Horny Hump Day 12/11/13: Betrayal

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Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL

Today I have another sneak-peek at my current WIP, soon-to-be released Book 2 of Time Enough to Love,

Betrayal

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Here is the first meeting of Alyse and Geoffrey after a long absence.

Chills ran the length of her body at his touch and wrenched a low moan from Alyse as she boldly pulled his head up, demanding his mouth again—his mouth that during his absence she had kissed only in her dreams.  She twined her hands behind his nape and thrust boldly, deeply into his mouth, with an abandon she had not known she possessed. As she clung to him, uncaring of the world’s eyes, his manhood rose urgently against her belly.

Hope you enjoyed this little tease from Betrayal. 🙂   It’s set to release before the end of the year and I can’t wait!

Look for the cover reveal and an extra treat later this month!

Please continue to the Horny Hump Day blog site for additional sites on the hop and go check out the other hot authors.

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day!

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Spotlight: On the 12th Date of Christmas by Nikki Lynn Barrett

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After being mugged, Robin Sorenson is left shaken and her spirit in humanity is broken. Worse, she’s not sure how to deal with the new anxieties or who to confide in, since she’s always preached to pick oneself up and move on. Yeah, she’s been the go to girl when anyone’s had problems. Christmas is coming, and her belief in magic and miracles has faded.

Then Jonas comes back.

Jonas Aimes made a mistake when he walked away from Robin a year earlier. A big one. He’d loved her, always had and still does, but his desire to please his aging and strict parents took precedence. Back from the overseas internship they’d struggled to get him in, he plans on winning Robin back. What he didn’t count on was discovering the shell of the vivacious woman he’d loved. 

Broken.

Remembering her love of Christmas, Jonas pulls the holiday heartstrings. What? All is fair and love and war, right?

Twelve days, Twelve Dates.

Robin is speechless when Jonas not only refuses to leave her alone, but dares her to accept his cheesy holiday-themed challenge. Twelve dates to give him a chance to prove that he loves her and is never leaving her again.

But in the season known for miracles, can Robin find the magic needed to open her heart and faith once more … or will she forever wonder about the ghost of the Christmas past that could have been?

Excerpt from  On the 12th Date of Christmas:

She didn’t expect the sincerity in his voice. He watched her with those gorgeous dark eyes that never turned away from her face. She knew he meant business.

A smile lit up his face. “Give me twelve dates.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Twelve dates? What are you talking about?” Now he was just acting strange. Kind of cute, but definitely strange.

“Twelve dates to show you just how much you mean to me. On the twelfth date, if you don’t feel like we could at least try to work things out, I’ll leave you alone. If I don’t at least give this a shot, then I’m going to have a lot of regrets.”

“Twelve dates, huh? You seriously sound like someone from one of those cheesy films they air this time of the year.” Okay, this man looked and sounded like Jonas, but his twelve dates idea made her wonder what happened to the real Jonas Aimes. Robin shifted in her seat and narrowed her eyes.

He feigned hurt. “Cheesy? Ouch. That’s a blow to the heart.”

“Twelve dates isn’t a long time to decide.” He was being serious about this, wasn’t he? Twelve dates? How in the world did he plan to try and show her anything with only twelve dates? The idea sounded cute, charming and sweet, it really did. But how did he plan to pull it off?

“Maybe for people who don’t have our history. But we’ve known each other since high school. Come on, what could it hurt?”

A lot, actually. She kept the words to herself.

Despite it all, she couldn’t hide her curiosity.

“Of course, we can talk and spend time together outside of the twelve dates, so it’s not like we’re limited,” Jonas continued. He circled her palm with his thumb. “Oh, and right now doesn’t count as one of the dates.”

Robin laughed. Butterflies danced around in her belly. Good grief, what happened to her promise just a few hours ago? To focus on her own life and not get wrapped up in a man?

Okay, just because I agree to this doesn’t mean I’m changing my mind. They’re just dates. Dates with a man I love, but they’re still just dates.

“What about your family? What will they say?” she blurted.

A storm of anger built up in his eyes. “I don’t care what they say anymore. My family shouldn’t have so much sway on how I feel about you. I should have realized that a long time ago. They don’t get to choose anymore.”

Buy Links:

Amazon ebook: http://www.amazon.com/On-The-12th-Date-Christmas-ebook/dp/B00GK9N67O

Amazon Print: http://www.amazon.com/On-The-12th-Date-Christmas/dp/1493742507

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/on-the-12th-date-of-christmas-nikki-lynn-barrett/1117357655?ean=2940148920656

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18483703-on-the-12th-date-of-christmas

 

On the 12th Date of Christmas is a standalone book, but there is another story that’s connected, just by the same characters. The book that started it all. The Secret Santa Wishing Well tells the story of Jacob and Cheyenne, and Robin plays a big role in that story.

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The magic of Christmas has been lost to Jacob Winston. At the suggestion of his ill sister, Jacob takes a job as a Secret Santa at the mall, hoping to restore his Christmas spirit. Even that doesn’t seem to work, until a special little boy ambles up to make a very special wish…

Cheyenne Jensen is struggling to raise her two kids without the help of her ex-husband who refuses to acknowledge his daughter’s existence and doesn’t provide for the son he does. This Christmas is shaping up to be as heartbreaking as the last, until her son Ben’s kind actions lead a stranger to them.

Ah, but it’s Christmas time and the magic has begun.

When Jacob and Cheyenne meet, neither can deny their immediate attraction to one another. As situations arise that require they spend more time together, their feelings grow stronger and stronger.

With Christmas fast approaching, the pair learn what matters most in life. Now, if only they could ditch the ghost of Christmases past.

Maybe this holiday will bring some wishes come true- for everyone after all.

Links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18308875-the-secret-santa-wishing-well

Amazon Ebook:  http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Santa-Wishing-Well-ebook/dp/B00A9FIHOC

Amazon print: http://www.amazon.com/The-Secret-Santa-Wishing-Well/dp/148406089X

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-secret-santa-wishing-well-nichole-barrett/1113827418

4437_1090856669700_2534921_nAbout the author:

Nikki Lynn Barrett lives in Arizona with her husband and son. She’s an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance. Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade.

Website: http://www.nikkilynnbarrett.com

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Interview with a Bodyguard: Joanne Wadsworth’s Witness Pursuit

 

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WITNESS PURSUIT

 

One witness…one bodyguard…one life.

Twenty-one-year-old New Zealander Lydia Sands witnessed the hit-and-run of a powerful man’s son. Her bodyguard is shot when the killer returns to dispose of her and The Program puts her in hiding. A year later, the case remains unsolved and her handler needs to get her further from the killer’s reach. Lydia detests the thought of being close enough to endanger the man who nearly died protecting her, even if it’s aboard a super-yacht traveling the South Pacific.

Tyler Whitehall’s shooting stole weeks from his memory. Physically recovered, he oversees security for Whitehall Shipping. While on a family holiday, Tyler is suspicious of the woman accompanying them without notice or security clearance, as his nephew’s caregiver. Stronger than suspicion is his incomprehensible attraction to her, and his instinct to protect her.

Once sensitive information is leaked, Lydia undergoes re-identification to evade a killer and protect the man who’d die to save her. Her bodyguard has just begun his pursuit, and she may have underestimated his abilities.

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual content

A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance

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Hi, and thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Jenna.

WITNESS PURSUIT is book one in my Bodyguards series, a heart-pounding line in which each story will bring you a bodyguard and the woman he protects. I’m sitting here with my hero, Tyler Whitehall, from WITNESS PURSUIT.

Joanne: Hey, Tyler. Thanks so much for taking the time to come and sit with me over here at Jenna’s.

Tyler: I’ll always come and talk to you. You sent Lydia to me and I’ll be forever grateful. Except– *frowns while drumming his fingers on his knees* –we do need to have words about why weeks were stolen from my memory from the time of my shooting. When I met Lydia on board my family’s super-yacht a year later, I couldn’t figure out why I had such strong feelings for her. You should have given me some kind of up on that.

Joanne: Um, well sorry. Your memory loss was a crucial element. Anyway you’re a bodyguard. You handled that little bit of memory loss like a champ. It barely even put you off your stride.

Tyler: Yeah, but every fiber of my being said she was mine, and it was agonising watching her and knowing she was keeping things from me.

Joanne: Lydia was just trying to protect you. You can’t fault her for that.

Tyler: I can when it’s my job to look after her. I couldn’t even keep my hands off her when I should have. She was a client.

Joanne: Yes, and a bodyguard never crosses that line. That must have been tough. Tell me more about Lydia. What draws you to her?

Tyler: She’s incredibly strong. She’s smart, funny, caring, sexy as hell. The one issue I have though, is she cares more for my wellbeing than her own. That’s something I’m going to have to train out of her.

Joanne: *grins* Yeah, good luck with that.

Tyler: *leans in* Okay, what do you know that I don’t?

Joanne: *chuckling* Moving right along. How about a fun question? A deserted beach or a fabulous resort?

Tyler: A deserted beach. Any chance I get to have Lydia all to myself is the one I’m going to pursue. It’s all about how many ways one can— Hmm, nope, best I keep that bit of information to myself.

Joanne: You tease. Still, thanks so much for joining me, Tyler. I really enjoyed writing your story, and I can’t wait to share it with readers.

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Here’s an excerpt to tempt you:

Down the super-yacht’s hallway, Lydia walked toward Tyler then slowed as her gaze dropped to her case in his hands. “What am I going to do with you?” She shook her head, tut-tutting under her breath.

“You’d already packed.” He slid a hand around her waist and led her to his room. “I’m simply moving your belongings from one room to another, and I’ll show you exactly what you can do with me.” He closed his bedroom door and flicked the lock.

She set her hands on her hips. “Ah, is that to keep me in, or others out?”

“Both.” He dumped her bag beside his drawers and unzipped it. “What did Saria say?”

“We had a long talk, and she said yes. She’ll let me go through re-identification first, and follow as soon as she sits her finals. They’re in just a few weeks.” She stepped up to him. “Ben will place my application tomorrow, although he said it might take a few days for all the arrangements to be made. He told me to hold tight and wait.”

Gritting his teeth, he opened his bottom drawer and piled her clothing in. “He approved of it all, this fast?” He’d have words with Ben. She should be with him.

“Of course. It was his idea to start with.” She gripped his arm. “I never said I’d move in with you, and now you’re unpacking for me?”

“Lee.” He dragged her into his arms. “I want you here, no matter the length of time.” He lifted her and laid her on his bed. Stealthily, he moved in to lie over top.

“I know you do. Oh, do you feel that? The ship’s moving.” Cranking her head to the side, she peered out the windows where the lights of the resort flickered.

“We’re sailing to the far side of the island. There’s a quiet cove, and it’ll be the safest place for you.”

“I hadn’t forgotten.” She slid her hand down his chest and played her fingers over the ridges of his abs under his shirt. “As long as we’re all safe, I can deal with it, for a short while.”

He lowered his forehead to hers. “Since you insist on going through re-identification, I need to be able to track you once you go under. I’m giving you fair warning now.”

“Ah, excuse me. That sounds highly illegal. The whole point of re-identification is so no one can find me.”

“Yes, but I’m not a threat to you, and only you and I will know what I’ve done.”

“And what will that be? Ex-act-ly?”

“By track, I mean I’ll place under your skin a very small tagged chip. It’s like a GPS system, but it’ll have a direct signal to me.”

“And…” Her gaze narrowed.

He rubbed his cheek against hers. “I’ll be able to check in with you, no matter where you are in the world. We can hardly have an exclusive relationship without there being some form of relationship.”

“Sooo, you’re asking me to go against the rules of re-identification?” She gave him a look that said she wasn’t going to agree.

“You’re very stubborn, but I happen to be twice as bad. Whether you agree or not, I’m going ahead with it.”

No one would take her from him. Not ever again.

He’d make certain of it.

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Buy WITNESS PURSUIT at:

Amazon Kindle / Amazon Paperback / B&N Nook & Paperback / iTunes / Kobe / Lyrical Press

Look for JOANNE WADSWORTH at:

AUTHOR WEBSITE & BLOG

AMAZON PAGE (For books)

 BARNES & NOBLE PAGE (For books)

 

 FAN PAGE

 

TWITTER

 

GOODREADS

 

BIO:

 

Joanne Wadsworth (2)JOANNE WADSWORTH

 

Where Romance Meets Fantasy and Adventure…

 

Reading romance books captivated Joanne Wadsworth as a teenager, particularly when she tucked herself into bed at night and continued to dream those stories as she slept. She’d visualize the direction, taking the hero and heroine on an adventure unparalleled to what she’d read. Today she is devoted to writing romance, bringing her imagination to life within the lines of young adult, contemporary, and historical Highlander.

 

Born in New Zealand, Joanne works both as a writer and a financial controller, all while keeping up with her four energetic children and dreamy husband.

 

Visit Joanne Wadsworth at http://www.joannewadsworth.com

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Horny Hump Day 12/04/13: All Wrapped Up ~ Sing A Christmas Carol

WARNING:  MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Participating authors in Horny Hump Day post three sentences from their published works or WIP, hot like a firecracker! LOL

Today I have a little Christmas cheer for you from my Christmas collection All Wrapped Up.  It’s from the short story

Sing A Christmas Carol

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Chase has gone to Lauren’s dorm room to fire her from their singing group before the Christmas competition.  Lauren, however, has other things on her mind. 🙂

She stroked his tongue, caressed and teased it until Chase thrust it into her mouth in retaliation.  A warm hum from her throat was the only warning he had before she began to suck it, in slow, rhythmic pulses that seemed to reach straight down to his groin.  Aware that things were sliding dangerously toward the point of no return, Chase tried hard to back away, but she drew him closer, capturing his hand and guiding it under her robe, to the crest of her nipple, hard and pebbled beneath his fingertips.

Hope you enjoyed this little bit of Christmas cheer. 🙂   It’s available, along with three other Christmas stories, in the collection All Wrapped Up at Amazon for only .99!

Please continue to the Horny Hump Day blog site for additional sites on the hop and go check out the other hot authors.

Thanks so much for visiting the Journal once more for Horny Hump Day!

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Definition House Kicks It Off with Dead New World

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Holt’s only salvation is her…

“Sunlight filtered through the trees, brightening parts of the forest while leaving others in shadow. Birds chirped and chattered serenely. Everything seemed peaceful.

That’s what frightened me so much.” – Holt (hero from Dead New World)

Fresh out of boot camp, sixteen-year-old Holt is thrown into the deep end on a search and destroy mission. No walls to hide behind, no machine guns or bunkers for protection, just the boy next to him and his M-16. Without his best friend Ambrose to look up to, Holt wouldn’t stand a chance in hell. When his platoon is ambushed, his first mission ends in tragedy. Holt loses a leg and Ambrose, well…that’s better left unsaid.

Holt’s only salvation is Nancy, the nurse who helps him recover from his injuries. But when she’s abducted by the Reverend’s Horsemen, Holt will have to face his darkest fears to save her. 

Dead New World by Ryan Hill

Blurb:

Zombies aren’t mindless anymore.

They follow orders. And if Holt and Ambrose want to kill some undead, they’ll do the same. But when a routine mission goes horribly wrong, the best friends’ lives are flayed to the bone.

Now there’s only one light in the darkness of Holt’s life, and when she’s taken, he’ll do anything to get her back. Even if that means defying orders and using his best friend as a weapon. Holt and Ambrose risk all to save her, but what they discover among the hordes threatens to remake humanity. Again.
In the end, will there be anything left to live for in this dead new world?

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Kickstarter Program at Definition House

For more information on the Kickstarter program and Dead New World at Definition House click here.

Dead New World trailer:

Ryan Hill’s bio:

Ryan Hill likes to keep zombies in a safe place—his head. If zombies ever do take over, the thought of living off canned beans is not enticing. At all.

Ryan uses a healthy dose of real life and imagination to come up with stories, and typically spends his time, reading, writing, and watching movies or TV shows…anything involving a good story. Drop him a line on Twitter @J_Ryan.

Social Media Information:

Definition House:Facebook | Kickstarter | Twitter | Website

Ryan Hill:Facebook | Twitter | Website

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Sunday Social ~ O, Christmas Tree

It’s December first, which means Christmas is right around the corner.  So my Sunday Social posts this month will be holiday oriented (big surprise!).  And today I’m starting with a question about one of the biggest Christmas traditions–the Christmas Tree.

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Do you get a live tree or an artificial tree?

I have never had an artificial tree as my main Christmas tree.  I’ve had small desk-top artificial tree at work, but at home it’s always been a live tree.  Even a couple of years ago when we spent Christmas in Cape Cod, we took about an 8″ tall live tree that sat on a stool with the presents grouped around it. LOL

Nothing beats the smell of a live tree.

Going out in the cold to buy the tree is a great family tradition and we always get the same shape tree:  tall and full.  I always decorated my parent’s tree and our girls have decorated our tree (except for the lights) since they were about 4 and 5.

So how do you weigh in?  Artificial or real?  If you don’t put up a tree, which one do you think has more merit?  There are pros and cons to consider for both.

Thanks for stopping by!  I hope you have a wonderful holiday season!

 

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Sweet Nothings–11/30/13 All Wrapped Up ~ The Present

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“Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

Welcome back to Sweet Nothings!  It’s a little shadow of Sweet Saturday Samples, until that sweet treat starts back up.  Until that happens, here’s a little weekly blog where you can post a “sweet” excerpt  (PG 13 or milder) from one of your works.  Remember: please  hold the excerpt to 350 words or less. But if your cutting needs just a few more words, that’s okay too.  I won’t be counting. LOL

From now through Christmas I’ll be sharing excerpts from Christmas stories, although you are free to share any excerpt as long as it’s PG-13. 🙂

Today’s “Sweet Nothing” is from the beginning of my Christmas short story The Present, one of four short stories in my Christmas collection All Wrapped Up.

Christmas_wrap“I won’t do it, Janice.  You can do your own dirty work.”  Tessa Avery turned the vacuum cleaner back on and returned to cleaning the carpet in her sister’s living room.  She stared at the noisy thing as she pushed it back and forth so violently she almost took out a small end table.  Don’t look her in the eye.  It’s all over if you make eye contact.

Sudden silence descended as the vacuum stopped dead.  Tessa whirled around to find Janice holding the disconnected plug.  “You will do it or I won’t pay you for the month.”

It was a threat Tessa had to respect.  Unemployed for six months, she counted heavily on the money she got from cleaning her sister’s apartment.  But this was going too far.  “It’s not in the job description, Jan.”

“It is now.”

“Look, just call and tell him you don’t want to see him any more.”

“I can’t do that.  He’s flying back from California and won’t be in touch until after seven o’clock tonight.  At which time I will be dancing with that hunky Kevin at the office Christmas party.  I don’t plan to be home before one o’clock.”  Her eyes glittered like cold stars.  “If I’m really lucky, I won’t be home at all.  So when Hal shows up, you can just tell him I decided we weren’t right for each other.”

“This is low even for you, Jan.”

Her sister stared at her, beady-eyed, as she waggled the cord back and forth.  “Up to you, Tess.  Stay here, let Hal down for me, and there’ll be a nice bonus in your envelope.  Leave and….”  Janice’s smile could have wilted the poinsettias.  “Well, I can always find another cleaning lady.  It’s two days before Christmas.  If you want it to be a merry one, I suggest you stay.” 

She bent and plugged the vacuum back in, so the sudden noise masked the “Bitch!” that slipped out of  Tessa’s mouth.  Janice headed to the bedroom, leaving Tess to contemplate the merits of sororicide and starvation.  At least they feed you in prison.

Okay, so now it’s your turn to share a “Sweet Nothing.” 🙂

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Jenna’s 411 for November

I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving and/or Hanukkah and are looking forward to more happy holidays in December.

I wanted to give you a little information about what’s going on with me and my writing because November was quite a month for change.  Back in October I had decided to go ahead and self-publish my Victorian romance As Long As You’re Mine.  I’d had several requests from agents and was just waiting for the final agent to contact me before going ahead with publication.

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When the rejection came in, it contained a lot of feedback, some of which I’d heard before, but some new criticisms as well.  There was a lot she like, but some major points that she believed made the book un-sellable.  After my knee-jerk reaction of “Well I’m going to publish it anyway,” died down, I realized that I’d heard this particular comment several times from those who had read the book:  the heroine is not likeable.  I’d heard that comment about 50% of the time, which means 50% of my audience wasn’t going to like the book.  And then what’s the point of publishing it?

So I’ve decided to shelve As Long As You’re Mine until the spring when I can give Lady Samantha Easterling a little attitude correction.  I’ve already figured out how to make her more likeable and sympathetic, I just need the time to do it.

The good news is, Betrayal, the second medieval novella in my serial novel Time Enough to Love, is scheduled for release in late December.  The cover reveal should happen in early December along with Chapter 1.  To whet the appetite of course.  And I’ll be promoting Betrayal during the month on features such as Horny Hump Day (oh, yes, there are some hot love scenes in this one as well), Sweet Nothings, and a couple of posts about medieval practices such as bedding the bride and bathing.  So look for Betrayal a lot during December.

Also in December I’ll be working on revising the final novella in Time Enough to Love, Book 3 Beleaguered, which brings the story of Alyse, Geoffrey, and Thomas to a close during the early days of the Black Plague in England and France.  I’m hoping this book will release in late February/early March.

I’ve also just completed a revision of Only Marriage Will Do, Book 2 in The House of Pleasure series, and sent it off to my editor at Lyrical Press.  I’ll let you know ASAP what the verdict is there.

So that’s my 411 for November.  December is going to be a busy month, and I’ll keep you posted what’s happening with me and my works.

Hope you have a great weekend in store!

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Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to all my family, friends, fans, and readers.  May you have safe travels and a blessed day with loved ones.

This is my favorite Thanksgiving song–just perfect for the day.  Please enjoy!

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Liza O’Connor Celebrates Thanksgiving in the UK

While Thanksgiving never occurred in Ghost Lover, here’s how I imagine it would have gone down, had they celebrated the holiday.

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Four people gather at one end of the excessively long dining table for Thanksgiving.

Head of house, master of the universe…well his universe, Garrison Durran, sits at the head of the table.

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You don’t have to worry about Gar inviting additional his English friends to this strange meal.  Look at the background in his photo. It’s stuffed full of ghost. They are hard to count, but there’s about 90 ghosts after-living at the castle. Fortunately, most have stopped materializing since no one pays them any attention.

So how did they get into Gars photo?

Lassier painted them in.

Seated furthest away from Gar is his younger brother, Brendon

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He’s spent the last few years in the United States, so he understands what Thanksgiving is truly about: Drinking beer, watching football and excessive eating.

Between them is the fabulous Senna Smith who has agreed to marry Brendon and live in an English Castle rather than become homeless in NYC. But only on the condition they will never, ever, have sex.

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The American sweetheart believes this day is about thanking God for his bountiful kindness, but ever since she was found guilty of attempted manslaughter, life has been less than bountiful so she has refrained from celebrating Thanksgiving.

This is the first year she feels grateful for her new wonderful life. Finally, she is happy. So when Cat, the talented artist that Gar brought home from the states, demands a proper Thanksgiving dinner, Senna agrees. Still, it would have been two vs. two had Brendon not also sided with the ladies.

Cat’s request for a traditional meal took everyone by surprise, since the girl is as non-traditional as one can get.

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She’s normally a rebel.

When the cook brings out the giant turkey flown in from the states, all stare in wonder.

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Here are their mental thoughts about the monstrosity:

Gar: What the bloody hell is that?

Brendon: Why didn’t the bar serve turkey wings? I wouldn’t have had to eat forty of them to fill up. One would have done.

Cat: Whoever painted the picture of the turducken should have their paints taken away. That’s a horrible painting.

Senna: Oh dear. The turkey probably cost a fortune to ship over from the states. What was Gar thinking?

And now, let’s join the conversation:

Gar: *looks at Senna* Do you like?

Senna: It’s the largest turkey I’ve ever seen.

Brendon: *poked at its hindquarters* It’s weird.

Cat:*laughs* It’s a Turducken. It’s got a chicken stuffed in a duck, stuffed in a turkey.

Gar, Senna and Brendon: *speak in unison* Why?

Cat:*shrugged* Because Thanksgivings are really stressful. So the food needs to be funny.

Senna:*grabbed Gar and Brendon’s hands and nodded for Cat to do the same* Thank you, God, for more food than we can ever eat, our strange main course, and Cat’s wonderful perspective on life.

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After eating more than they should, the ‘kids’ hurry upstairs to play (Don’t ask what they are playing, but it includes handcuffs and a whip.)

Senna and Gar retire to the library, where he read the Financial Times and Senna pets the ghost cat, Mr. Finch, while she ponders who created the first Turducken.

Gar: A penny for your thoughts.

Senna: Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

Gar: *laughs* If you are thinking of the monstrosity at the table. I couldn’t agree with you more.

*He reached over and snares her hand, squeezing it tight.*  But all the same, I am glad we celebrated Thanksgiving.

Senna: *nodded in agreement.* (Now if only Gar would give his permission for her and Brendon to marry, her life would be set. She loves Gar and never wants to leave the castle. For the first time in her life, she is happy. And yes, she regrets she cannot marry Gar, but Brendon asked first and she cannot go back on her word.)

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Lassier, the ghost lover, watches from the corner, shaking his head at the complete tangle the boys have made of things.

The job of preserving the family line never ends!

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Ghost Lover

By Liza O’Connor

Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal

Blurb

Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?

Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.

As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him–beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…

The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.

CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.

Excerpt

 “So my brother steals all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such an absurd plan.

“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a perfectly reasonable solution.

His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from your bank account?”

Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a pop.”

“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.

“Four hundred,” Senna replied.

Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”

Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at the girl.

She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to accept the offer.”

AUTHOR INFO

About Liza O’Connor

Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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To Be Released December 2, 2013

 

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