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It’s been a while since I got to share space with another author, and I’m excited that the one to break that drought is Alice Orr, who has a new book in her ‘Riverton Road’ series releasing this week!  At my very first writers’ conference a long, long time ago, Alice was one of the speakers, in her former life as a literary agent.  Now I get to host her here with her own romance novel, so I’m excited.   Welcome, Alice!

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A Time of Fear & Loving – Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Book 5

Mike & Amanda’s Story

by Alice Orr #Romance #Suspense #MFRWauthor #IndieAuthor

 

I’m not used to readers reacting ambivalently toward my female characters, much less getting upset with them, but this is precisely what might happen with Willow Fowler. She’s an old friend of my heroine, Amanda Miller, whom I suspect most people will like, maybe even a lot. Willow, on the other hand, is a restless soul. That restlessness gets her into serious trouble sometimes, and she is about to drag Amanda into serious trouble as well.

 

I might have my doubts about Willow too if she weren’t, now that I think about it, a little like me. She’s headstrong and sometimes impulsive. She knows what she wants out of life and what she does not want. She goes after what she wants, occasionally without as much forethought as would be wise. I’ve been known to do that myself.

 

But, the problem here is this. What kind of mess can Willow get our Amanda into, and how will she find her way out of the mess while saving Willow also? Or, is any of that even possible?

 

 

Excerpt:

Amanda had survived her unexpected encounter with Mike Schaeffer. She’d been cool and impersonal. She hadn’t allowed herself a blink of an eye when the rasp in his voice made her want to touch the tanned skin of his throat where she might feel the sound. Part of her was still infatuated with him, but she hadn’t let a single sign of that betray her and she never would. She was repeating this resolve to herself and fitting her keycard into the slot in her hotel room door when Willow Fowler was suddenly there also.

“Get inside. Quickly!” she said.

Before Amanda could fully comprehend her surprise, Willow’s delicate fingers with their perfectly shaped nails were flat against the door, shoving it ajar. She slipped through the opening as urgently as she’d spoken into Amanda’s ear a moment ago. She followed inside and watched her old friend hurry to the window, yank the draperies closed, then peek between the folds.

“Please, shut the door,” she said, sounding even more anxious than she’d been in the hallway.

Amanda dropped her luggage and slammed the door’s lock guard shut as if her friend’s anxiety might be contagious. She’d seen Willow’s eyes just now, and something in their lustrous brown depths had leapt across the room. Amanda found herself suddenly apprehensive and not liking the feeling.

“What’s going on here, Willow?”

“I’m in the most desperate trouble, Amanda. You have to believe me.”

“I believe you. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“And I cannot thank you enough for coming.”

Willow darted to Amanda’s side to grasp her hand.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to tear yourself away from your responsibilities,” Willow said. “I know how busy you must be.”

“I needed a break,” Amanda answered. “Besides, I haven’t forgotten how you helped me all those years ago when I needed you.”

“Be that as it may, I do not recall anyone ever doing anything this kind for me. Not ever.”

Amanda smiled. Willow had always used phrases like, “Be that as it may.” Even when they were girls together, she’d sometimes talked like an old spinster lady with tatted doilies pinned to her furniture. At the same time, Willow was anything but spinsterish in most ways. She was irrepressible. Amanda’d had her own high energy in those days too, driven by her determination to get out of the North Country and never return.

Even so, her father’s relentless need to dominate and her mother’s distracted indifference could deflate Amanda’s enthusiasm. Those were the moments when having Willow for a friend was a special blessing. Amanda would plug into Willow’s exuberance and, before long, feel recharged enough to take on Jake or Millicent or anybody. Maybe Amanda could return some of that gift now. The possibility felt good to her, and right too. What didn’t feel either good or right was seeing Willow’s usual liveliness transformed into a state of near panic.

“What exactly has your husband done to you?” Amanda asked.

Buy A Time of Fear & Loving HERE.

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ALICE ORR is the author of 16 novels, 3 novellas, a memoir and No More Rejections: 50 Secrets to Writing a Manuscript that Sells. A former book editor and literary agent, Alice now lives her dream as a full-time writer. She has two grown children and two perfect grandchildren and resides with her husband Jonathan in New York City and New Jersey.

Alice’s Website – www.aliceorrbooks.com

Alice’s Facebook Page – https://www.facebook.com/aliceorrwriter

Alice’s Twitter Page – https://twitter.com/aliceorrbooks

 

 

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I love being able to share new releases with you, and it’s been a while since I got to do that.  Today’s guest author, Lisabet Sarai’s latest release is out this month:

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Want to know more?  Read on…

When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused, she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular virtual world. Rachel’s not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but for some reason, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky appeal.

Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

That doesn’t bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart. It seems that love may harmonize their differing goals and values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart forever.

 

Did that whet your appetite for more?  Well, I also happen to have a story snippet to share with you…

 

PG Excerpt:

She’s not what I expected. She’s soft and full, not lean and angular like most Californians. None of the gym-toned muscles everyone sports here in the land of sunshine. And she’s young, much younger than someone so filthy rich has any right to be. Her designer watch must have cost more than two months of my professor’s salary. On the other hand, I can hardly complain about her wealth, can I, since my pet project is the beneficiary of her largesse?

Hunkering down in the leather-upholstered back seat of her disgustingly opulent vehicle, I try to calm myself. I’m sweating like a pig, and my muscles are in knots. I gulp down orange juice from the bar I’d ridiculed and focus on my breathing the way Dr. Hopkins has taught me. I force myself not to count the telephone poles whizzing by. I know that will only make it worse.

When I pat my pocket, I can’t help grinning a bit. Two hundred fifty thousand! We can equip a new mobile development lab and hire two trainers for a year. Or take our outreach into junior high schools. Or even expand to some of the Rust Belt cities where the recession has hit particularly hard…

No, this wouldn’t be enough for that. But Dr. Zelinsky—Rachel—had indicated there might be more.

Rachel. Bringing up the search engine on my phone, I type in her name. I should have done this before the meeting, of course, but I was much too nervous. Up until the moment her limousine pulled up in front of my building, I still thought I might back out.

The screen fills with images and links. There’s even a Wikipedia article. I flip through the text, digesting the basics. Born in Brooklyn. An MBA from Harvard and a PhD—in physics!—from MIT. Looking Glass is her third company. She sold the first to IBM and the second to Microsoft.

A real high roller. And MirrorWorld is a huge hit—the main article on the virtual environment runs pages and pages. Since the Looking Glass IPO almost two years ago, the company stock has increased in value by an unbelievable 224%.

She can afford a quarter of a million for charity. For her, that’s petty change.

By the time we arrive back at my complex, I’m pretty much back to normal. At least what counts as normal for me. I nod at the uniformed driver who opens the door for me, trying to pretend I do this every day. The Vietnamese gardener is spreading new mulch on the flower beds in front of my building. Averting my eyes and ignoring his greeting—after all, I can barely understand his English— I hustle up the wooden steps to my second floor condo.

It’s quiet and cool inside. The soft hiss of the air conditioning soothes me. I flip on the stereo, something by Brahms, turn the volume down low, then stretch out on my bed, fully clothed.

The money is mine, free and clear. I’ll ask my sister to deposit it tomorrow. I don’t need to see Rachel Zelinsky again.

I can’t stop thinking about her, though. I recall one of the pictures from the web article, a black and white photo of a skinny teenager with a mop of curls, standing in front of some science fair project. She didn’t have those curves yet. No, but I recognize the expression, that determined set of her mouth and those laser-sharp eyes under the dark eyebrows. She was going to win—there was no question.

 

Theo seems hooked already, doesn’t he?  How about you?

For everyone who now wants to read the rest, here’s where you can find Lisabet’s book The Gazillionaire and the Virgin:

Amazon US

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01B76B95K/

Amazon UK

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01B76B95K/

Barnes & Noble

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-gazillionaire-and-the-virgin-lisbet-sarai/1123327821?ean=2940157884932

All Romance

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thegazillionaireandthevirgin-1974313-354.html

Kobo

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-gazillionaire-and-the-virgin

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28766414-the-gazillionaire-and-the-virgin

About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

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Happy new release month, Lisabet!

 

Holiday Wishes

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That picture above is the sort of thing I would like to see when I look out of my window.  It is December, after all.  But it’s much too warm here even for flurries.   Maybe by the time the solstice gets here in a couple of weeks, but it doesn’t look promising–we haven’t had a really great snow in a couple of winters.  Most likely, our holiday lights will look like this, only without the nifty reflections on water, as our tree in the front yard is  surrounded by the greenish-brown of the lawn this time of year:

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That is actually one of my favorite places to go over the holidays, Longwood Gardens.  They always have a gorgeous light display, and if you time your visit right, you won’t be shoulder to shoulder with a thousand other people hoping to look at the pretty lights, too.  I think our visit this year, though, isn’t going to happen till the end of the display in January.

Instead of the writing I planned to be doing today, I’ve spent most of the day working on social media things.  That will make it easier for you all to find me and interact, but it didn’t put words on my pages.  I think I need a clone.  Maybe just from October through January.  Then I can get everything done.  That isn’t one of my holiday wishes, though.

I wish there wasn’t always so much horror on the evening news, though wishing won’t help that–that’s why I vote at every opportunity and write letters to politicians who probably dread seeing my email in their inbox again.

I wish we all had as much reading time as we wanted–without it wreaking havoc in our lives in any way, like day-jobs.

I wish some of my favorite authors wrote more frequently than they do–I realized about two months ago that it has been an eon since I had a new Linda Howard book to read.

I wish you could see my pretty, redesigned website.  Oh, but you will, very shortly!  My web designer is making some final tweaks, and then I am going to have a fun little party on my Facebook page to celebrate.

I also wish some of you will come out to see me on Valentine’s Day weekend at a booksigning.  I’ll post details a little closer to the actual event, but south-central Pennsylvania, I’ll be signing with a great bunch of authors, just like last year on Valentine’s Day, and I can’t wait to meet you, and to see some of you again!

I wish a couple of Santa’s elves would come down from the North pole to do my holiday baking.  I know.  They’ll be too busy packing the sleigh.  Maybe I can put in a request now for next year…

What are some of your wishes for the holiday season?

Happy reading!

Story Snippet: Tiger Shifter

I’ve been working on chores for the better part of the weekend–much longer than I planned to be, so I am doing something fun for a few minutes:  sharing a pair of story snippets.  The first is on my Facebook page, from Medusa #3, a quick taste of Kat and Hunter.

But for here, I’m going to post a little bit from the tiger shifter I am finishing up this month.  My hero, Harley, is so yummy!

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They walked into the house in silence. She shot him a curious glance when he continued at her side up the stairs. “Thank you for feeding me, Harley,” she said when they reached the first landing.

“No problem.” He touched her elbow, and she resumed walking along the hallway to the guest room she always used.

She swallowed as she turned to face him.

He gave in to the urge to brush a strand of hair away from her temple, and watched her eyes widen, surprise darkening them.

Harley bent nearer. Her hand shot up, so his mouth ran into it. He lifted one eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” Her voice quavered just a little.

He smiled against her palm, enjoying the warmth of her skin.  “Kissing you good-night. It’s customary at the end of a date.”

Her eyes widened still more. “We’re not dating.”

He kissed her palm. “I believe we just returned from a dinner date. Dancing and drinks.” He inhaled her scent, and his desire kicked up a few more notches.

Her throat worked as she swallowed, color tinting her cheeks. “I think this is a bad idea.”

He stifled another smile at the way her voice shook and instead flicked his tongue out to taste her skin.

Her breath caught.

“I think it’s a fantastic idea.” He nibbled his way across her palm to her thumb. “You taste good. I can’t wait to taste your mouth.”

Her breathing resumed, much faster now. “Harley.”

He caught her hand and eased it to the wall beside her head as he closed the distance between them so only an inch separated their lips. “Yes, Tessa?”

Emotion swirled in her wide green eyes. He scented her burgeoning arousal in the air, and his body tightened in response.

He waited several heartbeats, watching her gaze slide to his mouth, and noted the way her tongue slid out just a little at the corner of her lips. Then he ducked in to kiss her.

She tasted better than he’d imagined. Warm and sweet. Her lips parted easily under his, but he deliberately kept the kiss light. She was already spooked, wary. If he dove in head-first, she’d run faster.

Not that he doubted he could catch her. Easily.

When he finally lifted his head, her eyes were shut, and her lips parted and wet. Tempting him to bend back and take them again. Just briefly. Then he released her. It took a few seconds before her lashes fluttered up, and her hand slowly dropped to her side.

Harley banked the urge to press closer. The scant space between them already had his senses reeling. He waited until her eyes cleared slightly. “Sleep well, little Tessa,” he said softly, taking a step back. The cooler air flowing between them did nothing to dampen his arousal.

Or hers, judging by the flush on her face and the wild pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. She swallowed hard and reached behind her for the doorknob. “Good night.” It came out a hoarse whisper.

He waited while she fumbled with the door, resisting the urge to grab her for one more kiss. He watched her back into the bedroom, her wide eyes fixed on his face until she pushed the door shut.

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First kisses are always so much fun, aren’t they?  But Tessa isn’t going to make it easy for him to get a second kiss.

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Photo credit: Tarique Sani / Foter / CC BY-NC-SA )

I also want to let you all know about a fun release party I’m taking part in for a fellow Samhain author this week.  Teresa Noelle Roberts has a hot new romance coming out on Tuesday, Sept. 22, and she’s having a two-day Facebook party to celebrate!  I’ll be there Wednesday night, Sept. 23, from 7 – 7:30 p.m. EST.  There are lots of authors helping her party, and I hope to see lots of you there with us!  Besides fun party games, there will be man-candy and giveaways.  I might even have a nice little box of things waiting.  Really, I do hope to see you lots of you there.  I always have so much fun with the other authors and with all the readers.

Now I must go back to work, though once supper is out of the way, I actually get to do work I want to do–writing!  And if you let me know what you think of Harley and Tessa, and how you feel about shifter stories, I’d love it!  Happy Sunday!

 

Hey, everyone!  I’ve been working very hard at the day-job the past couple of weeks, so I am very pleased to have the opportunity to introduce you to another guest author!  If you like your romance grounded in pure fantasy, you definitely want to check out D. R. Grady’s new release, which is out this week!  And if you’re a dragon fan like me, then you definitely need to check out The Dragon Chronicles: Learning.  

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The Dragon Chronicles: Learning
Blurb
Peace has reigned for so long, most beings believe dragons are mere myths, including elf professor Dr. Lindy Veles. After meeting attractive Dr. Alex von Schreider—a surly professor from a bear shifter family who possesses plenty of paranormal power, yet can’t shift—things start to spiral downward. Especially when he catches Lindy’s strong shifter scent. Elves don’t normally shift. Alex finds the compelling elf’s denials suspicious. Lindy thinks he’s crazy to believe she’s a shifter.

As they delve into the ancient Dragon Chronicles, tomes about dragons, it quickly becomes clear their efforts are no mere academic exercise. Dragons are suddenly becoming all too real. When Lindy shifts into one, Alex discovers he’s meant to control her dragon—the most powerful creature on earth. The pair is caught in the middle of two raging battles . . . their own personal emotional war and the war to save their world.

With the clock ticking, Lindy and Alex must surrender their misconceptions about themselves and dragons, and unite to begin the fight for their very existence.

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A carefree elf and a surly bear non-shifter have to unite to save the world. Too bad no one believes in dragons, until she turns into one under dire circumstances.

Excerpt: 

“Was there a fire?” Keely brushed wayward curls from her cheek.

“Yes.” Alex’s eyes swept over Lindy, then dismissed her.

Keely gasped. “What caused it?”

“We think some fire elementals might be coming into their powers. Fortunately it was caught immediately and some water elementals managed to put it out.”

“When can we go back to bed?” An English professor whose name escaped her spoke up.

“In a few minutes.” Alex scribbled something on the bottom of the paper.

“Every wing is being checked by the fire department. They’ll give us the signal when they’re finished.”

With those words, Phil nipped away, probably to finish his head counting.

The blanket swathed around Lindy slipped and with an absent air she caught it. Another section drooped, so she unwrapped the covering in order to wind the material more securely around her.

As her attention drifted to the heavy muscles of Alex’s chest, his eyes narrowed on her. Lindy actually turned around to see what he was scowling about.

No one else stood in his direct line of vision. She returned his ill-tempered frown. Fortunately, Keely snagged her attention with a question.

She hated having people mad at her, but this was different. What had happened in those first few seconds of their meeting to change his mind about her? The answer eluded her. Her fists curled.

Well, it’s not your problem, is it? She didn’t know what had happened, but her course of action remained the same—continue to avoid him.

Though she’d have to forget all about his yummy chest and those amazing arms.

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D.R. Grady lives with her husband near Hershey, PA. She adores chocolate, laughing, collecting bags, books, and shoes, and adores writing stories that resonate with others.

Website: www.drgradybooks.com
Twitter: @drgradybooks https://twitter.com/drgradybooks
Facebook Page: D.R. Grady https://www.facebook.com/drgradybooks
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Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007HR0ULS

 

 

The Real Deal

I’m excited to share a hot new release with you today!  Jane Leopold Quinn’s The Real Deal came out yesterday from Ellora’s Cave.

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Jane very kindly sent us a little snippet of story, and some details that will definitely pique your interest.  I know I need to read more!

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The Real Deal
The Second Birchwood Falls Book
by Jane Leopold Quinn
Ellora’s Cave

Blurb:

When her fiancé is busted at a gentlemen’s club, Norah Ballard calls off the wedding. Shocked and humiliated, she takes the first train out of Chicago and ends up in a picturesque small town called Birchwood Falls.

Michael Banning spots the new woman in town and recognizes her from college. She’s even more gorgeous and sophisticated now. He’s no longer the nerd he was back then, and now that she’s on his turf, he’s going to touch and taste every sleek, beautiful inch of her. Whatever her reason is for being in his town, he’ll fulfill all her desires so she never wants to leave.

Norah doesn’t plan to let another man—no matter how sweet, smart and sexy—get close enough to hurt her again. But Mike’s passionate pursuit of her, the way he seems to know just how to arouse her, awakens a sexual hunger she didn’t know she had.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt – R-rated

(Mike has just asked Norah to dance with him…)

Mike raised one eyebrow at her in silent invitation.

She held up a hand, palm out, in a oh no, that’s not necessary sign and regretfully shook her head.

“Come on, let’s dance. I’m not too bad.” He treated her to a confident smile. Pretty confident for someone under investigation for committing a crime. And very attractive. This was turning out to be a crazy town, so what the hell. It was just a dance. Taking his hand, she rose and followed him to the dance floor.

Mike, sliding his arm around Norah’s waist, tucked her in close—breast to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh. This was where he’d wanted her since she’d first sat down at the table, actually since he’d first seen her again in Ollie’s.

He just plain wanted her. It was amazing someone he barely knew from his college days would be the one to arouse his sexual hunger again. He knew pretty much all the women in town and none of them appealed to him as much as Norah did. Celibate for too long, he’d been busy teaching and working in the bar. Then one day he walks into his own place and immediately spots her in the corner. Damn Axel. It would have been nice to renew their acquaintance without her being accosted first by that jerk. But on the other hand, he’d been able to rescue her. Knight in shining armor and all that. Thank you, Axel.

Oh boy. She was a perfect fit in his arms. Beautiful and smart. Beautiful and a great figure, can’t forget that. He skimmed his hand up her back between her jacket and silky blouse. She felt supple and firm at the same time, if that made any sense. It did to him. She sighed softly and melted against his chest. Spanning her narrow waist with his palm, he tightened his hold on the small of her back. The lengths of their thighs brushed together and he had no doubt his swollen shaft, pressing on her belly, was a dead giveaway. It wasn’t like he could control the reaction of his cock when he held a gorgeous woman in his arms.

“This is a fast song, Mike.” She had to press even closer and lean up to make sure he could hear her.

That made him smile. And smolder since it crushed her breasts against him. Then she tried to strong arm herself away. Uh uh. He tightened his hold. “I know,” he replied smugly, her sensual breathy words in his ear raising goose bumps across his neck. “I’m not much of a fast dancer,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, wisping the short strands curled there.

It had been so long since he’d had sex and she touched something inside him, something protective. Something needy, something longing, yearning. The mystery of why she was in B Falls took his mind off the shock of the cheating allegations. They made him feel alone and vulnerable. Hugs from his mom weren’t exactly what he needed at the moment. A walking wet dream was. And he intended to enjoy this as long as possible.

Happily for him the music finally turned slow. If she wanted to back away from him, she didn’t follow through. Her hand crawled up his arm and settled primly over his shoulder. He clasped her other hand in his and rested both on his chest. She stiffened a moment but then, relenting, relaxed against him.

“See, I’m much better at slow, Norah.” She huffed a short laugh. He couldn’t breathe, barely moved his feet, just held her gaze, on and on, ensnared within her light eyes. Intriguing. Compelling. Mysterious. He realized he’d never seen them in daylight. What color were they anyway?

Why is she here? Oh, what the hell. You have a beautiful woman in your arms. You’re slow dancing. What more did he want and it almost made him forget the trouble he was in. “Thank you.” His whole body snapped to attention and he almost groaned aloud when her fingers touched the long hair at his nape.

“What?” She sounded drowsy and seductive as if just waking up after a night of intoxicating full out sex.

The Real Deal is available here and here.

Bio
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

My Books

Ellora’s Cave
Lost and Found
The Real Deal

Indie
Valentine’s Day
His Hers & His
The Keeper
Soldier, Come Home
Winning Violetta
A Promise at Dawn
Jake and Ivy
Wooing the Librarian
Home to Stay
The Long Road to You (coming February 5, 2015)

Siren
Undercover Lover
Mercenary Desires
I’ll Be Your Last

 

Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality

http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com 

https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor
Amazon Author Page

 

 

 

 

Today’s the Day!

Wooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo!

Yes, I am excited.  Just a tad.  Okay, more than a tad.

Today is the day Hunting Medusa comes out in paperback!  Maybe it’s silly that I’m just as excited as I was when the ebook was released last January, but I don’t care.  There were days over the last decade when I thought I would never see this day, so I’m going to enjoy it.

And while I’m enjoying it, I have goodies to share with readers!  I’m hosting a Paperback Release Day party over on my Facebook page for most of the day.  I have all kinds of things to give away:  swag, books, gift cards, and a nice big box full of stuff at the end of it all.  Some of the giveaways require a little work, but it’s fun work.  I’ve got story snippets to share.  I’ve also got some cabana boys lined up to come serve drinks and desserts throughout the party, and if you have one you like, bring him along, too, but please come on over!

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My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?

Today is the day I finally get to pet my very pretty book.  I hope you come celebrate with me!

 

I am in countdown mode right now:  only four more days until Hunting Medusa is out in trade paperback.  This is as exciting as pub day last January, if only because it means I’m going to get to hold my book in my own hands at last!  Also, I know I have some friends and readers who aren’t so wild about e-books, so they’ve been waiting impatiently for the paperback so they can read the story, too, and I’m excited for them to get to read it finally.  If you have been waiting for the paperback, too, it is up for pre-ordering at Samhain, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.  I’m looking forward to getting to pet my pretty cover when it’s attached to the rest of the book at last!

My shiny new cover art! isn't it pretty?

My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?

Also, I have a guest blog up this morning with the generous Jessie Clever here.  It’s been so much fun doing these guest posts, and answering some of these questions was challenging.  I hope you’ll all check it out.

Now I’m heading back to the fresh rewrites on my second Medusa.  And counting down, not just to paperback release day, but the Facebook party I’ll be hosting on paperback release day.  I’ve got goodies to give away during the course of the day, including, books, gift certificates, and a big box full of things at the end of the party.  I hope you’ll come join me.

 

 

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This is very similar to the way things will look in my world for the next month since my day-job is in retail.  My coworkers and I will grin and bear it when we really want to run, screaming, from the building, and in my ‘down time’, I will keep working on these rewrites from hell, as well as prepping for the January 6 paperback release of Hunting Medusa.  I have started a nice little collection of goodies for the release day party over on my Facebook page.

Today, as a procrastination device to put off the desire to gouge out my eyeballs from staring at these wretched rewrites, I posted a little snippet of Andrea and Kallan’s story there, too, in case you want to take a peek.  I’ve also started making a list of places I’ll be guest-blogging in the next month or so, leading up to the paperback release.

And hey, why not a different story snippet here, too?  Just in case you need enticing when release day rolls around…

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She met his gaze, her own troubled. “I don’t suppose you’d just leave. Let me alone.”

Something in his chest tightened, and he shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Besides, I’ve already found you. That means others can find you as well.” Somehow, he hadn’t thought of that before, and it unsettled him. Any of his dozens of cousins could be on their way to Andrea’s mountain now, following the same vague clues he had, intent on killing her. And none of them knew they couldn’t take the amulet after they did. Somehow, that bothered him less than the idea of one of them killing her.

“You have to figure something out soon then. You only have a day or so.”

Then her curse would kick in, and she could kill him instead of the other way around. And with far less difficulty.

Kallan sighed, tipping his head back to look up at the dark green canopy for a moment. “I’ll figure something out,” he said at last. “Let’s walk some more.”

She looked away, her mouth turned down, as they began to walk.

He linked their fingers again, ignoring her slight start at the touch, and led her deeper into the forest.

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Now I want to go admire my pretty cover again.

HuntingMedusa72webThat would be a good way to procrastinate, too, right?

How crazy are things going to be in your world for the next month?

 

Thankful

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Here in the U.S, it’s the season for gratitude with Thanksgiving only a week away.  Our table won’t look quite like the one above, but there will be lots of good food on it, and good company around it.  I have a lot to be thankful for next week, aside from the usuals of family, health, a roof over our heads, and the food on the table.

Earlier this month, I got my first peek at the RT Book Reviews Magazine review of Hunting Medusa.  I knew they had it, because it was mentioned in the previews for January a couple of months ago, so I’ve been nervous, hoping the reviewer who wound up with it wouldn’t hate it.  She didn’t, which was a huge relief to me.  If you’re curious, you can check it out, too, here.  Now I can go back to counting down days until the trade paperback release ( 46, in case anybody else is counting down) while I continue to work on the rewrites of Protecting Medusa.  And by rewrites, I mean shredding and rearranging of the whole thing.

I also discovered that my publisher has listed the paperback on my book’s page in their store, with a pre-order date of December 7.  That’s exciting, because it means not only can all the ebook readers have my book, but the ones who prefer a physical book in their hands will have the 0pportunity pretty soon, too.  Plus I can hold it myself, which is thrilling, and something I’ve dreamed of for many years.

In the same span of two days, I also received an invitation to do an interview, which you may have already checked out via my last blog post last week.  I hadn’t even thought about interviews when I’ve been working on promo for the paperback release, and I’m more accustomed to being on the question side, rather than the answer side, from my years as a reviewer.  It was a fun interview to do, and if you haven’t, I hope you’ll check it out.

I’ve also been busy preparing for the paperback release in January.  I’ve lined up guest blogs, picked up goodies for giveaways over on my Facebook page for release day, am working on rounding up some author friends to come play, and I hope you’ll enjoy all of that as well.

Despite the busyness and hectic pace (not even counting the evil day-job!), I am thankful for all of these things this year.  For those of you who have already read Hunting Medusa, and for those of you who’ve been waiting for the paperback.

What are you thankful for in this Thanksgiving season?