Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 07/09/17 Only A Mistress Will Do ~ First Kiss

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I’m back with more of Only A Mistress Will Do. It’s still on sale for .99! If you want it at that bargain price, here’s the Amazon link!

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In this snippet, I’m continuing the scene between Tristan and the woman he is betrothed to. It’s an arranged marriage so Tris can gain a valuable piece of property. He and Dora have met only a couple of times and danced perhaps twice. So Tris tries to reassure his young bride-to-be. This week I’m continuing on from last week. Tris has just asked Dora if she’d like him to kiss her and she’s said yes.

(Creative punctuation used to conform to the WWW rules. The published text may be slightly different.)

 

 

Tris angled her face toward him and pressed his lips against hers, gently at first, then more insistently. He slid his other hand around her back and pulled her even closer, until he could feel her small breasts against his chest. Carefully, he opened his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her tightly clamped lips.

She gasped and stumbled away. “My lord.”

He let her go. Her stricken stare told him this would be an uphill battle, near impossible to win in such a short time. Still, he smiled at her and asked, “Did you enjoy your first kiss, Dora?”

Raising her fingers to her lips, she rubbed them lightly, as if she could feel the kiss better that way. “I don’t know, my lord.”

BLURB:

The man of her dreams…belongs to another woman.

Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another . . .

Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves. . . .

Only A Mistress Will Do is on sale for .99 on

Amazon and B & N

 

Books in the House of Pleasure series:

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And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

 

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Like A Firework: A Celebration of Love with All Those Miles I Walked by Viviana Mackade

DJ, my heroine in All Those Miles I Walked, is a woman I like and understand. And now that she’s with Scott, we share a common trouble: the Anxious Man.

Let me tell you a bit about him.

The anxious man is a highly intelligent, self-made, strong man who needs reassurances on your well-being whenever he decides to check on you, with no regard whatsoever for what you might be doing.  He’ll text or call you, and you have from 5 to 20 seconds to reply. Problem is, maybe you can’t because you’re, I don’t know, using the restroom or cleaning the ceiling with a long-handled brush. After an average of 10 minutes from the first text (and at that point you’ll have 150 texts and at least 300 calls) (yes, the Anxious Man can defy time and squeeze all those messages and calls in just few minutes) the police, fire department, an ambulance, and possibly the FBI and the National Guard will barrel down through your door.

I’ve been with my husband for 18 years and let me tell ya, that cool, self-controlled man can go bat-shit crazy if I don’t answer the phone in .3 nanoseconds.

So does Scott in the story.

Let’s be clear on one thing here: the Anxious Man doesn’t do that out of need of control. There’s no jealousy or will to tell you what you can or can’t do. He needs to know you’re well.

With him, a simple thumb-up emoticon would do.

Because he loves, and loves deep. So deep he needs to know the most important thing in his life: not that you love him, miss him, think about him, but that you’re alive.

Which means you can’t get mad. Or overly mad, at least. Sometimes I do get annoyed.

So, because I learned from personal experience that people like me and DJ will never be reliable with our phones, I have a word of advice for all the people like Marco and Scott, and the relationships that follow.

In my case it’s called iWatch, but any device like it would do.

My husband gave me one for our anniversary few years back, and now I never lose a call or text. I can reply anywhere with the littlest time and effort. It’s pretty, and it gives him peace of mind, and me the freedom from checking the phone or (the horror) of the ringtone.

You’re welcome.

 

BLURB:

At eighteen, DJ made a choice–her heart or her dreams. Neither was wrong, yet either would break her heart. She chose the world. Over a decade later, she returns to Crescent Creek and to the one regret she’s ever had–Scott.

Scott’s always been steady as a rocky reef. He’d loved once and when she’d left, his strong heart had crumbled like a sandcastle. Now DJ is back, and Scott wants nothing to do with her. If only Eva, his and DJ’s old friend, didn’t need their help. Because of her, he’s stuck with DJ and he’d be damned, she still gets under his skin.

DJ is a free spirit who needs the road under her feet. Scott is a family man who wants to groom his roots. With danger on their doorstep and a baby to keep safe, how much are they willing to compromise for love?

 

EXCERPT:

DJ put Henry in the stroller, grabbed his tiny ball cap and hers. It was a cloudy day, perfect for taking him play with the sand without the risk of burning him.

She filled her beach bag. Water for both, sunscreen, diapers, wipes, a clothes change, and a couple of towels. “We’re all set, buddy,” she told the boy as she got out.

“Shoot,” she mumbled when she reached the sidewalk. The beach umbrella. It was heavy and uncomfortable to carry, but even with the clouds, Henry needed protection. Besides, the beach was in front of the house, she really only had to walk to the other side of the road.

She loaded the umbrella on her shoulder, got back out of the house. Then in again. Henry liked to snack mid-midmorning, she’d bring some fruit pouches. Some cereal puffs, too. One more bottle of water, just in case.

“Third time’s the charm,” she sing-songed, earning a happy gurgle from Big H.

The build-and-destroy a sand castle never got old. They went through many shapes, sizes, and few rounds of panic because she wasn’t sure how to clean the inside of Henry’s mouth when he stuck his sand-covered fist in it.

Despite those little hiccups, she wanted to pat her back and compliment herself. Big H was safe, was having fun, and she was too. He looked so darn cute, all smiles and sandy feet and hands. She could send a pic–or ten–to Eva and her own mom. Maybe even one to Scott, because she was such in good mood.

DJ fished her cellphone from the bag, turned it on. 12 unanswered calls and 6 messages.

Fear raced through her good mood. Something had happened to Eva? To her parents? She checked the call list. Scott. From all of the calls and texts.

Well, unexpected. From zero interaction to a gazillion? She called his number; he picked up probably before it even rang.

“Where in the fucking hell are you?” he said quietly, but anger vibrated in his voice more than a guitar string.

“Okay. Not really prepared for that, but okay. We’re across the road, at the beach.”

“Damn it, DJ.” She had to move the phone closer to her ear to hear his words. “You’re supposed to text me when you leave,” he added.

“I know. We’re just across the road.”

“Are you in the house?” he asked. Still very much pissed, but at least he’d gone back to a human tone, one she actually heard.

“It’s basically the same.”

“It’s not.”

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t realize I’d agreed to a middle of the morning text. When did it happen, by the way?”

“Damn it, DJ.”

Oh god, back to hissing. “You said it already. A few times, in fact.”

She brushed a bit of sand from Henry’s legs, blew the boy a kiss that made him smile. Then heard a voice in the background of the call, then Scott saying to someone, “they’re fine, they are at the beach.”

“Who is with you?”

“Charlie.”

“You called the sheriff? Where are you?”

“At Eva’s, ready to bust the fucking door down,” he explained.

“That seems extreme.”

“You don’t text me, don’t call me, and don’t pick up the damned phone,” he said, anger making his even words a bit breathless. “What am I supposed to do?

“I guess, calm down, would be the first thing.” She’d always thought he might have a stroke, at some point. All control freaks like him did. Maybe today was the day, who knew? “You saw us at 8 this morning–two hours ago. You could have waited until, let’s say, lunchtime before freaking out this big.”

“I could kill you right now,” he said, so evenly it might actually have been truer than truth.

“You might want to be careful what you say with Sheriff Charlie there with you. By the way, tell her I say hi. Actually, can you give her the phone? We planned a spa day for next week but I’ll have to postpone it until Eva comes home.”

He closed the call.

Staring at the silent phone, DJ took a couple of long breaths.

This was going to stop. Right now.

 

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Happy Fourth of July!

Happy Fourth of July, everyone!

My plans are to cook hamburgers and hot dogs out on the grill, have potato salad and grilled veggies, and a flag decorated brownie for dessert. Then, tonight, we’ll go to Colonial Williamsburg to watch the fireworks. There’s nothing like living a couple of miles from Yorktown to bring home the spirit of Independence. 🙂

I’ve been humming Hamilton for weeks now, so I’d feel remiss if I didn’t share one of it’s songs for Independence Day. Here’s “The Battle of Yorktown” from Hamilton.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 07/02/17 Only A Mistress Will Do ~ A Question of Kisses

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I’ve been MIA all week. Took on a third job that had me going from dawn until midnight, almost literally.  I’m back with more of Only A Mistress Will Do. It’s still on sale for .99! If you want it at that bargain price, here’s the Amazon link!

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In this snippet, I’ve moved to a scene between Tristan and the woman he is betrothed to. It’s an arranged marriage so Tris can gain a valuable piece of property. He and Dora have met only a couple of times and danced perhaps twice. So Tris tries to reassure his young bride-to-be. This week I’m continuing on from last week. Tris has just told Dora, his betrothed, that their wedding will be in three weeks, then asked her, “Have you never been kissed before?”

(Creative punctuation used to conform to the WWW rules. The published text may be slightly different.)

She turned her head to the side and shook it, then tried to slip her hands out of his.

“No need to be afraid, my dear. I won’t hurt you.” Slowly, sensually, he brushed the back of her hand with his lips, then turned it over and grazed her palm as well. “Kisses are a normal part of married life.”

“I know.” Her voice was stronger than a whisper, but still low. “I’ve seen my brother Simon kissing his wife Judith.”

“Would you like for me to kiss you?” He stared into her clear blue eyes and cupped her cheek.

An almost imperceptible nod.

BLURB:

The man of her dreams…belongs to another woman.

Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another . . .

Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves. . . .

Only A Mistress Will Do is on sale for .99 on

Amazon and B & N

 

Books in the House of Pleasure series:

onlyscandalwilldo sizeONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

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And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 06/25/17 Only A Mistress Will Do ~ Getting to Know You

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I’m all over the place this month, but this week I’m back to Only A Mistress Will Do because it’s on sale for .99! If you want it at that bargain price, here’s the Amazon link!

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In this snippet, I’ve moved to a scene between Tristan and the woman he is betrothed to. It’s an arranged marriage so Tris can gain a valuable piece of property. He and Dora have met only a couple of times and danced perhaps twice. So Tris tries to reassure his young bride-to-be.

(Creative punctuation used to conform to the WWW rules. The published text may be slightly different.)

“I’m certain this is sudden, my dear, yet I hope we may be better acquainted before the wedding in three weeks.”

“Three weeks!” she said swaying, and Tris grasped her arm, taking the opportunity to draw her closer.

“Soon, yes, however,” he gathered her hands into his, “we will spend much of the time in conversation, getting to know one another. Would you like that, Dora?”

She jerked her head up at the familiar use of her name, then hesitated, her mouth open. “Yes, I would like that, Lord Trevor.”

“You may call me Tristan or Tris when we are private. In public, of course, simply Trevor will do.” He kissed her hands and she shivered. They would need to further their acquaintance a bit more rapidly. “Have you never been kissed before, Dora?”

BLURB:

The man of her dreams…belongs to another woman.

Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another . . .

Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves. . . .

Only A Mistress Will Do is on sale for .99 on

Amazon and B & N

 

Books in the House of Pleasure series:

onlyscandalwilldo sizeONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

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And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

 

 

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New Release ~ Darien’s Desire by Daryl Devore

How do writers do it?

Everyone knows writers live in dark caves and every so often toss out a Pulitzer Pride winning novel. So, how do they write those amazing books?

Magic!

Not going to buy that answer? Okay – let’s try an off-the-cuff answer -B.I.C.H.O.K. Butt in chair – Hands on keyboard.

Because if the writer isn’t putting words onto a screen or paper then the story is not going to get written. And as we all have sadly discovered there are no little writer elves who come out at night and finish that annoying chapter.

Writers get asked – a lot – what advice to give to a new author and I always have 2 pieces. The 1st  I just told you and the 2nd is find a critique group.

Now, that is way easier said than done. Most writers can tell horror stories about being in the “wrong for them” group. Don’t get me started on the group that wanted a 5 page critique for each chapter. FIVE PAGES!!! Some of the chapters weren’t even 5 pages long.

A critique group is a – wait for it – a group!! of people who read each other’s chapters/books and offer advice on what jumped out to them – what possibly needed the author’s attention – or in other words – what possibly to them was the largest use of over-used words, passive verb filled sentences of awkwardness that ever existed. (A good critique partner would highlight that sentence and tell me it’s 56 words – which is way too long – so I’m not sending this to my critique partner – sorry Mart.)

What I’m trying to tell you – in my slightly ADHD way – is first – the writer needs to get a chapter written and then a critique partner can offer helpful suggestions and then the writer fixes the chapter and then a different critique partner offers new suggestions and then…yup, we’re heading for another long sentence. This process can go on for a while until that moment when the bell goes Ding! Ding! Ding! this chapter is done (for now) and on to chapter 2.

Then there is a beta reader – someone reads the whole book looking for issues. And possibly more than one beta reader.

Let’s skip the searching for an agent and go right to publication – there are editor edits – more than one round- and lastly gallery edits.

So how does a writer do it? With talent. Hard work. Dedication. And a mass of wonderful behind the scenes people who also put hours of their talent and hard work into helping an error filled mess of a chapter become the latest you book you want to read.

To all of those who have helped on my latest book and all the ones before – I offer my humblest, heartfelt thanks.

Art is messy before it is beautiful and even song writers go through a messy phase before the song is written.

Darien spends an afternoon working in his private recording studio.

EXCERPT from Darien’s Desire

Past the small kitchen and eating area was the sound studio with a piano, guitar, and a set of drums. That was where the magic was created. The magic that had earned him several Grammy nominations and five Grammys, plus a stupid amount of money. And the adoration of millions. He chuckled. Scratch that. Ego’s big enough as it is.

The cool air-conditioned air chilled his skin as he entered. He pulled open the fridge door, grabbed a Diet Coke, popped the tab and sat at the piano. Staring down from the wall was a poster of his rock idol, Jim Morrison, and leaning on the piano’s music desk was a messy sheet of music. There were scrawls in red, blue and black ink, with large sections scribbled over, other parts crossed out and some circled with arrows highlighting them. The chaos that turned into beautiful music.

He glanced up at his walls. Two sides were lined with framed versions of the same multi-colored chaos with a gold record next to it. His musical legacy.

Mr. Stichler, the local reverend, had noticed his musical talent at choir practice and suggested lessons with Mrs. Greise, who after six years passed him up to The Music Academy, where his talents shone. He honed his piano skills, along with his voice and his composing, and all that hard work paid off. Although there’d been a lot of days when he just wanted to throw it all away and go play baseball.

He flipped the page over and scanned the chorus.

Here I stand

I’m just a man

In love

With you.

He shook his head. Lyrics always sounded so lame without the music.

 

BLURB:

It’s complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey’s life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?

Darien Scott, Grammy award winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood’s sexiest stars.

With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien’s life—real or not—it’s hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?

Darien’s Desire is available at Amazon and Extasy Books.

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Reviewed by Jenna ~ What Happens in Bangkok by Daryl Devore

Because one of my favorite movies is The Birdcage, and because I had a friend in college who was in a drag show once (I was his dresser, but that’s a story for another day), the premise of this book grabbed me from the moment I read the blurb. It’s a fast-paced erotic, romantic thriller that will keep you turning pages late into the night. I did that a couple of nights, despite knowing I had to get up the next morning. Couldn’t put it down.

The premise concerns a rock singer (Darien) who witnesses a mob-like hit in a bar in Thailand. He escapes alive and finds his brother (Brian) who is working as a drag performer in the city. The brother gets the great idea for the rock star to high out in the drag club as a performer. The catch: he’s straight, the owner of the club (Erika) is a straight woman, they’re interested in each other, but not willing to confess their feelings or identities. Oh, and the mob (Triad) is still trying to find the rock star.

There are more than enough complications to go around, to keep the reader wondering if and when Darien and Erika will realize the truth about each other before the mob can gun both of them down. It’s not just your run of the mill romantic suspense, however. Daryl Devore makes you care about these characters, makes them come alive, as well as the drag club and that very colorful culture.

I will warn you that the book ends on a bit of a cliff hanger, but book 2, Darien’s Desire, is already out and continues the story. Book three is still in the works, but should be out shortly.

If you like a great romantic suspense that includes an exotic setting, colorful secondary characters, a strong hero and heroine, and a pretty dastardly villain, you should love What Happens in Bangkok, even though what happens in Bangkok doesn’t tend to stay there. 🙂

What Happens in Bangkok is available at Amazon.

BLURB:

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he’s running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number one.

Disguised as a drag queen, he’s hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number two.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number three?

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