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Jul 1, 2018

Sunday Smooch - Inherited for the Royal Bed, Annie West

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 PAMELA LOWERY


Can you please contact Kandy Shepherd at kandy(at)kandyshepherd.com to receive your copy of The Best Man and the Runaway Bride.


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from INHERITED FOR THE ROYAL BED. Don't forget, if you leave a comment you'll go in the draw to win a signed paperback copy of it! Here's a taste:


‘I now belong to you.’
He will finally claim his inheritance!
Four years after inheriting—and liberating—a concubine, powerful ruler Sayid is shocked to see the transformation of Lina. No longer shy and naive, she is a feisty, irresistible woman. And Sayid has never wanted anyone more! But, duty-bound to his country, Sayid can only commit to a brief affair. Will Lina accept his outrageous proposal of a week in the royal bed?

Scene set-up
Lina and Sayid met four years earlier when her family sent her to the palace as a gift for the Emir. Unlike the previous Emir, Sayid isn't thrilled to find a beautiful young innocent in his bedroom. Despite his instant attraction, honour overcomes lust and he sends her away. Now she's back, even more beautiful and distractingly disturbing and he can't get her out of his mind. Unable to sleep, he takes a midnight dip in the palace pool, only to run into Lina, literally, alone in the dark.

Smooch  -
‘Lina! Don’t look at me like that.’ The words ground from him, harsh and ragged.
Again that quick swipe of her bottom lip, as if her mouth was as dry as his.
‘Like what?’ Still she didn’t move away.
Sayid shook his head, determined to do the right thing as soon as he could unlock his hold on her arms.
Except she breathed deep and her breasts grazed him. A trail of fire rocketed through his ribs and abdomen, straight to his groin.
‘Like you want me to kiss you.’ He heard the rasp in his voice as duty battled desire, but she didn’t respond to that harsh warning.
She blinked up at him, her lips parted and slowly shook her head, her hair caressing him. Then her words, soft as the flutter of a nightingale’s wing, came to him. ‘But I do.’
The night stood still, except for his heart slamming his ribs and the saw of his breath, loud in the silence. Yet, hard as he fought, control was beyond him now.
A moment later his mouth captured hers.
*
Hard, callused hands grasped her tight. Sayid’s warm breath feathered her face. His rich, potent scent swirled within her as if she’d absorbed his essence. And above all, the press of his wet, hard body against hers devastated her senses in the most thrilling way.
Lina lifted her hands to his wet shoulders, relishing the strong bone, solid muscle and satiny skin beneath her questing hands.
Her daring surprised her, as if she made a habit of embracing men, when instead she’d spent years learning how to be friendly yet not encourage their advances.
Because, despite the stunning audacity of it, her heart, or perhaps her body, had fixed on Sayid Badawi as the only one she wanted. The one who, he’d made clear as he’d gently but firmly bundled her out of his bedroom and his life, was not for her. For of course he demanded sophistication and glamour, women who fitted his world of prestige and power.
This then was magic. A moment’s aberration.
An opportunity not to be missed. For too soon reality would end it.
Lina fell into his embrace. So long she’d imagined his mouth on hers. So long she’d pined for his touch. There was no holding back, no hesitation. And she discovered her imagination was a poor imitation of the real thing.
Being held by Sayid, kissed by him, made her head spin and her heart pound in delight. The taste of him, so rich, so…intimate, made her weak at the knees. Lina would have been completely overwhelmed except that it felt right.
His powerful arms dragged her up so that her breasts were crushed against that imposing, naked torso and she revelled in his strength, the urgency she sensed in him.
His lips were softer than she’d expected. But there was nothing tentative about his kiss. His tongue dived in, probing, licking and swirling. It inviting hers to curl in a dance of give and take that made her body prickle with a searing heat despite her damp swimsuit.
If being near Sayid was like being bathed in starlight, this was like being tossed up into the bright Milky Way itself.
She slipped her hands higher, combing them through the drenched hair at the back of his skull, spreading her fingers and cupping his head possessively.
If she could, she’d hold him here forever. Everyone knew magic was fleeting and she didn’t want this to end.
His hand dragged up her side, almost but not quite touching her breast and she shuddered. A second later that large hand planted itself on her cheek, angling her head higher as he bowed her back across his arm.
That combination of tenderness and mastery undid her.
With a great thump of her heart Lina abandoned any attempt at thought and let herself go, knowing Sayid wouldn’t let her fall. Everything his kiss demanded, she gave, revelling not just in the delicious new physical sensations, but her tangled, contrary feelings of power and helplessness.
When she pressed closer, slicking her tongue against his, he responded with a growl of pleasure deep in his throat that vibrated from his slick, hot body to hers. It made her quiver in delight.
She’d never felt so connected to another person. So… aroused. It was a heady new experience.
Liquid heat poured through her, pooling low in the centre of her body. Lina squirmed in his hold, trying to assuage the blind eagerness for more, more, more.
Then suddenly, devastatingly, it was over. Sayid’s hands gripped her upper arms, holding her steady as he straightened away from her.
His broad, bronzed chest rose and fell like overworked bellows. The furnace heat of his body encompassed her. But though she still tasted him on her tongue, her tingling lips couldn’t reach him and her hands had slipped from his head as he’d put her away from him.
Doubts assailed her. Regrets. Not for the kiss but because she hadn’t wanted it to end.
Hadn’t he enjoyed kissing her?

And of course the answer is YES. Sayid enjoyed it very much. He's having a difficult time letting her go.

I'm always interested in body language, behaviour and unspoken signals. So my question to you is, how do you know when someone is attracted? Is there something specific you've noticed (apart from the person telling you) when someone likes you? What do you notice about them?

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


Smooch Graphic by WebWeaver


May 18, 2015

For the love of curves

Coming soon!
I’m working on a new project which is a whole lot of firsts. It’s my first time writing a small town romance, it’s my first attempt at self-publishing and it’s my first book with a plus size heroine.

Talk about jumping in with two feet!

Given that I’ve had my share of body image issues over the years, I really wanted to write a heroine who’d had those experiences. The teasing, the ‘why the hell are skinny jeans back in fashion??’ moment, the toxic relationship with food…

 Writing Shelby’s character was tough, yet in a w
ay it was also cathartic. She's is a plus-sized model who struggles with the way larger models are used in the modelling industry and what it means to be considered a vessel for someone else’s message.

Just to be extra mean (‘cause we authors are a nasty lot when it comes to our characters) I forced her to go back to the hometown where she was bullied until she escaped at the age of sixteen. Coming home feels like a regression to Shelby, all the confidence she’s worked so hard to build evaporates the second she bumps into someone from her past. Her journey isn’t about her appearance so much as it is about forgiveness—forgiving herself for leaving and forgiving the people in her past.

It’s important to me, as a writer, to create strong female characters who overcome real problems. This is probably the main reason I love reading romance as well as writing it—we have a genre that is leaps and bounds ahead of others in representing real women conquering their demons and finding love, not only with the hero but with themselves.
I have to give a shout out to two books that inspired me to tackle Shelby’s story. Firstly, Driving her Crazy by fellow Lovecat Amy Andrews which features a heroine with deeply rooted body image issues on a road trip across outback Australia with a sexy, brooding photographer. Secondly, The V Sot by Wendy S Marcus a super spicy novella featuring a plus size nurse, a "Voyeur Motel” and a hunky wrestling hero.

Both of these books had vibrant heroines that were strong and take-charge despite their issues, exactly the kind of women I love to read about. If you have checked either of these books out do yourself a favour and read them NOW!


Tell me, have you read any great romances with plus size heroines lately? I’d love your recommendations. If not, let me know what you love about the romance genre. 

Aug 1, 2014

Who ya gonna call? Stressbusters.

By Barbara DeLeo

Things are madder than usual in the DeLeo household, and that's pretty mad. I have a new day job, revisions are due in on a book on Monday, strategic planning is happening on the school board taht I sit on and I have another book due in in a month. I'm  also trying to get organized to go to conference in Sydney and Auckland. Oh, I'm also registrar for one of those conferences—I really mustn't forget that or I'll have 150 irate romance writers hunting me down

So, it's pretty clear what I'm doing at a time like this, right? Setting daily word counts, making sure I'm prioritizing everything and driving through that pain barrier, yes? Ahhh, no. Today I had one hour free from teaching and kid wrangling and trying to stem a tide of ants in the kitchen and what did I do? I went and had a facial, of course!

 Okay, the truth is that I'm a little bit addicted to looking after myself. I go to my chiroprator once every six weeks, a massage therapist about the same, and my beauty therapist about every month. Whenever I go to one of these places I always come away feeling completely different about the challenges ahead. I seem to think more clearly and I certainly smell a lot nicer. I've realised they all have a common factor that helps to turn my day around - a bed, with soothing music playing in the background and a chance to close my eyes in the middle of the day.

Yesterday I went to see my beauty therapist, Cherie. She's an old friend and walking into her treatment room is like being whisked away to some exotic, perfumed paradise. I'm not even sure what Cherie did to my face yesterday but there were hot towels and foamy stuff and thirty minutes to forget about my deadlines.

How about you? What do you do for yourself on a regular basis that makes you feel fantastic?