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Monday, February 10, 2014
WHICH STORY FROM A CELTIC TAPESTRY IS YOURS?
Looking for a hot spicy romance to warm up these cold winter nights? Well, look no further. Moon Rose Publishing can offer you seven stories, all based on the wheel of the Celtic year. Each story is available as a short on Amazon. Take the quiz, find 'your story' and fall in love with A Celtic Tapestry.
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Sunday, February 2, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
AMBER LEA EASTON & ANONYMITY
A Blurb of Anonymity
New year, new
beginnings. Alyssa McNeil is on a mission of breaking free of her comfort zone,
reinventing herself, and forgetting the fact that her ex is getting married on
New Year's Eve. She's in Belize for a week of sun, fun, adventure, and
flirtation. Meeting Luke is an unexpected bonus…falling in love with him,
though, simply isn't part of the plan.
Luke Picket
is more than happy to go along with her idea of a no strings, uncomplicated
weeklong fling. He embraces his bachelor lifestyle and can't see that changing
any time soon. But when they find themselves trekking through the jungle and
facing turbulent seas together, his hard heart softens.
But they'd
agreed on anonymity, on a first-name-only-no-strings love affair, and neither
wants to ruin the moment with unwanted declarations. Old beliefs are
challenged. Doubts questioned. Will they stick to their deal and go their
separate ways when the week is over? Or will the new year bring them a new
attitude about love?
Excerpt of "Anonymity"
Her thoughts drifted to Luke.
She'd admired how he'd laughed after tipping in the kayak, bantered easily with
Rosie, smiled at her as if he'd known her for years, and had obviously made
friends with the scuba divers who acted like he was a part of their group. He
had a way about him, a magnetic pull. She grinned at the way his shirt had
molded to his body. Yeah, even now as the rum haze wore off she wanted to strip
him naked and explore that body. Laughing at her thoughts, she tossed the ring
onto the pillow and closed her eyes.
The knock on her cabana door
surprised her. Probably Rosie. Had she signed the bar receipt? She couldn't
remember.
Showered and dressed in a loose
yellow sundress, she walked barefoot toward the persistent knocking. She yanked
the door open and stared. There he was, dressed in dry blue t-shirt, khaki
shorts, and flip-flops. He tilted his head a bit to the side as he assessed
her, his grin contagious as he held up the forgotten metal box.
"You forgot your treasure at
the bar. I was a little hurt. I risked my life for this."
She rocked back on her heels,
struck by how the blue of his shirt emphasized his eyes. "I thought you
were going out with your friends."
"They're not my friends. I
met them the other night, a diving club from Dallas or somewhere like that. We
had a good time last night with my family at the bar that ended up with us all
jumping in the pool fully clothed. I guess I left my shirt behind, but that's
it." His shrug pulled the shirt tight over his shoulders. "We had a
deal, didn't we?"
Every fantasy she'd ever had came
to life in her mind. Sex on the beach, against a palm tree, on the deck, in the
king-sized bed behind her...every image created a slow burn deep in her gut.
"Scared? I'm harmless, I
swear. Rosie can vouch for me, she's known me for seven days now, that's the
equivalent of a lifetime on this small island."
"Said the serial killer
right before he pulled a knife."
"I know you want to."
His voice had lowered to a seductive purr. "Come with me. Have some fun.
Live a little."
She hadn't anticipated him
showing up, not with the leggy brunette hanging all over him. She already had
her e-reader prepped for a night of hanging out in the hammock listening to
waves lap against shore. She gripped the frame of the door and stared.
"Dinner and a town tour.
Simple," he said even as his gaze skimmed over her neck to her cleavage.
"Why do you want to keep our
deal?" she asked.
His gaze snapped back to hers.
"You're the most interesting thing that's happened to me in a long time. I
want more of that. Simple."
"I'm not..." she'd
almost said she wasn't brave, that she'd been dizzy from rum and travel, but
the look in his eyes stopped her. "What's the matter?"
"Why do you think
something's the matter?"
She squinted. Guilt shadowed his
eyes, but there was something else there, too. "Did I miss something after
I left?"
"I may have led people to
believe you were my girlfriend." He winced without breaking eye contact.
"Don't slam the door in my face."
"Are you afraid of the
supermodel who was coming onto you, Luke?" She folded her arms across her
chest and smiled at the idea of him using their brief flirtation as an excuse
to ditch the group from the bar. "Do you need me to save you from the
gorgeous brunette?"
"Save me, Alyssa.
Please." He leaned a hip against the door and extended the box toward her.
"Are you bribing me with
your found treasure? Interesting." She took the box and laughed.
"That's not much of a bribe.
You should hold out for more." He winked, his good humor convincing her
that she'd be a fool to say no.
She tilted her chin up, hoping
the fact that her knees were buckling didn't show. Going or not wasn't a
question of want...she definitely wanted. She caught her lower lip between her
teeth and studied him through narrowed eyes. If she followed through with
impulse, she knew she'd end up sleeping with him before the night ended. Did
she want to cross that line? Did she really want to seize the moment, embrace
carpe diem and all of that bullshit she'd been telling herself since getting on
the plane in Denver? Those were the questions that made her hesitate.
"You won't regret it."
His blue eyes danced with mischief, almost as if he knew exactly what questions
tumbled through her brain. "Please come out and play, Alyssa."
She smiled at his boyish use of
the word 'play.' "Since you said please...give me a minute to get
ready."
Opening the box, she chose a
bracelet laced with various colors of blue stones, brushed the sea salt and
sand from it, and wrapped it around her wrist. She couldn't help but laugh.
Well, grandma, I'm definitely out
of my comfort zone and taking chances.
Luke's gaze moved over her like a
light caress. Rather than a predator or some sleezeball who picked up women on
a whim, he resembled a confident man about to take a woman on a date. Black
hair no longer stuck out in every direction; rather it fell lightly across his
forehead and skimmed his ears. Salt no longer stuck to his neck yet the impulse
to taste his skin beneath her tongue superseded all common sense. Exhilaration
pumped through her veins at the idea of possibilities.
"I promised you fun and I
always keep my word. Trust me," he whispered against her ear while she
locked her door. His hand touched the exposed skin of her back.
Her hands trembled at her sides.
Desire rushed through her like lava erupting from a volcano. Everything she'd
wanted while sitting at the bar doubled in intensity. She turned within the
small space between his body and the door and surrendered to temptation.
Standing on tiptoes, she slid her hands over his chest and up to his shoulders.
"It's cliché to say I don't
normally do this kind of thing, but I honestly don't. This is a first for
me," she said.
"What part? The traveling
solo part or the going out with a stranger in a foreign country part?"
"Both."
"No past, no future."
He slipped his hand behind her neck and stopped within a fraction from kissing
her. "No judgment, no regret."
He surprised her by stepping back
and snagging her hand. Laughing, he pulled her to the sand and toward the
beach.
"Tease," she said,
bumping her shoulder against his.
"You've been bossy
enough—stealing my treasure, bullying me into taking you out—tonight I'm in
charge."
"Oh, really?" She liked
that idea more than she'd admit. The thought of him taking charge, being in
control, turned her on in ways she hadn't imagined.
From the way he looked at her,
either he'd read her mind or they were on the same page.
They walked along the beach into
town, hands grazing each other, arms touching. The stars shone like crystals in
the night sky that meshed with the blackness of the ocean. Wind tossed her
dress around her knees and plastered it to her thighs.
"Any excursions
planned?" he asked after a lengthy silence.
"Tomorrow I'm going on the
Lamanai trip to the mainland to see the Mayan ruins. I booked it online when I
made the reservation here, but now I wish I hadn't." She watched a water
taxi speed buy them loaded down with rowdy tourists.
"I'm on that trip,
too."
She squinted at him. "No,
you're not."
"I am. My family was here
all last week and I have little nieces and nephews. No one wanted to do the
adventurous things with me so I waited until they left." He smiled down at
her, black hair falling across his eyes with the steady wind blowing inland.
"I did see the zoo, though. Fun times."
"What did they think of you
staying behind?" She pushed her hair behind her ears, wishing she had
brought a hair tie of some kind.
"They're used to me doing my
own thing." He shrugged and looked toward a passing boat. "What did
your family think of you coming down here alone?"
"It's
uncharacteristic." She fell into step with him as they resumed walking
into town.
"You seem pretty adventurous
to me." He winked and then laughed when she looked away. "I meant it
when I said this was a simple dinner...after that, whatever happens, happens. I
don't expect anything. Don't worry."
She felt the blush heat her face
and purposely averted her gaze to the sand in front of her feet. Maybe he
didn't expect anything, but she did. She swallowed the sudden flood of saliva
at the idea of getting him naked.
It's official; I've lost my mind.
She sighed and forced her
thoughts away from sex. Okay, so maybe she hadn't slept with anyone since Scott
and only one other man before him, which was years ago. Horny was an
understatement. Luke made her crave skin-on-skin. She'd wanted him to kiss her,
was a bit annoyed that he hadn't.
When music wafted down to the
beach from one of the bars, he snagged her against him and pulled her into a
dance. She laughed at the spontaneity.
"You're deep in
thought," he said with a smile. "That's not allowed."
"No?" She laughed when
he dipped her backward before snapping her back up to face him. "Are you
always so happy?"
"I'm on vacation and dancing
with a gorgeous blonde in the moonlight, of course I'm happy." He moved
her into a tight circle on the beach. The feel of his body against hers created
havoc with her nerves.
"This is crazy," she
whispered, not entirely sure if she was talking about her reaction to him,
their date, or the entire situation.
"Madness."
Give in, a voice encouraged from
deep within her psyche.
She skimmed her fingers over his
neck before sliding them into his hair. Grinning because it felt good to
abandon inhibitions, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
He slid his lips against hers,
eyes wide open and reflecting moonlight. His hands gripped her hips. Slowly,
they savored the taste of each other.
Tremors of desire began where
their lips met and rocked through her body to her toes until she felt certain
she'd collapse. Shaken, she locked her fingers behind his head and teased his
lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Intense. Hard.
Perhaps it was the beach or the aftereffects of Rosie's special concoction, but
she'd never felt like this from a kiss.
With a gasp, he lifted his face
from hers and stared into her eyes. His chest rose and fell against hers with
each steadying breath.
"Why do I feel like I just
dove off a cliff?" he asked without letting her go.
"Just go with it." She
smiled against his chin before sliding down the length of him until her feet
were firmly on the sand. Emboldened by the knowledge that his reaction mirrored
her own, she laced her fingers with his.
"Oh, I'm going with
it." He pulled her against his side. "I'm the go-with-the-flow kind
of guy, remember?"
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Author Bio:
Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years, she's worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry. Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking classes on a wide variety of subjects when time allows.
Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years, she's worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry. Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking classes on a wide variety of subjects when time allows.
Smart is
sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female
characters who have their flaws and challenges but ultimately persevere. She
currently has three romantic suspense novels out in the world, Kiss Me Slowly,
Riptide and Reckless Endangerment, and a contemporary romance novella,
Anonymity.
Her memoir,
Free Fall, released on September 1, 2013, and is dedicated to suicide
prevention, awareness, and helping others navigate the dark journey of grief.
In
addition to fiction writing, Easton also edits and freelances. She also speaks
on subjects ranging from writing to widowhood. Some of her videos on romance
writing have appeared on the international Writers & Authors television
network. Current radio appearances are linked via this site and her blog
Kisses, Caresses & Whispers in the Night.
Easton currently
lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives
thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration
from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life's twists and turns. At
the end of the day, as long as she's writing, she considers herself to be
simply "a lucky lady liv'n the dream."
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
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Sunday, January 26, 2014
Welcome to the Magical Mystical Worlds of Andrea Cooper
Today, please join me in the super uber mystical worlds of author Andrea Cooper. Lands where clans clash, fires flames and most importantly, lands where love still conquers all. Is there really anywhere else you would rather be? Thank you so much for sharing your stories with us today, Andrea.
Viking Fire Blurb: In 856 CE, Ireland is a land of myth,
magic, and blood. Viking raiders have fought the Irish for over half a century.
Rival Irish clans promise only betrayal and carnage.
Kaireen, daughter of Laird Liannon,
is suddenly forced into an arranged marriage with her sworn enemy, a Viking.
She refuses to submit. With no mention of love, only land and the protection of
her clan, she endeavors to get her betrothed banished from her country. Will
love find its way around her stubborn heart?
Bram, the Viking, finds himself
without future or inheritance as a younger son in his family. A marriage to the
Laird’s daughter would grant him land if he swears fidelity and if his men will
fight along with the Liannons against any foe—Irish or Viking. However, the
Laird’s feisty daughter only holds animosity for him and his kind. Is marriage
worth the battle scars of such a relentless opponent?
With the blame for a rival laird’s
death treacherously set against the Liannons, Kaireen and Bram must find a way
to lay aside their differences as an unforeseen darkness sends death snapping
at their heels.
Viking Fire Excerpt
Chapter One Ireland 856 CE (condensed)
“I
renounce Father for this.” Kaireen threw the elderberry gown.
“Shame
on you and your children for speaking such.” Her handmaid, Elva, gathered the
damask and then dusted off the rushes. “It’s a wonder one of the clim has not
scolded you from your hearth for such talk.”
“No,
curse Father for a fool.” She plopped on her bed and a goose feather floated
away. With a huff, she leaned against the oak headboard. Red curtains puffed
like a robin’s chest around oak poles supporting her wooden canopy.
Her
bare feet brushed against the stone floor.
“You
know your da arranged a marriage within a season.” Elva smirked.
Kaireen
shook her head. “To another land holder,” and waved a hand in disgust, “not
t-this heathen. Twice they raided our land in the last month alone. Now father
wants me as wife to one of them?” She clenched her fists. “No, I will not marry
this Viking.”
Elva
smiled, reminding Kaireen of the rumors of her handmaid’s uncanny foresight.
Whispers
of Elva making strange things happen and often blamed as the cause of
Kaireen’s
stubborn refusal to behave as a laird’s daughter should.
“You’ve
not seen him yet.” Elva wiggled her brows.
“So?”
Kaireen shrugged. “I would like to never see him.”
“Well
then, would you not like to know if you have a handsome husband or not?” She
waited for her response, but Kaireen scowled. Elva chuckled. “I would rather
get a good look at him now than the morning after.”
Kaireen’s
ears heated. “I am not marrying.” She shook her head for emphasis. “So there
will be no morning, nor night, nor wedding.”
“If
he is handsome, I may fight you for him.” Elva smiled, deepening the wrinkles
around her eyes.
“Welcome
to him either way.” Kaireen laughed.
The Garnet Dagger Blurb: Everyone
knows what happens when a vampire bites a human…but what if the victim is
Elvin?
Forbidden to cross the Elvin barrier into human lands, Brock
cannot sate his curiosity. Cursed by a vampyre bite that forces him to feed on
the life-essence of others, he is unable to touch another without taking their
life. Chained by prophesy, he must find a witch, pierce her heart, and draw her
blood for his cure.
Celeste must escape the monks who have held her prisoner for years. Her magic has been kept dormant by her captors. An ancient powerful Warloc craves her powers. If he succeeds in devouring her magic, she and his world will die.
When Brock falls in love with Celeste before realizing her demise is his cure, will love triumph over his desire to be healed? Will he risk everything to save her from a Warloc, an oath breaker, who also wants her dead?
Celeste must escape the monks who have held her prisoner for years. Her magic has been kept dormant by her captors. An ancient powerful Warloc craves her powers. If he succeeds in devouring her magic, she and his world will die.
When Brock falls in love with Celeste before realizing her demise is his cure, will love triumph over his desire to be healed? Will he risk everything to save her from a Warloc, an oath breaker, who also wants her dead?
The Garnet Dagger Excerpt: Chapter One (condensed)
I’ve known
death. For over half a millennia, I escorted many to death at the end of my
sword. In the eyes of the dying, I watched it shroud them. Foolishly, I thought
many more eras would pass before death came for me. It came so swiftly that I
could not run; I could not escape. At a village, dressed in human clothes, I
took in everything.
I delayed my
return to my people as I watched human jugglers bounce torches and knifes. It
was autumn equinox and the festivities would continue well into the night.
Children laughed as they chased each other. A trail of leaves from their
costumes twirled after them. It was dark when I reached the forest.
Cooper, Andrea R. (2013-03-25). The Garnet Dagger (Crimson
Romance) (Kindle Locations 60-67). F+W Media. Kindle Edition.
Andrea’s Bio: Growing up in Houston, Texas, Andrea has
always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late
twenties that she started writing novels.
What happened that ignited the writing
flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories.
They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real
world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly
like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three
kids (two boys and a girl).Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.
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