Thursday, September 3, 2015

NEW BOOK ON THE WAY!

Coming October 20th, this is an anthology by talent authors from Romance books for Us,  and I'm proud to be included in it.


Here's the blurb for Desire's Dilemma!


When Lady Valanna meets her new guardian, The Marquis of Tendale, she finds her attraction to him overcomes her feeling of resentment for his neglect. When she discovers that neglect was due to dreadful war injuries, the attraction deepens. A former spy for Wellington, Marcus knows his injuries from almost fatal torture will keep him forever from marriage to the girl he has long loved.

Even as Marcus fights to keep revealing his love, Valanna admits hers. Valanna is determined to break his resolve, but Marcus’ honor stands between them. How can these two ever reconcile their differences, and find happiness?

What possible twist of fate can help these despairing lovers?


And here's an excerpt...

Marcus glanced once at his beautiful ward, cursing his circumstances in silence.
He remembered every word of the doctor who’d first worked on his broken ribs. After enduring the pain of an examination almost equal to the smash of the iron bar his captors had used, he’d taken a breath when the doctor assured him he would now start to mend. It was then he heard the words that haunted him.
“Well, you’ll make older bones than those barbarians had expected, you’ll never be a truly healthy man. That tricky heart of yours could carry you away at any time. Oh well, it will be a easier way to die than that planned by your captors.”
The doctor had been talking cheerfully as he continued the bandaging. Marcus had grabbed his arm with his good hand.
“What do you mean, sir? Exactly, if you please.”
The doctor started. Had he thought Marcus too dazed with pain to hear him?
“Nothing much, sir. Did I mention you have a slight heart murmur? Just ignore it and concentrate on getting well. There, those bandages should hold your frame tightly and ease the pain a little while you’re healing. You have a strong constitution to have endured all you have. Now rest, Major.”
He’d gathered up his instruments and scurried away.
Marcus had shut his eyes, knowing he needed all his strength to heal. He concentrated on Valanna’s face as he’d last seen it. Laughing and glowing with beauty.
He knew now he could never pursue her. Or any woman. Not knowing he could die suddenly and without warning. That thought haunted him. Although it might be years before he died, it might be weeks. Or even hours. His first priority was to see to Valanna’s happiness. It would be a bittersweet pleasure to ascertain what would be best do, and then make sure of her future.
He didn’t think more money would suffice at all, although of course he’d see to that. She was a warm-hearted, lovely woman who deserved so much more.
Indeed it was time to admit his best friends. He might not be able to divulge particulars to them, but he could at least determine if one of them would be right for Valanna. The niggling thought that a friend might be his betrayer persisted, but he subdued it. Certainly he was capable of picking the best of them as a possibility for Valanna’s husband.
Finding the identity of the traitor would have to wait. Valanna would always come first.

Hope this intrigues you... The book was a joy to write. See you next month...


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Interviewing the Muses - Michael Mandrake On the Run - New Release

SLira: Greetings. Although there’s plenty of things for me to talk about, you know marriage equality in the US and Ireland, Caitlyn Jenner, 50 Shades and Grey. Yeah, there are blog topics, but I realized, I hadn’t chatted with my inner selves in quite a long time. 
Well, at least in public.

*smirks*


Anyway, my inner selves, means my writing muses. And since Michael has a new book coming soon, I figured it was about time to talk with my male muse, Michael Mandrake. Hi Michael.
Michael Mandrake: Glad to be here, Sharita. It has been a moment, hasn’t it? Almost three years or more since we’d done this?

SLira: Yes, I’d say that is true. It’s also been a minute since we got a chance to write together. That other muse is kind of a pushy brod. *leers at BLMorticia*

Michael Mandrake: *laughs* Yes, she is that, but she is the wicked gal. We wouldn’t expect anything less from her would we?

SLira: Nope, not at all. So, tell the wonderful people out there about what makes up a Michael Mandrake book?

Michael Mandrake: Out of your three ‘selves’, I consider myself the complex one. I do gay male romance where all the characters are comfortable with their sexuality. For the exception of No Denying Sin, which I wrote with BLMorticia, all my men are gay and love it. They’re not always out the closet though, as is the case in Reconnection, but they are happy to wave the rainbow flag high. Another thing, since I like more complex, my stories are plot heavy; the more complex the better. Paranormals, cops and criminals, suspense, and soon a little sci-fi. *grins*

SLira: Yep, stories with you mean hours of research which is fine because that’s a sign of a good author. For N’awlins Exotica we’ve spent a lot of time in books about detective work and homicide. We’ve done vampires, and now, we’re doing a story about performance enhancing drugs’ effect on baseball. Tell the audience more about On the Run?

Michael Mandrake: Well, the On the Run story was inspired by baseball’s continuing fight to get PED’s and or steroids out of the game. I actually based it on Alex Rodriguez from the Yankees and the guy who swears to injecting him, Anthony Bosch. When watching his interview on 60 minutes, the story came to me. Why not write a book about a guy responsible for distributing PED’s being caught by a hitman? When he’s caught, theres sparks flying between them and add in a saucy female sidekick. Voila! On the Run was born.

SLira: Yes it was. And then we decided to change it into a series. *rolls eyes*

Michael Mandrake: *cocks eyebrow* Oh, you don’t like series now, hmm?

SLira: No, it’s not that, just wow. They’re hard as hell, especially when you have a load of characters. *cough cough* N’awlins Exotica. I've learned my lesson, though. Only introduce them if there’s a chance they’ll get their own book.

Michael Mandrake: *laughs* Very true. That happened a lot with N’awlins Exotica, but thank goodness, this one, the PROTEKT series, we have 3 books with a possibility of a one off for a lesbian book for BLMorticia. And the good thing is they won’t have to be read in order.

SLira: Well, tell us about PROTEKT?

Michael Mandrake: PROTEKT is a collection of books where the characters are part of a secret organization. They’re not superheroes, just regular men and women who were brought into this organization to bring down criminals and protect individuals that can’t do it themselves. The series can be read as standalones with the only connections being the character of the next book is introduced in the book previously. Since On the Run is book one, the lead MC in Closely Guarded is introduced in book two.

SLira: And just a note, we’d already done Closely Guarded, but never subbed it. When we found out about PRIDE publishing starting, we jumped at the chance.

Michael Mandrake: Yes we did and I’m glad. I’m really looking forward to re-doing that book.

SLira: Me too *groans* No, really I am, but these rewrites. *laughs* Anyways, we should wrap up, but please tell the good people what’s coming up for Michael Mandrake?

Michael Mandrake: Well, On the Run releases in October. I believe it will be up for pre-order in August. Other than that, I’ll be leaving BLMorticia to the 2nd part of No Denying Sin which is now titled, Living in Sin on her own. Then we’ll be getting together to write Hell Hath No Fury where we’ll pick up with Eli and Ryland. Speaking of Ryland, I’ll be doing the story with their vampire father, Gren Dumont. I hope we can finish that by Christmas. And then of course, Closely Guarded, and re-doing Vertigo as well.

SLira: *eyes bulge* Are you doing all this without me? You know that other muse and Rawiya want to write some more.

Michael Mandrake: Believe me, Shar, if I could I would. However, I suppose I’ll have to start being just as pushy. *sarcastic laughter*

SLira: Oh great. Okay then. Thanks for stopping by, Michael. Hope you enjoyed that, folks. Look for On the Run to be out in the fall and, if you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll know why!

Bio

Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit Michael Mandrake at Wordpress

Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 4 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.

In addition to being a computer geek and a metalhead, Sharita loves live music, reading, and perusing the net for sexy men to be her muses. She’s also a founding member and contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.

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Ello - https://ello.co/srlmort71

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N’awlins Exotica page - https://www.facebook.com/TriadNola?fref=ts

Goodreads - Michael https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4481075.Michael_Mandrake

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Blurb: Who would’ve thought that a British hitman would fall in lust at first sight with an American felon? It could become deadly for both.

Aiden Moriarty is a Florida ‘herbalist’ who works with a performance-enhancing drug used by many athletes. One of them is baseball star Ivan Salerno, who was caught using the drug and is now on the brink of getting suspended. Because of Ivan’s connections with a rogue mob boss, Aiden is taken into a witness-protection program, working along with baseball higher-ups until he testifies.

The mob boss, Augustine Ora, has hired former British military officer and his best hitman Devlin ‘Brit’ Crawford to do the job. Ora has instructed Devlin to go to Miami, kidnap Aiden and take him to the local airport to be transported to Havana, Cuba, to be executed by Ora’s top officers.

However, when Devlin receives the email, the pictures of the blue-eyed felon catch his eye and he is moved to go in a different direction. Instead of delivering Aiden to the airport, he has thoughts of taking him away and saving him from Ora’s wrath.

This move puts himself and Aiden, as well as his assistant, Miranda Ashley, in huge danger. Will Devlin keep Aiden safe despite the odds, or will he fail, causing Ora and his men to come after him?

Release day October 6, 2015

Early Download at PRIDE Now!

Link – https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/on-the-run

Excerpt

“Let me get this straight, you want me to do what?” Aiden Moriarty gripped the arms of his chair tightly. His eyes bulged in surprise. “Go against−”

“Yes, Aiden, we need you to testify against Salerno so we can suspend him from baseball indefinitely.” Garrett Engle leaned forward in his chair and folded his hands on top of his desk. “It’s the best deal for you, Aiden, or it’s time in jail for impersonating a doctor and practicing medicine without a license. Take your pick.”

Aiden closed his eyes tightly and ran his hand through his hair. “Shit. Neither, Engle. You’d ask me to do this even after I gave you all the information I had on Salerno?”

“Yes we would, Moriarty. We’ve got our game to protect.”

“I don’t give a shit. We’re talking about my hide here. Damnit!” Aiden bammed the desk in frustration and petulantly folded his arms over his chest. “What the hell, Engle? I told you him and his boys were going to kill me. You promised me a hiding place, freedom…”

“And we’ve gotten you away from the feds, haven’t we? They’re cooperating because they want free tickets to the Yankees games and the World Series. They don’t give a rat’s ass about you and neither do we.”

Aiden bit the inside of his jaw and darted his eyes from left to right. Thinking of what Ora and his goons might do sent a chill up his spine. More than that, he was angry that Engle was suddenly turning on him. “You know what, listen. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, right?” Beads of sweat pebbled on Aiden’s forehead and the heat swarmed around him. “You need me more than I need you. Salerno wouldn’t even be investigated right now unless you contacted me.”

“And you needed money to pay off Ora when you stupidly played high stakes poker with him.”

“Yes, but at what fucking cost? So I can testify against him and be a target for one of his henchmen to shoot me on sight? They’ll do it, you know. I know they will, mark my words.”

Engle sighed. “Well it’s either play with us or Ora. You testify against Salerno, we keep you safer and out of jail. You don’t and we bring you and Ora down together. The feds are after him, big time. If they can find a connection between all three of you it’ll make their year.”

Aiden smeared the moisture from his head. “Engle, there’s gotta be another way. I’ve turned over the documents, the text messages. I’ve done everything you asked.” Aiden was nearly in tears thinking of what Salerno and his mob boss friend would do to him without the protection of the US Marshals.

Engel relaxed back in the chair. His brown gaze met Aiden’s. “Yes you have, but we need your testimony to bring Salerno and others like him down for good. And we’ll keep you from getting hurt, as much as we possibly can. But you know…” Engle stopped a moment and shifted in his chair. “Accidents do happen.”

Aiden cocked an eyebrow and gulped hard. What accidents is he talking about?Things around the house or out in the streets, this he knew, but what other things or was Engel giving him a warning if he didn’t cooperate?

“Okay, yeah um, so when do I have to testify again?” Aiden hated this plan but he’d much rather deal with them than Boss Ora and his scary crew. He’d asked Salerno to back off but he and Ora were relentless. They’d stop at nothing to make sure Aiden was permanently shut up a lot sooner than later.

Aiden still had things he wanted to do; like meet someone who didn’t judge him based off his profession.

Instead, his main concern was whether or not he’d see his next birthday. At the moment, he didn’t think he’d receiving any birthday wishes or gifts by the end of the year.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Men for Hire - COMING SOON!

In addition to all of the other fantastic things that I'm working on, I've got a brand new release coming up with Luminosity Publishing this month. I'm taking part in an anthology with three other talented writers called Men for Hire.

The premise of the story is that Jennifer Archer, a woman from London, has created a new business for herself called Men for Hire. We're not talking gigolos, though, ladies. We're talking about men who know how to work with their hands. They're willing to run errands, do odd jobs around the house. Chimney sweeping, home repairs, putting together one of those giant home gym systems that come in a million little boxes. And if they're a pleasure to look at in the process, all the better, right?

Things quickly turn from professional to personal when these men begin to fall for the women that hired them!


Got Muscle by Tina Donahue
It’s so nice to have a hunk around the house…
As a recent transplant from New York, Bree’s certain her company transferred her to the London office because she wasn’t model-thin like the American staff. To rectify that, she’s bought a home gym. Now all she needs is someone to put the bloody thing together so she can sweat herself into a micro mini.
David has muscle to spare. Tall, dark, and sinfully handsome, he’s doing odd jobs until he gets his start-up off the ground. As far as David’s concerned, Bree’s lush curves don’t need improving, just a man who can appreciate them. He’ll definitely give her all the exercise she needs.

Menage at Mealtime by Bella Settarra
Naomi Powell nervously prepares for a dinner party where she hopes to secure a lucrative deal with a new publisher. Her ex, Richard, is also attending with his new girlfriend, Naomi’s best friend, Paula.
When Naomi hears a bird stuck in her chimney she urgently calls ‘Men for Hire’ for help. Two gorgeous guys, Aaron and James, come to her rescue. Not only do they solve her chimney problem, they woo her guests and give Naomi the time of her life—ménage-style!
However, when Richard announces that he wants Naomi back, will she follow convention or follow her heart?

Calculated Risk by Michelle Roth
Stella Whitman has inherited her mother’s country home. When she finds it in utter disrepair, her cousin suggests that she call Men for Hire in search of a handy man. When he arrives, She’s somewhat shocked to find that his deep brown eyes and rugged good looks are giving her some very inappropriate thoughts.
Despite his instant attraction to Stella, Ian Starling has convinced himself that they need to keep things strictly professional. He’s been burnt before and has vowed never again. It becomes increasingly more difficult as he gets to know her, though. Then one rainy night changes everything…

Marital Duties by Jennifer Denys
Delighted her ‘Men for Hire’ business was doing so well, Jennifer wasn’t expecting several of her clients to fall in love with her employees. At least they were getting sex. She was married and didn’t even get that most basic of husbandly tasks.
An idea came to her, and she amusingly completed an employee request form asking for her husband to do his marital duties.
Rob was stunned when he received the form mistakenly sent out by Jennifer’s assistant. Well, if his lovely wife wanted him to perform his duties, he would undertake them. Only, it wouldn’t be what she was asking for…

Here's a very NSFW excerpt from my story...




Monday, August 31, 2015

Welcome to my little corner of madness!





So on every 31st I'll be here giving two cents of my madness to everyone. Aren't you just lucky?

OH dear indeed!

So the last time I was here, I gave a little lecture on Massage Therapy, but I also promised a sneak peek into my books. And now I'm back this month to give ya a little sumthin-sumthin! 

The first of my books that I want to give some insight on is the Club Aries Series


The series takes place in Nashville, Tennessee - a place I visited a lot in 2012. It's so incredibly beautiful down there, and it made sense for Aries to be centered in downtown Nashville. My first book, All The Difference features Jamie Monroe and Diego Ramirez. The two couldn't be more opposite. 
At the beginning of the book she is a wallflower, a secretary for Bristol Carter, no self esteem at all thanks to the last boyfriend she had. I poured quite a bit of myself into Jamie, with the exception of the secretary thing. In 2012 I had just left my husband of whom I'd been with for a decade of my life. I knew nothing else, and I was very self conscious. But once she meets Diego, a male dancer at Club Aries who is in the bar of the hotel she decided to stay in, he helps her find that confidence within herself to push forward to catch her dreams. 
Six weeks go by within the book after the hot weekend Jamie spends with Diego and she's refusing to sue his number, to contact him, instead wanting to find herself and stand on her own two feet -- or so she tells herself. She makes up her mind to go back to school to get her paralegal degree, and on her final day in the firm, she figures out that finding her dreams is meaningless without the one person that made her feel confident enough to go for it. 

The book started out more as a wish fulfillment/fantasy of a man I'd met at a book convention. Then it turned into something so much more, and you get to see Jamie and Diego's growing romance and relationship in the subsequent books. 

Book Two - Chivalry Isn't Dead takes place alongside All The Difference's timeline, in which Adrian agrees to fill in for Diego when he takes the weekend off from Aries to spend time with Jamie. He meets Natasha Franklin at Aries who is there to celebrate her best friend's upcoming wedding.  After partying hard and drinking a lot, Natasha finds herself crudely awakened by the bridesmaids insisting they go work out at one of the dancer's fitness studios. She then remembers the Adonis that begged her to come, and quickly dressed. She found out that she and Adrian shared an intense love of dance and music, and instantly hit it off. 
Unfortunately for Natasha, there's a man within her group of friends in Bowling Green, Kentucky that wants her for himself and will stop at nothing to have her. Regardless of Adrian and Natasha's growing love, this man decides that if he can't have her no one can. 

Natasha was an interesting one for me to write. I had seen her a different way, while she shared Adrian's love of dance, her looks were very different, until I was sitting with my kids while they watched Disney. Zendaya's "Replay" comes on and I actually listened to the lyrics and realized that she was my Natasha. Her name was originally Natalie as well, but once I found the inspiration for her it changed. Adrian was inspired by a good friend of mine, who is also a friend of the man that inspired Diego. He'd asked me in 2013 if I would write a book for him after he'd read a bit of All The Difference. With that one question the entire Aries crew took life within my head. 

Book Three - Now or Never puts the timeline ahead a bit and introduces more firmly Travis Holt, a driven man, who works in Aries, but also has a dream of owning his own construction business. He works with a construction team in Bowling Green, and lives on the border of Kentucky and Tennessee to make certain he can make it to both jobs at a decent time. While working in Kentucky he sees a girl that had drawn his attention while he was onstage at Aries. A blonde bombshell that drove him insane with lust. Upon leaving the job site he finds her admiring his '72 mustang. But what surprises him is that Katelyn Jacobs is just a driven as he is. When she sees something she wants, she goes for it head first. 
They begin a friends with benefits relationship slowly growing the friends portion until they finally begin dating. Travis doesn't realize fully until Katie's life is put in danger how much he truly cares for her. 

Into Katie I put my recklessness. Katie is fun and a down home country girl, loving going mudding with the boys. Katie fits in with the group as 'one of the boys' and that's me completely. I've always had male friends and was treated like one of the boys. 

Book Four - Once in a Lifetime gives us more of Mallory, who was introduced in All The Difference. She's made a name for herself as a Massage Therapist and loves what she does. She also has the hots for Diego's friend Vincent. Vince, however, has too many skeletons in his closet that keeps him from forming attachments. Mallory is just too sweet for him to resist, but even though he tries to keep her at arm's length he cannot stay away from her. 

As I said in my last blog entry I modeled Mallory after myself with my love of my new career. Mallory's involvement within the Club Aries series is not done yet, she plays a part in Book Six where I feature Jamie's wedding. 

Book Five - No More Games is the lead in to Jamie and Diego's wedding, and the last of the boys following his dreams. Jason has opened his bar, The Red Zone and it's doing very well in Nashville. One of the boys from Aries, Joey is like a little brother to him, but Joey's sister, Tiera certainly is not like family to him. He's loved her since he first met her, and the two have been dating a while, but have been keeping it secret. Tiera deals with overbearing parents who wants to run her life and belittles her when she attempts to explain that she's doing what she loves. She doesn't find the courage to stand up to them and for what she wants until Joey is rushed to the hospital in critical condition. 

This book was an interesting one for me to write. I had imagined Tiera's parents to be overbearing but sweet, wanting the best for their kids. Yet when I wrote the first scene with them, I hated them. HATED them. But it works, and it made the story so much better for when Tiera finds that confidence. I found myself relating to Tiera in her desire to have what she wants, and yet wanting to make everyone else happy before thinking of herself. 

The series will continue with Ready and Willing, book six, in which I show Nicholas, who has been shown throughout the series, and Jenna, one of Jamie's best friends. 

For now, however, I'm busy working on my paranormal, which'll be 11 books with potential to continue after that. There's an overall arc of a war breaking out within a secret supernatural community. It influences everyone in the books and each couple will have their own book to feature in as the timeline progresses. Paranormal is my passion and I've been working hard to get it right to be published. Hopefully soon, by my next blog, I'm hoping for, I'll have the news that it's been contracted! 

It's been a pleasure to be here again today, and I'll see y'all on Halloween!

Sunday, August 30, 2015

A Few of my Favorite Lines #WolvesofWillowBend #NewRelease

I have spent the week celebrating the release of the latest Wolves of Willow Bend, so I thought I'd share with you a few of my favorite lines from the book:

“Only if you understand that I graduated from bad boys to big bad wolf.”
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“I’ll only ask you nicely once. Who are you and what are you doing here?” 

Damn good questions. What was her name again?
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“My mother is definitely not a wolf. Hell, she’s a Methodist…”
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“Damn, you got mean while I was gone.”

“Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?”
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How his father managed to reduce him from Alpha to recalcitrant teenager he’d never know—or admit to—but the man did. In the kitchen, his father nodded to the table. “Why don’t you set that while we talk?”

Irritation scraped against his nerves. He had a thousand things to be doing, but sure…he could set a table. “What’s up, Dad?"
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Brett Dalton, Alpha of Hudson River, isolated himself from his pack mates after one betrayed him. The once, easygoing Alpha has become taciturn, remote and unforgiving. His pack worries for him, but they too have suffered a devastating blow. When several members leave to join Three Rivers, the pack faces the threat of dissolution until Brett’s best friend and Lone Wolf, Luc Danes returns to Hudson River accompanied by a beautiful young human—or is she? Something about the woman consumes Brett. Has Luc come home to help or to take the pack from Brett?

Colby Jensen wrapped up thousands of hours of community service working at the hospital in Maine when an injured Luc Danes rolled through the door. The impossible patient drove the nurses crazy, but when Danes offered her money no strings attached to drive him to New York, she agreed. The last thing she expected was to arrive in the small Westchester County town and to meet the craziest collection of residents—especially the devastatingly sexy Brett Dalton. Part of her wants to hit the road, the rest wants to make him smile and he keeps making excuses for her to stay.

Then she sees the wolves…and is exposed to a world she can barely imagine. When Brett discovers a secret about her, nothing will be the same again. Now she will find herself torn between a world she isn’t sure she can understand and the man who has taken her heart hostage…

Saturday, August 29, 2015

How about checking in on another lawyer?

I've been working a lot with attorneys lately, so I thought I'd introduce you to Tony Landry, the incredibly hot criminal defense attorney who fascinates a young prosecutor almost as much as he intimidates her in the courtroom.

How about a short excerpt to give you an idea who you'll find in THE DEFENDERS, a two-book boxed set, books 2 and 3 of my partly  new, partly reworked Courthouse Connections series?

That night she sat at her home computer, searching in vain for precedents that would help her convict Garcia, while she munched on a pizza that had about as much flavor as the box in which it had been delivered. The image of the drug lord’s tall, drop-dead gorgeous lawyer with that incongruous little-boy dimple on his cheek kept distracting her.

She sensed that Tony Landry would be as skilled a lover as a defender, that he’d know how to play a woman the way he played a jury. Her skin burned, though the regular hum of the air conditioner reminded her that the indoor temperature couldn’t be much over seventy degrees. Nothing, not even telling herself that Landry was almost as bad as the clients he defended, dispelled the fascination she felt for him.

This was crazy. She didn’t fantasize about men, ever, and here she was, imagining doing all kinds of unimaginable things with the man who was figuratively ripping her to shreds in court. Kristine tried to put Landry out of her mind.

She didn’t want to give up looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack that might help her win her case, but the logical part of her brain assured her she wouldn’t find anything. Angry at herself, she shut down the computer. At least, Kristine figured as she crawled into bed, she could start the morning rested. As she tried to sleep, though, visions of Tony Landry tormented her.

Not since high school had Kristine felt so drawn to another human being. Never to a man like Landry, who should repel her as thoroughly as it seemed he was attracting her. She imagined how he’d feel, all tough sinew and sex appeal, when he stripped out of his elegant courtroom attire. He’d have a hard, fit body, satiny, tanned skin, soft except for cheeks and jaws roughened by the hint of a beard. Never mind that she’d never seen him late in the day. She could almost feel the rasp of his five o’clock shadow against her fingers.

She imagined those dark eyes raking her with interest, interest much more personal than the visual caresses he gave the jurors. Not just interest, but desire. His big hands would touch her everywhere, make her hot and wet and ready for sexual adventure. Real sexual play, as different from the adolescent groping she remembered as the Gulf of Mexico during a hurricane from calm, protected Tampa Bay.
Finally she fell into a restless sleep, but he stayed with her, even in her dreams.

He was hot, so hot. His mouth took hers, his tongue tangling with hers while he used his hands to stroke her breasts, her belly . . . and between her legs where she was becoming wet from his sensual assault.

Groping blindly, she reached for him, needing desperately to touch him as he was touching her. His skin felt silky, yet beneath it lay hard, fit muscle pulsing with life. When he nudged her legs apart and knelt between them, she grasped his butt cheeks, drawing him close, closer. Into her wet, aching flesh.

Filling her. Stretching her. Moving slow at first, then faster. It felt so good . . . so real, the small, intense climax that left her trembling, wanting more. What was she doing? She had to stop, send him away before he stole her will to resist.


But when she opened her eyes, he wasn’t there. Her legs lay tangled in the sweaty top sheet that she clutched tightly in her own clenched fists.

Enjoy! THE DEFENDERS IS ON SALE for a few more days, so grab yours while it's merely $.99!

Love, Ann




Friday, August 28, 2015

Scorching New Highlander from Sabrina York #Giveaway



Hannah and the Highlander by Sabrina York
First in a brand-new series about the bold, brawny men of the Scottish Highlands--and the lovely lasses who bring them to their knees…
Coming September 1st

Highlanders are her weakness.

Hannah Dounreay has no time for suitors who only seem interested in her family's land, which she manages as well as any man. If she marries, she wants to be loved for the educated, independent woman she is. But when a strong, silent--and spectacularly handsome--Highlander saves her from a violent attack, her heart is stirred. Who is this man? And if he asks for Hannah's hand, will she be able to resist him?

Love is the most powerful weapon of all.

Alexander Lochlannach, Laird of Dunnet, has no time to lose. The Highlands are in an uproar as clans battle for land--without mercy--and Alexander can't afford to fall for the wildly attractive, strong-willed Hannah. What's more, he has a desperate secret, one that could destroy them both. But as their attraction turns into an all-consuming passion, Alexander has no choice but to prove to Hannah that he's the only man for her--body and soul…

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Egads. She wants to speak with him before the wedding…

The door opened immediately, as though she’d been standing there waiting. At the sight of her, his heart stalled and his throat tightened. She had this effect on him each and every time he saw her. God, she was so beautiful. 
Her eyes widened, as though she was surprised to see him, which befuddled him, because she’d asked him to come. Then her gaze raked him. He liked to think that look in her eye was a glimmer of appreciation. “Dunnet,” she said. “You’re . . . dressed.”
Aye. Dressed for a wedding. He couldn’t help but notice she was not.
“Lady . . . Hannah.” He bowed. “You wanted to . . . talk?”
She nodded briskly and opened the door wider, stepping back to allow him to enter. He did so and closed the door behind him. The click was deafening. It was not lost on him that he was in her bedchambers. His gaze flicked to the bed. It was slightly rumpled. That made him feel slightly rumpled as well.
This was not the time for his passion to rise.
It did.
“Thank you for coming,” she said, turning away to pace. “I know you are prepared to marry . . . forthwith.” He had no idea why she emphasized the word as she did. “But before we exchange our vows, I have some things that I need to say.”
He nodded, even as relief gushed through him.
She hadn’t changed her mind.
And if she had things to say, he should probably stay silent. And listen.
“You and I need to have an understanding.”
“An . . . understanding?”
“Aye.” His hope was supplanted by a hint of disappointment when she said in a very businesslike tone, “We both know this is a marriage of convenience.”
His gaze snapped to her face. Ernest though her expression was, it lacked the dreamy, romantic tinge a groom might hope for. In fact, she set her chin and shot him a very unromantic glance.
A marriage of convenience? A cold, heartless, distant union? Denial howled. Suddenly, to his surprise, he found he wanted something very different. He longed to respond, to cry out his dissent, but his throat locked.
“There is no reason to pretend this is something other than it is. I agreed to marry you because Dounreay needs your protection and you agreed to marry me for my lands. We are marrying for no other reason. Aye. I understand that. We understand that.”
Nae. We understood nothing of the sort. There was another reason he was determined to marry her, did she but realize.
He wanted her.
“Regardless, Dunnet, my wish is for a peaceful union.”
Peaceful. Aye. Peaceful was good.
“I should like for us to work together as a team. In partnership.”
Aye. He had a partnership in mind. . . .
“If I’m going to pledge myself to a man forever, I need to know that he will respect me. That he will honor my wishes. I need to know he will take my counsel into account.” She fixed Alexander with a steady gaze, as though she expected a response. So he nodded.
She was so beautiful, so earnest. So tantalizing.
He stepped closer, intent on his target.
Her eyes widened as he neared. Her hand on his chest stalled his approach and her brow wrinkled. Her gaze flicked to his mouth and her tongue peeped out, wetting her lips, igniting a flame in his belly. With great effort, she ripped her gaze away and frowned. “Do you agree to my terms?” she asked.
He cupped her cheek and angled her head up. Her breath caught. Her features froze as she realized his intent. “Aye,” he said. “Aye.” And then he did what he’d been thinking about for weeks. What he’d been obsessing over all day. He kissed her.
And it was glorious.

A shiver rippled over Hannah’s skin as Dunnet took her mouth. His taste, his scent, infused her. It was a light kiss, a testing foray, but it sent an unholy thrill through her and left her wanting one thing. More.
She had wanted this chance to speak with him privately, to receive his assurances that their marriage would be a partnership, to set her mind at rest, and he’d done that. But if she was being truthful . . . something like this had been on her mind as well, skulking there behind her noble intentions, a roiling hunger. A curiosity. A need.
She’d kissed him before and he had turned away. She desperately needed to know if, in his heart, he had any passion for her whatsoever.
He lifted his head—way too soon—and stared down at her. “Hannah . . . ” he murmured.
Even as she attempted to rein in her disappointment at his withdrawal, his hold on her cheek tightened, his eyes narrowed, and he issued a noise, something gruff and deep, something that sent a lick of exhilaration through her.
He yanked her closer. The feel of his body against hers, rigid and unyielding, made her head spin. His fingers threaded through her hair and he held her steady as his head descended again. She sucked in a breath, quivering with anticipation.
And ah. Ah.
This kiss was different.
This wasn’t tentative in the slightest. It was a taking. A mad, starved consummation of her mouth with his, a melding of lips and tongue and need.
This was as wild as the windy squalls off the coast. As tantalizing as the fairy wisps at dusk. As scorching as the forge where razor-sharp steel was tempered and formed.
And it cut through her like a screaming wind, an enticing magic, a warm blade.
Scuttles of heat rose in her womb. Rivulets of excitement danced in her veins. His taste filled her senses, her mouth, her soul.
When he lifted his head, a glimmer danced in his eye. It was the look of a conquering hero, a savage Scotsman, a man whose hunger had been sated but ignited at the same time.
Oh heavens.
Exultation whipped through her. Her knees were weak and her body melted.
Damn her reservations.
Damn her fears.
Damn her doubts about whether or not he really wanted her.
She wanted him. And she would have him.
It was gratifying to see that he was not unaffected. His breath came heavy and hard and there was a slight tremble in his voice when he spoke. It was one word and one word only, forced out and wreathed in a growl, but it was enough.
“Mine.”

WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT HANNAH AND THE HIGHLANDER
Bold and steamy—Publisher’s Weekly
5 stars: A stunning tale from beginning to end—Love, Life and Booklust
Top Pick: Hannah and the Highlander is a wonderful love story that I can honestly and happily recommend to all—Night Owl Reviews
4 Stars: York turns her talent for sizzle to men in kilts—and the women who love them—in her newest sexy romp—RT Magazine



Untamed Highlanders Series
Hannah and the Highlander—Coming September 1st
Susana and the Scot—Coming December 29th
Lana and the Laird—Coming in 2016

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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Nibble of Cerise's #new cherry? Taste her butler! HER BEGUILING BUTLER #Regency


     I'd like a butler, please. Especially one like Mr. Finnley. Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious and oh, so obliging!
    
   He's out everywhere and I will get you the links. In the meantime, here is the AMAZON link:

   He is the first in a series about delightful, impertient servants in Dudley Crescent, London. Others to come include a FAB.U.LOUS group created last month by so many readers who came to a FB Party I gave with my buddies.

   Look for them in coming months. 

Here's your nibble:
Copyright 2015, Cerise DeLand.

  She should not undo him. But she did.
  “Wallace Finnley. You have education and breeding. I can tell. Do you know how?”
  He shook his head, her nearness a magnet to his body, his soul. Her lips, his only lure.
  “For one thing, you own that very fine, very French Ferdinand Berthoud pocket watch. My great-uncle owned one similar.” She dropped her eyes toward the point on his chest where he kept his treasure. “I can hear the delicate chimes when it rings every quarter hour.”
  He should have left it in his rooms. But it was the dearest memento he owned from his grandfather.   Besides, he ran his daily duties by the precision of it. “I cannot part with it. It keeps me on task.”
  “It does. I see it.”
  “May I go now?”
  “No. Certainly not. I would learn more. You say you come from Yorkshire. But I detect no hint of it in your pronunciation. You went to school. Some fine institution that weaned you from your native speech. Where?”
  Good god. She was perceptive. He set his jaw. He’d not reveal his year at Edinburgh. He never told anyone of that, he’d hated it so. “The Army was my schooling. Taught me responsibility.”
  “Your rank?”
   “Captain.”
   She smiled at him, her face around her eyes crinkling in appreciation. “So then your family purchased a commission for you?”
   My father gave me nothing of value. “I ran away. Began as a recruit.”
   “Noble of you.”
   “Necessary, ma’am.” He shook his head, thinking them done, moving to rise.
   She caught his hand. “A moment, Finnley. There is more to your story. From your time in the Army, I see then when and how you acquired your demeanor with those under your command.”
He wished to escape her touch and her sound perception. “The Army gave me a good education.”
   “And war is a demanding teacher,” she concluded.
   “It was. I wish to never fight again.”
   “Nor do any of us. My brother died. At Waterloo.”
   He schooled himself to remain placid. Her brother had been his best friend. What he did here for Alicia was as much for her as for Jerome.
   “I find it intriguing, dear Finnley, that with such rank in the military, you now offer yourself in domestic service.”
   Her statement, he knew, was a question and he had to avoid the whole answer of his origins. “Being a butler is an honorable occupation.”
   She fell back to her cushions, her hand dropping and freeing him of her hold.  Her expression told him she was dismayed with his obstinate ways.
   He stepped backward and rubbed his wrist.
   She stared at him, clear-eyed and assured. “Finnley, I will be forthright. I look into your endearing blue eyes and can see that when you speak truth to me, your pupils darken and enlarge.”
   What?
   “And when you lie to me, your pupils constrict and your body tightens like a drum.”
   Well, damn. Foiled by my eyes?
   Once more, she took his hand and put his open palm to her soft cheek. “Might you care for me, Finnley?”
   Might? There was no might.