“A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou” - The
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
I love that quote, and it makes me think of romantic summer picnics—at
the beach, by a lake, in the mountains or a park—whatever location works best
where you live or vacation. But what to pack? Wine, bread, meat and cheese are
a given, but don’t forget the summer fruit—ripe red strawberries, lush juicy
peaches or crisp apples. There’s nothing like a taste of fruit to sweeten a
by Lyndi Lamont
Steamy Paranormal Romance
Imagine a world filled with magic, a tormented knight, a
damsel in distress, an evil sorcerer...
While picking herbs in the woods, Princess Ilona is rescued
from a woodsman by a wolf. When the creature licks her wounds, it is suddenly
transformed into a man. A very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate
love to her in a glade.
Cursed by an evil wizard, Rolf was trapped in wolf form
until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he must escort the princess on a
hazardous journey back to the castle to stop an ill-fated wedding.
Passion flares between them, but both know there is no
future for Ilona and her werewolf. Or is there? In a world where magic and
passion combine, anything may be possible.
She sat frozen, her back to the tree. Oh, gods, don't let it see me. She tried to cast an invisibility
spell, but to no avail. The wolf looked at her, golden eyes gleaming, mouth
open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her eyes and gripped her
throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she listened as the animal padded
toward her. She felt its hot breath on her cheek.
Opening her eyes a slit, she stared into the face of the
wolf. Sad eyes stared at her, and her fears receded. Perhaps he'd been tamed.
She reached out with what was left of her powers, but sensed no immediate
danger. "Good wolf," she stammered.
She held out one shaking fist, and the wolf sniffed it
before licking her knuckles. It moved closer, sniffing her clothing. To her
surprise, the animal hunkered down beside her and laid its head on her leg.
Carefully, she touched it, stroking the soft fur.
Relief flooded through her. Saved by a wolf, of all
creatures. "Thank the gods you showed up when you did. I'd no wish to be
ravished by the likes of him."
The wolf lifted its head and seemed to smile up at her,
mouth open, tongue lolling.
She smiled at the canine as she continued to pet it.
"Grateful I am for you rescuing me, but 'tis not exactly what a girl
dreams of. Where's my knight on a white steed? 'Tis he who is supposed to do
When the wolf lowered his head, sniffing between her legs,
she laughed and pushed it away. "Rude creature."
The animal responded by sitting up and resting its head on
her breast. She put both arms around it and hugged it close, dropping a kiss on
its head. "Do not misunderstand, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a
knight. A strong, handsome knight like my Werner."
The familiar sadness filled her at the memory of her
husband. "I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar says another knight will
come for me, a handsome knight to protect us and make sweet, passionate love to
The wolf whined and raised his head to lick her cheek.
Laughing, she tried to push him away, but he licked her full on the mouth. She
closed her eyes, stunned when her powers came rushing back, like a flood of
magic coursing around her.
Turning aside, she summoned her basket to her side. Out of
the corner of her eye, she saw the wolf jump up, staring at the basket. Her
vision seemed to blur as the wolf's face slowly became humanlike, then shifted
back. She must have hit her head harder than she'd thought if she was seeing
things. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded.
When she peeked again, the wolf was gone, and a naked man
crouched in front of her. A handsome, well-built man with shaggy brown hair and
golden brown eyes.
Interview with Sir
Rolf of Klosterlupe:
Thanks for sitting
down with me today, Sir Rolf. I just have a few questions for you. What can you
tell us about your birthplace?
All I know is that I was born somewhere in the Kingdom of
Velosia. When I was but a small cub, er, lad, my parents dropped me at
Klosterlupe where the monks took me in. Apparently small werewolves are unable
to control their shifts. People without magic have no idea how to deal with a
situation like that. Still, I would like to learn who my people are some day.
What schooling did you
I was educated at Klosterlupe, home to the Brotherhood of
the wolf, a chivalric order, where I was trained in the knightly arts.
What is your job?
I am a knight in the King’s Guard.
What is your most
Protecting my princess and her family, of course. I owe her
a great debt, not to mention she is the love of my life.
What is your worst
fear or nightmare?
Being trapped again in animal form and unable to shift. That
was most disconcerting!
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of romance author Linda
McLaughlin. Writing sexy stories gives her a license to be naughty, at least
between the pages of her books! She has written several full-length novels plus
numerous short stories and novellas, ranging from historical to futuristic. She
believes that love is unending and universal, and enjoys transporting her
readers into a different world where her characters learn that, in the journey
of life, love is the sweetest reward.
SUPERIOR HEARING IS NOT NECESSARILY A GOOD THING.
Molly has great hearing,
which her parents discovered early on. They had her eavesdrop on a politician
and then try to blackmail him. Instead, he had the parents arrested and sent to
jail, leaving Molly a ward of the Family Foster system. That was a nightmare
she tries very hard to forget.
Since then she’s been
very careful not to let anyone know about her excellent hearing. Until she
hears a drug lord telling his thug to take the puppies to the NJ Wetlands and
gut them to retrieve the drugs.
Molly gasps in horror.
When DTX realizes she heard his boss, he goes after her. Molly’s a good runner,
but can she outlast this giant thug?
Brown always faces life with a smile, even when a frightening thug is intent
upon killing her. At first, Detective
Sean Cushing finds Molly’s cheery disposition unnatural, especially when he
discovers the seriousness of her injuries. When she asks for police protection,
he instead offers her a job and home being a nanny to his five-year-old
daughter, hoping her cheery disposition can pull his child from her dark hole
of misery. Never did he expect he’d be proposing marriage within a day, but
life has a way of going in odd directions when Molly Brown is involved.
there. Sorry to bother you,” Molly Brown said as she flashed her smile. “Could
you call 911 and tell them a scary man is following me?”
man in a tailored suit, talking on his phone, stopped and stared as Molly
continued weaving through the tourists and New Yorkers moving down Broadway.
saw a young man up ahead and thought he
might help. “Hello, could you call 911 for me?” she asked as she beamed him her
dimpled grin. “There’s a very scary guy following me.”
guy slowed and looked behind him while
Molly moved on.
she said to a woman, who frowned and moved away from her.
rather missed her childhood when her smile could get her anything she wanted.
Now it was hit or miss, and today was clearly a miss.
to bother you, but could you call 911?” she asked another businessman, giving
him her sweetest smile. “There’s a big scary guy following me.” He frowned at
her and moved away, continuing the conversation he was on.
it seemed her smile wasn’t working at all.
only she had her own phone. But she’d lost her job as a photocopy salesgirl a
week ago and along with it, her very nice
cell phone. She tried to get them to let her keep it as a souvenir, but her
boss just gripped his forehead and shook his head.
a lovely red scarf you have,” she said to a bag lady. “I bet you have a phone.”
woman hugged her bag and sped up.
matched her stride. “I think everyone deserves to have a phone. I used to have
one, but now all I have is a scary guy
following me. Could you call 911 and let them know?” She finished her request
with a smile.
wheezing sound she’d been running from, then jogging, and now walking from was
getting louder, alerting her that she needed to make shorter requests, or the
big scary guy was going to catch her.
desperation, she shortened her plea as she sped up her pace. “Will someone call
911? A big scary man is following me. Anyone?” She still smiled, but no longer
made eye contact with the people she passed. She just smiled and repeated her
plea as she rushed as fast as her pulled muscles could move her, desperate to
get away from the wheezing scary guy.
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They
hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an
adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New
Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white
sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and
raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur
photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her
entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
I'm sharing seven paragraphs from my recent June 30th release:
Lord of the Jungle
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Setup: Having rescued Jane first from drowning in the ocean, then a hungry shark, and now from a jaguar, he's picked her up and climbed a tree to keep her safe from further ground-based danger.
Tarzan reached behind himself to feel for the tree’s trunk,
then carefully leaned his back against the scratchy surface.
The female’s arms unfolded and her body slid lower. “I
hope there’s no spiders up here.”
Concerned she’d slip off entirely or lose her balance, he
cupped his palms under the roundness of her butt. He’d intended to only protect
her from falling out of the tree, but what his hands discovered would be
forever imprinted in his memory.
The strange covering over her legs hid nothing from his touch.
The female’s butt fit in his hands perfectly as his fingers tightened on each
side. He lifted her up, then slid her down, closer to his straining male need.
Her heels dug into the small of his back and she exhaled
a breathy sigh.
Tarzan repeated the motion, which further hardened his
The female closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “Oh
I hope you enjoyed the selection! If you're interested in reading the rest of Tarzan and Jane's story, click on a link below.
A shipwrecked woman.
The uncharted island.
Jane Porter craves a thrill
but when marauders scuttle her ship and she washes ashore onto an island
inhabited by animals and one sexy wildman, that’s when the real adventure
begins. Dependent upon her vine-swinging rescuer who acts more ape than
musclebound man, she places her survival in his rugged hands and relinquishes
her desire to his raw sensuality.
For more seasons than he can
remember, Tarzan has lived among the tiny island’s gorilla band. Instinct propels
him to save the female he finds half-dead in the surf, but gazing into her eyes,
his mating tool dances an ancient tribal beat.
While the pirates search for their bounty, Tarzan and Jane are in danger. To
survive, they’ll have to hang onto each other as they swing for dear life.
Their adrenaline-rush of passion among the canopy of the jungle threatens not
only a dizzying fall from a great height, but also into love.
Carmen is joining me again for a few more romantic summer ideas!
are some romantic ideas to rekindle the spark:
Learn a romantic foreign language.
Take an intro-class together for a language
that neither of you speak - French, Italian, Spanish or Romaniansimply sound romantic - and practice whispering sweet nothings into
each other’s ears, in that new language!
Cuddle up together in a horse-drawn carriage ride.
You’ll probably feel like you are in a
romantic comedy, and that’s a good thing.
Read each other’s Tarot Cards.
Take turns reading each other’s fortunes using
Tarot Cards. Even if you don’t believe in astrology, it will make for one fun
evening spent together.
Go on a ghost tour together.
Find the nearest ghost tour in your city and
head out on the adventure together. At least you’ll have someone’s hand to hold
onto should things start to get a little spooky.
Feed each other fondueat home.
It really doesn’t get sexier than feeding each
other chocolate dipped strawberries.
Barbara Heyer can hear voices of dead
people. They whisper of their deaths, seek comfort for those left behind, and
occasionally even warn her about future events. But when Barbara’s brother,
Colin, is accused of murder, it will take more than her gift to prove his
Becoming smitten with the handsome
investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious complication given his
assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there is something far
deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction between them. Could
that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma in her dreams? Could
past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected events together?
Barbara and Patrick must overcome
heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and perhaps themselves.
resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula,
but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about
God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to
great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Teacher of English and German in her native country and
mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of communist
oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.
Her first novel, Shadows of the Past, was
released in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.
Carmen joined the volunteer staff at Marketing
For Romance Writers Author blog, and is the coordinator of #Thursday13 posts.
Barbara stroked her
chin still undecided what to do. Then leaning forward toward Patrick she took
his hand in hers. “Thank you for trusting me with this, Patrick. Even if it
came so late. I needed to know it.” She stood up, and to hide her emotion
fiddled with the empty coffee cups on the table.
Patrick came closer
and turned her to face him, gathering her into his arms. He buried his face in
her hair and then he stroked it back from her face in a gesture of utmost
Her whole body was burning
with an unquenchable fever, and her head felt light as she savored his touch.
She loved him so much it hurt. If only he would tell her that he loved her,
too. She barely had time to register the feeling before his mouth closed over
hers, possessive and eager, leaving her breathless.
“Dear Barbara,” he
whispered and wrapping an arm around her waist he deepened the kiss. The scent
of him assaulted her senses. His chest was hard, his masculinity overwhelming.
She quivered, wanting
more of his kiss. For one blissful moment, she knew only raw heat, the sensual
intimacy of his tongue twining with hers, a rush of giddy pleasure that left
her senseless, blindly clinging to him.
She hadn’t expected
him to kiss so hungrily. She locked her arms behind his neck and looked up into
his eyes. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He bent his head and she closed
her eyes, trembling a little as his lips roved over her eyelids and nose and
cheeks, before settling on her mouth again.
with an unsteady smile, close to her lips. “I love you. I’ve loved you since
the first day I met you. Perhaps I wasn’t aware of it right then. But later...”
“Shhh,” she whispered
back. “No need for an explanation.”
mingled raggedly, and he held her tight. Barbara shook from head to foot,
overwhelmed by the rush of desire enveloping her. For a long, mindless interval
they stood locked in each other’s arms, deaf and blind to anything other than
the primeval forces joining them together in mutual need.
And then, he frowned
and as though cold water had been poured over his head, he shook his head and
let her go. His eyes blazed with suppressed desire. He cleared his voice. “I
didn’t mean to do this,” he said loosening his tie. “If you and I ever progress
beyond this stage, Barbara, it’s up to you to make the move. I have to go back
to work now. I’ll phone you before we leave the precinct,” he said and stormed
out of the room.