Book Showcase: Timeless by @BrynleyBush #EroticRomance #FlavoursofSage

Timeless by Brynley Bush

Marcus Dunn came into my life ten years ago and possessed me body and soul, introducing me to a world of dark and forbidden pleasures before disappearing without a word. 
I’ve never forgiven him. 
Or forgotten him. 

Walking away from Ariana McKnight was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. 
But running into her after all these years, handcuffed to a spanking bench, has me forgetting everything I promised myself ten years ago. 
I still can’t have her. 
But I can’t stay away. 

One tough FBI agent who longs to give her power away—just not to him. 
One former Navy SEAL who wants to take it, but can offer her nothing in return. 
One snowbound weekend in the middle of nowhere with no choice but to resolve their unfinished business. 

***STANDALONE NOVELLA *** (Black Brothers series) 

ASIN: B019FKGD2O

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EXCERPT

"Are you sure about this?" my friend Tori asks, shooting me a doubtful glance as we pull into the drop-off lane at the Austin airport.  She frowns. "I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

"You're one to talk," I tease as I open the door. "I swear I saw rope marks on your wrists this morning."

She has the good grace to blush at that.

I open the passenger door as Tori slams the car into park and gets out to follow me around to the back. Damn, but that woman can be persistent. It's one of the many reasons she’s one of the top FBI agents in the field office where we both work, and why I love being assigned to work cases with her.  That and the fact that she’s one of my closest friends, along with Kate, the other female agent in our office who’s the third member of our bad-ass girl gang.

"If you want to see if you like being tied up, fine," she continues as I lift my carry-on bag out of the trunk. "I’m not judging, I promise. I just don't think your first experience with BDSM should be at a weekend retreat out in the middle of nowhere where you don't know anyone.  Find a guy you like, get to know him, and then explore your fantasies with him."

"You're the one who told me about the retreat," I remind her.

She rolls her eyes. "I thought you were asking for a case."

I love Tori, but she has no idea what it's like to be me.  She's married to one of the sexiest and most self-confident men I’ve ever met, who in addition to being rumored to have singularly erotic tastes, also happens to be charming, wickedly funny, an incredibly talented singer, and completely and unequivocally in love with his wife. 

I set my bag down and look her in the eye. "That would be ideal,” I agree, “but men like Drake are rare. You're lucky that you found someone who's not intimidated by your job.  Men are only into me until they find out who I am or what I do. After that they either run for the hills or become groveling idiots.  After eight to ten hours a day of being a bad ass, I just want someone else to take charge.  Is that so wrong?”

Tori sighs.  “Of course not.  I just don’t know if this is the best way to go about finding what you want.”

"I can’t think of a better way,” I say resolutely.  “This is actually perfect.  I can explore what it’s like, and what I like, without any strings attached, and I won’t run into anyone I know since it’s in Denver.   And you said yourself that your brother-in-law’s friend who organized the retreat is both classy and experienced with this…kind of thing.”

Tori nods slowly.  “That’s true.  He’s owned an exclusive club in Houston for years and I know he’ll make sure things stay safe and consensual.”

“Don't worry. I’ll be fine," I assure her. "I catch bad guys for a living, same as you. You should know better than anyone that I can protect myself."

"I'm more worried about your heart,” she mutters darkly as I give her one last hug before walking into the airport.

My heart is the last thing I’m worried about.  I’ve given up on finding anyone worthy of it, and I certainly have no intention of giving it to anyone.  My body, on the other hand, is another story.  It craves a man who can own it, who can take my senses, my power, and my choice and give me freedom in return.   I want a man strong enough to possess me, a man I can surrender to, who can take what he wants and in the process, pry the world from my tight grip and set me free to just feel and experience.

I sigh.  If I didn’t know a man like that existed, maybe I’d be content to settle for less.  But I found it once, and that one man who made love to me a lifetime ago has ruined me for everyone since.  I don’t even know why I’m thinking about Marcus Dunn now.  It’s been ten years since he pinned my hands over my head and drove into me with a force that sent me spiraling into pleasure I’d never experienced before or since.  I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the unwanted memory of him—the sculpted hard planes of his tanned face, his powerful body that he worked so hard to keep in prime condition, the way his smile reached his expressive brown eyes, and his naturally commanding presence that demanded respect and deference from everyone he came in contact with.

I shake my head, mentally shoving the memories back into the box distinctly marked Do Not Open.  I distract myself by talking to the sweet five-year-old seated next to me, and when my plane lands in Denver, I’ve successfully banished all thoughts of the man I shared the best summer of my life with.  I’m ready to have some fun, and if things work out the way I hope, some mind-blowing sex!

Guest Interview with Author @patyjag #FlavoursofSage #Romance

The business ones

Please give us a short introduction about yourself;

I’m Paty Jager. I live and write in rural eastern Oregon. My tag line is: ​Steamy Romance and Cozy Mysteries starring cowboys and Indians.  My husband and I semi-retired to eastern Oregon from central Oregon two years ago and are enjoying the life. I not only write the western lifestyle, I live it.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?

I have written historical western romance, historical paranormal romance (Native American), contemporary romance, action adventure/romantic suspense, and mystery. Currently I am only writing historical western romance and mystery.

When I first started writing, if an idea came to me and I was excited about it, I’d write it. All that genre hopping wasn’t a good thing for a writer starting out. I’ve decide to concentrate on historical western romance because I have the most books in that genre and mystery because it has always been my favorite genre to read and write.

Tell us about your latest release

My latest release, Davis, is the first book of my new historical western romance series, Letters of Fate. These books are linked in the series by the fact the hero receives a letter that changes his life and takes him to the woman meant for him. In Davis, Davis Weston is a merchant in Minnesota. He’s lost his wife and son in a boating accident a year earlier and is tired of his friends, colleagues, and customers whispering he should have done more. He receives a letter from his sister asking him to marry her friend who has been widowed for two years. She needs help saving the ranch and his sister believes they would make a good marriage of convenience. 

Do you need a special setting to write in or do you have a ceremony to get you in the mood? What does it look like?

Having raised four children, I learned to write through whatever is going on if I wanted to write. Early in our marriage my hubby realized if I’m not writing I’m not happy. Whenever I’d go for a period awhile without writing, he’d say, “You’re getting grumpy. Go write.” I do like to listen to Native American music when I write NA books and while I wrote the action adventure books, one set in Guatemala and one in Mexico City I listened to Mayan and Aztec music.  

Describe your feelings when you learnt that your first book was accepted for publication.

I joined RWA (Romance Writers of America) in 1998 and my first book wasn’t published until 2006. It was with a small press, but I was ecstatic that all those years of honing my craft and working one story had paid off.

Where do you find inspiration?

Inspiration for stories comes from researching the history of the west, something I hear or see. Just about anything can inspire a story for me. It’s cooking the idea down and seeing if it will be strong enough to carry a full novel before I decide if it will be written or not.

Who is your favourite character and why?

I don’t play favourite’s with my characters. ;) I have some I am more proud of. Shandra Higheagle from my mysteries. I like how she is half Nez Perce Indian, discovering her heritage, and yet is very independent and knows what she wants out of life. Also, Isabella Mumphrey, a brilliant anthropologist who is a mixture of MacGyver and Indiana Jones.

Your favourite drink and food when writing

I like to honey lemon ginseng green tea while I’m writing and nibble on Dove dark chocolate.

The nosy ones

How much of the real “you” is in your stories?

I think the independence in my heroines and the need to find justice.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Who was it?

As a teenager I had pictures of Davey Jones (Hey, Hey We’re the Monkeys), Shaun Cassidy (David Partridge of the Partridge Family), and Kurt Russell (whatever character he played) hanging on my bedroom walls. Still like Kurt. ;)

Who is your least favourite of the characters you’ve written? Why?

Wow! Are there writers who don’t like their characters? I like all my characters whether they are main characters or secondary ones. They are in the stories for specific reasons. Some may not be nice people but they are plot devices and necessary for the story.

The steamiest scene from your books

I don’t know if I can pick the steamiest one. Most of my romance books with the exception of four have steamy scenes. This is from Davis, my current release.

“Come in and shut the door,” she said, not a hint of embarrassment as she stood before him in nothing more than her drawers, corset and chemise. The dress she’d worn draped over the end of the bed.

He shut the door, tossed his hat onto the trunk at the end of the bed, and walked over to Mariella. Running his hands through her curls, he peered into her eyes. “You are beautiful,” he said, feeling her silky tresses slide through his fingers. “I didn’t realize your hair was so long. You always have it braided.” He liked how it fell over her shoulder and curled down around her ample breasts.

The corset she wore wasn’t long like the one Sarah wore. This one stopped at Mariella’s waist. The garments sole purpose was to cradle her bosoms. Hold them up. In her underclothes, that made a fetching sight.

He swallowed and drew his gaze back to her face. “Would you like me to help you out of that corset?” The contraption had hooks on the front and she could easily get herself in and out of it, but his hands itched to help.

She nodded, her gaze locked on his hands as he reached out, slipping his fingers down between the sturdy garment and the soft cotton of her chemise. His fingers pressed into her soft mounds and his heart raced. Slowly, one by one, he unhooked the corset, setting her bosoms free of their constraints.

He tossed the corset to the trunk and looked his fill of Mariella with her hair down, in her underclothes. She was a sight, with the thin white chemise with a touch of lace around the top held out by her nipples peaking under the cloth.

His body jerked to life at the sight.

“Do you want me to put my night gown on?” Mariella’s husky voice whispered.

Davis shook his head. “Get in bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”

She studied him a moment, then walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. Instead of crawling under the blankets, she lay down on the top on her side, her head propped on one arm and her legs bent slightly, her hips curving into the air. “Do you mind if I watch?” she asked.

“No.” His hands fumbled with the buttons on his vest. Sarah had always insisted they undress in the dark. Having Mariella boldly watch his disrobing had his body buzzing with heat and need.

He tossed his vest, shirt, and undershirt on top of her corset. Sitting on the trunk next to the pile of clothes, he pulled off his boots and then stood, to unbutton his pants. He slid the trousers down and off his feet and stood with his back to the bed in his underdrawers.

“You can take those off too,” Mariella whispered from the bed.

His shaft was already tenting his undergarment. She would see his desire whether he had the garment on or not. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid the cotton drawers down and kicked them off his feet.

He walked over to the side of the bed where Mariella lay. Her gaze followed his bouncing appendage. When he stopped at the side of the bed, she reached out, touching him.

“My! I wasn’t expecting this,” she said.

Her touch after such a long time without a woman, made his body jump and his mind go blank for a second.

He grasped her arms, drawing her to sit on the side of the bed. Sliding his hands under her chemise, he ran his hands up her sides. She raised her arms, and he slipped the garment over her head. He tossed it to the side and cupped her bosoms in his hands. They overflowed his palms and the weight made him wonder how she could walk with such a straight back.

“Hugh said those were my best quality,” she whispered.

Davis shook his head. “They are magnificent, but your best qualities are your heart and your mind.”

Her eyes lit up. He could tell she was pleased with his answer.

“You going to just hold them all night or are you going to show me your talents?”

He smiled and leaned down, flicking first one nipple and then the other with his tongue. She placed her arms behind her on the bed, thrusting her offering higher for him to reach.

He reciprocated in kind by sucking, teasing, and nipping her nipples until she had the bed creaking and cracking from her gyrations.

“Please, fill me,” she pleaded.

He grabbed the waistband of her underdrawers, peeling them down her legs and off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he didn’t wait for another invitation.

Davis plunged into her hot, wetness and barely had time to savor the exquisite tightness and fit before his seed released in an explosion. He couldn’t believe all it took was one thrust.

“Don’t stop,” Mariella growled and grabbed his backside, thrusting him in and out.

He fell into the rhythm she set and found his shaft growing once again.

The fast ones

Favourite colour? Purple

Favourite pet? Junebug, the horse I had when I was a teenager.

Dog or cat? Dog

Coffee or tea? tea

Quickie or candles? candles

Hunky or chunky? Hunky – though my hunky has become chunky. ;)

Suit & tie or jeans & boots? Jeans & boots

Walk in the park or chat over cocktails? Walk in the park

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Award-winning author Paty Jager and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. On her road to publication she wrote freelance articles for two local newspapers and enjoyed her job with the County Extension service as a 4-H Program Assistant. Raising hay and cattle, riding horses, and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

Author website / blog: http://www.patyjager.net  http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com

Davis: Letters of Fate

Widowed with two small children and a ranch to run, Mariella Swanson knows she needs help, but isn’t sure her heart, or neighbors, will accept her marrying a stranger. When the greenhorn shows up, smoking a pipe and wearing a derby hat, she can’t help but wonder if agreeing to this marriage may prove to be her biggest mistake.

When Davis Weston receives a letter from his sister asking him to marry a friend, he scoffs at the idea. However, losing his wife and son has left him a lonely man, and the whispers from others that he didn’t do enough to save his family has gone on long enough. His arrival in Oregon may be worse—these neighbors are doing more than whispering. Guns and horses aren’t his forte. He’s willing to learn, but is he willing to love again?

Historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.

Buy link: http://www.patyjager.net/letters-of-fate.html

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Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/pages/Paty-Jager/132536633482029

Paty’s Posse: http://eepurl.com/1CFgX

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1005334.Paty_Jager 

Twitter  https://twitter.com/patyjag

 

Book Showcase: His Third Wife by @AdamMannAuthor #FlavoursofSage

Over 150 years ago, in fact in 1862, Mary Elizabeth Braddon published a book called Lady Audley’s Secret which went on the become a best seller at that time, and over the years the book has been serialized and films have been made based on this book.  The literary fashion in those days was accidental bigamy, and in the book the heroine deserts her child, pushes husband number one down a well, thinks about poisoning husband number two, and then sets fire to a hotel in which all her male acquaintances are residing.

In Adam’s novella a man whose middle name is by coincidence Audley is happily married with three daughters, and in his work as a travelling salesman he stays in various small guest houses.  Over several years he is “seduced” by daughters in each house, and when each becomes pregnant he “marries” each of them.  The “scandal” does not become public until he loses his job, sues for unfair dismissal, and after being awarded substantial damages receives huge media publicity.

Excerpt:

These Guest Houses never served dinner, so he walked along the road to a pub which served meals, and found Alicia’s other guests already there.  They asked Roger to join them, and they all laughed and chatted together.

“Alicia was kind in giving us her room,” said one, “so it just worked out.”

“She told us that she’s going to stay with a friend tonight,” said another, “but will be back for our breakfast in the morning,”

Roger was not really listening to this but he remembered later.

He walked back the house he was staying in, and opened the door.  Alicia was in the kitchen and offered to make him a cup of tea.

Roger sat down to enjoy the tea before going to his room.

“Good night,” he said as he stood and climbed the stairs to his room.

He dressed in his pyjamas, switched off the light and got into bed.  It was soft and warm and cozy, and for some reason smelled of Alicia.

About one hour later Alicia opened the door to his room and crept in to his bed.  She climbed in next to the sleeping Roger.  She wasn’t wearing too much, just a very short diaphanous nightie, and nothing else.

In his sleep Roger sensed her presence and he moved to put his arm around her, so she wriggled her body under him.

He woke up suddenly.

“Alicia!” he was startled.

“Hold me tight, I’m cold,” she complained quietly.

Purchase Link: http://www.amazon.com/His-Third-Wife-Adam-Mann/dp/0986422398/

Book Showcase: Wolf's Blade (The Paladins 1) by @clare_dargin #PNR #FlavoursofSage

Wolf's Blade

Author Clare Dargin

Series The Paladins

Book # 1

Genre Contemporary, Paranormal, Shifters, Wolves

Heat Level 4

Words 32,000

Publication Date 12/28/2015

Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?

Excerpt: 

Callum Blake growled and grabbed his forearm. He opened his clenched fist as the nails on his hand morphed into long dark claws. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he fought the urge to shift. He pounded the tree and glanced up at the night sky and prayed in agony to the wolf goddess. He pleaded for help. He’d take anything she had to offer if it would provide even the smallest amount of relief.

Nothing. The pain continued. He shook his head and grimaced in an attempt to remove the fog that was starting to shroud his mind. He silently cried out to her again.

Why are you silent? You’re the reason I took this mission and now you’re allowing me to suffer?

His frustration mingled with his physical pain, adding to his misery. The beast fought its way to the surface. He opened his mouth and howled. A mixture of a roar and a yell, it relieved some of the tension within him, but it did not drive away the urge to shift. Leaning against the tree, he dug his claws into the bark, burrowing deep grooves as he exerted his strength against the muscle contraction. His pulse pounded in his ears as sweat poured down on his face. Unlike his wolf self who resided peacefully inside of him, his lycan did not have the same kind of placating nature. It yielded only to the strongest of commands exerted to it from his mind. It was supposed to live in harmony just as his inner wolf, but it refused.

For wolf shifters, their human and wolf self were like two individuals abiding in one nature. One innately human, sharing some of the same abilities and desires as regular people only with keener senses and more powerful instincts. The other, their wolf side was wild and untamed. It acted on a gut responses, using its innate sixth sense to interact with the world around it. The wolf freely gave into its passions, choosing strength and cunning over calculated reasoning.

The lycan, however, was a being whose nature lived far beyond that of the wolf. Not present in all wolf shifters, it was like a curse of their wolf self causing them to revert to a primitive version of their wolf self. Acting on impulse and rage, the lycan did not use reason or soft emotions like joy, love, and happiness, it understood violence.

Buy Links- 

Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019VS3IZK

Liquid Silver Books-  http://www.lsbooks.com/wolfs-blade-p1090.php

Author Bio

Clare Dargin is a multi-published romance author. She has written for several publishers in different genres, including erotic romance, military romance, contemporary, paranormal, and sci-fi. She lives in the mid-west, and when not surfing the web, she is hard at work writing her next romance novel. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, and Amazon.

Web Links- 

Clare's Blog 2 The Haven- http://claresblog2thehaven.blogspot.com

The Embraced: Scribal Love- http://theembraced.blogspot.com

Facebook-  www.facebook.com/clare.dargin

Twitter- www.twitter.com/clare_dargin

Google +  https://plus.google.com/u/0/113201930657713285351/posts/p/pub

Author Page:

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Author RJ Jones - Blog Tour for Indigo Road #GayRomance #FlavoursofSage

Title: Indigo Road
Author: R.J. Jones
Genre: New Adult, Gay Romance, Contemporary
Length: Novel
Cover artist: Meredith Russell

Synopsis

Two best friends take a year off to find themselves… and end up finding each other.
Joshua Simpson has just finished four years at Purdue University, but that’s not why he’s buzzing with excitement. Once they’ve said goodbye to their families, Josh and his best friend Alex are taking off to discover America in an old but reliable VW van, planning on not seeing snow for an entire year.
Josh has always considered himself straight—except for that one time in college—so when he and Alex are living in such close proximity on the road, he’s unsure what these new feelings mean. Is it because they’re spending 24/7 together, or is it something deeper? And does it really matter since Josh has only ever seen Alex with women?
While in Oregon, Josh meets Johnno, a sexy but confusing Aussie surfer. While having an impromptu surfing lesson, Johnno helps Josh realize who he is and what he wants—but Alex’s reaction leaves Josh confused.
From a Montana ranch to the bright lights and dangerous streets of Los Angeles to a dark and lonely deserted highway in Alabama, join Josh and Alex as they drive around the US, discovering not only who they are, but who they can be together.



Excerpt

We arrived at the clearing near the lake and there were numerous tables and chairs spread out around the large grill, as well as a few picnic blankets dotting the outskirts.

“You hungry yet?” Alex asked.

“No, you?”

“Nope. Let’s go over there. I want to hear more about the horses.” Alex led me toward one of the blankets, away from the crowd. We sat close together; not touching, each of us aware of the other’s personal space. But not too aware. Alex’s fingers brushed mine when he sat and I wrapped my pinky around his once again. His smile told me the touch was welcome.

We talked for a little while, Alex telling me about some of the jobs Sally May had him doing. He sounded like he’d been run ragged. Up early to start cleaning the cabins for the people who had checked out. Running errands for other guests, like those who had gone out and forgotten their hat, so Alex had to run back to their cabin and retrieve it for them. Then, at the end of the day, helping in the kitchen with the cleanup and preparation for the next day’s breakfast for the early risers. As we talked, we both happily ignored the fact we were still touching.

“So I heard you landed on your butt in front of a bunch of kids.” Alex chuckled.

“Yeah, laugh it up. I’d like to see you do better. Those ponies get pretty impatient when you’re not giving them what they want.” I chuckled and shook my head. “At least I’m not scrubbing toilets.”

“No, you’re just picking up horse shit instead.” Alex’s laugh grew louder.

“Next time you want to stop somewhere and work for a week, I’m dumping you on your ass. Seriously, I didn’t realize how much horses shit. I’m going to be smelling it for a month.”

“You’d better not stink, I have to sleep next to you when we get on the road again.” Alex squeezed my finger. I couldn’t wait for it to just be the two of us once more.

Just as I was about to tell him so, Sally May and Josie found us.

“There you are.” Hearing Sally May’s voice, we quickly jumped apart, our fingers no longer tangled together. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” She gave Alex a big smile. “Come on, the food will run out if you don’t hurry up.”

She held her hand out to help him off the ground. He looked to me, and I wasn’t sure what I saw in his eyes. Disappointment maybe? Was he as annoyed as I was that we’d been found and our spell broken? I couldn’t tell.

Before I could get a read on him, he reached up and let Sally May help him off the ground and lead him to the grill.

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About the author

R.J. Jones started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn’t until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write.
It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower…
R.J.’s initial thought was if she could write their scene then they’d shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of her day. Not so. That shower scene ended up being 3000 words long and three hours of work.  And still, they didn’t shut up.  They told her their entire story and she didn’t sleep for days. Sometimes she couldn’t keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by her bed.
Whilst she was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If she ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
R.J. is a wife and a mother to two boys. She is surrounded by males. Even her dog is a boy.
R.J. Jones can be found at:
Website: http://rjjonesauthor.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/robyn.j.jones.1711
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Book Showcase: Naked on Holiday by @AdamMannAuthor #EroticRomance #FlavoursofSage

Two men who have recently retired decide to go on a seaside holiday together, which would not normally be unusual except that Horace who used to own the local pub was sixty eight, and his friend Hector was a year older. 

Hector meets Helen who gets locked out of her room at their hotel, and Helen falls asleep in on the lower bunk bed in Hector’s room whilst he tries to open her bedroom door on the floor below.  Helen, who is a spritely young 62, takes off her clothes to go to sleep forgetting that her bags are still in her room, and Hector finds himself naked and marooned in the upper bunk bed!

Fortunately their humor takes over, and they find themselves spending the week together, and frequently naked.

During their holiday Horace meets Hannah a television presenter and they are both attracted to one another but their mutual appreciation is much more complicated, although Hector and Helen do manage to lend a hand.

Again local gossip and spite raises its ugly head, but between the four of them they manage to reach a successful outcome.

This is a love story for the over sixties!  On one hand a couple are happy and unconcerned with public opinion, whilst the other couple are fraught with family problems and legal complications, not to mention gossiping neighbors. 

Excerpt:

The grass was drying out and Hector decided to leave it until it rained again.  He had several flower beds for roses which was the garden in the front of the cottage, and several long thin beds for vegetables at the back.

He had a small shed at the back of his garden with an equally small greenhouse attached to one wall, and he hardened off his young plants in a series of three cold frames.  He had been late this year with sowing some vegetable seeds, so had cheated by buying some young seedlings from a neighbour.  They were now in his open cold frames, and were growing well, provided he supplied them with water.

Helen came to see what he was doing.  He was in his shed and one side of the shed was a large old oak tree.

He kissed her;

“You smell great!” he said, and she snuggled against him.

“A new perfume I got in London last week!  I’m glad you like it, darling!”

She looked around his shed; and took his hand in hers.

“Make love to me, please!” she murmured looking coyly at him.

Hector looked around his shed.  There wasn’t much room.

“You’ve got a collapsible camp bed, darling, go and get it,” she suggested and kissed him.

Her perfume, her softness and her demeanour was having its desired effect on his penis, and he put a hand in one pocket to adjust it.

She smiled at him again.

“I was just going to dig a trench for my sweet peas,” he pleaded lamely, but as she looked at him again he ducked out of his shed and went to the cottage.

He came back a few minutes later with the folded canvas bed with the metal legs sticking out, and a blanket which he had found strangely and conveniently placed on it!

The extended bed just fitted into the centre of the floor, and Helen immediately spread the blanket over the canvas base and sat on it looking at him.  He resigned himself willingly to the inevitable and sat down beside her.

“Don’t sit on the edges as it might fall over!” he warned.

Helen held him tight and pulled him towards her, lying on her back and smiling at him as she did so.

“Sorry, darling,” she warned him, “just seeing you working in the garden suddenly made me feel very passionate and sexy!”

“Can I take my shoes off?” he joked, as he felt her undoing his belt, and then his zip.

He kissed her to make her slow down, and then kissed her cleavage, and she sighed holding his head close to her breasts.

It was then he found that she had only worn a loose fitting dress, a soft bra and panties, which quickly came off and she lay looking up at him, naked.

Purchase Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/0692581588

The Author ~ 

Guest Interview: Author Kathryn Lively #EroticRomance @MsKathrynLively #FlavoursofSage

Author Interview

Please welcome Kathryn Lively to The Flavours of Sage today!

The Business Questions

Please give us a short introduction about yourself

Thanks for having me. My name is Kathryn Lively and I write mystery and romance mainly, but venture into speculative and paranormal once in a while. I have been writing and editing for over twenty years.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?

As I mentioned above, primarily mystery and romance. I started out in cozy mysteries because I enjoyed reading so many of them in my youth. I grew up in the genre – reading Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie, watching Murder She Wrote. I got into romance first as an editor, then in time I decided I want to write my own stories. I like when characters end happily, and romance is my go-to for that.

Tell us about your latest release

I am currently finishing up a serialized romance through the Sexy To Go box sets. My story, “Geek Overboard” takes place on a cruise ship where a non-geek type, Natalie, has been abandoned by her boyfriend. She meets an actor who is a guest at the sci-fi convention held on the cruise, and agrees to pose as his wife to help his career.

I wrote the first installment of the story in Sexy To Go, Volume 6, and the second to last part comes out in Sexy To Go, Volume 11. I will wrap up the romance in Volume 12, due out late December.

Do you need a special setting to write in or do you have a ceremony to get you in the mood? What does it look like?

I do have a few rituals. Usually when I begin a story I crank up “Back in the Saddle” by Aerosmith, then get to work. I write at night after the day job is done and the husband is snoring in his chair. I typically get in a thousand words a day, unless I fall into the zone and go longer.

Describe your feelings when you learnt that your first book was accepted for publication

Oh, that was so long ago! I had written an inspirational saga more than fifteen years ago and had a hard time shopping it. When I finally received an acceptance I was thrilled. I had submitted to a small press, which later turned out to be a mistake. While I was happy at the time of acceptance, I consider that whole period a learning experience.

Has the release of your first book changed anything in your personal life? If so, what?

If anything has changed, it’s my belief that I am capable of seeing a book to completion. Confidence ebbs and flows, but I always look back on the first book I wrote and remind myself that I did it once before and can do so again. Make the time, set the goal.

Where do you find inspiration?

The better question would be where don’t I find it? J Seriously, I get idea everywhere – the news, songs, scenes I see while out shopping. I’m never at a loss for ideas.

Who is your favourite character and why?

This is a tough one. It’s like picking a favorite child. However, when I developed my two mysteries in the Rock and Roll series I enjoyed working on Lerxst Johnston, my sleuth. I’ve never had a son, and I suppose I wrote him as somebody I’d like to have in my family.

A favourite line from one of your books

The Nosy Questions

How much of the real “you” is in your stories?

Not much, I’m afraid. A book about me would bore you to tears. J I tend to write as an observer of the action.

What’s the silliest error in a book you’ve submitted?

Getting names mixed up. I HATE when I do that.

The steamiest scene from your books

It’s not been published yet, but I’m shopping a romance about two former child actors making a comeback. I’m progressively writing hotter with each new book.

Favourite comfort food?

Mac and cheese and lots of it.

The Fast Questions

Favourite colour? Purple

Favourite pet? Beagles!

Dog or cat? Dogs

Coffee or tea? Earl Gray. Hot.

Suit & tie or jeans & boots? Sharp dressed man

Walk in the park or chat over cocktails? I could use a walk.

Author bio: 

Kathryn Lively is an award-winning writer and editor, Slytherin, Whovian, and Rush (the band) fan. She loves chocolate and British crisps and is still searching for a good US dealer of Japanese Kit Kat bars.

Author website/blog: http://www.kathrynlively.com

Blurb:

Geek Overboard is a serialized romance appearing in the Sexy To Go multi-author box sets, starting with Volume 6, extending through Volume 12 (coming in December).

About the Book

Natalie can’t tell a Wookie from a Dalek, and when her boyfriend ditches her on a sci-fi convention cruise she gets a crash course in geekdom. Luckily there’s a handsome man at the ship’s pool to cure her boredom.

Colin Dawson, Daws to friends and fans, doesn’t mind playing third-tier celebrity at a fan event, but welcomes a boost to his public image, and career. Maybe if people believed he’s turned over a new leaf and married a pretty lady…

Natalie could get used to playing the role of celebrity wife, but when Colin’s fans and a popular entertainment blogger want details of her life with her new “husband” it gets sticky. Who knew a fake relationship was so much work?

Buy link: http://www.kathrynlively.com/geek-overboard/

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