, and given the horror stories and dedicated TV programmes back home, it was understandable.

Before she got even halfway down the stairs, a knock came at the door. Okay, so he was polite enough to knock, that was good. She moved a little faster, careful not to trip in her flip flops and go hurtling downwards. Once she was safely on the ground floor, she twisted the key in the door and opened it.

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