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Tuesday, 23 December, 2008
I'm rushing in and out to wish everyone a wonderful holiday full or warm and wonderful Christmas and Yule wishes. Hope your life is full of family, fun and holiday goodies of all kinds, including holiday magic.
I'm behind on baking and still need to get Christmas Bread, Pinolis and rosettes made.
Don't have a tight writing deadline at the moment, but remember, "Museums are Murder" will be out Jan. 7.Tali and Aiden tangle with a demon and a werewolf. It will be fun with a little romance thrown in the mix.
It’s less than a week until party time! Don’t forget to join in on the holiday party thrown by Eternal Press on December 21st. It’s taking place on our reader’s group all day Sunday. Here’s the link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders/
Santa’s coming to give away ten little stockings full of Eternal Press goodies!
Do you still have friends far away you need a gift for? Why pay those outrageous shipping prices these days when you can send an ebook instantly? Check out the new releases and holiday stories we have to offer at http://www.eternalpress.ca/
It's always such a pleasure when someone enjoys what you've written and has glowing words to share in a review. I'm very proud of the following I just received:
Forever Faith by Ginger Simpson
Review by Jaded at Bitten by Books (I earned five of those little headstones) Categories: Book Reviews, Paranormal, e-books *****
Faith Oliver is a young woman who has struggled with her weight all of her life. During her school years she was always picked last on teams, unnoticed by boys and avoided by the girls. Now at 28, she has never been on a real date and has only one person she calls her friend.
Suddenly, Faith starts dreaming of encounters with a handsome stranger. Each time she awakes, the dream seems so real that her dreams become more vibrant and enticing than her waking life. She begins to seek answers to the reason for her dreams, which begins a life changing journey into her past.
I loved this story. It was a very quick read with a delightful surprise twist. Faith is a character I could relate to and I applauded her for beginning the journey to interpret her dreams. I will definitely be looking for more from this author.
For a chance to win this special pack that includes:
"Where the Night Things Are",
"Sword of Anubis"
and "Shadow on the Crystal",
All you have to do is write the most imaginative responses.
Read the excerpt from the Shadow Runners below and add your versions of
Jaxxlar's responses in the spaces indicated.
Go on, try it. It'll be fun.
Dorrraan’s smile sharpened into a snarl. He turned the ornately carved gold ring on his right middle claw until the amber stone flashed the same gold fire as his eyes.“I will be watching.” He stared at the aliens, memorizing their strange features. “You will stay at The Guardhouse tonight. You are expected, and your accommodation has been paid for. Report to Goornagh by tomorrow’s first light.” He turned and walked around the statue, disappearing into the garden just as his assistants had earlier.
Jaxxlar and Ranger didn’t speak out loud until they were beyond the temple grounds. It felt as though Beta-Dorrraan’s guards watched them from every shadow.
“This is a suicide mission,” Ranger commented when they’d put enough distance between themselves and Dorrraan’s spies.
Jaxxlar huffed in disgust. “What choice do we have? Thanks to your little escapade on Ghee, we don’t have enough credits between us to buy an hour with a whore.”
Ranger stopped and stared at his partner. “I wasn’t the one who got us deported.”
“I didn’t start that fight.” Jaxxlar glared at him.
“Really.” Ranger folded his arms across his chest. “Then I suppose you accidentally jumped on that murrahm’s tail.”
“Well,” Jaxxlar gestured expansively. “It just happened to be right under where I wanted to walk.”
“Of course. And you couldn’t possibly have stepped over it, could you?”
“That murrahm plonked his tail down right under my foot on purpose.”
Ranger shook his head and walked on. “And that was when you were wearing your restrictor!”
Jaxxlar caught up and kept pace with him. “YOUR RESPONSE GOES HERE”
“That sure does fill me with confidence. Especially since you nearly jumped on a murrahm two minutes after we got here.”
“I did not.”
“You would have if I hadn’t pulled you back.”
“He was arrogant,” Jaxxlar huffed.
“They’re all arrogant. They’re murrahm.”
“YOUR RESPONSE GOES HERE”
“How very reassuring. Those were your exact words before you started the fight that landed us here.”
“I didn’t start that fight!”
Competition runs until December 31, 2008
Hey, what are you waiting for? You have the whole rest of the year to enter
The White Dress/anne Ireland/Eternal Press This is a paranormal short story that tells the story of a wedding dress and two girls, one who got to wear it and the other who didn't. It was written for Christmas but will come out in January 2009. Enjoy!
Lexie looked at the dress with a thrill of excitement. It was hanging in a dim corner of the charity shop—and it was exactly what she wanted. The kind of dress she had seen in her dreams. Made of beautiful old lace and fine silk, it had yellowed with age and had rents in the material where it had frayed. Part of the hem had come loose and needed repairing. ‘’Look,” she said, catching her mother’s arm. “Isn’t that just perfect?” “Lexie, no,’’ Mrs Hall said, looking at her in dismay. ‘’You can’t. You can’t wear that for your wedding to Ben. Whatever would he think?’’ “Ben knows I want an old-fashioned wedding. That’s why he is wearing his dress uniform.” “But there are plenty of pretty reproduction dresses. We saw some in that shop in London. We could go up next week and buy whatever you like.” Lexie wasn’t listening. The dress was calling to her, begging her to buy it. She knew she had to have it even if it wouldn’t clean up. “Do you think it is Regency, Mum?” She touched the dress with her fingertips, feeling a tingle right down to her spine. “Christmas wedding. I’ll wear silk Christmas roses in my hair and this dress…” “Lexie! I always knew you were quite mad—but if it is what you want, I know someone who might be able to make it look decent for you.” “Bless you,” Lexie said. “But I am going to do it myself.” She knew that if she managed to get the dress, she wouldn’t want it out of her sight for a moment. It was so beautiful and just perfect for her.
Hello Readers! Are you curling up and getting cozy for the winter? Wait. That sounds more like hibernating bears, doesn't it? (Actually it doesn't sound so bad to me. Just call me your favorite shut-in.)
But no, all of you busy, wonderful readers will be whiling away your time with work and family and friends and fun this winter, and every chance you get, you'll escape into a good book. You have a hundred and one gorgeous people to fall in love with and only a few precious moments of reading time. OF COURSE, I have to suggest one more romance to add to your winter feast.
And just think how warm you'll be, curling up with a hungry vampire...
REVENANT For twenty-five years, vampire Ellory Benedikt has resisted a psychic compulsion to return to the beach in Maine where his mortal life ended. Now he can no longer resist. He is appalled to find the source of the summons is a mere human unaware of her power over him.
Talisen Davies' only goal is to discover the fate of her hero, eighteenth-century sea captain Ellory Benedikt, who disappeared after his marriage to her distant ancestor. His story is the missing chapter in her late grandmother's labor of love, the family history.
With the New England vampires challenging his right to reclaim his territory, Ellory doesn't need a human poking into his past. But Talisen's broken heart depends on knowing what happened to her beloved captain. Ellory longs to be that man, but regrets the price she must pay to learn the truth--that her captain is alive, and a vampire.
An excerpt from REVENANT Another CD began to play, one of his own compositions this time. The first track was a piece he was especially proud of, a perfect blend of love and lust. He watched it weave its spell on Talisen, caressing her the way he ached to do. She wasn't even conscious of how her body sought the rhythm of the music, a rhythm born from all that lay within him.
Her voice was soft and husky."That's 'Midnight Sun.' It's my favorite of all your songs."
Ellory held out his hand."Talisen, will you honor me with a dance?"
She looked bemused, but nodded. He drew her up from her chair and led her into the center of the room. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he took her hand in his and pulled her close. He wanted her to feel him, relish his closeness, his music, the frank desire he allowed to show in his eyes. While he swayed her gently in an aimless circle, he sought to make it all conspire to enthrall her, but it was really the other way around. He never wanted to be free of her enchantment.
She drew back. Overwhelmed? Doubtless.
He checked her retreat with a gentle squeeze and shook his head. "Just a dance. Okay?"
She nodded and let him pull her still closer. He breathed in the scent of her hair, and with it, the scent of her fear. He could hear her heart catapulting inside her chest, her thoughts running in circles, her blood glutting every vein. He knew it was the unknown she feared. Talisen had enshrined her grandmother's safe and familiar image of the perfect man--her precious Captain--and added her own imaginings. Sweet secrets and dreams she kept all to herself.
Ellory ground his teeth together. Before he was done, she would whisper them to him, yield them up to him, one by one. If it was the last thing he did, he would fulfill each and every one.
It's Paranormal Day here at EP, the perfect opportunity to share with you some cool news on the publishing front. I have two sparkling new Esther May Morrow stories scheduled for release in early 2009, here at EP. They are Lot 62, a spy mystery set during a high class auction, and Fruitless, a contemporary spin on the Aladdin's lamp story. It's fair to say I'm addicted to this collection at the moment. Those of you who've read the debut anthology, Esther May Morrow's Buy or Borrow, will know that you can expect anything to happen after a visit to Esther May's gift shop. Time travel? Unlimited good luck? A life-altering glimpse of the universe? Each tailor-made to fit the individual customer's dilemma. What would you buy?
Julie Blalock is approaching thirty and has an unfulfilling job with an accountancy firm. But she also has a secret—she was once an MI6 Agent. A personal tragedy forced her to quit eight years ago, but a chance offer to return for a one-time op is too tempting to ignore. Her mission—to pose as a rich socialite at Sotheby's, to gain critical intelligence during the most anticipated high-class auction of the year—Esther May Morrow's sale of antique treasures, featuring Lot 62, a prize that has even the Ministry of Defence worried. What secrets will Julie discover on her impromptu return to espionage?
First Tuesday of December, which means that it's Fever Day here at the EP blog. Here's another excerpt from my five flames contemporary erotic romance, Ruby's Rules, guaranteed to get your juices flowing...!
Let me know what you think!
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Warmly, Lisabet
Blurb
Brilliant, beautiful and ruthless, Ruby Maxwell Chen heads the British business empire founded by her late father, tycoon Liu Shan Chen. She uses both her financial acumen and her sexual persuasiveness to turn every negotiation to her advantage. However, she may have met her match in Richard Martell, the charismatic CEO of an American high technology company, who challenges her claim to a chip fabrication plant in her native Malaysia.
Martell is as expert in the exercise of sexual power as she is, and just as willing to use his skills to advance his business objectives. He invites Ruby and her assistant Margaret to his enclave in Los Angeles, where the owner of the fabrication plant and his innocent daughter are enjoying a lengthy visit Ruby and Rick engage in an escalating contest of wits and of flesh that ultimately involves everyone around them, as each tries to make the other submit. Ultimately, there are some surprises in store for both of them, as they gradually recognize their mutual affinity, and the double-edged nature of power.
Excerpt – Adult
It hits me like a ten-ton lorry when I get to my room. Desire: intensely physical, wet, hungry, messy, uncontrolled desire. I somehow managed to stifle it during my conversation with Rick, but now it pounces, threatening to tear me apart. Without ceremony, I thrust my hand into my soaked panties, frantically kneading my swollen clit. In fifteen seconds I’m panting on the bed, shivering in the aftermath of my climax.
Now that that is over with, I can think more clearly. My lust simmers rather than boils. I turn off all the lights in the room, and open the blinds.
Rick’s room is across from mine; I realized this during his tour. His blinds are shut, but I can see his form silhouetted against them.
In the dark, I find my red satin nightgown and slip it over my head. The fabric slithers coolly over my still-heated flesh. It’s a simple garment, spaghetti straps, plunging neckline and sides slit to the top of my thighs.
Next, I remove the light bulb from the lamp by the bed and throw it into the wastebasket.
Finally, taking a deep breath, I press the button labeled “4” on the intercom panel.
“This is Raoul. Can I help you?”
“Hello, Raoul, this is Ruby. Sorry to bother you, but my reading light seems to be missing a bulb.”
“I’ll be there in a flash.”
For the next ninety seconds, I sit on the bed in the darkened room, watching my breath flow in and out, trying to calm my heart.
There’s a knock, and then a soft, Spanish-tinged voice. “Ruby?”
I stretch out on the bed, adjusting my position so that my hips swell provocatively under the crimson satin and the fabric parts to reveal my bare thigh. “Come in, Raoul.”
Turquoise reflections from the swimming pool outside are the only illumination. Still, I know that Raoul can see, well enough. There’s a sharp intake of breath as he takes in my attire and my posture. I pretend not to notice. “It’s that lamp, there on the night table.”
He leans over to fumble with the fixture. His naked forearm, furred with fine black hair, is inches from me. I catch a whiff of his sweat as I prop myself up on one arm, as if to supervise. I am beginning to enjoy myself.
My strap slips off my left shoulder. My left breast tumbles halfway into view. The handyman pretends to occupy himself with his task, screwing in the new bulb with exaggerated care. I can hear his accelerated breathing. I fancy I can hear his heart beating faster because of my proximity.
Finally he switches on the lamp. Warm light spills over the bed. “There you are,” he says, beginning to straighten. My hand on his arm stops him. He looks at me, hardly daring to believe what he reads in my face. Desire, and willingness. I run my fingers lightly down his forearm, just brushing the fur, sensing the muscles shifting under his skin. When my fingers find his, I grasp his hand, and slowly bring it to cover my exposed breast.
He gasps, but then takes advantage of the situation, cupping my warm flesh in his palm, lightly squeezing the nipple. “Thank you, Raoul,” I whisper. “I appreciate your prompt service.”
His confused lust arouses me. Nothing turns me on like a helpless, horny man. Sitting up, I slip off both straps and let the shimmering fabric slide down to my waist. He picks up his cue and begins to symmetrically massaging my other breast. He is skilled, his touch at once firm and gentle. He is rougher when he addresses himself to my swollen nipples, pinching them just the way I enjoy. I purr softly as his caresses awaken echoes in my sex.
“Lovely,” I sigh. Reaching out a finger, I run it along the length of his fly, testing the hardness beneath. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you took those off?”
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