Keta's Keep: January 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Top Honors For Land of Falling Stars and Decadent Deceptions

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Decadent Deceptions, Noble Romance,http://nobleromance.com, was awarded a “You Need to Read” review by You Gotta Read Reviews Blog, http://tinyurl.com/9j2x8z.

Here’s a portion of the review:

I read this story not necessarily expecting a mixture of suspense and mystery. I was pleasantly surprised at what the author had in store. The relationship between the main characters was not only believable but riveting. I liked that the author wrote the scenes from several points of view so the reader is not left to their own conclusion vis a vis others' perceptions. The twists and turns of the plot keep you guessing. A couple of times I thought I had it figured out only to find out I was wrong. The author writes a delightful love story of long-denied love that culminates in an mixture of mystery and devotion rarely seen. Simply an amazing book. Laura Moreno, You Gotta Read Reviews

Land of Falling Stars, Ravenous Romance, http://www.ravenousromance.com was awarded FIVE stars by Talk About My Favorite Authors blog, http://tinyurl.com/7y2ec4.

Here’s a portion of her review:

This is one steamy hot erotic historical e-book that I devoured as soon as I got a couple of pages in. I enjoyed the chemistry between Sophia and Gavin because they have a totally different outlook on life, yet have a connection that can't be described. It was really exciting reading this novel and I wish I had a portable eReader so I didn't have to stop reading it when I wasn't on the computer.

When I finished it, I wanted more Sophia and Gavin. They should at least have an Epilogue so I know if they got married and had children. I'm good with the way things ended for Sophia and Gavin and I recommend that all erotic romance readers to go out and buy this eBook. It’s a keeper.

I have to get Keta’s other books that I know will be keepers too. Phoebe Jordan, 5 stars! Talk About Favorite Authors Blog

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Land of Falling Stars Hits Top Ten Best Sellers' List

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Is this not a beautiful cover? I'll tell you a little secret. You have to look very closely. See that wolfhound right behind Sophia? His name is "Ricochet" and he plays an intergral part in the story. I'm an animal lover, and so it seems only natural to include them in my stories.

SQUEE! Land of Falling Stars MAKES TOP TEN BESTSELLERS at at Ravenous Romance http://www.ravenousromance.com/. Hope you'll go get your copy now and fall in love all over again in the Land of Falling Stars.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Excerpt From Land of Falling Stars

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Gavin fought for the North during the Civil War and his childhood friend, Sophia, has sworn fealty to the South. In this scene, a Yankee is struggling down the hill toward Arbor Rose and Sophia, believing he's here to steal her last morsel of food, shoots him.

The bedraggled specimen of a man on the road advanced toward the manor at a foot-dragging pace.

He wasn’t wearing gray.

“Another Yankee,” she spat. “Thanks to your friends, there’s nothing left.”

She fled to the house, raced up the porch steps, and scurried into the parlor. Retrieving her father’s Springfield, her heartbeat gathered speed. From the porch, she lowered the musket to the floorboards and loaded the cartridge, maybe not fast enough for the army, but the end result was the same. She drew the rammer and rammed the cartridge twice, and lifted the gun level with her chest. With one eye on the stranger, she inserted the primer cap and cocked it.

Lord above, he moved slower than tree sap, apathetic in his quest to execute whatever malicious deed he had in mind. Hatred roiled in her bosom. The scourge of the earth had destroyed her beloved home. The war had reduced her family to beggars and took Jesse from her. She wouldn’t tolerate one more smidgeon of degradation.

She drew a bead on the lanky form and set her sights on a spot above his heart. Pulling back on the trigger, her heart swelled with sweet revenge. Seconds later, she heard the retort and watched the soldier topple to the ground in a heap. As if their tails were on fire, Ol’ Nap and Daddy Brister raced from the barn and followed her pointed finger to the fallen Yankee.

Ol’ Nap clasped the sides of his head. “Lawdy, Miss Sophia, you done shot a man!”

Stout and beefy with weather-burned skin and eyes the color of volcanic glass, Nap struck a commanding presence. She trusted the black man with her life and couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t been a part of it.

“Coming to steal or worse.” She rushed down the steps and whispered a prayer skyward. “Lord, if I make it to heaven; please, forgive me.”

Something rang familiar in the stranger’s gait. Why hadn’t Ricochet charged? She dropped to her knees beside the man, glanced at the haversack slung over his shoulder and prayed it held food or Union money. Confederate notes weren’t worth spit now. She pulled the bag from his still form and began to rifle through it, stopped only by the shock of Ricochet licking his face.

Her gaze flew to the Yankee’s features. “Sweet Mother of Jesus! Gavin!”

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Excerpt From Decadent Deceptions

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In this scene, Morgan has cornered Olivia in the mercantile and is attempting to convince her to visit the infamous brothel, Immortelles, with him. See what happens next . . .

Morgan had been so lost in thought he almost failed to see Olivia ducking into the mercantile across the street in town. Almost. Silently he thanked his lucky stars. He intended to have a drink prior to calling on Madame Rousseau, but now that fate had intervened and placed the Goddess of his breath in his path, he altered course. Pushing the door open amid a melodic chiming of bells, he searched for her down every aisle. Finally he found her among the bolts of fabric, her brow creased, her selective eyes glancing between the terra-cotta and its sibling cinnamon.

“Why don’t you purchase both?” he said from over her shoulder.

She turned and looked at him, her searching gaze a mixture of surprise, and dare he think subtle delight? “Morgan, what-whatever are you doing here?”

“I desired a drink and intended to follow it up with a visit to Immortelles.”

“Immortelles?” Her eyes widened, and a blush rose in her cheeks. “You frequent the establishment in the middle of the afternoon?”

“Under a blue moon, in the afternoon, whenever the fancy strikes.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she said, her eyes sparking.

“You misunderstand me. I mean only to observe, not partake.”

Giving him the direct cut, she placed the fabrics back onto the shelf and said, “Good day to you then.”

Denying her a chance to bolt, he grabbed her elbow, ushered her to the back of the store and backed her into a wall. With his hands at the sides of her head, palms flat against the hard surface, he said, “Join me.”

Bewilderment masked her features. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Don’t look at me like that. You know you’re itching to return.”

A stillness fell over her.

“Why not with me?” It wasn’t easy to torment her while she looked at him with those green-spoked eyes, but he wanted to be near her, had an overwhelming urge to watch firsthand her sudden interest in carnal lust. “Unless, of course, you’re afraid,” he added.

His words effectuated the desired response. Her spine stiffened and her chin swept up. “You’re the one who should be afraid,” she said smugly. “Especially since you can’t control, shall we say, a certain growing interest whenever a woman merely falls into your lap.”

It was clearly a taunt, and oh, how he wanted to toss her onto the floor, take her like a common camp follower and show her she had been equally affected. Realizing any such action would put an immediate halt to his pending suggestion, he gathered his wits.

Catching her chin in the firm grip of his hand, he pressed on. “Yes or no, do you have the courage?”

“You’re mad,” she said on a half-laugh. “People will see us, it’s broad daylight.”

“No, they won’t.” He pointed to the back door. “That leads to the alleyway, and one block away is another back door to the brothel. I assure you, not a soul will notice us slip out of here and slip into there.” She glanced around the room furtively. “I double-dare you,” he said with emphasis.

“You’re certain no one will know?”He crossed his heart, and without waiting for her to change her mind, led her through the back door and into the alleyway. Arriving at Immortelles within minutes, he ushered her through the door and down the hall to a room. It had all happened so quickly, he had a hard time reconciling that his plans were to speak with Madame and here he sat, in a peep room with the woman that made his blood clot.

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