Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Skyla is a PR officer for a 22nd century company that makes a special kind of condom: one that protects the user from the 21st century disease called love. In her world, love is an obscene word and a banned emotion. As with all prohibitions, the love prohibition has given rise to a pro-love group, a group whose actions may jeopardize Skyla’s dream of a promotion.
Jin is a school teacher – or is he something more? Skyla is instantly drawn to him and when they are together, she forgets about Love Condoms….
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Embraced: Scribal Love: Erotic Romance Writer - Eve Summers: "Scribal Love Welcomes Author Eve Summers! Thank you for the opportunity to appear on your blog, Clare. I'm definitely ready to be Embrace..."
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I always love knowing who buys my books. And the best way to judge the buyer is by the kind of OTHER books they buy. So.... People who bought "The Upgrade" by Eve Summers also bought:
Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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Thursday, July 15, 2010
From where he lay on his stomach, naked except for a small towel, Timothy could see the big tranquil blue of the ocean.
“Is this hard enough?” murmured the massage girl in her melodious Pacific accent. Her dark slim fingers pressed into Timothy’s knotted shoulders with startling intensity.
And with a startling aphrodisiac quality.
He couldn’t suppress the groan. “Mmmmm.”
It was bloody perfect. The exotic smell of sandalwood oil seeped into his tired body. Timothy closed his eyes, letting all the stress of the last sixteen months melt away.
Shoulders, back, buttocks. The fingers teased his upper thighs before moving on lower. Calves, feet, toes. The ticklish yet highly arousing spaces between the toes.
It was supposed to be a relaxing massage, yet Timothy’s mind was beginning to turn to matters that he’d had no time for in his busy schedule lately.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
First off I want to thank Eve for inviting me. It’s an honor to be here. Hello everyone my name is Kat Holmes and I write erotic romances. So far I have two books out with Red Rose and a third about to release. I also have three more in the pipeline with Red Rose and one in the works with Muse It Hot.
I am so blessed to be able to write and share with all of you my passion for stories. This was a passion sowed in me when I was very young by my Mom. I love how words mesh together to form a picture in our minds. It’s like a painting only the canvas is paper and the paint is words.
I have always written but it was only ever for my own pleasure. Then, back in 2002 I began to have very serious convulsive seizures. I have always been epileptic but I’d always had the small ones. But now I was having what they call Grand Mal seizures. Medications did nothing to control them and since I was having several a day, working became too difficult.
So I wound up having a lot of time on my hands and began writing even more. Then I started communicating with an author named N.J. Walters and she encouraged me to try submitting my stuff. When your writing hero tells you to do something, you listen. So I submitted and was rejected. I submitted a new story to a different publisher and was rejected.
But then one day I happened on a website for e-books called Red Rose Publishing and saw they had a line called Autumn Rose. The line was for stories about older women and younger men. Immediately a whole idea for a story flashed in my mind. I wrote it and submitted it to them. And it was contracted! That was a year ago and the rest is as they say history.
Amazingly, one of the stories I had subbed to another house that had been rejected was contracted by Red Rose and is the first story in a brand new series called Gods At Work. Book one in the series was released May 6th of this year and actually made the bestseller list which totally surprised and thrilled me. It’s called Working Under Covers.
Book two in the series, titled Heart Of The Queen, is all done and is due to release soon though I don’t have the exact date yet. The covers for both of my Gods At Work books were done by the very talented Missy Lyons. My very first book with Red Rose, which isn’t part of this series and is a short stand alone tale released on March 18, 2010 and is called Voice In The Night.
All I can say is I am having a blast. It’s wonderful to be able to do what you love. And to be able to share my love of storytelling with all of you is paradise. And now, let me share a brief blurb about Working Under Covers with you.
The economic crunch is affecting everyone nowadays, even the Gods of Mt. Olympus. Tributes are way down and Zeus isn't happy. He decrees that each and every god must go out into the mortal realm and get jobs.
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty decides to set up shop in Los Angeles, California. She opens her own Internet Dating service called Venus Connections and hides her true identity by taking on the name Ariel Schell.
Jordan Cade, retired cop turned private investigator is roped by his former boss into tackling one last undercover assignment. Three women have gone missing and the only thing that links them is an Internet dating service called Venus Connections.
All Jordan wants is to find the missing women. All Aphrodite wants is to earn a living. But the Fates have other plans. Now a mortal man and an immortal Goddess must overcome their vast differences. A little under the covers work might be needed.
And here is a blurb for Heart Of The Queen.
When money troubles force the Gods to come and work among mortals, Hera decides to become a midwife and takes the name of Heather Juno. By chance, two stunning men named James Rhodes and Noah Blake come into her office to help out James’s sister. The men are lovers but they want to add Hera to their family. Divorced from a husband who spent thousands of years cheating on her, Hera is extremely reluctant in spite of being attracted to both men. James and Noah, veterans of Iraq are used to fighting for what they want and they are not about give Hera up. The battle is on for The Heart Of The Queen.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
- Like a Virgin
- Fiji on Fire, Fiji on Ice
- Wild Thing
- Danger, Word Games
- A Slave of My own Desire
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
a contemporary romance by Eve Summers
Amy doesn't know what it feels like to be in love. Which is pretty sad, when you stop to think about it, and Amy stops to think about it - oh, just about every day. Her fantasies are populated by men who look like movie stars and act like heroes from romance books, while her life is full of men who only think about their careers and who wear stress like a medal for bravery.
Or was, until now. Dan is Amy’s scuba diving buddy and the best-looking bloke in the office. Zorro, their Tahitian diving instructor is every woman’s secret fantasy, the kind you blush about in the darkness of your bedroom and never ever discuss with your girlfriends.
Amy doesn't know what it feels like to be in love. Will she choose the right man?
Amy felt her cheeks roast under his gaze. It was one thing to flirt with him back at the village to the rhythm of the wild drums, quite another to flirt when she’d already accepted his invitation to a night of hot sex.
“You look lovely in pink, Goldilocks.”
He gestured towards her salmon–rose cocktail dress, but she knew he meant the blush that had now spread all the way to her throat.
She needed a diversion.
“Tell me about the boat’s engine.” Men could always be distracted with machine talk.
“Are you asking about the size?”
Damn! The cursed blush was back. Don’t think about it.
“Why don’t you show me the bridge? Or the steering room, whatever it’s called.”
His face was deadpan. “It’s called a cockpit.”
It would be.
Zorro kissed her as soon as they reached the cockpit, a perfect mix of urgency and deliberately slow relishing. His tongue tasted of seawater and fire.
Amy felt her nipples strain against the thin material of her dress. She didn’t care whether it was love or lust she was feeling, she didn’t need labels or perfect definitions of what love was. All she needed was Zorro’s body pressed against hers, like this, and his hands in her hair, like they were now, and–
He broke the kiss and Amy opened her eyes.
There, on a side table, in a silver ice bucket, was a bottle of champagne. Zorro’s words came back to her: Now that I’m no longer your instructor, how about a bottle of champagne on my boat, followed by a sunset dinner and a night of hot lovemaking?
A bottle of champagne? Check.
With a bit of luck, they would skip the sunset dinner and…
“Would you like to drive?” she heard Zorro’s whisper, she felt his tickling breath in her ear.
“Huh? Oh, your boat, you mean. Yeah, sure.”
All her senses ablaze, she watched as Zorro awakened the purring machine.
“Here, take the wheel. Gentle movements.”
She looked at the controls for the first time, expecting something the magnitude of an average car’s steering wheel. “Zorro,” she exclaimed, “this is enormous.”
“Yeah,” came the smooth reply. “I get that all the time.”
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
When I was thinking about what to write for this guest blog…well the idea bank was a tad empty, and that is par for the course at the moment. My muse had shut up shop and gone for a holiday. – Lucky girl. Actually, I’ve often wondered if others ‘envision’ their Muse. Do they give her an identity?
My Muse is just called Muse, or ‘Her’, or when she’s silent, like right now, the gal is called…’bloody talk woman’.
Enter Cade Harper, one sexy dude. Actually, the man appeared for real one day when I was ‘doing’ lunch with none other than author Ms. Summers here who owns this blog. Remember!!! The man with the red Mustang? [Footnote: Eve Summers remembers only too well, LOL]
Happy reading and writing everyone.
Author- Jane Beckenham