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Ground Rules by Cate Masters

Claudine The Mean

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Caridad Pineiro
13 years ago

I have my very first (of 5) erotic paranormal romance release from Nocturne Cravings. I loved pushing the envelope, but including a very satisfying romance happily-ever-after. Here's a quick tease for AMAZON AWAKENING!
Rey Peralta has been sent to persuade Paola Lopes to return to Brazil and take up her place as Priestess of the Guardians, protectors of the sacred realm hidden deep in the Amazon rainforest. He knows Paola is the one they need to ensure their survival—but he doesn’ t expect the instant blast of desire that sparks between them. Her beauty and power call to him, enticing him to merge with her physically and spiritually; a desire that only increases when they give in to their passion and make love. Can he convince Paola to accept her destiny and stay with her people—and by his side?
You can read an excerpt here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/72902685/Erotic-Paranormal-Romance-Amazon-Awakening-Excerpt
You can purchase AMAZON AWAKENING by clicking here.

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Angeline M. Bishop
13 years ago

Review NORTH STAR and be entered to win the Romance Novels and Treats Contest
My debut novel North Star is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Soul Mate Publishing.com and I want your honest feedback! From November 16th to December 30th, readers who read and review North Star with their honest opinions have a chance to win a copy of North Star, two additional eBook romance novels and a box of Cheryls.com Classic Treats!

Just enter on the form on this website before December 31st with a link to your review (please note that your review may either be long or short, but it must include more than a simple rating). Thanks!

Novel Description:

Caresse Aldana is chosen to persuade Psyche’s dangerously handsome editor-in-chief, Graham Sheridan, to feature an article on the Mason Community Center. She tells herself it’s just business.

She thought her heart wasn’t in jeopardy, but she clearly underestimated Graham’s charm, and his determination to win her heart. As their passion intensifies, disturbing mishaps at the Center place Caresse’s life in danger.
The highly anticipated Mason Ball fundraiser is in peril. Can Graham decipher the evidence, finger the culprits, and save Caresse before it’s too late?

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Cate Masters
13 years ago

Thanks for the shoutout for Ground Rules, Claudine! It's actually out with The Wild Rose Press: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=177_139&products_id=4698
A very fun Christmas fantasy! Hope you'll check it out. 🙂
Thanks!
Cate

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Patricia A. Rasey
13 years ago

Catching a Christmas Break by Patricia A. Rasey. Short Story release date December 1st from Kindle and NOOK! Or stop bt my website to find out how to get this eBook short story FREE in PDF.
Blurb: Jerry can't catch a break if his life depends on it…and his life does depend on it. A gambling debt gone bad, Jerry is now on the run to stay alive. Borrowing a dead Santa's suit, he hopes to elude the goons after him. But just his luck…he runs straight into the arms of the law.
Excerpt:
“JESUS H. CHRIST!”
He skidded to a halt, the steel door slamming shut behind him. Think. Damn it, he didn’t have time to think. With two big guys in hot pursuit of him, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out those two buffoons would soon be coming through that door like two pit bulls chasing a pound of fresh meat…and he was the fresh meat.
There, lying at his feet, was a three-hundred-pound Santa with a bullet hole in his chest. Well, what looked like a bullet hole. The thing was round and blood oozed all over the red of the suit. Poor guy still held the damn ringer in his right hand.
Without another thought, he yanked off the white fur-trimmed hat. Thank the good Lord the beard hadn’t been real, as it would definitely help him in his own getaway. In record breaking time, he sauntered off down the empty, litter-scattered alley in the red blood-smeared Santa suit, ringing the bell, leaving the poor schmuck in the pile of garbage he had likely died in, gaping whole in his chest aiming toward the heavens. Sorry, but he didn’t have time to contemplate what had happened to Santa, he had to get the hell out of dodge or wind up sharing the mattress of rubbish.
And none too soon.
Just as he rounded the corner, he heard the back door clamor open and two sets of foot falls hit the asphalt. Jerry quickened his pace and melded into the holiday crowd, not daring to look back. The slightest wrong move on his part could mean his demise. These guys didn’t play fair.
“Damn that horse anyway,” he mumbled, giving the bell an extra firm shake. It had been a sure bet. The money was as good as in his hand. He could have paid off the fat bastard who had sent those two goons after him and more. But, no, the thoroughbred had to get entangled with the horse running in second. Who hired those jockeys anyway? They both went down in a pile of horseflesh and men, thus losing the race and his damn winnings. Money that hadn’t been his in the first place. Jesus! He was as dead as Santa. Fitting how he now wore the suit.

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Kiru Taye
13 years ago

Hi All,
I have a novella out this week, titled HIS TREASURE. It's a historical romance set in medieval West Africa.
It's now available to pre-order for $1.99 at http://www.breathlesspress.com/his-treasure
It'll be available on Amazon, ARe and other online book retailers from December 2.
Blurb:

In a time when men ruled their households with firm hands, can a quiet man tame his rebellious wife with persevering love?
Angry at being forced to marry a man not of her choosing, Adaku stubbornly shuns her new husband on their wedding night. However, she soon discovers there are worse things than giving in to a man whose touch awakens her deep desires. In a land where fruitfulness is celebrated, she could soon be labeled a barren woman.
Obinna knows there are several ways to tame a rebellious woman. Patience and perseverance are two of them. Adaku is his treasure and he will never let her go. When her fears push her into his arms, will he be able to convince her to stay with him forever by unleashing the passion within her?
Excerpt:
Obinna looked up at her, his eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a black expressionless pool that always unnerved her. As she couldn’t read his mood, gauging how to tell him what she wanted to say was difficult.
“Yes, say what’s on your mind Adaku,” he said in his usual deep voice as he licked his long fingers.
Something stirred low within her belly. Her eyes hungrily followed his action and she got distracted. For a brief moment she wished it was her fingers he was licking.
“That could be arranged.”
Adaku looked up sharply and Obinna’s brow was lifted with amusement. She realized she must have spoken her thought out loud. Embarrassment and heat washed over her skin as he took hold of her hand in his large one.
Somewhere within her mind something shifted. An awareness of Obinna at a primal level registered in her rapidly hazing brain.
The air suddenly felt warmer and her skin prickled. He took each finger into his warm mouth in turn, twirling his moist tongue around each. Sensation flooded her body and she forgot everything else she wanted to say. All she could feel was the stroke of his tongue on her fingers as he sucked and lapped each one.
His touch scorched her straight to her soul.
She gasped and his eyes came up, locking onto her and pinning her to the spot. His eyes were filled with a desire she couldn’t explain. His tongue moved down her skin searing a path to the spot at the center of her palm before licking it. Then he released her hand and she realized she was trembling.

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Lindsay Townsend
13 years ago

Thanks for this! I have two stories out this week.
My gripping romantic suspense, THE ENGLISH DAUGHTER, is released Nov 30th as an ebook from Lysandra Press.

http://www.lindsaytownsend.net/2008/04/english-daughter.html

Young widow Val Baker restores musical instruments, but fears her relationship with her Greek-Italian family on Corfu is broken beyond repair.

Returning to the island to work on a rare piano belonging to her Greek friend Alexia, she finds her dreams haunted by memories of Hilary; a young English girl raped and murdered ten years before. Val determines to uncover the truth about the case, and set to rest her own doubts about the involvement of her father, Yiannis, and half-brother, Markos, both policemen who were involved in the original investigation.

Joined by her friend Harry, Val begins to unravel the threads. When two strange tokens arrive, one for Alexia's daughter Chloe and one for Val, it becomes clear that Hilary's unknown killer is on Val's trail. Her search for the truth becomes a race for life.

Previously published by Severn House.
Reissued by Lysandra Press 2011 (ebook)
http://www.lysandrapress.com/

Read Chapter One http://www.lindsaytownsend.net/2008/04/english-daughter.html

I also have a Christmas story, due out December 2nd.
If you fancy a sweet, short Christmas fantasy read, why not try my A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY?

Blurb:
Handsome, confident, a touch arrogant, Prince Orlando thinks that now he has found Sleeping Beauty, his kiss will wake her at once. When it does not, he realizes he has much to learn about life, and love.

Princess Rosie, trapped in her enchanted sleep, dreams of a mysterious man. Is he a rescuer, or a nightmare? She must fight to recover herself, and all before Christmas, for time is running out.

MuseItUp on December 2, 2011 at $2.50
Buy links:
http://www.lindsaytownsend.net/2008/04/christmas-sleeping-beauty.html

Happy Christmas! Best wishes, Lindsay Townsend

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Helagaleena
13 years ago

My first paranormal MMF is out! You can read a PG excerpt here http://helgaleena.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-incredible-heidi-wasabi-by.html

The Incredible Heidi Wasabi

Shakti or succubus? Faithful spouse or figment of the imagination? Whatever she is, Rufus and Steen would not have made a grand success in their chosen profession, as the stars of the heavy metal band Virgen Steel, without Heidi. And they probably never would have gotten marriedâ€”to each other, anyway. This is her incredible story…

I have contributed to erotic short storyanthologies before, but this is the first time I have filled up a whole book with my Dark Roast Press flavored story… Hope you like.

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Lucy Felthouse
13 years ago

My latest release is a naughty threesome tale from Noble Romance:

Will a weekend in a luxury hotel make Annette’s deepest fantasies come true?
When Jed and Annette spend a weekend in a luxury hotel, they’re planning to take full advantage of the hot tub and large bed – preferably with a third party. Annette’s never been with another woman before, but she’s eager to experience some Sapphic delight. When the couple meets waitress Tamara at the restaurant they’re lunching at, they agree she’s perfect in many ways; but is she on the menu?
Excerpt and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-menu-with-a-difference/

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Kathryn Meyer Griffith
13 years ago

Hi All,
I'm new here, but not to the publishing world. I've been published since 1984 and have been a writer since 1972 (or trying to be anyway) . Today I'm posting a blurb and excerpt of my newest release THE ICE BRIDGE, a ghostly romantic murder mystery from Eternal Press (http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615725182.) YOU TUBE BOOK TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28HZqu-my1g Grin. Warmly, author and 2012 EPIC EBOOK AWARDS FINALIST NOMINEE for her romantic end-of-the-world horror novel THE LAST VAMPIRE-Revised Author's Edition, Kathryn Meyer Griffith rdgriff@htc.net
BLURB of The Ice Bridge:
She’ll fall in love again…with a man and the island. Charlotte returns to her Aunt Bess and Mackinac Island, a quaint retreat that welcomes summer tourists and allows no cars to renew herself and write about the island’s ghosts.
She’s come to help Bess with her heartache, an ended love with Shaun, and to renew a friendship with neighbor Hannah.
In winter Mackinac closes down and everyone looks forward to the ice bridge that freezes across the Straits of Mackinac.
Until Hannah disappears into the icy waters crossing it.
Everyone says it’s an accident. But Charlotte and her admirer cop friend, Mac, don’t think so. Something isn’t right. Hannah was too smart to go off the path.
So it’s murder…but why…how…by whom?
In the end, it’s Mac–and perhaps Hannah’s ghost–who saves Charlotte and Bess’s lives when the killer decides they’re too close to the truth and tries to kill them, too.
EXCERPT:
By the time they crossed the ice bridge Charlotte had to struggle with the wind to stay on her machine. She was sick they hadn’t found Hannah, and she was frightened, tired and freezing. Her body had lost all sensation. She thought she had fingers in her gloves, but she wasn’t sure.
The ice bridge was eerier returning than when they’d come, if that was possible. An early night had descended, though the snow illuminated their surroundings enough so they could see. It almost made their headlights unnecessary. The ice was lit up as if there were lights glowing beneath it. Strange noises, sounding like distant moans and cries for help, rushed by her head.
She remembered what Hannah had said about the ice bridge ghosts. In her state of mind, she could imagine misty shapes flitting around the ice behind and around them, trying to tell them something. Did they know where Hannah was? If she looked quick enough she thought she saw them with their hollow ghost eyes in their transparent ghost bodies. It seemed they were closing in on her and Mac.
Hannah believed the ice bridge ghosts appeared when someone was about to die—or had died.
She panicked as her snowmobile sped over the ice, the wind behind shoving her along, faster and faster, as if it was trying to escape something. She was practically on top of Mac as a wave of vertigo hit her. She slowed down before she rammed him.
Her machine went into a skid and barely avoided hitting one of the evergreens. She took a couple of deep breaths to push the dizziness away. Out of the corner of her eyes, she thought she saw something standing on the ice to her right, lost in the particles of drifting snow. It looked like a shadow of a woman with her arms outstretched. Then it was gone. Yet for the split heartbeat it was there, it had scared the heck out of her. It had looked like Hannah. Impossible.
Charlotte wanted to get back to her aunt’s house where it was warm and safe—where there were no spectral shapes to taunt her. She’d never been out in a pre-blizzard before. She was beginning to understand what Mac had meant when he’d said that a whiteout could be disorienting. She wondered if it could also make a person see things that weren’t there.
She kept her attention on Mac’s silhouette when she wasn’t looking for a lost snowmobile and its rider. She didn’t want to see anything else. About three-fourths of the way to the other side, with land and trees in front of them, her eye caught unevenness in the snow a little ways off the secure path. Something in the air behind her, or was it in her head, whispered to stop. Look.
After honking the horn and blinking her lights three times, she swerved closer, but not too close, to the rough patch. She cut the engine and dug out a flashlight from the saddlebag to examine the irregularities. In the glow, she saw there were spikes in the blanket of snow covering the ice.
Had something gone through the ice there?
She was on her knees, with her face in her hands, when Mac joined her with another flashlight. He gently brought her to her feet and guided her to her snowmobile. He walked back to the rough patch. He examined it, getting as near as he dared. He directed his flashlight at the mound. Charlotte could tell by the way his shoulders slumped that he’d found something he hadn’t wanted to find.
He returned to her. The wind had died down to a whisper after the roar.
“Something’s gone through the ice in days past. It’s been broken and refrozen.”
“Hannah?” she breathed.
“Could be. It’s too early to know. Sometimes something goes through and crawls out, wet, scared and cold—but alive. It happens. Maybe a deer or a bear. There are bears on the mainland; did you know that? Every once in a while they wander onto the ice. Anyway, the unevenness doesn’t necessarily mean something is down there…doesn’t mean it’s Hannah, either.”
Mac put his arm around Charlotte’s shoulders. “Let’s go before the storm gets any worse and we get lost, too. When it passes I’ll get men out here to see if there’s anything down there. Come on.”
He drove beside her to shore, both of them staying so tight to the evergreens they clipped a few. She wanted to reach the woods, the solid ground of the island. She wanted to get off the ice bridge and leave what she feared she’d seen on the ice—the ghosts—behind them. ***

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Lyra Marlowe
13 years ago

My new novel Girl Next Door is now available from Ellora's Cave. It's a M/M/F contemporary with paramedics. Here's the Blurb:
Nolan and John are paramedics, partners, best friends—and complete opposites. Nolan is a true romantic with a broken heart, and he’s gay. John is straight, a relationship-dodging cocksman who’s growing bored with casual sex. But Nolan’s having sex dreams about John, and John’s having fantasies about Nolan. They could be moving toward a relationship, though they’re both afraid of destroying their friendship.

Then Nolan’s one and only ex-girlfriend comes to visit and changes everything. With Nolan’s blessing, Lucy does her best to ease John’s boredom, playing out his deepest sexual fantasies—and hers. But when Lucy learns of John’s secret desire for Nolan, she’s determined to see them happily together. She won’t take no for an answer, even if she has to drag the two of them into bed with her.

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Clarissa Yip
13 years ago

Hi All!
Silent Night's Seduction is released today! From http://www.decadentpublishing.com

Blurb:
Stubborn and proud cowgirl, Lily McCormick, is finally coming to terms with her quiet life on her parent’s ranch, until her older brother, as payback, signs her up for 1NightStand. Kidnapped and forced onto a plane to a foreign location, she faces the dreaded cold and an unwanted tryst, until her ex-husband appears before her…as her date.

New York City District Attorney, Rafe Martinez, would do anything to get his ex-wife back, even if it meant taking drastic measures to pretend he was there for another woman. When jealousy and rage surfaces and Lily’s tough demeanor wanes, desire and lust sparks their once powerful connection as truths unfold. Will Rafe convince her to return to him or push her further away from giving their love a second chance?

Excerpt:
A curse erupted into the room. “You came here for a one-night stand?”
The rage in her tone lightened his heart. If she could be angry with him then she must care for him still. Pouring himself a drink, he took his time answering. “Actually, more than that.” He turned around. “It’s three days before Christmas. I hope to spend the whole time with my date and escort her to the ball on Christmas Eve.”
Lily’s mouth dropped open then closed. “Well, good for you. But let me ask you, where is your date?”
Rafe frowned. “You know, that’s a good question. Why and how are you in my room?”
“This is my room!”
He stilled, praying she wouldn’t see through him. “That can’t be. I specifically requested a brunette as my date.”
Lily sputtered. “You—you cad!”
“This must be a mistake.” He went over to the chair he’d occupied earlier and pulled his phone out of his coat pocket. “I’ll email Madame Eve and get this straightened out. Worse comes to worst, you can go request a different room.”
An outraged gasp sounded behind him. “Why do I have to be the one to leave?”
He whirled around and gave her what he hoped was a convincing bewildered look. “Unless…you’re my date?”
She paused. “Hell no.”

I'm also hosting a free giveaway at my site to celebrate! Comment to win a copy of Silent Night's Seduction!
http://clarissayip.com/2011/11/silent-nights-seduction-contest/
And I'm at Decadent 1Night Stand blog! Lily, my heroine from Silent Night's Seduction is giving away kidnapping tips, what to do when in such situation!
http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-experience-with-kidnappers.html

Thanks!
Clarissa Yip
http://clarissayip.com

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Imari Jade
13 years ago

My first erotic menage book, "Rhapsody," was published yesterday by Total-Ebound.
Two gorgeous male rockers, one sexy lead female singer. Both men want her. Who will she choose?
Bryanna Trosclair is the female lead singer for the successful rock group, Simmer. She is being forced to choose between having a relationship with her best friend and lead male singer, Axil Simmons, and the group’s pianist, Collin Ripley.
Bryanna refuses to make a choice and decides to date both of them, even though the guys are ready to not only tear each other apart, but the group as well. When Axil and Collin call a private truce and decide to trick Bryanna into making a decision, their plan backfires. Can Simmer survive the fallout of the hot results?
Excerpt From: Rhapsody

"You have to choose," Axil Simmons told her.
Why should I? Bryanna Trosclair thought. It’s their problem, not mine.
"She’s not going to choose," Collin Ripley, the falsetto-voiced lead singer of Simmer replied angrily.
He’s right. How could she choose between him and the twenty-five-year-old golden-haired Axil, who’d been her best friend and confidant since they were ten? "I’ll tell you what. The two of you fight it out and the winner gets me," Bryanna said, hopping from the stage and heading up the aisle.
"Come back here, Bryanna," their tenor and lead guitarist Axil shouted into the microphone for everyone in the auditorium to hear. "You can’t just leave like this."
Of course she could. She, being a liberated female, could do anything she wanted to…except break up a friendship and one of the hottest bands in America.
"Okay, don’t decide," he told her.
Bryanna stopped in her tracks.
"What are you saying, dude?" Collin replied from his side of the stage. "Of course she needs to decide."
"No, she doesn’t." Axil’s tone was defeated. "Put yourself in her shoes. Could you make this choice?"
Bryanna turned to face them and waited for Collin’s answer.
"No!" He stomped away from his keyboard and went backstage to sulk.
"You’re killing us, Bry," Axil said. He strummed his guitar and began playing a haunting tune. He used music to cope with his problems. He’d been this way even as a child, disappearing into his attic studio whenever things got tough. During those times his music had lulled her to sleep at night as the sound spilled over to her house next door.
Bryanna sat down in one of the seats to listen to the sweet sounds of the strings as the music permeated everything around them. Axil was unreachable when he was like this, turned on and tuned out to the rest of the world. He could make a guitar sing when he put his mind to it. He’d wanted to be a rocker for as long as she could remember. Now he was the hottest guitarist in Northern America. How could she decide between him and the dark-haired, dark-spirited Collin, who with just one look had stolen her breath away?
Collin returned from his sulk and took his position behind the keyboard again. He tickled the ivories and began playing along with Axil.
Bryanna gazed up at them. Where Axil represented everything bright and sunny, Collin represented the darkness—twinkling stars, moonlit nights and secrets. His jet black bangs bounced against his forehead as he played. Bryanna shivered. Such sorrow and despair. Had she caused this? They continued to fill the air with their deep, soulful song. Bryanna shook her head. Maybe she should just leave and put both of them out of their misery.
The doors opened and the rest of the band members filed in. Axil and Collin kept playing, each refusing to give up.
Kurt Vanderbrom, their drummer, sat down and placed his hand on top of hers. "I could hear them battling all the way from the parking lot, Bry. You know this is wrong."

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1449

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Shermaine Williams
13 years ago

I don't know why I don't write much fem dom work in my backlist, because I loved writing Taming the Alter Ego and it was released by Phaze today.
It tells the tale of Mariella, a woman with an alter ego that she can handle, that is until she meets Tom.
An excerpt follows…

Eye contact.
Though still morning, Tom passed my office for the third time, glimpsing through the slats of the white blinds as casually as he could manage. This time, I caught his glance. It warmed me like a ray of light.
Often, I can tell he's there without looking up. His presence alone charges the atmosphere, though I hardly know him. He just does something to me.
My office was, effectively, the foyer of my boss's, Nicholas. A barrier he needed to cross to see his fellow director, which he finally did after his aimless stroll.
Tom silently passed me and I, in turn, offered no greeting. With hard fought restraint, I merely flick my gaze upward before looking back at my computer screen, seeing nothing as my fingers fly across the keyboard.
I savor his trailing scent before it dissipates, leaving me a teasing hint of him occupying the same space as me. Our connection was a strange one, possibly because in his two months at the company, we'd never been formally introduced. Neither of us took the initiative but regarded each other with civil silence. For a middle-class, white man in authority, he was unusually timid.
I was free to admire the way his square shoulders tapered to a lean frame, wrapped in a well-fitting black suit. I yearned to mess up his dapper look.
His dark hair perfectly suited his light tan, and I wanted to run my fingers through it. I wanted to grip the strands between my digits. To search his brown eyes, which I only ever got to see from afar.
The mere sight of him could snatch away my self-control, leading me to absentmindedly tease my black curls as I speculated on how his passion manifested. I liked to think that he was submissive–at least he would be with me. With the strength of my will and the power of my figure, his body and mind would yield to my desire.

http://www.phaze.com/book.php?title=Taming+the+Alter+Ego

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R.G. Porter
13 years ago

My first novella is on sale for .99 through the end of the year. The title is DESTINY'S LIGHT and it involves a Greek Muse, Gods and music, not to mention the underworld. Come by and see! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006E9BU8M
Destiny's Light
Blurb:
A wish to go back would unlock more than she expected…

For as long as Eutrepe could remember, the Muses had always been sent to help inspire mankind. She longed to go back again, but man had lost his faith. Centuries drifted by and Eutrepe was certain she would never walk among the humans again. The night Zeus summons her for a final task in the mortal world she jumps at the chance. It was a quest she was willing to take, that is, until the interference of a God and her memory is lost.

Ceris is a loner and musician. Stuck at an impasse with a song he needs to complete, but cannot, he wonders if the words will be locked inside his soul forever. Sure he will never release his thoughts, he ventures out into the night in hopes of some kind of inspiration. Never in his dreams did he expect it would come in the form of a woman with no memory who nearly dies at the hands of an oncoming car in the dead of night.

In order to reveal the song that fills Ceris' soul they must first unlock Euterpe’s past before it’s too late….

Their future is at stake, but first they must beat back the darkness before it time is up.

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Kelley Heckart
13 years ago

New short erotic fantasy–a tree faery, a warrior and a cursed meadow
Title: The Enchanted Meadow
Publisher: Freya’s Bower
Genre: Short erotic fantasy romance
Release date: 11/22/11
Pages: 46
Link to buy links: http://kelleyheckart.com/TheEnchantedMeadow.html

Blurb:
Warriors from the Raven clan are sent to guard the king's cattle. They are unprepared for the strange, otherworldly happenings in the new winter grazing land, including nocturnal visits by a beautiful lass. Only their leader, Taran, can save them—if he remembers how.

Excerpt:
Alina wanted to cry out to him, but her throat would not form any sounds. The one who had betrayed her and trapped her in this tree had taken away her speech so she could not ask for help to escape her prison. So many centuries had turned, each season passing in a blur of muted colors, her hope fading. Now someone had come, a mortal who could help her, but she needed to communicate with him in some way. Sighing, she realized she was not even sure she knew how to break the curse.
He watched her now with curious eyes, unaware that she also watched him. When she concentrated all of her power, she could imprint an image of her face on the tree trunk, becoming one with the tree. Only he had seen her face in the tree bark, so she knew he was more than a simple warrior. He had the mind of a druid. Only the one who could help her would be able to see into other realms and pay such close attention to her tree. She sensed the affection in his caress. Shivers of pleasure shot through her body at his gentle touch, giving her a sense of hope.
She studied him, admiring the confident way he commanded his men even as he faced the unknown. He stood regal and powerful, the blue warrior marks he earned shadowing the austere planes of his handsome face. Long, golden-copper streaked hair plunged down his back in a wild tangle. She yearned to run her hands through his thick mane again.
As if reading her thoughts, he glanced back at her tree, his bright blue eyes darkening to a deeper hue in the shifting light, his face softening from its usual hardness. When he looked in her direction, he let slip his true feelings he hid from his warriors. Her heart sang with compassion for him.
She felt herself blush at his penetrating gaze. His eyes awakened that feeling of familiarity in her again, but she still could not place it. If she escaped her prison, she could go to him now. Frowning, she thought how she hated the tree that felt like a tomb. The world beyond the tree taunted her with its bright autumn colors, a world so full of life and freedom. She could not bear to look upon it any longer.
To help her bide her time, she thought about their coupling. Her body flushed at the memory. She recalled how wonderful his muscles had felt beneath her touch and the way he had kissed her, caressing her secret places with his skillful tongue, making her moan and quake. A twinge of desire flickered inside her at the thought of having him touch her again tonight.
When they discovered another missing cow, they would have to stay. At least she hoped so. She continued to hide some of their cattle to keep the warrior there so eventually he could help her escape.
At first, she only wanted to use him to help her escape, but now her body trembled with affection for the golden warrior. After he rekindled what had been dormant for so long inside of her, she began to yearn for him and his tender, passionate touch. Could she let him go? And if he should eat of the apples….
* * *
Praise for The Enchanted Meadow:
"Hauntingly beautiful; this enchanting story takes
the reader into a magical meadow where there is
a bad curse and an evil source watching. These
exceptional characters carry out a plot that
ensnares the reader and keeps you there until
the end."

Reviewed by Wateena
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
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Kelley Heckart, Historical fantasy romance author
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jennytwist
13 years ago

Christmas Anthology:
Warm Christmas Wishes
Blurb:
The Gift by Mary Kate Brogan
It's Christmas In Ireland, and two men vie for Katherine Fannon's hand in marriage. Will she choose Arthur and the bright lights of Manhattan or Seamus and her Irish farm that he wants to save?
Jamey and the Alien by Jenny Twist
Jamey only wants one thing for Christmas. He wants his Daddy to come home. But first he has to kill the alien.
An Elfin Secret by Brenda Whiteside
When five-year-old Candace Cane questions why her father, Henry is an absent parent, her mother is speechless. But when Candace learns Daddy is an Elf named Santa Clause, life becomes magical…until Mommy dies and Henry and Santa cease to exist. In this Christmas fantasy, Candace discovers magic lies within her heart and she's never far from her mother or her father.
Saving Christmas by Nel DuVall
A woman wonders if she'll even have a Christmas when her husband turns up missing near the Afghanistan border and turns to helping a young teen to forget her worries.
On the Way to the Snow Ball by Brenda Whiteside
Lovely, rich Marie Louise Le Mare apparently has everything in life. So what can the handsome man in the red suit possibly give her? When they're trapped in an elevator with only each other for company, a surprise gift exchange makes this Christmas special.
Uncle Albert's Christmas by Jenny Twist
Elaine loves managing people. The only problem is, she usually makes their lives a misery. So Uncle Albert is in despair when she invites him for Christmas. But Albert's neighbour has other ideas. Could it be that Elaine has met her match?
Vicarious Christmas by Joanna Foreman
If it's not one thing, it's your mother, they say. My mother's religion disallowed Christmas celebrations. How does an eight-year-old girl get into the Christmas spirit and keep her mother happy at the same time?
Excerpt from Jamey and the Alien
That night Jamey dreamt he was talking to Santa Claus. Santa Claus didn't look like he did in all the pictures of him. He was wearing a cloak, but it was a sort of brownie-green, not red, and he wasn't wearing a red hat with a white bobble at the end. He was wearing a hat made of twigs and leaves, and there were leaves in his beard as well.
Jamey told him all about the alien in Daddy's head and Santa Claus listened and nodded wisely. However, when Jamey told him about Daddy being in the hospital, Santa Claus looked confused and Jamey had to explain what a hospital was. Surely, he ought to know about hospitals. Didn't he bring presents to the children in the hospital? But Santa Claus shook his head. “I can only go where I am invited,” he said.
Jamey didn't properly understand this, but he explained as best he could what a hospital was, where it was, and what it looked like. Santa Claus took hold of both Jamey's hands and he said, “I'll do my best, Jamey.”
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