Claudine’s Sweet Treats

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  Kathryn Meyer Griffith

  13 years ago

  Hi Claudine, thank you for the plug,
  I'm author Kathryn Meyer Griffith (new release August 7, EGYPTIAN HEART from Eternal Press http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437) and just wanted to tell you and everyone that today, August 2, 2011, I’m being INTERVIEWed at: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/LASR/interviews.htm
  Want to hear some of the backstories to my 14 published novels? It's there. Also, here below is an excerpt to EGYPTIAN HEART. Thank you, author of EGYPTIAN HEART, Vampire Blood and 12 other novels, Kathryn Meyer Griffith http://www.myspace.com/kathrynmeyergriffith rdgriff@htc.net ***
  Blurb:
  Maggie Owen is a beautiful, spirited Egyptologist…but lonely. Even being in Egypt on a grant from the college she teaches at to search for an undiscovered necropolis she’s certain lies below the sands beyond the pyramids of Gizah doesn’t give her the happiness she’d hoped it would. There has always been and is something missing. Love.
  Then her workmen uncover Ramose Nakh-Min’s ancient tomb and an amulet from his sarcophagus hurls her back to 1340 B.C – where she falls hopelessly in love with the man she was destined to be with, noble Ramose, who faithfully serves the heretic Pharaoh Akhenaton and his queen Nefertiti.
  She’s fallen into perilous times with civil war threatening Egypt. She’s been mistaken for one of Ramose’s runaway slaves and with her blond hair, jinn green eyes and fair skin she doesn’t fit in. Some say she’s magical and evil. Ramose’s favorite, Makere, attempts to kill her.
  The people, angry the pharaoh Akhenaton has set his queen Nefertiti aside and he’s forced them to worship his god, Aton (instead of their many Egyptian gods), are rising up against him.
  Maggie’s caught in the middle of it in a dangerous land and time she doesn’t belong in.
  In the end, desperately in love with Ramose, will she find a way to stay alive and with him in ancient Egypt–and to make a difference in his world and history?
  Because Maggie has finally found love. ***
  EXCERPT:
  A heavy silence had suddenly settled over everything. No one spoke and nothing stirred. I was on the ground and glanced up to see frozen slaves and soldiers alike. For a moment I thought something weird had occurred again.
  My hand went to the amulet, but it was cold and dark. It wasn't that.
  Then the soldiers bowed and everyone else fell face forward in the dirt. Ground statues. Hadn't I also seen this before in those old movies?
  No one moved, except for one man.
  He was high up on an exquisite snow-colored horse, peering down at me, curious interest mingling with disapproval in his eyes. Even on horseback he seemed larger than the other men. His skin was lighter than any of the others around but yet not as pale as mine.
  He wasn't dressed in rags or soldier's gear as everyone else, he was clad in rich gold cloth which shone in the sun like the jewels around his neck, arms and fingers.
  There was color smudged above his jet-black eyes. His hair, covered in a swatch of dazzling white pleated linen, what I could see of it, was just as dark. The saddle he sat on and his bridle sparkled with silver. It was easy to see he was a person of wealth and power.
  He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. But his eyes… full of intelligent arrogance… were flat and cold. Here was a man who cared for little.
  The man on horseback flicked his hand in a bored and curt gesture, in the sun the rings twinkling with tiny rainbows.
  “What is going on here?”
  The soldier with the whip spoke up, careful to keep his eyes down. “I am teaching this slave a lesson, my lord. She is one of the ones who ran away and we rounded up last night on the desert. She defied me.”
  “It looked to me she was teaching you a lesson,” the man on the white horse chuckled softly as he stared down at me. “She is quite a fighter for a woman and a slave at that. It also looked to me as if she was defending herself.”
  “She was inciting a riot among the other slaves,” the soldier, embarrassed, blustered. “I had to put her in her place, my lord.”
  I couldn't help it, my mouth opened and the words spilled out, “I did not incite any riot! I told him that I don't belong here… I'm a professor at Boston University… an American… not a slave.., lost out on the desert… this is all a terrible mistake.” Oops, contractions again.
  The lord on horseback barely smiled. I thought I caught a glimmer of surprise and a shadow of compassion in those ebony eyes. But the emotions sped by like quicksilver leaving unreadable slate blackness in their place and I couldn't be sure I'd seen them or not.
  This was a man used to hiding his feelings and hiding them well.
  I sensed the dread, the awe, the others around me had of this man. The slaves' bodies were quivering. I was the only one standing with my head up, watching.
  My dirty, tear-streaked face lifted upwards so I could feel the breeze and meet the horseman's gaze. Our eyes met and locked.., for a long moment. I wouldn't back down, wouldn't drop my eyes. Instead of angering him it seemed to further amuse him.
  He had to be Lord Ramose, owner of the house and surrounding lands and, if my worst fears were found to be true, the Ramose next in power over all the Egyptian armies behind the mighty General Haremhab. It was an explanation for the way everyone was behaving.
  And if he were that Ramose then the last time I had seen him he'd been a mummy in a gold box in a dusty tomb. *****

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  Paula Kennedy

  13 years ago

  Genre: Paranormal Romance
  Some angels DESERVE to die!
  Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Twilight in this hot new Y.A. paranormal romance 'Angels of the Night: Discovery.'

   
  Allison Webber is tired of looking over her shoulder. Stalked by shadows her entire life, she embraces the invitation to join a secret society hiding the existence of vampires. Things heat up quickly in this all male cult when she catches the eyes of two sexy vampire twins, Thane and Darcy Wallace. Amid steamy encounters with the identical twins competing for her attention, Allison learns her mission is to aid a select group of vampires, the Angels of the Night, as they hunt and destroy the females of their species. Completely taken with the brothers and her new role, she fails to see that one of the twins has been using her. Allison must delve deep within herself for the courage to save the brother she loves and destroy the one who betrayed her. 

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  Diana Ballew

  13 years ago

  My Civil War romance novel, Thorns of Eden, is technically due for release August 5th, but it's already out in print at http://www.amazon.com and at http://www.thewildrosepress.com . The e versions will be available starting the 5th.
  I've always loved romance novels set during the Civil War but they're hard to find, so I wrote one!  The book is 90,000 words. I fell in love more and more with Major Rayce Hampton with every stroke of my pen. I hope you do too!
   
  Sometimes fate has other plans . . .

  Major Rayce Hampton is the Confederacy’s final hope to turn the tide of war. Haunted by heartache of generations past, love is the last thing he has on his mind when he meets Eden Blair. The emerald-eyed beauty is as headstrong as she is tempting, but Rayce must keep his wits – and his secrets – as he executes his dangerous undercover mission to save the South….

  Accomplished nurse Eden Blair has secrets too . . . only she doesn’t know about them yet. Stung by her fiancé’s betrayal, she has no reason to trust the scandalous Major Hampton. But as Yankee troops close in, Eden must take refuge in the major’s mysterious ancestral home, leading her into the shadowy corners of deceit and desire, where endless love lurks within every soft whisper.

  Thorns of Eden is a sweeping tale of mystery and passion, where love is as turbulent as the divided nation.
  Happy reading!
  Diana Ballew
  http://www.dianaballew.com
   

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  Alexandria Infante

  13 years ago

  ~Alexandria Infante~
  Teaching Between Midnight and Dawn;
  The Release Date was Aug 7th @ Eternal Press, but it is also avaliable @ Amazon.com as well….
  Writing paranormal is one of my favotite past times. I always had a thin for werewolves and vamps; and most things that go bump in the night since a very young age. Could be all those errie statues in church as a kid, and my Catholic background. My best friend in Life Elisa said that I always had a flare for the fantastical, and that I should be a writer long ago, so I thought why not do something that I love, and get paid for it too…
   
  Sometimes, dead legends don't actually stay dead…
  Arieanna’s life right now seemed nearly complete. Her career was soaring, she had a family who adored her, and her students loved her. Life was simple and uncomplicated. That is until she met Auron. Arieanna doesn’t know that Auron has been sent by a secret priesthood of Saint Cisadore, and is actually there to protect her, the descendant of Ast’ at all cost. His number one objective is to keep that book from entering the hands of the wrong people, in spite of the fact that it might cause his own death.
  Arieanna must retrieve Isis’/ Ast`s book of magick in order to stop cataclysmic world events. In the process Arieanna develops an enormous power manifestation, the traits of both the wolf and the vampire without being either, while tapping into ancient Egyptian magick that belonged to the Goddess Ast`; which many thought dead long ago.
  Although exiled nearly two centuries ago, Auron knows that if that book gets to Jimmy Mann, all hell will break lose. Centuries of war will then spill onto a human battle ground, and the Council will do whatever it takes to keep that from happening. The legend says that Arieanna holds the key to the location of Ast’s infamous book of magick; the only problem is, is that she doesn’t know it yet…  The book encompass an ancient prophesy that includes nine women, a cohesion of power; which can basically either wipe out the sitting Council, or severely cripple them. The book and its manifestations of power is the only way that Arieanna can do this, and this is why she can’t let it fall into the wrong hands.
  Excerpt:
        “Okay now what? How the hell do you propose that we get to my car with wolves staking us out? My god, this sucks. I’m a junior high school teacher. This is the stuff that I tell my students don’t exist! Wolves don’t just eat people! I am not lil red riding hood!” I screeched looking out over my back yard.
       "Those arena wolves luve, and we have to make a run for it. Since it’s a full moon, I obviously canna drive.” He stated grinning again as he put his hands up, and it was like all at once the stark handsomeness of his face hit me. He had shoulder length sable hair, and a very angular strong chin, hazel eyes, that were greener than any other color, thick dark brows, and what looked like a five o’clock shadow growing on his face. His body was ripped with toned muscles, and he had to be well over six feet. I also noticed that he spoke with a sort of British/Scot’s accent.
       “Okay luve, just how do we do that? They will eat me alive before I ever reach it.” I mocked.
       “That is why I shall be yer distraction. The minute that I jump this back fence they’ll take off after me, tis a smell thing. That gives ye ample enough time to chip wit it for the motor, then circle round and pick me up just beyond that point.” He countered pointing to some trees on the other side of the small bluff.
       Great…just great. Terrace Drive was a bitch to navigate at night!
       “Okay, but I betta make it to that car. Cuz if I don’t I swear, that I’ll come back and haunt cho ass for all eternity.” I retorted and his grin only widened.
       “Ye will luve. Although the prospect of ye haunting me for all eternity I’m well up for, but let’s just leave that till later.” He teased, and then winked. “Are ye ready then?” He asked and I nodded. He suddenly grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips again. My face registered my shock.
       “For good luck, not to mention I need some inspiration here. Off with ye then.” He said, winked at me again; and then jumped over the rail.
      I heard the howl of a wolf, and running, both paws and feet. My adrenaline began to pump as I took off for the front door, grabbing my purse as I ran. I cleared the two flights of stairs in record time, shot across the street; and then dropped my keys as I tried to turn them in the lock. I felt around on the ground under the car, grabbed them then and turned the key. Just as I opened the door, I heard it. That same deep growl as before, and I glanced to the side of me. Maybe if I stayed very still, it would just go away? It was that same wolf.

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  Nona Raines

  13 years ago

  I'm a bit late to the party, but I'd like to let readers know about my recently released short novel, "One Good Man". It's an erotic contemporary romance. Thanks for this opportunity to let readers know about it!
  Blurb:
  Just one touch…that’s all Andie Benedetto wants when she glimpses her father’s sexy neighbor. Images of deep, long kisses and down and dirty sex heat up her fantasies. When he catches her watching him, she’s embarrassed but undeniably turned on.
   
  Just one weekend…that’s all Matthew Vostek can offer Andie. He recognizes her shyness, but also senses her desire, the same desire he feels. Maybe they can fulfill each other’s hottest fantasies.
   
  Just an adventure…that’s what Andie tells herself. Tired of playing the good girl, she’s ready to accept Matthew’s challenge and enjoy the most exciting sexual escapade of her life. But when the weekend is over, will Andie finally take what she wants instead of settling for second best?
  Excerpt:
  Matthew looked at Andie as though waiting for her to say more. Finally he spoke. “Can I ask you something?”
  Her heart stuttered. Were you watching me last night? She could read the question in his eyes.
  How long were you there?
  Did you like what you saw?
  Instead, he asked, “Would you have invited me over if your friend hadn’t done it first?”
  A reprieve. Andie almost sighed aloud. She might have lied, but just couldn’t as she stared into his eyes. Hazel eyes. “Probably not,” she admitted. “No.”
  “Why not? Am I scary or something?”
  Yes. Very scary. Because when I look at you, I want things I can’t have.
   
   

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