So here’s a completely unexpected bit of good news I just received from Samhain.
The cover for Raising the Stakes was voted as the Reader’s Choice Best Cover Art for December.
Woot! How cool is that???
Thank you Scott Carpenter for designing yet another gorgeous cover!
If you wanna know more about this red-hot menage, you can check it out at the Samhain Store.
I received some cool news today.
The finalists in the 2010 Australian Romance Readers Awards were announced, and I have been nominated in 2 categories:
1) Favourite Australian Romance Author and
2) Favourite Erotic Romance – for Raising the Stakes.
The full list of finalists can be viewed on the ARRA blog here: http://australianromancereaders.wordpress.com/2011/02/14/arr-awards-2010-finalists/
That’s pretty awesome news, huh?
Color me happy.
Woot! Angela Verdenius has a new release, and I’m so excited for her, I wanna scream it to the world.
Have you met Angela yet? If not, let me tell you about this incredible Aussie author:
Angela is one of those authors who just knows how to write. She captures her characters’ essence so unbelievably well, before you know it you are a part of the book, living the story right along with her characters.
Ang is just naturally talented when it comes to story telling.
From that instant on, I was hooked on her work.
She has an incredible Sci Fi series, called Love Heart and Soul, and has established a huge following, with readers crying out for more books.
BLAST FROM THE PAST: The Blurb
When a five-thousand-year-old woman is discovered in hibernation, no one, especially the cool, calm and collected Captain Alsandair Amirov, had any idea the trouble she was going to bring once she was revived.
Emotional turmoil, a womanizing treasure hunter, the rise of a predator and, oh yes, trouble in the form of a reptilian race out to kill her…
This blast from the past was going to have an impact…big time.
Wanna know another reason I’m so excited about this new release from Angela?
Well, check out her dedication:
To Jess Dee, who got me started on writing this novella!
To Brenda Edde and Maureen De Rosario for listening to me moan, and to Theresa O’Hagan for having the biggest, softest, kitty- lovin’ heart around.
See? Of course I have to love the book.
Now, go and discover the wonderful world of Angela Verdenius for yourself!
I promise, you will never look back.
Thought I’d post a little teaser from Full House tonight.
The cover is so gorgeous (see the previous post), I think it deserves a hawt, little excerpt to go with it, don’t you?
Now, a word or two of warning:
If you’re not yet eighteen or older, do not read this. And if you’re not so partial to m/m romance… well, than this one isn’t for you.
A full house beats a pair any day.
It took a while before Trev’s eyes opened, and when they did, the dark lust seeping from them almost undid Max. How was it possible Trev could be this aroused—and Max knew when Trev was aroused, he’d spent two years studying the phenomenon—if things were complicated?
“Yes or no?” Max asked, his voice a whisper, his heart clenched in a vise. God help him, he needed Trev to say yes.
The merciless grinding of cock against cock ceased. For endless seconds neither man moved. Trev stared at Max’s mouth and Max stared at Trev’s eyes. Muted laughter filtered through the door.
His balls ached, burning with pent-up desire.
“Shit.” Trev released him with a curse and stepped away. He rubbed his groin as though in pain.
Max could relate.
“Shit,” Trev swore again and walked backward until his butt hit the bench top, then he swung around so fast he knocked over a silver bucket.
The resounding clatter of ice crashing into the sink did little to relieve the pressure in Max’s neck or dick. He breathed deep and rolled his shoulders, wishing he didn’t feel like a tightly wound coil.
“I want you to stay the night.”
Trev’s words were soft, but Max heard them. Exalted in them. “You do?”
“Christ, yes,” Trev snapped. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can hardly breathe from it.”
Joy flooded Max’s system, so intense it almost knocked him sideways.
Trev shook his head. “But you can’t.”
A blow to the nuts couldn’t have hit harder.
It took Max a good few seconds to find his voice. Recovery from rejection took time. Finally he raised his hands in acceptance, pretending everything was cool. Then he dropped them. Trev wasn’t looking his way and the effort of holding them up about killed him. “Whatever, mate. It’s your call.”
Trev spun around, disbelief blazing in his face. “Whatever?”
“Yes, no, it’s your choice.” Christ, how did he present such a calm façade when his insides were shriveling? “You said no. No worries.”
“No worries?” Trev fisted his hands at his chest.
A fighter pose or a protective one?
“No worries?” Trev said again, his voice loud in the small room. He swore and spoke more softly. “I’ve spent six fucking weeks waiting to see you again. Six weeks fantasizing about you and your damn dick, and all you can say is no worries?”
“What the fuck?” There went Max’s rational thought again. If Trev had spent six weeks fantasizing, then why the hell didn’t he want Max spending the night?
Trev glowered at him, his expression incredulous and conflicted.
Max stalked across the kitchen, getting in Trev’s face, pressing his chest against Trev’s fists, squashing them between their two bodies. “You think I don’t wanna spend the night?” There was nothing he wanted more—except perhaps a lifetime of spending the night with Trev. “You think I don’t wanna fuck you?” Wait. He didn’t. “Make love to you?” Ah, that he did. He shuffled back an inch and cupped his hand none too gently over the bulge in Trev’s pants.
Trev jerked beneath his touch and made that same animalistic sound deep in his throat.
“You think I haven’t spent the last month thinking about this?” Christ, he loved Trev’s dick. Touching it again, even over his jeans, was doing mad things to his breathing. Trev was every bit as hard as he was. “Damn it, I’m having wet dreams about you. Fucking wet dreams.” Sleeping alone in hotel rooms was no fun. Not when the huge double beds rattled with emptiness. “So don’t get pissy with me, mate. You said not tonight. Not me.”
Trev’s hands uncurled, and he turned them so his palms were pressed against Max’s chest. “I said it was complicated.” Trev closed his eyes.
Max forced his mind away from Trev’s touch, away from the cock in his hand. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I have to tell you something.”
He dropped his arm, releasing Trev’s dick. If those weren’t the deadliest words ever invented—
Full House releases at Samhain on the 12th of April, but…it’s already up for presale at Samhain.
Check it out right here.
I finally have it. My new cover.
It’s the awesome artwork from Scott Carpenter, and it is gorgeous. (Yep, even my hubby was drooling over it.)
Full House is the third book in the Three of A Kind Series.
Wanna know more about it? You can check out an excerpt at Samhain Publishing, and here is the blurb:
A full house beats a pair any day.
Three of a Kind, Book 3
It’s been a long, lonely business trip for diamond dealer Max Ashberg. He’s missed his lover like crazy, and he’s come to the realization that he’s ready to take the next step: nominate himself to be Trev’s new housemate. Except when he gets to Trev’s place, there’s someone living in “his” room. A woman—with the face of an angel.
Six weeks shouldn’t make a huge difference in a man’s life, but in that time lawyer Trev Greenfield has realized two things: He wants much more than a standing Friday night “date” with Max. And he’s falling heart-over-head for his new housemate, potter Grace Miles.
Grace never meant to fall for Trev, but when a power failure turns their chemistry into live electricity, there’s no denying the spark. There’s also no denying the shock when Grace discovers a naked man in her new home.
With Grace poised to run and Max teetering between confusion and growing lust for the delicious possibilities, Trev has his hands full trying to hold the two loves of his life together…before they slip through his fingers. Leaving them all with shattered hearts.
Product Warnings: There’s a lot of sex in this book. I mean a lot! Hot sex. Sweaty sex. Gay sex. Straight sex. Ménage sex (M/M/F and M/F/M). Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex. Sweaty romantic sex. Gay romantic sex… You getting the picture
Full house releases at Samhain on the 12th of April, BUT it’s already available there for preorder!
- Aspen Mountain Press
- Aussie authors
- Australian Romance
- Bandicoot Cove
- Barnes & Noble
- Coming Soon
- Cover art
- Currently loving
- Down Under Divas
- Eye candy
- First page of book
- Free read
- Guest bloggers
- Guest promo
- Heat Wave
- international heat
- Just for fun
- Life in general
- Musa Publishing
- new contracts
- New Releases
- Press release
- Print books
- Prize winner
- Romance Writers Australia
- Samhain new releases
- Samhain Publishing
- Self publishing
- Thursday Thirteen
- Writer friends