Monthly Archives: July 2016

Cassie’s Birthday Wish-Lynn Chantale

It’s here! It’s finally here! I love release day! There’s always so much fanfare that goes into a new book. Cassie’s Birthday Wish came about from a conversation with a potential client. Since the client didn’t want the story, I kept it and released it as a 99 cent read for my readers.

Right now it’s available on Amazon, but I should have it up on Smashwords next week.

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Blurb:

Cassie loves Cole and cherishes her relationship with the sexy rancher, but her heart also yearns for, Seth, the ranch manager.

Cole has held Cassie’s heart for a very long time, and will do anything to keep her happy. But will a threesome with Seth be too much?

Mark your calendars, July 31 from 11:00a-11:30 CST I”m chatting with Michel Prince and Reana Malori. The two bestselling authors have a fantastic cover reveal and they’ve got some amazing authors lined up to celebrate. Here’s the Facebook link to Join in the fun.

https://www.facebook.com/events/1048296535224458/

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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Yay for Air Conditioning by Anna Lund

The unusual bout of hot weather we’ve been having lately has been keeping me indoors almost as much as the normally long, cold winters do. Curling up with a good book in the air conditioning this summer has been just as enjoyable as all those winters reading by the fire.

If you’re looking for a summer romance that’s hot enough you’ll be doubly glad of that air conditioner, check out Summer Lover.

It’s been getting some great customer reviews:

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Release Day! Rhonda Lee Carver

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Rhonda Lee Carver is the bestselling author of the series Second Chance Cowboys and the Cowboys of Nirvana. She has written more than 40 books and loves writing heroes who love to get their hands dirty and heroines who readers can relate to. Rhonda sprinkles her stories with a dash of reality, a teaspoon of heartbreak. a splattering of second chances and a heaping amount of romance.

From cowboys to military to lawmen to wolves…you’ll find your reason to fall in love.

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Summer is flying and I’m knocking out cowboys–not literally–but I’ve been hitting my keyboard fast and hard. I’m excited today because The Discreet Cowboy (#6, Cowboys of Nirvana) is available now! If you pre-ordered it, you should have it in your Kindle. If you didn’t, no worries. Grab it now! I’ll have the buy links below.

This story was one of my faves to write. Dade hit the dirt off a horse and was temporarily paralyzed. Docs told him he’d never walk again, but nothin’ keep a cowboy down. After grueling, long therapy, he’s walking again–but not quite as recovered as he’s hoped. Dade also has a few secrets that might shock you, or entice you, or maybe a bit of both. Warning: He’s the youngest cowboy I’ve written and the most naive.

 

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Here’s a snippet. Enjoy!

Starting for the hem of her shirt, she stopped. One horse moved away from the others at a slow trot.

Narrowing her eyes, she focused. Is that a man sitting on top?

She swallowed.

Dade sat in the saddle. He was far enough away that she couldn’t make out the details of his face, but she’d recognize the black hat and broad shoulders anywhere. So he traded in his wheels for hooves? Blowing out a long breath, she tapped the toe of her shoe in frustration. How had he found her? Couldn’t he take a hint? Angry that he ruined her moment of tranquility, she had half a mind to stomp across the field and tell him to go jump off a cliff—with a parachute, of course.

Telling him anything about her frustration wouldn’t work. He’d just play stupid and pretend it was only a coincidence that she saw him everywhere she went.

Well, so be it! She stomped onto the dock, the wood creaking under her feet.

She wouldn’t let him deter her from enjoying herself. In fact, she’d show him!

Dragging her tank over her head and dropping it, next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the cool breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored or chalked up to weather. There was something insanely erotic about standing in the open, partially naked, with a handsome stranger watching her. Yeah, he’s watching me alright. His hand came up and rubbed his jaw, and he shifted in the saddle. The horse pranced from foot to foot, then clawed at the ground. Did the mare sense Dade’s irritation…or tension?

Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d unleashed a fiery awareness inside of her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her nipples were now bunched and pressing against the lace of her bra, craving a hand or a mouth to put out the achiness.

Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through. A good cooling off was exactly what she needed to drench the desire. Taking a step, her knees weak and trembling, she stood at the edge of the dock, then jumped into the water with a splash.

A second later, she surfaced to the top, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. She hadn’t thought this idea through very well. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth chattered, and her toes were like ice cubes as she swam to the ladder of the deck. She climbed the rungs slowly as her blood started circulating again. Dripping wet and skin scattered with goosebumps, she hurried and pulled on her clothes in record time.

Feeling somewhat human again, she remembered why she’d done the stunt in the first place.

Scanning the field where Dade had been, he was gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.

Did he think she was completely out of control?

It didn’t matter what he thought.

Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.

“The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

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Cowboy radar–Rhonda Lee Carver

Have you ever been in a public place, see a handsome man and think to yourself…”wow, he’d make a great cover model.” That happens to me a lot and I sadly keep walking when all I want to do is stop, ask for his name and number. No, not for the reason you’re thinking. I want him to appear on the cover of one of my books. The other day, my wee one and I were walking in the park and I spotted the perfect ‘model’. Tall, built spectacular (I like my men more on the natural side, although I respect how much work it takes for buff models to get toned with no body fat), and strong–he was running up and down a big hill, over and over, sweating, slick…oh my. My radar triggered, the desire to ask him if he’d consider modeling was rolling through my brain, and he was right there…

There are several factors to consider here. One, how corny is it to walk up to a man and ask if he’d model for you? Reminds me of one of those Lifetime creepy movies where photographers approach attractive women and lure them back to a private spot for sinister acts. With that in mind, I’m 5’2, around 110. He was a good 6’2, weighing at least 200. Cross the perverted and sinister act off. Two, it takes an outgoing, brave soul to approach anyone and ask them such a question. I look around for a wife, girlfriend, lover, partner…anyone who’d think I was flirting. No one in sight. You’d never believe how many women/men refuse to let their partner model for a romance novel.

Okay, so I’ve talked myself into asking the guy. After all, he could say yes, or no. It’s a toss up.

I tell my wee one what I’m going to do and she freaks out. Suddenly I’ve moved from the cool mom box to the embarrassing mom box. What?!? Her face turns three shades of innocent red and she takes off at a run. And here’s the thing…the understanding that I have with my kids is that I’m their mom. Being embarrassed by me is part of life. I can’t help that anymore than I can control the weather. Just as they can’t help that they bug the shit out of me at times. But we still love each other. Amazingly so.

Out of respect for my kid, I walk on–well, actually run because she is about a half mile ahead of me at this point. It’s unbelievable how fast a kid can move with the right motivation. Dang! I just know he would have said yes!

 

Let’s talk hot cowboy, shall we?

Have you pre-ordered The Discreet Cowboy (Book 6, Cowboys of Nirvana) yet?

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Excerpt:

She hinged at the waist, wrapping her fingers around his wide girth and bending over him. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him and, just as she was about to suckle him between her lips, a knock came at the door.

Dade stiffened and she narrowed her eyes. “Go away,” she muttered.

Another heavy pounding came and the vase sitting on the table shook.

Felicia sat up, trepidation racing down her spine. She looked at Dade in curiosity, mouthing, “Who is it?”

He shrugged. “I’ll look.”

With disappointment, she unclutched his cock and watched him cross to the window. He looked as good going as he did coming. His ass was tight and squeezable.

“Oh fuck!” he whispered.

Her breath caught. “What?”

A pale, pasty color took the place of Dade’s normal olive complexion. “Chase is out there.”

“Oh shit!” She bounced off the bed and pulled the shirt around to cover her nudity. “What do we do?”

“We don’t answer the door like this.” He started for his jeans on the floor. She’d never seen a man slip into pants so quickly before. “You go to the bathroom and get dressed. I’ll take care of Chase.”

“Are you sure?” This could be World War Three getting ready to erupt.

He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Open up. I know you’re in there!” Chase yelled through the door.

“You’ll need this.” She slipped his shirt from her shoulders and handed it over. She moved toward the bathroom carrying her clothes when Dade caught her by the elbow and pulled her back. She looked up at him, confused. “Yes?”

“One more.” He kissed her on the lips. It was brief, but it told her they were on each other’s side when it came to Chase.

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Finding Balance-Lynn Chantale

One of the hardest things I do as a writer is to find balance. I either sit in front of the computer and write too much, as if, or stay in the house too much, or do other things outside the house. This is especially true when I’m on deadline.

So, to keep balance I use routine. Three days a week I make a point to go to the gym. Each week, unless something comes up, I learn how to get around the city by bus, I make a date with friends, and finally I spend a little time each day writing.

This helps to keep the creative juices rolling. There is a constant input of new information, and now that I know how to get to two different libraries, (one’s on the beach with a fantabulous view), there’s no shortage of places to write and socialize.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

 

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Bay Area Book Festival by Alice Gaines

On June 5, I took part in a panel discussion at the Bay Area Book Festival in Berkeley.  (Yes, that Berkeley.)  The second annual festival, and the first time they invited a bunch of romance writers to speak.  Only a little slow.  🙂

The gave us the fabulous subject Romance and Feminism:  From Bodice Rippers to Trailblazers.  Here’s our panel.  grouppic  In the back, Beth Barany (moderator) and Aya deLeon and in the front Moi, Kristin Miller, and Gail Carriger.

Although I adored the subject, I had to laugh a bit.  I started reading and writing romance in the heyday of bodice rippers, and I have a fewe books with covers to prove it.  The women in romance novels were always trailblazers–independent women with goals of their own who required their men to fit into their lives, not the other way around.  This is nothing new, but it’s nice to have the outside world notice.

I have to admit to some trepidation when I consider taking part in literary events other than those specifically about romance.  I’m always afraid someone is going to look down his nose (likely his, not hers) at what I write.  I expect questions like “Are you ever going to write a real book?” or “Romance is just porn for women, right?”

None of those things happened.  We had an overflow crowd with people standing in the hallway outside.  The audience was receptive and enthusiastic.  It was a fabulous experience.

goodpaneI decided to address the subject of feminism in historical romance.  It seemed an apt topic because in historicals our heroines live in societies where they had relatively little power and freedom.  But our heroines manage to stick up for themselves very well.  I mentioned my own historicals, which include such heroines as a professional orchid nurserywoman, a jewel thief, a wealthy American who wants to follow Darwin’s journeys around South American, and an American heiress who wants to sleep her way across Europe.  No shrinking violets these ladies.

Here I am holding up one of my bodice ripper covers.me and bookOverall, it was a fabulous experience, and if I’m asked to do it again next year, I’ll jump at the chance.  If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area, be sure to check out the book festival.

And by the way, I’ll have two releases next month, so I’ll be raffling off more of my handknitted items to someone on my mailing list.  Here’s one of the items:

IwristwarmersIf you’d like to enter to win these wrist warmers (and a couple of other things), visit my blog.  The form is on the front page.  http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com

 

 

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