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‘Tis the season for a great Christmas romance and I have just the one for you. Merry Christmas, Eve by Suzie Jay is exactly what you’re looking for.
Here’s my review on Amazon.
I loved Merry Christmas, Eve by Suzy Jay. Confident, driven career woman Eve Taylor finds herself stranded with other travelers in a snowstorm at the Nashville airport on the day before Christmas Eve. All she wants is to be alone in her own home for the holidays.
One of her fellow strandees happens to be a tall, sexy businessman named Grayson Parker. With nothing but time on her hands, Eve indulges in a little fantasy and flirtation.
But she’s put her personal life on the back burner for so long now, she’s not sure she can take a chance on love. Grayson is a damaged soul with a few mysteries of his own.
Will there be a Merry Christmas for them?
This is a quick read, just perfect for this busy time of year. While you’re bustling around making sure everyone else has a happy holiday, take a few moments for yourself and enjoy this delightful book.
Long ago I got my copy of erotic author Patient Lee’s Wicked Hot, and I promised to post a review. Alas, other commitments and obligations got in the way and I sort of forgot.
But, I finally read this smoking hot book and posted this review on Amazon and Goodreads.
Wicked Hot by Patient Lee is, well, wicked hot! Amy and Kevin go out of town for a wedding and to save money they camp rather than stay in a hotel. At the campground, they meet Tina and Deacon, a couple open to swinging. You get the feeling that Amy and Kevin’s first foursome won’t be their last.
I loved the realistic discussion between the main couple about their fantasies and the sex scenes are hot. This is a great erotic story.
If you’re looking for a quick, sexy read, this is your book. Now I need to read Wicked Cold.
Patient Lee writes really diverse erotica. She has something for every kink. If you like your romance extra spicy, check out her Author Page on Amazon. There’s no way you won’t find something that you’ll like.
Here’s the review I wrote for her book Bare Naked: A Nude Skater’s Waltz. Trish spends her days practicing her figure skating and works evenings in the local bar. Mark works his furniture job by day and dreams of playing professional hockey. It’s a sweet, sexy, erotic story about two people who meet in a small town and the complications that arise when everyone knows your business.
Check out erotic author Patient Lee and all her terrific books!
Here’s my review of A. Aimee’s book, Good Pussy Bad Pussy: In Captivity, posted on Amazon and Goodreads. I gave it 5 Stars.
I loved Good Pussy Bad Pussy: Rachel’s Tale so I couldn’t wait to read the continuation, Good Pussy Bad Pussy: In Captivity. Rachel’s beloved Albert, father of her daughter Isabella, is abducted on a business trip in the middle East and he’s held for ransom. Back on the French Riviera, Rachel is held hostage by threats from Albert’s CEO, Victor. Unless Rachel becomes Victor’s sex slave, he will refuse to post the ransom demanded by the kidnappers.<br><br>One of the things I loved the most about this book is the story of Albert and Rachel’s early days from Albert’s perspective. The action is intense and the sex scenes are hot. If you enjoyed Rachel’s Tale you absolutely can’t miss In Captivity.
In June, Luke & Bella was published on Kindle Direct Press and I stopped posting chapters here of my first ever serial novel. Now, occasionally I like to use this blog to shine a spotlight on writers I think you might like.
Patient Lee writes spicy hot erotic short stories that showcase a variety of kinks. You might call it erotica for all. If you browse her Author Page on Amazon, you can find just the right thing for you, or you might be tempted to try something new.
Today, she’s offering two of her books for free, Blowjob from Your Stalker and Collared in the Temple of Dendur, the latter being one of her books I’ve read and reviewed. Click this link to her Facebook post and grab them for yourself or someone you know that enjoys a hot, sexy read. You’re going to love it!!
Here’s a tease from Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, available at Amazon.com. It’s even FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
It seemed ironic to go inside to get fresh air, but that’s what she did. Beyond the kitchen, which was a beehive of activity, the house was quiet and she made her way to Tre’s study with its dark paneled walls and oxblood red leather chesterfield sofas. She stood at the window sipping her wine and watching the scene outside.
“Well, pretty lady, I wondered where you’d gone.”
Bella whirled around to see Mitchell, he of the wake last night. “You startled me,” she said.
“Oops,” he smiled. “Didn’t mean to do that.” He had an odd look on his face and Bella didn’t like the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“I just needed to get away from the crowd for a minute. I think I’ll go back now,” she said evenly.
“What’s your hurry?” he asked, eyes on her breasts. “I was hoping we could talk about old times.” He put down his glass and crossed the room toward her, blocking her from moving away from the window.
“Have you been drinking a lot, Mitchell, because you’re making me uncomfortable,” she told him.
He laughed darkly. “Oh, no, I want to make you very comfortable.” He reached out to stroke her arm, putting his other arm around her waist. “You’ve just been through a difficult time and I want to comfort you,” he whispered. She could smell the bourbon on his breath.
“Okay, Mitchell, I’ve really got to go now,” she said, trying to move past him.
With his hand on the small of her back, he pulled her closer and he moved the other hand, reaching inside her dress and fondling her breast.
Without thinking, she slapped his face hard. “Let. Me. The fuck. Go!” she hissed at him.
“Baby, the fuck is just what I have in mind, and you are turning me on!” he growled, leaning in to kiss her.
“Will not happen!” she answered, and she brought up her knee as hard as she could into his groin. Mitchell went down like a sack of hammers. Bella stepped over him and left the room hastily.
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Once upon a time, I wrote and posted chapters of Luke & Bella on this blog serially, one chapter at a time. In June, I independently published my first spicy romantic novel, Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, on Kindle Direct Publishing and removed the chapters from WordPress.
It’s been getting 5 Star Reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Here’s what people are saying.
- “A sensual story with magnetic characters…”
- “The inconspicuous cover hides how hot this book got and I must say i wasn’t expecting such a sweet and spicy romance.“
- “This story is as cool as it is hot…Very cool…. As for hot – well it gets kind of steamy (smile).”
It’s a hot read for a hot summer. Check it out! It’s even available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited. And thank you for supporting Indie Authors.
We’ll call this edition of Watch This Space a shameless plug.
I’m beginning to believe that writers are a completely neurotic lot. When I was writing Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, which by the way currently has four 5 Star Reviews on Amazon, as I saw the end drawing near I began to feel a sense of panic. What would I do when it was finished?
So before I was actually finished writing it, I started a new project that became Rannigan’s Redemption. Now, I’m in the same situation. I see the light at the end of the Rannigan tunnel and I feel that same sense of anxiety.
And I’ve started on what is apparently my next project, tentatively called For Sparrow. It’s an erotic romance with a bdsm flavor. Unlike Luke & Bella and Rannigan, I don’t plan to publish it serially on WP. But I thought I’d float the first chapter just to see what happens. I hope you like it.
For Sparrow by Pandora Spocks
I buried my husband today.
The thought tumbled through Jessi’s mind over and over like clothes in a dryer. Voices around her sounded oddly muted, as though she were underwater. Occasionally, someone would touch her, a simple grasping of her hand, a gentle pat on her shoulder, and the sensation felt like burning embers showering down over her.
Following the graveside service, mourners had gathered at her home. Hers and Graham’s. Only Graham isn’t here. We left him at the cemetery. I buried my husband today.
Food had appeared in her kitchen. Casseroles, desserts, salads. There was even a brisket. An army of women had set up a command post and were making sure guests had plenty to eat and drink. Jessi wondered briefly if there was enough ice for the drinks. Maybe she should ask Graham run to out and get some more. I buried my husband today.
Since that day, her phone hadn’t stopped ringing. Friends and neighbors hadn’t stopped calling and dropping by. “How are you?” “What can we do?” “What do you need?”
Her business partner, Sarah Reid, had been a rock, taking over the events they had scheduled this week, returning calls Jessi didn’t have the strength to deal with. “You take all the time you need, hon,” Sarah had told her. “We’ve got it under control.”
Since that day. “Sparrow, I need to get the oil changed in my car. Why don’t you drive to the mechanic’s and I’ll meet you there? I’ll drop you off at your office and then we can do the reverse this afternoon.”
Jessi had waited at the mechanic’s shop. When an hour had passed, she tried his phone. A stranger answered. “This is Officer Brooks. The owner of this phone has been in an accident. Are you the wife of Graham Crenshaw?”
A police car picked her up and drove her to the hospital. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Crenshaw. It appears your husband suffered a fatal heart attack behind the wheel of his car. When the car hit the utility pole, he was most likely already deceased.” The doctor had an air of resigned sympathy. Jessi wondered how many people he pronounced dead on an average day.
Sarah had met her at the hospital and driven her home. Jessi wasn’t sure how her own car got back to the house. She’d somehow made the calls to Cara and Adam. “Something has happened. Your dad died.”
Cara, age twenty-five, had made her excuses at her job with the Weather Channel and taken the first available flight from Atlanta to West Palm Beach. Adam, age twenty-two, had driven from Orlando where he worked as a video game animator.
Jessi and the kids had gone to the funeral home the following day to make arrangements. “Mrs. Crenshaw, your husband has everything prearranged. You don’t need to worry about a thing, it’s all taken care of. He has requested that he be buried in a navy suit with a white shirt and a blue and red paisley tie. Do you know the things he means?”
Jessi nodded dumbly. What he described was her favorite suit of Graham’s. He always looked so handsome, he’d even worn it when they’d celebrated their anniversary a few months back. He had it all planned out. Why didn’t he mention it?
“We’re just so sorry for your loss.” The statement shook Jessi from her thoughts. It was a neighbor couple from down the street.
“Thank you,” she murmured, not meeting their eyes. She sipped her wine to have something to do and wandered into the kitchen.
“Hey, hon, how are you holding up?” Sarah asked.
Jessi shrugged and gave a weak smile. “I’m okay.”
“Can we get you something to eat?”
Jessi shook her head and headed back to the living room. I buried my husband today.
“Jessica. I was just chatting with your lovely daughter and son,” said Rev. Lyman. “Graham was a good man, taken before his time.” He looked at Jessi with slight reproof. “I hope we’ll be seeing you and your family on Sunday.”
“Maybe, Reverend,” Jessi replied softly. “If you’ll excuse me and my children.”
“Of course. Family has to pull together at a time like this.”
They watched him work his way across the room. “I’m not lovely?” quipped Adam.
Jessi smiled at her son. “You’re lovely to me. And you’re welcome.”
“Do you love the way Rev. Lyman tried to get in a plug for going to church?” commented Cara.
“My personal relationship with God is exactly that. Personal,” replied Jessi. “How are you two doing?”
“It’s hard,” said Adam, his voice breaking.
“I know. You don’t have to stay for all of this. I have no idea when people will decide to leave.”
“I’m here until Friday,” Cara said. “I don’t want to leave you alone to deal.”
Jessi kissed her cheek and then Adam’s. “Thank you both. I love you so much. Your dad loved you, too.” She felt tears forming again. She felt as though she’d cried out her very soul, and yet tears were always near. Cara’s here until Friday. What day is it again?
Cara and Adam moved out to find their friends. Jessi turned to look for a place to sit. She was so weary. She was stopped by a woman she vaguely recognized. “Jessica, I’m Harriet, from church?”
“Oh, yes, Harriet. It was good of you to come.”
“Sweetie, I just want to remind you that Graham is in a better place.” She beamed at Jessi as though her words bequeathed onto her some sort of miracle.
Jessi felt a twitch begin at the corner of her eye. If I don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to scream. “If you’ll excuse me, please,” she murmured, pushing past the woman. She hurried through the kitchen, ignoring Sarah as she called to her, and slipped out the back door.
The lanai and pool deck were blissfully quiet. The sun had set and the lights had come on automatically. She crossed to the far side of the pool and sat on the edge of the spa with her back to the house. Finally alone, she leaned forward with her elbows on her thighs and let the tears flow.
She’d only been there a few minutes when she heard a sound, the scuff of a shoe. She sat up abruptly and whirled around.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to bother you.” The man was tall and muscular, his dark hair cut severely, almost military style, his dark suit cut slim. His brown eyes were soft and sympathetic.
Jessi sniffed and stood, swiping at the tears on her cheeks. “I just needed some air. I buried my husband today.” She looked up at him, shocked. “That’s the first time I said that out loud.”
He smiled kindly. “I’ll leave you alone. I just wanted to say that Graham was a good man. He was my friend and I’ll miss him.”
“Thank you. Did you work with him?”
“No. We were friends. I’m Judd, by the way.”
Jessi nodded. “Thank you for coming, Judd. I’m sure he would have appreciated it.” She began walking back towards the house. Judd fell into step beside her.
“I thought maybe I could come back on Saturday, maybe help you with the lawn,” he said.
Jessi was only half-listening, wondering if Harriet had gotten the hell out of her house yet. “Mm-hmm,” she murmured.
“Alright, Jessi,” he said. “Take care, now.”
She nodded and went to find her children.
Or, the further adventures of Watch This Space…
I’ve recently been accepted into a Google+ community called Alliance of Self-Published Authors. The group reads and reviews each other’s work. For my first assignment, I read a terrific book called The Dead Dance Faster by Julie Ann Hacker.
I know what you’re thinking. But Pandora, it’s not erotic romance. I know. But it was a really good read and I gave it 5 stars. Here is my review from Amazon.
I just finished reading The Dead Dance Faster by Julie Ann Hackner. Holy cow, what a ride! It’s a dark, twisted, unpredictable story.
Jael breaks up with her on again/off again boyfriend Shane, quits her job, and moves to an eery little town where her family has questionable and mysterious roots. She wants a break from her dysfunctional family and Seven Hills seems like the right place for a fresh start.
I really don’t want to tell you much more than that because I don’t want spoil the story. But Julie Ann Hackner has created a dark world of family ties, tragedy, religious fanaticism, and “screaming egos” by using sensory atmospheric descriptions that call to mind Stephen King. Along the way she drops hints and clues like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to a shocking finale.
I understand that Book #2 will be out in September. Count me in!
If you’re looking for your next great read, and you’ve finished Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over (just sayin’), check out The Dead Dance Faster. It’s even free on Kindle Unlimited.
Oh, and if you’re a writer, check out the Alliance for Self-Published Authors on Google+.