BURIED AGENDAS WITH DONNELL ANN BELL

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Please welcome Donnell Ann Bell to my blog. Below are a few words about her fantastic book and an excerpt. There’s a raffle copter to go with it. So post those comments and share the news.

I know Donnell from the Romance Writers of America Romance Suspense/Mystery Chapter aka Kiss of Death. Donnell is well known in our chapter for her books and helpfulness. Enter to win a copy of her book Buried Agendas or  one of her great Dammit Dolls. Read on to find out how you can win. You can also scoop up a copy at your favorite places to buy books. The links are listed below.

Title:                Buried Agendas

Release:          November 7, 2014

Genre:                         Suspense with Romantic Elements

Blog Tour:       December 8, 2014 – December 12, 2014

Buy Links:        Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo

Book Summary:

A devastating secret drove her from the man she loved.  Will a secret equally as deadly lead her back to him?

Diana Reid is an investigative reporter skilled at uncovering other people’s secrets. It’s her own she works to keep buried. Eight years earlier, she promised to leave her fiancé and hometown of Diamond, Texas forever. That pledge vanishes when she receives a letter stating people are going to die, implicating her hometown’s largest employer, and making a veiled threat against her mother. With no other choice, Diana will return to Diamond, albeit in disguise, to discover the anonymous author.

Brad Jordan moved on with his life after Diana walked out on him. Just as he rebuilt his life, as the newly elected mayor of Diamond, and newly engaged to be married, he plans to rebuild his struggling hometown.  Those plans are threatened when an El Paso physician notifies Brad that she believes his family’s company, Jordan Industries, is conducting illegal practices and sacrificing the public’s health.

When the doctor suggests bringing in Diana to uncover the wrongdoing, Brad strongly opposes the idea. Still, when she appears despite his wishes, he’s forced to accept that a woman he vowed to forget may be his only option to get to the truth. Together Diana Reid and Brad Jordan face a dangerous adversary—one whose only intent is keeping a deadly agenda buried.

About the Author

Donnell Ann Bell grew up in New Mexico and today lives in Colorado.  A homebody at heart, she concentrates on suspense that might happen in her neck of the woods – writing SUSPENSE TOO CLOSE TO HOME.  She is the author of The Past Came Hunting, Deadly Recall and Betrayed, all of which have been e-book best sellers. Buried Agendas is her newest release. Along with veteran police officer Wally Lind, Donnell co-owns Crimescenewriters, a Yahoo group putting law enforcement experts together with writers. Donnell loves to hear from readers.

Author Links: Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads

 

Giveaway Details

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Excerpt

Diana curbed a jealous retort and moved to the nightstand. She yanked open a top drawer and withdrew the want ads she’d skimmed early that morning after she’d checked in. In bright red, she’d circled, Help wanted, mailroom clerk, Jordan Industries. High school diploma, drug test required.

“If your fiancée recognized me, I’d be behind bars. I deliberately failed my typing test and listed no experience on the application.”

For the first time, he smiled. The old Brad, the Brad she thought she knew. “What name did you use?”

“Candace Armstrong.”

“Okay.” He motioned to the letter. “So how can a mailroom employee find out what the author meant by ‘people are going to die’?”

“The same way I do every story, by asking questions.”

“Who’s Ronnie?”

“Who?”

Brad pointed to the tattoo on her ankle.

“Oh,” Diana smiled. “He’s no one.”

Brad’s gaze shot to her face, and for a second, she thought she saw pain. Don’t be absurd. The man’s engaged. Irrationally, Diana felt betrayed.

“Seriously, he’s no one. Ronnie doesn’t exist. And neither does this tattoo. It’s henna, and part of my disguise.”

Brad shook his head and he scowled. “You swear to me you didn’t talk to Liz this week.”

“I swear, I haven’t spoken to her . . .” But maybe I should.

“Give me one reason to go along with this?”

Diana lowered her head. She wanted to tell him because the Brad Jordan she’d once known stood for integrity and honesty. The Brad Jordan she’d loved, and unfortunately still did, had wanted to make a difference. She couldn’t believe he’d run for a mayoral position if that wasn’t still true.

Lifting her head, she met his gaze. “Because you know I had nothing to do with that letter, and you want to know what’s going on, too.”

As he traversed the dingy hotel room, Diana sensed he was wavering. He’d asked too many questions to turn her away now. If he said yes, she had a long list to accomplish before Monday. She’d take her physical, head for El Paso, and spend her weekend at the library researching Jordan Industries.

Brad stopped pacing. “I have no doubt that you’re worried about your mom. But when you said you weren’t out to hurt me or Jordan Industries, were you being truthful?”

“I meant every word.”

“All right. I’ll give you two weeks to investigate if you go along with the following conditions.”

She swallowed. “I’m listening.”

“If, after two weeks, you’ve found nothing, you’ll give up this charade and go home.”

She stared back at him. Diana could easily agree to Brad’s terms. She expelled a pent-up breath. “I accept that condition.”

“Second, you will never report a word of what you find or release a word to the media. If you do, I have more than enough witnesses to prove you entered Jordan Industries illegally, and I’ll file charges against you.”

Hurt morphed into anger. “Are you saying if something’s going on, you won’t report it?”

“Not at all. I’ll be the first one to call the police.”

“Then . . . I don’t understand.”

He unrolled his sleeves and grabbed his tie. “I’m saying no way in hell will I allow negative information against my family’s company to benefit your career. I don’t trust you, Diana, especially after what I saw today. We’ll see if you’re really concerned about your mother, or if you’re after a story.” Brad opened the door. “You don’t have to agree to the second part of my conditions right now. I’ll have my answer when you don’t show up on Monday.”

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My Reivew of Man Law by Adrienne Giordano

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MAN LAW is a book for your keeper shelf. I’ve read it several times. I love the book.
I have a secret to share about this book.
When Adrienne began writing Man Law, we both were members of the online critique group known as LethaLadies.

I’m giving you a spoiler alert. A major character dies. The death of this person pushes Vic out of his safe zone. It forces him to change, to grow to learn and develop. When Adrienne did this and it went through the group everyone of us threw a fit against her doing this. But when this happens it changess Vic for the better.

In writing we call this the inciting incident. This incident taught me as an unpublished author what you have to do a character to create the black moment to make the character move forward in life.

Now I have a second spoiler alert. Gina and Vic’s family will increase. But you can only find out how this happens and when if you read the rest of the books in the Private Protector Series. You won’t regret buying the books. They’re all keepers. Even Billy from this book gets his turn at love. But that’s all I’m sharing. Enjoy the excerpts and go grab a copy when you finish.

Excerpt from Man Law by Adrienne Giordano

Chapter One

Man Law: Never mess with your best friend’s sister.

“Ah, shit.” Vic Andrews, butthead supreme, listened to the churn of the ocean’s waves. Or was it his life skittering off its axis?
Gina laughed that belly laugh of hers and he couldn’t help smiling. He extracted himself from her lush little body and rolled off. The St. Barth sand stuck to his back. Yep, they’d worked up a sweat. Salty sea air invaded his nostrils and he inhaled, letting the moisture flood his system.
Jesus Hotel Christ.
What had he been thinking? He’d been heading back to his room after closing down the resort’s bar and there she was, the girl—er, woman—of his dreams, crying on the beach. No condition for her to be in after witnessing her brother’s marriage to the love of his life.
Vic didn’t mention the fact it was 3:00 a.m. and she was alone on a secluded beach where any drunken asshole, like him, could have at her. Although technically he wasn’t drunk. Buzzed maybe. Big difference. Besides, they’d been at a wedding. Buzzed was allowed.
Gina moved and he finally turned toward her. “I’m—”
“No, absolutely not,” she said. She swiped at her curly mane of dark hair. Her face gave away nothing, but that meant squat. Gina knew how to hide bad moods.
The whoosh of the ocean lapping against the shore distracted him and he stared into the blackness.
“What did I say?” he asked.
“You were going to apologize. I don’t want to hear it.”
Apologize? Him? “I’m not sorry.” He touched her arm. “Are you?”
Please don’t say you’re sorry. Please.
That would be all he needed. He’d just freakin’ obliterated the sister rule Mike had invoked nearly a million—maybe two million—times. The sister rule was Man Law, and Man Laws were about the only rules Vic followed.
He only wanted to check on her, and before he knew it, voila, the clothes were off, the condom was on and they were humping like bunnies right there on the beach. At least no one saw them. All the well-meaning people were asleep.
Gina brushed sand from her legs and stood to straighten the sliplike dress he’d shoved up over her hips. The silky fabric glided over her curves, and the activity in Vic’s lower region made him groan. A thirty-five year-old mother of three, and she was killing him. He should be ashamed.
Screw that.
She was right there. Right there. And, because he’d probably never get the opportunity again, he should grab her and—
“I’m not sorry,” Gina said. “Not about the sex. I’m sorry about other things, but this, I loved.”
Vic retrieved his pants and stood. Gina and her honesty. Good or bad, she just put it out there and didn’t worry about the repercussions. He guessed it came from losing her husband at the age of thirty-one. She had nothing to lose.
“I need to go,” she said, watching him with her big brown eyes as the moonlight drenched her face. He put his shirt on. Did she have to look at him that way? Particularly when he wanted a replay.
“Aren’t the kids bunking with your folks?”
“They are, but you know how Matthew is. He might search for me.”
Fifteen-year-old Matt, her eldest son, took his job as man of the family seriously.
“Right. Okay.” Vic motioned toward the resort. “I’ll walk you.”
Gina held up a hand. “I’ll be fine.”
Nuh-uh. No way. “I am going to walk you. It’s late and you shouldn’t go by yourself.”
Hell, she shouldn’t have been out here alone in the first place, but he knew she’d tear him a few new ones if he said it.
She stood there, peering up at him and—God—she was fantastic. She had a classic oval face with high cheekbones and a nose he knew she hated. For over two years now he’d imagined running his finger over the little bump in it, but never dared. Every inch of her seemed perfectly imperfect.
Blown sister rule.
Gina shoved her fingers through her curls. “We screwed up. I can’t believe it. We’ve been so good.”
“We didn’t screw up. We had a simultaneous brain fart. Again.”
She laughed and shook her head.
“Anyway, walk me to the edge of the beach. You can see my room from there and can watch me go up.”
“Gina, what’s the big deal? Nobody will know we just—” he waved his hand, “—you know.”
“It’ll be better if you don’t walk me. With his mental radar, Michael is probably waiting by the door. On his damned wedding night. I swear he’s a freak. He should stay out of it.”
Oh, boy. She was getting fired up. Maintenance mode. His friend needed protection. They were both ex-special ops, but they didn’t stand a chance against all five foot three of Gina.
“Mike loves you. He’s trying to protect you.”
“From you? You’re his best friend.”
Vic ran his hands over her shoulders. “Yeah, but I’m not right for you.”
“The circumstances aren’t right. That’s true, but he doesn’t have to keep reminding me.”
“He does it to me too.”
They strolled to the edge of the beach, and he squeezed her hand. Don’t go. Just stay for a while. All he wanted was more time with her. Not a lot to ask.
On tiptoes, she brushed a kiss over his lips. A little hum escaped his throat. What the hell was that?
“I had a great time,” she said. “You were just what I needed.”
“I think a ‘but’ is coming.”
“We can’t do this again.”
Yep. Not good. “I know.”
She pulled her hand from his and hauled ass toward her room. Away from him.
He waited while she went up the stairs and she stopped in front of the window of the room next to hers. A minute later the door opened and Matt came out. He turned and, apparently using his Spidey sense, looked straight at Vic.
And we’re busted.

Chapter Two

Man Law: Never get caught.

Six Weeks Later

“You got me,” Vic said when Lynx picked up the phone.
Whose number had he just called? Knowing Lynx, he probably talked some unsuspecting blonde into letting him use her phone. His old army buddy now worked for the State Department and was completely paranoid about their calls being traced. When Lynx wanted to speak with Vic regarding sensitive matters, he sent a fax—a fax for God’s sake—from the FedEx store down the street from his D.C. office. Vic would call him back from a secure line—in this case a prepaid cell phone.
“You’re in a jackpot.”
Vic sat straighter in his desk chair. “Translate.” Lynx had a flair for drama, and being in a jackpot could mean a whole lot of bullshit things.
“The job you did for us last month.”
A car horn honked from Lynx’s end. He must be outdoors. “The Israel thing?”
“Yeah. The brother is pissed at you.”
“There’s a shocker. The sheikh should be pissed at someone.”
Namely Vic, who’d been hired by a secret U.S. government agency to take out the sheikh’s little brother, an Osama wannabe. Mike, the CEO of Taylor Security, liked to call them off-the-books jobs.
“No,” Lynx said. “He’s pissed at you. Your cover is blown.”
Vic’s shoulders went rock hard. He’d need a sledgehammer to get them loose again.
“What the fuck, Lynx?”
“Hey, I’m just giving you rumor mill here, but it’s coming from a good source. My contact at the agency accidentally let me find out. The sheikh threw money at someone who threw money at someone, and now he’s got your name.”
He shot out of his chair, every muscle in his body seizing. “Son of a bitch. Who gave me up? There can’t be six people who knew about that op.”
“Please. With the kind of money this guy can toss around, anyone can be bought.”
Vic grabbed a pencil from the desk, snapped it in half. “Did I get set up?”
“No. Someone got greedy.”
“My ass is in the wind?”
“Yeah. Watch your six. Gotta go.”
Vic punched the button to end the call. He’d wipe the phone clean and destroy it later. No harm in being careful. He stared out his corner office window. Just a businessman enjoying the June sun while the Chicago lunch-hour crowd swarmed the lakefront path. People everywhere.
Deep breath. Work the problem. When he’d taken the Israel job, the agency told him it was a solo mission. He’d sneak into the country as a tourist using a fake passport, and if he got into trouble, no one would pull him out.
He didn’t get into trouble.
He’d completed his mission.
For his country.
And now his cover was blown. Sure sounded like a setup.
The hammering in his ears started, and he stacked his hands on top of his head. This could be crap. Lynx said it was a rumor.
Vic hustled down the hall to Mike’s office and found him at his desk. Early in Vic’s army career, he and Mike were Rangers together and they had a history of saving each other’s asses.
“I got a problem,” Vic said as he stormed into the office and shut the door behind him. He took three deep breaths. Focus.
Mike snapped his head from his computer and stared. His dark eyes had an intensity that drove the ladies wild, but these days he was a one-woman man.
“You heard me right. I got a problem.”
Vic had maybe uttered those words three times in the fifteen years he’d known Mike. Each time, someone had been injured or dead. Mike leaned back in his swanky leather chair. Felix Unger’s contemporary twin could have decorated this place. Everything in chrome, with sharp angles and fancy art. One lone stack of paper sat neatly bundled to the left. Mike didn’t go for mess.
“What’s up?”
“Remember the job I did last month? Lynx just called. My cover is blown. The sheikh spent big bucks to find out who I was.”
Mike squinted. “Those fuckers gave you up?”
“One of them, yeah.”
“Do you know who?”
“Hell no. And it’s too damned bad, because I’d like to break his fucking knee caps.”
Pain shot through Vic’s jaw and he lightened up on the teeth grinding.
“Okay,” Mike said. “We can assume they’re gonna come after you.”
Vic stalked the office. Crap. Sweat beaded down the sides of his face and he swiped at it. He was losing it. Fear was not something he allowed himself, but this rattled him. When was the last time that happened? How about never? The last few months had been this way, though. Something gnawed at him, eating away his insides.
Five years with Delta Force ensured he could take care of this problem, but he didn’t want to do it in a city that had welcomed him when he left the military.
“We got a whole army of guys here ready to cowboy up,” Mike said. “We could even bring a few back from overseas.”
They had at least five hundred men in the Middle East protecting U.S. officials.
“Hell, I trained most of them and you want to put them on me? I can take care of myself.”
Fuckin’ A, bubba. Maybe Vic’s ego was getting in the way, but at thirty-six years old he’d had a whole career of spec ops training. Offering him protection came as an insult.
Mike shook his head. “Hey, asshole, did I say you couldn’t? All I’m saying is we put some muscle around you. Eyes in back of your head.”
Eyes in the back of his head. Mike had been his eyes for years now. Wasn’t he the one who’d given Vic a job when he needed one? Now they were partners. Mike handled high-end security, and Vic handled the civilian contractor assignments. The neutralizing-terrorists stuff.
“There’s no credible threat yet. I’m supposed to tie up man power for a maybe?”
Mike shrugged. “But you think it’s solid, or you wouldn’t have come in here.”
He had him there, and Vic scratched his head. The hammering in his ears went bye-bye, leaving behind the wilting end of the adrenaline rush.
“I brought a shit storm on us.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Are we having a moment here or what? Don’t get ahead of yourself. Let’s see what happens. Meantime, put a team together and I’ll sign off.”
“We may not need them, but I’ll put something on paper.”
“Right. Let’s get someone to sweep your car and your apartment building. Just to be safe.”
Vic nodded. “Already on it.”
“Watch yourself,” Mike said.
This sucked. He should fight this alone, but knew if this guy came after him, he’d need a team. The gut shredding began. People, maybe his friends, were going to die.
And it would be his fault.

Gina had three checks for her brother to sign, one of which was for a company credit card maxed out by an overseas operative. Michael wouldn’t be happy.
A quick stop in the ladies’ room on the third floor allowed her to freshen up. She never knew when she’d run into Vic, but it always helped to be prepared. She fluffed her hair, checked her lipstick and gave herself a once-over in the full-length mirror. She wore the champagne pencil skirt and matching silk blouse her sister-in-law picked out. Not bad. Pretty darn good actually.
Roxann liked helping her choose age-appropriate clothes for the thirty-five-year-old she was, rather than the coed look she’d gotten used to. Gina liked her low-rise jeans and T-shirts, but maybe she was in a rut. A deep one. For four years now.
The romp on the beach with Vic made her realize she needed to make changes. To stop clinging to the person she’d been before Danny died. That person evaporated when a burning building collapsed on her husband and destroyed her world. Accepting the new normal hadn’t come easily, and she’d been fighting it by not altering the tangible things like wearing clothes Danny liked or hanging his uniform in the bedroom closet so she’d see it every day. Keeping things the same meant preserving some part of her cherished husband.
This included focusing on their children. On making them whole when half the parent base had disappeared. Putting their needs first and hers last. Wasn’t that what good mothers did? But somehow Gina the woman got lost, buried under the rubble of a burning building.
The time had come to dig out. Enter Roxann and her all-around good taste. Despite her penchant for classic clothes, Roxann could find things with a little funk to them. She made for a great sister-in-law, and Gina reminded Michael every day he’d better not blow it.
With a final flip of her hair, she left the ladies’ room and headed for Michael’s office. Vic stepped into the hallway, turned and smiled the slow wicked smile that always sent her heart into overdrive. Add the green eyes, the messy blond hair and the oh-so-sexy goatee, and a girl was done for.
“Hey, you,” he said. “What’s going on?”
Gina stopped a foot or two in front of him. Otherwise, she’d get whiplash trying to look up at all six foot five of him.
“I have checks for Michael to sign.”
He glanced toward Michael’s office, then back at her. Something was off. She searched his face, took in the rigid jaw, the crease between his brows and—bam—his eyes. Missing today was the twinkling mischief that promised a girl he’d put a smile on her face but wouldn’t relinquish his emotional armor while doing so.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You seem distracted.”
He smiled the player smile this time. Like that would work on a woman raising three children. Puh-lease. Surely she’d lost her mind thinking he’d admit something to her. “Forget I said anything. If you need to talk, let me know.”
She stepped around him, but he reached for her and a zing shot through her arm. Damn. After that glorious night on the beach he couldn’t touch her without her body betraying her. Not that he’d touched her since then. On the contrary, he usually acted like she had a skin rash.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re right. I am distracted. No big deal.”
“Fine. Just know my offer stands.” She held up the checks. “I need to get these to Michael.”
He pushed a curl from her cheek. What was with him today?
“Look at you.”
“What?”
Vic shrugged. “You look…different.”
Different? What the heck did that mean? “New outfit. Rox helped me with it.”
“Ah.”
Enough of this already. Because, really, she didn’t have time. She was getting nowhere with him when all she wanted was to get somewhere. And then he went and did it. He tilted his head and parted his lips just so slightly and a burst of heat exploded inside her. Suddenly, the hallway seemed tight. Closing in as his stare filled the space. At any second, it would occur to him that he should attempt to mask his feelings. The idiot hadn’t yet realized his ability to hide from her dissolved two years ago in her basement. That had been the first time she’d noticed the look and it still tortured her. Damn him for bringing it all back.
Her fingers twitched at the memory. Kneeling on top of the dryer battling the water that had shot from the pipe and doused her. And Vic staring at her in a way that made her miss having a man to curl up with.
“Holy shit,” he had said.
The words cut through the sound of gushing water and penetrated her focused struggle with the valve. “The handle is stuck.”
His gaze traveled along the ceiling, darting along the pipelines. Slow. Considering.
“Idiot,” she screamed, “the valve is here.”
He stepped around the large puddle forming on the cement floor and stormed to the back corner of the basement. “No kidding, but I’m not getting wet when I can cut the main supply.”
“The main supply?” What?
And suddenly, the river slowed to a trickle. She stared at the pipe, gave it a whack with the wrench. Bastard pipe.
For two years she’d been living as a single mom, dealing with appliances that failed, shoveling snow, getting the car serviced. Never mind raising three kids whose moods shifted like swings in the wind. She been doing it all, hadn’t she?
Without a man.
Until the flipping water valve got stuck. With Michael not around, she’d been forced to call Vic when all she wanted was to take a bat and smash that stupid valve to a million little bits. Just destroy that piece of crap. She pounded her fists on the washer because she didn’t need this evil, blasted, hateful valve making her feel like she needed a man.
Vic stood a few feet from her, hands on his hips. Did his lips quirk? She swore they did. No, sir.
She flicked the wrench at him. “Don’t you laugh. I’ll come down there and beat you to death. You will be bloody if you laugh at me.”
He remained silent. One of his better choices, because she was just mad enough to let him have it. She tossed the wrench down, pushed her saturated hair from her face. “I’m sorry I called you an idiot. That was mean.” She held her hands wide. “Look at me! I’m soaked.”
“Oh, I’m looking.”
The rumble in his tone drew her attention and she found him, head tilted, lips slightly parted, eyes focused on her…chest.
The one encased in a soaking-wet tank top.
A white one.
With a sheer lace bra underneath. Lovely. Her very own wet T-shirt contest. She gasped and spun away because…well…Vic. Never before had he done this, and heat poured into her cheeks.
Two years she’d been without a man’s hands on her. Two long years without passion. Without sex that left her loose limbed and quivering. And he had the nerve to look at her like he wanted nothing more than to put his hands on her.
Wait a second. Why not? She deserved attention. Didn’t she?
Besides, he had great hands. Big hands that let a girl know he’d take care of her.
And then she lost her mind.

Copyright © 2011 by Adrienne Giordano
Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A.

About the Book

Title: Man Law
Series: Private Protectors, #2
Authors: Adrienne Giordano
Release Date: July 4, 2011
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Sale Price &Dates: $0.99 from November 20, 2014 – November 26, 2014
Buy Links: Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Carina Press
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJf-fhWG-Rk&feature=youtu.be

Book Summary:

Security Consultant Vic Andrews lives by his Man Laws:

Never mess with your best friend’s sister
Never get caught
Never get attached

But he can’t deny his irresistible attraction to Gina Delgado, a young widow with three kids and plenty of strings attached. Even so, having a physical relationship doesn’t mean they’re “in a relationship.”
Gina lost her husband to tragedy; she is not getting emotionally involved with another man in a dangerous profession. Sleeping with Vic is just stress relief.

Until one of Vic’s assignments goes wrong and the target selects Gina and her kids for revenge. There’s nothing Vic won’t do to protect Gina and the children–the family he realizes, too late, he wants. He’ll accomplish his mission but will he have lost his only chance at true love?

About the Author

USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

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Touched by The Sandman

Please join me in welcoming Beverly Ovalle to my Blog today. Having read this wonderful story I wanted to share it with you. It’s a beautiful love story about “The Sandman” Aryane   and the woman he falls in love with Alainn.

I could not stop reading once this story began. If you had erotic dreams of a man that made you feel so loved and so special. One that reminded you of day dreams you had as a child. Would you fall for the Sandman?

Bev will stop by to answer questions you might have today. She’s excited about this book and the Blog Tour she’s on to promote it.

TouchedbytheSandman

Title – Touched by the Sandman

 

Author – Beverly Ovalle

 

Genre – Erotic Paranormal

 

Publication Date – March 20, 2014

 

Length (Pages/# Words) – 34

 

Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group

 

Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group

 

 

 

Book Blurb/Synopsis

 

~A lonely woman’s torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~

 

The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.

 

She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?

 

He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.

 

Amazon Kindle Linkhttp://www.amazon.com/Touched-Sandman-Beverly-Ovalle-ebook/dp/B00J5NRIIK/

 

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AUTHOR BIO:

 

Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines.  Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.

 

 

 

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell.  Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

 

 

 

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.

 

 

 

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December is hard for me, and I know it is for countless others who are dealing with the loss of their loved ones. Eric’s birthday was December 7. Last year my daughter gave me my first granddaughter born on his birthday.

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Revocation of Independence

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Author Julie Shelton with her book Loving Sarah

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Today I welcome author Julie Shelton. Welcome to my Blog Julie.

Julie and I met while searching for someone to share a hotel room with during RWA Nationals in Atlanta, GA this coming July. She mentioned her book and I invited her to join me. Please welcome Julie Shelton.

Her book is Loving Sarah.

Q. Tell us a little bit about yourself

I’m recently retired after a 25-year career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. I just moved for the seventeenth time in my life. I spent four months touring Europe on a shoestring budget—forty years ago! England was my favorite of all the places we visited. Amazingly, the girlfriend who went with me is still friends with me! In 1982,Kidstuff, a monthly language-arts resource newsletter for early childhood educators that I wrote, won the 1982 EDPRESS Award, given by the Educational Press Association of America. I love violets, ballet, England, the Middle Ages, gorgeous scenery, reading, and writing. I am the author of Loving Sarah, my first published novel.

Q. Tell us a little bit about Loving Sarah.

Loving Sarah, an M/f/M Menage, BDSM Collection, with a Heat Rating of Sextreme, was published by Siren-Bookstrand on November 28, 2012.

COVER BLURB

Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.

She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.

But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison? Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

Q: Sounds delicious. What are you working on at the moment?

The sequel to Loving Sarah, titled Owning Sarah. It completes the story of Sarah, Jesse and Adam and includes a collaring ceremony, some M/M action, a devastating car crash, a visit to a sex club, a raid on an armed skinhead encampment, and a wedding, not necessarily in that order. I’m hoping to complete it in the next three weeks.

Q. Why did you decide to write romance novels?

Because that’s what I’ve been reading all my adult life, ever since I discovered Mary Stewart and Phyllis Whitney many, many, many years ago. I’ve also been writing romance novels all my adult life, just never sending them out to any publishers. Until Loving Sarah. BDSM, which I incorporated into Loving Sarah, is a fairly recent discovery on my part and I’m so intrigued by it, I plan to incorporate it in all my current and future projects.

Q. What influenced you to send your novel off to a publisher? And why Siren-Bookstrand?

I felt that Loving Sarah was a really well-written book, with enormously appealing characters, an exciting plot and a once-in-a-lifetime romance that was at once sweet and scorching hot. I felt it compared favorably with books written by my favorite best-selling authors and that it had the potential of providing pleasure and entertainment to a lot of people. Plus, lol, I figured it would be a good way to earn a little pocket change. (Obviously, I did not check this assumption with any currently-published romance authors).

Siren was the first publisher I submitted it to, mainly because they publish many of my favorite authors. Around three weeks after I sent it off, they emailed me and asked me to make a few minor changes (mainly, upping the heroine’s age at the time of an attempted rape, from seventeen to eighteen). I figured this was a pretty good sign, thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered to ask for the changes. They offered to publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.

Q: Could you tell us a couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write?

Round up the usual suspects—Lora Leigh, Maya Banks, Cherise Sinclair, Sophie Oak, Lisa Marie Rice, Lauren Dane, Joey W. Hill, Leah Brooke, Eden Bradley, Kristen Ashley, the list goes on and on. My earliest influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.

Q. What were some early influences on your writing?

Nancy Drew and Mad magazine.

Q. Where do your ideas come from?

Everything I’ve ever seen, read, heard or done. I wrote an entire Medieval Historical romance just from seeing a blue gown worn by a minor female character in the movie Becket. The entire novel just sprang into my mind fully-blown. I could hardly write it down fast enough. I wrote it on 3 x 5 index cards, one sentence at a time, so I could switch the order of sentences or entire scenes more easily. I still have it, as a matter of fact. It’s in two shoeboxes on top of my bookcase.

Q. Do you feel humor is important in romantic fiction?

I feel that humor is important in everything! I can’t imagine how dreary life would be without it.

Q. Do you listen to music while you’re writing?

Sometimes. Although, when I put music on, I usually put it on to listen to it, so I find it distracting to have it on when I write because I find myself tapping my feet, bopping in my chair, or singing or humming along with it. See? Distracting. That being said, I happen to be listening to music right now as I write this—the soundtrack from the movie Rudy.

Q. What is your favorite kind of music?

Classical. Followed by movie soundtracks, Folk music of the 60’s, and light rock—especially the 80’s rock ballads. I also love Christmas music, but only (Spoiler Alert!) at Christmas.

Q. Are sex scenes easy or difficult to write?

Easy, in that I know where all the parts go. Difficult in finding exciting and interesting new ways to describe how the parts get there and what happens as a result. Otherwise it’s a medical treatise. After all, there are only a finite number of words in the English language suitable for describing an orgasm. And they’ve all been used ad nauseum.

Q. Name three things that inspire you?

Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, the Smoky mountains, England’s Royal Ballet’s version of Romeo and Juliet, starring Wayne Eagling and Alessandra Ferri, with choreography by Sir Kenneth MacMillan, and medieval illuminated manuscripts. Okay, that’s four things. So sue me.

Q. What was your favorite part about becoming a published author?

Getting the email from Siren telling me they wanted to publish my book. (I framed it) Seeing my cover for the first time. (It’s immortalized on a T-shirt). Reading all the glowing 4, 4.5, and 5-star reviews it has already received and continues to receive. Seeing it on Amazon, my favorite website of all time. Getting my first royalty check (small, very small).

Q. How about your least favorite part?

Having to promote, publicize and, basically, pimp my book. If I don’t do it, it doesn’t get done. For someone like me, who is totally non-computer savvy, this has been an unendingly frustrating nightmare. Hopefully, by the time Owning Sarah is published, I will be more of an expert at it. (But I’m not holding my breath.)

Q. What’s your favorite part of Loving Sarah?

The soul-deep emotional bond these three people share. And the smoldering hot sex. Oh, and the part between page 1 and page 291. And did I mention the sex?

Q. What did you think when you first saw your cover?

Honestly? Since my heroes are both 6’3 and Sarah is only 5’3, my first thought was, “The guys are too short.” But the more I looked at those three gorgeous people, the more I realized that the photographer had made the heroine stand on a box (lol). Now I absolutely love it.

Q. Have your ever experienced writer’s block? If so, how do you work through it?

I go back and rewrite/edit the last scene I wrote, or I go through my notes, looking for scenes, dialogue, or fragments of ideas that might inspire me. Or I read. I try to avoid writer’s block altogether by stopping at a point where I know what’s coming next and can pick right up on it the next session.

Q. What are the elements of a great romance for you?

Great characters, a sweet, tender love story, conflict, heartache, and, since I write erotic romances, lots and lots of hot, steamy sex.

Q. Where do we find out more about you and your books?

My website at http://www.juliesheltonauthor.com

My Facebook Page at http://www.facebook.com/Juliesheltonauthor

My Goodreads Author Page at http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16162502-loving-sarah

Q.: Dogs or cats?

Cats

Q. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Pistachio

Q. Coke or Pepsi?

Coke. Definitely Coke.

Q. Coffee or tea?

Coke. Definitely Coke.

Q. Leather or Lace?

Lace. And Velvet. And silk. Oh, and satin. Yeah, satin…with lace…

Q. Now or Later?

Hoping for Now, I’ll probably get Later.

Q. Sparkles or Bursting into flames?

Without a doubt, Bursting.

Q. Guilty Pleasure?

Coke. Definitely Coke. When the Coca Cola company made their epically boneheaded decision to go with Coke II, I thought my life was over.

ADULT EXCERPT

Jesse’s hands reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly pulling the flaps up out of her jeans. The fabric parted, revealing the dusky slopes of her breasts, the shadowed valley between them. For a moment he just stood and stared, breathing harshly. Then he reached inside, skimming his hands up the sides of her rib cage, nudging the shirt off her

shoulders and down her arms. It dropped to the floor, baring her completely above the waist. Her nipples distended, becoming hard little beads of pleasure.

Adam’s hands came around her from behind to cup her breasts, lifting them, kneading

them, marveling at the pink flush spreading across her creamy skin. “Christ, Sarah, you have the most beautiful breasts,” he whispered in awe. “They’re perfect, absolutely perfect.”

She moaned, pressing back against his hard chest, arching her back to give him fuller access. He flicked his thumbs rapidly across both nipples, sending aching curls of sensation straight to her clit. She cried out in rapture, lifting her hands to hold him harder against her. Giving her nipples a hard pinch, he twisted and rolled them back and forth, making her cry out sharply.

“Oh! God!” She hissed in her breath as pleasure shot straight to her pussy. She had never been more aroused or more wet in her life. Her clit pounded, sending need pulsing through her with every frantic beat of her heart.

Jesse unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. “Step out.”

Shivering, she did as she was told.

While Adam continued to plump her breasts, Jesse’s hands grazed the smooth, firm skin of her belly, hips and ass. He cupped her mound and she let out a groan, squirming as he skimmed two fingers through her wet folds. Chuckling softly, Jesse pulled his hand away, nodding for Adam to do the same, leaving her bereft and panting and whimpering with loss. “Kneel up, little sub.” The harshness of Jesse’s tone sent her heart plummeting to her feet.

“Um….”

“On your knees, back straight, eyes down, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind your

neck, elbows out.”

Sarah sank to her knees, trying to maneuver into the awkward position.

“Bend your toes forward.” He pushed against her knees with the toe of his boot. “Legs

wider apart. We want to see our wet, shiny pussy.”

Good Lord. She had never felt more vulnerable in her entire life. Or more aroused. She was completely naked, her glistening folds exposed to the avid gazes of two Dominant men. Her entire body hummed, shivering with the excitement coursing through her. She was floating, buoyed by currents of energy that seemed to flow through her like electricity. She was sparking, crackling, like short-circuiting live wires.

Adam stepped around her, his jeans open. His fist was wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, slicking his thumb over the slit, picking up the pre-cum that dribbled from it to lubricate his glide. He stood directly in front of her, his cock mere inches from her face.

She stared, transfixed by his long, hard, elegant penis, thick and nearly purple with engorged blood, curving upward from a nest of dark blond curls. Longer than Jesse’s. Thinner than Jesse’s. The shiny satin knob flared out at the end of a stalk that was heavily corded with thick veins. His balls were suspended beneath the base of that stalk like two ripe plums.

She could hardly wait to taste him.

Grabbing her chin with one hand, he forced her gaze upward. “You are not actually a slave, Sarah, but we are going to give you a slave name. A name we will call you when we are ready to use your delectable body for our pleasure, like right now. When we address you by this name, you are to stop what you are doing and assume the ’Kneel Up’ position and await our further orders, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Good Lord, had she just called him…Master? The title fell so naturally from her lips she hadn’t even realized it.

“Good girl. Many Masters give their slaves demeaning names, like ‘Hole’ or ‘Thing’ or ‘Worm’. But we love and respect you, and we honor the gift of your submission. Therefore, your slave name will be Sunny, because you are like sunshine to us.”

Her throat tightened as if being gripped by an invisible hand. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

“That doesn’t mean we won’t punish you when you’ve done something to earn it,” he chuckled. “We will. Punishment, after all, is merely a tool for us to use in order to make you a better sub. It is our gift to you, and you will thank us for it every time we administer it.”

“Yes, Master.”

Releasing her chin, he pressed the weeping tip of his cock against her nose. “Smell it, Sunny. Smell my cock.” She inhaled his musk and her mouth began to water uncontrollably. She gulped, knowing that her mouth was just the first of many holes that this cock would eventually penetrate tonight. What was she doing? She had to be completely insane! But even as her mind questioned, her body was already betraying her. Eyes closing, she leaned toward him slightly and drew his musky, masculine scent into the bottom of her lungs.

“Lick the head.”

She stuck out her tongue and curled it around the spongy head, licking up the pearly drops of pre-cum that oozed from the tiny slit.

“Open your eyes, Sunny.”

Her gaze flew up to meet the glittering hardness of his.

“Now, I am going to allow you to suck my cock. Use your mouth only. You have two minutes to make me come. Every minute it takes you beyond that limit will earn you five swats on your bare ass, do you understand?”

She gulped. “Y-yes, Master.”

“You must not come. This is for my pleasure, not yours. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Open up.” He forced her chin downward and held her jaw immobile as he slowly fed her the tip of his massive cock. “I like it wet, so lots of spit. You must swallow all of my cum.”

Here are just a few of the nice things people are saying about this superbly sexy book.

THREE PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS

5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews. “I’d be interested in reading the next offering Julie Shelton has in store for us salivating readers.”

4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. “Ms. Shelton did an excellent job in developing the characters.”

“The book is filled with gut-wrenching moments that pull at your heart.”

4.5 Rating from Risque Reviews. “Compelling and gripping novel.” “Sex scenes were so sultry, it felt as if the pages actually started to steam.” “Can’t wait to read more from this author.” Winner Top Pick Award.

READER REVIEWS

5 Stars. “50 Shades of Grey was good…well, it ain’t got nothing on Loving Sarah.” Jaime

5 Stars. “Read this book.” Mendi

5 Stars. “Loved this story.” Marcella

5 Stars. “Intense but wonderful read.” Daphnie

5 Stars. “Awesome book.” L. Manci

5 Stars. “Can’t wait for the sequel.” JoJo

5 Stars. “A really well-written book.” Angie

5 Stars. “Fabulous story—a really outstanding book!” dasm

5 Stars. “Great new author!!!” Augusting

5 Stars. “Julie Shelton does not disappoint.” BookJunkie

5 Stars. “I love this storyline and these amazing characters.”

Loving Sarah is available for purchase at:

AMAZON

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BARNES & NOBLE

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loving-sarah-julie-shelton/1114052264?ean=9781622420599

SIREN-BOOKSTRAND

http://www.bookstrand.com/loving-sarah

KOBOBOOKS

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SONY

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