The Deal Series Author Deborah Ann Rex, The Ex and The Hex Letterbox Love Stories Volume 1 Blood will Freeze by Tony-Paul de Vissage The Tarnished Series by Brita Addams Stacked Deck by Jack Frost The Night Man Cometh by Tony-Paul de Vissage Finding Holland by Grace Ryles Twisted Love by JoAnne Myers Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post 4 tales of Betrayal when lies, lust, and deceit are unleashed Available now on Bookstrand.com Ravens of War 3 Nikki's Fated by Suzette Rose Cauler Award Winning Author, Lexi Post Loves Myths and Monsters by JoAnne Myers Bookstrand Best Selling Author, Suzy Shearer Check out al of Shirley's Books Zane's Choice:The Doms of Club Mystique 4 by Mardi Maxwell Mirage by Denyse Bridger Amazon Best Selling Author, Christina Tetreault Claiming Her Temporary Men by Grace Ryles Matrix Crystal Hunters by Janice Seagraves Rescued by her Alien Warriors by Doris O'Connor

Friday, October 3, 2014

Win a Kindle + Mardi Maxwell reveals Zane's Choice


BLURB:

Beautiful, curvy, Ravyn Templeton saw Zane Ramsey in a BDSM club in Houston three years ago. He’s haunted her dreams ever since.

Zane is an Assistant District Attorney and co-owner of Club Mystique, the BDSM club he and his brothers built on their Texas ranch. When Ravyn’s ex-husband is arrested for trying to have her killed the case is assigned to Zane.

The moment Zane meets Ravyn he wants her and even though he knows having an affair with her will jeopardize his career he can’t resist her. When Ravyn’s ex-husband accuses her of laundering money for a drug cartel, and she refuses to answer Zane’s questions, he leaves her.

Fate in the form of Zane’s sister-in-law, Addison Ramsey, steps in and brings them together again and again. Zane has the power to save Ravyn but only if he loves her enough to choose her over his career and a justice system he believes in.

 

EXCERPT:

Ravyn perched on the edge of the chair with her hands crossed on her lap. Zane paced from one side of the room to the other. The belt in his hand swung by his side as he moved by her. Luc slouched on a couch across from her, his body relaxed as he read text messages on his phone. Finally, Zane stopped in front of her. She looked at him, then lowered her eyes. The expression in his eyes didn’t bode well for her.

   “By leaving the ranch without a security team, you endangered not only your own life but the lives of Addison, Jenna, Cassie, and Marisol.” Zane doubled the belt, then snapped it against his leg. “And, Cade and Addison’s baby. Are you aware of that?”

   “Yes, and I’m sorry, Sir.” Ravyn kept her eyes on the belt in his hand. She’d enjoyed the spanking Zane had given her at the ranch. She wasn’t sure she would ever want to be spanked with a leather belt, though.   She peered up at him.

   A dark brow flicked up over narrowed eyes before he said, “They’ve been sharing things with you—BDSM things.”

   Ravyn nodded but didn’t speak. She was a quick study and he hadn’t asked her a question.

   “Do you know what is happening to them right now?”

   “I think they’re probably being spanked, Sir.”

   Zane nodded. “Do you think it’s fair that they’re being punished but you’re not?”

   “No, Sir.”

   “Do you know why I’m here?”

   “To punish me, Sir.”

   Zane crossed his arms over his chest. He released one end of the belt and it hung down his side. “In what way do you think you should be punished?”

   “I think I should be spanked, too, Sir.”

   Zane moved to the fireplace and leaned against the mantel. “What’s your safe word, princess?”

   Ravyn knew she didn’t dare choose guilty again. She thought quickly, then said, “Spades, Sir.”

   Zane’s left brow went up then his lips tightened. “I’m giving Luc permission to spank you. Do you understand?”

   Ravyn shook her head. “I want you to do it. Please, Sir.”

   “You know that isn’t possible. Now, you have a choice. You can use your safe word or you can get yourself over Luc’s lap.”

   Ravyn felt the heat of a blush cover her face as she stood, then awkwardly lowered herself over Luc’s lap. He chuckled, then adjusted her until the upper half of her body was lying half on the couch. Her toes were barely touching the floor and she had to grab the edge of the couch to keep from falling. Luc slid his hand beneath her belly and lifted her until her ass was sticking up, then his hands slid over her butt cheeks.

   From his place at the fireplace, Zane said, “Luc, that’s enough touching. Just get on with it.”

   Ravyn raised her head and twisted her neck as far as she could to see Zane. He glared at her, then nodded at Luc. “Twenty swats, Luc. Make them memorable.”

   As the last word left Zane’s lips, Luc swatted her, hard.

   “Ow, dam—dang.” Before she could catch her breath, another swat landed, then Luc began giving her two slaps on each butt cheek while he worked his way down her butt to the backs of her thighs. Each swat was followed by a howled litany of ows and eventually sobs, as tears covered her cheeks. Luc stopped for a moment and rubbed her ass, and the heat on her butt increased, but not in a good way.

   “I can’t stand anymore.” Ravyn sobbed, then wiggled and tried to get away.

   “You have a safe word,” Zane said. “Use it.”

   Ravyn sealed her lips, determined that if her new friends were being punished like this, then she would be, too.

   Zane crouched down by her head and turned her to face him. “Be still, or I’ll have Luc double your punishment.”

   She froze, her eyes zeroed in on Zane’s, and Luc began swatting her again. His hand moved back and forth across the back of her thighs before moving back up to her bottom where he landed the last one right across the crack of her ass. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but couldn’t prevent the tears from running down her cheeks. Zane lifted her and set her on the couch next to Luc.

   “Hurts,” she sobbed as her hot, stinging bottom came into contact with the cool leather of the couch.

   “It’s supposed to hurt,” Zane said, his voice stern.

   Ravyn rubbed her eyes, then sniffled.

   Zane stood up, then pinched her chin between his fingers and raised her face to his. “You’re a beautiful mess.”

   Ravyn wanted to scream curses at him. How did the brute expect her to look after he let Luc beat her ass raw?

   He pulled her up, then patted her bottom, and chuckled when she squealed with pain and jumped away from him. “There’s a half bath at the end of the hall. You have one minute to wash your face and get back here.”

 


(Zane’s Choice should go to 3rd party distributors by September 5th or so)

 

FOLLOW ME:








 

Giveaway: I’m offering two ebook copies of Zane’s Choice to anyone in the world. You can get a chance to win by leaving me a comment with the title of the book in it. I’ll gather the commenters’ names, choose two in a random drawing, and then PM the winners on facebook for their email address. I will do this at the end of the party, or my part in the party. If you want to keep up with what I’m up to you can join my Newsletter on my website www.mardimaxwell.com




Win a Kindle + Eva Lefoy tells us about her Dom of Destruction

Dom of Destruction

Blurb:
When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.
Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.



Excerpt:
Gar’s breathing was heavy and labored. He was obviously turned on and needed to come. But he guided their joined grip, up and down at a slow, even pace. Then he licked a finger and slid it under Brian’s sac, pressing inside his tight hole. Gar massaged his prostate in a firm, vibrating motion. Brian had never felt a touch like it.
“Tell me what you like best about the blond,” Gar panted in his ear.
“I like the fact that he’s helpless,” Brian whispered. “He’s at the other man’s mercy.”
“You want to be at my mercy, Brian?” Gar’s gruff tone resonated through his ear, down his chest, and straight to Gar’s finger buried inside him. “You want to surrender to me completely? Have me command you to come when and where I want?”
“Yes, God, yes.”
“Close your eyes and picture me behind you. You’re ready for me. So eager. So open. You’re begging me to fuck you.”
Brian closed his eyes, spread his legs, and moaned as Gar’s finger continued its little dance.
“Oh fuck. Brian, I want to give you what you want so bad. Just like in the video. I want to make you scream my name around my cock. Come, Brian. Come for me.”
“Gar!” Brian’s hips trembled as another orgasm tore through him. He wasn’t even tied up, but Gar’s voice reached a part of him deep down and gripped it like a vice. Brian surrendered total command of his body, heart and soul to Gar. Gasping for air, speechless, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
Next to him, Gar roared into release. The thick shaft vibrating in Brian’s hand widened and hardened as Gar came. He could feel every pulse of cum up Gar’s shaft, could hear it rise up his length, he released so hard. Brian looked down in time to see Gar spray all over his chest and savored the feel of Gar quivering beside him. The mingled smells of their emissions permeated the air. The spicy scent of Gar’s cum called to him. He wanted to taste it but his arm lay at too awkward an angle to bring it to his lips. “Gar, let me taste you, please.”
“Like this?” Gar swept a finger through his snowy white emission and pressed it to Brian’s lips. He followed up the finger with his tongue, lapping and teasing Brian’s mouth. Then he dipped his finger into Brian’s cum and did the same thing. Their juices merged on Brian’s tongue, salty, spicy, tinged with sweat and need. “You came so good for me,” Gar cooed. “I’m proud of you.”



Bio:  
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

Buy Links:
MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=ELDOMOFD
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-domofdestruction-1615195-354.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NC1WE4O
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NC1WE4O
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/dom-of-destruction

Author Contact:

Giveaway: an ebook copy of Sex, Ties and Videotape. To enter leave a blog post comment of this post.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Win a Kindle + David Russell talks about Dreamtime Sensuality


Dreamtime Sensuality
Many a dream can be realized with a little forethought. The characters in this quartet of stories are intelligent, sensitive and literary. They are also supremely voyeuristic and open-minded. Their intelligence is counterbalanced by inhibitions, which they can only lose by premeditated seduction scenarios, which relate intimately to their professional, creative and cultural lives. The great effort each couple puts into arranging a scenario seems to enhance the quality of the experience. A great source of inspiration for this and other works has been the novel The Girl Beneath the Lion by André Pieyre de Mandiargues.

Seductive Semaphore: Fashion Designer Bethesda and journalist Hector live opposite each other, with windows facing. They make initial contact through visible, provocative gestures. Soon afterwards, they get direct contact when Hector assists Bethesda with her folio. She invites him round to model for some of her fashion creations, and proceeds to seduce him. The seduction continues with a ritual visit to a sports centre, and then to a beach. They leave it open as to whether their relationship could ever become long-term.

The Heroine and the Author: Dreamer Hecate discovers she has a terminal illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has left by being celebrated in literature as a charismatic, legendary figure. She meets Ferdinand, a ghost writer, who is happy to undertake this massive project with her. In the process, She gets an idea of his physique through jogging and the fitness centre. Then there is a seduction scene inspired by the literary models of Sappho and Donne. Being ‘open-minded’, they make a pact for each one to go and have a sexual adventure – his hetero, hers lesbian. Their relationship is enhanced by this extra dimension.

Dreamtime Sensuality: Romona, highly literary and highly inhibited, goes to an exotic island location. She deeply desires a passionate encounter. At the Pension where she stays, she meets Stefano, who fulfills her requirements exactly. The proprietress of the Pension picks up on Romona’s shyness, and gives her reassurance, including some practice in the art of kissing. Romona orchestrates an elaborate beach seduction scenario, and they are both fulfilled. They never meet again, but their exchange of emails and text messages goes on indefinitely.

Dancing with Danger: Verona is a Scriptwriter and Gareth an archaeologist. They both have ‘retreats’ near the coast, and discover their common interests. Verona contrives a half-seduction on a deserted beach, wearing 18th century retro gear – related to their common interests. After some further encounters, they give each other a ‘dare’ to go and have a really risky encounter with someone really dodgy. Gareth finds a young woman on the run. Verona has a rapturous encounter with someone who gets hauled in by the police, suspected of terrorism. She uses her charm on the interrogating police officer to extricate herself. So Verona and Gareth both meet up again, to tell their respective tales.  


Excerpt:

Hecate read some verses of Sappho, which she felt totally appropriate to his slender grace, so nearly androgynous. She quoted a phrase demanding his fixed, concentrated stare into her eyes. The eye contact was clinched Hecate’s introduction was a quote from her.

Ferdinand responded to the prompt; he knew what he had to do—gradually, at intervals, he removed his garments one by one as she breathily read the hypnotic, seductive phrases.

His garments came off with ease and grace, he obviously had some long-repressed desire to do this. At last, he stood before her, beautiful, naked, and slender. Somehow, his spirit prevailed over his earlier reticence, he shed his shyness with his clothing. Since she saw him in trunks, Hecate anticipated this moment with such relish. If the pool had been empty when they were there, she would have taken them off there, or in the shower. Perhaps something could happen, or even be premeditated in the future, on a deserted beach, secluded amid the dunes.

She handed him a volume of the collected poems of John Donne. “Now, I think you know which one I want you to read me. Hmm…while we’ve been working together, I bet you’ve had some reveries of me undressing, you undressing me.”

“I have to admit that is so and I know which poem you mean, it’s Elegy Nineteen—To His Mistress Going to Bed.

“We really are on the same wavelength darling. I had learned of that poem as a young girl, with a desperate desire one day to enact it. Every word of it struck home as I disrobed alone, for years I yearned for that lovely partner to give me those instructions live.”

Ferdinand beamed, then quoted from near the end of the poem referring to the poet’s nakedness at the beginning of the action. Then he proceeded to read, with his lovely, hypnotic voice.

       He really made Hecate’s girdle feel like Saturn’s rings As she undid her sash and cast it down, she felt her abdomen was bathed in heavenly light, visible only to spiritual eyes.

      The request to remove her ‘breastplate’ gave her an etheric shudder. Taking off the brooch at the top of her dress felt like casting away a shield, affirming that strife and combat had been replaced by love.
In response to the exhortation to unlace, she felt deliciously nervous as her fingers twitched on her zips and buttons.

As the gown went off following the next command, Hecate felt she had emerged from a perennial cocoon, that she was the sun liberated from the constricting veils of night.

     As for a ‘coronet’, Hecate was only wearing a slide, but removing it certainly helped her locks flow freely.

    It was great to feel liberated from footwear; earlier on her high heels had felt so sexy. But now her stockinged feet tingled with electric desire.

   With her underwear, admittedly she found nylon, calico and silk sexier than linen, but the word, so sensually uttered, really relevant. (from The Heroine and the Author – Story 2)

Book Links: 
Dreamtime Sensuality Antho - Devine Destinies

Manic Readers - Dreamtime Sensuality by David S Russell ...

Author Bio:
b. 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’

Author Links:


Giveaway: David's giving away an eCopy of his books. Comment on this post down below to enter. 


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Win a Kindle + find out how Tina Donahue does a Wicked Takeover!



WICKED TAKEOVER

Blurb: 

She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.

 

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.

Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.

Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

At a sound from behind, she turned. A guy came down the hall, his attention on the clipboard he held.

Lauren’s heart stalled then raced.

She guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, not a trace of fat on his hard body, just smooth bronze skin and slabs of muscles. Lord, lord, lord. He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was an armband of what appeared to be thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly Celtic, a series of thick black swirls that intertwined.

Lauren pressed her toes into her heels to keep from swaying or moving closer.

His hair was shoulder length, like a pirate’s, a dark brown color, thick and silky that encouraged a woman to run her fingers through it to ease those strands away from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latin. Virile to the extreme. Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had five o’clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed.

She imagined him nude. Hell, she imagined both of them naked, his bristly cheeks tickling the insides of her thighs, his tongue lapping her cleft, settling on her clit but not rushing her climax. No damn way. Lauren figured a guy who looked as great as he did wouldn’t let her come quickly. He’d make her wait for pleasure. Once she was blubbering in delight, he’d bend her over the front counter and warn her to behave, which meant she couldn’t moan too loudly as he spanked her. Her cries of delight would come later when he plunged his meaty cock into her juicy cunt, taking what he wanted, because that’s the kind of man he was.

Uninhibited. Alpha to the core.

Lauren whimpered.

Despite the strains of Spanish guitars flowing from the sound system, he’d obviously heard the noise she’d made. Halting suddenly, he lifted his face, his dark brown eyes meeting hers. He smiled easily, confidently.

Her bones went soft.

“Hey,” he said.

Lauren’s belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone.

Noting her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and moved closer, his stride smooth and assured. His fragrance wafted toward her. Something clean and citrusy that reminded Lauren of summer days, an ocean breeze, sun baking naked skin.

She locked her knees to keep her balance. Her attention inched from his impressive Adam’s apple to his luscious mouth, his full, kissable lips.

“Did you lose your way?” he asked.

With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful, intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech. “I’m sorry, what?”

He regarded her suit and heels. “Are you looking for another shop?”

“No.”

Surprise registered on his face. “You’re here for a tat?”

Lauren stared at the ones on his biceps, unable to help herself. Damn, they were hot. “Not exactly.”

He nodded. The ends of his hair swayed over his broad shoulders. Mesmerized, Lauren watched.

“A piercing?” he asked.

“What?”

“Are you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. The muscles in his upper arm flexed.

Lauren bit back a sound of approval at that and the silky dark hair in his pit. She pictured her face pressed to it as she smelled his wonderful, male scent.

“You can see what we offer in those photos,” he said. “We also have binders of what we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.”

Lauren nodded absently, wondering if he was dating the young woman who’d left here earlier. If not, the spring in her step was probably from him inking a hidden part of her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?”

He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.”

“Why?”

He shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?”

Clearly, he wasn’t uptight as she’d always been. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms all that you have?”

His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my tongue.”

Uh-huh. Lauren wondered if he’d inked his balls and cock, hoping he hadn’t. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature’s perfection.

She sighed.

He regarded her thoughtfully, really taking in her short blonde hair, clothes and finally her features, including the small mole near the side of her mouth. There, he lingered, as though he liked the beauty mark.

Are you nuts? A guy like him? Get real.

He continued to study her mouth.

A wave of desire and embarrassment rushed through Lauren so quickly, her throat and cheeks got hot.

He smiled softly this time, as though he felt bad for making her uncomfortable. Lightly touching her arm, he murmured, “Let me get those binders so you can look through them.”

“No, don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.”

His dark eyebrows lifted a bit. “You’re selling something?” His attention went to her purse as though her product line was in there.

“Uh no. I’m here to take over.”

“Take over?”

“Uh-huh.”

He looked lost. “As in what?”

“This place.” At his continuing confusion, she blurted, “I own this place and everything in it, including you.”

 

BIO:

 

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

 Available September 19
 
 
 
 
 
Giveaway:  Comment below for your chance to win a copy of Sinfully Wicked
 
 
 
 













 

Win a Kindle + find out why Sharon Kleve smells Love in the Air!



Blurb:


Sophie Grant made a promise to her friend. She loves the comfort of her book store and has no desire what-so-ever to go on an adventure—not when she can read about them every day in a book.
But a promise is a promise.
After sticking a pin in a map she heads off to the Colorado Rockies.

High in the Colorado Rockies, world renowned photographer Jonas Hansen is healing from a personal loss. Will Sophie’s kind nature, love of photography, and beautiful smile make Jonas whole again?


 

 

Excerpt:

 

Sophie climbed the stairs and Jonas held the door open for her. He didn't leave a lot of room to get by and she could feel his breath across her neck as their bodies brushed. He removed the pack from her shoulder after she stepped inside and one of the straps snapped.
 
 
 
"That's a new backpack. I can't believe that just happened." At first, Sophie felt embarrassed, and then mad that her pack didn’t even last a day before something broke.
He laughed and pointed to a picnic-bench-style table. "Don't worry. I can fix it. Have a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Sophie took a deep breath and replied, "I'd love a cup. Heavy on the cream please." She sat and zipped her pocket before she removed her coat. Sophie didn't want any of her precious feathers to float away.
"That's how I drink my coffee, but I only have the powdered stuff. Is that all right?" Jonas asked as he laid her pack on the table.
"Sure. I'm not picky. I usually drink it out of my secondhand Mr. Coffee machine." Sophie had a hard time keeping her eyes off of Jonas. He took off his jacket and his large shoulders pulled at the fabric of his shirt, emphasizing the muscles in his back and arms. Talk about being unprofessional. She needed to stop ogling his body. To distract herself, she looked around the building. The interior reminded Sophie of a miniature ski lodge, except hiking poles and backpacks hung on the walls instead of skis and goggles.
 
"Here you go. The coffee is hot, but not necessarily good." His hand brushed hers as he pulled away.
"I'll take it hot over good any day." Too late, she realized how that might've sounded. The heat rose in her cheeks as she clarified, "I meant I like my coffee served hot."
 
Bio:
Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic Peninsula with her husband.
 
Sharon is a multi-published author of paranormal and contemporary romance. She loves romance. She loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in each other's arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily ever after they deservewith a few bumps and bruises along the way.
 
 
One of her favorite things to do is picking up a new book and sinking into the story, immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.
When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.
 
You Can Find Sharon Here:
 
Giveaway will be an organza necklace with charm. (US residents only please) to enter just leave a comment on this post.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 
For the love of animals, by Sharon Kleve
I’m asked on a regular basis why I have some sort of animal in every one of my books. It is simple…I love animals and I love writing about them. It doesn’t matter what kind, shape, or size. I love them all!
Throughout my life I’ve had dogs, birds, frogs, lizards, rabbits and of course precious cats. My husband and I have a dozen bird feeders, two water fountains and multiple yard-art fixtures that we put food and water in for the critters.
Several years ago our cat of fifteen years passed away and we were going to wait awhile before getting another one but as the days went on we missed having a cat. It was during the winter so there weren’t any kittens available. I searched all the shelters and saw pictures of an eight-month-old female, shorthair cat.
When we picked up Ardy from the Bremerton, WA PAWS, they said we'd never be able to pick her up or touch her. She'd been abused. My husband played with her and instantly fell in love. We took her home and after many months of special care, she loves to be held. We laugh because she likes it so much she won't let you put her down.
All animals deserve a little time, patience and a good loving home.
PAWS is a wonderful organization. To volunteer your time or donate: you can contact them at http://www.paws.org/
In my latest release is called, Love is in the Air. It is book 3 in the Places To See Series. Rex, Jonas's Bernese Mountain dog, plays a large part in relationship between Sophie and Jonas.