It’s February! The shortest month of the year. I’m thrilled because Spring will get here that much quicker. We’re knee deep in snow with two more storms coming today and tomorrow. Soon we won’t be able to see driving down the streets.
Today I’m discussing names and where I find them. The truth is all over. I get them from street signs, obituaries, and television shows. My friend back in New York is working at a job that he hates and is bored out of his skull. He spends a lot of time on Facebook. Well I guess you can get a police blotter for you city through Facebook. My friend K, sends me these police blotters daily. Lately I’ve been stockpiling names from those! LOL I know I’m a bit odd, but I don’t use FULL names. I’ll take a first or last name I like and add my own other name.
So there you have it. That’s how I get my names! :o)
In other news I signed a new contract with Noble Romance. The story is called Love Revisited – Scott and Delia. These characters are from a story published in May 2009, called Rein Me In. The story appeared in the Spank Me Twice Anthology.
My story will be available April 11th.
Last but not least, my newsletter went out today. This month I’m giving away a book from my backlist along with a $25 gift card to Victoria’s Secret, Barnes and Noble or Borders. If you’re not a member sign up below. Don’t miss out on your opportunity to win!
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Showing posts with label spank me twice. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
New Cover Art
I'm excited about my new cover. Who doesn't love Jimmy Thomas?In Love Revisited I went back to take a look at where my characters Scott and Delia from the story Rein Me In are today. The story appeared in the Spank Me Twice anthology with Noble Romance. I don't have a release date yet, but they're thinking sometime in February.
I was pleasantly surprised to see me, along with Tara Nichols, Jude Mason and Keta Diablo are up for Best Anthology of 2010 over at Love Romances Cafe. For our book Spank Me Twice. If you feel so inclined I'd love your vote.http://lovesbooksandmore.blogspot.com/2011/01/nominees-for-best-anthologymulti-author.html
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Spank Me Twice
Okay, I'm sharing another blurb and excerpt from a backlist of mine. I'm so swamped with finishing two books to get to two different editors by FRIDAY, along with preparing for the DH's surprise party Saturday.
Next week I'll be away on vacation and leaving you with yet another backlist. I promise to give you something new when I return all rested! :)
Available now from Noble Romance Publishing
Enjoy!
Blurb:
Delia is happy being a stay-at-home wife, spending her husband's money. Only
problem? Scott doesn't share her enthusiasm. Yes, he wants his wife to enjoy the finer
things in life, but he wants her to stay within a budget.
Delia can't stick to a budget.
To teach her a lesson, Scott paddles her.
Who knew getting spanked could be so arousing? Not Delia, but now that Scott's
turned her on, she wants more. In fact, she might go over her limit just to feel the
heightened orgasms.
Can Scott rein her in before they both end up in the poorhouse?
Excerpt:
“Delia!” Scott’s voice reverberated through the house.
Delia paced the bedroom carpet in her silk pantyhose-covered feet and wrung her
hands. The tone in her husband’s voice confirmed he’d seen the pile of bills. He’d just
gotten home from work, and she imagined he’d tossed his briefcase on the kitchen table
and glanced through the junk mail until he found the credit card statement—the one
she stuck at the bottom of the pile in the hope he’d give up midway through. No such
luck.
She pictured him tearing it open with a need to know if she’d gone over her
monthly limit yet again. He’d scan the statement looking for the new charges, and upon
discovering what she’d purchased, hit the roof.
His voice echoed through the house. “Delia!”
“In the bedroom,” she called out. She couldn’t hide. The bedroom was his next stop
after reading the mail.
When his heavy footsteps hit the stairs, Delia held her breath. What was he going to
do? He warned her not to overspend again, told her she wouldn’t like the consequences
if she did. And she had.
She couldn’t help it. She liked to shop. She liked having new clothes, purses and
shoes. Never mind the music and workout equipment she bought to keep the trim body
he loved so much.
He appeared in the doorway looking dishevelled. His tie hung loose and the top
button of his crisp white shirt was undone. His trench coat hung off one shoulder. His
blond hair was a mess. He’d been raking his fingers through it. His dark eyes flared,
trumpeting his fury. She recognized the look and it boded trouble.
“Hi,” she said.
“What did I tell you about going over your limit?” he demanded. He seemed
almost saddened by her lack of control.
She stifled the urge to roll her eyes and bite back the smartass remark. The situation
didn’t call for sarcasm. “I’m sorry?” Even to her, the apology sounded weak.
“That’s what you said last month and the month before. How many times will I
hear I’m sorry? Why can’t you stay within budget so you don’t have anything to be
sorry for?”
“I tried, Scott, really I did. I wanted to work out at home rather than the gym so I
bought the equipment.” She lowered her eyes. “I thought you’d want me to exercise at
home, away from all the young men’s prying eyes.”
“Don’t give me that crap,” he roared. He walked to his closet, swung open the
double doors, and hung up his coat.
“It’s not crap; I do want to exercise at home.”
“Okay, but what about the other charges from the shoe store you love so much or
the various clothing stores. What’s your excuse for those?”
She didn’t have one. Just boredom. With all the free time she had on her hands she
used it shopping. Scott had told her she should find a hobby and she had—shopping.
“Well, Delia, aren’t you going to come up with an excuse?”
She shook her head.
He laughed and pulled the tie from his neck. “Nothing to say? This is a first.”
She shrugged.
“So you’re going to play the quiet mouse game today. You won’t be quiet for long.”
“Why not?” The conversation wasn’t going well. Would he take away her charge
cards, make her stay home every day? The look in his dark brown eyes told her trouble
was on the horizon. Would he leave her for overspending?
He rubbed his face with his hands and sat on the edge of the bed. She wanted to
reach out to him, reassure him she wouldn’t overcharge again. She’d promise, beg, and
plead, whatever it took to keep him in her life. She didn’t want him to leave. She could
handle anything―anything but him leaving. She loved him. Always had and always
would.
“Over my lap,” he said with a ring of finality.
She backed away from the bed. “Excuse me?”
“Delia, I’m not going to say it again. Over my lap, now!”
“Why?” she whispered.
“I’ll show you why.”
Delia is happy being a stay-at-home wife, spending her husband's money. Only
problem? Scott doesn't share her enthusiasm. Yes, he wants his wife to enjoy the finer
things in life, but he wants her to stay within a budget.
Delia can't stick to a budget.
To teach her a lesson, Scott paddles her.
Who knew getting spanked could be so arousing? Not Delia, but now that Scott's
turned her on, she wants more. In fact, she might go over her limit just to feel the
heightened orgasms.
Can Scott rein her in before they both end up in the poorhouse?
Excerpt:
“Delia!” Scott’s voice reverberated through the house.
Delia paced the bedroom carpet in her silk pantyhose-covered feet and wrung her
hands. The tone in her husband’s voice confirmed he’d seen the pile of bills. He’d just
gotten home from work, and she imagined he’d tossed his briefcase on the kitchen table
and glanced through the junk mail until he found the credit card statement—the one
she stuck at the bottom of the pile in the hope he’d give up midway through. No such
luck.
She pictured him tearing it open with a need to know if she’d gone over her
monthly limit yet again. He’d scan the statement looking for the new charges, and upon
discovering what she’d purchased, hit the roof.
His voice echoed through the house. “Delia!”
“In the bedroom,” she called out. She couldn’t hide. The bedroom was his next stop
after reading the mail.
When his heavy footsteps hit the stairs, Delia held her breath. What was he going to
do? He warned her not to overspend again, told her she wouldn’t like the consequences
if she did. And she had.
She couldn’t help it. She liked to shop. She liked having new clothes, purses and
shoes. Never mind the music and workout equipment she bought to keep the trim body
he loved so much.
He appeared in the doorway looking dishevelled. His tie hung loose and the top
button of his crisp white shirt was undone. His trench coat hung off one shoulder. His
blond hair was a mess. He’d been raking his fingers through it. His dark eyes flared,
trumpeting his fury. She recognized the look and it boded trouble.
“Hi,” she said.
“What did I tell you about going over your limit?” he demanded. He seemed
almost saddened by her lack of control.
She stifled the urge to roll her eyes and bite back the smartass remark. The situation
didn’t call for sarcasm. “I’m sorry?” Even to her, the apology sounded weak.
“That’s what you said last month and the month before. How many times will I
hear I’m sorry? Why can’t you stay within budget so you don’t have anything to be
sorry for?”
“I tried, Scott, really I did. I wanted to work out at home rather than the gym so I
bought the equipment.” She lowered her eyes. “I thought you’d want me to exercise at
home, away from all the young men’s prying eyes.”
“Don’t give me that crap,” he roared. He walked to his closet, swung open the
double doors, and hung up his coat.
“It’s not crap; I do want to exercise at home.”
“Okay, but what about the other charges from the shoe store you love so much or
the various clothing stores. What’s your excuse for those?”
She didn’t have one. Just boredom. With all the free time she had on her hands she
used it shopping. Scott had told her she should find a hobby and she had—shopping.
“Well, Delia, aren’t you going to come up with an excuse?”
She shook her head.
He laughed and pulled the tie from his neck. “Nothing to say? This is a first.”
She shrugged.
“So you’re going to play the quiet mouse game today. You won’t be quiet for long.”
“Why not?” The conversation wasn’t going well. Would he take away her charge
cards, make her stay home every day? The look in his dark brown eyes told her trouble
was on the horizon. Would he leave her for overspending?
He rubbed his face with his hands and sat on the edge of the bed. She wanted to
reach out to him, reassure him she wouldn’t overcharge again. She’d promise, beg, and
plead, whatever it took to keep him in her life. She didn’t want him to leave. She could
handle anything―anything but him leaving. She loved him. Always had and always
would.
“Over my lap,” he said with a ring of finality.
She backed away from the bed. “Excuse me?”
“Delia, I’m not going to say it again. Over my lap, now!”
“Why?” she whispered.
“I’ll show you why.”
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Walking On Air
Yesterday I received an email from Dawn at Love Romances Café letting me know that Heat Waves had been nominated for Best Contemporary of 2009. Can you say WOW! I was shocked. It only got better. As I was reading the nominees I noticed Spank Me Twice was up for Best Erotic Book of 2009. It floored me to be nominated for two awards.
I’m up against some awesome authors for the Contemporary award, but I swear just being nominated means everything to me. J
The voting begins the 15th. Once I get the information I’ll post it, in case you’ve read Heat Waves and want to vote. LOL
I’m up against some awesome authors for the Contemporary award, but I swear just being nominated means everything to me. J
The voting begins the 15th. Once I get the information I’ll post it, in case you’ve read Heat Waves and want to vote. LOL
In other news I participated in my first book signing with eleven other authors last night. It was interesting. During the author bio the announcer talked about my nominations. Well! The funniest part was at the end. I was packing up my things when this older couple...I'm talking late sixties . early seventies comes up to me and says, "What was the name of that book? Smack Me Twice, Hit Me Twice?"
I looked at her and asked, "Spank Me Twice?"
"Yes. Yes, that's the one." She turns to her husband. "We have to go home and look that book up!"
I was rolling. It's nice to see they're still interested in sex.
The day kept getting better because when I got home I checked email and there was a contract for Dante's Desire.
Now how am I going to top that? LOL
Happy Tuesday Everyone!
I looked at her and asked, "Spank Me Twice?"
"Yes. Yes, that's the one." She turns to her husband. "We have to go home and look that book up!"
I was rolling. It's nice to see they're still interested in sex.
The day kept getting better because when I got home I checked email and there was a contract for Dante's Desire.
Now how am I going to top that? LOL
Happy Tuesday Everyone!
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