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November 5, 2016
STORM (Phantom Island #1) coming 2017 #NewAdult #NA #ShifterRomance #PirateRomance
STORM (Coming 2017)
“Don’t do that, ’l,� he ordered with a beautiful accent I couldn’t place. His voice was soft, but there was no doubt he meant to be obeyed. “Being with me puts your life in a kind of danger you can’t comprehend.”Was it Irish or Scottish? It was so subtle. Then what he said registered. Why would she be in danger?
“I don’t care,� the woman said. Of course, she didn’t. He’d just rocked her world. Twice.
Thanks to for hosting this (click on this to visit other blogs).STORM is book one of a new New Adult, Fantasy series I'm debuting in 2017
ABOUT ME: I write steamy contemporary romance where extraordinary men meet their match in ordinary women and this new series will contain the same elements: Hot guys, feisty heroines, and an amazing plot. To checkout my books, grab a free copy of Impulse, book 1, in my USA Today bestselling billionaires series. This book has won numerous awards including National Indie Excellence Award and Silver in Foreword Reviews INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award.
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February 21, 2015
NEW RELEASE by TEREASA BLUE: Letters From Inside
LETTERS FROM INSIDE
Available NOW
Sometimes even the best chapters or favorite scenes get cut. However, I'm not one to throw things away. Remember- I'm a collector. And savingdeletedworks is notunusual. Hopefully, you'll be reading this romantic suspense, Letters From Inside, soon. I'd like to introduce you to the villain, Carl Jenkins, a pervert serving time in Jackson State prison for rape. Even though this prologue didn't make it into the book, I think you'll find it interesting.
Prologue
The squeal of rusty wheels rolling across the cement floor pulled Carl from his nap and signaled it was almost noon. And time for mail. Not that he’d get anything…still, even a few seconds conversation would be nice. Most likely, the mail-pigeon trustee would sail past the cell without so much as a nod; afraid of losing his precious job and the three cents an hour it paid if he fraternized with the prisoners.
Carl stretched out on the top bunk and laced his fingers behind his head, then stared at a dead fly splattered against the ceiling. Despite the fact this shit-hole reeked of urine and was hotter than hell, he couldn't suppress a grin at the shouts echoing down C-block when the trolley passed each cell. Every con here craved a card or letter, words filled with hope from the outside. And expressed their disappointment loudly.
Today the squealing stopped outside his cell door. “Hey Jenkins, you've got mail.”�
“You sure?� he asked, and jumped down from his bunk. A deep scar that cut his brow was nearly covered by the stubborn lock of hair.
“You want it or don’t you? I ain't got all day,� and shoved the envelope between the bars.
Carl took the envelope and waved it to his cellmate.
“What’d you know? I got mail.� He’d only received one other letter the entire time he’d been here.
“I told you someone would answer,� Gobbler said. The scrawny cellmate unfolded from the small table, abandoning the game of solitaire. “The world’s full of lonely hearts,� he said, a large knot in his throat bobbed up and down as he spoke.
Gobbler patted his shirt pocket stuffed with letters from his girl. “I hope she’s as nice as Jean.”�
Carl ignored his cellmate, not taking his eyes off the stationary. The pink and white envelope had detailed flowers across the flap. He lifted it to his nose and breathed the soft perfume scent on the paper.
“Roses,� he said, taking a long, deep draw. “I miss the smell of roses. Sweet,� he said. “Soft. Not strong like your Jean’s.� He waved the envelope slow beneath his nose. “Smells fresh and pure, kind of powdery, like a real woman.”�
Gobbler rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the bunk. “Like you would know fresh and pure. You ain't fooling nobody, man. Especially your cellie.� Gobbler made a gesture of waving a rag beneath his nose, his pinkie extended. “My, how I justDZthe smell of roses.� He squawked, and rolled backwards onto his bunk laughing.
Carl shot him a scowl. “Shut up, will ya, dip-shit? I can’t concentrate with you cackling like a stuck hen.�
He slid his finger beneath the flap. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he remembered the last letter, a short, unforgiving note from his mother.
“Well, what’s the damn thing say?� Gobbler demanded.
Carl hungered for moments when he was not viewed as a felon tagged by a number, but as a man, capable of warmth and emotion.
This better not be a joke.It wouldn't surprise him if maybe another inmate thought to mess with his mind, you know. Send him a letter. He’d done his time the hard way, without the encouragement of family or friends.
The postmark read Berrien, Michigan. Definitely from the outside.
Warmth spread through him. The sentiment shocked and surprised him. Another person had reached out to him and it caught him off guard. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the person who had reached into his lonely world.
“Well�? You gonna read it or frame it?� Gobbler grumbled.
“Hold your fucking horses, damn it. Can I just enjoy the moment, huh?”�
Gobbler’s face sagged as he leaned against the pillow to wait. Carl thumbed through the folded pages and found the start of the letter. “Okay, I’ll read it. But I’m only reading it to you once. And I’m not reading all of it to you. I gotta keep some thing private,�
“Dear Carl,� he began, and then glanced over at Gobbler. “She ain't afraid to show affection. I like that in a woman.�
“I hear that.� Gobbler nodded in agreement.
Carl continued reading. “What are you in for? I hope you didn't kill someone. I wouldn't want to write to a murderer.�
“I wonder how she feels about writing to a convicted—�
Carl stood quickly, the metal chair scrapping the tile and within seconds stood beside the metal bunk and placed his boot on the mattress, inches from the roommate’s scrawny neck. “I told you before,asshole,I didn't force any one.�
Gobbler scooted against the wall, the knotty cords in his throat bobbed up and down. “Right, I hear ya, man. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want the parole board to release you next month,� he said. “They want you sobbing buckets of tears, full of remorse, asking forgiveness from God and everybody. It’s the only way you’ll ever see the light of day again.”�
Letters From Inside-
Chapter One
The bedroom door slammed behind her as Jessie threw herself on the ruffled spread stretched smooth across the bed, the one chore her mom still seemed willing to do as part of her motherly duty.
Grabbing the slim-line phone, Jessie dialed her best friend. If she had a cell phone she could have called her sooner, like the moment she’d opened the mailbox and saw the cryptic handwriting, knowing immediately it was from him. “Hey, Lisa. What’re you doing?�
She turned on the small Holly Hobby lamp that had belonged to her mom and, with the phone cradled next to her ear, removed a wrinkled envelope from beneath the waistband of her jeans.
“Not much,� Lisa said. “Same-O-bull.�
“Well� guess what?� Jessie lay back against the headboard. “I got another letter today.�
“Another one? That makes what? Four? Five?� Lisa’s high pitch squeal blasted through the receiver.
“Five, not counting the card he made me.�
“Seriously? I can’t believe you’re actually writing to a convict.�
“I am very serious. I stopped playing games a long time ago.�
“Aren't you the least bit afraid? I mean, convicts are dangerous you know.�
“First of all, I like to think of him as a kindred spirit. Like me, he’s someone whose rights have been taken away. He probably didn't do much of anything, just couldn't blend in with the so-calledԴǰpeople.� She blew at the bangs hanging over her eyes. “As if we all can.�
“Yeah, but Jess–�
“But what? Mom’s doing her best to keep me a prisoner around here, I may as well find out first hand what being locked up is all about.�
Jessie rolled across the bed and placed her feet against the headboard.
“Okay, I see your point,� Lisa agreed. “What will you do if he wants to meet you or something? Or, oh my God, what if he’s like, a sex pervert? He could be a real psycho.�
“You’re starting to sound just like my mom. I’m not going to write him forever, you know.�
Her stomach fluttered and she wondered for a moment if maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, and then envisioned her mom’s stern face and squelched the thought. With all the crap she’d been through lately, this diversion was just what she needed.
“Don’t forget the guy’s locked up, remember? Unless he’s Houdini there’s not much he can do behind bars,� Jessie said, and let go a long exaggerated breath. “Guess what I asked him?� Her girlish giggles erupted and she dropped her voice barely above a whisper. “If they really make license plates,� she said and snorted with laughter. “Can you imagine? I get my permit next year. I could probably get a discount on my tags.�
The sound of her mom’s footsteps stopped outside her room.
“I’m leaving for work now, Jess. Be sure and lock the door, okay?�
“Okay, Mom. I will.� Soon after, her mom’s car started up and rolled down the driveway.
“I've heard those cons have humongous biceps. I mean all their spare time is spent pumping iron, right?� Her face became hot just thinking about what the mysterious pen pal might look like. “I’ll bet he’s a hunk.�
“Well, I still think you’re crazy, Jess. What are you going do if your mom sees the letters? Or, even worse, suppose he were to call the house or something?�
“Relax. Our mail doesn't come until late afternoon and I always get it first. And I didn't give him the phone number. I’m not totally stupid, you know. Besides, it’d probably be collect and my mom would never accept the charges. You know how freaking cheap she is. I mean, come on, I'm probably the only living person on the planet who still uses an old fashioned house telephone. I mean, would it kill her to shell out eighty bucks a month for me to have a freaking cell phone?�
“She told you she didn't have the money, Jess.�
“Wٱ𱹱.�
“I don’t think you should write him again. Besides, couldn't he, like, get in trouble, you know, writing to a minor?�
“I already thought of that. I signed the letterLinda Wheeler.Cool, huh?�
“You did not!�
Jessie held the phone away from her ear until the yelling died down. “Chill out, will ya? I’m sure I’ll probably never meet the guy. And if by chance he does show up, so what? Mom doesn't appreciate a good man. Let’s see how she deals with a bad one.�
I've always had my nose buried in a book and remember the day I was awarded my first library card. I went faithfully on Saturdays checking out my limit. My favorites I read over and over again. And for awhile reading was enough, until the day it wasn't. For whatever reason, I picked up a pen and just wrote. And I've been at it ever since. I’m a long time member of Romance Writers of America and local chapter Mid-Michigan RWA. I'm an active member of the group The Writer’s All. 2012 saw my first publication of a novella, Night Bird by The Wild Rose Press under the pen name Teresa Blue. And my first contemporary novel, Man of Her Dreams will be relaunched sometime in 2014.
Available NOW
Sometimes even the best chapters or favorite scenes get cut. However, I'm not one to throw things away. Remember- I'm a collector. And savingdeletedworks is notunusual. Hopefully, you'll be reading this romantic suspense, Letters From Inside, soon. I'd like to introduce you to the villain, Carl Jenkins, a pervert serving time in Jackson State prison for rape. Even though this prologue didn't make it into the book, I think you'll find it interesting.
Prologue
The squeal of rusty wheels rolling across the cement floor pulled Carl from his nap and signaled it was almost noon. And time for mail. Not that he’d get anything…still, even a few seconds conversation would be nice. Most likely, the mail-pigeon trustee would sail past the cell without so much as a nod; afraid of losing his precious job and the three cents an hour it paid if he fraternized with the prisoners.
Carl stretched out on the top bunk and laced his fingers behind his head, then stared at a dead fly splattered against the ceiling. Despite the fact this shit-hole reeked of urine and was hotter than hell, he couldn't suppress a grin at the shouts echoing down C-block when the trolley passed each cell. Every con here craved a card or letter, words filled with hope from the outside. And expressed their disappointment loudly.
Today the squealing stopped outside his cell door. “Hey Jenkins, you've got mail.”�
“You sure?� he asked, and jumped down from his bunk. A deep scar that cut his brow was nearly covered by the stubborn lock of hair.
“You want it or don’t you? I ain't got all day,� and shoved the envelope between the bars.
Carl took the envelope and waved it to his cellmate.
“What’d you know? I got mail.� He’d only received one other letter the entire time he’d been here.
“I told you someone would answer,� Gobbler said. The scrawny cellmate unfolded from the small table, abandoning the game of solitaire. “The world’s full of lonely hearts,� he said, a large knot in his throat bobbed up and down as he spoke.
Gobbler patted his shirt pocket stuffed with letters from his girl. “I hope she’s as nice as Jean.”�
Carl ignored his cellmate, not taking his eyes off the stationary. The pink and white envelope had detailed flowers across the flap. He lifted it to his nose and breathed the soft perfume scent on the paper.
“Roses,� he said, taking a long, deep draw. “I miss the smell of roses. Sweet,� he said. “Soft. Not strong like your Jean’s.� He waved the envelope slow beneath his nose. “Smells fresh and pure, kind of powdery, like a real woman.”�
Gobbler rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the bunk. “Like you would know fresh and pure. You ain't fooling nobody, man. Especially your cellie.� Gobbler made a gesture of waving a rag beneath his nose, his pinkie extended. “My, how I justDZthe smell of roses.� He squawked, and rolled backwards onto his bunk laughing.
Carl shot him a scowl. “Shut up, will ya, dip-shit? I can’t concentrate with you cackling like a stuck hen.�
He slid his finger beneath the flap. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he remembered the last letter, a short, unforgiving note from his mother.
“Well, what’s the damn thing say?� Gobbler demanded.
Carl hungered for moments when he was not viewed as a felon tagged by a number, but as a man, capable of warmth and emotion.
This better not be a joke.It wouldn't surprise him if maybe another inmate thought to mess with his mind, you know. Send him a letter. He’d done his time the hard way, without the encouragement of family or friends.
The postmark read Berrien, Michigan. Definitely from the outside.
Warmth spread through him. The sentiment shocked and surprised him. Another person had reached out to him and it caught him off guard. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the person who had reached into his lonely world.
“Well�? You gonna read it or frame it?� Gobbler grumbled.
“Hold your fucking horses, damn it. Can I just enjoy the moment, huh?”�
Gobbler’s face sagged as he leaned against the pillow to wait. Carl thumbed through the folded pages and found the start of the letter. “Okay, I’ll read it. But I’m only reading it to you once. And I’m not reading all of it to you. I gotta keep some thing private,�
“Dear Carl,� he began, and then glanced over at Gobbler. “She ain't afraid to show affection. I like that in a woman.�
“I hear that.� Gobbler nodded in agreement.
Carl continued reading. “What are you in for? I hope you didn't kill someone. I wouldn't want to write to a murderer.�
“I wonder how she feels about writing to a convicted—�
Carl stood quickly, the metal chair scrapping the tile and within seconds stood beside the metal bunk and placed his boot on the mattress, inches from the roommate’s scrawny neck. “I told you before,asshole,I didn't force any one.�
Gobbler scooted against the wall, the knotty cords in his throat bobbed up and down. “Right, I hear ya, man. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want the parole board to release you next month,� he said. “They want you sobbing buckets of tears, full of remorse, asking forgiveness from God and everybody. It’s the only way you’ll ever see the light of day again.”�
Letters From Inside-
Chapter One
The bedroom door slammed behind her as Jessie threw herself on the ruffled spread stretched smooth across the bed, the one chore her mom still seemed willing to do as part of her motherly duty.
Grabbing the slim-line phone, Jessie dialed her best friend. If she had a cell phone she could have called her sooner, like the moment she’d opened the mailbox and saw the cryptic handwriting, knowing immediately it was from him. “Hey, Lisa. What’re you doing?�
She turned on the small Holly Hobby lamp that had belonged to her mom and, with the phone cradled next to her ear, removed a wrinkled envelope from beneath the waistband of her jeans.
“Not much,� Lisa said. “Same-O-bull.�
“Well� guess what?� Jessie lay back against the headboard. “I got another letter today.�
“Another one? That makes what? Four? Five?� Lisa’s high pitch squeal blasted through the receiver.
“Five, not counting the card he made me.�
“Seriously? I can’t believe you’re actually writing to a convict.�
“I am very serious. I stopped playing games a long time ago.�
“Aren't you the least bit afraid? I mean, convicts are dangerous you know.�
“First of all, I like to think of him as a kindred spirit. Like me, he’s someone whose rights have been taken away. He probably didn't do much of anything, just couldn't blend in with the so-calledԴǰpeople.� She blew at the bangs hanging over her eyes. “As if we all can.�
“Yeah, but Jess–�
“But what? Mom’s doing her best to keep me a prisoner around here, I may as well find out first hand what being locked up is all about.�
Jessie rolled across the bed and placed her feet against the headboard.
“Okay, I see your point,� Lisa agreed. “What will you do if he wants to meet you or something? Or, oh my God, what if he’s like, a sex pervert? He could be a real psycho.�
“You’re starting to sound just like my mom. I’m not going to write him forever, you know.�
Her stomach fluttered and she wondered for a moment if maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, and then envisioned her mom’s stern face and squelched the thought. With all the crap she’d been through lately, this diversion was just what she needed.
“Don’t forget the guy’s locked up, remember? Unless he’s Houdini there’s not much he can do behind bars,� Jessie said, and let go a long exaggerated breath. “Guess what I asked him?� Her girlish giggles erupted and she dropped her voice barely above a whisper. “If they really make license plates,� she said and snorted with laughter. “Can you imagine? I get my permit next year. I could probably get a discount on my tags.�
The sound of her mom’s footsteps stopped outside her room.
“I’m leaving for work now, Jess. Be sure and lock the door, okay?�
“Okay, Mom. I will.� Soon after, her mom’s car started up and rolled down the driveway.
“I've heard those cons have humongous biceps. I mean all their spare time is spent pumping iron, right?� Her face became hot just thinking about what the mysterious pen pal might look like. “I’ll bet he’s a hunk.�
“Well, I still think you’re crazy, Jess. What are you going do if your mom sees the letters? Or, even worse, suppose he were to call the house or something?�
“Relax. Our mail doesn't come until late afternoon and I always get it first. And I didn't give him the phone number. I’m not totally stupid, you know. Besides, it’d probably be collect and my mom would never accept the charges. You know how freaking cheap she is. I mean, come on, I'm probably the only living person on the planet who still uses an old fashioned house telephone. I mean, would it kill her to shell out eighty bucks a month for me to have a freaking cell phone?�
“She told you she didn't have the money, Jess.�
“Wٱ𱹱.�
“I don’t think you should write him again. Besides, couldn't he, like, get in trouble, you know, writing to a minor?�
“I already thought of that. I signed the letterLinda Wheeler.Cool, huh?�
“You did not!�
Jessie held the phone away from her ear until the yelling died down. “Chill out, will ya? I’m sure I’ll probably never meet the guy. And if by chance he does show up, so what? Mom doesn't appreciate a good man. Let’s see how she deals with a bad one.�
I've always had my nose buried in a book and remember the day I was awarded my first library card. I went faithfully on Saturdays checking out my limit. My favorites I read over and over again. And for awhile reading was enough, until the day it wasn't. For whatever reason, I picked up a pen and just wrote. And I've been at it ever since. I’m a long time member of Romance Writers of America and local chapter Mid-Michigan RWA. I'm an active member of the group The Writer’s All. 2012 saw my first publication of a novella, Night Bird by The Wild Rose Press under the pen name Teresa Blue. And my first contemporary novel, Man of Her Dreams will be relaunched sometime in 2014.
February 11, 2015
January 30, 2015
WIN SIGNED COPIES: IMPULSE (Infinitus Billionaire Book 1) Only $0.99 for Limited Time
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IMPULSE (Infinitus Billionaire Book 1)
**This romance novel contains explicit contents and it's not advised for readers under 18** Impulse is stand alone book
He has tradition ingrained in him�
She lives for the moment�
Will they find a common ground?
Lex Fitzgerald is not your average billionaire. He leads a double life as the conscientious head of his family and the pleasure-seeking rogue who parties hard and pushes the limits in and out of the bedroom. His two worlds are about to collide because of one woman, Jillian Finnegan.
Lex needs a secret weapon to defeat a competitor and finds it in Jillian Finnegan. He has no intention of letting her potty mouth, her crazy lifestyle, or her eccentric family get in his way. So when he makes her an offer, he expects her to accept. However, sparks start to fly when Jillian gives him a counteroffer and dares him to refuse. Has Lex finally met his match?
Let the seduction begin.
PRAISE FOR IMPULSE:
Mystery, passion, loyalty and skin tingling sex... ~ Toni - Got Romance! Reviews
Lex and Jillian are hot , sizzling and panty dropping ~ K. M. Whittaker - Page FlipperzA steamy read with a great storyline ~ Susan McLean...a rich story woven into the details... ~ April R. Symes...mystery, family, danger and lots, LOTS of steamy sex ~ Heavenly Good BooksThe relationship is loving and sweet as well as steamy and erotic ~ KarenMThe details effortlessly create images in the reader's mind ~ TripleAMommy25One of the better books I've read since Fifty Shades ~ Tanya HoangScorching hot...greater characters and even hotter lover scenes ~ Diana D
BUY LINKS (CHECK MY )Amazon US:...Amazon UK:ճܲԱ:&;:...
TEASERS
INFINITUS BILLIONAIRES
Amber Shepard Stacey Clifford Lea Je
Please email [email protected] with your shipping address. Please put "IMPULSE Share winner" in the subject.
3 WINNERS GETS A SIGNED COPY OF IMPULSETO ENTER, share this post (include one of the teaserpicturesbelow too) on FB and Twitter, and TAG MEFB-@ednahwaltersTwitter-@eb_waltersLeave links in the comment
IMPULSE (Infinitus Billionaire Book 1)
**This romance novel contains explicit contents and it's not advised for readers under 18** Impulse is stand alone book
He has tradition ingrained in him�
She lives for the moment�
Will they find a common ground?
Lex Fitzgerald is not your average billionaire. He leads a double life as the conscientious head of his family and the pleasure-seeking rogue who parties hard and pushes the limits in and out of the bedroom. His two worlds are about to collide because of one woman, Jillian Finnegan.
Lex needs a secret weapon to defeat a competitor and finds it in Jillian Finnegan. He has no intention of letting her potty mouth, her crazy lifestyle, or her eccentric family get in his way. So when he makes her an offer, he expects her to accept. However, sparks start to fly when Jillian gives him a counteroffer and dares him to refuse. Has Lex finally met his match?
Let the seduction begin.
PRAISE FOR IMPULSE:
Mystery, passion, loyalty and skin tingling sex... ~ Toni - Got Romance! Reviews
Lex and Jillian are hot , sizzling and panty dropping ~ K. M. Whittaker - Page FlipperzA steamy read with a great storyline ~ Susan McLean...a rich story woven into the details... ~ April R. Symes...mystery, family, danger and lots, LOTS of steamy sex ~ Heavenly Good BooksThe relationship is loving and sweet as well as steamy and erotic ~ KarenMThe details effortlessly create images in the reader's mind ~ TripleAMommy25One of the better books I've read since Fifty Shades ~ Tanya HoangScorching hot...greater characters and even hotter lover scenes ~ Diana D
BUY LINKS (CHECK MY )Amazon US:...Amazon UK:ճܲԱ:&;:...
TEASERS
INFINITUS BILLIONAIRES
January 2, 2015
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He has tradition ingrained in him�
She lives for the moment�
Will they find a common ground?
Lex Fitzgerald is not your average billionaire. He leads a double life as the conscientious head of his family and the pleasure-seeking rogue who parties hard and pushes the limits in and out of the bedroom. His two worlds are about to collide because of one woman, Jillian Finnegan.
Lex needs a secret weapon to defeat a competitor and finds it in Jillian Finnegan. He has no intention of letting her potty mouth, her crazy lifestyle, or her eccentric family get in his way. So when he makes her an offer, he expects her to accept. However, sparks start to fly when Jillian gives him a counteroffer and dares him to refuse. Has Lex finally met his match?
Let the seduction begin.
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He has tradition ingrained in him�
She lives for the moment�
Will they find a common ground?
Lex Fitzgerald is not your average billionaire. He leads a double life as the conscientious head of his family and the pleasure-seeking rogue who parties hard and pushes the limits in and out of the bedroom. His two worlds are about to collide because of one woman, Jillian Finnegan.
Lex needs a secret weapon to defeat a competitor and finds it in Jillian Finnegan. He has no intention of letting her potty mouth, her crazy lifestyle, or her eccentric family get in his way. So when he makes her an offer, he expects her to accept. However, sparks start to fly when Jillian gives him a counteroffer and dares him to refuse. Has Lex finally met his match?
Let the seduction begin.
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December 1, 2014
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Thanks tofor hosting this giveaway. Celebrate the Wonder of the Season with bloggers and authors. Visit all the blogs to see what they love most about the season and what's on their wish list.
I love this season period!!I love the lights and decorations. Even my neighbor's yard which usually looks like an ad for Christmas lights and music.Oh, and I love the cookies and eggnog.But best of all, I love to curl up in my bed with my kindle and get lost in the amazing world created by authors.
What do you like about Christmas?
WISH LIST (Two steamy romance and two YAparanormal romances)
I love How You Love Me by Bella Andre
Night Shift by Nalini Singh and Ilona Andrews
Refuge by Karen Lynch(Un)Bidden by Melissa Haag
I am giving away a $10 gift certificate from Amazon and an e-ARC of my next book, Impulse (Book 1 in the Infinitus Billionaire series-Eight men who play by their own rules and the women crazy enough to think they can change them)
He has tradition ingrained in him�
She lives for the moment�Will they find a common ground?
Lex Fitzgerald is not your average billionaire. He leads a double life as the conscientious head of his family and the pleasure-seeking rogue who parties hard and pushes the limits in and out of the bedroom. His two worlds are about to collide because of one woman, Jillian Finnegan.
Lex needs a secret weapon to defeat a competitor and finds it in Jillian Finnegan. He has no intention of letting her potty mouth, her crazy lifestyle, or her eccentric family get in his way. So when he makes her an offer, he expects her to accept. Jillian gives him a counteroffer and dares him to refuse.
Has Lex finally met his match?
Let the seduction begin.
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November 25, 2014
"Your body knows what it wants, what it craves."
Title: Slow BurnSeries: The Fitzgerald Family [Book1]Length: 290 PagesGenre: Contemporary Romance
TEASER
“Go home, Ron. It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. I want to go to bed.� When he opened his mouth, she added quickly, “alone.� Something flashed in his eyes. Pain? She couldn’t be sure. “I’m sorry. I just really need to be alone tonight.�
“Okay. I understand your need for privacy, so I’ll leave. But,� he paused until she was back looking at him, “I’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning.�
“Don’t. Please. I don’t need the complication of a relationship right now.�
“Too late, babe, because we’re having one.� He picked up his jacket, shrugged it on, then turned and flashed a grin at her. His hot gaze raked her body.
Ashley closed her eyes, as if that simple act could stop her body from greedily responding to the promise in his gaze. She must be jinxed or something. When she opened her eyes, Ron was staring at her with a triumphant grin on his face.
“Don’t come back, Ron. I don’t want you to.�
“You can’t get rid of me that easily, babe. I will not go away just because you order me to, so don’t.� He closed the gap between them, the grin disappearing from his face. When he stopped before her, he was so close his breath ruffled the strands of hair on her forehead. He lifted her chin until their gaze locked. A searing buzz of sexual heat flickered, then warmed the air.
“Don’t push me, Ron.� Her voice came out shaky. She hated that.
“I will until you accept the inevitable.� His voice was soft, but relentless. “You can say you don’t want me, but we both know it’s a lie. Your body knows what it wants, what it craves. Don’t fight me, Ashley, because when it comes to this,� he lowered his head and landed a possessive kiss on her lips, “I always win.�
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“Go home, Ron. It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. I want to go to bed.� When he opened his mouth, she added quickly, “alone.� Something flashed in his eyes. Pain? She couldn’t be sure. “I’m sorry. I just really need to be alone tonight.�
“Okay. I understand your need for privacy, so I’ll leave. But,� he paused until she was back looking at him, “I’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning.�
“Don’t. Please. I don’t need the complication of a relationship right now.�
“Too late, babe, because we’re having one.� He picked up his jacket, shrugged it on, then turned and flashed a grin at her. His hot gaze raked her body.
Ashley closed her eyes, as if that simple act could stop her body from greedily responding to the promise in his gaze. She must be jinxed or something. When she opened her eyes, Ron was staring at her with a triumphant grin on his face.
“Don’t come back, Ron. I don’t want you to.�
“You can’t get rid of me that easily, babe. I will not go away just because you order me to, so don’t.� He closed the gap between them, the grin disappearing from his face. When he stopped before her, he was so close his breath ruffled the strands of hair on her forehead. He lifted her chin until their gaze locked. A searing buzz of sexual heat flickered, then warmed the air.
“Don’t push me, Ron.� Her voice came out shaky. She hated that.
“I will until you accept the inevitable.� His voice was soft, but relentless. “You can say you don’t want me, but we both know it’s a lie. Your body knows what it wants, what it craves. Don’t fight me, Ashley, because when it comes to this,� he lowered his head and landed a possessive kiss on her lips, “I always win.�
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October 25, 2014
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Meanwhile, please spread the word about the boxed set of the first three Fitzgerald books.
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This boxed set contains three full-length, stand-alone novels:
SLOW BURN: Ashley Fitzgerald and Ron Noble's story MINE UNTIL DAWN: Jade Fitzgerald and Vince Knight's story KISS ME CRAZY: Baron Fitzgerald and Kara Michaels
Dangerously handsome millionaire playboy Ron Noble is hiding a deadly secret. Now someone else knows it and is leaving him clues, which leads him straight to Ashley Fitzgerald, the woman who has every reason to hate him and his family.
Gorgeous, but damaged millionaire and gallery owner Baron Fitzgerald plays by his own rules. He is unstoppable when he wants something and he always wins. Always. When his most valuable employee decides to quit, he offers her everything to make her stay, including a week in his bed at a secluded cottage. But his offer is just the beginning.
Arrogant investigative reporter Vince Knight lives dangerously. In fact, he craves danger and trouble always finds him. When he goes in search of a missing artifact, he finds a priceless gem—a woman he can’t have. Or can he?
ALSO IN THE SERIES:
(Book Four): Faith Fitzgerald's story (Book Five): Eddie Fitzgerald's story (Book Six): Chase Fitzgerald's story IMPULSIVE DESIRE (Book Seven-coming late 2014): Lex Fitzgerald's story
SLOW BURN is FREE on (Amazon and B&N are behind times on this, but I'll post the link and if you guys can ask to price match, they will).
If you haven't started this series, you don't know what you're missing. The books are in contemporary settings, The Fitzgeralds are full of hot, flawed guys who are protective of the women they love . Just remember to post a review (Pretty Please)
Meanwhile, please spread the word about the boxed set of the first three Fitzgerald books.
Only$0.99: Boxed set of the first three Books of the Fitzgerald Family Series
Discover the sexy bestselling Fitzgerald series by E. B. Walters
This boxed set contains three full-length, stand-alone novels:
SLOW BURN: Ashley Fitzgerald and Ron Noble's story MINE UNTIL DAWN: Jade Fitzgerald and Vince Knight's story KISS ME CRAZY: Baron Fitzgerald and Kara Michaels
Dangerously handsome millionaire playboy Ron Noble is hiding a deadly secret. Now someone else knows it and is leaving him clues, which leads him straight to Ashley Fitzgerald, the woman who has every reason to hate him and his family.
Gorgeous, but damaged millionaire and gallery owner Baron Fitzgerald plays by his own rules. He is unstoppable when he wants something and he always wins. Always. When his most valuable employee decides to quit, he offers her everything to make her stay, including a week in his bed at a secluded cottage. But his offer is just the beginning.
Arrogant investigative reporter Vince Knight lives dangerously. In fact, he craves danger and trouble always finds him. When he goes in search of a missing artifact, he finds a priceless gem—a woman he can’t have. Or can he?
ALSO IN THE SERIES:
(Book Four): Faith Fitzgerald's story (Book Five): Eddie Fitzgerald's story (Book Six): Chase Fitzgerald's story IMPULSIVE DESIRE (Book Seven-coming late 2014): Lex Fitzgerald's story
October 21, 2014
“Sorry, I sleep in the nude,�
Title: Surrender To TemptationSeries: The Fitzgerald Family [Book 6]Length: 262 PagesGenre: Contemporary Romance
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When she came back, she was wearing sexy lingerie designed to entice, but it wasn’t necessary when it came to them.
“Sorry, I sleep in the nude,� Chase said, removing his pants. He stretched out beside her, pulled her into his arms, and nuzzled her neck. “Take it off, Nikki. I want to feel your skin against mine.�
Without complaining about his arrogance, she sat up and removed the lingerie, her gorgeous body a feast for the eyes. She threw it to the foot of the bed.
“The thong too,� he added, lazily circling her nipple.
She chuckled, removed it, and slid into his arms. “You do know you are very demanding.�
“I want to be able to find you without unnecessary barriers.�
She half lay on his chest, her knee hitched up to cradle his placid manhood. “I don’t think a few flimsy clothes would stop you.�
He chuckled. “No, they wouldn’t.� He stoked her shoulder.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hand sliding up to stroke his hair. The movement was sensual, yet soothing. “I’m happy we did this. You are an amazing lover.� She spoke so softly, but he heard her.
“It takes two, babe.�
He woke her up in the morning with a kiss and made love to her again.
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When she came back, she was wearing sexy lingerie designed to entice, but it wasn’t necessary when it came to them.
“Sorry, I sleep in the nude,� Chase said, removing his pants. He stretched out beside her, pulled her into his arms, and nuzzled her neck. “Take it off, Nikki. I want to feel your skin against mine.�
Without complaining about his arrogance, she sat up and removed the lingerie, her gorgeous body a feast for the eyes. She threw it to the foot of the bed.
“The thong too,� he added, lazily circling her nipple.
She chuckled, removed it, and slid into his arms. “You do know you are very demanding.�
“I want to be able to find you without unnecessary barriers.�
She half lay on his chest, her knee hitched up to cradle his placid manhood. “I don’t think a few flimsy clothes would stop you.�
He chuckled. “No, they wouldn’t.� He stoked her shoulder.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hand sliding up to stroke his hair. The movement was sensual, yet soothing. “I’m happy we did this. You are an amazing lover.� She spoke so softly, but he heard her.
“It takes two, babe.�
He woke her up in the morning with a kiss and made love to her again.
