December 18, 2015

Friday Flames Welcomes Jenna Jaxon!



A huge welcome to Best-selling author Jenna Jaxon!

I met Jenna through my online writing and critique group, Rom-Critters, and we’ve been friends ever since.


Among the genres Jenna writes is Historical Romance and here’s her latest release!


EXCERPT: 
Heart in her throat, Jenny stepped up to the imaginary line. A peep at Lord Somersby had been the wrong choice.
He stood relaxed, confident. Taking what looked to be a runner’s stance, he nodded to her.
“Are you ready, Miss Crowley?” Uncle Marbury asked, an eyebrow raised.
Excitement surged through her veins. Ignoring it, she collected her wits and nodded. Clasping her skirts in a death grip, she concentrated on listening for her uncle’s signal. She still had no idea if she could best Lord Somersby or whether she would allow him to snare her and claim his kiss. She took deep breaths, ready for the shout.
“Go!”
Jenny leaped forward, so intent on running her feet tangled together. She stumbled to a halt not a yard from Lord Somersby’s tall figure. Another awkward step and she would have sprawled at his feet.
His face lit up in a self-satisfied grin. He nodded almost imperceptibly, as if acknowledging a signal.
Did he think she had done that on purpose? That she wanted him to catch her? She had, in fact, set out to be caught, but that smug smile changed everything. Determination fired her spirit. She’d show him she had a mind of her own. Springing forward, she raced away just before Somersby launched himself at her.
Jenny squealed and pounded through the clearing, kicking up tufts of wet, dead leaves as she fled for the far side of the circle. She could hear her pursuer’s soft laugh as he drew closer to her. He’d have her arm in moments. Why not slow her stride and show him she wanted to be captured? Wanted his kiss?
Her steps faltered. How would it feel to have his body close to hers, closer even than in their waltz, his warm lips grazing her cheek? Anticipation stirred deep within. She slowed her pace and turned to face him.
The grin that lit Somersby’s handsome face spread so wide the lines alongside his cheeks deepened. His eyes flashed with a triumphant gleam and he stopped several paces in front of her then crooked his finger, beckoning her back to him.
She stood panting, suddenly unsure as her body trembled. The shouts and encouragements of the crowd blended with the roaring in her ears.
Somersby raised an eyebrow and stalked toward her. “You should have made it more of a challenge, Miss Crowley,” he said as he drew near. “Although I’m flattered you’re that eager for another kiss from me.” He reached for her to claim his prize.
Entranced, as though she were a mouse confronted by a snake, Jenny could only stand there, heart pounding with an insistent beat, watching him close the distance between them. In another moment he would take her arm, then his kiss.
A sharp movement to her side drew her attention to Alec, standing beside Celinda. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, his face puckered into a frown that somehow bespoke not only anger but sadness.
Somersby’s arms came up to snare her.

Is one kiss ever enough?
BLURB:

     Jenny Crowley has been duped! At her eighteenth birthday celebration her parents announce that instead of having the London Season she’s dreamed of for years, Jenny has been betrothed from birth to Alexander Isley, son of family friends and heir to a title. A distraught Jenny refuses point-blank to marry Alec, and when her aunt offers to whisk her away to a Christmas house party, complete with many eligible young bachelors, Jenny jumps at the chance to enjoy a variety of entertainments, be courted, and perhaps fall in love.
     Alec Isley is between a rock and a hard place. He desires a marriage with Jenny no more than she does, but when his family’s dire financial status is revealed, he follows Jenny to the house party in hopes of convincing her to marry him after all. When he discovers who else is courting her there, Alec is frantic to keep her from making a dreadful mistake. Struggling with new-found feelings for his childhood friend, can Alec convince her of his love in time to save her from being ruined under the mistletoe?

  A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe is available at

  
AUTHOR INFORMATION

     Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance.  She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

     Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA.

     She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.


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December 12, 2015

#MySexySaturday - Her Sexy Fantasy


Welcome to the 121stweek of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Her Sexy Fantasy

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll share more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have you there as we’re starting things this week and hope to bring lots of fun and even some prizes along the way.

Today's excerpt comes from my Erotic Twisted Fairytale - CONTINUUM





“You’re so beautiful, Evianna. Your skin is perfection.” In today’s daydream, her prince would speak in a voice deep and rough with need. She lightly traced over her d├ęcolletage, imagining they were his fingers. “Each freckle and tiny mole.”


She liked her blemishes. They made her feel normal, as the village girls must feel. 

“Alienated from society, sequestered away in that old gothic castle on the hill, you’re anything but ordinary.”

Through the filmy haze of euphoric bliss, her pert nipples strained sexy and hard. The company of the midday sun morphed into a lover’s luxuriant caress across her dampened skin. Her hands mimicked the hot fantasy, plumping her breasts and pushing them together, all while massaging gently.

Ambient sounds of the forest faded away. In the back of her mind, she wondered what she might look like while playing with herself in front of the imaginary prince.

One day, she’d like to try it and find out for real.

The prince watched her, urging with his sexy grin and suggestive eyes. “Touch yourself lower, Evianna.”


To comply with his royal command, she pushed on with her hands and touched between her legs. A jolt of pleasure lifted her hips off the rock and she planted her feet to spread wide for his viewing pleasure. Not wasting a moment, she slid off her panties and threw the scrap of satin in the direction of her dress.


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XO,
Sheri


December 1, 2015

Cowboys Forever!



Candlelight Vigil

Over the summer, I read a newspaper article about a dead raccoon found on a sidewalk in Toronto who received its own candlelight vigil, flowers, and memorial. Not to mention, a hashtag and free press! You can read more about it here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/07/11/dead-raccoon-memorial_n_7776856.html




When my children were young, we used to drive down to Ohio to visit family. It was about a three hour drive. My children didn’t have video’s to watch nor video games at that time. Poor kids, right?

So to keep them occupied we played the regular car games like ABC signs or State license plates. Sometimes, though we played… Name that Roadkill. Some were easy to recognize while others were just a guess. While it was a strange game, it did keep two kids occupied and me sane for many trips.
But when I heard about the Toronto Raccoon, I was a little ticked. I had already decided on using the roadkill to make a statement. Most people don’t even pay attention to roadkill as they drive on the roads, but millions of animals’ lives are ended by cars. I thought that if we dressed them up, maybe painted their toe-nailsit would make people take a second look and slow down.

Fast forward to writing Claiming a Cowboy’s Heart. I knew that I had to have my heroine do something this silly and crazy. Here’s a sneak peek at the scene where we meet the heroine, Michelle Alt and shows the poor animal.


EXCERPT:

With her floral shoulder bag hanging from her arm, Michelle Alt approached the dead raccoon. The smell overwhelmed her. Pinching her nose, she took deep breaths through her mouth. The full moon illuminated the intersection across from her school. People should learn to drive slower on this street. This time a raccoon, someday a child.

She squatted and dumped the contents of her purse on the asphalt. Removing the cheap dollar-store clothespin from her purse, she dealt with the smell and closed off her nose. The spring had just enough strength to press her nostrils together without hurting. With her hands free, she selected a yellow pair of sunglasses from inside her bag and slipped them on the raccoon’s face. A smile flitted across her lips.

“That’s a start.” Looking at the pile of junk sitting at her side, she removed a couple of more items, setting a red plastic cup with a paper umbrella next to the raccoon’s hand. Last, she inserted a small bottle of sunscreen between his arm and body then cleaned up the remaining materials, stuffing them into her bag.

It’s perfect. He looks like he’s resting in the sun. Another day at the beach for Mr. Raccoon.


How do you feel about the enormous amount of roadkill? What fun games did you make up while traveling?





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Claiming a Cowboy’s Heart
Melissa Keir