|Posted by christygis on January 19, 2014 at 1:00 AM||comments (3)|
I'm excited to have Haley Whitehall at the blog today, talking about her latest release and what's going on in her life recently. Help me welcome to this fantastic historical author!
1. Welcome, Haley, to my blog. Please tell us about your latest release, Civil War Valentine, and where our readers can find it.
Civil War Valentine is one of six novellas in the anthology Love, Valentine Style. It is available exclusively on Amazon, and it is free today: Amazon.com and Amazon.uk
Here is the blurb for Civil War Valentine. It isn’t my usual historical romance.
Charlie Bristol comes to Seattle to set up a traveling Valentine's Day exhibit. The director of the museum surprises her with a package of Civil War valentines from an anonymous donor. She is touched by the heartfelt messages. Does such powerful love still exist?
During a nap she dreams she's alive during the Civil War and meets Elliot Lowery, the author of the valentines who mistakes her for his fiancée Charlotte. She and Elliot negotiate the murky waters of wartime romance. When she wakes she's still under the dream's spell and Valentine's Day love is in the air. Can love work some miracle time and death cannot overcome?
2. You center many of your tales around the Civil War. Is there a particular reason you’re so fond of this setting?
I get that question all the time. The Civil War has always been my favorite time period. I have a history degree, and the 19th century U.S became my area of concentration. Sometimes I wonder if I had a past life during the Civil War…
3. What do you like to do for fun?
I like to hike… in the mud, across ice I don’t care. Getting fresh air and being close to nature helps me clear my head and plot my stories. I also enjoy reading (big surprise, right) and playing with my black cat.
4. Your website says you’re a member of Write on the River. What is this?
Write on the River is my local writing organization. We have a yearly writing conference in Wenatchee, Washington every May. The organization strives to help writers of all genres from non-fiction to children’s books, to romance. The Write on the River workshops are what helped me to get published.
5. If you could travel anywhere in the world, past or present, where would you go?
In the present I’d love to go to Australia. It is on my bucket list. If I could travel back in time I’d like to stay on a cattle ranch in the 1870s. I love a cowboy!
6. Boxers or briefs? ; )
7. You live in Washington State, yet many of your stories feature slaves. Were slaves common in Washington? Can you give us a brief historical snippet about your hometown?
Washington State was the 42nd state admitted to the Union in 1889. The Civil War ended in 1865 so we weren’t involved in the Civil War or slavery. I don’t have any local history to rely upon, so it is a good thing I have a large library of diaries and other books to help with my research.
I live about three hours from Seattle which is the largest city in Washington. My hometown has the comforts of city life while being small enough to also have the small town feel. I like living so close to the mountains. Deer often come across the street and nibble on the trees.
8. What’s next for Haley Whitehall?
Actually Civil War Valentine has inspired me to start writing a new series involving a family of women with second sight who happen to fall in love with ghosts. They are contemporary/paranormal with a historical twist.
9. If you could choose one of your books to make into a major motion picture, which would it be and why?
Oh boy, that’s a tough question since I love all my stories. My debut release Living Half Free tells the story of a mulatto slave boy who passes as white and falls in love with a Cherokee woman. It is more historical drama than romance. I would choose it to be a major motion picture because it is similar to 12 Years a Slave. (I am so excited Chiwetel Ejiofor was nominated for a best actor Oscar!) Right now people seem to be interested in learning about the dark parts of U.S history which is good, and I think Living Half Free would be well received.
10. And lastly, where can readers find out more about you?
Readers can always visit my website http://haleywhitehall.com/ or connect with me on Twitter @HaleyWhitehall.
Thanks so much for coming by, Haley, and chatting with us today!
|Posted by christygis on December 22, 2013 at 9:05 AM||comments (0)|
Today I'm super excited to welcome Parker Kincade. If you haven't read Parker's One Night Stand, you're missing out. Now we're celebrating the release of Shadow Sin, the second Martin Family novel. Trust me...you're going to want to read this series!
Shadow of Sin
By Parker Kincade
Publication Date: November 6, 2013
Publisher: Parker Kincade
Genre: Romantic Suspense
When the past won’t die…
A man determined to protect her…
Caleb Martin is no stranger to hazardous situations. He's seen enough bloodshed to last two lifetimes. When an innocent evening takes a dangerous turn, Caleb takes matters into his own hands. If she wants his help, it’s his rules, his way. Period.
A woman who won’t be controlled…
When it comes to relationships, Samantha keeps things casual, unassuming. Safe. Caleb Martin is far from safe. His ‘my way or the highway’ attitude pushes all the wrong buttons, and she’d sworn no man would have that kind of power over her again.
A hunger that won’t be denied…
Protecting Samantha from the man that stalks her shouldn't test his patience—or his control—but her smart mouth and hot Irish temper stoke the fuel of his desire. She is pure sin—a distraction he doesn’t need, a temptation he can’t resist.
Despite their animosity, Caleb has starred in her fantasies for years. His ruthless sensuality proves to be more potent than she ever imagined. As Caleb masters her body, Samantha must keep a tight grip her heart.
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadow-of-sin-parker-kincade/1117325042
He turned to her. Heat pooled in her stomach as his gaze traveled slowly, deliberately, from her face. He seemed to take in every inch of her before stopping to linger over her bare legs. “I don’t sleep much. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You didn’t.” The devil in her insisted she cross her legs, exposing more of her thigh to his view. She enjoyed his eyes on her, as if he saw the woman she was instead of the pain in his ass he’d claimed her to be. She was tempting fate, knowing that any second he’d remember who she was and that look in his eye would change.
For now, she’d use any means to distract him from his pain. Her pain would come later, when she was alone again.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“Why you’re still up.”
He chucked a thumb at the windows. “Daytime.”
She clamped her mouth shut before she said something she’d regret. And he thought she was stubborn. She pulled in a slow, steady breath. “True, but barely. On a normal day, I wouldn’t be up yet.”
“Exactly. Go. Rest.” He closed his eyes as if to shut her out.
She could feel his irritation, but, this time, it wasn’t directed at her. It gave her hope as she pressed on.
“Are you hungry? I could make us some breakfast. If you don’t mind me searching through your fridge, I’m sure I could find something edible.” In fact, she’d been surprised at the amount of food she’d seen. She’d half expected him to only have beer and water and maybe a stray bottle of ketchup. Like Alec’s fridge.
“For the love of christ, what do you want? I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to talk.” He sighed, apparently resigned to her company a few minutes more. “What do you want, Samantha?”
Right now? To slap the shit out of you.
Hurt invaded her chest as she stared back at him. Gone was the pain she’d seen earlier, as well as the male interest. What remained was the Caleb she knew. Cold, hard, angry.
She shoved the hurt away and bit back the sharp retort he deserved. She softened her features, allowing herself to appear vulnerable. It wasn’t much of a stretch. “Can I stay with you?”
* * *
Even as he said the words, his cock came to life. It seemed the lower half of his body thought it was a very good idea. And seeing her in nothing but his T-shirt wasn’t helping. Jesus, he hoped she had panties on under there. A bigger, harder, part of him hoped that she didn’t.
Samantha shifted, exposing more of her delectable thighs. “It’s not like I’m asking you to get a root canal. You can wipe that horrified look off your face.”
Caleb checked his expression, doing his best to appear calm, bored even. She’d surprised the hell out of him, coming in his room like she had.
He was angry. Angry with himself and the past that wouldn’t free him. Angry at her for being here, for looking as if she belonged here. This was his space, damn it. How was he supposed to relax with her prancing around half naked, knowing she’d pleasured herself and called his name?
He wasn’t stupid. He suspected it was his fault she was awake, and now she was here—checking on him as if he was a child who needed coddling. He didn’t need coddling. His body demanded the satisfaction that would only come from pounding his aching flesh deep into her soft, wet pussy.
As tempting as that idea may be, he was still trying to wrap his head around how he felt about her.
“You’re tired. You don’t know what you’re asking.” And he couldn’t think straight. He was low on sleep and even lower on patience. He shoved his hands into his hair and blew out a breath. “You can’t be in here. Go back to bed.” Before he forgot all the reasons he shouldn’t fuck her silly.
“Why did I think… God, I’m such an —” She closed her mouth, her lips drawn into a thin, tight line. Her cheeks flushed as she advanced on him. “I’m sick of you judging me. Telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. If you hadn’t noticed, my night sucked. Hell, the last year has sucked. So, you can shove your overinflated male ego up your own ass. I’m not asking you to have sex with me for chrissake.” She stumbled back and planted her butt on the edge of the bed. “Just for once, Caleb, can’t you set aside your feelings? Forget your stupid sense of responsibility where I’m concerned and just be here for me like a normal person?”
What the fuck?
“My stupid sense of what?”
The laugh that escaped her lips made him uneasy.
“You heard me, horseman.” She eased back to her feet and sauntered toward him. “You think I don’t know how you feel about me? Let me see … troublemaker, instigator, bad influence.” She ticked off the words on her fingers. “Oh, and my personal favorite … menace. Really, Caleb. Menace? That’s a little strong don’t you think?” She fisted her hands on her hips, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I know you don’t like me. If it weren’t for Amanda and Alec, I wouldn’t be here and we both know it.” Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as she glared at him. “And I’m sick of being your charity case.”
Caleb fought the urge to look away. She hadn’t lied about the words he’d uttered to describe her over the years, but to have them slung back at him just pissed him off.
“You want to know what I’m sick of, Samantha? I’m sick of you pushing my buttons. I’m sick of your stubborn-assed attitude when it comes to your own safety and I’m fucking sick and tired of you calling me horseman!” His shout rattled the windows, but he didn’t care. He was on a roll now, like a fucking train wreck, unable to stop.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared down at her. “If you and Amanda hadn’t decided the woods were the best place to partake in a little underage drinking, the boys and I wouldn’t have had to saddle up to go find your drunk asses before some wild animal made you a snack. Did you ever think of that, Samantha? During your little adventure with my baby sister, did you stop to consider the consequences? Do you ever?”
Samantha made a noise of disgust and stormed from the room. “This is what I get for trying to be nice,” she yelled.
Caleb went after her, following her into the spare room. “Nice? Nice?” The floodgates were open, his anger and frustration leaving any sense of self-preservation in the dust. “You think calling us the horsemen of the apocalypse is nice? Is that fun for you? Because all it does is remind me of being scared out of my ever-loving mind that something was going to … that Amanda …” No, he wasn’t going back there.
Not. Going. There.
“And as for my stupid sense of responsibility, I protect what’s mine, damn it!”
Samantha’s sharp intake of breath drifted through his angry haze and punched him in the gut. She sank back to the bed and wiped the tear that escaped the corner of her eye.
It was like ice water to his soul.
This woman tested his restraint. No other woman, save his sister, had ever pushed him so hard. It was infuriating and intoxicating at the same time. She left him off balance, out of control—two things that spelled disaster where he was concerned.
Caleb ran his hands through his hair, settling his palms on the back of his neck.
His heart skipped a beat as emotion played out on her face. Sadness, regret, and finally … resolve.
“Get out.” Her voice was soft. “God, what was I thinking? Just get out.”
He stood there, unable to move as he struggled to comprehend the vulnerability pouring out of her. His gaze traveled over the delicate features of her face, the line of her shoulders. The rise of her breasts, her slim waist, and long legs. Her feet were bare. Her toenails were painted a rich red that spoke of fire. Passion.
She shifted on the bed and winced, making him feel like a total ass. Again. Her night had sucked. With her tough-as-nails attitude, Caleb hadn’t considered she might actually need comforting.
He took a deep breath. “I’ll stay.”
Her eyes, blue and blazing, snapped up. “Of course you will. Because why in the hell would you listen to me?”
“You asked me to stay.”
“I asked you to leave.”
“As you so diligently pointed out earlier, I don’t listen.” And he still had things to say.
She rubbed her temples, as if their argument had given her a headache. “Fine. Whatever.”
“Samantha. Look at me.” When she didn’t move, he crouched in front of her. He tilted her chin until she looked at him. “I don’t dislike you. I need you to know that.”
She offered him a sad smile. “The gesture is appreciated, Caleb. Thank you.” She pulled her face away.
Refusing to let her retreat, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her face. Soft, warm skin greeted his palm. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, amazed by its smoothness. “It’s the truth. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean —”
She put a finger to his lips and he barely resisted the urge to open his mouth and taste her.
“Yes, you did. And it’s okay. We may not get along, but at least you’ve never lied to me. Please don’t start now. I’m a big girl, Caleb. I can take it. And I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for not considering your feelings where Amanda is concerned.”
Her touch rocked him. Revamped his desire to have her wet and screaming his name. “I’m sorry for all that.” He offered her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m so used to you calling me horseman now, I’m afraid I’d never answer to anything else from your lips.” Those sweet, succulent lips. “What is it about you that makes me so crazy?” he murmured.
She chuckled. “I’m too tired to fight anymore, Caleb. The best course of action would be to find the evidence I need to bury Matteo. Then we can move on.”
The mention of her stalker snapped his brain back to attention. He had a job to do. Eliminate the threat and protect Samantha.
Best he remember that.
Distractions led to mistakes. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes.
He forced his voice level, undemanding. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d let us help. Let me help. Trust me to take care of this for you.”
Asking for her trust was a long shot. In truth, he probably didn’t deserve it. But, he had to try. Needed to try. He would protect her.
“Trust you?” She seemed to consider his words. After a moment, she surprised him by nodding. “I can’t promise miracles, but I’ll do my best to follow your lead … until this is over.”
Caleb resisted the insane urge to pump his fist in the air. “So, we have a deal then?”
She caressed her fingers over his jaw. He leaned into her gentle touch, feeling it all the way to his bones.
“Oh, now you’re willing to make deals?” She looked him dead in the eye. “All right then, but once Matteo is caught and the threat against me is gone? You’ll go on with your life and I’ll go on with mine, and hopefully, we can stay out of each other’s way. That’s the deal.”
She dropped her hand to her lap.
“After this, Caleb, we’re done.”
Author Bio and Links
Parker Kincade is the award-winning erotic romance author of The Martin Family Series. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.
Parker lives in the southern United States with her husband, children and beloved boxer sidekick. She loves reading, playing golf, spending time with her family and friends, ice cream from the ice cream truck, taking her dog to the park and watching old musicals.
|Posted by christygis on December 11, 2013 at 12:05 AM||comments (0)|
When Zane spots Abby, his tiger demands he stop everything and pursue. Zane couldn't agree more. Kickass she may be, but he knows just how to handle prickly women in denial of their own sexuality.
Abby has enough to do dealing with her overprotective family and friends. It’s practically a full-time job just keeping them out of jail. She really doesn't need a sexy tiger shifter throwing her libido into overdrive.
She has a business to run, and no matter how pretty the kitty is, she has more important things to deal with.
However, when her past catches up with her, the kitty may just prove to be her salvation. Damn it!
If this was any other place, Zane would have found a dark corner to sit in with his back against the wall watching everyone and everything in the room. A carryover from his days in the service, but one he couldn’t break, not that he’d tried very hard.
He cast a cautious glance at the corners again. His perch at the end of the bar, more open than he was used to with only one wall to his left, made his fur tingle. But the shadows and corners were off limits to him this evening. In a club like this, he was safer out in the open. Zane snorted. Safer? When had he become such a prude? His buddies would die laughing at him right now. One friend was standing behind the bar grinning like a cat. Ironic seeing as he was a wolf shifter. Jones had more tattoos than the last time Zane’d seen him. The wolf was larger than most, almost as tall as Zane, which seemed to give him more room for ink.
“It’s killing you, ain’t it?” Even Jones’ voice held a grin.
“Remind me to punch you in the face later.”
Jones laughed and went to serve a customer. There was a strong two drink minimum policy here, or so Zane had been told when he’d arrived. That rule was only for those not “playing” tonight. Anyone partaking of the delicacies offered was allowed soft drinks or water only.
Zane looked down at the soda in his hands and shook his head. Trust Carter Jones to invite him to a place like this.
Newly mated Carter, Jones to his friends, got in touch and invited Zane to swing past when he was next in town. It wasn’t to Jones’ pack house in Hillside he’d been invited to but a town about thirty miles away. Although the mutt conveniently forgot to mention his new mate was also his Domme and the owner of a BDSM club.
“So, Mr. Anderson, how are you enjoying your night?”
Zane looked down at Rhea, dressed in a pair of tight leather pants and corset. She was cute, he would admit it, but he wasn’t really one to kneel down to others.
“Please, call me Zane. Your place is nice. Can’t say I have much experience in others but can’t complain.”
“Aww, did I just burst your cherry, Zane?”
He smiled at her. She suited Jones down to a tee. “You could say that.”
“Oh good. I do love de-flowering virgins.” She winked before heading back out onto the floor.
Zane sat with his back against the wall, watching the room with half an eye. People in different levels of undress were all around. A couple of females with white ribbons on their arms caught his attention.
“Jones, what’s with the white ribbons?” he asked when his friend came within earshot again.
“It means they are free, not tied to any one Dom. They’re open to play dates that’ll last this evening and no longer.”
“Wow, no-strings-attached sex.”
“Yep, pretty much. Of course, there are rules, and if I thought you were really interested I’d go through them, but I know you too well, my friend.” Carter placed another soda in front of him and nodded toward the stage. “That’s my girl up there.”
Zane turned and saw Rhea on stage with a whip in her hand. She swung it with a skill he admired and made a mental note not to let her near him with it.
“Hey, Abby doll.”
“Hey Jones, I come bearing stuff from Wall. He says to tell you this bag has all the clothes you asked for and that he totally smashed your score on the video game that shall, and I quote, ‘forever be called Wall’s domain’.”
The voice drew Zane’s attention like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t not look.
Standing about three feet to his right was a woman with long brown hair, dark loose trousers and a black long sleeve T-shirt on. In a place like this, she stood out like a sore thumb.
“Let him bask in his glory. I’ll be home soon, and then his little party will be over.”
Zane sniffed the air, full human. How was she part of Jones’ pack?
“Whatever. I came, I saw, I delivered as requested. Now I’m heading home.” She turned, the move brushing some of the hair away from her face, giving Zane a glimpse of beauty that made his tiger sit up and pay attention.
“Well now, little girl, who said you could wear shoes in my place?” Abby’s exit was stalled as she came face to face with Rhea.
“Err, I didn’t know. I’m not staying.”
Rhea took a step toward her, forcing Abby to back up until she was pressed against the bar right next to him.
“I asked you a question, little girl. I expect an answer.”
Zane flicked a look at Jones, who was silently laughing.
“I’m not a member here… I just came to give Jones some of his stuff… I’m not staying so didn’t think … I had to take my shoes off,” Abby stammered.
Zane watched as Rhea leaned in closer. It looked as if Abby was trying to press her way through the solid bar.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re part of my pack then, isn’t it, Abby doll?” Rhea hugged Abby close, then stepped back. “Damn, Abby, sometimes you are too easy. How many times have I told you? Stand up for yourself, and for the love of God, stop hiding behind these awful clothes.” Rhea tugged at Abby’s shirt.
“Rhea! You’re mean, and you know it.” Abby blew out a shaky breath but visibly relaxed.
“Abby doll, you fall for it every time.” Jones reached over and rubbed the top of Abby’s head, messing up her hair. “Here, let me introduce you to a friend of mine. Abby, this is Zane Anderson, an old friend. Zane, this is Abby Short.”
The shy smile she gave him had him wanting to wrap her in Bubble Wrap and keep her safe.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson.” Abby held out a hand, and Zane felt like a giant as his hand engulfed hers. His nearly six feet eight inches made him tall, and although she was of average height, Abby looked so small standing there.
“Please call me Zane.”
“Abby is Laney’s cousin,” Jones explained. Zane met the tiny little nutcase on a visit the year before. It explained why Abby was considered pack, and why they felt comfortable teasing her.
“Yep, cousin of Laney, that’s me. Although don’t worry, I won’t threaten you like she does,” Abby assured him.
“If I remember rightly, she promised to make me into a throw rug for something. Can’t be sure exactly what it was, but I do remember the threat.” He was aware of Abby discreetly trying to pull her hand free of his grip, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
“Should I apologize?”
“No, I probably deserved it.”
“Okay, well I have to go. It was nice to meet you.” This time her tug was more forceful.
Zane let her go and watched as the little mouse ran for the door. When he turned back to Jones, both he and Rhea were standing there watching him.
“Two things. Laney will have your balls if you mess with her cousin,” Jones said.
“And don’t let the little shy girl thing fool you. Laney might have the crazy gene, and I say that with serious love and affection for my alpha. But Abby doesn’t need to worry about that. She has connections that make Laney look super sweet,” Rhea added.
“Is that right?”
“Yes, it is. So Laney might have your balls if you mess with her, but Abby’s other friends, well they’ll do so much worse.”
Zane gave them a half smile. “I do like a challenge.”
|Posted by christygis on December 10, 2013 at 12:05 AM||comments (0)|
Happy Tuesday, ya'll!
Today I'm pleased to have Becca Jameson and an exciting excerpt from her latest release, Frostbitten.
Hello! This is Becca Jameson. Greetings from my wet cold rainy icky part of the world. Ugh.
I’d like to thank Christy for having me on her site today and I’ll share with you my latest release from last week, Frostbitten. Frostbitten is one of four books that released with Taliesin Publishing as The Winter Realm stories. The stories are only very loosely related and don’t have to be read in any particular order. Only the premise of each is the same—the daughters of Jack Frost. I hope everyone enjoys this short story. I sure had fun creating it!
Here’s a blurb telling you about Frostbitten:
Adonia has been isolated from society her entire life. Banished from her pack for crimes committed before her birth, she lives a solitary existence with her mother in the wilds of Siberia.
Zephyr has been sent by the ruler of winter, Jack Frost, to find a daughter he just found out existed. When Zephyr finds her, the storm that erupts is both literal and figurative.
Fated to mate, Adonia and Zephyr must find a way to put an end to the blizzard burying them in snow. Battling forces of nature neither of them understands, they are trapped inside Adonia’s small cabin, waiting for…the inevitable.
And here’s an excerpt:
Adonia smirked to herself as she stepped into her little cabin. She’d leave the preening white wolf outside to pick his jaw up off the ground. Did that man seriously believe she hadn’t noticed him? What rock had he crawled out from under when he got up this morning?
Granted, she would admit one thing, he probably had an agenda that went far beyond anything she could conjure in her mind. He definitely had the advantage there. She doubted he popped out of nowhere without ulterior motives. But, he didn’t hold all the cards. Most importantly, he hadn’t known she was part wolf. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stood there in plain daylight all cocky, watching her work.
She’d sensed him before he’d breached the ridge. And she’d known he was her mate before she saw him out of her peripheral vision.
His senses were top notch, as any snow wolf’s would be, but she had the added advantage of being half fey. She’d never met her father, but his blood ran thick in her veins.
The door opened at her back, as she knew it would. She didn’t turn from where she stood at the sink washing dishes, humming to herself. “Well, shut the door. You’re letting the warm air out.”
Shuffling behind her indicated the man had at least stepped inside. A snick sounded as the winter was closed off from them. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
Good, she had humbled him. She had decided half an hour ago to take the upper hand in this . . . thing between them. Huge white male wolves in the wilds of Siberia could be very domineering.
Adonia wasn’t one to be pushed around. It was time to see what she was up against.
She turned from the sink and leaned against the short counter, crossing her arms under her breasts. With an intentional scowl, she narrowed her gaze at the newcomer and gave him the onceover from the bottom up, pausing an inordinately long time to take in his package on the way and making him squirm under the scrutiny.
She wasn’t disappointed. The clothes he’d conjured up to shift in were a good choice—well-worn jeans that hugged his cock to perfection and a white V-neck muscle shirt that left no room for doubt about his pecs and abs.
Oh, hell yeah. You’ll do just fine.
When she reached his face, she paused to study his expression. Regardless of her intense perusal, he was grinning at her, still trying to hang on to the upper hand. “Are you pleased?” His voice was deep, probably deeper than it would be if he weren’t so aroused.
She could scent his need. It matched her own. And she knew he would be well aware of that fact. Neither of them would be able to conceal their desire for the other. It was the way of wolf mates.
“I could do worse.”
His mouth dropped open at her shrug, but she couldn’t hold her form. Before he could retort, she started to giggle. Her mirth relaxed his expression and broke the standoff. “Imp.”
Now he grinned. Thank God. She was beginning to think his face was chiseled into a scowl.
“Sit.” She pointed at one of two chairs next to the fire place. She took the other. It was plenty warm in her tiny cabin, but she enjoyed sitting in front of the fire most nights, watching the flames jump around. It soothed her. She didn’t need the heat—both sides of her heredity were able to withstand very low temperatures—but she still loved the feelings it evoked. Home. Hearth. Heart.
“How did you find me?” She still had no doubt she’d been “found” rather than accidentally stumbled upon.
“It wasn’t easy. Why are you living so very far away from civilization?” She could feel his gaze on her, boring into her, but she kept her eyes trained on the flames.
“I didn’t choose this spot. My mother did. Many years ago.”
He glanced around, and then his gaze landed back on hers. “Interesting location to set up camp.” He spoke as though she were only here for a brief stop. In reality she’d been here her entire life.
“Did my mother send you?” Adonia narrowed her gaze at him. How had he managed to find her?
He shook his head. “No. Your father.”
“My father? You’ve spoken to him?” She widened her eyes. He’d managed to shock her.
The man laughed. His thick blond hair fell across his brow. His deep blue eyes burrowed under her skin. “I work for your father. I have for many years.”
The admission made Adonia pause. Perhaps this man wasn’t trustworthy after all. Nothing in his demeanor spoke of ill intent, but what little information she had about her father wasn’t admirable.
“Your father gave me very few details. In fact, he failed to mention you were half snow wolf.” He smiled, an endearing dimple popping out on both cheeks. “The vague directions he knew about your location made it difficult to find you.”
“I’m wondering how he even knew anything about me at all. To the best of my knowledge, he never knew I existed.”
“Frost knows everything. However, in this case he overheard some of your snow wolf family discussing the bastard child of his who’d been banished to live alone in the wild. Where is your mother? He expected me to find both of you. Please tell me you don’t live out here alone.”
How much could she tell this stranger? A man who worked for Jack Frost? It wasn’t really any of his business that her mother had raised her out here alone with very little assistance. “She went to town for supplies. She’ll be back tomorrow.” She narrowed her gaze, daring him to mess with her in her mother’s absence.
Suddenly, he chuckled. “Damn. I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Zephyr.” He stood and held out a hand. “And I suppose I should at least verify you are indeed Adonia.” His grin was infectious. “Hate to think I’d drag the wrong woman back to meet her father.” His hand hung in the air, waiting for her to take it.
Adonia stared at his large palm, rough from hard work. She finally remembered her manners and tentatively reached her smaller hand toward his larger one. “You’ve found the right woman, but you’ve lost your mind if you think I’d let anyone drag me anywhere.” As her skin touched his, she sucked in a sharp breath. His warmth radiated through her fingers and traveled up her arm, filling her entire body with . . . peace. She jerked out of his grasp when something awoke deep inside her. Lust?
Although Adonia had met few men in her life and had limited experience with other people, shifters or human, she wasn’t ignorant. Her mother had raised her well, educated her both academically as well as worldly.
Zephyr chuckled again. “Perhaps drag was a poor word choice. I’m not in the habit of coercing women against their will.”
“Good to know.” She rubbed her hands on her jeans. She couldn’t shake the feelings he’d evoked just moments ago. She squeezed her legs together. Her sexual awareness had made itself known as soon as she’d first caught his scent in the wind, but now that he’d touched her, she was shaking with the desire for more.
Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading, editing, scrapbooking, running, swimming, biking, or taxiing kids all over creation. She doesn’t sleep much…or sit down often…but she loves to be busy! Unlike many other authors, Becca had never written a single word until a few years ago. After enjoying several years on the editing side of the business, Becca decided to give writing a try. Now she can’t stop! And the voices in her head are clamoring to get out faster than she can get them onto “paper”! Still experimenting with both contemporary and paranormal genres, there is no telling what she may come up with next. To learn more about Becca Jameson, visit her blog at www.beccajameson.com, email her at [email protected], or tweet her @beccajameson.
|Posted by christygis on November 11, 2013 at 3:40 PM||comments (0)|
I'm gearing up for the excitement of a new release, Unmasking the Wolf, my first ever werewolf romance. Unmasking the Wolf is set to hit cyber-shelves on 12/5/13 from Taliesin Publishing. Check out my front page for more information and enjoy the book trailer at http://youtu.be/zcyatUihuBM.
If you're a blogger or reviewer and are interested in hosting/reviewing my book, please contact me as soon as possible to be a part of the Meet, Mate, and Be Merry tour.
|Posted by christygis on October 7, 2013 at 8:15 PM||comments (0)|
Hi, ya'll! I'm pleased to announce that I'm featured as one of eighty books featured by Romance Junkies for Halloween. Surf by and find out more about One Hot Knight and more great reads!
|Posted by christygis on September 7, 2013 at 4:55 PM||comments (0)|
It’s no secret. I’m a dog lover. Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend got it wrong. Man’s best friend…or in this case, woman’s…is a dog.
Unfortunately my luck hasn’t always been with me when it comes to my pets. Take Shaggy, for instance. My first dog. Apparently someone took Take Shaggy a bit too literally. We went on vacation one summer and when we returned, our beloved family pet was missing. What makes it even worse, my dad found him a few days later at a house down the road, but the people refused to give him up. Cruel, right?
For a few years, we lived doggy-free. But then came Pooter Man. (Yes, we named him Pooter.) He was only with us a year, but this little terrier mixed-breed dug his way into our hearts. The entire Gissendaner clan doted on him. He would come visit me when I was away at college the summer before senior year. I still remember saying Bye to him that last time. When I got the call early the next morning that he’d been run over, my poor heart broke. I swore then and there I would never, ever, ever have another pet. It was just too hard. Watching My Dog Skip a few weeks later was the biggest mistake ever. (If you’ve ever seen the movie or read the book, you’ll know what I mean.)
But somehow my family ended up with ten more dogs. Long story, but out of the gaggle of pups came my precious Oreo girl. One look into the chocolate brown eyes of the terrier/lab mix and I was hooked. To say I loved Oreo, and she me, would be an understatement. She followed me everywhere, growled when she first met my boyfriend (who would soon become my husband) for getting too close to me, jumped all over me when I came home from work. She was more than just a pet. She was my heart.
August 20, 2009.
Even now I can’t think of the day without boo-hooing. I was five months pregnant with my third son and just arrived at work when the text came. My friend noticed a dog lying by the side of our road and wondered if it was one of ours. I thought “Surely it can’t be. My dogs are inside fences.” Somehow I knew though. I’d had that same weird moment when I said Bye to her that morning that I’d had several years before with Pooter. At first I couldn’t see her (she liked to dig holes and hide in them), so I called her name. She popped out, tail waggling, as I left for work. It couldn’t have been fifteen minutes later that the dreaded text arrived.
Heartbroken, I had my cousin go check for me. When the official news came that it was indeed Oreo, my entire world collapsed.
My brother and my husband buried her. These two grown men even shed tears over my loss. Sometimes I wish it had been me to bury her, but I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. You would probably have to be a dog lover to understand, but not a day passes when I don’t miss her. I always will.
My latest release, One Hot Knight, was dedicated to Oreo. People may say I’m crazy for dedicating a book to a dog, but if ever there was a dog story to be told, it would be hers. I don’t want to give anything away, but there is an homage to Oreo within the book. But I promise Yves’ story (the dog knight) is a fun one with a guaranteed happy ending! It’s no less than any dog deserves.
|Posted by christygis on July 16, 2013 at 8:45 PM||comments (0)|
One Hot Knight is being released 7/22 by Entangled’s Covet Line. Check out the upcoming tour stops lined up for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card. And here's a little to whet your appetite in the meantime...
Yves Sucat was a Crusader trapped in a canine body…until a beautiful twenty-first century dog groomer offered the missing link to break his spell. But Regina Patterson was no fluffy-headed female who would instantly melt at Yves’ silvery seduction. The more time he spent with the tender-hearted blonde, the less he was able to keep his paws—hands!—off of her.
Regina was much more comfortable with dogs than men, and the stunningly handsome – stunningly male – knight who now shared her apartment was no exception. She’d hoped to find a man as loyal as the pooches she pampered day after day, but would Yves’s broken curse end with her own broken heart?
Dying to know more? Then be sure to visit all the tour stops to get a glimpse of the HOT cover. As an added bonus, one winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. And to make it even sweeter, an additional $10 gift card will be given to one lucky winner on any comments made during my birthday celebration. (Be sure to check the schedule to see which blogs are helping me celebrate turning…ahem…twenty-five. ; )
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Hope to see you during the tour and good luck!
|Posted by christygis on March 15, 2013 at 2:00 AM||comments (17)|
Welcome to the Lucky in Love Blog Hop! I'm so excited to be a part of this second annual event. For the next three days, join in the fun and visit all the blogs for a chance to win awesome prizes. I will be giving away a copy of A Hot Mess, a sexy friends-to-lovers story set in Vegas. Be sure to comment below to enter the random drawing. Winner will be announced March 19, so check back to see if you're the lucky winner!
In keeping with the theme, I'm happy to talk about an exciting FREE event currently taking place at my group blog, Love, Lust & Laptops. Ten authors have banded together to bring readers a hot new read every weekday from March 10-22. My contribution, Liam, will be available on March 22, 2013 under my alter ego, Robin Danner. Each story centers around a male strip club and St. Patrick's Day. So once you're done hopping, be sure to drop by Love, Lust, and Laptops to get your free reads!
I'm doubly lucky as March 18th marks the release of my latest paranormal romance. A sexy shapeshifting Welsh god and a workaholic architect meet at a karaoke bar and sparks immediately fly. Danger, fun, and love all collide in the first of a new, exciting paranormal series. Check out my home page to see the uber-sexy cover and tempting excerpt.
To enter the contest, please comment below. Are you wearing green? Is green beer in your future?
Join the rest of the Lucky in Love blog hop at http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/
|Posted by christygis on March 2, 2013 at 9:05 AM||comments (0)|
If you know anything about me, you know that I LOVE karaoke. That's one reason I'm so excited about my March 18 release, A Touch of Sin. It features a sexy, shapeshifting Welsh god and a workaholic architect.
Sin deejays at a karaoke joint and his signature performance is quite...ahem...moving. Be sure to check out my latest release to see which song Sin uses to draw Julie on stage.