Sunday, 29 December 2013

The Perfect Kiss

The Perfect kiss for me has to be the first kiss. The very first time your lips meet. Its a testing time, a tasting time. If the taste is wrong, the kiss too wet, too sloppy, too eager then the romance dies. But if the kiss is perfect - it doesn't have to be slow and sensual, it can be desperate and hungry, but it has to be perfect, then the romance is allowed to blossom and grow.






Excerpt


“How about a good luck kiss for a brave soul?”
She held still so long that he wondered if she was going to make him look foolish. He could feel his smile waver as he held his breath and waited for her to make a move. If she would only dip her head and place her lips on his cheek, it would be a huge step forward and would save him a ribbing from the boys.
Lydia raised a hand and brushed a stray hair back from her face, and then brought the same hand down to rest on his cheek, bringing her other hand up to cradle his face. Christ, he had no idea she was actually going to touch him. Her cool fingers delicately rested on his face, and his pulse shot through the roof. His heart hammered in his chest as she took her own sweet time while she decided whether to kiss him or not. He’d thought it would be amusing to corner her, but it appeared she’d turned the tables on him now. She’d wiped the smile off his face as she studied his lips like it was a life or death situation. She stared at his mouth for so long that he shifted uncomfortably and moved in closer so that she didn’t have far to go.
It was just a kiss. A brief, innocent kiss.
For one split second he imagined a light of devilment glinted in her eyes as she touched her tongue to her bottom lip and almost made him beg.
Rosie clapped and Aaron stood quiet and serious as Lydia leaned toward him. Sam slowly closed his eyes, almost shuddering as her soft lips met his harder ones with a gentle pressure that she held for a moment, and that devil he suspected was inside her obviously became too much of a temptation.
Her lips parted and her cool, sweet tongue swept lightly across his closed lips.

His eyes shot open, and before she could draw in a breath, he snatched her off the fence and into his arms. His mouth, hot and hungry, captured hers as he allowed himself to indulge in a deep sensuous kiss, sweeping his own tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Slowly he pulled back before she had the opportunity to withdraw. Her eyes were still wide open, her breath shallow and quick, and he smiled as he let her body slide back down his until her feet touched the floor.

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Tuesday, 24 December 2013

A Peaceful Christmas Where Dreams Can Come True





















This time last year it was my dream to write a book and have it published.  Loving Lydia, Book 1 of my Atlantic Divide Series was almost ready to send out to publishers. I was at the stage most authors will understand - I have a book, it means so much to me - how can I let someone see it, criticize it?

Well, I did send it, it was criticized and I survived. And thanks to Liquid Silver Books, my fourth book, Flight of Her Life, was published on 25th November 2013. 

See - dreams really can come true.

I hope you all have a truly peaceful Christmas and all your dreams come true - and if they don't, give 'em a bit of nudge, you never know ...

Tell me your dream for a chance to win a copy of Flight of Her Life - leave a comment below.



For all the books go to : http://www.dianesaxon.com/buythebooks.html 



Flight of Her Life

Blurb
Traveling from New York City to Houston to meet her future in-laws and announce her engagement, accident prone Bailey finds herself in a situation beyond her control. All flights are cancelled the night before Christmas Eve, leaving Bailey stranded at the airport with a cowboy from her past.
Against all odds, Sebastian manages to rescue Bailey from one disaster after another, but is it too late to rescue her from her future? Faced with a heartrending dilemma, does Bailey turn her back on the man who offers her a life of security, or does she run off to Maui with a cowboy?

Excerpt
She drew in a breath and closed her eyes briefly, while she tried to ignore the pulsing warmth spreading through her stomach.
“Right, let’s go.” She turned to march away and was brought up short as he restrained her with the grasp of his strong hand on her elbow.
“It’s this way; you never could find your way anywhere worth a damn.” He turned her in the opposite direction, tucked her arm into his elbow. “And you should hold on to me so you don’t slip on your naked little tush. You don’t want everyone getting an eyeful, do you?”
She cast him an irritated sideways glance, but he was intent on moving through the crowds, toward the exit.
“I’ve booked a hotel. There’s a shuttle bus about to leave in five minutes. It’ll be the last one of the day. They can barely get through the roads now, so get a trot on.”
“I hope you’ve booked separate rooms.” She made her voice as waspish as she could, but he ignored her completely.
They stepped out into the minus fifteen blizzard. She sucked in a shocked breath and felt it turn to icicles in her lungs, making her want to cough it back out again.
She ducked her head just as he wrapped his thick, sheepskin coat around her shoulders, engulfing her in his warmth, and she automatically slipped her arms into the sleeves, which dangled almost to her knees.
“Thank you.” Not in the least inclined to refuse his offer, she pulled the coat snug around her and tucked her nose inside the collar to absorb the warm, spicy scent of him. It smelled of horses, and leather, and man. So different from the cool, aloof lemon and washing powder aroma Phillip emanated.
She whipped her nose back out of Sebastian’s coat and snapped an accusing glare over her shoulder at him as his hands firmly gripped her backside and pushed her up the two steps into the shuttle bus.
“Sebastian!”
He held his hands up and gave her an innocent look.
“Just giving a helping hand.”
“Well, don’t. I can manage fine without…” Her heel slipped in the wet and as her legs shot from underneath her, Sebastian neatly snaked his arm around her waist and let her back hit his chest.
“Ooommmff.” He steadied her. “You’re not as light as you used to be.” His cool lips touched her burning ear and his breath puffed gently across her cheek, sending delicious goose bumps chasing themselves down her spine. “Must be the boobs you’ve developed since I last had my hands on you when you were sixteen.”
That same fickle spine jerked to attention. She pushed away from him and lifted her chin while she stepped cautiously along the aisle.
The bus was full, except for one seat which she sat in, making sure his coat was securely wrapped around her and tucked under her knees, so she didn’t expose herself to any of the other passengers. She understood why crossing your legs at this stage could be considered vulgar.
“You have to find a seat, son, or you’re walking. No standing when we have to travel the interstate.” The bus driver turned his head and pinned her with a look over the top of his glasses. “You could ask your girl to sit on your knee, but I can’t allow you to stand.”
She didn’t even have time to shake her head in denial before Sebastian leaned down, scooped her up and plunked her on his lap. Her legs dangled between his wide spread ones, and his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. He burrowed his icy nose into the collar of his coat and buried it in her neck as she snaked her freezing legs against his warmer ones. She knew she should tell him not to get so close, she shouldn’t allow him to snuggle in, but she felt the shudder run through him and figured it wouldn’t harm under the circumstances if she relaxed against him and they shared their warmth. She was sure Phillip would understand.

Where to Buy Flight of Her Life

Liquid Silver Books http://bit.ly/IcMuoh
Amazon UK              http://amzn.to/18iC1n7
Amazon.com             http://amzn.to/1aS34mN
All Romance             http://bit.ly/193gk5c

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Guest Post - Allyson Lindt - Learning New Tricks

Allyson 

Welcome back to my blogspot and congratulations on your new release, pull up a chair and tell us about it.

Thanks so much for having me today, Diane. If your readers are willing to stick with me until the end of the post, there are details about a couple of awesome giveaways I’m holding (including one here) to celebrate my new book launch, and links to more posts like this one.

I pondered for while what to write my post about, and it hit me. The holidays are about friends, family, and food. Fortunately for me, Archer, the hero in my new release, Learning New Tricks, is a fantastic cook. I mean, dude makes pancakes from scratch… just because.

Keep in mind though, he’s been a bachelor and living on his own for a while. So when I asked him about his favorite dishes to make, some of his answers were a little… unusual. I’ve tried them all, though, and they’re all tasty.

For instance, this one:

Stuffed French Toast
This makes 2 servings, and Archer likes to turn the left-over egg mixture into scrambled eggs to serve on the side, but that’s completely up to you

Ingredients
(Toast)
 - 1 loaf unsliced French bread (the crusty kind you find fresh in the bakery)
 - 6 large eggs
 - 1/4 cup milk
 - 1 tsp vanilla
 - 1/4 tsp cinnamon

(Filling)
 - 3 oz cream cheese, softened
 - 1 tbsp orange marmalade

And grab your favorite fruit topping or syrup to top it all off. Strawberries and whipped cream, are yummy but pick and choose and try different things.

Instructions:
 - Beat eggs, milk, vanilla, and cinnamon in a bowl large enough for the bread slices, and set aside.
 - In a separate bowl, mix the cream cheese and marmalade until it's well blended
 - Slice the bread so every other slice isn't cut all the way through. In other words, you want 4-6 six pieces of 2 slices of bread stuck together at the bottom, so a kind of pocket is formed.
 - Stuff the cream cheese mixture into the bread 'pockets'
 - Preheat a non-stick skillet on medium heat on the stove
 - Dip each bread/cheese pocket in the egg mixture right before you cook it, cook each side until golden brown, about 2-3 minutes each side.
 - Serve warm with your favorite French toast topping

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If you’d like to meet Archer, and find out what he does besides cook, make sure you check out Learning New Tricks.



Blurb

Archer should be focusing on how to keep his comic book shop from financially crashing and burning in an epic way. However, when his sexy-as-hell best friend and Sunday-afternoon-movie buddy, Tori, asks him to teach her how to keep emotions out of sex, he welcomes the distraction.

Tori couldn’t ask for a better best friend than Archer. He respects her fandom, and he lets her sell her custom-made costumes in his store. Even better, he’s willing to give her a hands-on demonstration of how to keep love and sex separate. Experience has taught her not to fall for a guy who’s as infatuated with an ex-girlfriend as Archer is, so she’s already got the no-love bit covered.

With each new lesson, the line between the physical and emotional blurs a little more. Can they let go of their pasts—and learn a few new tricks along the way—or will they lose their friendship and budding relationship for good?

Giveaway
I’m giving away a $10 Amazon gift card, and copies of Conflict of Interest (Bits & Bytes, #1), and Toeing the Line (Bits & Bytes, #2) to one person who visits during my blog tour. Each time you comment on another post is another entry, so if the recipes aren’t enough to entice you, make sure you leave a comment below, and visit all my other generous hosts as well.

Tour Schedule
Dec 17: Silken Sheets & Seduction http://silkensheetsandseduction.wordpress.com/blog/
Dec 18: Diane Saxon http://dianesaxon.blogspot.com/
Dec 19: TF Walsh http://www.tfwalsh.com/
Dec 20: Shiloh Saddler http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/
Dec 21: Love, Lust, & Laptops http://lovelustandlaptops.wordpress.com/
   (I’ll also be offering a second prize on Daisy’s blog, as part of her advent calendar)

Buy Learning New Tricks


Find Allyson Lindt


About Allyson Lindt



Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.






Friday, 29 November 2013

FLIGHT OF HER LIFE - WIN ONE OF TWO FREE COPIES IN MY BLOG HOP TOUR

I’m going to be visiting some of my favorite new author friends over the next week or so, starting tomorrow and I’d love you to join me in my hop. I’m doing a consecutive Excerpt of Flight of Her Life, my new Romantic Comedy especially for Christmas, so if you follow along, by the end, you will have read my first two chapters.

I love life and I laugh a lot. I think that’s why funny things seem to happen to me. So I thought I would do a little competition. The answers will be a pure guess and just for fun, but by the time you’ve read a few of the questions, you’re going to have a better insight to how things are in my life – especially it seems when I go on holiday.

Also I will give away a free copy of Flight of Her Life to the two top scoring visitors. You need to answer all the questions on the first 6 sites, just leave your answer in the comment box at the bottom of each blog and I will let you know the answers when we reach Layne, so follow me around. If you miss one out, you can go back, I won’t judge until I put the answers up on the 9th December.

Look forward to seeing you around.



Here’s my visiting schedule, kicking off tomorrow:

30th November – Kimber Vale
3rd December – Shiloh Sadler
4th December – M S Kaye 
5th December – Allyson Lindt
6th December – Daisy Banks
7th December – Eva Lefoy
9th December – Layne Macadam


In addition, I am also featured on the following great sites:

Cover Reveals - 28th November

Cover Reveals



Romance Lives Forever - 2nd December

Romance Lives Forever

Thursday, 14 November 2013

Flight of Her Life - Excerpt



Excerpt


One entire week! How in hell’s name was she supposed to keep up the pretense for one whole week? Honestly, when Phillip’s parents saw beneath her cultured voice and her ability to dress slick, the premier family of Houston, Texas were going to run her out of town. They were going to realize what a fraud she was when she made her first move and destroyed their house with a flick of her wrist. Then their precious boy would never be allowed to marry her.
Bailey crossed her legs to relieve the ache in one buttock and give the other side of her bottom a little more weight. Sitting on the floor of the elevator for three hours the previous night had not been the most comfortable experience of her life and her backside hurt. She was going to cross her legs on this occasion, but she needed to get out of the habit as soon as she could. After all, she didn’t want people to think she was cheap.
She wondered if she would be considered vulgar for spending three hundred dollars on a rare bottle of bourbon and an expensive fragrance in order to impress people she hadn’t even met.
Impatient, she flicked her gaze up to check the flight board for the millionth time. She pressed her lips softly together to make sure her lipstick was still in place and glanced around the crowded New York City airport lounge, nervously patting her neat blonde coiffure which had taken her forty minutes to strap down.
As her eyes anxiously scanned the room, they fell on the familiar sight of a cowboy by the checkout in duty free. Second time she’d noticed him in an hour and she’d tried not to make eye-contact in case he decided to come over and re-acquaint himself.
Unable to resist, Bailey raised one perfectly sleek eyebrow, and leaned forward, pushed her black rimmed glasses further up her nose to take a closer peek. Nice. Purely from a female’s perspective, she could see nothing wrong with the male specimen in duty free. Long lean legs in pale, worn denim, and those thighs under that denim contracted as he bent to pick up his rucksack, sending an unwelcome fission of heat burning a rapid line through her stomach and into her loins, just like he had always managed to do. If she had to judge, she’d bet those muscles filled his jeans better than they used to when she’d been sixteen and he’d been…
Aware of her heart rate accelerating, Bailey jerked upright with a short sharp gasp, her eyes widening as the overwhelming sensation of carnal desire took her by surprise. She was an engaged woman—almost—she shouldn’t even be looking at tall, well-defined cowboys, especially ones she had already been…intimate with. Not that it should count as it had been so long ago, but he obviously still managed to make her mouth water.
Rucksack flung across his shoulder, his eyes caught hers and pierced through her like a blue laser as he walked straight toward her, leaving no doubt he’d been perfectly aware of where she was the whole time. Desperate not to be caught staring, Bailey dipped her eyes, uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the other way. She accidently flicked her half-filled coffee cup as she flexed her knee, and felt the searing hot liquid splash down her legs and soak through her short neat black skirt.
“Shit.”
With a feral growl, she ducked her head and flicked at the scalding liquid with a
small napkin that had come with the coffee, dismayed to see tiny white balls of tissue gathering across her wet skirt as she dabbed furiously. Her jerky movements caused her heavy rimmed glasses to clunk off her nose and smack painfully onto her chin. Rolling her eyes she raised her head and came face to face with the handsome cowboy.
Crooked smile in place, his amused blue eyes met hers as he hunkered down next to her, slowly reached out, unhooked her glasses from behind her ears and removed them from her chin. He folded them and offered them back to her.
“Hey, Bailey. Fancy meeting you here.” His familiar low drawl made her mouth drop open. She wasn’t sure whether he could see the saliva dribbling from the corner of her lips, but she raised shaking fingers and slid them across her skin to check just in case. Annoyed with herself, she’d been convinced she had moved on; found a new life existing without him, when obviously he still had an overwhelming effect on her.
His eyes followed the movement of her fingers, skimmed further up to stare at her mouth, his own firm lips parted and his tongue took a slow swipe across his bottom lip, sending her pulse into overdrive.
“Hi.” Short, sharp and efficient—after all she was about to become engaged to be married and he had to realize he had no right coming on to her in an airport lounge, no matter how long she had known him. She reached out her left hand, twizzled the rock back the correct way, and deliberately dazzled him with her nine carat diamond ring as she grasped her glasses, and tried to take them back.
His smile stuck as he held on. She bared her teeth at him through her own tight smile and pulled the glasses toward her in a restrained tug-of-war. Her perfect manicure gripped the frame, the left lens popped out, completed a slow-motion somersault, and smacked onto the hard tiled floor in front of her, breaking in two.
“Shit.” Dropping off her seat to the floor, Bailey frantically grabbed the two broken pieces of her lens, stabbing the nail of her forefinger sharply into the floor tile in her short-sighted desperation. She felt the snap of it, like a part of her own finger had cracked. Heat blazed across her cheeks as her heart filled with anguish, her finger throbbed with agony, and she flicked rapid glances at the dark haired cowboy whose smile had spread right across his beautiful face, showing even white teeth. His wide, muscular chest and broad shoulders shook with laughter.
“Bailey, you shouldn’t hide your pretty face behind those frames, just to make yourself look sophisticated.”
“Shut up, Sebastian.” She flung herself back on the seat and felt the snag and tear as her tights caught on the edge of the tubular seating. “Oh my God.” Despair had her wailing as the cowboy’s laughter burned her ears. He reached out a hand, cupped the calf of her leg in his warm rough palm and unhooked her tights with the fingers of his other hand, stealing her breath as he smoothed those long, warm fingers up the back of her knee.
Breathless, she gazed down at his handsome, angular face.
“I don’t think you should do that.”
“Really?” He shuffled closer, his hand edged higher to skim up the back of her thigh; her breath came in short, panicked gasps.
“No, my fiancé wouldn’t like it.”
Laughter rumbled out of him as he removed his hand from her leg, kneeled in front of her and leaned his forearms lightly across her knees, raising himself up so she felt his
breath dance across her cheek.

“Good, because I’m not going to do it to your fiancé.”

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Wednesday, 13 November 2013

5 Places to Find Story Ideas - M S Kaye

A warm welcome back to M S Kaye who visited here not so long ago on the launch of her fabulous book The Fight Princess.

This time she's here to show us her new release Once.
Tell us, where do you find your story ideas?
The first question most people ask me when they find out I write is “How do you come up with your ideas?” I think part of the trick is just to be constantly tuned into that part of your brain. Where other people might think, “Wow, I need to Facebook that,” writers are thinking, “Ooh, that’s a great story idea!” Other than everyday life, here are some places where I find ideas and inspiration:
1.      History—Some crazy things have happened in our world throughout the ages. Why not use it? I either pick an event or circumstance and modify it to fit my purposes, or create a link to some major event in history.

2.      Mythology and Fairy Tales—Even crazier things happen in mythology, which makes it a ripe playing ground for writers. The novel that I’m currently rewriting/editing is about teenagers who have been reincarnated as Sumerian Gods. The book recreates a mythological story in a modern way.

3.      Movies—No, I don’t mean steal ideas, but you can pull bits and pieces about the story or characters and then twist it around in your mind and come up with something completely different.

4.      Dreams—I know it sounds corny, but some of my favorite stories come to me from the flashes I see in my dreams. My first novel was a story I’d dreamed clearly. It took me years to realize it wasn’t going to go away and I needed to write it down. Now it’s one of my favorite stories.

5.      Literature—I love referencing famous works from history to hint at the theme or plot points to come. Or maybe take an O. Henry story and expand it in a modern way. Maybe find out what happened to Tom Sawyer when he grew up.
Where do you find your inspiration?
Once

by M.S. Kaye

Released 11/7/13 by Jupiter Gardens Press

Her first and also her Once.

Jonathan is studying to become a priest. He is three days from taking vows. He will not be a priest.

Rebecca’s major is pre-law. She is supposed to take over her father’s law firm. She will not be lawyer.

Their paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say. Jonathan’s structured life is turned sideways, but Rebecca also helps him learn how to forgive himself. It was self-defense, not murder.

Rebecca finds the strength to stand up to her father, to be the real her. If Jonathan likes her writing, it must be worth pursuing.

They must each struggle to forge a new path without each other’s comfort and strength, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.


Author Bio

M. S. Kaye is a 4th degree black belt and certified instructor of Songahm Taekwondo. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, FL, where she does her best not to melt in the sun.

Find M. S. Kaye at:

Twitter: @mskosciuszko

Also available from M.S. Kaye:

Fight Princess: A female underground fighter from a high society family learns how to accept love.

iBooks - http://bit.ly/17Asczv
Barnes & Noble - http://bit.ly/1abP1LC
Liquid Silver Books (publisher – all formats) - http://bit.ly/172SszA




Friday, 8 November 2013

PRE-RELEASE SALE WITH 20% DISCOUNT

Fantastic news - Flight of Her Life is now available on pre-order straight from the publishers with 20% off.

Traveling from New York City to Houston to meet her future in-laws and announce her engagement, accident prone Bailey finds herself in a situation beyond her control. All flights are cancelled the night before Christmas Eve, leaving Bailey stranded at the airport with a cowboy from her past.

Against all odds, Sebastian manages to rescue Bailey from one disaster after another, but is it too late to rescue her from her future? Faced with a heartrending dilemma, does Bailey turn her back on the man who offers her a life of security, or does she run off to Maui with a cowboy?

http://bit.ly/138xRdb



Thursday, 7 November 2013

Character Interviews from The Virgin Madam - New Release by Shiloh Sadler



Welcome Shiloh,

It’s lovely of you to drop by and bring Joe and Laura with you today. Help yourselves to coffee, draw up a chair, grab some chocolate and come and have a chat.

I absolutely love your cover art in that wonderful atmospheric sepia.

I hope you don’t mind, but I have some questions to ask, and I’m going to jump right in and start with Joe

Joe is an odd name for a girl. Why do people call you that?

My full name is Josephine Bascum. I’ve been called Joe since I was old enough to sit a horse. My papa wanted a boy.

Wouldn’t you just love to be able to dress up in those can-can clothes?

I’d look mighty funny, don’t you think? I don’t have the build it requires.

How would you describe yourself?

I’m a tomboy. A little rough around the edges, but I’m a person you can count on.
  
What is your biggest flaw?

I’m stubborn. Being bull-headed runs in the family.

Can you tell me how long you have been on the run for?

I guess it has only been a month, but some days it feels like a year. You don’t get restful sleep when you have one eye open.

Laura, my dear, can I top up your coffee, more chocolate? Tell me, how tough has it been to keep this place going?

Each day is like the next. I’ve been in this

Do you consider yourself brave?

Yes, and no. Yes, because anyone who lives in Bitterroot Flats, a town run by outlaws, has to be brave or foolish enough to ignore the danger. Mainly though I try to keep my head down and make it through each day without too much trouble.

Do you like living in Bitterroot Flats, California?

I hate living in Bitterroot Flats! It was Mama’s dream to move to California and start a farm, but on the way here she took sick and died. Papa gave into his vice and opened a brothel instead. Since then I’ve felt trapped here in the dusty, desert town.

Why don’t you just leave Bitterroot Flats then?

I’ve asked myself the same question hundreds of times. I don’t have anywhere else to go though. With the Fletcher Gang taking half my profits each week for the privilege of doing business in this town I don’t have much of a stake to start over somewhere else.

Why do people call you the virgin madam?

That’s a joke Amanda started after I inherited the brothel. I’m twenty years old and definitely of marrying age. The town has mostly men so one would naturally think I should snag me one. At least for a night. But I’m not interested in any of them.

Thank you so much for dropping by, Shiloh, can you tell me a little about your book?

Blurb:

After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night...at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

Buy Links:

Decadent Publishing: http://bit.ly/1fhm3Jj

Amazon: http: http://amzn.to/186dWtS

Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/18W9L3n 



Author Bio:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

Social Media Links:

History in the Hot Lane Blog: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shiloh.saddler?fref=ts

Monday, 4 November 2013

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Guest - Allyson Lindt - Conflict of Interest

I'd like to welcome my fellow author, the very talented Ms Allyson Lindt - take it away. pinkhairedgirlsIt's that time of year. Time to dress up, visit friends, and share tricks and treats. So in the spirit of how we celebrate Halloween, I'm visiting all sorts of blogs this week, in costume, as my characters, and they're talking about how they feel about the holiday. They're writing the posts, and I'm giving away the treats. No tricks. And to one random commenter on today's post, I'm giving away a copy of Diane's book, Loving Lydia (Diane didn't know this until she read my post, so, *surprise*, Diane!)

Riley (Toeing the Line)

I get to say whatever I want here? Serious? Can I draw a picture? I'd rather draw a picture to show how I feel about Halloween. And there would be a couple of sexy guys, and it's possible they wouldn't be wearing anything... Possible. But apparently, I have to talk instead. Oh well, win some, lose some. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Riley, and I have an identical twin sister. And I can tell you, Kenzie and I dealt with all the stereotypical responses growing up. And while we don't have a lot in common, neither one of us likes hearing a guy say "Twins? That's so hawt." So that's why I always embraced Halloween. The rest of the year, if I said "I don't want to took like Kenzie," people wanted to know why. But that one day a year it was all right to be someone other than my sister's twin. You'd better believe I took full advantage of it. So tell me, am I the only one who likes shedding their image for a day and just living as themselves for once? * Don't forget to visit me all week long, for a chance to meet my characters, and I'm giving away a different book every day, with a grand prize $15 gift card and a copies of my books Unconventional Fling, Conflict of Interest, and Toeing the Line at the end of the week to one commenter across all the blogs (you can earn an entry for each site you visit) October 28: Gemini Girls http://www.geminigirls.com October 29: Shiloh Saddler http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/ October 30: Diane Saxon http://dianesaxon.blogspot.com/ October 31: Eva Lefoy http://writery.wordpress.com/ toeingtheline

Blurb

Riley tends to fall hard and fast for the guys she dates, and it never ends with the wedding bells she expects. Tired of the heartbreak and unsure if she even knows what love is, she swears off unreliable things like dating and trying to find that elusive happily-ever-after spark. Focusing on her art seems like the perfect distraction, except she’s missing the physical side of being half a couple. Fortunately, her best friend, Zane, is happy to model for her drawings and tie her up in the bedroom with no expectations. Zane’s granddad raised him with the belief that people who bring joy to the world should be protected at all costs. For Zane, his best friend Riley is one of those people, and he definitely doesn't mind when making her happy involves helping her pursue her creative dream and some sport sex with a hint of kink. They can have fun, and he can keep her from falling for the next idiot who comes along while she searches for her Prince Charming. Regardless of her resolution, as things heat up between them, Riley finds herself falling again. She needs to decide if she’s in love with the idea of being in love, or if—despite Zane’s insistence that she deserves someone better—what she feels for him is the real thing. If she can’t learn to trust her heart and convince Zane he’s exactly what she needs, it will obliterate a lifelong friendship. Buy Toeing the Line: Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/toeing-the-line-p820.php Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EN8QAMM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EN8QAMM&linkCode=as2&tag=itsalwabothej-20 ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-toeingtheline-1269561-149.html Find Allyson Online Website: http://allysonlindt.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AllysonLindt Twitter: https://twitter.com/AllysonLindt Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7024176.Allyson_Lindt Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/allysonlindt   AllysonPicture3About Allyson Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack, and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.