Jul 31, 2011
Today we have a tantalising smooch from A Kiss To Seal The Deal by Nikki Logan, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is -- Helen!
Congratulations, Helen! Can you please contact Mel at
melteshco (at) yahoo (dot) com (dot) au
and she'll send you a copy of Stone-Cold Lover or a book of your choice from her Ellora's Cave back-list.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from A Kiss To Seal The Deal by Nikki Logan ...
Is it true love is an endangered species?
When city lawyer Grand McMurtrie is forced to return to his coastal hometown, he discovers that conservationists plan to carve up the family farm! He furiously confronts the woman in charge—seal researcher Kate Dickson.
Used to half-truths after years of making empty city deals, he finds Kate’s passion for her precious seals mystifying, but slowly begins to trust this courageous, determined woman. For the first time, Grant’s heart is touched and he wants to make a wholly personal contract.
Will cautious Kate agree to his final clause—to be together forever?
[Set-up: After a confrontational and difficult meeting in town, Kate discovers the devastating truth about the death of her friend, Grant’s father. For the first time she lets down her barriers in front of him and cries for the man she had grown quite attached to. Kate’s tears wiggle under Grant’s carefully erected barriers and he finds himself comforting her in the crowded front seat of his jeep. Fuelled by frustrating weeks of emotional strain, comforting turns to something entirely else…]
Kate’s head spun a lurching figure eight at Grant’s closeness. His strong, distinctive cologne which seemed to shimmy around her like scent released from the heat of a candle. She held herself suspended—lips gently parted against his first touch, assessing—and then leaned infinitesimally toward him, gently increasing the pressure of their kiss. Heat burst through her and crackled out to lick at the place their lips joined. Her mouth slid across his; tasting, breathing his air, melding perfectly.
He nipped and nibbled, sucking her bottom lip between his then releasing it to slide across the neglected top lip. His big hands forked up through the waves of her hair, messing it around her face until it hung wild and natural like it sometimes did at the end of a long day on the rock-shelf.
She pulled back to gaze into eyes darkened with green heat. His thumbs learned the delicate line of her cheekbones and rubbed the last of the tears from her damp lashes.
She sucked in a breath to speak. But he slid one thumb down to silence her lips, closing the gap between them and taking her mouth with his again. It blazed against hers, his tongue hot and confident and branding its possession. Her skin burned wherever it rubbed against his which, squeezed as they were in the front of his car, was just about everywhere.
Her breath grew thin and desperate deep in her chest but freeing herself for air was the last thing on her mind. Grant’s hands slid down over her shoulders and found their way to the sides of her ribs and under her arms. Then he pulled her more comfortably against him, sliding himself sideways to give her more room. Freeing her to climb that masculine chest and latch on more firmly to his talented lips.
Heavy eyes simmered into hers and Kate suddenly grew shy, uncertain. His large, work-roughed hand stroked up her throat to rest under her chin and encourage her gaze back to his.
‘You will always look like this to me,’ he murmured thickly, kissing her brow, her jaw, her lips. Making her lashes fall to her cheeks. ‘Wild. Hot.’
Kate let her head fall back and Grant mouthed his way up her throat. Just as well she was lying half across him because there was no way she could have kept standing as feelings she’d began to think she’d forfeited for life came surging forth in sharp, exquisite lances deep in her body. Her fists clenched high on his open-necked sweater, giving her strength, but letting her fingers spread to tangle in the scattered hair there, against the furnace that was his flesh. The forbidden feeling of the skin she’d tried not to ogle that first day made her smile and Grant’s lips moved instantly to the deep dimple that formed on her left cheek.
His tongue dipped in and out, his smooth teeth sliding against her cheek as he matched her smile. ‘I’ve wanted to touch those since I first saw you.’
Not that she wasn’t unexpectedly thrilled to hear such sentiments, but, while she was busy making sense of words, she wasn’t drowning in the pleasure sensations of his body moving against hers. His mouth feasting on hers. She speared her fingers up into his short hair and forced his head back so she could glare into his eyes meaningfully. ‘That’s lovely, but do you want to talk or do you want to kiss?’
His answer was practically a growl.
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"In A Kiss to Seal the Deal, Kate Dickson is super-passionate about her seals and can get one-eyed at times. What do you get worked up about? How do you express your passion?"
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Jul 29, 2011
Jul 27, 2011
WHAT I AM LISTENING TO: Mozart
WHAT IS MAKING ME SMILE: Reunions coming up at the conference
I was standing beside the microwave at work last week and there, pinned to the wall was a small piece of paper. On it was written
"Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding about ourselves" Carl Jung.
As I waited for the two minute ting of the microwave, I rapidly re-interpreted the day’s annoyances. Go Carl – a timely bit of self-awareness.
I love inspirational quotes. The one that struck a chord and first got me writing was "If you aim for the stars, you might get to the top of the tree. If you aim for the top of the tree, you might never get off the ground".
The absence of promises, of unrealistic expectations was liberating, as was the kick to the pants to just get going.
Sometimes, it’s the mental picture that helps. When facing a daunting task, I remember one friend who would always say, “How do you eat an elephant? One mouthful at a time.”
Or there’s “A ship in the harbour is safe. But that is not what ships are built for.”
Sometimes it’s nifty wordplay. “The difference between theory and practice is not much in theory but an awful lot in practice.”
Which segues nicely into “Experience is knowledge. Everything else is just information.”
I like quotes which are uplifting but realistic. "Happiness is not getting what you want but wanting what you have".
A good quote never dates which is why Desiderata is timeless. Every line is quotable but it provides some of the best exit lines.
"With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy".
Please share a favourite quote and why it speaks particularly to you.
Jul 25, 2011
So...I survived a 35 hour journey, a 2000+ delegate conference, a hotel that perpetually sways for those sensitive enough to feel it, a nasty virus, Times Square crowds, the mystery that is tipping, the infamous (but entirely unpresent) New York attitude and a sweltering Manhattan summer.
In reverse order…. (any images not credited are my own, thanks to Wiki Commons for most of the others)
|Wiki Commons (top two)|
Until that moment I couldn’t find a single square inch on which I’d be prepared to live. But I found it there.
|Production Photo: Simon Annand|
I'm a theatre girl from way back so staying in the theatre district was pretty cool but, despite being just one elevator-ride away from the discounted TKTS office in
It well deserves its number one spot.
Jul 24, 2011
Today we have a hot paranormal smooch from Stone-Cold Lover by Ellora's Cave author Mel Teshcho, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is -- Joanne!
Congratulations, Joanne! Can you please contact Wendy Marcus at
wendy (at) wendysmarcus (dot) com
and she'll send you a copy of When One Night Isn't Enough.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Stone-Cold Lover by Mel Teshco ...
Book 1 in the Winged and Dangerous series.
Heiress Loretta Shaw is notorious for her loose morals and sexual needs. Trouble is, it’s taken her one too many one-night stands to realize that no man can extinguish the sexual fire she feels toward her guardian, Cray Diamond.
A long-ago curse made Cray immortal—a gargoyle, a guardian, who is impelled to protect a human chosen by the curse. He is imprisoned in stone during daylight hours but dusk returns him to flesh and bone, to carry out his immortal duty.
That Cray can shift between human and living gargoyle at night bothers Loretta not one bit. She’s seen him naked many times and her desire for him—in any shape or form—knows no bounds. She’s tired of his resistance. He’s her gargoyle and she wants him in her bed.
[Set-up: Loretta has had a not-so-secret crush on Cray, the only man--gargoyle-- she's set her sights on and been unable to seduce. As he slumbers the daylight hours away in his gargoyle stone form, she tells him where he can find her once darkness awakens him. This time she'll do whatever it takes to have him notice her...want her.]
He paused on the first veranda step and looked up. The rain eased to a heavy mist as their gazes locked. His eyes glittered. “I can’t give you what you want. I’m under oath to protect you.”
Her lips compressed. One hand clasped the rail beside her. “I don’t want your protection.”
I want you.
“Nevertheless, you need it. And I made a vow if I had to guard someone…had to become close to them, it would never be on an intimate level.”
Her throat went tight. It hurt. But it was his honor as a gargoyle, which he protected, not her own. “And if I release you from that role?”
“Only your father can retract the oath.”
“Then…I’ll convince him.”
He raised a dark brow, a half-smile pulling at his lips. “Even if Lincoln released me, the curse would compel me to find someone else to safeguard.” At her horrified silence he added, “Besides, your dad is more worried than ever about your indiscretions.”
She went down a step, now eye-level to him. The light rain clung to her hair and moistened her skin, glazing droplets of silver over her sleeveless, jade dress. Head high, she forced a serene expression while unclipping the diamond studs holding it together at the front.
“Better to have this one night, than nothing at all,” she whispered. Slipping the dress from her shoulders, she tossed it aside. She wore no underwear beneath. She’d planned her attack. The trick was all in the execution.
Cray stood stock-still. His shadowed expression did little to conceal the flare in his eyes, the tic of a muscle along his tight jaw. But he’d seen her naked plenty of times, and had resisted her even when hunger had scorched his gaze.
Not this time. Please, not this time.
She leaned forward, cradling his face with outspread hands. Her lips merged with his, and she closed her eyes, savoring the bitter-sweet taste.
Emotion swelled as she sunk against him, and she hazily wondered if he could taste her passion, her need, the burning for him that seared her very soul.
Time seemed to slow, to hold its breath. Then everything quickened, double-speed as he groaned and his set mouth softened and opened beneath hers.
Desire hit her like a shock wave, an electric current that sizzled the nerve-endings along her lips and raced through her veins. She gasped, opening her eyes and jerking back her head.
Surely he felt it too?
His veiled stare of frostbitten indifference was no more. His eyes glowed like a flame heated blue, snapping with fierce desire and longing.
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Jul 22, 2011
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Every writer I know has a stationery addiction. Actually, many people I know who aren't 'writers' as such, have a stationery addiction. And there are all those gorgeous shops there to meet those addictions - with a range for all budgets - from those 5 cent notebooks, to the $50 dollar or more notebooks that are hand-bound. And of course, some shops exist purely to get us hooked early (my kids all adore Smiggle). There's nothing better than the start of the school year and all the stationery ships with their massive sales. I always buy far too many notebooks and not enough highlighters.
Anyway, it's the school holidays at the moment and yesterday the kids and I went to a place called 'creative junk' - you pay a few dollars, get given a bag and then go round this giant warehouse filled with recycled/reusable stuff - cardboard, bottles, fabric, foam - just so much stuff that you can reuse to create something new - with a touch of glue and some imagination. Two of the kids did picture frames, one made a diorama from an old suitcase and then there was the eldest who couldn't decide what to do...
Now, this was out of my comfort zone because I am not a crafty kind of person. I can't knit, can't sew, can't even iron... yes, I'm the only mother who superglued her fingers together and her rings on when making an asteroid costume for the school operetta the other week. I am a total fail on the crafts front!
So, desperate for help, the eldest and I talked to one of the people who worked there and she showed us a gorgeous handmade notebook - WELL, talk about excitement! You didn't even need superglue - just an ordinary gluestick that even I can handle!!!
So we had a blissful afternoon making pretty notebooks with recycled card and textured paper. I think it's the one craft thing I can actually manage! We're working on tweaking the design, making smaller ones, concertina ones... I tell you, I think the notebook buying days might be over!!! And then there's the fun of filling them with cute poems or stories or messages - oh yes, that's the best bit... happy days!!!!
Since our initial attempts I looked up several how-tos on the internet - from the simple 'just a bit of glue' numbers like ours, to the full on 'bind separate folios with impossible patterns on the spine' notebooks - something for everyone then!
So, do you love notebooks? Ever tried making one yourself? If you want to know how to make the world's easiest, let me know!!!
Jul 20, 2011
Reading: Kiss of Snow by Nalini Singh (actually I've finished reading it & it was fantastic!!)
Watching: Dear John ... love that movie!!
Listening to: My usual writing soundtrack of about 6 songs on repeat
I don’t believe authors when they claim never to read reviews. I mean seriously? How can you not?? Maybe I have fellow author Natalie Anderson to blame, I mean she introduced me to google alerts, sales rankings on Amazon, review websites to stalk … are you starting to get a mental image of me frantically jumping on the internet each morning??
I write because I love to, and because I couldn’t not, but I also want others to enjoy the stories that I produce. It’s human nature to want to please, or if it’s not, it’s certainly my nature. So when I read a good review, it makes me feel fantastic, as does an email from a reader. The first time I opened my emails to find a letter from a happy reader, I almost cried. It was so special for someone to take the time to write to me, to say how much she loved the book of mine she’d read.
So far, I haven’t had any bad reviews. A few average ones, sure, but nothing bad. I’m realistic enough to know that it won’t be long before I do get a bad one, but right now I’m enjoying stalking review sites and blogs. I’m desperate to know what those in the industry think of my work, and I want to please.
I’m not sure if it’s just part of being an author, but the desire to bring happiness into the lives of others certainly appeals to me. I know that for me personally, books can mean so much. Whether it’s people like me in earthquake devastated Christchurch wanting to escape into fiction, or someone sitting in the sun one afternoon looking for a little entertainment, it’s great to know that your book has fulfilled its promise. That it was as enjoyable to read as the blurb on the back cover made it out to be!
So how about you? Do you cover your eyes or desperately search out reviews? Or if you’re not published yet, can you imagine the terror of waiting for the verdict from review websites such as Romantic Times or CataRomance? And do you aim to please?
I’d love to give away a copy of my current AUS/NZ release, Soldier on Her Doorstep, so leave a comment for a chance to win!
Jul 18, 2011
Listening to: Meatloaf (showing my age)
Watching: The Tour De France. And the fog swirling past the window causing me to hope it doesn't make an appearance when I head off to the RWA conference in Melbourne next month.
A strange phenomenon has been taking place in my life. My derriere started growing. Like the weeds in the vegetable garden it spread with absolutely no input from me. And looking back I'd say this bad behaviour started around the time I sold my first book and had to take sitting down and writing another book for a contract seriously. It was insidious. Who knows? Maybe some spreading went on while I slept at night. But I really think it was all to do with sitting at my computer. Perhaps I should invest in another office chair, one that will not allow such bad behaviour and will keep my rearend in line.
Then there's the shoulder slump. I wondered if they were trying to reach down and make contact with my derriere. Could be that I needed a straitjacket to keep me upright while I work.
Finally, after loads of procrastination, I took action. Usually very fit and active I confess to having been slack (really lazy) over the last year or so. So out came the bike, up went the tyres, and then it stayed leaning against the wall for weeks. Okay, next the kayak appeared on the front lawn, taunting me every day until finally I succumbed and took it for a paddle. Great. Loved being on the briny. Three days later the wind picked up and the kayak returned to its place under the house.
In the meantime my DB was going for walks every day. Walks around here involve lots of hills, flat roads being almost non existent. Finally one day I decided to join him. Just to keep him company, you understand. I've always been able to outwalk him so this would be a doddle. Wrong. I huffed and puffed and couldn't speak a whole sentence without coughing.
My pride stepped up to the mark. I'd never been so unfit. Now every day after lunch and four hours writing I'm off like a robber's dog, charging around the corners, up and down the hills walking anything from seven to ten kms. Talk about kicking the backside into shape. And there's a bonus. Usually after a morning's writing I have a heap of questions regarding the story buzzing around in my head. Out walking I manage to resolve most of these and that gives me a head start when I next sit down at the keyboard.
When the ice and mud have completely disappeared from the road I'll take the bike out again. The only problem with that is I have to concentrate on staying upright and thinking for all the traffic that loves to cut the corners so I won't have as much story resolving time.
So what does everyone else do to keep their rearend in shape? Or are you lucky not to have to worry about these things?
Jul 17, 2011
Today we have a sweet doctor-and-nurse kiss from When One Night Isn't Enough by our guest, debut Medical Romance author Wendy S. Marcus, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is -- Virginia!
Congratulations, Virginia! Can you please contact Michelle at
michelle (at) michelle-douglas (dot) com
and she'll send you a signed copy of Christmas at Candlebark Farm.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from When One Night Isn't Enough by Wendy S. Marcus ...
Confessions of an E.R. nurse…
Nurse Ali Forshay has swapped dating disasters for nights out with the girls. But after spending more time than is strictly necessary discussing the man she loves to hate—the notoriously delicious Dr. Jared Padget—Ali's horrifying realization is that she's one hundred percent crazy in lust with him! Her conclusion: spend a feverish night together. After all, it would just be a onetime thing and it would cure her obsession…wouldn't it?
[Set up: Nurse Ali Forshay breaks out in a full-body flush of embarrassment when Dr. Jared Padget shows up at the hospital’s New Year’s Eve party. Five weeks earlier, a few hours before his departure from town, in an unfortunate drunken encounter, Ali had done things she’d rather not remember. But she’d put that night behind her and had no desire to re-visit it. Or him.
In her effort to escape his notice, she gets her dress caught on a filing cabinet and requires assistance from the very man she’d hoped to never see again. And when Jared takes his sweet time releasing her, then tries to shield her from view when they’re discovered alone in a dark office, Ali’s co-workers jump to their own conclusions about what the two of them were doing there.
He’d planned to leave and never return to Madrin Falls. But for Jared, one night with Ali just wasn’t enough.]
Jared watched Ali try to hold the sides of her ruined dress together, while she glanced nervously at the door. The urge to help her, care for her and protect her surged within him.
He shrugged out of his tux jacket and placed it on her shoulders. “Here. Wear this.”
She looked up, her eyes so big and blue he wanted to dive in and swim around. “Thank you, Dr. P.”
“Dr. P? After everything we’ve been through together you won’t call me by my name?”
Her lips curved into a hint of a grin. “Nope.”
It amazed him how many people ‘just happened’ to be standing in the hallway leading from Mr. Crenshaw’s office back to the lobby. Men, some colleagues he recognized from the hospital, others Jared had never seen before, smiled and nodded in approval at what they thought he’d done. Some had the nerve to give him a thumbs-up.
Allison walked with her head high, looking straight ahead as if no one else existed. To an observer it would have seemed like she was unaffected by the incident. Only he could feel the slight trembling in the ice-cold hand she had clamped around his upper arm with a grip he would have expected from a person twice her size.
They were almost to the doors at the main entrance when the countdown began. Allison stopped short. “Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” The crowd cheered in the distance. Paper horns sounded and noisemakers buzzed. The DJ played “Auld Lang Syne.” The two of them stood alone in the lobby, away from the celebration. Allison looked up at him; vulnerable, her spirit depleted. A tear trickled down her left cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb.
“My new year is off to a terrible start,” she said sadly.
“That’s funny,” he replied, lifting her chin with his bent knuckle, lowering his lips to meet hers. “I was just thinking my new year is off to a great start.”
She tried to say something. He silenced her with a kiss.
Wendy S. Marcus’s debut Harlequin Medical Romance, When One Night Isn't Enough, is currently available in bookstores and online.
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Jul 14, 2011
Watching: The Block (reality tv..again)
Listening to: My bubbling home brew
Making me Smile: My daughter turning 4 (gone so quick!)
As a writer I think it’s normal to play the ‘what if’ game. Have you ever walked past an old, run down or abandoned house and wondered who lived there, what happened to the family to allow their ‘home’ to get that way?
I don’t write historical fiction, but something like this really stirs my interest and I really want to know the history attached.
There is a really old house (pictured) just visible through the trees alongside a road where my daughters and I go horse riding. It’s ramshackle with the walls crumbling down, a sink at the back and an old sofa turned on its side on what’s left of the floorboards. There’s a tiny, twisted looking old iron tank, and a little bit of garden along its front near the track of a driveway.
All this begs the question: who built the house in what would have been quite some way out of town once-upon-a-time? What family lived and (hopefully) loved in this house, and who made it their home?
Right away I imagined it being the home to gold prospectors, one of many people who flocked to the area wanting to make it rich. I also imagined ghosts even now hanging around the house (I don’t suppose I write paranormals without reason!), clinging to their memories.
What do you think when seeing the picture?
Have you too seen a house/place that stirs your interest?
Jul 12, 2011
If an apple a day keeps the doctor away then a song a day might just help keep the smile on your face.
Recent studies have shown that singing can make you feel happier. Some of the reasons are physical. For a start, belting out a tune releases endorphins, and we all know how good they can be. I'll confess to now wondering what kind of jogger's high one could achieve by combining singing with chocolate, but I digress...
Singing is an aerobic activity, which means it increases the oxygen levels in your blood, which in turn improves circulation, which in its turn promotes a good mood. Furthermore, singing requires deep breathing. What else requires deep breathing? Yes, exactly, meditation. So, singing can make you happy AND relaxed. Win-win.
And guess what else? Because you are gently exercising your facial muscles while you sing, one of the great benefits of singing regularly is that it can keep you looking younger (man, I wish I'd known about that twenty years ago!).
Given the above, is it any wonder that an Australian study revealed that choral singers rated their satisfaction with life higher than other members of the community?
Other than the physical effects of tra-la-laaing, there are some pretty hefty psychological ones too. It is very hard to worry and sing at the same time--go ahead, try it. Therefore, while you are singing, work stresses, family issues, and money troubles are momentarily on hold. That has to be good news for our stress levels, don't you think? And I can't help feeling that singing out loud and proud with gusto is an awful lot like play-a fabulous way to rediscover one's inner child.
Professor Grenville Hancox, director of the Sidney de Haan Research centre for Arts and Health in Kent, has been working to persuade the medical profession to prescribe singing instead of Prozac. "If we could engage more and more people in singing, I'm sure we would have a healthier nation."
Seriously, though, can singing really have that much of an effect?
Okay, the challenge is on. I want to find out if singing can increase my happiness. For the next seven days I am going to sing out loud (loud being the operative word) to at least one song a day. I'm going to keep a record of the songs I sing and how I'm feeling afterwards. Who's going to join me? We can report back in a month and compare notes.
Jul 11, 2011
Watching: Falling Skies
Listening to: Aladdin Soundtrack
Making me smile: My little boy rolled over!
Since the birth of my son three months ago, most of the books I’ve been reading lately are children’s books. They say you can never start reading to your little ones too soon…needless to say my little man has been having books read to him since he was two days old!! Now he’s old enough to look intently…even if he doesn’t quite understand what’s going on yet.
I’ve had the joy of discovering new books and new authors as I look for books that will stimulate my son (and keep mum and dad relatively entertained at the same time). It is just as exciting as discovering new authors in the genres that I read for myself!
Here are a few of our current favourites:
~ The “That’s not my…” books by Fiona Watt and Rachel Wells. These touch and feel books have lots of different textures and colours. We went a little overboard and have That’s not my…teddy, puppy, car, dinosaur, monkey and aeroplane.
~ Time for Bed by Mem Fox. Ms. Fox seems to be a fav of many kids and we love to read this book right before bed.
~ The Going to Bed Book by Sandra Boynton. This is another fav right before bed. A cute little rhyming book with great little animal characters.
~ Little Blue and Little Yellow by Leo Lionni. A sweet story of two little friends that teaches about colours.
~ We also love the revamp of favourite nursery rhymes by Kate Tom including Twinkle, twinkle little star, Old Macdonald and the wheels on the bus. Ms. Tom has changed the words to these well known rhymes and given them a new twist.
I’ve just ordered a bunch more books for my little man and I hope I’m instilling in him a love for reading that will carry on as he gets older (I’m also wondering when he’ll be old enough for his very own ereader!) I look forward to the day he’s dragging some of these books around as his favourites (even if I have to read them over and over again).
So, what was your favourite book when you were a child? And if anyone has any children’s book recommendations, please pass them along!