Sunday, December 7, 2014

FREE! A HOLIDAY ANTHOLOGY (VOLUME 2)

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A Holiday Anthology (Volume Two)

A Collection of Winter Holiday Tales

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Please join us in reading this fantastically diverse FREE collection of stories to warm your heart while you wait for the kids, the oven to buzz, on a 15-minute break from work, or when you just need to hide for ten minutes from everyone! Every story is PG,but a few have a hint of zing.
The calendar on the wall says 2014 but the holidays are a magical time where anything is possible when it comes to romance. Prepare to travel through snow or to a tropical setting with a little dash of fantasy sprinkled in to make your holiday reading enjoyable. This heart-warming collection of all new, very short stories is our way of saying happy holidays to you.
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A Night to Remember by Dee Ann Palmer
 
It was the worst Christmas Eve Marlee had ever lived through. Providing she did live through it, she thought. People who longed for a white Christmas obviously didn’t expect it to come with a power outage and a blizzard like she was creeping along in in her old Nissan.

Squinting to see, she switched the heat to the front and rear windshields. If she didn’t reach her house soon, the wipers wouldn’t be able to cut through the ice forming there. The snow had thickened and the temperature had dropped in the last thirty minutes.

“You had to have a tree. Going out in a blizzard to get that puny thing in the backseat masquerading as a Christmas tree was moronic,” she scolded herself.
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THE GIFT OF TIME by Rose Anderson
“Rose is a multi-published, award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and discovering interesting things to weave into stories. She lives with her family and small menagerie amid oak groves and prairie in the rolling glacial hills of the upper Midwest. Possessing an active imagination, she writes everything from children’s stories to historical non-fiction.”

FRANKIE'S WISH by Jennifer Garcia
Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts. Her first novel, My Mr. Manny, was released August 2013 and her first novella, In My Mother’s Footsteps, was released July 2013.

A KISS AT MIDNIGHT by Lily Bishop
Lily Bishop lives in South Carolina with her husband and two children. She writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, and has published two books in the City Lights series, No Strings Attached and Under His Protection. She is working on the third book now.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER by Dee Ann Palmer
In every age the heart loves, and Dee Ann Palmer's romances reflect those eras in fantasy, historic, contemporary and futuristic tales. The award winning Palmer is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and belongs to the Los Angeles chapter of Sisters in Crime.

MARJA'S VICTORY By Barb Caffrey
Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, book reviewer and musician from the Midwest. She is the author of the humorous urban fantasy/romance AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE, and is the co-author of the Adventures of Joey Maverick series (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey).

CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS by Beverley Bateman
Beverley Bateman is a Canadian author of several books who loves traveling, good wine and a mystery. She lives with her husband and two Shiba Inu dogs among vineyards and orchards set in lake country and surrounded by mountains – beaches, swimming and skiing.

GINGERBREAD DREAMS by Victoria Adams
Victoria Adams is a romance writer, dividing her writing between contemporary romance and New Adult contemporary romance. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and kitten, Licorice. She likes to study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance), garden, and bake.

CHE GELIDA MANINA by M. S. Spencer
Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine. Ms. Spencer has published nine romantic suspense novels.

ROMANCE VALLEY by Kaye Spencer
Native Coloradoan Kaye Spencer writes romances from her basement hovel in a small, rural town in the far southeastern corner of Colorado—no mountains in sight—just prairie dogs, buffalo grass, and glorious prairie sunsets. While drawn to cowboys and the Old West, all genres are within her story-crafting realm. Retired from a long career in public education that included teaching through a community college outreach program, Kaye is enjoying being a full-time writer and spoiler of grandchildren. Kaye is also afflicted with ACD—Accumulative Cat Disorder—with no cure in sight.

THE CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT by Janis Susan May
Janis Susan May is a seventh-generation Texan and a third-generation wordsmith who writes mysteries as Janis Patterson, romances and other things as Janis Susan May, children’s books as Janis Susan Patterson and scholarly works and non-fiction as J.S.M. Patterson. Janis and her husband live in Texas with an assortment of rescued furbabies.

TROPICAL CHRISTMAS by Gemma Juliana
GEMMA JULIANA is a multi-published author who lives in an enchanted cottage in north Texas with her handsome hero, teen son and a comical dog. She loves making new friends and hearing from readers. Exotic coffee and chocolate fuel her creativity.

A KISS AND A PROMISE by Lyndi Lamont
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of author Linda McLaughlin, who writes historical and Regency Romance. Since becoming Lyndi Lamont, she has discovered that writing sexy romance is a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of a book.

A COWBOY'S HOLIDAY by E. Ayers
E. Ayers is a multi-published and best-selling author of western and contemporary romances. Her books are never too sweet or too hot. She writes down the middle.
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Friday, December 5, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY - DEE ANN PALMER

CHRISTIANA'S CHOICE - FINALLY OUT AND AVAILABLE FOR KINDLE, NOOK, AND ON SMASHWORDS. SOON TO BE FOUND ON ARe, SONY AND KOBO.
 



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EXCERPT - from Christiana's Choice

Seated in a chair near the fire, Christiana was clad in a filmy nightdress that buttoned up under her chin and at her wrists. Fortunately an over-tunic of heavier material protected her modesty somewhat. A nightcap covered her loose hair, revealing only the tips of her curls. She’d tucked her legs up under her nightwear, but he could see the toes of one foot. Her feet were bare.
 
At the sight of her, something sweet and mysterious stirred inside Rowan. He pushed it aside. It immediately occurred to him that he should not be with her when she was in her nightwear, and he was well aware that he wore nothing except an over-tunic and footwear. But there was such an air of innocence about her, such a naturalness, that he didn’t wish to frighten her by bolting.
 
“I am sorry, Lady Christiana, I did not realize anyone was here.” He turned to leave.
“Stay, Sir Rowan. I see you couldn’t sleep either.” The firelight cast flickering shadows on her face...

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Friday, November 7, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY - IN EVERY AGE THE HEART LOVES

These free reads begin here, then hop to http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com for the work of other authors. We select 7 words, sentences or paragraphs that are sexy in one way or another.

In the scene below, Don Miguel Navarro has completed a cooling, restful swim in pond after a tiring day on his vast rancho. He joins his land manager for the ride back to the hacienda.



“I am not anxious to return to the house. Let’s take it at a walk,” Miguel said.

Stalking Elk nodded.

Riding side by side, they traveled in silence for a time, and then the older man, who had worked for Miguel’s father, spoke, his voice tinged with disgust. “I caught Señorita Valdez trying to peek, Jefe. I sent her away.”

Stalking Elk always called him Jefe—chief—rather than don.

“Ah, Señorita Rosita Valdez,” Miguel replied.

Shaking his head, he sighed at the thought of the hot, turbulent méjicano. Peeking was so like her. Inwardly he smiled, but it was a dry smile. Even when he was younger, and free, he hadn’t sampled what Rosita had hinted he could have. Although he admitted he’d come close once, in the days after his parents, aunt and uncle had been massacred in a raid by marauding Indians three years earlier. Led by a rogue Paiute warrior named Red Hawk, the group of outcast Indians and whites had swept down through the mountain pass to the north, stealing cattle and horses, slaughtering men and women in their path.

Miguel had been in El Pueblo, and the shock of returning to find his parents dead had cloaked his mind in a miasma of anger, pain, and helplessness. The burden of running the ranch had settled with sudden heaviness on his young shoulders, and he had almost, but not quite, yielded to Rosita’s charms.

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Saturday, October 11, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY - MIDNIGHT RIDER

My seven sexy paragraphs are from MIDNIGHT RIDER, a re-release of my2004 Amber Heat Contest winner, DARK STRANGER. It will be out soon.  The story is set in early California, the same period as WHERE EAGLES CRY.
Dee Ann Palmer


It was Rafael who stopped. 
 
Her eyes flew open.

"Do you want me, Jenny?"

She stared at him. Did she want him? She ached for release. Her heart raced because she wanted him so much.

"Say it, Jenny, tell me you want this." One hand moved to stroke a nipple, the other moved to massage the tiny spot that would bring her once more to the mountain top."Say it, Jenny."

The tumult was rising again under the stroking fingers, and all she had to do was ask. But she remembered the name he had cried in the night, and her mind told her that this was not what she wanted. For herself or for him. She had saved his life, but when she had made herself vulnerable in that exotic moment of loving him, it was another woman's name he had called out. Did she want him? God knew, she did. But not just for sex. Having been married to one man, engaged to another, she'd learned that this act was only part of a relationship between a man and a woman. Rafael didn't love her, would never marry her, and sex fell far short of all that she wanted from him. Wanted for him.
 
Her voice shook, but she knew what her response had to be. If there was anything that could be said of this man, it was that he was a man of honor. She counted on that as she spoke. "Stop. Please stop." 

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Monday, September 15, 2014

ON WRITING THE SHORT STORY

Short stories run from 1,000 to 15,000 words. I share thoughts on it by Edgar Alan Poe—an expert—shared by author and teacher Louisa Bacio
We allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half-hour to one or two hours in its perusal. The ordinary novel is objectionable, from its length, for reasons already stated in substance. As it cannot be read at one sitting, it deprives itself, of course, of the immense force derivable from totality. Worldly interests intervening during the pauses of perusal, modify, annul, or counteract, in a greater or less degree, the impressions of the book. But simple cessation in reading would, of itself, be sufficient to destroy the true unity. In the brief tale, however, the author is enabled to carry out the fulness of his intention, be it what it may. During the hour of perusal the soul of the reader is at the writer's control. There are no external or extrinsic influences — resulting from weariness or interruption. (Poe, Review of Hawthorne -- Twice-Told Tales, from Graham's Magazine, May 1842, pp. 298-300.)
From Ernest Hemingway
 
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.

This past week it's been like drilling rock for me.

Happy writing!

Dee Ann


 
 

Friday, August 22, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY BLOG HOP - Dee Ann Palmer


ANOTHER SNIPPET FROM MY UPCOMING NOVEL, CHRISTIANA'S CHOICE

This scene is from the banquet at the close of the passage of arms tournament held by the Earl of Glastonbury.

"Sir Rowan du Veau of Normandy, the Dark Knight," the major domo's big voice boomed.

For a moment Christiana felt light headed when she saw him. The heavy silk under-tunic brushing his soft leather boots was blue, the color of his eyes. His over-tunic was a darker shade of blue that made a perfect frame for the lighter. He wore a sash of dark blue edged in silver, and he carried a sheathed dagger at his waist. His floor length tunic told her this mysterious man was of noble birth.

He moved with such ease yet exuded such power she caught her breath. He was clean shaven and had obviously bathed because his long blond hair spread loosely across his shoulders and gleamed in the torchlight.

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Saturday, August 2, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY BLOG HOP

WELCOME!

Two weeks ago, I promised an excerpt from Christiana's Choice, my medieval novel I'm preparing to self publish this month. Instead, I substituted Where Eagles Cry because I went through the horror of discovering it was no longer on my PC. It wasn't until my husband suggested I look on our other two computers that I found it, but too late. Whew. I don't know how I deleted it from this one, but I did. Which says a great deal about always having a backup, doesn't it?

THE STORY

Christiana, only child and heir of the Earl of Gladsbury, binds her chest and dresses as a boy in denial of her womanhood. Instead, she longs to be a knight. Should the earl die in battle, she and Gladsbury would be at the mercy of the king. It’s not only time that she marry, but that she learn a noblewoman’s task of managing as well as defending a castle. Hoping to awaken her sensuality, the earl assigns her for defense lessons to his two most eligible knights, but will Christiana respond as he has hoped?




   In the excerpt scene, the earl is injured and Rowan, known as the Dark Knight, suggests they pray for him.

EXCERPT

Incense filled the hushed chapel, its scent as familiar and comforting as the ritual use of the holy water and the sign of the cross.
Christiana’s upturned face as Rowan turned to hand her the lighted shaft glowed in the soft light, as angelic as a fine painting. Their hands touched as he passed the candle to her, and he felt a small hot rush jolt through him that had nothing to do with the heat of the candle’s flame. He felt her start and knew she’d felt it too for her gaze locked on his own, her face a study in surprise. He held her gaze, fighting desire as it welled up inside him, creating the need to taste the sweetness of that innocent mouth, brush her eyelids with his kisses, crush her tight against him so she could feel how his body swelled with wanting.
Would her naked skin feel like silk beneath him, if he took her here, now, would the holy stillness be broken by her keening cries as his body brought her to heights of love she’d never known?
In the flickering candlelight and the scent-filled room hazy with smoke from the tapers, it was as if they were caught in their own moment in time, as if they were the only two people in the world.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

#MY SEXY SATURDAY and WHERE EAGLES CRY

 
 
 
My sentences are from WHERE EAGLES CRY...

THE STORY

Jilted by love, in 1834 Cara Lindsay sails from Boston to Mexico’s rugged California to begin a new life with a favorite aunt. Heartbroken to learn her aunt has died, she takes a companionship position to the wife of Don Miguel Navarro, the tough and irresistible owner of a major inland rancho.

 Prior to her arrival, Miguel’s wife had suffered a permanent brain injury in a suspicious fall, and the lonely ranchero’s heart opens to Cara’s kindness and beauty like parched earth to rain.

Yet love may break Cara’s heart again, for she would never be any man’s mistress. She needs to leave, but dark undercurrents she doesn't understand flow around her. Native superstition says when the ranch bells ring and an eagle cries, someone dies, and several have. Until  ships sail for Boston months away, she’s trapped in the midst of danger and an impossible love.

 When next the bells ring and the eagle cries, will she be the one to die?
 
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They were the only bits of human life on the barren flatlands when she first heard the bells. Their distant, deep-throated pleading brought a sudden whorl of wind that whipped her skirts against the toes of Cara's shoes as she walked and spun the dust into a phantom eddy under the curtaining sky.

The horses whinnied and pawed, flinging their manes and flaring their nostrils against, she thought then, the stirred scents of that glorious and wild country. Ramon moved to quiet them.

From somewhere what must have been a large bird screamed. At that cry, Maria gave a little groan of fear, crossing herself and pulling her dark shawl protectively tighter while her hands fumbled for her rosary...

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

SEDUCING A DRAGON - BLOG HOP


WELCOME TO THE BOOK HOOKS BLOG HOP 

My contribution novella is a medieval fantasy set in an imaginary land, and was inspired by an illustration in the now closed Realms of Fantasy magazine. I wanted in the worst way to tell the story of the breathtakingly beautiful princess riding through a flowery meadow with an entourage of elves and other magical creatures. She evolved into a Golden Dragon shifter as I wrote, but don't ask me how or why.  .  . Dee Ann Palmer


He'd pulled the destrier up at the edge of the forest, but now Xertan was turning in circles in an attempt to retreat back into the woods. Rodick brought the great stallion under control. He wanted to gaze longer at this perfection.

That she rode alone surprised him, for her head was crowned with a golden circlet with four high prongs. It was the headpiece of a princess-royal, although of a house unknown to him. He knew of no princesses resembling this one, and he was acquainted with, or thought he was, those of every castle in the area. Had even bedded a few of them, he thought with a wry smile. But this woman, instinct told him, would fulfill every fantasy a lusty man could have in bed. And then some.

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Friday, July 11, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY 7 #50 - ROMANCE & DEADLY LIAISONS

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

THIS IS A $.99 COLLECTION OF SHORT MURDER MYSTERIES, THE AUTHOR'S BIO, WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT THE SCIENCE OF KILLERS' BRAINS TODAY (HENCE THE TITLE DANGEROUS MINDS), AND A TOUCH OF ROMANCE FROM WHERE EAGLES CRY.

THE 7 PARAGRAPHS HERE ARE FROM THE COLLECTION'S MARATHON MADNESS. THE SETTING IS A ROOM IN THE HISTORIC BILTMORE HOTEL, WHERE I HAVE STAYED. I HAVE COMPLETED SEVERAL LOS ANGELES MARATHONS AND, ALTHOUGH THEY CHANGE THE COURSE PERIODICALLY, I CHOSE FOR THIS STORY ONE I HAVE COMPETED ON.

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN SUVIE'S NEW BUT BROKEN-IN RUNNING SHOES...

Now I had something else to think about—running in old shoes. Thankfully, I’d brought them, but they had broken down. Without their usual cushioning, I’d finish the race with the bottoms of my feet burning. I might get blisters that would make it impossible for me to finish. At worst, I  could end up with stress fractures. I was a very unhappy camper.
In bed, in the darkness, I felt Hal reach for me.
I grew rigid. “I thought they didn’t allow this sort of thing the night before your NFL games.”
He stroked my arm, his fingers strong yet gentle. “Come on, baby, you’re tied up in knots. Roll over so I can get to your back.”
Reluctantly, I let him knead the knots out of my shoulders and long muscles.
And when he moved to other things, well, I had a little hint that the pre-game rules hadn’t always been followed in the NFL. I drifted to sleep feeling loose and satisfied.
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Friday, July 4, 2014

SEXY 7 SATURDAY #49 BLOG HOP

HOW TO SEDUCE A DRAGON IS AVAILABLE NOW for Kindle and Nook!

For this week's Hop, authors are featuring sensual and sexy heroines. Here's my sexy shifter dragon in 7 paragraphs--

The Mystericale Faire had been so much fun. Arondele had loved how different it was from anything she'd ever known in the dragon world. Except for the woman Marinyxa, whose purple ribbon Rodick had refused, gaiety had been the mood of the faire goers. Even the knight who'd lost out to Rodick for the racing prize had been cheerful rather than envious. Unfortunately, in a situation like that, dragons could be very testy.

Memories of those last moments in the hut, of Rodick's mouth on hers as his tongue played with hers, and of his hands cradling her face while they kissed, were fresh and wonderful. She hugged herself, remembering the marvel of feeling this close to someone, whether human or her kind.

If this was what being with a male dragon would be like, she'd love it. Then she went still, and the day with her knight faded. What if mating with a dragon doesn't feel at all the same?

Pushing the frightening thought from her mind, she changed, rising on her back legs, her wings folded behind. The pond caught her reflection, and she saw a body similar in power and grace to her mother Nombella's, with topaz eyes and the same rich glint off golden scales. Like her father's, her head bore the multiple, tall spikes of her royal heritage. This was why in human form she'd chosen to create a spiked circlet of gold to wear.

She'd thought her mother beautiful. Would dreigomen--the male dragons--consider Gloriana lovely, too? When she flew in the ritual, would any male fly up to mate with her, or would she circle ignored and alone in the heavens?

And if no one chose her, would she still be able to fulfill her destiny?

Shivers swept through her. Don't think about that. Think happy thoughts. She forced her fears out, replacing them with memories of her day with Rodick at the faire and in the hut. Warmth spread through her, and she gave a satisfying cry as she spread her wings and flew toward the white castle of King Dreicomar in the Nordrung mountains. Tomorrow would be another day with her own special knight.

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Saturday, May 17, 2014

MY SEXY SATURDAY 7 #42 BLOG TOUR - DRAGONS AND KNIGHTS

I apologize for this tardiness. I posted this last night, but Blogger failed to publish it. For these blog tours, authors offer 7 words, sentences or paragraphs for your reading enjoyment.

My seven sentences are from the soon-to-be-released fantasy in the photo below. The original was published by Amber Heat as Tears Of The Dragon and was erotic. Now I've reduced the erotic to sensual, given it a new title and a new cover to self-publish it. Watch for it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance eBooks, iBooks, Kobo and Smashwords about the end of the first week in June. 


THE knight she now knew as Sir Rodick had come to her aid. The thugs had had no idea who he was.

Still, there'd been moments in the fight when she'd feared for his life. The rogue was cunning and didn't fight with honor. Gradually it became evident Rodick was stronger and better trained. The tightness in her shoulders had relaxed.

The thug's death sickened her and the sharp scent of his blood lingered with her still, but it was a just death. Had he taken her, she might have been kept chained up forever and suffered a myriad of indignities. Worst of all, she'd not have been free to fulfill her calling, and the world would have been plunged into darkness and despair.

The picture of Rodick, his long, dark hair streaming behind him in the gleaming sunlight, standing in the stirrups as he drew his bow and shot from the running horse, would never leave her. Nor would the sound of his horse's hooves pounding across the grassy field as his battle cry shattered the morning stillness.

Here was a man straight and strong, who honored women and was willing to fight for her when they hadn't even met. Chivalry, she thought. They called it chivalry, didn't they?
An emotion she couldn't put a name to rippled through her chest.

He'd reeked unpleasantly of sweat from the exertion of the fight, but when he kissed her hand, tiny olfins opened their wings and flitted in her chest. And when his lips touched her palm, his mouth warm and caressing against her skin, she might as well have had a hive of bees humming where she sat her saddle. The sensations created wonderful urges foreign to her.

She'd wanted his mouth against hers. Wanted to experience something different from what her kind knew. And most of all, she wanted to know if these sensations she was feeling were what mating would be like. Perhaps she could convince him to teach her. . .

Dee Ann
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