Feb 20, 2018

Romance Trivia with Stefanie London


Stefanie London here! Recently I participated in a really fun event: Romance Trivia.


Along with my awesome publisher, Harlequin, we ran a night of cocktails, books and all-things romance.


To make the night even more special, the bar created cocktails for the hosting authors books!! (You can see the Bad Bachelor in this pick, cool huh?)


So, I thought it might be fun (instead of doing a normal post) to have a little romance trivia here on the Lovecats blog and Facebook page. Want to play? Share your answers in the comments below.


1. What Walt Disney animated film was hyped as "The most beautiful love story ever told"?

2. What planetary body was named after the Roman goddess of love?

3. How did Prince Harry & Meghan Markle meet?

4. What movie is this quote from: “I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.”?

5. Which Friends character was first to get married in real life?



Place your best guesses in the comments. No cheating!

Feb 18, 2018

Sunday Smooch with Amy Andrews

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!


Today we have a smooch from but first ...... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Jillian Jones!

 











Can you please contact Rachel Bailey at Rachel (at) rachelbailey (dot) com to receive your prize.


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Playing House.


https://www.amazon.com/Playing-House-Sydney-Smoke-Rugby-ebook/dp/B0796X8GFY


Eleanor is content with her boring life—mostly. She’s even fine being the quirky sister in a bevy of beauties. So imagine her surprise when one of her brother’s Sydney Smoke mates hits on her at an engagement party. Her. The weird sister, who wears vintage dresses and prefers her books to parties.
Bodie is shocked the next morning to find the soft, sexy virgin who seduced him with corsets is his best friend’s little sister. If he could kick his own ass, he would. And two months later, she’s got an even bigger surprise for him. Now he needs to convince the corset-loving wallflower that he loves her uniqueness if they’ve got a chance at forever.
He always did love a challenge…


Scene set-up

Eleanor is waiting in the hotel room for Bodie to join her. Tonight's the night she's losing it and she's a tad nervous!

Smooch  -



Eleanor jumped at the knock. Her pulse spiked and the muscles of her neck contracted. Bodie had assured her he’d come, but here he was, on the other side of the door, and suddenly she was overwhelmed by the thought this was really happening.
It had been exactly three minutes since she’d let herself into his room. The entire trip upstairs, she’d been convinced she was going to run into somebody she knew and be delayed. A lot of locals had stayed in town for the night after the country/city match to celebrate their local boy’s impending nuptials.
Which meant a lot of potential for gossip.
Thankfully, the staircase had been empty, as had the long corridor to the guest rooms. Now, all she had to do was go through with it. God…could she?
Yes. She could.
A second knock accelerated her pulse, and her gaze darted to the door a half-dozen steps away. She was going to have sex. Lose her virginity. Be deflowered.
She wished she’d had some more time to think about how it might go down, but all she’d had time for was snapping on the beside lamp, stripping off her clothes and climbing into the white, hotel-supplied bathrobe she’d found hanging in the closet.
Just in case he thought she was actually here to talk about the occult practices of nineteenth century England.
Plus, the corset and bloomers she was wearing beneath her dress tended to slow down the disrobing process, and she didn’t want that. It was hard to believe that a guy like Bodie was even interested, especially after prattling on about hypnotising lions, so she didn’t want to make it any more difficult to do the deed.
A third knock. Eep! Was she actually doing this? A quiet, “Eleanor?” galvanized her out of her inertia.
Yes she was!
Without giving herself time to have a panic attack or chicken out, she practically tripped over her own toes getting to the door. She must have looked a flustered wreck as she yanked it open, her pulse in her neck pounding madly, but he didn’t seem to notice as he pressed one big shoulder into the door frame and his gaze took a slow tour of her body.
It lingered where the gown crisscrossed the deep V of her cleavage before lifting to her face. “I wasn’t sure you were going to open the door.”
His voice tumbled over her smooth as water over river stones and dear God, the man smelled good. He towered over her as he lounged lazily in the doorframe. His gaze dropped to the rise of her breasts then back again. “I see you slipped into something more comfortable?”
Eleanor’s cheeks heated, and her heart raced. Her instinct was to apologise for being so…forward. But damn it, she hadn’t come here to play Scrabble or admire the recent refurbishment to the accommodations. This was operation losing it.
She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes.”
He smiled. “May I come in?
Eleanor’s knees wobbled at the request. This was his room, and she was clearly naked beneath the gown, but the fact that he was asking her permission to enter hit her in all her nineteenth-century feels.
Bodie may have been an elite rugby player, but the man had manners. And manners made Eleanor swoon like crazy.
If he wasn’t careful, she’d fall in love with him.
She grabbed him by the tie and yanked him inside.
He didn’t need any more encouragement, and Eleanor vaguely heard the door clicking shut as the hardness of his body smooshed up against the softness of hers. She pushed up on her tippy toes, seeking his mouth, and he met her halfway.
She moaned at the first touch of his lips, uncaring how much of a rookie she sounded. She was electrified by the feel of him and intoxicated by his taste and smell. His whiskers prickled and teased and she moaned again, her hands grabbing hold of his biceps as the earth tilted on its axis. 
“Christ.” He pulled away, his chest heaving as he stared down at her, his inky gaze satisfyingly bewildered. “You taste so good. I want to feast on you all night.”
Eleanor barely had time to register the feral lust turning his looks from preppy to predatory before his mouth was back on hers, hot and hard. He hauled her up his body, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, lifting her feet off the ground, urging her legs apart.
Her gown gaped below the tie as her ankles locked tight around his waist, and Eleanor clung to him, oblivious of all else but him. Sucking in his taste and his scent, the rough chug of his breath and the deep rumble of his groan. Nothing mattered but the sweet plunder of his mouth, the heat of his belly pressed into the soft flesh of her inner thighs and the hardness of muscles beneath his skin.
She didn’t register him moving, his long sure strides efficiently eating up the distance between the door and the bed without tripping or missing a step despite having a fully grown woman wrapped around him. She didn’t even register falling or the soft embrace of the mattress as they landed. Or the fact her ankles stayed locked tight.
She did register the delicious weight of his body, the way his hips settled into the cradle of hers and the steel of his erection at the bare juncture of her thighs.
Oh yeah baby. Her vagina was all over that.


 


The footy season is about to start again for the year. For a chance to win an electronic copy of Playing House (must have an Amazon account) tell me, are you a footy (of any code) fan and who's your team?


Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a new smooch will be posted!


Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver

Feb 16, 2018

The LoveCats Feb & March Releases!

Happy Friday, everyone! We here at the LoveCats are pretty excited today because we're looking forward to all the lovely March released, while still devouring the Feb books. Here, have a look! Are there any upcoming books (from LoveCats or any author) that you're particularly looking forward to?



Winner

 
 
Drumroll please...
 
The winner of my Valentine's Day giveaway is Diana Michelle Tidlund! Congratulations, Diana, and I hope you'll enjoy my duet. Send me a PM or email with your postal details and I'll pop it in the post for you asap.

And thanks to everyone who came and shared their stories! I loved each and everyone of them. :-)
 

Feb 14, 2018

Best present ever...

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Today is the 20th anniversary of my Best Present Ever. Now, to be perfectly honest, Mr Douglas and I don’t normally go in for Valentine’s Day presents, but he made an exception 20 years ago.

Why?

Because it was our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple…and we’d been married for less than three weeks. :-)

An awful lot of you will know that we eloped to London and spent our wedding night in the Dorchester (best hotel ever). Here’s a picture of the newly married me in our ‘Double Deluxe Room with Four Poster Bed and Views of Hyde Park.’ I look pretty happy, huh?



Well…before we left London for Australia over a week later, Mr Douglas managed to sneak back to the Dorchester to buy one of their amazingly plush robes for me. He smuggled it back in his suitcase and then hid it for a week before surprising me with it on Valentine’s Day. I never suspected a thing!

Happy sighs. :-)

So in honour of that memory, and of Valentine’s Day, I’m giving away a copy of my February Mills & Boon Australian Favourites duo: Her Irresistible Protector and The Rebel and the Heiress. All you have to do to enter the draw is to leave a comment telling me what has been your favourite present ever. :-) Good luck. Oh, and have a happy Valentine’s Day!



 Her Irresistible Protector
When Officer Mitchell King — her ex and the only guy Tash Buckley has ever loved — arrives on her doorstep, claiming she needs his protective custody, Tash is more concerned by the heart-fluttering, pulse-racing effect he still has on her!
Confined to Mitch’s beachside cabin, Tash finds it increasingly difficult to resist her delicious protector...
The Rebel And The Heiress
After losing her family fortune, it’s time for once-privileged Nell Smythe-Whittaker to make it on her own…with a little help from delicious bad boy Rick Bradford!
Rick hasn’t seen Nell since childhood, but with a family mystery to solve Rick needs Nell as much as she needs him. Yet with a past as chequered as his, can Rick ever be good enough for this beautiful heiress? It’s something he’s willing to prove...

Feb 12, 2018

Shopping – love it or hate it?

I live in the small regional town of Byron Bay. It is a tourism mecca. The centre of town has lots of little shops but I very rarely go shopping. Why? Because I really don’t enjoy shopping. I know. Crazy. Aren’t all women supposed to like shopping? But I don’t.

Yesterday, my daughter had some shopping needs that were beyond our local offerings so we had to drive to our closest major shopping centre over an hour away at Robina (yes – in another state). It has all the major chain stories, DJs, Myers etc. With all that was on offer, the only store that I really enjoyed being in was Kikki K – the stationary store. I love all those notebooks, pens, books about being organized etc. I didn’t buy anything as I have so many notebooks already, it is going to take me a lifetime to use them all. But I do love all those pretty items and it was so hard not to add to my notebook collection.
Small sample of my notebooks

But the rest of it, I can leave (well except perhaps for an 85% designer clothes sale).  And as I discovered, so can my daughter. After about an hour she said ‘you know what Mum, shopping is really boring.’ So, like mother, like daughter.

I know we can’t be the only people for whom shopping is at the bottom of the list of fun things to do but I’m beginning to worry as all my friends love it.


So, is there anyone else out there who finds shopping boring? Or are we alone in the ‘shopping is quite boring’ sphere?

Feb 11, 2018

Sunday Smooch: Rachel Bailey's His 24-Hour Wife!

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!


Today we have a smooch from Rachel Bailey but first... 


... we have two winners! The winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Sarah LehmanCan you please contact Kandy Shepherd to receive your copy of Stranded with her Greek Tycoon. And the winner of Clare Connelly's Sunday Smooch from the end of last year is Michelle Cunliffe. Can you contact Clare to receive your copy of Innocent in the Billionaire's Bed!




And now for today's Sunday Smooch from His 24-Hour Wife. This volume is a shiny new release of three favourites: The Nanny Proposition, Bidding on Her Boss, and His 24-Hour Wife. The heroes of these three books are brothers: Liam, Dylan and Adam Hawke, and between them they run a huge florist company. The books were originally released as Harlequin Desires, and now they're together in one volume for the very first time! Today's smooch is from the third brother, Adam's book.



What happened in Vegas didn’t stay there for CEO Adam Hawke and go-getter Callie Mitchell. And their drunken lark of a wedding is coming back to haunt them. Because Adam and Callie are now working together, and she’s being blackmailed over their very personal connection by a coworker. To deflect the threat, Callie and Adam make their sham marriage look real. But the passion that ensues is no sham. Could their wedding lark have real wings after all?




Scene set-up: Adam and Callie have arranged a magazine photo-shoot to announce their marriage to the world, but they're still struggling to find the line between pretend and oh, so real...


Two days later, Callie found herself with a journalist, walking through the Hawke Brothers’ flower markets. She was wearing a pale gold dress and kitten heels, her hair and makeup photo-ready.

Adam was striding a few steps ahead with the photographer, who wore ripped jeans and a faded T-shirt. Adam, in contrast, was in a tuxedo, parting the crowd like Moses at the Red Sea. No one walked the way Adam Hawke did—powerfully, and always with a purpose. The jacket fit his shoulders perfectly, highlighting their breadth and strength. It was mesmerizing.

“You sure lucked out in husbands,” Anna Wilson said as she walked in step beside Callie. Anna was the first journalist she’d called when looking for a place to launch the story. She was already a friend, and she had a reputation for writing good, solid stories on famous people that neither simpered over the subject nor made snarky digs.

“Yep, Lady Luck was kind to me that night.” Memories of twisted white sheets and Adam’s naked physique rolled through her mind, causing her mouth to suddenly go dry.

“Maybe I should try Vegas,” Anna said. “If I’m going to try my luck anywhere, then surely luck’s hometown will work as well for me as it did for you.”

A stab of unease hit Callie squarely in the belly. Luck hadn’t smiled on her in Vegas. It had given her a night in heaven, sure, but the price had been high. Spending this time with Adam now might just drive her insane.

“You’re not wearing rings,” Anna said suddenly.

“Rings?” Callie repeated.

“You know,” Anna teased, “those little bands we traditionally exchange when we get engaged and married.”

Callie frowned, surprised at herself for missing this detail. When they’d originally exchanged vows, they’d paid for cheap rings that had come from a tray kept under the counter at the chapel. She and Adam had both taken them off the next morning. Hers was in her makeup case where she’d tucked it after sobering up, and she assumed Adam had thrown his away.

“We’re getting new rings for the new ceremony,” she said, thinking on her feet. “It’s symbolic of us starting fresh.”

Anna smiled dreamily. “I love that idea.”

Adam stopped in front of a large flower stall with shelves covered in buckets of bright blooms in every color. He said a few words to the photographer, and then turned to Callie. “How about we take some of the photos here?”

She surveyed the scene. The backdrop would provide color and evoke happiness, and the light was good. “This would be great,” she said, moving to take Adam’s hand.

He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on her lips, and her pulse went into overdrive. It wasn’t difficult to find the blissed-out expression that she was supposed to be faking—in fact, she knew it was on her face, whether she wanted it there or not.

Anna glanced around and conferred with Ralph, the photographer, and then said, “This is good. How about we start with you replaying that kiss for us?”

Callie glanced up at Adam and he looked for all the world as if he could think of nothing better than kissing her again. He clearly had the acting thing down pat. Of course, he probably did still desire her—chemistry as strong as what they’d shared wouldn’t likely disappear overnight, but she was well aware he didn’t want to give in to it again. And one thing she’d learned about Adam Hawke in the short time she’d known him was that he had iron willpower.

“It would be my pleasure,” he said, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as he lowered his head. This time it was no peck on the lips, it was more. So much more. Tempting, sensual and knowing. It was everything. She slid her hands along his wrists, past his elbows to grip his biceps through his shirt, partly to keep him in place and partly to hold herself up.

He trailed his lips to the corner of her mouth and then across to her ear. Whispering her name, he sent a shiver across her skin and bit gently on her earlobe. She turned her face, searching for and finding his kiss, feeling as if she’d found her home as well.

They eased apart and Callie held onto his arms for an extra beat, her knees too wobbly to hold herself upright, her mind too dazed to think clearly.

“Adam,” she whispered, and in response a lazy smile spread across his face.

“That’s great,” Ralph said. “Just hang on a sec while I adjust some settings.”



The three books in The Brothers Hawke feature lots of flowers - which makes sense since the three Hawke brothers run a florist company: Liam is in charge of growing the flowers and developing new and unusual flowers; Dylan is in charge of the retail arm, Hawke's Blooms; and Adam is the CEO of the company and also responsible for the flower markets. So to celebrate the re-release of the Hawke Brothers, tell me what your favourite flower is and I'll choose one commenter to send them a copy of the shiny new volume! 

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Amy Andrews will be posted!


Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver