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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Erika Kelly



Welcome to Book Fun Friday!

 It's my pleasure to introduce Erika Kelly and her new contemporary romance, You Really Got Me.


Erika's Bio:


Award-winning author Erika Kelly has been spinning romantic tales all her life—she just didn’t know it. Raised on the classics, she didn’t discover romantic fiction until later in life. From that moment on, she’s been devouring the genre and has found her true voice as an author. Married with four children, she’s moved 22 times, but give her pen and paper, a stack of good books, and a steaming mug of vanilla chai latte and she can make her home anywhere.

Book Title: YOU REALLY GOT ME, contemporary romance

Log Line: A band manager who's been burned one too many times by selfish musicians falls for a groupie-bait rock star who's so much more than he seems.



Book Blurb:

Emmie Valencia has what it takes to be the music industry’s hottest band manager. She just needs to prove it. Determined to discover a killer new band, Emmie is ready to make her move. First stop: Austin, Texas.
As a sizzling-hot lead singer, Slater Vaughn has no trouble raising heart rates—but his band’s been flat-lining for years. When Emmie, his bandmate’s sister, crashes with them in exchange for some free management, her industry know-how lands them a spot in the biggest music festival in Texas. But it isn’t just her business acumen that catches Slater’s attention. Emmie is sexy and warm, and—for the first time in his life—he wants more.

But as irresistible as Slater is, Emmie is done with musicians. In her experience, a man can’t be a rock star and someone to trust with your heart—but Slater is determined to show her he’s both.

Short excerpt:

Slater touched his forehead to hers. “I get turned on at the sound of your voice. I get turned on when you turn our stupid beaver logo into a smoking hot female weight lifter. I get turned on when you say you don’t want to have sex with me because you’re afraid you’ll lose me.”

“Why would that turn you on?” Emmie asked.

“Because it means you feel more for me than just checking off a box on your list.”

“But it might not be real. It might just be lust.”

“Have you ever felt anything even close to this? Jesus, Em, did you ever think you would? Because I sure as hell didn’t.” Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. Slowly, so he could watch her reaction, see her eyelids flutter closed, feel the breath shudder out of her throat. He kissed her and, thank the baby Jesus, she kissed him back.

The rush of sensation nearly buckled his knees. The heat of her mouth, the pressure of her fingers digging into his sides.

Immediately, she pushed him away. “God, let me just…he’s waiting for me. I have to go.”

“No, you don’t. If he had feelings for another woman, would you want him to go out with you?”

She shook her head, pushed him away, and hurried down the stairs.

Question for YOU! (leave answer in the comments)

My books are all about meeting your one and only—that fiercely passionate connection. In this one, Slater’s the one who falls first. And he falls hard. What kind of hero do you like? The alpha who knows what he wants and goes after it—or the wounded bad boy who’s not going down without a fight?


Thursday, March 12, 2015

Book Fun Friday Welcome Char Chaffin

 Are you ready to put your Irish on this weekend? I sure am!!



 Today's Guest Speaker:

Bio: Char Chaffin writes multi-genre romance filled with family, rich characters and engaging plots. For her, it all comes back to the love.
She has traveled all over the United States and can claim to have been in every state, plus parts of Mexico and Canada. She’s lived in seven states during her forty years of marriage to hubby Don, a retired Air Force man with a love of Fifties rock n’ roll and a passion for hot, classic cars. Between them they have three children and five grandchildren, all scattered to the far corners of the country. One of their great joys in life is to sneak away and visit the kids for long periods of time.
She is multi-published, and always working on that next manuscript.
A displaced Alaskan, Char currently divides her time between Fairbanks, Alaska and periodic forays into South Texas and Michigan. She and Don steal away to the Last Frontier and other parts unknown as often as time allows. The Chaffin extended family is scattered all over the Lower Forty-Eight and Alaska.
When she’s not pounding away at her keyboard or burying her nose in copious amounts of reading material, she likes nothing better than to hang out in her kitchen and cook up a frenzy.
Mostly involving chocolate.

Book Feature:  JESSE’S GIRL (Contemporary/Nostalgia Romance, Sensual


Log Line:  Clear his name. Get the girl. Easy, right?
Maybe not . . .


Book Blurb:  In 1965, Tim O’Malley returns to his home town to clear his name and reconnect with Dorothy Whitaker, the love of his life since eighth grade. Blamed for a destructive fire he didn’t set, only Tim and Dorothy know the truth; that Jesse Prescott, Tim’s best friend and Dorothy’s boyfriend, did the deed that changed an entire town. But Jesse died in that tragedy and seven years later, Skitter Lake still honors him as a hero, rather than Tim, whose quick actions saved the lives of six people.
In trying to set the record straight and finally claim Dorothy as his own, Tim and Dorothy will discover that in some small towns the legend often outweighs the truth . . . and their family and friends will forever see Dorothy as “Jesse’s girl.”

Book Excerpt:
He must have squeezed too tightly, because Dorothy let out a breathy gasp and wriggled until he loosened his arms. She stepped backward with a blush and downcast eyes. “I really do have to go, Tim.” She raised her head and all the longing he’d already been experiencing, all the need, was plain to see on her lovely face, for about half a second.
Then, her expression shuttered, she picked up her purse from the battered nightstand next to the bed where she’d laid it, and moved toward the door. Tim followed, unsure what to say even though a hundred different lines crowded his head. Stay with me. Get to know me again. Love me, the way I never stopped loving you.
They remained locked behind his compressed lips as he escorted her to the door and wished the last seven years had never happened.
In the open doorway she formed a smile that fell short of her eyes. “I’m glad we got to spend a little time together, Tim.” She slipped her arms around his waist for a quicksilver hug, then stepped back before he could reciprocate. “Please give your folks my best when you get back home.”
Tim flicked his eyes up to hers, then over her face, prettier than ever and without a speck of makeup. Her silky, red-blonde hair, combed back in its usual ponytail, was so unlike the current style he’d seen not only in California but here in Skitter Lake. Her dress wouldn’t have been out of place at the sock hops he remembered from twelfth grade. It was almost as if Dorothy Whitaker had frozen herself in time.
And he suddenly knew he wouldn’t be leaving at the end of the week. He’d stick around and see what was what. For Dorothy, and maybe even for Jesse.
Slowly, Tim reached out and clasped her fingers, then her wrist. Before he could talk himself out of it, he yanked her into his arms, up against his body, catching the back of her head, right below her ponytail. As her lips parted to speak, protest, whatever, he covered them with a kiss that spun out of control the instant it began. He wound an arm around her waist to anchor her tightly, but she’d already thrust her hands into his hair as she kissed him back. Tim groaned into her mouth and felt it echo back to him in the whimper she uttered that throbbed in the scant space between them.
For what seemed like an eternity, he kissed her, deep, then slow, then fast, greedy, pouring years of want and desire into a single, perfect moment. If he’d ever kissed another woman like this, he couldn’t remember. He deepened the kiss even more, and felt her fingers fist reflexively in his hair. He didn’t care if she ripped it out by the handfuls, as long as she never let go.

Question for You Dear Reader: Do you remember the Sixties? What is your fondest memory of those turbulent, remarkable times?

Leave you answer by clicking on the comments below.

Char's Links:

 Buy Link:    http://amzn.com/B00JK0DUD0

Book Trailer for Jesse’s Girl:

Char’s Links:
Website: http://char.chaffin.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/char.chaffin
Twitter: http://twitter.com/char_chaffin





Friday, March 6, 2015

Book Fun Friday Welcomes Samanthya Wyatt




Welcome to March Madness at Book Fun Friday we'll be featuring plenty of fun Romantic Reads!

On a personal note, my book Dream Man, a contemporary romance and part of the Executive Women in Love series is now available on Amazon, just click on the picture of the hot guy on your right!

Now we'll introduce Symantha!


Samanthya's Bio:
Like any other child I had dreams—be a singer, be a movie star—but the one thing that seemed to come natural was write. A few years ago I decided to pursue writing seriously. I pulled my story out of the closet and finished my historical, The Right One, the first of a trilogy, “One and Only Series”.


Book Title:  The True One, historical romance

Log Line:  Is pas­sion enough?  He must choose – her or revenge.

Book Tag Line:
His ship in splinters and his men captured, Stephen is a broken man. Yet the torture he received by his enemies is nothing compared to the torment he bears from an angel with lavender eyes.
Jennifer left England full of a young girl’s fantasies of romance and adventure. When she cares for a near death captain, memories emerge of the family she left behind. Will the passion they share be enough? He must choose – her or revenge.


Book Blurb:
Captain Stephen Radbourn accepts an intriguing proposition which results in horror. His ship in splinters and his men captured, he is a broken man. A band of rebels rescue their leader from a dungeon, taking the near dead captain with them. Fearing capture and thinking the tortured man will die, they leave Stephen in the care of a woman, who he believes is an angel of mercy. A man of passion, with a trail of satisfied maidens to prove it, he finds his heart captured by the lovely widow.
 Jennifer Faircloth departed England full of a young girl’s fantasies of romance and adventure. When a near death English captain is dropped at her door, memories emerge of the family she foolishly left behind. While caring for him, her curious imagination turns to an overwhelming awareness she cannot deny. He must flee for his life and he takes her with him—back to England—back to the family she’d deserted. She wants her family to forgive her, but she wants Stephen’s love even more.


Book Excerpt:
He was dead.
He had to be. For serenity enclosed him. Fresh air cloaked him. A cloud of softness wrapped him. Comfort would mean he’d gone to heaven, when he had been destined for hell. Slowly, Stephen became aware of soreness, then stinging, then blinding pain.
The lilting voice of an angel drew him to an unbelievable place of calm. The honeyed sound soothed his mind to a state of ease. Alleviating his anxiety. Diminishing his pain. The most enchanting dream he’d ever held.
 He opened his eyes with excruciating sluggishness. The first glimpse of light splintered his skull with a sharp stabbing. He slammed his eyes closed with a long groan.
A bed? He took a moment to grasp his surroundings. Unfamiliar hands. Gentle hands. He thought he’d felt movement at one time, dreamed he was in a wagon.
Slowly, and more cautious this time, he lifted one lid to a narrow slit. The swelling around his eye had gone down considerably. He glanced down to find a hand-sewn quilt, like the ones his mother made. Definitely a bed. Which also resembled his English heritage. Had he somehow been transported back to England?
He rolled his head against the pillow’s softness. Ignoring the pain in his skull, he turned his head to the right and saw the delicate creature in his dream. An angel of mercy, with dark hair falling about her shoulders. Long sweeping lashes brushed velvety cheeks. He wondered if she were a maid or the wife of some possessive husband. If she were his wife—perish the thought—he would never leave her alone in any room with a strange man, incapacitated or no. Especially not in close proximity of a bed.
And he was naked. Bare as a new baby’s bottom.

Question for YOU dear reader:

Leave your answer in the comment box of this post. 
How do you feel about sex scenes and how detailed do you like them to be?

I strive to make my intimate scenes beyond just doing the deed. My characters have depth, emotional investments, life-threatening challenges. The reader wants to be in the moment, feel what the characters feel—emotionally. I try to give this to my readers.
I love to hear from readers. 

Visit Samanthya At: www.samanthyawyatt.com


 You can also find Samanthya Wyatt on facebook, goodreads and amazon.

Buy links:
The True One     http://www.amazon.com/True-One-Only-Book-ebook/dp/B00R3POS7G/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1425657827&sr=8-2&keywords=samanthya+wyatt   
The Right One                    http:amzn.to/1lEk2Qy
Something More     http:amzn.to/1mhTqw4