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Monday, November 24, 2014

Air is rare up here at #1 for THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE and Top 100 Bestselling Authors List!

Smelling salts!!!! Where are they?

I am #1 at Historical Regencies at Amazon (as of Wednesday morning 11.19.14) with Stephanie Laurens at 2 and Sabrina Jeffries at 3.

Over at Allromanceebooks.com, my box set of THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE stands at #1 in paid Regencies.
Malmaison's Music Room

I am speechless. Glad I can type the Queen's English! LOL!

And this put me on the TOP 100 BEST SELLING AUTHORS List in Historical fiction at Amazon!

Barely coherent.

Please do visit my own blog for tales of my trip to France recently!

We ate well and traveled very well, taking the Metro or RER or TGV every day to a marvelous place. Like where?

Malmaison. Josephine's home.

Fountainebleau. Built by Francis I and loved by Napoleon.

Palais Imperial. In Compiegne. Loved by Napoleon.

Portrait of Josephine
in Malmaison


Chantilly. The grandest of the grand chateaux.
sigh.

Come with me as I take you to all these wonderful places: http://cerisedeland.blogspot.com



Saturday, November 22, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving...

It's snowing in the mountains...
And I love it!

It's not officially winter yet, but I love a snowy Thanksgiving almost as much as I adore a snowy Yuletide. Not sure why, but I love snow and the chilly, crisp air of a winter's day. I think it's because I grew up in a small town at the 6,800 foot level of the high Steptoe Mountain valley desert.  Summers were short...springs were short and sweet...and snow often fell by Halloween. We went pine-cone hunting in September...getting covered in pine pitch and smelling that heavenly scent of ripe pine cones. By Thanksgiving, we were in 6 inches of deep snow, and eagerly awaiting that big huge grand holiday when Santa would come to visit. Kids are sooo easy.

Now I live in a high mountain valley at the 4,700 foot level...the summers are longer, and the springs and falls are nice and cool...and I still love snow. The only drawback to the cold white stuff is that when the first skiff of snow hits the streets, people completely forget how to drive! 

With Thanksgiving coming up soon, I always get excited about the winter holidays. I am already debating on whether or not to put up a Christmas tree this year...the cats have settled down and are mature, but they still attempt to climb up the center pole of the tree. So I have not used glass ornaments in the past four years. I simply adorn the tree with small lights and a few unbreakable cheap sparkly ornaments...which inevitably get chewed up by the dog after they are ripped from the branches by pouncing kitties. Last year, they pulled the tree over three times. Of course, nothing broke. And the usual hour's time-out in the bathroom did nothing to slow them down.

I would truly love to have the tree up the way I always did when the kids were young...filled with antique glass balls and little metal instruments like French horns and trombones. Home made ornaments the kids made in school. Glass partridges to hang in the upper branches.  Tinsel.  You don't want to hear what happened to the last glass partridge...I did find the plastic tail feathers and the glass part under the tree...but the body feathers, alas, were found in the kitty litter box a few days later.

Stupid cats couldn't tell the difference between a real bird and a fake one...

Have a marvelous Thanksgiving...

Hugs

Fran Lee

 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Ready, Set, Cuddle!!


Winter = Romance!!

Aw, come on now, hear me out.....

*  A snow covered landscape is breathtakingly beautiful.

*  With more hours of darkness, going to bed earlier makes sense. Who says you have to sleep??

*  Snuggling with your sweetie on the couch wrapped in an afghan makes any TV show better.

*  The oven can be on all day. A house filled with the aromas of baked goods, a roast, or any other yummy deliciousness brings out the 'warm and fuzzy' in people.

*   Lobbing a snowball at your lover is just plain fun. And when you're finished playing outside, most likely because you're frozen to the bone, warming each other up is even more fun! Layers of clothes need to be removed, lots of rubbing is required to restore circulation, spending quality hot shower time together has great merit.... 

Happy Winter :)

Tessie
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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Lia Davis "Touch of Desire" + Giveaway



Touch of Desire (Ashwood Falls, #4.5)
By Lia Davis

Releases November 18th

Preorder links:

Blurb:
As the wolf senior enforcer, Torin Fisher’s job is to protect the pack and each of its members. That includes the beautiful submissive wolf, Cora Rivers. He’s known for a while she belongs to him, but he decided to wait for her to come to him willingly. Since her brother’s death, he’s watched her withdraw from the Pack little by little. Tired of sitting by watching her suffocate her wolf, he decides the time has come to claim her.
Cora Rivers is no stranger to pain. Just as she comes out of her mourning over her parents’ brutal murder, her brother—and best friend—suffers the same horrifying death. Grief cripples her and in attempt to learn to be independent, she inadvertently stifles her wolf by not letting her out to play on a regular basis. When Torin Fisher, begins the mating dance, her only choice is to run.
Together they have a chance to not only release her wolf, but find the connection and future they both deserve.

Ashwood Falls reading order:



Excerpt:
The familiar scent of spring lilies invaded Torin’s senses, enticing and alluring. His wolf began to pace and whimper when the man made no move toward the door their female stood behind. Why would she seek him out here of all places?
The door to the new temporary computer central opened, and the scent intensified. Turning toward the entrance, he met the stare of his mate and instantly grew hard. Whether Cora knew she belonged to him or not, he remained uncertain. He’d known since she’d come of age at eighteen. Though he had every intension of claiming her, he and his wolf had to wait until she came out of her grieving period over the loss of her family.
He ground his molars together and inhaled deeply through his nose. Felix and his band of fucked up minions were going to pay. Someday, somehow. Torin was going to be there to witness the fall.
Straightening fully, he studied her. Strawberry blonde curls fell in unruly waves around her shoulders as if she rolled out of bed. Maybe she had. He roamed his gaze over the rest of her. She wore a faded pair of gray sweatpants and a pink tee with a coffee stain above the hem. His cock hardened even more, pressing painfully into the zipper of his jeans.
She held onto their eye contact for only a brief moment, but long enough for him to see the distress and sadness she fought to hide from the world.
He stalked toward her, and, when he got within a foot from her, she retreated a step. Then Keegan flattened a hand on his chest. Torin glanced down at the leopard’s hand, then met his stare. “What’s up?”
Keegan chose to answer him telepathically—a skill the former Alpha shared with all the enforcers and sentries. I know she’s your mate, but she needs time.
I’ll give it to her, but she needs….
She needs to heal and become independent. If you push her, she’ll run.
Torin let out a low growl, then focused on Cora. She watched them as if expecting an attack. Sighing, he dropped his shoulders and held out his hand. “Good morning. What has you so upset?”
“Just a dream. What are you doing?” She indicated Alec and the five-screen computer system.
After a quick glance over his shoulder, he studied her closer. Her attention focused on Alec and the monitors. “He’s trying to figure out the new security layout, but he’s not having much luck.”
“Fuck you, Tor. If it was easy, they wouldn’t need me and Dane to work on it,” Alec growled.
Torin laughed. “He’s having so much fun. You should stay and join us.”
“I think I will.” Cora pushed past him to stand next to Alec at the computer.

Torin stared, shocked her sudden change in mood and interest in what Alec was doing. A low growl rumbled from his chest. He meant it as a joke, not expecting her to give her attention to another male. His wolf paced and snarled, demanding Torin grab her and leave the building.

Lia Davis Bio

Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and three equally special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, and a lover of romance. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it's her home and she loves it!
An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very active imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.
Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.

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GiveawayA mega swag pack: canvas tote bag, ear buds, vampire Christmas spiral notebook, hand made purse charm with matching book thong, and other goodies.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I am addicted to sparklies...




I love to make handcrafted jewelry...
Not because I'm cheap (because making this stuff from scratch gets pretty pricy) but because I can tailor-make an item for the individual I'm giving it to.  I love Swarovski  crystal beads.  Especially the Aurora Borealis colors.

I used to buy tons of stuff to give to people at Christmas or for birthdays.  Things they often didn't like or it didn't fit. But now I make stuff.  I buy sterling silver chains and create pretty necklaces out of vintage brooches and earrings.  I make earrings with sterling ear wires and sparkly beads.

If the crystal beads are too tiny for chains, I thread them on mono filament fishing line and add a sterling clasp. I used to make knotted pearl necklaces with 14k gold or sterling clasps.

If someone gave you a handmade gift for the holidays or for a birthday, would you treasure it, or put it in a drawer and forget about it?  Would you feel insulted because that person was too chintzy to buy a REAL gift??  

My granddaughter crochets adorable stuffed animals out of colored yarns and cotton balls.  I commissioned her to make me half a dozen of the darling little things...lambs and bunnies and octopus-es???  Um, I think that should be octopi.  LOL!

Do you make baked goods or candies for friends and family at the holidays? Or so you make scarves or mittens or hats? 

If you are an author, do you give books? 

Share some of the best home-made gifts you have received.  What did you think when you got them?

Hugs,

Fran Lee

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Afton Locke's "Jamaican Temptation"

Jamaican Temptation ~ can you resist?





Kyra wants a vacation fling with a hot reggae musician. Justin is on a spiritual path to celibacy. Can they resist Jamaican temptation?

Ah, temptation. Wanting what we can’t or shouldn’t have. What’s your temptation? Is it sexy man pics, chocolate, wine, or something else? Mine are all of the above plus hot musicians like the hero in this story.

Jamaican Temptation
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/JamaicanTemptation.html
Watch the Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/OZsGGl8KUQk

*[soul meme  image here]

Blurb
Shopaholic Kyra Mays decides to shop for a rich man on her Jamaican vacation. Instead, she meets Justin Lance, a white reggae singer who’s nearly as poor as the orphans he devotes his life to helping. Overwhelmed by his magnetism, she decides to have a fling with him.

All that matters to Justin is being a perfect Rastafarian. He vows to avoid succumbing to temptation with the dark beauty at all costs. Unable to keep their hands off each other, they forge a bond that is just as emotional as physical as they explore their differences on the lush island of Jamaica. But Justin’s secret will put their ability to compromise through an impossible test.

Excerpt (explicit)
Jamaican Temptation - Copyright © Afton Locke, 2014

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered.

His hungry gaze bathed her with warmth. Clearly, he wanted her more than he ever had. Telling him she’d experienced poverty earlier must have been the magic words. Ever since, he’d looked at her as if they were on the same team…and they could have a relationship. But why? What difference did her background make?

Her thighs trembled in response to his heated stare, anticipating the sensation of his tongue on her folds. Instead of lowering his head, though, he shook it.

“Am I really doing the right thing?” he asked. “I can justify it by saying I’m giving you pleasure, but I can’t help getting pleasure out of it as well.”

Kyra’s jaw tightened as she cupped a palm over her cleft to hide it. “Justin, this back-and-forth business is driving me crazy. A little pleasure isn’t going to make the world end.”

“The Rasta way of life is important to me,” he said. “I have to stay true to my faith every minute of every day, not only when I feel like it.”

She sighed. “I respect that. Hand me my pants, so I can get dressed.”

Instead, he lowered his head. His blue gaze, clear with his decision, sought hers on the way down. Apparently, he planned to continue. A shiver of anticipation she couldn’t have suppressed if she’d wanted to coursed through her.

“Yes, Justin, yes,” she whispered. “It’s all right.”

He kissed the insides of her thighs first, as gently as he’d massaged her feet earlier. His slight beard brushed her tender skin, igniting icy-hot flames everywhere it touched. Devon used to take her fast and hard. Foreplay was usually as compressed as his busy schedule. Closing her eyelids and surrendering to the titillating sensations, she wished Justin had been her first lover.

Maybe her only lover.

He gripped the undersides of her thighs, and the bed squeaked as he shifted position. He must mean business. Perspiration broke out across her forehead, and she opened her eyes. If he changed his mind, she swore she’d scream.

“I want to feel your hair…on me,” she demanded.

Where had that come from?

Without questioning her strange request, he gripped one of his locks and held it in front of his face with reverence. “Do you know what the dreadlocks signify, Kyra?”

They signify something hot and sexy I want on my body. Now!

“They stand for everything natural and good. No scissors, combs, styling gadgets, or dye touches them. According to the Rasta faith, those things are the work of Babylon.”

Babylon must be the name of her hairdresser because her hair was cut, straightened, and highlighted. Before she could reply, he grasped the end of one lock and brushed it across her mound. It probably went without saying that her bikini wax was also up Babylon’s alley. She watched, breathless, as his hair mingled with the scanty tuft of hers.

Then he lowered the tantalizing lock, brushing it across her clit. She cried out as each of his silky hairs brushed her nerve endings. How could the man be so spiritual one minute and scorching hot the next? The combination was more potent than fire and gasoline.


Coming Soon

Alpha in Disguise - Decadent Publishing - Black Hills Wolves - paranormal

Deeper Than Perfect - Musa Publishing - time-travel

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