Now that Playing Doctor has been pushed out of the nest and winging its way to ereaders everywhere, the burning question is, what's next?
I've had several requests for a follow up on Beth and Gabe's story, hoping to see their happy for now grow into a happily ever after. I've also had requests for Connie's story.
My question is, would you rather see Beth's and Gabe's story come to completion in a shorter, second novella...or have their HEA play out in Connie's book?
Connie is Beth's BFF and a total firecracker, but there hadn't been a plan to give her a story of her own.
There was, however, a drool-worthy character in the origional draft of Playing Doctor who was cut from the book, with the suggestion of telling his story at some point. Eddie Barone is a testosterone packing, tattooed cage fighter, and the personification of raw sex, but beneath the muscles and brawn beats a heart of pure gold.
Suddenly, my what if button lit up. Connie is a divorcee, as evidenced by her remark over Beth's mucsle car, "you know I'd give my ex-husband's balls for a car like that..." Okay, obviously it wasn't an amicable ending to their marriage. So, what happened?
When I first envisioned Eddie Barone, I saw a man who had experienced an abusive childhood, a young boy who had survived by using his wit first and his fists when necessary to protect not only himself, but his younger sister, as well. Then I saw him sitting in his father's restaurant, nursing injuries from his last fight when in walks none other than the object of his high school fantasies...Constance Beaumont, with an outrageous proposal that just might allow him to finaly get his hands on the girl who'd always been just out of reach.
So, do Beth and Gabe get their own novella, or will we see them again in Connie and Eddie's book, Bad Company?
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Join me today as I welcome Dorothy A. Bell, author of the Laura Creek Series!
Hi, everybody, Dorothy A. Bell here.
I would like to thank my host for putting me up on her blog today. As an
introduction, I thought I would give visitors a glimpse into my life so far.
I grew up in southern Iowa, moved to
Oregon’s Willamette Valley at the age of eleven. I was in the sixth grade when
I started school in Oregon. On my first day of school, I encountered the boy I
would eventually marry. He kept pestering me, trying to kiss me. I held out until
I turned sixteen, then I kind’a got the hang of the kissing thing. We’ve been
married for forty-eight years, he’s still a pest, bless him.
I started out writing Regency
Romances to entertain myself. I took writing courses, but I think I learned the
most by submitting my work to publishers, editors and agents, and getting
feedback. Laid low for nearly twenty-five years with arthritis, forced to use a
battery-powered cart, I took up aquatic exercise and became an instructor.
After two surgeries to replace my knees, I went to work on myself and lost
eighty-five pounds, which I have kept off.
My husband and I live in Central
Oregon with two West Highland White terriers, an energetic, longhaired
Dachshund and one big, angora tuxedo cat. When I need a break from writing
Oregon historical western romances, I work in the yard or my garden.
This year I am proud to announce the
release of two Laura Creek romances “The Reprobate” and “The Cost of Revenge”,
available on Amazon, http://www.amazon.com/Kindle-eBooks/b?ie=UTF8&node=154606011
Barnes and Noble, http://www.barnesandnoble.com/u/NOOK-Book-eBook-store/379003094 Good Reads, https://www.goodreads.com/
and Freya’s Bower, http://freyasbower.com
as e-books.
The
Cost of Revenge
A Laura Creek Western
Romance
Quinn
O’Bannon knows it’s time he settled down. He has two likely candidates, both
sensible, attractive, young women. However, his fantasies keep straying to Tru
McAdam, that thieving, sloe-eyed vixen with the grudge against the whole darn
O’Bannon family.
Tru McAdam
wants to believe the O’Bannons, all of them are rotten, heartless cheats. God help
her, most of all she wants to believe the handsome, arrogant flirt Quinn
O’Bannon is the worst of the lot.
When
destiny shuffles the cards, strange pairs show up in the hand. Who can fight
destiny, not the handsome, flirtatious Quinn O’Bannon, not the thieving,
sloe-eyed vixen, Tru McAdam.
$5.99
to purchase e-book
The
Reprobate
A Laura
Creek Western Romance
Fiddle
playing, hard drinking Royce O’Bannon believes he’s worthless like his old man,
no woman should have anything to do with him.
Music
teacher Cleantha Arnaud, her virtue long spent, believes her life is over;
crippled and barren, no man would want her. When these two outcasts become
lovers, hopes and dreams blossom within their parched souls.
Royce’s
vengeful daddy begins a campaign of retaliation against his traitorous sons and
the town that gave them a second chance.
Driven
by a fledgling sense of responsibility, Royce follows his daddy into the dark
tunnels beneath Pendleton’s streets intent on putting a stop to the old man’s
vengeful crusade. With a swift crack on the head, all of Royce’s newly found
hopes and dreams could be shattered like candied glass. Who would miss a
reprobate, a worthless man?
$ 5.99 To purchase e-book
Excerpt of The Reprobate
Music teacher, the crippled goddess,
Cleantha Arnaud dared the reprobate, Royce O’Bannon to come to her, climb in
bedroom window, and prove to her she could enjoy all the pleasures of the
flesh.
Royce had reconciled himself to the idea
that he wasn’t
here to satisfy his own needs. He knew how
to pleasure a
woman, but he usually didn’t need to, most
of the women he
bedded didn’t expect it. He paid to be
pleasured, not to do
the pleasuring. So this wasn’t going to be
easy—not easy at
all. He wanted to show Cleantha that she
could feel, could
enjoy, could achieve pleasure.
Hell, her hands were everywhere, stroking,
touching,
sending waves of desire through his body.
Not using a
woman to satisfy his own lust, add that to
the list of things
he’d never tried before. Cleantha had him
doing all kinds of
things he never would have done in his
past life. He couldn’t
bear the thought of hurting
her—consideration for the
woman—that would definitely go on the
list.
With no light he couldn’t see her scars,
but with his hands
he’d found the long, rough trenches of
thickened flesh on
each side of her body, from her waist down
to the top of her
thighs. On the right hip, his fingers had
traced the worst of
the scaring, the gash felt wider, the
flesh rougher and more
sunken-in over her hip-bone.
He couldn’t take the chance of hurting her
by putting his
weight on her, and yet the need to sink
himself into her
warm moist slit undermined his resolve to
take it easy and
slow, give her time, give Cleantha
pleasure. He wasn’t sure
what he could do, but she wanted more. He
had to do what
she wanted—he couldn’t go back now. She
moved down the
length of his chest, her hot, wet tongue
driving him crazy.
Her hands sought his erection, then her
tongue ran the
length of his shaft.
He held on to his self-control—barely. He
had to do
something, and do it now, or he would
forget about her
pleasure and take his own. Raising himself
up to a sitting
position, he took her by the waist and
helped her straddle his
hips. With her hands braced on his
shoulders, and his hands
on her hips to guide her downward, he
slowly lowered her.
His shaft found the wet tunnel of her
womanhood. She
hissed as he filled her.
Eyes closed, Royce held his breath. She
folded around
him, warm, slick and hot. Perfect. Never
in his whole life had
he ever felt this...perfection. They were a
perfect fit—their
bodies melding together, creating the
ultimate in pleasure
and satisfaction. He adjusted himself
beneath her hips and
helped her to get her legs into a more
comfortable position.
Leaning forward, she began to rock forward
and back...up
a little. The need for release had him in
a sweat as he fought
to hold himself in check. Cleantha wanted
this—she wanted
to set the pace. When she giggled he
wanted to weep, his
heart overflowing with some heady emotion
that had taken
over his mind, ruling out all good sense.
She’d told him of her fears, told him that
she didn’t think
she could do this, couldn’t enjoy this,
and here she was in
control, making it happen. She tilted her head
back. He could
see her, her glorious hair wild, draped
over her white
shoulders, and he forgot his need for
release, not wanting to
take his eyes from her face as he reached
between their
bodies to find her aroused nub. His
fingers slid in and out of
her flower with the rhythm and pace she’d
set.
* * * *
Cleantha found the process excruciatingly
slow but
intensely erotic. She experimented,
flexing the muscles
within her core to grip his shaft. After a
little practice, she
could increase the intensity or release
the tension. Deep
within her, the embers of passion ignited.
Instinctively, she
shifted her weight and found the perfect
pressure point. No
longer thinking, her body taking her away,
she sought the
ultimate pleasure. Royce let out a primal
growl as he bucked
beneath her.
The heat between them exploded, and she
felt Royce’s
seed fill her, hot and thick. The flow of
primal lava took their
two crashing bodies and melded them into
one great volcanic
eruption. Her fingers dug into his
shoulders as her orgasm
reached its pinnacle. With her head thrown
back, her teeth
clenched, she held on to Royce as they
flew together beyond
the earth’s atmosphere, away from the pull
of gravity, to
drift, weightless, in a sea of hot, sparkling
pleasure
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Like holding your first baby!
When the mail ran this morning and everything she delivered fit into the mailbox, I was a bit let down. I had been hoping the print copies of my debut book would arrive. I pouted around for a while and bemoaned that they hadn't arrived while my hubby rolled his eyes and worked the remote for the TV.
About an hour later the UPS guy pulled into the drive. He had a box under his arm as he walked toward the house, but I figured it was another Amazon delivery for my son. When I opened the door, he'd left the box on the carport and when I picked it up, I gave a totally embarrassing teenaged squeel! From his recliner, my husband said, "And I guess those are your books."
Creating a story about two tortured people, being able to give them a second chance at love and happiness is so very rewarding. Getting that email from your first choice publisher that they want to take it to acqusitions gives you a "zing" that sets your heart racing. Opening your email to an offer for contract takes you a moment to realize it's actually happening. Signing it and sending it back makes you shake all over! Diving into those first round of edits is exciting...when you aren't feeling like your head will explode! Getting your cover, with your title, your name and the publisher on it leaves you a little breathless. Launch day has you glued to your office chair, eyes on the monitor as you see that first shift in ranking that tells you you've made a sale...that someone other than you, your critique partner or your editors will now be reading what you've sweatted over for months. Seeing multiple 4 dn 5 star reviews going up for the world to see kind of takes your breath.
Then you open that little box from CreateSpace and take out your book...hold it in your hands...
Freaking AWESOME!
See what reviewers are saying about Playing Doctor:
Goodreads:
Buy it on:
Amazon
B&N
Kobo
iBooks
About an hour later the UPS guy pulled into the drive. He had a box under his arm as he walked toward the house, but I figured it was another Amazon delivery for my son. When I opened the door, he'd left the box on the carport and when I picked it up, I gave a totally embarrassing teenaged squeel! From his recliner, my husband said, "And I guess those are your books."
Creating a story about two tortured people, being able to give them a second chance at love and happiness is so very rewarding. Getting that email from your first choice publisher that they want to take it to acqusitions gives you a "zing" that sets your heart racing. Opening your email to an offer for contract takes you a moment to realize it's actually happening. Signing it and sending it back makes you shake all over! Diving into those first round of edits is exciting...when you aren't feeling like your head will explode! Getting your cover, with your title, your name and the publisher on it leaves you a little breathless. Launch day has you glued to your office chair, eyes on the monitor as you see that first shift in ranking that tells you you've made a sale...that someone other than you, your critique partner or your editors will now be reading what you've sweatted over for months. Seeing multiple 4 dn 5 star reviews going up for the world to see kind of takes your breath.
Then you open that little box from CreateSpace and take out your book...hold it in your hands...
Freaking AWESOME!
See what reviewers are saying about Playing Doctor:
Goodreads:
Buy it on:
Amazon
B&N
Kobo
iBooks
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Cover Reveal: Cari Quinn's SHADOWBOXER!
About SHADOWBOXER:
She's in for the
fight of her life...with the man who only wants to be her lover.
Fighter Mia Anderson has
faced the dark side of life and survived. But just getting by is no longer
enough. To fund her new life with her baby sister, she’s determined to beat the
reigning king of the male fighters in New York’s underground MMA circuit, Tray “Fox”
Knox.
Tray refuses to fight a
woman, until he learns Mia’s tougher than anyone he has ever known. He soon
realizes he wants more from her than blows and blood, and he’s willing to hit
below the belt to get it. He’ll fight her, but if he wins, she spends the night
in his bed. All night long, his rules. No tapping out.
Mia agrees, certain that
he’ll lose. What she doesn’t realize is that Tray loves to fight dirty…and that
this match may end up being the most important one of their lives.
**A NOTE** No men
actually hit any women in this book, in the ring or out.
Cover designed by Hot
Damn Designs
Coming February 2014
There are no buy links
available as of now.
USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. Now she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she can usually be found watching men’s college basketball, playing her music way too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.
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