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Monday, 31 August 2020

Spotlight on two books by Shiela Stewart - Discovery in Passion and Escape in Passion #paranormal #suspense #romance

 

Shiela Stewart

Spotlight on two book - Discovery and Escape in Passion
Paranormal/ Suspense Romance.

 

Bio

Shiela Stewart is a paranormal suspense author with a writing history that stems back to her youth.  Always a dreamer, wondering if her stories would ever reach an audience, she was finally published in 2006 and hasn’t stopped since.  It is rare to find a stand-alone book as she prefers series stories. Her longest-running series to date is her Darkness series, which is a vampire romance.

Her joy for scary suspense is evident in each of her books. She has had several accomplishments, including fighting for the top spot in the rankings with author Stephanie Myers, receiving glowing reviews as well as interviews on local television and reviews and interviews in The Romantic Times Magazine.

When not writing, Shiela spends her time with the love of her life, William, and their children and grandchildren. Her strong affection for animals is evident in the many cats she cares for.

Her favourite time of the day is at sunset.

 


Discovery in Passion: Book 1:
 
 Wanting to start fresh, Cassie Evans relocates to the small town of Passion where she moves into the home of her dreams, complete with a dreamy next-door neighbour, artist, and handyman Thomas Healy. The only problem is, the house she bought just might be haunted.
 
 Thomas Healy lives a life of solitude, and that suits him just fine. Then Cassie Evans moves in next door and begins to turn his peaceful life upside down. He tries to ignore her, but ignoring a woman as beautiful as Cassie isn’t so easy, especially when she shows up at your door, naked, begging for you to paint her. Thomas’ first mistake was to agree to it, his second was to take Cassie to bed, now she’s all he can think about.
 
 When their blossoming love is overshadowed by a ghostly haunting, the curious Cassie launches an investigation into the life and death of her home’s previous owner, uncovering a mystery and attracting the attention of a killer. Where will Cassie’s discovery lead her? To the love of her life or to death itself?

Excerpt:

Since she had nowhere to go but outside, Cassie rested her bags on the patio floor, and held the door for them while they moved the sofa outside. Her mouth absolutely watered watching the muscles bulging in the arms beneath Thomas’ shirt. She wouldn’t mind watching him work all day. She let out a long sigh after she left the room. In no time at all, they had the furniture moved to her garage and her dining room back to nearly empty with only the table and chairs in it.

“I’ve ordered the hardwood, and it’ll be here in two days,” Thomas spoke as he walked past her.

“Two days?”

“It takes time to order that much in and have it delivered. And it’ll give me time to sand down the floorboards and clean them before laying the hardwood down. That stain on the carpet went right down to the floorboards.”

“Yeah, I don’t know where that came from. It wasn’t there when I first got here.”

“Probably just didn’t see it. “

“No, it wasn’t there,” Cassie insisted.

“That’s the spot the Talbots were killed,” Pete piped in, carrying a few of the bags from Cassie’s trunk.

“Why, thank you, Pete. You didn’t need to carry in the groceries.”

He shrugged. “I wasn’t doing anything else.”

“What did you say when you came in?” Cassie took the bags from him and set them on the counter.

“Edward and Luanne Talbot were murdered in the living room here by their only son. He offed himself right after in his bedroom.”

He’d caught her attention now. Turning to him, Cassie’s eyes widened. “Someone was murdered in my house?”

“Yeah…um…about ten years ago, I think, yeah, it’s nearly ten.  First murder-suicide on the record in this town,” Pete added, tapping a finger on his head. “Everyone talked about it for a long time. Still do, on occasion.”

Cassie stared at him, her mouth open.

“You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know.” Murdered. In her home. She shivered. “Are you telling me that no one replaced that carpet after the murders?” Cassie shivered again.

“Oh, sure, it’s been replaced a few times, but that stain always comes through. People say the place is haunted.”

“People tend to gossip a lot in small towns. Are there more bags in Miss Evans’ trunk, Pete?” Thomas inquired.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you should go get them,” Thomas prodded.

“Sure thing.”

“Did you know about this?” Cassie asked Thomas after Pete had left.

“I’d heard rumours. But only that, rumours. Small towns are full of them. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“Oh, sure, easy for you to say. You don’t live in a haunted house.” Cassie looked around uneasily. Why hadn’t she been informed of the history when she’d purchased it? That explained the price being so low.

“This place isn’t haunted.” Thomas walked to the door and took the bags from Pete. “I’ve got a guy coming in tomorrow to look at the walls. He says he can have them painted for you the same day if you pick colours he can get quickly. I’d rather have the walls painted before I do the hardwood.”

“You called a guy about painting for me? How sweet. Okay, that works for me. I like fast.” Cassie winked at him, knowing full well he caught the sexual innuendo in her words. “I want the walls in aquamarine.”

 “Hopefully, he can get that for you.”

“They’re not hard to mix. I guess I won’t be sitting in my living room any time soon. Hey, where did you put my TV?”

“In your bedroom. I figured you’d want to watch something while we fix up the place.”

“You were in my bedroom?” Her voice dipped low and sultry.

“To put the TV in it.”

Her eyes lowered, and she smiled. “Uh huh.”

“This is all of it,” Pete spoke, entering with the last bag and a large boxed fan.

“Thank you, Pete. You are a sweetie.” She took the bags, and then leaned in to kiss his cheek. He was too young for her, but she enjoyed making him blush. “Would you boys like something to drink?”

Face flushing, Pete responded. “I’ll take a rain check. I have to go to another job. Call me later, Tom, and let me know when to be here to do the floor.”

“You bet.”

“Bye, Pete. He’s cute,” Cassie added after he’d left the house.

“He has a girlfriend,” Thomas stated, leaving the kitchen and heading to the living room.

“I have no doubt. He is a sweetie. Were you implying that I might be making a move on him?”

“It was only a comment.”

The floor looked like hell, and she could see the stain in the wood. Shuddering at the thought of where it had come from, Cassie turned her attention back to Thomas. “No, it wasn’t. You thought I was making a pass at him.”

“It was obvious you were.” He crouched down with his hammer and began hammering down loose nails.

She took offense. “Well, I wasn’t.”

“Why did you kiss him on the cheek, then?”

“I like to flirt, but I wasn’t making a pass at him. I’m more direct when I make my passes.” She knelt down beside him. “Like this.” Taking his chin in her hand, Cassie moved in for the kiss. She made it quick, but definitely potent, and when she released him, Cassie could tell he’d been affected by it. “That was a pass.” Leaving him with the taste of her lips on his, Cassie headed up the stairs to change into her bikini.

 


Escape in Passion:
 
 Victor Davis is a man trying to escape the tragedy of his past. Several months ago, a bullet that meant for him killed his girlfriend by mistake. Now struggling to move on, Victor’s taken over as the chief of police of Passion. Vic knows everyone in Passion, so naturally, he can’t help but notice when beautiful stranger, Julia Wilson moves into the small town.
 
 Mysterious and alluring, Julia came to Passion with one thing on her mind, avenging the death of her sister. Desperate to find the truth, and keeping her true identity a secret, Julia enters into an affair with the one man she thinks might be able to give her answers—Victor Davis.
 
 Lust and love run rampant when Victor and Julia enter into a torrid romance. But Julia’s deception turns dangerous, and secrets from Victor’s past soon threaten their fragile relationship. Murder, kidnapping, and an escape that you’ll never forget.

Social Media:

Website: www.shielastewart.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shiela.stewart

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShielaSue

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/shielasstewart/

Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y6fwo44r

Publisher: https://clublighthousepublishing.com/productPage/Index

 

 

 

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Friday, 28 August 2020

NASA’s Mars 2020 Perseverance rover launches from Space Launch Complex 41 #FridaysinSpace #Space #Perseverance




A United Launch Alliance Atlas V rocket with NASA’s Mars 2020 Perseverance rover onboard launches from Space Launch Complex 41, Thursday, July 30, 2020, at Cape Canaveral Air Force Station in Florida. The Perseverance rover is part of NASA’s Mars Exploration Program, a long-term effort of robotic exploration of the Red Planet. Photo Credit: (NASA/Joel Kowsky)



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Sunday, 16 August 2020

After Julie crashes her helicopter in the Louisiana swamp, she finds help from a sexy scientist... Amber Daulton's Lost Hearts int he Bayou fromt the Sultry Summer Sizzle Anthology - Amber Daulton #hotread #romance #anthology



 Short Story Anthology Release Date: July 3, 2020 

Genre: Erotic Romance

Length: 301 pages

 

Sultry Summer Sizzle Anthology

 

Sultry Summer Sizzle brings you 17 torrid and taboo tales of sin, seduction and sweet scandal. Featuring hot stuff by: Liv Honeywell, Ava Night, Viv Velvet, Kerry Killeen, River Steele, N.J. Adel, Charlotte Storm, Lily Wickes, Layla Piper, Fern Fraser, Amber Daulton, Kaia Bell, Adele Morè, Geneva Maunder, A.K. Lilith, Carmen Webb, and Steph Brothers.

 

Blurb for Amber Daulton’s Lost Hearts in the Bayou

 

After Julie crashes her helicopter in the Louisiana swamp, she finds help from a sexy scientist—who happens to be her ex! Too bad Seth is the all-work-and-no-play type. How will she convince him to set aside his work and take a chance on her? Or is a second shot at love too much to hope for?

                         

Excerpt for Amber Daulton’s Lost Hearts in the Bayou (R-rated)

 

She flattened her palms on his chest to push him away, but then she gripped his shirt. Heat radiated around him and flushed her skin. Her mouth dried. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not? The rest of the world is gone, at least for now. The storm has made sure of it.” He feathered his fingertips down her neck. “I’ve missed you. Have you missed me?”

“More than I can say.” One more time—a summer fling amidst a storm—wouldn’t hurt. Right? Her heart leapt as he kissed her. She moaned and swept her tongue along his teeth. His taste tantalized her. Yummy. His stubble teased her skin. She clutched his back, squeezed his firm muscles, and yanked up his T-shirt.

He pulled back, jerked the garment over his head, and swooped her into his arms.

She gasped, then giggled. How long had it been since that feminine sound escaped her mouth? She skimmed her fingers through his coarse chest hair as he strode to the other room. The full-sized bed welcomed her, and she gripped the standard bluish-gray blanket.

Seth flipped the light switch by the door, sinking the room into shadows, and turned on the bedside lamp. The yellow glow sharpened the planes of his face. He jerked off his remaining clothes and pumped his erection. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit. His broad shoulders and toned chest tapered into a narrow waist and a pair of long legs.

Thank God for good physical genetics. Most geeks weren’t so cut. She stripped nude, then reclined and spread her legs. For some reason, she’d made sure to shave her legs, bikini area, and beneath her arms before leaving home. Was it intuition?

“You’re so beautiful.” He knelt between her bent knees and slid his fingers along the inner curve of her thigh.

“Oh, my.” His heated touch trailed higher and enflamed the fleshy folds of her pussy. Her clitoris swelled. She gripped the blanket for leverage and arched her back.

“Squirt for me, Julie. Let me taste you.”

 

Buy Links

 

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CBLD2SF

Barnes and Noble - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sultry-summer-sizzle-nj-adel/1137289486

Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sultry-summer-sizzle

iTunes - https://books.apple.com/us/book/sultry-summer-sizzle/id1522040968

Books2Read - https://books2read.com/u/3RKLnB

 

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/54390977-sultry-summer-sizzle

 

About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.

She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com.

Social Media Links

Website – https://amberdaulton.wordpress.com/

Facebook Author Page – www.facebook.com/amber.daulton.author

Twitter – https://twitter.com/AmberDaulton1

Street Team – https://www.facebook.com/groups/572204316296198/

Pinterest – http://pinterest.com/amberdaulton5/

Goodreads – www.goodreads.com/author/show/6624921.Amber_Daulton

Amazon Author Page – http://amzn.to/14JoZff

Triberr – https://triberr.com/AmberDaulton

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/amberdaultonauthor/

Book Bub – https://www.bookbub.com/profile/amber-daulton

Book Gorilla – https://www.bookgorilla.com/author/B00ALQITWY/amber-daulton/kcc

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/amberdaulton

LinkedIn – www.linkedin.com/pub/amber-daulton/87/538/368

 

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Friday, 14 August 2020

Tropical storm Hanna from the International Space Station. #Space #Fridaysin Space



(July 25, 2020) --- Tropical storm Hanna is pictured in the Gulf of Mexico from the International Space Station.


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Thursday, 13 August 2020

A socially distanced flash fiction on my blog today. #flashfiction #romance #contemporary #2020

 

A great group that I am in have decided to kick our writing muses in the backside and once a month we're going to write a flash fiction piece - 1,000 words max - based on 3 word and 3 picture prompts. Here is my flashette for Aug.


Flashette for Aug

 

“Alpaca lunch.” Mandy released a high-pitched squeal. “Get it? Al-pac-a lunch.”

Trina turned and tossed a perfect eye-roll at her daughter. “So, I take it the idea of an afternoon at the park is a good one?”

Grandma Macey looked up from reading her book. “That’s a wonderful idea. We’ve all been cooped up too long. It’s a sunny summer day. Not a storm cloud in sight. Do everyone good to get outside and breathe some fresh air.”

Trina pursed her lips. “A lot of stuff. Blankets. Chairs. Sunscreen. Lunch.” She rubbed the back of her hand on her forehead. “Is it worth it? I mean, by the time we get everything ready and then get there and—”

“We can do it,” Sandy nodded her head towards her twin sister. “We’ll help. Right, Mandy?”

“No probllama.”

Grandma Macey placed her book on the table, folded her hands and rested them on it. She exaggeratedly looked heavenwards. “Dear Lord. Please save us from middle-grade humour.”

“Right.” Sandy slapped her hands on the kitchen table. “Mom, you get your stuff ready and pack the car. Grandma Macey, you—”

Macey closed her book and stood. “I’ve been getting ready for picnics since—”

“We know,” chimed the twins. “Since Moses was a lad.”

“Whatever that means,” Mandy murmured. “I’ll make us some sandwiches and pack some cookies and drinks’ n stuff. Where’s the picnic hamper?”

Trina raised her eyebrows. “Good question? Haven’t seen that … Sandy, your mission – find the picnic hamper!”

Sandy saluted, then raced out of the room.

Twenty minutes later, Trina, Sandy, Mandy and Grandma Macey stood in the living room looking at the pile assembled by the door.

Grandma Macey released a loud sigh. “Dear Lord. How are we going to fit all of this into the car?”

“Where did you find the hamper?” Trina ruffled her daughter’s hair.

“Mom. I just spent – like forever – fixing my hair.”

“She’s hopin’ Billy Tomlison’ll be at the park.”

Sandy pushed her twin. “Am not!”

“Am too.”

Trina looked at her mother. “I’m so not ready for boys.”

Her mother picked up the two blankets and her purse. “No mother is ever ready for boys.”

“Right.” Trina checked her cellphone. “If we don’t get a move on … everybody grab something. Let’s go.”

“Under the Christmas decorations in the back of the hall closet.” Sandy picked up the red plaid picnic hamper.

“Sandy, my cutie-pie, you are the only person who could actually find the proverbial needle in a haystack. OK, let’s go. Picnic Time for the Four Fearsome Fowler Females.”

“Stop!” Grandma Macey held up her hand. “Mask check.”

Trina waved her plain white mask with a red tulip embroidered on the side. Sandy held up her grinning mouth mask. Mandy pulled her baby Yoda one out of her back pocket and Grandma Macey lifted her flower-covered one out of her purse, then said, “OK. Now we can go.”

After fighting through Saturday road-construction-everywhere traffic and circling the parking lot four times the Fowler Four unloaded the car and stood at the edge of the park.

“Shit,” Trina whispered.

“I heard that.” Mandy glanced sideways at her mother. “And I agree.”

Every social distanced circle was full and others had spread out blankets between them.

“Alright. Sandy. Mandy. Got your cells?”

“Yup.”

“Yup.”

“Go.” Trina waved her pointed finger around. “Your mission, Sandy. Find us a safe place for a picnic.”

“On it.” Sandy ran off with her twin in trail.

Every moment dragged on. Trina checked her phone three times. Was it on? Was the ringer up? Why hadn’t they called? Were they ok?

Grandma Macey patted her shoulder. “It’s hard to be a mom. If they are out of your sight for more than a minute, your brain goes into overdrive about all the bad things that could have happened.”

“You don’t thin—” Her cellphone duck-quacked. “Mandy.”

“Hi. Sandy found us a spot. It’s to the left of where you are waiting. You know, towards the train station. She’s heading back to get you.”

“What you’re—”

“It’s OK, Mom. We’re children of the 2020s. We got this.”

Strangely, Mandy’s voice sounded mature and confident. Trina blinked back a tear. Her beautiful baby girls were growing so fast. What a different childhood they were experiencing. Lockdown. Quarantine. Face masks. Virtual school.

“There she is.” Grandma Macey pointed to their left.

Sandy raced up with a boy next to her. “Did Mandy call?” Sandy said between puffs, catching her breath.

Trina nodded.

“This,” Sandy pointed at her companion. “Billy Tomlison.”

“Nice to meet you, Billy.”

He nodded and stared at his feet.

“Let’s go. Billy, grab the picnic basket.” Sandy picked up the chairs, resting on her mother’s leg.

After following Sandy and Billy through the parking lot and across the baseball diamond, they stopped in the shade of a massive oak tree. Billy put down the basket and walked to the opposite side, then stood next to his father.

“May we share your shade?” Trina yelled.

Billy’s father waved his hand. “Please do. Plenty to go around. I’m Jim Tomlison and you’ve met Billy.” He dropped his held-out hand. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

Trina laughed. “Trina Fowler.” She held out her hand and made a hand shaking motion. “Air handshake.”

Smiling, Jim mimicked her motion. “Happy to share our shade.”

Billy leaned close and whispered to his father.

Jim glanced up, staring at his son.

Mandy nudged her mother. “Billy’s mom died a long – long – long time ago.”

Trina blinked. The idea that her daughter would play matchmaker astonished her.

Lunches eaten, Frisbee played and conversations waning it was time to head back. Sadness washed over Trina. She didn’t want to leave. She’d enjoyed chatting with Jim.

“How about we meet here next Saturday?” A small smiled hovered on his lips.

Trina looked at her daughters, then nodded. “Love to.”

“I know,” Mandy jumped up and clapped. “Alpaca lunch!”



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Monday, 10 August 2020

Branwyn's Love - Daryl Devore's hot medieval romance on this month's #MFRWsteam hotread #MFRW #romance #ebook #print


The #MFRW Steam hop is a monthly event hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. Focused on authors who write spicy or erotic fiction, it's a chance to connect with readers who like their romance to sizzle! Please visit these amazing authors and share or tweet their posts.

 

This month I am spotlighting –my hot medieval romance - Branwyn's Love


Excerpt - Warm

(Note - Branwyn was sold by her family to be trained as a courtesan.

“Tell me where you come from? What is your land—your people—like?”

Why did his deep voice make her heart beat faster?

“My land is like Black Dorn but flat and not as beautiful. I have not seen so many rolling hills. Our languages are similar, but we each have words the other does not.”

He lay back and closed his eyes. “Such as?”

“Gon. I believe it to mean king—one who rules all. Gon-Dra has no match in our language. The son of a king is a prince, and the oldest is the heir to the throne.”

He opened his eyes. “Are all the women from your land as beautiful as you?”

Branwyn felt a flush run from her belly to her scalp. “My six cousins were not as…” She looked at the creek. Her voice softened. “Which is why I was sent to be trained.”

Malacke sat up. He moved closer— too close. “Standing beside you, even the most beautiful of cousins would be less so. Your green eyes are like the newly born spring—alive and full of hope. Your lips… there is a flower, a rose I believe, in the garden the same colour. If your lips taste as wondrous as the smell of that flower… may I kiss those lips?”

“You are the gon-dra. You take—”

A frown crossed his forehead. “I do not ask as gon-dra. I ask as Malacke. I wish to be granted the kiss.”

“I am sorry if I have offended you.” She placed her fingers on his forehead and smoothed his creased brow. “A kiss from you would—”

He did not let her finish her sentence. He reached behind her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips parted. She felt his breath, then nothing.

“Have you been kissed before?”

She lowered her eyes. “When I was being… trained, he…”

“Being instructed and being kissed are as different as day is from night. One is about tragor and the other is passion, lust and possibly love.”

She glanced up at the word love.

He pressed his lips on hers and grasped her so close her breasts compressed against his chest. She released him with a gasp. Her gaze did not leave his.

“More?” he whispered.

She pulled his face to her and planted her mouth on his. He opened his lips. She did the same.

Moments swam by in a blurred state of locked lips. Heat rose within Branwyn. She leaned away. Holding her hand to her chest, Branwyn gasped for air. “This is… I should not be doing this. You are not—”

“Did you like it?”

She nodded.

“Would you like more?”

“Yes.” It was a whisper. “But it is wrong.”

He kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat, then looked into her eyes. “A thing feels best when it is wrong.” He placed his lips against hers.

Branwyn was helpless to resist.

Tentatively, he touched the tip of his tongue to hers. She moaned.

He laid her back against the ground and trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. “Malacke.” She pressed her hands on his chest. “I must not.”

“I must.” He pushed up onto straight arms and looked down at her. “I am humbled by your beauty, but consumed by thoughts of you. I want to taste you, feel your skin, smell your scent. Explore your body. I will not take what is his. You must bleed at your first time. If you do not, he will be angry. But I can have the rest, and I can teach you what pleasure is.”

“Teach me.”


Blurb and Buy Links

Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.

The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

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24 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

25 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

26 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

27 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

28 – Fridays in Space

29 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

30 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors

31 – It’s summer. Less blogging. More outdoors