Book Excerpt: A NEW YORK MINUTE by Ember Leigh

anewyorkminute_w9829_750-final A NEW YORK MINUTE by Ember Leigh

Filming on location in Hawaii would be Paige’s dream, if only it didn’t involve hosting alongside her professional arch nemesis—Josh Lambert, the sexiest man she’s ever sworn to hate.

“I…I wanted to see you. That was it.” Josh picked at something on the comforter, eyes darting between her face and the bed.

“Cute.” Something in the air shifted between them. Electricity snapped. This was no business ploy.

Suddenly their lips were together, though she didn’t know who moved in first. Josh pinned her to the bed, one kiss melting into a hundred more. His mouth devoured her. The scent of him descended upon her, a mixture of cologne and the outdoors and man she hadn’t expected would be so pleasing. He clutched at her desperately—her hips, her waist, the small of her back, like he was afraid she would disappear beneath him. His hard-on nudged her low hip, and her pussy clenched in response.

“Josh.” The feel of his body made her both dizzy and delirious with satisfaction. Excitement roiled beneath the surface of her skin. Dear God, you wanted this so much, Paige.

“I’ve wanted this to happen since the day I met you,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.

“So have I,” she admitted, too quickly for her own taste. He laughed, deep and gravelly. His green eyes sparkled—the mask of his professional façade had completely fallen away. She loved this real Josh above her. He was so boyish yet mature, hard-bodied yet gentle.

“But Paige, I thought you hated me.”

“What makes you think I still don’t?” She placed tiny kisses up and down the sides of his neck. Kissing him removed the veneer of his professional side, allowed her to peer behind the curtain to the soft core inside. A regular guy with power, a west coast boy with dreams. Wiping away the Hollywood lacquer revealed something even more attractive beneath.

“Well, this certainly doesn’t look like you hate me,” he whispered, fingertips  trailing down the side of her face, over the dip in her neck, making swirls in the area between her breasts.

“I’m a good actress.” She could barely control her breathing to keep her voice even. This man affected her in ways she hadn’t felt in far too long. “If I couldn’t convince you, I wouldn’t be a professional.”

He quieted her stubbornness with a kiss so tender yet passionate that a new round of shivers erupted within her. Holy crap, I’m in trouble.

“So I won’t wake up tomorrow and think this was a dream, then.” His fingertips crept beneath the fabric of her bathing suit top, so slowly she could scream. He was going slow for a reason—teasing her, maybe, but also to make sure she really wanted it.

This was the only thing she wanted right now.

The warmth of his palm grazed her breast. Their eyes met, his gaze glinting with both tenderness and something animalistic. It was something she could imagine in her own eyes, a certain brand of pleasure from having finally given into something deeply pleasurable and forbidden.

His fingertips rolled back and forth across her nipple and he caught her mouth on a gasp. Their tongues met tenderly. The feel of his body pressed against hers, his hands all over her, drove her crazier than any man had ever done before. And he hadn’t even taken off his shirt.

The heat between her legs ached for release.

“I could spend all day in here with you.” His other hand snaked around the small of her back and yanked her toward him, eliciting a gasp and a giggle. “All week, all month.”

“And what would we do in here for a full month?” Her voice wavered as his hand made a slow crawl up her thigh. “We wouldn’t have enough food to last us a week.”

His fingers tiptoed toward her bathing suit bottoms. “That’s why there’s room service.”

Book Excerpt: A VAMPIRE TO BE RECKONED WITH

avampiretobereckonedwith_w10035_medA VAMPIRE TO BE RECKONED WITH by RE Mullins

It was him. After a hiatus of ninety-eight years and giving up hope, he now stood a few feet behind her, having apparently appeared out of nowhere. Her heart stalled, she wheezed from shock, and stared into a face she’d never thought to see again.

The wretched witch had been right and her blast from the past had arrived.

The sight of her old field master set off a myriad of emotions, brutally ripping through her defenses. She stumbled through the mental minefield and each misstep sent more explosions surging through her. Hell, she’d rather face Mateo Osvaldo and his entire Toltec army than her former Orcus Master, Lucas O’Cuinn.

One errant thought kept circling back through the jumble. Why couldn’t this meeting have happened when she wasn’t looking like a drowned rat—make that a frozen, drowned rat.

“Metta,” he said her name softly, almost caressingly.

She refused to acknowledge the split second of elation the sight of him gave her. Instead she took refuge in anger as it chased at the heels of joy, clinging to the bitter resentment the long years had taught her. Of course, where he was concerned such conflicted feelings were nothing new. Their relationship had been a constant push-pull series of emotional knots.

In his larger-than-life way, he’d been both her hero and enemy.

Damn him. What was he doing there?

“Lucas O’Cuinn,” any effort to sound tough was ruined by her chattering teeth. She hoped he didn’t see the wave of hurt, guilt, and fear crushing in on her with all the raw energy and destructive force of a collapsing dam.

His eyes flashed when she’d said his name, and the sound of it hung in the air between them. When he finally spoke, however, he sounded maddeningly calm—his nod so genial they might have been nothing more than chance acquaintances passing in the park.

“I go by Luke Quinn now.” He shrugged off her questioning look, “it’s simpler. More in keeping with the times.”

Run, her mind shouted when his gaze narrowed, his expression shifting into one that didn’t bode well for her. But it was too late to flee. The little bit of good sense she had left was extinguished by emotional flood waters, and the rampaging waves ruthlessly obliterated each coherent thought in its path.

Maybe that’s why she suddenly dropped her hands to her sides in a defeated manner. Pure instinct took over when he got within striking range, and she drove her fist into his gut, surprising them both. He grunted as air shot out of his lungs, doubling his body over as he tried to catch his breath.

Her natural predisposition rushed into play, insisting she take advantage of his forward momentum and bent over posture. Almost by rote, she thrust her shoulder into his chest, at the same time grabbing his extended arm. Her knees bent forward as she seamlessly rolled him up and off her hip.

Much like that first time, his feet left the ground, and he went flying.

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Interview: RE Mullins, paranormal author

remullins-photoThough RE Mullins has resided in Oklahoma, Michigan, and Colorado, she spent the majority of her life in the beautiful southwestern portion of Missouri. It was there she earned her BA at MSSC in Joplin, MO. During the time spent surrounded by blood samples as a phlebotomist and an assistant instructor at Ozark Tech’s Continuing Education Course in phlebotomy that RE was, somehow, inspired to start her first vampire romance.

Tell us about your new release.

avampiretobereckonedwith_w10035_medA Vampire To Be Reckoned With is the third book in the: Blautsaugers of Amber Heights series. The series deals with the Blautsaugers, a powerful vampire family, though each book features a different family member. In A Vampire To Be Reckoned With we get Metta’s story. The youngest daughter might appear to be the birdbrain of the family but she’s got hidden depths and is hiding some dangerous secrets.

How important is setting to your story?

Those who know me will recognize various descriptions of different locations in my books. Grand Falls on Shoal Creek, Low Water Bridge, and the Greenway Trail to name a few of them.

Are any of your characters loosely based on people you know in real life?

No they aren’t—though several relatives don’t seem to believe me. I happen to like my brother-in-law’s name, Rassey. So I asked for and got permission to use it for one of my characters. Now I can’t convince Rassey that I’m not writing about him. However, as far as I know, he isn’t a vampire. I will also admit to once, blush-blush, naming a bad guy after an ex before killing him off with great gusto.

Do you people watch for character inspiration?

Long before I put ink to paper; I’ve always been an avid ‘people watcher’. In fact, I think I started people watching from the moment I was born.

Do you have a favorite fictional character by another author you’d like to meet?

I’ve several ‘book boyfriends’ that I’d give my eyeteeth to meet. However, fantasy is fantasy and I doubt they’d be all that dewy in real life.

What do you hope readers take away from your work?

My fondest hope is that my readers will find a bit of humor, a bit of gross-out factor, and a little toe-curling romance. I want them to be able to escape, if only for a little while, in the fantasy world I’ve created.

its-a-wonderful-undead-life-coverHave you ever written a scene that ‘creeped’ you out?

Oh, my yes, in my debut novel It’s a Wonderful Undead Life I describe my character, Cailey as she deals with her need for blood after being bitten by a vampire. Terrified and not sure what is happening to her, she finds herself driven to suck the bloody juices from the raw red meat in her refrigerator.

Do you have a favorite writing place or writing rituals?

I have a tiny office set up with a long craft table. Every inch of its surface is covered by things I consider vital to the writing process—mainly my coffee carafe and cup warmer. There’s a window which overlooks a field where deer often graze. Right beyond that is a football-field-sized pond, where I’ve seen a Great White Egret, Great Blue Heron, countless Canada Geese, and several beaver. All this wildlife has led to my FB posts which I call: View From My Writing Window.

New Release: WOUNDED AT WORK by Mitzi Pool Bridges

51cclsqjmgl-_sx311_bo1204203200_WOUNDED AT WORK by Mitzi Pool Bridges

Contemporary Romance / Released Aug 20

FBI Agent Matthew Montgomery is handed a serial killer case on the same day his worthless cousin files suit for half of the sizable Montgomery Trust. His brothers, fellow retired SEALs, dig in to help find the proof needed to thwart Matt’s cousin. Ex-Army Carrie Sullivan is a PI in the brothers’ investigative firm. She goes undercover in a missing woman case that collides with the one Matt is investigating. He wants her to back off, as she fits the profile of the serial killer’s victims. Somehow, their feelings for each other have changed from friendship to something more intense, but they have to get past obstacles, real and imagined, as they find themselves falling in love amidst a storm of evil. When Carrie is taken, she wonders if she will survive long enough to overcome the wide divide between their backgrounds to make a life together, and Matt is determined to do everything in his power to give them a chance to try

New Release: WAITING FOR THE LAIRD by Willa Blair

51odqwavt9lWAITING FOR THE LAIRD By Willa Blair

Spicy Contemporary Light Paranormal Romance / Released October 19 by The Wild Rose Press

Widow Lara MacLaren hungers for the hunky architect she hires to restore her derelict Scottish manor, but is she ready for a relationship…and is Ian ready for her twins?

Ian Paterson is eager to awaken Lara’s passionate side. Yet, if he reveals his ancestral claim to her estate, he risks losing her and his job. His clan’s history, lost over the years, may be hidden in the walls—along with a ghost waiting for the laird’s return.

When they uncover a room full of Jacobite treasure, proof of his ancestry, Ian realizes he’s out of time. If the ghost is real, it could expose his secret and destroy his romance with Lara. Ian must convince her she and her twins are the future he truly wants.”

New Release: HAUNTING HIGHLAND HOUSE by Kathryn Hills

51hbvmd8trl-_sx311_bo1204203200_HAUNTING HIGHLAND HOUSE By Kathryn Hills

Spicy Fantasy Romance / Time Travel / Released October 19 by The Wild Rose Press

Living in a haunted house and uncovering a gateway in time were not in the job description when Samantha Merrill agreed to be the property manager of Highland House. Old photos of the reclusive master of the manor captivate her, yet she’s terrified when he appears out of nowhere. How can Robert Pennington be making love to her by the parlor fireplace when he died over a century ago?

Robert Pennington is a powerful industrialist charged with caring for an ailing father, a meddling mother, and two wayward siblings. Weary of his burdens, he longs for change. Is he ready for a woman from the future?

Author Bio: The rich history and many mysteries of New England are the perfect backdrop for Kathryn’s books. Winding roads lined by old stone walls, forgotten cemeteries, grand homes with shadowy pasts…all sparks for her imagination. To learn more about this “hauntingly romantic” author visit www.kathrynhills.com.