Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Cover Reveal - My First Fantasy Novel

Thanks to the amazing and talented graphic designer, Mande Matthews, I now have a cover for Angeline 43. I get goose bumps when I look at it. It really gives the feel of the novel:



Blurb:

Essa sprouts wings on her back whenever she suffers the deepest grief. The love of her life has just left her without a solid reason. She’s flung into the depths of sorrow, unable to deal with her grief and the added stress of wings on her back which only she can see.

She has to get out her apartment so she takes a walk along the streets of Boston at night. To her surprise, her wings come to life when she finds herself fighting against an evil spirit set on destroying a man’s life. By pure instinct and some special light within her, she saves his life and is flung into a whole new world.

Suddenly, she’s an angeline, a hybrid human/angel and she’s part of a team of warriors who need to save the city of Boston. And they’re all depending on inexperienced her as she’s the only one with wings. But is Essa ready for the evil that awaits her? And can she really fight a battle when her heart is filled with pain?

Release date:

7 March 2017

Friday, January 27, 2017

The Boss of Me - 1Night Stand by Merryn Dexter

Today, I want to welcome fellow Decadent Publishing author, Merryn Dexter, with her 1Night Stand novella, The Boss of Me. Definitely a read for those who like spicy.



The Boss of Me
(1Night Stand Series)
By Merryn Dexter
Releasing January 27th 2017


Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

ISBN: 978-1-68361-142-4

Word Count: 20,700

Cover Art: Fiona Jayde


Blurb


Dear Madame
Evangeline…


Lou Jones loves her job, but she can’t ignore the attraction she feels for her
boss, Daniel Smith. She contacts the 1Night Stand dating service hoping a
little fantasy role play will help her get over her crush.

I want to see you in
my office…


Daniel can’t believe his eyes, or his luck, when a misplaced letter gives him a
shocking insight into the erotic thoughts of his personal assistant. The chance
to satisfy her fantasies and make his own dreams come true is too tempting to
resist.

This is fantasy,
nothing more…


As they explore their every desire, Lou and Daniel find keeping reality at bay
is harder than they thought. Will their 1Night Stand deliver the satisfaction
Madame Eve prides herself upon, or are they just too close for comfort?


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Excerpt


“Bring the file here and place it on my desk.” He settled more
comfortably into his chair, steepled his fingers beneath his chin, and admired
the sway of her lush hips. She placed the file down as instructed then folded
her hands in front of her, eyes still averted. Schooling his need with an iron
control, Daniel waited.
Her chest rose and fell, the slight hitch in her breath pressing
her breasts against the thin silk of her blouse. The tip of her tongue peeked
out, dampening her coral-pink lips, and a bolt of lust drove him from the
chair. Ignoring Lou, he strode to the door and locked it. He doubted there were
many people left in the building at that time of day on a Friday, but he
wouldn’t risk anyone interrupting them.
Pacing back to the center of the room, he stopped to admire the
hourglass lines of her figure. The heels looked even better from the back.
Balancing on their slender points gave extra definition to her calf muscles.
“Do you know why I summoned you, Ms. Jones?”
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her voice barely above a
whisper, she said, “No, Mr. Smith.”
“You will call me Daniel.” The visceral need for her to know who
was about to touch her surprised him. He wanted to hear his name on her lips as
she sighed, moaned, and fell apart at his command. Her head bobbed in
acquiescence, and he spoke again. “I summoned you because you canceled our
appointment this evening.”
She half-turned, seemed to catch herself, and straightened to face
the front again. A thrill of satisfaction curled in his gut. Each little act of
submission from her proved sexy as hell. “Did
you do as I requested?” he asked. Her skirt clung to her hips and ass with no
hint of a panty line, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Yes,” she murmured.
A bolt of lust rocked him on his heels. He wanted to crawl on his
hands and knees and fawn at her feet, but she had been very specific in her
email—her fantasy required him to be the boss, to take control and dictate his
desires upon her.
“Show me.” The rasp in his voice couldn’t be helped; his body
tingled with anticipation. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt and began to
raise it, inch by tantalizing inch. The material cleared the back of her knees,
gliding higher to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, the soft
expanse of her tanned thighs.


About the Author

Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books, crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all stories should have a Happy Ending.  

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Blog Tour with Prizes

Second Chances - A Love Anthology




The authors of the Second Chances anthology are working together to run a blog tour and are offering some of their books to give away to two lucky readers. We also have other authors who have offered to help and even donate books. Isn't the writing community so supportive?

The authors taking part are:

Leenna Naidoo on 10 January
Patricia Kiyono on 11 January
Elaine Cantrell on 12 January
Sherry Gloag on 13 January
Devika Fernando on 16 January
Marian Merritt on 16 January
Landra Graf on 17 January
E.A. West on 17 January
Elaine Dodge on 17 January
Gail Pallotta on 18 January
Kathy Bosman again on 19 January

If I've left you out, I'm so sorry. There are so many that have just jumped in and I'm losing track. Just comment below.

The more places you stop by, the more chance you have of winning one of the prizes.

About the book:


Second Chances

A Love Anthology

Five Sweet Romances

By
E.A. West
Pravina Maharaj
Patricia Kiyono
Kathy Bosman
Leenna Naidoo


Blurb:

When a couple falls in love, sometimes their relationship doesn’t work out and they part ways. One day they may meet up again. The sparks fly. The hurtful memories rise to the surface. Is it possible for them to heal the rift between them and start all over again? Can they have a second chance at love? Or is it too late? Find out in this feel-good anthology of five unique, sweet romances. All proceeds go to charity: HIC Children's Home, Newcastle, South Africa.


Seeing you've heard all about my story in the book, I'm going to talk about Pravina's story instead:

Giovanni’s Christmas Bride:

Italian billionaire Giovanni Ferruccio had sworn never to forgive Brennan Shaw for breaking off their engagement and marrying his cousin Anthony.

Five years later, when fate delivers a widowed Brennan and her young son Luca to Giovanni's door, he is determined to discover the reason for Brennan's betrayal. But after one too many kisses under the mistletoe, Giovanni realises he can’t let go off Brennan and wants to make her his Christmas bride.

Excerpt:

She looked up, stunned to see the man she’d never thought to face again. Not after five bitter years.

Giovanni Ferruccio. Italian billionaire, philanthropist and jet-setting playboy.

At thirty-five, Giovanni was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. Brennan had followed his life and career through the media. She knew he was never short of female company—often seen with actresses, models, and wealthy heiresses.

As Giovanni’s dark gaze locked with hers, Brennan forgot to breathe. Her mind flew to ten years ago when they’d first met. She’d been a twenty-year-old waitress, paying her way through college. Giovanni had been twenty-five with a steely determination to succeed in the world of business. He’d just launched his first Information Technology Company and was in the process of expanding his business when they’d met.

Brennan’s life changed forever when Giovanni had stepped into the café where she worked. It was five days before Christmas on a snowy Saturday afternoon. Giovanni had insisted she sit with him while he had a coffee and pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream. Her boss at the café was shocked when Giovanni laid down a bundle of notes.

“I’m buying more than your food and drink. I’m also buying the company of your pretty waitress,” Giovanni had told the man, with an air of arrogance.
If it were any other customer, Brennan would have been incensed by such audacious behaviour but immediately there was something about Giovanni that tugged at her. It was more than his darkly handsome features or his Italian accent. She’d served many handsome men at the upmarket Manhattan café, but none had made her pulse race.

Intrigued by the stranger, Brennan agreed to sit down with him, and thereafter Giovanni began visiting the café often, always paying a small fortune for Brennan to sit with him. Their encounters fed the gossip mill of the restaurant staff and had the female staff mooning over Giovanni’s sex appeal.

Soon Giovanni began seeing Brennan away from the café. Brennan suddenly in a relationship with Giovanni discovered she was helplessly in love. She graduated from college and Giovanni was blazing his way through the business world. Then one Christmas Eve, Giovanni stunned her by proposing. It had been the happiest moment of Brennan’s life. But her happiness was short-lived because ten months later she broke off their engagement. Her world had come crashing down around her ears. Giovanni was left gutted by their breakup and Brennan’s heart broke into a million tiny pieces.

“Brennan Shaw,” Giovanni said, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down Brennan’s spine and jerking her back to the present.

“Welcome to my home,” he added, sounding anything but welcoming.

“I didn’t know you lived here.” Brennan dragged her gaze away from Giovanni’s face. Luca stared at his mother with wide, dark eyes, sensing the tension in the room.

Giovanni entered the room, his gaze never wavering from Brennan.

She bit her lip self-consciously. She knew she looked a mess. Her usually lustrous honey-blond hair hung limp and damp, her woollen dress smudged with mud was molded to her thin frame, and her face lined with exhaustion.

Drawing breath, Brennan met Giovanni’s obsidian gaze. “Please, can I use your phone? I’d like to call a taxi,” she said, grateful that her voice was steady.

“I insist you stay the night,” Giovanni said like the spider might have said to the fly.

Brennan gritted her teeth. “Thank you but I’d rather go home.”

“It’s not a night to be out with a child,” Giovanni pointed out, glancing at Luca.

Brennan wanted to scream with frustration. How could fate be so cruel to deliver her on the doorstep of the man who hated her most?


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Thursday, January 5, 2017

Angeline 43



I have a release date for my fantasy novel. I'm so excited about this book! And I can't wait until I receive the cover!

The book has been edited now so we're just waiting for release day. It is...

7 March 2017

Ooh, full of sevens. I like the number seven.

Angeline 43
An Urban Fantasy
by
Kathy Bosman

The Greatest Power Comes from the Greatest Pain

Blurb:

Essa sprouts wings on her back whenever she suffers the deepest grief. The love of her life has just left her without a solid reason. She’s flung into the depths of sorrow, unable to deal with her grief and the added stress of wings on her back which only she can see. She has to get out her apartment so she takes a walk along the streets of Boston at night. To her surprise, her wings come to life when she finds herself fighting against an evil spirit set on destroying a man’s life. By pure instinct and some special light within her, she saves his life and is flung into a whole new world. Suddenly, she’s an angeline, a hybrid human/angel and she’s part of a team of warriors who need to save the city of Boston. And they’re all depending on inexperienced her as she’s the only one with wings. But is Essa ready for the evil that awaits her? And can she really fight a battle when her heart is filled with pain?


I wanted to share an excerpt from the novel to give you a taste of what's to come. I hope you enjoy.

Excerpt:

The sobs came as I rushed to the bathroom to hurl.
After emptying what little remained in my stomach from breakfast, I looked up at the mirror as I washed my hands, not too keen to see the lost, broken look in my eyes.
I gasped.
I’d forgotten what could happen.
“No-o-o-o,” I rasped out.
It only happened during times of deep pain or grief.
Had Darrick hurt me that much?
I usually never felt anything in my body at first. The wings would appear in spiritual form in the beginning, but my third eye would see them. Only after several minutes, would I sense the gentle tug on the muscles of my back. Then the pure white, expansive structures would pop out of my skin and spread out behind me. As majestic as they looked, I braced myself for the way my life would change for the next however many months until my intense internal pain subsided. Not that everyone could see that I had angel wings. Only a few individuals had ever noticed—usually people like psychics, energy healers, spiritual nurturers—those who’d opened up to the spiritual plane. But no one had been able to explain what it meant, what I was, and why.
Shudders rippled through me, different from the trembling brought on by Darrick’s lack of love confession. Power entered my being; light filled the hidden expanses of my soul. Gasping, I braced myself for the transformation that would take over my being. It wouldn’t take away the pain, but it buoyed me and filled me with something inexplicable, a sense of purpose, and a feeling of pure exhilaration. How I could feel crippling emotional devastation and this new energy surging through me at the same time, I couldn’t explain. Nothing made sense.
As the metamorphosis came to an end, I stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes had a piercing nature about them, their blueness now stark and sharp like a blue diamond with many facets. I reached back to touch my wings, relishing the silky softness of each feather, thickly layered upon bone, sinew, and raw power.
My body seemed to stand more erect, I looked proud and powerful, and yet I’d never felt such heart-crippling despair. For this meant my breakup pain was intense. It meant it would last for months, and it also meant I’d have to avoid being questioned by the spiritual people who noticed my odd form. And the questions would come flooding back, the unanswered ones that kept attacking my mind: Why am I like this? What exactly am I? Why does this happen whenever I’m grieving?
It had happened twice before—the day my mother left and never came back, the terrifying week my father got deathly ill and lost his life, and now, today, when the man I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with had quite coldly told me he didn’t love me anymore without a valid reason.
Loneliness, as wicked as the creature I’d seen in the elevator, pierced my gut, making my chest burn. I gasped for breath. The world didn’t want me. I didn’t belong here. Not a soul cared. Who could I tell that my heart had been broken by the man I loved? Or that I had wings the size of two massive kites on my back?