Keta's Keep: August 2011

Friday, August 19, 2011

Author "Fantastic" Tierney O'Malley Visits with ABLAZE

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About Ablaze:

Dylan Band loves women, but after his ex-fiancée cheated on him, he has decided to create rules to avoid getting hurt again. He plans to stay commitment and pain-free. If he can have a wondrous one night with a woman, that‟s good enough. When Frappuccino-addict Angel McCready comes to stay in the condo he shares with her grandpa, he knows how to keep his heart well-guarded from her charm and still flirt with her.

Coming to Seattle, Angel expects to find a relaxing down time. To get away, to forget that she nearly married a man with horrible secrets. What she doesn‟t expect is to find that‟s she‟ll be sharing the condo with a delicious tour guide who must have majored in flirtation, who reads to her to help her sleep and has made her forget about everything with a simple smile.

Their flirtation escalates to a mind-blowing erotic sex. In two short weeks, their time together becomes an addiction. Night and day, they share wondrous times together. Angel is an aphrodisiac Dylan begins to fall in love with. They‟re perfect. But there is one problem. Dylan is not what he presents himself to be.

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Where The Rain Is Made - New Review! 5 - Stars

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New Review for Where The Rain Is Made. Five Stars. Thank U Hazel O'Shea and Juniper Grove Blog. Love your review!

Where the Rain is Made by Keta Diablo is a hot and spicy romance novel soaked in history and mysticism, which immediately gripped my attention and had me anticipating the turn of each page until the very end! I admit I'm a sucker for a good love story, but Where the Rain is Made was much more than a sappy tale of star-crossed lovers with an exciting sex scene or two. This book is filled with love and hate, life and death and choices not one of us would ever want to make.

Ethan Gray was an Assistant Curator for one of the most admirable museums in the country. He worked with Native American artifacts, providing the museum identification and history of each piece along with stories about the people and their ways. Being a Cheyenne he grew up being told the tales of his ancestors lifestyles and traditions. But he had also lived and breathed this lifestyle, just as they had so many years ago. Ethan was a time wanderer. The Cheyenne Sacred Council had sought out Ethan to aid them in setting things right with the past, sending him back in time to watch over his people and lead them safely and fiercely through their hardships. He had successfully completed his missions time after time, never faltering from the sacred Council's plan, but this time would be different. She would be there, and she would change everything.

Mr. Duvall had caught himself a bit of the gold fever and decided to move his family, daughter Francesca and son Marshall, from the civilized comforts of New York city to the untamed plains of Colorado. This was not the white man's land but that didn't stop them from stealing it away, ravaging through the native's villages destroying their livelihood and annihilating the people. The Cheyenne were left no choice but to defend themselves, fighting fire with fire they attacked the white man with full force. Soon Francesca's world would be torn apart as she and her brother were taken captive by the Cheyenne dog soldiers. Why had their lives been spared? They were of no use to these cold and brutal savages yet they were shown mercy and brought to live among the people in their village. As much as Cesca struggled with her new way of living, she couldn't fight the heavy desire she felt whenever she looked upon or even thought of I Am The Wind. The connection they shared was intense and went beyond the lustful thoughts that constantly ran through both of their minds. There was no going back now.

I highly recommend this book! The tension between the two main characters was incredible and had me craving the pages to come! There was so much emotion in this story and I sincerely felt for each of the characters and what they had been through. I am hoping and wishing there will be a sequel soon!! Loved Where the Rain is Made!

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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday!

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Thanks for dropping by for SIX Sentence Sunday! Much appreciated.

My six sentences today are from Magnolia Heat, a historical MALE/MALE novella.

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content. Hot, Steamy Man Love

Setup: 1876, North Carolina.

When Craven and Anthony are caught spying on Beresford Hall, their punishment is swift and severe. In Craven’s case, dispensed by none other than the stunning Lord of the manor, Dominic Beresford.

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“I’m not going to tell you again. Your punishment will double unless you take everything off and get up on that contraption this instant.”

Craven searched Beresford's steely eyes and decided against arguing. Whatever the man had in store for him couldn’t possibly be worse than what he’d endured at the hands of Nurse Evans. He removed his shirt, trousers, boots and stockings and stood before Beresford, aware of the traitorous shiver coursing through him.

A smile curled his tormentor's lips. When he nodded toward the object, Craven crossed the room and stood before wooden horse, his heart in his throat. “Mount. Now.”

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Cradle of Dreams New REVIEW

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Cradle of Dreams, erotic time travel

Review from Siren’s Song Reviews

5 Star Plus

Warnings: explicit language and sex, including anal sex.

Quick Note: I've been dying to read some of Ms. Diablo's books but just haven't found the time and now I had the perfect excuse to plant myself in the chair and read.

Quick Summary: Kendra falls, hits her head, and find a love she'd never imagined. You pick---Does she twist through time from her concussion or is it all a dream of a lover reincarnated. Whether in present day or the 1800s, you'll never expect all this short story will bring you.

Quick Review: This book was only 28 pages and somehow the author wove a story so tight and thorough that I didn't feel like I'd missed anything. Beautiful relationships full of conflict and heartache, it transcended time and stayed true to the very end. I adored Roane, the hero. So hot and masterful, everything I look for in a great erotica read. I know Nattie's going to be bummed that I kept this one to myself. :)

The story starts out in a present day setting and at first I thought, okay, hmmm.... it's going a little slow for only 28 pages, but after page 2. Wham! I'm in the 1800's, distraught and heartbroken for the hero and wanting to strangle the heroine, until--- (you have to read it)

This is a 5 Star and then some, and Super hot 4 for heat.

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Friday, August 5, 2011

CHASING LOVE, Part 1 - FREE Summer Sizzler

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Content Advisory: the below may contain graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

Main Street sizzled with heat beneath the setting sun. Of all the places to live in Iowa why did Aunt Pearl settle in this hayseed town? Why not Des Moines or Cedar Rapids, anywhere but Clarence.

“You’re restless tonight, Maddy,” she’d said. “Take the truck, drive into Clarence and find some people your own age to mix it up with for a spell.”

I doubted I’d find the cure for what ailed my love-starved libido in Clarence, but bless Aunt Pearl for trying. My mother’s sister had always put others’ needs and wants before hers, even now, after laying her husband to rest a short week ago.

I arrived in Clarence two weeks before Uncle Max died. I felt it my duty to be there when he passed after all my aunt and uncle had done for me throughout the years. At eighty years of age, I don’t know how Aunt Pearl had taken care of the man for the last year. The woman refused to put him in a nursing home. ‘It ain’t fitting to abandon your man in low times,’ she’d said. Low times or not, I couldn’t have dealt with the diapers, the drooling or the nagging cough that choked off his air.

Cruising down a country road with the windows rolled down and the katydids and crickets playing a sonata in the swamp rush, I pushed all thoughts of death and dying from my mind. Seems like ever since Mama died five years ago, I couldn’t escape the dark foreboding hanging over me. Now Uncle Max was gone too. Aunt Pearl would be next and I couldn’t bear the thought.

I pulled the old Ford up to a flashing neon sign in the window of brown brick building—Stubby’s Place. People shifted about behind the glass and a honky-tonk song blared from inside. I slid from behind the wheel, locked the door and tossed the keys to the truck inside my purse. “A tall, cold beer would suit me just fine right now,” I mumbled and strolled through the front door.

I didn’t bother scoping out the interior—I wasn’t here for atmosphere—but rather headed for the long, mahogany bar where all the hardcore locals would gather for last call. That’s when I intended to make my move.

The man tending bar looked up when I slid into a vacant stool. “What’ll it be, Miss?”

“A draft of your coldest and best.”

The man nodded, walked over to a spigot and returned seconds later with a tall glass of beer. I sipped slowly, my thoughts on the finer pursuits of getting laid. Finer points being a warm body and sheltering arms.

My shrink said it wasn’t about having sex, but something much deeper. “You’re not really looking for sex, you know, Maddy,” Dr. Tenwyck had said.

I hated the disapproving scowl and condescending look he blessed me with at times. “Oh, yeah, what am I looking for then, Doc?”

“Deep down? My best guess is love. I would venture to say it goes back to losing your father when you were four years old and . . . “ He had paused. “The inability of your mother after his death to raise you in a healthy environment.”

That was clinical jargon for, Your mother was a drunk and never showed you love.” “Let’s say you’re right, Doc, but then again, I might find that love I’m searching for one night. I mean, all love starts with sex, doesn’t it?”

“Rarely do one-night-stands lead to abiding love, girl, not in the long-term sense. Besides,” he’d said looking over his wire-rims, “it’s a dangerous game you play.”

“I protect myself. Never miss a dose of my Ortho-Cept and I carry condoms in case his wallet is empty.”

“I’m not talking about birth control. I’m talking about your personal safety. With all the crazies . . . .”

The remainder of Tenwyck’s words faded when a tall, lean, ride-em-cowboy slid into the empty stool to my left. With my eyes cast down, I glanced at his shiny boots and tight denim jeans—narrow at the hem and all the way up his muscular thighs. My heart rate sped and a lonely ache thrummed against my rib cage. Yep, too long without a man.

It struck me at that moment; most women looking for a tumble in the sheets would detect a hot, moist sensation between their legs, a normal precursory to fucking. Yet all I could think of was his strong arms holding me, the sound of a his heart beating in sync with mine, and his warm breath against my ear. Perhaps the doc is right. It isn’t about the physical joining of bodies for me, but the fusion of hearts, of minds. I had journeyed down the same road all my life, walked a never-ending path of lost souls looking for acceptance and devotion.

“You counting the hairs on my forearms?” the clear, resonant voice said.

I drew my gaze from his arm and looked into his eyes. Blue. Bluer than a cloudless sky at morning. “Sorry, I drifted there for a minute.”

“You are one, aren’t you . . . a drifter? I mean, not one born and raised in Clarence?”

“No, not born in Iowa. I’m from New York, here visiting my aunt Pearl.”

“Pearl, your aunt is Pearl Waldron?”

I nodded.

“Buried her husband not long ago.”

“My uncle Max, yes.”

“My condolences,” he said, extending his hand. “Name is Cleve, Cleve Porter.”

I felt my lips twitch into a shy smile. “Cleve from Clarence. I like it. It has a . . . a homey, wholesome ring to it.”

Straight, white teeth smiled back. “That’s us, wholesome top to bottom.”

I liked him, and he looked into my eyes as if the feeling could be mutual. Now came the sticky part, or maybe icky part. Never one to stand on pretense, and having learned long ago to ask for what you want upfront, I drew a silent, deep breath. “So Cleve, you live near by?”

The bartender dropped a newspaper onto the shiny bar in front of Cleve, smothering his answer to my question. “That makes four, or is it five now?” the man said. “Iowa City has one sick son of a bitch on their hands.”

I looked at the headlines and an icy chill ran down my spine. Another Woman Found Dead Along County Road.

Cleve looked up from the newspaper. ““What does a man have to do to get a beer around here?”

“Sorry, Cleve, had a little run on thirst for a minute. The usual?”

Cleve nodded.

The bartender returned with his beer and I spit out the questions hanging on my tongue. “How do they know the killer lives in Iowa City? Have they got a suspect?”

“They don’t know,” Cleve interjected. “And that’s why they don’t have any suspects. Most of the cops in this neck of the woods struggled through Criminology 101.”

“Ah, that’s not fair, man,” the bartender said with a frown. “They’re dealing with a professional, a serial killer who’s been plying his trade for years.”

My mouth went dry and I swallowed, hard. “What is his trade?”

“Knives,” the bartender said. “He likes to carve up his victims before he puts their lights out.”

My stomach flipped. I’d had enough of death and dying; didn’t want to spend my one night on the town talking about knives and serial killers. In fact, the entire conversation had sapped my prior thoughts of passion and love.

I dug in my purse for my billfold and keys, dropped a five-dollar bill on the bar and turned to Cleve. “I best get going. Aunt Pearl will start worrying soon.” After sliding from the stool, I started for the entrance and called out over my shoulder. “Nice meeting you!”

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I hope you liked Part 1! Please come back on August 11th to read Part II. See you then,

©Keta Diablo All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

@Keta Diablo All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Romance Trading Cards Are All The Rage!

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It's official! Romance Trading Cards are all the rage now. They are toted to World Romance Writers conferences and RomComs. Readers are printing them out like crazy in a drooling frenzy trying to collect them all.