Sunday, March 30, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #60!

Greetings, fellow writers and friends! Thanks for coming back for another hit! I've got you hooked now, haven't I? *maniacal laugh*

Here's the blurb for Crossing the Line: Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off:

He straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you bringing anything into the country with you?”

She’d rehearsed her answer to this particular question at least a dozen times, but without the gorgeous man staring down at her, daring her to give him a reason to detain her. Then again, honesty wasn’t always the best way to go, especially in her case. She looked him square in the eyes and said, “Just my suitcase…and stuff.”

“Pop the trunk.”

Shit, shit, shitty, shit.

Ruh-roh. :D Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors!

My friends, today I will be partaking in an epic battle. I'm playing not one, but two fiercely competitive games of dodgeball wherein I will dodge balls like they've never been dodged before. Our first match is against the Dodgefathers. The name is meant to intimidate as well as amuse. I think the perfect name for a dodgeball team would be The Artful Dodgers. Now I'm getting ideas for stories again. Off I go. Wishing you all a fabulously exciting week! :)

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #59!

Hi there, folks! Happy Spring! I think Mother Nature missed the memo for a new season here in Ottawa, Ontario since we awoke to a raging blizzard, and it's supposed to snow again next Thursday, but after that we're in the clear! Probably! :D 

I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line today as my gift to you for being awesome. 

Here's the blurb: Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off. George has just asked Madison if she's a writer: 
She could answer that question with a resounding ‘yes’ now. What started out as a hobby quickly became a passion, and now a profession. “Yes, I am.”
“What kind of books do you write? Like, children’s books?”
Her cheeks flamed. His gaze fixed on her like he could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to think of the best way to avoid his question. She chewed on her lower lip and his smile deepened. “Yeah, sure.” Lowering her eyes to the floorboard, she flinched when he cleared his throat. 

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

I had an incredibly action-packed week, including filling out the first round of report cards for the new semester, going on dates with cute boys, coaching volleyball, playing sports, spending time with friends, teaching, reading, and dealing with a leaky ceiling. Let's hope this next week is just as exciting, minus the report cards and the leaking and the not having enough time to breathe. lol. Wishing you all a spectacular week! :)

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #58!

And a big hello to everyone from my home in Ottawa! This is the first time in three weeks that I'm not out of the country for the WWW, and I'm kinda relieved. I need a vacation from my vacation. Sadly, I didn't run into any super-sexy border guards like George during my getaway. But that's all the more reason to share a little more of George for all of us to enjoy!

Here's the blurb for Crossing the Line: 
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 
He moved closer this time, leaning his forearms on the car door. Rolled up sleeves exposed dark hair on tanned skin that made her mouth water.
“So, Miss Kelly, what’s the nature of your trip?”
Her gaze locked on his mouth as he spoke. When his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips she moaned.
“Uh, conference--I’m going to one--a writing conference.”
His eyebrows arched, thick and a little untamed. “Are you a writer?”

A loaded question, isn't it? :D Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

I'll make this end note short and sweet since I'm about ready to collapse into bed and never get up ever again...until tomorrow. Have a fabulous week! Be good, be careful, and be kind to one another! :) 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #57!

Hey, hi, hello! I'm not in Texas this weekend. I'm in Florida instead. lol. I'll tell you why (but, really, why the hell not?) after I share another excerpt from Crossing the Line! Ironic how much I've been crossing the line myself lately. ;)

Here's the blurb:
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 
“Oh, I’m Canadian. It says on my passport.”
He grinned, flashing teeth that were whiter than new-fallen snow. “This is standard procedure, ma’am. I ask the questions, and you give me answers.”
“Gotcha.”
“And I’m Greek, good guess.” Shooting her a wink, he disappeared into his office and returned a moment later without her passport. 

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors!

So yeah, I'm in Florida for a week for March Break. My parents rented a condo right on Daytona Beach and we're soaking in some delicious rays before our return to the Great White North. No one's skin should be this white. I'm practically glowing. I'll be sure to squeeze some time between swimming in the ocean, lounging by the pool, and buying shoes, to make the rounds and comment on all of your fabulous excerpts! Wishing you all a week as spectacular as mine will be! :)

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Art Lover Book Cover Tour!



My friends, followers, and fellow book freaks, I have one word for you: FREE! Well, I have several words for you, but that's the one flashing in bright neon colours. My best author pal, Maggie Wells, is doing a book cover tour and we get to reap the benefits. The Art Lover is free from now until March 7th!!!


THE ART LOVER: A story made vivid by passion


Blurb:
Starving artist Kelsey Tecato takes being The Templeton Museum's artist in residence a little too literally. By day, she puts on a show of painting for the crowds that shuffle through the galleries, but at night, her muse runs wild.

Mitch Jameson is a guy's guy. A cop moonlighting as a security guard, he has little use for the artsy-fartsy stuff, but the mysterious Ms. Tecato's sexy portraits call to him.

So does an interior alarm.

When Officer Jameson goes to investigate, he finds a paint-splattered goddess working on a self-portrait--in the nude.

A couple tubes of paint and a roll in the drop cloths later, free-spirited Kelsey helps Officer Jameson discover his passion for art.

Buy Link:
Retail Price: $0.99                        Promotional Price: FREE    March 3-7, 2014

Author Info:

Multi-published author, Maggie Wells, is a deep-down dirty girl with a weakness for hot heroes and happy endings. By day she is buried in spreadsheets, but at night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, this mild-mannered married lady has a naughty streak a mile wide.
Fueled by supertankers of Diet Coke, Maggie juggles fictional romance and the real deal by keeping her slow-talking Southern gentleman constantly amused and their two children mildly embarrassed. They are the food purveyors to three dogs, a passel of fish, and one impertinent house rabbit she claims is the love of her life. Shh. Don’t tell her husband.
You can find her online at http://www.maggie-wells.com, on Twitter @MaggieWells1, or on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMaggieWells

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Excerpt:
His gaze traveled over the discreet placard affixed to the wall, but he’d already memorized the pertinent facts. The paintings were created by someone named Kelsey Tecato, the museum’s ‘Artist in Residence’.

Coming on shift as the museum closed for the day, he’d searched the faces of museum patrons and employees as they straggled past the security station, but he’d yet to spot the one that matched the headshot of a studious-looking brunette featured in the museum brochure. When he oh-so-casually posed the question to Bert, he learned that meant Ms. Tecato’s art was being subsidized in exchange for her participation in demonstrations and exhibitions sponsored by the museum board. The knowing twinkle in the older man’s eyes when he clarified that the ‘in residence’ part didn’t refer to the artist’s living situation was enough to make him drop the subject. Bert was too damn nosy for a guy who never managed to pass the detective’s exam.

Forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other, he left the provocative portraits behind and turned toward the west end of the building. The Templeton rambled for nearly a city block but most of the space went unused. Exhibits occupied the open center space of the two-story building joined by a pair of sweeping marble staircases. The east side had been converted to classroom space decades before, but the warren of tiny rooms on the west end were primarily administrative offices and storage.

His heart started to pound when he picked up the murmur of a deep voice. Shifting the flashlight to his left hand, Mitch reached for his sidearm and came up empty. He was a guard tonight, not a cop. His service weapon was locked up safe in his apartment. At the end of the corridor he pulled up short, pressing his back against the wall and tightening his grip on the flashlight. He wore a panic button clipped to his belt but his instincts told him he wasn’t at the panic stage yet. Breathing soft and slow, he closed his eyes and focused his energy on catching a few words. Perhaps he could figure out what the intruders were after before making his presence known.

Thirty seconds passed. His eyes popped open then rolled heavenward as the droning voice segued into a bouncy pop song. The radio. Someone had left a radio playing in one of the offices. Shaking off the rush of adrenaline, Mitch pushed away from the wall and rounded the corner, only to come to a dead stop when he saw the fan of light spilling from the office at the very end of the hall.

Two things he knew for certain: the radio hadn’t been playing when he’d made his post-closing rounds, and that door on the end of the corridor hadn’t been open. He let the barrel of the flashlight slip through his fingers until he gripped the lamp. Wielding his only weapon like a club, he crept toward the door as silently as a guy who clocked in at six-four and two-ten could. Just outside the office, he caught a flash of movement inside the room and quickly pressed his back to the wall.

“About time you showed up.”

A woman. The intruder was a woman and she’d been expecting him. Irked by the presumptuous amusement in her tone, he stepped into the open doorway, prepared to let her have it, and almost swallowed his tongue.

Screw the flashing red lights. Alarm bells clamored in his head the moment recognition clicked. Kelsey Tecato. Artist in Residence. Painter of hard-on-inducing nudes. Live and in person, standing in the Templeton Museum after hours. 

And naked as the day she was born.

Holy moly. *fans self* If you weren't convinced before that you need this book, I'm thinkin' you're on your way over to Amazon right about now. Enjoy, my friends, and be sure to tell your friends and your friend's friends! Have a wonderful, art-filled day!! :) 



Sunday, March 2, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #56!

Howdy, y'all! I'm in Texas, and you know what they say about that. ;) So let's just jump right into the good stuff, shall we? 

Here's the blurb for Crossing the Line: 
Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.
But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.
The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.
A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again?

And here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
From close up, the name embroidered on the front of his uniform swam into focus: George. She’d never found the name sexy until now.
“Citizenship?” he asked.
She cocked her head to the side and studied him--smooth, straight nose with a slight bump on the bridge. Eyelashes that made her ache with envy. Wavy jet-black hair that begged a girl to get all tangled up in. “Hmmm, I would guess you’re either Greek or Spanish.”
“I meant you.” 

That's all, folks! Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

So yeah. I'm spending a fabulous long weekend in Texas with some of my favourite people in the world, and we're eatin', and talkin' and gigglin', and eatin', and drivin', and eatin'...You get the picture. It's been a blast so far. I'll definitely be back, Texas. You produce some fine men...and food. Hope y'all have a sensational week! :)