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November 23, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Georgie Lee:

Birthday? Gemini
Favorite color? Green
Favorite animal? Dog
Siblings? 1 sister
Favorite drink? Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? Pina colada.
Favorite author? W. Somerset Maugham
Favorite dish? Prime rib medium rare with a baked potato
Ice cream flavor? Medieval Madness from Thrifty
Favorite Season? Summer
Plotter or pantser? Pantser working hard to become a plotter.
Hobbies? Reading, movies, history, thrifting.
Dream vacation? Egypt. I’d love to see all the temples and ruins.
Favorite TV show? Absolutely Fabulous. I own the series on DVD. Every episode cracks me up.
Musical preference? Alternative.
Pet peeve? People who call me on the phone and don’t tell me who they are before they ask to speak to me.
Favorite place to write? In my office.
Favorite song? DJ Culture by the Pet shop Boys
Odd family fact? My aunt was a burlesque dancer in Los Angeles in the 1960s.
Unforgettable moment? The day before RWA 2012 when Harlequin called to tell me that they wanted to buy my Regency-set romance. What a way to kick off conference!
Favorite Superhero? Mr. Fantastic. I love Ioan Gruffudd
Spicy or not? No. I have wimpy taste-buds.
Cat or dog? Dog
Favorite candy bar? Twix
Favorite guilty pleasure? Buying jewelry. I love sparkly things.



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A vivacious female director, and a handsome studio executive overcome their professional differences to find love in 1935 Hollywood.

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November 22, 2012

Holiday!

To all of my U.S. readers and friends.


November 12, 2012

Open Promo for Authors ~ November Releases

Welcome to Open Promo for Authors!  Once again I've decided to open the floor (or blog post as the case may be) and allow you, my fellow romance authors, a chance to tell me about your book. Do you have a current or upcoming release? Then I want to hear about it! After all, Christmas is right around the corner. And what's better than a stocking full of books?

I do have a few pesky rules though:
  • The book has to be a romance. I don't care what genre romance, but my readership is romance so we're going to give them what they love.
  •  You can post for yourself or you can post about a fabulous new book you can't wait to get your hands on and you think we should all run out and buy.
  • If you include a short excerpt in the post, please include a rating AT THE BEGINNING of the post. Let's be thoughtful of those readers who are uncomfortable with some heat levels.
  • Also, I reserve the right to delete a post if it promotes objectionable content. (incest, rape, etc.)
Simple enough, right? Post away!


November 9, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Sloane Taylor:

Birthday? Dec. 8
Favorite color? Green
Favorite animal? Lion
Siblings? One older sister
Favorite drink? Vodka on ice
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? Raspberry
Favorite author? Too many to choose from
Favorite dish? Everything Italian
Ice cream flavor? French Vanilla
Favorite Season? Spring
Plotter or pantser? A little of both
Hobbies? Gardening and cooking
Dream vacation? Three months in Germany
Favorite TV show? The Mentalist
Musical preference? Oldies
Pet peeve? Slow drivers
Favorite place to write? My patio or in the car
Favorite song? Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits
Odd family fact? My great-grandmother outlived four husbands
Unforgettable moment? When Studs proposed
Favorite Superhero? Studs :-)
Spicy or not? Depends on the food and my moood
Cat or dog? Both
Favorite candy bar? Hershey’s
Favorite guilty pleasure? Gorging on ice cream drenched in chocolate syrup


Summarize your book Twitter style:

Chicagoan Clancy Marshall has planned her dream Venice vacation down to the last detail. From gondola rides to masked balls, and anything else that just happens along, she is determined to experience all pleasures. But those careful plans fly out the door when she literally falls into the arms of a masked stranger.

Vittore Ricci comes from an old Venetian family that claims two doges in their lineage. A straight-laced Count and owner of a prestigious hotel, he never does anything without serious consideration. Until a sexy American tourist offers an opportunity no man can refuse.

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November 5, 2012

The Bedroom Door

When it comes to love scenes in a romance novel, I am SUCH a voyeur. Shocking, but true. A voyeur. I never thought that term would apply to me, but it does. If a love scene takes place behind closed doors, I feel…cheated. I’ve invested time into this book, fallen in love with the hero right along with the heroine, and for what? To have the bedroom door slammed in my face? Noooo!

So I’m a voyeur, a ‘leave the bedroom door wide open, thank you very much’ kind of reader. I don’t want to use my imagination about what is going on in the bedroom. I want the details! Lots of details. So it would only make sense that this is how I write.

I write sizzling, dangerously sexy contemporary romance and romantic suspense—no intimacy hidden behind closed doors in my books. With me you get detailed, explicit love scenes. Heck, sometimes my heroes and heroines don’t make it to the bedroom at all. Instead they find themselves atop a desk, against a wall, or in front of a trio of mirrors…


“I’m not the type of woman men fall for.”

“I’ve fallen for you.”

Heat flooded her system. She forced herself to breathe, to keep her eyes locked with his. “No you haven’t. You …”

He pushed off the mantel and stepped in her direction. “I—what?”

“Never mind.”

“Finish the sentence, Isabeau.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then let me.” He closed the distance between them. “You were going to say I haven’t fallen for you, weren’t you? You actually believe him? That you’re nothing more to me than convenient?”

Her pulse throbbed thick and hard. Heat radiated off his body. The scent of him filled her head. She wanted, more than anything, to press herself against him and relive the pleasure of his mouth against hers. Instead, she lifted her chin. “Maybe.”

He leaned in close. So close his breath brushed across her lips. “You believe him, but not me?”

“You are here only temporarily.”

“Yes.”

“And I am just down the street.”

“I suppose.”

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “So the whole thing does seem rather—”

“Don’t say it.”

“—convenient.”

Something dangerous came and went in his eyes. “Now I’m getting angry.”

His hands skimmed down her sides, slipped under her shirt and settled on her lace-covered bottom. Her breath went uneven. Searing need swarmed her.

“You want something to believe, believe this.” He pulled her into the solid ridge of his erection. She lost her concentration. “There is nothing convenient about the way I feel about you.”

“I…no?”

“You think you’re not the type to draw a man’s attention, think again. I can’t stand in the same room as you without wanting to taste you. I can’t taste you without wanting to taste all of you.”

Oh, God. Her knees turned to jelly. A hot, wet pulse came to life between her legs.

“If you can’t see in yourself what it is that I see, feel what you do to me.” Taking hold of her wrist, he placed her hand in the center of his chest.

His heart was racing. She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. Her bones began to liquefy. “The way you’re looking at me,” she whispered.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m important.”

“You are.”

She swallowed hard, wanting to believe him. “Like I’m beautiful.”

His lips brushed across her temple and her eyes drifted shut. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then you would know how beautiful you are.”

Her eyes snapped open as he spun her in his arms. His hands settled on her shoulders, drawing her back against his chest. She gasped at their image reflected in the trio of mirrors that hung on her wall. When had this become a seduction?

Thirteen years—that's how long Isabeau Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her mother's life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her bar...

Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came to Long Island City with a goal—one that doesn't include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the bar. Coaxing her into his bed won't be easy, but he can't get her pale, haunted eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.

Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?

November 2, 2012

Friday Quickie

25 quickie facts about Mariposa Cruz:

Birthday? July 9
Favorite color? Green
Favorite animal? Bear
Siblings? 1 Brother
Favorite drink? Pumpkin Spice Latté
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? Watermelon
Favorite author? Charlaine Harris
Favorite dish? Pasta with pesto sauce
Ice cream flavor? Tin Roof Sundae
Favorite season? Fall
Plotter or pantser? Plotter
Hobbies? Salsa dancing, Knitting
Dream vacation? Ireland
Favorite TV show? True Blood
Musical preference? Classic Rock
Pet peeve? Complacent stupidity
Favorite place to write? My bedroom with a mug of tea at my elbow
Favorite song? The Rose
Odd family fact? My grandma’s cousin served as a nurse during WWII Battle of the Bulge
Unforgettable moment? The sight of my daughter safe after a serious car accident.
Favorite Superhero? Spiderman
Spicy or not? Not
Cat or dog? Both
Favorite candy bar? Hershey Bar with Almonds
Favorite guilty pleasure? A cold margarita and loaded nachos

Summarize your book Twitter style – 140 characters or less:

Tough chick struggles with her inner beast.

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To learn more about Mariposa and her writing please visit her blog:

http://mariposacruz.blogspot.com/

November 1, 2012

Dangerous Affairs by Diana Miller



Today I'm hosting Diana Miller during her Super Book Blast: Dangerous Affairs. Please take the time to check out her book (it sounds fabulous!), and make sure you leave Diana a comment, for she will be awarding one $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour! 


When soap opera star Abby Langford leaves Los Angeles for her Minnesota hometown, she’s hoping to give her nine-year-old daughter the peaceful childhood she never knew. But instead of tranquility, Abby finds an old knife hidden between the walls of her new house. Then the nightmares start: a blood-soaked victim and a killer’s arm slicing through the air, again and again.

Abby wonders if she’s having the nervous breakdown the tabloids claim she already had, especially when sexy, skeptical police chief Josh Kincaid questions her story. When menacing hate mail arrives, Josh’s professional concern for Abby soon evolves into an intense attraction, and the feeling is mutual. And now Josh wonders if her psychic visions are of crimes past—or a premonition of terrors to come.

To survive, Abby and Josh must uncover the truth and stop a killer . . . before Abby’s worst nightmares come true.


EXCERPT:

The doorbell rang, shooting a fresh blast of cold panic through Abby. She opened her mouth, but swallowed her scream—it had to be the police. Bad guys didn’t use doorbells. She unlocked and opened the front door with frozen fingers.

Josh was standing on the front porch, dressed in black jeans and a burgundy polo shirt, his hand on the doorjamb and his eyes narrowed. “What’s such a damn emergency?”

“I got another message. From the person who hates me.”

 Josh expelled a clearly exasperated breath, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Look, I know I told you to take the letters seriously, but since the mail carrier delivered it hours ago, this isn’t exactly an emergency. Bring it to the station tomorrow. I’d like to get back to my date.”

“It didn’t come in the mail this time.” Abby’s voice rose an octave, her words tripping over each other. “It’s on my bathroom mirror, written in lipstick. Someone got into my house, and they could get in again.” She sounded half hysterical, but she couldn’t help it. This was in a different category from her normal hate mail.

Josh stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. “You were gone tonight?”

She slumped against one wall of the foyer, hugging herself and struggling to regain her control.

“Maddie and I were at a birthday party for Laura’s youngest son. At Pizzaville. We got home around nine thirty, and I put Maddie to bed. I read in the family room for a while, then went back upstairs. And found it.”

“Show me.” Josh grabbed her forearm and directed her up the stairs.

The message was short and to the point, capital letters written in red lipstick on the wall-size mirror:

LEAVE OR DIE BITCH. FROM YOUR BIGGEST FAN 


When she was eight, Diana Miller decided she wanted to be Nancy Drew. But no matter how many garbage cans she dug through, conversations she “accidentally” overheard, and attics she searched, she never found a single cryptic letter, hidden staircase, or anything else even remotely mysterious. She worked as a lawyer, a soda jerk, a stay-at-home mom, a hospital admitting clerk, and a conference host before deciding that the best way to inject suspense into her otherwise satisfying life was by writing about it.

Diana is a five-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award and winner of a Golden Heart for Dangerous Affairs—a romantic suspense novel that shows not everyone in her home state is Minnesota Nice. She lives in the Twin Cities with her family.

Visit her website at:  http://wwwdianamillerwriter.com