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.

Author Bio

 

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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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.

 

 

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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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Sensational Awesome Authors, Support one another!

The ‘Bindarra Creek Short and Sweet Anthology’ is a series of nine related stories within the world of Bindarra Creek, a best-selling rural series by thirteen Australian authors.

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A must read! Our first writers challenge winner.

Kayla stood poised on the rim of the Luna crater, scanning the bowl for anomalies.

The unfamiliar craft was almost hidden in the shadow under the ramparts. From the buckling on the stubby wing tip it must have been a rough landing.

Without hesitation she scrambled down the escarpment and headed for the ship. The long bounds felt painfully slow as she crossed the fine powdery surface. Her 190cm height and muscular build was an advantage here at least.

It was unlike any ship she’d seen. The surface glowed with a metallic green sheen and clouded glass bubbled in a semi-circle around the blunt nose. Three of the stubby wings extended at an angle halfway down the short cylindrical body. The damaged one had dragged against the stony ground near the rim of the crater.

Instinctively, she placed her hand on the oval pad forward of the wings. A woosh of sound heralded the opening of a panel easily large enough for someone her size. Kayla hesitated only a split second before fitting herself into the shallow compartment. Darkness enveloped her along with the hiss of air.

She barely had time to wonder if her impulsive action had been ill-considered when the inner door opened. She tumbled into a narrow corridor lined with cabinets. An airlock at the far end was only a step away and Kayla used another panel to trigger the opening.

Blinking at the brightness of what must be the pilot’s cockpit, Kayla stepped forward. It was hard to see detail, even with the sun visor on her helmet retracted.

“May we be meeting?”

The deep husky tone startled her and she spun around, knocking against one of the consoles. A large gloved hand steadied her.

“Do not alarm.”

He was beautiful. Her heart clashed against her ribs. And not human. So large he made her feel small, even in the bulky suit. He was humanoid, whatever that meant. Two arms, two legs. Beautifully muscled as befitted his large size. One head. Smooth and hairless with a central ridge of bone that extended from his nose over his forehead and splayed into three over the large skull.

He wore a close-fitting suit in a metallic green reminiscent of the coating on the ship’s hull but above that, his skin had a similar tint with an undertone of yellow. His eyes captured hers and she stared at them, hardly believing the vivid swirl of blue and green, again with that hint of yellow.

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His deep rumble reverberated through her. “You are good?”

Kayla gasped as she registered his words. “You speak English?”

His wide mouth curved up. “Not so good. You have many transmissions.”

“That’s how you learned? Listening to our radio transmissions?”

The was an infinitesimal movement of his broad shoulders. “Some.”

“Where are you from?”

Again that wry lift at the corners of his mouth. “It is far.”

Kayla pulled off her helmet and glanced around at the cockpit, noting the two seats. “You have a co-pilot?”

“She is gone.”

“Gone?”

His forehead drew together, wrinkling against the shallow ridge of bone. “I think…passed.”

“Passed away? You mean dead?”

A slow nod. “I think…yes.”

A female. Something tightened in her chest. “She was special to you?”

“I don’t think…”

Kayla searched for words. “Partner? Lover?”

Again that slow nod. “Love. Yes, I know that word. No, not love. So…partner?”

The tightness eased. How odd. He was a stranger. An ALIEN. “How long have you been alone?”

“Many cycles.” He gestured at the sky through the window bubbles. “It is far.”

There was an element of pain in those words that made her wonder. “Will you go home now?”

“Home. I cannot go home.” His liquid eyes flared with something dark. “I stay here perhaps?”

Kayla thought of the team back at the base. It was an international team. But an alien might stretch the friendship. “Is your ship repairable?”

“Perhaps.” The resigned expression on his face suggested otherwise. He touched the symbol on her sleeve. “And I am not to be welcome.”

“You come in peace?”

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He glanced down his body. “In one piece. I think.”

Kayla dragged her gaze away from the snug fitting fabric outlining his magnificent body. “I mean…you don’t wish to harm us?”

His large hands spread to indicate the interior of the ship. “With what? Is nothing to harm.”

“And you don’t have anywhere else to go?”

He shook his head, his jaw tight.

“Perhaps you should come back to the base. We need to report what’s happened.” It hit her somewhere deep in her gut. He would be wanted down on earth. First Contact. Often talked about, but this was it. Not some invading alien race, but a single man in trouble. Vulnerable.

“You have many partner, lover at this base?”

“No one special. Work colleagues.” She tapped the symbol on her sleeve. “Scientists.”

“You also are alone?” His voice seemed deeper somehow, the eyes swirling gold.

Breath stalled in her throat. “Yes.” It was true. Men found her size intimidating. They might respect her work as a geologist, but they didn’t ask her out. She’d made friends in the team here in the last eight months, but no-one special. Ever.

He stepped closer. “We are alone together.”

For a moment she wondered if it was his language skills at fault. The warmth in those strange eyes told her otherwise. He found her attractive. An odd flutter began deep in her gut. She pointed at her badge. “I am…my name is Kayla.”

“Iya, Kayla. I am Gorish.” His large hand thumped the odd shaped symbol on his chest.

“Gorish.”

“You, me. Lovers?”

That flutter deepened to a heavy pulse low in her body. It was definitely appealing. “Perhaps friends first.”

“Friends. I like.”

“I think I would like it too.”

His thin lips curved up in a smile. “We are good?”

Warmth flooded her body, her heart thumping steadily and a little fast. “Yes. We are good.

“Those amazing eyes glowed “Together.”

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Spies, romance, and the oppertunity to chat with a hottie; What more could a reader ask for?

In today’s Chatting with Authors, Elizabeth Ellen Carter has invited us over to meet and chat with the hero of her new best seller – Live and let spy!

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