Danita’s Hot Summer Romance Tour!

Are you ready for this hot hop? Join us authors, bloggers and reviewers for a steamy ride through the weekend. Remember to comment and leave your email address for a chance to Grand Prizes – #1 is a Kindle Fire. #2 is a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate.

I am giving away a $5 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter who can tell me how they’re enjoying this hot summer!

Speaking of hot…Want some Hot Summer Romance? Then you want the Cardiff Novels!

Falcon’s Angel, A Cardiff Novel Book 1 has Falcon and Angelina battling ancient enemies to stay alive. What happens when an assassin and a thief fall in love? Read more about their story here.

 

Next, you’ll be ready for Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel Book 2, which releases September 9, 2013. In this prequel, Angelina’s parents, Roman and Amelie have an interesting history with il Dragone. The Cardiff family curse is alive and well and it’s going to take more than Roman’s obsession with his little witch to keep them both alive. No cover yet but here’s the blurb. Enjoy!

 

A Love Entwined. Jewel Wars…The Blood Will Tell.

Run, little witch…

Amelie Laurent is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry tycoon Roman Cardiff steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

Run home…

An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remember.

From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.

Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…

When Amelie discovers her inner witch she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.


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JoMarie DeGioia on Tour: Just Perfect

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Just Perfect                                                                                                                               by JoMarie DeGioia

JoMarie will be awarding Loose Tea and chip nuts to two randomly drawn commenters during the tour. 

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Blurb

William Chesterton, the Earl of Chester, might be the perfect gentleman, but his feelings for Constance Bridgewater are anything but gentlemanly.

Constance Bridgewater, the daughter of the late Earl of Bridgewater, might be the perfect lady, but her feelings for the Earl of Chester are anything but ladylike.

They both know that if they were together, everything would be just perfect.

So what is keeping them apart?

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Excerpt

London, England 1825 

William Chesterton, the Earl of Chester, sat in his comfortable parlor swirling an untouched glass of brandy in his hand. Spring had come at last to London, though the April evening was still chilled and damp. His staff had seen to the modest fire burning behind the grate, and the warmth lulled him into a false sense of serenity. It did nothing to dispel the turmoil deep inside, however.

Most of the ton, his closest friends included, believed he was a steady man with a calm demeanor. That was true, for the most part. In the whole of his life, from his privileged childhood through his early ascension to the earldom upon his dear father’s passing, he’d been as steady as the Thames. Stalwart companion, dutiful only son, closest confidant. It was all so bloody boring.

He drank from his glass at last, his eyes on the fire. Tonight had gone just as so many nights before. The season was in its early stages and yet the parties and frivolities had already started. He’d joked with his friends, danced with their wives and sisters, and made certain not to show undue attention to marriage-minded young ladies. Their mothers would love to snare the calm and affable Earl of Chester for their daughters. That was certain.

He’d played his part as was expected, and even managed to ignore the urge to dance with one particular young lady more than the allotted two times. It had nearly killed him. Constance Bridges, the late Earl of Bridgewater’s daughter, was the only woman he wanted for more than two dances.

Her lithe body, her pale golden hair and sparkling gray eyes, were like no other woman’s he’d encountered. Last year, at yet another interminable house party, at one of his happily married cohorts’ estates, he’d attempted to make her see she was more than a pleasant diversion. He wasn’t merely a willing dance partner or riding companion, either. He might have acted a bit wild, however, and no doubt frightened her out of her wits.

He lifted the glass to his lips again and smiled. Ah, but that five seconds he’d spent holding her close, her breath warm on his cheek, her pink lips so close to his . . . he still got hard thinking about the heat she hid beneath that alabaster skin. He’d seen burgeoning knowledge in those gray eyes of hers, too. She’d wanted him. He’d stake the considerable estate his father left him on that fact.

She was a puzzle, to be sure. So serene and bashful on the surface, yet he knew she was more than the perfect picture she presented. He downed his brandy and let out a frustrated breath.

He was tired of playing the nice fellow. If he risked his lauded reputation in the process, so be it. He wanted more in his life than polite dinners and mildly pleasant diversions. He wanted love and passion and everything his friends had been lucky enough to find.

He knew Constance was the one to show him that heat. He drained the glass, letting the smooth liquor burn pleasantly down his throat.

He couldn’t wait to find out just how hot the fire inside her burned.

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Author Bio and Links

 JoMarie DeGioia has been making up stories for as long as she can remember, and has spent years giving voice to the characters in her head. She’s known Mickey Mouse from the “inside,” has been a copyeditor for her town’s newspaper, and a bookseller. She writes Historical and Contemporary Romances, along with Young and New Adult Fantasy stories. She divides her time between Central Florida and New England. You can contact her at JoMarie@JoMarieDeGioia.com

Buy Link

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Dashing-Nobles-Series-ebook/dp/B00DDEH2OM

Jamie Salisbury on Tour: Rockin the Boss

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Rockin’ the Boss
by Jamie Salisbury

Jamie will be awarding a $25.00 gift card to Amazon or B&N to a randomly drawn commenter at the end of the tour, plus a gift basket to another randomly drawn winner at the end of the tour (US ONLY).

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Blurb

The adventure begins…

Max Frazier may be a stunningly handsome international rock star, but he has other hidden talents from his past. Talents the authorities want him to use. Talents Max thought of as one hit wonders and wanted to keep in his past.

His smokin’ hot employer, Ashleigh Thomas, is unaware of his past with the S.A.S. Recently widowed, she yearns to bring the entertainment agency she and her late husband owned out of ruins, with Max’s help. Together they embark on a once in a lifetime deal for Max.

Will their mutual attraction for the other turn to fire, or will it burn to ashes once Ashleigh learns the truth? As she and Max find themselves helping the authorities bring in a figure from Ashleigh’s past…will love trump evil?

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Excerpt

Then, his voice and demeanor took a more serious tone. “Then there was your marriage to Richard and his sudden death.”

I carefully placed my fork back on the plate and stared at him, shocked that he would bring up Richard. We had been together for close to fifteen years. It had been obvious to everyone except me that he had married me exclusively for the money and connections that my family brought. What he had not expected was Papa insisting on a pre-nuptial agreement.

Richard made the best of the knowledge that he would get nothing if he ever chose to leave. As soon as we married, sex was non-existent between us. He had a steady stream of mistresses and thought little of parading them in front of me. The agency had been his idea, as he had loved the lifestyle and fame it brought. His life had ended as he had lived—hard, fast, and mysterious.

I took a bite of salad and did not react immediately. “I was surprised when you moved to Atlanta.” As I changed the subject, my tone made it clear to Max that Richard was an issue I did not wish to discuss.

“I wanted to be closer to the new team you put together. Manhattan can be so over-rated and expensive. California I love, but it’s even further away. But I do like the climate and the opportunities. Atlanta intrigued me. What made you move here?” The sides of his mouth curled up as though he already knew the answer.

What’s he up to? “Atlanta is special. My mother’s from the area, and I spent a lot of time here growing up.”

“Ah-ha!” he boomed, as he grinned at me. “Now I know why your parent’s named you Ashleigh. It’s so Atlanta, so Southern, so Gone with the Wind.”

“Better than the alternative I suppose.”

“What would that be?”

“My father wanted to name me Coco after Coco Chanel, which might have worked in France, but here I don’t know. At least fun can be had with Ashleigh. You know, the Gone with the Wind melodrama.” I replied as we left the table and headed into the living room. “Would you like coffee, Max, or perhaps something stronger?”

“A brandy sounds great, love,” his accent thicker than earlier.

The change did not go unnoticed as I left to fetch the liquor. I returned with two snifters and handed one to him. He seated himself back on the sofa as I walked around to a chair where I could gaze at him from a safe distance.

“I thought, if you are in agreement, we’d stay at a condo that belongs to a girlfriend of mine. She travels extensively. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to let us use her place.”

“That sounds fine. When do you want to leave?” His deep brown stare roamed over my body, a grin curving his luscious lips.

I shifted in my seat, trying desperately not to notice. “Day after tomorrow suit you?”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links

Jamie Salisbury cannot imagine a time when she did not write. A skill that has served her well throughout her diversified professional career that encompassed public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, and special event planning.

An avid reader of history, biographies, and romance it’s only natural that she prefers to write romances with characters said to be “so authentic they spring forth from the page and shake the reader’s hand.” No stranger to life threatening situations Jamie pulls from life experience when she creates her stories. Such as when her family had to escape Chile when she was a teen because of the unstable political climate.

Finding herself unable to walk great distances as a result of several foot surgeries, she started writing once again as a way to pass the time. With the completion of her first novel Perpetual Love she dove head first into the eBook and digital publishing paradigm. She couldn’t be happier with her decision to grab the publishing industry by the shoulders and force it to pay attention to all she has to offer.

Contact Links

Blog: http://www.jamiesalisburyauthor.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.jamiesalisbury.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jamie-Salisbury-Womans-Fiction-Author/202978499741542

Romance Novel Center: http://www.romancenovelcenter.com/jamiesalisbury

Twitter: @JamieRSalisbury

Buy Links

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And The Winner Is…

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First, I want to thank the lovely Drea Beacraft for putting on such a spectacular show – the When Sparks Fly Blog Hop! A good time was had by all. 🙂

I enjoyed reading all of the wonderful comments. Thank you lovely readers for coming out to play with me! Let’s do it again real soon. 🙂

I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek of  Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel Book 2 which releases on September 9th with Liquid Silver Books. Those of you who are familiar with Angel of Falcon’s Angel, A Cardiff Novel Book 1 will may remember her parents Amelie and Roman. Click on the link above for more on their story in Book 2.

Congratulations to Melitta J., the winner of my sites’s prize – a $5 Amazon gift card.  🙂

 

 

Alana Cash on Tour: How You Leave Texas

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HOW YOU LEAVE TEXAS
By
Alana Cash

Alana Cash and How You Leave Texas placed first place in the Short Story category of the GLOBAL BOOK CONTEST 2013.

Alana will be awarding a screen printed camisole (What Happens in the Bedroom Stays in the Bedroom) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour as well as a screen printed Brass Nuts t-shirt to another commenter. Also, everyone who reviews the book will receive their choice of a camisole or T-shirt.
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BLURB
How You Leave Texas is a volume of three short stories and a novella about four young women who leave Midland, Austin, Fort Worth and Mayville, Texas for New York, California, Jakarta, and in one instance, jail. They seek escape from boredom and sorrow and find it. The stories are hilarious, tragic, revelatory.

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EXCERPT
Dam Broke – after high school graduation, two quirky best friends reveal big secrets.

In sixth grade, I abandoned the reading glasses for a blond wig and a fake mole above my top lip. Mickey started wearing sunglasses indoors and carrying business cards.

Camille’s Net Worth – on her 40th birthday, Camille’s life falls apart in uncontrolled demolition. Life improves when she gets a job creating art paper and returns to painting. But the plot twists and she ends up in jail, laughing.

“I’m not going to spend much time repeating myself,” Camille said, “I want you to remove whatever you want to keep from this house. You can store your stuff in a rental truck if you need to until you find a new home, but you will be gone from here by midnight and never return.”
“You can’t do that!”
“If you are not gone by midnight, I will set fire to the house.”

Krystal’s Wedding – Heading for New York, Krystal leaves behind her shoddy family in Midland, Texas. Ill-prepared for the culture shock and expense, she takes a few slippery steps before she finds true independence.

Krystal’s family wasn’t an American success story. Mom felt like life had cheated her since Daddy never made any real money and spent most nights getting drunk at the Welcome Inn. Erin never finished beauty school and worked at a donut shop. Bethany worked as a bar-back at the Rusty Nail and was turning out like Daddy. Alcoholic, back-slapping, charming. Eddie Garthwaite, owner of Garthwaite Used Cars located on Interstate 20 between Midland and Odessa. Eddie Garthwaite who currently had his driver’s license suspended because of a DUI.

Frying Your Burger (based on a true story) – Nicky and her friends spend mornings slinging repartee in a coffee shop. While paying a traffic fine, she meets a director and soon finds herself a pawn for two directors trying to ruin each others careers.

I went into the room marked Cashier and got into a long line. And there he was. Grinning that grin. He should have had a license for it. It was that bright. I stood next to him in my white t-shirt and white pants looking like someone straight out of the “hospital orderly fashion catalogue.” It was all I had clean that day.

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AUTHOR INFORMATION
Alana Cash is an adventurer. She’s trekked alone through war-torn Serbia and has slept in a KGB interrogation room in Prague. She’s been to a gypsy fair in rural England, a bullfight in Laredo, and parasailing in Acapulco. She’s been inside the New York Stock Exchange and eaten in J. Pierpont Morgan’s home dining room. She’s gone on a ride-along in a New York City patrol car and kissed a man inside the Norman Bates Psycho house at Universal Studios. She’s been a lifeguard, legal secretary, accountant, writer, teacher, filmmaker and artist.

Her experiences are inspiration for her work as an acclaimed writer and filmmaker.
She was one of 60 US teachers profiled on the PBS series, “A Writer’s Exchange,” for her talent as a teacher at the University of Texas Informal Classes – many of her students published and won writing awards
Her feature film, “Tom’s Wife,” based on her novel of the same name, won awards all over the world
Her documentary “Anna Freud: Under Analysis,” part of documentary trilogy on women in science, was translated into German for broadcast in Austria, Germany & Switzerland

My New WordPress Blog

Well, more changes, onward and upward. Since Go Daddy will soon be doing away with Quick Blog Cast as I know it, I have switched to WordPress.

Welcome to my shiny new blog.
I am amazed at the possibilities with WordPress, and love playing with my new toy, styling it any way I want!

I have imported all posts from the old blog, which will run for maybe another week before I shut it down.
Those who have guest posts can find them easily in the archives.

If you followed my old blog and would like to continue to follow, please check out the new blog below.
Thanks and Happy Fourth weekend!

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Danita Minnis: Sparks Fly Blog Tour, Sneak Peek of Love Entwined!

Happy Fourth! And Welcome to the When Sparks Fly Bog Hop!
Join us bloggers and writers for a blow-out weekend of scintillating tales and great giveaways. Visit each stop on the hop by clicking the button above. I’m giving away a $5 Amazon gift card.  Remember to leave a comment and your email address for a chance to win prizes at each stop. 
My latest release Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel Book 2 releases on September 9th at Liquid Silver Books. Want to start the series? Read an excerpt of Falcon’s Angel A Cardiff Novel Book 1
Without further ado, enter the world of the Cardiffs, which is lust, ghosts and demons, mostly. Here is a sneak peek at Love Entwined.  

LOVE ENTWINED

Amelie tossed and turned, twisting the bed sheets up and
around her legs, right there, where she wanted him. But he hadn’t touched her
yet, not in this dream. She wanted him to, so badly. A soft moan escaped her
parted lips as he moved toward her and as in all the dreams before this one, she
ached for him…

“Do not be afraid of love.” He pulled the robe from her
shoulders. It swished to the floor in a whisper of silk.

She should protest—she did not know him. Instead, she
sighed with the cool night air against her bare breast.

Warm hands drew her close, a comfort as much as a command.
When he wrapped his arms around her, the bedroom walls fell away. She smelled
the sea and the wind whipped around them.

She dug her fingers into his back and remembered … the way
he nipped her neck when he sank into her, his deep, satisfied grunt when she
clung to him, how he pinned her down, holding back the release until she thought
she would die if he didn’t let her come right now…

She did know him. He was her capitaine. She molded herself against him and his chin dipped to rest
on her head.

When he pulled back, a thick, black forelock winged away
from his forehead. Full lips turned upward into dimples and moonlight shone in
his eyes. “My love.”

She rubbed her nipples into the curls sprinkled across his
chest and finally, he lifted her and laid her down on the water’s surface. His
body, all hard planes and angles, pushed her down. She wrapped her legs around
him atop a swelling wave.

He murmured approval as he cupped her buttocks, lifted her
hips and drove into her all in one deft motion.

“We are one.” He said against the column of her throat as
he rammed into her.

The night rose and fell on her sighs.

He impaled her, took her breath away as she clung to him
in the ocean spray. Their limbs slammed together as he tossed her about on a
wild ride. The dark waves crested, carrying them away as the night shattered …

Amelie kept her eyes closed and licked her lips. It felt
real; he felt real. Too soon,
consciousness chased her fantasy away.

She sat up, staring across the bedroom at the pre-dawn
outside her window. She turned on the bedside lamp and a golden halo sprayed
the room. “Just a dream.”

Her nipples still tingled in arousal. She pulled off the
chemise.

“Jacqueline”

He stood outside her bedroom window, watching her, his
square jaw slack with need. His tanned skin glowed in lamplight…

Amelie pulled the chemise to her breast and turned off the
lamp. She got out of bed and crept across the room. She stood as close as she
dared to the cool glass pane.

He was gone.

Don’t be ridiculous.
Of course, he had never been there, couldn’t have been there. The dream had
shaken her up.

Abandoned, she watched the purple sky lighten to pink. As
the sun climbed above the wintry clouds, the dream, and her capitaine, dimmed inside of her. It
faded from her consciousness as quickly as the street lamps winked out over
Central Park thirty-six stories below.

She had called him capitaine. Was he captain of a ship? Why had he called her Jacqueline?

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Christie A. C. Gucker: The Purple Heart



The Purple Heart

by Christie A.C. Gucker

Contemporary Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Categories: Inspirational, Military, Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Pagan Writers Press

Release Date: February 22, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count/Length: 52,000 words/164 pages

 

Available at:

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Prize is a signed print copy of “The Purple Heart” and a
signed bookmark from Christie A.C. Gucker. Contest is tour-wide and ends
July 21. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.


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Description:

When does hiding the truth become an outright lie?

As an Army psychologist, Sydney Porter has heard her share of horror
stories. The battle-scarred, down-trodden, and guilt-ridden have come to her
office, seeking her help. When a highly decorated soldier is referred to her,
she feels confident she can help heal his wounds. The chemistry between herself
and Sergeant Aiden Thane is instantaneous. Sparks ignite and against her
friend’s advice, she opens both her home and her heart.

Torn between a voice of reason and her undeniable feelings, Sydney
begins to question just what is hiding behind her lover’s decorated uniform.
What secrets are hidden behind his Purple Heart.

And does she really want to know?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it
contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including multiple partners)
and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


Dedication:

This book is dedicated to every man and woman who has served as a
soldier to defend freedom for all. You are heroes. It is also dedicated to the
families of those soldiers who give up their fathers, mothers, husbands, wives,
brothers, sisters and friends so that we can have those freedoms. Your
sacrifices do not go unnoticed. Thank you all.

Special dedication to the soldiers in my family, My father, John P.
Choida, grandfather Stephen P. Gaida, brother-in-law in-Darren Dreher, my
father-in-law Donald Gucker and my grand uncles who have served or continue to
do so for our country.

I want to give a special shout out to Battling BARE for all their hard
work to help soldiers and their families recover from PTSD! They have a special
place in this book!

 


 

EXCERPT:

I set off downstairs to quickly set the table, and then was off to the
kitchen to begin making dinner.

I started out making the salad, washing the greens and various vegetables.
He was suddenly beside me, like he had just materialized there. Startled, I
jumped and had to catch my breath. This seemed to make him chuckle.

He was out of his uniform, and dressed comfortably in gray sweatpants
and a black t-shirt. He looked amazing even when he was dressed down. I could
see his build underneath the thin material of his shirt, and the sweats were
hanging just perfectly to make my mind wander.

“I hope I didn’t scare you. I’m sure you’re not used to someone sneaking
up behind you around here. Can I help?”

“No worries. I’m pretty skittish sometimes. And no, you’re a guest. I
wouldn’t ask you to help. Just sit back and relax. I’ve got it under control.”
I continued with my dinner prepping. He reached out and put his hand on my forearm.

“Please, let me help you. You’re letting me stay with you, so the least
I can do is pitch in. I can wield a mean broom,” he offered. His voice was so
calm and relaxing. It was like listening to an angel.

“How are you with knives?” I asked, hoping for him to take over the task
of salad duty, so I could start preparing sauce for the spaghetti. I hated
chopping vegetables.

“I’m an expert, Ma’am. Trained in all forms of weaponry.”

“I’m not sure if that makes me feel scared or safe.” I giggled.

He smiled and reached for my knife. His hand brushed mine, and I felt a
quick flutter in my stomach. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. Now I
was flirting. I took a step back from him so he didn’t think I was some kind of
freak, inviting soldiers to stay with me so I could flirt and then have my way
with them. In this instance, I wouldn’t have minded, though.

He smirked, began chopping carrots and slicing the tomatoes. We cooked
the entire meal together. He seemed to be at home in the kitchen, like I was. I
loved to cook, and was excited to have, not only someone to cook for, but
someone to cook with.

We dined on our homemade Italian meal with glasses of Merlot, and had
the most amazing conversation. I told him about my parents and my childhood. He
never mentioned his family so I didn’t press him. We talked about the war a
lot. We had both experienced it, and it brought us even closer together. We
shared something that he couldn’t with most other people. It was one of the
reasons why I was so good at my job.

When dinner was finished, he thanked me for a home-cooked meal, offering
me a bit too much praise, which made me blush again, and then we proceeded to
clear the table together.

I grabbed our glasses and an unopened bottle of wine, and we moved over
to the couch in my family room. I was really enjoying having company. This
might actually turn out to be beneficial for both of us.

I thought it might be a good time to work with him, now that he seemed
to be much more at ease. He was still work, no matter how much I was enjoying
spending time with him.

“So, can you tell me more about what happened?”

“You mean, why I’m not still over there?”

I nodded. He immediately tensed up and sat straight back against the
couch. He looked like a mannequin.

“Not yet. I’m not ready to talk to you about that. Is that okay?”

“It most certainly is. This is on your timeframe. So when you feel more
comfortable.” I smiled and placed my hand on his to let him know I meant it. We
had plenty of time to talk, so I certainly didn’t need to rush him. I didn’t
want to. I needed to take things slowly with him. I wanted him to trust me.

Before I even realized it was happening, we had begun gravitating toward
each other on the couch. I’m not sure if it was the wine or the company. It was
probably a little bit of both.

He became quiet, and just looked into my eyes. I just couldn’t look
away. I was lost there. The pull towards him was unstoppable and I felt myself
start to lean in his direction. He gravitated back. My breathing became shallow
as we inched closer and closer. Soon, we were so close that I could feel his
breath on me, and smell the sweet scent of him. I took in a deep breath with
the hopes of being able to taste him. He reached up and cupped my cheek.

“You’re quite beautiful, you know.” I had no words; I couldn’t speak and
just waited, hoping he would lean in and kiss me first; and he did. His soft
lips pressed against mine, and I felt the familiar humming that happened every
time we touched, along with the now fluttering stomach I had recently acquired.
I stayed perfectly still; afraid to let myself go. He pulled back and looked at
me.

“I’m not going to break, you know. You can kiss me back, if you want to,
of course. I can’t remember the last time I actually kissed someone. I’m sorry.
I don’t mean to be so forward and don’t even know if you’re already spoken for.
Hope I’m not overstepping any boundaries.”

That was all I needed to hear. I reached up, twisted my fingers into his
hair, and pulled his face slowly back to mine without ever breaking eye
contact. I kissed him deeply, darting my tongue between his lips. He responded
in kind and our tongues began to swirl together. I felt light-headed, but at
the same time, I felt completely comfortable. We were completely in sync.

 

Reviews:
5.0 out of 5 stars – from KimCheck

“I have read 2 of Christie’s books and one of her short stories and I
have to say I’m very impressed with her writing. I have had the pleasure of
meeting her as she was so very gracious to call in to my book club and chat
about her books and her writing which impressed me even more! The Purple Heart
was a story that draws you in and makes you feel like you are living within the
story line. This story took me to a place I did not expect at all. The
characters in the book became so alive in my head that I truly felt connected
to every turn the story took. I highly recommend The Purple Heart and will be
sure to let everyone know how great it is.”

5.0 out of 5 stars – from tori muise

“This book had me on the edge of my seat and I couldn’t put it done!
Beautiful book and I’ve been telling everyone I know to read it!!!”

5.0 out of 5 stars – from Ireland

“This book was one that I could not put down. I started it on Friday
night and finished it on Saturday night, it was that good! I did not want it to
end. I can’t wait to read the next book that Christie Gucker writes!”

5.0 out of 5 stars – from BRIAN E LAROCQUE

“Her best book yet! Great story and great characters! I loved the Cheryl
and Gina story as well. I’m sure we will be reading more great stories from
this new author!”

5.0 out of 5 stars – from Newest Fan

“Although I am an avid reader, I seldom feel the need to write a review
for a book. With The Purple Heart, I just had to. I discovered this book by
accident, wanted something to read on a cold winter’s day. I no way expected to
be pulled into this love story. It pulled me in alright. Pulled at my heart
strings. What a beautiful love story. Classic, romantic but completely
unpredictable. Discovering this book and this author, Ms. Gucker was a
delightful surprise. Can’t wait to read your other works.”

 

About the Author:

Christie A.C. Gucker lives in NJ with her husband, two daughters and a
menagerie of pets. Being a mother is one of the greatest joys of her life. She
has worked in the advertising industry for over 20 years as a degreed artist,
but also works in the fine arts, especially sculpting out of stone or snapping photographs.
Christie is also a singer and musician, and can be found singing on a few CDs.

After the death of her father, Christie searched for something to fill
her desire to make a mark in this world. Her love of the arts and creativity
allowed her to search for a new medium, which she found with a pen instead of a
brush. Being an avid reader her whole life, and with her family cheering her
on, she decided to take her shot, and began writing.

Christie is fascinated by the supernatural and sharks, and studies both
avidly. You’ll be sure to find something spooky lurking somewhere in her
stories. Her greatest joy is sitting on a beach with her family while surf
fishing, flying kites or building sandcastles with her girls.

Christie is on FOUR Amazon Best Selling Lists: Romance, Short Story
Paranormal Romance and Fantasy.

 

Connect with Christie A.C. Gucker

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Blurb

We vampires do not make easy prey. Our
weaknesses are few, our strengths many. Fear is something we do not know, and
death but a distant memory. So tread softly, pray to your god, and gird
yourself with silver when the moons arise and night’s dark prince awakens. We
fear not the wizard, nor the warrior, neither rogue, nor priest; our strength
is timeless, drawn from darkness and we know no master save the hot lust of our
unending hunger. We long for blood, your blood and no blade, nor spell, nor clever
artifice, can keep us long from our prize. Feel our teeth at your throat, your
life ebb from you, and know as darkness comes to claim you that the price of
your folly is your everlasting soul.



In Drisdak, the city on the Sea of Sorrows, the citizens have much to dread.
Unease and foreboding have always been associated with the local wizards guild;
peasants have an innate distrust of magic and those who use it. But now,
something else is on the rise. A mysterious fire at the guild has left two men
dead and a third missing. A small matter, you say? Well, one of those men was
the guild master, and his successor wants to know what happened to him. Enter
Coragan of Esperia, the renowned bounty hunter. If anyone can unravel this mess
he can. But is even he prepared to challenge the horrible evil that lurks at
the heart of the mystery? An ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr.


 


Excerpt

There’s
a woman in chain mail standing across the room from me; her sword is leveled at
my chest. I can smell the enchantment on the blade, it’s a strong one; maybe
even strong enough to cause me harm. Still, I’m not too concerned; it’s at
least a ten foot lunge and I know I move faster than she does. Indeed, she’s
the one who is looking worried. My display of strength and the death of her
comrade have shaken her resolve.
           

She’s
got a pretty face, flushed with excitement but strong and in control. It is her
neck that really draws me, though, so soft and inviting, filled with the warm
blood I desire. The curve of her flesh glistens, waiting for a well-placed
gentle kiss.

She’s
breathing rapidly now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her trek up through the
castle has sapped much of her strength. And the fear she feels is naked in her
eyes. Now, she’s getting ready to pounce, just a little too much tension in her
stance, her eyes just a little too focused. She couldn’t give me more warning
if she were to ask my permission first.
           

She
moves in with remarkable speed, her blade striking out like a serpent’s tongue.
Even winded, she still manages to cut my cape, then prances away with her back
toward the wall, ready for anything. Anything, except me.


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Author
Bio and Links

Matthew
D. Ryan is a published author living in upstate New York on the shores of Lake
Champlain. He has a background in philosophy, mathematics, and computer
science. He also has a black belt in the martial arts and studies yoga. He has
been deeply involved in the fantasy genre for most of his life as a reader,
writer, and game designer. He believes he saw the legendary Lake Champlain
Monster (a.k.a Champy) once and he has a cat named Confucius.

 

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D. Ryan

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