Monday, October 31, 2016

#Snarkology Halloween Hop with #TGTBTG #ghost #romance





Hi everyone,

Thanks for stopping by I hope you enjoy yourself.

Today, I want to tell you about a Box Set that I'm doing with 8 other authors.





Get 8 stories for the price of one at Amazon

What do you get when you mix cowboys with ghosts? A collection of eight (stand-alone) amazing stories from the Old West with haunts of every variety.

Get your love of alpha cowboys on and feed your addiction for the bizarre (and sometimes spooky) world when you download The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly.

Bestselling and Award-winning authors are pleased to save you more than 75% on this fantastic boxed set! (Price if books sold separately)
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Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins

With everyone she loves in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.

Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo

An outlaw returns to his childhood home to find his parents 
and brother dead, and the lovely widow in grave danger.

Long A Ghost, and Far Away by Andrea Downing

Ghosts are restless souls, and Lizzie Adams is one of them. 
 How many lives will she get to find the perfect love?

A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens

Even the most skeptical detective can use a little otherworldly help.

How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes

There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.

McKee's Ghost by Anita Philmar

The ghost living in his house might have saved him from an unhappy marriage and brought him the girl of his dreams but when his ex- fiancé returns, the same spirit turns his life upside down.

A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon

P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson wants to find out if Eagle Gulch, Colorado has genuine ghosts. But he found far more than he expected, including a horse ride that could change his life forever.

The Ghost and the Bridegroom by Patti Sherry-Crews

She's sent west to solve a case. What she finds will change her forever.



McKee's Ghost is also available 

at amazon

and includes a bonus story which is not included in the box set.



Excerpt from Bonus Story - McKee's Family.

The light breeze running across the plains halted. With the hot sun beating down on her, she grew warmer. A trickle of sweat ran down her back. Doubts plagued her. Damn, she should have never let her daughter talk her into coming here.
“Midnight, here, is one we raised from a colt. We currently have two mares ready to foal and have a total of eight horses. That’s not counting the ones we are training for other people.” Barton continued talking as if unaware of her conflicting emotions. 
“That must keep you and your brother very busy. I’ll have to make sure Genna and I don’t cause you any problem while we’re visiting.” Arlene wondered how long before her sister drove her back into town. Who wanted to help a down and out relative? Especially after all the fights, they had as kids.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fun to have someone new to talk to. Other than my parents and my sister, we rarely get any visitors. Except during the holidays when other assorted relatives get together.” Barton glanced at Genna and smiled. “Only problem is your daughter will probably be spoiled rotten by the time you leave.”
Amused by the possibility, Arlene grinned. Her daughter had many talents. One was wearing on people’s nerves. “I’m sure she’ll enjoy the attention.”
He chuckled, “What child doesn’t?”
She noted the spark of amusement in his eyes. Something about his carefree attitude attracted her, and she wondered what it would be like to have this man’s love. Her marriage had been less than harmonious. Her husband, a gambler, had moved them from place to place always looking for a better game. When they were first married, she’d loved discovering new places. Then Genna had come along, and everything had changed.
“So how long do you think you’ll be here?”

Let's round out the hop with a  free read - Hot Prairie Nights is a Historical Western erotic romance.



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Anita
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Monday, October 24, 2016

#MidWest #RomanticTravel with @KetaDiablo & #Excerpt from Comes An Outlaw


Autumn is a great time to plan a fall get-a-way. You won't find lovelier places to visit than the Midwest. Before trees shed their leaves in preparation for winter, they often put on a brilliant display of color...deep burgundy, buttercup yellow and sunburst orange.

Many small towns hold fall festivals and Halloween galas meant to attract not only local residents but adventure-seeking tourists.

Here's hoping you take time to schedule a short vacation this fall and enjoy the same beauty depicted in this image from the state of Wisconsin.
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Keta's latest release is Comes An Outlaw, a western romance where cowboys and ghosts take center stage. But don't worry...there's plenty of romance for the love-bugs too.

About Comes An Outlaw
When a tragic accident claims her husband's life, Jesse Santos must find a way to keep the ranch, the only home her 12-year-old son has ever known.  The ranch hands have abandoned her, a gang of cutthroat ranchers want her land and an ancient Yaqui Indian insists a spirit has taken up residence in the house.
After a fifteen-year absence, her husband's brother, Coy, returns to his childhood home. He doesn't plan on staying, and he certainly doesn't intend to settle down with a widow and her son…no matter how pretty she is.
He's an outlaw, after all, and made a decision to put an end to his gun-slinging days long ago. Will his conscience let him walk away from family, or will his heart overrule his head?

Praise for COMES AN OUTLAW
"I loved all the components of this story. The Indian lore was probably my favorite though."
"The storyline is brilliant. This novella has many twists and turns. A page turner."
"Diablo has created a set of compelling characters. Jesse captures the essence of the time, when women had very few options, and even fewer good ones."

Setup and Excerpt:
In this scene, Jesse wonders if loneliness has driven her to desperation. Is she really holding a conversation with a ghost...or has her late husband returned to help her fight for her land?

Chapter One
Arizona 1885
Dawn caressed the homespun curtains in the cramped bedroom, rousing Jesse from a restless night's sleep.  A delicate breeze rustled through the two-inch gap between window and sill, doing little to motivate the damp, heavy air in the room.
She tossed back the blue and white quilt, slid from bed and crossed the room to the pitcher and bowl on the bureau.
Gonna be another scorcher today, Jezebel. Might want to tie your hair back.
For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and willed the voice in the room to leave.  He wasn't there, not in a real sense. Like every other day since his death, he invaded her thoughts, spoke in her head. She opened her eyes and fought the overwhelming urge to turn around, prove once and for all ghosts didn't exist. 
"Are you set on driving me crazy, Cain? Don't I have enough to deal with without you tormenting me? Besides, I don't like it when you call me Jezebel, and you darn well know it."
That's why no one calls you Jezebel except me.
She spun around and glared at the rocking chair under the window. "Ah, another one of your tricks to make me think I'm losing my mind—call me something no one else does."
Yes, I'm in the rocker, the one my mother always sat in beside the hearth. You remember after she died, we brought it into our bedroom?
"Stop…you must stop." Her hands went to her temples. "If you were real I would see you sitting there."
If only I could show myself. You have no idea how hard it is to project my voice. Takes so much energy. I'm working on it though, have high hopes I'll get better at this spirit realm thing.
"I don't want you to get better at it; I want you to stop speaking to me entirely."
We talked about this, agreed that if something happened to one of us, we'd do our best to come back, watch over the other one.
She paced a small area at the end of the bed. "I only agreed because I thought it would never happen, could never happen. I wanted to please you, knew how much you loved your line of work, believed in it."
Nonetheless, Jezebel, it happened. I'm here and I mean to look out for you. I didn't want to leave you so soon but we must deal with what is now.
Stopping her harried pace, she looked to the chair again. "You don't think I'm doing my best to deal with what is now? And stop calling me that!"
You'll always be my precious Jezebel.
She heard a contented sigh filter through the still air.
My Jezebel with the tangle of long, copper hair, eyes the color of Robin's eggs and the lovely bowed mouth. I recall the first time I saw you. Slop bucket hanging off your tiny arm, you walked from the back room of Two Bits, skirted the bar and dropped to your knees to scrub the floor. Do you remember?
She hung her head. "How could I forget the day you saved me from a life of…well, destitution, offered me safety, security?" Looking up again, she fanned an arm over the room. "Offered me a home."
And I want to make sure you keep that home, our home, Grange's home.
"That's why you're here?"
For the most part. I always said this is a unforgiving land. People aren't careful it'll swallow them whole and—
"Kill them."
Yes, and I aim to do everything I can to make sure it doesn't take you and Grange.
"I don't think I can do this, dark forces are at work, conspiring against your son and me. Lord knows I've tried, Cain, but how can a woman and a boy fight against the harsh elements, the day-to-day struggles without a man? Hard enough when you were here, but now, most days I think the land is going to win. Every morning I walk out onto that porch and think I'm walking into the fires of Hell. There's more…someone's been cutting the fence lines, scattering the cattle. Takes us days to get them back again."
Not someone, Jezebel. Search your heart; you know who's behind it.
She walked back to the bureau, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of leather trousers. After pulling the nightshirt over her head, she grabbed Cain's flannel shirt from a hook, slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the trousers over her hips. "I know who the varmints are, all right. Domingo and Benito. Am I right?"
The Torres brothers.
"Yeah, and the low-bellied snakes they ride with, Mutton-Chop Walsh and Digger Newly." She blew an exasperated breath and looked over her shoulder to the window. "How do you expect me to stand up to that, Cain? I can't do it, I tell you. Let them have the land because it ain't worth dying for, or God forbid, losing Grange over."
You can't give up the land, love. Been in my family for generations. Ma and Pa will be turning over in their—
"I don't care. I'm not sacrificing my son, our son, for a piece of scorched earth in the middle of nowhere."
You're talking foolish now. You love the land as much as I do, I mean did. You're tired, worn out; I get that, but….
"But what?"
I never thought I'd hear you say you want to give up the land, give up on life.
"It's different now that you're gone. You might as well face it, I'm leaving, Cain. And you should leave too, find that white light you always talked about and forget about this place."
Help is coming, Jezebel.
"Yeah, and so are monsoon winds, dried up creek beds and taxes. Or did you forget taxes are due…again?"
I'm asking you to hang on for a little while, that's all.
"You expect me to believe a knight on a big white horse will be riding in soon to save us?"
He rides a Piebald.
"What?"
I said he rides a Piebald with black and white spots, sixteen hands tall.
"Who…who rides a spotted horse and how do you know he's coming here?"
I'm fading, Jezebel. Used up everything I got this morning.
"No you don't! You can't waltz in here, drop your innuendoes and disappear like a snuffed out candle."
Trust me. Hang on…please hang on.
"Cain, wait…don't go! You can't leave like this!"
Hang on, Jezebel…hang on….
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You can find out more about Keta's books by visiting her Amazon author page http://www.amazon.com/Keta-Diablo/e/B002BODURI/

Or by visiting her blog, Keta's Keep, http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com

Follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/ketadiablo

Download COMES AN OUTLAW for .99 cents


Wow, the place in your picture reminds me of a park I visited near Milwaukee. Love it there in August.

Thanks for sharing,

Anita

Saturday, October 22, 2016

DNA, #Neanderthals, and Humans, Oh, My, the Science!

Do you remember those scientist classes where they talked about the Neanderthals and other Homo Sapiens?

No?
Funny, but I do. I watch a number of special programs where scientists argued as to whether or not humans and Neanderthals existed at the same time. Each side argued for and against the possibility. Then I found research proving Neanderthals and humans did have fun together because Neanderthal genome is in human DNA.




The book “Neanderthal Man – In Search of Lost Genomes” by Svante Paabo is the story of what the scientists had to go through in their search for answers as to whether or not Neanderthal genome was in human DNA. The book is not an easy read, but I couldn’t let that stop me. So I skipped over those long technical words and tried to get to the meat of what the author/scientist was trying to tell me.

It was a fascinating adventure, which spanned the globe. Dr. Paabo is from the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology in Leipzig, Germany. It is a truly amazing story and if you are interested in how scientist discovered Neanderthal DNA in human's genome, I recommend spending time with this book.

Now, after reading about Neanderthals, I had to work them into a book. I loved the idea that we as humans may have inherited some special skill from our Neanderthal ancestors. This is how I created my new series, the Ancient Warrior Prophecy. 

The series is built on the idea that people with Neanderthal DNA have special skills such as psychic abilities and they are using those abilities to save the world. Add in a murder and a hot romance, the first book reveals the story behind the story of the announcement of the Neanderthal’s DNA being in the human genomes.


Title: The Warrior In Me
Series Name: Ancient Warrior Prophecy
Theme(s): Action-Adventure, Murder/Mystery 
SubGenre(s): Paranormal, Suspense, Futuristic/Sci-Fi     



Blurb: Special Security Agent Sebastian Berlin is eager to track down his partner's killer. Instead, he’s assigned the job of baby-sitting a scientist. His boss thinks she's the key to an Ancient Warrior Prophecy. Science never interested Sebastian, but the know-it-all female standing at the end of his Alaskan dock could persuade him to do a little experimenting. That is, if he can keep his Neanderthal Warrior genes from taking control.

DNA specialist Lily Sinclair is in need of a vacation, or so her over-protective ex-husband tells her. Arriving in chilly Alaska instead of sunny Cancun, she's tired and cranky and so not in the mood for her bodyguard's he-man tactics. Still, there's something about the sexy eye-candy that makes her want to lick him all over even as she's demanding to go home.

Then Lily's ex is poisoned, and Sebastian is certain the two murders are connected and she could be next. She knows he's hiding something, but with the worldwide release of Neanderthal DNA project only days away, she has no choice but to trust him to protect her. But can she trust him with her heart?


Hope you enjoy,
Anita

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

#RomanticTravel with @JeanneStJames & Brothers in Blue #Excerpt



One of my favorite places to go in Fall is Moosehead Lake in Maine. I’ve stayed several times in the quaint town of Greenville, ME, at the south end of the lake. It has no commercialization at all. Everyone is friendly. Every morning and evening, it is a habit to go “hunt” for moose. Hunting, as in a camera, not a gun. The majestic beasts are impressive in person. You can find them grazing in and around bogs. There’s plenty to do there every season. It’s a hidden gem!



New release by Jeanne St. James: BROTHERS IN BLUE: MAX


Book 1 of the Brothers in Blue trilogy
Genre: Contemporary Erotic romance involving an Alpha man in uniform!
Length: Novel

Blurb:

Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.

As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.

Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?

Excerpt:

She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled her nose into his neck. She could feel his strong pulse against her cheek.
It felt so good to be in his arms. She circled his tattoo with her finger. Semper Fi. Mary Ann had made sure to tell Amanda that it meant “always faithful.”
“Did you always want to be a cop?”
He had one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh, rubbing it slowly back and forth. “Yes.”
She waited a moment, and when he said nothing further, she prodded. “Why?”
His deep voice resonated through his chest. “I was always in awe of my grandfather and my father. That’s why I followed in their footsteps. That’s why all three of us did. The Marines first, to serve our country, and then the police department, to serve our community.”
“To protect and serve, huh?”
The pride exuded from his words. “It’s the Bryson family motto.”
She moved her nose up to nuzzle him behind the ear. “Well, you can protect and serve me anytime.”
“I’d planned to since the minute you bitched me out in that parking lot when you first came to town.”
She raised her head, pushing herself up with a palm against his chest. “You were only trying to get into my pants.”
“True…” he said slowly.
Amanda grabbed a nearby decorative pillow and whacked him.
“Hey! You didn’t let me finish. True, but when you saw me in my uniform, you just wanted a big ol’ piece of this bad boy.” He opened his arms wide as if offering himself to her.
Amanda whacked him again. “Yeah, right.”
“You can’t say you didn’t want this.” He reached out, and his long fingers cupped her face as he leaned in to kiss her. It was only a slight brush, leaving her wanting more.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Would you have kissed me if I had torn up the ticket?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“For twenty-five bucks? Get real. I wanted to take out that retractable metal stick you carry and beat you over the head.”
Max laughed. “You mean my ASP baton?”
“Whatever.”
“Only because you were sexually frustrated.”
“You wish.”
He poked her side gently. “Admit it.”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
“Okay. You’re right. I was sexually frustrated because I couldn’t jump your bones right there in the middle of town, in the free parking lot on the pavement amid a bag of spilled dog toys, while Greg looked on. Satisfied?”
His smile widened. “Yep.”
“Good. Now kiss me again.” She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down until their lips were a breath apart. “And do it like you mean it this time.”
The light peck was easily forgotten as he claimed her mouth with his, crushing her to him. This was what she had been waiting for. She groaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She felt a twinge and wiggled her hips in his lap, feeling his body harden.


Author Bio:

Jeanne St. James is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter.




 Thanks for sharing,

Anita

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

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Anita

Monday, October 17, 2016

Her Drill Sergeant by @KatherineDeane1 #NeverEndingTour #spanking

Her Drill Sergeant Dom
By Katherine Deane

Tags:
Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one
He knows how to motivate her- and it’s not with push-ups
Find a killer, do a million push-ups, fall in love- typical day in the Army


Sales Blurb:
Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one.
USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.
Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center.  After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.
Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover  drill sergeant.
Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction.  He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.
As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger.  Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth? 
Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot new romantic suspense.

Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.


Excerpt: 

2 
3.        (Role Playing)
“Sara Warfield, you get your ass back over that bed now so I can whip you good and proper.”
“No woodshed, Seth?” She giggled and wiggled her ass, taunting him as she took her place.
“Oh baby, you have no idea the things I can do to you outside a woodshed. Spread your legs.”
She quickly obeyed and resumed character, her eyes flashing at him. “Well, it’s your fault the horses got away. You should have let me see that foal when I asked.” She stood up and placed her hands on her hips in a posture of pure defiance. “You’re not going to punish me for this. I won’t allow it. Damnit.” She added the swear word for good measure, and he had to fight not to grin at her.
“We’ll add a good mouth soaping after I blister your butt.” He shoved her face first down on the bed, and started spanking her with fast, hard swats with his hand.
“Ow, ow, ow!” She shrieked and tried to get out from under him, but he just pushed on the small of her back, and kept her pinned there.
“You better stop flailing your legs, young lady.” He gave her the hardest smack yet, and she swore at him again, while trying to wiggle away from him. “That’s enough hollering out of you.” He brought his hand down right between her legs and smacked her right in the center of her wet pussy, smacking her, but not as hard as his other swats had been.
She mewled and stilled below him, shocked.
“Hold still Sara. I’m going to spank you there again.” He spread her legs even further apart, and lifted her ass up.
“No, please not there. Seth. I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll hold still.”
“You’ll hold still for your belt whipping all right—after I spank your pussy.” He trailed his finger along the wet lips, amazed at the amount of arousal there. Yeah, she was loving this as much as he. “Now you hold still girl, and I’ll stop after two. Don’t you dare move.”
“Yes, Seth.” She trembled below him, fear and lust in her eyes, but a small grin she couldn’t seem to hide, even in character.  She raised her bottom for him, and spread her legs.



*****

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About Katherine Deane
USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: erotic romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.

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Anita

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Linda McLaughlin Doing the Fall #RomanticTravel Exchange, #Excerpt



Fall #RomanticTravel: Quebec
Quebec is one of the most romantic cities in North America, seeming more European than NorthAmerican. It’s also one of the settings I used in my French & Indian War-set historical romance, Rogue’s Hostage. When I was writing the book, my husband and I took a vacation to Quebec Province so I could do some research. We started in Montreal, where I managed to figure out how to navigate the Metro using my college French.



After a few days exploring Montreal, we took the train to Quebec, and I fell in love with the charming old city, though I had to keep reminding myself that the setting in my book was the previous city, the one that was destroyed by the British shelling. I was particularly interested in visiting Notre Dame des Victoires, the small church in Lower Town which was destroyed in the shelling, but later rebuilt in the same style. In the book, Mara seeks comfort inside this lovely little church.

Since I wanted to stay in the old part of the city, I booked us a room at Chateau Frontenac, the venerable Canadian Railway hotel. Picturesque setting, but we were pretty sure they gave us the smallest room in the place! Instead of a view looking out toward the river, our window looked down onto an alley. Ah, well, we didn't spend much time in the room anyway. We were far more interested in wandering the winding streets, taking pictures of the old houses and the fort and battlefield.

On the last day we took a boat ride on the St. Lawrence for spectacular views of the city and countryside. What a beautiful area! I'd love to go back some day.


(Note: I took this trip back in the pre-digital photography days so any photos are from my Art Explosion CD collection or DepositPhotos.com.)

Rogue’s Hostage
By Linda McLaughlin
Historical Romance

Blurb:

His hostage... 

In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.

Her destiny...

French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left.  But when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.

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Excerpt:

Quebec, Canada, April 1759

The journey was almost over.
Eyes narrowed against the glare off the water, Jacques stared at the approaching skyline of Quebec as the bateau rushed downriver. Perched on the north side of the Saint Lawrence River, the city’s walls and fortifications guarded the way into the interior of New France. Though the British had tried twice, the city had never fallen. But Jacques knew that sooner or later they would try again.
He glanced at Mara, who sat beside him, huddled in her shawl, shivering slightly. When he put an arm around her and pulled her closer, she burrowed against him. Guilt and regret stirred inside him. She was the reason he had requested a transfer back to Quebec. Since leaving Fort Duquesne, she had been a different woman—quiet, submissive, and obedient.
To his surprise, he missed her sharp tongue and pointed opinions. All through the long Canadian winter, he had watched and waited for her to revert to her normal self, but it was as if she were a different woman. On occasion, Jacques had been tempted to bait her, but his guilt kept him from doing so. Her state of mind was his fault, after all.
In the last four months, she had followed him over a route seen by few white men, much less a woman. Together they had traveled by bateau, canoe, sled, and snowshoe. Mara had witnessed the mighty power of Niagara Falls, traversed Lake Ontario, and braved the Lachine Rapids—all without complaining. But also without any sense of wonder or enthusiasm for the places she’d seen, just a wistful remark about how much Emile would have liked to see the falls.
It had been an arduous journey, and now she deserved some comfort.
A raw wind off the river threw pellets of rain in his face, and he pulled up the woolen muffler Mara had knitted for him. That was all she had done at Niagara, her needles clicking incessantly until he had thought he would go mad. But something about the rhythmic nature of the task seemed to comfort her, so he’d said nothing.
Another blast of wind reminded him of how long and severe Canadian winters could be. In this northern country, rivers and lakes froze over completely. There was a wild beauty in it that he used to find exhilarating. Until an equally impervious chill took up residence around his heart.
The bateau docked at the part of the city called Lower Town, below the cliffs of Cap Diamant. Above them towered the ramparts guarding the government and church buildings that comprised Upper Town. Jacques helped Mara onto the dock and led her down a street lined with warehouses and taverns. He stopped in front of a sign picturing a leering devil with a forked tail.
Le Diable? What are we doing here?” she asked, a surprised look on her face.
“This is home, madame. Welcome to my humble establishment.”


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Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.

You can find her online at http://lindalyndi.com
Twitter: @Lyndi Lamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont


Thursday, October 13, 2016

Sindriel an #EroticRead by Mary Corrales #EroticRomance

New Release: SINDRIEL #EroticRomance



Blurb: Miranda Contreras never thought a bad choice in men could cause her to lose her soul. She must now call upon on a demon bargainer for help.
Demon bargainer and Lord of the Crimson Shroud, Sindriel, always bargains to his own benefit. What will he take from Miranda as payment for his assistance?
Miranda's life soon becomes one of hell realms and dangerous pleasures. Will she regain her soul but lose her chance at true love?
Sindriel has wanted Miranda from the moment he saw her at the wedding. He reveals his true nature to her to insure her safety in his realm while he retrieves her soul, which seems the perfect opportunity to indulge in her charms. He'll face off against demons to retrieve her soul, but will he choose to discard her rather than face the truth of his own heart?
Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy Romance, demons, HEA


(Adult) Story Excerpt:
Sindriel watched the woman rise out of the swimming pool, naked as a goddess in heat, and feared he’d signed his own demise.
He stared, unable to think. Had he conjured her? For a moment, the stupidity of hope held him immobile.
Her lush curves and pale, caramel-cream skin shimmered in the moonlight. Her long, dark hair curled over wet, peaked nipples and trailed down to her waist. She looked ripe for a night of pleasure with a demon like him. It was not, however, her body, but her identity, that shook him.
Miranda was the supplicant.
Oh, the nights he’d dreamed of seeing this woman naked and desirous for him. Too bad these circumstances were not to his liking. What fresh hell brought her to him in this manner?
He left the deeper shadows of the backyard trees and stepped into the moonlight.
Miranda stared at him with wide, surprised eyes but then gave a loud cough that might have destroyed his goddess fantasy, as if her identity hadn’t done that already. That was the trouble with the summoning ritual. One never saw the face of the supplicant.
Her mouth hung open in amazement even as she tried to cover herself with her hands. “Sindriel,” she squeaked.
“Miranda,” he murmured.
His bit the inside of his lip to keep from smirking as she rushed to cover her nakedness and dove for a towel sitting on a nearby chair. He possessed excellent vision at night, but he wouldn’t share that with her. He never would have guessed she’d ever perform a summoning ritual for a demon.
“It worked,” she exclaimed, wrapping the towel tight around her. The material did nothing to disguise the plumpness of her breasts.
His dreams hadn’t done her justice, come to think of it now.
What was she doing summoning a demon—summoning him? Suddenly it irritated him to know that she’d discovered his secret. Last he’d seen of her, she’d been dabbling in demon hunting or some such thing if the scent in her house were any indication. Why would she take such a risk as to call on him?
He’d find out soon enough. “What is it that a mysterious wet goddess might want from a humble, demon bargainer as me?”
SINDRIEL (Sequel to Love's Demon Ways)
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 68,370

Author Bio: Mary Corrales is a multi-published erotica/erotic romance author who loves to write in multiple genres including paranormal, fantasy, contemporary suspense, and dystopian. She love to hear from readers and host authors.

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 Thanks for sharing,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Can Help but Love #Texas #books



Now, we all love the state we were born in, but people who are born in Texas feel a deep connection to their state.

Why some of you may ask?

I believe, it's because, we had to fight for our independent before becoming a state. We know what it is to stand alone. We can't forget our past and enjoy celebrating the history -- The Alamo, the battle of San Jacinto and the men at Gonzales. From a very young age,  Texas children are told the stories from their parents, not counting taking Texas history classes.

No place on earth is quite the same as being in Texas. You walk down the aisle of Walmart and people talk to you.

I have lived in a number of other states. This is not always the case in other places, not to say people are unfriendly but it just feels different.

After writing for a few years, I was naturally drawn back to my roots. I believe that is why I started the Cowboys of Naked Bluff, Texas.  It is set during the time of the Civil War.

Texas had just come out of their own war for Independence and was not very excited about getting into another war. Luckily, most of the fighting did not happen in Texas. However, it did bring in an influx of people to the state.

I love how strong not only the men where during this time to work the land and make a living, but the strength women showed to make a life in a land that was not always forgiving.

(The best part is working history into my stories. This one makes reference to the only woman, who was ever hung in the state.)

So today, I'd like to big shoot out to the Great State of Texas. It rocks and thanks for inspiring me to tell wonderful stories set within your borders.



Anita