Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! A great big thanks to everyone who stopped by last week to comment! Another snippet with Alex and Angela.
“I just wanted one night, Alex,” she said, continuing before he had time to think of an intelligent response, “one night with the only man in a long time who seemed to see me beneath Candy and still thought I was beautiful. I’m sorry I lied to you.”
The dejection in her tone went straight to his heart, cut him like a knife. More than anything, he wished he had the right words to somehow make this better. He was a lawyer for crying out loud, made his living persuading people. He was damn good at it, too, had an excellent record, but right then, words failed him.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! A great big thanks to everyone who stopped by last week to comment! Another snippet from A Second Chance at Forever. We're in the same the same scene, but a little further along. New chapter and we get to see things from Alex's point of view.
Whatever fury he’d gone into the bathroom with drained from him, a wave of regret taking its place. Swearing under his breath, Alex sank onto the edge of the bed.
“You’re my best friend’s kid sister, Ang. I’ve known you since you were eight.” He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair with all the frustration winding through him. “Christ, if your brother finds out, he’ll have my hide.”
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Whatever fury he’d gone into the bathroom with drained from him, a wave of regret taking its place. Swearing under his breath, Alex sank onto the edge of the bed.
“You’re my best friend’s kid sister, Ang. I’ve known you since you were eight.” He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair with all the frustration winding through him. “Christ, if your brother finds out, he’ll have my hide.”
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! A great big thanks to everyone who stopped by last week to comment! Another snippet from Alex and Angela. This is the point in the story where Alex realizes exactly who Angela is.
“Would you have invited me here tonight if you’d known?” she asked again, every inch of her heavy as the weight of reality descended on her.
He didn’t say anything at first, merely glared across the bed at her. God they were sitting on the very bed they’d just made love on, both still naked, a fact that seeped into her pores and somehow only made her heart ache all the more.
Then his features softened and he jerked his gaze toward the curtained windows. Moonlight streamed in through a crack in the thick curtains, creating a bright streak across the tan carpeting. She could feel the wall that erected between them, watched it go up in the stiff set of his shoulders.
“I don’t know.”
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“Would you have invited me here tonight if you’d known?” she asked again, every inch of her heavy as the weight of reality descended on her.
He didn’t say anything at first, merely glared across the bed at her. God they were sitting on the very bed they’d just made love on, both still naked, a fact that seeped into her pores and somehow only made her heart ache all the more.
Then his features softened and he jerked his gaze toward the curtained windows. Moonlight streamed in through a crack in the thick curtains, creating a bright streak across the tan carpeting. She could feel the wall that erected between them, watched it go up in the stiff set of his shoulders.
“I don’t know.”
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Author Spotlight -- Lorraine Nelson
I have Evernight Publishing author Lorraine Nelson with me today, talking about her new release, Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek. Welcome Lorraine!
NOTE: Below her Q&A, Lorraine has been kind enough to provide a scintillating excerpt from her book, but for those readers who might be uncomfortable with some heat levels, I wanted to add a warning here. It's part of a fairly explicit love scene. I'd rate it at the very least a PG 13, maybe an R. Well worth the read, if you don't mind the heat. ;)
A little bit about Lorraine:
Lorraine Nelson lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one.
“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”
Lorraine lives alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys spending time with her three sons and five grandchildren, with a sixth due in December. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.
She loves to hear from readers. You can keep up with Lorraine’s releases by visiting her Weblog at http://lorrainenelson.wordpress.com/ or email your comments to: lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com.
If you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?
Compassionate, Impulsive and a Homebody
In your upcoming book, what was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I always love the Happily Ever Afters. Writing the ending and tying up all the loose ends can be difficult, but rewarding. I try not to leave readers with any questions except “Who’s next?” in the series.
What kind of hero is your favorite to read? Outside of cowboys, I mean. ;) For example, me, I’m a beta girl all the way. There’s just something about a nice guy.
I love nice guys, too. My heroes are a combination of alpha and beta—strong and protective when they need to be, yet gentle and supportive; not afraid to show their caring side.
Out of all the books you’ve written, are any of them your favorite(s)?
Zakia and the Cowboy has been a favorite of mine, even before I knew what path it would take. There was just that extra something about the characters that spoke to me and kept me writing. The rest of the series seems to follow suit. I feel like I actually know and love them all. The stories almost seem to write themselves. Gotta love that!
Looking at the FAQ on your website, I see you’re a pantser, like me. I know when I write, because characters are such finicky people *wink*, some books are harder to write and some write themselves (don’t wish they’d all do this?). Which was of your books was the easiest to write? Which was the hardest?
Again, Zakia and the Cowboy was a joy to write. The characters led me all the way.
The hardest? I’m not sure. Once I get an idea I’m like a dog with a bone and don’t let up until I have it written. That said, I have quite a few started that I haven’t finished yet. Lol This series seems to be taking precedence. When readers are asking for more, you do your best to give it to them.
Now, I know as writers, we put a lot of ourselves and our worlds into everything we write, comes with the territory I think, but is anything (in any of your books) based on something that happened in real life?
LOL, Joanne! As you said, a lot of ourselves go into our books, but my real life is way too strange to write about. No one would believe it. I have used locations and tourist attractions from the Moncton, NB, area in some of my novels.
Your writing routine—do you write every day? Are you strict about that? Or do you tend to go with the flow? What do you do when you get stuck?
I try to write every day, even if it’s only for a few minutes. Most days, I check my email, and do the Facebook, Twitter and blog things. Then I write. I’m not too strict about it. Some days you have to go with the flow. Life gets busy and we all have priorities. Family always comes first. I’m one of those writers that have 2 or 3 stories on the go at any given time, so if I get stuck (which, thankfully, doesn’t happen often) I open a different manuscript and work on that for a while.
Joanne, thank you so much for having me here to celebrate the release of Book 3 in my Thunder Creek Ranch series entitled Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek.
Thanks very much for being with me today, Lorraine!
Where you can find her:
Website
Blog
Facebook
Twitter
Amazon
Goodreads
The Talent Cave
Email – lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com
Where you can purchase her books:
Evernight Publishing
All Romance eBooks
Bookstrand
Amazon
Blurb:
Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson's mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas' daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?
Excerpt:
The warm water sluiced over their hot bodies in a rushing stream as they stood entwined in the tiny stall. Her kisses tasted like chocolate mint from the candy bars they’d snacked on earlier.
She poured a liberal amount of his shower gel into her palm. “Turn around.”
He did as requested, and she dutifully soaped his back. As her hands moved to soap his chest, she rubbed her breasts against him, and he shivered in response to the sensations rioting through his body. When her hands reached to soap his cock, he gasped, taking in a mouthful of water, which he promptly spewed out.
“Lady, you sure are full of surprises,” he said as he turned to face her, rinsing off under the spray before turning the taps off. He grabbed a towel and dried her body, his ministrations causing exquisite little moans to escape her lips. Quickly drying himself, he tossed the towel aside and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Side-by-side, they walked through to the bedroom where he could make love to her in comfort. He loved this woman. He’d shown her every day in every way he could, but the words themselves didn’t come easy, not since his first wife died and took a piece of his heart with her.
As they lay down, he cuddled close and worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, old memories pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind.
Her breasts spilled from his hands as he massaged their silky softness. “So damned soft. I could play with them all night long.”
She clutched his head urging him forward to taste her rosy buds. “Be my guest.”
He laved a tongue over a nipple, teasing before pulling it into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Her soft murmur of delight spurred him on. He let go of her breast, with a light bite, trailing kisses down over her abdomen to reach the honeyed prize nested in reddish curls. Her legs spread for him, the most feminine part of her open and waiting for his attention.
NOTE: Below her Q&A, Lorraine has been kind enough to provide a scintillating excerpt from her book, but for those readers who might be uncomfortable with some heat levels, I wanted to add a warning here. It's part of a fairly explicit love scene. I'd rate it at the very least a PG 13, maybe an R. Well worth the read, if you don't mind the heat. ;)
A little bit about Lorraine:
Lorraine Nelson lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one.
“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”
Lorraine lives alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys spending time with her three sons and five grandchildren, with a sixth due in December. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.
She loves to hear from readers. You can keep up with Lorraine’s releases by visiting her Weblog at http://lorrainenelson.wordpress.com/ or email your comments to: lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com.
If you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be?
Compassionate, Impulsive and a Homebody
In your upcoming book, what was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
I always love the Happily Ever Afters. Writing the ending and tying up all the loose ends can be difficult, but rewarding. I try not to leave readers with any questions except “Who’s next?” in the series.
What kind of hero is your favorite to read? Outside of cowboys, I mean. ;) For example, me, I’m a beta girl all the way. There’s just something about a nice guy.
I love nice guys, too. My heroes are a combination of alpha and beta—strong and protective when they need to be, yet gentle and supportive; not afraid to show their caring side.
Out of all the books you’ve written, are any of them your favorite(s)?
Zakia and the Cowboy has been a favorite of mine, even before I knew what path it would take. There was just that extra something about the characters that spoke to me and kept me writing. The rest of the series seems to follow suit. I feel like I actually know and love them all. The stories almost seem to write themselves. Gotta love that!
Looking at the FAQ on your website, I see you’re a pantser, like me. I know when I write, because characters are such finicky people *wink*, some books are harder to write and some write themselves (don’t wish they’d all do this?). Which was of your books was the easiest to write? Which was the hardest?
Again, Zakia and the Cowboy was a joy to write. The characters led me all the way.
The hardest? I’m not sure. Once I get an idea I’m like a dog with a bone and don’t let up until I have it written. That said, I have quite a few started that I haven’t finished yet. Lol This series seems to be taking precedence. When readers are asking for more, you do your best to give it to them.
Now, I know as writers, we put a lot of ourselves and our worlds into everything we write, comes with the territory I think, but is anything (in any of your books) based on something that happened in real life?
LOL, Joanne! As you said, a lot of ourselves go into our books, but my real life is way too strange to write about. No one would believe it. I have used locations and tourist attractions from the Moncton, NB, area in some of my novels.
Your writing routine—do you write every day? Are you strict about that? Or do you tend to go with the flow? What do you do when you get stuck?
I try to write every day, even if it’s only for a few minutes. Most days, I check my email, and do the Facebook, Twitter and blog things. Then I write. I’m not too strict about it. Some days you have to go with the flow. Life gets busy and we all have priorities. Family always comes first. I’m one of those writers that have 2 or 3 stories on the go at any given time, so if I get stuck (which, thankfully, doesn’t happen often) I open a different manuscript and work on that for a while.
Joanne, thank you so much for having me here to celebrate the release of Book 3 in my Thunder Creek Ranch series entitled Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek.
Thanks very much for being with me today, Lorraine!
Where you can find her:
Website
Blog
Amazon
Goodreads
The Talent Cave
Email – lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com
Where you can purchase her books:
Evernight Publishing
All Romance eBooks
Bookstrand
Amazon
Blurb:
Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson's mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas' daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?
Excerpt:
The warm water sluiced over their hot bodies in a rushing stream as they stood entwined in the tiny stall. Her kisses tasted like chocolate mint from the candy bars they’d snacked on earlier.
She poured a liberal amount of his shower gel into her palm. “Turn around.”
He did as requested, and she dutifully soaped his back. As her hands moved to soap his chest, she rubbed her breasts against him, and he shivered in response to the sensations rioting through his body. When her hands reached to soap his cock, he gasped, taking in a mouthful of water, which he promptly spewed out.
“Lady, you sure are full of surprises,” he said as he turned to face her, rinsing off under the spray before turning the taps off. He grabbed a towel and dried her body, his ministrations causing exquisite little moans to escape her lips. Quickly drying himself, he tossed the towel aside and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Side-by-side, they walked through to the bedroom where he could make love to her in comfort. He loved this woman. He’d shown her every day in every way he could, but the words themselves didn’t come easy, not since his first wife died and took a piece of his heart with her.
As they lay down, he cuddled close and worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, old memories pushed to the farthest recesses of his mind.
Her breasts spilled from his hands as he massaged their silky softness. “So damned soft. I could play with them all night long.”
She clutched his head urging him forward to taste her rosy buds. “Be my guest.”
He laved a tongue over a nipple, teasing before pulling it into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Her soft murmur of delight spurred him on. He let go of her breast, with a light bite, trailing kisses down over her abdomen to reach the honeyed prize nested in reddish curls. Her legs spread for him, the most feminine part of her open and waiting for his attention.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! A great big thanks to everyone who stopped by last week to comment and thanks for the congrats! This week's snippet is from the same book, a little further along.
She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying to summon her courage. Visions of him filled her mind. She felt again the touch of his lips as he’d kissed her the night before. Remembered in full, vivid detail the sheer power of the passion in that kiss. Then opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
No turning back now.
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She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying to summon her courage. Visions of him filled her mind. She felt again the touch of his lips as he’d kissed her the night before. Remembered in full, vivid detail the sheer power of the passion in that kiss. Then opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
No turning back now.
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! I have good news to share. My book, A Second Chance at Forever has been contracted by The Wild Rose Press! No release date or cover yet, but I decided this week's snippet would come from that.
The blurb (it kind of explains what's going on):
Working two jobs to help her mother pay off overgrown medical bills and recently divorced, Angela Lewis’ life has no room for love. Her heart cannot handle being broken again. But when her childhood crush finds her at the nightclub where she works as sexy stripper Candy Cane and expresses an interest, she can’t resist. She only wants one night to live in the fantasy Candy provides.
Alex McKinley is still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered life, and one night with Candy is exactly what he needs to propel him into finally moving on. He gets more than he bargained for, however, when he discovers she’s his best friend’s kid sister. He hasn’t seen her in fifteen years, but suddenly little Angie’s all grown up and driving him crazy with desire.
When Angela discovers she’s pregnant, Alex knows he’ll stand by her, but the more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself falling for the woman she’s become. She heals his wounded heart and makes him want to live again. The question is, can Alex convince Angela to take a chance on him?
The card was the same as the last two, his business contact. Flipping it over, she found neatly scrawled on the back, “Golden Chalice. 815.”
The Golden Chalice was one of the hotels on the strip.
He’d given her his room number. She slumped back against the chair and closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her ears. It was a blatant invitation, but one that left the decision up to her.
As always, thanks for stopping by. The comments are always greatly appreciated. Don't forget to stop by the Six Sunday website and read all the other great snippets!
The blurb (it kind of explains what's going on):
Working two jobs to help her mother pay off overgrown medical bills and recently divorced, Angela Lewis’ life has no room for love. Her heart cannot handle being broken again. But when her childhood crush finds her at the nightclub where she works as sexy stripper Candy Cane and expresses an interest, she can’t resist. She only wants one night to live in the fantasy Candy provides.
Alex McKinley is still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered life, and one night with Candy is exactly what he needs to propel him into finally moving on. He gets more than he bargained for, however, when he discovers she’s his best friend’s kid sister. He hasn’t seen her in fifteen years, but suddenly little Angie’s all grown up and driving him crazy with desire.
When Angela discovers she’s pregnant, Alex knows he’ll stand by her, but the more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself falling for the woman she’s become. She heals his wounded heart and makes him want to live again. The question is, can Alex convince Angela to take a chance on him?
The card was the same as the last two, his business contact. Flipping it over, she found neatly scrawled on the back, “Golden Chalice. 815.”
The Golden Chalice was one of the hotels on the strip.
He’d given her his room number. She slumped back against the chair and closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her ears. It was a blatant invitation, but one that left the decision up to her.
As always, thanks for stopping by. The comments are always greatly appreciated. Don't forget to stop by the Six Sunday website and read all the other great snippets!
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