Thursday, May 27, 2010

I Want To Know What Love Is

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?

Excerpt (R16):

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.

Boat? 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.”

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Loves Books and More

To find out about Eve Summers' latest upcoming release, please have a look here.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Guest Post by Jane Beckenham

Hello… are you out there?

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?

I have, and before you roll your eyes and wonder if this downunder author has gone loco since she’s upside down, the answer, yes, just a little bit.
My Muse is just called Muse, or ‘Her’, or when she’s silent, like right now, the gal is called…’bloody talk woman’.

She may not have a real name, but she has a ‘look’. She’s blond – and I’m a would be blond. She’s tall and slim of course and I’m…well, not. And she has this smile, sort of beatific, which really suits her because her home is a cloud.

Yes. Really. When I talk to her, I see her standing on the edge of her puff ball cloud, white of course, none of that grey stuff, threatening to spit out rain or worse, hail or snow. But she stands there, waving at me, smiling, though it’s when she’s not standing there, or not smiling that fear seeps into my subconscious and I find myself scrambling for ideas for the next book.

Ms. Muse is rather judicious with what she gives me and when which is really annoying. I mean she’s MY muse, why can’t she do what I want her to. I mean I invented her.

Right now the woman is SILENT. Deadly silent, which is just as well since I’m taking a breather from novel writing. Yes, I’m having a LIFE. Rather unique really, but I do miss my daily grind at the computer, writing the lives and loves of my characters. Oh, how I miss it.

However, I suppose Ms. Muse deserves a break. The woman has been hard at it for weeks, months, actually, truth be told...for years. I’ve just contracted my 12th book.

My coming release (May 25th) - He’s the One (Samhain Publishing) was a Muse job. The woman had me thinking way into the small hours about a reunion story. What if she nearly once got married, then didn’t? What if she feels guilty because she didn’t love her fiancĂ©? What if she’s a wedding planner whose clients ask her about their sex problems? What if she’s a virgin?
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]

Cade Harper knows two things about women. They either abandon him, or use him as a walking bank. He doesn’t do commitment, and marriage is a dirty word—witness the string of broken hearts he’s left in his wake. Yet what if Taylor proposes an introduction to sex – a night of no-strings passion - for some business advice for this up and coming businessman?

Lots of questions Ms Muse throws at me.

It was up to me to come up with the answers – and a warning: He’s the One contains explicit, straight-to-the-heart sex between a hopeless romantic heroine and an abandon-all-hope hero. No need to dress up for this party—just curl up with a glass of bubbly and a box of tissues! LOL.

So yes, Ms Muse has a place in my heart, I just hope she doesn’t stay away too long this time or I’ll have to send out a search party.

If you see Ms. Muse in your wanderings, can you tell her to get her butt right on home this instant.

Happy reading and writing everyone.
Jane Beckenham

Author- Jane Beckenham

In books Author Jane Beckenham discovered dreams and hope, stories that inspired in her a love of romance and happy ever after. Years later, after a blind date, Jane found her own true love and married him eleven months later.

Life has been a series of ‘dreams’ for Jane. Dreaming of learning to walk again after spending years in hospital. Dreaming of raising a family and subsequently flying to Russia to bring home her two adopted daughters. And of course, dreaming of writing.

Writing has become Jane’s addiction - and it sure beats housework.

You can contact Jane via her web site or email her at

Thursday, May 6, 2010

I want to know what love is

I got my book cover this week. Gorgeous, isn't it?
Makes me want to go diving again....