Thursday, August 28, 2014

Name A Hero: “D” #Thursday13 #Hero #Romance #Paranormal #ThursdayThirteen




Hey All!

I’m back with another Thursday Thirteen Name a Hero post! This week I’m moving on to Letter “D!”

Hmmm…I haven’t used the letter “D” for any of my heroes! I guess I’m not really a fan of names that begin with the letter “D”—although I do like Dylan!

I listed David and Daniel first cause they’re pretty popular, then Dylan cause I actually like it! After that, I had to go on a search for the rest! I have to say, I’m not too impressed with what I found! Below is a sampling, and while I like Dakota, Dallas, Drake and Devan, I don’t think I’ll be using them anytime soon!

So, what do you think? Did I miss the best “D” names out there? What’s your fave? Leave me a comment and let me know!

Here’s our Hero to get you thinking! ;)



1. Dave/David
2. Dan/Daniel
3. Dylan
4. Drake
5. Dalton
6. Dallas
7. Dale
8. Dakota
9. Damon
10. Dominick
11. Don/Donald
12. Devan
13. Dexter

Happy Reading! :)


~Jane

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Fantastic Forty: Richard Brawer #Giveaway #MFRWauthor #RomanticSuspense #Romance




~Richard Brawer~



Author name: Richard Brawer
Website: www.silklegacy.com

Favorites:
Fave food? Ice Cream
Fave drink (non-alcoholic)? Peach/banana smoothie.
Fave candy bar? Three Musketeers
Fave flower? Rose
Fave gemstone? Diamond
Fave day of the week? I’m retired. Every day is a great day.
Fave time of day to write? Early morning.
Fave season? Fall
Fave holiday? Thanksgiving
Fave color? Blue
Fave animal? Dog
Fave hobby? Exploring local history.
Fave sport? Football
Fave song? All country music.
Fave TV show? Bluebloods
Fave movie? Romancing the Stone
Fave book? This book introduced me to historical fiction: “Sow Not in Anger.”
Fave author? Too many to give a favorite: KenFollett, James Lee Burke, Dennis Lehane.
Fave word? Love
Fave quote? Do it now.

Lightning Round:
Coffee or tea? Neither
Cake or pie? Chocolate cake, cherry pie.
Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla
Salty or sweet? Sweet
Veggies or fruit? Fruit
Owl or lark? Lark
Plot or not? Not
Desktop or laptop? Desktop
Pencil or pen? Pen
Rain or sun? Sun, I live by the shore.
Land or sea? Sea. Again I live by the shore.
Plane or train? Plane
Run or walk? Walk
Casual or dressy? Casual
Indoors or outdoors? Outdoors
Reading: EBook or paperback? Paperback
Reading: Novellas or novels? Novels
Theater or rental?  Rental
Vampire or shifter? Neither
Jedi or Sith? Jedi

Tell us about your new/latest release:
Book Jacket for LOVE’S SWEET SORROW:

It is said opposites attract. There can’t be two people more opposite than Ariel and Jason. Ariel is a traditional Quaker with an absolute aversion to war. Jason is the lead council for America's largest weapons manufacturer.

Their budding romance is thrown into turmoil when Jason uncovers evidence linking his employer to international arms deals that could devastate America. His determination to stop the treason puts Ariel in the middle of dangerous territory.

As the chases to retrieve the evidence intensify Ariel is forced to kill to save Jason’s life. She withdraws into a battle raging inside her, unable to reconcile whom she has been to whom she has become. Delving deeply into hers and Jason’s long-held opposing convictions she questions whether they are truly meant to be together.

Readers have said about Love’s Sweet Sorrow:
“Extremely well-crafted, with consistently excellent writing, impeccable plotting, and nicely developed chatacters.” ~Shoshana Hathaway

I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough to see if they were able to resolve their differences or if they would split up. An enjoyable read from beginning to end.” ~GBP and avid reader



Title: Love’s Sweet Sorrow
Genre: Romantic suspense

Blurb:
Love and Faith are tested when Jason and Ariel are caught in a battle to expose smugglers selling weapons to terrorists.

Excerpt:
Setup: Jason and Ariel had been dating for a month. Ariel is Quaker and raised in a conservative environment. She is a virgin and has resisted Jason’s every effort to go to bed with him.  Today is her birthday. Jason planned a big evening of dinner and a Broadway show. And of course he bought her a present but is now apprehensive at getting her something that so provocatively expressed what he wanted.

“Thank you.” She reached for the end of the pink ribbon.

He took her hand. “Open it when we get back.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s to cap off the evening, not start it.” He had agonized for hours over what to get her. He hoped this gift would help her make the ultimate transition.

(The evening has ended)

“Can I open my present now?”

He sat forward, crossing his fingers behind his back. “Go ahead.”

She pulled the ribbon. The bow dissolved. She lifted the top. The tissue paper rustled as she unfolded it. Cautiously she touched the lace trim on the shiny, jet-black garment and quickly withdrew her hand as if her fingers had been burned by a red-hot branding iron.

She smiled meekly. “Thank you. It’s very pretty.”

***

A few minutes later she escorted him to the elevator. Her reaction to his gift had been devastating. He couldn’t help but feel he had destroyed their relationship. You stupid ass! What an idiot you are giving her a gift that so obviously expressed what you wanted.

He gazed into her eyes. But why don’t you want it too? If you love me?

***

Ariel took her present into her bedroom and placed the box on the heirloom bedspread. Ever so carefully she removed the black silk camisole, laid it on the bed, and smoothed it out. She placed the tap pants below it. Slowly she undressed, dropping her blouse and skirt on the carpet. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, then stepped out of her panties.

Slipping on the tap pants, she trembled as the sensuous silk stroked her long legs. Holding the camisole by the thin straps, she extended her arms over her head and released it. It floated over her torso sending a shiver through her.

Turning toward the mirror, she stood tall, her arms dangling next to her thighs. Will wearing this blind me to the hungry, the homeless? Will it prevent me from working toward a more peaceful world? I don’t think I will change my convictions because I put this on or wear makeup or like movies, art, TV, dancing, and…

Her fingers fluttered against her thighs. She closed her eyes and envisioned Jason caressing the fabric against her hips, her waist, stomach, breasts.

“Jason, I want to, but…Lord, what should I do?”

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Author Bio:
Richard Brawer writes mystery, suspense and historical fiction novels. When not writing, he spends his time sailing and exploring local history.  He has two married daughters and lives in New Jersey with his wife. Read more about Richard and his books at his website: www.silklegacy.com

***Book GIVEAWAY from Richard***

If you have a Kindle or a Nook, I will send “Love’s Sweet Sorrow” to the first 10 readers who respond to this blog in either Mobi format for Kindle or epub format for Nook to anyone who would like to review this book.

The only thing I ask is you read it as soon as you get it and post a review on Amazon, B&N, and if you belong, to Goodreads. I do not expect anyone to compromise their ethics because I gifted you the book. Please write what you think.

You can contact me at rich1braw(at)aol(dot)com. Please put―Lss  giveaway Jane blog― in the subject line so I do not delete your message as spam. Please include the e-mail address you want to use to receive the attachment and which format you need.

***

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Fantastic Forty: Kristin Wallace #Romance @KWallaceAuthor #MFRWauthor #Inspirational




~Kristin Wallace~

Author name: Kristin Wallace



Favorites:
Fave food? Steak
Fave drink (non-alcoholic)? Coke
Fave candy bar? Godiva Dark Chocolate/w Raspberry
Fave flower? Sunflowers
Fave gemstone? Sapphires
Fave day of the week? Saturday
Fave time of day to write? Afternoon
Fave season? Summer
Fave holiday? Christmas
Fave color? Blue
Fave animal? Elephants
Fave hobby? Reading
Fave sport? College Football
Fave song? Can’t narrow it down.
Fave TV show? Once Upon A Time
Fave movie? Avengers
Fave book? ‘Ain’t She Sweet’ by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Fave author? Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Kristan Higgins, Julia Quinn
Fave word? --
Fave quote? --

Lightning Round:
Coffee or tea? Tea
Cake or pie? Cake
Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
Salty or sweet? Sweet
Veggies or fruit? Fruit
Owl or lark? Owl
Plot or not? Plot
Desktop or laptop? Laptop
Pencil or pen? Pen
Rain or sun? Sun
Land or sea? Land
Plane or train? Plane
Run or walk? Walk
Casual or dressy? Casual
Indoors or outdoors? Indoors
Reading: EBook or paperback? Paperback
Reading: Novellas or novels? Novels
Theater or rental? Movie Theater
Vampire or shifter? Not a fan of either.
Jedi or Sith? Jedi

Tell us about your new/latest release:



Title: Imagine That: Covington Falls Chronicles (Book 3)
Genre: Inspirational Romance

Blurb:
Children’s author Emily Sinclair was supposed to be the next J.K. Rowling… Until her second book flopped and her imagination went on the fritz. So Emily sets out on an epic adventure to find inspiration again. Till a dead car lands her in Covington Falls, Georgia. Soon Emily is taking up her quest, looking for inspiration driving a mobile library van, as a companion to a crotchety old woman and her insomniac dog, and as a very ungraceful baker’s assistant. Of course, what really sparks her romantic fantasies is a valiant hero, though he yields a paint roller instead of a sword.

Rugged, blue-collar Nate Cooper has spent most of his life avoiding the printed page. These days he doesn’t have much use for fancy words and certainly not for a slightly off-center writer on the lam. Not when his mother is battling cancer, his little brother has morphed into a teenaged ogre, and God seems to have taken a vacation.

On paper, these two would seem the least likely pairing, and a happily ever after nothing but fantasy. But with faith and imagination Emily and Nate are about to write a new chapter that will lead to unexpected love.


Excerpt:
Chapter One

A stomach-churning thunk. A disaster-laden chug. A scary, threatening gurgle.

Emily Sinclair’s hands clutched the steering wheel as she guided her how-could-you-give-out-on-me-now convertible to the side of the road. With a last ominous blunk and splutter, the car gave up the ghost.

She switched off the engine, waited a few seconds, and then turned the key again. Nothing.

Not surprising. As if anything glug-glugging like an octogenarian trying to cough up a lung was going to restart with so little effort.

A cranky yowl went up from the passenger seat. Emily glanced over at the pet carrier and sent the fat Persian inside a confident smile. “Don’t worry, Wordsworth. This is why modern man invented cell phones.”

She fished her phone out of her purse. A blank screen stared back at her. Pressing more buttons did nothing.

Dead.

Dead as her car.

With a sound of disgust, Emily tossed the useless phone aside and stared out the windshield at the deserted country road in front of her. The very deserted country road that stretched around a sparkling blue lake and disappeared into the back of beyond. The kind of road featured in all the best horror stories. Emily’s mind conjured up every one, along with the opening line in the newspaper article.

Once-famous children’s author found mangled to death. Quest to locate her lost imagination and revive faded career ends in disaster… as her mother predicted.

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About Kristin:
Growing up Kristin devoured books like bags of Dove Dark Chocolate. Her first Golden Book led to Laura Ingalls Wilder, Nancy Drew, C.S. Lewis and the Sweet Valley High series. Later, she discovered romance novels and fell in love all over again. It’s no surprise then that Kristin would one day try her hand at writing them. She writes inspirational romance and women’s fiction filled with love, laughter and a leap of faith. When she’s not writing her next novel, Kristin works as an advertising copywriter. Kristin is the author of the Covington Falls Chronicles, romances set in a quirky Southern town with a character all its own. Be sure to check out the first two books in the series, Marry Me and Acting Up.



Friday, August 15, 2014

Help Your Fave Authors and More! #Giveaway #Excerpt #Romance



 YOU! Need to check out these blogs!

Hi Everyone!

Yesterday I visited the Script Chics and shared five things you can do to help your fave authors! There’s a giveaway for a Jane Wakely Swag Pack going on through tomorrow, so be sure and check it out!

Today I’m visiting Lori J. Gordon! She’s got my new release, A VAMPIRE’S LIGHT in the spotlight, and I’m sharing an excerpt too!

Don’t miss out on the fun!

Happy Reading! :)


~Jane


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Book Spotlight: Dreamtime Sensuality #Contemporary #Romance @DevineDestinies




Title: Dreamtime Sensuality
Author: David Russell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Extasy Books/Devine Destinies


Blurb: 
Many a dream can be realised with a little forethought. The characters in this quartet of stories are intelligent, sensitive and literary. They are also supremely voyeuristic and open-minded. Their intelligence is counterbalanced by inhibitions, which they can only lose by premeditated seduction scenarios, which relate intimately to their professional, creative and cultural lives. The great effort each couple puts into arranging a scenario seems to enhance the quality of the experience. A great source of inspiration for this and other works has been the novel The Girl Beneath the Lion by André Pieyre de Mandiargues.

Seductive Semaphore: Fashion Designer Bethesda and journalist Hector live opposite each other, with windows facing. They make initial contact through visible, provocative gestures. Soon afterwards, they get direct contact when Hector assists Bethesda with her folio. She invites him round to model for some of her fashion creations, and proceeds to seduce him. The seduction continues with a ritual visit to a sports centre, and then to a beach. They leave it open as to whether their relationship could ever become long-term.

The Heroine and the Author: Dreamer Hecate discovers she has a terminal illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has left by being celebrated in literature as a charismatic, legendary figure. She meets Ferdinand, a ghost writer, who is happy to undertake this massive project with her. In the process, She gets an idea of his physique through jogging and the fitness centre. Then there is a seduction scene inspired by the literary models of Sappho and Donne. Being ‘open-minded’, they make a pact for each one to go and have a sexual adventure – his hetero, hers lesbian. Their relationship is enhanced by this extra dimension.

Dreamtime Sensuality: Romana, highly literary and highly inhibited, goes to an exotic island location. She deeply desires a passionate encounter. At the Pension where she stays, she meets Stefano, who fulfils her requirements exactly. The proprietress of the Pension picks up on Romona’s shyness, and gives her reassurance, including some practice in the art of kissing. Romona orchestrates an elaborate beach seduction scenario, and they are both fulfilled. They never meet again, but their exchange of emails and text messages goes on indefinitely. 

Dancing with Danger: Verona is a Scriptwriter and Gareth an archaeologist. They both have ‘retreats’ near the coast, and discover their common interests. Verona contrives a half-seduction on a deserted beach, wearing 18th century retro gear – related to their common interests. After some further encounters, they give each other a ‘dare’ to go and have a really risky encounter with someone really dodgy. Gareth finds a young woman on the run. Verona has a rapturous encounter with someone who gets hauled in by the police, suspected of terrorism. She uses her charm on the interrogating police officer to extricate herself. So Verona and Gareth both meet up again, to tell their respective tales.   

Excerpt (from The Heroine and the Author – Story 2):
Hecate read some verses of Sappho, which she felt totally appropriate to his slender grace, so nearly androgynous. She quoted a phrase demanding his fixed, concentrated stare into her eyes. The eye contact was clinched Hecate’s introduction was a quote from her.

Ferdinand responded to the prompt; he knew what he had to do—gradually, at intervals, he removed his garments one by one as she breathily read the hypnotic, seductive phrases.

His garments came off with ease and grace, he obviously had some long-repressed desire to do this. At last, he stood before her, beautiful, naked, and slender. Somehow, his spirit prevailed over his earlier reticence, he shed his shyness with his clothing. Since she saw him in trunks, Hecate anticipated this moment with such relish. If the pool had been empty when they were there, she would have taken them off there, or in the shower. Perhaps something could happen, or even be premeditated in the future, on a deserted beach, secluded amid the dunes.

She handed him a volume of the collected poems of John Donne. “Now, I think you know which one I want you to read me. Hmm…while we’ve been working together, I bet you’ve had some reveries of me undressing, you undressing me.”

“I have to admit that is so and I know which poem you mean, it’s Elegy Nineteen—To His Mistress Going to Bed.

“We really are on the same wavelength darling. I had learned of that poem as a young girl, with a desperate desire one day to enact it. Every word of it struck home as I disrobed alone, for years I yearned for that lovely partner to give me those instructions live.”

Ferdinand beamed, then quoted from near the end of the poem referring to the poet’s nakedness at the beginning of the action. Then he proceeded to read, with his lovely, hypnotic voice.

He really made Hecate’s girdle feel like Saturn’s rings As she undid her sash and cast it down, she felt her abdomen was bathed in heavenly light, visible only to spiritual eyes.

The request to remove her ‘breastplate’ gave her an etheric shudder. Taking off the brooch at the top of her dress felt like casting away a shield, affirming that strife and combat had been replaced by love.

In response to the exhortation to unlace, she felt deliciously nervous as her fingers twitched on her zips and buttons.

As the gown went off following the next command, Hecate felt she had emerged from a perennial cocoon, that she was the sun liberated from the constricting veils of night.

As for a ‘coronet’, Hecate was only wearing a slide, but removing it certainly helped her locks flow freely.

It was great to feel liberated from footwear; earlier on her high heels had felt so sexy. But now her stockinged feet tingled with electric desire.

With her underwear, admittedly she found nylon, calico and silk sexier than linen, but the word, so sensually uttered, really relevant.

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Author Bio:
b. 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell.’

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