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Monday, October 29, 2012

Greek Gods & A Giveaway with Rosanna Leo

     I’d like to offer a big thank you to Jennifer Labelle for hosting me on her blog today. It’s always such a pleasure to be here!

     Being October 30, I can’t help but talk a little bit today about Hallowe’en, a festival that celebrates dead things and creepy crawlies. It’s my favorite time of year. However, I don’t tend to think so much of the dead, as I do of those who’ve escaped death. In romance literature, this idea fascinates me, as I know it does so many others. After all, who among us has NOT fantasized about being loved by one of the undead, or one who can’t die?

     I’ve dealt with this theme a lot in my novels. Most of my works are paranormal so the “black moment” in them inevitably has to do with escaping from the grasping clutch of death. My Greek gods are, for all intents and purposes, immortal. But can they escape death even when it threatens the women they love? My Selkie is a mythological creature come true in my novel of the same name. Selkies have unusually long lives, but will death come for him in the end as well? These men, astounding and powerful as they are, all have to confront death in one way or another when their women are threatened, and you might be surprised at the outcomes.

     Can love truly conquer death? I’d like to think it can, even if only in the novels.

     Tell me about your favorite “black moment” of all time in a novel or film. Comment here, and you could win a copy of my latest release The Selkie! I look forward to reading your comments.




This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancĂ© cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.

To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.

Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.

As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever. 


She was attempting to stand on her wobbly legs, only to fall back down on her bottom, when she heard the sound of splashing water. Thinking it was her seal, Maggie turned to look.

Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the animal at all.

It was a man. He was rising out of the waves, walking toward her. She froze. He was nude, utterly nude, and was staring at her with overflowing intimacy. As if they’d had, God help her, relations.

And she realized, with sudden panic, they’d had! In her dreams. He was the seal-man from all her sex dreams.

No. Impossible.

Her first instinct was to call for help, but there was no one near. And then she realized with frightening awareness that she didn’t want any help anyway. Glued to her spot, she couldn’t help but drink him in.

He was beautiful, if unnervingly wet and naked. He had long, shiny, brown hair that hung down past his shoulders. His face could have belonged on an ad for expensive cologne, and he had a body to match. Sculpted shoulders gave way to arms corded in muscle. His defined chest was blanketed by a smattering of sparse, brown hair that led tantalizingly to his rock-hard abs.

Maggie held her breath as her gaze traveled lower on his body, taking in trim calves and thighs a quarterback would envy. And, she noted with simultaneous hunger and horror, his penis was the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was thick and long and glistening with the droplets of water that yet cascaded over his body. And it seemed to be reaching for her. She gulped, and forced herself to look back up at his face.

There was a faint glow about his skin, a shimmery aura. Dismissing it as a trick of the moonlight, she shook her head.

He was almost upon her, and his full lips were taut in a teasing grin. Maybe he was a surfer who’d lost not only his board, but his shorts in the waves. She knew she should be frantic, but wasn’t. There was something in his brown eyes that was so familiar, so soothing, even as they swept over her own body with lustful appreciation.

He stopped in front of her, and stood boldly, unashamed of his glorious nakedness. She managed to spit out one hushed word. “You.”

“You,” was his equally awed reply.

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I'd like to thank Rosanna for joining us today. The Selkie sounds like an awesome read. Don't forget to leave your email address' when you comment for a chance to win it. Rosanna will announce her winner on Thursday November 1, 2012.
Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Creatures of the Night and a GIVEAWAY with Raine Delight

Werewolves, vampires, zombies Oh My!

            Halloween is here and that means all those beloved creatures of the night are front and center the entire month of October. What creature of the night makes your heart go pitter patter? Is it those sexy and wild werewolves? Is it the seductive and sinful vampires? What about those ghosts that make you shiver? I love all things spooky and here are my top three favorites (and the books that I adore) to wet your appetites and maybe to add to that reading list of yours.

3) Ghosts: I love those spooky ghosts especially in Mary Winter’s Dangerous Spirits series from  It is one of those series where you go “ooohhh” in one breath then scramble to see what happens next. It is sexy, fun and a worthy book to read over again. J

2) Werewolves/shifters: Frankly with all the fuss over Twilight’s wolves, I have to say they are one group that can bring a man/woman to their knees as they find the Inner wild woman/man. I love my shifters and I have a soft spot for Rodrick Dracon (my wolf shifter in Haunting Magic). He was such a playboy until the one woman brings him to his knees. *grins* (

And the number One favorite is……..

Vampires: What is it about these guys that keep a reader enthralled? Is it their seductive powers that have you in their grasp? Is it the way the exude sex? I love reading about them and have to say my top vampire book to read is LA Banks Vampire Huntress Series. This series is one where a vampire turns to good, finds himself fighting a battle of good and evil next to the one woman destined to keep the Armageddon from happening. I can read these books countless times and each time, the emotions go into overdrive and I am intrigued to the very end. Ms. Banks definitely delivers vampires in a unique sort of way.

So what is your favorite Creature of the Night to read?

Contest: One lucky reader will win a $10 All Romance Gift card and all you need to do is leave a comment to be entered. Please leave your email address inside the comment so I can contact you in case you win.


Haunting Magic

Devon Falls 4

Secret Cravings Publishing

Paranormal Contemporary Erotic Romance

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Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn't melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. Jaxon is just aggravating and down right sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can this wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Will Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?


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e looked even better close up though she damn well wasn’t going to tell him that. He had a swelled head as it was, considering all the honeybees that swarmed all over him. She mentally gathered her defenses. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she was in lust with Rodrick, impossible as seemed from the way they sniped at each other. Shaking her head slightly, she felt his gaze move to her and heard his startled breath as she walked up to the porch.

“Hey, Rod, slow night?” Jax asked. Her eyes drank in the way his muscles bunched under his t-shirt. She felt her stomach clench, though it could have been the anticipation of food that waited inside the dark mahogany doors. The way he was watching her had her nerves on edge. She didn’t know what the hell his problem was, but Jax was determined to get in and out with her order before Rod pushed her buttons. She just was not up to dealing with him tonight.

 “Yeah, seems everyone is getting ready for the Halloween costume dance tomorrow. What are you up to tonight? Got a dinner date?” Rod growled at her, his eyes shining with a glow that almost made Jax take a step back before she caught herself. Shaking her head, she said, “What the hell is wrong with you tonight? I was going to have dinner with Grady, but he got short-staffed and had to cover tonight. I just wanted to see if I can grab a take out from your mom.” Jax marveled at how normal it was between them. Though she thought the hair on his arms bristled at the thought of her on a date, it probably was her imagination. Rod wasn’t interested in her, just the ones who wanted a good time and an easy lay.

“I am sure my mom would love to give you something since everyone knows you can burn water without even trying.” The smile that tugged at his lips had her eyes go wide then narrow in annoyance.

“What the hell would you know about cooking, you jackass? I bet you couldn’t make something if your life depended on it,” she sneered. Her hands closed into fists and she was tempted to smack him for being so damn annoying. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought there was a smile lingering on his smug face.

“Oh, are you challenging me, Jax? Can’t take the fact that I may actually know something you don’t? Want to take that to a test?” Rod leaned forward, stroked a finger down her nose, and said softly, “Afraid that maybe I can do something that will make you readjust your opinion of me?”

Jax was stunned by the clenching of her pussy as he traced his finger down her nose. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn there was a flare of interest in his eyes; though it could have been that she was moon-mazed or something. Jax tried to still the weak-kneed response to him touching her as she tried to form an annoying response.

“You can boil water? Oh, my god!” Jax looked up at the darkening sky and then back at Rod. “Wow the sky hasn’t fallen yet. Did you pay off Heaven or something? Has Hell frozen over and no one told the Devil?”

The smile that played on her lips had him growling low in his throat. Jax didn’t know what to think when Rod yanked her to him and said, “You have a death wish don’t you Jax? You really don’t want me to show you that I can do that and so much more.” His voice was low and husky; Jax felt her bones turn to mush as he nipped her ear. He turned her on, no two ways about it and damn it, why him? He has to be the most annoying man on this planet yet he also was sexy as sin and damn it to hell and back, he made her want him with every inch of her being. Trying to shove away from him was like trying to hit a rock with an open palm. He was an immovable object and his eyes, she could have sworn, glowed faintly.

“Will you please let me go, you ass?” Jax tried to keep her voice strong and pissed off but dang it; he was making her stomach do flips every time he nipped her ear. “If you really want to prove to me you can cook, fine. I swear it is like your male ego got in a snit or something.” She huffed and blew her breath out when nothing else seemed to make him let go, though if she were honest with herself, she liked his hands on her body. Still, it wasn’t like she was going to tell this idiot that. No telling what else he would do with that information.

“Is it possible that I can go grab some food before I die of starvation? I swear if that was your goal tonight, Rod, you are not doing a very good job.” Jax said as she felt his hands glide down her arms then let go, the lack of his touch almost had her keening for more. This attraction she had for him was getting out of hand, especially since she and Rod rubbed against each other like oil and water.

Her treacherous body leaned into him before she caught herself and as she glared at him, she didn’t know what the hell was going on tonight but for some reason tonight he was determined to drive her insane.

“Go get your take out, Jax, but tomorrow, make no plans for the evening. I got something to prove and frankly, I am more than a pretty face, Jaxon. I think it’s time for you to see what else I can do besides be the resident “Lathario” as you so charmingly call me.”

“Fine,” She snapped at him, disgusted with her at the way her body aroused from the way his voice. “If it makes your fragile male ego happy to prove something, come on over and frankly it better be edible please. Nothing frou-frou or stuff that I cannot pronounce for god’s sake. I get home about six so come by after that.”

The next thing she knew, he leaned over, snatched her from her spot on the sidewalk and smiled as her eyes widened. “Jaxon, if I didn’t know better, I would say you are intrigued by me making dinner for you. If this keeps up, I think I am going to have to show you some of my other hidden talents.” Then before she could form a coherent thought and punch him, he leaned forward and laid his full wet lips on hers, teasing her with a light caress of his tongue and with light firm kisses until she was panting and flushed. Before she could form a sane thought or even think of pushing him away, she kissed him back, teasing him with hard kisses as her tongue dueled with his as her arms wrapped themselves around his waist. With one last reluctant kiss, he stepped back. His eyes glittered in the moonlight and Jax saw his arousal strain his jeans. “Now the deal is set, Sweets. I will be there around six-thirty so don’t be playing the ’I am late’ game, I will be waiting for you.” Then he sauntered away back into the Inn, leaving her body primed for something and ready to kill him.


Raine Delight loves to be pampered by her harem of men that exist solely for her pleasure. Wait…..that was in a movie she saw. Hey, she can dream. J Raine loves to fight with her muse, attack her manuscripts and find a way to silence the many voices in her head. Inspiration hits at odd times and for Raine, a blank word document page gives her many possibilities on story ideas.  Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. With a love for Johnny Depp, movies and 80’s hair bands, Raine finds a way to bring all her chaotic thoughts into a story that tells her readers about love and romance.
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I'd like to thank Raine for joining us today. I loved the tease, the cover, and what I've read of the Devon Falls series so far so please enjoy this giveaway and comment with your email address' for a chance to win it. 
Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Monday, October 22, 2012

A Launch & A GIVEAWAY with Jenny Twist

All in the Mind Launches Next Monday!

Years ago I read about an experiment in an old people’s home where they recreated the environment of their youth, subjecting them to a regime of old films and newspapers, giving them the sort of food they ate then, etc. I can’t remember where I read this or what they were attempting to prove, but I do remember that one surprising result was that the subjects’ hair darkened.

I’ve had the idea lurking at the back of my mind ever since. What if you carried the experiment to its logical conclusion?

Last year I entered Nanowrimo for the first time (a competition to write a novel in a month) and this was the idea that resurfaced when I sat down at my computer. I have never written so fast and furiously in my life before. The story just poured onto the page.

I kept coming across gaps in my knowledge but followed Stephen King’s advice and just wrote it, intending to deal with all that later. When I picked it up again a few weeks later and got down to seriously working on it I found I had to do a lot of research on the Second World War. I knew a fair bit already from reading and television documentaries, as well as the experiences of my own parents, but I needed to know things like what branded goods they used, how the rationing system worked, etc.

I also realised, when one of my characters suddenly got completely out of hand and decided to return to India, that I was woefully ignorant of Indian culture. I knew some from reading, and I had studied a lot of Indian history at university, but I had no idea whether my knowledge would suffice for modern day India. The problem with something like that is you don’t know what it is you don’t know. I did not realise, for example, that a Hindu would be unlikely to understand Urdu. So I appealed on Twitter for experts on Hindu culture to read and correct it. I had four responses and checked all their comments with Google. Thank you, you wonderful people. You’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment. And thank God for Google. It’s saved me weeks of work.

My dear friend, Caroline, read the proofs when she was staying with me and suggested the idea for a cover. She painted the beautiful hands. They belong to her mother, Anne Ritson, to whom the book is dedicated. The photograph is of my own mother, May Thornton, who was a nurse at the end of the Second World War.

Then I got some of my long-suffering readers and fellow authors to read it in advance. Here are some of the things they said about it:

“Jenny Twist is an enormously talented story-weaver who just goes on getting better.  Fans of the wonderful novel, ‘Domingo’s Angel’ will not be disappointed with this latest offering from her.  It’s a sweet and haunting feel-good story which will immerse you totally in its fictional world and leave you feeling deeply satisfied.  Absolutely recommended.”

Lynette Sofras

“All in the Mind will take you on a mind trip, one from which you won't want to return. As always, Jenny Twist's fiction is an addictive treat that's tightly woven to draw the readers in and keep them there.”

Su Halfwerk
“This book moved me more than any other in recent memory, not because it was sad, although some scenes were very tragic, but because of the depth of emotion I felt for the characters, and the lasting love they share. I dare anyone to read this book and not be moved to tears of joy.”

Tara Fox Hall
All in the Mind by Jenny Twist is a most wonderful and heart-warming story.”

Chris Gardner
“And, yet it could happen, couldn't it? Jenny Twist has created a novel that will surprise and delight her readers.”

Catherine Kirby
Perhaps you would like to read it, too. If you would, leave a comment and one of you will win an e copy. I will also award an e copy of my short story, Away With the Fairies, to the winner and to 2 runners-up.


Tilly wakes up in the dark, alone and very frightened. She finds she is in a strange room inexplicably furnished in 1940s style. However did she get here? Has she somehow slipped into the past? Has she been kidnapped? Of one thing she is absolutely certain, she has never seen this place in her life before.

All in the Mind is a fascinating tale exploring the human capacity to overcome any obstacle, no matter how great, as long as you believe you can.

Tilly is part of an experiment working on a cure for Alzheimer's disease. She and most of the other patients taking part in the experiment seem to make a full recovery, but there is a strange side effect.

Tilly and her fellow experimental subjects appear to be getting younger.

Can the same experiment be repeated for Tilly's beloved husband so that he can recover from a stroke? Tilly thinks it can and she will move heaven and earth to make sure it happens.

A charming and thought-provoking story full of reminiscences of a bygone age, All in the Mind also deals with the dilemmas posed by new developments in a society whose culture is geared to the idea that the natural span of a human life is three-score years and ten.


Tilly was dreaming.

It was VE Day and they were dancing in the streets. All the lights were lit. She kept looking at them, not quite believing it.

She was dancing with Johnny, her head against his chest, exhilarated by his closeness and the knowledge that the war was over.

It was so real, the dream. She could feel the rough fabric of his greatcoat against her cheek, smell its particular aroma of damp wool and tobacco.

She felt the dream slipping away and tried to hold on to it, but it escaped her grasp and shifted seamlessly into memory.

They had danced late into the night. Long after the gates to the nurses' home were locked. Eventually, exhausted and intoxicated with the euphoria of the crowd, they had walked back to the nurses' home and he had given her a leg up to climb the wall.

And as she sat at the top of the wall, one leg on each side, getting ready to swing over to the other side, he had grasped her by the ankle and said, “Will you marry me, Tilly? As soon as I'm demobbed.”

She looked down at his face, illuminated by the one street lamp in the lane, one lock of hair hanging over his forehead, his expression earnest and pleading.

She said the first thing that came into her head. “You're supposed to get down on one knee.”

“OK,” he said, with a grin, and dropped down on one knee. Did he know? Did he know then what her answer would be?

“Tilly”... he began in a loud, theatrical voice.

“No, get up,” she whispered urgently. “Someone might hear.”

“Who cares? What are they going to do – sack you?”

She smiled back at him in the lamplight. “You fool!”

And she pulled her leg out of his grasp and dropped gracefully down to the grass on the other side.

“Well?” His head appeared over the top of the wall. “Will you?”

“Yes,” she whispered back to him. Then she picked up the skirts of her uniform and ran across the lawn towards the darkened building.

As she ran, she heard someone whistling the Wedding March, the sound fading as he reached the end of the lane and turned into the street.

Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family. 

She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant, she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.

She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic.

In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dog and cat

Her first book, Take One At Bedtime, was published in April 2011 and the second, Domingo’s Angel, was published in July 2011. Her novella, Doppelganger, was published in the anthology Curious Hearts in July 2011, Uncle Vernon, was published in Spellbound, in November 2011, Jamey and the Alien and Uncle Albert’s Christmas were published in Warm Christmas Wishes in December 2011, Mantequero was published in the anthology Winter Wonders in December 2011 and Away With the Fairies, her first self-published story, in September 2012.

Her new anthology, with Tara Fox Hall, Bedtime Shadows, a collection of spooky, speculative and romance stories, was published 24th September 2012.

Her new novel, All in the Mind, about an old woman who mysteriously begins to get younger, will be published 29th October 2012.

If you’d like a taste of Jenny’s stories without lashing out on a whole book, you can download Away With the Fairies for 99c from

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And, now it's GIVEAWAY TIME:
Jenny has generously offered a choice of her backlist to one lucky commenter. So, please leave a comment with your email address, and let Jenny know which book you'd like.
Easy peasy!
Jenny will announce her winner on Thursday October 25, 2012.
Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Cowboy Hunks! A 2 Book Giveaway with Kathleen Ball

Ryelee’s Cowboy by Kathleen Ball

I will be giving away two ebooks either Ryelee’s Cowboy or Texas Haven each to one lucky commenter


Ryelee’s Cowboy is a novel dear to my heart. It was the second book I wrote. I was posting on textnovel as I wrote and bam I don’t know how it happened, but it became increasingly popular. The first novel in the Dawson Ranch Series, Texas Haven, had won the Editor’s Choice award, and was a finalist in the Textnovel contest. Ryelee’s Cowboy was like a runaway train. It ended up with over 31,000 views. Ryelee’s Cowboy was the winner of the Editor’s Choice Award and the Reader’s Choice Award.

Ryelee Snyder is pregnant and alone. Sexy, widower, Clint Maloney needs help with his daughter. Can this handsome cowboy keep Ryelee out of trouble long enough to lasso her? A sizzling romance full of fun and emotion.

Warmth exuded from him, as he stood right behind her. He stepped closer, pressing his hard body against her back. She took a fortifying breath as he snaked his arms around her middle, pulling her back against him. His hot breath on her neck made her dizzy, and when he kissed the side of her neck, she wasn’t sure if she could remain standing. He made it extremely hard to stay mad at him.
He kissed his way down her neck and then up to her ear. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I put my big old foot in my mouth. I never meant it. What I’m trying to say is that I love you, Ryelee, and I wanted to know how you felt about me.”
Ryelee sagged against him. He lifted her up into his muscular arms, and she laid her head on his shoulder. She still couldn’t look at him, embarrassed because she knew she looked upset. 
Clint sat on Ryelee’s bed with her on his lap, and she wrapped her arms around him. He rocked her back and forth.
Finally, Ryelee stole a look at Clint. He was much too good for her. Maybe she had heard him wrong, but she didn't think so. She was so afraid if he found out what she'd done to help her father he would hate her. She should tell Clint she didn’t love him. It would be a lie, but it would be the right thing to do. She didn’t have the strength to deny her feelings. She wanted this man. She wanted to share his love. To love and be loved in return. She couldn’t turn away from him.
“I feel the same way,” she whispered.
He leaned down and drew her bottom lip between his, nibbling on it.
Licking his lip with her tongue, Ryelee suddenly found herself flat on the bed with Clint above her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She wanted more kisses.


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I'd like to thank Kathleen for joining us today. She's got two great books up for grabs, so please show her some love and comment for your chance to win a copy. We certainly appreciate her generousity.
Kathleen will announce her winner in the comments section on Sunday October 21, 2012.
Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Monday, October 15, 2012

New Releases & A Timing Is Everything GIVEAWAY with Kellie Kamryn

I'd like to welcome Kellie Kamryn back to Labelle Books.
Today Kellie gives us a glimpse into her two newest releases, and has offered to give one lucky commenter a chance to win a copy of her latest Romance Divine release, Timing is Everything.
So leave a comment with your email address and follow the blog for a chance to win it.
We'll announce Kellie's winner on Thursday October 18th.


In awe, he tightened his hold on her. “You’re amazing.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just me. My reward came when I got the job at the firm. Cancer free and a job to boot.” She sighed and tipped her face to look at him. “No one knows at work. Please don’t say anything.”
“Honey, how can they not know? They should know. You need rest. You shouldn’t be working all the long hours that you do.”
She chuckled. “Long hours remind me I’m alive.”
“But you need to take care of yourself.”
“Who says I don’t?”
“Well, I didn’t mean—”
She cut him off by twisting her neck back to nip at his chin. “I work, eat and sleep.”
“That’s not a life.”
“It’s my life.” She settled back into him and hugged his arms close. “If we’re interrogating, explain why you let everyone think you’re some male whore?”
He laughed. “Are the rumors that bad?”
She shrugged. “I hear a few things. Mostly I ignore it. Did you really fuck Jenny from accounting?”
He couldn’t help the guffaw that escaped. “Do I really have to answer that?”
“I’ll take that as a yes, you did fuck her. She only had good things to say.”

Anna Fortier, virgin no more, lay next to a snoring man. What the hell?
Emptiness consumed her. She felt cheated somehow. Breanne had warned her a woman’s first time usually wasn’t something to write home about, but Anna had prayed it wouldn’t be that way, especially since she’d waited for her dream man.
Well. Fantasy bubble burst. What the hell do I do now?
Taras snored, and she shook her head. How can he sleep at a time like this?She wasn’t tired in the least. In fact, she had enough energy to clean his entire apartment and bake about five-dozen cookies.
Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Jean C. Joachim & Ben Tanner's Love Lost & Found

Hi, I wrote Love, Lost and Found, a military romance with my co-author, retired Marine, Ben Tanner. While working with Ben, I became curious about the Marines. Here are a few fun facts I bet you didn’t know about the Marines, either:

1.      The legacy of the United States Marine Corps was born in 1775, through Congress.

2.      The roots of the U.S. Marines trace back to the British Royal Marines.

3.      Even though the Marines were “born” much earlier, the first formal Marine Corps “birthday ball” didn’t take place until 1925! Didn’t even know they had such an event.

4.      The ball is held on November 10 every year, the day before Veteran’s Day. Do you think that’s a coincidence?

5.      The Marine Corps mascot, an English bulldog, was thrust upon the Marines by a German in WWI. He called the Marines “teufel-hunden” or devil dogs in German. The English bulldog was chosen because of the tenacity of the breed.

6.      The English bulldog chosen as mascot was named “Jiggs”. He rose in rank to Sergeant Major before his death in 1927.



Now for a small sample of our new release. Mick and Tara are out to dinner in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands:
The waiter arrived with their food. They ate in silence for a few moments. Tara looked out at the island, it was a dark, quiet night.
"Have you ever been here before?" She put a forkful of food into her mouth.
"Travelled the world with the Marines, but not here."
"This is the most romantic place on Earth....oh!" She said, then colored as the meaning of her words hit home. "I didn't mean...I'm sorry. I suppose it's hard for you to be in a place...a place like this...without, uh, her."
"I’m sitting next to an insanely gorgeous woman. I have to tell you again, that dress on you…is—Wow." He said, deftly changing the subject.
She blushed with the pleasure of being admired. Her smile broadened, her hand crept closer to his. The pleasantly warm air circled around her bare shoulders, caressing them. A tingle went up her spine as she thought of his lips close to her shoulder, his breath on her neck instead of the breeze. The blush got deeper. She glanced up at the moon nestled among a bed of twinkling stars before returning her gaze to his clear hazel eyes then moving to his broad shoulders. The pain of her broken heart melted away when she was with Mick.
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~Author Jennifer Labelle~