Thursday, January 29, 2015

MY SEXY SATURDAY #81 - DEE ANN PALMER



  
For My Sexy Saturday, here are my sentences. 




This was not real. She was not real. But they played.

Rowan studied her face as Christiana considered his chess moves and what her response should be. He learned she always licked her lower lip just before she made a move that bested him. Time and again he watched the pink tongue moisten that lip, watched her slender but strong fingers move the board piece, saw the sparkle in her eyes when she looked up to see his reaction to her move.

Once he sat back and laughed.
“What?”
He just shook his head and made his next move.

FRIDAY MARCH 6TH, you have a chance to win a copy of Christiana's Choice in the celebration below. Register first, then scroll down to my name and the book for your choice out of the four possible answers to my question. You'll find the answers in the blurb on my website
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If you like erotic gay stories, My Sexy Saturday author Carolina Valdez donates a copy of Amen To Love on THURSDAY MARCH 26th. Answers to her question can be found in the blurb on her website http://www.carolinavaldez.com

   Dee Ann Palmer
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Friday, January 16, 2015

MY SEXY SATURDAY BLOG HOP

For more reads, hop to http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com

HAPPY NEW YEAR! And away we go...with 32 authors offering free quick reads of 7 seven words, sentences or paragraphs that are sweet, to sensual or erotic.

Mine are from A Night to Remember, the contemporary romance I began for the Exquisite Quills' anthology of winter tales. (It's free at Smashwords and Barnes and Noble.) Didn't think I could write a short story in 2,000 words, but I did. Now I need to continue it into an extended novella.

Dee Ann's 7 sentences...

He swung toward her, knelt and sat back, his well shaped bottom on his heels, his muscular thighs outlined by snug ski pants. Marlee avoided looking at the male fulness between his hips.

Jim's hands were warm on her woolen socks. "Cold feet," he said.

"Warm heart," she countered.

"I'll bet." His smile crinkled his face and his cognac colored eyes danced.

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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.
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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