Time to Tumble with A.B. Thomas!

Me: Today I welcome A.B Thomas to the gym! Before we get started, we have to stretch first to prevent injury. Why don’t you share your favourite stretch with us?

A.B.: Well, Coach Kellie, my favourite stretch is the “one fingered tippy toed swan”. I learned this one last year when my son surpassed my 5’5” height and decided for good measure to be 6’.  He figures what he needs should be at a height that requires as little action on his part, so to that end, he puts things he does not use up on the highest shelf out of his way. He doesn’t drink coffee, but I do.  Guess where the bugger puts the coffee? So the stretch goes like this: you go on your tippy toes and stretch your arm up to where only the point of your middle finger grazes the bottom of the coffee can. You then flick your finger against the bottom of the coffee can, slowly moving it the can closer to the edge of the shelf. There is the added bonus of a secondary stretch. It seems to cause an instinctual jutting out of the tongue, for balance purposes, I suppose, but it does help tone the tongue muscles for later when you, for the millionth time, explain that you do not have gorilla arms.

Me: Haha! It sounds like your son knows how to get you to secretly work out. Ok, time to let out your inner gymnast – if you could, what is the one gymnastics trick you’ve always wanted to learn?

A.B.: The cartwheel.  I have mastered the sommersault, thanks to the many long staircases I have encountered in my life and the perchance to trip over my own feet.  I think it would save the doctors so much time at the emergency explaining about the dangers of concussions if I simply cartwheeled down the stairs rather than went head over heels.

Me: Sounds like your rolling technique has saved you a bunch of times! Is there a piece of equipment you’d like to start with? And may I remind you that playing in the foam pit is always reserved until the end of class.

A.B.: I think I would like the springboard, I’ve always wanted to be able to say that I have a little hop in my step.

Me: Good choice! Have you ever performed gymnastics before? As a kid what kinds of sports did you participate in?

A.B.: I was advised not to participate in gymnastics when I was a child by the phys ed teacher. He said that there was a vote taken and I was elected to be the target for dodgeball practice. As a kid I did sort of play soccer, and I sort of played baseball.  I say sort of because according to my folks, I was easily distracted and often went in the direction of what had caught  my eye rather than where the rest of my team was.

Me: Good old dodgeball! Not one of my favorites. In gymnastics we have to keep in top physical condition, and writing is such a sedentary job. What do you do to keep in shape when you’re not typing out your next story?

A.B.: I walk a lot, mostly into walls – which isn’t my fault. When will those walls learn that I am the top of the food chain, therefore they should fear me, not the other way around.

Me: Haha… And with your rolling skills, I’d say you’ve got it made. Let’s move onto the balance beam, shall we?

A.B.: *stares blankly at me*

Me: You’ll be okay. I’ll hold your hand like I do for my preschoolers. Now, let’s take your mind off of how high this is and tell me when you decided to write to be published.

A.B.: It was about four years ago.  I had gone from blogging and writing poetry to writing articles and cartooning for an online magazine. I concentrated primarily on social issues. It was mentally exhausting to me, always looking at how the world was. I decided that I could either be miserable examining the lacks or I could create worlds where not only could I identify the ills of the world, but do something about it.

Me: Sometimes we need a break from the real world. *helps A.B. hop down from the beam* Woul you care to take a swing on the bars?

A.B.: Oh, sure, though I have to say that I have had plenty of practice taking swings at the bar.

Me: Different kind of bar… *both walk over to apparatus, and A.B. jumps to take a swing* To be good at gymnastics it takes perseverance and determination not unlike that of being a writer. Tell me how you get through those times when you feel like giving up.

A.B.: When I feel like tossing in the towel, I think of the kids. What type of role model would I be if I quit? Someone might say, “so what if you quit, it’s just a story, it doesn’t make a difference to anything”. It does make a difference, not an earth shattering one, but anytime you decide something is too hard, it makes it that much easier to decide something is too hard the next time. Failure isn’t as bad as some people try to make it seem, failure means that something didn’t work in one way so now you have to think of a different way. Giving up doesn’t let you consider other options.

Me: I love that philosophy. I find that often I’m afraid of succeeding rather than failing. It matters that we don’t give up no on things that are important to us. *watches A.B. swing* You’re dong great! Don’t forget to regrip on the backswing.

A.B.: Huh?

Me: Let go now and land on your feet. Very good. How about I teach you that cartwheel now? Or would you like to show me a roll?

A.B.: Whew, I could definitely go for a roll…so where’s the hay? Oh, not that kind of roll. A cinnamon roll would be out of the question too, wouldn’t it? I’m game for any kind of roll that doesn’t involve a flight of stairs.

Me: How about we take a break and you can tell us about your newest book release?

A.B.: Gladly! The latest book is called “Shirtazia”. The hobgoblin, Shirtazia, is living a peaceful life among mortals when her instinct to reproduce surfaces with murderous results. Bounty hunter for the gods Jared Club is sent to investigate and stop the hobgoblin before folklore becomes fact. The only problem is that hobgoblins can change their appearance so the hunter has no idea who he is looking for. Can he stop the hobgoblin before she kills again or will he become one of her victims?

Me: Sounds interesting!

A.B.: Here’s a little snippet:

Rolanda watched from behind the computer register table as the man in the grey duster and greyish fedora crossed the street. What a strange person, she thought to herself, pleasant and quite knowledgeable, but strange.

“Who was that?”

Rolanda jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She turned to see Shay-Lynn standing in the doorway of the back room.

“Oh, Shay-Lynn, you startled me!” she said with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t realise you were here already.”

Shay-Lynn took several steps toward the woman, repeating her query. Rolanda explained the man had simply asked questions about herbs around the shop and what their uses could be for. For her part, she supplied vague clues of the witchcraft potential of the herbs, which, she opined, the man didn’t seem surprised to hear. It wouldn’t have come as a surprise, Rolanda added, if the man knew more about some of the plants, particularly the ones not locally grown than she did herself.

Shay-Lynn attempted to pick up images from the other’s mind through their connected auras without success. Dark thoughts began to fill Shay-Lynn. Could the sister of her sweet Brenda be capable of blocking her, from letting her see what she wanted to know? Did Rolanda know something or have a seed of doubt about Shay-Lynn planted ready to sprout by that man? The man certainly was not a random window shopper, he had come to the shop with something in mind. It could not be a coincidence that for over five minutes the two of them stood chatting beside the four very bags of herbs that she used in the hamlet’s watershed, or as she preferred to call it, stupor soup. The hobgoblin cursed the heavy curtain that muffled the conversation between the two. She needed to know what was said, specifically what the man or whatever he was, had said.

The man, Shay-Lynn’s mind continued to replay his image repeatedly, wasn’t human. She knew that he wasn’t. When she first came through the back door of the shop and heard Rolanda speaking with someone out front she had increased her shimmering six-fold, so quick that even she had not been able to see her reflection in the mirror by the big wash basin, yet she saw as she was peeking out that he had seen her. She then tried to trickle some of his aural energy, but it had not just been blocked but repelled. A human wasn’t capable of that. Whatever he was, he could prove to be a threat to her search for a cure for her condition.

Shay-Lynn’s brows furrowed, her lips puffed out. Rolanda asked what was wrong.

Shay-Lynn decided that she couldn’t chance any information the man may have said giving Rolanda a curiosity of those plants, she was sure that the mixture would not show up on any internet search. However, if Rolanda decided to experiment with the herbs, and survived, it could expose Shay-Lynn for what she was. Shay-Lynn knew of only one other option to free Rolanda of any resistance to her questions. Swooning. She was sure that Brenda would not be too upset if she ever found out that Shay-Lynn had to seduce her lover’s sister but it was a matter of survival for the both of them. What would Rolanda do if she found out that Shay-Lynn was a hobgoblin? What would Rolanda do if she figured out that Shay-Lynn was not the daughter of a childhood playmate, but the same person? What would Rolanda do if she uncovered that Brenda and Shay-Lynn have been lovers all these years? Who would she tell? What would happen to not only Shay-Lynn but to Brenda?

Shay-Lynn was sure that Brenda would understand the necessity of the action. The problem was how to get Rolanda to let her guard down enough that Shay-Lynn could get intimate with her. The woman was infuriatingly in love with her husband.  She had tried to drop subtle hints to the woman of re-exploring the experiments of her youth but they had fallen on deaf ears. There was no time to lead Rolanda into an agreeable mood. Soon, Ted Kopek would be back from the loam deposit with a load of pots ready for seedlings.  Once reunited with her love, any such thoughts would be lost. It would mean that the opportunity would be lost until the next day and by then, it may be too late. How was she going to swoon the woman in such little time? Shay-Lynn shifted her weight from one side to one side. There was a dull thunk as her carry-all hit the edge of the table.

The jar! Shay-Lynn had not found an opportunity to use her experiment yet. The trap-liners had been in town for the past couple of days and they required no prodding to stir their appetite for what she offered as dinner. She reached into her carry-all, feeling for the baby jar that she had quarter-filled with the breast pump and broke the tight seal. She unscrewed the cap and with her thumb, pushed the lid off before she brought the jar out of the bag, setting it idly on the table. Rolanda looked at the jar curiously.

Shay-Lynn’s demeanour changed. The seriousness had given way to a shy smile.

“It’s just that he looked scary,” the teen said. “I thought maybe he was going to hurt you.”

Shay-Lynn took Rolanda’s hands into her own.

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I like you, Mrs. Kopek. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Shay-Lynn, but you shouldn’t worry too much about an old Betty like me,” the woman said kindly as she patted the top of the woman’s hand. “I do know how to take care of myself.”

Shay-Lynn blushed and turned her head.

“I know, but still…” Shay-Lynn slipped her hand from the woman’s and began to play with the collar of Rolanda’s blouse, “I still have to, you know, try…” She was watching the other woman’s eyes intently for signs of dilation. The woman was fluttering her eyes often, trying to focus, and it made Shay-Lynn smile. Shay-Lynn moved her hand from her collar to the top button of her blouse.

Me: I’m sure readers can’t wait to read more! You know, Gymnastics was my first passion, and then I found writing. What are your passions other than writing?

A.B.: I love designing things and then building them.  There is nothing like seeing something to completion. I also love just walking around, being utterly lost to the clouds and trees.

Me: Sounds peaceful. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to do in life but haven’t yet?

A.B.: I’ve always wanted to write a screenplay and see how someone else interprets what I see in my head.

Me: I wish you all the best with your endeavors!

A.B.: Thank you for having me! And please visit with me at all the other places I hang out:

http://www.extasybooks.com/a-b-thomas/

https://anthonybthomas.blogspot.ca

https://abthomasblog.wordpress.com/author/anthonybthomas/

Twitter: @ABThomas69

Facebook:ABThomasAB

 

Book 5 in the Star Crosses series – SUMMER HEAT!

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On the heels of one battle, Kayla and Kaleb race to aid their new friend Peggy Periwinkle. They discover her shop in shambles, and Kaleb senses at the heart of the attack a presence he hasn’t felt in a long time—a childhood friend who had disappeared when he was young. The news sends him reeling, and he disappears on Kayla to process what he’s learned.
Worried Kaleb has gone on a renegade mission, Kayla seeks comfort and answers with her new friend Peggy. Together they devise a plan to find Kaleb and the man responsible for the destruction to her shop.

New friendships forged, old connections strengthened, and the past gets cleared in their Hearts. As Shadow brings the heat to their summer, Kayla and Kaleb fight back with the only weapon strong enough to defeat the darkness—Love.

EXCERPT:

Kaleb stood in the middle of Kayla’s back lawn, fists clenched at his side, body rigid, seething with rage. Growling, his gaze zeroed in on Ahren who crouched inside an energetic cage. The makeshift prison had Kayla’s signature all over it.

Pride surged up inside him at her handiwork. Love slithered in between the anger like sunrays through cloud cover. He grimaced in pain as his Light fought off the darkness. Shuddering, he refocused on Ahren, rage once more burning bright.

Snarling, Ahren crawled on the ground like a caged beast. Kaleb answered in kind, then pointed a finger at his brother. “We settle this now!”

Ahren swiped out a hand, fingertips grazing his prison of Light. A crackling sound filled the air around them. “Tell them to let me out and it will be my pleasure!”

“Do it!” Kaleb roared, addressing the guardians who had now come to stand as a barrier between him and Ahren.

Murmured discussion travelled round the group, further agitating the two men itching to fight. Through the red haze of his anger, Kaleb caught snippets of their conversation.

“We need to keep them apart until they’re fully healed,” Dawn said.

“I agree,” Marabel concurred.

“We’ll make sure they don’t hurt each other,” Trey put in, smoothing back his blonde hair.

“And one of you get Kayla,” Henry said. “Perhaps she can get him to see reason.”

“No!” Kayla’s shout caused everyone to turn in her direction. With slow, deliberate steps she walked down the porch stairs and onto the lawn. Ahren’s prison disappeared with a wave of her hand.

Ahren jumped to his feet with a howl of triumph. Kaleb noted the wild gleam in his eyes, and conjured a fireball to hurl at his friend. He wouldn’t allow the other man to escape until they’d settled their score. Years ago, Kaleb had felt abandoned by his friends, and anger at the Universe for the unfairness of his lot in life bubbled up from the bottom of his heart. Since that moment, he’d sought to protect those he cared about so they wouldn’t have reason to leave. A desperate move on his part, and it was time to unleash his fury.

Kaleb’s attention was diverted from the inner workings of his Egoic mind when Ahren rounded on Kayla. “You’re an idiot,” Ahren spat in her direction. “You think I’ll stick around now that I’m free?”

Once more, anger overrode Kaleb’s consciousness. Protect her at all costs. He wouldn’t allow Ahren to hurt anyone else, especially Kayla. He raised his arm with the intention to release the fireball directly at his old friend.

Without batting an eye, or looking in his direction, Kayla raised a hand and brought her fingers together in a closing motion, distinguishing Kaleb’s fireball. He blinked in surpriseattempting to conjure more in the palms of his hands, but he couldn’t do it. Mumbled chanting reached his ears, and he glanced over to the porch where Peggy stood as if in a trance. Somehow she’d blocked his powers with her magic.

With her attention still on Ahren, Kayla addressed him, her voice calm, cool, and collected. “Calling me an idiot is passing judgment.”

Ahren snarled in response, and advanced on her. Waving her hand, she threw up a wall of energy between them. The force of it struck Ahren, and he crumpled to his knees. Panting, he glanced up at her, expression wary.

Kaleb watched as she crouched down in front of him, and said, “All four of you—go. Margaret and I have this.”

Cautious agreement travelled round the group of guardians, but nevertheless, they stepped aside, and walked together toward the back porch.

“Now,” Kayla went on, speaking to Ahren again. “We will do this my way.”

“The hell we will,” Ahren growled.

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Winter of Discontent – Now available in Audio!

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Now available in audio!

The art of deception will lead back to the truth. After experiencing a little bump in the road, Kayla and Kaleb are stronger than ever. But they are about to encounter their biggest challenge yet. Kaleb is determined to teach Kayla the art of teleporting her body safely from one place to another. However, her frustration lands her in a parallel life. Much to his dismay, he discovers she has traded places with an even sassier version of herself, and her alter ego is on a mission to seduce him.

Meanwhile, Kayla discovers her mistake, and is now faced with fighting off the advances of a Kaleb whose dark desires spark an answering interest inside of her. Determined to remain faithful to the true Kaleb who shares her heart, she must use deception to escape in order to return to her correct time. Will these star-crossed lovers be able to deceive their alter egos long enough to set things right, or will they get lost in their baser desires?

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New Release by Author Carolyn Wren!

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Please welcome Carolyn Wren to the blog to showcase her new release – Empathy! For anyone who comments, you will be entered to win a $5 Secret Cravings Voucher! Please don’t forget to leave your email address so the author can contact you if your name is chosen.
Carolyn Wren is the award winning author of the romantic suspense series, The Protectors.
Having spent her working life as a book-keeper and finance officer for international companies, she discovered a passion for fiction writing in 2009. Assuming it was some sort of mid-life crisis, she kept it a secret for six months. In an impulsive move, she entered The Emerald, a prestigious writing contest for unpublished authors run by the Romance Writers of Australia. Much to her utter shock, she won it. This was followed shortly after by a finalist placing in the unpublished division of the International Daphne Du Maurier Awards for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense.
After braving a submission letter to Secret Cravings Publishing, her debut published work Diplomat’s Daughter (Protectors Book 1) won the RWA ‘Ella’ award for novella of the year.
To date, The Protectors series has received four award nominations, resulting in two trophies.
Carolyn’s other works include a very naughty ghost erotic novella Ghosts of Grace Cottage that she wrote during a stormy winter day. Her new series, the murder mystery urban fantasy Emotional Chains is her latest writing obsession.
When not in front of the computer, you’ll find Carolyn glued to the TV. She loves classic 1960s spy dramas, and is a self-confessed sci-fi geek who owns every single Star Trek, Dr Who, and Buffy dvd ever made.
She lives in the hills of Western Australia with a husband she adores, and a varied assortment of native wildlife.
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What if you could sense the emotions of everyone around you?
What if you fell in love with someone you’d never even met?
Blurb
Oliver Lord belongs to one of three special families, empaths who feel emotions as a physical sense. Quiet and reserved, and accustomed to keeping his abilities hidden, Oliver is drawn inexorably to a woman he’s never met. The woman who made his brother’s last year of life so happy.
When Zoe Daniels, talented sculptor, loses her fiancé before their wedding, she can’t imagine finding love again, until she meets Jasper’s unknown brother, a man so different, yet so achingly familiar to the man she adored. What is Oliver’s secret, and why is he so determined to keep her at arm’s length?
A violent kidnapping and murder forces the empaths from the shadows to seek justice for one of their own. Oliver turns to Zoe, needing her comfort and love. Can she accept him for who he is?
Oliver and two powerful empathic friends need to track down the kidnappers before they strike again, but how do you solve a murder, when your only clue is emotion?

Excerpts
Zoe sat with her back to the tree as she always did, knees drawn up. Thin cords dangled from her ears, attached to the smart phone at her hip. Her feet tapped out a rhythm to a tune Oliver couldn’t hear. She put down the book in her hands and tilted her head to the dappled sunlight peeking through the branches. A smile lit her face as the beams played like mischievous children on her closed eyelids. The old forest was lush and vibrant, a calm oasis of another age. Jasper had always loved spending time here, lost in the peace and quiet. No doubt he’d brought Zoe here. That she’d feel close to him in this isolated place they’d shared was understandable.
Oliver shut his eyes and reached out to read her. If he looked deep inside, he could find the essence of the brother he missed so much. He tried not to. The first time it had seemed an intrusion, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. She was warmth and goodness. Her calm was a soothing balm to his nerves and a link to a beloved lost sibling. He indulged himself and took a tiny moment. She’ll never know.
“Why don’t you come out from behind that tree?”
Oliver’s eyes flew open at the sound of her voice. He’d not planned on being seen, and normally when he chose that option, he wasn’t. It was a simple, foolproof empathic trick, one he’d been able to do since childhood. Remaining silent and unmoving, he projected a low level of emotion in her direction. Disinterest. Indifference. Boredom. Every gentle empathic nudge was designed to increase her need to walk away and not look back.
She continued to talk as she stood. Brushing leaves from her trousers, she walked toward him with determination in her blue eyes. “If you keep lurking, it just looks suspicious.”
The moment their gazes met, he caught a flare of something. Surprise? Confusion? Oliver regained his composure. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I was enjoying the sunshine. You looked as if you were deep in thought. I didn’t want to disturb your privacy.”
“What about all the other times? Were you concerned about my privacy then, too?”
She’d noticed him before? Oliver’s much vaulted confidence of his own abilities took a distinct dive. “I’m sorry. It’s a pleasant spot, somewhere I enjoy and find calming.” Only because you’re here. “I won’t intrude on your peace any longer.”
“Do I know you?” She tilted her head to one side. The filtered sun caught the blonde strands of her short feathered haircut, making them shine.
“No.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“No.”
“May I ask you another question?”
Oliver frowned. “Of course?”
“Why are you lying to me? And who were you to Jasper?”
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She sighed and leaned forward. “I’m about to tell you something. I would appreciate it if you’d listen with an open mind, because it’s going to shock you.”
Mike mirrored her position, leaning his elbows on the table. “Very little shocks me these days, Miss Baron.”
“I prefer Meredith, or Merri.”
He inclined his head in acknowledgement. “If you have information on this case, I need to hear it.”
She fiddled with the spoon from her chocolate. The first non-confident move he’d seen her make. “I think Freddy may have been killed because of abilities he had.”
“Abilities?”
“Freddy was empathic. He could feel emotions as a physical sense.”
Mike sagged, fighting a keen sense of disappointment and a growing anger. He thought they were on to something, but no. She was one of those loopy new-age nut jobs—a very beautiful new-age nut job.
“You don’t believe me.”
Mike shoved his coffee cup aside. “No, I don’t believe you, and if you’ve finished wasting my time, I have real work to do.”
“Wait,” she said as he stood.
“I’m a busy man, Miss Baron.”
“What happened in the alley?”
Mike hesitated with his palms flat on the table. “Nothing.”
“Liar. You had a panic attack.”
“Fine. I had a panic attack. I work ninety hours a week on a good week. I don’t eat or sleep properly, and I see a lot of terrible things. Sometimes the stress gets to me, okay?”
“I did it.”
“Bull dust.”
“This would be so much easier if you just believed me, but I see I’m going to have to prove it.”
“Prove what?” A rush of pure erotic heat raced through Mike’s body and headed straight between his legs. He sat down with a thud as those same limbs turned into wet noodles.
She leaned further across the table. “It’s funny, isn’t it, how we accept some emotions as a normal part of our daily life? Fear, pain, worry, anger, anxiety, guilt? We put them down as a standard occurrence caused by traffic jams, a suspicious person in our peripheral vision, a horrendous story on the evening news. You know what I mean, all sorts of things. But, sexual excitement? Desire? Lust? Arousal? Those we can’t explain away quite so easily, can we, detective?”
Her voice was a husky edged blade running over his skin. Heat. His whole body was a mass of pulsing aroused heat. Mike fought the almost uncontrollable urge to jerk his hips forward and sink into soft firm flesh. I’m having sex. Jesus, I feel like I’m having sex. All of the sensations were there. A series of highly carnal scenarios ran though his mind like a movie. Supple limbs wrapping around his, warm silky skin rubbing against him, moist lips panting with hot breath, fanning his face. His erection pressed against his zipper, and even that was unreasonably erotic. Mike was lost in a sensual storm, held captive by luminous blue eyes. The pressure built in his lower back, culminating in a blast of sensation, a tightening of his groin. Christ, I’m going to come.
Meredith broke eye contact, relaxed back in her chair, and picked up her hot chocolate.
Mikes impending orgasm, and all the associated sensations, vanished. He slumped against the table, heaving in great lungful’s of air. “Jesus Christ!”
“Nope. Just me.”
He gaped at her, his fingers curled into claws against the solid wood, and heart beating in double time. “What are you?”
The look she gave him was a mixture of exasperation and annoyance. “I’m not a what. I’m an empath. What do you say? Are you willing to listen to me now?”
“Yes,” he said, through a clenched jaw.
“Good.” She slid a gilt edged business card toward him, before standing and hitching a leather bag on her shoulder. “My place at eight tonight, address is on the card. Be prepared to listen. Oh, and Stone, drink your coffee. You look like you need it.”

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New Release! Winter of Discontent – Star Crossed Book 3

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Thanks for stopping by to read an excerpt! At some retailers it is listed as erotic romance, but it’s not, and they give the flame rating higher than it actually is based on the excerpts. It’s a fun series where the romance is in the interaction between the characters, not between the sheets. 🙂  Buy links are at the end of the post.

STAR CROSSED Series Book 3 – Winter of Discontent

The art of deception will lead back to the truth.

After experiencing a little bump in the road, Kayla and Kaleb are stronger than ever. But they are about to encounter their biggest challenge yet.

Kaleb is determined to teach Kayla the art of teleporting her body safely from one place to another. However, her frustration lands her in a parallel life. Much to his dismay, he discovers she’s traded places with an even sassier version of herself, and her alter ego is on a mission to seduce him.

Meanwhile, Kayla discovers her mistake, and is now faced with fighting off the advances of a Kaleb whose dark desires spark an answering interest inside of her. Determined to remain faithful to the true Kaleb who shares her heart, she must use deception to escape in order to return to her correct time.

Will these star-crossed lovers be able to deceive their alter egos long enough to set things right, or will they get lost in their baser desires?

Excerpt:

Kaleb rushed over to Kayla’s sanctuary—a circular hedgerow in her back yard where she performed rituals to thank nature or pay tribute to the Lord and Lady of the Light—in time to see a woman exit. He stopped short. The woman shared Kayla’s physical features, but had blonde hair instead of chestnut-colored. She wore a thick grey sweater and tights, not at all dressed for the weather.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“It’s me, Karla.” The woman giggled, launching herself at him.

“Uh, Karla?” He caught her in his arms, and she proceeded to squeeze him tight, then rub her body all over his. Surprised at her affection, he held her away at arm’s length. “What are you doing?”

Purring in a seductive manner, she stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “Oh, let’s go inside and play some more. Hide and seek is always fun, but I know what else you like.” She began removing her sweater.

“Whoa, whoa,” he said, steering her toward the house. “We can play later. Let’s go inside and have some tea. And we’ll talk.” Whoever this woman was, it wasn’t Kayla. Or was it Kayla, and she’d done something to herself on transport? Crap. He’d never heard of anything like this happening before.

She made another sad, pouty face. “Talking?” She sidled up next to him, brushing her breasts against his side. Her face brightened. “Oh, you mean talking! You’re gonna tell me what game we’re playing next.”

Bewildered, he eyed her like an exotic beast. His Kayla would never act so ditzy. “Um, yes,” he said, a cautious note in his voice. “We’re going to play a game.” He put an arm around her shivering frame. “Let’s pretend, I don’t remember any of the games we play, and you have to tell me.”

She clapped her hands together. “Okay!” She nibbled a fingernail, stumbling as he led her up the back porch steps. “How did you make it so cold?”

“Uh, a trick I learned.” He opened the door, and guided her into the kitchen.

“Oh, I know!” She spun to face him, walking backward.

“Yes?” He encouraged her, guiding her to sit in a chair at the island situated in the middle of the room.

Her eyes widened with adoration. “We could play the game where you tie me to the bed and—” She grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him in close to speak into his ear.

The heat of her breath on his skin, coupled with the heat from her suggestion as to what he should do to her while tied to the bed, caused him to blush all fifty shades of red, never mind the erection he willed to keep at bay.

“Wow, that is a good idea,” he said, praying he didn’t sound over-enthusiastic. “A really good idea, but, um, what else?”

She put her fingertips to her lips to ponder. Kaleb stripped off his gloves and set them on the counter. He unzipped his jacket, and wandered over to set the kettle on to boil. While he and Kayla hadn’t taken their relationship to the physical level, it’s not like he hadn’t pondered a few ideas of his own for when the time came. This woman’s suggestions were making him think things he didn’t feel were wise, especially considering their physical likeness.

“Well, we are in the kitchen. We could play the game where you bend me over the counter and spank me with the wooden spoon. I like that game,” she said, her tone all throaty and seductive.

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Jodi Redford – Kissin’ Hell Blog Tour!

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Kissin’ Hell Blog Tour ~ A brand spankin’ new That Old Black Magic spin-off series.

Oct. 15th

 

Goodreads Link:

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23349065-kissin-hell?from_search=true

 

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Synopsis:

 

There are two certainties in life soul collector and hellhound Jericho Stryker knows too well—Death never takes a holiday, and women are typically more
trouble than they’re worth. That goes double for his personal nemesis and regular pain in his backside, Lola McKenna. Sure, the luscious little hellcat
gets his blood boiling in more ways than one, but some scratches are best left un-itched. That determination is strained to the max when a botched soul
acquisition job lands him on the same case as Lola.

 

Fetching a stubborn soul from a haunted bordello should be a piece of cake. Unfortunately for Lola, she has to deal with Jericho horning in on her bounty.
Attempting to keep her cool and her wits around her sinfully sexy adversary? Easier said than done. Especially when she finds herself locked overnight with
Jericho. Not strangling him before sunrise? A faint possibility. Ignoring the lusty, depraved sexual fantasies he awakens in her? A snowball’s chance in
hell of happening. But worse of all is the very real possibility that he could steal the one thing she most fears losing to him—her heart.

 

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Excerpt:

Jericho gave the ceiling one last baleful glare before shifting his focus to Lola. She was staring straight ahead, her succulent, glossy lips parted in
awe. Frowning, he followed her gaze. And blinked.

The sofa and subdued antique furnishings of Dahlia’s apartment had vanished. In fact, he wasn’t even certain they were in her suite anymore.
Across from them stood an enormous canopy bed. In addition to the sinful depictions of erotic sex acts carved into the bed posts there were velvet ropes
that he suspected had nothing to do with tying back the curtains. The nearby night table held an intriguing assortment of bottled oils, dildos, and a
feather tickler. He panned his attention back to Lola and noticed she was also gaping at the accoutrements. Her cheeks adopting a pretty rosy-pink hue, she
peeked at him before quickly looking away.

He stalked to the bed and poked at the lace spread covering it. “Where in the damn hell are we?”

“My guess—one of the bordello rooms.”

Yeah, he suspected as much too. Still didn’t explain how they got there. Okay, maybe he didn’t know precisely how, but he sure as shit knew who
was responsible for the change of scenery. “I’m going to wring that fucking ghost’s neck.”

He waited for Lola to add her agreement to that plan. When she remained mute he turned his head to see why she was giving him the silent treatment. He
nearly swallowed his tongue at the vision greeting him.

She stood stock still in front of him, gaping down at the eye-popping carnal red corset and garter set adorning her mouthwatering body.

A strangled sound attempted to make its way from his throat but croaked out as a “Gah” instead.

Lola’s head jerked up and she stared at him. “I have no idea how she did this.”

That made two of them. Though truthfully, he was feeling infinitely more charitable toward Dahlia than he had a moment ago. “That color looks good on you.”

She double blinked. “What?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m just sayin’, she picked the right outfit for you.”

Lola’s mouth twitched. “I guess she would know. Being an expert and all. I wonder why she didn’t do anything with your clothes though?”

“I’m a guy.”

“So? A nice pair of leather assless chaps would fit right in here.” She waved to their erotic surroundings.

He grimaced. “Don’t say that out loud.”

She chuckled. “Worried Dahlia might overhear?”

“Hell yes.”

Lola pivoted and sashayed toward the door. His eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he took in the seductive jiggle of her heart-shaped ass. Day-um,
mama had back and then some. His hound salivating, Jericho imagined massaging those gorgeous globes while he rode her from behind. Cock thickening in his
briefs, he wiped the drool from his chin.

Lola tried the door again before sighing in defeat. “I don’t think we have any option but to teleport.”

He arched his brows. “You’re going to go ghosthunting in that getup?”

“Trust me, not my first choice,” she replied wryly.

He certainly wasn’t against the idea of getting to see her prance around in her wicked skimpies, but he didn’t want to subject her to any embarrassment or
a chill. Plus there was the small fact that he’d be a walking boner advertisement every time he looked at her. He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it
to her. She accepted the garment with obvious surprise and a dazzling smile.


He had a moment to mourn the lost view of her knockout tits before she tugged the jacket in place and grabbed his hand, twining her fingers with his.
Recalling the unsteadying turbulence she’d experienced on their last flight, he wrapped an arm around her waist. His hand ghosted to the small of her back,
tucking her closer to him. His fingers rested in the dip of her tailbone, barely brushing the top of her bikini bottoms. Sticky sweat rolled down his back.
They stared at each other, their ragged breaths mingling. Several seconds ticked by. She licked her lips and he tracked the motion with rapt interest.

She swallowed hard. “Nothing’s happening.”

Not entirely true. Something was definitely happening behind the fly of his jeans, and his hound was whining to be let out to play as a result.

“I-I think she somehow disabled our teleport links.”

He nodded. “Told ya ghosts are nothing but pains-in-the-asses.”

“We need to find another way out of here.”

He nodded again. “Fuck yeah we do.”

“That portal isn’t going to close itself.”

“Nope.” He shivered a little bit when Lola curled her arm around his neck and sifted her fingers through his hair.

She bit her lip. “We should—”

“Fuck.” He spit out the word, both as a curse and a desperate suggestion, right before he crushed her mouth under his.

Author Bio:

At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much,
but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more
heat.

 

She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.

When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.

 

Author links:

Website http://jodiredford.com/

 

Blog http://jodiredford.blogspot.com

 

Group Blog http://www.lustwithalaugh.com

 

Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Redford/e/B002YUEZ0U

 

Facebook profile https://www.facebook.com/jodi.redford.3

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jodiredford

Giveaway with Eden Glenn!

Read about two of her newest releases and comment for a chance to win one of three of her titles: Emma’s New Year, Shifter’s Legacy, OR Dragon Guardian!

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Emma’s New Year by Eden Glenn

Publisher: Rebel Ink Press www.rebelinkpress.com

Contemporary F/F Short Novellette

Emma Reed needs a change from her stale boring straight life. Her lesbian friend drags her to a gay New Year’s Eve dance. There she meets butchy El Westin, out of her league and out of her comfort zone. The unexpected kiss at midnight makes Emma’s outlook start to sparkle and get interesting again. Emma has a choice to make. Is this a night of possibilities influenced by the magic of a borrowed amethyst necklace or is it a resolution in the making?

Emma’s New Year available July 10 from all fine Ebook sites.  Go to author’s webpage for links to your favorite ebook vendors.

Other F/F Erotic Romance written by Eden Glenn

Contemporary: “Beverly’s Secret”; Paranormal: “Dar’kind Promises”, “Phoenix Reborn”

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Novella M/F/M Menage’ Erotic Paranormal Romance The complications of the birth of their first child, demands of mothering and keeping her wolf rescue running leaves Addison feeling less like a sexy mate and more like a saggy mom. Duncan’s stranded in the quaint (er…hole in the wall) north Florida town waiting on a part to repair his motorcycle. Addison and her curvy little ass are a significant interruption to his fence building chores. Nathan, her husband, purchases an amethyst pendant from Salynne’s Crystals and Thyme and whether magic or chemistry, Sparks ignite between the three of them.

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BIO

Eden is a multi published author of  erotic romance stories: GLTB, M/M (Male/Male); F/F (Female/Female); Menage’ (M/F/M & M/M/F and M/F/F; M/F/M/M; and Hot Hot Hot M/F) in a variety of subgenres: historic, contemporary, and paranormal.

She and her partner “the Lady Librarian” live in the eastern lee of the smoky mountains outside of Asheville, NC in a quaint southern home they’ve named Misselthwaite. Their household is owned by a cat and a lovable nuisance of a dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. When she’s not writing she enjoys being Garden Goddess and exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains on her motorcycle.

Other Menage titles by Eden Glenn:  “Raynia’s Magic” (contemporary); “Dragon Guardian” (paranormal). Links to your favorite E-book/print vendor may be found at Eden’s website.

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Romance So Hot It Burns Off The Page

Dragon Guardian by Author Eden Glenn

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Vol 1 of Drakins of Wyrmarach Novel M/F/M Menage’ Erotic Paranormal Romance. Wren, Cathwren Aldridge, is catapulted into a steamy relationship with twin brothers Ethan and Caleb Monroe quite by accident when she falls through her stairs. She discovers nothing is what is seems and she may be foreordained by their Goddess for more. She’s not chosen to be Queen of some small European country but a world in another dimension, a world of dragon shape shifters. Evil stalks Wren, and it’s up to Caleb and Ethan to protect her while they figure out just what she is. Is she the one they’ve hoped for to unite them in their journey to the throne? Or will the strangeness of the truths they tell her drive her onto a path of self-discovery leaving them bound to a woman they can never have, The Dragon Guardian. AMAZON IN PAPERBACK OR KINDLE Print Copies are Also Available for immediate purchase at Blue Ridge Books in Waynesville, NC and City Lights Book Store in Sylva, NC or locate other fine Indy Booksellers near you via this Shop Indy Bookstores logo – link! Barnes and Noble Books A Million
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BIO
Eden is a multi published author of erotic romance stories: LGBT, M/M (Male/Male); F/F (Female/Female); Menage’ (M/F/M & M/M/F and M/F/F; M/F/M/M; and Hot Hot Hot M/F) in a variety of subgenres: historic, contemporary, and paranormal.
She and her partner “the Lady Librarian” live in the eastern lee of the smoky mountains outside of Asheville, NC in a quaint southern home they’ve named Misselthwaite. Their household is owned by a cat and a lovable nuisance of a dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. When she’s not writing she enjoys being Garden Goddess and exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains on her motorcycle.

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Other Menage’ titles by Eden Glenn
Novellas: Raynia’s Magic; Shifter’s Legacy
Coming soon from the worlds of Wyrmarach:
Dragon Betrayal (free read Novella) Erotic M/F Paranormal
Dragon Emergence Novella Erotic M/M Paranormal
Dragon Mark Vol 2 of Drakins of Wyrmarach The Story of Wren, Caleb and Ethan continues

Indulge Your Guilty Pleasure In Time for Summer!

To celebrate the release of GUILTY AS SIN and SOLSTICE SURPRISE which came out a month apart, I want to have a GIVEAWAY!!!

To enter, all you have to do is follow the Rafflecopter instructions. You can enter every day until the giveaway ends!

Since my work schedule is about to change, I’m making it my mission to make a dent in my TBR pile this summer 🙂 Here’s what’s on my list:

1. It Happened One Wedding by Julie James

2. Checking it Twice by Jodi Redford

3. Meant to Be, Up to the Challenge and Home to Stay by Terri Osborn – all in the Anchor Island Novel series

4. One Year to Forever by Lori Leger 

Tell me what’s on your list?

I hope you consider adding one of my books to your pile! My newest ones with excerpts are listed below. One is erotic romance, the other paranormal sweet 🙂 Two great stories, a little something for everyone!

Guilty As Sin

When it comes to the woman he loves, he’s as guilty as sin.

EROTIC ROMANCE:

Sinclair sucked in a breath as the top snagged on her beaded nipples for a second, the built-in bra dissolving as the shirt slid down her torso. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, believe me, I want to.” Cherie wriggled her hips, and in a dull swish of clothing, jeans, shirt and panties pooled on the floor at her feet.

His erection grew as his eyes roamed over her body from head to toe. Nude, she posed in front of him, one hand on jutted hip. He watched her breasts rise and fall with each panting breath. She lifted her chin, and he took the hint, unzipping his jeans, and sliding the material down over his hips, lifting his ass to remove them altogether. He lowered himself into the seat a little more, cock straining against his boxer briefs.

She tilted her head in a coy gesture. “It’s not a fair fight.”

With a chuckle, he stripped off his underwear, allowing his cock to spring to attention. The scent of her arousal wafted over to him, assaulting his senses. He extracted a condom from the wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, and rolled it down his dick.

Swaying her hips, she sauntered toward him, and reached for his T-shirt. He lifted his arms for her to take it off.

His arms circled her waist. “Come here, baby.”

An ear-to-ear grin on her face, Cherie climbed onto his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, hands resting on his shoulders.

Sinclair gripped her hips, guiding her pussy until she was poised over his cock which strained to get inside her. He searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “You sure?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” She lowered her hips until the plump head of his cock probed her slick entrance. Her hot, wet pussy melted around his hard shaft as he slid home. Her head tipped back, eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

“Fuck, baby.” Sinclair panted, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his tongue licking a path along the ridge and up the column of her throat. He resisted the urge to flip her to her back and fuck her like an animal in heat. “I’ve missed you.”

The tears shining in her eyes tugged at his heart. “I’ve missed you, too, Sin,” she whispered, using the nickname she’d given him as a play on his fighting name, “Sinister Three”.

“Ride me, Sweetheart. Now.”

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Destiny is never what you imagine.

PARANORMAL ROMANCE:

When they reached the creek edge which ran through the property where Kaleb lived they stopped, huffing and puffing from their efforts. Kayla glanced at Kaleb and he nodded. In silence, they picked up skipping stones, and proceeded to skim them across the water.

Did Dawn ever tell you the kissing hand story? Kayla directed her thoughts into Kaleb’s head.

Kaleb threw a rock into the middle of the creek, watching the ensuing splash, counting the ripples. Curious, he tilted his head and nodded at Kayla to continue.

Marabel said that when we have to leave people we can kiss their hand and then they carry our love with them.

Intrigued, Kaleb squinted at his friend. Really?

Kayla nodded. Uh-huh.

Does it work?

Marabel said so. She wouldn’t lie.

Kaleb sighed. I don’t want you to leave.

Kayla shrugged. I have to some times. So do you. We always come back.

Kaleb hung his head. I know. But I don’t like it when you’re gone.

Me neither. Kayla threw a rock as hard as she could to see how far it would go. She nodded in satisfaction when it almost reached the other side of the creek. Marabel keeps telling me I have things to learn. I don’t know what she means.

Something about work. Kaleb’s voice grumbled inside her head.

That’s all the grown-ups talk about—work, Love, Light. Kayla tilted her face up to the sun, eyes closed, absorbing the heat into her skin. I just wanna fly!

I know you do. Kaleb chuckled inside her head. One day.

Kayla opened her eyes, and threw herself at Kaleb, wrapping her tiny arms around him. He squeezed her tight in return. Kayla broke their embrace and took hold of Kaleb’s left hand. Lifting his palm to her lips, she placed a smooshy little girl kiss in the centre. I love you.

Kaleb did the same to her hand. I love you, Kayla.

She grinned. I know.

 
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