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Friday, November 28, 2014

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Adele Downs

Welcome to Book Fun Friday
 We're Officially in the Holiday Season

Now I don't have to be teased or otherwise be given a hard time because I already have my Christmas tree up (it's ten feet and not decorated yet...I'm not that good) and the Christmas music on 24/7 since I could get it on satellite.

Join me this month as we roll out some wonderful books with Holiday romantic themes. I hope you enjoy.

Today please join me in welcoming Adele Downs.


Adele Downs writes best-selling contemporary romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania
home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and Caribbean.

Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as a past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report) and has presented workshops for writers.

When Adele isn’t working on her current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book on the nearest beach. Now for our book feature:

Book Quote:“You can’t go wrong with Adele Downs.” ~Will Work for Books


A .99 Lunchbox Romance short novella from Boroughs Publishing Group.

Book Tag Line: Tragedy brought them together, but joy met them on the other side.

Clearly, the man had no concept of his effect on her.
When Daisy pulled up to Trey’s house and saw him standing at the base of the steps to greet her in nothing but low slung denims and work boots, she’d found it hard to breathe. Suddenly, Jack Frost and his Pennsylvania winter lost their appeal. Who needed snow when a smokin’ hot cowboy waited for her? Welcomed her? Wanted her?
If she hadn’t come to Houston, she wouldn’t have met the handsome ranch hand who filled her dreams night after night. Trey had become her single compelling reason to work through her personal pain. That and the fact that she’d never give up police work. She’d find a way to succeed, one way or another. It was hard for a cop to be flexible, since theirs was a structured world, but she was trying her best to adapt to her new environment.
Daisy took a bite of her chicken salad while Trey munched his roast beef. They ate in companionable silence while Big Blue grazed beyond. Trey took a swallow of bottled ice tea and then spoke. “Would you like to spend Christmas Eve together, here? Maybe help me trim the tree?”
Daisy’s spirit lifted again with the invitation, though she tried to stay cool. She and her sister Rose had already been invited to Christmas dinner with Trey’s family, and she’d promised to bring homemade pumpkin pie and oven fresh bread. Rose was making apple pie and a side dish.
Daisy hadn’t expected to spend Christmas Eve with Trey too, but she was glad he asked. “Sure. I’d like that.” The heaviness around her heart broke free and her mood lifted. She imagined the two of them in an embrace, making love beneath the twinkling lights of Trey’s Christmas tree, and realized she was…happy.
It had been so long since she’d known the feeling it took seconds to realize what had come over her. She smiled and savored the moment. Trey made her happy. Spending Christmas with him was the best gift the season could bring.
There would be no snowfall in Texas. Or winter’s chill.  No downhill sledding, hot cocoa, or ice covered boots. There might not be snippets of holly gracing the table, but there would undoubtedly be mistletoe. With that final thought, Daisy leaned over and gave Trey a deep, gotta’ get-back-to-work kiss.
He smiled at her, and just like that… Daisy found her Christmas spirit.
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Friday, November 14, 2014

Book Fun Friday welcomes Lauren Smith

Book Fun Friday welcomes back Lauren Smith!

Author Bio: 

Amazon Best-selling author, Lauren Smith is an attorney by day, author by night, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She’s a native Oklahoman who lives with her three pets: a feisty chinchilla, sophisticated cat and dapper little schnauzer. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including being an Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award

Title of today's post: Deck the Halls with Seasoned Rakes!
There’s nothing better than a warm fire in the hearth, garlands hanging from the windows, and a handsome rake waiting to seduce you beneath a freshly hung kissing bough complete with mistletoe. That’s how I like to think of the Christmas holidays especially when I read historical romances. It’s all about the family, celebrating, and giving gifts to those we love. Every year I end up tucked up in a corner of my Aunt’s large living room, snuggled in a thick blanket, watching snow fall over Omaha and I indulge in my own little Christmas traditions of reading Christmas themed historical romances.
I prefer Regency historical the most, but the interesting thing is that during the Regency, Christmas was the holiday we know it as now. In fact, in town, the holidays were not nearly as celebrated as it was in the country. It was only during the Victorian era, thanks to Charles’s Dickens story that Christmas was welcomed in London. Even more shocking was that Christmas trees were actually a custom from Germany before it became English and didn’t appear with much frequency until the 1830s.
So, in other words, the traditional idea of Christmas we now think of hadn’t really been born during the Regency. But mistletoe traditions had been around for centuries (as far back as the 2nd century BC). Druids would gather the mistletoe which they saw as symbols of hope and peace.  Mistletoe had some connections with medicinal usage as well as connections to female fertility. The writer in me speculates that this was probably how the infamous and oh so delicious tradition of kissing beneath it came about.
When I started writing His Wicked Seduction, the second book in my League of Rogues series, I wanted to set it during Christmas because the idea of a mistletoe kiss was too irresistible. What better holiday would be the downfall of an untamable rogue like Lucien, the hero, or what better opportunity for a well bred young lady, like the heroine Horatia, to entice this rogue to kiss her and lose his heart?
See just how easy it is for a piece of greenery to cause so much trouble?

Book Title: His Wicked Seduction
 (A Steamy historical romance)

Book Teaser:“Then I will leave you, but only if you allow me to honor tradition first. I’ve heard it is bad luck to ignore such things.” His breath fanned her neck, sending shivers of anticipation through her. Who would have thought the word tradition could be so seductive? Horatia whirled around to face him, her nose brushing his as she hadn’t realized how close he was.
“Tradition?” she asked.
Lucien’s eyes flicked up to something over their heads. A sprig of mistletoe, pinned to the wood above the large window.
“But if someone were to come in and see us…” she trailed off as she focused on his lips.
“This is my study. No one will disturb us. Besides, you locked the door.” He reached up to brush his knuckles across her cheek, and then his fingertips danced down to her neck where they wrapped around the back of her head. He massaged her scalp in slow tender movements as he pulled her closer. When she was flush against the length of his body, his other hand banded securely about her waist. She moaned and he caught the sound with his lips, plundering her with a possessive tongue.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he said between languid kisses.
“You have?” she asked faintly, leaning more into him than was wise or proper.

If you want to know just where that little kiss leads, try out my Christmas tradition, curl up on a nice couch surrounded by a family in front of the fire and read His Wicked Seduction. Happy Holidays from Lauren Smith!

Log Line  To love her, he’ll break every rule.

Book Blurb  Can the League’s most wicked rakehell be tamed? Or has this Rogue fallen too far?
The League of Rogues, Book 2
Horatia Sheridan has been hopelessly in love with Lucien, her brother’s best friend, ever since he rescued her from the broken remains of her parents’ wrecked carriage. His reputation as London’s most notorious rakehell doesn’t frighten her, for under his veneer of cool authority she has glimpsed a man whose wicked desires inspire her own.
Lucien, Marquess of Rochester, has deliberately nurtured a reputation for debauchery that makes every matchmaking mother of the ton quake with fear. His one secret: he is torn between soul-ripping lust for Horatia, and the loyalty he owes her brother.
That loyalty is put to the test when an old enemy of the League threatens Horatia’s life. With Christmas drawing near, he sweeps her away to his country estate, where he can’t resist granting her one wish—to share his bed and his heart.
But sinister forces are lurking, awaiting the perfect moment to exact their revenge by destroying not only whatever happiness Lucien might find in Horatia’s arms, but the lives of those they love.
Warning: This book contains an intelligent lady who is determined to seduce her brother’s friend, a brooding rake whose toy of choice in bed is a little bit of bondage with a piece of red silk, a loyal band of merry rogues and a Christmas love so scorching you’ll need fresh snow to extinguish it.

Excerpt:  London, December 1820
She is going to be the death of me.
“Lucien! You’re not even listening to me, are you? I’m in desperate need of a new valet and you’ve been woolgathering rather than offering suggestions. I daresay you have enough for a decent coat and a pair of mittens by now.”
Lucien Russell, the Marquess of Rochester, looked to his friend Charles. They were walking down Bond Street, Lucien keeping careful watch over one particular lady without her knowledge and Charles simply enjoying the chance for an outing. The street was surprisingly crowded for so early in the day and during such foul wintry weather.
“Admit it,” Charles prodded.
Lucien fought to focus on his friend. “Sorry?”
The Earl of Lonsdale fixed him with a stern glare which, given that his usual manner tended towards jovial, was a little alarming.
“Where is your head? You’ve been out of sorts all morning.”
Lucien grunted. He had no intention of explaining himself. His thoughts were sinful ones, ones that would lead him straight to a fiery spot in Hell, assuming one wasn’t already reserved for him. All because of one woman: Horatia Sheridan.
She was halfway up Bond Street on the opposite side of the road, a beacon of beauty standing out from the women around her. A footman dressed in the Sheridan livery trailed diligently behind her with a large box in his arms. A new dress, if Lucien had to hazard a guess. She should not be out traipsing about on snow-covered walkways, not with these carriages rumbling past, casting muddy slush all over. It frustrated him to think she was risking a chill for the sake of shopping. It frustrated him more that he was so concerned about it.
“I know you think I’m a half-wit on most days, but—”
“Only most?” Lucien couldn’t resist the verbal jab.
Charles grinned. “As I was saying, it’s a bit obvious our leisurely stroll is merely a ruse. I’ve noticed we’ve stopped several times, matching the pattern of a certain lady of our acquaintance across the street.”
So Charles had been watchful after all. Lucien shouldn’t have been surprised. He hadn’t done his best to conceal his interest in Horatia Sheridan. It was too hard to fight the natural pull of his gaze whenever she was near. She was twenty years old, yet she carried herself with the natural grace of a mature and educated queen. Not many women could achieve such a feat. For as long as he’d known her, she’d been that way.

Question for You:
What’s your favorite Christmas Tradition?

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