Sunday, September 30, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

From my story "Laying the Foundation"  which can be found in Bigger Briefs "Reluctant Romance"


“I’ll put the final touches on this plan and send it to your contractor.” Chester closed his Mac, seemingly oblivious to Jesse’s advances.

He’s leaving. Quick—think of something.

“Do you have to go?”

“Why, is there something else?”  Chester was halfway to the front door.

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Welcome Kendall McKenna

I'd like to give a warm welcome to Kendall McKenna.   Let's find out more about her and her book "Waves Break My Fall."

1. How long have you been writing?

All my life. I know how cliché that sounds! A lot of authors say it, and it’s usually true. It probably goes hand in hand with the fact that I’m a reader, as well. My mother recognized while I was young that I was rapidly outgrowing my children’s books and bought me my first YA novel, a mystery similar to the Nancy Drew stories. I loved to read so much, it seemed to make sense that I try to write. It started off with silly poems and ridiculous short stories, until I had a teacher that made us journal. I found my creativity, I developed my basic skills, and most importantly, my teacher encouraged me. And I continued to write. I entered contests and competitions, and even wrote stories as gifts for family and friends.

Somewhere along the way, I let the voices in my head, and my mother’s very real one, convince me that it was too hard to make a living as a writer. I looked at my own work and decided I wasn’t good enough to be published. So, I went to college, got a job, and limited my writing to professional documents and manuals.

Until about five years ago.

I had begun to dabble once more in fanfiction and realized I really loved to write. I did so passionately. Friends introduced me to the m/m erotic romance genre being produced in e-book format by the indie e-presses, and I was in love. I felt called. I knew this was something I could and that I could do well. So, I set out to improve my writing and prepare myself for dealing with criticism. Several years, and several rejections later, Brothers In Arms was published. The rest is history.

2. What is your favorite genre to write?

At this moment, it’s m/m erotic romance. It’s my current passion and will most likely never completely wane because it is so closely linked to, and so closely resembles m/m fanfiction. I do have an idea for a couple of manage stories, and I would never say I won’t ever write m/f. But m/m is where my heart is at. I also love to read very graphic stories, so that’s naturally what I write. Will I ever try my hand at YA or a less graphic m/m romance? It’s very possible. But my first love is m/m erotic romance.

3. What are you working on now?

That is a three-pronged answer. Lee Tiffen, a friend of mine who is also a cover artist for Silver Publishing, asked me if I thought I could write a werewolf story. She loves shifters and I’ve always been partial to vampires. I’ve read a few paranormal stories with shifters and enjoyed them, I just haven’t yet made it a point to seek them out to read. But, my personal belief is that, if a writer is skilled enough, he or she can write anything well. We’re naturally going to have more enthusiasm for writing certain things, but I believed I could do a shifter story justice. What I ended up with was 90,000 words of Marine Corps werewolves. It’s currently in the first round editing stage with my beta reader, and will be ready for submission pretty soon.

I am currently putting the finishing touches on the sequel to Brothers In Arms. It’s nearly ready to go to the beta reader. There were so many requests to read more about one of my supporting characters, Corey Yarwood, that I’ve written an unplanned sequel. It’s not just another love story about another two men, either. Since BIA takes place in Iraq during a combat deployment, I made the new story, The Final Line, a spiritual sequel as well by bringing the action stateside and showing what happens to our veterans as they attempt to adjust.

And I’m currently doing research for a special submission I was asked to write. It involves an Ancient Vampire and an Ancient Warrior, who would rather make love than war. I’m setting it in Jerusalem during the last Crusade.

I’m busy!

4. When you start a new story do you begin with a character or plot?

Character. I’m a very character-centric person in all things. I am fascinated by good characters in the books I read and the movies and TV I watch. When I write, I start with a character or characters who have issues I want to explore or a journey I want to take them on. I build the story and the plot around where I want the characters to go or end up.

5. Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

My most recent release is called Waves Break My Fall. I was in Puerto Vallarta, which I love, and I thought it would be a fantastic place to fall in love. There was a special submission call for summer romances that incorporate the setting heavily into the story. I had these two characters running around in my head who needed their individual stories told, so I took them on their journeys by having them meet and stumble into love while on vacation in Mexico.

Kendall McKenna was born and raised in Southern California. As a tomboy, she preferred playing softball and riding horses to taking dance classes. An early love of reading eventually led to attempts at writing. Kendall’s first notable work of fiction was written at the worldly age of nine, and was a transformative work that expanded on the story told in a popular song of the time. She tried her hand at vampire and cowboy fiction, winning high school poetry and short story contests along the way. It wasn’t until she discovered the world of m/m erotic fiction and found her stride with cops, Marines, firearms, and muscle cars, that she felt inspired to share her stories with readers who enjoy the same things. Kendall still lives and works in Southern California. A non-conventional relationship has kept her happy for the last decade. Her four dogs enjoy it when she writes, since she sits still long enough for them to curl up around her, or even on her, if they can manage it.

Kage is a Marine, newly returned from Afghanistan and having difficulty adjusting to being home. He tries to decompress with a quiet, solo trip to Puerto Vallarta.

Zach is newly graduated from college and facing the realities of adulthood and beginning his new career. Their mutual attraction is immediate and intense. Zach is undemanding and seems to understand what Kage is going through. Kage has the physical strength that Zach desires, as well as the strength of character to let him be his own man.

Their summer vacation romance sizzles, but when the time arrives for Zach to return home, will either of them be willing--or able--to walk away?

Excerpt (adult):
The taxi pulled to the curb on the first block of the Malicon. Ahead stretched the five or six blocks of bars, restaurants, pharmacies, and knick-knack shops that comprised the central tourist area of Puerto Vallarta. Kage tossed a bunch of crumpled bills onto the front seat and climbed out. It was summer in Mexico, and the humid heat of Puerto Vallarta slammed into him like a wall, stealing his breath. Already, denim was sticking to his legs and he wished he'd worn shorts. His white tank top and sandals at least mitigated the heat.

Kage was looking for a specific type of bar for his night of drinking, and he'd know it when he saw it. As he made his way down the sidewalk, he struggled not to flinch each time he was jostled by innocent passersby. He reminded himself he was no longer in Afghanistan.

On one of the last blocks of the Malicon, he found a place that just felt right: Surf Shack. Kage snorted. The décor was straight out of a 1960's beach-blanket movie. Cartoon sea life was painted on the walls and decorative surfboards hung throughout.

He was about to step inside when a loud noise sounded from the beach across the street. It echoed along the street, bouncing off of the building fronts. Kage startled violently, ducking his head and shoulders, nearly dropping into a crouch. His body was already looking for cover even as his brain told him there was no real threat. Glancing around, it didn't seem anyone had noticed his strange behavior.

Inside, the music was typically loud. It roared over Kage, deafening him and thundering through his bones. He'd found just what he was looking for. A circular bar stood just to the right of the room. There was a small dance floor on the other side of the bar with a second dance floor up a split flight of stairs. A handful of customers sat around the bar, drinking quietly, and watching the dancers. It was perfect.

Kage took in his surroundings as he approached the bar. He marked both exits. He sized up all the drinkers and dismissed most of them as threats. There was one guy Kage decided to keep an eye on. He had an angry expression and a tense set to his shoulders that made him look like he might be belligerent when drunk. There was only one bartender and he looked friendly. The crowds on the dance floors looked happy and not aggressive. Kage rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the built-up tension.

Shouting over the music, he ordered a Pacifico. Kage had to unclench his hands to take out his money. He took the sweating bottle and moved to a bar-height table in the corner, leaning against it in what he hoped looked like a relaxed pose. He had all entrances and exits in sight, as well as the seething crowd itself. Halfway through his beer, he felt his muscles finally begin to release their tense hold on him. Kage ran his hand over his light brown hair. He'd let it grow out to some extent. He scratched at his cheek. The three-day growth of his beard was coarse under his nails. He was a week into thirty days of leave, and he'd told the grooming standard to go fuck itself. Kage knew he no longer resembled the Marine Gunnery Sergeant he was.

His second beer was icy in touch and taste. It was soothing. The ocean breeze couldn't reach him inside, so it was hotter in here than out on the street. Kage was already starting to sweat through the cotton of his tank top. Again, he wished he'd worn shorts.

Kage clasped the neck of his beer loosely in his fingers as he leaned his elbows on the table behind him. He could finally watch the mass of dancing people with interest instead of caution and distrust. It was an unfamiliar sensation, not having to constantly be on the lookout for danger.

Something on the mezzanine captured Kage's attention. The writhing crush of dancing bodies parted as he glimpsed a beautiful young man. Kage frowned and glanced around the bar again, looking closer at the occupants. Kage suddenly felt so fucking old. He was easily ten years older than everyone else here.

What the hell had possessed him to come here?

His eyes were drawn again to the guy on the upper dance floor. He seemed to be dancing with an entire group--the boys as well as the girls--rather than a single partner. He was lithe and graceful but unquestionably masculine. His shoulders and chest were broad, tapering into a trim waist and narrow hips. The thick muscles of his arms bunched and flexed with his every movement. Kage's cock shifted in his jeans, showing interest despite his brain's misgivings.

The guy's face was flushed with the heat and exertion of his dancing. He smiled broadly at his companions, showing off perfectly straight, white teeth. His dark hair caught the dim bar lighting and shone with burnished copper. Kage took a long drink of his beer and shifted his weight, trying to mask the way his dick pressed insistently against his zipper.

Just then, the guy glanced up from the woman who was shouting into his ear and looked right into Kage's eyes. When Kage didn't look away, the guy's grin grew into a wide smile.


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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Wednesday Brief


This week's prompt is: "Suffer the little...." or use one of the alternate prompts:

Use: three, hairy, billiard ball or "When can I see  you again?" or "He/she said what?" or
Use: scales, tradition, engine or use: dapper, dandelion, direct or "If I were you, I'd..."

 Pet Smart by Lily Sawyer

Usually Ben spent Saturdays doing chores around the house, or out in the garden pulling out the dandelion weeds.  That is, if Tom was at the firehouse working.  Ben did enjoy when his man was home and they could spend their days off together doing whatever their hearts desired.  Of course, many of those activities took place in their bedroom.

Were they there right now doing the horizontal tango?  No, here they both sat in the antiseptic smelling offices of the Lancaster Animal Hospital.  Tom held the cat carrier on his lap, while Ben tried to comfort Smokey.  Yes they’d named the kitten Tom had rescued in an abandoned house that burned to the ground Smokey.

It seemed a fitting name for a firefighter’s cat.

“I’m sorry, Ben. I know you’d rather be spending your time in a better place than a vet’s office.”

“Who said that?  I’m here with my man and our sick kitten son.” Ben didn’t think of himself as a cat person. He hadn’t grown up with pets; since his mother was allergic, he couldn’t have any.  Sure, he’d had many friends who had dogs and cats, but he never thought they’d have any of their own.

When Tom had brought that poor, pitiful-looking kitten home, how could he say no?  That had been a month ago; now that kitten had him and Tom wrapped around his little paw.

Recently they’d noticed Smokey hadn’t been eating, and he was sneezing, so they brought him to the vet.  Dr. Samantha Brooks was highly touted by their neighbor, Ross, who took his two labs here, and he highly recommended this place.

“Hello, gentlemen, what seems to be your kitten’s trouble?”  The doctor had a very warm and friendly demeanor. She put Ben at ease right away, and he hoped that Smokey would remain calm, too, during his exam. Tom had taken the cat out of the carrier and he was sitting on the stainless steel exam table.  He had a ‘what the hell is going on’ expression on his face.  He was a very friendly cat and didn’t make much of a fuss on the table.

“Smokey’sa rescue cat. I’m a firefighter and I found him in an abandoned home that was on fire.  He was checked out by one of the vets at the animal shelter and we’ve had him for a few weeks.  We recently noticed he hasn’t been eating well, and he’s been sneezing.” 

“I see. Well, let me check Smokey out.”  She checked his eyes and the inside of his mouth.   Then she took a stethoscope and checked his lungs. She took his temperature and then wrote some notes on a writing pad, inside a folder the receptionist had created for Smokey. 

“What’s wrong, Doc? Is Smokey going to be okay?”  Tom asked nervously.   Ben knew his man was usually strong ,but he could hear the concern in his voice.  Ben’s hand clasped Tom’s, and they both turned their attention to the doctor.

“I’d say that your kitten has a respiratory infection.  I’ll give you some antibiotics to give him that should clear up the infection.  You can bring him back next week for a follow-up.”   She wrote some more information into the folder. “He’ll be okay.”   They stopped at the reception desk to pick up the prescription and make an appointment for next week.  

“Whew, I was worried for a little while.  I’m so glad you’re going to be okay, Smokey.”  Ben leaned over and talked to Smokey who was in the cat carrier. They’d reached their car and Tom had put the carrier on the hood temporarily while he cleaned out some garbage from the backseat he’d forgotten to get rid of earlier.

“Aw, isn’t that a cute picture,”  a voice from behind them commented.

“Murphy.”   Frank Murphy was the pain in the ass that Tom had the misfortune to work with.  The man knew how to do his job, but he was far from being a good people person.  And he could never pass up getting in a good dig, usually at Tom’s expense.  “What brings you here?”

“Well, my golden retriever, Sam.”  He indicated the dog he had just brought out of the backseat of his car.  “He needs his rabies shot and heartworm medication.” 

“Well, what have you got here?”   Frank took a peek into the carrier.  “Aw, a kitten. Say, is that the same cat that was found in that abandoned house on Old Mill Lane?”

“Yeah, it was the only one that survived.”

“Well, I never thought of you as a cat person, you and the little woman here.”

“What did you just call me?”  Ben couldn’t contain his anger; he was about to confront the guy when Tom stepped in front of him.

“Look, Murphy.” Tom’s voice took on a menacing tone, the kind that would scare the bravest man.   “If I were you, I’d take my dog into that vet’s office and consider myself lucky that I don’t give you a fat lip.  No one calls my husband ‘the little woman’. He’s not a woman, he’s a man.  All man. And if I ever hear you calling him that again, I’ll deck you.  Then I’ll be talking to the captain about your homophobic attitude. You got that?”  Tom was right in Murphy’s face. The other man’s eyes were about to bulge out and you could see him visibly shaking.

“Y-yeah, I got it.  Come on Sam.”   Ben had never seen anyone move so fast; he was dragging the poor dog behind him.

The ride home was silent until they drove up into their driveway.  “I’m sorry for what that asshole said to you.”

Ben took Smokey into the house and Tom followed him inside.   Tom stood there, looking so sad.  “I’m sorry,” he repeated.  Ben grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss.  “My hero.” 


my fellow flashers
Nephylim     m/m
Michael Mandrake     m/m
Cia Nordwell  m/m
MA Church     m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes  m

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Welcome author Sharon Kleve

I'd like to welcome Sharon Kleve to my blog today.   Let's find out about her and her book "Klutzy Love."

1. How long have you been writing?
 I started writing two years ago and completed what I thought was going to be a New York Times Best Seller Paranormal Romance. After many rejections letters from New York Aaents I joined a local chapter of Romance Writers of America and got a greatly needed wake-up call. With alot of rewrites and support from my friends I've had three books published and I'm working on two more.
2. What is your favorite genre to write?
I've only written Paranormal Romance. My books are similar to Janet Evanovich's, Stephanie Plum, with and psychic kick. My heroine talks to animals.
3. What are you working on now?
Klutzy Love came out last week and my next book is called ,'St. Patrick with a Bite', which is book four of my books, 'The Corny Myers Series'.
4. When you start a new story do you begin with a character or plot?
 Plot, because I'm writing a series. I've taken one of Corny's friends, Brenda and made her a main caricature in one of my next books. She'll try and find out the secret her boyfriend has, using one of Corny's side-kick animals.
5. Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
 In my first two books Corny and Steve were already together, so I went back to the beginning and wrote how they met. Corny still has a lot to tell, which means I'll have many more stories to tell. I adore animals, all shapes and sizes and I guess I wish I really could talk to animals and have them understand me. As we speak, I have roughly 20 birds eating in my front yard and another 20 in the back.
Klutzy Love Synopsis:
Corny is a hot chick with a great job that she loves. All that changed in the blink of an eye when her boss had an accident involving an oversized rubber band. She’s still a hot chick, but her boss is dead.
Steve Spears is a seasoned narcotics cop who ends up wanting to strangle Corny on a regular basis. After finding out Corny’s dream of opening a pet detective business, he decides he doesn’t want a girlfriend who routinely puts herself in danger. That’s his job!
Corny misses Steve, but she’s getting on with her life. She decides to get a month’s worth of dating out of the way in a single night, by combining her three favorite things—men, food, and alcohol.
Steve’s big gun and cop’s intuition saves Corny’s life, but not from another trip to the emergency room. He makes Corny promise never to get hurt again—she agreed, but has her fingers crossed behind her back.
Klutzy Love Excerpt:
Corny doesn't want to lose Steve now that she’s having sex on a regular basis, but he decides he doesn’t want a girlfriend who is willing to put herself in danger. That’s his job!
Corny loses a clump of precious red hair and her face is a mangled colorful mess by the time Steve comes to the rescue.
Steve started a punch card for Corny's emergency room visits, visit nine times and the tenth one is free. He hopes she doesn’t fill it.
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Author of "The Corny Myers Series"
Book One, Flamingo Blues, Published December 2011
Book Two, Be Mine, Published February 2012
Book Three, Klutzy Love, Published August 2012
Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic Peninsula with her husband.
She loves romance. Loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in each other's arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily ever after they deservewith a few bumps and bruises along the way.
One of her favorite things to do is picking up a new book and sinking into the story, immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.
When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.
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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday


My six is from my book "Somebody to Love"

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“Sorry, I’m just nervous. I haven’t been on a date in a long time.” He took another sip of wine.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s not call this a date.  How about we’re two good friends enjoying a dinner together?”

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Welcome author Tim Smith

I'd like to welcome Tim Smith as a guest on my blog today.    Tim is featuring his book
 "Never Look Back."

“Never Look Back”

Today I’m celebrating the release of my new romantic spy thriller from eXtasy Books, Never Look Back. This is the second in the Nick Seven series I began last year with MemoriesDie Last but like all my series titles, it stands alone.

“Nick Seven and Felicia Hagens left the CIA to carve out an idyllic anonymous life in The Florida Keys. The last thing they wanted was to be used by their former employer as pawns in America’s war on terror. Nick and Felicia navigate a complex maze of intrigue and double-crosses while dealing with a rogue agent from their past who has a score to settle. When Felicia becomes part of the scheme the stakes get higher and more personal. Can Nick keep her out of harm’s way or will he finally be outwitted? Will Felicia stay with him or return to Barbados?”

People have asked me about these characters and why I chose the setting I did. When I conceived the series I needed a place for these former spies to hang out, somewhere colorful where anything could happen but nothing that had been overused. I had recently visited The Florida Keys and asked myself a question – “If I were a former CIA spook who wanted to hide in plain sight, where would I go? Key Largo.” For plot purposes its ideal – Miami is to the north, and Key West is a couple of hours south. A lot of action can take place on that hundred-mile stretch of islands.

Nick isn’t your typical spy guy action hero like you see on TV or in the movies. He isn’t married to his job like Gibbs on NCIS and he doesn’t ache to get back into the espionage game like Michael Weston on Burn Notice. Nor does he feel an unflagging loyalty to Queen and country like James Bond. Nick had enough and wants to stay the hell out of the game. Unfortunately his former employers have different ideas.

Every good adventure needs a sexy tough leading lady for the hero to bounce ideas and one-liners off of and Nick has Felicia, the Barbadian beauty he was once partnered with. He teasingly calls her “the toughest broad this side of the West Indies” but it’s no joke. She can kick ass with the best of them and the heat they generate between the sheets could melt the polar ice cap. Here’s an example:

Nick lay in bed trying to go to sleep, but after the evening’s events it wasn’t possible. He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a relaxing breath. He opened his eyes when he felt Felicia’s hand gently running along his chest. He raised his head and looked over at her. Her eyes were open and she stared at him.
He sat up and leaned against the headboard. A wisp of moonlight shone through the open curtains and highlighted her soft brown eyes.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
She slowly shook her head while moving her hand down his torso. “Nothin’ wrong. I just don’t feel like sleepin’.”
“Want to talk about it?”
She scooted over then kissed him. “Don’t feel like talkin’, either.” She paused. “You saved me tonight—again.”
He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “You’re worth it.”
Her hand moved further south. “Seein’ you show your tough side makes me hot.”
She leaned in and kissed a light trail along his cheek while her fingers roamed the back of his neck. “I just feel so close to you,” she whispered. “When all hell broke loose you didn’t hesitate. You wanted to make sure I didn’t get hurt.”
Nick peered into her eyes. They gave off a soft glow in the dimness. He felt something inside, a warmth and a longing to bond with Felicia in the most intimate way, to make her a part of him. He gave her a deep kiss and felt her breasts moving against his chest and her hand fondling him into hardness.
“I’m feeling pretty close to you, too,” he said.
Felicia slithered down his body and took his hard-on into her mouth. She lovingly sucked him while her hand squeezed and stroked. The fingers of her other hand raked his chest. Nick moaned softly as Felicia got him fully hard. He wanted to pull her to him but knew this was her seduction. He reached down to play with her nipple, tweaking it between his fingers until it was hard and puckered. Felicia purred and sucked him harder and deeper, working her throat down his length. She teasingly ran the tip of her tongue along his swollen head, making him jerk and pulse.
Nick’s breathing rate accelerated. “I love it when you do that.” He opened his eyes and looked at Felicia’s head bobbing up and down, increasing his excitement.
“Felicia, I need you,” he panted.
Felicia straddled him, grasped his cock and placed it at her wet opening. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself onto him. When he was completely imbedded inside her she stopped, panting softly. She placed her open palms on Nick’s chest and began riding him in a steady rhythm.
“So damn hard,” she whispered.

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Action and intrigue abound in Nick and Felicia’s world, whether they want it or not. In these stories I like to take the Alfred Hitchcock approach – when you least expect something to happen, it probably will:

Felicia covered her mouth to stifle a yawn. Nick placed his hand on hers and squeezed. “My angel looks tired. Want to go home?”
“Yeah.” She paused. “Thanks for makin’ me go out today. Made me feel better.”
“You’re welcome. I just wanted to cheer you up and get your mind off things.”
She reached over and caressed his cheek. “For a tough guy, you can be sensitive when you have to be.”
“Maybe I need to work on that.”
They left the club via the outdoor exit then walked to the parking lot out front. When they reached a dark spot Felicia suddenly stopped, pulled Nick’s face to hers then kissed him.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“Just because.” She stroked his brow. “You complainin’?”
“Of course not.”
Nick took her in his arms and kissed her again. He felt Felicia’s hands on his shoulders and got more into their passionate embrace. Felicia pulled him a bit lower while kissing him with more intensity.
Their intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of rapid gunfire and bullets hitting the building behind them. Nick looked in wide-eyed terror in the direction the shots were coming from, then shoved Felicia to the ground. He collapsed on top of her and hugged her tightly, keeping his head down. There was a brief lull and then the shooting started again. Chunks of plaster landed on Nick’s back. After another minute the shooting stopped. Nick heard sirens approaching, followed by the sound of a car peeling rubber as it left the parking lot.
Nick got to his feet and sprinted toward the exit but only saw a dark compact car speeding north on U.S. 1. He ran back to Felicia and helped her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” he frantically asked.
Felicia took deep breaths and nodded. “Okay.”

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Now that you’ve seen the trailer, read the full story. If you suddenly find yourself thirsting for a Pina Colada or wanting to take a siesta under the palms, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author whose books range from romantic mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. His website is

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Monday, September 17, 2012

Welcome author Carrie Pulkinen

I want to welcome Carrie Pulkinen to my blog today. Let's find out more about her and her book "Reawakened"

1. How long have you been writing?
My first book was published in 2010, but I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I think I knew I loved it by junior high, when I wrote a column about my school happenings for our local newspaper.

2. What is your favorite genre to write?
Right now, I adore paranormal romance. I may branch out into other genres someday, though.
3. What are you working on now?
I've got two works in progress going right now. Both deal with shifters.
4. When you start a new story do you begin with a character or plot?
Most of the time, I start with characters. I'll have a general idea of how I want the story to go, but the characters are the ones that drive it.
5. Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
Reawakened is my fourth book to be published, but it was actually the first complete novel I ever wrote. It started with an idea I had for a conversation between a mom and her adult daughter, where the daughter tells her mom that her mom's boyfriend is a vampire. I wrote that scene, then decided to see if I could write an entire novel based on it. Six weeks later, my first draft was complete!


Reawakened by Carrie Pulkinen

Her magic has been reawakened. But will her heart let her follow her destiny?

Jules Hume lives in a world where magic is a myth and supernatural creatures are fiction. Or so she thinks. Her boyfriend Ian would have to disagree. When Jules discovers the man of her dreams is not only a vampire, but a vampire king who’s tasked with saving the world from a demon attack, life as she knows it ends. Can she accept her fate and take her place by Ian's side as ruler of the paranormal world? Or will she close her mind and her heart to the chance at love and adventure?


He kissed me passionately, parting my lips with his tongue, tasting me, exploring me until my head was spinning and I had to come up for air. He leaned his forehead against mine and traced my lips with his finger. "I love you, Juliann…Now, let me help you dress."
Before I could say any more, my shirt was on the floor, and he was working on my pants. He easily slipped them down over my legs, and I stepped out, heading to my suitcase to get a strapless bra. Good thing I'd packed one. Ian put his hands on my shoulders and examined the back of my bra.
"This is not so difficult. He undid the hooks and slid the straps over my shoulders. "I'm a fast learner." He grinned and held out his hand for the strapless one, so I gave it to him. He wrapped it around me, hooking it in the back.
"I really do know how to dress myself," I said. He turned me around to face him.
"But, I enjoy helping you so much." He ran his finger along the top edge of my bra. "I like to pamper you."
"Okay then. Pamper away." That made him smile. He had such a striking smile. Actually, everything about him was beautiful. And he made me feel beautiful.
He carefully took the dress from the bed and held it out for me to step into. Then he laced up the back and tied it.
"Well, what do you think?" I spun around.
"It's perfect. You are perfect."
I looked in the mirror, and it was a stunning dress. I was supposed to be a queen, but in that dress, I felt like a princess.
"It's missing something, though." He grinned and held out a little burgundy box. I opened it and found a spectacular diamond encrusted hair comb. It looked very old, but it was exquisite and strangely familiar at the same time.
"Oh, Ian this must have cost a fortune."
"It did." He shrugged. "A very long time ago. It is yours."
I took it out of the box to get a better look. "I love it; it's so beautiful. I feel like I've seen it before, though. Why is it so familiar?"
He took the comb and carefully put it in my hair. I turned to look in the mirror, and it was perfect. The diamonds caught the light just right and sparkled in a million colors.
"It was my gift to you," he said as he held me from behind, and we admired it in the mirror. "You wore it on our wedding day."
"I…you…kept it? For this long? Oh, Ian!" I turned to him, buried my face in his chest, and cried. I wasn't usually an overly emotional person. Really. But, Ian tended to have that effect on me. And, he kept my hair comb for a thousand years. My heart filled with joy.
"Did I do something to upset you, my Jewel?"
"No." I sobbed. "I'm just so happy. You just…you're amazing, Ian. I love you so much."
He held me close and whispered softly in my ear. "Shh…Come, my love. Do not cry. We will never be apart again. I am nothing without you."
We stood there in each other's arms as I got my emotions under control. So much love filled me, it felt like my heart was going to burst. It almost hurt. I looked at him, tracing my finger along his jaw line and across his lips. Then he playfully bit my finger and sucked on the tip as I pulled it out of his mouth. I smiled and kissed him.
"Just let me go freshen up a little bit; then we can leave. Okay?" The sun had set, so I wasn't worried about him getting sick any more. I supposed my blood did energize him. I briefly considered telling him about my new ability, but I got distracted with my makeup and forgot about it.
I freshened up my lipstick and added some extra eye shadow and blush to go with the dress. Ian waited patiently for me in the bedroom, finally allowing me to do something for myself. Not that I minded all the pampering. That was definitely something I could've gotten used to. Makeup application just wasn't his thing.
When I came out of the bathroom, he held out his arm to me in an elegant gesture. "Shall we? We must get to the Summit early to ensure your safety."
I took his arm, but paused when he mentioned my safety. "What's going to happen tonight? I'm scared."
He turned to face me and kissed my forehead. "I will keep you safe. Do not worry about that. As for what will happen tonight…I'm sure everyone will be as enamored of you as I am."
"Right," I mumbled as he escorted me out the door.

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Carrie Pulkinen has always been fascinated with the paranormal. Of course, when you grow up next door to a cemetery, the dead (and the undead) are hard to ignore. Pair that with her passion for writing and her father's insatiable love for monster movies, and you've got the perfect recipe for an exciting storyteller. 

Carrie spent the first part of her professional life as a high school journalism and yearbook teacher. Now she's able to channel her love of the English language into stories of amazing sex with devilishly handsome men. In her free time, Carrie likes to read, take pictures, and play with her kids. She invites you to contact her at, or visit her on Facebook at