Tuesday, March 31, 2015

#TeaserTuesday ~ Sebastian's Lady Spy by Sharon Cullen

Hi, everyone! I'm really excited to welcome my friend, Sharon Cullen, to the blog today ~ because it's Sharon's book release day! Her new historical, Sebastian's Lady Spy, is available today and Sharon's here to give us a peek inside this oh-so-lovely cover. Here we go!

About the Book: 

Seduction abounds in Sharon Cullen’s steamy historical romance! For the Crown’s top agents, love is a hazard best avoided—until an unforgettable affair exposes their undercover hearts.

Sebastian Addison has a powerful secret. To society he is the Earl of Claybrook, the patriarch who raised his siblings after the death of their parents. But to the king, Sebastian is Britain’s top spy—a position that has taken an emotional toll on him. Contessa Gabrielle Marciano has also been living a lie, her title a cover devised by the Office of Intelligence. The femme fatale was plucked from a life of crime and prostitution and trained to restrain her passionate nature. Until she meets the earl.

For three deeply sensual days and nights, Sebastian and Gabrielle drop their masks, indulging in pleasures that seem too good to be true. Then the lovers go their separate ways. Seven months later they reunite when inside sources report that an English aristocrat has been aiding France in a plot to topple the Crown. Their objective: to find the turncoat. Their greatest challenge: to keep their wild, wounded hearts from derailing a mission of life and death.

Praise for Sebastian’s Lady Spy

“Sharon Cullen spins a fast-paced tale full of sizzling attraction and high stakes that will keep the reader turning pages.”—Ashlyn Macnamara, author of What a Lady Requires

“Engaging characters and an intriguing plot make Sebastian’s Lady Spy a must read!" ---Lynne Connolly, author of Temptation has Green Eyes


He reached for the door, but Gabrielle put a restraining hand on his arm, causing him to pause. “Sebastian.”
His head jerked up at his whispered name. Out of the shadows, Gabrielle emerged to press her lips against his. If he’d been prepared, he would not have kissed her back, but the unexpected touch had his head reeling and his heart pumping with remembered kisses.

She was everything he’d tried to forget, everything he remembered in the deep of night when sleep eluded him. Her kiss enflamed him deeper than any flame that consumed a forest. His body responded to hers as it always had. And, much to his regret, as it always would.
He groaned, the sound more capitulation than anything else, and crushed her against him. Her hands cupped his cheeks and they singed him. Through the many layers of clothing, he could feel her touch, and it burned him all the way through. His kiss was brutal, demanding, and she responded as she always responded to him, with her own strength and demands. She was his equal in every way. In more ways than he ever imagined. And he wanted her. He didn’t care that they were sitting in a carriage outside of his townhouse, that his tiger, a boy too young to be witnessing such a kiss, was just outside the door waiting for him to alight. He didn’t care about anything other than the woman in his arms, and that was the way it had always been.
She made him forget.
With that thought, he pulled away so abruptly that he had to catch her before she fell forward. But instead of seeing anger or disappointment on her face, he observed a brief glimpse of contemplation before she slipped back into the shadows of the carriage.
“Yes,” she murmured. “An aberration.”

All About Sharon: 

Sharon Cullen is the author of The Notorious Lady Anne, Loving the Earl and Pleasing the Pirate. She’s also published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance and contemporary romance.

Her other job descriptions include chauffer, laundress, cook and mediator to her three very busy kids, her husband and two dogs. She lives in southwest Ohio with her brood although her dream is to someday retire to St. Maarten and live on the beach. 

If you’d like to find out more about Sharon and her books, you can visit her website. She’s addicted to social networking so you can find her on Facebook and Twitter. Friend her! Like her! Follow her! She’d love to hang out with you and talk about her passion—books.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

#3OnThursday ~ All About Spring

The calendar flipped over the spring last week (yay!), but it doesn't really look like spring here...yet. It's still barely above freezing most days, the lake is still frozen over in places and the wind is...brisk. But the sun is coming up earlier and earlier and there are moments in each afternoon when it is so bright and that I spring is coming. And then summer.

I took this picture last spring, on a walk with some good friends at a nature preserve near our house. We saw daffodils and a lot of tulips and whatever kind of tree is in this picture.

Today none of the flowers are blooming, but there is a warmish breeze blowing and there is the promise of spring...so today my 3 on Thursday post is all about spring. Here we go, my three favorite things about spring.

3. The nights are still chilly. I know, I just lamented about cold temperatures and winter. I'm over the super-cold, below-zero temps, I swear. But I do like a little bit to the air. For me that bite has a smell, it's sharp like the perfect cheddar. I smell it in the fall, too, before the first snows fall, but in spring it is just a bit sharper.

2. The feel of warm sunlight through the windows. There are moments when I just stand in the sunlight and bask, along with Hazel the Pup and Angel the Dog. Its the promise that things are changing and will continue to change, a reminder that I'm not always in control and that it okay.

1. The color. I'm not sure about where you live, but here in the winter it is very stark - grey when there is no snow on the ground and brilliantly white when there is. When we drive along the lakeshore there is a vast tundra of white and grey jumbled together and its pretty. But once spring comes, the grass turns green, the tulips bloom and it seems as if all of that starkness softens into every color you could imagine.

What do you love about spring? And what does spring look like where you live?

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

#WriterWednesday: Olivia Logan

Hiya, everyone! I'm excited to welcome Olivia Logan to my blog today! Olivia's my latest victim friend to take on the challenge of What I Wrote Wednesday...in which she shares a quick snippet from her current WIP and then shares an excerpt from her current release (which has a verra dreamy tycoon on the cover...go ahead, scroll and drool, we'll wait.) Oh, welcome back! So, let's get going!

Excerpt from Olivia's current WIP:  The Sheikh’s Match
The dry desert heat of his ancestors’ lands stung his nostrils and he nodded at the silent figures on the other side of the car’s open door. It wasn’t their fault his father was who he was. They had had their orders, they just weren’t his.
Malik’s footsteps echoed through the red stoned courtyard, dust threatening to rise and settle on the pristine designer shoes at his movements before falling back to the ground, the stone slowly giving way to the thick green foliage and dried roots of a garden. A garden that seemed to house a very distinct female voice.
Wild plants greeted him, the stylized boarders overflowing with unkempt greenery free to grow for years without order and in the middle, the female owner of the voice in a pair of beige trousers with dirty shoes and a white t-shirt, a pale blue scarf not keeping the black hair in any style or order. A woman whose hands where pointing in all directions around the gardens and whose voice was issuing orders to his men who had frozen at the sight of him and were now bowing low. Despite her small stature among his men, she now stood tall among the bent heads, their actions around her making her pause and turn too.
Large blue eyes widened in a small heart shaped face, reddened lips opening in a small ‘O’ making the smattering of freckles more pronounced on the pale skin. Skin he guessed didn’t have much in the way of sun cream judging from the redness highlighting the tip of the button nose.
Any further surprise on her part was hidden well and he watched as the full lips closed quickly. Why had he noticed them? Nothing like that would ever matter he reminded himself sharply. When the time came it would be duty, not attraction that would matter.

Oooooh...I'm intrigued, aren't you guys? Okay, Olivia, give us a sneak peek into your newest book!

The Tycoon's Wager 
To boost ratings and save her radio show, agony aunt CJ Stratt has no choice but to agree to a publicity proposition from London’s renowned playboy Jack Harper. They’ll go on eight dates, which she’ll tweet about to prove he’s not the unreliable wastrel he’s been painted as in the press.

Jack’s desperate to squelch his irresponsible image to insure that the business deal that could make or break his career goes smoothly. He’s willing to do anything, including dating this quirky DJ with pastel-colored hair and a sassy mouth.

Jack knows seduction, but he has no idea how to love. Love is CJ’s business, yet she has never been seduced.

Somehow, this business just got personal …

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Clearing her throat, CJ pushed her glasses further up her nose, swiveling around to face her guest. “So, Mr. Harper ...”
“Jack, and you, I take it from your show’s introduction, are CJ. Short for ...?”
Short for none of your business, but she pasted a saccharine smile on her face. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Jack, and it’s just CJ. So are you telling us, London that is, that Ms. Shoes was wrong and you are a loving, devoted guy after all?”
Ha! That got him. She smiled victoriously, pleased to see his mouth open then shut firmly again. “And just so I’m not accused of missing some facts, how long did you and Ms. Shoes date?”
“One month.” This time the smooth drawl belied his tightening jaw.
“So let’s say four weeks in a month, average that to about one date a week ... that is a reasonable enough time to get to know someone.”
Her heart skipped in her chest as his eyes, a deep navy she could see now, narrowed.
“In this busy, modern world of dating, I believe that is the only time people have available. In addition to which, Ms. Stratt, in that one sentence, you have solved the dilemma for anyone wondering if they should get married or not.”
“And by that you mean?”
“If they don’t know them after four dates, they never will.”
“I never meant that,” she replied. Grrr. If she could, she’d give her whole monthly paycheck to wipe that smirk off his face!
“So what did you mean? Just for the clarification of your listeners,” he prodded, moving forward. The rough softness of his trousers grazed the bare skin of her knee through the ripped denim, sending sparks of electricity shooting through her, and she pushed the creaking chair back, its soft clunk against the desk mobilising her thoughts out of the physical and into action.
She knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to discredit her on air. She could feel the blood thunder through her body at the victorious look on his patrician features.
“People can fall in love after four dates as well as they can after forty,” she began, hurrying on quickly at his raised sandy blond eyebrow. “Depending on the individuals involved. Don’t you agree?”
“No.” She pressed her lips together tightly at his laconic answer. “However, let’s run with your idea of knowing true love after four dates. What then is your professional opinion of passing judgement on an individual based on a 140-character tweet from a third party and, in your own words, based on roughly an average of one date per week for a total of one month, each date lasting only a few hours?”
Grrr! Darn him and his quick comeback. She was going to have to be quicker than she thought with this one.

All About Olivia: 
Olivia Logan lives in the ever sunny UK where if she’s not writing her latest romance, she’s planning the next one.

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