Friday, November 30, 2018

Youthful Temptations by @AuthorTinaGayle #HappyEnding #excerpt #romance



Youthful Temptations by Tina Gayle



Blurb:


A widow with two grown children, Linda Clayton is ready to let loose and have some fun. Jilted at a party, she met a younger man, Vaughn Reagan. He tempts with an active imagination and allures her into his life by tempting her with seductive games.


Vaughn thrilled to find a woman who doesn’t want children. He offers Linda a job so he can spend his days with her. Now, if he could only convince her to forget their age difference and enjoy the nights in his arm.

Excerpt:

He followed her and stood directly behind her when she paused by the counter. His breath ruffled her hair, and it brushed against her cheek. A wintergreen scent floated past her nose.

She turned and lifted her hands to create a barrier between them. “Why do you want to get to know me better? You can’t honestly be interested in me.”

He smiled and stepped forward so her hands landed on his chest. “I don’t know about that. Not many people would publicly oppose Philip. With his movie-star face and fake charm, he bamboozles most of the people in our neighborhood.” His hands gripped her waist. Yet, he didn’t crowd her like he wouldn’t release her if she decided to move away. “Or it could be I’m just a sucker for redheads. They radiate a fire which attracts me.”

What would he say if she told him she wasn’t a natural redhead? Studying his face, she judged the meaning behind his words. Twinkles of amusement danced in the depths of his gray eyes. His round glasses sat on a slightly crooked nose, an interesting feature that added to his youthful look. Dark hair framed his face, and a rebellious lock fell onto his forehead. The urge to brush the erratic strand back into place tickled her palm. She clenched her hands to stifle the compelling desire.

“I think there’s more to it. Anyone can buy this color in a bottle.” The musky scent of his cologne drew her closer. She melted a little under the heady fragrance, teased with thoughts of long bouts of sex on a hot summer day.

“Yes, but it’s also the redheaded attitude—fire and ice, feisty and fierce, the bite of a Doberman and the loyalty of a Lab.”

“So you’re calling me a dog.” She couldn’t help but smile at his metaphors. The man’s strange way of saying things provoked images in her head.

“No, I wouldn’t be that rude. But if you want to lick my face or sit at my feet, I won’t complain.” He tilted his head and offered a crooked smile.

Wow, what a stupid thing to say. A laugh broke free, and she shook her head. “You’re too cute for words and probably not much older than my son.”

He frowned, and his hands tightened on her waist. “I don’t believe age has anything to do with the emotional mix I’m experiencing at the moment.”

The naked lust in his gaze showed a serious desire to enjoy the pleasures of sex.

Startled by a hot rush screaming through her body at the unspoken invitation, she exclaimed, “But I’m years older than you!”

“And sexy as hell.”

She couldn’t take him seriously, not at her age and with her background. His house and truck cost more than she’d sold Tom’s business for. “I have two grown children.”

“And know multiple ways to please a man.”

Shocked, she shot back, “I’m a grandmother.”

“Who has the body of a sex goddess!”

She shook her head again. “You’ve got to be joking. Or maybe you need new glasses because no one has ever accused me of being a sex goddess.”

“Then they weren’t looking very hard.” His gaze fell to her breasts.

“Or you’re not getting out enough.” The idea of him really seeing her as attractive weakened her resolve. She rubbed her hands over the soft fabric of his sweater.

“But I can find a lot of examples of goddesses on the Web.” His hands inched their way along her rib cage.

“And they’ve been technically enhanced.” A shiver of awareness rose on her skin. She’d never been very good at resisting temptation.

“Which proves I know what’s awesome and what’s not.” His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts.

Linda closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. The warm stroke of his hands ignited a craving for sex that had been dormant one year, four months, six days, three hours, and twenty-three minutes too long.

Get a grip. The man would bolt for the hills if he ever laid eyes on her stretch-marked breasts. “You’ve, ah, not seen them in their natural state, so you can’t hand out an accurate comparison.”

“If that’s an invitation for a private viewing”—he cupped her breasts—“I accept.”

His words finally registered in her lust-filled brain, and her eyes sprang open. “What?”

“I’d be . . .” A light squeeze drew her attention to his hands covering her breasts.

“Oh my gosh, what am I doing?” She leaped back. Her hips bumped the counter, and his hands fell to her waist. She wondered at the number of drinks she’d consumed at the party. Could she be drunk? “I, uh . . .”

“Am embarrassed because you liked me touching your breasts.” Vaughn finished her sentence.
“It’s not a sin to like to be caressed.”

“Yes, but I don’t even know you.” She shifted along the edge of the counter until he relinquished his grip on her waist and then stepped away.

Desire tempted her, but she knew the trouble that followed if she allowed a stranger unlimited liberty. After only five minutes alone with her first husband, she’d jumped him. Lust robbed her of all her cognitive abilities. At her age, she should know better than to let him touch her. “I’d better call my son.”

“Wait.” Vaughn caught her wrist. “Don’t panic. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Her face on fire, she scanned his serious expression. His gray eyes reflected a concern she’d not observed on a man’s face since her husband’s death.

“You know I find you attractive, and if given the opportunity, I’d make love to you.” He crowded closer and blocked her means of escape.

She tugged on her hand. The alluring voice of temptation whispered a titillating tale of frolicking around in bed with him at a resort hotel. Other visions followed—playing in the waves on a distant shore, having sex on a sandy beach, or dancing in the dark under a star-studded sky. She shook her head and fought for a reason not to finally satisfy her deep-seated yearnings. There were no ties to bind her in the morning. Why not?

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Thanks Tina for the sharing,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Dark Chocolate and Strawberries, #daryldevore, #hotread, #twistedfairytale




Heat rating – 4

Tagline - What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?


Excerpt G rated
When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood's Chocolatier –the corporate offices of one of the country's largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway and marched toward her cubicle.
Three steps from her destination, the word, “Esmeralda!” broke the silence.
Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, and turned. “Yes, Mother?”
“Where have you been? I've called and called.”
“I noticed. Six voice mails and fourteen text messages. Nothing flagged urgent. You seem fine. I'm fine. So, what's the big deal?” She frowned. What could be the problem? “Oh no, is it Grandma?”
Her mother threw her hands up. “Yes!”
“What? What's wrong? Is she sick? She didn't fall and break anything, did she?”
“She's driving me out of my mind.”
Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, “What's she done now?”
“Not here. Come into my office.”
“Can I go put my coat and things—”
Hearing her mother's sigh of frustration, Red surrendered then remembered that following her mother to her office would mean passing by the office of Stanley Parkinson, VP of Sales. She stood a little taller, pulled in her stomach and strode near his office then deflated at the sight of his closed door.
Red had barely stepped into the office marked R. Hood, when her mother pushed her aside and closed the door. “Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship and is taking a man with her.”
Sensing So what?? was the wrong answer, Red let her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment she might forget the weekly discussion of her love life.
“A man. Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Mother.” Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves, scarf and onto the seat next to her then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand carved, oak desk. It provided an imposing barrier between mother and daughter.
“I haven't told you this before, but your grandmother's going through your grandfather's money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice cream after a breakup.”
“Mom!”
Folding her immaculately manicured hands and placing them on her desk, Red's mother looked up. “Your flight's at two.”
“Excuse me?”
“I've booked a flight to Miami and a stateroom on The Emerald Forest.”
Red shook her head. “I can't afford a stateroom on a junior accountant's salary.”
“The company is paying. I had my secretary send everything to your cell. Now, you have no time to talk. Go home, pack, find your passport and save your grandmother.”
Red's voice rose an octave, “Save my grandmother? From what?”
R. Hood placed her fingers on her forehead. “Save your grandmother from spending your inheritance on some gigolo. Your grandfather built this company from nothing to a multi-million dollar business. And he had to fight the big boys like Hersey and the Mars brothers to do it.”
Red sighed. “I know the corporate story, Mom. He started by making his chocolate in great grandma's kitchen and from those humble beginnings—”
“Put you through Harvard Business School,” snapped her mother.
“Only to be dumped in a junior accountant's position.”
“We'll fight later. Now go. No. Wait.” Red’s mother pressed an intercom button.
A disembodied voice responded. “Yes, Mrs. Hood?”
“The box for my mother-in-law, where is it?”
“I'll bring it right in, Mrs. Hood.” A moment later, the door opened and Brittnee entered carrying a silver box. She offered it to Mrs. Hood.
Robin pointed to her daughter. The secretary handed the box to Red and left the office, closing the door behind her. Red didn’t need to ask, she knew it was the box. It contained the new samples for next year's line. Grandma Hood retained the right of final decision on what chocolates were sold at Hood Chocolatier.
“Take those to your grandmother. A taste of home might bring her to her senses.”
Red held back a frustrated sigh. She didn't want to fly to Miami. If she was away, Katerina would jump at the chance to sink her claws into Stanley. Her man, the stud, the gorgeous VP of Sales who made her body swoon with desire whenever he walked by. The smell of his aftershave made her undies wet. Once, she rode from the lobby to the sixth floor with him and almost had an orgasm before the elevator doors opened. She couldn't concede this hunk of a man to Katerina. But what could she do?
Her mother snapped her fingers. “Why are you just sitting there? Go. Save your grandmother. Save your inheritance.”

Bio and Where to find Daryl Devoré
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.













Anita

Monday, November 19, 2018

Gritty, compelling, insanely sexy, "The Master " #eroticromance #ashebarker #katyswann



Media Kit
The Master
By Ashe Barker and Katy Swann


       Stormy Night Publications, 2018
       Release Date 16 August 2018
       Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, sports romance
       61000 words
       HEA ending



Tagline
       The lesser of two evils


Teaser Snippets

He was trying to be her dom and her coach, and he was starting to fear that he was failing at both.


Buy Links
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Blurb
After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

Publisher’s Note: The Master includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Author Synopsis

Life can’t get any better, can it?

Jodie Price has landed a hot new taekwondo coach and the offer of sponsorship to get her to the Tokyo Olympics. She needs to be at peak physical fitness for the qualifying championships so she’s more than willing to promise there’ll be no more drinking or partying until after the selection is over. But she can’t resist one last fling before the work starts in earnest. After all, one night at her favourite BDSM club won’t do any harm…

But she hadn’t bargained on her sexy new coach being a dom, and when she literally bumps into Dylan Atkins at the club he’s determined to show her that he’s her master, in the dungeon as well as in the dojang. A hard spanking settles the matter.

Jodie and Dylan agree to put their relationship on hold and concentrate on their sport, but they can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s not long before Jodie ends up in his bed with her ass burning from another punishment. Their relationship deepens, and Jodie’s life seems perfect as she sets her sights firmly on making it to Tokyo with Team GB.

But when she discovers that the very person she thought of as her saviour is out to destroy her career with blackmail and threats she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse, the repercussions are affecting her relationship with Dylan. Suddenly, she has a lot more to lose than just her dreams of Olympic gold.

Excerpts (PG)

Dylan raised his eyebrows and gave Jodie a stern glare. “That’s the second time you’ve told me to shut up this week.”
Jodie grinned. “So, what are you going to do about it? Spank me?”
Dylan’s laugh finally broke the tension. “If you were my sub, then yes. But, lucky for you, you’re not. Okay, we’ll forget it ever happened.”
Not a chance. Jodie smiled sweetly and nodded. “While we’re on the subject, can I ask you a question?”
He tilted his head to one side and eyed her suspiciously. “Go on.”
“What were you doing at the club on Friday? Were you looking for someone to play with?”
“Not particularly. As I’m still fairly new to the area I thought I’d check out the local scene. I didn’t have any plans to play. I was there just to observe, but then I bumped into you.”
Jodie grinned, warmth flushing her cheeks. “I’m glad you did.”
Dylan gave her the sexy dom look that made her muscles turn to jelly—stern and uncompromising. “That was supposed to be a punishment.”
“Yeah, and it was. It bloody hurt. But it reminded me of why I got into the kink scene in the first place.”
“Oh?” Dylan raised his eyebrows and fixed his eyes on her, as if trying to see inside her head.
Jodie’s belly flipped as the power coming from them seemed to strip away her outward bravado. She knew without a doubt that he would always see right through her and would never let her get away with anything but total honesty.
“I… er… well, I’ve always found the whole concept of D/s fascinating. You know, a submissive giving up control for her dom and that dom punishing her if she deserves it and rewarding her if she’s been good. BDSM had become a bit of a game for me. I’d go along to the clubs and scene with someone because it was fun, but there wasn’t any actual D/s involved. In most cases, I’d end up telling the dom what to do. Anyway, that night, when you spanked me, you reminded me of what it feels like to be a real sub. Your punishment made sense and left me feeling grounded and chastised. I liked that feeling,” she finished in a whisper. Oh, God, what am I saying? “Shit, that sounds weird. Sorry, just ignore me.”
Dylan smiled, dropped his fork then rested his hand on hers. “It’s not weird at all. It sounds to me like you are a submissive who just needed a little reminder about the true nature of D/s.”




About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann

Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

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Thanks for sharing, 

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Black Dragon's Moon #Fantasy #MFRWauthor #EroticMystery





Dragon Center agent, Dee Butterfield, finally has the job she's always longed for. On her first assignment, her job is to protect sculptor, Scott VanHorn. His rich dragon blood tempts her into an affair, which could not only jeopardize her career but possibly her life. 

Determined to find out who killed his best friend, Scott poses as a struggling artist to help the Dragon Center investigate a corrupt art dealer. He had ulterior motives for requesting Dee as his protector, getting her in his bed not the least of them, however, Scott soon realizes his mistake. 

When the mission becomes more dangerous than either of them anticipates, Scott's black dragon blood stirs to protect Dee while hers calls for retribution. 



Excerpt:

“It doesn’t matter you’re not looking at me as a potential mate. We’re only here to have a little fun.”

His dark eyes narrowed to small slits. “The terms of engagement?”

She stepped closer. Her silk covered breasts brushed against his broad chest. The sexy purr of the fabric whispered between them. “I’ll be honest I want to make love to you. But I’m not interested in anything more serious.”

“No ties,” His burning gaze ran over her face. Hot hands gripped her hips, “is that it?”

“You got it. I want to keep my job as a Dragon Center agent. That can’t happen if I get married.”

His eyes shifted to her mouth, hunger flared in their darkness. A swipe of his tongue moistened his lips. The hands on her hips slid over her backside, pressing her into his rock-hard erection. She shivered.

“We’re only going to have a little fun.” Her hands worked their way around his neck. “Agreed?”

He moved his lips within a breath of hers before he responded. “No.”

His mouth claimed hers. -

Read more at http://www.anitaphilmar.com/bdmchapter.html

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Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Playing in the Naked Bluff, Texas #WesternErotica #HEA #ASMSG


As some of you know, I'm a Texas girl.

So when I started thinking about a new series and where it could occur, it was a no brainer for me--in Texas.

Next, I enjoyed writing my free read which happened in the early 1800's. The past was drawing me again to play. So I decided to write another erotic historical story.

Set in Texas in the 1800's, the world is changing and the people are having to change with it.

When I sent it to my editor, she had this to say. "I had never read a historical romance...I was afraid it was going to be like the old Harlequin days, nothing but manhood and mounds lol. But I really liked yours! Good storyline and steamy...perfect combo :-)"


The series is called Naked Bluff, Texas. It's about people in a small town near the Trinity River. This first story plunges you into the series with a splash.



Here's the blurb to give you an idea of what's to come.


A little dip in the Trinity river to cool off couldn’t cause any problem, could it?
Wading naked into the water, Carolyn Evans makes one misstep and finds herself in deep water, fighting for her life.
Zack Goodman is willing to rescue her from not only the swift current but the embarrassing situation of being hauled onto the deck of a steamship naked.
However, will he release her from her claim that they are married? Or will he teach her once words are spoken they’re not so easily retracted? 




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Monday, November 12, 2018

Saving Sharlee by Alyssa Bailey #Military #Romance #HEA



    Title           Saving Sharlee (Safe and Secure BK1)
    Author       Alyssa Bailey
    Release 
  Date           April 26, 2018 (e)


    Taglines

She was independent but going against his orders could get her killed. http://bit.ly/savesharlee


Blurb
Sharlee Armstrong is happy spending her professional life in seclusion as Vapor, a highly sought out independent information broker. Though she has plenty of high paying clients, the offer from Reynaud & Associates piques her curiosity. During the interview, her libido is also piqued when she meets Jacquard Reynaud—gorgeous, sexy, and dominant.
The job, not just the boss, intrigues her and she accepts the offer. But things spiral out of control, and she finds her reputation, livelihood, and life in jeopardy. Jac and the rest of the alpha males on her new team demand she keep a low profile, but she has other ideas.
The minute she steps foot into his office, and life, Jac knows he has to have Sharlee, but first he must keep her safe—not just from some unknown threat, but from Sharlee herself. He loves her sass but worries that she’ll find herself in real trouble if he cannot keep her under control. So, despite her protests, he takes her in hand. For her own good.
Will she ever learn to let Jac protect her? Can she let Jac and the rest of the team into her previously quiet, mostly solitary life?


Purchase Links
Alyssa on Amazon:   https://goo.gl/r9XjXd
Excerpt 
She heard another sound and knew without looking that it was the man she dreamed about and craved. Jac had found her and she smiled when she imagined what he was thinking. She was walking on the treadmill, the woman who didn’t exercise except the minimum needed to stay minimally fit.
The sound changed, but he made no move to speak to her. Jac was a rather impatient man when things weren’t going his way. He’d climbed on his universal machine and had begun repetitions. She loved to watch his muscles ripple. He wasn’t yet forty and his sweaty well-defined body would create cream in hers every time.
 She surreptitiously cut her eyes in the direction of the sound and saw him staring at her, working his body. His cock was at half-mast. How, she had no idea, but he was aroused even when he was exercising. He didn’t falter in his movements but continued to keep his eyes on her. She looked away and then back again. God she wanted him, cared about him. How was she going to tell him what she needed while he rocked her boat so completely?
Her step hesitated and then she stumbled as she tried to regain control. The machine shut down and his hand was on her, stabilizing her. Sharlee looked up into his eyes and there was a whole conversation there. He wanted her, cared for her, hoped they could work it out—all displayed in those eyes. There was also the protectiveness, a fierceness of ownership, a hint of control that he could never leave behind completely.
This was Jac, her man. The one she’d have to leave if things didn’t change enough. And it would kill her.


 Author Bio

 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing about consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe in spite of herself. 
If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. She writes about historical and contemporary love.


Twitter: @blushingalyssa  https://twitter.com/blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/
Amazon:   https://goo.gl/r9XjXd  


Other Romance Books by Alyssa Bailey

Lone Wind Series:  Contemporary, spicy Native American-1) Reclaiming Clover
Lairds, Lords, and Little Ladies: Georgian Historical, spicy- 1) Lord Thayer’s Choice 2) Lord Ashton’s Decision 3) The Black Laird Requires
Chase Abbey Series: Regency, Sweet and Spicy, suspense- 1) Lord Barrington’s Minx 2) Becoming Lady Barrington 3) Lady Caroline’s Defiance 4) His Improper Lady
Safe and Secure Series: Contemporary, suspense, spicy- 1) Saving Sharlee
The O’Connor Series: Contemporary, Rancher, Saga, Spicy
Liam & Jocelyn’s Story- 1) Her Sweet Complication 2) Liam’s Lessons 3) Loving Liam
Ciarán and Katherine’s Story 1) His Gentle Persuasion 2) Rancher’s Creed 3) Katie Consents
Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story 1) Quinlan’s Quest 2) Accepting His Way 3) A Balancing Act
Kelli and Parker’s Story 1) Meeting Her Needs 2) Kissing Kelli 3) Keeping Kelli
Cián and Molly’s Story-Coming Winter 2018
Clearwater Ranch -Contemporary, Rancher, Spicy 1) Piper’s Plan
Taming Texanna -American Historical, Marshall, Native American, Spicy
Cowboy Welcome- Contemporary, Spicy
Anthologies
Sweet Town Love, Historical Heroes, Hero to Obey















Anita

Friday, November 9, 2018

A #HolidayRecipe: Lily and the Gambler by @LyndiLamont #Romance



Lily & the Gambler
By Linda McLaughlin
Sensual Western Historical Romance

Blurb:

Respectability is in the eye of the beholder. Or so Lily Penhallow hopes when she assumes the guise of the widow Albright. She has learned the price of flaunting convention and is determined to obey society's rules from now on. After her lover, Nigel Albright, was killed in a duel over a card game, Lily dons widow’s weeds and travels to Grass Valley, California where she plans to marry the man her uncle works for, a respectable mine owner named Hugh Ogilvie. Then, on the riverboat from San Francisco, she meets Creighton 'King' Callaway, a professional gambler, just the kind of man she should avoid.

King believes that since life is a gamble, there's no point in planning for the future. You have to trust Lady Luck. After meeting Lily, King knows he has found his Queen of Hearts. But can he convince her to pass up a sober businessman for a foot-loose card sharp?

Only Lady Luck knows for sure...

(Previously published in a shortened version by Amber Quill Press)

Buy links:
Coming Soon to Other Retailers

Excerpt:

Lily smiled at him. “That was quite a trick. Do you tell fortunes, too?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Is the lady interested?”

“Perhaps,” she said, aware he was flirting with her again and annoyed with herself because she was enjoying it. “There should be a deck of cards here somewhere.”

“No cards required. Just let me see your palm.”

Unable to stop herself, Lily stripped off her gloves and let him take her hand. He held it in his left hand, and with his right index finger, traced the lines on her palm. Shivers ran up her arm at each caressing touch. His scent, a mixture of bay rum, male musk, and a faint hint of tobacco, overwhelmed her.

“What do you see?” she asked, her voice suddenly breathless.

“Health and long life.”

“What, no handsome stranger?” she joked.

He raised his head and stared into her eyes. “Oh, yes, I see romance ahead for you. With a dark haired fellow. But he isn’t a stranger.”

For what seemed an age, she stared into his green-gold eyes while her pulse quickened and warmth stole through her veins. It would be so easy to surrender to the feelings he evoked.

“I also see a fork in the road ahead,” he added softly. “You have a decision to make. A very important decision.”

She snatched her hand away, knowing she couldn’t afford to be distracted by him. It wasn’t as if he had made her any promises. “I think you need to practice your fortune-telling skills, Mr. Callaway.”

He chuckled. “There’s something else I’d like to practice.” Cupping her chin, he stared at her, his eyes full of half promises. “Oh, hell, I may get my face slapped for this, but…” His hand moved to the back of her neck as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the kiss. Then a door slammed somewhere in the house, reminding her of where they were. She pushed him away. “How dare you?” she hissed.

He gave her a lazy grin. “What’s that old saying? Nothing ventured, nothing gained?”
“I think you’d best be going.”

He paused at front door, turned and held her gaze for a moment, then left.

She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. What had she been thinking to let him kiss her, however briefly?



Original Holiday Recipe: Lyndi's Cranberry-Blueberry Delight

Ingredients:

1 14 oz. can of Whole Berry Cranberry Sauce
1 package of fresh blueberries (about 4 oz.)
1 cup of golden raisins

Mix, chill and serve. That's it!

The recipe serves 8-10 ladies. (The attached photo doesn't reflect the full recipe. It's what is left over after a couple of days of snacking on it.) I’ve also spread it on turkey sandwiches in lieu of regular cranberry sauce.

Since it's so simple, it's easy to experiment. Add nuts for crunch or sweeten to taste, if it's too tart. I'm thinking about adding some of those little marshmallows next time for color and sweetness.


Author bio:

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. A native of Pittsburgh, PA. she now lives in Southern California.

You can find her online at http://lindalyndi.com

Twitter: @Lyndi Lamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont


Thanks for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving,

Anita