Irresistible Nemesis was just awarded an extremely rare 5 Tea Cups from Coffee Time Romance. I received a very nice email from the reviewer, Regina, last night. Click on the link below to read the full review:
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
New Cover Art
Hi All,
Sorry I haven't updated my blog for awhile. I've been busy writing and submitting my work (along with teaching kindergarten). :) But I have good news....Evernight has agreed to publish my second novel, a naughty fairy tale entitled, Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin. This enchanting tale is scheduled for release in March 2012. I thought I'd give you a teaser and show off the new cover art. Enjoy! :)
He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his breath. “Very nice. But that’s not the only reason I brought you to my estate,” he admitted as he cornered her body between the wall and the bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught of his desire. “I need to taste you.”
Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have any respect for my honor. Stop this madness!”
Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment, before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy, swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat exploded between her thighs and liquid from her womb drizzled down the inside of her leg.
“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart, lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning. Then he stepped back and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open, saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear; on the delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning sunlight.
Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”
Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to calm her battered nerves. “Aleksander, why are you doing this?” she asked him.
“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door. “Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter of days to check on your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”
Sorry I haven't updated my blog for awhile. I've been busy writing and submitting my work (along with teaching kindergarten). :) But I have good news....Evernight has agreed to publish my second novel, a naughty fairy tale entitled, Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin. This enchanting tale is scheduled for release in March 2012. I thought I'd give you a teaser and show off the new cover art. Enjoy! :)
Teaser for Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin
“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the governess. As soon as the old woman disappeared out of sight, he advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss to her limber wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander clutched her hip with an unyielding grip and pulled her against his strong, athletic build. His erection flush against her thigh.
Katarina’s fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is expected.”
It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She picked up the gold fabric she had woven, and whirled around to face him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything to distract him from his mission to seduce her.He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his breath. “Very nice. But that’s not the only reason I brought you to my estate,” he admitted as he cornered her body between the wall and the bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught of his desire. “I need to taste you.”
Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have any respect for my honor. Stop this madness!”
Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment, before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy, swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat exploded between her thighs and liquid from her womb drizzled down the inside of her leg.
“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart, lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning. Then he stepped back and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open, saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear; on the delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning sunlight.
Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”
Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to calm her battered nerves. “Aleksander, why are you doing this?” she asked him.
“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door. “Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter of days to check on your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”
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