Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Come and share the Extreme Heat. Jewel Quinlan is here...


I've got the lovely Jewel Quinlan here today, with her fantastic book, Extreme Heat






New Release: Extreme Heat by @JewelQuinlan from @EvernightPub
Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line

Blurb: When photographer Chloe Gaige gets assigned to cover the Pro Kiteboarding finals in Morocco she never expects to run into her childhood crush. Back then, their age difference is what caused her to pull away. Would he resent her for how she treated him back then?
Fully grown, pro kiteboarder Kai Shephard is a tough competitor used to going after what he wants…and getting it. When he catches sight of Chloe in the crowd with her camera, nothing can stop him from trying to be with her again. Except Chloe, that is. Would she see him for the man he is now?
Where you can buy Extreme Heat:
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Excerpt:
“I’m glad you’re here, Chloe.”
“You are?”
He turned his head toward her and looked into her eyes, his hands pressed into her back, drawing her closer. “Because I’ve thought of that night hundreds of times.” His words were loaded with meaning.
Chloe skimmed her eyes over his handsome face. He was positively smoldering with emotion. She swallowed hard. This was the moment, the one she would never forget. Her eyes locked on his and her mind churned over the different signals and sensations her body was picking up.
“Have you?” he whispered.
They were so close. His lips were right there, and he could kiss her any second. His deep, dark eyes were drawing her in.
She nodded.
He lay still, waiting, but she said nothing more. “You have to give me more than that,” he said. “I still don’t know what happened. I thought you liked it when I kissed you.”
Anxiety filled her. It was time to come clean. What would he think of her reasons? How would he see her after she admitted what a weak person she was? “I did,” she said blurted. “It was just….”
His clasp on her back remained firm and he turned his body to face hers so their fronts were pressed together. “Just what?”
Chloe could feel her face filling with the heat of embarrassment. Did he really want to talk about it? “It was just…school and my friends and….” She stopped and buried her face in his chest, not wanting to say anything more. He smelled so good. The warm scent of athletic male and ocean breeze.
He grasped her chin with his hand and lifted her face. “What else?”
Looked like she wasn’t going to be able to get out of explaining. He had that earnest look in his eyes again, the one she remembered from long ago.
“I need to know,” he said.
She couldn’t deny him. “Our age difference,” she said with a wince.
“Seriously?” His breath whooshed out with his surprise. “I mean, I know you’ve made comments about it before, but that was the reason you wouldn’t talk to me anymore?”
“Yes. No. Sort of,” she said in a rush. “Couldn’t you see how strange it would have been?”
“No.”
She sighed. “Of course not. You are such a male. If you were a teenage girl you would understand.”
“What is there to understand?”
She pulled away from him and lay on her back once again. “All the pressure,” she said. “To fit in, to be cool, to be part of the group.”
“And you and me would have been a problem?” he asked, sounding hurt.
The tone in his voice caused her long-held guilt to well up. “Not a problem, exactly. Just…not usual. I don’t think the guys in the senior class we always hung out with would have accepted you even if some of my friends had,” she explained. “Come on, Kai. I’m sure you remember what it was like being a teenager.”
He ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the stars. “I do but what I don’t remember is ever having problems fitting in.” After a moment he gave a great exhale. “Okay, sure. I guess I can understand. Not that I’ve ever lived my life caring about that stuff, but…I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.” Using the arm still cushioning her head and shoulders, he turned her to face him again. “But you did like me then?” he asked.
She nodded.
He smiled. “And what about now?”
She felt shy and squirmy under his gaze but admitted with hesitation, “Yes.”
He beamed at her response. “And does our age difference still bother you? I’m twenty-one and you’re twenty-three. We’re always going to be a couple of years apart.”
She looked away from him feeling very shy and hating it. He still liked her? Was it possible after she’d rejected him? A small thrill shot through her stomach. “No. Why should it bother me?” she said, with a small shrug. Chloe was sure she looked braver than she felt.
“Because I want to be with you, Chloe. I want what was lost to us before.” He searched her face with his eyes and then added in a low voice, “And because I’m going to kiss you.”

About the Author:
From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.
For more information about books by Jewel Quinlan visit her website and blog or you can follow her on Facebook and Twitter




Sunday, 6 April 2014

#SexySnippets Do you have a secret? Jess does


Well this week has flown by... So once more welcome to #SexySnippets. A Sunday service for you all, where a group of authors give you seven sentences ( though we're not anal about it being seven, you can get away with nine lol) from one of their works they think will entertain you.



It took me ages to decide what to tease you with this week. However I have a nice (nice lol) exciting new series due soon. In fact book one is up for pre order from 14th April from Totally Bound Publishing

Diomhair (pronounced 'Jeever") Gaelic for Secret, is a BDSM club set in a castle not too far from Glasgow...

However is it only BDSM that's going on there? You'll have to read the series to find out...





“Bastard.”
“Not at all.” He put the car into gear and set off. “My parents will celebrate their fortieth wedding anniversary later this year and I’m only thirty seven.”
She snorted. “And I need to know that why?”
Oh, how he was looking forward to showing her, however, he decided it was time to needle her in a nicer manner—well, he believed it was nicer.
“Surely it’s better to know a little about the man who’s dominating you?"

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catch all the other sexy snippets on 

www.thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk


Happy reading,

Love  R x

oh p.s. 

Secrets Shared will be available for preorder from 14th April from 

www.totallyboundpublishing.com


Friday, 4 April 2014

29 years today...



Ruminations about 29 years of a good marriage.






(source, pinterest)

Note I don't say of wedded bliss, becasue of course we've had our ups and downs, with two people who have very definite ideas, you're definitely going to have that. But deep down, there's been the solid core of love and commitment, and yes, friendship between us. And a understanding we need to meet half way, even if that half way line wavers from one to the other of us.

I honestly feel so lucky. You know the saying you have to kiss many frogs before you fins your prince? True enough. Not that all those frogs were slimy, far from it, just not right for me, or me for them.

When I met my Dh I had one of those lightbulb moments. So this is what a relationship is supposed to be like? I hadn't had that before. (Okay I did think he had a great ass as well, but ahem...)

The first year was very hard (obstacle erecting ex, my parents unhappy with us, no money etc etc,)  but we made it. Two more kids, several cats, umpteen house moves, job shifts, etc here we are.

The lumps and bumps on the way haven't all been easy to get over. Some have been irritants, like loosing a house because the asshole who said he was buying our flat couldn't get a mortgage but didn't tell us. Others more annoying, such as not being allowed to take the day of our 25th anniversary off work, becasue it was Easter. I so could have, as we had staff coming out of the walls, but the boss decided no. We had no option but to celebrate later.

Dh hardly ever remembers the date, becasue to him we were married on Maundy Thursday, which the year we married it was...

(and we both also say our time together is from the first day we lived together,  two and a half years earlier)

But, yes, I'm lucky. and I know it. Thank you Paul xxx








Sadly today, we're both down with the dreaded lurgy, so rather than sharing a bottle of champagne, I reckon we'll be sharing a packet of paracetamol, but there's always tomorrow...or next week...or even one hopes next year.


Aww I feel all lovey-dovey now, but as its kiss...cough..cuddle...choke...I'll have to hold onto the feeling...

Happy Friday everyone,

love R xx

Oh and no there isn't a photo of the happy day, becasue I haven't scanned them. Just think mid-80's hair and you won't go far wrong... 


Wednesday, 2 April 2014

#MidWeekTease Diomhair book one...Secrets Shared



I'm poorly *cue symatherics aww and ahhs please lol*, therefore my aplogies it's late...





But in 12 days time my first book with Totally Bound goes up for pre order, so I reckon a wee tease from there is in order...







David watched as the gorgeous redhead frowned at the way Kath greeted him. It seemed she wasn’t impressed with him. He wondered if she knew how Kath had been about to address him, and if that had anything to do with how she’d reacted? His eyes narrowed into a look designed to make most subs assume the position and shiver in trepidation—or anticipation. She did neither but stared back at him with a bored expression. How he’d like to make her flutter her eyelids and let them close over those deep pools he wanted to drown in.
David grinned to himself at his fanciful words. He had a sudden urge to hear Jess in the throes of passion, giving soft mews and sighs and panting her excitement. He’d bet his new Shibari rope she’d go deep and fast if she let herself. Damned if he didn’t need to rub that insulting expression off her face and replace it with one of arousal. A notion struck him to be rejected as fast as it came. She might say she wasn’t a sub, but she was no Domme either. Nothing about her proclaimed dominant. Not in the way she looked at him or Jeff’s sub. Everything shouted sub, even if it was reluctant. The shiver when he stared, the brief look down—so brief he bet she didn’t even know she’d done it—the way she licked her lips and her nipples stood out against her silk top. All for him? He hoped so. Jeff had warned him Jess wouldn’t be happy, but he hadn’t expected such a show of determined apathy.
“Look, if I have to go to this stupid place, can we get it over and done with?” Jess tapped her toes. “I’ve better things to do with my time than spend it somewhere like that.” And, her tone inferred, with people like David.
 David stared at her until she fidgeted. He looked down at her feet until the tapping ceased then raised his glance to her face once more.
 “Don’t knock what you don’t know, pet.” He used the sobriquet on purpose, and as he’d expected, she bristled. Like a hedgehog, my God, she’s prickly.
“Woof woof, and don’t call me that. My name is Jess, and if you insist on not using it, you can go whistle.”
David wondered just what she’d do if he put her over his knee? If it hadn’t been for the worried expression on Kath’s face, he might well have challenged Jess. Not now, plenty of time for that later.
 “Jess, please,” Kath said in a soft voice. “Argue with Jeff not David. He’s been asked to drive us, nothing else.”
Jess bit her lip.
One day I’ll show you what happens to subs who mutilate themselves like that. Subs? David had never been so certain about something in his life. Not only that, if she opened up and admitted it, he knew damned fine who would be her Dom.
“Well?” He kept his tone harsh, and couldn’t help but enjoy the trickle of satisfaction that filled him as she swallowed hard and eventually inclined her head.
“Fine, okay and under protest. But only so I can tell Jeff where he can shove his investments.” She slid into the back seat and held her handbag across her front like body armour. With an apologetic glance at David, Kath followed her.
He made a mental note to ask Jeff about her later. His remit from the owner of Secrets—he still couldn't get his tongue around Diomhair and used the English word—had been brief. Could he collect his partner and his sister and bring them to the club. Jeff had mentioned his sister was part owner and had never visited before. What he’d neglected to mention was her antagonism. As David drove along the road it hit him in waves.
“Not a chance, Kath. No fucking way. You’re screwy, hell are you expecting me to agree to that? Well sorry and no dice.”
The fierce argument held behind him didn’t add to his hope that not only was she a willing owner, but she might be a willing participant in what happened between the walls of Secrets. And she needs to sort the swearing out. If there was one thing David didn’t like it was foul language coming from such an attractive mouth.
“You’ve got to. Everyone does at first.”
“No, not in a million years.” The statement was emphatic, and he wondered just what Kath had said to Jess. “Then just stop the car and let me out, now.”
A thump on his shoulder made him jerk and wince. It seemed the lady meant what she said and packed a mean punch for emphasis.
He looked in the mirror to see Kath’s distressed face glare at him in a ‘don’t you dare stop’ look. He didn’t.
“Hey are you deaf? I said stop the bloody car.”
 A second, harder thump was enough to make him jerk the steering wheel, and the car swerved. David swore under his breath and controlled it in one swift movement. He began to dream up punishments he’d be more than happy to dish out. Along the lines of the lovely Jessica wide open for him, her hands bound and her ass full.
“Stop it, Jess, you’ll make Mas…er, David crash.” Kath sounded frantic. “Jeff’ll explain, I promise. But I want to get there in one piece.”
So did he. He waited to hear what Jessica said next.
“Then stop the car and let me out or turn round. You can’t ask me to do this, never, ever.”
She sounds scared. What on earth did Kath ask her? Her distress hit him in waves. He wondered if Kat had suggested she dance naked down Sauchiehall Street in Glasgow, or streak at an old firm football match.

After a quick glance in the rear view mirror to check it was safe, David slowed the car. He was anxious to hear what was going on, and pleased he hadn’t activated the privacy screen. For the first time in a long while, David felt a surge of interest and arousal. Somehow, her attitude had got to him, and he wanted, no needed to know why. He was going to go out on a limb and help her get over whatever it was that haunted her, even if it worked against him. She was a mass of contradictions. David was sure she was a sub, and his intuition told him somewhere in her past something so negative had happened to her that she now refused to admit to it.

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