Monday, 18 August 2014

Famous Five Plus: TAKE A BOOK TO THE BEACH

Famous Five Plus: TAKE A BOOK TO THE BEACH: If you’re packing for your holidays don’t forget to include your summer reading. There’s a great selection to choose from on the Famou...

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Extract The Captain and The Countess


 


 


 


Rosemary Morris’s most recent novel The Captain and the Countess has received 5* reviews and is available as an e-book for 77p from www.amazon.co.uk and for $0.99 from https://museituppublishing.com until midnight on the 17th August.

 


Exract fromThe Captain and The Countess


 


London 1706


 

Edward, the Right Honourable Captain Howard, dressed in blue and white, which some of the officers in Queen Anne’s navy favoured, strode into Mrs Radcliffe’s spacious house near St James Park. 

Perkins, his godmother’s butler, took his hat and cloak. “Madam wants you to join her immediately.”

Instead of going upstairs to the rooms his godmother had provided for him during his spell on half pay—the result of a dispute with a senior officer—Edward entered the salon. He sighed. When would his sixty-one year old godmother accept that at the age of twenty-two he was not yet ready to wed?

He made his way across the elegant, many windowed room through a crowd of expensively garbed callers.

When Frances Radcliffe noticed him, she turned to the pretty young lady seated beside her. “Mistress Martyn, allow me to introduce you to my godson, Captain Howard.”  

Blushes stained Mistress Martyn’s cheeks as she stood to make her curtsey.

 Edward bowed, indifferent to yet another of his grandmother’s protégées. Conversation ceased. All eyes focussed on the threshold. 

“Lady Sinclair,” someone murmured.

Edward turned. He gazed without blinking at the acclaimed beauty, whose sobriquet was ‘The Fatal Widow’. 

The countess remained in the doorway, her cool blue eyes speculative.

Edward whistled low. Could her shocking reputation be no more than tittle-tattle? His artist’s eyes observed her. Rumour did not lie about her Saxon beauty.

 Her ladyship was not a slave to fashion. She did not wear a wig, and her hair was not curled and stiffened with sugar water. Instead, her flaxen plaits were wound around the crown of her head to form a coronet. The style suited her. So did the latest Paris fashion, an outrageous wisp of a lace cap, which replaced the tall, fan-shaped fontage most ladies continued to wear perched on their heads. 

Did the countess have the devil-may-care attitude gossips attributed to her?  If she did, it explained why some respectable members of society shunned her. Indeed, if Lady Sinclair were not the granddaughter of his godmother’s deceased friend, she might not be received in this house.

The lady’s fair charms did not entirely explain what drew many gallants to her side. After all, there were several younger beauties present that the gentlemen did not flock around so avidly.

He advanced toward the countess, conscious of the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor, the muted noise of coaches and drays through the closed windows and, from the fireplace, the crackle of burning logs which relieved the chill of early spring.

The buzz of conversation resumed. Her ladyship scrutinised him. Did she approve of his appearance? A smile curved her heart-shaped mouth. He repressed his amusement. Edward suspected the widow’s rosy lips owed more to artifice than nature.

“How do you do, sir,” she said when he stood before her. “I think we have not met previously. Her eyes assessed him dispassionately. My name is Sinclair, Katherine Sinclair. I dislike formality. You may call me Kate.”

“Captain Howard at your service, Countess.” Shocked but amused by boldness more suited to a tavern wench than a great lady, Edward paid homage with a low bow before he spoke again. “Despite your permission, I am not presumptuous enough to call you Kate, yet I shall say that had we already met, I would remember you.”

“You are gallant, sir, but you are young to have achieved so high a rank in Her Majesty’s navy.”

“An unexpected promotion earned in battle which the navy did not subsequently commute.”

“You are to be congratulated on what, I can only assume, were acts of bravery.”

“Thank you, Countess.”

The depths of her ladyship’s sapphire cross and earrings blazed, matching his sudden fierce desire.

Kate, some four inches shorter than Edward, looked up at him.

He leaned forward. The customary greeting of a kiss on her lips lingered longer than etiquette dictated. Her eyes widened before she permitted him to lead her across the room to the sopha on which his godmother sat with Mistress Martyn.

With a hint of amusement in her eyes, Kate regarded Mrs Radcliffe. “My apologies, madam, I suspect my visit is untimely.”

Her melodious voice sent shivers up and down his spine, nevertheless, Edward laughed. Had the countess guessed his godmother, who enjoyed match-making, wanted him to marry Mistress Martyn? No, he was being too fanciful. How could she have guessed?

“You are most welcome, Lady Sinclair.  Please take a seat and partake of a glass of cherry ratafia.” Frances said.

 “Perhaps, milady prefers red viana,” Edward suggested

“Captain, you read my mind, sweet wine is not to my taste.”

In response to the lady’s provocative smile, heat seared his cheeks.

Kate smoothed the gleaming folds of her turquoise blue silk gown. The lady knew how to dress to make the utmost of her natural beauty. Her gown and petticoat, not to mention sleeves and under-sleeves, as well as her bodice and stays, relied for effect on simple design and fine fabrics. He approved of her ensemble, the elegance of which did not depend on either a riot of colours or a multitude of bows and other trimmings. Later, he would sketch her from memory.

Kate inclined her head to his godmother. “Will you not warn your godson I am unsound, wild, and a bad influence on the young?”

Edward gazed into Kate’s eyes.  Before his demise, had her husband banished her to a manor deep in the country? If it was true, why did he do so?

Kate’s eyebrows slanted down at the inner corners. She stared back at him.  He laughed, raised her hands to his lips and kissed each in turn. “I look forward to furthering my acquaintance with you.”

“High-handed.” Kate gurgled with laughter. “Captain, please release me.”

     What did he care if she were some ten years his elder? He wanted to get to know her better. Edward bowed. “Your slightest wish is my command.”

…. A frozen glimpse of despair deep in her eyes unsettled Edward. Did he imagine it? He could not speak. Why should a lady like the countess despair? 

 

 

Thursday, 7 August 2014

Monday, 4 August 2014

Out Now! The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem


"If you enjoyed The Glass Knot, you'll LOVE The Silk Tie!"



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Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.

But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.

But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?


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The Silk Tie is related to The Glass Knot by its menage a trois theme only. It doesn't matter if you only read one or the other, but if you fancy getting your hands on The Glass Knot here are the details.


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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 


Wednesday, 30 July 2014

The Novice is FREE!


That's right! The first novel in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy by Harlem Dae is FREE! Go grab yourself a copy of this London based BDSM story from AmazonAmazon UK, settle down and read, and when you need more, there's so much more! Check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set that continues Zara and Vincent's wild journey PLUS contains three sexy spin-off stories about secondary characters.



Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Scottish Vampire Myth by Karen Michelle Nutt @KMNbooks #giveaway @RebeccaJVickery

The Myth

The Baobhan Sith, (pronounced baa’-van shee), are Scottish blood-sucking female fairies betrayed in Scottish mythology. She’s usually a beautiful seductress and like the faeries, the Baobhan Sith uses her feminine allure to entice night travelers to follow her to a secluded area so not to be disturbed. She has very sharp talons to puncture the neck so she can suck the blood from her victims, but there are other tales where she’s able to suck the soul or life force from the men she attacks. There is another myth where the Baobhan Sith can steal the sexual potency from her victims.

Like the vampire legends of old, the Baobahn Sith can’t tolerate the sun.
In my story, Soul Taker, I have taken creative license with the Boabhan Sith (Scottish vampire) myth incorporating my own twist to the story.

My character, Garran MacLaurin is a Grim Sith in my tale. His transformation took place following the battle of Culloden where his cousin Alexander betrayed him and his men by leading them into an ambush. Fallon, his maker, was the first Baobhan Sith to create what is now called the Grim Sith sept, the male species of this vampire clan.

Excerpt from SOUL TAKER of Garran’s transformation:

The demon then dragged him back by his arms, not caring how the rocks and bramble sliced through his skin on the way. The minion threw him at the she-devil's feet.
She grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look up at her as she bared his throat. With her fingernail, she caressed his exposed flesh.
"What are ye?" Garran rasped out, but for the moment, she ignored his question.
"Ye are a strong one, my pet. Ye are afraid. I can smell it, but I know ye will fight me to yer last breath. I like that. It excites me." She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure, a sound Garran only heard when coupling. Yet this woman could conjure ecstasy from a scent. Her eyes snapped open and her light soulless eyes stared at him. "Ye want to know what I am? I am a Bobhan Sith or as some humans call us, Vampyre."
His eyes widen in disbelief. He knew of the legends and the warnings his father gave him. "Nay." He shook his head. "It is no' possible. The Bobhan Sith is a monster for stories to scare the young lads from wanderin' too far from the keep."
Her wicked laughter made his skin crawl. "So, ye have heard of my kind?"
"I will no' submit to ye."
"Oh, but the beauty of it is, ye will." Her hand held him still, her strength that of ten warriors. She took his throat, piercing through the flesh. He beat at her, trying to pry her loose, but it was as if she were made of steel. He could feel his life ebbing away. Pain and a sick feeling of euphoria overpowered him as he listened to her slurp. His hand fell away, paralyzed. He was dying and with death, she would bring him back as a monster like her. He prayed she would drain him dry, so his soul would be released.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the sound of gulping. Would it never end? Then, he realized in horror it was he who drank greedily.

About the Book Soul Taker:

No soul is safe…

A vampire from the Grim Sith sept is sucking the souls out of young women from the Boston area, but this sinister crime is far worse than a vampire seeking substance. He’s selling the souls to the highest bidder and it seems business is booming.

A vampire, a werewolf, and a Necromancer are a most unlikely team, but Garran, Harrison, and Isabella plan on putting a kink in the dubbed Soul Taker’s plans. It’s personal now. One of their friends has fallen victim to the Soul Taker’s charms, but to stop him from hurting anyone else, their efforts may involve raising the dead.

About the Author:
Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.
When she’s not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover”. You can also check out her published cover art designs at Western Trail Blazer and Rebecca J. Vickery Publishing.
Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.


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Friday, 11 July 2014

Could the daughters of Downton Abbey cope?

Imagine the daughters of Downton Abbey losing their home, their parents, their wealth, their status, their friends.
This is what happens to the characters in my historical novel, Kitty McKenzie.
Kitty has lost everything, and as the eldest daughter, she has to now provide and care for her younger siblings, a task she has no experience or knowledge of how to do. From a life of privilege she is faced with all kinds of adversities to overcome.
How will she manage to cope with these new challenges when the only decisions she used to make was what dress she needed to wear and what book to read after dinner?
How was she to create a home for them all, and an income?
She never realised that buried deep inside her was an inner strength that would come to the fore and allow her to manage, even prosper, in an alien world of the working class.

Could Mary or Edith from Downton Abbey have coped so well? I'd like to think they would.