Every day my excitement builds as my release date draws near.  It will be my first single title release and only my second one over all.  So, in celebration of the soon to be released erotic romance ‘Some Kind of Hero’ I have decided to run a contest…actually two.

The first way to win is to leave a comment here on my blog from today through next Tuesday.  Simply by letting me know you’re alive and interested you’ll be entered into a drawing for a free download of my book next Tuesday.

The second way is to join my yahoo newsletter.  Sign up and if your name is picked you can win a copy of the download that way.  Don’t worry though.  If I manage to make 1 announcement a month then that’s a lot for me, so I wouldn’t be spamming your inbox with promos and such.  Oh and if you do sign up, you’re automatically entered to win any future releases or any other contest I decide to run on my group.

So let me know you’re out there and interested and as my way of saying thank you, here’s a little eye candy for your viewing pleasure.

Wouldn’t you just love to be that sheet?

 

Today I’m guest blogging over at Marianne Arkins blog, talking about research and writing.  Come on over and check it out!

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Like the old Lionel Richie song I am dancing on the ceiling at the news.  After dragging my tired body home from work, I was happily surprised by an offer of a contract on a recent completed WIP entitled Best of Intentions from The Wild Rose Press.

Best of Intentions is a romantic suspense with paranormal elements and a touch of witchcraft thrown in for good measure.  It’s a first for me within the paranormal guidelines and I’m excited that it will join my other stories in print.  Check back here for more information on my latest work.  Oh and keep checking back this week for a contest announcement to celebrate my upcoming release ‘Some Kind of Hero’ on April 29th at Samhain Publishing.

It’s only Monday and I’m feeling like this.  How about you?

Check back this week for a contest leading up to the e-release of my erotic romance novel ‘Some Kind of Hero’. 

AVAILALBE APRIL 29, 2008

SAMHAIN PUBLISHING

 

“So do you have a last name, Miss Jordan?”

He watched the end of her lips lift into a small smile. “Minx,” she replied.

“Jordan Minx?” He shot her a curious look, causing her to laugh.

“I know what you’re thinking, there’s no way that can be my real name.”

“No.” He pursed his lips, trying hard not to smile. “I believe you.”

She leaned over and gave him a playful smack on the arm. “No you don’t.”

“Of course I do, and I’m guessing your mom’s name is Sable and your dad’s is Fox?” He knew it was wrong to tease her about something she’d had no control over, but damned if she wasn’t cute as hell, pouting at him with her lips pursed together in a disbelieving quirk.

She leaned in and raised a hand to smack him again, lost her balance and fell into him instead. In an instant, the mood around him changed from the playful banter they’d been sharing to something sultry. With their faces mere inches apart, their lips nearly brushing, Derek looked down at her and saw the intensity in her eyes. Lust, pure and simple, reared its ugly head and spurred him to take what he wanted. There would be consequences for his actions, of that he was sure. At that moment he didn’t care. He’d deal with the fallout later. Before he could move, she did, lifting her mouth to his.

Her smooth full lips pressed gently against his at first. He opened his mouth, licked along her bottom lip and tugged gently on it, begging her for entrance. She settled against him, parting her lips and deepening the kiss as their tongues darted and danced in a unique rhythm. One of her hands rested on his chest, over his heart, while the other held onto his biceps. The silence in the room helped to magnify their ragged breaths. He slid his hand down her side and cupped her ass, generating a small gasp from her.

She pulled back, her eyes heavy with desire. “We can’t do this.”

As much as it killed him to admit it, he knew she was right. He wasn’t the type to sleep around anyway, so to have sex with her after she’d been so generous in letting him sleep on her sofa, was out of the question. “I know.”

“I’m sorry, Derek. I don’t know what came over me.” Her cheeks reddened as she slipped from the sofa bed and stood, obviously embarrassed by her behavior.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He attempted to play off her apology as if it were unnecessary, but deep down stirred something he hadn’t felt in a long time—desire. This beautiful, generous creature with the perfect last name had piqued his interest. Shaking her from his thoughts wouldn’t be easy by a long shot.

She picked up her water bottle and nodded to the hallway. “I’m going to head to bed. If you need anything, just knock.”

Her now-nervous and jittery demeanor only made her sexier and that was the last thing he needed right now. “Thank you, but I think I’m good.”

“Okay then. Well, good night.”

“Good night, Jordan.” He watched her disappear down the hallway and heard the soft click of her bedroom door. Derek folded the paper and set it on the end table, leaned up and turned off the lamp. The bed might be more comfortable than anything he’d slept on over the last year, but with his dick hard as steel and his balls now aching like someone had kicked him, there was no way he was going to get a good night’s sleep.

 

While we’re away, I thought I’d post some pictures I found on line.

You Are Strawberry Ice Cream

A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core. You often find yourself on the outside looking in. Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works.You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.

Coming to Samhain Publishing

April 29, 2008

Unedited Excerpt No. 1

Jordan slapped at the blaring alarm clock with enough force to knock it from the nightstand onto the floor. She opened one eye and scanned the room, hoping the light infiltrating her lids had been a lamp she’d forgotten to shut off and not the sun glaring through the windows. No such luck. Where had the night gone?

In a futile attempt to block out the day, she pulled the covers over her head. Several minutes passed before the guilt finally won out and she hauled herself from the warmth of her sheets. Yawning, she tugged the curtain back, peeked outside and squinted against the sun’s glare bouncing off the fresh dusting of snow that covered the ground and most of the cars. “Great,” she grumbled. Before she could go anywhere, she’d have to clean the annoying white stuff from her truck. Oh what she’d give to move somewhere warm.

She finished climbing from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a splash of cold water would help rid the fog inside her head. If she’d been on the ball last night, she would have set the coffeepot to brew this morning. No such luck. Without a good jolt of caffeine to wake her up, she’d have to shock her system instead. Pausing at the closed door, she cocked her head to one side. Funny, she didn’t remember closing it before bed last night. Then, with Derek being here things had been a little distracting, so maybe she had and simply didn’t remember. Jordan opened the door to step inside and stopped dead in her tracks. Derek stood naked, one foot on the side of the tub as he dried off. He froze. His eyes went wide as he saw her.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t tear her gaze away from the fine specimen of a man standing in front of her. Lean legs connected to solid, well-defined abs, not quite washboard, but damn close. Her gaze continued up, following his form. Light brown hair peppered his muscular chest. A large, angry red scar marred the perfect skin on his right shoulder. Most impressive of all was the fine set of equipment now hanging at half-mast between his legs. Damn if the man wasn’t built.

“I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here.” She tried to look away, but her eyes wouldn’t follow commands.

“It’s okay. I probably should have locked the door.” He stared intently at her even as she watched him. When she licked her lips, he dropped the towel. She hadn’t meant to do it, she’d wanted to turn and walk away, but her legs were lead weights, keeping her rooted in place.

He moved toward her and lifted his hand to her cheek. “Do you always watch your houseguests dry off after a shower?”

She skimmed her hand along his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath tighten. “Not usually—then none of my house guests ever looked as good as you.”

With his thumb, he angled her chin up, his lips now millimeters away from hers. “Does that mean you like what you see?”

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