Thursday, 29 December 2011
Lana stepped down onto the floor and came toward him. “Thank you.” She took the box from him and opened it.
He remained near the door, not trusting himself to be near her. It would be so easy to pull the door shut and ravish her. But he couldn’t. He’d be gone in ten days and didn’t want to deal with the attitude she’d give him.
“Is there anything else you need?” The lid on the box stopped in mid-removal as her eyes closed. “Lana.”
She set the lid aside and stared down at the carnations as she spoke to him. “I need the box of mini vases from the office.”
“What about the buffet table? Do you want it set up now or when you come back?”
“It can wait until I return. I want time to shower and change into a cocktail outfit.”
The look of regret on her face said she didn’t meant to give him the image of her naked, wet and hot, but he didn’t need help. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Tell me what you need done, and I’ll see it’s done. It’ll give you plenty of time to…a… get ready.”
“No, this is something I need to do myself.” She faced him with a red carnation in her hand. He’d always wondered what she’d look like in red. It was beautiful against her fair skin.
“I’ve known the Switzers all my life and have been doing their reunions since I turned twenty-one.”
Her voice softened, as it always did when she felt comfortable with a topic. To him, it only drew him closer. She lifted her face when he stopped in front of her.
“They’re very appreciative of the extra time I put in and tip over and above—”
“Lana, you’re rambling,” he whispered. Her eyes moved over his, and he balled his hands up. “There are reasons we can’t fool around.”
“Yes. I have work to do, and you need to get the vases for me.”
Before he consciously thought of the movement, he reached out and ran his finger along her jaw line and over her lips. “No. Yes, I’ll get them, but I don’t want you to get hurt—and you will.”
“I would have thought with two days off, you would have completely forgotten…what I’d said…did.” She turned away from him and laid the flower down on the table.
Forgotten how she felt in his arms—not hardly. “I’ll be back with the vases.”
It’d only taken a few minutes to walk back to get the box. When he returned to the banquet room, her ass stuck in the air as she bent to retrieve some greenery from the floor. “Damn it, Lana!”
Last Glass of Wine
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Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Contributing to anthologies is both exciting and nerve-racking, since you have absolutely no idea who the other authors will be until the finished product appears. To my great relief, I have enjoyed the other stories in the anthologies to which I have contributed so far and found the other authors to be highly entertaining and full of enthusiasm for promoting the books.
The Spellbound lot are great fun and I have made some real friends amongst them.
The quality of writing is exceptionally high and one of the stories, Room 1309.5 by John Mecom, received honorable mention in the Fifth Annual Writer's Digest Popular Fiction Awards.
I must say I feel really proud to be in such company.
In my opinion, there isn't a single dud in the whole anthology.
I hope you agree.
Here is the blurb:
Spellbound at Midnight by Isabelle Kane & Audrey Tremaine
In the sultry Big Easy, Viole Godin is hired to restore Magnolia Place, an antebellum mansion which is crumbling under a mysterious curse. Marie Verret and her dangerously attractive grandson, Lucien, believe Viole is the key to ending the curse one magical Halloween night.
Room 1309.5 by John M. Mecom
Inspired by the works of Poe and Stephen King, Room 1309.5 is a story of revenge and despair. It is the author's first story to be published and received honorable mention in the Fifth Annual Writer's Digest Popular Fiction Awards.
Mansion of Nightmares by Walt Trizna
A mysterious mansion, long abandoned, harbors a past that claims those who enter. Then one day, by a stroke of luck, an intruder survives and uncovers its secret.
Ghost Taxi by Joanna Foreman
A man drowns heading for freedom in America, but his ghost is trapped. Washed up on the beach, the ghost is an illegal alien, not allowed to cross the street into Miami. A homeless man and a vacationing tourist search for his wife so the ghost can possess her.
Uncle Vernon by Jenny Twist
There's something very peculiar about Uncle Vernon. Nobody knows what he does in the cellar. But he's quite harmless, really. Isn't he?
Half Seen, Half Hidden by John Steiner
Nine dead. One missing. No suspects and no leads. What happened in the cabin outside Wilson Wyoming? Where and who is Mason Oliver? Deep within ourselves rests a greater mystery. Half Seen, Half Hidden traces the last three days of Mason Oliver and nine hitchhikers. Offering them shelter, Mason takes them to a secluded cabin. There they all sense the others aren't quite the strangers they seemed, and that they hold something extraordinary in common.
Telltale Signs by Tori L Ridgewood
Don't stay in the Dark Lake Museum after sunset! But Kate Elliot has a deadline to meet. Working overtime, she realizes she's not alone in the creepy old mansion...
The Origin of Fear by Tara Fox Hall
Four college friends mount an expedition to Latham's Landing-an abandoned island estate infamous for mysterious deaths-to gather pictures and inspiration for a thesis on the origin of fear.
And here is an excerpt from my own contribution.
Excerpt from Uncle Vernon – Jenny Twist
She reached the ground floor without further incident and was just reaching for the handle on the back door, when she realised there was someone in the kitchen. She could hear singing – Janice, singing along with the radio. Damn! She didn’t think she could let herself out the back way without being seen from the kitchen window. She was still trying to work out a way round this when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she gave a small shriek of surprise and turned round.
Standing in the passage was an enormously tall, incredibly thin man. His face was so pale it was almost translucent. His hair was completely white and swept back from his forehead in a perfect Dracula’s widow’s peak He was dressed entirely in black, the collar of his coat turned up like Dracula’s cloak. And his eyes were staring and colourless in the dim light of the passage.
She screamed a full-blooded, heroine in a horror film scream. And the man put up his hands as if to fend her off. Long, thin, incredibly white hands with long, thin fingers.
She screamed again and was just taking a breath to scream a third time, when the kitchen door opened and Janice said, “It’s all right. It’s only Uncle Vernon.”
Alison flung herself, sobbing, into Janice’s arms and looked back into the passage way. The man had disappeared! How? There was nowhere for him to go. At that moment Gary came clattering down the stairs.
“What the fuck?”...
“Gary!” Janice said. “Watch your language! It’s only Uncle Vernon.”
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Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Here is a taste of what’s on offer:
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Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Being a Brit, I tend to base my stories in England. This time, With Silver Lining released today by SirenBookStrand, in the spirit of international relations, I've added a hunky American investigative journalist as hero!
Lauren Miller, jailed for embezzlement, survives her sentence by plotting revenge against the man who put her there. Once released, she’s content to bide her time—until a contact is murdered and she becomes the prime suspect.
Nate Black, an American journalist, offers to help Lauren clear her name by trapping the mastermind behind her crimes in a daring sting operation. Thrown together, Lauren and Nate are drawn toward one another and make passionate love. But still, a vital question remains unanswered, driving a wedge between them.
What happened to the money she stole…
Here’s how Lauren reacts to her first sight of Nate.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
As far back as I can remember, I have been writing. At first it was just in my diary. Then as I got older I kept a journal and still do, but it's not always what I grab when the bug strikes. I have little notebooks just about every where now, just like I had when I was younger. My mother loves to remind me that I had an overactive imagination as a child, talking to all sorts of imaginary friends when I played in my room. Little did she know, that was the beginning of my characters speaking to me. I came up with elaborate tales to entertain myself then, and still do. Now I get to share them with anyone who will take the time to listen.
When I look back through the many works in progress and the notebooks filled with ideas, I can pretty much say that I write contemporary fiction across several genres, but right now I am concentrating on erotic romance. I have a few suspense and espionage stories rolling around in my storage bins, some more mainstream romances nearly completed, tons of poetry, and some sci-fi/fantasy/paranormal thrown in for good measure. I hope to bring all of these out to revisit and hell, maybe submit them to a publisher or two for consideration. Why not? I've already crossed the first hurdle. I can already call myself a published author! Whoohoo!
I like the freedom writing gives to me. I can invent whole new worlds, people, animals, and languages. I can work through emotional baggage and come to conclusions that can surprise me still to this day. People think that is funny. As authors, we write the story and know what's going to happen, right? Not hardly. Until that scene or chapter is done, I don't always know what will happen. Sometimes what I plotted out ends up not flowing well and I scrap it. Don't you wish you could do that in real life?
Writing my poetry has helped me work through and express a lot of emotions running through me at any given time. So much has happened in my life over the last few years and it's make for great material for my current Now and Forever series with Siren Bookstrand.
My personal tastes in reading materials is all over the place. I love to read just about anything by Stephen King. That kind of horror writing is very enticing to me. I get lost in the story and get scared at all the right points, and a few others that take me by surprise. I think I like that adrenaline rush that hits me with those books. My favorite was his Dark Towers series. I enjoyed how he tied in several of his other titles in those story lines and even brought himself into the story. Currently I am reading the third book in George R. R. Martin's series A Song of Ice and Fire. Game of Thrones is the first in this series and so far, Mr. Martin has me turning the pages as fast as I can to find out what happens to everyone.
Nora Roberts is another favorite author of mine. Her MacGregor Family Chronicles had me begging for more and gave me the inspiration to make Now and Forever a series that keeps most of the original characters so the reader can follow them all and watch them fall in love and find their happily ever afters. Michael Shaarer and later his son Jeffrey grabbed my attention when their works depicting the battles during the Civil War. Killer Angels was made into a fantastic movie called Gettysburg. Watching that movie was like reading the book all over again. John Jakes was my first introduction into these type of "historical fiction" books. The entire American series starting with The Bastard followed an entire family through the generations and I learned a lot of my country's history reading those. They were wonderful! I may just have to reread those again.
For the Love of Quinn, is available through Siren Bookstrand, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Mobipocket.com. The print version will be released in January and I can hardly wait. I love my Kindle, but there is something about holding that actual printed book in my hands that has my stomach all fluttery. Writing this book has been a labor of love and gut wrenching at the same time. The heroine, Quinn, is a large part of me. Well, she's at least a fantasy me. Through her story, I was able to exorcise some demons and get through some very rough patches in my life. Writing this series has been so cathartic. I have learned a lot about myself and have finally found my happily ever after.
At this very moment, I am working on the second and third books in this series. Book two is called My Love, My Friend and book three is called Burning Heart. Readers will be introduced to more of Quinn's extended family and exactly who ends up with who just may surprise some people!
I"m also working on a menage fantasy series under another pen name, Lia Michaels. The idea for this series came after I wrote the poem The Vixen, The Witch and The Daemon. Several characters came to life in my head after that poem was written. Now to get them all on paper!
When I am not writing or saving the lives of my furry patients, I enjoy a lot of different crafts including knitting and crochet. I would be content to spend an entire day in my kitchen cooking and baking when the mood strikes and around the holidays, it strikes often. Of course my staff at the veterinary hospital gets to benefit from all of the leftovers, but not one of them is complaining!
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