Forever Yours…almost available by Emilia Mancini

Not that I’m trying to be like Moni or anything…that that could ever be a bad thing!…but I’m gonna share with you my own little gem that’s available for pre-order. Yes, I’ve already shared the cover for Forever Yours and all that, but now you can pre-order and that’s even more exciting. Isn ‘t it?

This was a bit challenging as the maximum word count for this series is 18K. I had to rein myself in a little with this, but I love the outcome. I hope you like it too. It’s a sweet little Finally Ever Aver installment for Musa Publishing.

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Blurb:

Four years ago John Howard made the biggest mistake of his life. He walked away from the only woman he’d ever loved. Now he’s back, older and wiser, and all he needs is a little forgiveness and a second chance.

The last thing Megan Carter needs is to be reminded how much John hurt her. When she literally falls into his arms, the pain of his rejection resurfaces with a vengeance. John is best friends with Meg’s brother-in-law, making it impossible to avoid him so Meg agrees to put her anger aside. That, however, doesn’t mean she’s forgotten.

Despite John’s attempts to fix their relationship, Meg is determined not to give him another chance to break her heart. But how can she possibly resist him when all her heart wants is the love she lost so long ago?

Excerpt:

 

Meg used the spatula to point to the living room. She ignored the sound of pasta sauce and chunks of melted cheese splattering on the tile floor. “You go in there right now and tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

“Oh, my God.” Meg rolled her head back and closed her eyes.

“Look at me. Meg.”

When Meg opened her eyes, she was surprised at the sheen of tears there.

“I’m not saying you have to like him, but you will have to learn how to be around him. Peacefully. And not just because this is a small town. I am not going to have my baby born with so much animosity in this family.”

“He is not your family. I am.”

“He’s the closest thing Steven has to a brother. That makes you guys aunt and uncle to this little one and I will not have you hating each other around her.”

Meg dropped the spatula and started for the door. “I can’t. I can’t.”

Suzanna waddled after her sister. “Wait, damn it.”

Meg stopped abruptly. The sound of a deep familiar voice on the other side of the door sent a shiver running through her.

Suzanna, unable to stop as quickly, hit Meg in the back with her stomach. “Ugh. What now?”

Meg turned and said with a panicked whisper, “He’s out there.” She glanced around the kitchen desperately, like a trapped animal, until she spotted the back door. “I’ll go that way.”

“You don’t have your coat.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Or your car keys.”

Meg’s hope faded. “Damn you, Suzanna!”

“Honey, just go out there and say hello.”

The urge to strangle Suzanna took over. It was a feeling Meg had fought for the better part of her life. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She was about to tell her sister to distract John so she could sneak out, but before Meg could speak, Suzanna put her hands to Meg’s shoulders and shoved. Meg squealed as she tumbled backwards through the swinging door.

The unexpected push from Suzanna and Meg’s extremely high heels were a near-lethal combination. Meg tripped over her own feet, reaching out for the door in a failed attempt to stop herself from falling. She was anticipating a hard landing on the pinewood floor but instead, she fell into two arms. The strong limbs encircled her from behind and stopped her from bruising her ass.

Meg closed her eyes and exhaled slowly as a mix of relief and dread washed through her. The room was silent and it seemed time had stopped until the man who had caught her gently lifted her to stand upright.

Meg held her breath as she slowly turned. As she expected, John was staring at her with his mouth hanging open.

 

No Secrets Is Available for Pre-Order

LSB Cover Art Template for PhotoShopBook 4 in my Coven of the Wolf series written as Rae Morgan will be available as a stand-alone for the first time on March 10, 2014. (It was previously in the anthology, Edge of Night.)

It is now available for pre-order at Liquid Silver Books and you can save 20%.

Order here.

If you haven’t read the previous three Coven books, you should still be able to read and understand the story line in this novella length story of Sheriff Debby Teague, a reluctant witch with enormous power,  and Boris Petrov, a shape shifter (his animal form is a Russian Wolfhound).

Here’s the LINK to the series page at Liquid Silver Books.

Blurb for No Secrets:

Sheriff Debby Teague fled to Bear Hollow, Tennessee after saving the lives of Boris Petrov, her destined life partner, and his sister-in-law Selena Jones-Petrov (in Treading the Labyrinth). All she wants is her normal, mundane, non-magical life back, but Fate–and Boris Petrov–have other plans for her.

Boris is not happy Debby ran from him, but he understands why she did. But enough is enough. Danger surrounds her in her “safe” little tourist town, and Debby will need him—and the magical ability she denies—to survive.

Dark magick has come to Bear Hollow, and its followers don’t intend to allow Debby to ignore them–or her own dark magick.

Excerpt:

Every night since Debby had left him in Southern Illinois, Boris visited and, like an incubus, made mad, passionate love to her. Never mind the fact her sensual tormentor was physically hundreds of miles away in Chicago and she was in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Never mind that she’d told him repeatedly she didn’t want him. Never mind that she’d reluctantly resorted to every defensive dark magick trick in the book, and some she’d made up, to forestall his nightly assault on her mind and body. He still visited and with only slight variations in technique, made carnal love to her on the highest levels of the astral plane.

Tonight he was late. Stupid fool that she was, she called him on it, as if she really cared. And she didn’t! Of course she didn’t.

“You’re late. Hot date?” Debby said.

“You missed me, bébé?”

“No. In fact, I was relieved.”

Boris snorted. “Liar. I’m growing on you, admit it, little hell cat.”

Boris’s astral body reached for her. Debby slapped his hand away and stepped back. Putting what she hoped was a look of disdain on her face, she drawled, “Growing on me? Yeah, like an icky, smelly fungus.”

“Debby, my beloved one, you love me, but are just too stubborn to admit it.”

“I don’t love you, Bo. Get away from me…” She backpedaled and came up against a stone wall that hadn’t been there two seconds earlier. That was the thing about dreams and the astral plane–real world physics went all to hell.

Trapped, she growled, “Get over yourself and leave me the hell alone. I’m sure there are lots of women in Chicago you can torment on a nightly basis. Some of us need our sleep, because we have a job to do.”

“Actions speak louder than words, bébé. So let’s see just how much you hate my love-making, eh?”

Within the space of a millisecond, Boris’s astral body swept Debby’s dream self into a garden on the astral plane, high above the psychic-vamps and unaware dreamers trolling the lower levels. Her clothes whisked away by his thoughts, Debby was open to his sensual assault, once again helpless to fight him off.

Each night it was the same. It was as if her astral body wouldn’t listen to her higher brain, the part of herself that knew Boris and all that he represented was bad for her. Instead some primitive part of her psyche drove her dreams, allowing her to become a helpless victim to Boris’s lovemaking.

Lately, in the pale gray of early morning after a night of indescribable, passionate sex, there were times she second-guessed herself. Maybe she was fighting Boris and herself far too hard. Maybe she could live with him, make a family, and perform magick. Then the bright dawn of reason arrived with the morning sun and she convinced herself yet again that turning her back on him and his magical world was the best thing she could do for herself–and for the world. Never again could she allow herself to lose control of the cursed powers she possessed. Yes, she’d helped rescue Selena, Gor, and Boris from the dark magician Darius, but the use of her powers, grown greater with age, both attracted and repelled her. Call her a coward, but she couldn’t face the horrifying darkness within her.

So she’d run home to her safe little world.

The Coven followed her–and Boris wooed her nightly.

“Little one, you are not paying attention. I am nibbling your neck and stroking your pussy lips, but you are miles away. I am distraught.”

Boris inserted a finger, then two, into her vaginal opening, stroking and spreading her wetness over her puffy labia. Every few seconds, he’d flick her needy clit as if to announce he was there and wasn’t leaving until he got the reaction he desired. Horny, sensual bastard.

“Distraught? That’ll be the day. If you must know, I was thinking of England.”

Boris laughed. His lips moved from her hyper-sensitive neck to her turgid nipples. He licked, then bit first one and then the other until they were rosy and wet. All the while he increased the stroking of her sex. Already her body tightened as her arousal heightened. The tension was so great she had to remind herself to breathe, just as she fought not to react, not to allow him to control her body.

It was a useless battle. He’d proven in the past he could arouse her no matter how hard she tried not to respond. Each night she vowed to lie still like a stone statue, and each night she ended up moaning, groaning and shouting his name to the alternate reality sky. The only thing she’d been successful at was denying him the words he wished to hear–and even those had come pretty damn close to the surface. But somehow she’d managed not to give him the words of love he wanted so badly. She couldn’t love him. She wouldn’t allow it. It was too dangerous.

A long talented finger stroked her G-spot. Debby moaned. The man knew how to push her buttons. If the sex was this good out-of-body, she figured she’d never survive the real thing.

Research Can Kill Your Deadlines!

jianne_carlo_img_avatarOne of my favorite author activities is research. Unfortunately, research’s not a double-edged sword, but more a kazillion-edged one.

Research is exponential. You start off by looking up the exact date an event occurred, and the Google search engine gives you six different sites. Of course, being a conscientious and ethical writer, you must read and compare each site.

The first webpage mentions a precursor to the incident, and you need to know if it will impact on your storyline. So, off you go, and the whole scenario’s repeated ad infinitum. All of a sudden your carefully carved out block of writing time’s over and family and work responsibilities demand your attention.

Sound familiar to those of you who hold down day jobs?

There are so many other distractions, email, blogging, author loops, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Goodreads…I could go on forever. Add to that the pressure to devote time to marketing and — did I get in five minutes today?

We haven’t even touched on the notion of an actual social life.

I’m not what you could remotely call a social butterfly, networking or otherwise. By nature, I’m reclusive, and the strain to engage at large wirelessly makes my stomach clench and jerk. In 2013, sheer peer pressure made me cave, and I attempted to master too much at once. I spread myself thin and my writing suffered.

Not happening in 2014. In terms of my author persona, I have but two goals:

1.     Writing—No matter what I will write 1000 words 5 days a week.

2.    Research—If I’m in the middle of writing, and I need to look up a fact, instead of scooting online, I’ll simply insert three question marks. After I’ve completed my daily quota, then, and only then, will I research the point in question.

That’s it. Nada else.

According to the experts, it takes six weeks to either break or make a habit. So, I’ll report back to you on my blog on April 14, 2014 on whether I’ve stuck to my resolve.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!  Shamrock

Cheers,

Jianne

In celebration of “real” men.

As I flit through the social media and romance channels, I hear so much about celebrating “real” women in romance literature. Heck, I have spouted off on this topic myself. However, it occurred to me that I’ve never read anything about celebrating real men.

Does it seem strange to do so? After all, romance is all about those buff, impossibly-delicious dudes who curl our toes. You know, the kinds who don’t exist so we authors have to create them.

Notwithstanding the perfect abs, full heads of hair and penchant for saving their women, I’d be willing to bet my last dollar that most of these unreal book boyfriends had their origins in some very real men. And why not? When I consider the real men who’ve been in my life, I’m struck by a few things.

Yes, they sometimes aggravate us. Sometimes they sit on the couch too much and hog the remote (unlike my hubby who thrusts it at me every chance he gets. The remote, that is.) Our real men often have hairy backs and don’t comment when we lose a few pounds. Oh, and there was that time they forgot our anniversary. Yes, real men sometimes drive us up the wall.

But they have their advantages too, don’t they?

They sometimes come home with flowers, for no reason. Conversely, they sometimes bring us chocolates because they remember we’re allergic to flowers. My hubby always fills my mug with coffee, before filling his own. And even though his body clock often wakes him up at the crack of dawn, he always lets me sleep in on the weekends. Yes, some of our men are losing their hair, but they make up for it by gazing at us with those eyes that first snared us. They may not growl “Mine” like a shifter, or make us immortal like a vampire, but they snuggle with us on the couch and don’t complain when we eat the last serving of ice cream. They shovel the snow off our walks and fill our cars with gas and in many cases, they provide for us. They are fathers to our children and help with homework, or corralling the kids at a birthday party. Our real men do all the sweet, little gestures our book boyfriends never seem to do. Granted, the book boyfriends are too busy saving the world as we know it.

And that’s okay, because I’m quite happy residing in that world with my real man.

White Collar Cowboy – Cover Reveal

Happy Thursday naughty readers! It’s cover reveal time! But, before I get to that, my lovely assistant, Carla Gallway, has opened my street team – Kincadia. I’m super excited about this – and I’ve got lots of fun things planned for street team members – including, but not limited too – monthly giveaways, ARC’s and special “street-team” exclusive merchandise!

To join, simply go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/191546531055689

Okay – now on to serious business! Here’s the cover for White Collar Cowboy, coming March 4th!

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Gavin Mathis is ready to settle down. He’s quit his job and come home to Shadow Maverick Ranch to do just that. Too bad his decision caused his beautiful former colleague to lose her job.

Lauren Delgado is a no-nonsense businesswoman. She’s had a crush on Gavin for years, but has a strict “hand-off” policy with the men she works with. When her life takes an unexpected turn, there’s nothing to stop her from accepting his invitation to Galveston Island, where the policy is definitely hands-on.

What do y’all think?

Until next time…

 

What are you reading?

It’s no secret that I read a lot. According to Goodreads, I’ve read 37 books so far this year. (my goal is 250–will I make it? We’ll see!) Most of those have been M/M romance, though I have read some M/F romance and some mysteries and such as well. I thought that, rather than talk about my own books this week (with the exception of letting you Hostile Beauty fans know that Levi and Andrew are smuttin’ it up in a free short over on my blog), I’d share some of my favorites out of those 37 books I’ve read so far this year–and ask for your recommendations for what to read next!

Yesterday, I read Strain by Amelia C. Gormley. Strain is a post-apocalyptic adventure with zombies, religious zealotry, group sex, dubious consent, and lots of HGOGA. (hot guy on guy action, for those of you not familiar with Vanessa’s long list of filthy acronyms) It was FANTASTIC. One of the best books I’ve read this year, one of the best zombie dystopian stories I’ve ever read, and just smokin’ hot all over. Seriously a 5-star, highly recommended read from me.

A few days before that, I read Tailor Made by Josephine Myles. Tailor Made is a hot little contemporary novella about an art student who enlists the help of a fashion student on his final project–and seduces the shy virgin in the process. This book is adorable. It’s so fun, and so very hot, and so sweet, I just want to hug it and love it forever. The first book to make it to my oh-so-exclusive “favorites” shelf this year.

The first week in February, the AMAZING Heidi Cullinan re-released Special Delivery. I had never read the original and was therefore chomping at the bit to get my hands on it when the new edition released. The tagline is “when your deepest darkest fantasy shows up, get on board.” Many of you know that Heidi’s book Nowhere Ranch is one of my most favorite books ever–and Special Delivery is in that same vein of kink. Humiliation, BDSM, voyeurism, multiple partners… in other words? More fun than you can shake a stick at. But what really got me in this on was the FEELZ. I was a happy, teary mess at the end of this book. So good. So, so good.

Okay… well, I could go on and on. I’ve read some amazing books already this year. So, what do you think I should read next? Something sweet? Something kinky? Have a rec? Let me know in the comments!

xoxo,

V

Cover Reveal for Redeemed!

Redeemed_Becca_Jameson_500x800So, Completed just came out and it’s doing fantastic. The next book in the series is Redeemed and it releases on March 6. The cover is smokin’ hot! And, yes, I’m working on the fifth book, Abandoned, as we speak!

Here the blurb for Redeemed:

Acknowledging her true mate is her only chance for redemption…

Ashley Rice is broken. After being rescued from the clutches of a crazed shifter who kept her drugged and malleable for four years, she is recovering with the help of her family and a psychologist.

Evan Harmon is the private investigator who rescued her. At the moment of escape, he knew she was his mate. Fighting his own instinctual need to take his Fated mate, he keeps that detail to himself to allow her time to heal.

Six months later, at his breaking point, Evan attends a dinner at Ashley’s brother’s house, where he knows their relationship will be instantly revealed.

But Ashley has a long road ahead of her. She is reluctant to enter into a relationship with anyone, including the man she knows in her soul is her mate. She doesn’t believe she is worthy and she needs more time.

In addition, the man who held Ashley is still on the loose. She lives a life in fear of being found and dragged back into an existence she can no longer fathom.

And there are bigger concerns. Who provided her abductor with the drugs and is the entire event a part of a larger conspiracy?

When neither Ashley nor Evan can stand their separation any longer and realization dawns that mating isn’t something that can be denied, Ashley and Evan enter into a constrained relationship that explodes into a claiming neither of them expected.

But Evan has his own secrets, and Ashley suffers from agoraphobia. Can the two of them climb these hurdles and come out together?

To read an excerpt, visit the Redeemed page on my site. 🙂

Becca