Weekend Writing Warriorsis a great way to find new authors, get snippets of your favorite authors' works, and get sneak peaks of upcoming books. Visit the link, and thanks for your support. For the next few weeks, I'll be giving peeks of chapters from book 1 of Diamond Series. Diamonds Aren't Forever. To keep readers interested in the series before it goes on sale for the holidays.
At the time, he’d barked out a
laugh at her assumption he and his brother, Thierry, were there for a night of
loving. It had died quickly on his lips as images of her soft naked body
sandwiched between the two of them filled his head. It didn’t help that her
full breasts strained against her cream silk shirt as she struggled against her
bonds.
Braless. Lord help
him, he almost swallowed his tongue. Her nipples were tight buds rasping
against the silky material. His fingers twitched desiring to twist, tweak, and torture them
until she came.
Diamonds Aren't Forever is an erotic, menage, romance. It sets up the mystery that continues throughout the series.
Weekend Writing Warriorsis a great way to find new authors, get snippets of your favorite authors' works, and get sneak peaks of upcoming books. Visit the link, and thanks for your support.
For the next few weeks, I'll be giving peeks of chapters from book 1 of Diamond Series. Diamonds Aren't Forever. To keep readers interested in the series before it goes on sale for the holidays.
“You
tryin’ to tell me something, chère?” His deep voice wound around
her sending fine tremors through her body. Stop this. She knew
those tremors had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with desire.
What I wouldn’t give to be wet with sweat after hours of lovemaking.
Between
her underused body and overactive imagination that worked well in
writing novels, but not here, not now. She was her worst enemy. Get. It.
Together.
Peyton
wasn’t too lost in thought not to feel his strong fingers brushing against the
base of her neck, or her reaction. Diamonds Aren't Foreversets up the mystery that continues throughout the series. And, it has one of my favorite elements of romance, a menage.
Sorry for the disappearing act on the last few Tuesdays. It's not that I haven't been writing, it seems my hero and heroine in book 2 have finally decided to spread their wings. And, boy have they kept me hopping.
And the blog posts suffer. But, I'm here. So, I know you hate to hear it so soon, but the holidays are upon us. And, I, like many authors will be offering a special deal on my book. So, for the next few weeks, I'll be giving out teasers on Diamonds Aren't Forever
Peyton fell unceremoniously onto
the leather sofa. She let out a muffled oomph around the gag in her mouth. Bound
at her wrists and ankles, she struggled to sit only to sink further into the
buttery soft cushions.
The irony of the situation wasn’t
lost on her. How had she become the cliché she wrote about; a woman
antagonizing her attacker only to wind up tied up like a Christmas present.
Peyton had written hundreds of
scenes like the one she was in right now. Worse even. And the heroines always
came out without a scrape.
Fiction
vs. reality here, Peyton.
Her arms bound behind her ached, her chafed wrists and ankles concurred.
Shaking off the momentary jaunt
into irrational thinking, she knew the only way to get out of this was to keep
a level head. However, if her actions of the last hour were a good indicator of
things to come, Peyton had a sneaky suspicion that wasn’t going to happen.
Her mind raced back to seeing the
man, towering above her now, sitting in the back of the limo. All rational
thought had fled.
Was he at the party? Not that it
mattered if he was a fan, but maybe Shelbie or Arabella had seen him and his
brother and knew their identities.
Frowning down at the beauty
sprawled before him, Sebastian Boudreaux’s sour mood worsened. He was here to
collect the debt her ex-husband owed not to bed her, though his body seemed to
have other ideas.
What’s
up Boudreaux?It’s simple. Collect the diamonds, she’s a
number. Running his hand through his hair, he tapped down the exasperation
filling him. She’s not the number.Still, you’ve collected debts from countless
families in the past without any problem.
He never liked it. But I collected and got out. Developing a
conscience? He snorted. I was never
that far gone. And papa has taken great strides to rid the casino and his other
holdings of illegal activities. But not all. It takes time. What makes her any different?
Scrubbing a hand over his face
that last question stumped him. She doesn’t
deserve this. None of them did. Frustration rumbled, like a wild animal in
his chest.
Looking at her now, her honey blonde
hair mussed up like they’d just had a night of hot sex, he... “Stop it,”
Sebastian snapped out loud. He turned away, ignoring her amused stare.
Yeah,
well right now I feel as crazy as you think I am. Was it too much to hope she’d
give him what he came for so he could be on his way? But now that he’d smelled
her perfume, touched her, tied her up, what did he actually want?
Her.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Weekend Writing Warriorsis a great way to find new authors, get snippets of your favorite authors' works, and get sneak peaks of upcoming books. Visit the link, and thanks for your support. I'm continuing with Book 2 in the Diamond Series. In this excerpt we find Dagan waiting for Shelbie in a restaurant in Savannah. It's only been a few weeks that he found out her true identity.
He's dressed as the powerful mogul that he is, planning to confront her right away. But, he doesn't get the chance.
Shelbie only knows Dagan as Hunter, a hard working construction foreman.
Dagan
Hunter Caulfield felt like a fool sitting alone in a restaurant in Savannah,
Georgia, waiting for his nemesis. Anger seared through him. Really, no one
would blame him for not knowing who she was.
In fact,
how could he know? He should have. He prided himself on knowing an opponent
inside and out. But this time— he’d been blindsided.
All
because of a few lunch dates. He snorted. More like a few dozen.
What
had happened to him? He’d faced opponents before. Hell, competition and making
enemies were old hat. He’d eaten them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; and
spat them out coming and going.
In the meantime, book 1 of Diamond Series is titledDiamonds Aren't Forever. It sets up the mystery and the menage between Peyton and brothers, Sebastian and Thierry is hot.
Blurb: With her freedom stolen from her by the Father,
Tegan had never lived a life of her own. Whisked away to be a bound human to
Lucius, she never knew what it was like to have a mate to love and cherish her.
Now, after losing three hundred years of memories, Tegan needs to rediscover
everything she’s worked for and learn every lesson again, but this time
something is different. Kaden claims that he is her fated mate.
The reason for Kaden’s exile from the Demon world
is no secret: he beheaded his own king. The one thing that makes his exile
bearable is being close to Tegan. When Tegan returns, he knows he finally has
his chance to make her his, but two people stand in his way: Lucius and Tegan’s
brother, Zaaren.
The war rages on. With the rumor that someone has
raised the Father and the Originals showing signs of waking, the bloodshed will
only get worse.
Dark War Chronicles.
Book 1, In the Light of the Moon A shifter out of control. A war rages on. But not everything is as it seems in Lucius' territory. Book 2, Dance in the Moonlight A Human who can see Paranormal's shapes beneath their skin. An Immortal whose fate is to mate with humans. It's a Dance between Danger and fate. Book 3, On Torn Wings A hunter A missing human A prince whose mate offers him the chance and ability to take his rightful place. See my review of books 1-3 @ Buy the Series Amazon-Light of the Moon B&N Light of the Moon
A.L. Kessler is a paranormal romance
and Steampunk author residing in Colorado Springs. Since she was a teenager,
she's loved weaving stories and spinning tales. When she's not at the
beck-and-call of the Lord and Lady of the House, two black cats by the names of
Jynx and Sophie, training a playful puppy named Zelda, playing with her
daughter, or killing creepers and mining all the things with her husband of 4 years,
she's either reading, participating in NaNoWriMo, or writing in her Blog Writing Rambles.
Weekend Writing Warriorsis a great way to find new authors, get snippets of your favorite authors' works, and get sneak peaks of upcoming books. Visit the link, and thanks for your support.
I'm continuing with Book 2 in the Diamond Series. It's coming along nicely and will be out soon. In the meantime, book 1 of Diamond Series is titledDiamonds Aren't Forever. Pick up your copy. Here we get a glimpse of Arabella, Shelbie's foster sister and sister in crime, and her man. They become an integral part of book 2, setting up for book 3.
Scanning the empty room, she
weighed her options. She’d been trying to contact Shelbie for a week now. Ever
since, Ian walked back into her life.
A shiver, slithered down her
spine. She refused to acknowledge just what that meant.
Call
Diamond. Nope,
not yet. Peyton, Shelbie, and her sister Amalia always ran to Diamond, hanging
on his every word right from the beginning. Not her.
Arabella was too much of a rebel.
She’d tested the man at every turn, and Diamond had proven himself to be caring
and loyal to them, but she held onto her independent
streak.
Hey all. I'm revisiting an author from a previous post. Tracey Alvarez's Due South Series has another book. The release date here in the United States is today. In her neck of the woods, New Zealand it's the 25th, which is the 24th here.
Book three is just as good, if not better than books 1 and 2. This book has a great food theme going on and the hottest sex scene that begins at a kitchen that I've ever read. Here's an excerpt.
He grabbed two sweet butt cheeks in his hands and backed her up to the counter. Soon as he‘d wedged himself against her so she couldn‘t escape, he snatched up her right hand, which crept along to his neat rows of cupcakes.
―Nuh-uh.‖
She glared daggers at him.
―I might throw like a girl,‖ he said. ―But I‘m still bigger and stronger and faster than you are.‖
Her knee jerked, and he thrust forward, grinding into the cradle of her hips. Her eyes widened. Yeah, the oven wasn‘t the only piece of hot equipment in this kitchen.
Lush breasts rubbed against him as her breaths heaved in and out, her pebble-hard nipples stabbing into his chest.
He bent and nipped her bra strap between his teeth, tugging it sideways until it slid off her shoulder.
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