How many times have you heard someone day, “I don’t believe in Ghost.”
This statement is usually followed by something like, “Well there was that time that caused me to wonder for a moment”.
In my book Deviltry Afoot the townsfolk are battling that sort of skepticism as an evil unseen force is spreading over their city.
One mother will embark on a journey through the unknown seeking justice for her daughters death.
Her nemesis’s committed a horrendous act as a child. Now in spirit he continues to spread terror.
Can the power of motherly love overcome darker powers?
Does well ultimately conquer evil?
I have always loved to write. I write everything including daily to do list.
When I was a young child we lived on a farm in the country and playmates were in short supply.
I developed a fertile imagination and played out whole scenarios alone in the fields.
When my cousins came over, all boys, the games changed. They had no interest in girly ideas.
Writers today are in an opportune time to get their work out there. Pay on Demand and social media offer a chance at pursuing their goals.
Traditional publishers are looking for know moneymakers for the most part and it is hard for a first book to get attention. There is a wealth of talent out there and now the means for showcasing talented artist is available.
Through social media you will meet other writers who are finding there way through marketing techniques. You will meet new friends who help each other with tips and more.
Believe in your work and dig in to the marketing aspect. You will learn how the publishing industry operates and how best to get the word out about your work.
Some days you will spend a goodly time at it others maybe only five minutes but keep at it.
Dreams do come true!
Thank you, Carol for taking a moment of your time to spend with our readers today!
About the Author:
Carol Pritt lives in the northeast Ohio. She has a large family and enjoys reading, writing, spending time her family and pet.
She has a Associate Degree in Pre-Professional Journalism and a Associates Degree in Liberal Arts from LorainCountyCommunity College.
Tina’s daughter is savagely murdered.Tina comes to know the police won’t be able to solve the crime because the answers are to be found in the supernatural realm and sets out determined to find answers herself.
Donald chose evil when he was a living being. Brought back to spirit he continues spreading terror.
As Tina explores, others come to know that something outside the norm is at work in Pendale.
Will the power of love bring light overcoming the spreading darkness?
Deep into an uneasy dream Tina’s face was twisted in consternation.
Dan had not stayed over this evening. She’d told him she needed time to gather strength and come to grips with what lay ahead.
He’d looked hurt. She knew he could not understand her need to be alone at such a time.
He offered to sit up with her all night.
She told him she was wrung out; she would be able to sleep a bit.
She longed to fall into unconsciousness and to block all thought.
Her bedroom felt airless.
The little clock on her nightstand seemed to have a very loud tick tonight. The dials revealed it to be 1:00 pm.
Still asleep Tina shifted her weight to lie on her back.
Her heavy cotton nightgown became bunched up under the small of her back. Suddenly she brought up her hands folding them over her chest in the position that the dead are laid out.
Beads of sweat broke out on her face, although the temperature in her room was a cool sixty-four degrees.
She was carrying groceries to her car in a dark parking lot.
Behind her there was a small convenience store. It was lit up. The buildings light stopped at the front of the building.
Tina tossed her bag of groceries into the passenger side of the seat. Just as she lifted her leg to get in behind the wheel she thought of her mother. She’d yell up a storm if she could see her now. As a teen Tina was lectured countless times about getting into a car alone. First check out the back seat to make sure no one was lurking there, she could still her mom stress.
Tina sat her leg back down on the pavement. She opened the back door. All clear.
She slid into the front seat closing her door and rolling down her window most of the way.
Glancing out her open window she began to shake all over.
Two hands with long tapered fingers suddenly grasp the window!
As if in slow motion a hooded figure raised itself!
Her door was flung open wide.
It pushed her backward sending her sprawling across the seat.
She was immobile from fear.
The thing lowered itself to her feet.
It covered her with its form inch by inch.
Its dark cloak was spread wide to enfold her completely.
Her heart thumped so hard she felt ready to pass out praying she would. It was up to her head now.
Tina was so cold it was as if she were entombed within a block of ice
The smell of decay surrounding her was so rank she could not catch a good breath.
The hood slipped back a bit. She could not decipher its features clearly. She could only make out black pinpoint eyes.
Drool oozed from its mouth. A great gob of spittle plunked down on her forehead.
She let out a scream.
She thought she’d cried out, and awoken.
It was actually only phase two.
Still dreaming she thanked the Lord that it was only a nightmare.
Lights flickered from the traffic through her drapes.
Something in the room didn’t feel right.
The sheet was shifting downward of its own accord.
Two hands grasp the foot of the bed as a cloaked figure crawled up and over her!
She surrendered herself up to it.
She was entirely passive until sirens from a passing rescue unit brought her to an actual waking state ending her ordeal.
Rest would elude her the remainder of the night. She sighed and got up from the bed.
First light would signal the start of her greatest trial.
She must commend her only offspring to eternal rest.
IT IS OUR HONOR AND PLEASURE TO WELCOME, DEBORAH K. JENSEN TODAY…
~ROMANCE AND CRIME AUTHOR~
~DEBORAH K. JENSEN~
MBA&M: Good morning, Deb and welcome to MBA&M. Please give our readers who may not know you a few details about yourself?
DEBORAH:I live in Northern Minnesota with my husband of almost 32 years. My career for the most part has been in banking, out of necessity, and I say that in a nice way. I would much rather just spend my time indulging my creative self, but the bills must be paid. Before I began my banking career, I was involved with writing children’s books and tried to make my way as a career in children’s literature. Life took a bit of a turn for me and I needed to find a job to help support our family. And as I did, the corporate world took over and my writing took a back seat. Throughout the years, I would often take time to write, join conferences, and seek out advice from other authors which helped keep my writing in the fore front. At one time I thought that pursuing my dreams of being a published author were gone. Then one night the gift of a dream came to me. It was one of those dreams where one does not want to ever wake up from. And as hard as I tried to not, I did have to wake up but I kept thinking of that dream for days to come. I knew there had to be a story in there waiting to come out. That’s when my novel came to life and Beyond Escape was born.
MBA&M: What do you feel draws readers to Romance and Crime novels?
DEBORAH: People like to read about love stories because it helps them live vicariously through others. No matter how wonderful one’s own romantic life is, everyone always wants to read about other people’s love affairs. And then when you mix that with some mystery, it only adds to the excitement. If you think about every block buster Hollywood movie, there is almost always a relationship story between the male and female protagonists.
MBA&M: What was your inspiration behind writing “Beyond Escape”?
DEBORAH: After I realized from my dream that there was a story to be told, I reached back to my former life and it wasn’t long before the connection to my dream and my past experiences were formed. The dream consisted of a women seeking out love she so desperately needed. She met a young Latino lover and spent an amazing weekend at his Mexican retreat. What made the dream meaningful was that my own life and my parents were so intertwined into it that it made it all so real.The relationships that unfold, the people involved, and some of the circumstances are real. Which makes it pleasurable and scary at the same time.
MBA&M: Which scene was the most challenging to write for you?
DEBORAH: Probably the scene where Kim’s dad is in the hospital with complications of cancer was the hardest to write as that was one of the real life situations in my novel.The relationship Kim has with her father is a mirror of my own relationship with my dad.
MBA&M: Who was your favorite character to write?
DEBORAH: The easiest one was Kim because that character was pretty much based on me and some of my life’s relationships. The one I most enjoyed was Connie. I am still enjoying her character as I write the next novel. Connie is so much different than Kim and ultimately so different than me, which is why she was my favorite to write and I had fun with her character.
MBA&M: Which secondary character may have his or her own storyline next?Tell us a little about them?
DEBORAH: Oh my goodness without a doubt it’s Connie. She brings to the novel a very different perspective to life than the main character, Kim. Kim is the stable; sensible of the two, Connie is the vibrant often risqué character that often disappoints her friends. Readers will soon become interested in who she is.Readers have told me that in the next book, they want me to explore Connie; they want to know more about her.
MBA&M: How does your creative juices flow, characters first, then the plot, or vice versa?
DEBORAH: I would have to say my characters come first as they are based on real life people. So real that at times it was a little bit daunting to actually write the words and then see the characters come to life.
Tell our readers a little about how that works for you as an author?
DEBORAH: Again, my novel is based on real life characters and they have become so close to me that once I sit down to write, they are right there with me. I just have to focus, let go of the day, and they will come to me. Once I am in that zone, the words just flow; I really don’t have to think about it, my characters take over.
MBA&M: Who is one of your favorite authors to read, do you read crime novels or other genre?
DEBORAH: I have so many different authors in different genres that I enjoy that if I listed them, you would like I was crazy. Meaning that the genre I write is so different than what I read. I belong to a great book club whose members are very much into the classics and historical novels. I am always eager to oblige at what they chose for us to read as it takes me away from my normal course and I am always glad they steered me to a new experience.
MBA&M: In writing “Beyond Escape”, which do you feel gave you the most trouble or where the most challenging to write: the drugs, the secret love affair, or the murder scene?
DEBORAH: To tell you the truth, a lot of the love affairs and the expected drugs were real and to write it and then see it in print made me feel uneasy. In reality my stories could affect real people. My daughter, to this date, cannot get through the book as it brings her too many memories. Not about the drugs and affairs but because some of the characters, more specifically Jack and Nita, are actually fashioned after her grandparents. Because some of the novel is based on real life situations and people, it was hard for me to put these scenes into words as there are still family and some untold stories that perhaps some people would like laid to rest.
MBA&M: Please tell our readers where or how they may connect with you and where to purchase “Beyond Escape”?
DEBORAH: They can always connect with me on my webpage at www.deborahkjensen.com and my Facebook page at Deborah K. Jensen. My book can be purchased off my website but also it’s available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble in both print and EBook format.
Thank you,Deborah for taking a few moments of your time with us and our readers today!
About the Author
Deborah K. Jensen was born and raised in Minnesota. Writing has been a lifelong passion for Deborah although she spent most of her career in the finance world.
Beyond Escape is her debut novel, inspired by real life relationships and circumstances. Deborah currently lives in Northern Minnesota with her husband. They have two grown children.
Visit the author’s website: http://www.deborahkjensen.com/
Follow at: Twitter: @DeborahKJensen
DEBORAH K. JENSEN
Beaver’s Pond Press (October 15, 2012)
After separating from her husband of twenty years, Kim is in desperate need of an escape. Retreating to her parents’ home in Texas for a month, Kim encounters ample distractions, the best being Camilo, an alluring Latino man seventeen years her junior.
However, when returning to Texas unearths memories of a long-ago lover, Kim discovers her unintentional involvement in a series of dangerous escapades, bringing her deeper into her past than she ever cared to venture.
Beyond Escape follows Kim as she pursues a trail of drugs, murder, and secret love affairs that were meant to stay buried.
Miss Celine Fairweather’s life was bobbing along like a boat on a tranquil stream when all of a sudden a summons from her beloved sister Penelope Radclyff, the Duchess of Blackthorne, changed it all.
Celine hurtles off to the London to help the duchess run the Blackthorne Mansion and to discover the whereabouts of her lost love Philbert Woodbead.
Sensible Celine manages to keep things deathly dull and under control for a whole week until she enlists the help of the handsome Lord Elmer—a mischievous rogue, an ex-pirate, and an incorrigible flirt who is wanted dead by all of England’s husbands with attractive wives.
They scurry from one giddy escapade to another seeking Philbert in musty inns and dusty streets, and through it all Celine tries to keep her bonnet straight, her gloves spotless and her heart in tune with her head.
Life has suddenly turned exciting, and love has well and truly bitten her rosy buttocks. Now the only question is … who has done the biting?
A bit about the author:
Anya Wylde lives in Ireland along with her husband and a fat French poodle (now on a diet). She can cook a mean curry, and her idea of exercise is occasionally stretching her toes. She holds a degree in English literature and adores reading and writing.
In the latter part of March of the year seventeen hundred and something alarge schooner rested on calm blue waters off the coast of England.
It was mid-afternoon, the water was unruffled and crystal clear, while the sky above had sent its grey clouds to London.
The sun beamed down on the deck where gentlemen with missing toes, feet, teeth or hands lay draped around the schooner attempting to snooze away the day.
Now, this schooner was no ordinary schooner (as you might have guessed from the hint above referring to missing limbs and such) but a piratical schooner, and the gentlemen were not really gentlemen but looters, marauders and plunderers.
Yes, sir, they were murderous, unscrupulous adventurers and stinking water rats.
They were all pirates. Each one of them were pirates. The whole blasted lot of them were pirates. In fact, they couldn’t be more piratical if they tried. And they tried. Oh, how they tried to be more devilish than the devil himself.
And one of them came close to being the devilishest … if that is a word. If it is not, then it should be because it perfectly described the tall, muscular, grey eyed man with his long silver streaked black hair and cruel mouth. This man was so wicked that the mere reference to him caused the afternoon light to dim, the wind to blow more urgently, the men to wake mid snooze, the tea to jump out of the cup … Where were we?
Ah, yes, the captain of the ship, the head pirate, the Black bloodyRover, whose name was enough to frighten the children of the world into behaving, was the owner of this piratical schooner called The Desperate Lark and the leader of these dim muscled men.
He stormed now onto the middle of the deck sending the seagulls screaming into the air. His appearance caused the men to scatter while his frown had them cowering in the bilge. While they cowered, the Black Rover grabbed the cuff of a one legged man, his most trusted aide, and in low, clipped cultured tones asked, “Who stole it, Tim?”
“George Rodrick Irvin, the future Earl of Devon currently holding the courtesy title of Viscount Elmer,” squeaked Tim. “The one we call Lord Wicked.”
“Kill him.” The Black Rover was a man of few words.
Tim bowed in response.
“And kidnap the cooks,” the Black Rover continued.
Tim dared to frown, “Cooks?”
The Black Rover glowered. “And the chefs. I want every single person who can cook to be kidnapped and tortured until we get it back.”
“Torture?” Tim asked uncomfortably. “Can’t we simply kill them and be done with it? I don’t like torturing. It is a messy job, and I don’t like it when they cry and they all cry.”
The Black Rover smiled harshly. He leaned closer to Tim and whispered in his half bitten ear two words, “Pigeon feathers.”
“Arr.” Tim’s sparsely lashed eyes widened in admiration. He shook his head at his captain’s intelligence. The most learned man, Tim thought proudly, was right here.
Pigeon feathers … The Black Rover was a blooming genius.
(Sponsored by the author)
Thanks to the author, we are offering 1 digital copy of “Seeking Philbert Woodbead” to 1 lucky commenter. Giveaway will run from August 22 until August 29,2013.
GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!
Please take a moment of your time to spread the word.
“My Thoughts” on this title coming soon! Visit our sister site at www.mybookaddictionreviews.com or click on “Our Reviews” above.
The end of the world brings chaos, madness, and psychic powers. For Emma and Arthur, separated by an ocean, it brings a love that demands everything. Emma’s beloved daughter is kidnapped by vengeful raiders, and Emma embarks on a soul-crushing journey to rescue her. When Arthur finds Emma, can she trust him? Against impossible odds, Emma draws near the rogue camp, where she also confronts the deepest choice of her heart….
Traci L. Slatton is a graduate of Yale and Columbia. She lives in Manhattan with her husband, sculptor Sabin Howard, whose classical figures and love for Renaissance Italy inspired her historical novel IMMORTAL. THE BOTTICELLI AFFAIR is a tribute to her delight in the Old Masters and rich passions. FALLEN is the first in a romantic trilogy set in end times permeated with love, loss, and strange psychic powers. THE ART OF LIFE, written with Sabin Howard is book about sculpture and the philosophy and history of art; DANCING IN THE TABERNACLE is her first book of poetry. COLD LIGHT furthers the dystopian tale begun in FALLEN.
Synopsis: As chaos descends on a crippled Earth, survivors are tormented by strange psychic gifts. In this time of apocalyptic despair, love is put to the test. One woman with mysterious healing power guides seven children to safety. Charismatic Arthur offers her a haven. Slowly Emma falls for him. But at the moment of their sweetest love, his devastating secret is revealed, and they are lost to each other. Will Emma stay with him? The first in a romantic trilogy set during the end times.
(Sponsored by the publicist and/or author)
We are offering 1 lucky commenter a digital copy of Traci L. Slatton’s “Cold Light”. Giveaway will run from August 22 until August 29,2013.
GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!
For “My Thoughts” on both “Fallen” and “Cold Light” visit:
Becky Komant was born and raised in beautiful Kelowna, British Columbia. Spending most of her childhood years outdoors and playing sports, Becky’s passion for fitness was ignited. Working at a gym at the age of 16, she then went on to an advertising position at a local newspaper following high school. Soon after, Becky started her family and wanted to be more involved with her children. It was then that Becky followed her passion and founded a successful private training studio. Realizing that being a trainer was much more than just helping people physically, this lead her in the direction of becoming a certified life coach. Because of her fitness and life coaching career, Becky always envisioned writing a book. Overtime and thought, it evolved into her first novel, The Controlled. With more writing on the horizon, she hopes to inspire others on many levels. Becky continues to reside in Kelowna with her family.
Her latest book is the adult suspense thriller, The Controlled.
Learn more about Becky at www.beckykomant.com.
About the Book:
Sarah Ruiz thought she had it all – until someone entered her life who was hell-bent on destroying her.
Sarah Ruiz is a business owner, a fitness trainer and a mom. Married to the ever-so-charming and wealthy Alex Ruiz, Sarah appears to have the perfect life. But behind closed doors, he revealed a side of himself that destroyed her love for him. With five beautiful children and unable to leave her situation, Sarah knows she must make changes.
Sarah’s journey to freedom take a turn when a man, Gabe Benoit, promises to help her. Thus starts a whirlwind of romance, intrigue, seduction, blackmail and manipulation. No matter which way Sarah turns, she is backed into a corner before she can even realize it. When she finally has promise of a better future, she must use every ounce of her strength to work her way through the web of lies and find truth on her journey to independence.
Sarah bit her lip to keep from moaning. As the elevator rose, the motion of Alex’s hand got faster and faster. As soon as the doors had closed, Sarah felt his hand slide underneath her skirt. The bellhop’s back was to them, and he didn’t notice as Alex cupped her from behind and let the tips of his fingers stroke her.
As soon as she saw The James Hotel, Sarah was overwhelmed with excitement of not only a fabulous New York holiday but also a lifetime of taking trips like this with her dashing husband. People treated him like royalty. Whether it was his striking Cuban good looks or the aura that surrounded him, he commanded attention, without having to say a word. Now, as he worked magic between her legs, she knew he had command over her, too.
When the elevator came to a halt at the top floor where The Presidential Suite awaited them, he removed his hand as quickly as he had inserted it, leaving her wet and ready to do anything and everything he wanted.
The bellhop left the luggage cart outside the door and tipped his cap to Alex, who handed him a folded bill. The door had a numbered lock, and Alex quickly punched in the code. Sarah was dying to have a peek inside.
“Wow!” she said softly as she looked around. In the center of the room, a large leather sofa faced a lit fireplace. A white shag throw rug sprawled on the floor in front of it. Large, red floor pillows beckoned her to come and stretch out in front of the flame.
A door to the left was slightly open, and Sarah guessed that was the way to the bedroom. To the right was a bar and kitchenette. She lay down in front of the fireplace on one of the pillows while Alex brought in the bags. He peeked briefly into the bedroom and then came and stood over her.
“Oh no you don’t. Come with me this way,” he said. He reached down, grabbed her hand and brought her to her feet.
“Can’t we lay in front of the fire?” Sarah asked. Despite her attraction to the plush carpet and warm blaze, she allowed him to lead her into the bedroom.
Sitting on top of the thick satin comforter was a woman in a see-through purple and black negligee. The lace didn’t quite cover the tops of her thighs, and her long, dark hair fell behind her on a pillow. Her legs were quite long. She had them extended and crossed at the ankle. She sat with her back against the headboard and casually sipped a glass of champagne.
A tray perched next to the bed held two more champagne glasses, a large bowl of raspberries, a dish of fresh whipped cream, and the most luscious chocolate mousse Sarah had ever seen.
Sarah glanced at it all, then looked back at the woman in their bed. Her bed. Shit! Sarah could see her pussy. What the hell is this? she wondered.
“Hello, Victoria,” Alex said.
Victoria smiled and raised her champagne glass in a toast. “Hi, Alex. Hi, Sarah,” she said.
“Who is this?” Sarah looked at Alex. Her confusion turned into a scowl on her beautiful face.
“This is your surprise,” Alex said with a Cheshire Cat grin.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
Alex turned to Sarah. He grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open. He put one hand behind her head and pulled her face to his. He kissed her hard.
Sarah, her desire for him already hot from the elevator ride, kissed him back. Then she pulled away.
“Wait. What is this?” she asked again.
“This,” Alex said eagerly as he removed his pants, “is going to be amazing.”
His cock was sticking straight up already. He reached again for Sarah. “Baby, make love to me with Victoria here. Let her help us have a great time.”
He kissed Sarah’s neck and shoulders. She tried to process this. He wanted them all to make love?
“I thought we already had a great time together,” Sarah said.
Alex lifted his face to her and looked her in the eye. He cradled her face between his hands and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Of course we do, baby, but this is an experience that will take our fucking to the next level. I promise, you’ll love it. We’ll be gentle with you, won’t we, Vic?”
Sarah let her eyes wander to the bed, where Victoria still sipped her champagne. What were they going to do? She wondered if anyone she knew had done this kind of thing before. Is this how rich people live?
Sarah looked back at Alex. “Is this what you want?”
Alex laughed softly. “Oh, baby, you have no idea. Do this with me. You’re so sexy.”
Sarah’s head was a little fuzzy from the wine she had enjoyed on the plane. She said, “I’ll be right back,” and went back into the living room of the suite. She walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of Jack from the shelf. She twisted off the plastic cap and took a long swig. It burned her throat as she swallowed. She caught her reflection in a mirror above the bar.
“You can do this,” she said to herself. “He is your husband. This is what he wants, so it must be OK.” She wasn’t convinced that it was OK, but her pep talk and the booze gave her the strength to see what awaited her in the bedroom.
Alex was lying naked on the bed next to Victoria. They were close, but not touching one another. Sarah still wore her ripped-open blouse and skirt.
“Strip for me, baby,” Alex said.
Sarah slowly removed her blouse and freed her breasts from the constraint of her bra. She slid her skirt and panties down together. She had no self-consciousness about her body—but she could feel Alex’s eyes burning with passion as he looked at her fresh Brazilian wax.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Come here.”
She crawled onto the bed from the foot and slowly made her way toward him, avoiding Victoria’s legs. Victoria got up from the bed and picked up the bowl of raspberries.
“You’re going to let me have my way with you, right?” Alex said. It wasn’t really a question.
Sarah nodded. She had a lump in her throat and was quite sure she couldn’t speak.
Alex flipped her over so she was on her back, lying sideways across the bed. Her head was near where Victoria stood.
Victoria picked up one of the raspberries and dipped it in the whipped cream. She placed it lightly on one of Sarah’s nipples and gently traced the dark circle, leaving a trail of white. The raspberry was cold, and Sarah sucked in her breath. The feeling was amazingly sensual. Victoria dipped the raspberry again and repeated the process on the other breast. She looked Sarah in the eye and licked the raspberry before putting it into her own mouth.
Then she took another raspberry between her fingers and, with the touch of a feather, traced Sarah’s lips. She pushed the berry into Sarah’s mouth and let her finger slip briefly inside, too. Almost involuntarily, Sarah sucked on the woman’s finger.
Am I really doing this? she wondered.
Alex held his cock and began to stroke himself. Victoria leaned over and began to lick the whipped cream from Sarah’s nipples. Sarah lay there, not sure what to do next.
As if reading her mind, Alex said, “Put your hands on Victoria’s back.”
Sarah raised her arms and placed them onto Victoria’s back, and ever so softly moved her hands across the material.
They stayed like that for a minute, with Victoria licking and sucking Sarah’s nipples—until Alex said, “My turn, ladies,” and climbed onto the bed. Victoria stood up and poured herself more champagne.
Alex placed his hands on Sarah’s hips and lifted her on top of his cock, which was harder and longer than Sarah ever remembered it being. Sarah straddled him and slowly slid down.
“Stay right there, baby,” he said to Sarah. Victoria was waiting patiently, having removed her lingerie. He reached up and took Victoria’s hand, inviting her to join them. Without hesitation she placed her legs on either side of Alex’s head and lowered herself onto his hungry tongue.
Sarah and Victoria were now eye to eye, facing each other atop Sarah’s husband.
This is fucked up, Sarah thought.
She arched a suspicious eyebrow at Victoria, who simply smiled back at her. It wasn’t a challenge—she actually looked like a kind woman. That thought made Sarah give her head a shake, and she closed her eyes. She began to rotate her hips in large, leisurely circles on top of Alex, pressing herself hard onto him as she moved. Gyrating like this always brought her to orgasm, and there was no way she was going to go through this night and not allow herself that pleasure.
At some point they shifted positions and Sarah once again found herself supine. Alex was on top of her, driving his hard cock into her with the force of a jackhammer. Victoria went back to playing with Sarah’s breasts, taking breaks to pour champagne into Sarah’s mouth from time to time. Sarah appreciated the fact that Victoria did not try to climb on top of her face the way she had done to Alex. Sarah had no desire to go there.
Victoria delicately placed two raspberries into Sarah’s mouth and whispered, “Don’t eat them.”
She then covered Sarah’s mouth with her own. Using her tongue, she tried to take the raspberries back. They began a wet, slurpy game and, as the champagne and Jack Daniel’s kicked in, Sarah soon found herself in a tantalizing blur of sex and lips and breasts and bodies.
They continued for what seemed like hours. Sarah fought to keep her eyes open as exhaustion overtook her. She vaguely recalled Victoria getting out of the bed and retrieving clothes from a small duffel bag. The last thing Sarah remembered before drifting off to sleep was seeing Victoria pick up a wad of cash from the dresser as she exited the room.
The next morning, Sarah’s head ached with the throb of a hangover—the kind of hangover in which you wonder if the memories flashing through your mind are really of yourself or from a movie you once saw.
Alex was still asleep. She lay there for a full twenty minutes after waking, not wanting to move so he didn’t stir. She slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. She felt sticky and dirty. The showerhead was strong, and as she lathered the soap over her body her head began to clear and questions flooded her mind.
How many times had Alex and Victoria been together?
Was she a… prostitute?
Most frightening to her was, Is this what married couples do?
She didn’t like the sadness that permeated her insides or the idea that her love wasn’t enough for him. He said it himself: “Let her help us have a great time.”
She brushed her teeth and studied herself in the mirror. Did she look different now that she was experienced in threesome sex? She didn’t think so. If anything, she looked too young and innocent to know so much about what happens behind the closed doors of The Presidential Suite in New York.
She could hear Alex talking to someone and prayed to God that Victoria wasn’t back. She strained her ears and mercifully heard the hotel room door close and the voices stop. She left the bathroom.
“So did you have fun?” Alex asked her. He offered her a cup of coffee from the food cart brought up by room service.
“Um, did you have fun?” she asked right back.
“Oh, yes. I love you so much. Thank you for being open. I hope it was good for you,” Alex said. He untied his robe and she could see his manhood sticking up again, ready for another round. She felt awful. Yet she wanted to make him happy.
“Alex, why did you marry me?” Sarah asked.
“Why would you ask that?” he said. He took her coffee from her and guided her to the bed. He laid her backward tenderly, one hand behind her head as the other slid up into her robe and came to rest in the space between her breasts.
“I love you,” he said, as his mouth engulfed her own. He kissed her long and hard, languidly moving his tongue around her mouth as his hand massaged her chest.
She kissed him back, feeling her own desire for him grow. She allowed him to remove her robe, and his own, and they spent a long morning making love over every inch of the king-sized bed.
Sarah traced her finger along Alex’s chest, resting and thinking about Victoria.
“Have you ever done that before?” she asked.
“Done what? Made love? Of course,” he joked.
“No. I meant, with two other women.”
“Once,” he said. “It was a long time ago.”
“Did you enjoy it then?” Sarah asked, although she figured she knew the answer.
“Actually it was the worst night of my life,” Alex confessed.
“It was the night my mother died,” he said. Sarah was quiet. The air was heavy, and she felt his body stiffen.
“Would you tell me what happened?” she finally asked.
“One night, I was out at a club and picked up a couple of women. I was eighteen, had a lot of money, we had been drinking, and I actually recall very little of what went on in the back of my car.” Alex began.
“Was this in Cuba?” Sarah asked.
“Yes. I arrived home feeling like a champion. But when I walked in the kitchen, my mother was in a heap on the floor. I rushed to her side. ‘Mama, what happened? What is it?’ I asked. She leaned into me and sobbed. She was out of control. I just held her. I didn’t know what else to do. Then I heard my father’s voice.
“‘It’s Tomas,’ he said.
“‘What do you mean? Papa, what happened?’ I asked him.
“Papa stood and motioned for me to follow. I stood up, but Mama grabbed my leg and dug her nails into my skin.
“She screamed at me, ‘Please do not let them hurt Tomas. Please.’
“‘Why would they hurt Tomas?’ I asked her, but she didn’t answer.
“‘Alejandro! Vamos!’ Papa yelled. He was so angry.”
Sarah glanced at his face. She could tell that the memory of his father’s anger still stung. His eyes were focused out the window, perhaps picturing the scene he carried in his head.
“I looked back at Mama, who was face down on the kitchen floor. I wanted to stay with her, but knew I had to go with my father.
“We got into the car drove into the night. Papa didn’t say a word. My stomach shriveled when I recognized where we were going. There was a car waiting. It was night, but I knew the two men who were standing on the cliff. There was a third figure kneeling between them. He had a black cloth sack over his head, and as we approached I recognized the shirt the man was wearing. It was my brother Tomas.”
Alex paused again and Sarah held her breath, not wanting to move for fear he would stop telling the story. Alex coughed lightly then continued.
“I looked at Papa. I am sure my eyes glowed with fear. Papa shook his finger at me, ‘Not a word,’ he said.
“‘But, Papa,’ I whispered.
“Papa turned to me and grabbed the front of my shirt. He shook me hard. ‘Tomas stole one million American dollars from the cartel. They caught him trying to escape. You and I are here to witness what must take place. We cannot fight it or else all of us will be brought to the same end. Do you hear me? You, me, your sisters, your other brothers, Mama. All of us. He has shamed us all and we must comply. Not. A. Word.’
“I saw something I had never seen before in my father. Terror. I hated him in that moment. I hated what was coming. I hated the powerlessness to save my brother’s life. My father worked for the cartel. There was nothing we could do. The rest was a blur to me.
“I saw the men fling Tomas from the top of the cliff.
“I saw the Cuban night pass by as I stared out the window on the drive home.
“But then, the worst of all, I saw my mother’s lifeless body, hanging from the rafter in the kitchen when we got home.”
Alex stopped speaking. Sarah sat up and looked at him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. She knew those two words couldn’t possibly be enough.
Alex pursed his lips and shook off his emotions. “I left Cuba, determined to start a new life here. One that wasn’t controlled by anyone.”
Sarah wiped her eyes with the edge of the sheet. She noticed Alex’s eyes were dry. The clouded look passed and he reached for her again. “I never told anyone that story,” he said.
“Thank you for telling me,” she said softly, stroking his cheek. She didn’t like the threesome and the way she felt inside as she thought about it, but she had a surge of compassion for this man she married. She sensed that he had been through much more than he told her, and she hoped it would work itself out in time.
The raw sexual pull between Sarah and Alex was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The animalistic hunger that seeped from him made her desire and fear him at the same time. He was insatiable in bed—always wanting more. She’d never known any man who could get so hard so quickly, and every night she fell asleep spent.
Feelings of shame from the encounter with Victoria lingered. Just when she thought they were gone, she’d recall something that happened that night with a pang in her heart. And if the memories didn’t come back on their own, Alex was sure to relive it for her.
“Oh, baby, remember how great it felt to have me pound your pussy while Victoria licked your hot breasts?” he would ask gruffly while they were in bed. It jarred her from any pleasure she might have been feeling and instantly draped a shroud over her heart.
The third time he brought it up, she happened to be looking at his face as he said it. His eyes were closed, and his mouth twisted into a grimace. Sarah realized he was saying that for his own benefit—to draw himself back to that moment in that room—and the thought turned her stomach. Who was he thinking about when he came inside of me?
She tried to be the perfect wife. She wanted him to see that she could fix the wounds his brother’s betrayal had seared onto his heart. A natural first step, she thought, was to begin a family of their own. She loved children and knew that once he had his own little ones who needed him he’d feel complete.
Three months into her pregnancy with Enrico (or Eric, as they called him), her hopes for a utopian life hit a brick wall. Sarah went up to Fort Lauderdale to shop for baby clothes. She hadn’t told Alex where she was going, hoping to surprise him with the cutest little football jersey ever made. Alex, however, didn’t find it cute.
When she got home, she found him in the kitchen, pacing. He fumed that she had gone out for the day without telling him where she was going.
He raised his voice, yelled some things at her in Spanish, and before she could process the magnitude of his anger, she felt the crack of the back of his hand across her soft cheek. She sank down to her knees on the tile of their perfect kitchen. She raised her eyes to him, one hand holding her cheek and the other protectively on her stomach. The look on his face frightened her so much, she thought she would vomit.
Then she did vomit.
She remained on her hands and knees. He didn’t move, except to inch backward from the puddle. She stared at her fingers as he spat the words for the first time: “You have nothing without me. ”
She continued to stare at her hands, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. “Why would you do that to me?” she wondered aloud.
“This is my house. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.” He turned on his heel and left for the evening.
He didn’t bring up Fort Lauderdale again, but that incident was the beginning of a new pattern. Each time Sarah caught a glimpse of the life she dreamed of, cruel words and an occasional backhand buried her dream deeper and deeper into the Miami sand.
Following one such instance, she mentioned leaving him. His laughter was laced with hatred.
“Really? And just where would you go?” He shook his head, laughed again, and went out to one of his clubs. She felt like a child who threatened to run away.
The birth of Enrico brought them together for a time. Alex took great pride in his new son, and Sarah and Enrico were inseparable. His smile filled her with such happiness that before long she was pregnant again. The rest of the kids came closely together—four pregnancies, five children. Her final pregnancy delivered twins, a boy and a girl.
Sarah’s life became all about juggling children and managing Alex’s moods. She came to recognize when Alex’s demeanor was darkening and would be on alert against sending him over the edge. Even so, Alex’s harsh words and rough nature pervaded even the parts of their relationship that were supposed to be the most gentle and intimate.
One morning, shortly after the twins turned two, Alex told her to pack a bag.
“Why?” Sarah asked.
“We’ve got tickets to see Holyfield fight Bates tomorrow night in Dallas. We’re taking a private jet with some business associates of mine. I need you to look real nice. Go get a dress.”
She grabbed her purse and car keys and headed for The Chanel Store. She made a couple of selections and took them to the fitting room.
The first dress was an exquisite one-shoulder gown that fell above her knees. The silk hugged her curves perfectly. Lead-colored sequins twinkled like stars across her body.
Any woman would have been damn proud to carry her figure, but Sarah placed a hand on her stomach and sighed. It wasn’t as tight as it used to be. Head tilted, she stared at her arms, her legs. She turned to see how she looked from behind. She leaned in close and studied the face of the woman whose eyes looked back at her.
“Dammit!” she said finally to the woman in the mirror. One word came to mind. Tired. Her body, her eyes, even her hair, looked tired.
Later in life, Sarah would recall that moment with startling clarity. The moment she knew that if things were ever going to be different, something needed to change. Alex was a good provider—actually, he was a great provider—for his family. When he was calm, they had seemingly normal, fun family times. Yet the volatility of his personality and the disgust she felt each time he brought up the threesome stayed with her. Tenderness had melted away from their lovemaking and she felt dirty after each time. His crude sexual remarks weighed on her soul like sandbags and were starting to noticeably wear on her physical appearance.
“No more,” Sarah said to herself. She knew then that she was not going to be one of those moms who used her kids as an excuse for why her body and life weren’t how they should be. That wasn’t fair to the kids or to herself. She knew what she needed to do, and she was determined that nothing would stand in her way.
That weekend, Divine Providence gave her plan an opening. One of the guys traveling with them was a fitness trainer.
“Can you train me?” she asked him outright, after they had chatted for a while.
“Excuse me?” he said with surprise. “You want to start training?”
“No, I am going to start training. I need a coach. Would you train me?”
“All right,” he said cautiously. “When do you want to begin?”
“As soon as we get home,” she said. “I’m not waiting any longer.
The decision to put less energy into trying to make Alex happy, and more toward training and to her children, ignited her spirit. She knew she would get her body in incredible shape and use her nutrition knowledge to begin her own business, one that would eventually support herself and the kids.
Her muscles remembered well the form they had before her pregnancies, and it wasn’t long before she was in extraordinary condition.
She trained with the guy from the fight for a few months, then left him for someone who was a better fit with her own philosophies toward fitness. She believed strongly in getting fit using a combination of natural ingredients, clean eating habits, and hard work. With encouragement from friends at the gym, she began competing in fitness modeling competitions. Certifications in personal training and sports nutrition allowed her to formally start training clients herself, and she developed a small, but impressive private client base that included a few professional athletes.
Alex was enthusiastic about her training and showed her off to his friends and business connections. Alex saw her achievements as his success. Behind closed doors, he took every opportunity to remind her that without him she wouldn’t be able to afford the trainer, the trips to competitions, or the gym that he had built at their home so that she could see clients. He also continued to take every opportunity to make her feel like nothing more than a sex object—at his beck and call whenever he got hard, which was constantly.
The more clients she gained, the more she knew she could not risk her industry reputation by having Alex throw her out. She was caged.
The Meet Me at the Cupcake Café Sugary Sweet Spotlight!
It is no wonder that the flirty and frothy food-themed novel, Meet Me at the Cupcake Caféby Jenny Colgan is an international success: with relatable characters and scrumptious recipes at the start of each chapter, Meet Me at the Cupcake Café is pure delight to women’s fiction readers everywhere. This summer, Colgan is bringing her hilarious and heartfelt stories—with a dash of deliciousness—to the United States! To celebrate, Sourcebooks is giving away copies of this book ALL MONTH LONG!
Each day this month, look for opportunities to win a print copy of Meet Me at the Cupcake Café with bloggers all over the book blogging community. Additionally, there will be a few guest blogs and interviews with Jenny sprinkled throughout—a great way to get to know a new author!
Meet Me at the Cupcake Café by Jenny Cogan
Baking is in Issy Randall’s blood. Growing up above her grandfather’s bakery taught Issy that a delicious pastry could make any day better. So when she’s laid off from her desk job—by the man she thought was her boyfriend, no less—Issy knows now is the time to start her own little café.
Armed with her grandfather’s tried and true recipes, as well as her own new dishes, Issy’s new dream job should be a piece-of-cake, right? But managing a café, delivering products on time and trying to have a new love life aren’t exactly going as Issy planned. And when her ex comes back into the picture, perhaps with his own motives, Issy’s search for the perfect pastry and a groundbreaking idea to save her café are much more than she bargained for…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Jenny Colgan was a fussy eater as a child and didn’t even begin to learn to cook until she was 21, when her then boyfriend tried to teach her a few basics purely out of exasperation. While she is now able to make a variety of good, wholesome food for her family, she still can’t make scones. A former columnist for The Guardian, Jenny contributes regularly to national BBC radio and is the bestselling author of more than eleven novels, including The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in Paris (coming out in the US in early 2014). She is married with three children and lives in London and France. For more information, please visit http://www.jennycolgan.com/ and follow her on Twitter, @JennyColgan.
Thanks to Sourcebooks, we are offering 1 print copy of “Meet Me at the Cupcake Café “by Jenny Cogan to 1 lucky commenter. Giveaway open to US and Canada residents only. Giveway will run from August 9 until August 16,2013.
*Please leave a valid email address,for notification purposes only*
MBA&M: Please tell our readers a little about Leanna Ellis?
Leanna: Hi! Thanks for having me here today! I’m a wife, mother, writer, and taxi driver (which is code that my kids aren’t old enough to drive yet). I spend a lot of time on the road, sitting outside kid activities in my car, while my kids are singing, dancing, acting, and fencing. Yes, I allow one of my children to play with swords. So while I’m waiting for them, I’m playing with my characters, writing on my laptop, and revising.
MBA&M: What was your inspiration behind the Plain Fear Trilogy?
Leanna: It all started with a joke. I was signing books at a multi-author event and the biggest sellers were the vampire and Amish books, so I told a friend of mine we should write an Amish/vampire story. We laughed. But a seed was planted in my brain and soon a character was rattling around in there, poking me, trying to tell me his story. And like most characters, he wouldn’t be quiet. This was not a series I wanted to write and I tried to not write it for a long time. But I fell in love with the heart of the story and with the characters, so then it became a compulsion. Thankfully, when I approached my agent, she loved it, and so did my editor.
MBA&M: What inspired you to write a chilling, compelling story with Vampires, Amish, danger, revenge and a bit of romance and love thrown in?
Leanna: I happen to love all those things. I didn’t set out to include them all, but they were organic to the story. Way back in my college days, I wrote a paper about the Amish. They intrigued me. But I’ve never read many of the popular Amish novels out today. I always tend to think outside the box, sometimes way, way outside the box. Apparently vampires intrigue me too. I’ve read about them throughout the years in books like The Historian, obviously these are fiction novels. But also I am intrigued by the spiritual aspect of vampires, the significance of blood, etc… My idea for the Plain Fear series was based somewhat on Phantom of the Opera. I was intrigued by how a woman, such as Christine, could be drawn toward someone as dark as the Phantom. Part of the reason was Christine’s innocence. Where can you go today to find such innocence in our world? The Amish. So for my story the two genres colliding made perfect sense. I truly respect the Amish. They make hard choices and have such resolve to stick to their traditions and beliefs. It’s not an easy life. Yet, I respect their choices. But it is a choice. And each of them must make that choice for themselves. Sometimes they choose to stay, and other times they choose to leave. Neither choice is easy. For this series, I envisioned a battle between good and evil, and that battle would make my Amish characters (and even the non-Amish characters) make tough choices. But in a battle of good versus evil, the opposite of evil is love, and so romance had to be a part of this series.
MBA&M: What was the most challenging part of writing the Plain Fear trilogy?
Leanna: Keeping all the details straight. I am not a detail person, so that was challenging for me, but also fun.
MBA&M: Which of your characters in this trilogy was the most difficult to write and why?
Leanna: Hannah, in the first book, was challenging. I didn’t think I would have anything in common with an Amish woman. But the truth is, Amish are like anyone else. They’re human. They have longings. They have hopes and desires. They have wounds. They make mistakes. Once I got past the apron and dug down into her heart, then writing her became much easier. Then it was never difficult to write about an Amish character.
MBA&M: Vampire fans enjoy a great vampire story, and adding the Amish town was an interesting twist. How did you decide to combine these two genres?
Leanna: First it was just a joke, but once the story came to me, once the characters began to emerge, it all made sense. I think stories begin on a subconscious level anyway and have more depth than our conscious thoughts first realize. In our culture and society today, the Amish still seem to live a more innocent existence, which set up the Amish districts as the perfect place for an invasion by something dark and evil. It was fun to go visit Lancaster, Pennsylvania for the first book. But when I went to visit Ohio for the second book, FORBIDDEN, I was surprised how perfect it was. It was different from Pennsylvania and really had a spooky feel, sort of like The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
MBA&M: Last but not least inquiring minds want to know…or me anyway. What is your next project?
Leanna: Right now, I’m working on getting three books released for e-readers. These are books that were previously published but I’ve gained the rights back to them. So those will be coming out soon! I’m also working on a new sweet romance trilogy and I’m working on a gothic, which has the feel of the Plain Fear series but minus the vampires and Amish.
MBA&M: What a pleasure to have you with us and our readers today! Please tell us where to connect with you.
Deep in the heart not only describes where Leanna Ellis lives in Texas but also the way she writes. Her books, whether romance, inspirational, women’s fiction, or paranormal, are infused with heartfelt emotion. Having written twenty published novels, Ellis has won many awards including the National Readers Choice Award and the Maggie Award.
When not chasing vampires through the darkened recesses of her mind or roping and riding along with her characters through sun-drenched plains, she stays busy driving her children to their multitude of activities, figuring out what to make for dinner (or where to order takeout), chasing her menagerie of crazy pets around the house, and researching the next idea.
PLAIN FEAR: FORGIVEN BY LEANNA ELLIS – IN STORES AUGUST 2013
by Leanna Ellis
What Must We Sacrifice to be Forgiven?
Samuel Fisher has committed a sin of biblical proportions—he killed his own brother, Jacob. Haunted by guilt and talked by a vampire out for his soul, Samuel starts down the same dark path of destruction that led to his brother’s death.
A captivating coming-of-age story unlike any other, Plain Fear: Forgiven pits redemption against temptation, love against fear, and simple faith against the intricacies of sin and salvation. In the gripping final battle between hunters and vampires, Samuel must choose where his loyalties lie. The lives of those he loves—as well as his own ultimate forgiveness—hangs in the balance.
Praise for Plain Fear: Forgiven:
“A richly detailed and atmospheric tale of suspense.” —Library Journal
“An unlikely, yet fresh idea that completely works, thanks to [Ellis’s] ability to blend the genres in a tasteful manner.” —RT Book Reviews
Thanks to Danielle, we are offering 1 lucky commenter a set of the “Plain Fear”series. This set includes the following titles: Plain Fear: Forsaken,Plain Fear: Forbidden and Plain Fear: Forgiven. Giveaway open to US and Canada residents only. Giveaway will run from August 20 until August 27,2013.
GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!
“My Thoughts” on our sister site, www.mybookaddictionreviews.com.
He was assigned to protect her—not make her his own—in this installment of USA TODAY bestselling author Cynthia Eden’s Shadow Agents series.
Cale Lane had his orders: keep Cassidy Sherridan alive at all costs. But who sent six armed men storming the Rio ballroom to take her out? The gorgeous party girl wasn’t giving it up. Now he had a more urgent mission: uncover Cassidy’s secrets…one by one.
Cassidy didn’t need the former Army Ranger to play hero and blow her cover. Using herself as bait was the first step in bringing a killer to justice. How could she do that with Cale shadowing her every move…and awakening feelings that tempted her to put her life—and heart—on the line?
A bit about the author:
Cynthia Eden is a national best-selling author of romantic suspense novels and paranormal romances. Her books have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and her novel, DEADLY FEAR, was named a RITA® finalist for best romantic suspense. Cynthia lives in the Deep South, loves horror movies, and has an addiction to chocolate. More information about Cynthia may be found on her website (www.cynthiaeden.com) or on her Facebook page (www.facebook.com/cynthiaedenfanpage).
(Sponsored by the author)
Thanks to Cynthia, we are offering 1 lucky commenter a chance to win either a print or digital copy of “GLITTER AND GUNFIRE”. Giveaway will run from August 20 until August 27,2013.
*You MUST leave a comment on both here and on our sister,www.mybookaddictionreviews.com for the review*
Six New York Times and USA Today Bestselling authors bring you six all-new contemporary and super sexy suspense stories of first loves, first attractions, first temptations, first times and first obsessions.
99 cent SALE for FIRST week only!
FIRST EXPOSURE by Elisabeth Naughton
A film that could make her career. A weekend that will change her life…
When actress Avery Scott’s assistant goes missing researching a role for Avery at an exclusive adults-only resort, Avery finds herself with only one choice: travel to the resort herself and look for clues. She hires an elite operative from Aegis Security to accompany her. She just doesn’t expect to get former undercover FBI agent Cade Blackwell—the man who ripped out her teenage heart twelve years before. One weekend at the sexiest resort in the world with the only man she’s ever loved will expose her to more than just a kinky new lifestyle. It’ll expose her to numerous wicked firsts that will test every ounce of her self-control. And if she’s not careful, she could lose her heart—and her life—in the process.
FIRST RAPTURE by Alexandra Ivy
Madison Philips has only one reason to return to Las Vegas: Luc Angeli. The tall, dark bad boy took her virginity on her eighteenth birthday and then walked away, now she’s back, and ready for revenge. Luc Angeli spent his youth trying to earn the approval of his philandering father. Now he’s his own man, but there’s still something missing from his life. He doesn’t know what it is until he catches sight of Madison across a balcony. Suddenly he knows this woman is what he’s been searching for, and this time he’s not walking away.
FIRST TASTE OF DARKNESS by Cynthia Eden
Hot sex. No regrets. Jess Delaney has spent her life playing the role of the good-girl. On a trip to Vegas, she decides to walk on the wild side when she meets mysterious Blake Landon. Rich, powerful, and carrying plenty of secrets, Blake is unlike any man she has ever met before. But as the passion burns between them, danger waits in the darkness…a danger that may just claim Jess’s life…
FIRST INK by Laura Wright
Rush Women in his bed, celebs and rockers in his chair, life is pretty freaking swell. Then she walks back into it again. Not for pleasure, but for pain. For Ink. A bleeding heart to match the one she left him with five years ago.
She can’t forget him or the pain she caused him. All she has is a hope for redemption. But it’ll only work if he lets her inside his exclusive world, under his famous artist’s needle and into his bed—once again.
FIRST SURRENDER by Katie Reus
He’s dangerous, sexy, and everything she wants. And he’s about to make his claim…
Hayden, the dangerously sexy, tattooed ex-SEAL is one of the best friends Sierra has ever had—and the main star in her wildest fantasies. But he doesn’t see her that way. And she’d die of embarrassment if he found out she was still a virgin.
Hayden’s struggled to keep his attraction to the beautiful, dark haired casino chef a secret. But when an attacker targets Sierra, Hayden’s protective instincts go into overdrive. With the attraction between them burning out of control, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her and make her his.
FIRST TEMPTATION by Joan Swan
Counterterrorist agent Taft Walker is up for the challenge of posing as an adult store owner with a new female undercover partner who is also a sex-toy virgin. At least until he sees the real woman beneath her tough façade.
Border Patrol Agent Zoe Brooks is ready to get off the front lines. She’s willing to tolerate a swaggering partner like Taft for a new opportunity. But she’s not prepared for the way he understands her deepest, sexiest desires.
NATIONAL BESTSELLING CONTEMPORARY FICTION AUTHOR….
~AUTHOR OF PRIDE,PREJUDICE AND THE PERFECT MATCH~
So now without further ado….
MBA&M: Good morning, Marilyn, please give our readers some insight into the working of a writer’s mind and a few details about yourself?
Marilyn: First of all, thank you so much for inviting me here today, April, and many thanks to everyone at MBA&M for allowing me to visit! As for details about my writing style and background, I’ve always been a bookworm and Jane Austen has been my favorite author since I was 14. Her novels influenced me greatly when I was in high school and college, and when I finally started writing my own fiction, my hope was that I’d be able to craft characters someday who were as real to readers as Austen’s heroes/heroines were to me. I currently have seven novels available, with a new one coming out this fall, and two of my books (my debut novel According to Jane and my most recent novel Pride, Prejudice and the Perfect Match) have obvious nods to Jane Austen, but a familiarity with her work isn’t necessary in order to read mine. I live in the northern Chicago suburbs with my husband and our son. I love, love, love travel and music and ice cream. And really all kinds of chocolate!
MBA&M: Give us three words, you would us to describe your contemporary romance, Pride,Prejudice and the Perfect Match?
Marilyn: Humorous, fast-paced, and emotional 🙂.
MBA&M: Which character was the most challening to write and why?
Marilyn: Pride, Prejudice and the Perfect Match is about Beth Ann Bennet, an aspiring social worker and struggling single mom, who uses an Internet dating site in order to do research on stereotypes. The guy she meets online is a doctor by the name of Will Darcy, who has his own ulterior motives for having a “Love Match” profile… So, neither of these characters are being particularly truthful with each other at the beginning of the story, although they both have good motives and manage to convince themselves that the ends will justify the means. Because they were each wrestling with a moral dilemma, however, it was challenging to write both of their characters (how was I going to get them to justify their actions?!) but, at the same time, that’s what made it so interesting to be deeply in their points of view. They were both simultaneously difficult and endearing to me.
MBA&M: Will you release more books in 2013, if so, how many and do you have any tentative titles you wish to share?
Marilyn: Yes!! My next release is coming out in early October — it’s a coming-of-age romantic mystery called The Road to You. It’s about a teen girl who finds the journal of her missing brother. He and his best friend had disappeared two years before and were both presumed dead. But, once she reads the journal, she realizes there are clues hidden within its pages, so she convinces the best friend’s brother — a guy she’s always been drawn to, even against her better judgment — to go on a road trip with her to try to find answers… I’m also working on a romantic novella project (no title yet!) and the sequel to Pride, Prejudice and the Perfect Match (which will be Bingley and Jane’s story), and both of those are tentatively planned for release in 2014.
MBA&M: Do you think you would like to write for instance Paranormal Romance or Science Fiction novels in the future?
Marilyn: Actually, my debut novel — According to Jane — has a strong paranormal element since one of the characters is the ghost of Jane Austen! It was considered by many to be a paranormal/fantasy novel, as well as a contemporary new adult/romantic women’s fiction story. (It crossed A LOT of genre lines, LOL.) And, yes, I would love to write another book with a paranormal thread again. As for science fiction, I devoured the Douglas Adams books as a teen, so funny sci-fi novels are another favorite type of genre for me to read, although I have yet to try to write one…someday!!
MBA&M: Who are some of your favorite authors to read?
Marilyn: Aside from Jane Austen, I also love E.M. Forster (especially A Room with a View), Elizabeth Berg, Sue Miller, Anne Tyler and Anita Shreve (all stellar women’s fiction writers), Kristan Higgins and Susan Elizabeth Phillips (in contemporary romance), and, as I said above, I’ll always be a fan of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series by Douglas Adams (humorous sci-fi) and The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare (historical YA). So many of my friends are writers, too, that I could list paragraphs of other fabulous authors. If I started doing that, I’d never be able to narrow it down! There’s just not enough time for all the stories I want to read…
MBA&M: Now, let’s play the name game, shall we? I will give a couple of words,you say the first thing that comes to mind:
Kindle or Nook? Kindle — I love my Kindle Fire!!
Person or Place? Person(s) — my hubby and our son.
Contemporary or Historical? Both!! — I consider reading to be like mental time-travel, whether I’m only going back as far as the 1980s or all the way back to Regency England. I love getting to live in different time periods through literature.
Romance or Fiction? Romance — thinking now of all of my favorite romantic movies, like “Before Sunrise,” “While You Were Sleeping” and “When Harry Met Sally…”
MBA&M: Last but in no ways least, please tell our readers how they may connect with you and where they may purchase
Pride,Prejudice and the Perfect Match?
Marilyn: Pride, Prejudice and the Perfect Match is available in ebook and paperback, and it can be found at
As for me, I’m at a bunch of places online, too — my website, blog, FB page, Twitter and Goodreads — and I’d love for you to join me anywhere!! Here are the direct links and, again, many thanks for having me here today :).
Ebook Original & Print
Would an Elizabeth Bennet by any other name be as appealing to a Darcy?
Beth Ann Bennet isn’t looking for love. She’s an aspiring social worker using an online alias to study sex-role stereotypes. Dr. William Darcy isn’t looking for love either. He’s just trying to fund his new clinic by winning a major bet. Both think Lady Catherine’s Love Match Website will help them get what they want—fast, easy and without endangering their hearts. Both are in for a big surprise.
Pride, Prejudice and the Perfect Match…where true love is just a fib and a click away.
A bit more about the author:
Marilyn Brant is a national bestselling and award-winning author of contemporary fiction, and she was recently named the 2013 Illinois Author of the Year by the Illinois Association of Teachers of English. She wrote ACCORDING TO JANE, the story of a modern woman who receives dating advice from the spirit of Jane Austen (October 2009); FRIDAY MORNINGS AT NINE, a tale about three suburban moms, their marriages and what happens a decade or two after the “Happily Ever After” (a Doubleday Book Club and Book-of-the-Month Club pick in 2010); and A SUMMER IN EUROPE, a novel about a woman’s journey of self discovery as she travels through Europe with her adventurous aunt’s Sudoku & Mahjongg Club (a Literary Guild and BOMC2 featured alternate in 2011, and a Rhapsody Book Club Top 20 Bestseller in “Fiction & Literature” in 2012), all women’s fiction releases from Kensington Books.
She’s also a #1 Kindle Bestseller and has written a series of fun and flirty contemporary romantic comedies, available as original ebooks. Both ON ANY GIVEN SUNDAE and PRIDE, PREJUDICE AND THE PERFECT MATCH were Top 100 Bestsellers on Barnes & Noble and Amazon. DOUBLE DIPPING was a 2012 International Digital Awards Finalist for Best Contemporary Novel and HOLIDAY MAN was a RONE Award Contestant. Her next novel, THE ROAD TO YOU, is a coming-of-age romantic mystery and will be out in October 2013.
As a former teacher, library staff member, freelance magazine writer and national book reviewer for Romantic Times, Marilyn has spent much of her life lost in literature. She received her M.A. in educational psychology from Loyola University Chicago, dabbled in both fiction and art at Northwestern University, studied the works of Austen at Oxford University and is an active member of the Jane Austen Society of North America. Her debut novel won RWA’s prestigious Golden Heart Award® in 2007 and a number of awards since — including the Single Titles Reviewers’ Choice, the Booksellers’ Best and the Aspen Gold.
Visit her website: http://www.marilynbrant.com
(Sponsored by the author)
Thanks to Marilyn, we are offering, 2 lucky commenters a digital copy(PDF) of PRIDE,PREJUDICE AND THE PERFECT MATCH. Yes, 2 winners,1 each for a PDF copy of this title.
*Please tell us Contemporary or Regency Fiction, which is your favorite to read,or do you enjoy both equally*
Please remember to leave a valid email address.
THANK YOU EVERYONE!
Please help our guest and spread the word on “Pride,Prejudice and the Perfect Match”.
Thanks for stopping by and spending time with our guest today!!