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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors


Happy Valentine's Day and welcome to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors, your chance to sample the work of a talented group of authors. Once you finish here you can find more samples at:
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Here's a blurb.

Blurb:
 Susan English can’t stand Robin Lanford! She’s so full of herself she irritates everyone on the faculty of Fairfield High. When Robin bets Susan fifty dollars that she can’t get a date with Kurt Deveraux, the head football coach, Susan jumps at the chance to put the little heifer in her place. She had no idea that teaching Robin a lesson would irrevocably change her life, strain treasured friendships, and throw two families into chaos.

Last week Kurt had just told his friend Jason that Susan English gave him a compliment in the faculty lounge, and Jason asked him if he still thought Susan was hot, and we found out Kurt had starting seeing Aleisha Childs. Kurt speaks first.

EXCERPT

"I like Aleisha, but Susan can put her in the shade. And before you ask, I have no idea if Aleisha and I are serious about each other.”

Jason picked up the tea pitcher and refilled Kurt’s glass. “You don’t have to tell me you like Susan’s looks. I’ve seen the way you stare at her when you think nobody’s watching. Especially her legs. You’ve always noticed a woman’s legs.”

Kurt cursed his fair skin as his face burned. “I think she’s a classy, elegant woman, and you’re right about her legs. They’re slender and about a mile long.” 

Buy link:http://amzn.to/1NDgnrg 
 

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Wicked Steps

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Title: Wicked Steps
Author: Cory Cyr
Genre: Erotic Adult Romance
Release Date: April 2016
Strong language, explicit sexual situations, M/F. F/F. 18+ If anyone had asked ten years ago, I never would have imagined I’d be a thirty-five-year-old widow today. I could tell you I married Hartman Wick out of love, but it’s complicated. We were friends. He was dying. And he needed me. He also made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Of course, I agreed with the very best of intentions. But we all know what the road to hell is paved with. All I ever dreamed of was owning my own gallery. A place where my best friend and I could introduce the masses to inspiring and new artists. Hartman promised me the deed to the gallery, wealth, and security for the rest of my life. 
Instead, I find myself in a war with his estranged son Kieran—my stepson and one of the most prolific painters, known for his erotic shock art. He’s been plotting revenge against his father for years, and now that Daddy’s dead, he’s seized the opportunity. Between the constant battles, heated exchanges, and threats of blackmail, I find myself inexplicitly drawn to this twenty-four-year old. He’s beautiful, seductive, arrogant, and evil. Not only is he a gifted artist, but he’s certainly inherited some of his father’s more unsavory traits. He truly is a Wick. But then he takes things too far and pushes me to my breaking point. I’ve had enough. In retaliation, I make a plan. And I almost feel sorry for him—almost. I’m sure, even as a child, he was never read a single fairy tale. Poor bastard. He has no idea how truly wicked a stepmother can be.

 
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Friday, February 12, 2016

Saturday Sample: The Captain and the Cheerleader


Blurb:
Susan English can’t stand Robin Lanford! She’s so full of herself she irritates everyone on the faculty of Fairfield High. When Robin bets Susan fifty dollars that she can’t get a date with Kurt Deveraux, the head football coach, Susan jumps at the chance to put the little heifer in her place. She had no idea that teaching Robin a lesson would irrevocably change her life, strain treasured friendships, and throw two families into chaos.  


Susan got her date by giving him a football play developed by her father a former football coach. He called and invited her to a party. In this excerpt he has arrived to pick her up.


Kurt parked in front of Susan’s house and paused for a look before he got out of the car. Her small home was made of red brick just like most of the other houses in the well-maintained neighborhood. Judging by the style, the house had probably been built in the late fifties or early sixties.

But after she admitted him, the interior looked nothing like he had expected. She had removed some interior walls to create an open floor plan, and the back side of the house had big, new windows that would let in lots of light. The skylight was awesome. If you turned off the lights, you’d be able to see the stars shining against the night sky. Susan had decorated the house in soothing neutrals, but splashes of red scattered around the room kept the decor from looking bland.

This open, airy space looked nothing like his small, cramped bachelor apartment furnished with his mother’s castoff furniture. “This is a great house, Susan.”

She beamed at him. “Thanks. I did most of the design myself, but my brother and my dad helped do the actual remodeling.”

“So they live around here?” asked Kurt as Susan indicated he should take a seat on the sofa.

She nodded. “My parents live just outside town on the old Whitaker place. They bought it a few years ago after they moved here from Arizona.”

“Did you grow up in Arizona?”


The faint scent of flowers drifted toward Kurt when she sat down beside him. “Yes, but I bragged so much about Fairfield, Mom and Dad decided to pull up stakes and move here themselves. I was thrilled to have them nearby. I wouldn’t have left Arizona if I could have found the right job there, but I had a mental picture in mind, and I found it here.”

“I’m glad you did,” he said. 

Susan smiled again and made his heart beat a little faster. Man, she was pretty! Her honey blonde hair gleamed under the overhead lights. She wore it short, and it looked so cute with the ends turned under. Was she wearing contacts? If not, she had the most vivid blue eyes he’d ever seen. What word would describe her skin? Maybe velvet would do. Yeah, velvet the color of the palest pink in a seashell. She was tall too, maybe five nine, with great legs and a bottom that had the sexiest curve he had seen in a long time. 

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Fashionista Friday

Please scroll on down after you look at today's Fashionista Friday. I have three wonderful guests who'd like to tell you about their books.


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Cutout top
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Knit jacket
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Helmut Lang black stretch pants
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Prada black tote bag
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Circular sunglasses
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Fat and Fine

Fat & Fine

Big & Beautiful series, book 5

by Mary E. Thompson

New Release - will be available February 23 (preorder links are live)



Blurb:
After her ex insults her and breaks up with her, Sam is determined to show him exactly what he missed out on. Sam's hurt, but Sam's no push over. She's equally mad, too. And determined to make him eat his words.

Questioning if any man will ever look at her like she's beautiful, Sam joins a local gym. She's led around by Brady, the gym's owner, and is more than a little intimidated by him. His intensity scares her, but something about him intrigues her more than she cares to admit.

When Brady defends Sam and tells her she's beautiful, she struggles to accept his words.

As Sam works to figure out who she is, and what she really wants to do with her career and life, Brady's strong and silent presence builds her confidence. Until Brady dismisses her, making her think he's just as bad as her ex. And that she'll never find someone who truly cares for her.

Excerpt:
Are you okay? he finally asked.
I nodded, unable to speak around the massive lump in my throat and the tears stinging my eyes. I knew it I said anything I would lose it.
Do you want to go?
I nodded again, anxious to get away from so many prying eyes. They might be acting nice, but sharing my most humiliating moment with hundreds of strangers was not my idea of a fun evening.
Brady picked up our stuff, carrying the drinks hed bought us, the blanket, and our picnic basket. I focused on getting the hell out of there.
When we got to his Jeep Brady threw everything in the back while I climbed in, ashamed and shocked. For a fleeting second I wondered if I should be afraid of Brady, but I knew that was crazy. Brady wasnt dangerous, not to me. If he hadnt stood up for me I would have questioned why I was with him. Instead he took out Cade with one swing and Id never have to deal with him again.
Brady got in the car and turned the key, cranking up the air conditioning, then turned in his seat. Come here, he said, pulling me to him.
The center console dug into my side, but I didnt care. Bradys arms closed around me and I lost it. Everything Id hid, all the fears Id buried, all the shame Id felt, all the anger Id carried all of it poured out.
I sobbed against his strong chest, my tears soaking through his shirt. His hands rubbed up and down my back and his heart beat a steady rhythm under my ear. I let out everything Id been holding in for weeks. I hiccuped my breath and kept crying, unable to stop once Id started.
Brady was my rock. He held me as close as he could. He was turned at an odd angle and I knew his back had to be killing him. I tried to pull back but he wouldnt let me, keeping my face against his chest. He had my head tucked under his chin and he kissed my hair, whispering kind words as I cried.
When I could breathe again I eased back. Brady let me but didnt let go of me. I couldnt face him. I looked down, keeping my eyes from his, unsure and afraid of what Id find there.

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Author Bio:
Mary E Thompson grew up loving to read, spending many night hiding under the covers with a flashlight to finish a book. As an adult she still stays up too late, but doesnt need a flashlight anymore thanks to her ereader.
When Marys not reading shes playing with her two kids or living out her real life romance with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, Buffalo sports teams, and wine, lots of wine.

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Character Interview:
Nickname - Sam
Job - Photographer
Level of schooling - BFA in Photography
Birthdate - May 1
Birthplace - Buffalo, NY
Currently residing in - Winterville, NY
Favorite type of pet - Dog
Favorite place to visit - California
Significant other - Brady Wright
Most important goal - To be happy
Worst fear or nightmare - that my parents will never be proud of me
Favorite food - All foods
Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? somewhere in between
Secret desire or fantasy - No comment
What would you do if you won the lottery? Take care of my friends.

Conversational interview:
Interviewer: Thanks for meeting me today, Sam. I know youre usually the one asking questions, but well try to make this pretty painless.
Sam (laughs): Thanks, I appreciate that. Being a photographer I hide in the background most of the time. Most people arent interested in my life.
Interviewer: Its the same way in my job, but today isnt about me. Tell me how you got into photography.
Sam: I took a photography class in high school and completely fell in love. It drew me in completely and I knew I wanted to capture moments in time for the rest of my life.
Interviewer: What is your favorite moment in time?
Sam (blushes): Well, that might be a little private, but how about I just say when Brady told me he loved me. It was completely out of the blue, but then again, so was Brady.
Interviewer: Aw, how sweet. Can you tell us a little more about Brady?
Sam (smiles and gets a dreamy look in her eyes): Hes perfect. His last name is Wright and its so fitting because he really is Mr. Wright. He makes it possible for me to achieve my number one lifetime goal.
Interviewer: Which is?
Sam: To be happy. Its all anyone really wants, but after Cade I wasnt sure Id find true happiness.
Interviewer: Well, Cade was a jerk.
Sam: Yes, he was.
Interviewer (smiling): What else makes you happy? Do you have a secret desire or fantasy?
Sam (blushing): Well, anyone who knows me knows my mind pretty much stays in the gutter. That question brings up all sorts of ideas, but none you can print. How about I just say No comment and we move on.
Interviewer (laughing): Fair enough. On the other side of things, whats your worst fear?
Sam (groans): You really know how to dig deep, dont you? Really, my worst fear has always been that my parents wouldnt be proud of me. Theyve spent years telling me I should get a real job instead of something silly like photography. Even when they say theyre proud of what Ive accomplished I worry its not the whole truth.
Interviewer: Im sure they want you to be successful. Would you consider yourself wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between? That might have something to do with your parents.
Sam: Id say Im in between. I charge a fair price for my work, so Im not poor, but Im definitely not rich either. I wont get rich as a photographer because I dont love the work that brings in a higher commission, but thats okay with me. I love what I do.
Interviewer: As long as you have enough to eat its okay, right?
Sam: Oh, yeah, mama likes to eat. Thats pretty obvious to anyone who looks at me though. I like all kinds of foods, pretty much havent found one that I wont try! Brady gets mad at me when I say Im fat. My friends use much kinder words to describe us. Addi says were bulky. Claire called us lush. Mandy says chubby. Charlie likes to say fluffy, but shes a baker so it makes sense. Lexi says shapely, Riley is plump, and Carrie goes for husky. To me they all mean the same thing, but Brady wont let me say that anymore.
Interviewer: Your friends seem important to you. How did you all meet?
Sam: Mandy, Claire, Addi, and I went to college together. Lexi and Charlie we met from going to Bite Me! so often. Riley and Carrie are new additions to our group and we met them through READ. We all work well together, dont you think?
Interviewer: Yeah, you guys are great. Ive noticed a few spats though. Is it true you argue over whether dogs or cats are better? Which side do you fall on?
Sam (laughing): Oh, yeah, thats always been a fight between us. Im firmly a dog lover. Brady picked out Lucky on our first date. Hes the ugliest dog Ive ever seen, but hes so beautiful. Brady and I think hes perfect for us, not so perfect on the outside, but beautiful inside.
Interviewer (wipes eyes): Thats really beautiful. Doesnt having a dog make it hard to travel? Are there places you want to go?
Sam: I think our jobs are more of a hindrance than Lucky is. Were pretty happy at home, but if I did travel, Id love to go to California. The mountains and the ocean, the ancient trees and the beaches, the hilly roads and the winding highways it calls to the photographer in me. Id love to go out to a vineyard and just wander with my camera or hang out on the beach at sunset. It looks so beautiful out there.
Interviewer: Is that what you would do if you won the lottery? Travel?
Sam (shakes head adamantly): Nope, I dont think so. Our jobs are challenging, but I dont think wed give up our jobs. Wed take care of our family and friends. They mean everything to us. Im sure Brady could upgrade some of his equipment and I could move to a bigger studio, but I dont think wed change much about the way we live. We dont need much, just each other.
Interviewer: Youre so lucky Sam. Its been wonderful to talk to you. I wish you and Brady the best.
Sam: Thanks. This was fun. Well have to get together some time. Maybe you can join us for girls night some Tuesday at Bite Me! Charlie really does make the best cupcakes youve ever tasted.

Interviewer: Ooh, that sounds like a great idea!