Happy Birthday to Ella Jade! Instead of all the presents going to Ms. Jade, she’s decided to celebrate with 107 other bloggers (at last count) and all the presents are for you, the readers! For a full list of participants click here There are prizes galore so be sure to visit everyone and enter to win! And as a grand prize…a winner’s choice $100 gift card for either Amazon or Barnes & Noble! As to my little blog, I will offer a copy of It’s Just Love, my Beachwalk Press recent release. See below for how to win. It all starts Friday, August 9th and runs through the 11th.
All this talk of birthdays has me thinking of significant ages. I’m older than Ella so I have more birthdays to look back on. I dreaded 40 and that was the year I discovered the true purpose of the Internet. I met my husband online less than a year after that…and developed a Canasta addiction that gave me many hours of pleasure and new friends I still hang out with. I met DeeDee my original Canasta partner just this year at a writer’s conference in Cincinnati.
Which leads me to the next significant age…50. Yep, done that one, too. With 40 being such a winner (not whiner! I stopped whining right after the birthday) I was actually excited to see what 50 would bring and it was the year I got published for the very first time. Grandma Moses, I know, but I was still young enough to hop up with my cane and click my granny shoes together. But…it makes me think. Sixty is pretty far off still, but I’m not afraid of it. I am ready to see what it brings.
So, Miss Ella Jade, Happy Birthday, a significant one and one I hope will be the best you’ve had, so far!
Share a happy birthday memory and I’ll randomly select one winner for a copy of It’s Just Love. Good luck with all the many stops and prize drawings…and be sure to with Ella a happy birthday. After all, she’s the founder of the feast.
Coral Nixie is living her dreams. Her cottage is blocks from her beloved beach and a haven for those seeking answers for their relationship problems.. And so what if her own love life is non-existent. Helping others and surfing should be enough for anyone, even a virgin, slightly lonely witch.
Gage Middleton is a successful author and relationship counsellor. His “Factors” can indicate the success of any relationship, and he’s about to propose to his own perfect match. Until Ms. Perfect dumps him and he has to go on TV and defend his theories against a ridiculous hippy witch with the most beautiful eyes.
On a dare from the host, the two set out to follow another couple on their first three dates. They have nothing in common…and neither do the man and woman they follow. And they hadn’t counted on their own attraction. Can they let go of their own stubborn beliefs and accept there’s nothing to prove. It’s Just Love.
For the past five days, I offered Dungeon Time free, and the response was tremendous. As a thank you, I will give away a kindle on the 4th of July, just visit my author page (liking it would be cool, too, and answer the question! Rafflecopter is in charge, since this is a pretty cool prize and I want to be fair!
Here is a sample from Dungeon Time: Edward closed the door with a soft click and approached, Nikes squeaking on the wide oak boards. “I like my comforts.” He stood just behind her, his breath soft on her cheek. “Did you want to take a swim in the pool? The water is warm.”
She shivered, something about the way he said “warm,” implying so much more. “I don’t have a suit with me.”
“Perhaps another time.” He rested his hands on the sill, on either side of her, smooth muscled forearms with a light sprinkling of dark hairs drawing her complete attention, but then he pushed away and left her there, alone with the moonlight glinting off the dark ocean and the swimming pool. “I’ll call for pizza. Pepperoni okay?”
“Yes, fine.” What if he had suggested she swim without a suit? Would she have done it? Not usually, but on the day of her independence, with so many other extraordinary things happening, maybe.
While he ordered their dinner, Ana focused on the pool, imagining him in there, stroking back and forth with the moon shining on his skin, lighting his hair. Muscles low in her belly tightened and her panties dampened.
“Wine?” He reappeared at her side and handed her a heavy goblet. “I hope you like cabernet.”
Her cheeks heated “I’m surprised you trust me with it, after my behavior earlier.”
Edward rested a hand on her waist and turned her away from the window. “Oh, yes. Not a good policy, getting tipsy during the work day.” He took her arm and led her to one of the deep sofas, against the side wall. “You were a bad girl.”
Reckless with freedom, she giggled. “Yes, I was. Someone should take me in hand before I run completely amok.”
“I think I’d like to see what you’re like, running amok.” Drawing her down at his side in the deep cushions, Edward took the glass from her hand and set it on a side table.
“Wait, I didn’t have any yet.”
“Before you do, I want to taste you. Then you may have your wine back.”
She tipped her head back and licked her lips. Taste me? Edward smoothed her hair from her face and cupped her chin. He held her gaze, his eyes alight with a gleam that sent a thrill of fright and arousal right to her core. I am so out of my depth with this man. Coherence fled when his lips descended on hers. No softness, no giving, only taking. His tongue parted her lips and plundered her mouth, circling, dancing, and retreating, stroking against her own; rough velvet that left no part of her sane.