Harris Channing, Author of Erotic and Mainstream Romance...

Curses and Kisses Link--Free thorugh tomorrow!

2012-02-01T21:00:00.003-06:00

Sorry about the mix up. I put the link to Curses and Kisses in the title but not the body of the previous post...you can still get your free download. Just go here! It's free the rest of Wednesday (today) and Thursday (tomorrow).

Hugs,
Harris.

Free--CURSES AND KISSES

2012-02-01T06:39:00.012-06:00

FREE today (WED.) and tomorrow (THU.) from Amazon.com. Stop by and download your copy of this fun and humorous 10,000 word story.

What's Curses and Kisses about?

According to Madame Xavier, Maryanne Mills Valentine’s days are cursed until she finds true love. Join Maryanne in her humorous almost romantic escapades and wrong turns on the path to happily ever after.

Previously released in the MY FUNNY VALENTINE anthology available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, it was placed with three other delightful stories.

Here's a little excerpt to get you started:

“Your Valentine’s Days will be ruined for years to come.”

“Cut it out!” I shouted and the kids around me stopped talking and stared. Some snickered, the cheerleaders folded their arms over their breasts and snarled and others pretended not to listen while they obviously did.
“It’s true. Until you meet your true love, your Valentine’s Days are cursed.”
“Bullshit,” I muttered and freed myself of the wacky bitch. I turned to Trudy. “Did you pay her to say that? Because you know what? Tonight was supposed to be a special night for me and Harry. You think this nut job is going to ruin it for me, you’re wrong.”
Trudy’s mouth dropped open but no words came out. She and Harry had hated each other since junior high. It was no surprise she’d try to sabotage everything. Tonight I was supposed to get his ring. Tonight was the night I might have given him my virginity.
I ran away like my hair was on fire until I was out in the chilly February night. The cold air burned my lungs and my eyes watered. The encounter with the fortune teller had upset me to the point that my stomach ached and my hands shook. I leaned against the brick building trying to calm my nerves and stared out into the parking lot. The streetlights sparkled on the neatly parked cars. I spotted Harry’s SUV. I smiled and thought of the warm back seat, Harry’s soft lips and strong hands. “Fuck you, Madame Xavier. I’m celebrating Valentine’s Day with a bang.”
I straightened and had taken three steps forward when I saw the dome light flicker on and off in Harry’s SUV. I shoved my hands into the pocket of my plaid coat and walked toward the vehicle. As I approached, I noticed it was moving…slow, rhythmic bouncing. Up and down, up and down.
“No,” I mumbled and my heart sank before rebounding into my throat. When I got my hands on the little bitch fucking my boyfriend I’d tear her eyes out and then his.
I reached the SUV and crouched down. Squinting, I tried my damnedest to see inside but the windows were steamed up. I straightened and set my hand on the cold door handle and stilled. Deep guttural moans filtered through the door and settled like stone in my brain. Tears clouded my vision and I drew in a deep breath, readying myself for the inevitability of my discovery. My entire body shook, the taste of bile strong on my tongue. In a single movement I threw open the door and exposed the rotten lovers.
A scream caught in my throat when I saw my beautiful Harry’s not so beautiful naked backside. I blinked in disbelief. The woman beneath him had long legs, thick with corded muscle and in need of a shave. They must have been going at it like a couple of dogs because besides the back of her legs all I could see were the bottom of her feet. I scowled, those feet were easily a size thirteen, and damn, they needed a pedicure. Is that athlete’s foot?
“Jeez, Harry. Is that the best you can do?”
He turned around. Sweat clung to his hair making the blonde locks a light brown. His face contorted and all the blood must have sunk to his dick because his cheeks blanched an ugly shade of green.
“Hey,” he managed.
“Who is she?” I squealed.
“I’m not a she,” the masculine voice echoed from inside the SUV. I had heard that voice before.
“Shawn?” I lowered myself to the ground and buried my face in my hands. “Harry, you’re gay.”
Download your copy here!!

So why not pop over to Amazon and enjoy a quirky Valentine on me!

Hugs,

It's my birthday but the GIFT is yours!

2012-01-25T06:42:00.008-06:00

It's been a while since I've visited my blog, but I couldn't stay away forever! Especially when it's my birthday and I have a gift for you!

Yes, January 27th marks another years on this planet for me and in honor of that, I'll be giving away downloads of my book, THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS at Amazon.com

Just head on over to Amazon.com anytime over the next two days (January 26th and 27th) for your free copy! And if you're an Amazon Prime member, you can borrow THE DEMON until April!

Happy reading!

Hugs,

Happy Holidays!

2011-12-24T18:09:00.006-06:00

OMW! THE DEMON is REALLY PLEASED!

2011-11-16T23:37:00.007-06:00

Hello all! I wanted to give you all the heads up and maybe ask for a little bit of help...

My novel, THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS has been nominated by THE ROMANCE REVIEWS as 2011's BEST PNR--ANGEL AND DEMON category! WHOOO HOOO!

How can you help? Well, I need your vote. So PLEASE take a moment and pop over to TRR and create an account (really easy) and then go here to find THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS by Harris Channing, (it's about midpage.) Click VOTE and make my day. See how much power you have? ;)

Thanks to any and all who vote...

Have a great day!

Hugs,

Happy Halloween!

2011-10-31T23:19:00.005-05:00

Hope you had a sweet, fun filled, scary night!

Hugs,

Guest blogging with Annette Snyder + a giveaway!

2011-10-16T10:17:00.001-05:00

This week I'm the happy guest of the wonderful Annette Snyder at her Fifty Author's Fifty States blog. Stop by, read my post and enter to win an ecopy of your choice of my books. C'mon, it's easy!

Happy reading,

Haven't read THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS or AN UNWILLING BARONESS? Well, they're still only .99!

We have our WINNERS!!!!

2011-09-20T22:09:00.000-05:00

A big THANK YOU to BITTEN BY PARANORMAL ROMANCE and READING BETWEEN THE WINES BOOK CLUB for sponsoring this wonderful blog hop! And another big THANKS to all that entered the 18 and Over blog hop!

Here are my five winners in no particular order:

Jackie C.
Diana
KainsHottie
Katie
Judy-Ree

I will be sending you your Smashwords coupon for a FREE download, so keep an eye on your email boxes.
Thanks a lot to everyone who stopped by.Great big hugs,

18 and Over Giveaway Hop

2011-09-14T22:20:00.001-05:00

It's GIVEAWAY time! I'm happy to announce my participation in Bitten By Paranormal Romances 18 and Over Giveaway Hop!

What am I giving away? Well, since this is a paranormal romance contest how about a an e-copy of my paranormal romance, THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS...

What's the book about you ask? Well, I'll tell you:

Stella Campbell has come back to Silverton, Georgia to bury her wicked witch of an aunt. But is she strong enough to endure what's to come?

Zane Weathers has been around a long time, like, two thousand years. But he's never met anyone who touches his warrior soul, like Stella.

Together they must face not only personal obstacles, but obstacles straight from hell!

I think though, I'll up the ante and give not one but five---yep I said FIVE-- five different commenters. So, if you don't mind, leave a comment and your email address and you could be one of the lucky ones!

Have a great time and enjoy the other 55 participants in BITTEN BY PARANORMAL ROMANCES 18 AND OVER GIVEAWAY HOP! Check the listing below to find out where to hop next.

Hugs,

Summer Giveaway Hop WINNER!!!!

2011-08-08T18:01:00.005-05:00

WINNER!!!

First of all I want to thank I Am a Reader, Not a Writer and BookHounds for hosting this wonderful hop!

Picked randomly, the winner of AN UNWILLING BARONESS is Adri! Check your e-mail Adri, I'm shooting your download your way!

Thanks to all who entered! Have a great day!

Hugs,

Summer Giveaway Hop!

2011-07-31T22:06:00.006-05:00

The Hop has begun! Start commenting to win a download of my recent release, AN UNWILLING BARONESS!! (and leave your email address so that I can contact you if you win!)

Here's what it's about:
Three years ago, Chloe allowed her heart's desire to leave her. Now Jude is back, but between his mother,her father and the Baron von Richter, is she destined to become an unwilling baroness?

Thanks for stopping by! Happy hopping!

Hugs,

Info. for Summer Giveaway Hop!!!

2011-07-29T22:49:00.001-05:00

Want a chance to win a download of AN UNWILLING BARONESS??? Stop by Aug. 1-7 and comment to win! Just remember to include your email address in your comment!

Hugs,

FINALLY! And the winners are...

2011-07-19T18:17:00.010-05:00

Thank you all for entering my Blogfest comment contest. Without further ado the following are the winners...

YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION goes to STACIE!

GOLDIE AND THE THREE BEHRS goes to NOVELS ON THE RUN

SPEED TRAP goes to STELLA

THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS goes to GESCHUMAN

and AN UNWILLING BARONESS goes to BABS!

Thanks all who entered and for taking the time to stop by and give me a shout out.

Have a wonderful day, and I'm sorry for the delay.

Hugs,

Blogfest WINNIERS!

2011-07-18T12:58:00.001-05:00

I'm running late! I will announce winners later this evening. Sorry for the delay.

H.

BLOGFEST 2011 is alive and kicking!!!

2011-07-15T00:52:00.007-05:00

Well, BLOGFEST 2011 has officially begun!

So, start commenting and be sure to leave your e-mail address in case you're a lucky winner of one of my ebooks. Also, please let me know if you want to be in the erotic romance or mainstream romance drawing along with your comment...you can be entered in both if you choose!

Anyway here is a list of my eligible books:

EROTIC ROMANCE

Yesterday's Indiscretion

Be very careful what you wish for...Thirty-something kindergarten teacher Lindy Whittaker has decided it's time to marry and start a family. Steven Hamilton, a successful businessman, seems to be "Mr. Right." But when Michael "Mac" MacIntyre, her former lover, who happens to be ten years her junior, comes to town, will he ruin all of Lindy's well-laid plans? Will she find love in stability or in passion? And will the choice she makes lead her into blissful happiness or terrifying danger?

Goldie and the Three Behrs

Some men are too hard. Some men are too soft. But only one man is just right… Choosing the perfect bed is easy, but sometimes finding the right person to share it with is an adventure! The Marquess of Blackwood lays eyes on Goldie Locksley, and immediately falls for her. Unfortunately, his youngest brother, Joseph, decides to make her his bride. But when their father tells him no, all hell breaks loose and all three brothers will do their utmost to see that they are a part of her future. But her happily ever after lies in the arms of one man. Will he be able to prove himself in time, or is Goldie destined to a life of misery or mediocrity?

Speed Trap

Running away from her abusive boyfriend, Libby Collins speeds through White Springs, Tennessee. Not a good idea when police officer Keith Davidson is on duty. She's pulled over and the attraction between her and the cop is immediate and all-consuming.
Can their new relationship be sustained when Dwayne comes to White Springs to bring Libby home? And is Libby's love enough to erase Keith's painful past?

MAINSTREAM

The Demon Is In The Details

Stella Campbell has come back to Silverton, Georgia to bury her wicked witch of an aunt. But is she strong enough to endure what's to come?

Zane Weathers has been around a long time, like, two thousand years. But he's never met anyone who touches his warrior soul, like Stella.

Together they must face not only personal obstacles, but obstacles straight from hell!

and last but certainly not least!!

An Unwilling Baroness

Three years ago, Chloe allowed her heart's desire to leave her. Now Jude is back, but between his mother,her father and the Baron von Richter, is she destined to become an unwilling baroness?

Thank you for stopping by!!!

My winners will be announced early Monday morning. Please continue on with blogfest by following these wonderful folks, each one offering a prize for your visit!

Hesperia Loves Books
Hypnotically Entraced
I Just Wanna Sit Here and Read!
IB Book Blogging
icefairy's Treasure Chest
or just head back to A Journey of Books to continuing festing!

Have a wonderful weekend!

BIG BLOGFEST HUGS!

BLOGFEST 2011 July 15-17!!!!

2011-07-14T11:18:00.004-05:00

Welcome! Starting tomorrow I'm part of the 2011 BLOGFEST. For my part I'll be giving away your choice of Harris Channing ebooks...or I may just give the all away!

Some are hot and spicy, others mainstream...it's readers choice!!!

Hugs,

Welcome Gabrielle Bisset and Amon Kalins

2011-07-08T13:44:00.004-05:00

Hello Gabrielle and Amon! Take it away!!

Interview with Amon Kalins from Stolen Destiny

Thank you, Harris, for inviting me to your blog today. My name is Gabrielle Bisset, and I’m here with one of the characters from my new novel, Stolen Destiny, Amon Kalins. Before we begin, here’s a blurb from the book to give readers a taste of the story:

Released from prison to find a murderer, a prison-hardened Varek Leale is convinced no woman deserves the man he’s become, but his Aeveren destiny makes him succumb to sweet and sexy Callia Reynolds. To catch a murderer, he and Callia must find an Aeveren with the power to control time. But Amon Kalins isn’t a man to trifle with, and when he wants something, he’ll use his powers, devastating charm, and good looks to get it.

When Amon manipulates time and seduces her away, Varek must turn to the people who set him free for help to get her back. But the Council doesn’t do anything without requiring something in return, and what they want is Amon Kalins, one of the most powerful Aeveren ever. Varek will do what he must to capture Amon and find Callia. If he doesn’t, she’ll be lost to him for untold lifetimes.

Gabrielle: Welcome, Amon. Would you tell the readers a little about yourself?

Amon: Hello, Gabrielle, Harris, and the readers. I’m Amon Kalins. I’m an ancient Aeveren and a tempuster, among other things.

Gabrielle: Explain what Aeveren are, please.

Amon: Aeveren are a race of people descended from humans but different. We were chosen by the Archangel Raziel and given gifts, such as the gift of reincarnation. We live 50 lives, whereas you humans only live one. We also have destined ones, other Aeveren who we’re meant for. And the Archangel gave us powers...well, some of us have powers. As a rule, Aeveren receive their powers after they’ve lived 20 lifetimes, but some Aeveren, like myself, were born with powers and then received more at the regular time.

Gabrielle: How many lives have you lived?

Amon: I’m in my 47th lifetime, Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: And can you remember any of your past lives? It would be so wonderful to remember all those lifetimes.

Amon: Yes, that’s part of being Aeveren. We carry our memories from each lifetime with us into the next lifetime. As for it being wonderful, I could do without some memories.

Gabrielle: Can you tell us about some of your lifetimes?

Amon: As an ancient Aeveren, I’ve been around a long time. I lived in Greece before the birth of Christ. I lived in third century Rome, during the time of Constantine. I was a Norseman on the shores of the North Sea when the people history refers to as Vikings terrorized Europe. I was a French peasant during the Black Death, and I saw my Aztec empire crumble after Cortez conquered us. I was even eighteenth century English nobility.

Gabrielle: That’s quite a history you have. How do you manage to keep all those memories in your head?

Amon: (laughs) The same way you keep everything in your head. You remember the important things and the rest slips away.

Gabrielle: What are you in this lifetime?

Amon: I am fortunate to have my servant, Gethen, who has been with me for seven lifetimes, so unlike before when I had to begin each lifetime and build up wealth, for the lifetimes he’s been with me, he watches over my assets until I’m ready for them in each lifetime. Because of all of this, I haven’t had to be anything more than a tempuster for the past few lifetimes.

Gabrielle: How does Gethen live through seven of your lifetimes?

Amon: He’s a Sidhe. To live 150 or 200 years is nothing for his kind.

Gabrielle: And being a tempuster is your power?

Amon: (devilishly grins) One of them.

Gabrielle: What is a tempuster, and what other powers do you possess?

Amon: As a tempuster, I can manipulate time. I am able to travel through time to whenever I choose, teleport within time, such as moving from here to my home in New York with just a thought, and even reverse time. I can also accelerate it, but I have to admit I’ve found few occasions when I’d prefer to do that. I also possess the ability to insert thoughts into others’ minds, if I so choose.

Gabrielle: You can time travel? Does this mean you can alter the events of history?

Amon: Technically, yes, but to Aeveren, time travel isn’t exactly as you humans think of it. Our idea of it is more fluid. So if I’ve changed anything while I’ve visited the past, it was because I was enjoying myself and events took off from there. I have no use for going back and ensuring Julius Caesar isn’t assassinated, for example. Could I change that? Yes. But how would that do anything for me?

Gabrielle: And you were born with these powers in your first lifetime all those years ago?

Amon: Only the tempuster and teleportation powers. I gained the mental power later, as I progressed through my reincarnation cycle.

Gabrielle: You sound like an incredibly powerful man. Poor Varek had almost no chance against you.

Amon: (smirks) Until the Council helped him out.

Gabrielle: I want to ask you about the destined ones idea Aeveren enjoy. I know destined ones are fellow Aeveren who you’re drawn to across distance and time and once you receive one, that man or woman is yours until they move on after 50 lifetimes. Who is your destined one?

Amon: (looks away) A woman named Sevine...I don’t know what her name is in this lifetime. I haven’t seen her since our last lifetime together in eighteenth century England.

Gabrielle: I’m confused. If she still exists and hasn’t moved on, why aren’t you with her?

Amon: She refused me because of...because of who I am.

Gabrielle: Is that why you manipulated time to take Callia away from Varek?

Amon: (in a low, deep voice) I manipulated time because I could. As for Callia, I loved her and let’s just leave it at that.

Gabrielle: Okay, I apologize if I said anything to offend you. One last question, though: Do you regret anything in any of your lifetimes?

Amon: Whatever I regret, I cannot change, so I must live with that.

Gabrielle: Thank you, Amon, for taking the time to sit with me today to talk about yourself and Stolen Destiny.

Amon: No problem, Gabrielle.

To buy Stolen Destiny, visit Siren Publishing’s site at http://www.bookstrand.com/stolen-destiny

And to find out more about Gabrielle’s books, visit her blog at http://gbisset.blogspot.com/ friend her on:
Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002481284652 and follower her on Twitter http://twitter.com/#!/gabriellebisset

Thanks for stopping by you two! Have a great day everyone!

Hugs,

YAHHH!!!!!!

2011-06-30T13:38:00.004-05:00

I'm so happy. I received a wonderful review for THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS from the sweetheart of a reviewer, MIA at The Romance Reviews.

THANK YOU MIA and everone at TRR (hi Carole!).

Here's a little snippet of the review...

This book had me at Chapter One! It's not easy to find a book that has it all: Love, Danger, Mystery, Romance, Sorrow, Happiness. This story has a number of different story lines going on, all related and all surrounded by a cloud of mystery until the very end. The characters were vividly painted and real, and I identified with them easily. The sexual tension between the hero and heroine is steamy and real and the suspense will keep you turning the pages.

If you want to read the whole thing (and I hope you do) click here.

Have a great day!

HAPPY, HAPPY hugs,

Let's welcome G.R. Yeates to the blog!!!

2011-06-29T00:01:00.005-05:00

Before we begin, let me tell you a little about our talented guest:

G.R. Yeates was born in Rochford, Essex and studied Literature & Media at the Colchester Insitute. He has lived in China where he taught English as a foreign language. A life-long interest in the First World War and world mythology inspired his series of vampire novels, The Vetala Cycle.

Now that we now a little about you, Greg, would you like to tell us about your vampire novels?

Vampires are loose in the trenches of the First World War.

Passchendaele, 1917. Private Reg Wilson is a man with a name but no memories. A soldier who remembers nothing of life before the fighting began. Until he comes to Black Wood, a tainted place that knows him intimately. There, he will discover a darkness buried long ago by time and dust. An appetite that has been awoken by war. A hunger that will feed upon his blood, his regrets and his worst fears. It will show him what he has forgotten. It will show him nightmare made flesh. And, before he dies, it will make him look deep into the eyes of the dead.

Now on to the interview...

HC: When did you start writing? Was it something you "always" did or is it something that you discovered as an adult?

GY: I started writing when I was about three or so, I think. I can remember writing a poem about a ghoul being resurrected in a town morgue and then rampaging through the streets slaughtering people. Writing is something I only started to do seriously when I was about eighteen, writing poetry and song lyrics, and then I started work on my first prose at twenty-six, which has now been published as The Eyes of the Dead.

HC: How long have you been pursuing publication? Is this your first release? If not, how many other books do you have available for purchase?

GY: The Eyes of the Dead is my first novel and my first release though it now bears no resemblance at all to the first drafts from 2007. There will be three more books from me this year, Shapes in the Mist is due out in August then Hell’s Teeth in October and The Last Post, a novella, will be out for the holidays in December.

HC: How long did it take you to write your current release? Was it a fast and furious write or a long and arduous project that you never thought you'd finish?

GY: It started in 2006 and has evolved over time as I tried to get it published. Everything since then has seemed fast and furious by comparison. I feel it’s fair to say that there is no steeper learning curve than the one I went through between 2006-2011, this goes for my writing as well as what I learned in that time about the publishing industry.

HC: What made you decide to self-publish?

GY: I decided to self-publish after running up against a number of obstacles along the traditional route. One constant throughout was the positive feedback I received on my work so this gave me the confidence to go it alone and put it out myself.

HC: Who is your favorite author? Did he/she inspire you to write?

GY: I don’t have a favourite as I think every writer has numerous influences and it is the unique combination of all those different styles, philosophies and so forth that lead to the creation of your unique authorial persona. So I would say that all of my favourites, new, old and to come, inspire me to write.

HC: What's your favorite genre to read? Do you write this genre?

GY: My genre of choice is horror and I don’t think, as a writer, it would be productive or healthy to write a genre that was not your favourite, otherwise you resort to clichés and tropes as you would not be familiar enough with the genre, its history and its structure and how it works when at its best to produce something worth reading.

HC: What's the skinny on your WIP?

GY: I’m currently working on the rewrites for Shapes in the Mist which will be out in August. There’s always fat to trim and amendments to be made so I continue the editing and revision process right up until the book goes live because what I put up there has to be perfect.

Can you tell us where we can purchase your books?

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0052BPGTM
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0052BPGTM
http://www.amazon.de/dp/B0052BPGTM
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/61836
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-eyes-of-the-dead-gr-yeates/1103948500?ean=2940011335372&itm=2&usri=the%2beyes%2bof%2bthe%2bdead

And before you go, would you mind telling us where we can find you on the web?

http://www.gryeates.co.uk
http://www.twitter.com/_gryeates
http://www.facebook/gryeates666

Thanks for stopping by!

Happy reading everyone.

Hugs,

Welcome TALIA JAGER to the blog!!!

2011-06-22T12:31:00.003-05:00

WELCOME TALIA JAGER to the blog! Thanks for stopping by today.

Talia Jager has been writing as far back as she can remember. School
summer vacations were spent writing stories. Bedtimes were ignored when
she would hide under the covers with a flashlight, notebook, and pen. She
even kept whatever story she was working on under her classwork in school.

In high school, she took all the English based classes she could. At that
time the choices were limited to creative writing and journalism. She
graduated high school with her major in English and her minor in French.
She attended college and while she did take English classes there, she
graduated with a degree in early childhood education. It wasn't too much
longer that she fell in love and had a family. Writing got pushed to the
side for a while.

Now, with the support of her family, she has published the books she had
finished and continues to write young adult dramas.

Talia lives in Texas with her husband and five daughters. Her published
works include Damaged: Natalie's Story, Teagan's Story: Her Battle With
Epilepsy, If I Die Young, and The Ultimate Sacrifice. She hopes to have
her next book out by the end of 2011.

Wonderful bio. Before we move on to our interview, could you share a bit about your most recent release?

The Ultimate Sacrfice--Within our world exists a much darker world only known to a select few. Some are identified as "gifted" and brought to a special institute where they develop their own unique talent and understanding of this world within our world.

It is here Kassia finds out her talent is both dangerous and difficult to control. She has the ability to inflict pain on an individual within her sight. It is only after a friend is being attacked that she realizes her talent is much more powerful when she brings death to the attackers. Little did she know that use of such a powerful talent alerted demons to her existence.

Suddenly she is on the run with her best friend, who ironically is immune to her power, and a new kid at school she was falling for. Realizing she can't outrun the demons, she seeks the guidance of a local shaman. The shaman explains the only escape is through her own death. In order to protect her friends and institute, she sets out to do just that.

Sounds like a very exciting book! Now, let's get started with our interview!

HC: When did you start writing? Was it something you "always" did or is it something that you discovered as an adult?

TJ: I have always been writing. I kept a story that I wrote in elementary school. Writing is like a part of me. Even if I was to never sell a book, writing is something I would still do. I love it.

HC: How long have you been pursuing publication? Is this your first release? If not, how many other books do you have available for purchase?

TJ: A few years ago, some friends encouraged me to try and get published. I sent some queries out, but kept getting the same response. Basically, the subject matter wasn't for them. My husband kept telling me to self-publish and that eBooks were the future. I ignored him for quite a while. Finally, he convinced me and in July 2010, I put my first eBook up for sale. Now, I
have 4 eBooks: Damaged: Natalie's Story, Teagan's Story: Her Battle With Epilepsy, If I Die Young, and The Ultimate Sacrifice.

HC: How long did it take you to write your current release? Was it a fast and furious write or a long and arduous project that you'd never thought you'd finish?

TJ: The Ultimate Sacrifice was a fast and furious write. I got an idea and I ran with it. I couldn't wait to get it out on paper.

HC: What's your favorite genre to read? Do you write this genre?

TJ: Young adult. Yes, this is what I write. Either young adult drama or paranormal.

HC: In your books, who is your favorite character?

TJ: I love all my main characters. If I had to pick one, I'd pick Kassia. I love writing for her. I love her friendship with Mira.

HC: What's the skinny on your WIP?

TJ: I have 3. I just finished the first draft on my next book, a YA paranormal, and am waiting a couple weeks before I do my first edit. In the meantime, I have started writing an edgy YA drama. I'm also brainstorming for the sequel to The Ultimate Sacrifice. I'm hoping to have
at least 2 of these out in 2011.

HC: Is your family aware of your writing? Do you share your work with them,
or would you rather they didn't read your stories?

TJ: Yes, they are aware of my writing. Some of them read the books, some don't. My teenager loves to read them, but they're not my husband's cup of tea. They are very supportive though and I couldn't do this without them.

Thanks so much for being here today, Talia! Where can we find your books?

http://www.amazon.com/The-Ultimate-Sacrifice-ebook/dp/B0051PKVS0
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-ultimate-sacrifice-talia-jager/10312127
20?ean=2940012446725&itm=4&usri=talia%2bjager
http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-ultimate-sacrifice/id439609977?mt=11
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/60763

and where can we find you?

http://taliajager.blogspot.com
http://www.facebook.com/taliajager
http://twitter.com/taliajager

Thanks again, Talia! And happy reading everyone!

Hugs,

Welcome Gabrielle Bisset's Vasilije to the blog and a GIVEAWAY!

2011-06-21T00:00:00.002-05:00

Today, please welcome Gabrielle Bisset's villain Vasilije to the blog!

Gabrielle has been kind enough (or trusting enough) to send me here to Harris Channing’s blog today to talk about her novella, Vampire Dreams. My name is Vasilije, and for lack of a better word, I’m the villain. Villain is such a course way of describing what I am, though. Let’s say I make things interesting for my dear Brandon and the lovely Arden.

I promised Gabrielle I’d give the readers the blurb, so take a look at this and then we can get to the more interesting discussion of me.

Homeless and without any family, Arden Stephens must live on the streets of mid 19th century London, never a safe place for a young woman. One night, as she is running for her life from an attacker, she is rescued by Brandon Ridley and offered a place in his home as his maid. Brandon is enchanted by Arden from the moment they meet, but just as she has secrets, so too does he. A vampire hundreds of years old, he yearns for the companionship she can give him. But for that he must make her one of his kind.

Nightly, he visits her in her sleep, preparing her for the night he will finally make her his own. For Arden, the wanton dreams she has about her handsome employer seduce her and each day when she wakes up, she finds herself more drawn to him. But love and desire aren't enough for Brandon to sire her. He must first obtain the approval of his maker, an ancient vampire named Vasilije who has thwarted his chance for happiness before.

But if Brandon can convince him, he may finally find the love he's been without for centuries.

I have to say she has a delightful way of making a very erotic story sound quite romantic. But don’t let the blurb fool you. Brandon may seem all brooding and sulky, but as the one who sired him, I know beneath that tortured vampire surface lies the heart of a truly sensual soul. It’s one of the things that made me want to make him a vampire in the first place.

But let’s move on to a more interesting topic. As a vampire, I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying hundreds of years of this delightful world. Long before the time Vampire Dreams occurs, I was roaming this earth partaking of all the delicious wonders it offers. It’s truly one of the blessings of being a vampire—the extended lifetimes we are given allow us to sample so much of the world, certainly more than mere humans can with their meager lifetimes of less than one hundred years.

I’ve had dinner with da Vinci and his lovely model for the Mona Lisa. What a delicious bite she was! And the court of Henry VIII...oh, could I tell you stories. What divine women that Anne Boleyn loved to bring around! I even spent some lovely time with Countess Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary, whom many consider one of us. She wasn’t a vampire, of course, but she happily availed me of all the treasures of her kingdom.

Now the world of Queen Victoria isn’t my natural environment, I admit. On its surface, it’s all proper and repressed, two traits I’d prefer to stay away from, if at all possible. However, just below the surface is a world of sex that might even make a vampire blush, if we could. Victorian England can provide a soul with any kink they’d like, if one knows where to look.

You see, while being a vampire is full of self-loathing and brooding for those like my dear Brandon, for me it’s the best of all worlds. I’ve seen some of the greatest events in history as they’ve occurred all the while dining on some of the finest the world has to offer. And I’m not done yet. I continue to grow more powerful as the years go on, and I look forward to many more nights of all the delights my world affords me.

I promised that delicious morsel Gabrielle that I’d give readers an excerpt of the novella, so here it is.

“As someone who’s been a vampire for so long, you should know the alcohol never works like it did when you were human.”

Startled, Brandon turned to see his sire standing in the doorway. “Vasilije, what are you doing here?”

“Whatever could be the matter with my Brandon?”

As he spoke, Vasilije glided across the room toward the man he’d turned so many years earlier. Brandon watched him push his long black hair from his face to reveal the beautiful features his sire had possessed for as long as he’d known him. Crystal blue eyes stared into his as he struggled to look away.

Vasilije stopped within a foot of Brandon and reached his pale fingers out to touch his face. “What is it that makes you want to drown yourself in this ineffective poison?”

Brandon turned away to escape his touch and moved to the chair behind his desk, hoping to put some distance between him and his visitor. The last thing he wanted was for Vasilije to know anything about Arden.

With the desk in front of him, he felt his control begin to build. “Why are you here, Vasilije?”

His sire sat down in a leather chair across from the desk and tilted his head back, eyeing the ceiling. “I’m bored, dear Brandon. London is so dreadfully boring this time of year.” Vasilije lowered his gaze to meet Brandon’s. “I crave excitement.”

“I’m the last person you should call on if you seek excitement.”

“I thought you might have some idea how I might entertain myself,” Vasilije said leaning forward.

“Anything new?”

Brandon prayed to God he hadn’t heard anything of Arden. “Nothing that would interest you. Household staff changes, a minor loss in a business deal...”

“Good God, Brandon! You are the most boring vampire I know. What happened to that interesting young man I turned all those years ago?”

“He lived too many years and matured.”

Flinging himself back in his seat, Vasilije waved away Brandon’s words. “Do you remember the times we had, just the two of us, right after I sired you? Oh, how many of those zealous Puritan believers did we have? I miss those days.”

“I don’t. I was never as entertained by that as you.”

Vasilije stood, his face twisted in disgust. “You really are quite suited to the repressed times of Victoria, aren’t you?”

“You can go anywhere you want. If London is so boring, why not go somewhere else?” Immediately, before Arden wakes up.

Walking away, the older vampire said, “I think I just might, my dear Brandon. I won’t bother extending an offer for you to join me as I can see you’re supremely content drinking to your happiness.”

Brandon smiled, hoping the visit had ended. “Goodbye, Vasilije.”

Turning to face him, Vasilije returned the smile. “Never goodbye. And remember, I’ll be around if you have any need to visit me.”

Want a chance to win a copy of Vampire Dreams? Simply leave a comment and Gabrielle will give one lucky winner a download of the novella.

Vampire Dreams can be found at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords. Readers can contact Gabrielle at gabriellebisset@gmail.com and visit her blog at http://gbisset.blogspot.com/

Thank you, Harris, for having me today. It’s been charming. And for all of you out there, it’s been a delight visiting with you. See you soon.

-Vasilije

Thank you Vasilije! And thank you Gabrielle!

Happy reading!

Hugs,

AN UNWILLING BARONESS GIVEAWAY!!

2011-06-16T10:39:00.005-05:00

Head over to Gabrielle Bisset's blog for a chance to win a download of AN UNWILLING BARONESS! All you have to do to enter is leave a comment with your e-mail address!

Good luck and HAPPY READING!

Hugs,

Please welcome CHARLIE ROMO to the blog!!

2011-06-15T10:10:00.004-05:00

Today let's welcome author Charlie Romo to the blog! He's the author of MOONGLOW, a sci-fi lesbian romance set in a future fashion world. He's also a private chef, photographer, artist and fashion enthusiast from San Antonio, Texas. Single, no children, 2 cats. :)

Before we start our interview, could you tell me a little more about MOONGLOW?

Ensemble Sci-Fi Lesbian Romance set in a future fashion world. Lots of models, melodrama, sass & heart! MOONGLOW tells an eclectic story rich in emotion & drama to which anyone who has ever been in love can relate. MOONGLOW will titillate your imagination, strum your heartstrings & prove that -- no matter what era -- love is our strongest ally.

Thank you Charlie, now, on to the interview!
HC: When did you start writing? Was it something you "always" did or is it something that you discovered as an adult?

CR: Ever since I was very small, I enjoyed making up stories. I suppose all children do it as they play with their toys but my knack for fiction extended into grade school. I would write brief stories with pictures and pass them around to my classmates, who rather enjoyed them. Sometimes I made short movies with friends as class projects. When I was 13, I tried my hand at screenwriting. I even hunted down a literary agent who believed in me and helped me grow as a promising talent! That was an experience I'll always be greatful for. However, life took me in other directions as time went on and it took me this long to get back to my true calling in life -- telling stories. So -- in short -- I've always known.

HC:How long did it take you to write your current release? Was it a fast and furious write or a long and arduous project that you'd never thought you'd finish?

CR: I began dreaming about the world and characters of MOONGLOW in 2003. Over time, everything grew more and more real, to the point that I couldn't control it any longer and began writing everything down 2 years ago. So 6 years of conceptualization, 2 years writing. I finished MOONGLOW on March 23rd, 2011, at 6:33 AM. :)

HC: What made you decide to self-publish?

CR: I was adamant on playing the game the traditional way. I was embedded in seeking an agent before moving forward with anything else. After two months of rather kind rejections, I felt I had to focus on the most important thing -- getting this story to the people. I have huge plans for MOONGLOW. For this project to elevate to where I'm taking it, it needs to generate steam NOW. So, I couldn't wait any longer. I'm still open to proper representation but the most important thing is done. My book is out there, attracting comments and thoughts, available for the people.

HC: What's the skinny on your WIP?

CR: Currently, I'm working on the final draft of MOONGLOW's screenplay adaptation and her sequal.

HC: Is your family aware of your writing? Do you share your work with them, or would you rather they didn't read your stories?

CR: My family LOVES my work. Their support and faith in me have been crucial to my success.

Charlie, thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions! MOONGLOW sounds like an amazing book!

If you want to learn more about MOONGLOW, please visit the sites below!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/62372
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/MOONGLOW-ebook/dp/B0054GZ794 (and agree with all tags, please!)
Blog: http://moonglownovel.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MoonglowRomance
Shelfari: http://www.shelfari.com/books/23884685/MOONGLOW
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/MoonglowNovel
Tumblr: http://moonglownovel.tumblr.com/

For more information on Charlie Romo, please visit one or more of these lovely sites:

Blog: http://moonglowlounge.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/moonglow1980
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/MoonglowLounge
Tumblr: http://moonglowlounge.tumblr.com/

Thank you again, Charlie!

Happy reading and have a great day!

Hugs,

Random Thoughts from an Unbalanced Mind...or Melissa's Blog: ATH: HARRIS CHANNING

2011-06-06T12:31:00.000-05:00

Random Thoughts from an Unbalanced Mind...or Melissa's Blog: ATH: HARRIS CHANNING: "Extend a big old Harmless welcome to Harris Channing! She has a free download of her book The Demon is in the Details. Check out Harris arou..."

WELCOME Julia Crane to the blog!!!

2011-06-06T10:34:00.003-05:00

Today, let's welcome Indie Author JULIA CRANE to the blog.

Author Bio

Julia crane is the author of the Coexist: Keegan’s Chronicles. She has a bachelors degree in criminal justice. Julia has believed in magical creatures since the day her grandmother first told her an Irish tale. Growing up her mother greatly encouraged reading and using your imagination. Although she’s spent most of her life on the US east coast, she currently lives in Dubai with her husband and three children.

Julia's book, Coexist will be released mid June! And it looks like a winner. Check out her book trailer!!

Do you have a blurb to share?

Sixteen-year-old Keegan is struggling to keep her huge secret from her friends—she's an elf, descended from a long line of elves that lives in secrecy alongside humans.

In elfin society, mates are predetermined but not allowed to meet until they are 18. Against tradition, Keegan's brother Thad told her Rourk's name because his visions warned him she'd need Rourk's protection, especially since Keegan will play a key role in the coming war between the dark and light elves.

Rourk finds himself drawn to Keegan's side every time she thinks his name. He wants to talk to her but remains in the shadows, silently guarding her every time she mentally beckons him. A twist of fate thrusts the two of them together when Rourk is forced to step up his protection and make his presence known.

An ancient prophesy deeply entwines Keegan's family in the future of their society. Depending on the outcome of the battle Keegan and Rourk may never have their life together.

Interview

HC When did you start writing? Was it something you "always" did or is it something that you discovered as an adult?

JC When I was younger I wrote a lot. I sent short stories and poems to magazines as a young teen. Hand written and by snail mail. I’m sure it would be a good laugh if I could get my hands on them. I stopped writing as I got older, life just took over, and it seemed like an unrealistic dream. Instead I buried myself in others' books. I have always loved to read.

When I was in college, I had to write a 10 page paper on five events in my life that had an impact on the person I had become. The teacher read the first page to the class and asked to see me after school. He invited me to join a creative writing club. This re-sparked my interest in writing. However, I had two young children at home and was lucky I had time to go to college let alone anything extra. So it was put on the back burner once again.

Fast forward several years later we moved to Dubai. Prior to moving, I ran a small business a home CrossFit gym. Which kept me extremely busy. In Dubai, I had nothing to occupy my time, so I decided to write.

HC How long did it take you to write your current release? Was it a fast and furious write or a long and arduous project that you'd never thought you'd finish?

JC It took about three months to get the rough draft complete. A VERY rough draft. I have spent the last 3-4 revising and editing.

HC What made you decide to self-publish?

JC I read an article on self-publishing, and how it has opened the doors to so many. I thought it was a great opportunity to do something I had always dreamed of.

HC What is your writing schedule like?

JC I wish I had a schedule. I have three children, so I write when I can. I’m often up late at night writing while everyone is asleep.

HC Who is your favorite author? Did he/she inspire you to write?

JC My favorite author is Ayn Rand, and no I can’t say she inspired me to write. However, she did inspire me to be a better person.

HC In your books, who is your favorite character?

JC That would have to be Thaddeus, even though he is not a main character he has a lot on his shoulders. He is expected to save the elves from extinction. Thaddeus has a great personality, and very insightful for his age.

HC What’s the skinny on your WIP?

JC I’m currently working on book two in the series of Keegan’s Chronicles. It will be called Conflicted. I’m hoping to have it out fall/winter timeframe.

HC Is your family aware of your writing? Do you share your work with them, or would you rather they didn't read your stories?

JC My family is aware, however most of my friends are not. I’m probably driving my family crazy it’s the only thing I seem to talk about these days. Once I get the book listed I will announce it on Facebook and tell all my friends.

HC Please list your website, blogs, facebook links, etc.

http://coexistjuliacrane.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Coexist/115884635089019

http://twitter.com/#!/search/juliacrane2

Julia, thank you so much for stopping by~and remember Coexist: Keegan's Chronicles is coming this month!!!

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to do this interview with you. It was a lot of fun!

And thanks everyone for taking a gander.

Hugs,
Harris.

An Unwilling Baroness - All Romance Ebooks

2011-06-05T16:21:00.000-05:00

An Unwilling Baroness - All Romance Ebooks

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2011-06-05T15:45:00.000-05:00

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2011-05-26T22:55:00.000-05:00

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NEW RELEASE! AN UNWILLING BARONESS!!

2011-05-21T08:30:00.005-05:00

Hello All!

Thought that maybe, someone, somewhere would be interested in my new release!
One could hope, right?

What's it called, you ask?

AN UNWILLING BARONESS

What's it about?

Three long years ago, Lady Chloe Pembridge made a mistake. She allowed her pride
to push away the man she loves. Can she make him see her feelings are real, or
is it all too late?

Jude Arden left a bitter, broken man when the love of his life rebuffed his
affections. But seeing her again, he wonders if maybe, in his haste, he
misjudged her. Now, with the Baron von Richter in the picture, has he lost her
for good?

Where can I find it?

You can find AN UNWILLING BARONESS at the following links:

on Amazon.com, Amazon UK, Smashwords, and Barnes and Noble.
Hope you'll give it a read!

Hugs,

http://www.harrischanning.com/

What? Another FREE Short Story?

2011-05-15T23:06:00.014-05:00

I've done it again! THE CANNOLI FACTOR is available now FOR FREE at Smashwords! It's a short, SWEET romance unlike CREAM AND SUGAR, which is short and SENSUAL!

And don't forget! THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS is on sale for .99! It's available from Amazon.com, Amazon UK, Amazon DE, Smashwords and Barnes and Noble.

Thanks for stopping by! Have a great day!

Hugs,

Happy Mother's Day!

2011-05-08T08:57:00.004-05:00

I had a wonderful day with my mother yesterday. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOM! I love you.

And to everyone who happens upon my blog, if you can call your mom, see your mom or hug your mom, do it! If you can't, think about her, offer up a prayer but still wish her a Happy Mother's Day. After all, you're here because of her.

The above picture is a print by Steve Hanks. I have it hanging in my bedroom. When I came home from the hospital after having my second child, my husband gave it to me in honor of that special day and our special child. It makes me smile every time and I wanted to share.

Anyway, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOTHERS OUT THERE. Enjoy your day.

Hugs,

Goddess Fish Party Pavilion: It's true, the demon really is in the details!

2011-05-02T10:08:00.000-05:00

Goddess Fish Party Pavilion: It's true, the demon really is in the details!: "Thanks for hosting this PARTY! Where's my lampshade? THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS is on sale for only .99! What's it about? Stella Campb..."

Guest Blogger: Harris Channing with Giveaway!

2011-04-28T11:59:00.000-05:00

Guest Blogger: Harris Channing with Giveaway!

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2011-04-27T10:09:00.000-05:00

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2011-04-26T15:36:00.000-05:00

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G.W. Jeffries is in the HOUSE!!!!

2011-04-25T11:48:00.005-05:00

G.W. Jefferies' Apolo Drakuvich captures the life of a petty criminal whose story is summed up by a quote from his long-time crush: "He may look smart, but he really isn't." The book is a pleasurable read ranging from bizarre and senseless to utterly tragic. Revolving around parasitic journalism, media and government corruption, and a ruthless, conniving judge who milks the citizens out of millions of dollars, Apolo Drakuvich can be described as a compilation of wild and sheer madness--captivating the readers' attention from beginning to end. With its raw descriptions, penetrating dialogue and crisp writing, this book is like no other.

Within all the madness that so epitomizes the life of Apolo, G.W. Jeffries presents a live of regret in epic proportions. Sitting in a jail cell, Apolo reflects, "One thing is for sure, I let it all slip away...so many opportunities lost." Apolo sadly examines the events and decisions of his life, and the paths he took and should have taken. Apolo seeks peace of mind and justice, but flashbacks of his past continuously haunt him; moreover, he seems to be victimized by a corrupt justice system everywhere he goes.

Initially, the book has Apolo eight years removed from his troubled past. The story then flashes back from different stages of Apolo's life, giving the audience the background it needs to understand his character as a whole.

From being called "dork" and bullied by "Cocaine Shane" during his school days, Apolo goes through a number of life changing events. One of the most defining moments of the book, peering deeply into his character, is the scene in which Apolo states, "I wasn't always like this. I'm a hardened, thicker skin, arrogant fool. Like all of us, past events have shaped me into the person I'm today. But I've gone through so much crap. This environment has changed me. The people. The stupidity." As an offender, Apolo discusses pertinent issues of today's society, where it is next to impossible for offenders to live normal lives, despite the desire to do so. Essentially, law enforcement and authorities seem to systematically destroy the offender by placing constraints on the offender such as restrictions on where to live, GPS monitoring, registering as offenders on websites, and more.

Apolo Drakuvich is a must-read, highly recommended thriller that is a microcosm of numerous real-life issues encompassing the wild, the bizarre, and the tragic.

Find your composure, don’t lose your mind.

Available from AMAZON.COM and BARNES AND NOBLE for .99! Why not check it out?

Have a great day!
Hugs,

Welcome Katrina Parker Williams to the blog!!!

2011-04-18T07:07:00.006-05:00

Hello! Let's welcome the lovely Katrina Parker Williams to the blog! She's an Indie writer with flair!

Amazon Book Page: http://www.amazon.com/Trouble-South-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B004SUR600/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_1

Book Title: Trouble Down South and Other Stories

Book Description: Enslavement, murder, abuse, illness: there's real trouble for the characters in Trouble Down South and Other Stories. The short stories take the reader on a journey to the past through a collection of interestingly crafted pieces of flawed humanness, social injustice, and redemption, and even humor.

The short story collection of historical fiction chronicles events spanning more than 150 years and addresses a wide range of experiences from African-American perspectives. The stories are set in the South amid a changing landscape in which the characters are forced to wrestle with the social issues surrounding Native Americans, slavery, racism, Prohibition, World War I, the Korean War, Civil Rights, the Vietnam War, health, religion, mental illness, and education.

Author Bio: Katrina Parker Williams is an English Instructor at a community college. A Barton College graduate with a B.S. in Communications and a Masters of Education in English from East Carolina University, she spends a lot of her time teaching grammar and composition classes, communicating with students, and grading papers. But when she’s not drilling the proper use of grammar and mechanics into her students’ minds, she writes fiction. She describes herself as a story teller: “I like to create stories that are entertaining and interesting to read. I like off-beat characters. They make telling a story fun.”

Book Excerpt: From the short story Rock.

The year the United States entered the War, Buford Tee Jefferson opened the Nickel and Dimer in Jones County. He purchased a run-down piece of property, located near the route of the New Orleans and Northeastern Railroad to build his juke joint. He wanted to attract the colored railroad workers and saw mill employees who had money to spend. It was a place the coloreds in Jones County could go that would be free of the raucousness and bawdiness of the barrelhouse crowd at the Hankering in Wayne County, a place to let off some steam without having to trudge twenty or more miles to the Hankering.

Buford Tee offered his prime whiskey at the Nickel and Dimer and hired local colored talent to perform for the patrons. Those that wanted a little more action could make their way to the Hankering, freely doling out money on the crib girls for their services, the crib girls happily obliging.

A year later the Eighteenth Amendment was passed, prohibiting the manufacture and sale of alcohol. It was now the law of the land, but it proved difficult to enforce. The Volstead Act solved this problem. When people in the county heard that everything from whiskey to rum to beer was being banned, they vehemently protested against the law, chiding that it violated their civil rights and infringed upon their personal liberties. If they wanted to drink, they felt it was their God-given right to do so. They also argued that if they could die for the country in the War, then they damn sure should have the right to take a drink whenever the notion hit them.

August thought the new law was going to put a dent in his whiskey-making business, but it actually gave it a boost, many residents stocking up on liquor just in case the ban would render the county completely dry. The sheriff of Jones County, Sheriff Coffield, never enforced the laws banning alcohol in his county, allowing August to continue his enterprise without interference.

As soldiers returned home from the War, they were surprised to learn that alcohol was banned in the States. They were angry, particularly, because alcohol was sold unreservedly overseas and they could indulge freely while on their tour of duty. The soldiers couldn’t believe the evangelists and prohibitionists, that they had risked their lives for, had taken away a freedom they believed was guaranteed by the Constitution, something that helped them keep their sanity during the War, many coming home from the War addicted to the intoxicating brew.

Many colored soldiers made their way to the Nickel and Dimer, dressed in their military uniforms, to knock back a few bottles of whiskey, tell some war stories, and gamble. The crowd welcomed the soldiers like they were colored celebrities. One soldier, in particular, Hezekiah Bennett, nicknamed Rock in the War because he had a head shaped like a rock, all lumpy and dented, bragged about how he saved a whole white infantry unit, telling the story with zeal, other soldiers refusing to recant their war stories, wanting only to forget the whole experience, the nightmares and flashbacks paralyzing them to the point they couldn’t acclimate themselves back into society.

“At daybreak, you see, we were starting our advancement,” Rock narrated, holding a whiskey bottle in one hand and a soldier’s smoke in the other.

“Yeah, and what happened then?” one patron asked, listening intently to his tale.

“The enemy forces were closing in, you see,” Rock added.

“Uh huh, uh huh,” another patron said, urging Rock on, who had paused to take a swig of whiskey and a long drag on his Camel cigarette.

“There were men all over, see?” Rock continued. “Men laying out, some wounded, some dead.”

“Go ‘head,” the first patron insisted, tired of his slow progress in the story.

“We couldn’t stop. We had to leave the wounded,” Rock said.

“Why?” the other patron asked.

“There was gunfire and shells all over our heads,” Rock said. “We couldn’t stop advancing until we got to a position to take the enemy out.”

“And what happened then?” the first patron asked.

“Two white soldiers and me, we saw a shell hole and made a run for it,” he replied.

“Yeah, uh huh,” the other patron said, hanging on to Rock’s every word.

“I managed to dive in,” Rock said.

“Yeah?” the other patron said.

“They fell in after me,” Rock added. “They was hit, both of them.”

“And,” the first patron egged on.

“I bandaged their wounds and got them stable,” Rock said. “One guy lost his life. The other lost just his hand. Then I advanced forward. I had to leave them and take out the enemy.”

“Did you take them out?” the other patron asked.

“Hell yeah, I took them out,” Rock boasted. “We pushed them damn Germans back. We beat they asses. They gave us medals and welcomed us back to D.C. Colored soldiers, a colored platoon did that.”

“Damn, you the man,” the first patron commented. “You the damn man. Barkeep, get this soldier another drink!"

As more patrons entered the joint, they gathered around to hear Rock retell his story many times that night, each retell embellished a little bit more with exaggerated details. Rock didn’t see any harm in it. He was a hero in their eyes, no doubt.

As the night went on, the soldiers also longed to feel a warm body next to them, keeping the local, single, colored ladies who were looking for a husband or a sugar papa busy on the dance floor. Those, not trying to be tied down to one woman, who wanted to just get laid would head to the Hankering to indulge themselves in the crib girls.

Rock and a few other colored soldiers entered the Hankering, again Rock retelling his war story to interested patrons. They would buy him drink after drink to keep his narrative going. The other soldiers, not interested in talking about the war, their memories more demoralizing than Rock’s, would find a crib girl to entertain them, heading to the back rooms to get gratification. By three in the morning, the soldiers would have their fill of liquor and women and would be ready to head home, proudly wearing their uniforms that had become disheveled and soiled with sweat, alcohol, and sex.

Several admiring patrons offered to take Rock home. He turned them down, deciding, instead, to walk home since it was only a couple of miles away heading through town. He had hiked hundreds of miles in France, so that little jaunt was nothing for him.

When he reached town, he passed two white soldiers coming out of the Wayfarer’s Lounge, a honky tonk for whites. Rock recognized one of the soldiers, the one missing his left hand, and rushed up to him to see how he was doing.

“Hey, remember me? In that shell hole in France?” Rock asked excitedly, believing the man would recognize him.

“What? Naw, I don’t know you!” the soldier snapped.

“But remember? I pulled you out of that sniper fire. I bandaged you up. I saved your life,” Rock continued, trying to jog the soldier’s memory.

“Look, nigger. I told you I didn’t know you. You ain’t saved my ass. So get the hell out of my face!” the soldier said harshly.

Rock, puzzled by the soldier’s angry display, fell silent. He was certain that was the man he had pulled from the gunfire.

“Sorry,” Rock said and turned and walked away.

While walking home, Rock replayed the incident in his mind over and over, thinking the War had forged a common bond among all men in uniform, coloreds and whites. Apparently, it had not, based on that soldier’s reaction. Still, Rock was positive that was the man whose life he had saved.

**********

It was night, the air was thick and humid, and the sky was lit by gunfire. Rock and his colored platoon were advancing forward toward the Germans. The white platoons ahead of them had been hit from overhead by German Hun planes, spraying liquid fire at them. When they saw the planes coming their way, Rock and his platoon fell to the ground, the wind from the planes stirring up around their faces and cooling them off. They waited until the barrage ended and advanced forward once again, coming upon several wounded soldiers from the white platoon.

Rock could hear the Huns returning, and he knew he needed to get the wounded out of harm’s way before the barrage of shrapnel and machine guns started pumping again. Rock pulled two white soldiers to a shell hole and helped to bandage them up. One soldier died, but the other, he was able to save his life, although he would lose his hand, blown off by shrapnel flying through the air. After Rock finished tying a tourniquet around the soldier’s arm and bandaging his hand to stop the bleeding, he prepared to head to the next pile of human bodies ahead of him, but the soldier grabbed his hand and thanked him for saving his life, his pale skin darkened by mud and blood covering his face and body. Rock nodded, the white man’s face burned into his memory. Rock had not allowed himself to feel anything during his stint in the war, trying only to do his duty and make it back home alive. The look in the man’s eyes almost made him cry, but he couldn’t allow the tears to form, emotions a deadly weapon in a war. Rock told him he’d be okay and moved on to the bodies lying ahead of him.

**********

Rock was less than a mile from home when he heard footsteps running behind him. He turned to see the two white soldiers barreling toward him. He took off running, but they overtook him and knocked him to the ground, punching and kicking him.

“You sumbabitch!” the handless soldier shouted.

“You ain’t shit,” the other soldier yelled. “You ain’t nothing but a piece of trash, nigger.”

“Done got high and mighty walking ‘round here with that uniform on,” the handless soldier snapped.

The other soldier beat Rock almost unconscious, and then he started ripping the uniform from Rock’s body, hollering, “Take that damned uniform off. Disgracing our country.”

When they finished with Rock, they left him nearly naked on the side of the dirt road. Rock didn’t regain consciousness until early that morning. He was groggy and sore, his side throbbing. He sat up, giving his body some time to adjust to the pains shooting through him. Then he shook his head and tried to stand up, his legs stiffened by the cool, damp air. He looked around to see his clothes torn and strewn in the road. The tee shirt and underwear he had on were torn, and he wondered what had happened to him.

Rock stood up slowly, gaining his balance, and headed down the road, walking as close to the bushes as he could. After a short ways, he heard a car heading his way. He ducked behind some bushes and waited for the car to pass, but it didn’t. It stopped on the side of the road. It was Buford Tee. He had seen the torn uniform in the road and wondered what happened, thinking the worse had occurred, another lynching.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Buford Tee cursed.

The soldier, recognizing Buford Tee from the Nickel and Dimer, stepped out from behind the bushes and walked slowly toward him. Buford Tee looked up to see the half-naked man walking toward him, stunned but relieved at what he saw.

“Hey, you alright there?” Buford Tee asked.

“As much as I can be,” Rock replied. “You mind sir, giving me a lift?”

“Sure,” Buford Tee said, helping him to the car.

“You need a doctor?” Buford Tee asked, prepared to take him to one.

“No,” Rock replied.

“You want me to take you home?” Buford Tee asked.

“Ain’t got no home,” Rock said, his parents having died a few years before he left for the War, Rock figuring joining up would give him a better chance at a good life.

“Where you been staying since you got home from the War?” Buford Tee asked.

“Wherever somebody would let me,” Rock answered.

“Oh,” Buford Tee said, noticing Rock was tired of answering questions and drifting in and out of consciousness.

Buford Tee took him to his house and helped him to a guest bedroom to let him recuperate. He called the colored county doctor to come see about him. The doctor gave him some pain medicine and told Buford Tee he’d be alright in a few days, no broken bones to keep him down. Buford Tee thanked the doctor and paid him for his services. When Rock awoke later that day, Buford Tee fried some catfish and cornbread for him and poured him a tall glass of whiskey.

“What happened to you, man?” Buford Tee asked, placing a tray in front of him. The soldier told him what happened, not with the same exuberance he had been telling his war stories the night before at the Nickel and Dimer and at the Hankering.

“That’s some shit,” Buford Tee snapped. “A colored man risk his damn life in the War fighting for people that’ll thank you when they scared shitless they gone die but act like you a piece of shit when they get back to the states.”

“I know that was the man I saved,” Rock said, still trying to convince himself of that truth.

It took a week for Rock to fully recover, Buford Tee allowing him to stay with him until he was well enough to get out on his own. Rock didn’t have a job or a place to stay, so Buford Tee offered him a job at the Nickel and Dimer and set him up in a rental apartment he owned to help him get back on his feet.

Blog at: http://troubledownsouth.wordpress.com/

Katrina Parker Williams is the author of a short story collection titled Trouble Down South and Other Stories and a fictional novel titled Liquor House Music. Her short stories and articles have appeared online in literary journals and magazines, including Charlotte Viewpoint, Muscadine Lines, and the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Find her books at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004SR10ZK

Thanks for stopping by Katrina! Your books sound amazing!!!

Happy reading everyone.

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New Cover and a free erotic short story!

2011-04-15T12:53:00.009-05:00

Hi all, Yep, I did it. I changed the cover of THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS. Not that I didn't love the old cover, I did. It just didn't convey the romance. And let's face it...I'm a romnace writer. So, without futher ado...here's the new cover. And to celebrat the new cover, I've lowered the price, once again, to .99! You can find DEMON at Amazon.com, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords.com and don't forget, my free erotic short story CREAM AND SUGAR is available from Barnes and Noble and Smashwords! Yep, I said FREE!!!!!

Have a great weekend! See yah Monday!!

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We have FE Heaton...join us for the fun!!!

2011-04-03T22:53:00.012-05:00

Please welcome FELICITY HEATON to the blog! She's quite the writer and of the paranormal kind! Love vamnps? Love werewolves? Check out her books! You won't be sorry!!!!
Today she's talking about her latest release, HUNTER'S MOON...

Hunter's Moon
F E Heaton

The horror of the night he failed to save his werewolf pack from the cruelty of their vampire masters has haunted Nicolae for one hundred years, driving him deep into the Canadian wilderness in search of peace. That peace is threatened when unfamiliar hunters and the scent of blood lead him to a beautiful woman and a hard decision—face his past and help her or risk losing everyone he cares about again.

Bearing a heart filled with grief and with vengeance on her mind, Tatyana is intent on killing the hunters she’s tracking and returning to her vampire bloodline, but her plan didn’t include being shot with poisoned arrows or rescued by a glowering alpha werewolf who stirs forbidden hunger in her.

When the hunters make their move, will Nicolae be able to stop them before it’s too late? Will he be able to overcome the darkness in his heart and embrace his desire for a vampire? And can Tatyana face her fears and risk her life for the sake of forbidden love?

e-book price: $2.99
paperback price: $6.99
genre: paranormal werewolf romance
length: 65000 words
rating: sultry
released: February 2011
Book 9 in the Vampires Realm series – http://www.vampiresrealm.com

Available in e-book from:
Author’s Website
Amazon Kindle
Amazon Kindle UK
Barnes and Noble
Fictionwise.com
Also available at the Apple iBookstore

Available in paperback from:
Amazon.com

Excerpt
The woman’s eyes were closed, her fair hair spread across the ground in a golden wave. Moonlight shone down into the glade, the bare branches of the trees splitting it into bright shafts that bathed her. Nicolae sniffed again and listened. No heartbeat but he couldn’t be sure. Twin darts punctured her black fatigues, one in the left of her chest, up from her heart, and the second in the right side of her stomach. Could she have survived that?

He caught the scent of the hunters on the darts.

Why had they killed her?

She was dressed like them.

Nicolae listened again for a pulse. None came.

There were some things that he couldn’t do as a wolf. He shuffled back a few paces to give himself more room and then focused. His bones popped and body twisted, the black fur on it slowly disappearing as he transformed back into his normal form. He grimaced and growled quietly, containing his pain for fear of alerting the hunters to his presence. He wasn’t sure if they had gone and he wasn’t sure if the woman was dead. He couldn’t let either of them know what he was. His ribs stretched and his limbs cracked back into human forms still covered in patches of fur. It swept backwards, towards his shoulders, revealing deformed fingers that pushed out into normal shapes. His muzzle compressed, his teeth receding, and he moved onto his hind legs, standing with a wobble. Pain ripped down his spine with the final shift of his bones beneath his now human skin, and he bit back his desire to throw his head back and scream out his agony.

Nicolae clenched his fists and breathed deep, waiting with closed eyes for the pain to pass and his heartbeat to level again.

Centuries of life as a werewolf and whenever he spent too long in his animal form, he still felt the pain as he had during the first change.

The moment it subsided, he crouched beside the woman, naked and unashamed. He touched her throat. She was cold and he couldn’t feel a pulse. Dead.

He ran his hand over his messy dark hair and frowned, thinking over what he should do.

His gaze assessed the two darts. Blood saturated the black material around them. He touched it, brought his fingers to his nose, and sniffed. He could smell the poison. Strong. Why had the hunters killed her? If he had found her before coming across the hunters, he would have said they had belonged to the same party. Only this woman wasn’t armed.

Nicolae looked around the clearing for a weapon.

When he looked back at the woman, she was staring at him with dark eyes.

Her left fist flew towards him.

Nicolae rolled backwards into a crouch, barely avoiding the punch. She lunged, trying to grab him, gasping and wheezing. Blood pumped from around the arrow in her abdomen. The dart must have punctured her lung.

His gaze met hers again and he froze. The words of warning to keep still fled his lips.

Fiery orange eyes pinned him with the deadliest of stares.

Nocens.

She bore her fangs and Nicolae backed away, his eyes still locked with hers, panic sending an icy wave through his blood.

What was a vampire of the Nocens bloodline doing in Canada?

She snarled and then slumped backwards, hitting the dirt hard. Nicolae didn’t move. He couldn’t tell if she was dead or not but he wasn’t about to risk his neck by checking her. His gaze darted between the arrows. There was a lot of blood on her, and around the glade. The arrows were poisoned. He dragged in a shaky breath.

The scent of her blood hit him and, now that he knew why he recognised it, he couldn’t bear the smell.

Nicolae shook his head at the first assault of memories, desperate to keep them at bay. He wasn’t there now. He was free. He had paid for it in blood and death, but he was free. The images came, relentless, horrifying visions of violence and pain, punishment in dark barred corridors, screams that echoed through the entire compound. He fell forwards, breathing hard, clawing the dirt into his fists and holding on. Cries. Blood. The sting of the whip against his back. He arched forwards and growled, his teeth elongating. The laughter of his cruel masters. His neck burned, aching under the pressing weight of an iron collar. The humiliation of his brethren.

Blood ran in a fetid river before his eyes, trickling over damp dark stones and along the gutter in front of the cells, mixing with faeces and urine. Shackles clanked in the dim light. Bars rattled under the duress of a fruitless attack by a prisoner.

He wasn’t there.

Nicolae yelled his rage at the starlit sky. It burst from him, desperate and feral in its sound, and echoed around the distant mountains. A disconsolate howl from the valley answered him. The alpha. The sound of it and the message it contained soothed him and granted him relief. He shut the pain down, clearing his mind of the past and focusing on the present, but there was no comfort in it now.

His gaze snapped to the vampire.

He pushed himself back onto his feet and stood over her, staring with hatred burning in his gut. The hunters were still searching for her, and it wouldn’t be long before they reached where he was. They would finish her off. If she managed to survive both the hunters and the poison until daybreak, then nature would take care of her. The sky was clear. When the sun rose, it would spill into the glade. She wouldn’t be strong enough to escape it. Her kind deserved to feel pain.

He would never involve himself with vampires.

He strode away from her.

No matter how beautiful they were.

That thought arrested his steps. He frowned over his shoulder at her. The cold air curled around him, chilling and stiffening his bare body. He stared at the vampire and then at the horizon through the trees, and realised with self-loathing that he wasn’t strong enough to do it. As much as he despised her kind, he wasn’t a monster like them. She wasn’t the same bloodline as the ones who had enslaved him. She had done nothing to deserve his bitterness. If he left her, it would plague him and he would regret it. If he needed a reason to help her, he would do it for the sake of information about the hunters. They had to be the reason that she was so far from home.

Nicolae went back to her. She looked small and fragile as she lay on the dirt. Her appearance belied her true nature but it couldn’t fool his senses. When she had come around, he had felt her strength. Was she strong enough to fight the poison? He placed his palm against her forehead. She wasn’t burning up yet. If the poison was the type most vampire hunters used, then there was still time to help her.

Part of him said to leave her. Her kind had given him nothing but pain. She should feel it in return.

He couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. Watching a dying vampire succumb to the sun and poison would be a petty form of vengeance. His heart had let go of his desire for revenge almost fifty years ago now, cleansed by his quiet life in the wilderness. Only the nightmarish memories kept it alive in him.

Nicolae sighed and picked her up, shifting her into his arms and cradling her against his bare chest in a way that didn’t disturb the bolts. If she woke again, he would drop her in a flash and distance himself. He doubted that she would though. She had probably used the last of her strength fighting him.

Was he really going to do this? If he brought her into his home, if he helped her heal, then he would be helping the enemy.

In times of war, it was acceptable to help the enemy of your enemy. The hunters had tried to kill her. They were a threat to everything he had built here, and everyone that he knew.

He had to help her.

Even when he knew it would place him in danger.

The hunters were after her.

They would be after him too now.

**
Thanks for having me here today and if any readers have any comments or questions, please feel free to voice them and I’ll answer them as soon as possible.

If you want to know more about me and my stories, or want to get in touch, you can find me at the following places:

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Don't Be An APRIL FOOL!

2011-03-28T15:15:00.008-05:00

THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS is on sale for .99 until April 1! So don't be an April fool! Buy it before then!:)

What's it about?

Stella Campbell has come back to Silverton, Georgia to bury her wicked witch of an aunt. But is she strong enough to endure what's to come?

Zane Weathers has been around a long time, like, two thousand years. But he's never met anyone who touches his warrior soul, like Stella.

Together they must face not only personal obstacles, but obstacles straight from hell!

You can find your copy at these fine sites:

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/DEMON-DETAILS-Immortal-Protector-ebook/dp/B004OL2LBM/ref=n//tt_at_ep_dpt_1

Barnes and Noble: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The-Demon-Is-In-The-Details/Harris-Channing/e/2940012255266/?itm=1&USRI=harris+channing

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/43059

and for my friends in the UK, Amazon UK: http: http://www.amazon.co.uk/DEMON-DETAILS-Immortal-Protector/dp/B004OL2LBM/ref=sr_1_//2?ie=UTF8&qid=1299956237&sr=8-2

Here's a little taste!

Zane stood firm for a moment and looked at Stella. The soft yellow rays from the porch light cast her in an ethereal glow. Stella Campbell sure was pretty with her wild dark auburn locks and gorgeous green eyes. The sorrow that lurked in those jade orbs touched him. God, he hoped he could help her.

Still, when their gazes met, there was no denying the pop of electricity between them and despite the pleasant warmth that spread across his body and reminded him he was a man, he knew better than to make her more than just a client. He reined in his physical reaction and took a step back, ready to escape. "Seven a.m. too early?"

The question went unanswered at the sound of spinning gravel and the beams from a set of headlights cut through the canopy of darkness. He turned. A police car pulled to a stop beside his pick-up. Zane slid Stella a glance. Her face had gone white; even her soft, pouty mouth seemed to blanch. This time when he reached out and placed what he hoped was a reassuring hand on the small of her back, she didn't pull away from the contact. In fact, she leaned into him and damn it, he liked it.

His heart kicked up a notch and a protective heat encased him. Yep, there was no denying it. He was here for her and judging by the way she shook at the officer's approach, she was more of a wreck than he imagined.

A portly cop rounded the car. His large belly hung over his gun belt, hiding the buckle from all except those with supernatural, x-ray vision.

Evenin'" the officer said, his pudgy face tinged red with the effort it took to climb the stairs. Silverton's finest certainly needed to lay off the Moon Pies and R.C. Colas.

"Evening," Zane said, sliding his arm around Stella's waist, savoring the feel of the trim arc beneath his hand.

"Officer Lankford," Stella said, her voice quaking. "What can I do for you?"

Lankford ran stubby fingers through his graying hair. "Sorry about Ms. Lou," he said eyeing the house.

"Thank you," she managed and looked away. Was that shame he sensed? Silence echoed through the still evening air.

"Is there a problem?" Zane asked, hoping to ease the tension that racked her soft, curvy body. Damn it, he needed to stop.

"Not really," Lankford remarked shifting his weight on stout legs. "There's just been a rash of-" He looked over his shoulder as if he feared the shadows in the nearby woods listened to his every word. "…a rash of animal sacrifices."

At Stella's sharp intake of breath, Zane glanced her way. If possible her face grew paler, her skin almost transparent. "A-Animal sacrifices?" Her voice was weak and her fear apparent by the trembling of her delicate jaw.

"Yes. I wanted to advise you that what with the solstice and all coming up, you know them silly kids pretending to be pagans and devil worshippers…well, you might want to keep your eyes peeled."

She nodded. "Are they happening here? On Lou's property?"

"Nope, but real close." He pointed south. "Over by Paulson's farm."

"Oh, that is close," she whispered.

"What sort of sacrifice? Cat, dog?" Zane asked. He glanced at Stella and saw by her expression she thought he was a freakin' ghoul. The truth was you could tell a lot about a devil worshipper by the animal he chose. God, he hoped Lankford didn't say goat.

"Some chickens, a cow, but mostly goats."

"Damn," Zane mumbled.

"Those poor animals," Stella said, her hand coming to rest on her chest. Lankford nodded.

"Well, just wanted to give you a heads up. Call dispatch if you see anything at all strange, all right? And Ms. Campbell, try not to get into any trouble."

"Oh, yeah. Okay," she replied but her words sounded weak, her breathing heavy. The warning apparently lost on her as she stared past the fat cop and toward the direction of Paulson's farm.

"Good." The officer tilted his head toward them and ambled off leaving Zane to wonder just what sort of evil had brought him to this place.

Thanks for looking and have a happy day!

Hugs,

Susan Helene Gottfried is in the HOUSE!!!!! Whoo hoo!

2011-03-20T21:34:00.008-05:00

I'd like to thank Harris for hosting me today. It's funny how I came to be here -- and that she came to be over at The Meet and Greet at West of Mars today, talking about music and her own book. (Go on over and see what I mean!) You see, we set this entire thing up via Twitter. I swear, it's not a day that goes by where I don't see someone asking if Twitter is an effective way to sell books.

Honestly, the answer to that is every bit as personal as what size shoes a girl wears. Not to mention what style we all prefer.

For me, the value of Twitter isn't selling books directly. Oh, sure, I'll tweet about my books and tweet the links to buy them. And, sure, some days, it works and the sales reports make me smile.

Most days, though, the value of Twitter lies in making connections. Like the one Harris and I made a few weeks back. She'd Tweeted a question, I answered, the conversation ensued, and here we are, meeting each other's blog friends.

I can't speak for anyone else, but for me, that's the power and strength of Twitter. Making friends.

Let's face it: being a writer is an isolated job. We sit at home, facing a computer screen, desperately trying to block out the rest of the goings-on around us. This is why I can't work anywhere but at home; too many distractions. Too many things to look at, too many people to watch. If you put too much stimuli in front of me, the words are never allowed out. The story can't unfold.

Enter Twitter, that magical being that hangs out in the lower right-hand corner of my computer screen, half-hidden behind my writing window. I've learned to largely ignore it and let kismet dictate which Tweets I see and consider replying to. The important thing is that it's there. The possibility that someone is reaching out for me, that I've got a community right there, people to talk to when I want them...

Oh, it's liberating. After working at home for years, having my community right here, makes my isolated life and career choice all the easier -- especially because I am the queen of my interactions. There are no unwelcome interruptions over here other than the telephone, and most people know better than to try to talk to me when I'm working. I'm distant, unfocused, distracted. Whatever was said to me will have to be repeated when I'm not here, in front of my screen.

But with Twitter, I don't have to fully leave that zone of concentration. Responses are short, quick. They make me smile, they help provide inspiration. I can dart my eyes from my page over to TweetDeck and back again, all in the time it would take me to think of the proper word I'd been searching for. It reminds me I'm not the only one doing this, sitting home alone and writing.

Don't get me wrong. Book sales are always nice. I'll never turn down anything that earns me a royalty.

But it's the connections I strengthen every day via Twitter that make me a happier person and, ultimately, a better writer.

Of course, my older, already-up-for-sale stuff is pretty darn good, too. Keep an eye on my Tweets. Maybe I'll tell you about them.

Wanna Tweet with Susan Helene Gottfried? Just click here to become a follower!

THANK YOU Susan, for stopping by and for taking to the time to prepare such a great post.

Happy reading, everyone...and for more information about Ms. Gottfried and her great stories, head to her rockin' homepage.

Hugs,

And the winner is...

2011-03-18T11:57:00.004-05:00

Well, I couldn't pick just one...so...EVERYONE is getting a download! Look for your Smashwords coupon in your email box! Enjoy! And thank you ALL for entering.

HUGS,

BTW, I just sent to the winners, if you don't have yours, PLEASE check your SPAM folder. UGH! That's where my test e-mail went. NICE! I AM so NOT SPAM!

Happy Saint Patricks Day!

2011-03-17T11:28:00.004-05:00

Wear green or I must might pinch ya!

And remember, tomorrow I announce our winners.

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GIVEAWAY!!!!!

2011-03-10T11:49:00.007-06:00

Want a copy of THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS....FOR FREE???!!!

Just leave me a comment with your name and e-mail address and you're in!

Good luck to all who enter...and maybe, just maybe I'll be giving away more than one copy (download!). Who knows? Well, I do....

And the winner(s) will be announced on Friday, March 18th.

Have a great day.
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Buy "Demon" for .99!

2011-02-23T20:31:00.004-06:00

To celebrate the release of "THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS", I've temporarily lowered the price to .99! A full-size book for less than a buck! How cool is that?

Pick up your copy quick, before I come to my senses! :)

You can find "THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS" is available from Barnes and Noble, Amazon.com, Amazon.com UK and Smashwords!

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Reviewers wanted...free ebook!

2011-02-21T13:00:00.006-06:00

Hi all! I'm going it alone with my book, THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS. No publisher, just little old me...

So, is there anyone out there who would mind giving my book a read and offering up their opinions?

I will furnish the e-book, if you'll furnish the time and post your review to amazon.com and goodreads. It could really help me out.

Any takers?

Just leave me a comment with your e-mail address and I'll send you the code to Smashwords for your free download. Lots of formats to choose from.

And in case you're wondering, this is NOT an erotic romance. It's a paranormal romance.

Here's the blurb:

Stella Campbell has come back to Silverton, Georgia to bury her wicked witch of an aunt. But is she strong enough to endure what's to come?
Zane Weathers has been around a long time, like, two thousand years. But he's never met anyone who touches his warrior soul, like Stella.

Together they must face not only personal obstacles, but obstacles straight from hell!

and an excerpt:

Zane brushed the water from his eyes and watched the quicksand bubble, swallowing more and more of his pick up. Impatience for the game to begin urged him to get closer to find what kind of creature hid beneath the oozing green sludge. But common sense held him in check. Patience was a virtue, wasn't it?

He knelt down to gain a better vantage point as larger bubbles formed and burst, bringing with them the unmistakable stink of brimstone. Whatever was coming had clawed its way up from the bowels of hell.

As he always did, he steadied his nerves, forcing all unnecessary thoughts aside. He would do what was right. He would send the creature back to hell. For didn’t he have righteousness on his side?

Focusing on each breath he took, the world around him stilled. The heavy rains no longer bothered him when they slipped into his eyes. The smell of hell went unnoticed. He was ready, every fiber of his being crying out for battle.

He white-knuckled the black leather hilt of his sword. Damn but it sucked being all that stood between an innocent and an eternity under the devil's thumb.

As quickly as the sludge appeared beneath the tires, it began to wash away in the torrents of rain that soaked Zane to the bone. The repulsive puddle that had begun to swallow his truck now grew smaller. The axles moaned as the ground around them tightened and pushed them closer and closer together by the reforming of the earth. The pressure bent the bed into an arc of twisted metal and rubber exploded. The mush that was left behind formed a solid green sheet of steaming glass. And just as suddenly as it had started, the rain ebbed, brilliant sun peeked through the clouds, taunting him with its pure light.

Again, he fought the desire to move closer, to investigate what roiled beneath that strangely icy layer. Hell was supposed to be coming, right? He’d felt the foreboding, smelled the brimstone. What was going on? He rubbed his chin as he stared at the scene. Perhaps nothing was coming. Perhaps the idea was to strand him and keep him away from Stella.

"Shit," he mumbled and turned, jogging toward the main road. He had allowed patience to fuck him over.

Ten feet away from the truck, he smelled it before he heard it. Sulfur invaded his nostrils. He stifled a cough, and stopped running. The sound of cracking ice infiltrated his mind, the unmistakable popping of the earth giving birth.

He spun around and lifted the sword.

"It's about damned time, you mother fucker," he called to the creature that rose from the remaining patch of pus.

Seven feet tall, four feet wide and dripping in his green amniotic fluid, this monster would be hard to hold onto. His body glistened with slime.

It bent forward, its bulk shifting like gelatin on a warm platter. Sliding and reforming, sliding and reforming as it charged at him. It grunted, a deep ugly sound that filled the air with its fetid breath and raised the hackles on the back of Zane's neck.

"Damn, you stink," Zane chided. "Didn't your father teach you better?" he asked. "What am I thinking? He stinks too." He didn't know why he taunted these big bastards. It had become part of his ritual. If he lived through this shit, maybe he'd get a bumper sticker that read; "Piss it off and kill it." Nah, wouldn't be politically correct.

The creature oozed over and Zane jumped back putting a sapling between himself and the giant. "Come and get it," he shouted. "Or aren't you demon enough?"

Hope to hear from you soon!

Hugs,

We have our WINNERS!!!!

2011-02-18T18:44:00.003-06:00

THANKS so much to all who entered. By random drawing, I have chosen three winners.They are:

annalisa!

Tore!

and Katie!

Congrats. Ms. Brighton will be getting in touch with you!

But don't despair if you didn't win! Lori has lowered her price for THE MIND READERS to .99 at Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble. It's worth a lot more than .99! I know, I read it!

Also, my novel, THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS will be available sometime next week. Check back for your chance to WIN an e-copy! Whoot Hoot!

Hugs,

Wanna win a free book or two or three????

2011-02-14T10:53:00.007-06:00

My friend, Lori Brighton has done it again! She's got a new book out and she wants to share! Interested?

Grayson Bellamont has spent years on the Continent, fighting a war he cares nothing for. It is only while in the chaos of battle that he can hide what he truly is, a Vampire. Returning to England, he finds his sister murdered and his seven-year-old niece missing. All over the country Vampires are mysteriously dying. Grayson sets out to uncover the truth and locate his niece before it’s too late. All leads point to Meg James, a Vicar’s daughter. Instinct tells him Meg is innocent, but the clues he uncovers warn she’s guilty. One thing is clear, Meg awakens a warmth inside of him he thought long dead and Grayson is torn between a sense of duty and his desires.

Vowing to honor a promise, Meg concocts a lie to keep a stranger’s child safe. She had no idea that protecting the child would mean putting her own life in danger. When Grayson arrives asking questions, Meg’s unease flares. Who is this mysterious man who seems to appear and disappear as quickly as a spirit? A man with strength like no other? As he pushes ever closer, taking over her senses with his touch, his kiss and his unexpected honor, she realizes she has even more to lose. Meg is falling in love with Grayson, but will he believe her when the truth will condemn the one person he trusts the most?

Not one, not two, but three commentors will be chosen to win a free download of "A NIGHT OF SECRETS"...but wait! Ms. Brighton has also asked me to give the winners ecopies of her young adult paranormal romance, "THE MIND READERS" and her contemporary, paranormal romance "THE GHOST HUNTER"! So, what are you waiting for? Comment to win!!!!

Have a great day. I'll announce the winners on FRIDAY!

Hugs,

I'm a Stylish Blogger!

2011-02-04T15:32:00.005-06:00

Well, THANKS TO J. ROSE ALLISTER for giving me this beautiful award!

Here are the rules for this award:

1) Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award.
http://jroseallister.blogspot.com/

2) Share 7 things about yourself.

3) Award recently discovered great bloggers, up to 15.

4) Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award!

SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. I am chronically on a diet.

2. I love chocolate which makes number one VERY difficult, indeed.

3. I used to work at Dairy Queen. I can STILL do the curly top on a soft serve!

4. I'm married to a massive GREEN BAY PACKERS fan.

5. Country music is my favorite genre, but I love most music and will give any sound a try.

6. I lived in Germany for 3.5 years.

7. I once flew in a Huey helicopter.

Here are some great bloggers I've found and adore visiting...

1. All I Want and More

2. Leontine's Book Realm

3. Alice Audrey

4. Lori Brighton

5. Gale Stanley

THANKS J. ROSE! I hope you're having a great day! I love awards!!!

Hugs,

I NEED HELP!!!!!

2011-01-18T12:48:00.004-06:00

GOLDIE AND THE THREE BEHRS has a nomination!!!

PLEASE take a moment to vote for Goldie and the boys over on the Critters /Preditors and Editors poll.

I don't suppose I'll win, but I sure don't want to be in dead last!!!! So, if you wouldn't mind going here and offering your support, I would be ever so happy! (you will have to scroll down a bit to get to the contest!).

Thanks and hugs,

I'm in PAPERBACK!

2011-01-10T12:22:00.003-06:00

YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION is now available in PAPERBACK! WHooot HOot!

Check it out, why don't ya!?! And it's still available in e-book form from, Barnes and Noble, Amazon.com, Siren-Bookstrand, and Mobipocket!

Have a great day!

Make a new year's resolution...READ MORE BOOKS!

Hugs,

Merry Christmas!

2010-12-24T13:30:00.004-06:00

Here's wishing you and your family a very MERRY CHRISTMAS and a WONDERFUL 2011!

Hugs,

THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS

2010-12-19T16:14:00.005-06:00

Here is the cover. The book will be available early next year! WHOO HOOO!!!!

I'll be posting excerpts and blurbs soon!

Hugs,

Welcome back, J. Rose Allister, PLUS a contest!

2010-12-13T00:10:00.006-06:00

Thanks for having me today, Harris! I'm excited to be here to talk about my new holiday release, HOLIDAYS BITE--and a special holiday contest on my site that starts today!

HOLIDAYS BITE by J. Rose Allister
Siren Classic Holiday Collection
Rated Sizzling
Romance/Vampire
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/holidays-bite

Holidays bite for Stephanie Mars…and this season, a dangerously sexy vampire will take that dilemma to an erotic new level.

Stephanie’s annual holiday trip turns near-fatal when an accident sends her plunging into an icy creek. When she regains consciousness, she finds herself in a cabin with her dangerously sexy, muscled rescuer. Despite her injuries and the frigid storm outside, fantasies about her erotic hero fire her imagination…especially when he seems to feel the attraction, too. Still, there are some odd facts about this almost-perfect man that don’t add up—facts that point to an impossible and frightening conclusion. The man of her dreams is a vampire, in the midst of a self-imposed exile during the annual blood cravings that plague him each December. Can she escape his urges and her own desires before his animal nature gets the better of them both?

ADULT EXCERPT:

A sudden stillness followed by a low, prolonged growl drew her attention away from the reopened injury on her skull. She glanced up at Thomas and froze.

Gone were the blue eyes tinted dark with his passion for her. His eyes had turned red-gold, and every muscle in his body was rigid. More important, a pair of wicked, curved fangs turned his sexy mouth into a fatal threat.

She swallowed, almost afraid to breathe. “Thomas?” she whispered.

He kept staring, his every breath punctuated by another low growl. Slowly, cautiously, she began to slide herself back.

“Stay still.” The words were half-whispered, but no less commanding.

Nevertheless, his demand had the opposite effect. She pushed herself up until her bare backside pressed against the arm of the couch and then tugged her sweater down over her breasts.

“You don’t want to hurt me,” she said, trying to keep panic out of her voice.

His eyes held something cold and not at all Thomas in their depths while he stared at the blood in her hair. “That’s not entirely true at the moment.”

“You saved me.”

His glowing eyes lowered from her throbbing head, down along her clenched jaw to linger on her throat before dropping to the thatch of dark hair between her thighs. Her pants were near her knees now, and she reached down to tug them back up. In a flash, he caught hold of her wrists.

“You know you’re meant to belong to me,” he said.

She shook her head. “I don’t belong to anybody but myself.”

“No?” He leaned close, inhaling deeply. “You want to belong to me. I smell your desire. Your woman’s scent begs me to take you.”

The entire cadence of his speech had shifted into something old, primal. She twisted free of his grip. “That’s not desire you smell. It’s fear.”

“Yes,” he whispered, his reddish eyes rolling upward when he sniffed again. “So intoxicating.”

His hand slipped down, and he pushed his fingers through her patch of curls. The gentle drag of his finger across her wet clit shot a pang of pleasure through her, and she saw his still-erect cock twitch. He ran his tongue along a fang, the sharp point drawing a dot of blood. He drew it back into his mouth and groaned.

Her stomach twisted in fright. Would he force himself on her, bury his cock inside her heat and his fangs in her throat? Worse, as much as her body responded to him, would she truly care if he did?

A chill washed over her, but it was Thomas who began to quiver.

She forced words through parched lips. “You don’t want to do this.”

He shut his eyes, a laugh rumbling deeply through him. “You’re wrong about that.” His eyes blazed hot with red-gold fire when he reopened them. He leaned toward her, holding her gaze. “I’ve never wanted anything more. I’m sorry.”

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I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Also, I'd like to invite your readers to enter my "12 Sizzling Days of Christmas" Contest! Every day between December 13 and 24 there will be chances to win prizes. Here's the link: http://jroseallister.com/twelvedays.html. Happy Holidays

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Thanks for taking the time to share you excerpt and your contest, J.Rose! The book looks great and the excerpt is YUM-MY!

Have a great day, everyone.

Hugs,

Okay, I've done another...A. B. or C! TELL ME PLEASE!!!

2010-12-06T19:02:00.006-06:00

Your comments are more then welcome!

Hugs,

Help! Which cover do you like better?

2010-12-05T22:13:00.004-06:00

Please let me know by putting an A or a B in the comment box! Really want some input!

Hugs,

Please welcome Michele Zurlo!

2010-11-29T06:57:00.006-06:00

We have a very special guest today, a great writer and fellow Siren author, MICHELE ZURLO!
She's telling us all about her new book, TWO MASTERS FOR SAMANTHA! Looks yummy to me!!

Hi Michele!!!

Two Masters for Samantha is the third book in my Awakenings series. Samantha, Jonas's sister, first appeared in Letting Go.

Blurb:
Samantha Spencer has been around the BDSM lifestyle for years, but she’s never tasted it. When Alexei and Stefano Morozov propose a night of sensuous pleasure, Sam jumps at the chance. One night isn’t enough for the Morozov brothers. They’ve found the one woman who can complete them, and they’re not willing to give her up

Story Excerpt:

“You’re not Alexei.”

His brows rose high. “Why would you say that?”

She noticed he didn’t deny it. “Because you’re not.”

“I know,” he said. The surprise faded, replaced by an honest, open appreciation. “But what makes you think I’m not?”

Samantha shook her head. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “You’re just not. I don’t know how to explain it. Who are you, and how do you know me?”

It was a valid question. He didn’t just know her name, he seemed to know her. Before he answered, she realized that Alexei must have told his brother about her.

He offered his hand. His right hand. Alexei had offered his left to Jonas to shake. “Stefano Morozov, at your service.”

The door behind Sam opened and closed again. This service entrance was far more popular than it should have been. Sam glanced over her shoulder to find Alexei inches away from her back. His hands came to rest on her hips.

He wasn’t looking at her. He stared over her shoulder at his brother.

Stefano’s smile didn’t fade. “She knew I wasn’t you. She wouldn’t kiss me.”

Trepidation made the few sips of wine Samantha had managed to drink churn in her stomach. She didn’t want to cause a fight, especially not between brothers. Glancing back at Alexei, she tried to turn to face him, but he held her in place with the pressure of his hands on her hips.

His smile matched Stefano’s in brilliance and intensity. “I promised her a kiss she wouldn’t forget.”

There is was again, that subtext Samantha couldn’t read.

“Alexei, I...”

Alexei silenced her with a finger to her lips. One hand held her, keeping her from turning. “There’s no need to get upset. We’re very pleased you could tell us apart.”

Samantha’s frown never had a chance to manifest. The finger on her mouth moved, and he gripped her cheek and chin. His lips descended.

She expected him to brush against her lightly, but this wasn’t a cautious foray. His strong lips molded to hers. His tongue pressed against her lips as the hand on her cheek massaged the muscle of her jaw, insisting that she open to him.

Electric sensations flowed through her body. Sam wanted to turn, to press herself against him, and to feel his arms enveloping her body. The hands on her hips and at her waist prevented movement. Alexei’s tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with Sam’s and wrangling it into submission.

A soft moan sounded deep in her throat. He took that, too.

With one hand, she gripped a thick thatch of that deliciously black hair. She threaded the fingers of the other through the ones possessively holding her hip. Melting into him, she relaxed what was left of her guard.

As if sensing her complete surrender, the hands on her body moved, turning her at last. She leaned forward, wanting to feel him against her, but the hands pulled her back until a solid chest supported her that way.

Samantha stiffened. She had forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Relax, Sammy.” Soft words breathed against her neck. Lips brushed against the sensitive skin there, fulfilling another promise. “Lex is going to give you that kiss now.”

“But I… Why are you still here?” The bliss of Alexei’s kiss faded as her lack of comprehension grew. There had been too many hands on her body for them to have belonged only to Alexei.

Stefano’s chest rumbled against her back, the low-toned laugh barely registering in the audible spectrum. “Lex and I share everything—our faces, our careers, our women. You won’t regret it, Sammy. Lean against me. Let me hold you while Lex gives you that kiss.”

Her brows drew together. “Hold me?”

This time, Stefano’s mouth closed over hers. His kiss was different from Alexei’s, softer and reverent, though no less demanding. Samantha responded to him on a primal level, opening to him without thought or internal struggle. It was the first time in her life she’d ever done anything as wanton as kissing two men in succession.

Adult Excerpt:

Samantha breathed easier, pleased and relieved that Stefano accepted her decision without arguing. She didn’t expect them to completely avoid alpha male behavior, especially after what they had done to her on that tiny patio. She trusted them to make sure everyone got what they needed.

Stefano bent his head and kissed her shoulders. His lips whispered a caress on her bare skin. She brought her hand up to caress his shoulder, but he wrapped his hand around her wrist and held it next to her thigh. His right hand came up to cup her right breast. She wanted him to knead it, to play with her nipple, but he only held it in his palm.

On the other side, Alexei did the same thing, holding her wrist at her side even though she hadn’t moved to touch him. His kiss began at the same point on her shoulder, but where Stefano’s lips traveled along her shoulder to the back of her neck, Alexei’s kisses headed straight for her mouth.

They turned her so that she faced Alexei. She opened her lips to let Alexei’s tongue inside. Liquid heat spilled from his mouth into hers, riding on the tongue he thrust between her lips. Samantha moaned and opened to him even more. She relaxed her body, melding it to his.

Behind her, Stefano kissed a line down her spine. His hands rested on her hips and his thumbs traced patterns over her ass. She felt him shift to kneel behind her. The heat of his mouth fastened on the fleshy part of her rear end, and he sucked hard.

Samantha whimpered into Alexei’s mouth. The sharp pinch had felt so damn good. She did like a forceful lover, but she didn’t want to give these two permission to do all the things to her that a Dom did to his sub. She wasn’t ready for that.

Hands moved over her body, and Samantha soon lost track of who touched her where. Sensations ran rampant. She relaxed into the dual embrace, forgetting to care who kissed where until one of them moved away from her.

Samantha protested the loss. She opened her eyes, fastening her gaze on Alexei’s cobalt blue irises.

He caressed her cheek. “It’s okay, Samantha. We’re going to move you over to the bed.”

Without another word, he guided her backwards across the room, his luscious body pressing against her the entire time. He stopped before her knees bumped the edge of the mattress.

“Get on the bed, Samantha. Kneel over Stef.”

Sammy turned her head to see where he wanted her. Stefano had undressed completely. Broad shoulders topped a defined chest. A light sprinkling of hair began at his nipples, thickening as it flowed to surround his fully erect cock. He lay across the bed with his feet resting on the floor. Holding out one hand, he beckoned her closer. Lazy bedroom eyes added a sensual layer to his order.

She climbed over the bottom of the bed to put her hand in his. Behind her, she heard the distinct sounds of Alexei undressing. She wanted to watch his striptease the same way he had watched hers, but Stefano tugged her closer.

“Up here,” he said as guided her to straddle his face. His hot breath caressed her dripping folds. “I’ve wanted a taste of this since the patio. Lex said you have an incredible flavor.”

He licked his lips and gripped her ass. His long thumbs reached around to part her lips. His gentle touch elicited a fresh gush of cream. He played with the folds of her pussy, releasing his hold on her rear end to run his fingers along the surfaces of her wet and waiting pussy.

She hissed when his questing fingers found her clit. He barely touched it as he ran the tip of his finger over the most sensitive part of it.

“Harder,” she said, fighting the urge to press down and force the friction she craved. “I need more.”

Below her, Stefano chuckled. “Honey, you’re going to get plenty, but not until we want to give it to you.”

Raising a brow in challenge, she pressed one finger to her clit and rubbed it back and forth. She needed more or she was going to go crazy.

A hand on the back of her neck pushed her onto all fours, forcing her to abandon her masturbation attempt. “None of that, Samantha. You’ll come when we say you can come, not before.”

She bit back her retort and swallowed her protest. She had agreed to abide by their rules. They made no apologies or excuses for being dominant and controlling. They made sure she knew what she was getting herself into before anything happened.

Buy Link: www.bookstrand.com/two-masters-for-samantha (pre-sale available now/available Monday, Nov 29)
Website: http://www.michelezurlo.com/

THANK YOU for sharing your work with us!

Happy Monday everyone!

Hugs,

Yesterday's Indiscretion is at AMAZON.COM!

2010-11-28T10:54:00.007-06:00

FYI--YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION is at Amazon.com and is 20% off the listed price!

Hugs,
Harris

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

2010-11-24T07:36:00.003-06:00

May you and yours have a WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!

Big holiday hugs,

I'm in The Steam Room! You could win!!!!

2010-11-22T08:52:00.005-06:00

I'm guest blogging at Michele Zurlo's Steam Room.

Stop by and see me! Leave a comment and you'll be eligible for a free download of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION!

Have a great Monday! The winner will be announced on Saturday, November 27th! So don't delay!

Hugs,

We Have A Winner!

2010-11-21T10:27:00.004-06:00

Congrats Jocelyn Modo! You're the winner of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRECTION!

THANKS to everyone that entered. Your interest means so much.

Jocelyn, check your e-mail!

Hugs,

LAST DAY TO ENTER!

2010-11-20T08:17:00.003-06:00

Well, the drawing is SUNDAY NOVEMBER 21! Have you entered for your chance to win????

It's the final day. Become a follower, leave a comment and your e-mail address and you're entered into the drawing for a free download of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION! So, what do you say???

I'm in the SPOTLIGHT! And you could WIN!!!!

2010-11-18T09:59:00.004-06:00

Hey, heads up my book buddies! I'm in the GIVEAWAY SPOTLIGHT at HAPPILY EVER AFTER REVIEWS until 3 p.m. Friday!!! Get over there, leave a comment and subscribe to their blog and you'll be eligible to win a free download of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION! YAH!!!!!!

Hope to see you there!

Hugs,

J. Rose is HERE!!!!

2010-11-17T05:34:00.001-06:00

As promised, J. Rose is here with tidbits about her book! ENJOY!!!!!

Sinful Ella and the Wolf by J. Rose Allister
Categories: Erotic Romance, Fantasy, Historical, Multiple Partners
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Buy: http://www.bookstrand.com/sinful-ella-and-the-wolf

Why is The Prince of Frey suddenly unable to control the dark secret that could destroy him? When his wolf begins forcing itself to the surface on the full moon and racing off to a nondescript manor in the woods, Prince Jarrod’s most trusted guard believes it is because the wolf is seeking a mate. Little does he know that the beautiful servant girl his wolf desires has a secret of her own—she is being tutored in the ways of pleasure, pain, and bondage by a pair of mistresses who entertain wealthy noblemen for a living.
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EXCERPT:
Etianna pushed her down until she reclined on the chaise, then climbed on top of her until her breasts hung free over Ella’s face. She used her knee to push Ella’s thighs apart, and then settled between them the way Ella saw men position themselves for fucking. The way Jarrod might have been doing right now, had she not resisted and run away. The thought tingled in her abdomen.
Etianna began to move her hips, rubbing her furry mound against Ella’s in a slow, deliberate motion. Ella sucked in a breath at the feel of her mistress’s pussy pushing against her clit, which, after the prince’s touch, throbbed with insistence.
“Oh,” Ella said, her stomach fluttering at the sensation.
“Oh is right,” Etianna said, her breath tickling Ella’s ear. “Feels good, does it not?”
“Yes, mistress,” Ella said, her voice breathless. All she could picture was Prince Jarrod and the way he’d thrust his tongue between her lips while his hands explored her.
Without thinking, she gripped Etianna’s upper arms and pushed her hips harder.
The woman gasped. “You really want this, don’t you?”
Ella tried to stop writhing, but her body revolted. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take my liberties with you.”
“But you do.” Etianna pulled back a bit. “You want liberties. And I will give them to you, but just a small taste. You must hold back while I find my climax.”
A naughty tingle snaked down Ella’s spine. “Yes, mistress.”
The pleasure swirling inside her began to build at the feel of Etianna’s nipples gently brushing her own and their clits stimulating one another. She whimpered a sigh of delight and tilted her head back. Jarrod ignited a sexual fire within her, and now it was raging to be released. She saw his piercing green eyes, imagined him claiming her beneath the tree.
“God, look at her,” Faye said. “She’s mad with lust. What a vixen she’ll be once she’s learned to take a man inside her.”
Faye was on the floor now, bouncing up and down on Andre’s cock. Ella startled at Andre’s intense stare. His eyes were glazed with curious fascination, as though he’d never seen Ella before. His gaze dipped to her breasts, then his hands reached for Faye’s. The thought that she was not the only one dreaming of other lovers sent a stab of awkward tension through her.
Etianna’s tongue flicked over Ella’s nipple, and the shock of it sent Ella’s back arching up. How delicious to feel the squirm of wet flesh again. Need coiled hot and low in her abdomen while her mistress tongued first one nipple, then the other until Ella thought she might go insane. Her imagination ran free until she was on her back again in that thicket of leaves. There, she gave in to His Highness, allowed him to do all the things she longed to experience. Oh, if only she hadn’t refused him. Why had she not given in?
The thought of his lovemaking sent her body spiraling toward sexual frenzy. She cried out, and her fingers dug hard into Etianna’s arms while she ground herself shamelessly against the loins of her imaginary royal lover.
“That’s enough, Ella.”
She ignored the command, too lost in the power Jarrod held over her sex. Ella spread her thighs wide and grabbed the woman’s round, ripe ass with both hands. She was so close, so ready to explode. Their nether lips slid with maddening friction as she wriggled in frantic abandon. She pictured the prince looming over her, his dark hair hanging down while he pumped his hips and spoke breathless words of devotion to her.
Just as she felt herself about to slip over the edge, Etianna bit down on Ella’s shoulder. The pain almost sent Ella the rest of the way to heaven, but Etianna thrust away hard to free herself. The peak of climax fell away immediately, and with a whimper Ella opened her eyes.
Etianna’s were dark and fiery. “I said, enough.”
Her words were shaky, coming on ragged breaths. “I’m sorry, milady. I was wrong to act so greedy.”
Etianna rose. “I offered you a taste, and you tried to hoard the buffet. You have no discipline and must be taught a lesson. Get up.”
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J. Rose Allister is an award-winning short story writer and the author of 6 romance/erotica titles, including the upcoming IMMORTAL PARADISE series. She resides in the Southern California desert with her daughter and husband. Visit Jade at her website: http://jroseallister.com or blog: http://jroseallister.blogspot.com.
Other titles by J. Rose Allister include:
BEWITCHING LOVE: http://bit.ly/aCtqKn
KATA SUTRA: http://bit.ly/1qjhvH
THEIR SECRET PARADISE: http://bit.ly/4xBQn4

J. Rose is coming to visit!

2010-11-16T18:41:00.004-06:00

Join me tomorrow (Wednesday) for a visit from pal and fellow Siren Publishing author, J. Rose Allister!

She'll be here to tell you all about her latest release: SINFUL ELLA AND THE WOLF!

Hope to see you soon!

Hugs,

Contest REMINDER! Comment and subscribe to win!

2010-11-14T13:18:00.003-06:00

On the 21st of November I'll be announcing the winner of a download of my current release,

YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION!

All you have to do to be eligible is leave a comment with your e-mail address and become a follower. It's that simple. And if you're already a follower, just remind me in you comment, but do leave an e-mail address too!

Have a GREAT DAY!

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Yah! Renee!!!

2010-11-11T06:57:00.005-06:00

My crit partner, Renee Michaels has some good news! Her short story, SLIGHT OF HAND is coming soon to Cleis Press's Carnal Machines Steampunk Anthology!

CONGRATS RENEE!!!

Hugs!

Come and hang with me at J. Rose's place!

2010-11-07T13:41:00.001-06:00

I'm blogging over at J. Rose Allister's blog! Stop by and see what I have to say!

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Visit me at SENSUAL 'N SECRET!

2010-11-05T07:38:00.004-05:00

Hey, I'm guest blogging over at Sensual 'n Secret today! Stop by, I'd love your views on phone sex!

http://sensualnsecret.blogspot.com/2010/11/phone-sex-by-harris-channing.html

Hugs,

VOTES NEEDED!

2010-11-04T22:23:00.004-05:00

My book, YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION is up for best cover and best first chapter! Would love your vote! Go here and click on October's best! Scroll down till you see my cover and then scroll down again until you see my title and name! THANK YOU!!!!! Here's the link:

http://dreneebagbypresentsfirstchapters.blogspot.com/

Harris.

Come and see me!

2010-11-01T11:58:00.006-05:00

I'm a guest over at Julia Rachel Barrett's place tomorrow (Tuesday Oct.2). Would love for you to stop by and see me.

Have a great day!

Hugs,

Happy Halloween!

2010-10-30T08:58:00.003-05:00

Just want to wish you all HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Hope you get lots of treats and only tricks that make you smile!

Booking Through Thursday

2010-10-28T09:35:00.005-05:00

In honor of Halloween this weekend:

What reading skeletons do you have in your closet? Books you’d be ashamed to let people know you love? Addiction to the worst kind of (fill in cheesy genre here)? Your old collection of Bobbsey Twin Mysteries lovingly stored behind your “grown-up” books? You get the picture … come on, confess!

It's less of a skelton and more of a confession. I loved CHARLOTTE'S WEB so much that when I was in 3rd, 4th and 5th grades, I wrote my book reports on it! Still love the book. Wilbur really is SOME PIG!

For more BOOKING THROUGH THURSDAY, please go here.

Teaser Tuesdays--Yesterday's Indiscretion

2010-10-26T08:22:00.005-05:00

Today's teaser is from my recent release: YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION
(Shameless, I know! ;))

page 153

She had taken those little dry pills, and
now she was knocked up like any common trailer trash girl who got
screwed by a redneck on a drinking binge after Friday night’s high
school football game. Yep, common.

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

•Grab your current read
•Open to a random page
•Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
•BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
•Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Adult Excerpt, YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION and CONTESTS!

2010-10-25T09:32:00.002-05:00

READ the entire first chapter of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION at D. Renee Bagby's First Chapter Blog ! Comment there for a chance to win a prize!

And don't forget that I'm hosting a contest right here on MY BLOG. Just click on the link and follow the rules for a chance to WIN a free download of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION!

ADULT EXCERPT:

Oh, Mac." She put her arms around his neck. "I didn't
realize how much I missed you."

He pressed his hard body on top of her and kissed her deeply. The gentle
manipulation of his mouth, his tongue, soft but probing, tangled with
hers. She arched her pelvis against him, eager to feel him once again.
He caressed her flesh, kneading the back of her neck with a gentleness
his strong hands didn't seem capable of. Chills of pleasure rippled
across her skin when he took her earlobe between his lips, his warm
breath, his hands, his mouth, all working her body into a near rabid
frenzy.

Her nerve endings smoked as he traced the length of her neck with his
tongue. The effect was a slow burn that threatened to ignite and set the
bed on fire. She pushed at the heavy buckle of his belt, but he pulled
her hand away.

"Not yet," he said against the mound of her breast. "Just
lie back, and let me make love to you." His voice was husky with
desire. "If this is the last time I'm with you, I want to make
sure I don't forget a single inch of your beautiful body."

He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking until it peaked. She moaned
as he worked his lusty magic upon each breast in turn. Her juices flowed
so heavily now, she believed an orgasm that might actually shake the bed
was not far off. Her deep, guttural moans filled the air, the sound
carnal. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him, her
cunt begging for release from the pressure that pushed against her
abdomen.

Standing over her, he chuckled and removed the bunny slippers from her
feet. He pulled off her jogging pants, tossing them over his shoulder
with a grin. Going to his knees, he kissed her toes, the tops of her
feet, the sensual pleasure of his attentions unlike any she had
experienced before. Slowly, he traveled up her legs, tantalizing her
calves, behind her knees, up her thighs, his mouth following his
massaging fingertips. She writhed, her eyes closed, she buried her
buttocks deep in the mattress. Her thoughts narrowed, focused solely on
the pleasure he provided.

When his mouth reached her pussy, her arousal turned from fire to
electric. Her body shuddered when he used the tip of his tongue to trace
the length of her slit. Coming to her clit, he circled her throbbing
button before gently sucking. Flashes of light sparkled on the edges of
her vision as she came in waves of pure ecstasy. Still he did not cease
his rapturous torment. He continued to nibble her pussy, and when he
came to her hole, he pushed his tongue inside her, his nose buried in
her lips. She grabbed for his head and pulled him from between her legs.

His face glistened with her juices, his eyes hooded, and his expression
wild. She kissed him, her own musky scent filling her senses. Wrapping
her legs around his waist, she began to explore his body with hungry
fingers. She gripped his belt, unfastening it before reaching for the
button that held his jeans together, all the while kissing him, running
her tongue down the length of his throat. He tasted of clean skin and
spicy cologne. She had never in her life been so completely turned on,
so completely out of control. A deep laugh escaped her when she finally
freed him from his pants.

"Take them off," she said breathlessly, eager to taste him, to
feel the thick shaft in her mouth.

He obeyed, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with his own
excitement. She pushed him back and lowered her face to his massive
cock. She moistened it with her tongue before sliding it deep into her
mouth. He groaned and grabbed the back of her head, urging her lower.
She clutched his balls and squeezed before moving her tongue back and
forth over his penis. When she rose, she paid special attention to the
sensitive head and took great pleasure with each moan, each sharp intake
of air, each time he said her name.

"Lindy, stop," he cried out. "I want to feel your hot pussy
around me."

She didn't hesitate. Straddling him, she lowered her dripping snatch
down, enveloping him deep inside. He grabbed her hips and lifted her.
She tightened her pussy when he slammed her down. Using her knees, she
pivoted over him, grinding her hips eachtime she landed. She threw her
head back and grabbed her tits, stroking and pinching her nipples, she
gyrated on his thick cock. His hands dug into her ass, his fingers
beginning to tremble.

"Oh, Mac." She put her arms around his neck. "I didn't
realize how much I missed you."

He pressed his hard body on top of her and kissed her deeply. The gentle
manipulation of his mouth, his tongue, soft but probing, tangled with
hers. She arched her pelvis against him, eager to feel him once again.
He caressed her flesh, kneading the back of her neck with a gentleness
his strong hands didn't seem capable of. Chills of pleasure rippled
across her skin when he took her earlobe between his lips, his warm
breath, his hands, his mouth, all working her body into a near rabid
frenzy.

Her nerve endings smoked as he traced the length of her neck with his
tongue. The effect was a slow burn that threatened to ignite and set the
bed on fire. She pushed at the heavy buckle of his belt, but he pulled
her hand away.

"Not yet," he said against the mound of her breast. "Just
lie back, and let me make love to you." His voice was husky with
desire. "If this is the last time I'm with you, I want to make
sure I don't forget a single inch of your beautiful body."

He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking until it peaked. She moaned
as he worked his lusty magic upon each breast in turn. Her juices flowed
so heavily now, she believed an orgasm that might actually shake the bed
was not far off. Her deep, guttural moans filled the air, the sound
carnal. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him, her
cunt begging for release from the pressure that pushed against her
abdomen.

Standing over her, he chuckled and removed the bunny slippers from her
feet. He pulled off her jogging pants, tossing them over his shoulder
with a grin. Going to his knees, he kissed her toes, the tops of her
feet, the sensual pleasure of his attentions unlike any she had
experienced before. Slowly, he traveled up her legs, tantalizing her
calves, behind her knees, up her thighs, his mouth following his
massaging fingertips. She writhed, her eyes closed, she buried her
buttocks deep in the mattress. Her thoughts narrowed, focused solely on
the pleasure he provided.

When his mouth reached her pussy, her arousal turned from fire to
electric. Her body shuddered when he used the tip of his tongue to trace
the length of her slit. Coming to her clit, he circled her throbbing
button before gently sucking. Flashes of light sparkled on the edges of
her vision as she came in waves of pure ecstasy. Still he did not cease
his rapturous torment. He continued to nibble her pussy, and when he
came to her hole, he pushed his tongue inside her, his nose buried in
her lips. She grabbed for his head and pulled him from between her legs.

His face glistened with her juices, his eyes hooded, and his expression
wild. She kissed him, her own musky scent filling her senses. Wrapping
her legs around his waist, she began to explore his body with hungry
fingers. She gripped his belt, unfastening it before reaching for the
button that held his jeans together, all the while kissing him, running
her tongue down the length of his throat. He tasted of clean skin and
spicy cologne. She had never in her life been so completely turned on,
so completely out of control. A deep laugh escaped her when she finally
freed him from his pants.

"Take them off," she said breathlessly, eager to taste him, to
feel the thick shaft in her mouth.

He obeyed, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with his own
excitement. She pushed him back and lowered her face to his massive
cock. She moistened it with her tongue before sliding it deep into her
mouth. He groaned and grabbed the back of her head, urging her lower.
She clutched his balls and squeezed before moving her tongue back and
forth over his penis. When she rose, she paid special attention to the
sensitive head and took great pleasure with each moan, each sharp intake
of air, each time he said her name.

"Lindy, stop," he cried out. "I want to feel your hot pussy
around me."

She didn't hesitate. Straddling him, she lowered her dripping snatch
down, enveloping him deep inside. He grabbed her hips and lifted her.
She tightened her pussy when he slammed her down. Using her knees, she
pivoted over him, grinding her hips eachtime she landed. She threw her
head back and grabbed her tits, stroking and pinching her nipples, she
gyrated on his thick cock. His hands dug into her ass, his fingers
beginning to tremble.

"Oh, Mac." She put her arms around his neck. "I didn't
realize how much I missed you."

He pressed his hard body on top of her and kissed her deeply. The gentle
manipulation of his mouth, his tongue, soft but probing, tangled with
hers. She arched her pelvis against him, eager to feel him once again.
He caressed her flesh, kneading the back of her neck with a gentleness
his strong hands didn't seem capable of. Chills of pleasure rippled
across her skin when he took her earlobe between his lips, his warm
breath, his hands, his mouth, all working her body into a near rabid
frenzy.

Her nerve endings smoked as he traced the length of her neck with his
tongue. The effect was a slow burn that threatened to ignite and set the
bed on fire. She pushed at the heavy buckle of his belt, but he pulled
her hand away.

"Not yet," he said against the mound of her breast. "Just
lie back, and let me make love to you." His voice was husky with
desire. "If this is the last time I'm with you, I want to make
sure I don't forget a single inch of your beautiful body."

He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking until it peaked. She moaned
as he worked his lusty magic upon each breast in turn. Her juices flowed
so heavily now, she believed an orgasm that might actually shake the bed
was not far off. Her deep, guttural moans filled the air, the sound
carnal. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him, her
cunt begging for release from the pressure that pushed against her
abdomen.

Standing over her, he chuckled and removed the bunny slippers from her
feet. He pulled off her jogging pants, tossing them over his shoulder
with a grin. Going to his knees, he kissed her toes, the tops of her
feet, the sensual pleasure of his attentions unlike any she had
experienced before. Slowly, he traveled up her legs, tantalizing her
calves, behind her knees, up her thighs, his mouth following his
massaging fingertips. She writhed, her eyes closed, she buried her
buttocks deep in the mattress. Her thoughts narrowed, focused solely on
the pleasure he provided.

When his mouth reached her pussy, her arousal turned from fire to
electric. Her body shuddered when he used the tip of his tongue to trace
the length of her slit. Coming to her clit, he circled her throbbing
button before gently sucking. Flashes of light sparkled on the edges of
her vision as she came in waves of pure ecstasy. Still he did not cease
his rapturous torment. He continued to nibble her pussy, and when he
came to her hole, he pushed his tongue inside her, his nose buried in
her lips. She grabbed for his head and pulled him from between her legs.

His face glistened with her juices, his eyes hooded, and his expression
wild. She kissed him, her own musky scent filling her senses. Wrapping
her legs around his waist, she began to explore his body with hungry
fingers. She gripped his belt, unfastening it before reaching for the
button that held his jeans together, all the while kissing him, running
her tongue down the length of his throat. He tasted of clean skin and
spicy cologne. She had never in her life been so completely turned on,
so completely out of control. A deep laugh escaped her when she finally
freed him from his pants.

"Take them off," she said breathlessly, eager to taste him, to
feel the thick shaft in her mouth.

He obeyed, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with his own
excitement. She pushed him back and lowered her face to his massive
cock. She moistened it with her tongue before sliding it deep into her
mouth. He groaned and grabbed the back of her head, urging her lower.
She clutched his balls and squeezed before moving her tongue back and
forth over his penis. When she rose, she paid special attention to the
sensitive head and took great pleasure with each moan, each sharp intake
of air, each time he said her name.

"Lindy, stop," he cried out. "I want to feel your hot pussy
around me."

She didn't hesitate. Straddling him, she lowered her dripping snatch
down, enveloping him deep inside. He grabbed her hips and lifted her.
She tightened her pussy when he slammed her down. Using her knees, she
pivoted over him, grinding her hips eachtime she landed. She threw her
head back and grabbed her tits, stroking and pinching her nipples, she
gyrated on his thick cock. His hands dug into her ass, his fingers
beginning to tremble.

Wanna read more? You know you do! Pick up your copy from SIREN
today!

Happy Reading!

Harris .

Gale Stanley's in the house! Check out her new books!!!

2010-10-22T06:43:00.003-05:00

WELCOME Gale! Nice of you to share your blurbs and awesome covers.

REMINDER! I have a contest going on! Click here for more details!

SILENT KNIGHTS
A Contemporary MM erotic romance

Paul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a stable relationship with his soul mate. When his lover dumps him for another man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. He visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania rather than spend the holidays alone in San Francisco. But only a few days with his family is enough to convince him that you can't go home again.

Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the woodlands, a chance meeting between him and a hunter is his only option for survival. He knows the type. A backwoods bigot like the men he grew up with. But what choice does he have? A few days with the Mountain Man convinces Paul there's more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?

Silver Publishing October 16 2010
SILENT KNIGHTS is available at: http://tinyurl.com/GS-SilentKnights

MATING CALL
Black Wolf Gorge: Book 2

Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Shape-shifter, Bondage
Human contact is the last thing Sable wants, and the she-wolf lives wild to avoid any chance encounters. But when a hunter sees the beautiful woman transform into his quarry, she becomes fair game. Jude and his twin, Jonas, capture the feral creature and plan to tame the wild beast, but her mating frenzy ignites their lust and blurs the line between captor and captive.
The she-wolf can’t deny her attraction to the brothers, and their passion creates a strong bond that none are willing to accept. Sable has no desire for a pair of human mates, but destiny steps in, and she finds herself mated to men who only think of her as an animal. Suddenly, she’s in more danger than she thought possible, and the need to escape increases. But the bond between her and her captors is sealed, and she discovers surrender isn't necessarily a bad thing.
SirenBookstrand October 4 2010
MATING CALL is available at:
http://www.bookstrand.com/mating-call

Email: gale@galestanley.net
http://galestanley.blogspot.com/
http://www.facebook.com/gale.stanley.author

Yesterday's Indiscretion is HERE--How about a contest?

2010-10-21T08:12:00.007-05:00

Okay, my book, YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION is out TODAY!!! and to celebrate, I'm offering a free download! It's a month long contest, so be sure to tell all your friends about it too! PLEASE? :)

All you have to do to be eligible to win is follow the blog, leave a comment and your e-mail address. I'll announce the winner on November 21st. It's that simple! And if you're already a follower mention that and leave your e-mail address and you're included!

If you can't wait to see if you're a winner, head on over to SIREN and pick up your copy. It's 15% off at the moment!

Thanks for stopping by!
Hugs,

Excerpt: Yesterday's Indiscretion

2010-10-18T10:56:00.005-05:00

YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION is coming Thursday, October 21st to SIREN publishing! BUT you can PRE-ORDER your copy today and be one fo the first to read Lindy's story. Wanna taste? Here's an excerpt:

“When’s the last time you went on a real vacation?” His gaze was so intense her body stilled, but her heart raced.

She tilted her head and bit her lower lip. “When I met you.”

“Hmmm.” He grinned and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. So close, she could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. “Maybe we should consider revisiting the Gulf of Mexico. I have some free time, what do you say?”

She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or annoyed. It was so easy for him to come in here and whisk her away. Well, she had obligations. She couldn’t just abandon her job, her boyfriend. “I say you’re crazy. You think you can sweep in here and make yourself comfortable in the middle of my life?”

He stood, towering over her, his hand gentle as he lifted a strand of her hair between his fingertips. “I am a little crazy.” She looked up at him, handsome in the light from the ceiling fan. “And I’ve been given a second chance, Ms. Lindy Whittaker. I intend to make full use of it.”

“Don’t be silly, Mac. I’m too old for you. You need someone more like Pam Smith. She’s closer to your age.”

“Fuck that,” he replied. “Something else you need to know about me. When I see something I want, I’m more than willing to work for it. Fight for it if necessary.” He bent over and leaned in, brushing a kiss across her lips. And she let him. She closed her eyes, the sensation of his touch making her tingle“Something else you need to know about me. When I see something I want, I’m more than willing to work for it. Fight for it if nece all over. “Now, am I going to spend the next week searching for a

ssary.” He bent over and leaned in, brushing a kiss across her lips. And she let him. She closed her eyes, the place to live, or are you and I going to pick up where we left off?”
sensation of his touch making her tingle all over. “Now, am I going to spend the next week searching for a
Her eyes popped open. “You’re that sure of yourself?” she asked, lowering her legs to the floor, her gaze never leaving his face. “That just because you say what you think a woman wants to hear, she’ll melt at your feet?”

“No, I’m not playing games,” he stated, his arms across his chest. “I want you. I’m not afraid to tell you. If you want me to go, say the word. But honestly, Lindy, do you think you can deny the magic between us?”

“Mac.” She sighed, her resistance fading. “There are ten years between us. When I’m in my mid-sixties, you’ll be cutting your teeth on middle age. That doesn’t bother you in the slightest?”

“No, but it sure as hell seems to bother you,” he replied. “I think I’m old enough to know when I’m attracted to someone.” He chuckled. “When I look at you, I don’t see age, I see someone who made me the happiest man in the world.”

Against her will, her heart sang at the words. “You were young,” she said, and rose to her feet. “That was just sex.”

“You truly believe that’s all it was?”

She forced herself to nod.

“It wasn’t just sex for me.”

“And I told you, I’m in a relationship.”

His mouth tightened, and his eyes narrowed. “He ask you to marry him?”

“That’s not the point,” she replied, her hands on her hips. “I’m not available.”

He bent forward, his gaze intense as he explored her face. “You in love with him?”

She raised her chin and looked away, refusing to meet his stare. “That is none of your business.”

“Sounds like you’re not all that unavailable."

WANNA bigger taste? Head over to SIREN for the ADULT excerpt!

Have a great day! HAPPY READING

Yesterday's Indiscretion--Pre-Release!

2010-10-15T15:26:00.005-05:00

Well, Lindy's almost here!

You can pre-order your copy today! What are you waiting for????

Go here and check it out!

I Got my cover and RELEASE date TODAY!!!!

2010-10-09T01:31:00.005-05:00

Hello everyone...gone are the blahs and I'm all hyped up! Check out the new cover for my upcoming release YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION! My release date is October 21 from Siren Publishing!

Here's da blurb!

Lindy has decided it’s time to marry and start a family. Steven, a successful businessman, seems to be “Mr. Right”. But when Mac, her former lover who happens to be ten years her junior, comes to town, will he ruin all her plans? And if he does, at what cost?

AND you know I'll be hosting a giveaway, so check back soon for details!!!!

Monday morning blahs...

2010-09-27T09:48:00.002-05:00

I generally don't blog about how I'm feeling. But today I feel blah! Tired. Irritated. Yucky.

I suppose it could be let down from all the running around I did yesterday. Or, the difficulty sleeping last night. Or maybe it's the weather changing.

Question for anyone who feels like answering, when you're feeling particularly yucky, what do you do to perk yourself up?

Winners!!!

2010-09-25T09:32:00.007-05:00

The TWO winnners of "THE GHOST HUNTER" by LORI BRIGHTON ARE....

LINDA HENDERSON

and

DEIDRE a.k.a. ASYLUM GIRL

Congratulations!

Check your email!!!

WELCOME, LORI BRIGHTON!

2010-09-20T08:25:00.010-05:00

LORI BRIGHTON has been a friend of mine for quite some time now. She's a great author and really nice person. I've read her latest relase, THE GHOST HUNTER and I have to say, it's a really fun read.

Two that right TWO lucky commenters (please include your e-mail addresses) will win downloads of her ebook! I'll announce the winners later in the week. So, let's welcome LORI BRIGHTON to the blog...

I admit that not long ago I wasn’t much into ebooks. In my opinion, nothing beat holding a paperback in your hands. But I also like to consider myself open-minded where technology is concerned. And let’s face it, ebooks (probably sooner than we think) will be outselling print. As more and more of my fellow author friends have started publishing ebooks, my opinion on them has changed. So it’s not too surprising that my next release is an ebook. What is surprising is that it’s also an ebook that is self published.

Although most readers have come to accept ebooks as a viable option for reading, many still have less than stellar things to say about ebooks that are self published. Sure, there are a lot of bad self published books. But I think there’s a bigger reason why self published books have such a negative reputation. Years ago, before ebooks were popular, self published meant you had to sink a lot of money into getting your book printed, money you most likely would end up losing.

But now, thanks to technology, self published usually means ebooks. So when I heard about authors making money by self publishing ebooks, I started investigating. Many people use Amazon kindle to self publish. For an author it costs nothing to upload your book. As long as your book is 2.99 or more, you make about 70% of the price. Compare that to the 6-10% authors make on their printed books with New York publishers. Smashwords is another popular place used by authors. If you’re computer illiterate, like me, you can have a heck of a time uploading your book. Fortunately I had my husband to help. You are also responsible for your own cover, and to many that cover matters. It’s the first thing readers will see.

As to whether your book will be successful depends on a lot of things. How well it’s written and edited, the subject matter and most importantly word of mouth. I decided to self publish my contemporary paranormal romance because I was sick of waiting around for New York publishers. The book was wasting away on my computer so why not self publish it? I’ve edited the book as best as I could, and I think I have a rather attractive cover. Who knows if it will sell well. Only time will tell. But as it cost nothing for me to put the book up, I doubt I’ll ever regret it.

Curious about my self published book? You can find The Ghost Hunter here:

Smashwords

And here:

Amazon.com

Or you can leave a comment! Two people will win an ecopy of The Ghost Hunter!

Thank you for stopping by, Lori!!

Oh and here are some other delights by Lori!

Wild Heart is available now!!! Coming Soon--Wild Desire!

Give Away THIS WEEK!!!!!

2010-09-19T10:54:00.004-05:00

Join me this week and you could win! Tomorrow I'm posting a blog by my good friend, LORI BRIGHTON!!! Come back, leave a comment with your e-mail address and on Friday I'll announce two winners of her ebook, THE GHOST HUNTER!

See you later!

We have our Blogfest WINNER!!!!

2010-09-13T08:48:00.005-05:00

Thank you so much to all who participated! I much appreciate the time you all took to stop by, comment and follow me! Unfortunately, only one can be the winner and

Our winner is.....

THROUGH THE HAZE!

I have e-mailed you privately! Looking forward to hearing from you.

Thanks again everyone and please stop by any time. You just never know when I'll be having another contest.

Hugs,

Blogfest kickoff!

2010-09-10T08:26:00.008-05:00

Welcome to BLOGFEST 2010!!

What is BlogFest? It's a great way to meet new authors and has lots of chances to win lots of prizes!

What's my prize you ask?

Well, I want to offer an ebook from the "Harris Channing Collection". All you have to do is leave comment with your valid e-mail address and become a follower and you're eligible! I'll draw a name from 'the hat' on the evening of the 12th and the winner can choose whichever Harris Channing book they want.

In order of publication the books in the offing are as follows:

1. Torrid Teasers Vol. 30---This features two stories!

"THE GROUPIE"— Mandy Evans wakes up one morning expecting 'just another day'. When she wins tickets to see her idol, country music star Thad Curtis, in concert, will she be able to turn his head? And if she does, then what?
"THE BODY DOUBLE" – At eighteen Delilah found her soulmate in Robby Graham. But her ambitions took her from him. Coming home to Tennessee after a five year stint as a body double in Hollywood can really break a girl down. Will she be able to fight her unfulfilled dreams of stardom and reconnect with an incomparable love?

2. SPEED TRAP

Running away from her abusive boyfriend, Libby Collins speeds through White Springs, Tennessee. Not a good idea when police officer Keith Davidson is on duty. She's pulled over and the attraction between her and the cop is immediate and all-consuming. Can their new relationship be sustained when Dwayne comes to White Springs to bring Libby home? And is Libby's love enough to erase Keith's painful past?

3. MY FUNNY VALENTINE A NTHOLOGY featuring my story: CURSES AND KISSES

When Cupid arms his bow on St. Valentine’s Day, anything can and will happen! Four Whiskey Creek Press authors reveal these passionate stories of romance and love that give us all hope…there’s new romance blended with a strong dose of humor, a blundering love Angel struggling to get things right, romance for the young at heart when it seemed too late, and the conquering of the greatest of romance cynics with the power of love. Enjoy this anthology of fun and love, for the romantic in each of us!

4. GOLDIE AND THE THREE BEHRS

Some men are too hard. Some men are too soft. But only one man is just right…
Choosing the perfect bed is easy, but sometimes finding the right person to share it with is an adventure!
The Marquess of Blackwood lays eyes on Goldie Locksley, and immediately falls for her. Unfortunately, his youngest brother, Joseph, decides to make her his bride. But when their father tells him no, all hell breaks loose and all three brothers will do their utmost to see that they are a part of her future. But her happily ever after lies in the arms of one man. Will he be able to prove himself in time, or is Goldie destined to a life of misery or mediocrity?

So what are you waiting for? Comment, leave your e-mail address and follow me and you could win!

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Sunday 160

2010-08-29T09:54:00.002-05:00

It hurts so bad, you want to cry. It fills your brain with unwelcome shards of light. There’s no alternative but to lie down. Migraines, the devil’s hand tool.

Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.

SPEED TRAP!!! WHOOT WHOOT!

2010-08-27T10:28:00.004-05:00

Thanks to the combined efforts of both my lovely publishers...SPEED TRAP is now AVAILABLE at SIRENBOOKSTRAND as well as WHISKEY CREEK PRESS TORRID!

Wanna know what it's about?

Running away from her abusive boyfriend, Libby Collins speeds through White Springs, Tennessee. Not a good idea when police officer Keith Davidson is on duty. She's pulled over and the attraction between her and the cop is immediate and all-consuming. Can their new relationship be sustained when Dwayne comes to White Springs to bring Libby home? And is Libby's love enough to erase Keith's painful past?

Wanna read a sample chapter? Pop on over to my website!

YEAH KEITH AND LIBBY!!

Sunday 160

2010-08-22T09:09:00.003-05:00

Yesterday ended his majestic reign. Encircled by a spent floral wreath, he was felled. Not by man but by beast. Damn you carpenter ant! Farewell, beautiful oak.

Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.

Teaser Tuesdays--A Knight In Shining Armor

2010-08-17T07:57:00.007-05:00

I have loved this book for years...It's just such a fun read!

Anyway, here's my teaser from Jude Deveraux's A Knight in Shining Armor. Keep in mind that it's a time travel. It's on page 65.

"Men were timeless, too, she thought. It was always: you-look-great-what's-for-dinner?

MizB of Should Be Reading hosts Teaser Tuesday. Grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Go see Should Be Reading for more detail.

Sunday 160--Bravery

2010-08-15T09:48:00.005-05:00

She cried. She begged. She wanted to. She didn’t. But with her hands held firmly at her sides, and her eyes closed, the brave little girl got her ears pierced!

Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.

Chat to WIN!

2010-08-13T08:51:00.005-05:00

Come chat with me Saturday (August 14th) night from 7-9 EST for your chance to win a download of one of my books...That's right, just pop over to Melodee Aaron's Yahoo group, say hi, chit chat for awhile and you'll be eligible for a drawing of your choice of Harris Channing Books!

Check out my website for titles and excerpts!

Hope to see you tomorrow at MELODEE AARON'S Yahoo Group! Sign up early and see you there at 7 p.m. EST!

I'm a spotlight author!!!

2010-08-09T08:01:00.005-05:00

I'm a featured author over over at Melodee Aaron's wonderful website! Please check out my interview in the Author's Spotlight section. I would appreciate it VERY much!

Hugs,

Check out my NEW BOOK TRAILER!

2010-08-08T03:05:00.001-05:00

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2010-08-04T08:16:00.005-05:00

I'll be hanging out at Novel Sisterhood this week! Come by and see me! Would love to hear from you.

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Sunday 160

2010-08-01T11:10:00.003-05:00

I have two dogs, one I found, the other a gift. Neither one cost me a cent. This week both needed to go to the vet. Moral: There’s no such thing as a free dog!

(And I wouldn't trade them for the world!)

Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.

Book Through Thursday

2010-07-29T08:32:00.004-05:00

Which fictional character (or group of characters) would you like to spend a day at the beach with? Why would he/she/they make good beach buddies?

Clarissa Harlowe from Clarissa or the History of a Young Lady by Samuel Richardson.

Why? Because I'd want to ask her WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? Or if possible warn her about Robert Lovelace!

Excerpt Goldie and the Three Behrs

2010-07-29T08:26:00.002-05:00

William exhaled, the whisper of his breath tickling Goldie's skin and bringing her eyes to his. "Then don't marry him." His gaze caressed her
face. "Don't have anything to do with him."

Surprise had her lower jaw agape. "Why?"

He raked his fingers through his hair, hair that shone blue in the sunlight. "You'll have to trust his brother."

Her curiosity piqued, she narrowed her gaze. "How can I trust a brother who won't tell me all?" Annoyed, she handed him back the
handkerchief.

For a long moment, they stared at each other, a need in her arising that she couldn't explain. A jolt of excitement stemmed from her abdomen
and shot through her entire being.

"You're going to have to." He pulled his hand from his glove and, reaching out, touched her cheek.

She didn't respond, far too aroused by the warmth that radiated from his fingertips. She was enthralled, enchanted. Reflected in his gray eyes,
she saw a smoldering heat.

"What are you doing?"

He cupped the side of her face. "I don't know." He stepped close.

Her heart beat so hard, her legs grew so weak, she felt as though she could tumble into him. Yet she needed to move back. Why was it her
body refused to be moved?

"Don't you feel it? It's remarkable, really." As if pulled by some unknown force, he leaned in. "So powerful." She tilted her chin, waiting for his
lips to touch hers, needing them more than wanting.

"Yes, but isn't it wrong?"

"It's not. It can't be." With that said, he set his mouth atop hers, his lips every bit as amazing as she imagined…but more. They were just the
right combination of hard and soft, the pressure perfectly suited to her desire—forceful enough to show her the passion that simmered within
him, yet gentle enough to bring her closer.

Find Goldie and the Three Behrs at Siren!

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Amazon.com !

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Happy Thursday!

Harris.

Sepia Scenes/Wordless Wednesday

2010-07-28T08:03:00.007-05:00

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Teaser Tuesday--Night Myst

2010-07-27T08:10:00.003-05:00

Today's teaser is from page 231 of Night Myst by Yasmine Galenorn.

"I just changed into an owl and flew around the yard for an hour or two or three. Why should I be thinking of modesty after that?"

MizB of Should Be Reading hosts Teaser Tuesday. Grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Go see Should Be Reading for more detail.