19 December 2014

A Look At 'Forgotten No More: A Lady Forsaken, Book Two' @CMcKnightWriter @GoddessFish #Regency #Romance

Today we have author Christina McKnight visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since. Currently, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance.
* Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My regency romanceForgotten No More: A Lady Forsaken, Book Two.

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
* A lady forgotten by all...
* Ruby St. Augustin must find the truth of her past to determine what her future holds. She only has a short time in London to uncover the identity of her real father and the secrets behind her birth. If anyone learns of her mission, she will disgrace everyone she holds dear. What she doesn’t expect is to draw the attention of a man who doesn’t care about his reputation or her past.
* A man mesmerized by one...
* Harold Jakeston is a man without wealth or title. Resigned to a life he loathes, Harold has the chance at a few weeks of freedom before being trapped in a future he wants no part of. When he’s drawn into the mysterious quest of a woman from his past, he embraces the opportunity to forget the life that awaits him. What he never anticipated is falling in love with a woman who ignites his desire to create a new future for himself and for her.
* A love neither can abandon...
~ Excerpt ~
London, England
January 1816
* Ruby took a deep breath before trying the final drawer that could hold all the answers to her past, her true heritage. Her lungs expanded; she held the air inside. She didn’t exhale until it burned. With trembling fingers, she reached for the last drawer and pulled.
* Her nicely trimmed nails nearly snapped when her grasp on the handle slipped from the force of her tug. The drawer hadn’t budged.
* Locked!
* “Oh, poppy cocks!” she hissed. Moving her hands to the folds of her evening gown, Ruby procured a small pouch tucked neatly into a hidden pocket. Setting it on the desk, she pulled out her array of lock-picking devices, really only hairpins and small wires she’d collected since her first night—and her first failed attempt at breaking into a desk—to help her disengage the drawer.
* She had to know what secrets this lord held. Would she find an envelope inside labelled ‘Abandoned Daughter,’ or a report from the Bow Street Runners with details about herself—her hair color, the particular green shade of her eyes, places she’d been, perhaps the details of her activities over the course of her life?
* Nothing worth finding was that simply ascertained.
* No man, married or not, would leave record of their nefarious past. It was more likely her father had not spared her, or her mother, a second thought after throwing his pregnant mistress from his townhouse in the middle of the night with no coat and no means to get home.
* Ruby was anything but a fool, but she found herself continuing to search regardless. She didn’t need a signed confession—she just needed that letter opener.
* Picks in hand, she knelt before the locked drawer and eyed the keyhole, blowing a wayward strand of hair that had fallen across her face. She’d been unsuccessful more often than not when attempting to open locked drawers. But luck may have been on her side this evening. She’d entered the ball with little fuss, shortly after the host and hostess had quit the receiving line. It was surprising how similar the layout of most London townhouses were. Ruby had navigated the halls of the second floor and found the room she sought fairly quickly, encountering not a soul.
* The pins slipped into the lock and her tongue darted out of her mouth to lick her lips as she concentrated on moving them exactly right to click the lock over. She fought to keep her hands steady when sweat broke out across her forehead. She was running out of time.
* Ruby applied a bit too much pressure and the pin snapped, falling uselessly into the locked drawer. “Damn you to hell, mother!” she cursed and sat back, wiping her slick brow.
* She’d always viewed herself as a sensible girl, a dutiful daughter, and an honest friend. She could only imagine the horror on Vi’s face if she saw her now. A common thief. A midnight prowler. A defiler of privacy.
* Although, it could not be helped.
* She sought answers and at the moment all she had was an endless list of questions.
* Gaining her feet once more, she bundled her kit and slipped it back into her pocket. She turned her attention to the long table against the wall behind the desk. Leaning over, she ran her hand along the underside of the ornately carved piece, feeling for hidden compartments or—if her luck returned—a forgotten folder of papers.
* “Sherry, Miss Ruby?” an oddly familiar voice asked behind her.

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17 December 2014

Haven’t you heard about The Beast? ~ @mamaD8 @evernightpub #MWTease #holiday #BDSM

Welcome to the middle of the week!
Mid Week Tease is an event where authors are spotlighting a few lines or a paragraph or two from their stories. Readers, you get to sample some delicious snippets and be teased, titillated and tantalized into the weekend!

This week I'm happy to give my blog over to Doris O'Connor, author of Bought for Christmas. She's going to share some information before her tease. Enjoy!

* Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas. :)
* Emilia Duncan is in sore need of a miracle this Christmas, never more so then when she finds out that she has been sold to The Beast to save her father’s company.
* Not honouring the contract is out of the question. Besides, she has been lusting after Hunter Monahan for as long as she can remember. Her father’s former friend has starred in every one of her erotic dreams, since she was old enough to have them.
* A weekend of debauchery is what she signs up for… She doesn’t count on falling in love with the man behind the scars. This man she cannot resist, and as secrets spill and emotional walls come tumbling, maybe she will get that miracle she needs.
* It is Christmas, after all…
~ Blurb ~
* ~Editors Pick~
* I’m the beast, haven’t you heard...
* Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?
* Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.
* Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.
~ The Tease! (a.k.a. Excerpt) ~
* “I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.
* “No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”
* His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.
* “You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.
* A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.
* Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.
* Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.
* He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
* “Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”
* Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.
* “Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.
* “This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”
* Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
* Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.
* “Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.
* Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.
* Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
* Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
* “Fuck, yes. Do that again.”
* His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.
* “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

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About Doris O'Connor
* Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
* There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
* She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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16 December 2014

Welcome special guest: author Leigh Carron ~ @LeighCarron @GoddessFish #romance

Today we have author Leigh Carron visiting.
What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* An American living in Canada. Chocolate snob. Recovering yo-yo dieter. Devoted mom and wife, blessed with a brilliantly witty daughter and unintentionally humorous husband. My wacky family feed my creativity and fuel my passion. Most nights, you will find me either curled up with a sexy romance or, more often, sitting at my computer, tapping out the countless visions in my head.
* To me, there is nothing better in a narrative than perfectly flawed but strong characters and intense romance that is sexy, deep, and sensual. Mm…I liken such stories to a box of Godiva. Decadent and delicious! You can’t stop at just one. In fact, I’m now hard at work on my next novel—A Naked Beauty, the conclusion to Fat Girl.

So, Leigh Carron, what/who inspired you to become a writer?
* The amazing Judy Blume. I can remember reading Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret when I was around 10 and thinking someday I’m going to write a book. I finally did it!

When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
* I wrote many short stories as a teen and young adult, but didn’t have the confidence to do anything with them.

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
* Fat Girl is my first full-length novel. Getting there was a long, winding road. The characters came to me about 4 years ago. Initially just flirting and teasing. But eventually I stopped playing around and wrote the thing, only to scrap it. I just wasn’t feeling the storyline. So I went back to the drawing board and finished another version. However, I wrote it in the third person narrative. A style I usually enjoy, but something felt as though it were missing. Once again back I went, this time trying it from both Dee and Micah’s first person POVs. And that was it! I heard their voices so clearly, the characters and story felt right.
* That revision took me a year. But after having it professionally edited and proofed, I immediately self-published. There was never a question for me on the publishing aspect. I like to have creative control…control in general. Self-publishing as a newbie was the only way I could get that. Some days it’s tough to balance marketing with writing, but I am learning a ton and love being hands on.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
* The best: Write every day. Make your passion a daily habit to keep up the momentum and hone your craft. Not always realistic with life getting in the way, but I try. And finish your book, no matter what.
* The worst: Map out your story in advance and set a schedule. This may be the best advice for some writers, but it doesn’t work for me. I tend to do better with minimum structure. When I attempt to plan out my story or my time, I find my creativity gets stifled and it limits the flow of my writing. That doesn’t mean I don’t set some guidelines to keep on track. I do. My muse and I just don’t adhere to a rigid schedule.

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series?
* Fat Girl is the first book in the Perfectly Imperfect series. I love characters that are beautifully flawed. The little nicks, scuffs, and chips offer dimension. They’re more interesting, more appealing. The imperfections are in fact perfect because they make them who they are.
* Fat Girl is a two-parter that will conclude with A Naked Beauty. Coming soon. To be followed by two other books in the series featuring Dee’s friends, Jordyn and Lexie.

What sparked the idea for the story/series?
* The inspiration for Fat Girl came from my own struggles growing up with body issues and knowing how many other women struggle with the same.
* Dee’s self-confidence and self-worth have been damaged by a number of factors in her life. She often appears to be mired in the past, in her battles with food and her body, but I see her as a fighter. Strong, smart, independent and perfectly imperfect.
* Fat Girl is a sexy romance about the tumultuous and passionate relationship between former lovers, and the family ties that connect them. But it is also the story of a woman’s journey to find what we all want and need, unconditional love and self-acceptance.

*** Now for some fun info… ***
Would you/have you own(ed) a snake or some other exotic pet?
* Sure. Snakes are great, low maintenance pets. They eat and potty once a month. How can you argue with that? Instead I have a high maintenance dog that thinks he’s a human! But he’s lovable. : )

Which do you prefer: rain or sun & warm weather or cold weather?
* In Toronto I experience cold weather about 8 months of the year, so my pick is definitely warm and sunny.

If you could live anywhere in the universe, where would it be and why?
* Planet Peace! Ah…wouldn’t such a place be awesome?

If you were stranded on a desert island and were only allowed to have five modern conveniences with you, what would they be?
* 1. Running water – 2. Laptop – 3. Internet service – 4. Blender (which means I’d also need Daiquiri mix and ice) – 5. Microwave

*** About Leigh Carron’s book… ***
~ Blurb ~
* Years after fleeing small-town Springvale, Illinois, Deanna Chase has picked up the pieces of her shattered heart and built a new life for herself as a child advocacy lawyer. Her food addiction is quasi under control, her secrets are buried, and she has even made a tenuous peace with her plus-size body. Until…
* Micah Peters—the very sexy and now famous man she fled— walks through her office door and sends Dee reeling. His demand that she help a young boy caught in a custody battle will reunite her with the past she left behind.
* Torn between duty and self-preservation, Dee isn’t easy to convince. But when obligation wins, the former lovers get more than they bargained for—a searing passion that burns hotter than ever and startling revelations about what really happened the fateful night she left.
* Will the truth set Dee free to love again? Or will past hurts and lingering insecurities destine her to walk away from her heart again, this time for good?
* Fat Girl is the first book in this provocative two-part series about love and self-acceptance.
~ Excerpt ~
* “Mick…”
* My hand slides up her neck, testing the rapid beat of her pulse.
* “Don’t,” Dee breathes, but the protest sounds as weak as my will to withstand her.
* I lower my head and skim my lips along her bare shoulder. The fragrance of her soft, quivering skin seduces my senses.
* “I’ve never gotten the smell of you out of my head…or the taste of you.”
* Her breath hitches and I pull the sound deep into my mouth. I might regret my weakness later, but the silk of her lips, the sweet flavor I’ve never forgotten, spins my head, and trumps all rational thought or common sense.
* I tug the band from her hair and grab two fistfuls of curls. And Dee’s right with me. No token resistance. No pretense. She gives back, just the way I need it. Hot and mindless. Going up on her toes, she winds her arms around my neck and molds her body to mine. Our tongues collide in a rush of longing. Tasting, tangling.
* No woman has ever filled me so completely, to the exclusion of everything else. In that moment of frenzy, the past, my anger, and her transgressions are all white noise against the clamor of something louder and more powerful roaring in my blood.
* I crush her back into the counter and muscle my thigh between her legs, leaving no doubt as to how badly I want her. Releasing my grip from the twist of curls I cup her unfettered breasts through the thin material and squeeze their ripe fullness. The nipples harden to bullets beneath my palms, and when I whisk my thumbs across the peaks, Dee’s breathy moans drive me full throttle.

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