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Sunday Snippet – Crossing the Line – The Proposition
Sunday Snippet time, part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme.
In previous snippets, we had a glimpse of Derrick and Hanna right before the wedding. If you want to know exactly what happened, you can read the full first chapter and find out. Today, we’re jumping ahead in time and joining Derrick and Hanna in their kitchen, where Derrick has a not-so-little proposition for his wife…“The videos you watch, the stuff we pretend—we can do that if you want. Really do it.”
A couple of seconds ticked by before it clicked. “What…why? No, no, I don’t need that. Just you, you’re all I need.”
Ah, there it was, the importance of a single word. She didn’t need to be with two men at once, but she hadn’t said she didn’t want to be.
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To celebrate the release of CROSSING THE LINE, I’ll be visiting some awesome blogs and giving away backlist books and gift cards. I hope you’ll stop by and check them out:Monday, November 18th
Tuesday, November 19th
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Sunday Snippet – Crossing The Line – Listen to Me
It’s Sunday Snippet time. This week’s bite-sized excerpt is from my upcoming release, CROSSING THE LINE. When you’re done here, head over to see the full list of participating Weekend Writing Warriors.
Last week, Derrick Sutter was trying to sneak a peek at his bride-to-be before the ceremony. In doing so, he overheard something nobody wants to hear right before their wedding. I know some of you wondered who said the dreaded words at the end of last week’s snippet…
“It’s not too late to call it off.” Mrs. Collins’ voice, in its usual, judgmental tone.“Mom, please.”
“Hanna, you need to listen to me.”
All the muscles in Derrick’s body seized. If anybody walked out of one of these second-floor rooms, he was fucked. Because he couldn’t move. All he could do was listen, same as the woman he loved had just been ordered to do.
Thanks for stopping by — I hope you’ll check back next week for another snippet.
Crossing the Line
Derrick can’t give his wife the thing her biological clock wants, but he can give her what her very healthy libido craves—a threesome. Of the two guys, one girl variety. And he knows just who to invite as their third.
Ten years ago, Hanna danced with two guys at a bar. The one she went home with became her husband, a man who still brings love, lust and adventure to her life, daily. When Derrick suggests inviting the other man, his longtime best friend, Jeremy, along for a sexy weekend getaway, Hanna can’t help worrying. Nor can she resist what will undoubtedly be the hottest birthday party ever.
Everything would’ve been fine if they’d had their fun that weekend, then gone back to normal.
But they didn’t. And things will never be the same—for any of them.
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A.S. Fenichel’s Alaskan Exposure
Today, I’m fortunate to have one of my very good friends visiting. I met A.S. Fenichel at the RWA National Conference in NYC in the summer of 2011. During our random meeting at a panel discussion about digital publishing, she received the cover for her very first book via email. Fast forward two years, Andrea has 9 book covers on her website! Including this pretty one, for her brand-new release, ALASKAN EXPOSURE.
Welcome, Andrea!
Hi Karla, I’m so happy to be here to talk about my new release, Alaskan Exposure. This is my first contemporary romance and I’m really excited about it. I got the idea while on my own Alaskan cruise. My husband and I went on an anniversary trip last year and had the most amazing time. Alaska is stunningly beautiful and so was the first officer on the ship. We met him when we took a tour of the bridge. He was so good looking I could barely speak. Good thing my husband had a lot of technical questions about the ship. He even asked questions about becoming a career merchant marine. YUM! I took it all in, made a few mental notes (mostly about his beautiful blue eyes) and by the time we left the ship, I had the makings of a new book in my head. Now that’s what I call a working vacation. J
I’m happy to share the back cover blurb and a short excerpt here today. If anyone has any questions about Alaskan Exposure, the book or the cruise, I’d love to hear from you. I’m also going to be chatting on Writer’s Space tonight with some other wonderful writers from 9:00 – 10:00 ET if anyone would like to join me for a real time chat.
Excerpt:
Charley headed to the designated area in front of the forward elevator bank on deck eight. In case a good shot availed itself, she kept her camera bag with her. She reached inside the specially made backpack and felt her way to the camera sling. Her Canon EOS 5D Mark III was at the top and she dug for the EF 24-70mm f/2.8L lens and its EW-83F hood. Her hand wrapped around it and pulled it from its snug memory foam compartment. She walked up the one deck from their cabin while attaching the lens best suited for close, low-light shots.
Even only having seen that small percentage of the ship, she had to admit it was not at all cramped or claustrophobic. When she saw an officer talking to a group of passengers, she immediately clicked off a few pictures. He was tall. His chest and shoulders filled out the white uniform and he smiled easily at the three women who peppered him with questions while batting their eyelashes shamelessly. The youngest of the three looked to be at least ten years older than the sailor.
Charley zoomed in on his bright blue eyes and neatly cropped dark, curly hair. He seemed genuinely interested in what the women were saying. If she had to guess, the handsome officer must have known the passengers. She clicked several more pictures.
His eyes turned toward her. There was a moment of surprise, followed by a slow, private smile. Inside her lens he was so close he penetrated her comfort zone. Charley felt her cheeks flush and she took the camera away from her face.
He’d caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. She’d invaded his privacy and he smiled warmly across the expanse of blue carpet. But he didn’t look the least bit offended. Normally she asked people if she could photograph them, though spontaneous pictures always turned out better. Making a conscious effort to slow her heart and ignore her embarrassment, she felt her cheeks cool slightly.
The officer said his polite goodbyes to the ladies and walked over to Charley. “Miss Ballantine?”
“Yes.” Immediately her cheeks flushed again. He smelled of a musky cologne, soap and man. What the hell was wrong with her? She shook herself out of her mesmerized state. “I’m Charlene Ballantine, sorry I’m late.”
He frowned for an instant. “I was told Charley.”
Her cheeks were on fire and her heart beat so hard that it was a wonder he didn’t comment on the infernal noise. “Charley is fine.”
He held out his hand. “I’m Kyle Macintyre, the ship’s first officer. I’m assigned the task of showing you the bridge. The captain asked that I tell you what you may and may not do while aboard.”
“They sent me a list of dos and don’ts.” Her voice was a bit steadier.
There was that smile again. “Yes, I’m sure the line sent you a laundry list, but since you’re not part of the crew and you have had no shipboard training, Captain Cristou likes to make certain they’ll be no trouble.”
She nodded dumbly, intoxicated by the deep, warm sound of his voice. “Who were those women?”
If the question surprised him he didn’t show it. “Mrs. Jones and her two daughters. They’re taking a family vacation.”
“Do you know them?”
He cocked his head to one side. “I just met them. Why do you ask?”
She shrugged, wishing she could keep her mouth shut. She supposed the question was out of context, but she was curious. “It looked as if you knew them.”
Turning the digital display on her camera around, she showed him the pictures she’d taken. He stood very close as she scrolled through the dozen shots she snapped while he was unaware. Her shoulder brushed against his arm.
The warmth of his body spread through her as if she were standing too close to a furnace. She’d lost her mind. That was the only explanation. Since her divorce, men had been the last thing she wanted. She’d spent a year in therapy trying not to think of them as the enemy and she’d made progress. She’d even gone on a couple of dates that hadn’t ended in disaster. But this sailor had an effect on her that none of the men she’d come in contact with had. Her pulse was tripping wildly and she thought running away would be a great idea. In fact, better to get as far away from Kyle Macintyre as possible. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.
He smiled brightly. “It does. You know, I’ve been doing this for so long, I’ve just learned that on a short cruise you don’t have much time to get to know people. I make friends quickly.”
She took a step away from his arousing scent and warm body.
“I’ll bet you do.” Sarcasm dripped from her words. She thought of looking around to see if her mother was behind her. No, it had been her. Shit.
He frowned, but was still so gorgeous she could barely look at him. “I think I should be insulted by the way you said that, Miss Ballantine, but I’m going to reserve my reaction until I know you better.”
About A.S. Fenichel
A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published in erotic paranormal, historical romance and now erotic contemporary, A.S. has 6 books currently available and two more underway with Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.
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Sunday Snippet – Crossing the Line – I Do, or…
Sunday Snippet time! As always, pop over to the Weekend Writing Warriors site for the complete list of participants.
Today’s eight sentences are from the first page of CROSSING THE LINE, which releases November 18th. Less than two weeks left to wait!
Last week, Derrick was battling with his tie as he got ready for his wedding day, and his best buddy posed a cryptic question. Today, we’re following Derrick as he goes in search of the bride-to-be.
Thanks to the ultra-plush carpeting that ran through the house, nobody heard him climbing the stairs. Or walking down the hall toward the last door on the left, Hanna’s old bedroom. He’d have been happy to make things legal at some chapel in Niagara Falls, where she’d made him the happiest man alive by accepting his proposal. But deny Hanna the pretty, garden wedding she’d dreamed about and deserved? No way. So here they were. And here he was, three steps from his bride-to-be’s half-open door.
“It’s not too late to call it off.”
That’s the mock-up of the print edition cover. So exciting!
You know what else would be exciting? If you added CROSSING THE LINE to your Goodreads shelves! 😉
Thanks for visiting! I hope you’ll stop by next week for another snippet. 🙂
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Sunday Snippet – Crossing the Line – Ties
Welcome! It’s Sunday Snippet time, part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme.
For this week’s bite-sized excerpt, I’m serving up the first eight sentences of my upcoming release, CROSSING THE LINE, available November 18th!
“Fucking ties. What idiot invented these things?” Derrick snapped the strip of gray silk from its stranglehold around his neck. “To hell with it, not doing it,” he said, launching the thing at a garbage can.
Jeremy’s dark eyebrows rose, but Derrick’s best friend left the tie where it’d landed. “I have a solution. We pretend I won the coin toss that night. I get the girl, you get to avoid the marital noose.”
Blurb
After a decade together, things are perfect between Derrick and Hanna. Derrick can’t give his wife the thing her biological clock wants, but he can give her what her very healthy libido craves—a threesome. Of the two guys, one girl variety. And he knows just who to invite as their third.
Ten years ago, Hanna danced with two guys at a bar. The one she went home with became her husband, a man who still brings love, lust and adventure to her life, daily. When Derrick suggests inviting the other man, his longtime best friend, Jeremy, along for a sexy weekend getaway, Hanna can’t help worrying. Nor can she resist what will undoubtedly be the hottest birthday party ever.
Everything would’ve been fine if they’d had their fun that weekend, then gone back to normal.
But they didn’t. And things will never be the same—for any of them.
Thanks for visiting. I hope you’ll visit again next week for another taste of CROSSING THE LINE. Have a great day!
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Cover Reveal for Crossing the Line!
I figured ‘Hump Day’ was a good day to reveal the cover for my upcoming release, CROSSING THE LINE. 😉
Two awesome bloggers are helping me roll out the hotness, and each of them has a different, sexy excerpt, so go visit them both!
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Sunday Snippet-More Than Words-On the Wagon
Sunday snippet time! Part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme. Make sure you check out that list of participants when you’re done here. 🙂
Starting next week, I’ll be starting with teasers from my upcoming, November release, CROSSING THE LINE. Check back here this Wednesday for the cover reveal.
For today, here’s one more bite-sized excerpt from MORE THAN WORDS. This bit follows not too long after last week’s, where Travis met Calli in person for the first time with a surprise — and very unexpected — visit to Calli’s store.
“Are you…” How to word it. How to ask if the ridiculously good-looking man holding her in his arms was some nut-job stalker. “Insane?”
“Not currently. I’ve been on the wagon for almost two months.” Dear god, he had dimples to go with the charming crinkles when he smiled.
She was such a goner.
For more of Travis and Calli’s dirty Scrabble story, check out MORE THAN WORDS on Amazon, Goodreads, or at your other favorite e-book retailer.Thanks for stopping by!
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Sunday Snippet – More Than Words – The First Look
Sunday snippet time. Make sure you check out the full list of participants at the Weekend Writing Warriors website.Today’s eight sentences are from MORE THAN WORDS, aka “the dirty Scrabble book”. Last week, Travis was doing a little investigating via Google, trying to locate his mystery woman from some clues she’d left. Today’s snippet skips ahead some. (If you want to know what happened in between, just click one of those buy link buttons at the bottom.)
Travis pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head — he wanted a clear view when he walked through the door.
An electronic chime announced his arrival. A woman sat behind the main counter, bowed over a book, dark hair pooling on newsprint as her pencil tapped frenetically on the gleaming white countertop. He’d made it halfway into the store before she raised her head, looked him in the eye and straightened on her stool. The sight stopped him mid-step. He’d hoped she’d be attractive. Expected it, since her sister was a looker. But he hadn’t prepared himself for the possibility that his anonymous Scrabble crush would be knockout beautiful.
MORE THAN WORDS is now available just about everywhere, so go grab your copy. 😉
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Sunday Snippet – More Than Words – Under the Covers
Welcome to today’s Sunday Snippet, part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme.
I thought we’d hang out with Travis, the hero from MORE THAN WORDS, a bit more this week. In the last snippet, he was thinking about the anonymous woman he met online, playing Scrabble. In this week’s excerpt, he’s taken some of the clues she gave him, done some Googling and found the website of the store where she very possibly works. Let’s see what he thinks about that…
He scrolled through the pages, past lingerie that went from church-lady reserved to porn-star racy, not stopping to look at anything specific until he got to the accessories area. Vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps…and she’d sampled some of this stuff? The images that brought to mind.
It wasn’t until Kersh pounced on the blanket that Travis realized more than his mind had wandered. He cursed the cat but couldn’t blame him for misinterpreting the kind of playing going on beneath the covers. Yeah, he’d decided. For better or worse, he had to know, had to get a look at the naughty Scrabble vixen. Tomorrow he’d be taking a trip to Romance U.
For more Travis and dirty Scrabble, grab MORE THAN WORDS from your favorite etailer.Amazon ♦ Kobo ♦ B&N ♦ Other Stores
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Thanks for stopping by, have a great day!
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Sunday Snippet – More Than Words – Anonymous Infatuation
Thanks for stopping by to read my Sunday Snippet. This eight-sentence excerpt is from MORE THAN WORDS, a.k.a, the ‘dirty Scrabble’ book, and comes to you as part of the Weekend Writing Warriors meme.
Travis is a rocker who has grown tired of the party scene. We’re in his head here, as he thinks about the woman he just met online — playing Scrabble, of all things.
Fabricating some story was easy enough. The question he couldn’t shake was why some faceless female on a geeky game site had gotten to him. Women threw themselves at him all the time—young ones, old ones, and an incredible amount of smoking-hot ones. Even small-time musicians got laid a lot, freely and without any expectation of commitment. A perk of the job, until it grew old. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about C Ya, wondering exactly what she looked like, where she lived, if she walked around wearing lingerie just for the hell of being sexy. For all he knew, she wasn’t even a she. He ought to give his fucking head a shake.
This week, The Jeep Diva gave MORE THAN WORDS a 4.5 star review!
You can check out MORE THAN WORDS at Goodreads, Amazon, B&N, Kobo, iTunes, and more.
Read the full first chapter right here.
