Blog Tour featuring Cari Silverwood’s Make me Yours Evermore (Pierced Hearts-3) w/giveaway

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Blurb:
Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.
Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.
But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.
Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.
Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry.
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Why the capture fantasy in your writing?

Because I enjoy both reading and writing it. Because ordinary romance doesn’t do it for me even when there’s BDSM in there too. A romance with BDSM is still a romance.

I love the excitement you get with capture fantasies. The uncertainty. It doesn’t have to end in romance, though it can. I love that I can get down and dirtier. That I can write men who really are bad boys lol And not just men with a bad temper, or some criminal tendencies, or whatever. Juggling a story where the men abduct the women and putting it into a modern setting and then having to get readers to like the men, wow, hard to do. If I get the story really right so that the reader wants all the immoral stuff to happen to the woman, that’s satisfying for me. Doing that twisty mind trick is the best. It means I’ve written the story well.

And of course I love the core principles of these capture fantasies – the male dominance, the man being so determined to have that special woman as his own that he will abduct her to have her.

But it’s all fiction, it’s all about writing out fantasies, and it’s a type of fantasy I’ve often read in the past.  I’m sure I will get some readers going what the hell am I reading? Because there will always be those who pick up a book without really understanding what sort of book it is. But I’ve found there’s a big crossover of readers from kinky consensual BDSM stories to capture fantasy. I’m even corrupting some of my fans who have never read these before ;)

No book appeals to everyone and I’m sure some people who read books featuring serial killers doubt their reasons for liking to read them. Us humans have some pretty weird tastes in stories. If you do love reading capture fantasies, know that there’s a quite a big audience for these. A lot of women enjoy reading them.

Also, when writing the series have you felt like you’ve gone too far?

With this book. Lol

As you may know if you’ve followed my facebook posts.

I had to be reassured at regular intervals by Sorcha Black, my crit partner, that the story wasn’t getting too extreme. Something about the combination in Make me Yours Evermore hit some of my limits as a writer. I can read worse than I can write. After the beta readers gave me their feedback, I discovered I’d been writing around the scenes in the story that squicked me out. I’d handed control of scenes to Andreas when it should have been Chris who was the dominant. I’d even totally glossed over one scene. I summarized it as a flashback memory.

(Small and dirty spoiler: This was the upside down face fucking scene.  )

Chris was probably the main cause. He was too far into the dark for me. By the end of the book though, I’m happier with him. He grows as a character. He changes. I think I like men in these stories to have more remorse than he does. He dives into abducting Kat with barely a backward glance. It’s what he wants to do, the opportunity is there, so he does it.

I have to admit that I wanted to write this story darker than my previous ones. I try to change the way these stories unfold with each new book. I try to go darker in some way. Some say I achieved that, some think it’s as dark as Bind and Keep me. Everyone sees a book a little differently.

Explicit Excerpt
Embarrassment had reached new depths. It was one thing standing in a room naked and getting whipped by a Dom you’d selected carefully and teed up your limits with. I had control over that. But this? Kneeling on the breakfast counter with my hands behind me and basically chained to the wall while wearing a wet, milk-soaked scrap of a dress?
I wanted to sink into the floor. Even more so since I knew having them do what they’d done – stared and treated me like a pet they had to feed, had turned me on so much I was afraid to open my legs. I could feel how slippery I was down there.
When Andreas excused himself and wandered off down the hallway to the toilet I relaxed some. One gone. Maybe now, I’d get freed. I braced myself for the evil I had to do, begging from him… Then I raised my eyebrows, in a hopeful fashion, at Chris.
He deadpanned back at me.
Shit. Did I have to whine? I was not whining. But I wasn’t game to speak. Chris’s suggestion of a piñata and the crocs hearing my beating had been ominous.
The stool scraped on the floor as he stood.
I managed a forced smile when he came to the counter and hopped up on it, sitting next to me with his legs dangling over the edge.
“You were very, very good,” he drawled.
I blinked and tried to stamp down on my awareness of the difference between him, free, a dominant man and inches from me, and me tied up. It was electric. Chris was the epitome of alpha male. In the past, his pale blond man-god good looks had always steamed up my female sex goggles in milliseconds. I couldn’t help holding my breath and giving my lower lip a tug with my teeth. Pure body reaction, I reminded myself, I still hated him. I did, I did.
His slow perusal of my breasts and the trail of milk and cornflakes down my belly made me both melt into a sizzle of goo and want to snap out something like…like, I’m not your breakfast. Noo. God no. Need a spoon? Fuck no, not that either.
Surreptitiously, I twisted one wrist, praying it was loose.
He spotted that movement and his mouth curved. “It’s amusing, Kat. Watching you. Watching you and knowing I can touch you without you doing anything to stop me. Knowing you’re aroused too.”
“I’m not aroused,” I ground out through my teeth. “Andreas will be back soon!” My glare would hopefully turn him to ashes.
“You speak?” Gently he began to roll the dress up my thighs. I tensed and squeezed my thighs together. “Uh-uh. No hiding there. Open.”
I glared some more.
Chris moved in and nipped my nose. Shock hummed through me as his other hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing tight. Big hand, hard grip, small pains that did things to me. I squirmed on the spot.
I hated possession like this – the casual owning of a woman bothered me, especially if it was me. But with his hand on me there, and the wrist bondage, with my arms pulled back out of the way, I had nowhere to go. Fuck. Hate you Chris.
Yet what he did fed heat into my groin.
“Open your eyes, Kat.”
I snapped them open. Crap. I’d closed them without meaning to.
“I knew you were turned on because you’ve dripped on the counter.”
Mild panic to mortified in one second flat. Knowing he’d seen my moisture coming from me… I stared at him. Amusement, lust, and the satisfaction of a Dom who’s hit the humiliation and torture button flickered across his face.
Bastard.
His thumb swept over my breast teasing my nipple as he added in a matter of fact way, like it was a done deal. “I’m going to make you come now, Kat. If you don’t want Andreas to see, be good. If you’re bad, I can stretch this out forever.”
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Happy Book Birthday to me!

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A year ago today my debut was published it was a hard fought journey for me and one accomplishment that I never thought I would achieve.  :)  I’m out of town for the holiday but I thought I would leave with a snippet of the book.

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Blurb:

A woman has one thing on her mind tonight…sex. Dirty, sweaty, kinky sex with a cowboy. With her man gone more than he is at home, she needs the release.

After being away for two weeks, a cowboy goes looking for someone to play with for the night. Being away is part of the job but not having someone to come home to is hurting his soul. Feeling disconnected in his love life, the red head will be perfect.

Once they meet, can one night of pure passion led to more than just a one night stand for either of them? Communication is the key to every relationship. Can these two find a way to connect emotionally or are they destined for heartache.

Excerpt (PG-13 for language)

“What’s a girl like you doing at a bar like this?” he asked.

Her voice was a purr, like a cat well satisfied with its stolen pitcher of cream. “I’m looking for someone special.”

Hoping that she meant him he asked, “Did you find him yet?”

“Maybe.” The glint in her eye told him he was definitely in the running.  However, I’m not looking to hook up with just any old cowboy.  He must be able to go the full eight seconds and come back for more.”  She eyed him from head to toe.  “Think you can handle that?”

Oh, I can most definitely handle you sweetheart.

Not wanting to seem too eager he replied, “I’m not sure but I’m willing to try.”

“Do or do not.  There is no try.”  He struggled not to let his grin escape.  The fact that she was trying to seduce him made his dick twitch.

“Let’s just say I’m looking to burn off some pent up frustration. A little excess energy.  And I’ve got plenty to burn.”

The way she shivered at his words, he knew he almost had her.  He winked as she licked her crimson lips and blew out a small breath.  Damn what this woman is doing to him.

He pushed her knees apart with his left leg and was rewarded with the amazing scent of her arousal.  The knowledge she was wet for him had him close to going off in his jeans.

Houston, we have lift-off!

“Why don’t you have a seat cowboy and we’ll talk about it.”

She gasped when he shocked her with a brush of his lips against hers; fighting with everything he had not to deepen the kiss.

Patience, patience.

He would play her game for the moment but sooner or later, she would be his.  Tied up and begging for more.

He asked her, “Now about that eight second ride?”

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Author site:  www.harliewilliams.com

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Happy Christmas and Merry New Year!

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Ten Things You Didn’t know about Margaret Daley

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Dangerous Pursuit

Margaret Daley

 

Giveaway:

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Blurb:  Reading about danger never prepared Samantha Prince for the desperate phone call from her brother in Brazil that sent her from the safety of her New Orleans bookstore into the rugged, inhospitable Amazon in search of him and a hidden treasure. And reading about romance never prepared Samantha to resist the mysterious appeal of Brock Slader, a guide she hired to help her in her quest.

 

Alone with Brock in an alien world of orchids and anacondas, primitive headhunters and very up-to-date gunmen, she struggles to keep their relationship strictly business. Will Samantha survive the dangers in the jungle only to have her heart broken by a man who lives on the edge—no strings attached?

 

Dangerous Pursuit is the first book in The Protectors Series

Coming Soon Dangerous Interlude and Dangerous Paradise

 

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Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1.  Cotton or Silk? Cotton

2.  Champagne/beer/wine? Wine-red

3.  Plotter/pantser? In the middle between the two but I lean a little more to the pantser side

4.  Describe your workspace: The walls are painted hot pink with white trim. I have six bookcases (full of thousands of books) in my office as well as a couch where I usually write on my laptop. I have a desk and file cabinet. My husband started framing my books years ago so they are hanging on the walls. I also have a lot of flamingo items all over the office.

5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it? Mostly tolerate it, although there are a few teams I keep up with.

6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?  I mostly read suspense/adventures and those writer have been my biggest influence, especially at how I structure a story.

7.  Favorite food – Pecan pie with vanilla ice cream

8.  When did you start writing? In 1978—I’ve seen the writing and publishing industry go through a lot of cycles.

9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?

Six months in the mountains and six months on a beach. I love both mountains and beaches.

10.  What’s next for you? I’m currently working on a novella tied to my Guardians, Inc. Series (about female bodyguards for Love Inspired Suspense). This novella will come out in March in an Inspy Kisses collection with five other authors.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One from Dangerous Pursuit by Margaret Daley

As Samantha Prince leaned forward to straighten the books on a lower shelf, her long braid fell across her shoulder. Impatiently she flipped it back, considering again whether she should cut it short. Some people called her hair-color auburn; she called it red. Fiery-haired auburns were the heroines in the romance books she read. The color did not describe her.

“Samantha, what do you think of this book? I’m going out of town again and need something to keep me warm at night,” a stylish businesswoman in her forties said.

“A very good mystery, Mrs. Carson, but I wasn’t impressed with the main character. Not enough backbone to get out of all the scrapes he and the heroine got into.”

“It sounds like more adventure than mystery. Once I start a good adventure I can’t put it down and end up reading through the night. All those cliff-hangers, you know.” Mrs. Carson scanned another book from a display near the checkout counter.

Samantha smiled to herself. Mrs. Carson always came into her bookstore right before a business trip and went through almost every book on the shelves, looking for just the right one that was a great story but wouldn’t keep her up past midnight. Samantha had never found a novel with both ingredients, and she read at least half the books that came through her store. It was her favorite pastime, to lose herself in the lives of the characters and imagine herself doing things that she would never do in her real life.

“Maybe I should try a romance this time,” Mrs. Carson continued, shifting her attention to another section. “The last mystery I read had me waking up every time I heard anything. And you know in a hotel how many sounds you can hear.”

Actually, she didn’t. She had never been anywhere, unless she counted visiting Aunt Lou. She had planned a trip to Europe two summers before but had to cancel it. She was beginning to believe her lack of travel experience was a crime at the age of thirty.

“A good love story,” Samantha said, indicating the book Mrs. Carson picked up. “That ought to keep you warm at night. It’s very hot.”

She waved her hand to show just how hot the book was. While Mrs. Carson examined both books again, Samantha glanced around at the rows of bookshelves. After three years her business was doing very well—at least well enough for her to afford a vacation. Maybe she’d go to some exotic place, she thought as Mrs. Carson decided to buy both the romance and the mystery.

When Mrs. Carson left the Purple Ink, the noise of New Orleans traffic and a blast of cold air rushed into the shop. Samantha shivered and pulled the front of her brown sweater more securely across her chest. Somewhere exotic and warm, she amended. In her mind the only good thing to come from cold weather was curling up in bed under layers of wool blankets with a great book to read while sipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows in it.

Tonight, she vowed as she began to finish restocking the shelves of the adventure section. Pausing to examine a cover on one book, she was instantly reminded of her younger brother, Mark, who traveled the world, going from one adventure to the next while she remained in New Orleans, working day after day to make Purple Ink a success. The biggest adventure Samantha ever encountered was the rush hour traffic on Interstate 10.

Sighing heavily, she completed her task and noted it was time to close up for the day. Standing, she stretched to ease the ache in her lower back. It was time to start exercising again. The holiday season had been busy, and she got out of the routine once Thanksgiving had passed. Now it was the first of February, and she had ignored her better sense and found excuse after excuse not to get back to it. Though exercising would never head her list of favorite things to do, she promised herself to sign up for a new aerobics class. Soon. Maybe in a month or so.

“Samantha, I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at nine thirty,” Nell, Samantha’s assistant, said as she gathered up her purse and coat.

“Don’t forget we have to start the inventory tomorrow. Can you stay late?”

“Yes.”

“I have everything lined up, so it shouldn’t take as long as last year.”

Nell shook her head. “You are the most organized human being I’ve ever met. If I know you, you’ll have devised a way to cut our time nearly in half.”

“Oh, at least. Why else invest in a computer?” Samantha laughed and waved her friend on.

Nell was always teasing Samantha about how neat and orderly she was. But she had practically raised her younger brother while her mother had worked to support them. As a teenager she had juggled school, part-time work, and housework. It hadn’t been easy, but her mother and younger brother had depended on her, so she had learned to be organized the hard way.

Samantha went through the same routine to close her shop as she had done ever since she had bought it. After one final survey of her store, she went out the back door to her car.

Mark always laughed about her and her routines, but they gave her a sense of security and stability that was important to her. Neither she nor Mark, as children, nor their mother, had had much of either. It didn’t seem to bother her brother, but it did bother her.

When she finally arrived at her house after grocery shopping, exhaustion from a long day gripped her. She picked up the bag of food and was planning her dinner as she stepped into her house. The phone was ringing, and she nearly dropped the bag as she rushed to pick up the receiver.

“Hello, Samantha Prince speaking.”

“Sam! You’re home finally. Why isn’t your cell working?” Her brother’s voice was faint, but he sounded frantic.

“Mark, what’s wrong? Where in the world are you?” Samantha set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and dug in her purse for her cell phone. She’d left it on silent, something she did often.

“Manaus.”

The long distance connection wasn’t a good one, and Samantha had to strain to hear his answer. “The Amazon?”

“Yes.”

“The last I heard you were in Rio. Why are you there?” She had read plenty of books set in the jungle and couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to go there.

“It’s a long story. I don’t have the time to go into it.”

The tone of her brother’s voice, laced with impatience, alarmed Samantha. Tiny prickles of fear rose on the nape of her neck. “Why did you call?” She forced her voice to remain calm while her grip tightened on the receiver. He was her only close relative, their mother having died four years before. Though they didn’t see each other a lot, she loved him very much and their relationship was a good one.

“I need a thousand dollars to get out of here. I needed it yesterday. Can you send me the money?” Mark’s voice faded in and out.

“You said you need a thousand dollars?”

“Yes, Sis. Fast.”

There was no mistaking the desperation in his answer. The tingles of fear quickly spread down her body. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” As a child she had rescued her brother from a few situations. He had always been daring; there was a bold recklessness about him that was very appealing, yet dangerous too. They were like night and day.

He laughed, but there was no amusement in the sound. “You could say that. I have someone who would like to get his hands on me. Can you wire it, Sis?”

  “Yes, of course. But I can’t do anything until tomorrow morning. Everything is closed.” 

He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, then said in a clear voice, “I’ll try to make—wait for it.” 

“Where are you staying?”

“The Grand Hotel. It doesn’t live up to its name, but it’s all I could afford.”

“Can I send it to you there?”

“No! I’ll have to pick it up at the bank. It’s safer. I can’t trust anyone.”

Samantha shuddered. “Safer? Mark, please tell me what’s going on.”

Static crackled over the line, and Samantha placed her hand over her other ear as if that would help her hear him better.

“If anything happens to me, Sam, there’s something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church. Got that?”

“Yes, but—”

There was the sound of male voices in the background, then Mark said quickly, “Got to go. Love you.”

The phone went dead.

Samantha collapsed into a chair, her whole body trembling. She thought about pinching herself; surely she had dreamed the telephone conversation. But the fear and sense of urgency reminded her of the reality of the phone call, and she was chilled with dread.

Something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church?

What? How was Mark involved? Was it something illegal? Why was he running scared? And from whom? Her mind felt as if it would explode from all the unanswered questions bombarding her.

A thousand dollars! That would wipe out most of her savings for her vacation, but if Mark was in trouble, Samantha would sell her house and her bookstore if she had to.

If Mark was in trouble. From the sound of his voice he was in trouble. She knew she would be at the bank first thing in the morning.

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Samantha stood frozen, holding her check for one thousand dollars in both hands. Mark hadn’t picked it up. It was hard for her to believe that her money had been returned that morning. But if he was going to pick it up, Mark would have in a week’s time.

Her hands began to shake, and she almost dropped the check. What or who had prevented her brother from getting the money?

The questions she had been avoiding all morning invaded her thoughts, and she sank into her desk chair in the back of her bookstore.

“What should I do?” she asked the silent walls.

Call! She’d call him at the Grand Hotel in Manaus. Maybe he was still there and didn’t need the money anymore and that was why he hadn’t picked it up. Maybe everything was fine now. Maybe the moon really was made of cheese.

Apprehensive about what she would find out, Samantha placed an international call to Brazil. When the man who answered at the hotel couldn’t speak English, she was at a loss.

“May I speak with Senor Prince?” Samantha spoke very slowly and in a loud voice, as if that would make things clear. She had never been good at learning foreign languages and envied her brother, who knew five fluently.

The stream of words that followed was unintelligible. Frustrated, Samantha finally hung up, concluding there was no Senor Prince at the Grand Hotel. Next she put a call through to Mark’s apartment in Rio and prayed that her brother would answer. On the twentieth ring she gave up and slammed the phone down, even more frustrated than before. Her fear returned in full force.

For five minutes she stared at the check, her mind churning with possible courses of action. Suddenly she turned to her laptop and punched in an address. Five minutes later she’d booked a flight to Rio.

She would go to Mark’s place in Rio and find out what she could about his whereabouts. Since he was no longer at the hotel in Manaus, maybe he had returned to Rio and wasn’t in his apartment at the moment. She would keep calling until she had to leave the next morning. She prayed she was panicking for no reason.

Thirty minutes later she was on her way home to pack for Brazil, having left a stunned Nell behind to run the bookstore. When she had thought about a vacation in a warm, exotic place last week, this wasn’t how she had envisioned planning it. Samantha had imagined herself going to a travel agent and getting plenty of brochures on different tropical locales. Then she would have gone home, spread them all out on her kitchen table, and slowly read through each one until she had narrowed her selection down to one. Everything would have been done in an orderly, slow fashion. Wasn’t part of the joy of a vacation the anticipation beforehand?

While sitting at a stoplight, her conversation with Nell returned to Samantha’s mind.

“I can’t believe you’re dropping everything to go to Brazil to look for your brother! This isn’t you. You don’t do things like this,” Nell had said.

“My brother doesn’t disappear like this either. I can’t sit here and wonder what’s happened to him. I’ve got to find out. I can’t get any answers over the phone.”

“So you’re flying thousands of miles to get some answers?”

“Do you know of a better way?”

Nell had shaken her head. “Don’t worry about the shop. I’ll take care of it. If your brother calls, what should I tell him?”

“Find out where he is and tell him to stay put. I’ll check in with you every few days.” Horns blared behind Samantha, and she realized she was sitting at a green light with angry motorists waiting on her. Embarrassed, she gunned her engine and sped forward.

She welcomed the familiarity of her small house, and before attempting to pack, she fixed herself a cup of hot tea and sat down at the kitchen table to organize what she had to do in the next twelve hours before she left for Rio.

Passport. Thank goodness she had one from that aborted trip to Europe.

Clothes? What kind of clothes should she take to Rio? Wasn’t it summer there? Clothing for a hot, humid environment. A couple of sundresses. Maybe a pair or two of shorts. A bathing suit. Sandals.

The last thing Samantha put on her list of necessities was the latest book she was reading, Jungle Fever. It was part of a shipment that had arrived at the store the previous day. Samantha had been drawn to the title because of Mark, but now she could hardly put it down. It was an engrossing tale of adventure and intrigue by a new author whom Samantha thought would go far. She had gotten to the part where the hero had just rescued the heroine from a tribe of headhunters and they were fleeing for their lives.

With her list completed, she began packing and finished at eleven. After showering and getting ready for bed, she tried to sleep, but her mind danced with images of her brother, herself, and his unknown enemy. She sat up in bed, switched on the light, and started reading the next chapter of her book.

Harper swung the machete, striking the thick undergrowth over and over. The swish of the blade filled the jungle stillness with the urgency of their escape. Diana clung to Harper’s hand, glancing constantly over her shoulders as they raced through the jungle. She could hear the Indians behind her. She could imagine their savage faces as the headhunters followed, so sure she and Harper would be caught. This was the headhunters’ territory. They ruled it as they had for hundreds of years: by fear.

Samantha was immediately whisked into another world and didn’t put the novel down until she couldn’t keep her eyelids open another minute. She glanced at her bedside clock and gasped. It was three in the morning. She had to leave at seven!

Sleep finally descended, but it was a restless sleep, saturated with pictures of painted Indians with lip discs and spears tipped in poison. Samantha tossed and turned, visualizing herself as Diana as she last read about her: standing at the top of a waterfall with a rushing river in front of her and the headhunters in back. Either way Diana went appeared to be instant death.

Cold reality returned the next morning as Samantha hurried to make her flight to Rio via Miami. She wasn’t able to catch her breath until the plane was in the air and the meal was being served.

Then the idea of what she was doing struck her with a powerful impact. She was flying down to Rio with one day’s notice, trying to locate her brother in one of the largest countries in the world. She wasn’t a detective and really knew nothing, other than what she had read, about what a detective did to find a missing person.

What was happening to the sensible, logical woman she was?

That question returned to plague her in Rio as she waited while her brother’s neighbor, whom Mark had said always had his spare key, let her into Mark’s place. Before her lay the wreckage of a once presentable bachelor’s apartment.

Everything was torn or shattered, nothing left untouched. Someone had searched this place very thoroughly, and she knew it was connected with Mark’s mysterious phone call the week before.

Samantha moved slowly into her brother’s apartment. Suddenly she knew the fear Diana felt looking down at the rushing river. And Samantha knew what she had to do next: go to the Amazon to Manaus.

 

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Margaret Daley, an award-winning author of eighty-five books, has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret visit her website, Twitter at and Facebook.

 

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Giveaway:  A digital copy of  Trust Me? (The Trust Me? Trilogy #1) and Love ME? (The Trust Me? Trilogy #2) and two personally signed bookmarks.  Good luck!
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Trust Me? Blurb:

This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language and sexual content.

Jenifer Taylor is content with her life, dull and boring as it is. Being absent from the dating scene means she doesn’t have to deal with the major trust issues she has with men that stem from a controlling and aggressive ex-boyfriend and an absentee father.  She’s happy being alone, sharing her life with her friends and family.

When Jeni starts a typical day in the big city of Mornington Vale, California, it turns from bad to worse when she’s involved in a chain collision on her way to work.

Her world changes forever that day because she meets Aiden O’Connell, the billionaire son of Alistair O’Connell, who owns Mornington Vale’s largest financial corporation. Aiden is an up-and-coming young businessman who’s ready to take on the vice presidency of his father’s company. He is the good son, and it’s imperative to Alistair that Aiden succeed and follow in his footsteps. Life for Aiden involves working hard and not much else.

After the accident, however, Aiden’s world changes as well. He finds Jeni irresistible and instantly pursues her. With some coaxing, she eventually agrees to a date, and the attraction is mutual.

Jeni finds love quickly with Aiden, but trusting him is another issue.  When to trust is tested in many different ways but comes to a head when Aiden is investigated for a serious crime.  As her trust issues spark, she is forced to go through a journey of self-discovery.

She must decide once and for all whether she trusts the man she loves when she’s asked the ultimate question: “Do you trust me?”

Excerpt:

I turn to face him; he puts his other arm around me. We are in the same position as before when the last kiss attempt failed. My arms are tight around his neck, his arms around my waist. I look down. He lifts up my chin so I’m lost in his gaze. His hand goes back to my waist. He swallows; I think he’s as nervous as I am. He tilts his head and leans in … I back away quickly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking hurt.

“Oh, no, it’s not you. I think … I might have garlic breath.”

He laughs and pulls me back to him. “So do I.” He pulls me in tighter, and before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine. I give in and surrender to him completely.

This feels like one of my fantasies, only way, way better. He holds me tight as one hand moves from my waist to caress my cheek, kissing me softly but sensually. My hands move to the back of his head, and I grab a lock of hair in each hand. He moves our bodies so that I’m against the railing at the edge of the deck. He moves his hand from my waist to hold the rail as I still grasp his hair. The kissing becomes feverishly passionate; his tongue against mine as they intertwine with each other. Our breathing becomes faster and erratic. Our kissing becomes more intimate. We are in perfect sync with each other. I pull him closer to me, our whole bodies touching. My heart is pounding fast and hard. His hand moves from my face to the back of my head, pulling me tight. He moves my hair from the side of my neck, breaks our kiss and kisses my neck slowly and seductively. I sigh and breathe in a stuttering motion. I open my eyes to see the waitress standing there, gawking at us. I stiffen as I see her. He pulls back and looks at me. With my eyes, I gesture toward the waitress. He turns, looks, and lets out a little huff. He leans in towards me.

“Now that’s a first kiss,” he whispers as he grabs my hand and leads me over to the table. I can’t help but smile

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Love Me? Blurb:

This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language and sexual content.

In the first book of The Trust Me? Trilogy, Jeni Taylor finds the love of her life, but as the second book begins, she finds herself lost without Aiden O’Connell, who’s been wrongly convicted of embezzlement charges and incarcerated. She must find the strength within to help prove he’s innocent while dealing with other issues. Aiden’s father, Alistair, still taunts her, making life between Jeni and Aiden more difficult, and an unexpected visitor enters their lives, creating havoc and turning it upside down. Jeni’s trust issues return in a major way after an incident leaves her fragile and broken. Aiden and Jeni find themselves going through more trials and tribulations than ever before in this second installment of the Trust Me? Trilogy. In the end, Jeni will be asked the ultimate question: Do you still love me?

Short Excerpt Love Me?

 

My nerves start to get the better of me, I start to feel nauseous; those darn pesky butterflies attack again. I’m not sure why I’m nervous, whether it’s the shoes making me unstable or whether it’s the memory of our first date, our first touch, or our first kiss that’s making me bashful.
I turn the corner to see him standing there with a bunch of red roses, in the suit that he changed into earlier, this time with a baby pink tie on. Behind him is that gorgeous waterfall cascading down the cliff with the lush greenery surrounding us. As I take a step closer, I hear music playing. “Thank You for Loving Me” by Bon Jovi. It’s our song. I feel my eyes welling up as all the emotion and love I feel for this man is becoming too much to bear.
His smile is beaming from ear to ear when I approach. Finally I reach him. He holds out his hand for me to take. I take it, and he pulls me into a tight embrace.
“This is perfect,” I whisper.
“Perfection for perfection, my love.” He kisses my cheek, and places the bouquet of flowers on the railing.

 

Authors Bio:kimphoto

K E Osborn was born in September 1984 and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. She had a love of writing throughout High School but went down a different path to Design instead. It wasn’t until she had a vivid dream about a three car pile up that the characters of her first book came to life.

Aiden and Jeni are the amazing couple from the Trust me? Trilogy and they were born into the world through the imagination of K E Osborn in 2012.

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Cover Reveal for Harper’s Wish by Krista Ames

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Harper’s Wish

A Montana Series Christmas Novella

By

Krista Ames

Blurb:

Christmas is supposed to be a joyous time of year, but for Harper Donaldson it’s just another day.  Orphaned at an early age, she doesn’t have a single good memory of Christmas.

But, when a Santa’s Mailbox mysteriously appears in the lobby of the post office where she works as postmistress, Harper wonders what it could hurt to send her own letter to Santa.

Could he bring her the family she’d always wanted?

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**  Coming soon (tentatively Dec 20th) to Roane Publishing  **

About the Author:Krista Ames

Born and raised in Northern Indiana, Krista now resides in Northern Lower Michigan.  She is married to a very supportive man who allows her to follow her true passion of writing and never complains when she is pirated away on her computer for hours.    Krista is also a mother of 4 ornery children who keep her plenty busy.  With an addition of 2 beautiful chocolate lab sisters and a playful kitty, there is never a dull or spare moment in her household.

Krista has always loved to read and would often sit up for hours into the night not able to put down a book until she was finished.  She still reads when she can but her main focus is creating her own stories to share with the world.

She loves to communicate with her readers so please feel free to drop her a line anytime at krista@kristaames.com or visit her at http://www.kristaames.com   or http://www.apassionforromance.blogspot.com.

Facebook:   www.facebook.com/author-krista-ames

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Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Krista-Ames/e/B004FLQ9XM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

TRR Author Page:  http://www.theromancereviews.com/kkames

Home for the Holidays Blog Hop! Day 5

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November 13th – November 18th
 
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I admit that I forgot to post today so it will be short.  :(  Bad blogger that I am.
Since we are talking about the holidays, I can’t wait for next week.  I will be in Dallas staying with my folks for 5 1/2 days.  I love going home.  I can lay around and not do a thing if I want or hang with my friends that I left behind when we moved to the sticks 7 years ago.  My dad has decided that one of those days will be a Guy Only Day.  Just my hubs, our son, nephew and him doing guy things all day long.  Since my mom is housebound now, I’m not sure what I will be doing.  I thought about hanging out with my Bestie Elaine but she has to work.  Boo!  I might go get a deluxe mani but I’m not sure.  Knowing me, probably not a darn thing.  LOL!
So what are you plans for Thanksgiving?  BTW, its Sunday in East Texas and its 82 degrees.  Crazy huh?
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Home for the Holidays Blog Hop! Day 4

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I can not believe that we only have 40 days left until Christmas morning.  *head desk*  Not one thing bought yet.  I know that some people already have their shopping done.  Not us.  At least this year, we have a clue what we are doing which is a big step for us.  We are shopping this weekend and will take care of most of Brian’s (our son) stuff.
I’m late today with the post and I’m sorry.  Got a question for you today instead of a recipe.  What is your all time favorite Christmas movie?  For me its easy.  The original Miracle of 34th Street.  It features two of my all time favorite actresses:  Natalie Wood and Maureen O’Hara.
Coming in a close second is Christmas Vacation.  This movie is a classic because you know that in your own neighborhood there is a house that decorates just like Clark.  LOL!
So tell me what your favorite Christmas movie is in the comments and when the hop is over, I will give you a copy of my debut, The Couple.  Good luck!
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Home for the Holidays Blog Hop! Day 3

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I can not believe that we only have 41 days left until Christmas morning.  *head desk*  Not one thing bought yet.  I know that some people already have their shopping done.  Not us.  At least this year, we have a clue what we are doing which is a big step for us.  We are shopping this weekend and will take care of most of Brian’s (our son) stuff.
There was one other thing that I forgot about doing in Dallas growing up.  Going to the downtown Neiman Marcus store once it was decorated.  Then after that my mom, grandmother and I would have lunch at The Zodiac Room.  I thought I was all grown up having lunch there.  I will never forget their strawberry butter or their chocolate chip cookies.  Plus, when you are 8 years old it was pretty impressive to use a starched white napkin.  :)  Sadly, I don’t do this tradition anymore.  My grandmother died in 2006 and my own mother is housebound.  My mom would also buy one ornament that represented my dad, my younger brother, herself and me.  I still have my ornaments and proudly display them on my own tree.  I can’t imagine why I have so many penguins but I do.  He He!
My recipe today is a simple one and you don’t even have to write it down.  My grandmother made the BEST chocolate chip cookies EVER!  As a child, I never actually watched her make them.  They were just always around.  When I got to be a teenager she shared her secret.  Are you ready for it?
She used the recipe on the back of the package of Nestle Toll House Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips.  *thud*  I know, right?  The only variation was that she liked Dark Brown Sugar and make equal batches with and without pecans.  My uncle loved pecans in his cookies.
So there you have it.  The secret recipe to awesome chocolate chip cookies.  This recipe is the only recipe I use when making these cookies.  It didn’t fail my grandmother and it hasn’t failed me.  One thing…I don’t use pecans in my cookies.
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Home for the Holidays Blog Hop! Day 2

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I can not believe that we only have 42 days left until Christmas morning.  *head desk*  Still nothing bought yet.  I know that some people already have their shopping done.  Not us.  At least this year, we have a clue what we are doing which is a big step for us.
Okay, yesterday I depressed you but today I’m bringing some holiday cheer.  I grew up in Dallas, TX without a white Christmas but that’s okay.  I still have memories of the Ice Storm that hit Dallas in 1977.  City shut down for two weeks.  It was bad.  No school and a lot of our friends didn’t have electricity.  I remember that we had people at the house all the time.  Either eating, showering or just trying to stay warm.  If you had natural gas you were good but if not…In fact, my tenth birthday party was almost cancelled due to the ice but somehow it changed into a slumber party to make it easier for my friends to show up.  Good times…
Any way, seeing Christmas lights in Dallas is a treat.  Up until we moved to the sticks in 2006, I still made the trip to Swiss Avenue to see how the mansions were decorated.  Plus, rode the carriage in Highland Park to see how they decorated.  My dad used to say, “Let’s see how the servants decorated this year.”  LOL!  Plus, I still had my picture taken with the North Park Mall Santa.  Yes, say what you will but that was the only one I saw every year.  Again…good times.
So as you can see, I do have great memories of the holidays and I think of them often when I get blue.  Just wish I didn’t live far away so I can share them with our son.
The recipe for today is a layered salad that you make the day before and keep it in the icebox until ready to serve.
Layered Salad
One bag of frozen peas
One head of either iceberg or romaine lettuce
One package of bacon, cooked and crumbled
One can of sliced watercress nuts, drained
One package of shredded cheese
One purple onion either chopped or sliced
Pecans (my grandmother had a pecan tree so we ate a lot of pecans)
Salt and pepper
Mayo or Miracle Whip  (I’ve used both.  Just depends on your preference)
Here are the layers that you will have:
Lettuce, bacon, watercress nuts, onion, cheese, peas, salt and pepper, mayo
You will continue this until you have used all the ingredients.  VERY IMPORTANT:  Do not mix until ready to serve.  You need the ingredients to marry together.  Of course, you can use all kinds of spices to your liking.  Dill is good and a family favorite.
When ready to serve, mix well.  The secret to this dish is the layering and it being presented at the table/buffet NOT mixed.  The colors are beautiful to see.  Enjoy.
Here is a tidbit from my YA:

Blog Entry for September 29th

When did my life become so complicated?  I’m only 17 years old and torn between two boys.  Seriously?  And quit singing the song Torn Between Lovers.  I abhor that song and I’m still a virgin thank you very much.  UGH!

Let me start from the beginning.  One boy lives in Dallas, where I live and he is my boyfriend.  Geoff is great and we’ve known each other since the 4th grade.  We only started dating our senior year and are having fun together.  I’m comfortable with him and he makes me feel good.  Since I’m on the drill team and he is in band, we see a lot of each other during the wee early morning hours of football season.  Trust me that will test any relationship when you have to see your boyfriend with hot rollers and a scarf in your hair.

Another thing about Geoff and I, most people have predicted that at our 10 year reunion that we’ll be married, with 2.5 kids and I’ll be president of the PTA.  This prediction scares the crap out of me.  Truly it does.  I mean, can you really predict ten years after high school?  I’m just trying to make it the weekend and through our tough routine for our halftime show.  Plus, I have to work on Saturday all day because of the game on Friday.  My only concerns now are finishing my homework, writing in own my blog and not killing my younger brother.  Not getting married and having babies.  I think sex would be good, though.  Okay…mind out of gutter.

So what do you think?  Any feedback is good…I can take it!

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