Adderley’s Bride: Summer Lovin’ Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Summer Lovin’ Blog Hop! Join us for a sexy, sizzling ride with the hottest summer reads. I’m giving away an ebook of Falcon’s Angel, A Cardiff Novel Book 1 to a lucky reader. Remember to leave a comment along with your email address and then click this link to keep hoppin’: http://www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com/

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So what do I love about the summer? Well that’s simple…L-O-V-E! Especially with a hot, hunky ghost. Grayson Adderley is his name and he wants his fiancee back. Sophie’s just the girl he’s looking for in…

ADDERLEY’S BRIDE

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Excerpt:

“You are a delicacy,” he said in her ear.

Sofie woke with a slow smile. She felt tingly inside, relaxed and exhilarated at the same time.

He’d given her what she had always secretly wanted but had been afraid to ask for up until now; wild, passionate sex. The kind that satisfied her on all levels. Mouth-wateringly good.

She turned her head on the pillow toward the sound of his voice. “And you are the most delicious man I have ever…”

She was in bed alone. Frowning at the pillow next to hers, she re-played their love-making in her head. All that had happened between them had been a dream.

She sat up, not at all surprised to find that she was naked again. “This isn’t happening…who are you?” She looked around the room. “Where are you?” She said louder, and then put her head in her hands.

“Of course it was a dream. I don’t even know who he is, I wouldn’t let a stranger…I am having a nervous breakdown. You Bastard, you did this to me.”

She must be going through Levi withdrawal. That’s why she was having these hot dreams. Then why couldn’t she shake the feeling that she was being watched? Even more alarming than that; she didn’t mind a bit.

She was enjoying the man with the golden eyes. Even though he was all in her mind, he was gorgeous and funny and so sexy. She loved the feel of his big body over hers. The way he took control of her body. He was a creative lover and put his all into it, into her. He knew just what she liked and didn’t mind getting messy.

“Better in bed than the Bastard.”

A lusty chuckle floated through the air and she looked up.

 

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Samantha Holt’s Top Ten: Dreaming of a Highlander

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Two damaged souls. A fate changed. One determined faery.
 

 

Welcome Samantha Holt to the blog. Before we take a look at her latest release, let’s get into Samantha’s head. Samantha, give us 10 of your favorite…fill in the blank!

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My top 10 places to read

  1. On a beach in Spain—with a hunky waiter at my side preferably.
  2. In bed. Hunky man optional.
  3. In a beautiful English country garden.
  4. In a deep bubbly bath.
  5. In the car, waiting for the kids.
  6. Coffee shop with a double mocha latte.
  7. On a hammock on a desert island.
  8. On my favourite chair.
  9. On a balcony in a luxurious hotel.
  10. Amongst the heather in the Highlands.

 

To Dream of a Highlander

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Samantha Holt

Blurb:

Scotland, 1230

Sent on a rescue mission, Finn Mac Chaluim is prepared to do his duty, hand over the lass and return home.

But fate has other ideas.

In the midst of a Norse invasion, Catriona barely escapes with her life. Masquerading as her sister, she finds herself in the hands of Finn who intends to hand her over to her sister’s betrothed, Laird Gillean. In the interests of bringing peace to her home, Catriona is determined to continue the ruse—even if it means going along with the marriage and denying her growing attraction to a man who keeps his hurts hidden behind a quick grin.

If the green faery, Tèile, has anything to do with it, Catriona and Finn will come together—but only at the right time. Thanks to her last attempt at matchmaking, many paths were changed and now it’s up to her to put it right. Can she help Finn— who learned the hard way that sharing your life with someone only leads to heartache—get past his doubts? And will the battle-scarred Catriona even accept him into her heart? When Laird Gillean’s attentions toward Catriona become dangerous, both Finn and Tèile will find they have an uphill battle on their hands.

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Excerpt:

He swung his gaze around, grateful the night had not yet swallowed them. A flash of green a few feet in front of him caught his eye. Hair swirling about her, gown waving like seaweed in the wash, she floated on the surface—knocked senseless.

“Damnation!”

With several strong strides, he caught up with her. The tide drew her away but it was not strong enough to defeat him. The sea now up to his hips, he dragged Katelyn into his arms. By God, her gown weighed her down. Even for a man of his strength, he felt as though he were carrying a heavy sack of grain rather than a sylph of a woman.

Wading to the boat, he hefted her out of the water and passed her to Logan. The man shook his head. “Sorry, Finn. We were concentrating on not getting tossed about in the wash. ‘Tisnae easy holding such a small vessel steady.”

“Aye, have no fear. ‘Twas my fault. The lass has clearly had a shock and I should have been watching her more closely.”

Logan laid her in the bow while Finn clambered in. He knelt by the lass and glanced up at Logan.

“She must have taken a hit to the head.”

“Aye, likely against the boat. Must have hit hard to render her senseless.”

Finn nodded. “Let us get on our way. We can do no good for her here.”

“Aye,” Logan agreed and backed away to help row the boat from the shoreline.

Leaning over her, Finn studied the gash on her forehead with a grimace. Poor lass. She’d have a mighty fine headache when she awoke. The steady rise and fall of her breasts against the soaked green wool assured him no permanent damage had been done.

“Ye’ll have to get her out of those wet garments,” Logan called out behind him.

Finn clenched his teeth. “Aye, thank ye, Logan. I’m aware o’ that.”

He ran his gaze over her. Damn his luck. He’d undressed many a fine woman but none had ever been out cold and an unwilling partner. No doubt the lady would be deeply ashamed he’d done as much. But he could hardly leave her to die from exposure. If anything, his sister would have his head.

Fingers tentatively prying at the front of her bodice, he forced his gaze onto the wood just behind her head. But the wet fabric proved too hard to tug apart so he pressed his hands to her back and lifted her lifeless form. Icy skin and sumptuous curves flattened briefly to his chest as he fumbled with the ties at the back of her gown. By God, when had he ever blundered like a whelp when undressing a woman? But he had to admit, though he’d had little time to admire her and the swelling on her face did not reveal her features properly, the flash of creamy skin was tempting enough. In other circumstances—and had she been anyone other than a lady in distress—he’d have enjoyed such a sight.

He had her face pressed into his neck as he pulled her gown from her. Soft skin under his fingertips forced his breath to stilt. Only the grunts of men rowing reminded him he was meant to be helping the lass and not enjoying the moment.

Katelyn’s chemise and gown came away in one go and he peered behind him, narrowing his eyes at the men. “Keep yer eyes away,” he warned, “or I’ll be having yer heads.”

Adderley’s Bride: Beignets and Teamwork

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Happy Weekend All!

Now that The Dreams and Nightmares Anthology is released I can reflect on my experience in the making of this ‘first’ for me. Yes, this is the first time I’ve collaborated with other authors to create and I must say I loved the entire process. I made new friends and got closer to others. It was teamwork, it was fun. A shared excitement in every step of the process from choosing art to writing blurbs buoyed me for months. I’m not the graphic techie I want to be but I know a few now. 🙂 The learning process just continues and even that is exciting. I’m so grateful to Charlie Daye for getting us all together on this awesome anthology. 🙂

Teamwork is awesome guys – who agrees with me? No matter what team you belong to when your goal is accomplished the rewards ripple across your life like nuggets of knowledge that stay with you forever. Right now, I’m grinning from ear to ear as I write this. I hope you enjoy this excerpt of my story Adderley’s Bride from The Dreams and Nightmares Anthology. It’s all about teamwork.

 

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He came up behind her at the island as she was kneading dough for the beignets.

The spacious kitchen should have been cold in the middle of the night but the hard body against her back enveloped her in warmth. She curled into him. At five-foot-four, her head only reached his chest. His pecs were a firm pillow.

In the seductive veil of the dream, her peripheral vision blurred so that she felt more than she saw. The only light on in the kitchen was the overhead light which pulsed above them. A thought teased her consciousness that maybe it was not the overhead light at all, but something more.

“Ah, Sweet Sofie.” He shifted until he was nestled between her legs. “I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame.” His arms came over her and as he helped her knead the dough, his shaft slid in and out between her legs.

She sighed her pleasure and leaned her head against his chest. Watching his big hands over hers with flecks of the flour and sugar mixture coating the hair on his knuckles was an erotic vision of teamwork. She wondered how those hands would feel as they kneaded her flesh.

Their hands worked in time to the rhythm of his slide, in and out. Their fingers clenched onto the mound of dough as he pushed forward, and released as he slid out from between her thighs. Their heavy breathing was the only sound as they clenched and released, clenched and released…

A lazy heat flared between her legs, warming her to the core and making her hips rock back and forth. Her legs were giving way and she spread them wider to stay upright. She stopped kneading the dough to lean over and hold onto the island.

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his hand so that she had to lean her head back against him. “Don’t stop,” his gentle scolding tickled her ear. “I have not had a decent beignet since I arrived in these United States.” He released her hair and pressed closer. She was now trapped between the island and his lean hips. “I’ll hold you up.” His low chuckle was a hot vibration between her thighs.

 

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The Dreams and Nightmare Anthology Blog Hop!

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Welcome to the Dreams and Nightmares Anthology Blog Hop! We are celebrating the release of our anthology with a few friends so get ready to hop along and win fabulous prizes all week long. Each author featured in the anthology is giving away a copy of one of their books. But that’s not all. The Grand Prize is a signed print copy of The Dreams and Nightmares Anthology! What do you love? Erotic, Sweet, Paranormal or Contemporary Romance? Take your pick, this is where your dreams come true. Leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win and hop along to the next blog for more chances to win!

Drop by our Facebook Launch party, it’s a free-for-all over there too! Don’t miss it, a chance to play games and win prizes every hour on May 27th from 12:00 PM – 9:00 PM.

 

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The Dreams and Nightmares Anthology

Blurb

Dreams and nightmares are like twilight; that misty place between fantasy and reality.

When your mind takes you on an adventure you didn’t sign up for and you become someone or something else, it can be delectable, terrifying, or both.

Dreaming of that sexy bad boy who seems out of reach? Be careful what you wish for, sometimes dreams really do come true. If you have the time, we have the past life to seduce you. Whether your fantasy is a lustful mermaid, an irresistible incubus, a vampiric predator, or an insatiable ghost hold on tight. You are on the most erotic ride of your life.

When your desires blend so thoroughly with the truth that you don’t know the difference, that’s when romance is but a dream.

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Adderley’s Bride

by

Danita Minnis

Sofie is a singer, baker and a serious planner. When she finds her rocker boyfriend up against the wall in a vocal booth with a back-up singer, her five-year plan for a home and family is dubbed over like a bad music track.

Gray, a lusty ghost who acts like she is his long-dead fiancée invades her dreams and works her body over, night and after night. It isn’t long before Sofie’s plans include her beguiling lover, a ghost man with a plan of his own; be with me. Nice plan if you call that living…

 

Excerpt

He came up behind her at the island as she was kneading dough for the beignets.

The spacious kitchen should have been cold in the middle of the night but the hard body against her back enveloped her in warmth. She curled into him. At five-foot-four, her head only reached his chest. His pecs were a firm pillow.

In the seductive veil of the dream, her peripheral vision blurred so that she felt more than she saw. The only light on in the kitchen was the overhead light which pulsed above them. A thought teased her consciousness that maybe it was not the overhead light at all, but something more.

“Ah, Sweet Sofie.” He shifted until he was nestled between her legs. “I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame.” His arms came over her and as he helped her knead the dough, his shaft slid in and out between her legs.

She sighed her pleasure and leaned her head against his chest. Watching his big hands over hers with flecks of the flour and sugar mixture coating the hair on his knuckles was an erotic vision of teamwork. She wondered how those hands would feel as they kneaded her flesh.

Their hands worked in time to the rhythm of his slide, in and out. Their fingers clenched onto the mound of dough as he pushed forward, and released as he slid out from between her thighs. Their heavy breathing was the only sound as they clenched and released, clenched and released…

A lazy heat flared between her legs, warming her to the core and making her hips rock back and forth. Her legs were giving way and she spread them wider to stay upright. She stopped kneading the dough to lean over and hold onto the island.

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his hand so that she had to lean her head back against him. “Don’t stop,” his gentle scolding tickled her ear. “I have not had a decent beignet since I arrived in these United States.” He released her hair and pressed closer. She was now trapped between the island and his lean hips. “I’ll hold you up.” His low chuckle was a hot vibration between her thighs.

 

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I’m so excited, I can’t wait any longer to share with you an excerpt from my story Adderley’s Bride. Gray is a lusty ghost who has a plan for his love, the living, breathing Sophie: be with me.  Nice plan if you call that living.

Why don’t we get this party started early? All you have to do is read the following excerpt featuring Sophie and Gray and pay particular attention to our gorgeous ghost. There’s something about him that comes up in one of my guessing games during the Facebook launch party on May 27th. Join the party and be the first one to provide the answer and you win a $5 Amazon gift card. Ready? Read on!

 

Adderley’s Bride

Her stomach growled, and he chuckled. “You haven’t eaten anything.”

“I’m not hungry.” She wanted to hear his stories. There was something about him that was so very compelling and she wasn’t going to fight it. He intrigued her.

Her stomach protested again and he gathered her in his arms. “Come on, then.” When he set her down they were standing in the kitchen.

Disoriented, she wavered on her feet. “H-How…did you do that?”

Grinning, he leaned against the counter in naked glory. He really was a large, beautiful man – ghost – she reminded herself. Ghost man.

“Oh, never mind.” He wasn’t going to answer her anyway. He was too much of a tease.

As she tried to gather her bearings, she decided she really was hungry. She retrieved the deep fryer from a draw under the island and placed it on the oven. After pouring in the oil, she gathered the ingredients for Monte Cristo sandwiches.

She rummaged in the refrigerator. “Continue.”

“After the rage, I began to listen. The Wynters were good people. Through them I learned what must have happened all those years ago. They had no idea their ancestor had not built this house. They were never told anything about me.”

She whisked the egg-flour mixture in a bowl. “Forest knows you’re here.” He didn’t answer and she turned, bumping into his chest. His movements were soundless and instant. It struck her that was the only way she could tell he was a ghost.

He set salt and pepper on the counter and took her by the waist, pulling her hips flush with his.

“But he won’t admit it,” she finished breathlessly.

“It’s for his own good now that Sophia is gone. Others would only think he is mad as a hatter.” He smoothed her bangs out of her face and bent to place his cheek against her hair.

She couldn’t argue with his reasoning and turned for the bread.

Gray wouldn’t let her go as he sniffed her hair like a predator assessing his meal. “It even smells like chocolate,” he murmured against her temple.

Desire rose in her like the jungle heat of her dreams. Her lioness was responding to his lion, almost making her forget how hungry she was.

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Sweet Dreams…