Featured author Anna Lores

Today I have the pleasure of featuring author Anna Lores and her book Ella’s Triple Pleasure. The first chapter of this book is in Passionate Cravings, an erotic book sampler.Passionate Cravings

Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

Control is a big challenge for me… Who gets the power in the story? I like to think I control my characters by placing them in situations they may or may not like, but they seem to control their thoughts and emotions.

What drew you to the characters in this story?

I thought about writing a reverse harem story after a miserable week of kids being sick and my husband being out of town. I remember the night I started penning Ella’s Triple Pleasure. I had gotten the kids to bed (in my bed) and went to the couch to wind down. I thought, wouldn’t it be nice to have three men to help take care of the kids so I could take a break. I turned my emotional struggle into Ella’s financial one. The men drew me in because each one was different and could handle different aspects of everyday life…and rocked it between the sheets. I was hooked on these characters and their unconditional love for each other.

What is your favorite punctuation mark and why?

My favorite punctuation mark…hmmm…uh…well…I’d have to think about that one… 😉

Tell us about Ella’s Triple Pleasure.

It takes three men to satisfy one woman’s needs…

Single mom and massage therapist Ella Winthrop isn’t looking for a relationship. She has Ella's Triple Pleasureenough problems without risking a business that barely meets her needs. Then her world is turned upside down by three men, each offering something she isn’t prepared for—love so deep it hurts, sex so hot she’s afraid she’ll melt from the pleasure, and a future beyond her wildest dreams.

Steamy businessman Cade Jackson has it all—money, looks, a giving heart, and a dominant nature—but Ella refuses to date a client even if she’s lusted after him for a year. After his brother’s death, Garrett Winthrop moves back to town opening old wounds and even darker fantasies. Dr. Derek McGregor gives her balance and understanding that speaks to her soul. All three men force Ella to question the limits of a traditional relationship.

Excerpt:

“So, is it too soon to ask for a foot massage?” Cade sported a slight curve at the corners of his mouth. “You know how much I like my feet rubbed.”

She laughed and turned to face him. He did it again. He made an uncomfortable situation comfortable and pushed away her doubts. “Cade Jackson, you’re a liar. You hate your feet rubbed. You squirm like a worm while I’m working on them.” She playfully squeezed his large muscular bicep. Yum.

He raised his hands in surrender as she let go. His shirt lifted and showed off bodybuilder abs worth drooling over. “I didn’t think you noticed. You’d rub my feet for ten agonizing minutes every Tuesday. Were you trying to torture me?”

She branched out from her normal course of action and tried a move at seduction. Her first. Ever. She leaned toward him and whispered, “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me you didn’t like it.”

“But I do like it.” He placed his hands on the edge of the table. Hiwrinkled the linen tablecloth. “It hurts, but it feels so good afterward.” He lifted a lock of her hair near her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Let’s go back to the main house and eat dessert.”

He traced the side of her neck with his fingers down to her collarbone. A soft wave of shivers rippled over her flesh. The proximity of his smoking-hot body and lips pushed her into lust hyper-drive. All he’d have to do was kiss her earlobe, and she’d have an orgasm.

“Do you want to wrap up the leftovers and bring them with us?”

“The fridge is stocked at the main house.” He glided his hand over her shoulder and down her arm to her hand. “Ready?”

He curled his fingers around her hand and tugged her up.

She nodded, standing on unsteady legs.

“Um, sure?” Am I ready for dessert with Cade?

She swallowed.

She could do the food kind but hoped he meant a naughtier kind of ending to their meal.

Buy Links:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2G82I3N

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2DMG1wN

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Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/EllaTP

iBooks: https://tinyurl.com/EllaiB

Tell us about yourself.

An avid romance reader, Anna Lores started writing steamy romance novels as a by-Anna Loresproduct of insomnia. One night, with a nudge from her husband to write a book, Anna borrowed her son’s laptop and set about breathing life to her very own characters. After a month, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams of writing sensual happily ever afters.

The desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about but gush over, keeps Anna’s fingers racing to keep up with her imagination. As the rest of the house is sleeping peacefully, Anna sheds her title as Supermom of Three to write sexy love stories.

Sleeping might still be a battle Anna hasn’t conquered, but armed with a B. A. in English Literature and all the hot men in her mind calling for their own story, she stays busy during those midnight hours writing her next international bestselling spicy romance.

Author site: www.annaloresauthor.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorAnnaLores

Publisher page: http://tinyurl.com/LoresTWRP

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Featured author Roxanne D. Howard

Today I’m featuring Roxanne D. Howard and her story WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES which is in PASSIONATE CRAVINGS, an Erotic Book Sampler.

Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

I start out in control. I like to outline and know the concrete map of the story, but usuallyPassionate Cravings a character will whammy me over the head with a line or two, or a direction I didn’t see them going in. For the most part I like to stay in control, but I think a story doesn’t really take off until a character breaks free and becomes their own entity.

What drew you to the characters in this story?

The concept of two broken people finding each other in a world so busy and distracted. Also, Lark’s journey of self-discovery and ultimate change is something I think many readers can identify with. Life is like the ocean, it comes in waves, and often we find ourselves riding a wave we didn’t expect. In Lark’s case, Niall.

What is your favorite punctuation mark and why?

I am a sucker for the semicolon. I don’t know why. I usually spend a few days after a book is done, going through and modifying my sentences and removing dozens of them.

It’s just cute and I abuse the heck out of it.

Would you share an excerpt?

Lark watched the fat pigeon’s head bobble as he scavenged along the pavement. He cocked his head to the side as she and Maisie Robertson sprinted toward him, spread his wings and flew a few feet away, then continued to forage in peace.

The rising sun spread over Regent’s Park, and Lark pumped her arms for warmth. The brisk wind off the Thames River became more prominent, snuffing out the last vestiges of summer with cooler autumn days. Lark coughed and slowed to a walk. Wisps of hair escaped her ponytail and fell into her eyes. “Hang on. We’ll run again in a minute, Maisie,” she huffed. Yes, it was complete bullshit. They’d totally walk the rest of the way. She had no more umph in her. But it was nice to pretend and give it the old college try.

“No, let’s stop. I’m done in,” Maisie said, panting, her London accent labored from their run. Taller than she, Maisie’s freckled, fawn-colored skin glistened with perspiration. She stretched her arms high above her curly black hair as they slowed their pace.

A few coughs rattled Lark’s chest. She ignored the concern on Maisie’s face as she fished inside her black velour sweat-suit jacket for her cigarette and lighter. She flicked the lighter open and brought the cigarette tip to the flame. She puffed and took a long drag. The butt dangled from her cold fingers with an ashy glow. She did try e-cigs a while back, but the plastic against her lips held no appeal. She paused to admire the neat green hedgerows and rows of blue-marbled crocuses nearby.

A bright blanket of sun lit the dewy grass. Lark blew the smoke out the side of her mouth and grinned as she joined Maisie and walked along the concrete path. “I should have run while you were on holiday, but I wasn’t motivated enough on my own. Watch the sparks fly off my thighs.”

“And mine. I ate way too much over there.” Maisie laughed. “How did the temp do?”

The daft, nineteen-year-old London girl spent more time making updates to her Twitter account and flirting with the FedEx delivery guy than producing any actual work. “Christina wasn’t you,” she said lightly. “I’m glad you’re back, though I’m sure you’d rather be in Goa.”

Maisie scrunched her nose. “Why on earth would I want to lie on a warm, sunny beach and watch hot men walk by when I can stand here and freeze my ass off?”

Lark laughed. “No clue. Were there a lot of cute guys?”

“I didn’t notice, mate. My job on this holiday was to keep the kids in line and yell at Thomas not to wreck his sister’s sand castles.”

“Did it work?”

“No. He’s in a terrorize-his-sister phase. He wrecked them anyway. And time out at the hotel room isn’t much of a punishment.” Maisie chuckled. “Bless his naughty little heart. But enough about my demonic children. What’s new here?”

Lark licked her lips against the cool air. “I had another dream last night.”

“Same guy?”

“Yeah.” A shiver which had nothing to do with the autumn wind spread through her.

Buy links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Passionate-Cravings-Erotic-Romance-Sampler-ebook/dp/B07R1QGQC6/

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Wild_Rose_Press_Passionate_Cravings?id=7QuUDwAAQBAJ

iTunes:
https://books.apple.com/us/book/passionate-cravings/id1460548491

Kobo: 
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/passionate-cravings

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Tell us a bit about yourself.

Roxanne D. Howard is one of the authors featured in Passionate Cravings, and the award-winning author of When You Close Your Eyes. She writes sizzling erotic romance roxanne #1with Boroughs Publishing Group and The Wild Rose Press. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and a Columbia College alumni. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she’s not writing, she enjoys spending quality time with her husband, children, and furry companions. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.

Other Books by This Author

With Boroughs Publishing Group:

Sonnet Coupled

Flip the Beat

Romancing the Seas #1: The Hotter They Come

Romancing the Seas #2: The Harder They Fall

Romancing the Seas #3: The Longer They Last

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15019190.Roxanne_D_Howard

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New Release – She Came First

I’m so excited to share the release of my new book SHE CAME FIRST.

My daughter gave me a tour of the Charlotte Speedway. I’ve always loved car racing and perf5.000x8.000.inddused to watch it with my dad, but I’d never been at a track before. We had a tour of all three tracks, drag racing, dirt, and Nascar. Then our tour guide, a lady who told us she came with the dirt, drove us around the Nascar track fast. Now we weren’t traveling as fast as the racing drivers, but with my vivid imagination I could pretend I was.

I was talking with a fellow Wild Rose Press author about the experience and she told me to write the story.

Blurb:

As head mechanic for her family’s stock car team, Tracy Hyland is making sure her car is ready for tomorrow’s race. If the car comes in first, she can claim her rightful place in the business. She can’t afford distractions, especially an ex high school sweetheart, one who broke her heart but still makes her engine purr.

Racecar driver Delaney P. Jones comes home to drive the Hyland’s car and to win back the girl he left behind. To break the iciness between them, he tempts his sexy mechanic into a smoldering dance of passion. His ultimate goal might prove more difficult—getting her across a private finish line.

Excerpt:

Tracy Hyland slipped into the garage of the family motorsport business and smiled as she glanced at her 1989 Camaro. Her baby’s new blue and white paint glistened in the overhead light. Tomorrow was the car’s first race. Her hopes of standing in the number one spot on the podium depended on their performance.

She walked to the radio and cranked her music. Music and racing—pure heaven.

While the male mechanics would be at their favorite watering hole, hoping to hook up with pit bunnies for a night, she planned a quiet evening ensuring her car was tuned perfectly. Who was she kidding? She was just tinkering. Better here alone than in a noisy bar with strangers.

Tracy had become the head mechanic only after her dad died in a fiery crash. Women belonged in the office, not the track, or so he thought. She should go home and get a good night’s sleep—alone. She liked a good fuck. Actually, a great night in the sack helped her relax before a race, but she’d make do with a hot shower and Dilly the dildo to relieve her tension. What more could she want?

Tracy let the music take hold of her and boogied toward the car, twirling around and shimmying her breasts.

The side door opened, and she froze mid-step and turned.

Delaney P. Jones leaned against the jamb, filling the doorway. Her pulse quickened at the sight of her high school sweetheart.

Buy links:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Uk92YM

B&N, https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131094833?ean=2940161234532

Bookstrand: https://www.bookstrand.com/she-came-first

Kayden Claremont’s Bio

Kayden’s sensuous writing style drives the characters in lustful romps. She loves reading stories of lust and love.  When she is not crafting erotic romantic stories, she loves to make jewelry and travel.

Kayden is a member of Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers, and Sisters in Crime.

She hopes you enjoy her other books, Hell’s Bounty, Heaven’s Watcher, Timeless Passion, Red Hot, and Tartan Temptation, all published by The Wild Rose Press.

Author Media Links:

Website: www.KaydenClaremont.com

Blog: https://kaydenclaremont.wordpress.com/

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YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyTlCs84dLR5D3MJw25yrBQ

Amazon Author Page: amazon.com/author/kaydenclaremont

 

 

New Release – Heaven’s Watcher – 50% off

I’m so excited! My new book, Heaven’s Watcher is available today!

Heaven’s Watcher is the second book in the Heavenly Bodies Series. the first book in the perf5.000x8.000.inddseries, Hell’s Bounty will be on a $.99 sale at the end of the month.

Heaven’s Watcher

Blurb: Leather-wearing, motorcycle riding PI Heaven Vaughan is working undercover in a Las Vegas casino for the DA. She must find the evidence to convict the casino boss of ordering her brother killed, but the tall, dark, sex-on-a-stick head of security is constantly watching her. Just knowing he’s got his monitors focused on her makes her hot, and she can’t help but make sure he has something as equally arousing to look at.

Straight-arrow Darius Turner has one job—to safeguard the people in the casino. The feisty redhead dominating his viewing pleasure is playing havoc with his duties and with his libido. All he wants is to take her up on her teasing invitations, but he can’t let her get too close. If Heaven discovers his true identity, there’ll be hell to pay.

Buy Links:

The Wild Rose Press: http://bit.ly/2At5H1t

Amazon.com: http://amzn.to/2CTy4Hm

KOBO:  http://bit.ly/2AqsyZD

Excerpt :

After scolding herself, she got back to work.

She had to find the evidence quickly before Darius realized what she was up to.

Near the end of her shift, she grabbed a tray, a bottle of single-malt whiskey, a glass, and headed

toward the boss’s office. She knocked on the door. No one answered, so she slipped in.

Setting the tray on the coffee table, she scanned the room and sat down at the desk. She didn’t know the computer password, so she opened the drawer on the right.

At the sound of the soft scraping of the door on the lush carpet, she froze.

Darius filled the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

Quietly, she closed the drawer. “I was told to bring the boss a bottle of scotch.”

Darius nodded at the bottle on the tray. “I see.”

“You do a lot of that.”

“What are you doing behind the desk?” His low, measured voice sent shivers through her.

“Nothing.” She shrugged. When he did not respond, she said, “The truth is, I need to get

another computer. I figured the boss would have the top of the line with all the bells and whistles.” She forced a smile. “Just checking it out.” She got up and edged around the desk, hoping to get to the door before Darius pressed the control in his pocket

to call his men.

He blocked her. His rock-solid frame resembled a wall yet excited her. Taking a calming

breath, she tried to walk around him.

Tinsel Sugarplum shares Christmas Trees recipe.

Highway Cafe Christmas blog 2017

Hi my name is Tinsel Sugarplum. Welcome to our party in the big red barn. Hope you got your dancing shoes on!

My favorite song to dance to is Rock around the Christmas Tree. I listen to that song all year long.

At this time of the year it’s our tradition to have pot luck at the party. I’m a gluten-free elf and I’m not a very good cook, but I love dessert. Here is my recipe for Gluten-Free One Bite Brownie Christmas Trees.

Enjoy.

Gluten-Free One Bite Brownie Christmas Trees  
one bite brownie christmas trees

Ingredients

  • 12 – gluten free one bite brownies
  • 12 large strawberries
  • green icing
  • Smarties

Directions

Place a strawberry on each of the brownies. Put the green icing into a piping bag or a zip-lock bag with the corner cut off One bite brownie chrstmas tree #2and the leaf piping tool* on it. Pipe the icing like branches like the picture. Then use different colored smarties as the decorations on the tree. Enjoy.

Don’t forget to visit all the other elves on the blog tour and enter their draw for prizes. my draw is at the bottom.

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Karen Blake-Hall – https://kaydenclaremont.wordpress.com/
Casi McLean – http://casimclean.com/a-christmas-to-remember/
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Linda Carroll-Bradd – http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com

My Giveaway: Sign up for my newsletter at  http://www.kaydenclaremont.com

and one lucky winners will win a  $10 Amazon Gift Card. Will be drawn on December 11, 2017.

My new book Heaven’s Watcher is being released on January 8, 2018.

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Blurb: Leather-wearing, motorcycle riding PI Heaven Vaughan is working undercover in a Las Vegas casino for the DA. She must find the evidence to convict the casino boss of ordering her brother killed, but the tall, dark, sex-on-a-stick head of security is constantly watching her. Just knowing he’s got his monitors focused on her makes her hot, and she can’t help but make sure he has something as equally arousing to look at.

Straight-arrow Darius Turner has one job—to safeguard the people in the casino. The feisty redhead dominating his viewing pleasure is playing havoc with his duties and with his libido. All he wants is to take her up on her teasing invitations, but he can’t let her get too close. If Heaven discovers his true identity, there’ll be hell to pay.

Preorder will be available soon.

 

 

Winter’s Kiss Blog Tour

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Today’s new release is Winter’s Kiss by Darlene Fredette

Return to beautiful Redford Falls: a woman who knows what she wants and a man who knows what he needs.

Publisher: Escape Publishing

Genre: Contemporary
Rating: Sweet (PG)
Average Page Count: 112
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She’s been on a flight from hell for over eight hours, lost four hours of daylight, and arrived in temperatures twenty degrees lower than accustomed to. Disliking winter for awinters-kiss-cover reason she refuses to discuss, Danielle Lerato would rather be anywhere than in Redford Falls. She needs to get the job done and return home before getting caught up in the small town’s charm…and the arms of the handsome, brown-eyed restaurant owner.

Andrew Haley’s first encounter with the buttery blonde didn’t go so well, and he well-remembers the chill of the glass of water she dumped over his head. Now, two years later, a raging storm drops Danielle back into his life. She’s determined to leave, but he’ll do whatever it takes to convince her to fall in love with Redford Falls…and him.

Short Excerpt:

Danielle probably looked a hideous mess. Her hair had come loose from the clip on the top of her head. Sleep masked her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to wash her face and sterilize her hands from the airborne germs she encountered on the plane. “I’ve been on the flight from hell for over eight hours. I’ve lost four hours of daylight, and the temperature here is twenty degrees lower than where I live.” She pulled the straps of her leather jacket tight around her waist. “I have to rent a car and drive two hours to a small town where, if I blink I’ll miss it.” She waved a pointed finger in the air for dramatic effect. “I’d rather be anywhere but here.”

 Bio:

Darlene resides on the East Coast of Canada with her husband, daughter, and Yellow Lab. When not working on her next book, she enjoys spending time with her family. An avid reader since childhood, Darlene loves to develop the many stories swimming in her head. She writes heartwarming contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners.

Contact links:

Web: http://darlenefredette.blogspot.com/

Blog: http://findingthewritewords.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DarleneLF

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DarleneLF

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/DarleneFredette/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/DarleneLF

 Purchase Links: 

http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/product/9781489236159

On my Escape page, click on the ‘BUY EBOOK’ button to find purchase links to Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and more!

http://www.millsandboon.com.au/product/9781489236159

There will be a giveaway for visitors who leave a comment on any stop during my tour, and additional giveaways for visitors who leave a comment on my blog.

 

 

 

Featured Author Barbara Edwards

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Annie’s Heart was the result of a dream I had about living on the Kansas plains after the Civil War ended. I researched the area and found the hardships settlers faced to be overwhelming. I was surprised so many not only survived, but thrived. Annie is a strong woman with too many problems, but she is a survivor.

I hope you take this opportunity to read about her.

Blurb:

Only two coins and a gold pendant heart separate widowed ANNIE MOSS from disaster. The fields need to be plowed, the barn repaired and food stored for the winter, but she is alone and afraid. Her dream of a home for her children hangs from the promise of a wandering man to keep moving on, a man she has no reason to trust.

TRACE RANDOLPH has lost everything except his honor, so when a desperate ANNIE saves his life he knows he must pay his debt, even if it means marrying her. The only promise he makes is to leave before the winter snows. A promise he finds impossible to keep.

Excerpt:

Trace wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and hefted another bundle of shingles https://barbaraedwardscomments.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/scan00011.jpg?w=198&h=300onto his shoulder. The sweat dripped off him and he knew he smelled like an old goat. He wondered if Annie had noticed, or if he were the only one suffering from this itch. His mouth was parched and he made a note to purchase more mints when he visited town. A blister burned on his heel. And work shoes. His high-heeled boots weren’t designed for doing farm chores.

He planned on taking a quick dip in the creek later to wash away his ripe odor. The scent of lavender, light and delicate as the woman herself, filled his head. Annie stood behind him. He turned. She smiled and held out a dripping glass of water. Nodding his thanks, he swallowed the drink with pleasure. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and her blue eyes flicked from his fingers to his mouth.

“When do you expect to be done?”

A longing to touch her seared him like a hot poker. Trace jerked his gaze from her mouth to eye the rising sun and gathering clouds. He gauged the daylight hours left.

“Maybe by tonight. It looks like rain, and I hope to have it completed so you won’t be inconvenienced again.”

Her fingers trembled slightly when she held out her hand for the empty glass. His gaze darted to her face. She blushed at his bold stare and stepped back.

“I’m sure I never implied–”

“No, you didn’t, but I have eyes in my head. You need your privacy. I intend to get Digger’s bunk ready as well as my own.”

She blushed a color reminiscent of the climbing roses in his mother’s garden. He realized she was embarrassed by his reference to sleeping arrangements. He was enchanted by her sweet reaction. A woman so innocent shouldn’t be the mother of two children.

Her gaze dropped to the ground as she hugged the glass to her breasts. The dripping condensation soaked into the fabric. She didn’t notice the wet material clinging to her soft outline, but he did. Heat pulsed low in his groin. He longed to trace the outline of dampness with his mouth.

“I need to go into town. Would you like to come?” Trace didn’t know where the suggestion sprang from, but Annie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, then dimmed.

“But we have chores to…”

“Let Digger do them,” he interrupted.

She hesitated. Cackling laughter followed by a whoop of excitement broke the silence stretching between them. Annie gave him a shaky nod before heading back toward the house.

Trace cursed under his breath as he watched the sweet sway of her hips when she climbed the shallow steps to the porch. Annie was soft and curvy in all the right places. She cast him a quick glance before darting inside.

Review:

”… Barbara Edwards creates a romance that proves life is about surviving disaster. Growing back stronger, and most of all, the courage to love.” **** (four stars), Gerry Benninger, Romantic Times Magazine

Bio:

I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. I’m fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love.

I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America.

When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends
My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.

I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years.

I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success.

Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Keeno, demands a walk.

Please follow, friend or like me. I love to hear from my readers.

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Featured Author Tuesday – Immortal Winder by Margo Bond Collin & N.R. Larry.

A princess locked away in an ice tower.
A handsome kidnapper who insists her savior-queen is a liar.
And a chance to break the curse that binds them all.

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Jayla Storm woke up today next to a dead body, with no memory of how it got there. Then Kip Stanton blew up her ice tower—the only home she’s ever known—and kidnapped her, insisting it was for her own good.

Now she’s stuck with a group of rebels hell-bent on usurping the queen who saved Jayla’s life. As her memories resurface, she’s afraid to trust anyone, even while her feelings for Kip grow stronger.

But wherever Jayla goes, the monstrous ravagers follow. If she’s going to survive, and perhaps save Kip and the others, she’ll have to learn to trust someone—maybe especially herself.

Immortal Winter, a stand-alone dystopian paranormal romance
by New York Times bestselling authors N.R. Larry and Margo Bond Collins

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Excerpt:

I woke in my ice tower, covered in a coating of sweat, lying next to a dead body.

With a gasp, I scrambled back against the headboard of my own bed. Other than the motionless figure beside me, nothing around me had changed, though it was tinted yellow from the flickering lanterns.

Arina’s dead body?

I’d never seen a corpse. Not a real one. I eyed the spike sticking out of her forehead and the odd snarl twisting her open mouth. My head swam and I swallowed convulsively.

I knew I needed to act, but all I could manage to do was let Arina continue to bleed out—onto the sheets and onto me. I should have been screaming. I should have been throwing myself off the bed and toward the window. But I didn’t, anchored in place by fire and sweat and blood.

I tried to connect the scene in front of me to some memory, something that swam barely out of reach. I stretched after it, catching a fragment: yesterday was Arina’s day. The day I wouldn’t be alone.

A pain day.

I looked forward to those. That much I knew.

Forcing myself to sit up, I scooted away from her still form, my jaw clenched with the memory of pain. I would have laughed at what lingered but there was a body to attend to. Stumbling out of bed, I stepped out of my clothes and limped toward my ivory dresser. On the way, my feet grazed against something rough. Some imperfection in the ice. Something that wasn’t there before.

I backed up and stared down at the message scratched into the ice, blood swiped across it to highlight the letters, like ink rubbed on a seal impression to darken the image.

She found me. She knows. Went to warn them. Don’t take the infusions. Watch out for Kip.

My body began to tremble, even before my mind caught up.

Yesterday.

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Highway Cafe Christmas Blog Tour

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On December 5, 6, 7…
The elves are on the loose at the North Pole!
We’re spreading the Christmas spirit with recipes, crafts, stories, and lots of giveaways!

Hi everyone. I’m Taleisin Elafir, one of Santa’s elves.

I work at the North Pole and I have the most important job for Santa. I taking care of the reindeer, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blixen and of course the king himself, Rudolph.

I make sure they play fairly while playing reindeer games. We don’t want a repeat of— well you know. The flying reindeer have such fragile egos.

While I’m working, I love to listen to Lady Antebellum, ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside.’ All the reindeer love this music too, well except Rudolph. He like the old Christmas songs sung by Frank Sinatra, so I mix them up to keep everyone happy.

I’ll be giving away a pair of beautiful hand-crafted earrings to my Secret Santa Krafty Kelly. Her job at the North Pole is wrapping presents in a creative, decorative way. But beware, because you might find tricky surprises in that wrapping…I love being crafty in a devious way, too and will be  giving away a pair of hand-crafted earrings to  one lucky person who leave a comment on this page!

I eat Christmas cookies and drink eggnog, as I feed the reindeer carrots.  Here is the recipe that Mrs. Clause makes especially for me.

Coconut Macaroons with Chocolate

Yield: 3 to 4 dozen

Prep Time: 10 min

Cook Time: 10 min

Ingredients:

6 cups sweetened shredded coconut flakes
1 (14-oz.) can sweetened condensed milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1 Tablespoon vegetable oil

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350ºF.

In a large bowl, stir together the coconut flakes, sweetened condensed milk and vanilla until well combined.

Use a small spoon to scoop out roughly 3 Tablespoons of the mixture to form small mounds, spaced about 2 inches apart on a parchment paper-lined baking sheet.

Bake for 12 to 18 minutes until the tops are golden brown and the macaroons are your desired level of crispiness.

Come and visit with my other elves.

Pinky Twinkleton, Serendipity Sparkles, Candy Cane, Twinkle Bright, Bob, Puddle, Sugarplum Silverfluff, Granny VanElfington, Goth, Sparkle, Annie, Lindy Lou, Taleisin Elafir, Krafty Kelly, Frangelica Tinselbaubles, and Kandy Kane will all be there, and we’d love for you to join us!

Just click on the links below to follow our fun tour!

http://www.findingthewritewords.blogspot.com/
http://www.tenastetler.com/my-blog/
https://barbaraburkeauthor.wordpress.com/
www.writerknapsack.com
http://msspencertalespinner.blogspot.com/
http://www.maureenbonatch.com/blog/
http://nancyfraser.ca/wordpress/?page_id=2148
http://www.sorchiadubois.com/
http://www.carolhenry.org/
www.hywelalyn.blogspot.com
http://casimclean.com/casis-christmas-…cal-mystery-tour/
https://kaydenclaremont.wordpress.com/
http://mariahlynneauthor.blogspot.com/
http://kkweil.blogspot.com
http://www.clairdelunebooks.co.uk/
http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com (participating on Dec 6 only)

My new book for the holiday season, Tartan Temptation.

With his throne on the line, Brodie Murdock needs to secure his kingdom by taking a bride. When the only woman he’s ever wanted, Cora Siegfried, steps right into his path, hetartantemptation_w10679_300knows the legends are true. She is his destiny. But will she agree?

Buy Links:

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 TWRP: http://bit.ly/2dVptbU

 Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2ezR6Ig

 ARe: http://bit.ly/2fsvmvo

New Release – The Warrior in Me by Anita Philmar

Today I’m featuring The Warrior in Me, a Erotic Murder Mystery/ Romantic Suspense by Anita Philmar.

Special Security Agent Sebastian Berlin is eager to track down his partner’s killer. Instead, perf5.000x8.000.inddhe’s assigned the job of baby-sitting a scientist. His boss thinks she’s the key to an Ancient Warrior Prophecy. Science never interested Sebastian, but the know-it-all female standing at the end of his Alaskan dock could persuade him to do a little experimenting. That is, if he can keep his Neanderthal Warrior genes from taking control.

DNA specialist Lily Sinclair is in need of a vacation, or so her over-protective ex-husband tells her. Arriving in chilly Alaska instead of sunny Cancun, she’s tired and cranky and so not in the mood for her bodyguard’s he-man tactics. Still, there’s something about the sexy eye-candy that makes her want to lick him all over even as she’s demanding to go home.

Then Lily’s ex is poisoned, and Sebastian is certain the two murders are connected and she could be next. She knows he’s hiding something, but with the worldwide release of Neanderthal DNA project only days away, she has no choice but to trust him to protect her. But can she trust him with her heart?

Excerpt:

Seconds before his mouth covered hers, she whispered, “Sebastian, I don’t—” The rest of the sentence died under the quick spear of his tongue, seeking entrance into the hot moist haven of her mouth.

The fight he expected didn’t fully materialize. She gasped in shock, and her body stiffened. Then she lifted her hands to his shoulders, leaving the few inches between them vacant.

Tightening his grip, he drew the soft cushion of her breasts invitingly against his chest. All too quickly, he moved past the point of a simple kiss and fed on her unique flavor. He’d gone too long without the seductive touch of a woman. Today, she’d tempted him with the fire of her anger and the gentle concern for him at the loss of his friend. Holding himself in check, he’d resisted until she’d revealed her passion for her research. Now, he couldn’t contain his enthusiasm for her any longer. He ate at her lips, nipping and sucking until they opened wider.

Lily moaned, and he captured the sound, swallowing it as he flicked his tongue against the roof of her mouth. She welcomed him by drawing him deeper. He thrust in and out, over and over mimicking the ancient rhythm of sex.

Determined to sample every inch of the hot, moist cavity, he drank in the rich, sweet nectar. As stimulating as wine, he became drunk on her and tangled his tongue around hers. Time lost meaning. He forgot everything except her hands in his hair, her body plastered against his, the relentless need to consume her.

Somewhere in his subconscious, something reminded him that women didn’t progress from “Hello, it nice to meet you” to “Do you want to go to bed with me” this quickly. On the other hand, maybe, the light tingling of his scalp as she curled her fingers in his hair helped jog his memory. He had to take things a little slower if he wanted to win the girl.

Now available  at

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M9C5QLQ

http://wildcatalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-erotic/4749-the-warrior-in-me.html

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-warrior-in-me-anita-philmar/1124858213?ean=2940156758746

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-warrior-in-me-1

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thewarriorinme-2158657-153.html

Bio Anita Philmar

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

Website:  http://www.anitaphilmar.com/

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/

FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar

GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar

Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C

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