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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Welcome Julie Lynn Hayes & M.A. Church back to Labelle Books with their Newest Release, Be My Human...

The Making of an Alien
I was very excited when we started writing Be My Alien for two reasons: one, I was getting to write with my friend, M.A. Church, and two, we were going to write about aliens! And since she had written about aliens in the Nighttime series (which I’d read) as well as the Harvest series (which I hadn’t yet), we decided I should write the alien and she’d write the earthling.
Yes! I was very excited! But where to begin? In M.A.’s Nighttime books, the alien has dreads/tentacles that can take on a life of their own, and is somewhat reptilian appearance. So I knew I had to go into a different direction. And since I happen to be a catlover, it seemed very natural that my alien should have some... well... feline qualities, let us say.
I needed a name for him, of course. At the time, I was watching Top Chef, and one of the chefs had definitely caught my fancy. His name was Fabio Viviani. He’s so cute! And the way he says “burger” as “boorger” is adorable! But I digress. I elongated his name a little bit and came up with Fabrintazo, thinking his nickname would be a derivative of Fabio. But things don’t work out the way you thought, and he informed me he preferred Taz, so Taz he became.
Taz just sort of developed as I wrote him. In the first book, he’s on a date with Vorlod, a fellow student at the university he attends on his home planet of Trygos. He’s been wanting to go out with Vorlod forever, but had no luck, until suddenly out of the blue, Vorlod invites him to Earth! Taz gets dumped there by Vorlod, who was only using him, because he is a trusting, innocent soul, very naïve. And now very lost and alone on Earth.
Taz has stripes, but they only become noticeable when he is aroused. Same for his tale. It wasn’t until after I’d developed him and we were writing the first book, Be My Alien, that I actually got to read The Harvest. And I was amazed to learn that M.A.’s alien, Keyno, has very catlike qualities himself! Great minds think alike is all I can say, although the similarities are more superficial than actual. I still think it’s funny I came up with a cat alien all on my own and wasn’t influenced by hers lol.
In Be My Human, the major part of the conflict belongs to Reed, but of course, Taz is in the thick of things. I hope you enjoy reading about them both, and thanks for having me on your blog. If you were going to create an alien, how would he or she look? I’d love to know!


Blurb:
Reed and Taz are still adjusting to their new lives together when a medical emergency sends them flying down to Florida on short notice. Not quite the way Reed pictured introducing Taz to his family. Reed’s sister, Rene, welcomes the outgoing Taz with open arms, and the kittenish alien charms Reed’s parents.

But someone isn’t quite so enamored of Reed’s boyfriend—his homophobic older brother Jacob seems determined to be as unpleasant as possible, and he’s making their visit very uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of Reed’s controlling ex releases a flood of insecurity and bad memories.

Reed begins to doubt himself, and his ability to love and be loved in return. When strange items begin appearing as if out of nowhere, he wonders if he’s being stalked, or is he just paranoid? What can Taz do to prove to Reed that he’s more than enough man for this alien?

Excerpt:
They’d been living together for a month now, ever since the fateful day Taz had literally fallen on Reed at the Empire State Building. One of the first things Reed had done after the adorable alien had moved in with him was buy Taz a cell phone, then teach him how to use it. Even though Taz was from another planet, one that was much more advanced than Earth, he was unfamiliar with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology. Reed swore after Taz had been kidnapped by the creature he’d dubbed the Evil Alien, he’d always have a way to call for help, thus the phone. That first week after they’d been reunited, Taz had talked Reed into letting him stay home alone while Reed worked at the boutique. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Taz had called Reed around lunchtime, nearly in tears.
When Reed arrived home, he’d been greeted with a nightmare of a mess. Even before he got to his apartment, he could hear the TV blasting in the living room. Which was bad enough, but Taz had somehow figured out how to turn the surround sound on. When Reed opened the door, the noise nearly blew him out of his shoes. It was like sitting in the front row at a movie theater. That, it turned out, was the easiest problem to rectify. Reed had shut the TV off, then looked around the apartment, stunned and slightly horrified.
He’d forgotten about Taz’s natural curiosity. What a mistake that was, and the proof of his error in judgment was spread out all over the kitchen. Flour had been strewn across the floor, a few eggs lay broken on the counter, every covered container in the refrigerator had been taken out and opened… then tasted. Taz had found the blender, dumped some sort of liquid in and turned it on, without putting the top on the machine. There was unrecognizable goo all over the counters, the cabinets, the floors. Plus, Taz had found the sugar. From the looks of it, he’d eaten half the bag.
And that was just the kitchen.
The bathroom had been thoroughly explored as well, as evidenced by the streams of shredded toilet paper spread throughout the place, toothpaste smeared all over the counters in minty globules, and so on.
What was that old saying about curiosity killing the cat?

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Meet the Authors:
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint, and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Wayward Ink Publishing Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at Wayward Ink and MuseitUp.  

You can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com, and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.

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Twitter @Shelley_runyon

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.


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This books sounds great! Thank you for sharing with us today, Julie.  It's always a pleasure to host each of you.

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

Friday, October 24, 2014

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Happy Reading!

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~
http://www.jenniferlabelle.com

Welcome Alexa Bourne during her Wake Me Blog Tour and THREE Prize GIVEAWAY. Check it out!

Being a writer is one of the best jobs anyone can have. What’s not to love, right? We see and hear great stories about famous authors who have an entourage and fans all over the world. The writers eat chocolate and don’t gain any weight. They have book signings with miles of fans waiting frantically for a picture and autograph. They travel all over the country in private jets to deliver speeches and to read parts of their books in person. Yeah, that sounds like an AWESOME job.
In reality, though, most authors (including me) have day jobs, too. My two careers (as a teacher and an author) make me “crazy busy”. My brain is constantly working on fifty million things as once. As a result, I tend to forget things a lot more. I start walking in one direction and often jerk to a halt because I can’t remember where I’m going or why. My eyes get tired and weepy when I spend too much time on the computer. When I try to take it easy and watch something for 30 minutes, I often get up and down to do just one more thing. I have to prioritize each day so I don’t miss out or mess something up.
I chose to be an author in addition to my day job and on most days it’s still the best decision I’ve made. Do I get tired and snippy at times? Of course, with both of my jobs. Who doesn’t? And sadly, I still gain weight when I’m stuffing peanut M&Ms in my mouth with each round of edits I complete. But in the end, I can’t complain. I’ve got a pretty good life…even without the private jet.

Alexa is giving THREE prizes throughout her Wake Me Blog Tour! Leave comments in any (or all!) of the tour stops and you will be in the running! So for this stop, do you have to make plans to have fun and relax or do you do it automatically?

The rest of the tour is here:

Bio:
Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.
When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website, www.alexabourne.com.

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Blurb:
Her psychic dreams come true.
Sarah McKinley’s attempts to take her foreknowledge of crimes to the Seattle Police Department marked her as a troublemaker and were never taken seriously. Starting over in Austin, she plans never to reveal her gift, but shortly after she arrives, the dreams begin again, and the local police want to know why she has knowledge only the killer could possess.
Detective Jesse Cordell watched his mother con people with her “psychic ability” all through his childhood. He hones in on Sarah, who has means, motive, and opportunity to have murdered the victim in his current investigation. Instinct tells him she didn’t commit the crime, but she definitely knows more than she’s letting on.
Can he put aside his doubts and join forces with her, against everything he believes in, to find the real killer? Or will he do his job and put her behind bars? After all, there’s no such thing as the “psychic ability.” Or is there?

Excerpt:
The buzz around her head grew louder as more students joined the crowd. Yellow tape secured the crime scene several yards away, but limbs still stuck over the cement edge of the water fountain.
A guy in plain clothes ducked under the tape and ventured toward them. A gold shield hung from his belt. “Can anybody tell me what happened?”
“She can!” a male voice from behind called out.
Hoping to take attention off herself, Sarah joined the other students in whirling around to see who the guy meant. Several voices rushed toward the man, accosting him with different versions of the crime. Sarah floated through the sea of people, away from the crowd.
For the nine months, she’d lived in Austin, she’d never mentioned a word about her so-called psychic gift. Almost a full year had passed. She’d started to think she would be normal again.
But a brand-new dream reminded her she would always be different.
Heading toward the street, she picked up her steps. Don’t look back. You’ve done enough damage.
“Miss! Hey, wait up!”
“Damn.” She slowed her feet. No point in trying to run. She’d look guilty of something then the cops would have a reason to haul her off the school campus in cuffs.
Turning, she came face-to-face with the striking plain-clothes cop. “I’m Detective Cordell with Austin Police.” He stood at least six inches taller than she, his jet-black hair sheared in a standard cut for police. The bulk of his chest stretched the material of his short-sleeved dress shirt. With dark eyes and sexy confidence, he was all sorts of captivating. If he hadn’t been such a threat to her freedom, she might even have called him handsome. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to ask you some questions.”
There died his charm.

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Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Monday, October 20, 2014

Who wants to WIN A $50 Amazon Gift Card? Check out Christi Williams Pre-release Book Blast...

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Getting It Right
by 
Christi Williams

Last of a long line of agrarian witches, Selene Pertunda thinks she will never meet the right man...until with the help of a little magic, she finds Beck McNeal.



Named for the Goddess of Desire, can she dream of lasting happiness with only one man?
   Selene Pertunda has no trouble attracting a man. She just can’t seem to find the right one. From abusive husband Robert to tattooed bad boy lover Kevin, Selene draws men to her like bears to her honeypot. The problem is that none of them proves to be a good fit.
   Sure she will never find a shared happiness, Selene has no way to suspect she’s drawn the attention of a powerful goddess. So she scoffs at the idea that the handsome man who begins to  play a large part in her life could be her destiny.  After all, what could worldly, educated Beck McNeal want with a small-town girl like Selene?
   Selene and Beck try to their best to resist the inexplicable mutual magnetism flaring between them. But can two ordinary people avoid the decree of the Goddess of Desire?

Getting It Right is the first novel-length work in the Wyoming Series of contemporary romances by Christi Williams.

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Other books by Christi Williams:
   "To the One I Never Forgot" is a short story that launched the Wyoming Series. Gianna and Zack were too young for love when they were separated. Now, all grown up, can Gianna be reunited with the one she never forgot?
   Christi Williams is also the author of two novels and a novella in the Hawk Point Romances series. Take a Chance on Love is the story of the chance encounter of widow Chancie de Leur and hot Wyoming Highway Patrol trooper Micah Taylor. Perilous Promises is Perris and Noah Dalton's story of recovery from breast cancer and the effort to revive their formerly wonderful marriage. The novella Clay's Quest is the tale of a hot Wyoming cop who comes up with a wacky plan to save his marriage when he just won't accept that his beautiful wife wants to find someone else to father her baby.

Christi writes sensual, entertaining love stories of unforgettable modern Western men and women. Readers say...Sensual: "Taken a touchy subject and made it heartfelt and humorous, but she's made it H.O.T.!!" Humorous: "Cracked me up!" Love: "To be loved like that!" Stories: "Character driven fiction."



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~Author Jennifer Labelle~
http://www.jenniferlabelle.com

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Reality Check with Author V.L. Locey...

Reality Check (Book 4 of the To Love a Wildcat Series) by V.L. Locey
Blurb:
The team owner/head coach relationship can be a tenuous one at times. Isabelle Lancourt can testify to just how stressful it can be. Ever since her husband passed away, leaving her his beloved Wildcats, she and Philip Moore have been at loggerheads. When the opportunity to sign a Russian hotshot presents itself, Isabelle leaps at the chance to prove herself as more than just a pretty face. Dealing with hot flashes, salary caps, and trade deadlines she can handle with ease. The aftermath of an ill-advised, but erotically superb, rendezvous in Siberia with the handsomely annoying Coach Moore? That was not in any Wildcats playbook. Can Isabelle and Philip handle the changes life is about to throw at them? Or will combining their personal and professional lives prove to be a misconduct penalty that the league simply cannot overlook?

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Excerpts:

PG:

“I hate to be termed over-reactionary or whiny bitch,” I opened with. The man crammed into a seat two sizes too small for him mumbled something unintelligible across the thin aisle. “And far be it for me to complain, but I think the left wing is about to fall off.”

Within a heartbeat Moore was out of his seat and leaning across me. My nose was burrowed into his shirt pocket. That brisk seafaring scent he wore wrapped its arms around my olfactory to hug my sense of smell tightly. I drew in a deep breath, held it, tasted the tang of cologne and man, then exhaled through my mouth. Philip shifted a bit.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his bulk sliding downward a bit, so that his stomach rested on the rickety arm of my mouse-chewed seat. “I think it’s just the bounce of the plane over the turbulence,” he announced after a long, and not unpleasant, moment of his abdomen brushing my breasts. When I made a weak sound of hope in reply, he glanced from the window to me, a small twist of a smile playing on his lips. The impact of our positions hit me like a cinderblock to the head. His mouth was mere inches from mine now. I could see him swallow roughly. His jaw and neck were dark with new whiskers. I wanted to feel the rasp of his stubble on my neck, breasts, and inside my thighs. I wanted. Oh, hell yes, I wanted.

The blue of his irises darkened as I studied my reflection in his eyes. Was it desire I saw, or something else profound and powerful? Love and hate share lots of secrets, being such close friends as they are. The plane hit a ball of violent air. My head coach nearly went to his knees in front of me. My fingers dug even deeper into the arms of my seat. Philip gathered himself quickly, wiggling from the space between my knees and the crummy seat in front of me.

“Sorry,” he coughed, hurrying back to his own seat. I nodded, neck tight, spine stiff, heart hammering, and thighs twitching. “You remind me of Christine,” he said out of the blue. I managed to make my head creak around to look at him. The man was in control once again. Wish I could be so quick to move from one frightening thing to another. Shit, I was still freaking out about the way my body responded to his. “She didn’t mind flying until we hit turbulence,” he explained, wistfully.
“Every time we would run into a rough patch, her eyes would grow bigger.” He paused to find me looking at him. “She had these wide eyes anyway, so she always looked surprised,” he clarified. I nodded, knowing how important talking about our lost ones is. “Anyway, when she would feel the slightest jounce up she would go, eyes as big as basketballs, and into the ladies’ room she would dash. Once, on a flight down to Florida to see our youngest son Drew when he was in college, Christine spent the entire flight in the bathroom.” He chuckled in amusement. The sound was incredibly pleasing. My anxiety lessened a bit. “I used to tease her about the well-known safety features of a ladies’ powder room during a plane crash. Sometimes our fears get the best of us, though. She knew she was just as screwed as everyone else on that plane, but something about that cramped little girls’ room made her feel less vulnerable, I suppose.”

“Colton used to say ‘There ain’t no point in fretting about dying. If the good Lord says it’s your time, then it’s your time, darling!” I tossed out in my best Texan accent. Philip laughed uneasily.
“That sounds like Colton,” he said, running his palms over his thighs briskly. I wanted to ask him how he had dealt with his wife’s death. I knew she had passed a few years back from cancer, leaving him and their two grown sons to carry on. “He was a good man. He’s sorely missed.”

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“I knocked several times. When you didn’t answer I got worried,” Philip said. There was some difficulty with my thought synapses. They felt listless. I threw my legs off the bed. Philip stepped back. Leaning forward to rest my face in my hands, my forehead brushed the smooth material of his pant leg. The man hissed lightly. I gasped at the explosion of need that erupted deep inside my core. I stood up, just now realizing I had slept in my muddy flats and muted purple suit. My mind was sluggish.

We stood within a foot of each other. I slid out of my shoes. I observed him as he watched my feet emerge from my flats. It was funny, actually. I mean, I have taken my shoes off in a thousand different places over my lifetime, but never once has it been that erotic. If I lived to be as old as my mother I will never be able to explain what overtook us. Without warning, preamble, or a word spoken I was in his arms, my fingers moving through his neatly combed hair, his mouth slanted over mine.

It was as if my stepping out of my little purple flats had been some symbolic gesture. What kind of gesture? Who knows? Certainly not me, because all I knew was that I needed Philip Moore inside of me more than I had never needed anything else in my life. To hell with the ramifications of this ill-advised tryst! I felt sexy again, for the first time in years a man was hot, hard, and ready to screw me. Yes, screw, not make love. The word suited the insane, hot, wet kiss we were sharing just as it would suit the act itself. Right now, I wanted to be screwed, and by someone who knew how. I needed to be thrown to the bed by a man lost to his overwhelming desire to have me.

I never saw the bed, which is just as well considering how many other people had used it for the same lusty act. Philip danced me backward until my shoulder blades and ass hit the wall. I could feel the music pulsating through the plasterboard and timbers at my back. The kiss never broke as we tangoed across the bedroom, not even when I hit the wall, and then exhaled in surprise sharply. Philip just inhaled my breath.

His hands were on my breasts, then they were on my hips, then they were in my hair. His tongue roamed inside my mouth, over my lips, along my jaw, and down my throat. I gyrated against him. His prick jumped behind the material holding it caged. If I said things, and I rather assume I did, I don’t know what I said. He didn’t speak much, either. He was too busy pushing my blazer, blouse, and bra up to talk. When he had them bared, he did take a scant second to murmur how sexy my nipples were.

“Lovely and dark,” he purred before capturing one of the mahogany tips between his teeth. Some wild force broke free as I watched his white teeth toying with my stiff nipple. I gouged at his scalp with my nails as I pushed my weeping cleft against his erection. He moaned around my nipple. His hand danced down between us, seeking, then finding, my satin panties. The man certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. He released my left nipple, blew over the turgid tip, then took half my right breast into his mouth as his fingers located my stiff clitoris through my underwear.
It had been so long…


Author Bio:
            V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs,  reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers,  comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie,  a pig named after a famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.
            When not writing spicy romances, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-


Secret Cravings Backlist Books:

Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

O Captain! My Captain!(Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

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Enjoy!

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Monday, October 13, 2014

Romantic Inspiration with Jessica Lauryn...

Thanks very much for having me, Jennifer!  I’ve been writing romance for about 9 years now, and I believe that my desire to do so stems not only from a love of writing, but also in a major way from a love of romance.  In a world of fast food and reality TV shows, we come to believe that all things should come to us quickly, even instantly.  Though, whether we should or should not feel this way, romance, in my humble opinion, is one thing that should never be rushed.  Two people meeting for the first time may be instantly attracted to one another, but it takes time to get to know one another, develop feelings, and ultimately fall in love.  That is why I’m so grateful for the stories I read in romance novels.  In the world of fiction, heroes and heroines meet under a multitude of unique circumstances, and we get to see their stories unfold naturally—the first conversation, the first touch, the first kiss.  These stories are so inspiring, and they are bursting with inspiration, inspiration which has been felt by an author and channeled to inspire a great romantic story.
    Romantic inspiration can come from anywhere.  That sounds a bit vague, but for the sake of argument I will say that there are two  types of places from which romantic inspiration can be drawn—real life, and fictitious.  Fiction is anything which is derived from an author’s imagination—novels, fictional television, movies.  Real life is anything pertaining to real people and actual events.  Truth be told, I seem to find more romantic inspiration from fiction that I do real-life these days.  But perhaps if enough of us read romantic fiction and take its message to heart, things will begin to turn around for the better.  We could all use a little more romance in our lives.  Romance novels can certainly inspire that.
A few years back, I attended a New Jersey Romance Writer’s Put Your Heart In A Book Conference for which Sharon Sala was the keynote speaker.  I don’t remember every word of what Ms. Sala said, but what I do remember was feeling a surge of romantic inspiration during her speech.  “It’s up to us who are called to write romance,” Sala said, “to bring that gift to the table and share it with the rest of the world, and do it we will!”  These were not Ms. Sala’s exact words, but this is the message which I took away from her speech, a message which gives me strength as a romance-writer and fuels my inspiration as I set out to deliver stories of what I consider to be the greatest genre of all—romance!
As much as I love books (and love them I do!!!) I also find I get a great deal of romantic inspiration from TV and movies.  Though I love to use my imagination as I’m reading and writing to envision a set of characters and settings, I also love watching actors play out stories.  We all recognize romance when we see it in movies, like in Titanic, when Rose meets Jack at the head of the ship and they kiss for the first time, or in The Notebook, when Allie and Noah are out on the lake in Noah’s boat, it starts to rain and the two begin to laugh uncontrollably.  Allie rekindles her sense of freedom and passion in this moment, and she and Noah realize that their love has never died.  It’s seeing moments like this that give me a pick-me-up when I’m feeling down because I’m in need of some romantic inspiration.  They remind me that romance does exist, that it’s in fact one of the greatest phenomenon in the world—the world that never sleeps, and wants everything that it can have instantly—even love.

Love is not instant.  And thank goodness for that because if it was, our romance novels would end on page 4!  Just as stories unweave in real life so do they in fiction, with that initial look, first meeting, the first time a hero and heroine make love, moment they believe all is lost, and finally the happily ever after, with a lot of conflict, friction, and passion thrown in between.   Love is a rich and complex process which tells a story in and of itself, because it must!  I’m personally grateful that there are bounds of romantic fictional available, and in a day and age where the publishing industry is evolving, there is more of it available than ever.  Romantic inspiration has the power to spill from our books into our lives, and vice versa.  I plan to soak up as much of it as I can!  
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Dangerous Secret Blurb:

Abigail MacKenzie has been trying to put her father’s tragic death behind her.  Set on becoming a teacher, Abigail wants nothing more than to forge a new, happy life.  But when a handsome stranger produces a random clue about her father’s shooting, hopes of finding her father’s killer come flooding back to the surface.  Abigail is determined to get justice for her Dad, even if it means learning the dangerous secret of a man with a will of steel and eyes that cut straight through the wall around her heart.
After making a reckless mistake and a mysterious discovery that cost him his job, medical student Ryan Newberry is happy to accept any position he can get.  But when he realizes that one of the employees who’ll be working under him at the Washington Valley Hotel is Abigail MacKenzie, the sweet, pretty girl he met weeks before, he fears the past might be in danger of repeating itself.  As one discovery leads to another, Ryan quickly realizes that he is sitting on a network of criminal activity.  In spite of the risks, he must keep Abigail safe from the surrounding threats.  He only hopes that his desires for his new front desk associate won’t lead both of them down a path of danger from which he won’t be able to protect them.

Dangerous Secret Excerpt:

Abigail’s heart pounded as she stared at the metal object lying in the middle of the blanket. As many suspicions as she had about Ryan, she’d never really believed he was the killer. Aside from the fact that it would devastate her, it didn’t make sense for him to have murdered anyone. Her father’s shooter had left him for dead. Ryan had lost his mind because he’d thought she’d broken her arm.
She looked into Ryan’s eyes—eyes that were looking directly at hers. As bad as his having a gun looked, as bad as everything she’d surmised about him seemed, something inside her was telling her to believe in his innocence. She was sure she ought to be committed for even thinking that way. But she just couldn’t believe that this guy she’d come to know and even care about could be a killer.
Could she?
“Shouldn’t you be calling the cops?” Ryan asked.
“I—”Abigail hesitated. Hardly believing her own naiveté, because she was certain that she was being very naïve, she said, “I’m not calling the cops. I don’t know why, but I believe you. At least, I can’t be sure enough that you did anything criminal without more definitive proof.”
The warmth in his eyes shot straight to her aching core. “Thank you.”
Abigail smiled briefly. As though it were someone else saying the words, she went on, “I like you, Ryan. I’m sure you know that I do, but”—emotion spilled into her voice—“I can’t do this anymore. It’s dangerous, and…” She took a centering breath. “Just because I might believe in you, doesn’t mean that you believe in me. So once I walk out that door, I don’t think that we should be alone like this again.”
Ryan nodded. Walking toward her, he wrapped his arms tenaciously around her body. His warm mouth coming against her ear, he said, “That doesn’t mean we can’t be together tonight.”
A sensation of candescence spread through Abigail’s body. After months of fighting, she was sure Ryan had been doing everything he could to push her away. But here he was, standing beside her in a dark room, making her weak with the very sound of his words. A man she’d just discovered with a loaded gun—she was about to trust him with everything she had.
She trembled as Ryan inched closer. He took her hands and laid them against the center of his chest, just where they’d been before they pulled apart. She didn’t know what he intended, only knew that she wanted whatever it was like a desire she didn’t dared to dream.
Weary of the look in his eye, which indicated he wanted more than just to hold her, she said, “I don’t know, Ryan. After everything that’s happened, all the doubts and suspicion I’ve been carrying, and now this.” Looking from the gun on the bed to his twinkling blue gaze, she said, “I’m just not sure.”
He tightened his grip on her hands. “I know you’re not sure if you can trust me. I’ve never given you any reason to trust me. But if you knew how much I want you, how much I’ve wanted you since the beginning, Abigail…” He shook his head. “One night. That’s all I’m asking for. Just give me this one night. And I’ll make all of your dreams come true.”
Warmth shimmied over Abigail’s skin like melted butter. He was serious, and the look in his eyes confirmed that he meant what he was saying. Until just five minutes ago, she’d thought Ryan Newberry couldn’t stand her, that his only agenda where she was concerned was keeping her out of his hair. But the way he was looking at her, passion burning like wildfire in his eyes, all common sense seemed to escape her.
She perched on her toes as Ryan leaned in. Her eyes fell closed as his warms lips surrounded hers.

Author Bio:

On a train ride to her internship in the fashion industry, Jessica cracked open her first romance novel. That hot August morning, she fell head-over-heels for the genre, and has been writing it ever since.
Jessica is most intrigued by dark heroes, who have many demons to conquer…but little trouble enticing female companions into their beds! She feels that the best romances are those where the hero is already seducing the heroine from that first point of contact. “Isn’t it the hero’s job to seduce?” she says with a grin.
Jessica loves to see the sparks fly when a stubborn, domineering hero crosses paths with a bold, feisty heroine, and uses the combination frequently in her stories.
When she’s is not writing, Jessica enjoys listening to as much 80’s music as possible, keeping current with the storylines on Days of Our Lives and The Young and the Restless, shopping for the latest fashions and the prettiest of antiques, and taking long walks in nature where she can daydream about anything romantic. Though she resides in Central New Jersey, her heart belongs to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.

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Thank you for joining us today, Jessica. This series has been amazing so far and I'm looking forward to this one. 

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~Author Jennifer Labelle~