The Exception to the Rule can have Dire Consequences!

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Playing for Time is a new adult sports romance. Book #6 in The Bay series, and a stand alone read. Darcy Rayne was first introduced in the first chapter of Winning the Player as the cocky ruckman of the opposition team. He is a football superstar, and to research his character further than my own knowledge, I went to AFL games with my friend, Mark whose son-in-law is a ruckman for the Adelaide Crows. We sat in the stands, and as he talked about the importance of a ruckman’s role I could hear in his voice how proud he was. Mark sadly passed away in 2017, and I have dedicated this book to him. It was fitting to add more football snippets in the book, and to transpire the intense pressure of players to succeed onto the pages of my story. Playing for Time is a book from my heart. Not only for Mark, as he taught me ‘it is, what it is’. Also for friends who have lost loved ones. The cover is most special as the smaller football action photo is of my son-in-law, Charlie ( also a ruckman at 6ft 5′ ) playing in his local competition. Packed with emotion and drama, I hope you enjoy Playing for Time and feel the love and heartache as I did writing it.

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As a flight attendant, I meet a lot of famous people. Some I never see again.

Darcy Rayne was the exception.

The handsome, sexy king of the football world.

At first, I denied the attraction.

I don’t date players. Especially the off-field kind.

I’m a regular girl, and my world is too small for someone like him.

Turned out, I underestimated a footballer’s determination and focus to never give up.

So, I gave in.

He had a dream before me.

Almost lost it because of me.

In my darkest hour when I needed him most, he got his dream.

And I lost a piece of my heart.

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Playing for Time excerpt.

The same musky aroma fills the room, a combination of sweat and sexual desire.

In the warm air it clings like tentacles to skin, initiating each patron when the heavy black door closes. For some, confidence blooms under the dim lights that obscure identity, enhancing mystery to availability. Until neon lights flash and spotlights sweep the crowd to reveal grinding hips, tricking the unaccustomed into believing they took a wrong turn into the club’s VIP room.

Weaving to a safe spot I’ve learned to ignore the judgement in painted eyes and the sideways glance. When I reach the back of the room the fluttering in my gut eases. “It’s just another club,” I murmur to myself. And yet, every time I come here my heart speeds up to the point the thud-thud-thud in my ears is louder than the damn bass pounding off the walls.

 

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“The Thunder footballers are over there.” Carli nods in their direction and hands me a stemmed glass. She stretches her neck even though she’s wearing chrome heels. “I can see Darcy Rayne.”

I follow her line of gaze to the other side of the club. My senses were alerted to him the moment we walked in. The moment I tasted the sexuality in the room. Like a dirty word lingering on my tongue, disdaining my thoughts, as though I’ve inhaled the arrogant vapour surrounding him like a smoke machine.

One sideways glance from him intensifies body heat of every girl standing within a twenty-foot radius. I’m also vulnerable, and it is what annoys me most. For months I’ve received glances, telling me he is aware. But it’s not enough for him to walk over and start up a conversation, even if he could break through the ring of fire of female bodies surrounding him.

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Leesa Bow is a romance author who began her writing journey years ago when her daughter fell ill. After writing for therapy Leesa now can’t imagine doing anything else. Thankful to be following her passion for romance, she is living out her own happy ever after with her husband in Brisbane, Australia.

Q.Who is the best villain you have written to date?

I don’t write villains as such. There are ‘mean’ characters but I tend to stay away from villains. In Charming the Outback, Luke was a tough alpha to write.

Q.What is the best closing sentence you have read in a book?

The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan

“It means nothing without you.”

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Romance, Lost Moons, and Special Mates!

 

Jez wished she’d taken more notice of the signs, especially the hints of habitation in the cave she currently stood outside that she and her second, Jana, had discovered the previous shift. It was something that had been instantly dismissed by the expedition leader.

But what was currently studying her so intently was of far greater concern.

Jez and her team had spent the last six shifts determining if this moon was suitable for a permanent base. Moon SC579, nicknamed Scandal by her team, had breathable atmosphere, enabling them to explore without the bulky space suits, though they did wear breathers and carried a state-of-the-art AI com unit. But Scandal was a barren wasteland, unsuitable for habitation.

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Jez shifted slightly, observing with equal intensity the tall, humanoid-like alien standing less than an arm length away.

The plain, utilitarian uniform he wore outlined his strong muscular structure, leaving no doubt as to his gender. Jez had the distinct impression he’d spent most of his life wearing similar apparel. It blended perfectly with the dry, fine texture of the surrounding ground. She couldn’t help but stare at his feet. They were encased in some sort of animal skin, but there was nothing primitive about the construction. In fact, his footwear looked perfectly suited to the moon’s surface, though her team had found no trace of any other living species.

Until the cave.

 

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Her nurturer had always told Jez that a male’s feet could tell her a lot about his character. If he stood firmly and calmly, then he was likely to be even-tempered. The larger his feet, her nurturer had insisted, the more virulent, lusty or passionate he was likely to be.

Surprisingly, Jez had found her nurturer’s predictions to be uncannily accurate when it came to the males of her world, though passions were rarely expressed openly.

The male before her had big feet, but they were proportional to his height and body structure. He towered above her taller-than-average height. His weight was evenly balanced on his large feet, his breathing regular while he maintained steady eye contact. The feeling Jez got while she studied him was that he was curious and bemused by her presence. A deep calm, a feeling of safety, settled over her. She instinctively knew he posed no threat.

 

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And Jez always trusted her instincts. It was why she was standing outside the cave, alone, while the rest of her team were scouting the distant crater rim.

“This is sacred ground.”

His voice had a deep timbre, one that sent shivers down her spine. A reaction she didn’t dare display, didn’t want to give into at all. She stepped back. He mirrored her move, bridging the gap she’d made. His eyes were an intense and mindboggling silver with mauve tints. The same hues as his hair, but his skin had a deeper, darker shade. She thought him handsome but tried to squash those thoughts before they surfaced.

“You are here to mate,” he stated as if this was a well-known fact.

He was still staring at her in much the same way she was staring at him. Jez straightened. In-built and well-learned protocol overtook her reticence.

“I am Commander Jezebel Hedin, Tenth Exploratory Team of the Damari Organisation for Galactic Settlement.” She tilted her head towards him. “And you?”

He stood even straighter, his height and muscular body displayed proudly. “Ge’ez Amour, Executive Commander of Interstellar Relations, Takako.”

He recited his designation in clipped terms, though what he’d said gave her virtually no information. DOGS, or rather their more formal term, the Damari Organisation, would probably mean nothing to him either.

Of course, she’d known as soon as she and Jana had found recent and obvious occupation inside the cave, that some unknown entity was sharing the moon with her team.

She also knew that this Tack-a-kay-o, presumably his home world, was somewhere the Damari ruling class would vehemently deny existed, regardless of whether anyone had ever heard of it or not. It wouldn’t matter that the proof of its existence was standing right in front of her. Indeed, her instincts insisted she keep this unauthorised meeting hidden. As they had before she’d reported the cave discovery in the vaguest terms possible.

“You are female,” he stated. “Yet you stand on the mating grounds alone and unprotected.”

She gasped as he stepped forward and took her wrist. His long fingers, surprisingly cool, held her gently but firmly. He took one, long breath while a finger pressed on the vein inside of her wrist. Her rapid heart rate was anything but normal. The last time it was so raised was at her command award ceremony, many cycles ago.

Was her life really so … predictable? So lacking in excitement?

She kept her eyes on the male, inhaling through the breather which added a bit more oxygen into her system, calming her.

“You are fertile.”

“And where are your instruments that allow you to make such a claim?”

“Takako males can sense a female’s readiness to mate,” he replied.

Still holding her wrist, the tip of his finger began making slow, caressing circles. As a wave of desire swamped her, leaving her shaking inside, she continued to stare into his silvery eyes. Eyes that had become more iridescent, the mauve flecks appearing and receding in mesmerising ripples.

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Jez wasn’t scheduled for testing until well after she returned from this exploratory journey. Even then, if her defiance in returning to the cave without authorisation was discovered, any chance of reproduction would be lost. Something Jez had known when she made the decision to return. It didn’t matter that Jez longed for offspring. Nor would the fact that her ancestry could be traced back through a long line of explorers originating from Old Earth. If this unauthorised and unexpected encounter was discovered, Jez would be demoted and returned to an even duller, less certain future than before.

It was just as well she’d disabled the tracking and recording functions on her AI before heading towards the cave. All she’d left operational were the mandatory health checks and the interpreter module. That way she had plausible deniability.

“I have waited aeons. Now, just when I’d become convinced the gift of a mate was not for me, the Entity delivered you to the mating grounds.” He seemed to emit excitement and deep pleasure, the mauve in his eyes completely taking over the silver for one, brief, moment. “Come.” He gave her still-held wrist a gentle but insistent tug.

“Wait.” She resisted his pull without much effort. “Where is this mating ground you speak of? Is it the cave?”

“This moon,” he said, indicating the entire area, “is the sacred mating grounds of Takako, available only to those who have earned the privilege, and gift, of a promised mate. The cave is the site I chose for you, my mate, as the best defensible abode available.”

“I am not your mate. I don’t even know if our species are biologically compatible.”

“We are,” he insisted, “the Entity would not have brought you here while fertile if we were incompatible.”

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“That’s not how these things are arranged,” she insisted.

She ignored her rapidly beating heart, her tendency to lean her body towards him, the overwhelming knowledge of his alluring existence. All that was irrelevant. They could not mate. The ramifications, no matter how tempting, would mean her immediate exile to the outer reaches, a place very few survived.

“Then whatever you require, I will provide.”

Jez could hardly think straight, an unusual occurrence for her. One she knew stemmed from the temptation to leave everything she knew behind. For him.

“To reproduce… This is determined by the ruling class, who only consider parameters that ensure success,” she explained, though why she bothered was unclear. “It is scientific and precise, with no chance of errors.”

“The Entity does not make mistakes either. Obtaining a mate is an honour given to few but hoped for by many.”

“It is the same in my world too.”

“Truly?” he queried, like he didn’t quite believe her. “You form a lasting partnership, sharing food, shelter, your body and your most intimate thoughts, with your mate?”

“No. There is no interaction between the male and female at all.”

He crossed his arms. “That sounds…”

“Efficient.”

“Clinical,” he countered. “Where is the relationship? The deep bond between the two responsible for giving life to the next generation? Where is the caring, the shared responsibility, the love, required to bring offspring into the world so they can grow and learn and become responsible citizens, a credit to their family and their world?”

Jez shrugged. “That’s not the way reproduction occurs where I come from.”

“Then the Entity was wise indeed to send you to me. As my mate you will be cherished and honoured for the rest of your life.”

“Indeed.”

He studied her again, not quite as intently as he had at first. More like he was cataloguing her features, discerning what was going on inside her head. She hoped males of his species could not read minds, because hers was a swirling mess of confusion battling with her growing attraction and longing.

“I have worked hard to prepare a comfortable abode for you while we await the return of my spaceship. I have moisture and victuals and bedding. I am a good provider, a leader of my people. And as my mate, you have the protection of the entire Takako warriors to call on, if necessary.”

“So you expect me to accompany you when you return to your world?”

“Of course. Once mated, we will never part.”

“Never?”

“Never.” Again, he paused, his silver and mauve eyes never wavering from her face. “Come.”

This time, he did not close the distance between them as he initially had. Instead, he stood still, his arm outstretched towards her. He awaited her decision, in the full expectation that she would agree to become his mate.

Her long-held desire for offspring, to be chosen to produce the next generation as well as a respected explorer, bubbled up inside her until the desire to reproduce, as fast as possible, sucked all her attention like an uncharted black hole opening without preparation. To give in, to go with him into the cave, was so very tempting. He was very tempting.

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His determination was more than alluring. His outright certainty that they were meant to be together was reflected in every muscle, in every sinew of his body. That was so satisfyingly reassuring. His willingness to take her presence as a gift from whoever this Entity was and not an accidental circumstance, said a lot about his dedication and steadfastness.

He was giving her time to make up her own mind. He was not forcing her to do anything she did not want to do. His consideration, his treatment of her, was so diametrically opposite to the way those in the Damari Organisation and the DOGS ruling class, she could barely believe it possible.

But she also trusted him. Fully, instinctively, and deeper than their brief time together warranted. What he promised, a close, intimate relationship where not only the essentials were shared for mutual survival, but also the good times, and the bad. Thoughts of being cherished, of having her thoughts and her instincts listened to and acknowledged settled any trepidation she’d contemplated. Sharing her life with the male before her, alien though he was, and living the life he promised, was more than enough to sway her.

“Come,” he said once more, taking her hand and turning towards the entrance of the cave. “Our future awaits.”

With a smile that wouldn’t be dimmed, Jez willingly followed him into the cave. If all he said came true, the future that awaited them was brighter, more exciting than anything she’d ever experienced before. She’d be a fool to turn away from the hope that existence gave.

And Jez was no fool.

 

 

Learn from the Best. Be like Kristine, and write great sex.

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It’s my current greatest claim to fame that I was once told by a very senior top-five publisher that I write great sex. I was SO CHUFFED because writing great sex is hard.

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As much as I know you’re snorting with me right now. It’s true. Writing great sex is hard.

Some of us do it with the lights off, a candle burning, a glass of wine. Others do it in daylight, drinking coffee in a café or in a car, while waiting for the kids to get out of school. Some of us fight for every racy word while, for others, the words flow like your heroine’s love juice.

Writing great sexy time is essential for those of us (like me!) who write at the steamier end of the romance spectrum. Writing great sexy time is also crucial in those sweeter stories, even when you’re about to slam the door in your readers’ face. Your reader still has to be swept up in the arms of your hero and BELIEVE that your heroine is about to get it good (or vice versa, I’m equal opportunity sweeping).

So, the million-dollar question is – HOW, DAMN IT? HOW?

 

  1. Use your senses

Sex isn’t just about insert tab A into slot B.

And even if it were – there are multiple tab A’s and slot B’s to be had, and multiple positions in which tab A can be inserted into slot B. Google ‘Kama Sutra’ if you don’t believe me.

But, you don’t want to just focus on the mechanics. What does your main character hear, what does she see, what does he feel? What do they taste and touch? Diana Gabaldon (in her book ‘I Give You My Body’) talks about the Rule of Three. Focus on three of the five senses and you’re on your way to writing great sex.

 

Photo by rawpixel on Unsplash2. Get comfy with intimacy

Recently I came across the 12 Stages of Intimacy (which come from a study conducted by Desmond Morris, a behavioural scientist, on why marriages last or break). I’m certainly not the first romance writer to identify this framework as really useful for building sexual tension (Google it, there are plenty of articles out there like this one from Jenny Hansen) but if you’re not yet on board, I suggest you give them a look.

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Like teenagers in the back seat of a parent’s car, sometimes you’ll jump a stage, or combine a few. But, if you broadly follow this progression (whether fairly immediately, or stretched out over a story), you’ll do pretty well in the writing good sex stakes.

3.  Don’t be shy.

Birds do it. Bees do it. It’s even likely your parents did it at least once.

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Most of us were not a product of immaculate conception, I promise.

You need to loosen up to write great sex. And the words on the page don’t have to precisely reflect your experience.

Writing a great anal sex scene on the page – when it’s right for your characters – doesn’t scream to everyone that you’re engaging in anal sex every night.

Well, it might to some, but they’re idiots.

Writing fabulous BSDM doesn’t mean you’re a masochist (although, if you’re reading this you’re probably an author so… same same but different?!). Writing a terrific deepthroating doesn’t mean you’re Linda Lovelace.

The qualifier to that is you HAVE to do your research. Anal sex requires lube. BDSM should have a safe word. Cervixes should not be pounded (those who listen to the My Dad Wrote a Porno podcast will agree with me. That hurts). And all good contemporary sex requires the participants be safe (except in surprise baby stories, of course. There’s always an exception to every rule).

So, maybe that glass of wine tip isn’t such a bad one. Having lubrication when engaging in coitus is never a bad thing…

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4.  Explore

The last thing I want to mention here is, to write great sex, don’t be afraid to explore. Not everyone likes the same things and every one of your characters will be different.

So, they’re going to like different things. Some will like it sweet, and others will like it spicy. Some will like it in bed, and others will want to swing from the rafters. Some will slam the door in your face, while others will invite you to watch.

Don’t be afraid of any of it because, believe me, if you’re uncomfortable writing it, we’re probably going to be uncomfortable reading it…

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And Google is your friend. It’s an unending Pandora’s Box of tips, tricks and things you may never have really needed to see! But, seriously, there are plenty of legitimate sites out there that can help you with the detail of those less mainstream sexual practices, and with alternatives positioning (I mean, you could do it missionary all the time, but who wants to do that…).

So, they’re my tips for writing great sex. What are your best tips? What’s the best sex you ever read?

 

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Winner of the Inaugural Romance Writers of Australia Spicy Bites sexy short story competition, and member of the Love Sabrists, Kristine loves telling sexy tales, exploring relationships between complex women and the strong men who love them, then working out just how much pain to inflict, or not inflict, before giving her characters their HEA (or, at least, their HFN). She’s also a non-practicing lawyer who now works in human resources, and writes and reads, to escape into other worlds where coffee (and red wine) is abundant, designer shoes and handbags are cheap, chocolate has no calories and men always put the toilet seat down.

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February 2019 sees the one-year anniversary of the Love Sabre Anthology!

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Memories, strong emotions, and the need to return to the past.

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Who is Jasmine Stevens?

Jasmine Stevens is a Romance Author based in beautiful Newcastle, Australia. The natural beauty of the serene beaches of Newcastle and the tranquil countryside of The Hunter Valley, influences her when writing her Rural Fiction novels. She is an avid reader, lover of tea, Mum of two teenage children, a wife and the owner of one very spoilt Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.

Q. What sentences in writing have changed your life?

That’s easy. The quote comes from The Bronze Horseman written by the talented Paullina Simons. It said, ‘Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do you believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?’

At the time of reading this book, I was experiencing a lot of self-doubt about my writing and wanted to quit and I did quit- for two days. Then I read the above quote and I asked myself ‘What do I believe in? What did I hope for, and what did I love? The answers came easily- I believed in myself to have the determination and courage to keep trying to reach my dream of becoming an author. My hope, was to one day see my words published and my love, was writing. I love writing with a passion, and I knew I couldn’t quit. I had a go, I believed in myself and now I am proud to hold a copy of my first novel in my hand. It’s a feeling I cannot begin to describe. It’s simply amazing.

Q. What book is Belle reading in Beauty and the Beast?

I have to admit I needed to look this up. Who knew that this was a thing? Really? I got swept up in the many, many, many theories. Some say the blank blue book Belle is reading is Aladdin or Sleeping Beauty. Some say it’s a lesson not to judge a book by its cover, relating to The Beast. The theory I believe, is that Belle is reading her own story before it happens.  She sings about faraway places, daring sword fights, magic spells and a prince in disguise. What do you all think?

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Q. Which book left you feeling empty inside once you finished writing it?

It wasn’t so much a book but a short story I wrote in year 12 for my HSC. It was called The Family Portrait and was about a family of elephants who lost a calf and other family members to hunters. The story focussed on how the older calf helped his Mum through a difficult period. The story ended when the calf was grown and it was time for him to leave the herd and start his own family. I invested so much time into this story that when it was finished I felt like the story wasn’t completely done. There was so much more to tell. I wanted to know where the calf ended up. Did he make a family of his own? What adventures did he encounter along the way? I felt his story wasn’t finished.

Q. Who is the best villain you have written to date?

I don’t want to give too much away as this villain is in my second novel All of You. But let me say my villain is not a nice man and is seeking revenge on a police woman that killed his son.

 

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Q. What is the best opening sentence you have written?

The opening sentence of my debut novel is:-

A plume of dust swirled up behind Charlotte’s shiny Mongoose bike as she pedalled speedily along the loose gravel road which weaved like a maze through dense bushland.

 

 

The Book!

Jasmine Stevens Waiting For You

Book Blurb

Eighteen years ago, Charlotte Denver left the quaint country town of Holbrook after a tragic accident. Now, she’s back in town to renovate her old family home, which will feature in the magazine where she’s employed as a journalist. Making the rundown house sellable will allow Charlotte to sever all ties with her tragic past and finally move forward with her life. That is until the one person she’d spent all these years trying to forget is contracted by her magazine’s editor to help her complete the job.

Will Beckett is no longer the twelve-year-old kid who used to play practical jokes on her, tease her and make her belly laugh. Now he’s a ruggedly handsome, sweet talking, successful builder. Despite Will’s wholesome country charm and sexy smile that makes Charlotte’s heart skip a beat, she’s determined to concentrate on the job at hand and protect her heart at all costs.

Will never thought he would see his best friend again, but now she’s back, as stubborn and strong-willed as ever. Her return reminds him all over again of everything she lost because of him, and he desperately wants her forgiveness. As they reacquaint with each other, Will becomes just as determined to reunite their friendship, as he is set to win her heart.

Can Will break through Charlotte’s wall of defence or will his heart be broken again?

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Excerpt from Waiting For You

Charlotte’s senses came alive with the sights, sounds, and smells of being in the country. Memories flooded back to her in a torrent of emotions.

She could smell now, through the air conditioner vent, the unmistakable aroma of dairy farms and it made her remember Will’s father, Thomas. She had loved helping him milk the cows in the dairy and she adored those cows with their dribbling mouths and snotty noses. She had a sense of belonging back then, a feeling her life in Sydney had never given her.

It had been eighteen years since she’d left Holbrook. She had vowed never to return to the town that had robbed her of her happy and carefree lifestyle. In the days after the accident she had dreamt of the way life had been a week before, and still to this day, she would do anything to be able to go back in time.

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It’s Here! Sexy Cowboys, Attractive Lawyers and a True Romance

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After moving to the lush green wine region of Australia’s Hunter Valley, Ann has the perfect surrounding to let her imagination to run wild. She alternates her time between writing western romances and playing in her garden.

Two kinds of hero make Ann a mass of nerves. The hot cowboy with a slow sexy drawl (she used to live out in the desert and enjoyed every minute) and a man in a kilt. (Imagine Jamie Fraser) She can’t wait to visit Scotland where she can get her fill of the tartan clad hotties for, um research purposes, of course.

In the meantime, her dear husband puts up with her talking to her characters and getting lost in worlds only she can imagine as she battles to bring stories to the page for everyone to enjoy.

Q.Which book left you empty inside once you finished writing it?

Easy.

The Cowboy’s Baby Surprise, third book in the Hansen Brothers Series. I bawled my eyes out on the last chapter.

Q.What is the best opening sentence you have written?

Tyson Watson took another sip of his whisky, immune to the fire burning down his throat. After the first two glasses the numbness had set in and he could have just as easily been sculling water for all the good the liquor was doing for him. He stared at the bottle, somehow blaming it for the foul mood he was in and then tried to focus on what he was doing.

Wife wanted, no frills or fancy ideas. Must be willing to live in the country, help on the ranch and not be afraid of commitment.

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Excerpt from – Cowboy to the Rescue.

Sadie ran to the next room, grabbed her handbag, and opened the front door for Jethro. He hustled past her and nodded to the truck at the curb. “Door’s unlocked. Open it for me, please, and then get in the back.”

“You want me to come too?” Her face paled. “Shouldn’t someone stay here in case Tyson calls back or a client comes by?”

“Sadie, I need you with me.” Layla gripped her hand and dragged her along. “Don’t you dare leave me now!”

“But, I… surely I should be doing something in the office. Schedule meetings or something.”

“Please, Sadie, send him a text message.” Jethro slid Layla into the front seat and reached for the seat belt, locking it in place around her. “I need help with this one. I owe her, you know, and I’d feel better if there was a friendly face with me.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“No, but she does, and from what I’ve seen, she trusts you more than anyone. Pretty sure a woman needs someone she trusts at a time like this.”

A roar of frustration came from Layla perched in the truck. “You two together, with me—now!”

“Get in. We can argue how much we know each other later.”

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Sweet and Steamy. Just the way we like it!

UNEXPECTED (MARKED FOR LOVE #1)

It is a sweet and steamy MFM ménage romance set in New York.

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New Year and a recap of our Awesome Guests!

Awesome Bookbabers!

Welcome to 2019 and a post celebrating our most recent awesome, author interviews.

Love and blessings from

Melanie and Michelle.

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Joanne Dannon

Why do you write romance?

Because I love it J

Available in the Romancing the Holidays 3 set and also on its own. But best to buy the Romancing the Holidays set, which features 10 wonderful romances for only 99c. Don’t forget, Kindle Unlimited readers can read for free – hooray!

 

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Nicole Flockton

USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romances, seducing you one kiss at a time as you turn the pages. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight to find their true love.
Apart from writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, and two fabulous kids. She also enjoys watching sports and, of course, reading.

In my latest release “Christmas in Ghost Gum Springs” Diana, is a fish out of water looking for a new adventure. She’s travelled from small town Montana USA, where her Christmases stopped being Christmas when she turned thirteen, to hot sunny Australia. Getting stranded in the middle of nowhere when her car breaks down isn’t in her holiday plan.

Connor is a lover of all things Christmas, like ridiculously so, and rescues Diana, bringing her to the one place she doesn’t want to be—a small town. He is determined to show her that Christmas is a special time and no one should spend the day alone.

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M.J. Patrick

Where did the idea for your book come from?
This time the story is personal. I never imagined that I’d become ‘the black sheep.’ My mother will not leave me a forwarding address when she moves. She’s broke off I went in search of reasons as to how parents can turn their backs on their children. I also wanted to share that one can leave a cult, leave teachings that were drummed into their heads as little children and come out okay on the other side.
  • Where to buy your book: Veiled Horizons isn’t out yet. I’ll wait for six months or so to see if an agent is interested. If not, I’ll publish it myself July 2019.

 

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Leanne Lovegrove

 

Which writers influence/inspire me?

Kate Morton. She’s my absolute favourite author and I’m just in awe at how she tells her stories. I also love Hannah Richell and those are the authors I will turn to when I need to get lost in a book or to be inspired by great writing.

However, on a more local level, as a member of the RWA, I am truly inspired by all the writers I’ve met through that association and the support and guidance they’ve offered to me.

Where can we find you!?

Where to find me on my website: leannelovegroveauthor.com
Facebook – Leanne Lovegrove – Author
Instagram – leannelovegroveauthor

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What is the underlying theme of your book, if any?

The Woman in the Green Dress tells the story of a quest … the search for the first opal found in Australia but also of personal quests for happiness and belonging.

Where to buy your book:

The Woman in the Green Dress releases on December 17th 2018 in print, audio and e-book. Print will be available in Big W, Target, Kmart and most independent bookshops or on line.

 

LINKS:

Harper Collinshttps://bit.ly/2pegfN3

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2xnyQd6

iBooks: https://apple.co/2xh18GV

Booktopia: https://bit.ly/2MDFL7D

Kobo: https://bit.ly/2xjsNHe

 

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