I know we've been pretty sporadic with the Monday blues, but we're back today!
I've been in a musical mood lately, so I think today's theme will have something to do with that. It could be how a song reminds someone of something, music in the background,....the possibilities are endless. Shoe me what you've got!
Please leave your book title, author name, and a buy link! if the book isn't available yet, then maybe your website or blog link.
Ready, set, get musical!
Just in time, Nikki!! Thank you for this opportunity!!
ReplyDeleteThe Seduction of Lady Phoebe by Ella Quinn.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=the%20seduction%20of%20lady%20phoebe
B&N
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/978-1-6018-3164-4?keyword=978-1-6018-3164-4&store=allproducts
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=The+seduction+of+lady+phoebe
Amazon Germany: http://www.amazon.de/s/ref=nb_sb_noss/275-6160333-6197739?__mk_de_DE=%C3%85M%C3%85Z%C3%95%C3%91&url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=The%20seduction%20of%20lady%20phoebe
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/22854
From my new release, A Cowboy to Keep:
ReplyDeleteHe was saved by the old biker when the song ended. He motioned to Cody. “You’re up.”
“Thanks for the dance,” he told the blonde politely and moved out of her embrace.
He ignored her down-turned lips, put his two quarters into the table, and racked the balls. He broke, and four balls went in various pockets. Choosing solids, he shot two before he missed.
The biker walked around the table, searching for a shot. “Man, you didn’t leave me much.”
“That’s because he’s a cowboy,” the skinny guy commented. He tipped his head back and swallowed another shot of tequila or something equally as nasty smelling.
Cody ignored him. He wasn’t looking for a fight, just a game of pool to get his mind off a leggy blonde who was all wrong for him.
“Isn’t that right?” the skinny guy said. “That you’re a tough cowboy, wearing that big buckle and all?”
“Yes.” Cody didn’t look at him but instead watched the biker make a good shot.
The guy, looking for a fight, poked him with his pool cue. “You like to ride bulls?”
Cody pinned a cold stare on him and pushed the stick away. “Don’t touch me again.”
“What are you going to do about it?” The skinny guy giggled. “Spur me?”
“I can’t tell you what he’s going to do,” someone said at his shoulder, “but I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t put down that stick.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Cody saw Luke. Now why had he gone and said that? What was he going to do, hit the troublemaker with his crutches? Apparently the guy thought so, and he backed up and closed his mouth.
“It’s your shot,” the biker said. He stepped back and studied the table.
http://www.amazon.com/Cowboy-Cowboys-Black-Mountain-ebook/dp/B00C8QJSWK/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1366038359&sr=1-1&keywords=D%27Ann+Lindun
Thank you so much for the opportunity, Nikki. Here is my latest release:
ReplyDeleteLADY OF LUXEMBOURG - Curse of the Lost Isle Book 4
Kindle link:
http://amzn.com/B00BO0MYX6
978 AD Melusine the Fae, immortal and cursed Lady of Luxembourg, managed to hide her Pagan nature from mortals for many years. She fiercely protects her handsome Count, Sigefroi, but in their princely bliss, neither of them seems to age, and a few suspicious bishops take notice. Then an ondine wreaks havoc during a battle, luring enemy soldiers into the river.
Betrayed, Sigefroi reflects on his many sins from the depths of a rat infested dungeon. Under torture, will he reveal her deadly secret? And when her beloved turns into a devout Christian, can Melusine salvage her happiness? Can love truly redeem her curse, or will she burn at the stake?
From EDGE OF MERCY, a young-adult dystopian romance:
ReplyDeleteZeke worked beside me, and we talked occasionally about things we remembered before the infection. He mostly brought up foods he missed, like prime rib, cheeseburgers, French fries, macaroni and cheese, and beef-a-roni. I thought he was hung up on roni’s and red meat, but I just smiled and agreed.
I remembered television, computers, music, phones, and microwaves. I could spend hours with my head in front of, over, and on any or all of those at once, and I never imagined a time when I couldn’t just press a button and be set for an afternoon’s entertainment. Now they were memories, gone forever.
“And school. I actually miss school. Who would’ve thought?”
I looked at Zeke’s smiling profile and agreed. “Yeah, I miss the routine and my friends.”
“Oh, and the rectangular pizza with the little red pepperoni cubes.”
There he went again thinking about food and “roni’s.” I rolled my eyes, but nodded.
“My friend Tabitha and I went to the mall on the weekends and spent hours walking around the shops, sipping cokes in the food court, and flirting.”
“You? You had a girlfriend?”
I stared open-mouthed for a moment. Of course, he would think that, and I nearly slipped again. I was my own worst enemy, and I had to be more careful.
“Yep, first love and all.”
He paused in the middle of pulling a weed and stared at me for a moment. I could feel my cheeks heat, and I prayed I didn’t look as hopeless as I felt.
“You are kind of a pretty-boy with those blue eyes. I guess girls were into you, huh?”
I busied myself over a particularly stubborn weed and shrugged my shoulders. What could I say? The girls were into me for make-up tips, shopping, and sleepovers. That’s what I remembered most, but that was so long ago it felt like another lifetime.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he thankfully changed the subject back to himself and said, “Well, there was this one girl I was into. All the guys thought she was hot though, so I didn’t have a chance. I was too skinny and short. I hadn’t developed the guns yet.” He laughed and flexed his right arm.
I laughed with him and not for the first time, felt a warm rush in my abdomen as his gaze met mine. His eyes shined a deep brown and laugh lines crinkled around them. I loved Zeke’s eyes. They never looked at me as if I were a creepy bug crawling on the back of his hand or like I was the stupidest person allowed to live. Thomas’s dark, condemning eyes stared at me in my mind’s eye, and I shook my head to clear it. Zeke was nothing like serious, diehard Thomas.
Blurb: Charlie hides her true identity inside a community made up only of males, but her presence places everyone around her in danger. This community is surrounded by Draghoul, once-human creatures bent on infecting others. Left with no other choice but to remain, she fears her secret will be discovered, and she’ll be thrown to the creatures she dreads. Yet, the longer she stays with these survivors, the less benevolent they appear.
In this new and dangerous version of the world, where the friend beside you might be an enemy and an enemy might be your only friend, seventeen-year-old Charlie protects her baby sister and herself from grotesque monsters outside the community as well as human ones inside. Will the truth she discovers about her protectors save her or ultimately doom her to a fate worse than death?
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Mercy-Young-Dystopian-Series-ebook/dp/B008QSTYUA
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/edge-of-mercy-c-c-marks/1112308505?ean=2940015029178
Thanks, Nikki! Here's a bit from my contemporary romance, CLEAR AS DAY, available in ebook and print at The Wild Rose Press: http://ow.ly/k5G8x and Amazon.com: http://amzn.com/B007RN9STW
ReplyDeleteDelight ruffled through her. “Champagne. Oh, wonderful! What beautiful glasses. You’re crazy, you know. What are we celebrating?” Nate always came up with such sweet, fun surprises.
“July. Us.” He set the glasses on the table. Clinging crumbs of ice melted to beaded drips. After stripping the foil and wire cage, Nate cautiously eased the cork free in a fizzy pop. The bottle frothed over. “Oops.” Laughing, he filled the glasses quickly. His gray eyes sparkled and he handed her a glass. “A toast. Here’s to us and our future.” He touched his flute to hers, the small crystal ting singing between them.
“To us.” She sipped at her champagne, savoring the tart, sweet effervescence. Our future? What was that about? He still hadn’t explained his sudden change of plans.
Nate turned his attention to the stove, and a satisfying sizzle arose as he arranged the fillets to sauté simply in the olive oil with a dusting of salt and pepper. They both preferred to leave the mild flavor of the fish alone and avoid the usual breading or heavy seasoning.
She sighed. Nate. Give him his camera, pad and pen, and the clothes on his back, and off he flew, making his home wherever he threw his hat. If only she could pack her duffle bag, grab her paint kit and catch the next plane to somewhere exotic, maybe Bali or Greece, with Nate’s ease. Why not? She traveled with little more than that in her camper, so what was her problem?
Besides being a neurotic idiot? Does it matter? Stop stressing and wasting your time together. Enjoy him while you can.
Nate wrapped his arm around her waist, swaying them gently to the sweet melody he hummed. Ah, yes, “Come Monday.” After six summers with Nate, she knew almost all his favorite Jimmy Buffett tunes by heart.
“So tell me, why are you back so early? Aren’t you supposed to be heading to New Guinea?”
He neatly turned the filets. “Plans changed fast, and I wanted to see you.”
Happiness rushed through her at his simple statement. She waited for the rest of the story, but Nate simply nipped at her earlobe and scattered butterfly kisses along her nape and shoulder between sips of champagne. He knew her every ticklish, arousing place, and the touch of his clever hands and lips on her bare skin made focusing on conversation difficult.
Thanks for this opportunity, Nikki! Here's a bit from my current release, Howdy, Ma'am #1 The Bull Rider Series. Bull riders can do more than...well, ride bulls: Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Howdy-Maam-Bull-Rider-ebook/dp/B00ARNQEQY
ReplyDeleteCaulder spoke low. “Shh, close your eyes and follow my lead.”
She succumbed to his embrace, resting her head against his chest, standing straighter to be nearer his shoulder. His scent enticed her closer, the same sultry fragrance he wore when they met. She closed her eyes and let him take her away in dance. She wanted to remain in this position, enjoyed being held.
“Everything okay?” Caulder held her tight around the waist and whispered close to her ear.
“A sudden memory is all.” Velia leaned against him once again.
“Have no fear tonight. Let me help you escape for a time.” He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “No ties, no bounds. One warm body to hold you on the dance floor is all. Enjoy it until it's over.” Caulder squeezed her hand a little tighter and pulled her closer against him. “Let yourself go for now. Give yourself a sense of peace, even for a short time. I promise that's all. Let me show you some comfort…for tonight.”
Velia relaxed when they played the next song—
Thank you, Nikki, for the chance to share! This excerpt is from my upcoming time travel entitled, "Loving Out of Time," where a cowboy from 1898 slips through a portal into 2013, straight into the backyard of a modern independent Indian woman.
ReplyDeleteISBN-13: 978-1-4405-6824-4
Cody washed up and opened the bathroom door.
Dang if Anya didn’t look like a woman after a good skirt-tossing. Her lips were full and red and her hair sat thick and wild on her head from his hands gripping into it.
And those eyes ... they glowed.
For him.
He felt ten sorts the rogue. He had taken too much, and that was after he had given her his word that her virtue would be safe with him.
An armful of clothes were ensconced in her arms, hiding most of her tiny nightclothes. He swore he’d seen larger saddle blankets than what she wore to bed. He tore his eyes to hers.
“You done in here?”
He nodded and slipped by her.
She touched his arm. “Cody? You okay?”
He smiled then, cupped her cheek. He felt the sorrow of his thoughts warring with the pleasure still radiating through his body. “That’s the best morning I’ve had in one hundred forty-one years.” He kissed her brow as he left but stopped in the hallway. He winked, and she blushed as she closed the door.
Cody leaned against the wall, hearing voices with background music and remembered what the radio sounded like yesterday in her automobile. He’d have a tough time keeping his hands off Anya. Already they craved to touch that tiny bit of fabric again. He listened to her move around in there, turning on the shower, stepping in. He liked listening to her.
Truth be told, if he managed to return to 1898 tomorrow, he was going to miss Anya something fierce.