I am so excited! My first novella with Ellora’s Cave will be released tomorrow, April 28. Divine Deception is part of their “succulent” fruit series.
Today, the stars of this story, Nicholas Gradin IV and Francesca Santerre have agreed to a little interview.
Nina: So you two are here at the Writer’s Block and I see you are holding hands. Was it a love at first sight kind of relationship for you?
Frankie: *a very unladylike laugh*
Nick: Hey, don’t be looking at me. The whole thing was her fault. If she’d just told me who she was from the outset I would have–
Frankie: Oh, he’s so full of crap! He slinked into that vineyard looking to find a vineyard worker who might want to trim his vine.
Nick: Me? I think–
Nina: *shrill whistle* Okay, sorry I asked about your relationship. Next question … something a little easier. How did you come to Mill Tavern Vineyards.
Nick: My great grandfather came over from Germany with nothing but a few grape vines and a dream. He found his way to the Seneca Lake region of New York, bought a plot of land and the rest … as they say … is history. *turns to Frankie* Your turn. This should be good.
Frankie: *eyeroll* What he means is my mother met his father at a casino. When they married seven years ago Nick thought my mother was just using him–
Nick: Tell me how you would have seen it. Sexy young mother toting a snotty-nosed brat on her hip looking to get her green card and a chance at the family estate. *Nick laughs and kisses Frankie*
Frankie: *swats at his arm and giggles* Yeah, well, thank goodness Nick’s grandfather, Nicholas Gradin, Jr. didn’t see it that way. He opened his home and taught me all about the grapes and the vineyard. I’m the one that’s been harvesting the grapes and fermenting them into award-winning wines.
Nina: Nick, you know I have to ask, how are things with your father?
Nick: Better. We’ve still got a lot of fences to mend. I mean it’s not like he’s going to get the “father of the year” award or anything. But he’s at least trying.
Frankie: Nick’s taken over the whole vineyard. Nicholas well…
Nick: He went into rehab for awhile. But hopefully with Carmine’s support, that’s his wife…
Frankie: My mother.
Nick: Anyway, let’s just leave it at better. Next question
Nina: For people who followed my blog they heard me lament over how hard it was to tell your story. You two just didn’t want to cooperate. I’m not sure I’ve had such strong personalities circling each other with the desperate need to be together and fighting it so hard.
Frankie: *hooks thumb in her direction* His fault.
Nick: That’s not fair. Nina, you know I tried to be nice right from the first time we met.
Frankie: Ha. You mean the get in my pants kind of nice.
Nick: Come on, look at this package Nina, what hot-blooded male can resist this. *leans over and kisses Frankie long and slow*
Nina: *clears throat*
Nick: Yeah, well, I was just … trying to be friendly.
Frankie: *blushes* And I was just trying to make sure some money-hungry asshole wasn’t going to take my livelihood out from under me. No offense Nick.
Nina: Anything else you’d like the readers to know?
Nick: Let’s just say you’re going to find our story very hot. Frankie’s an animal in bed.
Frankie: *blushes and swats his arm* Niiiick!
Nick: *laughing* It’s not like they’re not going to know everything tomorrow.
Frankie: True, maybe we should give them a little taste today? Hmmmm?
Nina: And since this is the PG-13 version I’m just going to send these two kids into the pool house and away from your eyes.
Nick: Which way? *pulls Frankie to her feet*
Nina: Right over there Nick, but could you just …
Okay, well, they’re gone and from the sparkle in Frankie’s eye, I’m thinking they’re gonna be a while. I guess that means the interview is over. So I’ll just leave you with the hot cover …
and remind you that you can read Frankie and Nick’s story TOMORROW. Available from JasmineJade.com.
Oh, and here’s their trailer …
It’s finally here! I didn’t think we’d ever get to today! But Monday, September 15 at 7:00 pm EDT, Furry, Fluffy, and Wild will finally be available from Liquid Silver Books! Yaaay! I’m so excited.
Back in February or so, Celia Kyle put out a call to other authors interested in participating in a shifter anthology. I jumped through the crowd of authors with my hand waving madly in the air and shouted “Me, me … pick me!” When I fell at her feet grovelling and make a fool of myself, how could she say no?
Celia and Tina are amazing writers with a ton of work under their belts and I feel very proud to be included in an anthology with them. All of our stories involve wolf shifters …
and plus size women. (I know, the cover doesn’t actually reflect that … but you’re going to have to trust me on this one.)
My novella, Blue Moon Rising, is an erotic suspense story.
Could a woman’s past decide a man’s future?
Tension between the cougar and wolf shifters in Lonesome Fork, Montana is spiraling out of control. With the full moon only days away and fear and the body count rising, Chief of Police, and head of the wolf shifter council, Cole Takoda is trying to bring peace to both humans and shifters alike. But with the head of the cougar council, Kurt Hansley, thwarting his attempts, it appears nothing will heal the growing rift. When orphan Jayda Kynslan strolls into town, rumors of polymorphic shifters come to life begin to circulate.
Two men want to claim Jayda as mate: one will stand with her and unite the shifter clans; the other will possess her and reign supreme over the human population. With the Blue Moon Rising Jayda’s decision will determine the future for all of them.
Here’s a brief excerpt:
Cole stared at Jayda’s ass as she sashayed her way to the door. Damn, she had him hot under the collar. He’d wanted to follow her immediately, but the tented fly of his Levi’s would make their intention a little obvious. It wouldn’t do for the Chief of Police to be caught in a compromising situation. When she’d bent in close, the scent and heat of her overwhelming his senses, his body had jumped to attention. Decorum and judicious prudence aside, he needed to be with her. Had she known she’d have that effect? Was this some kind of setup?
He finished his beer in one great swallow and banged it down on the bar just as the door closed behind Jayda. She hadn’t even turned around to see if he was following. Maybe she hadn’t meant what she’d said. Part of him hoped that was the case. Then he’d only have to see her safely to her car, and this whole thing would be over. There was only one way to find out what she intended. His cock led the way.
“Hey, champ, it’s cold outside. You’ll need this.” Aaron stood at the entry between the two rooms holding Cole’s leather jacket. The smile on his face was nonjudgmental.
“Shit,” Cole said as he snatched the jacket and shrugged into it. They’d been friends since their days on the reservation. Aaron would be the only one who’d know it was lust as much as fear contorting his face.
Aaron smiled. “Shit is right. Be careful, man.”
Now that he’d made the decision, Cole headed for the door. He wondered if he’d waited too long, and she’d left. That thought moved him more quickly. He’d have no way of finding Jayda if she walked out his life tonight. He had no intention of letting that happen until he knew exactly what had brought her to Lonesome Fork.
The night air slapped him in the face the moment he walked out the door. He scanned the lot, panic sweeping through him with each pass.
“Over here.” Jayda’s quiet voice called from around a truck parked in front of the tavern and off to his right. He smiled at her from the other side of the hood.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
The brassy woman who’d propositioned him in the bar had once again morphed into a timid debutante. If not for her voice and the breathtaking smile she flashed, he wouldn’t have known the bashful person holding keys in her hands was capable of offering an uninhibited sexual escapade in her car.
“Jayda, why don’t we go sit in my car?” Reason found its way back to his consciousness. “It’s in the back corner away from the lights.” Police Chiefs didn’t boff strangers in the parking lot of the local tavern. But no one could fault him for finding a place for a quiet chat with a suspicious stranger, and at this moment, conversation was all he intended.
“Sure.” She lifted a shoulder with the lilt in her voice.
She came around the back of the truck, and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Jayda laid her head in the crook of his shoulder. She molded against him like her body had been made for his.
Cole’s body reacted again to her proximity; the blood rushing to his dick made it hard to think like a gentleman. “We don’t have to do this. I’d understand if you want to back out.”
Stopping, she looked up at him. “You don’t want to?”
“No, I … I mean, yes.” Damn, this woman tied his tongue in knots. “What I mean is … if you’re having second thoughts about being alone with me…”
Her hand snaked into the front of his jacket and pinched his nipple. “Not even sort of. Now, which car is yours?”
Cole hit the button on the remote starter, and the lights flashed.
Jayda clapped her hands and ran into the shadows. “Oh, such a shame, you have bucket seats, I guess we’ll have to snuggle in the back.” She didn’t even turn around before climbing in, her curvaceous ass disappearing a moment before he reached the Saab.
And of course what would one of books be without a book trailer:
The last novella in the Tilling Passions series, ARRANGING LOVE, is out today! June 30th. Yippee!
And don’t be jealous, but the first copy, hot off the press goes to Mima Dixon who has a part (or two) in this story!
Here’s the back cover blurb:
He never believed love was unconditional. She never expected the ties that bind would be found at the end of a flogger …
ARRANGING LOVE, the final novella in the Tilling Passions series, finds florist, MEGHAN TILLING, questioning the true impetus for her fiancé’s frequent business seminars and sudden interest in bondage. Could her sisters be right in claiming Peter’s out-of-town trips have more to do with clandestine meetings rather than work commitments? Should Meghan let go of decorum and allow herself the pleasures of deviant sex?
PETER MADDOCK loves his fiancée, but when an online Dominatrix awakens the darker side of his sexual fantasies, he can’t help but seek her out at a private BDSM party. When several accidents threaten Meghan’s life, Peter fears he’s opened their lives to a stalker. Will he be able to protect his fiancée without revealing secrets that may threaten everything and everyone he’s come to love?
Can Peter and Meghan explore their innermost desires and discover the answers to her father’s illness … all without losing their lives?
~*~*~ And an EXCERPT from Chapter One:~*~*~
Meghan Tilling blew out a puff of frustration, sending wisps of chestnut curls out of her face. Straightening, she pressed fists into her lower back, working out the tension hours of floral arranging had knit into her muscles.
Usually, she loved the holiday season: long hours filling orders and delivering flower arrangements to smiling customers, the bustle of shoppers in the stores, the smell of balsam and cinnamon wafting about the floral shop of Tilling Gardens and Plants that she co-owned with her sisters, and the joy of being with her family. Normally all of the busy-ness combined to make her warm with nostalgia and giddy with anticipation, but not this year.
She couldn’t enjoy any of it. Not with her father so sick and Peter’s promotion. It all just sucked.
Her misery had worked itself into a throb that pounded in her temples with the rhythm of the hard-rock music blaring from the radio at the end of the workbench. And though it sent spasms of dull pain shooting behind her eyes, Meghan couldn’t bring herself to shut it off. Without it, silence would surround her like an unwelcome chill, opening her heart to the loneliness, and she’d find it impossible to go home to an empty house–again.
She stared at her reflection in the dark window over the bench. Despair stared back at her.
Even though she couldn’t see outside, Meghan knew the snow still fell. The Thanksgiving blizzard that began last week heralded the beginning of a very long winter. Well, officially November still counted as fall, but not here in Maine. In her hometown of Delmont, winter began with the first gentle snow flakes and ended when the last snow bank finally turned to mud–usually around Easter.
This year, winter had arrived with a vengeance, pummeling New England with back-to-back storms that had knocked out power and clogged all public transportation, including the plane carrying Peter Maddock, her fiancé, home from the engineering conference in Philadelphia.
Meghan chided herself for not closing the shop early and heading home to the warmth of a fire. The floral arrangements for the Anderton wedding could wait. There would be plenty of time to finish them tomorrow for delivery on Saturday morning. But the thought of a white-knuckled drive and an empty bed just depressed her more, and she decided to stay and finish the rest; twenty centerpieces for the reception, eighteen pew markers, seven wrist corsages and fourteen boutonnières for the family. The bouquets were already complete.
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I love the morning after…
Yay! I’m so excited! The second book in the Tilling Passions series is coming TODAY!
DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT, is determined to bring down the drug cartel smuggling heroin into central Maine. Undercover as Austin Shaeffer, Ayden is working as lead investigator for the first time since the debacle in Miami that killed his younger brother. He will use any means necessary to extract information, including seducing the feisty red head, DEIRDRE TILLING, who is employed by the suspected drug baron. But can he become embroiled in a sexual liaison while keeping his men safe and his identity secret?
Landscaping in the rural Maine town of Delmont hasn’t always been DEIRDRE TILLING’S only passion. Up until two months ago, it included her lover, Brianna. A bisexual, Deirdre has cultivated romances with both sexes, only to find hurt and disappointment her only bounty. Now, she’d like to give up on love. But with everyone in her family in a committed relationship, will Deirdre be able to find satisfaction in the sexual release offered in one-night stands or will she continue to seek out the emotional stability only a monogamous relationship can offer?
Love’s Bounty unravels the mystery of the torrid relationship between a cop bent on proving himself and a woman struggling with her sexuality and the subsequent discovery of drug running up the Maine coast.
Please enjoy this EXCERPT:
Cautious, and working to keep his jangled nerves from pumping his legs in a dead run, Ayden strolled to the shelter of the dinghy. The noise grew louder. Ayden realized he wasn’t moving away from the sound; he was aimed toward it. What a fool. It was a beautiful fall night. Lovers were using the upended craft for a little sex party of their own.
Turning on his heel, he started to walk away, and the noise came again. It wasn’t the moan of sexual pleasure. It was the keening sound of sadness. Someone was crying. And from the quiet hiccuping, it was female. Christ, he didn’t need this right now.
He pushed at the hair blowing in his eyes. Swiveling his head, he debated between the refuge of the path and the complications in the boat. Chivalry won out. He stepped warily around the bow.
The redhead sat on the wooden slats, her bare feet digging restlessly in the sand, her face cupped in her hands. Between shuddering breaths, she sputtered angrily into her bent knees, but her tears and her fingers kept the words from him.
“Uh-hmm.” He cleared his throat, not knowing how else to get her attention.
“Holy shit–” She tried to jump to her feet, but banged her head on the iron rigging attached to the upside of the boat. She fell down hard. “Crap.” Her hand flew to her head.
“I’m sorry, you okay?” Ayden reached for her, but she shook him off.
She looked up at him. Even in the pale light, he could see the anguish in her eyes.
“Actually, I’m not all right.” She pushed herself up, ducking her head away from the oarlock. She wiped at the sand on her bottom. “You scared the living shit right out of me.”
Biting back a smile, Ayden watched her glistening tears turn into fury. That he could handle. An angry woman was one hundred times easier to placate than a despondent one.
“Again, I apologize.” He held out his hand to her. “Austin Shaeffer.” How easily that name slipped off his tongue.
“Deirdre Tilling,” she said as she slipped her hand into his.
Her grip was surprisingly firm. Ayden liked the touch of her palm against his skin. Not all soft and pliant, but callused and rough. He wondered how it would feel running up his back. His body came to full attention with those thoughts.
She was a beautiful woman. Her breasts swelled enticingly just above the bodice of her dress. Her long, muscular legs that he’d admired in the great room, started somewhere around her neck. No wonder Jameson had been seducing this lovely creature.
Jameson. Right. He mentally shook his head. Focus, Ayden. Tonight was about gathering information, not sexual conquests. But then again, there was that two birds and one stone thing.
“You come to Jameson’s parties often?” His voice sounded more at ease than he felt.
She pulled her hand from his and rubbed at the spot on her head. “What? Jameson? Oh, Shawn. No, never been to one of his parties. I’m one of his employees. Damn, this hurts. It’s already forming an egg.”
Ayden ignored the fact she’d called him Shawn. He urged his cock to relax. Obviously, he wasn’t getting any action from an employee who referred to her boss by his first name.
“Here, let me take a look at it.” He ran his fingers through her hair. It was soft as silk sliding over his hand. How good would that feel on his belly and thighs? His balls pulled up tight to his body. “Oh, yeah. You did a nice job. Probably could use a little ice.” At this rate, so could he, but not on the head on his shoulders.
“I did a nice job? Me? You were the one sneaking up like some pirate looking for a lost treasure.”
She had no idea how close to the truth she was.
I luurrv this couple. They are so broken … each in their own way. But in their brokenness they find one another. But it’s those same flaws that nearly tear them apart.
In a romance, I enjoy reading about strong men with vulnerabilities, especially when the heroine is the one to expose them. I just sigh and fall in love with them even as they fall in love with each other.
What kind of relationships do you like reading about?
Anyone who comments here on my blog between now and 8 pm EDT on Tuesday, May 20 will be thrown into a hat. I will draw a random name and they will receive a free download of the first book in the Tilling Passions series, Blind Love.
So I’m snoopy dancing all over the house, waiting for 7 pm EDT tonight, when Love’s Bounty will be available.
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So this week is all about shameless promotion. Here are thirteen reasons I believe you should run right out and buy my latest release, Blind Love.
1. It has LOTS of hot sex in it!
2. This is the first story in a three book erotic suspense series, but each story stands alone, so you’re not left twisting in the wind until the next book comes out this summer. (Though there is a thread that runs through all of them and I certainly hope you’ll want all of them.)
3. The heroine, Julie Tilling is an uptight CPA who discovers her inner vixen and lets her come out to play. (And we all love that naughty girl inside us! *Spank that naughty girl … spank her!* Oh, sorry … lost myself for a moment. Ah hem, where was I? Oh right…)
4. It’s all about three sisters who own a floral shop in a quaint little town in Maine. And who doesn’t love Maine?
5. It starts with a death and ends with another death. (Don’t you love a suspense story that leaves a string of bodies?)
6. Our hero, Damon Corey, also works as sexy shock jock, Demon Jones. He’s hot, he’s naughty … and he’s single. (Did I mention he drives a Harley? Now, that’s power between your thighs!)
7. Julie and Damon dabble on the fringes of internet pornography. (Maine can be a naughty place.)
8. There’s hot sex. (Did I mention that? Oh, well, it bears repeating!)
9. It’s an ebook. Same in-depth story for a low price. AND it saves trees! You can buy it at Liquid Silver Books.
10. There’s a great family and two sisters who will have their own stories.
11. Hot! Hot! Hot! Sex scenes. (oops, I know I mentioned that before, but they do it like bunnies.)
12. I’ll cry uncontrollably if you don’t buy my book. (Not moved by tears? … Bummer it works on my husband every time.)
13. No guide dogs were injured in the writing of Blind Love.
Uncork that bottle of bubbly, and take your champagne flutes right over to Liquid Silver Books to down load your copy of Blind Love
It’s hot off the presses!
Mark you calendar for MONDAY, APRIL 21!
Blind Love will be released from Liquid Silver Books!
This is the first book in the Tilling Passions Series. I love this series. It was a labor of love to discover the stories these three sisters had to tell.
Blind Love is the story of two people working to break free of the molds they’ve been forced into. In the process of finding their way, they find each other.
Back Cover Copy:
In BLIND LOVE, book one of the Tilling Passions series, uptight CPA and oldest sister, JULIE TILLING, is the glue that binds her family. When her friend from high school dies, Julie is the only one who believes he didn’t commit suicide and takes it upon herself to investigate his death. Her search for answers finds her flirting on the fringes of internet pornography. But will Julie’s desire to find a killer and experience a sexual awakening push her moral boundaries to the breaking point?
DAMON COREY didn’t come to Maine to become shock jock, Demon Jones. When his dream career of becoming a concert pianist seems unobtainable, the radio station’s offer is too good to pass up. After mysterious brunette, Jewel, hooks up with him at the night club run by a college frat brother their one night fling wraps around his heart and won’t loosen its talons.
Will Julie and Damon’s secrets unravel the tenuous threads of their relationship? Can Damon expose his inner soul without pushing Julie away or will his enigmatic Demon Jones persona become Julie’s sexual undoing and reveal him as the missing piece that solves the puzzling questions surrounding her friend’s death?
Julie stopped contemplating her toes and stared straight at him. Emotions fluttered over her face and clouded her eyes, but he didn’t know her well enough to read between the lines. He’d just met this wonderful woman. He hadn’t intended to scare her off.
“No, Damon. You don’t have to apologize. I get it.”
Okay, this emotion he understood. The lady was pissed. But a crude remark shouldn’t elicit this response.
“You have a lot of women available to you, I’m sure they’re much more experienced than me. There’s no reason to make fun.” The anger flashed in her eyes. “You weren’t really expecting the person you found at the family homestead?” She emphasized the last two words as if they were obscenities. “The Jewel of last night was more your speed. I get that.”
“No, Julie, I…”
Her hand flew up between them. “No, Damon, you don’t owe me anything. Obviously my father dragged you into an uncomfortable situation. Well, you’ve done your social obligation. I’m home safe and sound. I didn’t mean to disappoint, but I have a hard time living up to everyone’s expectations of who I should be. So, thanks. I get it. Good night.” The helmet landed in his lap.
“No, Julie, really, you don’t understand.” He yelled at her retreating back. “Julie, wait.” Damon attempted to jump from the bike, but the stand wasn’t down, and his lap held the extra helmet. “Damn it all to hell. Julie…” He finally managed to extricate himself from the bike and the helmets and caught her just as she pushed open the front door. “Please. I think you’ve misunderstood. Just give me a minute to explain. Then I’ll leave.”
Her arms knotted across her chest for protection. A wounded heart? He’d have to tread carefully. The emerald eyes shimmering in the waning light telegraphed her pain, but her lips were pursed thin with determination. The woman was a walking enigma. Damon suspected she had no idea how damn sexy she looked standing there, inviting him to explain himself–daring him to breach her defenses.
“Look, Julie. I’m not going to lie to you. Demon Jones is very popular with the ladies. Damon Corey … not so much. If you’re looking for the person I was last night, well, you’re in for a big surprise. He’s as fake as Santa Claus.”
“I still believe in Santa Claus.”
She would. “The Easter bunny, then.”
“But he doesn’t try to pass himself off as anything but the chocolate peddler that he is. I don’t think any hearts have ever been broken by the Easter bunny.”
“Julie…” Damon’s hand found its way to her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair. She smelled earthy and fresh, and he gulped in great breaths of heaven, not sure he could ever completely fill his lungs. When he pressed his lips to hers, she didn’t resist. Julie opened to him, and their tongues meshed and explored, and he walked her backward into the living room and shut out the neighbor’s prying eyes.
“Damon.” The husky way she spoke sent blood rushing from his head straight to his throbbing dick. He wanted her like no woman he’d known.
“Julie, I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day. You crawled into my head last night, and all I’ve thought about is how to get a repeat performance.”
She pulled from him, her lips swollen from his assault. “I don’t do this…” Her hand stirred the heated air between them. “…very well. I’ve been told I’m not good at it. I think you lucked out last night.”
He scooped her into his arms. “Oh, you let me be the judge of that. And your bedroom would be where?” He was already heading down the hall.
I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. And here’s the book trailer for the series on the off chance you’ve haven’t seen it the other two times I posted it! LOL!