Saturday, March 29, 2014

Rosanna Leo shares Predator's Claim

Today, I have Rosanna Leo to share her latest Gemini Island novel:  Predator's Claim.

Peep Rep: They all look very friendly...

Liza: Yes, they certainly do. So let's find out more...

For years, wolf shifter Bart Cairo has harbored secret feelings for his co-worker, Charlotte Moffatt. Even though he thinks he’s been discreet with his affections, everyone at Gemini Island’s Ursa Fishing Lodge knows he and Charlotte, a fellow wolf shifter, are meant to be mates. Everyone but Charlotte.

Charlotte couldn’t be less interested in mating. A free spirit, she wants nothing more than to succeed at her new career in the big city and leave small-town Gemini Island behind. However, she can’t deny Bart stirs up unwanted emotions inside her. Emotions she swore she’d never feel again.

The occasion of Bart’s family reunion compels him to assume new responsibilities, and to consider a role he never envisioned for himself. Family tensions rise to the surface as a new Alpha is proclaimed in his pack. And when old grudges escalate, Bart must stake his claim.

Charlotte resists as he stakes a claim on her as well. But when he begins to employ sexual tactics of temptation, she wonders if the only solution is submission to the enticing wolf man. Can she trust her heart again? And can they find their happy ending before an enemy cuts their story short?

His boss sighed. “I know you miss her.”
Bart’s eyes popped wide open. All of a sudden, his scar felt like a throbbing mess of nerves. He rubbed the craggy line that ran from his forehead, over his right eyebrow and down to his cheek. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play coy with me. I’ve been working with you for years and can read you like a book, my friend.” He stared him down. “I know how you feel about Charlotte Moffatt.”

Oh, shit. “What? Who?”

“Oh, you want me to spell it out? Fine.” He began to speak extra slowly, as if to a really stupid mute. 
“Bart Cairo, I am aware that you secretly lust after my chambermaid Charlotte. You know, the cute little wolf shifter with the potty mouth? Black hair, silvery eyes. Remember her? And I know that since she left the resort a couple of months ago to finish her research in Toronto, you’ve been an emotional wreck.”

Bart stared, flabbergasted and bereft of words. He thought he’d been so discreet.

“In fact,” Ryland continued, “you may think your love of this woman is a total secret, but the whole resort knows. Everyone. Even some of the regular customers. Seriously, dude. I get emails from people asking, ‘Did Bart ever get together with Charlotte? They’d make such a cute couple.’ So, I think you need to shit or get off the pot, my friend. Either that, or stop harassing my customers.” His black eyes burned with frustration.

The hammering of his heart seemed intent on vanquishing the wild pounding in his head, the same pounding that had begun ever since Charlotte had announced she was going to spend a few months at the University of Toronto to complete her master’s in religious education. It was on that day Bart took a swift leave of his senses.

She wanted to spend a few months in the big city. Away from tranquil Gemini Island where they both worked. Away from him. In a place where there were lots of bars and temptations and … men.

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and
breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Happy Birthday Baby by Tory Richards

Happy Birthday Baby!
Tory Richards

Everyone has a birthday, right? I mean, if you don’t, then you’re probably six-feet under. Personally I like growing older. Age has always just been a number to me. Unlike my sister, who’s only a year younger, who celebrated her 29th birthday for several years. She was in denial. How we celebrate our birthdays vary depending on  budget, culture, location, and many other things. Some people don’t acknowledge their birthdays at all, while others may only celebrate reaching certain milestones.

Lordy, lordy looks who’s forty. My gosh, I can still remember that day as my co-workers decorated my office with black streamers, balloons, and confetti. I had a screen protector over my computer and one clown slipped black paper between it and the monitor so that when I turned it on all I saw was black. Thinking something was wrong with my computer I called IT and spent several minutes on the phone with them before figuring out what the problem was. I found confetti in my desk drawers for months after my birthday.

In Happy Birthday Baby! our heroine is celebrating the milestone of turning fifty, and her friends planned something special for her after a day of pampering.  Below is a blurb and excerpt. Enjoy!

 Happy Birthday Baby
Tory Richards

What better way to spend your fiftieth birthday than with the hot male stripper you’ve been coveting for months! Proving you can have fun at any age, Happy Birthday Baby! from author Tory Richards is a celebration of life you won’t soon forget.

 Joe seemed to reach us in record time. He pulled the man away from me. While they were exchanging heated words, I casually slipped away and headed for the door, praying that Helen and Sandy had taken care of the bill before they left. I didn’t stop until I was outside. At the same time, it dawned on me that I didn’t have a ride home. Damn! There was no way I was going back inside, so I headed toward the street where I would be able to see beneath the light to make a call.

“Lana, wait.” I heard Joe’s voice and picked up my step, which was hard to do on gravel while wearing heels. He caught up with me in no time, gently taking hold of my arm and drawing me to a halt. “Are you okay?”

I knew we were looking at each other, but it was too dark to see his expression. “Yes. I just need some light to call a cab.”
“You’ve changed your mind about coming home with me?”

“I’m sure you can find a replacement,” I said, thinking about the waitress inside.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily. “What did that jerk tell you?”

“Enough to know you won’t be lonely. I only hope my friends didn’t pay you too much to sleep with me.” The hand on my arm tightened, revealing either I’d hit a nerve, or he was growing angrier. “I’m okay with it, Joe, really. I should have known a man like you would have to be paid for a little, ah, extra special attention.”

“A man like me?” His tone was low and gravelly, and I didn’t need any light to know he was clenching his teeth. “Well, let’s go then. I want to make sure I give you their monies worth.”

Surprisingly, I wasn’t frightened of Joe. He brought out other emotions in me. So when he began pulling me behind him I didn’t protest. He was just too damned sexy, and arousal still hummed through my body. I knew that with his talents he’d have me eating out of his hand in seconds. He was a tall man, his steps much wider than mine, and it was inevitable that I’d stumble. When I did, he caught me, and pulled me up into his arms without breaking stride.

“This isn’t necessary.” A thrill shot through me in spite of my mild protest. I couldn’t recall the last time a man carried me.

He just grunted. When we reached his car, he dropped me to my feet at the passenger’s side door. I barely had time to notice it was a Corvette before he crushed me against the door and kissed me roughly. Caught totally by surprise, at first, I stiffened, but within seconds, I melted against him like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Oh my God, the man knew how to kiss! When he reined in his aggressive attack, his mouth turned soft and coaxing, dragging me into a realm of endless erotic possibilities.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Lori L. Clark talks about Older Women-Younger Men

Today, I have Lori L. Clark talking about
Older Women/Younger Men

In THE HEART KNOWS WHAT THE HEART WANTS the main character, Star, is a thirty-year-old woman who finds herself attracted to a twenty-one-year-old man. He couldn't care less about the age difference, but it weighs heavily on her mind. I love younger men, so it only seemed natural that I should write about a younger man, older woman relationship.

I've always been a bit of an "ageist." I married a man ten years my junior. It didn't last, but the reason we didn't stay together had nothing to do with the age difference!

I am an active, over fifty woman who believes in taking care of herself by eating healthy (mostly) and exercising. I ran my first half marathon at the age of 50, and have run two more since then. I'm very independent, and don't need a man to take care of me. (I don't want to take care of them, either.)

I'm not opposed to dating someone my own age, if they are fit and active as well. Sadly, I've found that men my age who are fit and active, are seeking women to wear on their arm like a trophy and aren't really interested in a woman my age.

I am surrounded by younger men where I work and live. I often find myself attracted to younger men and many of them have been attracted to me. I am a fit 50+ year old woman who is independent, attractive, I own my own home and I drive a nice car.

A lot of men my age seem intimidated by my independence, while a lot of younger men find it "hot." I take care of myself and am in better shape now than I was when I was 10 years younger. Why would I even want to settle for a man whose idea of exercise is getting off the couch to grab another beer during the commercial?

When an older man says: "She's got to be beautiful, well-preserved and other men need to be envious of me. There needs to be chemistry between us." What he's really saying is: "Even though my skin looks like a prune, my stomach hangs over my belt, and there's more hair on my back than on my head, SHE needs to be beautiful, thin, and young. After all, I'm a man, and society says I'm entitled to youth and beauty, even though I have neither."

If it's okay for a man in his fifties (or older) to want a woman half his age, then by God, it should be okay for a woman to be with a younger man!

I get a lot of comments from people who assume the reason I'm attracted to younger men is because of their sexual prowess. I'm not going to even get into that argument... All I'm going to say about that subject is: If you can keep up with me and run a half marathon, keep me mentally stimulated, and be my best friend as well as lover, I don't care what age you are!

 Title: The Heart Knows What The Heart Wants
Author: Lori L. Clark
Genre: Contemporary / Adult/New Adult Romance
Expected Release: March 6, 2014

Estelle "Star" Falconé, a thirty-year-old tattooed bartender, was once a free-spirited dreamer who dabbled in astrology for fun and secretly dreamed of becoming a rock-star some day.
Twenty-one-year-old Shane Harper was once the star of his high school basketball team. With a full ride scholarship, his dream was to play college basketball and study planetary science. When a tragic car accident permanently sidelines his basketball career, college is out of the question.

Sparks fly when their two worlds collide.

Can a relationship survive between a thirty-year-old starry-eyed woman who's on the run from an extremely dangerous man, and a twenty-one-year-old science guy who's hell-bent on protecting her at all cost?

***Caution*** for mature readers. Contains graphic violence including rape. This is a complete, standalone novel.

"What did you dream about becoming when you grew up?" he asked as he studied her face intently. "You know, like a ballerina, or nurse, or something?"

Without hesitation she replied, "A singer."

"You're a good singer?"

She snorted, "Oh God no. I can't carry a tune...which is probably why I never became a famous rock star. What about you, what did you want to be?" she asked. Besides hot.

All traces of happy drained from his face and he sighed. "A rocket scientist." Star's eyes widened. His flippant answer wasn't a joke -- his face was void of humor. "Actually, I was supposed to go to college to study planetary science."

"What happened? Why didn't you go?" she asked.

He stared silently for a few seconds. "Skip. Besides, it's my turn. You aren't allowed to ask two in a row."

She picked up her pen and added that question to the bottom of the list. "Okay, next," she told him.

"How many tattoos do you have?" he asked.

"Two," she said. She pushed up her shirt sleeve and pointed to the blue planet on the back of her hand. "You've seen Neptune."

"Okay, look. This doesn't count as one of my questions. But I'm dying here. What's the other tattoo, and where is it?" he asked leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"It's over my heart and it's just a saying," she said, patting her chest with her right hand.

"What saying?"

She bit her lip and replied, "The heart knows what the heart wants."

"Beautiful." He spoke the word so softly, she wasn't sure he'd said it at all. He pushed back his chair and stood. He rubbed the back of his neck. She fascinated him and he couldn't get enough of her. "I've got to go home and clean my apartment. I've got company coming over later, and I don't want her to think I'm a complete slob."

Star felt as though she'd taken a sucker punch to the stomach. "Oh. Well yeah. You wouldn't want her to think that," she said. She hoped the disappointment she felt over him having some other female in his apartment didn't show on her face.

He reached out, cupped her cheek with his hand, and brushed the pad of his thumb across her skin. "What time should I expect you?" he asked.

Pleased with his response, she raised her eyes to meet his, and smiled. "Six?"

He nodded. "Six it is." He smiled and dropped his hand to his side before turning to leave.

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Lori L. Clark was born in Iowa, where she spent the first forty-six years of her life. In 2007, she loaded up a moving van and relocated to Missouri, where she currently resides. Lori's only child is a very spoiled Min Pin named Barkley. When not writing, she reads and runs. She completed her first half marathon at the age of fifty.

In 2009, after participating in NANOWRIMO, she began to take seriously the voices in her head. Two New Adult contemporary romance novels, Different Roads, and I Breathe You, were published in 2013, and showed early success. The Heart Knows What the Heart Wants is set to release in March 2014, and has her venturing into the realms of Romantic Suspense.

Lori is a member of Savvy Authors, the St. Louis Writers Guild, and Romance Writers of America.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Liza O'Connor interviews A Masterpiece of Our Love by Nikki Lynn Barrett

Today, I'm interviewing the book A Masterpiece of Our Love by Nikki Lynn Barrett.

Pep Rep: Cool! And you spelled her name correct this time.

Liza: Yep. I figured out to double all consonants that don't begin the name, simple as that. So how is this book arriving?

 Peep Rep, It's dropping in. In fact, I should go catch it...

Liza: Welcome, Love. So glad you've dropped in. Rather risky way to arrive. Is Nikki mad at you?

Book: My author loves me...but why am I'm bothering to protest, you can't hear a word I say!

Peep Rep: Actually, she can. Liza has a bizarre ability to hear books. She also owns a paper shredder, so play nice.

Book: Oh dear. And I thought the umbrella was frightening... a paper shredder? Really?

Liza: Cease trembling, Love. I have never paper shredded a book. However, I am curious why you dropped in by umbrella?

Peep Rep: I may have told the pilot to Mary Poppin the book.

Liza: Peep rep!

Peep Rep: Sorry, I was provoked by the umbrella on the cover.

Liza: Well, sit in the corner and think about what you've done, terrifying poor Love.

Liza: So, if you had to describe the book in five words, what would you say.

Love: Just five?

Liza: Yep.

Love: Tricky, but I can do it: 

Two Lives Torn by tragedy

Liza: Well, I'm intrigued, tell me more.

Love: Eight year old Becca and twelve year old Hunter cling to each other and life after surviving a plane crash which stole their families.

Liza: Now I get it. Tell me about the love interest, and you are limited to FOUR words.

Love: Hmmmmm. Got it!
Two Souls Seeking Love

Liza: Well done. Tell me more please.

Love: Each year from the time she was old enough to travel on her own, Becca met up with Hunter on the island that altered their lives forever.
Until he stopped showing.

Her constant. Her link to the past. Gone in the blink of an eye.

Liza: Oh dear what happened? Wait. Tell me in five words again.

Love: You are a tough interviewer!

Two Lives Bound by Secret

Liza:  Go on!

Love: Suffering more heartbreak, Hunter returns to the one place he’s always sought comfort.

Liza: Would that be the island?

Love: Yes. The island where he and Becca met. The place that stole from him, and in the same instance gave to him. He hasn't been back or spoken to Becca in four years.

Liza: Why not?

Love: My author wishes that to be revealed in the book.

Liza: Well, he better tell Becca, or she's likely to hate him for disappearing. 

Love: He expects that. What he doesn't realize is that she's no longer the girl he abandoned. She's now a woman.

Liza: Well of course she's grown up! Why wouldn't he think...oh I get it. Men never grow up.

Love: Hunter is determined to prove to Becca he isn’t the same twelve year old boy of yesteryear.

Liza: Then all is well. 

Love: I fear not. Someone isn't happy about their reunion...Strange things begin to happen.

Liza: Like what?

Love: Letters show up in their hotel rooms and at home with cryptic messages.

Liza: Five words. What happens?

Love:         Two Broken Hearts Heal as One.

Liza: Oh good. tell me more.

Love: With the mystery unsolved, Hunter convinces Becca to spend the remainder of the summer back home with him.

Liza: Is that because he's worried for her safety?

Love: Partially. He also wants to give them a chance to rediscover the adults they’ve now become.

Will love get a chance to blossom or will the past come back and tear the masterpiece of their love apart, once and for all?

Liza: I don't know. Why are you asking me? I haven't read the book yet. Peep Rep, why didn't you stop her from asking me a question?

Peep Rep: Because you sent me to the corner where I'm drowning in misery.

Liza: Well stop drowning and come back. I'm no longer mad at you for Mary Poppining Love. She asked me a question I don't know the answer to.

Love: Is that bad?

Peep Rep: It makes her feel stupid. 

Love: Oh dear, how do I make it up to her?  That question is to Peep Rep, not you Liza.

Peep Rep: Let her peek beneath your covers and read a bit. That always makes her feel better.

"I echo that sentiment." Hunter chuckled. "What a night." They entered Range's and headed for the elevator. As the doors enclosed them in the small space, he turned to her again. Gently touching her face, Hunter inched closer. "Bec, I feel like we should talk about that kiss. That's the second time we've kissed and this year, I don't want to walk away without talking about it."

So that was still bothering him. And second kiss? So he did remember what happened four years ago. Well, shoot! She felt the heat rush to her face. She was so not ready to talk about this yet.

"It was just a kiss," she said softly. "We were caught up in the moment." Just a kiss? Oh, that was the wrong way to describe it. Hunter's kiss was on another level of amazing. She didn't know how to put it into words. She could get lost in a kiss like that under an umbrella in the rain. Or standing by the ocean while the sun set as the chilly waves danced around their feet.

Just like that, the room filled with an unseen energy charge between her and Hunter. What was that all about? She melted inside as his lips parted. What stopped her from kissing him again was the elevator. It jerked to a stop, signaling the arrival on her floor. The doors pulled apart.

"I'd better go," she muttered, tearing her gaze away from his face. She whirled and bolted, unsure of what to make of that tension she'd just felt. It wasn't the bad kind, not at all. It was the I-want-to-do-something-crazy-with-you kind.

Before the doors closed, she heard Hunter's quiet words. "It was more than just a kiss."

Back in her room, she leaned against the closed door and sank to the floor, touching her lips as if she could feel Hunter's still on them from yesterday. His voice echoed inside her head with his last comment. Yes, it was more than just a kiss.

For the past twenty years, Hunter had been her friend and mentor. On many occasions, her protector and voice of reason. The one who knew her weakness and fears, yet still loved her despite them.

Four years ago, something changed. And this year, it seemed to evolve. She had to push it out of her mind when he fell out of contact. She'd left it alone.

Until now.

Could it be they were both overly sensitive at making it through another storm ravaged accident and they were having mixed feelings? Or could it be so much more?

Nikki Lynn Barrett lives in Arizona with her husband and son. She's an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance. Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade.

Liza: This was great fun, Love. Thanks so much for dropping in.

Love: My pleasure. Any chance you can arrange safer travel back to Nikki?

Liza: I'll work on it. In the meantime sit back and talk to my peeps. They are a lovely lot.