Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Release Day for RING ME LATER



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A second chance at romance turns deadly.

Jack Barron is a reclusive, billionaire, hotelier who never got over his first love. Lisa Carpenter moved to London to escape him and his obsession with money.
 After five years, Lisa returns to Los Angeles to work in public relations at a medical center. She’s certain their paths won’t cross but they do…almost immediately. Forced into working together, because of a multi-million dollar grant, she must keep her wits about her. 
Jack wants to redeem himself.
Lisa wants respect. 
He’s advancing; she’s retreating.

As her heart warms to him, she becomes embroiled in a web of deceit that ensures someone will gain billions. Lisa is being stalked. There is arson at Jack's Arizona resort spa. A wealthy Broadway producer is trying to buy the spa. And the paparazzi are having a field day with Jack's return to the social scene. 
With nowhere to hide, they must trust in each other. Could all roads lead back to London? 


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Jack stood behind his desk, replacing the phone handset. His head snapped up. Shock, anger, and something she couldn’t define washed over his features. Ms. Crofton had been super quick with her emergency alert. Good for her. But Lisa had been faster.

She stopped in the middle of the room, her heart pounding. Jack’s features seemed to blur. You can’t faint now. She blinked hard, and refocused. He still looked pissed off. Without the scowl he would be as handsome as ever. Chestnut hair fell across his creased forehead, and his golden brown eyes widened, then narrowed.

            “Mr. Barron.” Lisa strode toward the huge mahogany desk, her hand outstretched. They’d made love on that desk. A wave of heat filled her as an avalanche of memories flashed by like the stock market tickertape. “I do appreciate you agreeing to see me. I won’t need much of your time—”

            “I didn’t,” he said.

            Lisa met his gaze. “Didn’t what?” she asked, feigning innocence, while holding the leather portfolio in a death grip. A tick in one side of his jaw jumped. She was certain he’d mashed down on his molars.

“Agree to see you. I could have security throw you out.” His voice was deep, almost a growl. Then he bounded from behind the desk like a wild animal, and stopped short only a foot from her.

She begged her knees not to crumple. “Oh, dear. An honest mistake.”

            “Yeah, right.” He flicked his eyebrows skyward. “What do you want?”




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Tuesday, 3 March 2015

New Release





A Woman of Love by Marlow Kelly




When her dissolute husband insists that Lady Annabel Peters bed one of his villainous cohorts to repay a gambling debt, she is scandalized. But she is forced to agree because he controls every aspect of her life.
A physically and emotionally crippled war hero, James Drake has retreated from society. At the request of his brother, he manipulates events so he can interrogate Annabel, a woman he thinks may be part of a ring of thieves.
Neither of them count on an instant and overwhelming attraction. James may now believe Annabel but she suspects her husband plans to kill her. As one of her husband’s friends, James is not to be trusted.
Yet how can she escape a man who has the ability to control her with a gentle kiss?

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Excerpt



Lady Annabel Peters sat in the open-top carriage and realized she had left it too late. She should have escaped yesterday.



“Really, Annabel, I don’t want you to give your left eye. All I’m asking is that you go in there and do what comes naturally.” Lord Elliott Peters, her husband of two months, sat opposite her, smoothing his waistcoat against his flat, toned abdomen. A lock of blond hair fell across his brow, accentuating his startling blue eyes. He claimed all he had to do was crook his finger, and besotted society women swooned, but she couldn’t imagine it. His grotesque personality obliterated any physical beauty he possessed.



The warm summer breeze touched her face. She inhaled the scent of grass and honeysuckle. Frogs sang somewhere in the distance, and crickets chirped, a sure sign it was going to be a warm night. She looked out at the passing Berkshire countryside, and wondered how anything this ugly could happen on such a perfect summer evening.



“It is not natural for a married woman to bed a man who is not her husband.” She struggled to breathe; a vise tightened around her chest.



“You must be joking. Women do it all the time. That’s how they entertain themselves. You didn’t believe we would be faithful to each other for the rest of our lives, did you? What a ridiculous notion.”



The thought of copulating with Elliott was horrific enough. Now he wanted her to sleep with his friends, too. Bile rose in her throat at the idea of having to endure another man like her husband. He was totally amoral, and thought nothing of sleeping with a friend’s wife. He undoubtedly took pleasure in it. He never controlled his lust. If he saw a woman he wanted, he took her by any means possible.




 
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Series Name: Honour, Love, and Courage Series 


Theme(s): Scarred Hero/Heroine 


SubGenre(s): Victorian

Imprint: Tea 
Length: Rosette 


Rating: Spicy (PG13) 


Keywords: Romance, Victorian, England, scarred hero 



Author Bio


After being thrown out of England for refusing to drink tea, Marlow Kelly made her way to Canada where she found love, a home and a pug named Max. She also discovered her love of storytelling. Encouraged by her husband, children and let’s not forget Max, she started putting her ideas to paper. Her need to write about strong women in crisis drives her stories and her curiosity regarding the lives and loves of historical figures are the inspiration for her characters. You can visit Marlow at www.marlowkelly.com.

   


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Wednesday, 11 February 2015

New Release



When Sinclair Darling, the Earl of Chilton, is suddenly tricked into marrying, he’s beyond furious, even though the girl is known as the Incomparable Queen of the ton because of her beauty. Taken aback by his new wife's spoiled behavior and seeming coldhearted selfishness, Sin desperately tries to hide that he's not the unwilling husband she thinks him to be — he has admired her from afar for years.
In the eyes of polite society, Lady Charmaine de Vere has it all—beauty, wit, and now marriage to the heir of one of the wealthiest dukedoms in England. But behind the shiny exterior a dark secret lurks, a secret she would do anything to save her sister from--even sacrifice her one chance for marital bliss.

EXCERPT:
“I’m not angry,” he repeated hoarsely. “Only disappointed.”
“Disappointed?” She stared at him in confusion. “Why are you disappointed with me?”
“Because you are not what I thought you were.”
His strange admission made her frown. “What was I supposed to be, then? As beautiful on the inside as I am on the outside?”
He had at least the decency to blush.
“Something like that.”
She wanted to laugh hysterically. When had her life become this twisted? As ever, it was her bloody looks creating the problem. First Lord Nester, possessively estranging her from everyone else. And now her husband who didn’t want her, as she didn’t live up to his high expectations.
“I’m sorry,” she choked, tears filling her eyes.
He made a painful grimace. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”
“Then why do you keep telling me it is?”
“Why? Because you were the one who made this marriage happen, not I. You were the one telling me you didn’t even care if it was me you married. Of course I think it’s your fault. If I’d had any choice I would never have married a woman claiming she doesn’t care if I am the one who is her husband.”
His jaw twitched harder and harder for every harsh word he spoke, until his whole face was hard as stone and just as cold. All his earlier embarrassment was long gone, and she knew she had to get away from him before she started to cry.
Because every word he said was true.

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Pre-Order Your Copy





Releasing January 27th, LADY OF THE KNIGHT, the second in the ROMANTIC KNIGHTS TRILOGY, is up for pre-order now for only 99 cents! Upon release the price will increase to $2.99, so take advantage of this limited time offer. If you love romance and the adventures inherent in space travel, this is the series for you. Book One, LEAP INTO THE KNIGHT, is also on sale for 99 cents!



Sir Darius Lee is a Knight of the High Order.
But when Darius discovers a stranger in his room in the middle of the night, and the intruder turns out to be a beautiful woman, he begins to question how he is meant to live his life.
Princess Megan of Bethyea is being held captive.
But when two knights help her to escape and bring her back to her home planet, she finds the home she knew no longer exists.
When The Council of Twelve questions Darius about his relationship with Maggie, she tries to flee from The Academy of the High Order to prevent him from losing his knighthood.
Will Darius and Orion find Maggie before she leaves Albion? And if they do, how can they face the decision of The Council? And what about the feelings Orion has developed for the princess?


 
Excerpt ~
“I thought you said you were here to buy slaves?” The man spoke crisply, with a high nasally voice. He was not exactly the type of man Darius had imagined the slave trader would be. Zavca Moore stood about five-foot-four, was nearly completely bald, and wore thin, gold-rimmed glasses. Still, something in the glint of his cold steel-blue eyes and tightly drawn mouth told the story of a man used to being ruthless. He now ran his eyes over Maggie, quirking an eyebrow.
“I am not a slave. I—” Maggie flinched as Orion raised his hand to hit her. Darius grabbed his wrist in midair with a loud snap. He glared at Orion, setting his teeth. He glanced around and relaxed the muscles in his face and shoulders, releasing his grip.
“Not in front of our host, Gorga,” he told Orion imperiously, turning to give Zavca a smile. Noting he was still staring at Maggie, Darius explained. “Oh, she—well let’s just say…” He took Zavca by the elbow and steered him away to speak confidentially. “…she’s a little tiresome. Beautiful, yes,” he said looking back at her, “but tiresome. Gorga can’t seem to tame her tongue no matter what he does. And believe me, he’s done his best.” Darius chuckled. “I was wondering if you might consider taking her in trade. I’ll pay good money for the rest, I assure you. I want to get her off my hands and find myself some new beauties, if you know what I mean.” He elbowed Zavca, playing up his spoiled rich man’s role to the hilt.
“Yes, well, I believe I could get a fair price for her. And Mic here hasn’t met a slave he couldn’t subdue somehow or other, right Mic?” The Neanderthal beside him showed a toothless grin, rubbing his hugely muscled arms forebodingly. Maggie shivered. “Take her to my room. I’ll be in shortly.”


LADY OF THE KNIGHT
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Friday, 16 January 2015

Double Magick



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Monday, 5 January 2015

New Release– End of Lonely Street by Alicia Dean – Plus an Awesome Giveaway




Can she let go of the past, 
before it destroys her future?



All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to college to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and the painful memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved kissing. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away, helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.



Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, and even though she knows her mother initiated the kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her back, she can‘t seem to get past what happened. He soon realizes that the true problem lies in Toby’s belief that she’s not good enough for him and in her fear that she will be just like her mother.



What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?
 

 


Excerpt:



Chapter One

Mapleton, Tennessee, November, 1957

Toby Lawson closed her eyes and shut out all sounds of the diner, except for Elvis Presley’s voice. He was crooning about how she was the only one for him…no matter where he went or what he did… he’d spend his whole life loving her…

Rough hands landed on her waist and shattered the fantasy. She caught a whiff of hair tonic and too much cologne, and she snapped her eyes open. Wes Markham’s hateful face replaced the image of Elvis’ beautiful, crooked smile and smoldering blue eyes.

“Let me go.” She gritted her teeth, keeping her voice low. If her boss, Mr. Winstead, knew there was trouble on account of her, he’d explode. He’d barely let her have the job in the first place. Everyone in Mapleton knew the Lawson women were trouble.

“Come on, honey. If you like that hip swivel, Presley ain’t the only one who’s got it. I got it too.” He released her with his left hand so he could run it over his slicked down hair and gave her a big-toothed, wolfish smile. “Only we’d be naked.” He shot a cocky grin over to his two companions—Chuck Stenson and Billy Garfield—who were leaning against the jukebox making kissing and whooping sounds.

Toby gripped his right wrist with one hand, tightening her hold on the utensils she held in the other. “I said let me go. Now!”

“Aw, be a sport, Green-Eyes.”

The bulge of his pelvis pressed into her abdomen, and she gasped in shock. Nausea tightened in her esophagus. “Wes Markham, I’m warning you…”

She shoved against him, but he didn’t budge.

He pulled her tighter. “Your momma’s a whole lot friendlier than you are. They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree, so how’s about you cut the pretense and we go someplace quiet? Winstead won’t miss you for a few minutes.”

Her cheeks heated. She didn’t dare look around. No doubt the customers were watching, listening. Elvis had stopped singing and everyone in the place could hear what he’d said about her mother. It wasn’t like they didn’t all know, though. Constance Lawson hadn’t exactly kept her escapades a secret.

Toby clenched her teeth and brandished the utensils. She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Release me this instant, or I swear, you’ll be pulling this steak knife out of your eyeball.”

He held her gaze for a split second, then gave a laugh that was somewhere between nervous and furious. “Sure, sure. Okay.” He released her and stepped back. “I was just foolin’ around anyway. I got better things to do with my time than waste it on a used up chick like you.”

Muffled laughter rose around her. Oh God, she could crawl into a hole.

“How about you apologize to the lady, then beat it?”

Toby whirled at the male voice. Noah Rivers stood behind her, looking handsome and sharp in his police uniform—even with his dark hair in the military buzz cut. Her knees weakened, and tingles swept over her skin. She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. She’d heard he was back, but hadn’t seen him until now. And what a time to have a reunion.


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*** 10% of all of Alicia Dean’s net royalties for End of Lonely Street will go to
The Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation http://www.graceland.com/epcf/  ***

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.
Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

Alicia says: "I’m excited to share my latest release from The Wild Rose Press on what would have been Elvis’ eightieth birthday. ‘End of Lonely Street’ is a Vintage Romance Short Story set in 1957, in the era when Elvis first burst on the scene. Like my heroine in the story, I am a diehard Elvis fan. (As you probably figured out, I took the title from a line in Heartbreak Hotel, which was Elvis’ first million selling record)."
 

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Sunday, 21 December 2014

New Release ~ Destiny Calling


  


 
The Enchatlings: Volume 1


Hope only wants to find out if her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with her touch makes her the devil's spawn, or his exterminator. But when the woman who raised her is murdered by something not human, she loses the only family she knew and discovers one she might wish she hadn’t.

Drawn back to the hometown she vowed never to return to, her ability is seen as an asset to everyone but Hope, and she doesn't know who to trust. Her family wants her to help them overcome an enemy oppressing the human population, while the man of her dreams is courting her for the Underworld.

Time is running out, and Hope’s choice may be made for her, as she discovers she’s a pawn in a bigger game played by a merciless ruler who doesn't lose.


Excerpt:


I strained to release my arm from Griffith’s vise-like grip while scanning the surrounding trees, trying to determine which was less of a threat, the beast of a man holding me or those who might be waiting for me in the woods.
“You will come inside, now.” Griffith spoke slowly and deliberately as if I were a small child.
I batted at the hand Griffith placed on my head. “I’m not a puppy, quit petting me.”
“I will protect you.” Griffith’s warm breath caressed my ear. “If for no other reason, to find out what I’m giving up and why she wants you so badly.”
I inhaled his masculine scent, like musky earth. It washed over my face, and the tension in my jaw released. I stopped struggling. “Are you the devil?” My tongue was thick and heavy so the words came out slurred.
“Not even close.” His words soothed and comforted, like having a weighted blanket cocoon me. Each movement was an effort. It wasn’t the same as the thing in the woods. This was more like the feeling after a long massage or bubble bath.
“It’s not safe.” Griffith wrapped his arms around me, and I rested against his broad chest.
“It’s not safe.” I nodded. My muscles relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy.
“It’s cold. We’re going inside.” Griffith kept his arm supporting me as he steered me toward the house.
“We’re going inside.” I parroted and walked up the steps, leaning heavily on him.
Out of the corner of my eye, something was cautiously moving at the edge of the woods. Branches snapped as whatever was observing us crept closer.



 
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