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Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Every time I think I have Parkes figured out, she imagines a story that is purely different from what I expected. #teaserTuesday posters from An Unusual Vacation @evernightpub
Rating: four and a half stars
Reviewer: Alberta
Review: Manic Readers
Every time I think I have Parkes figured out, she imagines a story that is purely different from what I expected. Dominic is bored with his life & lack of love. He takes his father’s yacht on a solitary cruise for a month, thinking to decide how he wants to spend the rest of his life.
The following teaser is erotic and the book is 18+ romantic suspense
4 and a half stars from Manic Readers
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/an-unusual-vacation-by-elodie-parkes/
http://www.bookstrand.com/an-unusual-vacation-mf
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-anunusualvacation-1915632-149.html
http://www.amazon.com/Unusual-Vacation-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B017AL884Q
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Unusual-Vacation-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B017AL884Q
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab his attention.
Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the gallery—more like on business.
As the two of them fall into a hot romance, Dominic is sure Michelle could be ‘the one,’ but Michelle is filled with doubt when she considers how he might react to discovering her secrets.
When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
Monday, January 4, 2016
Naturally Yours from guest #romance author Adele Downs
BOOK INFORMATION
Title – Naturally Yours
Author – Adele Downs
Genre – Contemporary Romance
Publication Date – October 7th, 2014
Length (Pages/# Words) – 26,000 Words
Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group
Paramedic Mickey Kendall hasn’t slept a full night since his return from Iraq. He rescues victims by day and protects the innocent after dark. Mickey doesn’t do it for glory; he wants absolution, not admiration. He lives by the rule: No personal contact after a rescue. That code meets the ultimate test when Mickey saves a child’s life on a roadside and declines the parents’ invitation to dinner at their upscale restaurant.
Master chef Amanda Greer lives by the principle that delicious food and good company build bridges. When she learns Mickey has refused her partners’ hospitality, she persuades him to change his mind. On the night the handsome paramedic visits her restaurant, Amanda joins him at his table, and their unexpected chemistry leads to a passionate kiss.
In Amanda’s arms, Mickey finds relief from the stressors that haunt him, but resists falling in love. When Amanda challenges him to confront his demons and accept the love she offers, Mickey arrives at a crossroad. The war-weary paramedic must face a different kind of battle to claim the woman who reignites his passion for living and revives his wounded heart.
EXCERPT
(Book is rated PG-13. Sensual, but not explicit.)
“They called you a hero in the press.” Her dark lashes lowered and lifted and she smiled at him with admiration shining in her eyes. “They were right, of course. What you did for Jack can never be repaid.”
Mickey winced at the hero reference. “I hate to disappoint you, but I only did what I’m trained to do.”
Amanda made sounds of disagreement low in her throat. “Elena told me at least a hundred and fifty cars passed her on the highway. Every one of them ignored her cries for help. Of all those people, don’t you think one might have been medically trained? Or at least cared enough to respond? No. You stopped. Only you.”
Oh. He hadn’t thought of that.
She pointed a finger at his chest. “There’s a difference between you and other people. There’s no other way to explain what happened on that roadway. Elena is convinced you’re special, and I never doubt her perceptions. That’s another reason why I wanted to meet you.”
Mickey stared into Amanda’s eyes and her pupils dilated. Her lips parted, ever so slightly, as if to welcome a kiss. Her tongue touched the inside of her bottom lip and disappeared. Mickey knew then, she felt it too. Synergy. Chemistry. An attraction so powerful it turned kinetic on contact.
Some called it love at first sight.
Amanda. Even her name was beautiful.
She took a sip of her drink and he watched her mouth and throat work the liquid. When she set down the tumbler, she wiped a droplet from the corner of her mouth with a trimmed, unpolished fingertip. Mickey wished he could have swiped the bead away with his tongue.
Amanda leaned closer and pressed a hand to his wrist. “Trained or not, you were the only stranger on that highway who had a heart.”
Mickey laid his hand over hers and she let him keep it there. Until now, he wasn’t sure he still had a heart. His had been chipped away, piece by piece, like a block of ice since the war. He’d considered it long gone, with his soul. In mere minutes, what was left had thawed in the center, leaving him raw and exposed.
Amanda continued to speak; clearly unaware she’d stripped away another layer. “I love Jack like he’s my own son. He’s a terrific kid. I’ve helped take care of him since the day the Martins and I started this restaurant. When you saved him, you saved us all.” Amanda leaned in and pressed a quick, sweet kiss against Mickey’s jaw.
Their gazes locked when she sat back in her chair. The gravity of her words and her straightforward kiss humbled him into speechlessness. He’d been thanked many times before, but this woman had gotten to him like no one else. He squeezed her hand and then downed the rest of his drink. Amanda took another sip of hers and set the glass on the table before retreating into silence. She turned the tumbler slowly in her hands.
Mickey looked back at her and tapped two fingers against the menu’s leather cover. “Nothing here is what I expected.”
Amanda returned a quiet smile, either assuming he meant food choices, or pretending he had. She tucked her arms beneath her breasts and leaned forward against the edge of the table, lifting perfect white swells above the neckline of her red blouse. “Organic means untouched by artificiality. Grown and consumed in its natural state. We eat only healthy foods unspoiled by chemicals, preservatives, hormones, steroids, antibiotics, and genetically modified seeds or cells. Pure.”
Pure. Mickey gazed at the stunning woman by his side and sensed that was true for her, too. The texture of her skin looked smooth as cream and welcoming to the touch. He longed to run his hands along her thighs, imagining sleek roads leading to heaven at their apex. “I like the sound of that.” The way she looked back at him while he studied her face made him wonder if she’d read his mind.
The one that had gone dirty.
AUTHOR BIO
Adele Downs writes contemporary romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and Caribbean.
Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as a past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report), the trade journal of Romance Writers of America, and has presented workshops for writers.
When Adele isn’t working on her current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book on the nearest beach.
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Saturday, January 2, 2016
7 days, 7 books #erotic #contemporaryromance from @HotInkBooks .99 cents each #teaser The Flower Box
18+ stories
from Hot Ink Press
Teaser from The Flower Box
Oliver went back to his wheelbarrow behind the hedge and
took a broom from it. He swept the crumbs from the bread Alice fed the swan
into the pond. It wasn’t good to get the bird out of the water too much. That’s
why it was alone now. Its mate had been killed. Oliver shook his head. Human
beings could be incredibly cruel. He didn’t understand it.
He’d finished work down that end of the park and walked back
to the gardeners’ sheds past the café. It would soon be dusk. The days were
still short that time of year and Oliver packed up his tools. He shouted a
goodnight to a colleague as he left the sheds and strode off to the exit. That
day wasn’t the happiest for Oliver. He just had enough time to buy flowers and
put them on his mom’s grave in the almost adjacent cemetery.
Ten years had passed. He put flowers on her grave only every
month now on the fifth. He hardly ever saw his dad since he got remarried and
moved. That was okay. Oliver and his dad didn’t see eye to eye on most things.
His dad told him he was wasting a good brain and should get back to college to
finish his degrees. Oliver liked what he did. He was past wanting to be a
dentist. As he reached the corner of the street, Oliver stopped walking
abruptly in surprise. An empty space greeted him where the flower stand usually
was that sold flowers to people going into the cemetery. Two people behind him
on the sidewalk had to stop too and he apologized.
“Sorry, sorry I was just surprised to see the flower stand
gone.”
The couple smiled and walked on. Oliver put his hands in his
jacket pockets and turned back to walk to the end of the block where he thought
he might have seen a flower shop as he drove down that street. If he hurried,
he might still catch the last of the daylight. He considered dashing back to
his car in the employees’ parking lot and driving there, but hurried on knowing
he might not get a parking spot on the busy street where he only vaguely
remembered a flower shop.
It started to rain heavily just as he arrived at the shop
and rushed in through the doors. He looked around. This place was different
from the flower stand. The flowers were in huge colored plastic containers and
not already arranged in gaudy cellophane packs. He tried picking up a bunch of
bright yellow and orange flowers. Oliver knew they would be expensive. He
couldn’t get hold of a bunch and realized the flowers were single stems. He
joined the short line-up, knowing he’d have to be served.
He ran his hand through his dark hair to take the wet bits
from his forehead. The people in front moved aside and Oliver was face to face
with the young woman he’d watched talk to the swan.
She smiled at him.
“Hi, how can I help you?”
Oliver didn’t speak for a few seconds, as he registered that
with no trouble at all he’d found where the girl worked. He smiled then.
“I need a bunch of flowers. The orange and yellow ones are
good.” He gestured at them.
Alice went around the end of the counter to the container.
“How many blooms, Sir?” She deftly took four out and held
them for him to see. “Hand tied?”
Oliver watched her. She’s
pretty, much prettier close up than I’d realized. Why is she single?
“Six, seven…sure, hand tied,” he answered her question, as
he took his wallet from his back pocket.
Alice carried the flowers back to the counter, tied the
bunch, and told him the price.
Oliver took the flowers and handed her money
with the other hand. He glanced back at the daylight through the glass front
door. He needed to hurry. He didn’t wait for the few cents change. He left the
shop. He walked at a rapid pace on his long legs. People walking in the
opposite direction moved aside as they saw him coming. The rain was steady and
dripped down the collar of his jacket. Oliver sheltered the bunch of flowers a
little with his body.
At the cemetery, the path lights were on. Daylight was about
gone. Oliver sprinted over the manicured lawn to the last row of graves. He put
the flowers in the marble vase attached to the headstone. It had collected
rainwater.
“Hi Mom, nearly didn’t get here before dark.” He stood for a
few seconds looking at the flowers and then left. He walked more slowly to the
park workers’ car lot. The entrance there was never closed. A chain that could
reach from one post to another on either side of the entrance lay coiled by one
of them. No one cared to, or had the task to pull it across, and block the
entrance off after dark. As he reached his car he had a plan to give the pretty
girl in the flower shop Valentine gifts.
Copyright Elodie Parkes , Hot Ink Press
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