Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Sky Dance #Excerpt, Book 2 #sweeet #romance

Sky Dance, Book 2 of the 'SKY SERIES' is a sweet western romance and continues the saga of Rory and Dawson from Sky Tinted Water.

Here's an excerpt from the book:
(Rory receives a letter from the army telling her Dawson is missing in action and believed dead).




Isabelle joined Rory on the porch and settled into a rocker beside her. What is it, lass? You're a million miles away these days.
Call it a gut feeling. There's no other way to explain it.
About Dawson?
Rory nodded. Has the pain of separation ever threatened to steal your sanity?
Yes, Isabelle said without pause. When we lost Jon Henry to pneumonia and James in the war.
Rory clutched her hand. Forgive me, Isabelle. I'm so absorbed in self-pity these days, I should have known better than to ask you that.
There's nothing to forgive. I know the love you and Dawson share is fierce, your mantle heavy while he's off fighting. She paused. Or whatever men call it when they're chasing the enemy across desolate terrain. Isabelle found her feet and as if clairvoyant, placed a hand over her brow and scanned the horizon.
Rory's heart plummeted. What is it, what's wrong?
Jon walked from the barn and looked down the long drive.
Company, her sister whispered. We aren't expecting anyone, and it's a bit early for neighbors to come calling.
Rory bounded to her feet when the riders reined in their mounts near the porch. Sweat trickled down the horses' withers. Brass eagle buttons glistened against their dark blue shirts. Rory tried to draw breath but someone had sucked the air from her lungs.
The officer looked from Isabelle to her, his tone somber. Mrs. Finch, Mrs. Dawson Finch?
The sky spun and far-off voices rang in her ears—Isabelle's, Jon's, and a stranger's. Staggering down the steps on wobbly legs, she reached for the document in his hand with trembling fingers. I'm Mrs. Dawson Finch.
Ma'am, it grieves me to deliver this letter from the army.
This cannot be happening. Did he say grieve? Rory opened the letter and scanned the first paragraph.
Dear Madame,
The army regrets to inform you, your husband, Sergeant Dawson Finch, has been listed as missing in action and presumed dead.
Time ceased to exist and a sound she didn't recognize escaped her throat. She sensed Isabelle standing beside her and dropped the letter into her hand. Then she turned her back on the soldiers and vomited.
Long minutes passed before a man cleared his throat. Our deepest regrets Mrs. Finch. The superior officer states in his report heathens rode off with your husband's body. The voice paused. We, that is, the army, failed to recover his remains.
Missing? Presumed dead? His body taken by heathens? No. No. No!
Gripped by unfathomable grief, Rory folded like a leaf and collapsed into the dirt at her feet. 
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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Hot 4 Friday - Book Boyfriends Cafe Blog Hop!

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Hello and welcome to another Hot 4 Friday Blog Hop, sponsored every week by Book Boyfriends Cafe. Please join us if you're a writer, and don't forget to visit the other participants in the blog hop BOOK BOYFRIENDS CAFE

This week's theme is a scene from your book where the hero and heroine KISS!

My snippet comes from my latest release CHASING THE DEAD, Book 1 in the Bannister Brothers Series (Western Romance).

Excerpt:
Their faces separated by mere inches, Deacon held her magnificent eyes, "Warnings? What warnings?"

Madrid swallowed and her voice cracked as if a  bone had lodged in her throat. "Yes, a buzzing begins in my ears and chills race down my-my spine before the ghost appears. I didn't-didn't realize it at first but…."

Pulling her to him until she leaned against his chest, he looked down on her, his mouth hovering over hers. Lust spiraled to life inside him. He imagined his lips moving against hers, the heady rush of possessing her, being inside her again. What made him think he could ever get over her; forget about the love they shared?

"Why are you here anyway, what do you want?"

"You know what I want, and you want it too."

She wrenched from his arms and sought shelter against a nearby tree.

He advanced. "I took you once against a wall. Do you think a tree won't work as well?"

"You can't just walk in and out of my life. You believe a moonlit night and gentle words will seduce me? You think to tame me like one of your wild mustangs, Deacon Bannister?" 

Her beauty astounded him. All fiery woman and beckoning warmth, he wanted her, more than anything he'd wanted in his life. Passion burned in her eyes and not from anger. He'd seen it too many times not to recognize her hunger. His heart soared. She wanted him. 

"Well, you're wrong." She squirmed, attempting to be free of the arms pinning her against the trunk. "I'm not one of your brood mares and I don't want you, not now or ever again."

"You're lying, mi bonita."

Her eyes widened and then his mouth claimed hers. For a brief time, her lips remained stiff but then her breaths accelerated and her body trembled. "This-this is wrong, Deacon. We…can't…."

He murmured the words against her lips. "Tell me to stop and I will."

~*~

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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Author Extraordinaire VICTORIA ADAMS is Here!

A Guy and A Girl
NA Contemporary Romance
Victoria Adams


Tagline: Lies, deceits and secrets - not a good way to begin a relationship.

Blurb
After an ugly past forced Hunter Connolly to escape to Europe, the talented hockey player is back in North America and determined to land a position with a professional team. But he can’t hide from his past forever, especially when his beautiful classmate, Chelsea, forces him to reexamine his life. Soon, hockey is not his first priority anymore.

Chelsea Henderson is a bright co-ed working towards her dream of being a professional dancer. She forms a unique friendship with one of her father’s newest recruits and would love nothing more than to take it to the next level. However, there’s just one small problem. He doesn’t know she’s his coach’s daughter.

Amid the deceptions, danger lurks closer than they could ever imagine. Will fate contrive to rip the young lovers apart? Or will Hunter and Chelsea have their shot at love?

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Excerpt
"Come on in." Hunter called from his spot sprawled on the floor in front of his sofa.
Chelsea walked into the living room. "Hey."
He nodded, grabbed the remote and muted the television.

Chelsea spun a kitchen chair around and sat on it. "Okay, the silence's killing me. I'll start with some lame conversation and you just leap in. How was the bio midterm?"

"Passed it. Should write all my exams with a hangover."

She tapped her fingernail on her thigh. "Guess that was the end of the conversation starters."

Hunter levelled a glare at her. "What do you want, Chelsea?"

"I want you to sound less angry. I want to talk. I'd like to try and explain. First off, I'm so sorry the cops hauled you in."

"No."

"No?" Her voice squeaked.

"Todd was stalking you. The cops had no idea if it was him or me. And from the questions asked, I'd say some pretty weird things'd been happening."

She shuddered. "I kept thinking I was being paranoid or something. But that's not why I'm here."
Hunter slammed a fist on the carpet. "I damn near slept with the coach's daughter! Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Chelsea watched the tiredness in his eyes shift to rage. "Because... because...."

"I wouldn't date you if I knew who you were."

"Yea and that's not fair." She sat up taller and matched her gaze with his. "It's not my fault your coach is my dad."

Hunter closed his eyes and sighed. "I don't know what to do, Chelsea. My head hurts too damn much to think."

"Damn it, Hunter, I really like you. I don't want to lose you as a friend. I don't want to lose us."

"I don't know if there's going to be an us anymore." He rubbed his temples.

Chelsea sat behind him on the sofa, slipped her hands under his and began massaging his head.
Hunter pushed her hands away. Although it hurt him to say it, he said, "Go home, Chels. I need time to think."

He refused to look at her. He couldn't. He knew he'd give in, wrap his arms around her and beg her to stay.

~*~
A Bit about Victoria Adams
I live in Ontario, Canada with my husband and pets. Daughter's grown up and is now teaching. I like to garden, cook and study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance).I've been writing since I was little. Being an only child, long car rides were filled with making up stories in my head about the people I saw out the car window. Now, my writing style has taken a split to contemporary romance for adults and contemporary romance for new adults.

Where to find me
Blog - Pages of Romance
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Friday, January 16, 2015

Hot For Friday Blog Hop - Book Boyfriends Cafe


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Today's theme: Post a scene where your heroine tempts your hero:

My snippet is from  Moon of the Sleeping Bear, a Western Romance!Lauren meets Creed by the pond, and doesn't have to extend much effort to entice him.
 
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Lauren dug her heels into Adobe and sped down the long dirt drive. The sun hung low on the western horizon as she rode through the field, down the narrow path, and then came to a halt near the pond. The faint aroma of tobacco drifted around her. You’re near, I sense you.

Her defenses evaporated when a strong arm pulled her from the saddle and drew her against a hard chest. His mouth devoured hers. Exquisite torture. His lips moved like a whisper across hers. She threw her arms around his neck, tangled her fingers in his long hair and hung suspended in a delirious state of heat and desire. Like the day before an aching warmth spread through her body, scattered to every limb and down her spine. His kiss deepened and she felt a burning need to have him inside her again.

Creed gave a muffled groan, backed her against a tree and tugged on her shirt. “Please don’t tear my blouse again.”

He didn’t, but rather unbuttoned it, taking his time before pushing it from her shoulders. His hot eyes burned into hers. She felt the hard bark against her skin when he slid the pants from her hips. She moved against him, the wildness in her blood flowing like liquid fire. He hadn’t spoken a word, and consumed with lust, she couldn’t seem to find her tongue again.

He laid siege to her body, his hands caressing every inch of her skin as though he couldn’t get enough. Aware of sliding down the length of the rough trunk, he urged her to the ground and slid between her legs. Breathing heavy, he stopped for a moment and stripped off his shirt and next his trousers. The prickle of thick, black hair on her breasts aroused her, causing whatever sanity remained to flee like the wind.

Creed didn’t mince words, knew this unspoken passion between them would flare once they locked eyes. She had known it, but unlike him, couldn’t bring herself to admit it. Now she lay beneath him, writhing like a whore at the touch of his hands on her breasts. And a private place no decent person spoke about in public.

A cry of pleasure fell from her lips when he entered her. She stared at the sculpted bones of his face, the dark shadow of stubble on his jaw and his erotic mouth. A patient and meticulous God had created the man.


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Moon of the Sleeping Bear is Book 1 in the Moonlight Series. Dark Night of the Moon, Book 2, is also available for your reading pleasure.

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Monday, January 12, 2015

For GOTHIC #Romance Lovers - Sojourn With A Stranger

Gothic Romance
The basic plot of Gothic staples might include a threatening mystery and an ancestral curse, as well as countless trappings such as hidden passages and oft-fainting heroines.


Wait...fainting heroines? I'm happy they said 'might'. In Sojourn With A Stranger the heroine, Raine Brinsley, is anything but a fainting heroine. Not even armed with the knowledge that someone murdered Lucinda, the late wife of the owner of Stafford House. Not even when Lucinda's ghost haunts the halls of the manor, and not even when Raine becomes aware that someone is planning her demise.

If that isn't enough to try even the most courageous heroine, Raine must also deal with Derek Stafford's offer of a contract outlining an arrangement between them...a very profitable, intimate arrangement wherein she will agree to bear his child.


Snippets of Reviews
"Sojourn With A Stranger has a Gothic air with ghosts, and witches of the tea-leaf reading, herbal-potion brewing kind.  I loved how the paranormal aspects of the book were in keeping with the historical time period." 

"An absolutely wonderful novel. I was captivated and submerged from the beginning to the end. This is not your typical love story but nonetheless spellbinding."

"This story has everything and then some – romance, birth, death, voodoo, adventure, psychic ability, and a touch of Civil War – and I could not put it down."  

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