Saturday, October 20, 2012

Bad Vibes

Bad Vibes by J.D. Faver will give you good vibes.



When government agent Mike “The Iceman” Burke invades her South Padre Island turf, Deputy Darla Calhoun is assigned as liaison officer to his team. Her skills as a sniper come in handy when a gang of human traffickers strikes close to home, kidnapping local women including her best friend. Darla is recovering from her husband’s suicide and trying to be a good parent to her twin sons. The ICE assignment takes her out of her misery and plunges her into a dangerous mission and a steamy affair. Mike and Darla tear up and down the Intracoastal Waterway in search of the kidnappers and the captive women while Rafael and Javier conduct their own investigation. Will they rescue the captive women or will the kidnappers slaughter them as they have done in the past? Two teams race to find the answers before it's too late.
Excerpt:

Back on the boat, Darla had fallen silent.
Mike watched her grieve for her missing friend. He’d known in an instant that the two cases had to be related. The likelihood that Salvador Obregon was the common denominator between the two criminal activities was too great to overlook.
Mike had questioned Darla about the run-in her friend had with the Obregons before her disappearance.
He remembered the tall, slender woman from the birthday party. Large, deep blue eyes and a tumble of honey blonde curls had made an indelible impression.
Darla was upset with him. He couldn’t say angry. She had to understand that they were on an assignment and that he received his orders from a higher authority.
She was used to operating as a member of a smaller, less intricate team, where they could fly by the seat of their pants and make split-second decisions. Where one man could give them the go-ahead and they didn’t have to go through a complex chain of command.
Mike gazed at her sadly, a knot in his gut. She doesn’t understand.
She’d heard him say that the helicopters had located a probable boat holding the kidnapped women out in the Gulf, and she’d wanted him to go there immediately in case her friend was on board.
He sighed and went to stand at the railing beside her. Together, they gazed at the sun setting behind the sand dunes.
She glanced up at him and then down at the water.
Mike cleared his throat, wondering if this might be the right time to discuss his feelings as Freddy had suggested. Not even close.
When she spoke, her voice was small and tight. “I’m so worried about Cassie. She’s such an amazing, wonderful person. I just can’t stand that she’s missing and that Salvador Obregon might be involved. I won’t be responsible for myself if something really bad happens to her.”
Mike put his arm around her and stroked his fingers over her hair. He dropped a kiss on her head and heard her sniff. Guess she’s not that mad at me.
He took a deep breath. “Darla, I care about you. I don’t want you to think that this thing between us is something that I take lightly.”
She gave out a little one-syllable laugh.
Not the reaction he’d expected.
“This ‘thing’between us? What does that mean?” Her voice had an edge to it.
Mike drew another deep breath and turned to her. He grazed his fingertips over her cheek. “I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”
She started to say something, but he cut her off with a kiss. He tried to show her how he felt with his kiss. He might not have the right words, but surely she could tell how he felt.
She pulled away, to look up at him. “You love me?”
He quirked a smile at her. “Yep. If you’re just toying with me, you’re going to break my heart.”
“You love me?” She repeated.
“Honey, I love every little atom of you. If you don’t love me, it’s okay, but I had to tell you how I feel.”
She frowned at him. “Well, of course I love you. How could I help myself?”
Mike’s face split into a wide grin. “Really?”
She nodded, her frown turning into a flicker of a smile as she buried her face against his neck. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but if you love me, Mister ICE Man, could you please find my friend Cassie?”


 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Pendant's Promise



In The Pendant's Promise by Judythe Morgan, a teenage girl fabricates a marriage and widowhood because her baby's soldier father is MIA in North Vietnam, but when he turns up twenty years later at her daughter’s wedding, the fiction shatters her comfortable world.

Can a love, sidetracked by war, be rekindled when the child born from that love feels betrayed? Or, will Lily’s original, well-intended lie mean losing her daughter and the only man she’s ever loved?
 
Excerpt:
From the night of her daughter’s engagement party, Lily’s gone out on the veranda to escape the crowds and gather her wits after seeing Ace for the first time in twenty years…
 
Closing her eyes, Lily saw Ace that night in 1966, the perfect model of military grandeur in his custom-tailored dress blue uniform. The gold band of color down the trousers accentuated his long legs. His service and medal ribbons, “fruit salad,” testifying to his bravery. Even now, the image sent heat through her body.
 
 
Other remembrances winked brightly in the starry backdrop of the night sky. Ace driving her the sixty-five miles to U.N. Village from Walker Hill. Stepping out of the vehicle and the heel of her shoe catching on the jeep’s raised frame. Falling against his chest with a thud. His arms had tightened around her. She circled his neck, pulled his lips to hers for a kiss full of promise and passion. Cocooned in the crook of his arm as they walked toward her apartment, she’d wanted to stay forever.
 
 
“I know what you’re thinking.” Alex’s voice hurled her back to the present. With his hand braced on either side of his hips, he leaned against the ornate concrete railing that edged the long rectangular veranda, dominating her view.
 
 
Lost in that other time, she hadn’t noticed he followed her outside. Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she raised her eyes. “Really?”
 
 
He moved forward, slowly, deliberately, the smile on his lips spread to a sensuous flame in his eyes. When his shoes almost touched her bare toes, he hesitated a moment before he bowed, as if he thought she might jump up and run back into the house—or perhaps giving her the opportunity.
 
 
Lily remained frozen, caught in the swirling emotions of the past and the present.
 
 
He fanned her hair through his fingers. Then slid his index finger under her jaw and tilted her face up toward his. Slowly he lowered his chin, offering her another chance to scoot away if she’d wanted to.
 
 
She didn’t.
 
 
She parted her lips slightly, taking in a small breath as his mouth touched hers. She thought he’d end it there, but she was wrong. He sat beside her, cupped his hand at the back of her head and let his lips play against hers.
 
 
Her body turned liquid. He kissed her once more, fiercely, before he straightened, resting his forehead on hers. “I’ve waited a long time to do that.”
 
 
She lifted her hands and pushed him away. Fighting for control, she toed into the shoes she’d removed, and slid sideways off the marble top bench to stand with her back to the porch railing as he had done. She hoped the distance would clear her clouded head.
 
 
He studied her. “Same bombshell as that night in the parking lot of your U.N. Village apartment, wasn’t it?”
 
 
Because he was right, she determined to keep her tone and her attitude light. “As kisses go, it was good. But it was, after all, just a kiss.”
 
 
“Like hell it was.” He grasped her upper arms. His bare hands on her flesh sent a tingle racing up her arm. “Don’t deny it.”
 
 
Lily wanted to move away, but her feet remained as though set in the cement floor. She fought the urge to sway into his chest. “Okay, maybe I’d give it a nine point five rating.”
 
 
He didn’t smile. His hands slipped up her arms and drew her closer. “Felt like a ten to me. Perhaps I need to try again.”
 
 
As his head lowered, Lily caught a brief glimpse of Margaret Cabot in the open French doorway. “Your mother’s over there. I think we’re being summoned.”
 
 
Alex groaned, but dropped his hands.
 
 
When they turned to walk back inside, Mrs. Cabot was gone.
 
 
His attention the remainder of the evening was charming and disorienting. He toyed with her determination to avoid contact by frequent touches—a guiding hand in the small of her back, long, warm fingers wrapping around her forearm or clasping hers. Each touch sent tiny electric charges reminding her of how it had been and hinting of what could be.
 
 
Lily strained to stay focused as he escorted her through the engagement party crowds, introducing his friends. When he went for drinks, she considered escaping, but he’d only find her, so she waited.
 
 
Once the truth came out, he wouldn’t want to find her.
 
 
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

To the Rescue

 
 


Here's the first kiss from my romantic suspense To the Rescue:


Amy pushed through the crowd of gyrating twenty-something dancers, desperate to reach the club’s exit. Ford had seen her. He’d followed her inside and he meant to kill her.

But the costumed crowd, the strobe lights and the smoke-filled air of the Mardi Gras Boogie Club disoriented her. Where was the damn door?

Suddenly something heavy cloaked her shoulders and a man blocked her path. Startled, she stared up at the stranger. Her heart tripped. Was he a stranger?

Whisky-brown eyes caught the pulsing reflection of a nearby strobe light as he leaned close to her. Fear locked Amy’s throat as he gripped a handful of the jacket he’d settled over her shoulders and tugged her into the shadow of the circular staircase leading up to the balcony lounge.

“My name is Jacob Kissman, Ms. Bartlett,” he said, his voice deep enough, his mouth close enough, to carry over the loud music. His lips curled into a naturally sexy grin as he slapped a floppy feathered hat on her head. “I’m a United States Deputy Marshal and I’m here to protect you.”

Something about this stranger’s handsome face nagged at her memory but Amy couldn’t quite catch it. And his words—

“MacKay is heading toward my position at the staircase.” The man looked beyond her as he spoke into a slender headset hooked over his right ear. It was almost hidden in the dark waves of his hair. “I’ve got Ms. Bartlett. Move in.”

Before Amy’s fear could give way to relief that a lawman had come to her aid, his warm eyes focused on her lips. He gave a little shrug. “All in the line of duty,” he said and then he pressed his mouth to hers.

The throbbing music, the pulsating lights, the taste of sweet coffee and man…sensations overwhelmed her. They smothered the fear that had plagued her since she’d seen her ex-boyfriend, Ford MacKay, murder his accountant two months ago.
It was all too much. Out of a sense of self-preservation, Amy focused on the one thing that could possibly ground her. The kiss.

To the Rescue is available in print or ebook at the following booksellers:
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Saturday, September 15, 2012

On Timeless Wings of Gold

Ciara Gold's scene from fantasy romance On Timeless Wings of Gold is elegant and fast-paced. Have a read:



“Does the gentleman hope to bribe a kiss from these fair lips?”She tried for her best Shakespearian heroine’s voice and failed miserably. Thank goodness, Torin wasn’t familiar with the popular Elizabethan playwright.
“Does the gift please you?” He stroked the fur with his thumb.
“Very much. Where did they come from?”
“Remember the rabbit stew we enjoyed four weeks past?”
“A most delicious meal, one deserving of a kiss, sir knight.” She leaned forward, hoping he’d take her into his arms.
He held her at arm’s length. “What? The stew gets a reward, and the fine mitts I made get naught?”
He laughed as she fairly flew at him and pressed her mouth against his. The teasing press of her lips turned into more, and he lifted her into his lap. Wanting to teach as much as learn, she slipped her tongue between his teeth. His sudden intake of breath made her grin.
 
Find out more about Ciara Gold and her fantasy romances at www.ciaragold.com

Monday, September 3, 2012

Severed Threads

 
 
 
Enjoy this extended scene from Severed Threads by Kaylin McFarren

Excerpt:

As she strode into the parking lot, Rachel was agitated to see Chase following closely behind. Nearing her vehicle, she blew out a heated breath and fumbled for the keys in her bag. Right as she located them, Chase inserted himself between her and the car. She reached around him, trying to grasp the exterior door handle. But with a flick of his arm, he deflected her hand.

She felt her entire body flush. "Get out of my way," she ordered.

"Two minutes. Just give me two minutes to explain," he implored.

"I don’t have time for this." She meant it in more ways than one. His nearness rekindled the pain – unearthed the argument she'd had with her father only hours before he died. Her thoughtless outburst had clouded his judgment and driven him to take an unnecessary risk. In her mind, there was no other explanation for his death.

"Rachel, I’m not going to lie to you. I heard you’d given up diving. That you were working for the Warren Nash Foundation. But I honestly had no idea you'd be here."

Her spine stiffened.

"And as for your dad," he continued, “not a day goes by that I don’t feel responsible for what happened. Sam was a good man. Like a father to me.”

She bristled. Her gaze burned with emotion. "Oh, really? Then why didn’t you have the decency to show up at his funeral?"

Chase’s gaze slid from her face. His brows met when he looked up again. "Look, I really wanted to come. It’s just that after the investigation and everything – ”

Her anger ripened. “Yea, right.” His scrawled note had left her brooding for weeks. Something urgent came up…have to leave town. After professing her love, he turned out to be the scoundrel her brother Devon had painted him out to be. Her teeth clenched at the memory. “You were a complete asshole. Now, get out of my way."

Using both hands, she shoved hard against his taut chest, but he rocked right back in place. He grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her in close. "You have every right to be angry," he said quietly. "But there was a good reason why I stayed away. Why I never called you."

An involuntary shiver ran up her spine. She averted her gaze toward the marina, wishing the drifting fog could shield her from his soul-searching gaze. She didn’t want him to see how broken she’d become. Or how much, deep inside, she had never stopped yearning for his touch.

"It had nothing to do with you and me," he insisted.

She stepped back, breaking his grip. "It still doesn’t." Venom dripped from her words.

Chase nodded slowly. "Maybe not. But right now, I need this job. More than you know." His blue eyes intensified. "What will it take for us to get past everything? An apology? You have it. My promise to stay clear of you? Done."

His words reminded her how easy it was for him to dismiss her. She’d been such a fool in allowing his charm to blind her. He obviously cared about no one but himself. And deep down inside, no matter how hard she had tried to dismiss it, they both shared the blame in her father’s death. Nothing would change that.

She drew in a deep breath. “There is one thing that will make me feel better."


His face relaxed. "You name it. Anything you want."

She pulled back her arm and swung with all her might. Her palm connected with his cheek so hard it stung her hand to the bone.

"Damn!" He grabbed his face, wincing from the blow.

She pressed her palms together, nursing her own pain, and addressed him again.

"I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. If you think you can just show up and expect me to – ”

Before she could finish, he pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers, launching a current through her veins. The parking lot was spinning out of control and he was the driving force. Her legs quivered, leaving her unsteady on her feet. When he finally lifted his head, she leaned against him, breathless, betrayed by her body’s weakened state.

His warm breath brushed her cheek, lifting tiny hairs on her skin. "And I’ve wanted to do that," he whispered raggedly, "from the first moment I saw you in Doc’s office."

Of course. His agenda. Her senses sobered. She distanced herself and firmed her tone. "Nice try. But you’re still not getting a dime from me."

Chase bent his head and seemed to be strategizing his next move. When he looked up, his crystal eyes chipped away at her soul. "For what it’s worth, Rachel, I really am sorry...for everything. Should’ve said that a long time ago." He rubbed the back of his neck. An emotion resembling disappointment crossed his face. "Believe me, I would’ve stuck around if I could have."

She was surprised by his show of sincerity. But nothing he could say would lessen the pain she still felt from him abandoning her when she needed him most.

She jutted out her chin. "It was just a summer fling. A mistake from beginning to end. We should have ended it like adults, is all."

Her final words hung in the air. A nerve jumped at his temple. "I didn’t know you felt that way," he said.

Chase’s kiss still simmered on her lips. His nearness threatened her reserve. It wasn’t in her to be cruel, but she’d been hurt far too long to back down now.

"So…now you do." The lie tasted bitter in her mouth.

Chase’s eyes darkened. He gave a rueful nod. "Good thing we got that cleared up. Wouldn’t want to make any more mistakes."

As he strutted toward his truck, anger gathered in Rachel’s chest. Anger over his words, his deeds, his presumptuous kiss. Over the fact that for a split second, he had made her feel like the bad guy. Her mind threw daggers at his back. "Damn you, Chase Cohen."

She slid inside her silver Kia and slammed the car door grateful the museum’s security guard was now watching from a distance. If he hadn’t been, she might have acted on a homicidal impulse and run Chase over, the manipulating jerk.

In fact, it made her feel better just to imagine it.


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Perilous Passions



How about a kiss from my very first published book, a romantic suspense, called Perilous Passions?

Cover blurb:
Feisty heiress Reilly Shea and by-the-book Deputy U. S. Marshal Hunt Ramsey are stranded together by an ice storm in Harmony Falls, New York. Hunt is pursuing a cop killer, but Reilly just wants time alone to grieve for her recently deceased uncle.

From experience, Reilly believes that men want her only for her wealth, while Hunt's past convinces him that love is a fairytale concocted by rich young women seeking distraction from their boring lives. Neither intends to be used again.

But as the killer stalks the ice-bound community, desire drives them into each others' arms. Finally Reilly's giving spirit and artistic lovemaking free Hunt from his jaded past, while his strength and protectiveness inspire Reilly's confidence in herself... and in him. Love eventually overcomes suspicion... leaving only a killer to stand in their way.

Excerpt:
Reilly jumped back as Hunt cursed and leaped to his feet. He just caught his cell phone, but a coffee mug tumbled off the table, across his lap and shattered on the floor near his feet. Even in the moonlight, she could see the stain spreading across his trousers.

“Cold coffee,” he growled. “Damn it.”

Reilly worked hard not to laugh. She’d made him nervous all right. But when his sharp gaze focused on her, her amused sense of power faded. She felt suddenly like a kitten toying with a bird that boasted a big beak and razor sharp talons. If she wasn’t careful, she might find herself the feast instead of the feaster. No matter what her effect was on Hunt, his on her was apparently just as strong. And he was, she felt certain, much more experienced at this sort of thing than she was.

She backed slowly away from him. “Sorry.”

He swiped at the coffee staining his trousers and then the sharpness in his eyes intensified. Unsure if he meant to strangle her or kiss her, Reilly found herself rooted to the floor. Unable to move or speak, barely able to think beyond the want that swelled inside her, she stared at him. And waited.

The air between them, chilled by winter just moments before, now seemed ripe with tropical heat. His hands reached across that narrow space, gripped her upper arms and tugged her toward him.

“Damn me,” he whispered, just before his lips crashed down on hers.
 
Perilous Passions by Teri Thackston
Available in ebook and print

My publisher: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-4251-perilous-passions.aspx
 
Amazon Kindle version: http://www.amazon.com/Perilous-Passions-ebook/dp/B0032C99J6/ref=la_B002Q7Q4O6_1_1_title_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1345918400&sr=1-1

Monday, August 20, 2012

Is That a Gun in Your Pocket?

 

This week's kiss comes from Cerise DeLand with IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? Contemporary western, erotica with touch of romantic suspense.
Blurb:
A Sheriff, A Hot Gal and his gun.
What’s a girl to do when she has the hots for the local sheriff—and he’s playing it cool? Mae Montaine knows the man has a gun in his pocket and he’s always happy to see her.
 So why won’t he come over and see her sometime…for a date? A hug? A kiss? More?
 West Farraday yearns for the All-American knock-out who lives next door, but Mae’s got problems and secrets. He’d love to help her out…of her problems. And her clothes. Then into his bed.
When timing seems right, West makes his move. He’s happier than a colt in clover.
Mae’s skeptical they can make it as a couple. After all, town gossip says the good sheriff is hard on the ladies.
But when three bad coyotes invade Mae’s life, West tries to prove to her that a man who’s hard in the sack can be easy to love.

Intro to first kiss:
Here, Mae is telling her handsome neighbor, West about why she took on the job of raising her orphaned niece Emma and moving to Texas after the death of her sister and brother-in-law.

Excerpt: Copyright 2012, Cerise DeLand, All rights reserved.
Mae grabbed a breath to steady her thoughts and her hope that finally she might have breached West’s shell of formality. “I do. And I want to stay. Give Emma the life that Kyle and Lou wanted for her.”

“You know how extraordinary that is?” he asked.

“What? To give a child the normal life she deserves?”

“That, yes. But to give it to her like her parents designed it? When you had a life of your own? When you could have taken her back to Newark and raised her there?”

She gave a laugh of derision. I owe it to her. I failed her mother when she needed me. I won’t fail Emma. “You haven’t been to Newark lately, have you?”

“I’ve flown in and out on my way to Manhattan to take in Broadway shows.”

“Wow.” His revelation shocked her from her morbid view of her own shortcomings. Now Mae viewed him through a new kaleidoscope of possibilities. He was more than the local sheriff, the town hunk, the ex-Marine who made all the ladies swoon. He lived in a bigger world than Winton, Texas. Bigger even than the desert sands of the Middle East and the skyscrapers of New York. “The things you don’t know about people.”

“Tell me.”

His sculpted lips were parted, eager to know more. His eyes were soft with concern, persuading her that he really did want to hear her rationale for coming here and staying here.

“Tell me,” he urged her on a murmur.

“I did have a life, if you want to call it that. I lived alone. Had a nice condo in a modern high rise. I had a solid job with a national accounting firm on Wall Street and a few promotions that were lucrative, if not fun. I had friends, a few whom I really loved and still do. I went to Broadway shows.” She gave him a nod and he responded with his own, acknowledging their mutual interest. “I did yoga, ran a few 5K races, went to Vegas with the girls now and then for the booze and the slots and the sights.”

“No dates?”

“A few.”

“No men who stayed?”

Mae noticed he drew nearer. “Not for long.”

“Why?” He was almost whispering as he braced his hands on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in, driving the air from her lungs.

“I told them to leave.”

“Why?”

“They liked my looks. Didn’t bother to learn what was in my brain.”

“They bored you?” he asked with a lopsided smile and raised brows.


“I want to be valued for more than my measurements.”

“Then I’ll invite you to fly to New York with me. Pick a weekend.” He drifted closer, his handsome, chiseled mouth such a warm temptation. “A show.”

A room with you? Could I be so lucky? “What’s playing?”

“Whatever you choose.” Another fraction of an inch and his lips would be on hers.

She swallowed, her fingers itching to wrap around his biceps and draw him against her. “That’s an offer I hate to refuse.”

“Then don’t.” He brushed his lips on hers, his eyes falling closed in the dreamiest way.

Could he want her that much? For more than one night? His big hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her to him. Heavenly warmth infused her. “We’ll have to take Emma.”

“We can hire a sitter from the hotel for the play.”

“They’re good? The sitters?” she asked, her own eyes fluttering in the assault of his little kisses, light as the touch of butterflies’ wings to her parted lips.

“The sheriff down in DeWitt County told me that he and his wife hired one not too long ago. He told me they’re vetted. Bonded.” His smile was pure male seduction. “Come with me, Mae.”

The velvet intonation of his deep bass voice was an invitation to more than a weekend in New York, and she knew it.

She grinned broadly, humbled but also tickled by this compliment. In the process, her torso brushed his. “I could say you’re being very forward.”

He ran his big, warm hands up her arms to her shoulders and her throat to cup her face. His generous mouth teased her with a lush kiss and she sighed into him. “You could tell me to stop.”

“I won’t.” She ran her hands up his chest. “You could tell me to stop.”

“Can’t,” he gruffed. “I want this too much.”

“You’ve never let me see that you were interested in me until now.”

“I wanted to be careful with you. Not show you too much and have you run away.” He hugged her as if he were a big warm bear.

She pressed against him, his rock wall body, his raging heat, and then she wound her arms around those incomparable broad shoulders and sank her fingers into his rich, silken hair. Against her mound, she felt his steely cock. “You’ve shown me enough for me to see that this,” she cooed as she undulated against his very impressive package, “is no gun in your pocket.”

Snorting, he chuckled at the ceiling as if he asked heaven above for mercy, then he crushed her against him, chest to breasts, belly to belly and cock to pussy. “Every inch of me is happy to be here.”

Her channel gushed. Her breasts tingled. “So don’t you think you’d better really kiss me?”

He clasped one hand over her ass to halt her moves. “Once I start, I may not stop.”

“Oh, Sheriff. Can this East Coast gal give you a cowgirl’s ‘hell, yeah’?”

IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? By Cerise DeLand
Available at http://www.amazon.com/THAT-GUN-YOUR-POCKET-ebook/dp/B007Y6WIV2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1345479269&sr=8-2&keywords=IS+THAT+A+GUN+IN+YOUR+POCKET


Monday, August 13, 2012

Steam and Sorcery




Whether or not you’ve read steam punk, you are sure to enjoy Steam & Sorcery (Gaslight Chronicles #1) by Cindy Spencer Pape. This novel is a Winner of the 2012 EPIC Award.

Available from Carina Press



Sir Merrick Hadrian hunts monsters, both human and supernatural. A Knight of the Order of the Round Table, his use of magick and the technologies of steam power have made him both respected and feared. But his considerable skills are useless in the face of his greatest challenge, guardianship of five unusual children. At a loss, Merrick enlists the aid of a governess.

Miss Caroline Bristol is reluctant to work for a bachelor but she needs a position, and these former street children touch her heart. While she tends to break any mechanical device she touches, it never occurs to her that she might be something more than human. All she knows is that Merrick is the most dangerously attractive man she’s ever met—and out of reach for a mere governess.

When conspiracy threatens to blur the distinction between humans and monsters, Caroline and Merrick must join forces, and the fate of humanity hinges upon their combined skills of steam and sorcery…



Kiss Excerpt: PG-13

“Fascinating.” Her intent, intelligent expression bore out her words. “Now how does that relate to this current problem with vampyres?”

To his own surprise, he told her. Everything.About his father’s death and his own initiation at the age of twenty-two, and his training with Sir William. Even up to the missing Babbage engine cards and his search for a traitor within the Order. Throughout his recitation, she didn’t say a word, though her brilliant green eyes grew round with horror.

“Is there any way I can help?” Somehow he’d known those would be the first words out of her mouth.

He shook his head. “Just watch over the children. That’s more than enough—more than I have any right to ask.”

Her chin set stubbornly as she stared him down. “Merrick, I’ve seen a great deal of the worst of human behavior. I would never voluntarily leave any child, even ones more competent in some ways than myself—to face that kind of evil alone.”

He gave in to the urge to reach out and touch her uninjured hand. “I’ve told you my story, Caro. I would know yours, beyond that you’re from Somerset, illegitimate and part leannansidhe. How did you go from being a gently bred lady to a governess?”

She shrugged. “As I’ve said before, it’s not an unusual tale. My mother was the daughter of a peer. Her father loved her dearly and didn’t disown her when she fell pregnant with no husband in sight. She continued to run his household, and he doted on the pair of us until the day he died. Unfortunately, he was careless when it came to his legal affairs, and he didn’t specify our continued subsistence in his will. His lordship, my uncle, wasn’t inclined to support his disgraced sister and her offspring, so out we went, with little more than the clothes on our backs. My mother…broke, somehow. Her mind was never altogether sound again. So it fell to me to support the pair of us—first at a small village school, then as a private instructor after my mother died.”

“And you were how old?” He’d like to find her uncle and throttle the man.

“Sixteen.”

He barely suppressed a growl. “And which peer of our realm is your relative? It occurs to me I may know the man—though I can’t think of one with the surname Bristol.”

She bit her lip, then admitted, “I took the name Bristol from the nearest city to the village where I taught. It’s not my real name.”

“Caro—who is he?”

“No.” She met his gaze, determination evident in hers. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she turned her hand in his, squeezing tightly. “I’m not going to tell you, Sir Merrick. Please just let it go.”

He didn’t have it in him to deny her—not while she lay there, vulnerable. But one of these days he was going to find out and make the bastard pay. He reached out and cradled her face in his free hand. “Caro—” Even he didn’t know what he’d been about to say. He couldn’t fight the urge to see if she tasted as good as she looked. Moving slowly, giving her plenty of time to push him away, he leaned forward and lowered his lips to hers.

The barest brush of skin against skin burned like an electrical shock. This wasn’t faery magick or a Knight’s power, but the raw, elemental earth magick of male and female. He kissed her again, this time with enough pressure to actually call it a kiss. It still wasn’t enough. Far from rebuffing him, Caro clutched his head with her good hand, her fingers spearing through his hair to hold him closer.

“Ahem.”

Merrick jumped back from Caro and she recoiled back against the headboard, her face flaming a vibrant pink. They both turned guilty faces toward the bedroom door.



Steam and Sorcery is available from Carina Press





Saturday, August 11, 2012


Final Words is one of my favorite paranormal romance. Here's a romantic scene from the book:

She opened her eyes and caught her breath. Jason stood beside her, one shoulder leaning against the column in imitation of her stance. A black string tie brought an air of casualness to his black suit and stark white shirt. That warm breeze ruffled his thick hair and carried his scent to her again.

“Hello,” he said quietly.

Broad shoulders, a sexy tilt of his lips, that silky male voice… Emma’s heart muscle seemed to tighten like a fist.

“I thought you might like to know we found the gun that killed Amalia Campanero,” he said.

“That’s…great.” Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight so that she stood a little straighter. Light fell more evenly over his lean face and she was startled by the sharpness in his expression. The intensity of his gaze made heart beat faster.

“Were you able to connect it to her brother?” she asked.

“We matched four fingerprints from the gun to him. And we found a shirt in the dumpster with the gun. It has bloodstains that match Amalia’s blood along with male sweat that should match Campanero’s DNA. There was a footprint too, that matched the shoes he was wearing when we arrested him. But that’s just icing on the cake. We’ve formally charged him with murder.”

Relief bolted through her. Amalia Campanero would get her justice. “I’m glad.”

He stood silent for another moment, his gaze locked with hers. “You are glad, aren’t you?” he murmured. “For the victim’s sake.”

Emma swallowed. “Of course.”

Shifting away from the column, Jason straightened so that he stood over her. Gold shards glittered in his eyes as he looked down at her dress. His expression was different now, not so much sharp as it was hungry. And it stirred an answering hunger in her.

Apparently he was thinking, as she had been, about that near kiss on the beach last night. Emma was glad that he hadn’t taken advantage of her vulnerability at the time. She was glad she still had something to look forward to.

“There’s only one word to describe how you look tonight, Dr. St. Clair,” he finally, quietly, said.

Emma was almost afraid to breathe. “What word is that?”

His gaze caressed the length of her body. “Hot.”

The word echoed its own definition through her body. Or maybe the heat in his eyes sent that breath of warmth coursing through her. Like smoke, it curled around her inner organs until she feared she might melt.

He stepped in closer. His left hand touched her right hip. She stared up at his mouth, so close to her own that his breath stroked her flesh. Some distant part of her mind realized they were swaying together in time to the music.

“Dance with me,” he whispered and before she could think, his hands settled on her waist and he pulled her close.

He turned her away from the column and the lights that spilled from the ballroom. Emma knew that other couples strolled or danced across the stone floor but she saw only Jason. Saw the desire in his eyes, felt the possessive grip as his arm slid around her waist. And the way their bodies moved so perfectly together… She hadn’t been aware of so much in a long time. She hadn’t felt so right in even longer. Heart pounding, she eased closer to him.

Desire sparked off the gold in Jason’s eyes. He lifted her right hand and placed it against his neck, then slid his hand down her bare arm, tickling lightly along a path to her waist. That hand slipped around to join his right. No longer a simple dance, this was a floating embrace. Drawing her closer still, Jason lowered his head. Emma expected his kiss and her eyelids flickered downward. She didn’t care any more whether or not she should give in to what she wanted. Some primal part of her insisted that wanting had its place. This place. Right now.

She lifted her face and his mouth found hers. Soft at first and yet powerful. Hungry.

Pleasure speared her with each movement of his lips and she pressed closer, wanting more, needing more, demanding more as she’d never done before tonight. She shifted both of her hands around under his jacket to touch the back of his white shirt. Damp heat seeped through the cloth. His hands moved too, down her back to her hips and around to cup her bottom, to hold her closer against his—

Nearby, a woman coughed with mock delicacy. Jason growled low in his throat and lifted his lips from Emma’s even as he drew his hand upward.

“Good evening, Ms. Zamora,” he said gruffly.

Find out what leads up this romantic scene.Final Words by Teri Thackston, available at my publisher:  http://www.jasminejade.com/p-4132-final-words.aspx
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Monday, August 6, 2012

The Siren's Song

Welcome to Jennifer Bray-Weber, one of the finest writers to sail the seven...I mean, to put pen to...grrr...to put fingertips to keyboard!



The Siren’s Song Blurb:

Pirate captain Thayer Drake lures ships onto reefs for plunder, and business is lucrative. Yet, saving a lass from drowning after her ship wrecks becomes more than he bargained for when the crazy wench dives back into the raging sea for her blasted purse.

Tavern songstress Gilly McCoy, penniless and fleeing from the man who murdered her lover, stowed away on the doomed ship. Now at Drake's mercy, Gilly must earn her passage by performing for the captain. And that is not all: she must also kiss the captain at every ring of the ship's bell. But she discovers kissing the handsome rogue is not entirely a bad bargain...

Drake is intrigued by the beauty, but there is no room in his black heart for a woman. He has demons that he drinks nightly to forget. Meanwhile, Gilly has her own secrets to keep--including why her purse is more valuable to her than her life...



The Kissing Scene:

The ship’s bell struck and Gilly counted the rings. It was time to pay her debt to the captain. She’d been tallying the bells as they struck every half hour all throughout the watch. Two bells. Her chest tightened. Mixed emotions churned in her stomach. Four bells. She wanted to kiss him, didn’t she? Of course she did. Six bells. Was she supposed to go to him? Where would he be waiting? In his cabin? She glanced at Willie and Henri. They didn’t seem to know of her quandary. She couldn’t ask them for an opinion. How mortifying to think of it. Seven bells. Would she be good at it, good enough for him? How would she compare to others he had kissed? Eight bells. Lord help her, she surely was going to faint.

Before the final peal of the bell faded into the winds, Captain Drake appeared at the top of the ladder. Time slowed as he glided toward her. She slid off her perch and met him halfway.

“Eight bells, milady.”

“I’m ready,” she said. Closing her eyes, she puckered, waiting for his lips to descend upon her. Waiting to inhale his delicious musk. Waiting for his hands to roam across her back and his fingers to thread through her hair. Waiting. Why hadn’t he kissed her yet?

“What’s the lass doin’?” Henri asked. “Is she alright?”

“Maybe the heat’s done gotten to her,” Willie answered.

She popped open one eye. Gone was the captain’s mask of steely austerity. His amusement beamed brighter than the unforgiving sun. The heat couldn’t compare to her swill of embarrassment. Sweat beaded on her brow and she wished with all her heart she could disappear. Why didn’t he kiss her? How idiotic she must look. She huffed, angry now. Mustering up a scrap of dignity, she confronted the cur.

“What’s wrong? Why won’t you kiss me?” She propped her hands on her hips. “Have you gone back on our accord?”

His smug laugh indicated he had not. “I never renege on a deal, Miss McCoy.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You have misinterpreted the terms. Our agreement stated that you kiss me. Not the other way around.”

“Oh.” Won’t death spare me this humiliation?

She was helpless. She had never kissed a man, only been kissed. This changed everything. It simply was not proper. Come now, Gilly. You haven’t been proper since the day Hyde laid eyes upon you. And besides, you want to kiss him.

“All right, Captain Drake. I shall play by your rules.”

She rose to her tiptoes and, quick as a rabbit dashing into a briar patch, she pecked him on his mouth.

“There,” she said. “It’s done. I kissed you.” She grinned a self-satisfied smile. “Come back at the next eight bells. I shall be ready.”

“Uh-uh. Not quite, lass. That’s not at all how I want you to kiss me.”

“A kiss is a kiss.”

“Nay, lass. That is how you kiss a codfish.”

She gasped and her hand flew to her bosom at the insult. “And just how am I supposed to kiss you, Captain? There were no stipulations on the manner of kiss.”

“Kiss me as you did last night.”

She poked him in his chest. “You kissed me.”

“At first, yes. But then you lost your chaste modesty and your voracious appetite took over.”

If she could get her hands on his cutlass, she would end her suffering. Gilly glanced over her shoulder. Both Henri and Willie quickly, but not quickly enough, became occupied, pretending miserably not to have been listening in on their exchange. Henri fiddled with his vest pocket and Willie tapped at the compass he kept fixed to his wheel.

“You need not let shamefulness get the better of you, Miss McCoy. You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about,” Captain Drake said.

She frowned. He did not make things any easier by calling her on her discomfiture.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

What a wicked, wicked man. The only way to wipe that smirk from his face was to give him the best kiss he ever had in his wretched life.

Gilly grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and smothered his lips. Long and hard, she pressed against him. He tensed under her grip. His arms reached out, as if to hold her. But he didn’t. Nevertheless, she felt his smile. And that pleased her.

She broke free of him. Excitement coursed through her veins. Liberation was hers. She could do that again. Eight more times, in fact.

“’Twas a very nice start,” he said. “Now don’t look so troubled. I am happy with your kiss. It is my hope that you will work yourself up to last night’s performance.”



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