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WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

How often have you heard that a kitchen is the heart of a home?  Many times, probably, for it’s a saying that’s been quoted forever, embroidered on tea towels, needle-pointed and even hung on walls, for gosh sake.   So in Killer Kitchens when a stove explodes, killing two men, destroying the chef’s livelihood, and blowing Deva Dunne and Lieutenant Rossi out onto the sidewalk, you know something has gone terribly wrong.

The catch, though, is that this particular kitchen isn’t located in anyone’s home.  It’s in the La Cucina Restaurant, the first commercial project of amateur sleuth and professional designer Deva Dunne.  And now it’s blown all to, well—smithereens.  The reason?  An accidental propane gas leak.  Or was arson the cause?

Lieutenant Rossi is suspicious, and Deva is worried.  Her old friend Chef Chip was injured in the explosion and has lost everything.  Her worry doubles when she learns her latest client, a certain Francesco Grandese, owns the building that blew up.  Later, when Chip caters a dinner party for him and a guest drops dead of cyanide poisoning—before dessert–Deva is both worried and suspicious.

Killer Kitchens is Deva’s latest romp in the Murders by Design Mystery Series.  (You may already have met her in Designed for Death and The Monet Murders.)  This time, Deva’s super stressed.  Along with her kitchen woes, she has bedroom troubles too.

“Don’t ask,” she says when questioned about her problems, but the fact is she’s struggling to help solve a murder, keep an interior design business alive, and settle a relationship issue that’s driving her crazy.

Finding solutions for all these complications isn’t easy.  Among other things, it takes some prying into a dead man’s secrets, but, oh my, the effort is well worth while.  Ask Lieutenant Rossi.  He knows.

For a first chapter excerpt of Killer Kitchens visit Deva at www.jeanharrington.com.

 

Small Towns, Big Hearts and Brides by Fiona Lowe

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“You want to go where everybody knows your name.”

And so ended the theme song on the sitcom CHEERS and I think small towns are a bit like that bar. They’re a community. Everybody knows your name and usually every indiscretion you ever committed ;-) For some people that’s enough of a reason to flee to the city but for others, it’s why they stay.

I live in a moderately sized town but even so, every time I go shopping I run into someone I know, which means I really should rethink dashing into the grocery store for milk wearing my gardening clothes or my sweat pants…please.don’t tell my mother!

Small towns are doing it hard.  Everywhere was hit by the economic downturn but rural areas got hammered harder and had less resilience because they usually have less industry.  In both cities and small towns, people have had to relocate to find work and with that in mind, I created Whitetail, Wisconsin, a small north woods town which is languishing on the shore of a pristine lake.

Whitetail’s filled with well-intentioned people who care for each other and their town, but they to are doing it tough and they don’t always agree on what is the best way to save their town.   Annika, the acting-mayor cares for her town but she also has a personal reason to work toward the town’s survival and she’s thinking big. She can see a manufacturing plant which will provide employment. The rest of the town, on a post-wedding high after one of their own has married, sees weddings as the saviour of the town.   Annika can’t see that working at all!

I’ve lived  in small towns with passionate people who come up with an idea that at the time may seem impossible but with hard work and some luck and determination, not to mention a few melt downs and hissy fits, they pull together and succeed. Whether it be a live theatre show, a three day music festival, a harvest festival featuring the area’s produce,  a cowpat throwing festival* or a writers festival, it is always an  event which attracts visitors to the town. Visitors who will come, stay a night or two and spend their money.

Saved By The Bride is the first book in the Wedding Fever trilogy and it sets up the cast of characters who all get their stories in subsequent books. There’s Nicole the young widow who finds herself becoming a wedding planner, Luke Anderson, a sixth generation farmer who’s suddenly questioning everything in his life, Mrs. Norell, the energetic senior who lives to help and John Ackerman the market owner, just to name a few.

Have you ever visited a small town festival? I’d love to hear your stories!

*BTW, the small town that hosts the cowpat throwing competition is Prarie du Sac in Wisconsin :-)

I hope you enjoy spending some time in Whitetail as much as I’ve loved creating it. To give you a feel for the town, here is the gorgeous book trailer.

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Welcome to Whitetail, Wisconsin, future home of Weddings that WOW!

 

As acting mayor, Annika will do anything to revive the economy of the town that’s been her refuge ever since her art career imploded and her fiancé walked out. Even if it means crashing an engagement party to talk business with the bride’s billionaire father. But the evening starts with a kiss from a gorgeous stranger—and ends with a night in jail.

 

Finn Callahan can’t believe his sister is getting married, not after their parents’ disastrous track record. And he’d rather be anywhere than working from his family’s vacation home. Until he catches a leggy blonde sneaking in the window, and suddenly telecommuting for the season is very appealing.

 

Unable to resist their mutual attraction, Annika and Finn are soon mixing business and pleasure—just for the summer. Too bad Annika’s heart missed the memo about not falling in love…

Book one of Wedding Fever.  99,000 words. $2.99

Saved By The Bride is available from Carina Press, Amazon, Nook , Kobo and where all digital books are sold!

 

 photo fionalowe02_zps331377c5.jpgFiona Lowe is a RITA® and R*BY award-winning, multi-published author with Harlequin and Carina Press. Whether her books are set in outback Australia or in the mid-west of the USA, they feature small towns with big hearts, and warm, likeable characters that make you fall in love. When she’s not writing stories, she’s a weekend wife, mother of two ‘ginger’ teenage boys, guardian of 80 rose bushes and often found collapsed on the couch with wine. You can find her at her websitefacebookTwitter and Goodreads.

 

Defining Sexy

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If someone did a study of the heroes of romances, the physical characteristics that make the hero sexy are somewhat standard. How many can you name? Strong jaw. Piercing eyes. Defined abs. That little cut on the lower abdomen that makes so many women drool…

But in real life, women’s definition of sexy can vary quite a bit. One of my best friends, for example, has an automatic thing for bald-headed men—and this was before being bald was in vogue. My other best friend stops in her tracks for a man with dark eyes. Me? I have a thing for scars. Not necessarily disfigurement, but more like the kind that bisects an eyebrow or one that looks like an artificial cleft on the chin. If you can’t get on board with that one, how about this…I also have a thing for gingers. (Just go with it, okay?)

The heroine of Hunger Awakened, discovers that she has an unusual chose d’affection. Take a look.

She’d thought his eyes had gone from beautiful to incomparable, but words failed her at trying to categorize them right now. They were a crystalline blue, while silver and pearl swirled through its sea. His pupils had elongated, the darkness a slice that seemed out of place.

“I’m wrong.” Sebastian’s voice contained raw emotion. “This…” His wings repositioned.

Jesus. He had wings.

“I know. We’ll figure out what’s going on.” She spoke with a false confidence that she clung to. “How are you feeling otherwise? Any pain? Faintness?”

He rose to his feet without her assistance, and the stomach that contracted painfully before released just a fraction. She wanted to inspect his back, to study his new appendages, but if he was on the brink of destruction, that had to be their priority.

As she stood next to him, all of her senses became hyperaware. While her stomach might have been put at ease, the rest of her body went taut at the looming presence of Sebastian in this new form. He had always been gorgeous, no doubt. The transformation, however, had given him a new strength. More definition. A devastating beauty.

The sharp angles of his face became slashes of bone and shadow. When he’d spoken, the teeth he kept well hidden were longer. More lethal looking.

And those dangerous eyes. They gave her delightful shivers.

“I hurt everywhere.” His gaze was disconcerting. “And nowhere. I’m hungry too.”

Alice took a slow step closer, keeping her hands outstretched and nonthreatening. Not like she could ever do him any harm, but the underlying skittishness in Bast needed reassuring. “Let me take a look at you,” she said. “Maybe I can help a little.”

“You think it’s wise?”

She smiled. Not only was he still nude, he was sporting an impressive erection. “I’ll take my chances.”

He remained rooted, indecision spread across his expression. “I don’t know who I am anymore. What I am.”

“You are still the man who protected me from a blood-thirsty vampire and a dangerous werewolf. I believe you are the man who vowed to protect me from any and all dangers. You’re also the man who kisses me until I can’t think straight anymore.” She paused, licking her lips. “Finally, you’re the man who promised me sexual oblivion. Remember that?”

It probably wasn’t appropriate to bring up his promise, but it was hard to think straight with the sign of his arousal so blatant.

“Like this? You would have me still?”

Alice took another step forward. She wrapped her arms around him, astonished by his new definition. Cautiously turned on. “You’ve got wings now, honey. It’s kind of hot.”

That seemed to startle a chuckle out of him.

What about you? What “questionable” physical characteristic gets your motor revving? I’ll pick one random commenter to receive a ebook copy of Hunger Aroused, the first book in this series, on March 10th because I’m certain you’ll already have your copy of Hunger Awakened by then because it’s available now at Carina AMZ |  B&N | Kobo | Audible | ARe. (By the way, did you know there’s a free between-the-books short on my web site, featuring characters from both Hunger Aroused and Hunger Awakened? Come on over and see!)

Dee Carney is an award-winning, best-selling author of sweetheart vampires and terrifying chefs, husband/wife reconnections and take-no-shit women. Read more on her web site, www.deecarney.com.

Becoming Little

I am of slightly above-average height, but I have written a book about a little person, or a dwarf.

In order to get into character, I had to do a lot of mental adjustment. My heroine, Gretchen, is barely four feet tall. She lives in post-medieval Europe, somewhere around the Schwarzwald, or the Black Forest. She has the most common form of dwarfism, achondroplasia. It is the form you are probably most familiar with.

In order to get to know my character–to try her out, to see if she would work–I wrote a little scene about the kind of treatment she has to put up with:

 

“We have a dwarf here in town.” Gretchen looked around to see who had spoken. It was Gisela, of course.

The minstrel turned toward her. “Yes, so I’ve heard.”

Gretchen sighed. She may as well get it over before Gisela said something nasty. Gretchen stood and clambered onto her chair, and then onto the table. “Over here,” she said, waving her handkerchief.

His eyes snapped her way. “Fräulein,” he said. “Maybe we’ll share a beer together after my performance.”

Gretchen didn’t want to, but she nodded anyway. She would listen to whatever demeaning thing the minstrel had to say in order to hear more about the dwarf asylum.

“Why not meet her now?” Gisela yelled. “Bring her forward!”

“No!” Gretchen yelled, but it was too late. A big man named Karl, who had been sitting with Gisela, jumped up and grabbed her before she had a chance to climb back into her chair. Two other men joined in, although it wasn’t really necessary. A hand clamped around her breast, and fury surged into her heart and stung tears in her eyes. Gretchen began to slap with abandon.

“Stop it! Put me down!” She clouted an ear.

“Ow!” One man yelled.

Emboldened, she began to kick. She heard an “Oof!”

“Gently!” the Spielmann said. “She is a lady, after all.”

This elicited a chuckle all around.

Karl plunked her down in front of the minstrel with too much force. Gretchen’s knees buckled, but the minstrel’s hand shot out to steady her. She glared at him and swiped a tear off her cheek.

 

When this scene practically wrote itself, I knew I had to keep writing. The Magic Mirror and the Seventh Dwarf is a retelling of the Snow White story from Gretchen’s viewpoint. She hears about a farm owned by dwarfs and that that employs only dwarfs, so she travels there in search of love–or at the very least, a husband she can tolerate. She does not expect to actually find love, since she doesn’t exactly lead a charmed life.

Once there, she finds a lot of things she doesn’t expect.

She doesn’t expect to become a very sought-after young lady. She doesn’t expect two men to fight over her. She doesn’t expect a kind and mentoring relationship with the farm wife. She never expects to be swept up in a magical adventure with a runaway princess and a cursed prince.

And the last thing she expects is to have to become a hero, especially at the side of the man she loves.

~*~

Tia Nevitt is an award-winning author who writes fantasy and science fiction with a dash of romance. You can find her online at www.tianevitt.com, @tianevitt and www.facebook.com/tia.nevitt.

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Blind to Beauty

I’m super happy to be here today presenting my debut release, Playing the Part. Not only is Playing the Part my first novel, this is also my first time blogging, which is a little nerve wracking, but here goes…

After winning the Charter Oak Golden Acorn Excellence in Writing contest for best Contemporary Series Romance, I decided to submit to Carina and was stunned to wake up one morning to an email accepting my submission for publication. I can’t think of any better way to start the day, can you?

My very first spark for the novel came whilst driving past a local paulownia plantation, which is a type of timber plantation not many people know about, but has been recorded in Chinese writings as far back as 1049BC. On a more romantic note, the trees have large heart-shaped leaves, and the Chinese traditionally plant a paulownia tree upon the birth of a girl so a wedding chest can be made from the tree when she marries.

I was so taken by the beauty of the paulownia trees and the plantation as a whole, that one of the first things to come to mind was how lucky I was to be able to see such a sight, leading me to wonder what it would be like for someone who was unable see such picturesque scenery.

And so my hero, Cole, began to come to life. After much research into the realities of someone with no sight running a farm, I was convinced this was possible after learning of a blind farmer who raises cattle. Surely dealing with a moving herd is far more difficult than an immoveable plantation.

I then began to ponder what it must be like to live in a world where you see beauty every time you look in the mirror. Sounds like a dream come true, but I wasn’t so sure…

Soon I had my heroine, Anthea, an actress who built a career on her looks, but is discovering there’s a price to pay. When she learns of a role she desperately wants, no one takes her seriously because, unlike her previous roles, the part is all about character, not beauty. When she decides to conduct some research into the role to prove she’s more than just a pretty object, I couldn’t think of any better challenge for her than a man who can’t see what she looks like.

Anthea was so much fun to write since she is nothing like me at all. I’m quiet and reserved, always far happier blending into the background than standing out. Public speaking and having a camera pointed at me are my worst nightmares, but Anthea just loves being the center of attention and get what she wants.

So when she approaches Cole, wanting to stay on his farm for research, it’s a shock to her diva-driven ego when he knocks her back in the following excerpt:-

    Okay. It was now or never. Time for her plan of attack. “Actually,” she said, “I’ve been thinking—”
    “That must be a strain.”
    After the urge to swear at him passed, she said, “Since you’re so accident prone, I should stay for a while.”
    “Does this look like a hotel?”
    “I could help you out.”
    “Yeah. By leaving. Now.”
    He rose, towering over her.
    This wasn’t going to plan at all. In an instant, she changed tack and released a fake sob. “Please… I… this place is perfect for—”
Cole grabbed her upper arm and hauled her from the chair.
    “Hey!”
    Her feet barely touched the floor as he marched her into the hallway. Before she could break free, he opened the front door and shoved her through, slamming it behind her.
    He wouldn’t get away with this. She pounded on the door.
    “Go away,” he said from the other side.
    “I’m not going anywhere without my purse and luggage!”
    Silence followed for a long moment, then, “Where are they?”
    She smiled. She had him. “Let me in and I’ll get them.”
    “Nice try.”

Pulling the wool over a blind man’s eyes isn’t as easy as Anthea thinks, especially when she can’t use her looks to get her own way.

Has anyone been judged solely on their appearance, and if so, was it a good or bad experience?

Also, does anyone else have some striking scenery close to their home – something most people don’t get to see? I’d love to hear about it, or see a pic. Photos of some paulownia plantations can be found on my web site below.

If you would like to purchase Playing the Part, it can be found here:

Amazon: http://goo.gl/7vUIR

Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/I8zZ0

Bio:

Darcy Daniel loved reading from an early age and fell in love with many genres, but was drawn most of all to romances, leaving her thrilled when she won the Charter Oak Golden Acorn Excellence in Writing contest for Best Contemporary Series Romance.

Darcy lives on acreage in a cottage with her family and energetic dog. With friends and family close by, she enjoys life in the picturesque historic town of Windsor located in the foothills of the Blue Mountains near Sydney, Australia.

 

You can find her here:

Website: www.darcydaniel.com
Facebook: http://goo.gl/vWlX3
Twitter: @DarcyDanielptp
Goodreads: http://goo.gl/ePHKu

When I Grow Up

Just like the rest of us, characters were kids once and one thing kids do is dream about what they want to be when they grow up. That’s pretty deep backstory, however, and doesn’t often make it to the finished page. Ryan Kowalski, the hero of All He Ever Desired, always knew he was going to build things. But during a conversation with his youngest brother, Josh, he finds out all the Kowalskis didn’t have such sensible goals in life.

(Ryan just had a conversation with his former best friend, who also happens to be the heroine’s ex-husband.)

Josh was on his way down and they met at the bottom. “Looks like it went okay.”
Ryan nodded. “Better than I expected.”
“For the record, if there had been a fight, I’d have stepped in, but I’d have let him get one good shot in first.”
It took a few seconds for his meaning to sink in. A guy didn’t let his brother take a hit from a guy who’d been an ex-husband for eight years. “What the hell do you know about it?”
“Remember when I went through my secret-agent ninja phase?”
“Yeah. You were one seriously messed-up kid, by the way.”
“I was under your bed when you were practicing your ‘divorce my best friend and run off with me’ speech in the mirror.”
“Are you s—ting me?”
Josh raised his right hand. “I s–t you not.”
“And you never said anything to anyone? Not even to me?”
“A secret-agent ninja never reveals his secrets,” Josh said solemnly and headed for the barn.
“You’re a seriously messed-up adult, too,” Ryan called after him.

So, obviously at one point in his life, Josh wanted to be a secret-agent ninja. What’s the craziest thing you dreamed about being when you grew up? In my case, the craziest thing I wanted to be was an author. My younger son wants to be a rock star. And my older son, who graduates from high school this year, has absolutely no idea.

(And you’re welcome for the Pussycat Dolls earworm.)

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shannon Stacey lives with her husband and two sons in New England, where her two favorite activities are writing stories of happily ever after and riding her four-wheeler. She can also be found blogging (almost) daily on her website, www.shannonstacey.com and is often spotted running amok on Twitter, Facebook,and the eHarlequin.com community. Her current release, All He Ever Desired, is available now from Carina Press.

The Making Of No Mistletoe Required

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I think sometimes, when we read a book, we forget what work goes into it. That’s a GOOD thing. Nobody wants to read a book and think about how it was written. You want to enjoy the results and escape.

But I have a secret to share with you…sometimes, the creation is hilarious. Here are a few conversations and quotes from my editor and myself as we went back and forth through the making of No Mistletoe Required.

Editor: I heart you.

 

Editor: Who is speaking in this paragraph?
Me: God. Does that not work? Fine. I’ll try again. For you. Because I love you.
Editor: God says He loves you too but that He’d love you even more if you would stop dangling your modifiers.

Editor: Dooooooo your modifiers hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them o’er your shoulder like a Continental solider? Do your modifiers hang looooow?

Editor: This says Dave. Our hero’s name is Dan. Who is Dave?
Me: What, you didn’t know this was a ménage now? Surprise!
Editor: Bow Chica Bow Wow!

Editor: * removes mention of rustling leaves * In the bedroom?
Me: Maybe she has a pear tree in her walk-in closet. Use your imagination!
Editor: Squawk! What’s a pear tree without a partridge?
Me: A lot less bird poop.

See? Sometimes the creation is just as fun as the trip you take while reading a book. Sadly, not all edits are as fun as this one was for me, but this is why I adore my Carina editor. She knows how to take mistakes, typos and dangling modifiers (all nine billion of them) and turn it into something amusing for both of us.

Check out No Mistletoe Required, out now for Kindle, Nook, via Carina, and other genius-like devices!

Here’s a teeny excerpt to whet your appetite…

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Beth walked up behind her, the movement obvious thanks to the bells attached all over her costume. “Please tell me you’re going to go play “Hide The Candy Cane” with that fine specimen of man.”

“Beth!” She tried to look stern, but only ended up laughing instead. “That is both a disgusting image and also none of your business.”

Her Kappa senior tried to look innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. Claus. I thought it would be a variation of “Hide and Seek: Holiday Edition.” If you’re the one with the dirty mind, well…”

She pushed Beth toward the side of the room where the refreshments were. “Take five, Elf Lord.”

“Fine. But you have to promise me one thing.”

She raised a brow. “Dare I ask?”

Beth’s innocent grin morphed into a wicked promise of a grin. “That you’ll drag him out of here and go be a ho, ho, ho.”

She pointed a finger at the table and Beth turned and walked away with a laugh. But after the senior’s back was turned, Anna smiled. “With pleasure.”

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Jeanette Murray spends her days surrounded by hunky alpha male heroes…at least in her mind. In real life, she’s a one-hero kind of woman, blessed to be married to her own real-life Marine. When she’s not chasing her daughter or their lovable-but-stupid Goldendoodle around the house, she’s deep in her own fictional world, building another love story. As a military wife, she would tell you where she lives…but by the time you read this, she’ll have moved again.

Website: JeanetteMurray.com

Twitter: @JeanetteMurray

Facebook: facebook.com/jeanettemurraybooks

Starved for Love

Hi, I’m Annie Nicholas. I might have met you at other blogs but never at this one. :D   I’m new to Carina Press and am so happy to be having my first release with them.

I don’t like to write alone. Unlike a lot of writers who seek solitude, I’m always looking for someone to share the journey. When I say share, I don’t mean co-write a book together, but just BEING with writers. I think this stems from the fact that I live in Vermont, which is a pretty rural state and has no RWA (romance writer’s ass.) group. There’s nothing like talking shop about a subject you’re passionate about.

Thank goodness for the internet and chat rooms!

Yes, chat rooms. And I have a confession…

I’m an addict.

Chat is where some of my internet writing friends and I gather to write everyday. We don’t collaborate on manuscripts but encourage each other to finish, bounce ideas, and pass on news. This is where I first introduced my heroine, Pia Blyton.

She is very different from what I normally write, but I felt comfortable enough to expose this id

ea to my fellow chat mates. Pia is fun, bright, and full of energy. Even though she’s a well fed succubus (nudge-nudge wink-wink), she carries an endearing vulnerability.

To my shock, lines formed within chat as to who would be first to critique my manuscript. ((hugs them))  And less than a month later I got this special call from Angela…

Hope you’ll love Pia as much as they did.

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Blurb:

After almost dying of starvation to remain faithful to a mortal lover, succubus Pia Blyton now shields her heart by feeding solely on men she won’t fall for. The only trick is, to create energy to survive, she must achieve orgasm. At least that rules out bad sex with her three lovers. Too bad she’s a sucker for falling in love.

When her demon lover doesn’t arrive for their arranged rendezvous, Pia is forced to ask her vampire lover to step in before her energy becomes dangerously low. In return he demands a favor and Pia finds herself in the hotel suite of the mysterious Valerio Hunan, who seduces her with a devastating kiss. Too late Pia learns he’s an incubus who wants to lure her into marriage—a marriage without love.

As an incubus used to bedding a variety of succubi, Val doesn’t understand Pia’s yearning

for love. He needs a succubus wife to provide him with a steady source of energy. But he wants Pia for the passion and renewed interest in life she makes him feel. Can Pia convince Val that sex isn’t just for survival and love is for more than the weak?

Excerpt:

A tall man with skin the tone of caramel strode in the room, a lock of golden hair falling over his face. “The interviews don’t start for another hour but you get brownie points for being early. You can start with the paperwork—” He glanced up at me. “Ms. Blyton?”

My heart dropped into my gut and fizzled in my stomach acid. “You know me?” I could barely hear my own voice over the roar of my pulse.

He grinned. “Of course, we know your father. I didn’t realize you were interested in meeting Val. We can skip the paperwork. You and sisters have already been approved for interviews. Please, come this way.” He gestured to the open door behind him.

They knew my father. Approved? What kind of business did Mr. Hunan run? Mortal men didn’t mix in the same circles as incubi. I stared at the assistant as I strolled to the door.

He tossed strong vibes. I couldn’t place his species, but he was definitely immortal. Shit. Of course they weren’t human. Why would Sin be worried about mortal businessmen? Pia, you bimbo. Just like the vampire to omit important tidbits. “And you are?”

“I’m Hoel. Val’s assistant. Let me take your coat.” He followed close behind after hanging my fall jacket in the closet. “Both your sisters were here to welcome us to the city yesterday.”

“Oh.” Welcome was most likely code for they came and screwed us. I glanced over my shoulder at tall, handsome and golden Hoel. It couldn’t have been much of a chore for my sisters, but Hoel better not expect an encore performance from me. I had issues sharing males with my sisters. It would be akin to swapping chewed gum.

“What made you change your mind about meeting Val?”

“A seven hundred-year-old vampire.” Changed my mind? I never made it up. What the hell had I walked into? If it looked like a trap and felt like a trap…Sin, the sneaky jerk, had set me up. Retribution for disturbing his busy schedule.

And why had my sisters been here? They told me everything, even the stuff I didn’t want to know; however, neither had mentioned Mr. Hunan. I could have asked them about him and saved myself this embarrassment.

“Who?” Hoel unlocked and opened another door letting us in the lower deluxe hotel suite.

“Never mind.”

I stopped mid-stride. The view of Lake City and the river winding through the park made me catch my breath. I loved my city.

Hoel skirted around me and pulled out a chair, but I bypassed him and the sitting area to gaze out the window. “It’s quite a view.”

“Yes, it is.” The new male voice made me spin around. Hoel had been holding out a seat for me to sit across from a male when I’d ignored them both. Oops, score one for my lack of tact.

This must be Valerio Hunan. A sensual smile crossed his harsh, handsome face as he rose from his seat. It softened the hard angles of his sharp cheekbones. Soft black hair tumbled to his shoulders and had that just-got-out-of-bed quality I loved. Intelligent, pale blue eyes met mine.

“Sorry, I didn’t no—notice you.” I crossed the room and offered him my hand.

He took it with his long fingers and pressed his lips to my knuckles. “Enchanté.” He spoke with a mild accent, almost French but not quite.

“Sir, let me introduce Pia Blyton, Flynn’s youngest daughter.”

Valerio raised an eyebrow in my direction then dismissed Hoel with a slight wave of his hand. “Did your father coerce you to meet with me, Mademoiselle Blyton?” He sat and gestured to the seat across from him.

“Please, call me Pia.” I smoothed the flare of my dark yellow dress against my hips before sitting and tucked my feet under the chair. “Why would my father do that?” My vampire, on the other hand, loved torturing me. I gave Valerio my most disarming smile and prayed for escape.

“Your sisters came at my request, but they are not what I’m looking for in a new wife. They gave me the impression you weren’t interested in marriage.”

The bottom dropped out of my world. I grabbed onto the arms of my chair and clung for dear life. “You’re an incubus?”

He nodded.

“Fuck me,” I squealed and shook my head, racing to door. “Ignore that. That’s not what I meant. This was a mistake.” The doorknob wouldn’t turn. Holy Toledo, marriage was the last thing I needed to screw up my already fractured life. I clutched my seizing heart. My parents were going to kill me if they ever heard about this.

I’d stake Sin the next time I saw him. I’d wait until sunrise when he slept and jab toothpicks in his black heart, making his death slow and painful. I spun to face a very confused Valerio.

He’d followed me and stood in the middle of the room, staring as if I’d grown a second head.

An incubus on the hunt for a new succubus wife was my worst nightmare. My heart wasn’t screwed in right and I suffered for it. I wouldn’t drag Valerio’s whole family down with me. What wives would agree to take me in when I offered nothing to the marriage? Unemployed, living with my parents and a college dropout. I couldn’t handle any more rejection. I was just starting to heal.

Why hadn’t my parents warned me? Instead, they sent my sisters. They knew this incubus was in town wife-shopping and hadn’t bothered to tell me a thing. I was both relieved and insulted. I tried to twist the knob one more time behind my back.

Hoel had locked me in.

 

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BIG LOVE – Is It Possible?

Is it possible to have a loving, lasting relationship with more than one person…at the same time? This is the burning question Tina faces in PARTY of THREE – available now from Carina Press.
Party of Three
After three years of denying herself any sort of physical relationship—if you want to know why, you need to read the book!—Tina is ready to climb back aboard the sex-train. The only problem is, she’s chosen the worst possible partner…Kenton. Her best friend, Des, stops her from making a colossal mistake with Kenton and instead gently coerces her into a threesome romp with her and her boyfriend, Josh. Although the experience blows her mind, Tina is afraid her one night of ‘blissful sin’ will ruin her friendship forever. What she doesn’t expect is to be invited to join Josh and Des again…and again…and again. She should say no, but she can’t.

Soon the affair becomes about more than just sex. The three involved struggle with their newfound feelings and, for various reasons, are scared to share how they feel and what they really want from one another. In the meantime, there is someone who is intent on breaking the threesome apart. Kenton is charming, manipulative, selfish and cruel. He represents the line—the one Tina fears most—that separates healthy sexual exploration from deviancy. Like Des and Josh, he has his sights set on Tina. Unlike Des and Josh, he doesn’t want to love her, he wants to hurt her.

Told from Tina’s point of view, PARTY OF THREE follows her sexual journey and the internal conflict she faces as she tries to make sense of her feelings for both Josh and Des. Tina needs to decide where she draws her line as to what is acceptable in a romantic relationship. But, she is carrying around far too much guilt and she thinks she doesn’t deserve the love of one, let alone two incredible individuals. Because of this guilt, she does everything in her power to sabotage what could be an amazing alternative relationship. To read an excerpt, click here.

I find alternative lifestyles fascinating (probably because I live a very traditional one). I blame my archaeology degree on the fact that I want to know why we live the way we do. After studying ancient cultures and participating in field schools around the world, I’ve come to believe that ‘normal’ is only a construct defined by the society we live in.

I’m interested in the family dynamics exposed in programs like Sister Wives and Big Love. Books like Stieg Larsson’s, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo are among my recent favorites, not just because of the original plot and characterization, but because Larsson gives the reader a glimpse into Swedish culture where ideas about fidelity and multiple partners are a little less conventional than here in America. Vicky Christina Barcelona touches on this theme as well. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a wonderfully sensual film where a tempestuous marriage seems to work better when a third person gets involved.

Javier BardemOkay, the real reason I love Vicky Christina Barcelona is because Javier Bardem is in it. Let’s face it, that man is just plain sexy—with the five o’clock shadow, those long lashes and that accent? Mm-mmm! I could go for some of that!

Now, if only I could convince my husband…

So, getting back to my original question. Is it possible to be involved in a loving relationship with more than one person? I’d love to hear what you think.

Daire St. Denis is an adventure seeker and a wine lover. She’s also a seasonal hermit. So, in order to spice up her long, lonely winters in Canada, she pens hot (and sometimes very hot) tales.

You can check her out at www.dairestdenis.com
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Confessions of a Footnote Fetishist

I have a confession to make and it’s a little bit of an embarrassing one.

It’s something I’ve obsessed over for years.

I tend to tell blurt it out, even when I promised myself that this time, I’ll keep a lid on it.   People on the street, people I get stuck beside in long lines, family, friends, the cats – it doesn’t seem to matter.

*whispering* I have a long standing addiction to footnotes.

footnotes
There.

I said it.

My name is Elyse Mady and I’m addicted to subscripts and itty-bitty fonts, all crammed down at the bottom of the page.  I always read them.  Sometimes, I even read them first.

And don’t even get me started on bibliographies and works cited.  Monographs.  Secondary sources.  My heart beats faster at the thought.

I definitely got to indulge while I was writing my latest book, “The White Swan Affair” because while it’s a romance with not one but two happily ever afters, many of the events in the story really happened.

The White Swan Affair

In July, 1810, there was a raid on a molly house in London and a tailor named Robert Aspinall was arrested and subsequently tried in what was, before Oscar Wilde’s trial in the late 19th century, one of the most notorious prosecutions of homosexuals in modern English history.    Might seem an odd place to go looking for romance, but when I stumbled across a mention of the trial in, of all things, a footnote, my story senses started tingling.  *clang, clang clang*

Something about the event, and the treatment of not only the accused (which I think can be summed up as appalling) but their families, too, who had to partake in their vilification, appealed to me as a writer.  What would it be like to find out that your husband — a grocer from Essex, or a solider or a carter perhaps — has been leading a double life?  What would you do when no one will acknowledge you, because your father or your brother or your son has been identified by name in the papers as committing a crime ‘too unnatural’ to speak of’?  When your business is ruined and the accused faces death by hanging for their transgression?  The injustice of it all made me want to tell something of the story.  I had to.  The character of Hester simply walked into my mind, worried and distracted about her brother’s fate, and demanded that I start.

So for the first time in my writing career, I was delving into real people and real history.  This meant a lot of research.    I read primary sources, like trial transcripts from the Old Bailey and newspaper accounts and studied prints and maps to get a sense of where everything was happening.    Lots and lots of it never ends up on the page and I’m OK with that because a romance novel should be, first and foremost, about the romance.  And some of it is simply the product of my imagination and best guesses, because that’s what a writer does when they’re telling a story.

But it was exciting learning about a Regency world where balls and Lady Jersey and 10,000 a year weren’t the focus – where life was incredibly hard and bravery took many forms and often involved making difficult decisions where the only hope was to mitigate hardship, not escape it.

So that’s what my love of footnotes has led me to.  A story I was compelled to tell and that I hope readers will enjoy immersing themselves in as much as I did, if only to gain an even greater appreciation of a time and a place so many of us love to escape to.

I’ll never underestimate the power of subscript again!

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Elyse Mady is the author of  “The White Swan Affair”, The Debutante’s Dilemma”, Something So Right” and “Learning Curves, all with Carina Press.  She blogs at www.elysemady.com.  You can also find her on Twitter at @elysemady, Facebook and Goodreads.

In addition to her writing commitments, Elyse also teaches film and literature at a local college. In her free time she enjoys (well, enjoys might be too strong a word – perhaps pursues with dogged determination would be better) never ending renovations on their century home with her intrepid husband and two boys.

With her excellent writerly imagination, she one day dreams of topping the NY Times Bestseller’s List and reclaiming her pre-kid body without the bother of either sit-ups or the denunciation of ice-cream