Saturday Sexcerpt – Harlequin’s Deception by Candi Fox

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Ten years ago, the world as we know it changed. The shift is what it became known as. Overnight, paranormal beings came out of the proverbial closet. Something in reality has shifted. Those who had no idea they were paranormal were awakened to a new reality. Ten years in and Harlowe Lake Kelly, Harley to her friends, is back in her small Oklahoma town, widowed and striking out in a new career, namely, a successful magic agency. Her uncanny abilities at using potions, spells, and other means at solving supernatural crimes, thrust her into a partnership with local law enforcement. Things would be great if it wasn’t for the three sexy, but deadly, men who stand at all corners of her new life. Lucien, the ancient, alluring Vampire who has made it clear he wants more than Harley’s luscious curves. Cowboy, who wants to possess her in every way imaginable, and Aiden. The newcomer who has strict orders from his Vampire boss… but she senses has his own agenda. But in a world where things and beings are never what they seem, life isn’t promised and love comes with many strings. So what’s a girl to do to untangle those strings?

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About the Author:

Candi Fox, co-host of the wildly popular radio show Candi and Company with over 900 thousand listeners began her venture in the paranormal at the tender age of two, when she witnessed her first apparition. From that moment on the paranormal seemed to follow her. No matter where she moved, the house she lived in the house next door, or the house down the street always seemed to be haunted.

She often wondered if she drew the spirits to her. Little did she know that she was indeed a magnet of sorts. It wasn’t until she was in her late twenties that she found people who could not only explain her gifts but would also help her hone them. Armed with this new knowledge she began to openly explore hauntings and other paranormal phenomena.

Growing up in Indiana lent her the opportunity to explore many famous haunted places including the Hannah House, which was once part of the Underground Railroad. A little over two years ago she moved to Tulsa, OK and has begun to explore the haunted landscape in a new state.

Candi lives with her husband and furry children in Tulsa. She is passionate about the occult, saving and rehabilitating horses, horseback riding, magic, all things mystical and has her Reiki Mastery.

She uses her own paranormal experiences as well as her own life traumas to write from a grounded and realistic perspective about subjects that are hard to talk about and even harder to feel for yourself.

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AuThursday – Candi Fox

Candi Fox Author PhotoPlease welcome Paranormal Romance Author Candi Fox to the Clog Blog!   Candi, can you Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I find as the years pass along, I’ve become more fearless. I hope that my writing reflects this. I live in Tulsa, with my large fur family and my wonderful husband. We enjoy ghost hunting, Ren Faires, and horses.

How do you make time to write?

I’m lucky I get to stay at home. I write every day. When I am not writing, I’m either researching or pimping books.

What genre are your books?

My books are all in the paranormal category. Some more erotic, some thrillers and suspense.

What draws you to this genre?

My paranormal journey started when I was two and saw my first ghost. From that day on the paranormal was drawn to me. Maybe, I was drawn to it. Either way, it’s been a big part of my life.

What are your current projects?

I’m more than half way finished with Darkest Knight, the third book in the Killing Chronicle series. My novella for a hot summer anthology is at the editors. My WIP is my first contribution to the multi-author Tulsa Immortal series. I also have a YP series in the works.

Are you an Introvert or Extravert?  How does this affect your work?

I can be both. I have PTSD, depression, and anxiety. I have weeks where I am completely happy not to see anyone but my husband. When I am out and about or in a group of people talking, I am a complete extravert. I love talking to people. This combination is great for writing. During my anti-social times, I get a lot of writing and research complete. When I am in a social mood I get a lot of ideas for characters.

What is your writing Kryptonite?

Squirrel. Everything. I have days where EVERYTHING distracts me.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

Write every day. Just put it on paper and worry about making it good during the editing process. Read at least twice as much as you write.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

www.candifox.com

Harlequin's Deception (1)Join me when we read an excerpt from Candi’s story HARLEQUIN’S DECEPTION, part of her NAKED TRUTH Series.  ~Tina

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AuThursday – Adam Mann

Adam 200Please welcome Adam Mann back to the Clog Blog. Welcome Adam,  Thank you, I’m delighted to be here. Can you tell us a little about yourself and your background? 

I’ve worked in what is called developing economies most of my working life, and usually in remote areas with limited facilities.  I’ve now retired and find myself working even harder – no days off – as a writer.

What are you working on at the minute? 

I’m just completing my first Box Set – 4 or 5 short stories.  I pitch most of my stories in places where I’ve worked, but that can be a problem for a lot of readers.

What draws you to write in the romance genre?

Quite frankly from my own personal experience.  I have been married four times – widowed, divorced, marriage annulled as she had forgotten to get divorced, and finally happily married to a widow for the last nineteen years

How much research do you do? 

Quite a lot; a recent story took me to an area of Pakistan where the landowners are largely Parsee, and I managed to collect a lot of data about the origin of the Zoroastrians.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just to see where an idea takes you? 

I usually start with a specific plot, but often the story ‘wanders’ off-line and I have to review the MS.  Most of the time I get ideas for plots very early in the morning, and if I wait I’ll have forgotten the plot when I get up in the morning!  So I write myself a note, even if it’s midnight.

How long on average does it take you to write a book? 

Usually a week or ten days after I’ve thought about the plot, but then I spend the next three weeks editing and reviewing the MS, and it may be some time before in publish it.

Do you ever get writer’s Block? 

No, not really, I’ve a lot of stories to tell.  I find that I can always write about something.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Put your head down and write, and worry about grammar, editing, and proofreading later.  Book promotion is a much greater problem!

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web? 

Mainly through Twitter.  I’ve considered buying in readers, but it’s expensive and I haven’t done that yet.

My contacts are:

Website:  http://www.adammannauthor.com

Twitter:  @adammannauthor

Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/adammannauthor.com

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/author/adammannauthor.com

AuThursday -Bree M. Lewandowski

fb_img_1477241392858Please welcome my fellow Writer Zen Garden author, Bree to the Clog Blog! Bree, can you tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I am a married lady with three fur babies and a day job as a dance teacher. Gosh, I don’t know. I love pasta and I can’t swim. My background in writing is due in a large part to years spent homeschooled by my mother in a very English heavy program. I wasn’t allowed to type “the sky is blue” unless I could prove it. Lots of times my head hurt, but I think it opened me up to how wonderful writing could be.

So, what have you written?

My twenties were spent in front of a computer writing fanfiction. And while that gave me a craving for writing for an audience, I could never finish a book. That is, until, National Novel Writing Month two years ago. It was the first time I got from Page 1 to The End. That amazing feeling spurned me to try again the next year and Under Winter Lights is now the finished project of last year’s NaNoWriMo.

What genre are your books?

I most frequently write romance.

What draws you to this genre?

There’s a deep, almost unexplainable, connection between two people where love is concerned. Whether that love is romantic or not, when it binds people together, it’s out of this world. That need to love and be loved is fascinating to me and I never tire of trying to illustrate it with words. Great authors before me (Margaret Mitchell, Victor Hugo) spun tales of love and how it shapes and changes all those it touches. And I want to, too.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just to see where an idea takes you?

I’m halfway between plotting and winging it. Before I start to write the story, I usually have a vague outline in my head of the big plot moments. As I go, I try to fill in the gaps between those pivotal points.

How are you publishing this book and why?

I’m publishing this book independently. The decision to go this route felt natural the more I learned what kind of control a newbie author like myself might have to relinquish to land a contract with a publishing house. Elements like the cover and how the novel progresses I want to be in charge of. Call me a control freak, but it felt right.

What is your favorite positive saying?

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words-wait and hope.” ~Alexandre Dumas.

Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

On my Facebook author page at https://www.facebook.com/BreeMLew/

Saturday Excerpt – Promising by Rebel Miller

Cover_Promising_FinalYou can read the entire first chapter from “Promising” on (Rebel Miller’s) website, but I’ve included a clip from the first scene below. Enjoy!

“Why are you blaming yourself for your aunt’s death?”

I whirled around, surprised by the question. “What?”

Tai’s shoulders lost some of their tension as he approached me, his head hanging low to meet me eye to eye. “You’ve been sitting in that chair in the sitting room looking more repentant with each passing second,” he said.

I had opened my mouth, ready to dismiss his observation, when I realized he was right.

“I just wonder if there’s something we could have done,” I said finally, wrapping my arms about my waist.

Tai frowned. “We did, Kira,” he said, searching my face. “We were monitoring her and her family, protecting them as best we could. Your aunt was killed while we were under attack on Septima. If you’re to blame, then you had better blame me as well.”

I knew that what he was saying was rational and the truth, but a sense of responsibility stubbornly gnawed at my mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Khelan?” he asked, running a palm up my arm. “I could have helped.”

I shook my head, considering him. “You could lose your rank and be imprisoned if your superiors found out that you were aware of a citizen helping the factions and chose not to report it,” I said.

He rested his palm just below my jaw, hesitating a fraction of a second before placing it there. “Helping you is my choice to make,” he said simply. I stared at him, indulging in the feel of his hand against my skin and wondering at the depths of his selflessness.

“Rhoan’s not leaving for now,” he said.  “Let me take you home. You can come back tomorrow.”

I sighed, fatigue setting in. Grief and worry were taking their toll, but I had committed to staying at the farewell with my family, and I wasn’t about to change my mind.

Ping.

I startled at the sound of the incoming message on my comm, and my heart skipped a beat. Grimacing an apology to Tai, I turned away to check my device.

Call me when you get home.

Gannon.

I smiled, and quickly replied.

As always.

His response was immediate:

I love you.

My smile grew, and I ran a finger over the three words as they faded to black.

Since Septima, Gannon had become increasingly verbal about his feelings for me. In addition to leaving me breathless, however, his declarations of love left me frustrated, initiating an internal battle. The truth was, when he said or wrote things like that, I felt like I ought to respond in kind but always resisted.

I turned slowly to Tai, still lost in thought. The intensity of his expression jolted me to the present, and I dropped my wrist.

“Gannon’s been worried about me,” I said, acting on an irrational urge to explain myself. “If I don’t respond, he’ll just call.”

Tai nodded, his guarded look slipping back into place, the change in his eyes revealing more than if he had explained the shift in his demeanor with words. As a protector, Tai was trained to be in control of all things — actions, emotions and thoughts. But since he had revealed his true feelings for me, and as our lives became more intertwined due to my family’s secrets, I found it much easier to see through his protective exterior.

He pivoted and headed toward the door, his gait so stiff I knew something was off.

“Tai,” I said, stopping him. He turned to me, his face perfectly blank. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting this way?”

His eyes narrowed, but the mask he had donned stayed put. “What way?”

I searched his face, trying to put into words what I had picked up in his expression. “Angry.”

“What do you expect?”

I cocked my head and gave him a questioning look.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said flatly.

I balked. That was why he was in a foul mood all of a sudden! “You have no right to be angry about that,” I said, disbelief nearly choking me. “You said you don’t want to be with me.”

He stepped toward me, fists clenched. “I choose not to be with you. I would never say I don’t want to be with you.”

I stood firm against the rising tide of anger that was overcoming his face. “It’s the same thing in the end,” I declared.

“Oh, there’s a difference, Kira,” he said, glowering now. “I know my limitations, while Gannon is choosing to flout his. He’s stringing you along!”

I shook my head. “He cares for me. You’ve said so yourself.”

“Yes,” he conceded, his shoulders set. “He does care for you, and more than I want to admit, so it drives me fucking insane that he’d continue with you like this. Hallowed Halls, how do you think this is going to end?”

I turned away, but he came to stand before me. I stared at the wide expanse of his chest, unwilling to look into his eyes as the walls of the room suddenly pressed in on me.

“Let’s play this out,” he said. “You and Gannon continue your affair in secrecy, managing to dodge family, friends, peers, officials and the rabid media. Then, five years from now, at the end of his father’s last term, he’s appointed high chancellor by Realm Council. Are you prepared to be his mistress? Because that’s all you’ll be.”

Every part of me begged to reject what he was saying, but my head couldn’t summon a solid argument.

“I’m not his mistress,” I whispered, studying the folds of his dark gray shirt.

“You certainly aren’t his girlfriend, and you’ll never be his partner or wife.”

I looked up at him, tears springing into my eyes, speechless at the ferocity behind his words. “I never said I wanted anything as permanent as that.” Actually, I had never allowed myself to even think so far ahead.

Tai shook his head, clearly unconvinced. “And what about when he finds out that Khelan, your father ¾ the one who’s a senator in hiding ¾ is supporting the factions?” he challenged. “What then?”

I stepped back and held a palm over my mouth, the truth of it all spreading a deep ache through my chest. I blinked back my tears, but a few still managed to fall past my lids and onto my cheeks.

“Fuck.” Tai reached for me, enfolding me in his arms. He ran a hand up my back and lowered his head so his mouth was close to my ear. “I hate that I’m hurting you, Kira, but I need to show you the truth,” he said, his lips brushing my cheek.

I didn’t want the truth, so I buried my face in his chest and inhaled the light scent of coffee and soap that lingered there. For a few moments, I let my tears flow and dampen the soft fabric of his shirt.

I had almost pulled myself together when the door slid open. I jumped and took a hasty step back, the abrupt movement causing Tai to release his hold on me. We both spun to face the door.

Ma stood, wide-eyed, at the threshold, holding a large box at her hip. “Forgive me,” she said, looking between Tai and me. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

After another quick glance at Tai, she entered the study and placed the box on the desk. Inside it was a collection of colorful objects. Avoiding my mother’s odd expression, I stepped closer, reached in and pulled out a small notebook that looked like a journal. It was leather-bound and had a fanciful floral pattern embroidered on the material. The box was filled with a number of other books just like it.

“They were your aunt’s,” Ma explained.

I looked up from the journal. “They’re beautiful.”

Her brown eyes, so much like my own, continued to assess me for an uncomfortable length of time. I shifted my feet and stole a quick look at Tai, who stood silent and observant just behind her.

“I’m planning to have them protected with a seal,” she said, drawing my focus. “I think Addy would like to have them one day.”

I nodded and smiled tightly as she turned to leave. Just before she did, she shot another look at Tai and disengaged the door, allowing it to slide shut behind her.

Tai sighed and came to me, running a hand over his short-cropped hair. “Kira,” he said, “please just think about everything I’ve said.”

I stiffened and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. “This is my choice, Tai,” I said, throwing his words back in his face. “You made yours. Let me make mine.”

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Join me next Thursday when we meet M/M Romance Author and my friend A. Catherine Noon. ~Tina

 

 

 

Saturday Sexcerpt – Blood Crystal by Jannifer Hoffman

Here’s our Saturday Sexcerpt given to us by Jannifer Hoffman From Blood Crystal:

Stephen and Dani are on the run. They don’t know the bad guys from the good guys.

Stephen dropped the towel he had in his hand and covered the four steps separating them. “Get your clothes off, baby cakes, we’re burning darkness.”

Laughing, Dani stood up to undo her jeans. “You do know how to romance a lady.” Both her jeans and underpants barely hit the floor when his firm body came against her. He pulled her into his arms and brought his mouth down on her lips with a need so hungry it stole her breath away. She ran her hands greedily over the taut skin on his back and arms. His body was warm and smooth and she couldn’t get enough of touching him.

He stepped back long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head, then laid her back on the bed. He was between her legs in an instant, reaching down to touch her.

“Dani, Dani, you are so ready for me. I love that about you. Someday we won’t be rushed and I’m going to take my time making love to you.” When he pressed into her, filling her with his rigid member, she gasped with pleasure. He started moving against her then stopped, suddenly motionless.

Her heart raced even faster than it had been. She thought he heard something. When he pulled out and reached for his jeans, she panicked.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“I forgot the condom.”

She drew her hands up and ran them through her hair. “Oh my gosh, you scared the daylights out of me.”

He had the little packet ripped open and he hesitated looking at her. “Would you rather have a baby? Say the word.”

“Will you just get that damn thing on and get back here. We can talk about procreating another time.”

Stephen chuckled and was back on top of her in three seconds. Then he was back inside of her, moving slow and easy, driving her out of her mind.

He kissed her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks, and worked his way back to her lips. “Oh honey, you feel so good. You’re so tight. So hot. You must have a furnace inside you.”

He continued making love to her with his body and his words. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him tighter and closer while his deliberate easy motion brought her to the verge of ecstasy and held her there for longer than seemed possible. She heard herself begging him to end it. His hands came under her, gripping her buttocks and crying out her name over and over when he found his release. The sound he made finally took her over the edge with him.

You can find more Jannifer Hoffman romances on her website:

www.janniferhoffman.com

See you on Tuesday with another Double Trouble!

Tina