Romancing the Hop Blog Hop and Giveaway #romhop

Hi everybody and welcome to the

Romancing the Hop
       Blog Hop

 glad you could stop by

The rules here today are pretty simple...

Just leave me a comment below telling me what your favorite thing about Romance is and make sure to leave your email address so you can be contacted if you win!  See?  I told you, simple :)

There are over 200 authors and bloggers participating in this hop and they're each doing a giveaway of their own so make sure you better your chances of winning by stopping by and leaving a comments at each one, of course along with your email address so they can contact you if you win !

Now, besides all these great authors and bloggers giving away great stuff, we have 3 main prizes as well...wanna know what they are??

Well, take a look.....

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

Now who wouldn't want any of this great stuff huh??

 

So again, all you have to do is stop by each of the blogs in the list at the bottom of my post and leave a comment and your email address...oh and don't forget to leave a comment here for me too :)

It will get you entered in to win an Amazon $5 gift card  and your choice of one of my 4 anthologies listed below :)

 



Believe !

 

A collection of uplifting Christmas short stories from Turquoise Morning Press. Romance, inspiration, and unexpected gifts— Reminding us to simply...believe.
 Second Hand Horses by Amy LeBlancMall Magic by Cat Shaffer
Another Quirky Christmas by Tonya Kappes
Concourse Christmas by Margaret Ethridge
Love in an Elevatorby Krista Ames
Fixing Christmas by Elizabeth Chalkley
Angel on Board by Janet Eaves
The Twelve Seductive Days of Christmas by Marissa Dobson

Be Mine, Valentine......A dozen short stories of love…just as good as roses. Maybe even better! This short story collection celebrates love—young love and old, mended love, secret love, and love enduring. Twelve talented writers share stories to touch your heart and soul.

Anthology Authors:
Krista Ames, Suzanne Barrett, Elizabeth Chalkley, Marissa Dobson, Janet Eaves, Jennifer Johnson, Margaret Ethridge, Amy Le Blanc, Tracy March, Nancy Naigle, Cat Shaffer, Bobbye Terry




Summer Shorts is a collection of light romantic reads about love, life and endless summer nights.
With everything from a first kiss, to the rekindling of a long marriage, there is something for everyone. Beaches, cruises and summer days, perfect for tucking into your beach bag or your e-reader, and heading off to lie in the sun, bask in the warm breezes, and dream….enjoy.
Declarations of Dependence by Margaret Ethridge
Best Friends by Suzanne BarrettRetrieving Hope by Bobbye TerryBeach Towel by Grace GreeneFireworks by Julie Anne Lindsey
The Green House by Amie Denman
Old Devil Moon by Bobbye Terry
Surf’s Up by Krista Ames

All Bets Are On !                                       

Romance ~ Mystery ~ Murder

Some might say placing (and winning!) a win, place and show bet—a trifecta—is the triple threat of racing, and to the winner goes the spoils. In this Kentucky Derby themed short story collection, All Bets Are On! the trifecta may include romance, mystery and even murder! We’re betting you’ll find a story or two to savor as you sip a mint julep, study the daily racing form, and pick out your Derby hat. We hope you enjoy.

Remember My Love by Cheryl Norman
The Winner by Jan Scarbrough
Going The Distance by Margaret Ethridge
As Luck Would Have It by Christina Wolfer
Glynda’s Dare by Shanon Grey
Whiskey’s Sweet Revenge by Krista Ames

 

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I know I asked everyone to tell me their favorite thing about Romance but you know, I'm not even sure I can name just one thing.  Romance makes you feel all ooey gooey inside lol.  Romance makes me think of my husband actually.  He'd never admit to it but  he is absolutely a romantic at heart.  I remember when we were dating....we met online :)  We talked for two months before we ever met face to face.  I swear I lived for those texts until we worked our way up to that nerve-racking first phone call and then whew....what a voice.  To this day, I still get all fluttery when he calls me out of the blue.  He used to write poems for me, which i've kept every one and he likes to buy me those mushy cards I love.  We lived about 3 hours apart when we were dating, which was awful so once when we had plans to meet in Auburn Hills for a Piston's game, I met him at our hotel and he had a handmade card waiting for me on the bed with another poem he'd written.  Made me cry when i saw it.  Any way, after a while we finally moved in together, mixing our family of 4 children and for my birthday one year he gave me the ultimate in poems inside a lumpy card.    He'd written a poem telling me how much he loved me and couldn't live without me and asked me to marry him.  The ring was taped to the inside of the card :) 
 My oldest daughter and I have spent the last few hours watching youtube where people posted the ultimate marriage proposals.  I swear I cried for every one of them but I'll never trade my own lumpy card!

 

Thanks for stopping by today and sharing your favorite thing about Romance and don't forget to visit all the other sites below......happy hopping :)

 

Krista

 

 

Finally Friday....

TGIF!!!  And this Friday I really mean that.  It's been one heck of a week for sure!  And, it's Labor Day Weekend so I hope that means a 3 day weekend for most of you!!!

Today I am very pleased to be sharing one of the Turquoise Morning Press backlist books and it is ...

The Perfect Secretary

 

 

A 'Dirty Bits' Erotic Short Story

 

by

 

Madison J. Edwards

 

 

(Warning: Graphic language and adult situations; intended for age 18 and over.)

 

 

Shiela Adams, thrilled to be Troy Reid’s personal executive assistant, wants to prove she was the right choice. She’s the perfect secretary, who’ll do anything to please both her bosses.

 

Reviews and Best Seller

"This hot little story sure did rev my engines! --The Romance Reviews

 

 

Amazon Best Seller - Top 100 Paid, Erotic Fiction

Top 10 Bestseller, All Romance Ebooks

 

Release: April 5, 2011
Category: Erotic, Erotic Fiction, Short Story
Heat: Erotic
Length: 4500 words
Price: $0.99

Buy Links:  http://www.turquoisemorningpressbookstore.com/products/the-perfect-secretary

 

http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Secretary-Dirty-Short-ebook/dp/B004VGUF68/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1346358403&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Perfect+Secretary

 

 



Author Bio: Madison grew up in small town Saskatchewan, population twelve hundred. By the age of ten, she’d read every book the local library had. Granted it wasn’t large, tucked in the corner of the local carpet store, but it sparked a love of reading that hasn’t diminished. Madison, her family and two spoiled cats, reside in London, Ontario. www.madisonjedwards.com

 

 

 

Also make sure you visit Madison's Amazon author page to check out her other reads too!     http://www.amazon.com/Madison-J.-Edwards/e/B0051BWZ4C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

 

 

Thanks for stopping by today and make sure to visit again....never know what author will be featured next !!

 

Until then, happy reading!

 

Krista

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author, author...

... read all about it!

Please help me welcome
 
Lorraine Nelson

with her release,

Love on the Rocks...




Thank you for hosting me today, Krista!

Let me tell you…I love this book!!! It's the one that set me on the path I'm now traveling.

Thanks to an infection in the bone of my thumb, it had to be amputated. In order to regain the flexibility in that hand and return to the full-time job, I began typing, but soon tired of typing tests and the like. An idea formed and I began to write, seriously write, an adult novel of the type I enjoy reading. Seven weeks later, Love on the Rocks was finished, although it's seen several revisions since that early, rough draft.

This story begins and ends at The Rocks at Hopewell Cape, NB. The stunning beauty of the rock formations is a sight to behold. Please join me as I share a little piece of my province.


Blurb:

When Sara attempts to save her daughter, she may also be escaping a fate worse than an abusive boyfriend…she may be running away from true love. The big question is: Which man will find her first?

 

Sara Compton, normally strong, independent, and fun-loving, is deeply distressed at having to abandon her baby, but she has neither money nor home and is hiding from an abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend. The only way to keep her child safe is to give her up.

 

Anthony Jacobs has sworn off women due to a previous relationship gone sour. He finds the child, takes her home, and arranges care for her. When he places a public call for a nanny and a lovely woman arrives who seems to have a rapport with the abandoned baby, he hires her on the spot.

 

Sara is fraught with guilt and tension at the possibility of being found out. What will Anthony think of her if—or when—he finds out the truth? To add to her worries, trouble arises in the form of Sara’s ex-boyfriend, who appears on the scene with custody papers in hand. She makes a hasty escape, her daughter in tow, but in the process of avoiding the evil Elliot Saunders, is she leaving behind her one true love?

 

 

Love on the Rocks - Excerpt

"Since you slaved away to prepare such a feast, I insist on doing the washing up."

"What? No beeper?" Caroline chided.

"Not tonight. Guess I was too tired to arrange a get-a-way. I'll have to do better tomorrow," Anthony said with a wink and a chuckle.

Picking up Charity, she shot back, saying, "That figures. Oh, well, I'll enjoy tonight's respite and take our little princess upstairs to get her cleaned up. What do you think of that, sweetheart?"

"Fine with me," Anthony answered unexpectedly, then must have caught himself because he turned back to look at them as Caroline erupted into laughter. "Uh, you weren't talking to me just then, were you?" he asked sheepishly.

"No, but you sure do look good in red," she quipped, giggling at his embarrassment as she went on her way.

Anthony could hear her giggles as she went up the back stairs. To his astonishment, he had truly enjoyed thinking she'd called him 'Sweetheart,' and it had seemed so natural, too.

Oh, boy! Am I ever in big trouble, he told himself as he realized he'd fallen head over heels for the woman. What am I going to do now? How do I find out if she feels the same without bringing on a sexual harassment suit? Why did she have to be Charity's nanny...an employee...and a darn good one at that! He didn't want to scare her into running away. Think, Anthony! Think! He knew he'd figure out something. He'd just have to play it by ear and take a chance when the opportunity arose.

 Purchase Links: 30% off for a limited time.

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https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-loveontherocks-907155-149.html

 

I so love hearing from my readers!  It's important to know what works and doesn't work for them as I continue to craft stories of love and mystery.  you can find me at: 

http://www.lorrainenelson.weebly.com

http://www.lorrainenelson.wordpress.com

http://www.facebook.com/LorraineNelson.Author

http://twitter.com/#!/lornelca

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5254629.Lorraine_Nelson

http://www.amazon.com/Lorraine-Nelson/e/B005XMAYFQ/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Thank you for helping me celebrate my new release. Leave a comment  including your email address below to be entered in the draw for a free download of Love on the Rocks. Winner to be drawn August 31^st.

 

 

 

 

Author, author...

...read all about it!

Listen to Your Heart – Olympic Series book 2

K.T. Bishop

 

 

Olympic Curling medalist Robin Friesz was enjoying life living in Stockholm, Sweden. Robin did not have to become a Swedish resident as long as he played for the professional football team. When the league folded, he had a choice: become a citizen or return back to the United States. His girlfriend, Inga Johan, provided a problem. Inga, an Olympic skating medalist, was popular in her native land. They were in love and she pushed him to become a citizen. Robin was in a puzzle.

Buy Link: Red Rose Publishing

 

About the Author:

K.T. Bishop is a long-time Southerner, who has lived his entire life in the Deep South. He was born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama on Oct. 18, 1969. He attended the University of Alabama and graduated from Stillman College in 1992.  He's a Pulitzer prize winning news reporter and who resides on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. This will be his eighth book at Red Rose Publishing.

Website / Blog

 

Excerpt:

When Robin found refuge underneath the shaded tree, a sharp pain suddenly struck his heart. He exhaled heavily and cringed at the pain.

He quickly traced the source of discomfort that unexpectedly tickled his heart.

An image of Inga swam inside his head, which made the pain vanish. A smile filled the corners of his mouth during the visit down memory lane.  He stumbled into a spoiled, arrogant foreign actress at the Vancouver International Airport.

Robin’s heart melted at the first sight of Inga, falling in love with her. She initially hated his guts, but Cupid stuck a love arrow into her heart. Admiration grew into attraction, which their love helped the other capture medals at the Winter Olympics.

As Robin looked upward and gazed into the bright sunrays, the time had come to tell Inga the truth. He had to be upfront with the love of his life.

He stretched his body on the bench for a few seconds and ran back home for an intense one-on-one talk with Inga. “She’s not going to like what I have to say, but I must get this off my chest and level with her.”

While Inga never dropped hints of marriage, Robin always understood they would eventually become Mr. and Mrs. Friesz someday. The timing wasn’t right. He stood minutes away from risking a life of happiness over his American stance.

 Buy Link: Red Rose Publishing

 

 

Thanks for stopping by, until next time...

 

Happy reading,

 

Krista

 

 

Author, author...

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Today we have a spotlight on Honey Jans and her release...

 

 

 

 

Goldie and the Three Bears

 

In this trio of sizzling Torrid Twisted Tales Honey Jans turns the traditional fairy tales on their ears. Take a little time to find out if Red Riding Hood can handle the big bad wolf, Cindy can captivate her prince charming, and what Goldie does with her Three Bears?

 

 

Excerpt:

                Her lips tingled as he gazed masterfully down at her in the moonlight and her nipples budded in the cool night air. She instinctively leaned toward him, creaming, as a sexual energy field snapped between them.

                “Who do you belong to, bad girl?” he asked, a sardonic smile curving his handsome face.

                “You,” she cried out as he slid a hand down the front of her naked body, slowly over her breasts, grazing her nipples until she sucked in a tremulous breath, and his hand slid lower to boldly cup her weeping sex. Everything inside her tightened as he held her in his big, work-roughened, warm hand. She was unable to deny him anything and in exchange he gave her everything. He expertly squeezed her mound, rubbing her clit as he did, and she came with a cry as he held her safe…

                Squeak…

                Honey Lockwood woke with a snort, sleepily discombobulated but knowing instantly she wasn’t alone. Chills went through her as she lifted her head off the overheated laptop keyboard and peered through the golden fringe of her curls that had saddled her with the nickname Goldilocks. The dark recesses of her grandsire’s lakeside lair were full of harmless shadows. So why was she shivering? And what had made that noise? It couldn’t be the one of the Sundowners—roving bands of Werebear males in search of mates. Besides she was immune from the virgin hunt, being a dud DNA wise. Never had she been so happy to be a throwback to the mundane part of her family.

                The mating season only served to reinforce her decision to start her own business, leave the clan, and make her life in the human world. If she never saw a macho Werebear again it would suit her just fine. She’d realized how out of her depth she was when she’d caught her sometime beau Geoff on his knees pleasuring her Werebear fem cousin, Joelle. The humiliation was enough to make her break away. She’d known then and there that she had to get out. Of course, if she’d been a true blood, she might have found out what it was like to get properly laid.

                Instead of being in on the mate hunt, she’d come to this remote cabin alone to regroup before heading off to Chicago and her new life next week. Here she could work on her business plan in private. She’d always had an affinity for numbers, something she and Geoff had once had in common before the mating fever had hit him and he’d lost all sense of reality. Heck, she hadn’t even told her family where she was going, not that they cared. She’d fobbed Grandsire off with an explanation that she was off on a singles cruise with her mortal friend, Darla, and he’d been visibly relieved that she was out of the picture. His reaction more than anything emphasized that she had to go back to real life and forget about her clan.

                Squeak…

                A loose floorboard squeaked in the kitchen again, bringing her wandering thoughts back to danger in a nanosecond. Chills ran up her spine as a sensation of a dark murky aura sent out tentacles toward her and with it came a gasp worthy top note of musky cologne. Damn, the thug had to have bathed in it. Eyes watering she knew that trouble was on the move, toward her. Her growing ability to read auras, a real non talent in the Wereworld, was getting stronger. But she rejected the notion that she was cracking up, as Joelle had claimed.

                She was as sane as anyone else and she knew she had to move. Unfortunately her purse, containing her mace, cell phone, and car keys, was in the kitchen where he was. She didn’t know how she was certain her nemesis was a he. But considering her luck with men, it had to be some male mortal thug out to do her harm. Probably some mundane out to rob the place although there wasn’t much to steal. A blast of crisp night air against her back made her shiver and reminded her that she’d left the patio door open in a last ditch effort to air out the musty fishing shack. If she could quietly make it out the door, she’d stand a chance.

 

                Holding her breath, she eased out of her chair and tugged open the patio door’s screen, wincing when it squeaked. Damn, if she lived through this night she was coming back with a big oil can and oiling the shit out of these hinges. Something crashed in the vicinity of the kitchen and her heart leapt to her throat. Time to get the hell out.

                With a gasp she ran for the safety of the dark woods. It had to be well after midnight and not a creature was stirring, except her. Her crunching footsteps sounded thunderous as she made it to the tree line. She sagged against a tree breathless as the darkness cloaked her. At least whoever had broken into the shack wasn’t chasing her. Standing there shaking and feeling like an idiot she wondered if she’d dreamt it after all. No tentacles of evil chased her, not even a mouse sneezed. Maybe her vivid imagination had been working overtime after all. She had been feeling strange lately as her thirtieth birthday approached.

                She turned to peer back at the cabin. All the lights were still blazing and just the sight of the light calmed her fears. Given her fear of the dark, she’d brought plenty of nightlights. Everything seemed peaceful. Her belongings, including her brand new laptop were inside. Could she just abandon them because of a bad dream?

                A shot rang out smacking into the tree above her head, splintering the wood. She dropped like a rock, biting back a scream, her arm burning like fire. Oh my heavens, I didn’t imagine it! Then the cabin lights were doused all at once and she knew she was in trouble deep. Fear made her scramble to her feet and run deep into the pitch-dark woods as the overpowering stench of musk pursued her.

                Half an hour later she crested a rise and saw a big lakeside cabin, its light ablaze in the valley below. Lights! Tears of relief sprang to her eyes. Never had a sight seemed more welcoming. She raced toward the house, tripped, tearing the strap on one of her sandals, and hobbled up onto the porch. Breathless, she looked for a doorbell. Not seeing one, she banged on the solid wood door then reached for the doorknob. The minute she touched it her palm tingled and she distinctly heard the lock open before it swung open on well-oiled hinges.

                Startled, she stood there rubbing her heated palm for a moment as she looked inside the seemingly empty house. Then a rainbow of pleasant auras seemed to bid her into the house. Stunned by her good fortune, she rushed into the house and slammed the door behind her, sagging back against it trembling. As she stood there glancing around the well-appointed but seemingly vacant lodge, a strange feeling of lethargy came over her. The strange auras rubbed against her skin making her tingle. Damn, maybe this was a delayed reaction to shock. She absolutely refused to feel auras on top of seeing them. She couldn’t deny the feeling of coming home, but this place was posh compared to her grandsire’s rustic compound that she’d grown up on.

                As she’d noted from outside, all the lights were on. A fire blazed in the fireplace and something savory simmered in the vicinity of the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled in response, as she hadn’t eaten since morning. Nobody seemed to be home. As a matter of fact the place had a vacant feel, as if it were waiting for its occupants. She rolled her eyes at her vivid imagination and ventured into the empty room looking for a phone.

 

                “ Hello,” she called out, hearing her tense voice echo through the empty lodge.

                Suck it up, Goldilocks, nobody’s home so you’ll just have to save yourself. She took a step forward and damned near broke her neck when she tripped over her broken sandal again. With a growl she kicked off the damned things. Then she walked into the living room looking in vain for a phone. Almost out on her feet, she plopped wearily into a huge leather wing chair by the fireplace, smirking when her feet didn’t touch the floor. The story of The Three Bears came to mind. This had to be papa bear’s chair. The only other furniture in the room were two more leather recliners just as deep, confirming her guess that this was a man cave. Maybe the boys had gone out on a beer run. Some help they’d be.

                Fighting her urge to just cuddle up in the chair and go to sleep, she surged to her feet. She had to find a phone…save herself…and get some crazy housebreaker busted. She followed her nose and the delicious smells toward the kitchen. Seemed like a logical place for a phone and she was hungry.

                She stopped at the doorway. No phone, but a crock pot on the counter simmered away with what smelled like chili drawing her toward it. Her stomach grumbled again forcefully reminding her that she’d missed dinner. Her mouth watering, she gazed at the three bowls set out next to the crock pot. Shades of The Three Bears again, making her grin. Well, the other Goldilocks had helped herself to some porridge, maybe it was a sign that she should too.

                Before she could censor herself she ladled herself a portion of the chili and sat down at the kitchen nook before she fell down. She needed to eat and she’d pay for the chili when she got her purse back. She took a bite of the spicy concoction, blowing on it when it was too hot, stirring it till it cooled down, and then greedily eating it all when it was just right.

                Sitting back, replete, she looked down at her messy clothes and winced. Yikes! She was covered in dirt and leaves from her flight through the woods and tumble down the hill. And there were a few telltale drops of chili on her white blouse. The boys would probably think she was crazy looking this way. Hell, she’d be lucky not to get shot at again. She needed to clean up fast.

                She stood up on wobbly legs and started down the hall in search of either a bathroom or a phone whichever came first. Her footsteps faltered when she glanced into the messy den. Up till now everything in this place had been neat as a pin. She smiled when she saw the papers strewn on the oak desktop and tumbling onto the floor. This looked like her office after she’d been on one of her creative streaks.

                Then the sound of swirling water caught her attention. Could it possibly be a hot tub? Just the thought made her yearn for warmth. She padded down the hall toward the sound and stepped out into what she could only call a spa. There was a deep Jacuzzi tub and even a sauna. Now this was roughing it in the woods. She gazed longingly at the tub. It was almost calling her name. Should she? A bottle of jasmine bath oil sat on the edge of the tub. Maybe one of the boys had a lover. She didn’t know why that thought bothered her more than the prospect of stealing someone’s bath. Pushing back those thoughts she poured in the bath oil, stripped, and got in. Sinking down in the water she eased back and closed her eyes with a groan as all her sore muscles tightened a moment before going loose. Drifting away, she sank down in the water, pressure melting away. A few minutes later she woke up in a hurry, coming up sputtering. Damn, she was dead on her feet.

                With a wince, she pulled herself out of the tub, her cuts stinging anew. She toweled off and glanced at her trashed clothes, her nose wrinkling. For nothing on earth would she put them back on until she sponged them clean, but she was too tired. Instead she reached for the white terry cloth robe hanging on the back of the door. It was miles too big for her but it was warm and enveloping and she snuggled into it like a security blanket. It smelled of sandalwood and man, obviously a big man, one who could protect her. If only!

                Half-asleep, she staggered out of the steamy bathroom into the frigid hallway and shivered, her teeth chattering. Well, hell, she was really out on her feet, maybe in shock. She had to get warm, fast. She headed toward the bedrooms like a guided missile. She’d have a little lie down to regain her equilibrium.

Buy link:

 

Amazon :  http://www.amazon.com/Goldie-The-Three-Bears-ebook/dp/B0055LHG5G/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1346258235&sr=8-2&keywords=goldie+and+the+three+bears

 

 

 

About the Author:

Honey Jans lives in a small Midwestern town with her husband and true inspiration. She is a born romantic with an extraordinarily vivid, yet kinky, imagination. Honey loves writing erotica and hopes that her stories add a little spice to her readers lives.

Website / Blog

Author, author...

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Please help me give a warm welcome for today's guest...

W. Lynn Chantale

Hi W. Lynn, great to have you with us. 

 

What or who initially inspired you to become a writer?

Reading the same sad plots of naive women with wealthy older men or the cowboy on a ranch in a part of the country I’d never live.

 

What kind of research do you do for a novel and how extensive do you get?

It depends on the novel, but I’ve made phone calls, scouted locations, spent time in libraries, toured old homes, etc. It just depends on what the story needs.

 

Do you have a special place you like to do your writing? Such as an office, a spare room, the dining room table, your couch?

I’m relegated to the dining room. Before we moved I had an office of sorts, but being in the dining room keeps me in contact with my family.

 

As a reader, what types of works do you like to read and do you think they influence the genre/genres you write in?

 

Most definitely. I’m a bit of a mystery/thriller junkie and that bleeds through at time. I also, like reading historical romances.

 

What is your favorite method of writing...as in laptop, desktop, Ipad or the old fashioned pencil and paper??  And do you plot out your story or go with the flow of your muse?

 I go with the flow of the muses. My favorite method of writing is on a laptop, although I will jot down notes and such on paper.

 

When you need a break or some time off from the trials of being a writer, what can you be found doing?

Playing video games with the kids, bass guitar, or getting out the house.

 

Is there anything about yourself nobody knows that you would like to share with our readers??

I asked this question out loud and my children looked at one another, then me and said no. So maybe I should keep those few little secrets to myself.

 

For fun, I have a few personal questions,  

Your Favorite 5

1) Favorite color - Blue

2) Favorite dessert -Chocolate

3) Favorite Season -Spring

4) Favorite sad song-One Last Cry by Brian McKnight

5) Favorite Romantic movie -An American President

 

And a bonus, what is your ideal romantic vacation??

A trip to Paris, France with my honey.

 

Where can our readers find you?? 

 

Download my free Author App to your Android or Apple IOS device.

Website: http://wlynnchantale.com

Blog: http://wlynnchantale-decadentdecisions.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/wlynnchantale

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/W.LynnChantaleAuthor

 

 

Is there an upcoming or current release you would like to share with us today and where can we find it?

 

My current release is Lust and Bound.  

 

Blurb

Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.

No woman has ever excited Zach Walters like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband.

Excerpt

Trisha scrambled backwards. If he touched her now, she wouldn’t get a chance to find out.

“See what?” He loosened his tie.

“Your tattoo.”

He chuckled. “Is that all?”

“It’s enough. You’ve distracted me every other time.”

With a smirk he nodded and unclasped his cufflinks. “My lady’s wish is my command.” He allowed the accessories to drop on the nearby table. The heavy thunk echoed her pounding pulse.

Trisha moistened dry lips, her breath hitching at each button he loosened. His eyes never wavered from hers. He eased the garment from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor, revealing his sleeveless shirt beneath.

She’d seen stripteases before, but none affected her like this one.  The muscles of his biceps flexed when his hands went to the front of his slacks. He unbuckled his belt and undid the clasp, before yanking his t-shirt free of the waistband. He grasped the ends of his shirt and slowly lifted the cotton. With each inch of smooth chocolate skin revealed, desire throbbed anew. He discarded the shirt. She sucked in a breath and feasted upon the hard lines of his torso and abs.

Desire crackled with each beat of her heart. She stepped closer. The tattoo was incredibly detailed, each scale on the design seemed to have a luminosity that seemed to ripple and glow with each breath he drew. The image must have taken hours to render.

“You take my breath away, baby girl.”

She met his gaze. “I do?” Surprise colored her voice.

“No woman has ever looked at me like that before.” He smoothed a hand over her hair.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to devour me.”

Heat tinged her cheeks. Could he really read all that in her eyes? With shaking fingers she pushed her hair from her face.

“And what if I do?” she challenged.

“I’m yours.” He held up a hand and crooked a finger. She lifted her hand and swept her fingertips along the outline of his chest. He trembled at her touch.

If she could have a night to trace the tattoo inked into his skin, it still wouldn’t be long enough. She lost herself in the texture of his skin. Fine hairs teased her fingers as she drifted them down his chest to the top of his abs.

Somehow she resisted the urge to explore all those delicious muscles or kiss the narrow patch of hair on his washboard stomach and focused on her task. She wanted to find how far the ink went.

 

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Before we let you leave us W. Lynn, do you have a favorite recipe you'd like to share?  I like to cook and am always looking for new recipes to try and share but it's totally up to you.

 

Beef Stroganoff

1 1/2 pounds beef sirloin steak, 1/2 inch thick flat iron or skirt steak maybe used, just remember to cut across the grain

8 ounces fresh mushrooms, sliced (2 1/2 cups)

2 medium onions, thinly sliced

3 garlic clove, finely chopped

1/4 cup butter or margarine

1 1/2 cups beef broth

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons ketchup

3 tablespoons all-purpose flour

 

1.  Cut beef across grain into about 1 1/2x1/2-inch strips.

2.  Saute garlic in butter. Add beef in same skillet until brown. Stir in 1 1/3 cup of the broth, the salt and ketchup. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Add onions. Cover and simmer 15 minutes.

3.  Cook mushrooms.

4.  Stir remaining broth into flour; stir into beef mixture. Heat to boiling, stirring constantly. Boil and stir 1 minute. Stir in sour cream; heat until hot (do not boil). Serve over noodles.

 Makes 6 servings!




Yummy!!  I think Stroganoff is one of my favorite dinners, thank you so much for this recipe !!

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