Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Countdown Begins To Another New Year


I can't believe it’s already December 31 and tomorrow will be the start to a brand new year. Wow, the year flew by, but doesn’t that always seem the case? When I look back at 2013 and reflect, as many of you do I’m sure, there were up’s and downs. Life is always a rollercoaster, however I suppose the trick should be to strap in and enjoy the ride. Try to make lemonade out of the lemons life has thrown at you (even if you ran out of sugar to sweeten it). Learn, grow, love and laugh as much as you can.

 

I’m grateful for many things this year, and to have been able to get a few new books published in 2013, although due to some problematic health issues, I was forced to slow down. I’ve found out a lot about myself this year, and that living at a slower pace isn’t all that bad. Trust me when I say that for an impatient person, slowing down wasn’t an easy thing, but I managed to have three books published this year, and Requiem, book 2 in The Heart of Winter series joined Enchanted, book 1 in print! Since I decided to throw my hat in the writing arena in 2011, I’ve had my short stories included in several anthologies, and written several books, totaling 15 publications.

 

Looking forward, my readers will see a new and different side of London in the way of writing. I have decided to stretch my wings, and jump out of the box, going for some completely different genres. I’ll still be writing my contemporary romances and BDSM because I love them, but currently I’m working on a lineup that includes paranormal romance, a dark fairy tale, a historical piece, and a time travel/steampunk piece. My first 2014 release is a paranormal romance/shifter story that will be included in the Alpha’s Claim anthology from Evernight Publishing, releasing sometime in January. It’s called Tatum’s Tiger. I also finished up a short story called The Shamrock Incident, a sweet romance that I hope to hear good news on soon.

 

I wanted to take this time to say thank you to all my readers out there. Your continued support and encouragement mean the world to me. I hope 2014 will be one of prosperity for you, filled with beautiful moments, peace, joy, and love.


London Saint James

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Exciting News for The Crimson Rope

The Preditors & Editors™ Readers' Poll honors print & electronic publications and The Crimson Rope has been nominated in two categories!



Print/Electronic Erotica Novel published in 2013 http://critters.org/predpoll/novelerot.shtml

and

Anthology published in 2013 http://critters.org/predpoll/antho.shtml


You can click the above links to vote. A confirmation will be sent to your email from the site. You will need to click the link in the email to finalize your vote.

On behalf of my fellow authors and myself, thank you for voting for us!

XoXo
London


Friday, December 27, 2013

Welcome to Author Laurel Cremant


MIDNIGHT MISTLETOE

(The Golden Pack Alphas, Book I)

 
 
AUTHOR: Laurel Cremant

GENRE: Paranormal Romance

LENGTH: Short Story

PUBLISHER: Winged Moon Publishing

BLURB:

WARNING: This short novelette/short story of 8,000 words is the first book in this serial and contains snarky dialogue, extremely inappropriate uses of mistletoe, alpha HEROINES and the weres smart enough to chase them. 

All were-hybrid, Georgia Walker wants for Christmas is to spend some time away from her pack and in particular, away from one increasingly dangerous enforcer turned Beta. She has every intention of spending her days basking in the warm Caribbean sun and indulging in an island fling, or two. Anything to forget the way a certain were made her pulse race and skin tingle. 

Marcus Legrand has only one goal this holiday season, bring Georgia home and finally claim her for his own. Convincing the strong willed ice princess will take all of his skill and patience, but Marcus is no stranger to hunting prey. He has every intention of putting both his rank and heart on the line.

EXCERPT:

Taking a deep breath, she reached her arms overhead, arched her back and inhaled the balmy salted air.

She could almost hear her muscles sigh, but despite the relaxation attempting to spread through her limbs, her body tingled with a tension she knew settled too deep.

Her heat cycle was starting, and there was nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.

Well almost nothing.

Dropping her hands back down to her sides, she swept her gaze across the small beach. It wasn’t crowded but had a fair number of sunbathers and Zen cravers. And most importantly it had men looking for the same thing she was—a little fun, forgetfulness and zero strings.

Although heat pooled to her center, her stomach rolled in apprehension.

In the past she’d had no problems with finding a willing male to sleep with when she was in heat. She enjoyed sex, and although each year her parents hoped she would chose a permanent mate, no man in or outside of her pack inspired much feeling or devotion. At least not enough for her to be shackled to for life.

But last year, because of The-Wolf-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, no one appealed to her.

Instead of rolling around for several hours with a well-endowed chosen playmate, she’d remained locked in her home for days with her vibrator and a healthy supply of batteries.

She had no intentions of repeating the experience. This week, she planned on proving to both her body and wolf, that Marcus wasn’t the only man capable of making her hot.

Her gaze combed the area, looking for a good candidate.

One particular man caught her eye.

He’d been swimming for the last hour, his caramel arms cutting through the water in languid strokes. But now he rose out of the surf resembling a naughty sea nymph, his strong legs leading up to deep blue board shorts. Dry, she guessed the swimming trunks were perfectly modest—but wet they molded to his thick muscled thighs and cupped his cock in a way that left very little to the imagination. And since Georgia’s imagination was better than the average wolf’s she bit back a groan and clenched her thighs tight.

Yum.

Pushing her sunglasses up to her hair, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the diamond bright droplets of water running down his hard chest. They sluiced down his body, aided by the tight ridges of muscles along his abdomen, tunneling down to what looked like one hell of a stocking stuffer.

Merry Christmas to me.

Yes, an island getaway was proving to be the perfect holiday treat.

Her gaze meandered back up his chest and after making a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she made eye contact with her merman come to life.

His eyes gleamed with interest and her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking his head he turned and continued walking down the beach.

What the hell!

She frowned at his retreating back. Admittedly she was no super model but, she’d never had a problem with luring men her way.

A long shadow fell over her and it was her turn to freeze. Despite blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled down her body as the approaching shadow crept down her body. Her nipples pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched and a slow growl worked its way up her throat.

Only one thing made her body react this way and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley.

“Hello Gigi. Miss me?”

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WYNTER’S FALL
(WYNTER TALES, Book I)
 
 

AUTHOR: Laurel Cremant
GENRE: Modern Fairy Tale Romance
LENGTH: Novella
PUBLISHER: Winged Moon Publishing
BLURB:
An unsuspecting mortal, A Keeper of Dreams, And a group of Gods intent on reclaiming powers they no longer deserve... 

Melania Wynter has a big problem, the man of her actual dreams is becoming all too real. Determined to gain back some control over her life, she hopes that a a little vacation will be enough for her psyche to stop comparing her real life to the vivid dreams she's had since childhood. But one patch of ice, a solid pine tree and a nasty bump on the head derail her plans. 

Daiomone, Keeper of Dreams has always been drawn to Melania. He's bided his time, waiting for her to cross-over to his realm, but manipulative God's have interfered in unexpected ways. With a helping hand from fate, he must go to Melania and keep her safe. 

Together they must navigate the wilderness and survive both the cold and trouble-making Gods.
EXCERPT:
Melania, you need to snap out of it.
She tensed as Daimone’s voice filled her head again. Reaching up, she touched the throbbing knot on her head and moaned.
It was official. She’d finally gone off the deep end. “This is so not happening.”
His deep chuckle resonated through her mind. “Ignoring me won’t make me go away.
She huddled tighter against her drawn up legs.
“Trust me. I know,” she mumbled.
He was a major contributing factor in her need for rest and relaxation. Her trip had been a last ditch effort before she threw in the proverbial towel and saw a therapist regarding her little problem.
However, now thanks to a stupid patch of ice, her brain was scrambled and her dream man on the loose. Somewhere on WebMD, there must be a section dedicated to her current condition. It would be a perfectly descriptive affliction that fit her every symptom to a “T”.
Ohshititis—hallucinations and hysteria brought on by extreme situations and chronic bad luck.
You need to get moving, love.
Why not just go with it? Considering her circumstances, she was, after all, due for a little hysteria.
“Well, excuse me if I want to take a moment to recover from a death-defying event here.”
The storm is coming closer, love. You have to get moving.
Lifting her head, she peered up into the thick veil of snow falling all around her. She blinked rapidly as a flurry of snowflakes drifted down on her face with, she was sure, a type of maniacal glee.
The clock is ticking, Princess.
“First of all, you are so not the boss of me. You’re not even real. You’re just a figment of my imagination.”
We really don’t have time to discuss this right now.
“Wait, I’m still unconscious, aren’t I?”
She glanced back at her car, partially expecting to see a specter of herself slumped over the wheel.
His long sigh drifted through her mind. She could almost feel his breath tickle the nape of her neck.
Why do you always have to be so stubborn?” he responded.
She scrunched her brow at his words, refusing to be badgered by a figment of her imagination. Considering the state of things, her choices were either unconsciousness, insanity, or worse yet, admitting that she was well and truly screwed.
She opted for unconsciousness.
It must be the only thing that explained the presence of Daimone’s voice in her head. For as long as she could remember, she’d dreamed of him. He’d appeared in her dreams even as a child. In the beginning, he was a child just as she’d been. But as the years passed, he’d aged along with her.
Sometimes, months would pass between his visits, but even when she dreamed of other people and things, she’d felt him watching her in the corner of her mind. He’d been her secret companion, her solace for years.
Her cheeks heated as she thought of how he’d also become other things to her. It began the night she’d returned from her family’s summer vacation at the beach. She’d only been fifteen at the time and missed frolicking in the sun with friends. That night, she’d dreamed of lying on the beach soaking in the sun.
Daimone had appeared and sat down next to her, nudging her playfully in the ribs. She’d opened her eyes, and for the first time, noticed the breadth of his shoulders, his strong jaw, and twinkling blue eyes.
A flash of heat had raced across her flesh as sunlight had kissed his golden skin. For the first time, she felt the urge to kiss a boy. Her body had yearned to touch and be touched.
Her lips quirked as she thought back on that dream. She’d acted on impulse then. She’d reached up and pulled him down to her, pursing her lips onto his. He’d yanked away looking surprised, but she still remembered the way she’d tingled at the touch of his lips on hers.
She rarely saw him in her dreams for several years after that. He would appear as a passerby or random face in a crowd, but never played a starring role. Not until her parents died several years after she completed college did he become a reoccurring feature in her dreams again.
As much as I love this little jaunt down memory lane, it’s time to make a decision.
His voice had lost its calm tone and held a definite edge of irritation.
I’ll make this easier for you. You’re not unconscious, you’re not crazy. So that leaves only one option.
“Don’t say it,” she said.
You’re fucked, love, and not in a good way.
She groaned.
    Of course she was.
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ABOUT LAUREL CREMANT

Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.




Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"




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Monday, December 23, 2013

Winter's Sweet Kiss #Giveaway


 
 

 

Publisher:  Roane Publishing

Release Date:  December 16, 2013

Key Words:  Adult, Romance, Sweet, Contemporary, Historical, Anthology

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BEGINNING OF FOREVER  By Terri Rochenski

Blurb: When Wayne Edwards moves to town, Lillian Douglas experiences stirrings she thought were long dead. Guilt ridden over betraying her deceased husband and the feelings Wayne inspires, Lillian reluctantly lets him in. Secrets of the past – an old promise emerges, but will it threaten their forever?
 

MELT  By Shaya Roy

Blurb: Newlyweds in an arranged marriage, Naina and Dev go to the mountains of Shimla, India in search of snow. Unfortunately, they find fifteen inches more than they expected.

Being snowed in with her husband is not necessarily a bad thing. It gives Naina an excellent excuse to snuggle up to her deep, quiet man, but every time Dev spurns her, a little more of her heart drips away. Melting the ice around her husband’s heart before the snow outside does might take more pride than Naina’s ready to surrender.
 

ONE IN A MILLION SNOWFLAKES  By Michelle Ziegler

Blurb: Angela is in love with someone she can never have--her best friend, Rebecca’s older brother.

 

Stranded in the bitter cold after a disastrous blind date with yet another company Christmas party looming, a standing offer from the boss’ nephew gets a little more appealing. Desperation. Not a good sign. Surely when Rebecca rescues her from the blinding snow, she can also convince Angela to just go to the party alone. She can always count on her best friend.

 

That is, as long as she never finds out about Angela’s secret crush.

 

AN UNEXPECTED WREATH  By Annabelle Blume

 

Blurb: Stella’s got everything she needs in life: a great job, a beautiful house, and her independence. But on last minute trip to the local Christmas tree lot she finds something, or rather someone, she desperately wants - Grayson. An emergency trip to Target, an unexpected wreath, and a little Christmas magic make the season much brighter. 

 

SANTA BEBE  By Lily Carlyle

 

Blurb: Disillusioned by men and her belief that they see her only as an object, Bebe is determined to find a man with money. Her geeky, but unfailingly kind, next-door neighbor James tries to convince her of the possibility of real love, even as she reveals to him the troubled childhood that made her so cynical about relationships. When her mother dashes her hopes for a perfect Christmas, Bebe finds herself turning to James once again, and in the process, learning a lot about herself and the promise their relationship holds.



SANTA BEBE Excerpt:

He raised a forkful of jambalaya to his mouth, but paused before eating. “Well, now that I’ve told you how dysfunctional my family is, would you like to join us for Christmas?”

“For Christmas? Seriously?”

“Yeah, why not? I’ll have more fun with you there.”

“But, it’s a family holiday—”

“My sisters are always bringing their latest boyfriends. My mom will be happy to see me with someone.”

A small frisson of foreboding rose. “She won’t think we’re—”

He laughed. “Of course she will. She’s a mom, after all, and wants all her kids happily married, producing grandchildren for her to spoil. But, she won’t make too big a deal. My mother is nothing if not polite.”

Perhaps it was the half glass of wine on an empty stomach, or perhaps it was his unfailing kindness to me—not just that night, but many times over the past three years—that made me answer without hesitation. “Thanks. I’d love to.”

 




 


About Lily Carlyle

Lily Carlyle decided she wanted to be a writer when she was seven years old, but convinced of the impossibility of earning a living that way, she studied history instead (a decision she still can’t explain). In between working as an archivist and book reviewer and trying to keep her two daughters fed, Lily tries to find time and inspiration to realize her original dream.


 


 

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Friday, December 20, 2013

Harper's Wish by Krista Ames #Giveaway


 
 
 
Title:  Harper’s Wish
Author:  Krista Ames
Publisher:  Roane Publishing
Release Date:  December 20, 2013

Key Words:  Adult, Romance, Contemporary, Sweet, Novella

 

Blurb:

Christmas is supposed to be a joyous time of year, but for Harper Donaldson it’s just another day. Orphaned at an early age, she doesn’t have a single good memory of Christmas.

But, when a Santa’s Mailbox mysteriously appears in the lobby of the post office where she works as postmistress, Harper wonders what it could hurt to send her own letter to Santa.

Could he bring her the family she’d always wanted?
 
 
 
Excerpt:
 
I really didn’t think our meeting went that bad yesterday.
Except, she still hadn’t shown up and he’d made sure to drop the note off plenty early, too. No way Mrs. Whiddamore wouldn’t give it to her. She just didn’t seem the type.
“Hey, sugar, how about you let me warm up that coffee. ? It’s gonna be a chunk of brown ice pretty soon.” Not bothering to wait for his approval, Bonnie grabbed the cup, plopped a fresh one down in front of him, and filled it with more of the steaming brew.
“Thanks. Guess it’s just not holding my interest today.”
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else, —a piece of pie, maybe?”
“No, it’s okay, I’m kind of waiting on someone. You know, like a late lunch date.”
Her jaw dropped in surprise, but within seconds she returned to the bubbly flirtatious waitress he was used to.
“Well, sugar, if you need anything at all, you just give me a shout, okay?” She winked, tapped her red nails on the Formica tabletop and sashayed away.
As Fin picked up the hot cup, someone knocked on the café window.  He glanced up to find his brother standing there, face plastered to the glass. He shook his head. “I knew I should have gone somewhere else.”

 
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Bio:

Born and raised in Northern Indiana, Krista now resides in Northern Lower Michigan.  She is married to a very supportive man who allows her to follow her true passion of writing and never complains when she is pirated away on her computer for hours.  He is excellent at bouncing ideas around with and even helps the occasional writers block.  He’s also a terrific “in house” editor.  Krista is also a mother of 4 ornery children who keep her plenty busy.  With an addition of 2 beautiful chocolate lab sisters and a playful kitty, there is never a dull or spare moment in her household.  

Krista has always loved to read and would often sit up for hours into the night not able to put down a book until she was finished.  She still reads when she can but her main focus is creating her own stories to share with the world.  

She loves to communicate with her readers so please feel free to drop her a line anytime.

 

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Lady of Thorns by Nicola M. Cameron

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Lady of Thorns is the third book in a series that was never supposed to be a series. I’ve ...