"Timelost Lover" New Emerald Isles Fantasies book from Susanna Stone!

Great news, today marks the release of another fantastic Emerald Isles Fantasies book! My guest today is the lovely Susanna Stone. Susanna is a sweet friend and co-creator of Ellora’s Cave “Emerald Isles Fantasies” book series. I know you’ll love her charming contribution to this beautiful series “Timelost Lover”.

Thanks Kat for having me as a guest blogger today at Seven Sexy Scribes.

It's been a lot of fun working with you and all the other Ladies of Tullamore, coming up with a whole variety of paranormal events at the historic Castle Tullamore.  All the rest of you have produced wonderful characters and supernatural beings.  Now it's my turn to join the party with Timelost Lover.

My heroine, Tannis Romilly, is visiting the Castle Tullamore Hotel, when she takes the old elevator to the attic, looking for the abandoned studio of a famous Irish painter, Brendan Pearse, who lived and worked there over 100 years ago.  She can't believe what's happening when she find the studio is still in use, and Brendan is alive and well and in need of the perfect model for his Irish Freedom paintings.  And he knows the moment he sees her that she's the one.

I had a lot of fun imagining the time travel elements of this story, and how they react to each other, especially as lovers, coming as they do from total different worlds.  I especially enjoyed using  the elevator, which was built in an ancient time portal. At first it works in their favour, and then things go awry, and Tannis finds herself at the mercy of the whims of Castle Tullamore.

I think we all had fun with our adventures at Castle Tullamore, and I hope those readers who enjoyed the other books will enjoy this latest adventure.

Blurb: Timelost Lover

Part of the Emerald Isle Fantasies series

When Tannis first sees an iconic painting by Irish nationalist artist Brendan Pearse, she’s stunned that the naked woman in the picture looks exactly like her, even down to the intricate Celtic tattoo on her breast. Seeking answers, she travels to Castle Tullamore, an ancient Irish stronghold steeped in magic, where the artist lived and worked a hundred years ago. Inexplicably, she is whisked back in time and meets him face to face.

Brendan doesn’t know what to make of this otherworldly woman who seems to have come out of nowhere to be his model. But he knows she’s exactly the woman he needs for his Irish Freedom trilogy. At the risk of endangering his master work, and against all his own rules, he knows he can never hope to capture her essence on canvas without first possessing her body in the flesh.

But their time together will be heart-breakingly brief, because Tannis knows Brendan died tragically young, and there’s nothing she can do to change history.

A Romantica® time travel erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt from Timelost Lover

The old detachment of modeling came back to her with ease, reminding her of the days she’d been comfortable standing naked in front of a dozen or more students, some working with a life model for the first time. She smiled at the memory of the first-year men in particular, scarcely more than boys, studiously avoiding her eyes—even more her private parts—pretending to be blasé about it all. Then actually achieving that nonchalance.

And here, now—though when was now?—she stood posing for one of Ireland’s greatest artists. Who would believe it? Well, no one, of course, because one part of her mind still held a modicum of disbelief, no matter how much her senses told her it was happening. The legendary Brendan Pearse using her for his classic work. His eye assessing everything he saw and transmitting the image to his hand to create the marks that represented her lines and highlights and shadows.

He was clearly lost in that element of creation, no more aware of her as a woman than she was of—

He looked up at the very moment her eyes were resting on his face.

And everything shifted for her.

They held each other’s look for a million nanoseconds. His hand stopped for perhaps two beats of the heart, and then he resumed his work with no obvious change in pace or demeanor.

Tannis, however, had felt the swing of her own feelings from inward to outward, right to left, turned upside down. Suddenly very, very self-aware.

Aware of him as a man. Aware of her own nakedness.

No longer a model, a detached professional. Every square millimeter of her flesh felt exposed to this fully dressed man, this icon, this stranger. Alone with him in this isolated room, she felt almost shy of him.

Never in her life, either as a model or a lover, had she felt so on display, flaunting herself and her sexuality. She ached to cover her body.

She would be in a blatantly exposed position. Full frontal nudity, to use that modern term than he would never hear in his life.

How much longer could she bear it? Every second she stood here exposing herself tore at her nerve endings. Her composure was in shreds, her heart pounding in trepidation of what might happen next.

The only thin bright spot was that Brendan himself seemed oblivious to her sexually, unaware of her anguish. His lips tight, his eyes hard, he continued to pour his energy into the sketch before him.

She grabbed hold of her composure and forced herself to remain standing naked before him.

Sweet Saint Brigid. What the hell had just happened? All he’d done was catch her eye, and some unseen energy had sent a shock straight into his libido. He no longer saw his vision of Ireland’s tragedy and courage, but simply and totally a flesh and blood woman of unbelievable erotic potency.

A woman whose sheer sexuality flowed from every pore in her flesh.

He must have been blind. Blinded by the idea of her as his Celtic spirit, blinded by his artist’s vision, to the point where he had failed to see her as a person.

At what point had the primitive male kicked aside the artist?

He willed his nerves to settle down, his unruly ardor to back off. If he could just keep his mind on the project and away from imagining— Never mind.

“All right, turn around for me.” He put iron and detachment into his voice. She rearranged herself to display her back. Gripping the sketchbook as though it could protect him from her, he began to recreate the elegant curve of her back, the dip at the base of her spine—

Stop thinking, damn it. Just draw.

copyright Susanna Stone 2014; all rights reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.

Available today!

Ellora’s Cave

http://www.ellorascave.com/timelost-lover.html

Check out other great books in the Emerald Isles Fantasies series including mine “Lord Griffin’s Prize”

http://www.ellorascave.com/series/emerald-isle-fantasies.html

Contact Susanna Stone at:
http://susannastone.blogspot.ca/

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Thank you Susanna for being my guest today! Congratulations on another wonderful book. Best wishes to you.

XXOO Kat

Susanna Stone's got "One For The Road"

Friday’s special treat is a new novella from Susanna Stone who is also a sister Emerald Isle Fantasies contributor. Susanna is an easy-going, outdoorsy woman who is a pleasure to work with. Her fantastic tale of Irish enchantment will be coming soon to Ellora’s Cave. I can’t wait to share it with you.

Today’s offering is a contemporary tale of two sexy strangers who find themselves taken for a ride by fate… Read on for a sweet taste of One For the Road.

Blurb:

When Lindsay Thomas gets caught in the rain in the middle of the night, taking refuge in a friend’s camper is the perfect answer. But the next morning, when she finds herself a long way from home, alone in the wilds with a total stranger, the lucky break turns into a whole different game. Especially since Lindsay, having just broken up with her straitlaced boyfriend, has sworn she’s ready to have sex with the first man to come along.

Cade McKenna's life is finally looking up. A pickup truck, the open road, nothing but freedom ahead. And with any luck, he’ll find a woman to put an end to the past year of enforced celibacy. As soon as possible. He has no idea just how soon, until his first stop, when he discovers he has a stowaway, a woman who’s equally deprived and equally ready to make all that deprivation history.

For three days and nights, the chance-met passionate strangers slake each other’s sexual thirst and stoke each other’s desires. Until they have to face the reality of their very separate worlds.

Want a another taste of One For Road? Of course you do! Here’s an excerpt.

…Lindsay hadn’t a clue what time it was, but judging by the light outside the curtained windows, dawn was in the process of breaking.

At least she knew where she was. And why. In Dan’s camper, because sometime in the night she’d stopped trying to work on a relationship with Kevin.

And how do you feel about that? her inner analyst asked.

“Great.” And it was true. She just had to write off the six weeks with Kevin to experience. But other than that, she had to admit she felt more relieved than anything.

All right, even more than relieved, she was frustrated. Back to square one. Because really, sex only once in eleven months—without an orgasm—was not what she’d call a good time.

Simone’s suggestion of a dark and dangerous stranger sounded damn good right now.

Imagine, a complete stranger undressing you, exploring your body, unfamiliar hands roving all over your skin, and unfamiliar fingers working their way up inside you. You’ve never seen him before, and you’re never going to see him again. You never know his name. He does things to you you’ve never had done before, because there’s no inhibitions here.

A stranger. Excellent idea. The perfect way to avoid another guy with issues about her being Andrew Thomas’ daughter.

Okay, she was worse off than she thought if she was seriously considering Simone’s dare to take a walk on the wild side.

Lindsay sat up and glanced around the camper. First things first. Throwing off the covers, she swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bunk, her feet finding the step. Time to get dressed, flag a cab and head home. Then take off for the cottage and just forget about men and politics. At least until Saturday night.

She stretched into a long, energizing yawn, but cut it short when she heard the sound of the latch on the door.

Oh shit! She looked down to ensure the t-shirt covered her adequately as the door swung open.

The man who stepped into the camper, backlit by the sun in the doorway, was of medium height and build and dressed in rough denim. He shut the door behind him. She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable moment when his eyes would adjust to the dim light.

“What the hell…?” he said slowly, quietly.

Not Dan Talbot.

But certainly the first man to come along.

And definitely a stranger.

Cade McKenna couldn’t even begin to wonder who this woman was and how she’d got here. Despite her wearing only a t-shirt—a familiar one at that—she seemed remarkably calm in his presence.

She remained seated on the edge of the bunk. Almost as though she’d been expecting him.

“Um, mind telling me what you’re doing here?” he asked. A fair question.

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have just made myself at home like this but it was cold and wet last night.” But she didn’t look repentant.

“And you just happened to find my camper in the middle of the night, in the middle of downtown Ottawa and broke in and took a nap.”

“Well, actually, the lock was broken. Um, this is Dan Talbot’s camper, right?” 

"Yeah. He’s lending it to me for my cross-country trip.” He pulled in a long, calming breath and clenched a fist at his side. Whatever her story, she was in his space and wearing his t-shirt and, he suspected, nothing else. And it had been a long dry spell.

She nodded. “I see.”

“Look,” he said, “I don’t want to complain, but I’m a little uncomfortable to find you here at all, let alone dressed—or not dressed—like that.”

“Oh, this?” She glanced down at the ancient Nike t-shirt. Just Do It. Great. “I found it in here. Yours?”

He nodded and swallowed painfully as he caught sight of her nipples, taut against the thin cotton. Was she wearing anything beneath the shirt? He forced his gaze back up to her face.

“I suppose you want it back.”

 “Not yet. But I’d appreciate it if you could just get dressed and— hey, wait a second.”

A jolt of dismay mixed with hot yearning shot through him, right down to his gut and lower.

That text from Dan he’d picked up when he’d stopped for coffee. “Enjoy the trip, buddy. And enjoy the little surprise package I sent along. On the house. I know you can sure use it.”

He took another look at her, so calm in his presence. Almost as though she’d been expecting him. He was going to absolutely kill Dan when he got back. And right now he was going to get this woman out of here.

Just as soon as he’d had one taste of her.

After all, he was only human.

(I think that’s sounds pretty damn hot!)

Susanna Stone’s “One For The Road” is available now from Ellora’s Cave Publishing:

http://www.ellorascave.com/one-for-the-road.html

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Thank you for dropping by!

XXOO Kat

The Next Big Thing Tag Blog

The very talented Cindy Spencer Pape tagged me in her blog. If you love charming, compassionate characters and Steampunk please checkout Cindy’s work here: http://www.cindyspencerpape.com/

I don’t know if it is the next big thing but I’m pretty excited about an upcoming new book series from Ellora’s Cave. Nine other Ellora’s Cave authors and I collaborated on what I think of as the ultimate paranormal erotic adventure. All the stories take place in an enchanted Irish castle, and let me tell you anything goes! All the stories are loosely connected but can be read as stand alones.

What is your working title of your book?

Katalina Leon: I just completed my WIP. It’s a stand alone Ellora’s Cave novel length book. My working title is “Lord Griffin’s Prize”

Where did the idea come from for the book?

Katalina Leon: All the EC authors in this series originally shared the same Irish editor for a few months. The beautiful pictures of Irish hotels she shared with us were highly inspiring. As a group we decided to create a series.

What genre does your book fall under?

Katalina Leon: Paranormal erotic-romance. We’ve got a little bit of everything from shifters to werewolves to vamps.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Katalina Leon: My dream cast would be a plumper version of Evangeline Lilly to play my heroine and Clive Owen to play my hero.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Katalina Leon: A hot shifter trapped under a curse can’t wait to fully become a man again and reclaim his long lost lover.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Katalina Leon: The series will be available from Ellora’s Cave Publishing in 2013.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

Katalina Leon: I took about five weeks to complete. Then I set it aside for a bit and spent another week or two refining it.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

Katalina Leon: That’s a tricky question. I better just tell you a little about the story’s content and allow you to decide. “Lord Griffin’s Prize” has time-travel back to 1332 AD to a castle under siege, a witch’s curse, phantom lovers slipping under the sheets, crazed villains, life or death struggles, abduction and ravishment at the hands of a handsome warlord, forced marriage and true love that spans a 700 year chasm. Pheew! To think my poor heroine thought she was checking into a peaceful hotel!

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

Katalina Leon: The other ladies in the group were so creative and supportive and the natural enchantment of Ireland was a big inspiration too.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Katalina Leon: Do you like the idea of being captured and ravished by a handsome war chief who's had his eye on you for years?

I hope you enjoyed the blog.

I’m also hoping to finish another short novel in a week or two. This WIP also has an enchanted time travel theme. My art-loving heroine gets to go back in time to model for her favorite Bohemian artist in 1903. Again, lucky girl!

Thank you for coming by to visit today.

XXOO Kat

(Shush, it’s sort of a secret… All these talented authors have great stuff on the near horizon they’re almost ready to talk about. For sure you’ll want to check out next week’s next big thing!)

I tagged:

Amber Skyze http://www.amberskyze.com/

Susanna Stone http://susannastone.blogspot.ca/

Liz Crowe http://www.brewingpassion.com/

Jennifer LaRose http://www.jenniferschmidlin.com/

Rea Thomas http://reathomas.wordpress.com/