Well, I've been tucked away in my writing shed, completely neglecting my little blog - I'm sorry, sometimes, something's gotta give... though I am up to a very respectable 46,000 words on my current novel, The Clockwork Butterfly. It was meant to be an erotic steampunk romance, but it has turned into a futuristic romp instead - you never know where these things take you (well, I don't at least...).
BUT I am still the Tuesday Girl over at Spicin' It Up - so come and join us girls there if you're cravin' the chat!
I'm so excited to have a fellow Beachwalk author here today, Kaylie Newell is promoting her debut romance novel, A Death That Lingers. Welcome and huge congratulations on your release!
Tabitha, thank you so much for having me today! I’m over the moon about the release of my
very first book, A Death That Lingers.
I started writing it on Valentine’s Day, 2010. It’s been a long, hard road, full of too many
ups and downs to count. But I can’t
describe how truly great it’s been. I’ve
grown as a writer and as a person. I’ve
learned what disappointment is and what true happiness feels like. If you can name an emotion, I’ve felt it!
A Death That Lingers is a story about a woman who discovers
strength she never knew she had when she leaves an abusive husband, and in the
process discovers a brand new life, and a brand new love. It’s the book I always wanted to write. The book of my heart, as my best friend calls
it. And that’s very true. It’s my hope that it will touch the hearts of
others, as well.
I love to hear from readers J You can find me at www.kaylienewell.com, and on Facebook at
www.facebook.com/kaylienewell
Go on treat yourself!
Available now - Please go to Kaylie's website or Beachwalk to buy this fab new book
It is a short story about a woman who is thrown back into memories of her friend's mother and her own sexual awakening, when she catches a glimpse of a beautiful young woman at the swimming pool.
I loved writing this story and am even more delighted that you can read it today, why not grab a coffee, go on over to O&C and check it out.
It is my pleasure to have Diane Alberts with me today, talking about her love of romance and treating us to an excerpt from her new book Kill Me Tomorrow. So sit back, relax, take five minutes to yourself and read all about it - the trailer is fab too. Looking forward to this one!
Why romance?
People often ask me why I write romance. Why the heck not? I
love telling the story of boy meets girl. And I love all of the passion, lust,
love, and even hatred that ensue. And, I will admit it; I am addicted to
Happily Ever After. In a world where bad news always
comes first, why not lose oneself in a happy love story? Sure, the hero might
get beat up, and the heroine might be kidnapped…but it always ends happy.
If fairytales ended with: And then they got a divorce, and
he married a woman thirty years younger than him, not many people would read
them. I know I wouldn’t.
When Jasmine and Gavin, from my new paranormal 1NightStand
book at Decadent Publishing called Kill
Me Tomorrow, meet…they are enemies. She is sworn to kill him—and all he
wants it to make love to her. Worse yet: how is she supposed to kill him when
he’s the first man to make her feel passion?
What happens when the two enemies collide? I guess you’ll
just have to read it to find out.
Kill Me Tomorrow is a
paranormal romance book, in Decadent Publishing’s fabulous 1Night Stand series.
The series revolves around the enigmatic Madame Eve who always seems to be able
to find the perfect match for that special someone.
Blurb:
Jasmine Baruch is a
jinn-a supernatural being who fights demons with fire. While that’s difficult
enough, she’s got bigger problems. She’s a virgin, and in the jinn culture,
that is sheer blasphemy. Jinn are supposed to be passionate, promiscuous
creatures-everything she isn’t. Due to marry the next day, she takes matters
into her own hands by using 1NS. But, like the rest of her life, nothing is
easy. The man chosen for her, though incredibly gorgeous, is a demi-sanguine; a
half-human, half-demon-her enemy.
Gavin Werbato is
looking for an easy night of sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Instead, he gets
a gorgeous jinn convinced it is her duty to kill him. He can certainly think of
better things to do with her soft hands than murder. He need only convince her
of that…
Can the fire sparked
when these beings collide be controlled, or will it consume their world as they
know it?
Excerpt:
She’d accomplished nothing at all.
Nothing.
A weight sank beside her on the bed, and she shrieked.
She darted a glance at the door, but it remained locked. Of course it did—
portals didn’t hold back demons.
“Good punch.” He laughed and rubbed his nose. “Some men
might hold a grudge—but not me. I heal too fast.”
Indeed he did. A glance at his face revealed features as
gorgeous as ever. This sucked for the self-pity party she’d been trying to
throw.
She preferred him bloody and not so devilishly striking.
She groaned and dropped her head into her hands. “Why
won’t you just leave?” He caressed her arm in a lazy, seductive way, and she
shivered. “Stop that.”
His hand stopped moving, but he didn’t remove it. “Why do
I have to stop?” he murmured. “Why do I have to leave?” He traced an invisible
path leading up to her shoulder. From there, he grasped a curl and twirled it
between his fingers, as if testing its elasticity. Her scalp tingled at his
tender tug, and a jolt of lightning shot straight to her stomach, causing her
to bite back a moan.
“Because….” She lifted her head, and turned to face him.
His eyes were so blue they were nearly purple, which,
combined with his light blond hair, made him a lethal opponent indeed. How
could she resist such a gorgeous creature, knowing that it might be her last
chance to rid herself of her virginity? Yet, how could she say yes? “Because
you are half demon, and I am a jinn. We are adversaries, you and I.”
“I’m not an evil demi-sanguine,” he assured her
calmly. “I don’t rape, kill, or pillage. I’m unremarkably human—plus a few
small details. But you are hardly normal yourself,” he drawled with a lazy
grin. “And I’d like to make love to you.”
So what, you may not need to ask, but I do - is a Blog Hop? Well, this week my lovely lady friends over at Spicin' It Up showed me how it's done - There are squillions of blogs all listed at the bottom of the post where you can go and join in the fun - commenting and getting involved with the chance of WINNING PRIZES! We're giving away 4 of our books to any potential hoppers so why not come and have a look, there's lots of great blogs to have a squizz at.
See you there,
T x x
It's my big pleasure to bring another helping of the lovely Lucy Felthouse who is introducing her new release, Brick Dust & Bedsprings!
Blurb:
There are chores to be done, but it’s
much more fun to stand at the window and watch the rippling muscles and sweaty
torsos of the men paving her driveway- her window sill never got cleaned so
thoroughly before!
But when sexy brothers Marcus and Jamie
catch their customer looking, the action rapidly moves from the front of the
house to the bedroom…
Lucy is a graduate of the
University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year,
she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and
she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble
Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite
Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find
out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
You can also find her on Facebook
and Twitter.
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And now for your pleasure -
an excerpt:
I heard the rumble of an engine, and
craned my neck to look out of the window. Yes, they were here. My lips curved
into a smile, and I scuttled out to meet them.
“Morning!” I chirped brightly. The
two men turned from their van at the sound of my voice.
“Christ,” exclaimed the larger and
older of the two, “I wasn’t expecting you to be up at this hour!” It was nine
in the morning.
“You cheeky so and so. I’m not that
lazy. Besides I had to get up to move the car. You’d have struggled to dig the
drive up with my car on it, wouldn’t you?”
He winked cockily at me. “Mine’s a
coffee, please. Two sugars, plenty of milk.”
“Yes, Marcus. God, what did your last
slave die of? Jamie?” His brother looked up from the papers he was shuffling.
“Um, I’m alright for now actually.”
“Are you sure? I was only messing
about!”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll have one
later.”
I sauntered back into the house and
started making drinks. I’d already flicked the kettle on in anticipation of
their arrival, and as I poured the milk into Marcus’ mug I chuckled to myself.
I’d delib¬erately used a pink one, just to piss him off. It wasn’t exactly the
most manly of mugs, as I’m sure you can imagine. Mind you, it would take more
than that to rob Marcus of his masculinity. Mmm.
He wasn’t my usual type. I usually go
for the more classic good-looking guy. You know, clean-shaven, nicely dressed,
and all that. Marcus definitely didn’t fall into that category. He wasn’t ugly,
by any means, but he’d never be on the cover of a magazine either. And you
certainly wouldn’t take him home to meet your parents. But he still oozed
sexiness out of every pore. Whether it was the fact that he was rough around
the edges, I don’t know. Maybe I was looking for a bit of rough.
I handed him his coffee with a cheeky
smile. After a question¬ing glance at the mug, he took a sip. He winced as the
hot liquid scalded his tongue. He swallowed slowly. I watched his Adam’s apple
contract and relax and felt my face start to heat up.
Against my better judgment I studied
him: his broad chest, huge biceps, strong-looking thighs clad in denim. Christ.
I felt my pussy twitch involuntarily and closed my eyes. When I opened them
again, he was looking at me. Oops. A moment of charged silence, then he smiled,
all the while staring at my chest. I glanced down, and wanted to die of
embarrassment. My nipples were rock hard and straining against the thin cotton
top I was wearing.
“Must be cold,” I blurted, not
wanting him to know the effect he was having on me. Marcus looked at me, then
glanced up at the burning sun. He raised his eyebrows.
“Right,” I mumbled, desperate to get
away. “I’ve got chores to do indoors; gimme a shout if you want anything.”
