Danita Minnis: Falcon’s Angel G*i*v*e*a*w*a*y! Sept. 12th & 13th



I am so excited to be on the road with my paranormal romance debut Falcon’s Angel, hosted by the Mistresses of Passion. Meeting great readers like you just sweetens the pot – I am doing giveaways at both tour stops!

Tour Schedule

Wed. Sept. 12th-  The Cover and Everything in Between

Thur. Sept. 13th-  Romance Lives Forever

Join me and I will take you on a journey of discovery to my inspiration, my hero Falcon and my heroine Angel. Enter a comment and your email address for a chance to win a
copy of Falcon’s Angel or a $5 Amazon gift card. Visit both stops on the tour to
increase your chances of winning and remember to leave an email address so I
can contact four lucky winners!

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Gemma K. Murray: Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart


Character Interview

Anastasia has an interesting story to tell.

1.     What is your Anastasia like? Oh goodness, Anastasia is sassy, brazen, and bold. She’s the daughter of a puma shifter and a witch, so her life hasn’t been exactly easy. She has the wonderful ability of being all warm and feminine, but her backbone is made of pure steel.

2.     What does Anastasia do best? What is the perfect location for this action? Ana puts up with the Golden boys. They’ve been her pseudo-brothers since she was 12. I love the way she gives all of their teasing right back to them. 

3.     What drives Anastasia to do the things they do? Her love for the family who took her in when she was orphaned. She is so dedicated to showing them she is appreciative of that fact without being overly so.

4.     You are introduced to Anastasia. Is she happy to meet you? Heck, no!*grin* Ana and I didn’t see eye to eye from the start. She was bound and determined I had to tell her story, but as soon as I went off course from where she intended to lead me, she shut down. She may be a little happier to see me now, but I can’t make any promises.

5.     What is Anastasia’s favorite guilty pleasure? Sweets! Ana loves everything sweet. From her cinnamon rolls to pancakes to her chocolate (Book 2), Ana cannot get enough sugary things. Oops, she whispering to me, “Don’t forget about my man, Bowie. He’s kind of sweet, too.”

6.     How would Anastasia describe herself? She says she is pure pussycat until you cross her. She loves her family and would lay down her life if she needed to in order to keep them safe. She’s intelligent, but she’s worried her witch skills will kill somebody someday unless she learns her craft.

7.     What is Anastasia’s weakness? Her heart. Ana loves so easily, but it takes her a long time to trust people.

8.    Where does Anastasia go to regroup/unwind? Either the woods around Cedar River or the lake. She can clear her mind and let loose.

9.    What does Anastasia live for? Her family and the community of Cedar River

10.  What will Anastasia kill for? The same.

  

A Few Questions for Anastasia

1.      If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be? I’m a puma shifter with witch powers. I think I’m pretty awesome as is. 

2.      A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less? Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart.

3.  If money were not an object, where would you most like to live? I would live exactly where I am, Cedar River, Michigan, Upper Peninsula, USA.

4.      I can never leave Bowie because he is the love of my life.

5.      The next time I want to drive Bowie crazy, I will steal his ’69 Camaro and lead him out onto an old country road so I can seduce him.

6.  Why do I always insist on teasing Bowie? (Because it is so much fun.)

7.      My favorite flavor is real maple syrup because it reminds me of Mama’s breakfasts.

8.      love being a puma because I have the ability to see things normal humans may miss.

9.      How much teasing can you take? Why? I can take a lot. I grew up with Bowie and his three brothers. They can drive a girl crazy, trust me, but I learned early on to hand it right back to them.

10.  Name one thing you must do before you die, and why. Make sure that Cedar River and the surrounding world is safe for my children and grandchildren. Why? Don’t you want the same for your family? There areso many close-minded people who just can’t stand it if someone is different. Cedar River and its residents aren’t perfect, but they loved me and kept me safe. Every child should know that sort of life.


Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart blurb:

The Upper Peninsula of Michigan seems like it is another country. The rawness and beauty of the land draws people from every walk of life. What most people don’t realize is there is a little town nestled on the banks of Lake Superior that an entire group of supernatural beings call home. Shifters of every shape and size live there. They raise their families there. Tourists come from near and far to visit the quaint town of Cedar River, Michigan. The tourists never realize they are walking among some of the most unusual beings on earth.

Bowie Golden is a dragon shifter who is in charge of Cedar River’s safety. Until now, the biggest threat to anyone’s safety was Anastasia Plum, a witch/puma-shifter. She has been the town hellraiser since she was a teenager. Now someone has discovered the secret the residents of Cedar River keep for one another. These radicals are determined to eradicate the entire town. It’s up to Bowie to keep them all safe.

Ana has always idolized Bowie. She may have stirred up trouble from time to time, but Bowie or one of his brothers would always get her out of the trouble she was in. One day, it happened. The unthinkable, the unimaginable occurred. Anastasia Plum fell for the “golden” boy. What an unlikely duo- the sheriff and the hellraiser!

Just as these two discover their passion for one another, a group of people is determined to keep them apart. It’s up to Ana to prove that she is the only Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart.

 

Gemma’s Bio:

I was born and raised in a small town in lower Michigan. A farmer’s daughter, my greatest ambitions were to become a large animal vet and to read every book ever written. The veterinarian dream fell by the wayside, but I’m still working on reading every book I can get my hot little hands on.

But I’m a dreamer…I love to sit and look out the windows, daydreaming about what could be. I love getting tangled in my dreams when I fall asleep at night. That is how Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart came to be. It started with a dream and spun into something beautiful.

 

Here are the links where people can find me:

http://gemmakmurray.com

http://www.facebook.com/GemmaKMurray

http://www.facebook.com/CedarRiverSeries   

http://pinterest.com/gemmakmurray/

And the Winner is…




Donna Sing!

Congratulations, Donna Sing, the winner of my site’s Romance
the Hop prize.
Donna won a copy of my debut paranormal romance Falcon’s Angel.

Thank you to all the wonderful commenters for visiting my site, formally known
as Romance The Book Blog. I changed the name to plain, old Danita Minnis.
It was great to hear from each and every one of you – I love these hops!
Hope to see you again in October for the next one!

Romancing The H*O*P Blog H*O*P!


What
is your favorite thing about Romance? Join the hop and we authors will share our
romantic tips and favorite romance reads! Starting on Friday, August 31st and ending on Monday, September 3rd, over 100 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite
things about romance, reading romance, and dating.

And
while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. That’s right – there will be
over 100 giveaways on each blog!

But
that’s not all….

We
have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and
comment with your email address and be entered to win. You can enter over 100
times! Check out 
the prizes.


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!




Yes.
ALL of that! Whoot! Be sure to come back here on Friday and over the weekend to
enjoy some stories and facts about our favorite Romance events and reads and
enter to win!


Browse through my favorite romance novels for a chance to win a copy of my paranormal romance debut Falcon’s Angel.


Chivalry is NOT dead, Ladies…

As
a romance author, I’ve read my share of flowing gowns in sprawling meadows and scenes
full of tall, dark and handsome. And I never get tired of them. I am in love with
love! My favorite books romance me, again and again. To this day, I cannot put
these books down once I start reading. Browse through this collection of
stories for my favorite things about romance and fall in love again.

 



1.  
Rebecca
by Daphne du Maurier
– Mr. and Mrs. de Winter, an innocent bride and a man with
a past. This haunting romantic tragedy
plays out on a desolate Cornish coast and has everything I need in a meal, gothic
mystery, unconditional love and so much more.

 

2.  
Knight
in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux
– When heartbroken Dougless Montgomery met
her sixteenth century knight in an old English church it took my breath away. He
rescues the modern girl in this moving tale of the power of love.


3.  
Remembrance
by Jude Deveraux
– yes, two Deveraux books back to back, just love her work! If
you like reincarnation and the promise of love-everlasting read this book of soul mates. And guess what? They find
each other and recognize each other. Enjoy travelling the eras with Hayden
Lane and her man. Just beautiful to behold.

 

4.  
Dragonfly
in Amber by Diana Gabaldon
– Time-travel has always fascinated me as much as
lush lands and romantic eras. You will find all of that in this story. Claire
travels back in time to eighteenth century France, where she and her husband
Jamie plot against Bonnie Prince Charlie. Another haunting romance and if you
haven’t read this one, suffice it to say you can taste the longing in their lives across the centuries.


5.  
The
Flame and the Flower by Kathleen Woodiwiss
– From Georgian England to a
plantation in the Carolinas, Heather and her stern Captain Brandon fight. She
is the one who sought refuge in the
arms of a dangerous man, now she must deal with his unrestrained passion. A
must read, this book tore down sexual barriers in historical novels.


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things about romance? 

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Falcon’s Angel Tour: September 10th – 14th  
Host: Mistresses of Passion
Read an excerpt HERE.
Falcon's Angel Tour Sept 10th - 14th

Wicked Wednesdays: D.X. Luc and Touch of the Gods


Wicked Wednesdays




D.X. Luc has a tasty morsel to share…a sexy snippet from Touch of the Gods



Excerpt 


Stroking
along the heavy vein, roped around my cock, I placed one knee on the bed,
curled my arm around her waist and lifted her until our chests were pressed
together. I grabbed onto her lips, sucking on them until they were plump and
red, before coaxing her to bend her knees until she knelt before me. 

With
my mind, I repositioned her pillows to sit up behind her back, and lowered her
until she sat on her calves. I pushed her wider, exposing her pussy to my
greedy view, glistening with her sticky dew. I dipped into her wet hole,
twisting it from side to side, until she gasped while she came an instant
later. As Vanessa’s walls sucked on my thick digit, I thrilled at the idea of
how it would feel once I was buried in her sweet, tight fortress of pleasure.
“I hope you’re ready for me, beautiful. I have waited so long for you.”

Licking
her lips, Vanessa swallowed, and nodded, shifting so she could move her legs.

I
stopped her. “No, you are to stay just like this. I promise to keep you from
feeling any discomfort.”

“I’ve
never done it like this before, but I trust you.”

Her
words touched my heart, making it swell in my chest in a way I had never
experienced before. While the leftover tremor from her orgasm of before shook
her body, I added a second finger, stretching her hole, while pressing up
against her g-spot. Tapping in time with her pulse, my thumb found its place
onto her clit, circling around it alternatively with the thrusting movements
inside her wetness. Riding on her outcries, my sensual manipulations drove on
until I had her teetering on the edge of bliss, and with a final push, she fell
over and shattered once more, her juices flowing in copious waves of natural
lubrication. 


Vanessa,
still gasping from the power of her orgasm, squeaked in the most adorable
manner when I slid the tip of my cock into her hungry pussy. Shuddering at how
amazing she felt, clutching at me, her own body shivered in kind, as the ball
of my piercing glided along the ridged walls of her vagina. Inch by inch, I crammed
myself deeper, until I could go no more, her cervix barring me from going
further. I wanted so badly to fit all of myself inside, to be connected to her,
but that would have meant hurting her, something I was unwilling to do.

Bracing
on my elbows with my knees bent into the mattress, my form looked as though I
was going to be performing push ups. In this position, one that was shown to me
centuries ago by a Sheik, who strangely now has a popular sex book, I would be
performing a maneuver that would give her the purest ecstasy ever known to a
woman. “You ready?” Please don’t laugh at me.

Lost
in the feel of me, Vanessa groaned out her reply and lifting my hips up, I
dragged back, agonizingly slow, then paused to look her in the eyes. The green
around her pupil had spread into the grayish brown of her irises, and they
shined, glazed with the hormones saturating her blood. I dipped to grab her
lips, kissing her but remaining frozen, teasing her silky cavern with just the
fullness of the head of my dick, until she mewed into my mouth, trying to move
herself to pull me back in. 

When
she realized the position I had her in, prohibited her from taking control,
Vanessa growled.

I
nipped at her lips, chin and nose. I chuckled and thrust downward, the force
pushing her up against the pillows.

The
wrenching of my name as a scream came from her lips. 

Blurb


When love and war make a little wager, what could possibly go wrong?

I am Hephaestus. God of inventions, blacksmiths, and volcanoes. Sounds like I’m awesome right? Well, I’m not. In fact, I’m the loser of Olympus and a new bachelor to boot. Living the single life is great until a decade passed. Honestly if my divorce from the Goddess of Love wasn’t bad enough, I am still being rejected by the other women of my home.

Because of an incessant need to make me a pawn in his game, my brother, Ares convinces Eros to make a little bet. A wager that puts my lack of love life to the test. Sent to Earth, I’m skeptical, when suddenly I lose myself in the sensual scent and beauty of the full bodied Vanessa. She is my everything, my perfection.

Sadly, from a single caress upon her silky flesh, I sent our lives into a downward spiral of hell. To save her, I must get beyond my demons of the past. And to save me, she will have to decide if I’m worth giving up everything for.


Amazon
kindle: http://www.amazon.com/The-Wager-TOUCH-GODS-ebook/dp/B0080S7PS4/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1344969601&sr=1-1

Amazon
paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Touch-Gods-The-Wager-Volume/dp/147762242X/ref=la_B006KYWFGW_1_1_title_0_main?ie=UTF8&qid=1344969601&sr=1-1


Author D. X. Luc
~Sinfully Unrestrained~

Visit my blog: http://welcome-to-the-island-of-dxluc.blogspot.com/

Guest Author Shira Anthony: The Melody Thief

Cary Redding is a walking contradiction. On the
surface he’s a renowned cellist, sought after by conductors the world over.
Underneath, he’s a troubled man flirting with addictions to alcohol and
anonymous sex. The reason for the discord? Cary knows he’s a liar, a cheat.
He’s the melody thief. 


Cary manages his double life just fine until he gets mugged on a
deserted Milan street. Things look grim until handsome lawyer Antonio Bianchi
steps in and saves his life. When Antonio offers something foreign to Cary—romance—Cary
doesn’t know what to do. But then things get even more complicated. For one
thing, Antonio has a six-year-old son. For another, Cary has to confess about
his alter ego and hope Antonio forgives him. 

Just when Cary thinks he’s figured it all out, past and present collide and he is forced to choose between the family he wanted as a boy and the one he has come to love as a man.


Character Interview: Cary Redding has an interesting story to tell.

Cary Redding is one of the main characters in my new
Dreamspinner Press release, “The Melody Thief.”
 
American, twenty-nine years old, he’s a classical cellist who lives in
Milan and performs all over the world.
 
Cary is the “melody thief.”

1. What is Cary like?  Cary Redding is a man leading
a double life.
  On the outside, he’s a
renowned classical cellist, sought out by conductors the world over.
  On the inside, he’s addicted to anonymous sex
and flirts with alcohol addiction.
  He’d
be the last one to admit it, but he’s lost, lonely, and harboring the ghosts of
a difficult childhood.
  That’s why he’s
the “melody thief.”
  

2. What does Cary do best?  What
is the perfect location for this action? 
Cary is an amazing natural
musician.
  He literally grew up with his
cello and his music—it’s the only thing positive in his life.
  He was one of the few child prodigies who has
been found success as an adult.
  He’s
most at home on the stage, playing his cello.
 
It’s a place where he finds peace and comfort.

3. What drives Cary to do the
things he does?  
Cary is an addictive
personality.
  The same way he throws
himself into his music to forget, he also relies upon back-alley encounters,
cigarettes and booze to help dull the pain of his childhood.
  Underneath it all, though, Cary is a good
man.
  He knows there’s more to life than
what he’s been living, but he doesn’t know how to find it.
  It takes the love of a good man for him to
realize that he deserves more than what he has, and that he’s worthy of being
loved.

4. You are introduced to Cary. Is
he happy to meet you?  
Cary wouldn’t be particularly
happy to meet me, because I’d be just another of his fans.
  Not that he minds that there are people who
love his music, but he doesn’t feel as though he deserves the kind of adulation
he receives from his public.
  He’d shake
my hand, look me in the eye, and tell me he’s happy to meet me.
  But it’s all an act:  he knows it’s what people expect from him, so
he is polite.

5. What is Cary’s favorite
guilty pleasure?  
Aside from the sex and booze,
Cary adores listening to any music.
 
Including 80s pop and cheesy 1950s love songs.  He’d never admit it, though, if you called
him on it!
 

6. How would Cary describe himself?  Cary would say he’s got
boy-next-door good looks—nothing all that exciting.
  In fact, that’s generally how he’d describe
himself:
  average.  Average intelligence, average looks, average
musician.
  But he’s none of those
things.
  He just can’t see himself as
others see him.

7. What is Cary’s weakness? Cary would never admit it,
but he’s very sensitive to criticism.
  He
grew up with a domineering stage mother and he never felt as though he was good
enough.
  He worries that people won’t
like him and that they’ll see through him as the pretender he really is.
  He wants to please people, even if it means
that he sacrifices something that’s important to him.

8. Where does Cary go to regroup/unwind? Cary spends his down-time in
bars.
  And not the nice ones:  the seedy, hole in the wall places that
recede into obscurity when the sun comes up.
 
He goes to drink and to find sex (his substitute for real companionship).

9. What does Cary live for? The only thing Cary lives for
is his music.
  It’s the only positive
thing in his life, and he struggles to cling to it even when the rest of his
world is crashing down around him.

10. What will Cary kill for? At the beginning of “The
Melody Thief?”
  Probably nothing.  Other than his brother, perhaps, who lives a
world away in the United States, there’s no one and nothing that Cary would
care enough about that he’d risk everything for.
  But Cary does eventually find two people who
he would do anything for:
  Antonio
Bianchi and his five year old son, Massimo.

 

A Few Questions for Cary

1. If you could have one super
power in your existence, what would it be? 
Super hearing.  Definitely. 
So you can listen in to what people are saying about you behind your
back. Or maybe the conductor singing under his breath, or the percussionist
tuning the tympani during a performance.
 
Or the bassoon.  You can never
hear them with all the noise the trumpets make.

2. A biography has been written
about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less? 
“And this Guy’s Interesting
Because…?”

3. If money were not an object,
where would you most like to live? 
On one of those Greek
islands, right on the water.
  Because
there’s nothing like the color of the Mediterranean.
  You know, that turquoise blue that looks like
a painting?

4. I can never practice long
enough
because there’s always something new I can learn about a piece of
music
.
 

5. The next time I perform
I will do better.  I’m never happy
with the last performance, I want to play better the next time.  I want to do the music justice
.


Excerpt:

Tulsa, Oklahoma  

HE SCREWED up his face,
trying to ignore the bright lights at the edge of the stage, which burned his
eyes and left multicolored imprints on his retinas. Cary Redding was barely
fifteen years old, but he sat straight-backed, schooling his expression to reveal
only calm resolve. Unlike some of the well-known performers he had watched on
video, he did not move his body in time to the music, nor did he bend and sway.
The cello became a physical extension of his body, and he had no need to move
anything more than his fingers on the fingerboard and his bow over the strings.

When he played, he was
transported to a place where it didn’t matter that his face had begun to break
out or that he seemed to grow out of his shoes every other month. When he
played, he forgot his fear that he was different—that he was far
more interested in Jerry Gabriel than in Jerry’s sister Martha. When he played,
he felt the kind of warmth he had horsing around with his brother in the
backyard, chasing after a football.
 

For the past three years,
he had studied the Elgar Cello Concerto, a soulful, intensely passionate
composition, and one he adored. His cello teacher had explained that it had
been composed at the end of World War I, and the music reflected the composer’s
grief and disillusionment. At the time, Cary hadn’t been really sure what that
meant, but he felt the music deep within his soul, in a place he hid from
everyone. In that music, he could express what he could not express any other
way, and somehow nobody ever seemed to understand that although the music was
Elgar’s, the sadness and the melancholy were his own.
 

At times he was terrified
the audience would discover his secret: that he was unworthy of the music. But
then his fingers would follow their well-worn path across the fingerboard, and
his bow would move of its own accord. The music would rise and fall and engulf
him entirely, and the audience would be on their feet to acknowledge the
gangly, awkward teenager who had just moved them to tears.
 

Tonight was no exception.
The Tulsa Performing Arts Center was packed with pillars of the community come
to hear the young soloist the Chicago Sun-Times had proclaimed
“one of the brightest new talents in classical music.” Cries of “bravo”
punctuated the applause, and a shy little girl in a white dress with white
tights and white shoes climbed the steps to the stage with her mother’s
encouragement and handed him a single red rose.
 

He stood with his cello at
his side and bowed as he had been taught not long after he learned to walk. The
accompanist bowed as well, smiling at him with the same awed expression he had
seen from pianists and conductors alike.

In that moment, he felt
like a thief. A liar. The worst kind of cheat.


The Melody Thief

A Blue Notes Novel, Book 2

Dreamspinner Press

Contemporary M/M

Buy at http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3170&osCsid=q15uv00q2hh0tovqaqqpkarfs0

Available in E-book & Print

Michelle Franklin on Tour: The Reporter from Marridon


Welcome Michelle Franklin comes bearing gifts! She is giving away one ebook copy of The Opera and The Reporter from Marridon. Leave a comment and your email address and enter to win!



The Reporter from Marridon

Part of the Tales from Frewyn Stories

A reporter from Marridon, the advanced and allied nation to the north of
Frewyn, is dispatched to Diras to meet with the famous Commander and Den Asaan,
heroes and saviors of the Two Continents. It would seem to be a simple task, to
ask a few questions of the strange woman and giant, but when the reporter
slights the king’s personal guard, he finds that getting a story to print may
be harder than previously conceived.

Release: August 21, 2012 / $0.99 (ebook)

Epic Fantasy, Romance


 About the Author

Michelle Franklin is a small woman of
moderate consequence who writes many, many books about giants, romance, and
chocolate.

You can find more about Michelle over at
her blog:
http://thehaanta.blogspot.ca/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MrsDenAsaan
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Michelle-Franklin-and-the-Haanta-series/129616710425835


Danita Minnis: Falcon and Angel

When they first meet…

They were walking through the ancient
Roman marketplace, which was deserted now. When the girl got closer to the
church built on the site of an old temple, the man began to close the distance
between them.

Falcon shook his head as she reached
the church corner. She never noticed the man who was just a few feet behind her
now. When the man pushed her into the gloom around the church corner, they were
lost from his sight. The girl screamed.

Sprinting, he rounded the corner.
About ten feet away, the man was trying to wrestle the violin case from her
against the wall.

Falcon pulled out his gun and aimed.
“Let her go.”

The man turned toward him, and the
girl pulled at his ear. The man bent, holding his stomach. He made an
inarticulate sound before running away along the side of the building into the
darkness.

Falcon darted past the girl and
followed the man into the shadows.

What the hell?

Something flitted overhead, darker
than the darkness in which he now stood alone. He pointed the Glock upward even
as a figure walked up the side of the building. It looked like a black cloud
but more solid than it should be.

Before he could get off a shot, the
darkness disappeared over the side of the roof.

Staring at the dead end in front of him, Falcon put his gun
away. No doors or windows on either side.

Where is the guy? Must be a
hidden door somewhere, he’d check it out later.

Falcon turned back toward the girl. Beyond her, across the
street, the man he had been chasing got into a car.

“No way,” he
murmured as the car sped off. No way could the man have gotten past him in the
alley.

The girl had both arms wrapped around
the violin case in front of her. She was leaning against the church wall,
crying.

A street lamp flickered on above
them, belatedly bathing the passage in revealing light. She did not seem to
realize that he was there.

“Did he hurt you, Signorina?”

She looked up. He lifted his gaze
from her heaving chest.

“Grazie,” she whispered, wiping her
face with the back of her hand. She shook her head. “I am fine.”

“You should not be walking alone at
night.” The harsh reprimand in his voice surprised him. She was very young. Her
tears wrought such vulnerability that he softened his tone when he came to
stand in front of her. “Do you know that man?”

“No, I have never seen him before.
But … he knew me.”

“What did he say to you?”

She looked down at the violin. 

He stared at her until she looked up. Ah, she had just found her story. It was in her eyes, and it was not truth. The fear in her eyes told him that story would never change.

Sabrina York: Pushing Her Buttons!



Sabrina York will
Push Your Buttons in this hot new release!

Have you ever sat in a really boring meeting at work and
found yourself scribbling idly on a legal pad to keep your brain from numbing
over? Well, that happened to me. What appeared on the page were the bones for a
super hot novella, that became Pushing Her Buttons. Just before the
aforementioned boring meeting, I stepped on the elevator. And the hottest guy
I’d ever seen in my life stepped on behind mer.

Oh heavens. What a thrill. I didn’t make eye contact (of
course), but I watched him in the chrome and my fantasies began to bubble.

The result was my new release, Pushing her Buttons, which comes out on August 22nd, but
is now available
for preorder on
Amazon
and Barnes
& Noble
. This novella tells the story of a dance between dominant JR
who is determined to seduce Samantha, despite her determination to avoid any
more dark relationships. Most of the seduction takes place in the elevator. JR
looks suspiciously like the dreamy fellow who unknowingly ignited my passion
during a dull elevator rise, and an even duller meeting.

Pushing her Buttons
was the first place winner of the Celtic Hearts Novellas Need Love Too contest
and named the 2011 Distinguished Novella of the year. If you like super hot
sex, domination and kinky play, this one’s for you!


Pushing Her Buttons
by Sabrina York

 Now available for preorder on Amazon
and Barnes
& Noble

Every single day, he’s there. Waiting. Watching her. Closed
in with her for a hundred stories as they ride the elevator to their floor. And
every single day, for a hundred floors, Samantha simmers with banked lust. She
wants him—her mysterious neighbor who seems to get off on tempting her. Whose
eyes promise the kind of kinky domination she’s too afraid to give in to. And
then just when she thinks she’s safe, just when she’s convinced she can resist
his allure, he steps up his relentless pursuit. The passion that flares between
them burns so hot and so bright it could consume them both. But that’s just on
the way up. Who knows what will happen when they’re going down.

Reader Advisory: Samantha’s sexy neighbor tries to drive her
wild with lust, and he’ll stop at nothing to succeed. Spanking? Of course.
Leather straps? You bet. Girl-on-girl action? Oh yeah. Wear your
flame-retardant panties while reading this one.

An Excerpt From:
PUSHING HER BUTTONS

Copyright © SABRINA
YORK, 2012

All Rights Reserved,
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

 

Chapter One

Wednesday

I
almost got off the elevator when he stepped on, that slick sophisticated
creature oozing with masculinity, the man who haunted my dreams. He could turn
me into a bundle of jangled, weeping nerves with a look.

So I
didn’t look.

This
took some effort.

I
wanted to, was drawn to the energy, the intensity, the heat rolling off him in
waves. Instead I diligently studied the sleek chrome of the elevator doors as
they slid silently shut.

We
were alone, together, in a box. Again. For a hundred floors.

“Going
up?” His voice was a slithering snake, raspy, undulating and smooth.

I
nodded. A short, curt dip of my head.

From
the corner of my eye, I watched as he pressed the button for our floor. His
thumb was long and blunt. He did it slowly, caressing the face. As though
making a promise.

And
all the while, he stared at me. Tracking my every reaction. Taking in the rise
of my breast, the quick dash of my tongue on suddenly dry lips, the quiver of a
lash.

This
unrelenting attention made my skin prickle, my nipples swell.

I
riffled in my purse for a stick of gum. There was no gum but I riffled anyway.

Honestly.
How long could an elevator ride last? I focused on the lights of the header,
ignoring his presence. Desperately trying to, at least, as his searing gaze
lingered and stroked.

I
was managing quite well, thank you very much.

Until
he did it.

He
made a noise I couldn’t ignore. It was something feral, between a grunt and a
moan. A sound a lion might make, unconsciously, distractedly, upon sighting a
particularly juicy gazelle. Or a female in heat.

I
was not a female in heat.

More
than one man had commented on my frigidity. The idiots. My coolness was merely
a reflection of their ineptitude.

This
man was probably not inept. A frightening truth for someone like me.

The
sound, the growl, the urgent hungry groan, washed through me in a vibrating
bass.

I
punched the button for our floor several times in succession. It was a tell and
I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself. Panic rose in my throat as the heat he
sent off swirled around me, sank in and settled in my belly.

His
interest in me had never been a secret. He’d tried flirting and sweet talk,
he’d asked me out more than once but I always shot him down. I knew what kind
of man he was. He had that vibe, that look, that alluring menace.

I
knew what he was, for God’s sake. I could smell it, feel it, taste it. I’d been
there before and sworn I’d never go there again.

Any
woman with a pulse would think him attractive, what with that sable hair
flopping onto his forehead, that square dented chin, that boyish insouciance
belied by a satyr’s smirk. And, ah. Those deep-brown eyes ringed with sinful
sooty lashes. Those exquisitely molded lips. That hard athlete’s physique.

But
not every woman would notice the simmering passion, the sultry sadism that
called to a woman like me. Telegraphed in secret code. Tapping. Tapping on my
nerves.

I
did not want a man like that. Not anymore. A man like that would eat me alive.

Against
my will, I caught a glimpse of his chiseled reflection in the chrome. He’d
opened his suit jacket and tucked his fingers into the front pockets of his
slacks. He leaned like a lazy panther against the mirrored wall and tipped his
head back, studying the ceiling. His long legs were crossed at the ankles,
showcasing immaculate Ferragamos gleaming with a high gloss. A crooked grin
tugged at his luscious lips.

Mercy.
Those lips.

Heat
sizzled through me as I imagined those lips on me, sucking, nuzzling, nipping.

But
that would never happen. He was not my type and I was not his. I wasn’t.

I
told myself to look away but I didn’t do it quickly enough.

He
straightened as we neared our floor. Adjusted his jacket. Shook out his pants.
Raked his thick dark curls…

And
caught my gaze in the mirror. Caught me staring hungrily.

Horrified
by this wash of vulnerability, I turned my head. Our eyes locked again but this
time directly, intimately, across the car. Tangled, tied.

His
body stiffened, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. He leaned slightly, almost
imperceptibly, toward me. His scent, his aura intensified. He held me immobile
by the sheer power of his intent.

And
then he licked his lips.

Something
within me liquefied. My knees went weak and I nearly dropped my briefcase. Who
knows what would have happed, what could have happened, if the elevator hadn’t
opened at just that moment?

The
welcome ding snapped me out of this lazy, hazy daze. I clutched my briefcase to
my chest and rushed through the doors almost before they were open, doing a
determined power walk to my penthouse.

He
followed, slowly stalking. I didn’t hesitate. I waved my keycard over the lock
and slipped inside. To safety.

I
tried not to look back. Really. I did. It was only a quick glance but the sight
of him standing next to his double-doored entrance, pinning me with a
heavy-lidded gaze, rocketed through me like a fist to my solar plexus. There
was heat in his eyes. And hunger. And certainty.

I
shut the door, shutting him out. Shutting it out. He wasn’t my type. I wasn’t
his.

A
man like that could destroy the woman I was, melt the
mask I had worked so hard to forge. I refused to think about him. I refused to
want him.

I
didn’t sleep all night.

 

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