Please remember, some of these will be very NAUGHTY excerpts!!!
Noon: Cara McKenna
12:30: Ava March
1:00: Eliza Gayle
1:30: Lissa Matthews
2:00: Ava March
2:30: Mari Freeman
3:00: Selena Blake
3:30: Desiree Holt
4:00: Juniper Bell
4:30: Sierra Cartwright
8:00AM: Ava March
8:30: Leila Brown
9:00: Cara McKenna
9:30: Selena Blake
10:00: Samantha Kane
10:30: Selena Illyria
11:00: Amy Ruttan
11:30: Ava March
12:00: Michelle Polaris
12:30: Eliza Gayle
1:00: Juniper Belle
1:30: Lissa Matthews
One of our authors, Desiree Holt, whom you’ll read an excerpt from later today has graciously supplied us with some hot hunks!
I decided to add a couple from my own collection:
Where do you get your man candy?
HI!!!!!!! Welcome to the first day of my 2 day birthday blog party! I am so excited and so nervous! I’m glad you all have come to read HOT excerpts, maybe read some authors you’ve not been introduced to before, and enter to win presents presents and MORE presents!
That’s right. You heard me. It’s my birthday (tomorrow the 22nd) and I am giving presents to readers. Some of my author friends are giving presents too! To win, all you need to do is comment on all the excerpts and follow my blog and/or the blog of author posting the excerpt by midnight March 1st. I’ll choose winners from all the entrants using Random.org and post the winners here on my blog as well as email them, so please be sure to leave us your email address.
So, are you ready? Do you have any questions? Comment on this post if you do.
There will be 10 excerpts a day between today and tomorrow, every 30 minutes starting at Noon today. The authors that have generously offered up excerpts are:
Lissa Matthews (yes, me too)
Awesome group of gals, huh? And I bet you’re wondering what the presents are, huh? I know, I’d be wondering, too!
All in all between myself and my fellow authors, we’ll be giving away 14 eBooks and the fabulous Selena Illyria will be giving away a totebag with one of her book covers on it and some chocolate! OMG…I wanna win that!
On top of that, I will be giving away some gift cards. 4 in all.
1 $25 Amazon
1 $25 Teavana
1 $15 Starbucks
1 $15 ARe eBook Bucks
Shall we get on with? Shall we get started? I think so… I’m ready to read some excerpts, see some man candy, have some cake, and hear from you, the readers!
Happy Saturday! Here we are again with snippets!
We are writers and are artists. We create every day, every word we set down. Even if we’re non-fiction writers. There are a number of different types of artists…musicians, painters, sculptures, singers, writers, actors, etc… Even computer game designers are artists, so are bakers and chefs..
In our specific line of work, the artists are the writers, the cover artists, the web designers, blog designers and a host of others.
In my books, I have a baker, a candy maker, a musician, and a writer. Because of the awesome review of Sugar Rush yesterday, I am going to pull a snippet from it. The hero, Graham is a travel writer. The heroine, Jane is a truffle maker.
from Sugar Rush: Snippet #1
The man was damn persistent, and it secretly made her smile. Blind date or not, he was charming. Full of himself but charming. “Well, since you know so much, tell me then, what do I want?”
“I answered that already. Come here, Jane, and stop trying to get rid of me. On the other hand, if you’d rather, I can come over there and get you. I won’t bite hard, and you’ll be glad you gave in.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the edge of the open door. “Let’s say, for argument’s sake, you’re right. Let’s say I do want you.”
“I am, and you do.”
“Uh-huh. I know Edward told you why I’ve been a pill for the last few months and maybe it doesn’t make sense to you but, romantically, I’ve never been really successful. I have dated, but there’s never been a lot of real interest, on either side. And when Phillip dumped me… I don’t want to go through that kind of thing again. It was awful. I thought I’d found someone special, someone that I could maybe spend my life with, but I was just a stop along the way.”
“I understand. I really do, but hiding away from your feelings and your desires isn’t going to make the first step any easier no matter how long you wait, Jane. There’s always going to be an excuse not to move forward. You’re too damneddamn beautiful and sexy to just sit and let life pass you by.”
“You make me sound like an immature teenager that’s still holding out hope her first crush will realize his mistake in letting me go.”
“No. You’re just caught in a place between not wanting to be hurt again and let’s get it on. I’ve dated women your age, my age, and younger, and no one is immune to hurt. We all just process it differently.”
“Wow. You’re wise for twenty-six. Far more than I am at the ripe old age of thirty-six.”
“I told you I write for other publications. Well, one of the things I write about is relationships, usually from a romantic getaway perspective, but relationships just the same. Kind of like how to revive the spark stuff. I have a degree in creative writing and a minor in psychology.”
Jane was stunned. Really and truly stunned. So not only was Cowboy Surfer hot as hell, he was also a deep thinker, a pseudoexpert in relationships and travel. While she was just a candy maker sans formal college education. At the same time, she loved the company she and Edward had created for themselves. She might not have the degree, but she had solid business sense, creativity, and the ability to make decadent truffles that melted on the tongue. She truly loved her work. How many people could say that?
However, this between them had disaster written all over it.
He was right about one thing. No matter how long she waited to discover herself post-Phillip and let go of the past, it wasn’t going to be an easy step. Phillip hadn’t been the love of her life, but he had been special to her. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that it had been more of a comfort thing with him. At first, at least. Toward the end, he’d begun to pressure her to lose weight, to change the way she dressed, to move the business out of the loft. It was then she’d begun to doubt herself. And now that she thought about it in those terms…
“All right, so, you’ve seen me. You can go now. I believe you know where the door is.”
“I appreciate the invitation to leave, but I was hoping we could have dinner together.”
“Nuh-huh. No, sorry. I’m not dating right now.” And she wasn’t. She’d given two years to a guy who had sweet-talked her, who wasn’t even in the same yummy ballpark as Cowboy Surfer and look where that got her? Nowhere. She was safe like this, living vicariously through Edward’s tireless, sex-filled search for “the one.”
“Fair enough, but just so you know, I don’t believe you.”
“It doesn’t matter what you don’t believe.” She turned off the stove and poured the scalded cream over chopped bittersweet chocolate. The aroma filled the immediate air around her, and she inhaled deeply. The scent of excellent chocolate never got old.
“What are you making?”
He’d stepped close, standing just behind her shoulders. She could feel the heat coming off his body and if she leaned back, she’d be touching his chest. Instead of doing just that — because she so wanted to — she pressed herself closer into the edge of the counter, picked up a wooden spoon, and slowly started to stir the cream into the chocolate. “Truffles. Like the ones you didn’t get this afternoon.”
“I smell chili peppers.”
“Mmm. Yes. We infuse the cream with them. It is a very delicate balance of flavor, the chocolate and the chili. It’s sweet at first bite, but then a blast of heat erupts on your tongue, completely intoxicating your mouth with flavor.”
“You know they say that chili peppers are an aphrodisiac, stimulating the blood and nerve endings.” He leaned closer still, his breath blowing against her hair. “Maybe we should try it out.”
“Not on your life.” Go away go away go away.
“We’ll see.” His breath brushed the edge of her ear, sending a shiver up her spine. What did she have to promise the universe to get him to leave and stop tempting her? “Is this your business then?”
“It’s mine and Edward’s. We started it after he went through a hard breakup with a guy he’d been dating at work. He quit shortly after and decided that the way to mend a broken heart was through chocolate.”
“I know many women that would agree with that. How did you meet? You and Edward, I mean.”
Many women? Of course there were many women in life. Just look at him. She was nothing more to him than a blind date. It didn’t really explain what he was doing in her kitchen though. Blind dates that didn’t go right usually didn’t get a second chance, and guys like him didn’t chase after women like her either. “In a candy making class a little over a year ago.”
“And? I want the whole story.”
Jane sighed and fought against grinding her teeth in frustration. “He was taking the class to learn to make candy for Valentine’s Day for his boyfriend. When they broke up, I made these for him one day to try and cheer him up and, well, here we are.” Having Graham so near made concentrating on anything difficult. It was a wonder she could think straight at all.
My upcoming books, Stick Shift from Loose Id has a heroine that is a music teacher and Sweet Caroline from Samhain Publishing has a heroine that designs and creates gift baskets. I am very into creating characters that tap into their creative, artistic sides. They make for strong, deep passions, deep desires, and open minds.
Today I have the pleasure of author Summer Devon (I just love the name Summer Devon) visiting and sharing with us an excerpt of her 28 Days of Heart book, Protecting Miss Samuels. She’s also sharing with us why she decided to submit a story to this cause:
Why I decided to submit a story:
I have to admit the main reason I jumped at the chance is that I like All Romance Ebook site. It’s easy to navigate and use, and I enjoy the upbeat but not hyper tone of the place.
But heart disease has touched the lives of people I love–my brother in particular–and I’m glad to be a part of any effort that helps them. I know the American Heart Association is more than just looking for a cure—they have some great programs to help people suffering from heart disease, too. My brother’s life was saved because of advances made by organizations like AHA. And even better, his life has changed for the better because of them. Thank you, AHA.
Excerpt from Protecting Miss Samuels
The sheet she’d wrapped around herself slid down an inch, revealing the creamy tops of her breasts. He wished he could forget the memory of her breast exposed that morning, her pale rose nipple. The images of those few minutes had haunted him all day.
What the hell was he doing lying in a bedroom with this female? She was his job. Bad enough he’d failed and she’d ended up injured. He sure as hell wouldn’t be even less professional now.
She wasn’t frightened of him anymore. He wondered if she had a clue how much he wanted her. That would be enough for her to run screaming, clutching the cloth to her bosom.
In the chair, she licked her full, pink lips.
What would happen if she accepted his touch?
He imagined exchanging just a kiss or two. No one would know any of it. No one in her circle need ever know their paths had crossed. He was good enough at his job to guarantee that he’d get her to town without word getting out—so this afternoon didn’t truly exist in her life.
She wasn’t sewing. The blasted girl stared back at him avidly, as if she’d never seen anything so fascinating.
“Stop,” he croaked.
She froze. “Stop what?”
“You are wearing next to nothing. And…” He trailed off as he realized how absurd he sounded. “I beg your pardon. I should leave.”
But his embarrassment turned to astonishment when she rose to her feet, walked to the edge of the bed, and stood over him. “It’s unfair of you to berate me when you are stretched out like that with all of your limbs on display.” Her eyes widened and she put her fingers over her mouth as if she wanted to push the words back in.
He pushed himself up on his elbows. “What?”
She shook her head and looked miserable. He sat up and grabbed her wrist.
“You are offended by my appearance?”
“It disturbs me.”
“The scar,” he muttered and wondered why he’d ever imagined she would want him to kiss her. The glittering dark eyes watching him had been filled with fascination, certainly. Fascinated horror.
“What can you mean?” she asked.
He’d received the hideous mark not so very long ago during a fight to subdue a confidence man he’d been hired to follow. The scar traveled most of the left side of his face.
Miss Samuels’s silly question pushed him too far. He suspected some sort of polite young lady idiocy with her question. Let her act polite when she saw that ruined skin. He shoved back his overlong hair to reveal the side of his face.
Instead of backing away or admitting that, yes, she found the raw skin offensive, she leaned down and traced a finger along the raised scar. He forced himself to stay still and not push her hand away.
No one other than a doctor had touched him since the fight. The woman Ned had hoped to marry had turned pale when she saw him and she immediately announced that she could not join her life to a man who engaged in such hazardous work. The sight of the wound must have driven her off, for she hadn’t waited to discover if he would abandon his profession.
“What caused it?” Miss Samuels asked at last.
“A knife wound and infection. But come, you said you were disturbed. This must be what you mean.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
Her eyes met his and he saw she wasn’t lying. Oh, no, he saw too much more. He hadn’t imagined that echo of his own desire. The world went inside out when he understood she indeed looked at him with hunger, not revulsion.
She straightened. No longer leaning over him, her hands folded in front of her, she was the picture of decorous, polite femininity, until she murmured, “I want to kiss you. I can’t think of anything else.”
“You are a young lady, Miss Samuels.” He hoped he sounded cold and disapproving. “You shouldn’t speak of such things.”
She looked into his eyes. “I know. I never do. Or not often.” She backed away from the bed.
He rose and followed her. “So you don’t find the sight of me disturbing?”
“Of course I do,” she said faintly.
“But you don’t mean the scar.”
She rubbed a hand over her mouth, as if caressing herself. “No, not the scar. Good heavens, Mr. Wallace. You seem to think the thing is deforming or hideous.”
“Isn’t it?” he muttered. Emily had left him because of it and Ned’s older brother had fallen into a dead faint the first time he’d seen the wound.
“No. What I meant is, well, even though you have such a mark, I still find you very…disturbing.”
It struck him that her definition of disturbing was more interesting than his.
He followed her still as she backed away from him. He’d give the girl a proper fear of him and with that thought in mind, he pinned her against the wall now with his hands flat against it on either side of her head. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. And that sheet. God, so little lay between her skin and his hands. He looked down at her parted lips.
“You are a fool, you know.” He tried to sound casual, but his voice was too ragged.
She raised her eyebrows.
“Alone in a room with a man,” he whispered.
“I am going to kiss you now. That is not the behavior of a gentleman, is it?”
“You’ve warned me,” she pointed out and slowly tilted her chin, as if presenting her mouth as a gift.
He cupped her face between his hands forcing his fingers to be gentle, but there was no light brush of lips for him. He wanted to seize as much from her as he could before she changed her mind.
Thank you, Summer for being here.
Have a wonderful Thursday everyone.