Thursday, February 6, 2014

Evernight's Love Scene Valentine's Blog Hop: Check out my love scene from my latest and get a chance to win!!



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 Like to read love scenes? How about win some prizes? Then you've come to the right place.  I'm giving away an ebook copy of my latest release, Stranger Danger and I'll tell you how to enter below my love scene below...plus your chance to win from dozens of other blogs plus the grand prize - a $100 Visa gift card for YOUR night out on the town....but for now.....

Forget about the cold winds blowing outside, the snow and the ice, and think heat.  I’m not talking about a summer day on the beach or sunbathing by the lake.  I’m talking the kind of fever Peggy Lee sang about...I’m talking about love.

Love scenes are what the romantic seek.  We love to watch them on our favorite movies, read them in our favorite novels.  And as part of the Evernight Publishing family, I’m delighted to participate in the Love Scene Blog Hop this February.  I’m proud to be an Evernight author with multiple titles and more on the way.  For the hop, I’m focusing on my latest release, a fast paced romantic suspense title, Stranger Danger.  It debuted on the last day of January so it’s brand new and it’s hot enough to melt the ice outside your window.

Here’s the blurb and the cover:

 

 

Sara English built a life for herself far from her native Los Angeles.  As a widow and proprietor of a florist shop in small town America, she lives a mundane life but she’s never forgotten her first love, Santiago Ruiz or the way he hurt her.  When he shows up at her door early one morning, he’s a stranger but the old attraction hasn’t died.  Last she knew, he was a cop but now he’s sporting a gang tattoo on his back and he’s on the run.  When she freaks out, Santiago swears he’s been in deep cover as Javier Morales for two years but his cover was blown and he’s in danger.  As their reunion heats up, the drama reaches a new level when her apartment windows are shattered in a burst of gunfire.  They go on the run, first to an isolated mobile home, then to a casino, and then to Tulsa, Oklahoma where a showdown with the gang’s leader is inevitable.  Unless Santiago can find a way to change things, he’s a dead man.  Sara’s committed to the long haul and hopes for a happy ending – if they can live long enough to find one.

 
Purchase links and where you can find me (not to mention my other titles) will follow but let’s get right to the love scene….the first one of the novel after Santiago has impacted Sara’s quiet life…

Excerpt:

She didn’t think when she spoke from the heart. “Don’t. I want you to stay,” she said. “If you’re in as much danger as I think, I want you to stay.  If anything happened to you, I’d…”

“You’d what?”

Anguish filled her soul. “I’d die.” She sobbed the words as she broke down. “Don’t leave, Santiago. Por favor, mi corazon!”

The Spanish he’d once taught her, the old endearment flew from her mouth.  He put his hand on the doorknob, then removed it.  When he turned around, the naked pain in his face smote her hard.  Sara moaned.

“I’ll stay under one condition,” he said, his voice as shattered as broken glass.

“Anything.”

He crossed the room and kissed her, his mouth urgent and ungentle on hers, harsh and demanding and possessive.  Sara’s hungry need answered his and her fingers clutched his t-shirt tight to hold him, to keep him where he belonged…with her.

His mouth ravaged hers, claimed and marked it.  Santiago held her fast with one arm, his muscles powerful as a python.  Sara couldn’t escape, but she didn’t want to be anywhere else.  He worked his tongue into her mouth and she tasted the lingering flavor of beer on his lips, all her senses on high alert.  Although he’d kissed her when she let him in, it’d been intense but brief.  This time, his lightning struck hard and fast.  Sara burned, his passion consuming her.  Desire poured from him into her, as potent as tequila, and she abandoned any pretense that she didn’t care.  Oh, sweet loving Jesus, his insistent, once familiar lips evoked things she hadn’t felt in years.  One minute, fever raged through her body, the next, she shivered with erotic chills. 

Santiago did the impossible, stopped time with his kiss and wiped everything else from her mind.   Her existence shrank to the small space they shared.  His lips strayed from her mouth and nibbled below her ear, first left, then right. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away, leaving her black lace bra. He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat and then used his teeth to make a love bite on the top edge of her breast. 

Sara’s fingers ran with abandon through his hair, so different than the way he once wore it short-cropped.  She rested her other hand on his shoulder as his tongue darted over her nipples, licking and laving until they bloomed. 

Incredibly sweet shivers rocked her body as Santiago’s hands caressed her, sometimes as light as the brush of a soft breeze, often with eager intent.  He was never clumsy and despite his urgency, Santiago never grew so rough he hurt her.  He kissed her again, then suckled one nipple in his mouth until she almost came.  He crooned sweet names in Spanish whispers, but carried away, Sara couldn’t stop to translate.  Te deseo, la muñequita,” he said, his eyes gazing into hers.

Although he spoke of want, of desire, but not love, she nodded. “Si, mi corazon,” she said, giving him back his first language and with it, her heart.

He grasped her hand and led her to the bedroom. En route, Sara jerked his t-shirt off and unzipped his jeans.  Under them, he wore nothing and she couldn’t hide her grin as he pulled them down, then kicked them off.  She removed her pants too and skinned out of her undergarments with haste.  Her unmade bed, forgotten in the morning’s unexpected turn, invited them to collapse among the tangled covers.

Santiago put her down on her back, her head resting on the bank of pillows and gazed down at her.  His cock stood up, proud and erect, and as she gazed at him, she decided he had to be the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.  His lean, bronzed body had matured from her memory, grown harder and more muscular.  He moved with a dancer’s grace, she thought, and with purpose. 

 

Like it? Maybe you even love it a little.  Here are the purchase links:

 


 


 


 


 


 

 And here's how to enter the drawing to win a copy!  Just leave a comment on the blog and answer this question: Would you, like Sara, welcome the love of your life back under the same sort of circumstances? Why or why not? 

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And as an extra little treat…here’s the opening from the first book of my vampire Love Covenant series, Love Tattoo….

 


check out my vampire, Will Brennan, in book one of the Love Covenant series, Love Tattoo….

When I turned around and saw him, leaning up against the concrete wall, one boot propped against the building, he looked dangerous.   His black denim jeans fit his muscular, long legs as if they were poured over them and left to harden.   His boots were black too, and studded with little silver spikes that caught the artificial lights of the rest stop to reflect back at me like twinkling stars.   As I gaped at him, mouth open like a fish taking the bait, he smiled at me, a slow wicked smile that made my skin grow sensitive as if I had a high fever.   That smile made little ripples run along my nerve endings and down my spine.

“Hello, there, darlin’.” His voice came out as dark and sweet as molasses.

 

I gave him a closer look because my Mama taught me never to talk to strangers.  His black hair curled tight against his head, not cropped short but not quite long either and there was a lot of it.   Above those tight jeans, he wore a black Western shirt with white pearl snap buttons and over it all, a black leather jacket.   Between his hair and clothes, he looked all black and white – his face and hands glowed pale, almost translucent – except for his eyes.

 Those eyes shimmered blue, not just a light blue like most people have but a rich, dark shade like sapphires or the clearest, azure autumn sky.  He looked at me as if he knew me, as if he could read me like a favorite paperback book, and what he saw, he seemed to like.

I found my voice, or really it found its way up out of my throat and into my mouth before I could think about what to say.      

“Good morning to you.”

 He flicked ash from the cigarillo that he held in his right hand and raised it to his lips.  The end of it glowed red like dawn, bright as fire and he exhaled smoke, his eyes never leaving my face.  I didn’t even know his name and yet he attracted me, pulled me toward him as the moon draws the tides to shore.  Until he spoke, his appeal was physical but his next words captured my heart without a single shot and conquered it.   After that, he could own me if he wanted.  He knew it, too.

 

Speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white, upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he sits bestride the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.

 Shakespeare, quoted at a God-forsaken rest area along Interstate 40 somewhere in Arkansas before daybreak, had an immediate effect on my heart.   Any man that could quote the Bard without cheating or peeking at a book impressed me and in this unexpected setting, he had me.   Romeo’s words, his aside as he watched Juliet dither around up on her balcony, had a heady and intoxicating quality. But I was no Juliet, no thirteen year old virgin pining for love.

I had my big girl pants on so that I could get to Nashville and sing for my supper.  I had been before and did nothing but turn around for home, beaten and defeated.  This time should be different.  I planned it, I saved up money from my nothing job, and I had studio demos.   I had contacts in the business and even a room to rent in my best friend Sheena’s grandmother’s duplex.   Everything was set for me to make one more run at stardom before I gave up, got married and fat, had three or four kids, and sang karaoke on my nights out on the town.

 All my ambitions shifted in that moment and dissolved like a pair of discount store shoes in a flash flood.

I tried to think of something to say, some quote of Juliet’s that might fit, or just something, that would sound sophisticated or at least cool.

What came out of my mouth was, “Who are you?”

He pulled hard at the cigarillo one more time and tossed it. His laughter sounded like church bells ringing or a steel guitar played by someone who knew how to make the thing sing.

“I am either your worst nightmare or your salvation.” That voice purred like a happy cat on a

comfortable lap.  “My name is Will Brennan and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

 

 

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14 comments:

  1. Great excerpt! angelarosebooks@yahoo.com

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  2. I just don't know if I could be that trusting or forgiving or that brave.
    hopkins_775@frontier.com

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  3. Love the excerpt. I'm not too sure if I can take him back because he could have told me from the beginning before leaving.

    lavidabrisco(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  4. That's one of the things I don't like about romance novels. The women forgive and forget too easily. But that's a sweet excerpt anyway.

    devynsmom95@yahoo.com

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  5. Hmm...it would depend on the circumstances, but if he's truly the love of my life, we'd find a way to make it work.

    vitajex(at)aol(Dot)com

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  6. if he was the love of my life i would do it. that's what you do for the people you love. you help them when they are in trouble.

    tammy ramey
    trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com

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  7. When it comes to the "love of my life" I would bend backwards and move heaven and earth to keep them safe... So if he went undercover and came to me for help you can bet I would do what she did. Thanks for the excerpt.

    j.m.platt83@gmail.com

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  8. Love of my life is my husband. If we ever split I can honestly say I would still help him in a situation like that in the excerpt.

    Kassandra
    sionedkla@gmail.com

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  9. Anything but cheating I would probably take him back just because I love him.
    leighannecrisp at yahoo dot com

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  10. I think it would be hard, and really we don't know until we're put in that circumstance, but I think that if he were the love of my life I would do anything to help him!
    Thanks for the excerpt and the chance to win!
    Jenni Jacobs
    jjacobs21@radford.edu

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  11. I think it'll depend on the circumstances and why it the relationship fell apart in the first place. Frankly I think I would make him sweat it out for a while and make him show me he loves me through action.

    humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com

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  12. It would probably depend on the circumstances of our previous breakup and how my feelings were after I saw him !Thanks for sharing I love the title of this story! amybowens34@yahoo.com

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  13. I think I would if he was the love of my life.
    Thanks for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

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  14. Hi! Happy Valentines! Yeah, if he was the love of my life. Hell, if its a friend, id help. Thank you for the amazing giveaway!
    shadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com

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