Showing posts with label An Enticing Debt to Pay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label An Enticing Debt to Pay. Show all posts

Oct 16, 2013

Celebrating Twenty One Today

I've just reached a major milestone. Well, not today but recently, in fact since my last post to the LoveCats. That's right - I'm twenty one!  Well...strictly speaking I'm not twenty one, that happened a while back. But I do have a twenty first to celebrate and it's making me smile. I recently hit the 21 books milestone and still don't quite believe it. I'm not a fast writer and I've never set myself goals of reaching 50 or 60 books. To do that I'd either need to increase my pace enormously or have started writing much earlier. I'd even reached the point of almost forgetting how many books I'd written. I recall them all as individuals, you understand, but keeping track of the number is a different matter.
 
Then there's the fact that the book on the shelf is several books behind the one you're working on, the one most recently accepted and (argh) the one on which your waiting revisions.
 
So it was fantastic to see how the total had grown when my husband recently asked how many books I'd had accepted for publication. That total had just crept up on me somehow after the first few that seemed to creep along so slowly.
 
You know what that total means, don't you? I'm a fully fledged adult at last! Yay! Of course that meant a celebration, complete with French bubbly, thanks to said husband. No, this photo wasn't taken on that day, but I so love my friend's cupid champagne flutes it seemed fitting to include it here - very romance writerish.
 
What's so great about reaching 21 books?
 
First up I have a back list. I love that! So often now I have reader mail from people who've read a recent book of mine then gone back to read previously published books.
 
It makes me feel like I've been productive. Look, I can say, waving an expansive arm. I've achieved something.
 
I'm already on my way to 25 or even 30 (when I finish wrestling with the current wip that's hit a little glitch, that is).
 
I've learned that, yes, I can achieve when I really try. Believing you can create something from nothing (or close enough given the tangle that is my brain) is incredibly empowering.
 
In the process of writing 21 books I've joined both writer and reader groups and made stacks of writer and reader friends who have change my life enormously. Yay!
 
If I've written 21 then surely it means I've learned enough along the way to make the next one a little easier. Surely? Maybe? Fingers crossed, though I suspect that may be wishful thinking.
 
And of course, this milestone meant the chance for a celebration. I've learned how important that is, and enjoyed myself to the full.
 
How about you? Do you have something to celebrate now or soon? If not yet, what achievement would you like to celebrate down the track?
 
I'm so chuffed about my 21 that I'll give away a copy of my new book AN ENTICING DEBT TO PAY to someone who leaves a comment. Just pop back at the end of the day to see the winner's name.

Sep 29, 2013

Sunday Smooch - An Enticing Debt to Pay - Annie West

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!


Today we have a smooch from AN ENTICING DEBT TO PAY by Annie West, but first ...

the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Falcon Crest


Can you please contact melaniemilburne(at)gmail(dot) com to receive your copy of Never Say No to a Caffarelli. 

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from AN ENTICING DEBT TO PAY.

Dial R for Revenge…

Forgiveness is a foreign concept to wealthy investment trader Jonas Deveson. Someone has been stealing from him. He's got a good idea who it is and she's going to pay….

Seeing the harsh lines that bitterness has carved into Jonas's handsome features, Ravenna Ruggiero knows he'll never see the shades of gray in her actions.

Jonas blackmails Ravenna into working as his housekeeper to pay off her debt, but living under the same roof leads to unexpected yet forbidden temptation, and Jonas is no longer sure who is being punished!

 
Scene set-up:
Jonas and Ravenna aren't quite strangers but they're definitely enemies when they meet again. Jonas believes she stolen from him and is infuriated at her refusal to show guilt. Ravenna is busy protecting her mother, the real focus of Jonas's fury. Tensions and tempers run high till Jonas finally snaps and reaches for Ravenna, responding to the high octane attraction they both feel.

Slitted now, her eyes had a glazed look that told its own story. She swallowed convulsively, drawing his attention to the slim length of her pale throat. The collar of her dark jacket sat loose, giving her an air of fragility at odds with the pulse of vibrant life he felt as she arched against him.

He’d pull back soon. In a moment. When he’d allowed himself a single taste...

Cinnamon and feminine spice filled his nostrils as he dipped his head, nudging aside her collar and nipping gently at the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met. She shook in his hold, her hand grasping his between them as if for support.

‘No. Please I-’

Her words cut abruptly as Jonas laved the spot, drawing in the sweet taste of her warm skin.

Too late he realised his error, as he angled his head hungrily for a better taste, pressing kisses up her arching throat, past the throbbing pulse, up to the neatly defined angle of her jaw.

She was addictive. Scent or taste or the feel of silky soft flesh, or perhaps all three, had Jonas ignoring the voice of reason and losing himself in the moment. In the luxury of caressing Ravenna.

He’d never come across a woman who tempted him so easily.

Her free hand cupped the back of his neck, holding him close and he pulled her tight against him, enjoying the slide of her body as she bowed back to give him free rein.

He stroked his tongue along the scented skin behind her ear and had to tighten his hold when she slumped against him as if her knees had given way.

She was so responsive, inciting a surge of arousal that swamped all else. Blood roared in his veins, primal instinct taking over. His focus blurred, his mind racing frantically with the practicalities of getting her horizontal as soon as possible.

He nipped lightly at her ear lobe and she turned her head restlessly as if seeking his lips.

Triumph hummed through him as he pressed a kiss to the corner of her lush mouth.

One quick taste then he’d find that preposterous gilded sofa and treat them both to sexual release so intense it would shatter them to the core. Already he was hard as a rock. Carrying her across the room would be torture but he wasn’t letting her go till he’d had his fill. Till they were both limp and the urgent hunger gnawing at his vitals was appeased.

His ears rang with the force of his blood rushing. He ignored it and tilted his head to take her mouth.

Except her eyes were open now and that dreamy expression had faded. Stark horror flared instead in those dark gold depths.

Jonas frowned. She wanted him. He knew it. He felt it with every muscle and sinew as she pressed herself against him. Yet-

The ringing sounded again. This time he realised it came from somewhere outside his head – the front door.


In this book Ravenna stands up (most of the time) to a furious tycoon, bent on revenge, to protect her mother. To be in the draw to win a signed copy of ENTICING, just tell us who or what you'd stand up to protect, maybe a person or a place or a right.
 
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from 'Countering His Claim' by Rachel Bailey will be posted!


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