Friday, June 6, 2014

Tina's Titillating Teaser with @TheGoddessNaomi

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Blurb:  

An ordinary--but thoroughly unexciting--existence suits Tara just fine. The mundane is much preferred over the drama, heartache, and betrayal of her recent past. But a freak accident interrupts that quiet peace when Tara suddenly finds herself in possession of a new power, one that allows her to see the true forms of a dangerous group of shapeshifters that call themselves Metamorphs. The Metamorphs quickly recognize her newfound power and all its threatening potential--and many of them decide that eliminating this threat is the only way they can survive.

Marshall, a wickedly attractive Metamorph who is employed by the government, sees things differently. He is assigned to whisk Tara away to a private island to keep her safe until his organization can decide what to do about her. Tara, who learned the hard way not to let a man dictate her life, refuses his forced "offer" of protection and escapes his custody. But after a vicious attack by one of the Metamorphs who have resolved to kill her, she reluctantly agrees to accept Marshall's security. As they spend time together in hot, close quarters and learn more about each other, passion flares. At the same time, Tara's hope to return to her normal life is shattered when they discover a deadly secret. Both must reach past their differences, overcome their fears and learn to trust each other in order to stay alive.

Excerpt:

“So then I said…hey, are you listening to me?” Lola asked, waving her hand in front of Tara’s face.

“Yes, I’m listening. You said Alice ate someone’s month-old sandwich she stole from the lunchroom refrigerator and got sick.”

“You don’t seem especially interested in my fascinating story. Your eyes are meandering around like your brain is somewhere far away. Are you thinking about anything particular? Something you want to share?”

Tara didn’t. She was thinking about nothing and enjoying it immensely.

Her friend didn’t wait for an answer and resumed her narrative. Tara took the opportunity to focus on a man who had caught a bit of her attention. He had dark hair that was just a little longer than was the fashion, but it looked good on him. Sunglasses hid his eyes, but the rest of his face was attractive, if one enjoyed the rugged, dangerous look. Tara did. Pretty boys made her nervous. She could never be with a man who spent more time on grooming than she did. This one looked like he woke up with the same sexy dark shadow on his chin that he now sported. She crossed her legs, a twinge of heat causing her heart to beat faster.

Dark and Dangerous sat with several other men and women who were dressed like they had just come from their office, the same as her group. His rigid posture suggested military training and his facial expression was serious. Unlike the others in his group, he didn't appear to be having a good time. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked as if he was drinking bottled water. What was he doing at happy hour?

From what she could see of his upper torso through his button-down work shirt, his body was in good condition, a welcome change of pace from most men she dealt with in her work environment. Too many of them had let themselves go, developing beer bellies and sagging chins at a young age. She leaned a little farther in her chair to get a better look.

“Hey now, you checking out that man candy over there? I thought you weren’t interested in the opposite sex,” Lola teased.

“I’m trying to see that woman he’s with. She looks familiar.”

This was partially true. Tara was sure she’d seen his companion once or twice. Right now, the woman was laughing loudly with one of those raucous, grating laughs that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“Yeah, she does something around here. I see her a lot, too. Damn, that laugh of hers is enough to make you want to rip off your ears. You think she’s drunk?” Lola asked.

She was something, if not drunk. Her companion had to move more than once to avoid her sloshing drink. Suddenly, all the noise and bar smells got to Tara. Her mysteriously heightened senses had reached overload and it was time to go. She hugged her friend and dug her keys from her purse.

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Bio:

Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but finds she is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling madly in love. So she lets them. Occasionally, however, they go to dark and strange places. She lets them do this also. Her interests include dancing, hula-hooping, drumming, and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play and have fun whenever possible. Her motto:  Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
 
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Naomi Bellina
Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic


Thank you so much for sharing your book with us,


Tina
 
 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Hooked on Finding New Books with @mfrwauthor

MFRW Authors Blog


Then you've come to the right place.


Marketing for Romance Writers runs this event every week so that readers can discover great new books.


Here's my book for this week.


Blurb -
 
Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman.  Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.
Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.
Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?
 
Excerpt
The door clicked open.
Wrapping his hand around the handle to keep from reaching for her, Vince Wilshire shoved the door open. "Are you ready for this?"
Her face mere inches from his, he noticed a brief flash of panic in her eyes before Sylvia Donovan lifted her chin and stepped through the entrance. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Or probably won't see again."
He understood she meant the task of doing a job, but for some reason his brain registered the sexual implications of the comment. "Oh, man, you're brutal. Some things you know get better with age.”
Matching his steps to hers, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned in close. He whispered beside her ear, "It's all a matter of knowing how to use what you've got."
She shrugged and shifted away from him, eyeing him with a raised brow. "Yes and some people are amateurs, Mr. Wilshire. You, I take it, are an old pro who knows how to wield your sword with the best of them."
Laughter bubbled up into his throat. He marveled at her sassy tone and didn't relinquish his grip. "I must admit I’m very good at a few chosen tasks."
 
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Read the 1st chapter on my website. http://www.tinagayle.net/CFO'sAffairChpt.html
 
 

 
 
 

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Tina's Titillating Teaser by @jcconwaywriter "Hearts in Ruin"

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Blurb:
 
Everything Andrea has worked for is being threatened … and she’s not going to just stand still and take it! Passion, lies, and betrayal clash in the wake of a plot to destroy an ancient truth. You’ll love Hearts In Ruin, the hot new romance from the pen of author J. C. Conway.
 
Andrea had one goal in life, a quiet career as a mainstream archaeologist—nothing more nothing less—and she's one ancient secret away. When she is teamed with maverick prodigy Daniel Fuchs at his controversial pre-Clovis dig on tribal land, she soon realizes his wild theories may sidetrack her career. Her smartest move is to expose him and that is exactly what she plans to do. Except…he’s hot, sexy, and there is a chance his theories may be right.
As the dig deepens and outside forces mount, Andrea and Daniel find their careers and their shaky relationship on the brink of ruin. Who can she trust? To survive professionally and emotionally, Andrea must decide between what is expected and what she believes, because time is running out and the developers' bulldozers are poised to level the site.
Delve into the mystery and excitement of an archaeological dig in the New Mexico desert and experience the drive, determination, and passion surrounding the quest to unlock the Paleolithic past in this contemporary, romantic suspense. Hearts In Ruin…no shovel required to join this adventure to discover an ancient truth!









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Bio:
 
J. C. Conway is a romance, science fiction and fantasy author, writing novels and short stories for adults, young adults and teens. He is a grand prize winner of the Yosemite Romance Writers Smooch contest. His writing passion began with a grade-school assignment to write anything he liked, which, at the time, included dinosaurs, robots, army heroes and alien invaders. Since then he's added romance, tense internal conflict and emotional dilemmas. To learn more, visit his website at http://jcconway.com,
his Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/J.C.Conway.Writer, or follow him on Twitter at https://twitter.com/jcconwaywriter.
 
Buy Link:
Released on Cinco de Mayo (May 5, 2014), Hearts in Ruin can be purchased in any eBook format at Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/hearts-in-ruin-p904.php


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K4K6TME B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hearts-in-ruin-j-c-conway/1119448532


Thanks for sharing,


Tina
 

Monday, June 2, 2014

Tina Titillating Teasers - Martha O'Sullivan's Chances Trilogy

Martha O’Sullivan’s Chances trilogy is available now from Red Sage Publishing. Second Chance, the trilogy opener, is a reunion/love triangle romance that keeps the shores of Lake Tahoe blazing hot long after the sultry summer sun has set. Chance Encounter, the trilogy's second installment, heats up San Francisco’s chilly days and blustery nights with white-hot passion and pulse-pounding suspense. And in Last Chance, the conclusion of the trilogy, lifelong friends-turned-lovers melt the snow-packed Sierras into lust-fueled puddles despite the single-digit temperatures of the Lake Tahoe winter.  


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Moira Brody knows Paul Webster better than he knows himself. But neither one of them know that he as in love with her as she is with him. These friends-turned-lovers will have to look at each other with fresh eyes and brave hearts. And even the single-digit temperatures and snowcapped peaks of the Lake Tahoe winter are no match for their long-bridled desire. 

Excerpt from Last Chance
                   
      “It was just dinner, Paul,” Moira patronized.
      On Valentine’s Day, he silently added. “About that, I came by to apologize.” He wondered if she sensed the audible relief in his voice. “I shouldn’t have assumed we’d see each other tonight. And I certainly shouldn’t have assumed you’d be,” he bit off the word, “available.” He looked away then, into the cottage-style kitchen, and saw what she’d been working on.
      Flowers.
      His flowers. 
      She must have acquired clairvoyant powers in those few seconds, because her tone softened and she said, “I had to bring them home. They were too beautiful to waste.”
      Like her.
      No, like them.
      With four wide steps he advanced into the antique white kitchen he’d designed. “Where are the roses?”
      She followed him. “At the office.”  
      “They’re not too beautiful to waste?” he quickened in a thick voice, turning to face her. 
      “No, they are.” Her breath hitched. “They’re just not from you.”      
      Her emerald saucers were filling behind their licorice lashes and she was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. Paul couldn’t have stopped himself from going to her if he’d wanted to.              
    “Moira, what are we doing?” he entreated, gripping her forearms. “What have I done? Have I lost you?”      
      She shook her head from side to side and her eyes began to empty, leaving sooty tire-like tracks on her china doll face. Tipping his head back in silent thanks, Paul took her in his arms. She moved into his body, sobbing through sawed-off breaths.
      “Tell me nothing happened. Tell me there’s nothing between you and him,” he prayed out loud after an affecting moment.       
      She answered by burrowing her head deeper into his shoulder and wreathing his middle. He felt her breathing level off and he kissed the top of her coal-black mane. She smelled like a subtle version of earlier, infused with wine and garlic. Hope replaced the uneasiness in his stomach and he heard himself say, “I had to force myself not to go back there. I’ve been driving around for hours, going crazy.”
      She angled out of his grasp just enough to make eye contact. Suddenly she was the girl he used to know again, not the woman tying his insides into knots. Or maybe the perfect combination of both. Her eyes began to shine and a satisfied smile curved her lips. “You have?” 
      “Yeah. Like outside my mind crazy.” He laid his lips on hers and tasted the salt from her tears. She melted into the kiss, then the next. He wondered if she could sense him growing behind the zipper. Or the spool of want unwinding into a thousand frazzled threads in his gut. Gasping for air, he released her mouth and cupped her face. “You make me crazy, Moira Brody.  Absolutely crazy.”
      Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes began to swell again. She swallowed hard and allowed, “Then I like you crazy.”
           
                                              
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Bio: 

Martha O'Sullivan has loved reading romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing her own novels is the realization of a lifelong dream for this stay-at-home mom. Martha writes spicy, contemporary romances with traditional couples and happy endings. She is the author of the Chances trilogy from Red Sage Publishing. Her current work-in-progress in a sweet and steamy Christmas novel set in Costa Careyes, Mexico. A native Chicagoan, she lives her own happy ending in Tampa with her husband and two daughters. Find her on the web at: 






Friday, May 30, 2014

Tina's Titillating Teaser - Family of Strangers by @JanisSusanMay

FAMILY OF STRANGERS is a Gothic novel of Victorian Scotland where a young widow discovers that an unexpected legacy has turned her husband’s unknown family away from her while a callous predator plotting her death wears a smiling face.


Both orphaned and widowed within weeks, Linnet MacLellan journeys to Scotland to seek the protection of her late husband Duncan’s kin. Instead of the happy home and loving family she hopes to find, she meets hostility and disbelief. From the moment that the telegram to Jura House announcing her arrival goes astray and she is almost run down by an unknown rider Linnet is drawn deeper and deeper into problems. To her emotional distress she finds that her late husband’s brother Dougal is his exact twin, while the two aged aunts who raised both boys detest her and want her gone. Simon Fordyce, their closest neighbor, inhabits the Castle, the palatial house the MacLellans regard as their rightful home and intend to reclaim, no matter what the law says. To make things more tense, Fordyce is intent on putting a mill into the valley in direct contravention to the traditional farming industry Dougal wishes to revive.
Tension reaches a fever pitch as both men court Linnet, then all is unsettled even more when someone starts making attempts against Linnet’s life.

Except 





My head hurt, my entire being hurt, and in a way I was glad of it, for it showed me still to be alive. With an unknown instinct directing my cloudy consciousness, I slithered like some swamp creature through the weeds of the ditch back onto the lane; that tiny distance, measurable in inches, cost me more in energy and pain than the entire long walk from the station. I knew I had been unconscious and that I would soon faint away again, but no matter what, I could not simply wait for the Angel of Death to claim me as his own.
I lay in the rutted road, the gaudy profusion of stars above me, hovering between painful awareness and the smoky region of unconsciousness, when once again the ground beneath me vibrated from the impact of hooves. It was over, I thought. Now I could not move even to save my life, for my bones had turned to ice from which my flesh shrank with no power nor will to move. I drowsed, aware, yet as one dead.
The hoofbeats stopped not a yard away from my prostrate form. There was a jangling of harness and a creak of leather as a startling apparition spread his dark wings and swooped toward me. My mind murmured a prayer consigning my soul to God’s mercy that my lips could not. Our Father, Who Art in Heaven . . .
“Well, Annie,” said a voice too intensely masculine and disapproving to have anything to do with the celestial regions, “what have you done to yourself now? If you must sample the whiskey, at least do it at your croft, where you won’t be a menace to traffic or yourself. What the Devil . . . !” His voice changed from disapproving to angry amazement as strong hands turned me where my face was visible in the faint light.
“You aren’t Old Annie,” the voice challenged roughly, even as surprisingly gentle fingers sketched the outline of my face. “You’ve been hurt. Now where did you come from, so late at night in the middle of nowhere?” Softly he brushed away the tangled wreckage of my coiffure. “A beauty, too, but you won’t last long if I don’t do something about you right away.”
It was humiliating to be talked to and touched without even the opportunity of a reply, but my sullen body refused to heed any command of my mind. Barely on the edge of consciousness, I could only lie and hear myself discussed, a state of affairs my strong will could not tolerate.
“Did you,” I whispered with painful effort, “come back to finish the job?”



About the Author
Janis Susan May/Janis Patterson is a 7th-generation Texan and a 3rd-generation wordsmith who writes in mystery, romance, horror, children’s and scholarly. Once an actress and a singer Janis has also been editor-in-chief of two multi-magazine publishing groups as well as many other things, including an enthusiastic amateur Egyptologist. Janis’ husband even proposed in a moonlit garden near the Pyramids of Giza. Janis and her husband live in Texas with an assortment of rescued furbabies.

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​Twitter - @JanisSusanMay
website - www.JanisSusanMay.com
LinkedIn - Janis Susan May

Thanks Janis for sharing your books with us,

Tina

Thursday, May 29, 2014

A Hiss or to Kiss - Tina's Titillating Teaser by @KatyaArmock


Blurb:
Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?
 
Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.
 
Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

Excerpt:
Jorge and I are fast asleep after our antics in bed, when I feel a wetness on my hand and I hear Ringo calling out to me.
“Chloe, wake up. I really, really, really need to pee.”
I moan and sink deeper into Jorge’s arms, pulling my hand back.
“Chloe, wake up. I’m dying here. I have to pee.”
Ugh, why won’t that voice go away? I crack my eyes open and see Ringo by the bed, prancing around, doing the doggy version of a potty dance.
Ringo starts hotfooting toward the bedroom door. “Thank goodness. I’ve got to go.”
With a sigh, I extricate myself from Jorge, which causes him to groan in his sleep. I get out of bed and throw on one of his T-shirts.
His voice is groggy. “Where are you going?”
“Ringo’s got to pee.”
He nods and closes his eyes.
Gee, thanks for the assistance. I roll my eyes as I head to the front door.
The other dogs all crowd around as I near the door. Guess Ringo was just the messenger. They all go flying out when I open the door. I send out a telepathic reminder to stay close to the house.
Suddenly I see headlights flip on, and a van pulls into the end of the driveway. Ringo, who is closest, starts to bark and lunges toward the van.
“Ringo, no, come back!” I yell at him aloud, but he keeps on going. I mentally tap him, but he is in the zone and doesn’t respond.
I watch in horror as the van door slides open and a man catches Ringo with a rabies pole and then hauls him into the back. I scream as the door shuts and the van tears out of the driveway. It peels away, dust flying in its wake.
The van is still in sight when Jorge rushes up behind me. His hair is mussed, and he’s wearing only a pair of jeans, which under other circumstances would have been a treat for me. “What happened?”

“Ringo just got pulled into the van, and they sped off.” I don’t know if I’m more pissed off or worried.

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I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way. I am influenced by magic realism, comparative mythology, and esoteric spiritual practices from around the world.
These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr.
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/KatyaArmock

Katya Armock
Steamy Paranormal Romance

Thanks Katya for sharing and happy birthday,

Tina

Monday, May 26, 2014

Tina's Titillating Teaser - Dream Student by J.J. DiBenedetto








Blurb
What would you do if you could see other people's dreams? 







What if you could watch their hidden fantasies and uncover their deepest, 
darkest secrets...without them ever knowing? 







What if they could get you killed? 
 
Sara Barnes thought all she had to worry about was final exams, Christmas 
shopping and deciding whether she liked the cute freshman in the next dorm that 
has a crush on her. But then she starts seeing dreams that aren't hers and learns 
more than she ever wanted to know about her friends, her classmates...and a 
strange, terrifying man whose dreams could get her killed. 
 
"Dream Student" is the thrilling first installment of the Dreams series.

Excerpt
... Sara is awake, sitting in a chair, her eyes wandering around a large, expensively furnished bedroom.  There are details that seem familiar, but Sara can’t quite remember why: a Rolex watch on a dresser, an expensive painting on a wall.  And then, suddenly, a large man and a much younger, much smaller girl come through the door. 

What happens next is also familiar, and terrible: frantic shouting from the girl as the man throws her onto the bed, and screaming from Sara, which no one else hears…  
 
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…Something’s wrong.  I’m awake.  Someone is screaming.

It’s me.  Goddamn it, I hate this!

I turn on the light, and what I see doesn’t make me feel any better.  The first thing I notice is the blood on my pillow.  I can taste it in my mouth.  I guess I must have been biting my lip to keep from screaming, and I bit so hard that I drew blood.  And then I screamed anyway.

No more sleeping.
 
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It’s almost three o’clock in the morning now.  It seems like it’s three o’clock a lot lately. 

The door opens, and Beth comes tip-toeing in.  She takes one look at me and she knows she doesn’t need to worry about making noise.  She doesn’t need to ask what’s wrong, either; she can see it’s last night all over again. 

I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror, but I can picture what she sees all the same: dead eyes staring out at her, clutching my bloody pillow as though I’m drowning and it’s a life preserver.  Beth doesn’t say a word, she just throws her coat on her bed and strips down to her underwear.  I never really gave it much thought before, but she really does that awfully quickly.  She puts on the double extra-large Van Halen t-shirt she always wears to bed–she keeps telling me there’s a really juicy story behind that shirt, but after two and a half years of not hearing it, I’m not sure I believe her.  “Move over.”  It’s the first thing she says to me.  “You obviously need someone to hold you.  Scoot over.”

I do, and she gets into the bed with me.  “You really ought to be doing this with a boyfriend.  When are you going to start dating again?”

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Read about my writing: www.writingdreams.net
Buy my Books: Amazon.com or Smashwords.com

Author Bio:
J.J. (James) DiBenedetto was born in Yonkers, New York. He attended Case Western Reserve University, where as his classmates can attest, he was a complete nerd. Very little has changed since then.

He currently lives in Arlington, Virginia with his beautiful wife and their cat (who has thoroughly trained them both). When he's not writing, James works in the direct marketing field, enjoys the opera, photography and the New York Giants, among other interests.

The "Dreams" series is James' first published work.

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Thanks J.J. for sharing,

Tina