BOOK SPOTLIGHT – CHOCOLATE DREAMS AT THE GINGERBREAD CAFE – by Rebecca Raisin

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Chocolate…the most irresistible temptation?
The Gingerbread Café is all a buzz! This Easter, Lily and the rest of the town of Ashford, Connecticut are planning a truly decadent Chocolate Festival. Cooking up a storm, CeeCee and Lily are not just baking a batch of their sinfully delicious chocolate-dipped gingerbread men, but an excess of chocolate truffles, squidgy, cinnamony hot cross buns and melt in your mouth chocolate eggs. The Gingerbread Café staff have definitely enjoyed the tasting process!
Add in Damon’s cute-as-a-button seven year old daughter, Charlie, up for a visit and Lily’s perfect Easter may just be around the corner. Until her ex-husband Joel turns up demanding twenty thousand dollars… Suddenly the future of the Gingerbread Café is not so clear…and Lily finds herself eating far more of The Gingerbread Café’s treats than her skinny jeans allow…
Can Lily concoct a brilliant plan to save her beloved café, convince Damon she has no feelings for Joel and still throw a Chocolate Festival the town will be talking about for years? There’s only one way to find out…

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Welcome back to the warmth, cupcakes and hot chocolate of The Gingerbread Café – your home away from home
This is the second novella in The Gingerbread Café series

BUY LINKS:

Christmas at the Gingerbread Café
Chocolate Dreams at the Gingerbread Café

Coming Christmas 2014 look out for the next romantic instalment!

Other books by Rebecca Raisin:

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ABOUT Rebecca Raisin
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Rebecca Raisin is a true bibliophile.

This love of books morphed into the desire to write them. She’s been widely published in various short story anthologies, and in fiction magazines, and is now focusing on writing romance. The only downfall about writing about gorgeous men who have brains as well as brawn, is falling in love with them – just as well they’re fictional. Rebecca aims to write characters you can see yourself being friends with. People with big hearts who care about relationships, and most importantly, believe in true, once in a lifetime love.
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Ann Lethbridge’s Falling for the Highland Rogue

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Ann Lethbridge has done it again!
This novel transported me into Regency Scotland on the arm of the delicious Logan Gilvry. Logan is a swoon worthy hero with his tight, athletic body, his determination and his integrity, which shines through constantly in spite of his rogue status. Logan is loyal to his family and when he falls in love, that loyalty is also given to the object of his affection. Although he is a whisky runner, Logan is working with his family in a time when some of those who were seen to be living by the law, were often more corrupt and ruthless than anyone actually accused of a crime.
Our heroine, disgraced lady Charity West, is typical of Ms Lethbridge’s heroines. She is feisty and beautiful with an intense instinct for self-preservation . . . until she meets Logan and her cool façade begins to melt. This is done artfully throughout the course of the novel with the typical style and grace that I have come to expect from this author.
Falling for the Highland Rogue featured one of the hottest and most sensual love scenes I’ve ever read. Not only is it highly erotic but it’s packed with emotional intensity too!
It was also a delight to meet up with Jenna and Niall Gilvry and to see how their lives have progressed since their own novel.
A wonderful read that left me feeling all warm and satisfied! 

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Colorado Promise – Historical Western Romance – by Charlene Whitman

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Today I’d like to welcome the wonderful Charlene Whitman to my blog!

Her novel Colorado Promise is Book One in the Front Range series.

Blurb:

In this passionate sweet Western Historical Romance, author Charlene Whitman introduces Emma Bradshaw—a high-society young woman from New York, who is forced to move out to the untamed Front Range in Colorado and finds that true love can withstand all the dangers the West can throw at her.

Greeley, Colorado, in 1875 is a town built on a promise . . .

. . . but to Emma it is a desert prison in the middle of a hostile and dusty prairie. Emma had hoped to go to Vassar College, to pursue her dreams of becoming a botanical illustrator. But when her father, struck with “Western fever” moves the family out West, Emma’s dreams are shattered. Her only consolation is that her childhood friend, handsome Randall Turnbull, has moved to Greeley to work for his railroad baron father. Her heart sparked by his comforting presence, she hopes Randall will fall in love with her and marry her.

But promises often turn bitter . . .

. . . as Lucas Rawlings, veterinarian and horse lover, well knows. Lucas has lived on the Front Range for three years at Sarah Banks’s horse ranch, after stumbling down from the Rockies consumed with grief. Since losing his precious wife and baby in childbirth, he doesn’t think his heart can bear ever loving again. But Sarah, a half-Cheyenne with a medicine woman for a grandmother, has a vision showing it’s time Lucas married again. He scoffs until he rescues Emma in a sudden hailstorm and their lives become intricately entwined.

Emma must choose—and fight—for the man she loves, at the risk of all she loves . . .

Emma yearns for the comfort and familiarity of Randall’s company, but Lucas’s easy confidence and gentle ways snag her heart. Facing a new life beset by grasshoppers, drought, and blizzards is hard enough. But when murderous ranchers try to force Sarah off her land, and her brother takes up dangerous company, the lives of her family and the man she’s come to love are threatened. It will take a miracle—and the strength and promises of true love—to come through unscathed in this untamed land.

About the Author

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Charlene Whitman spent many years living on Colorado’s Front Range. She grew up riding and raising horses, and loves to read, write, and hike the mountains. She attended Colorado State University in Fort Collins as an English major. She has two daughters and is married to George “Dix” Whitman, her love of thirty years. Colorado Promise is her first Historical Western Romance novel.

Books 2 and 3 in the Front Range series will be out sometime next year — Colorado Hope and Colorado Promise.

Links

Check out Colorado Promise at Amazon.

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You can find Charlene:

Twitter: @charlwhitman

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Colorado Promise is available here in all formats.

Thanks so much for visiting, Charlene!

If you have any questions or comments for Charlene please post them here and she’ll do her best to respond! The best comment or question will also win a copy of the novel!

Molly xxx

It’s beginning to feel a lot like…Christmas?

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Well, Christmas really is just weeks away. I can’t believe we’re already in November. I wish I’d written a Christmassy tale this year…but maybe next year! It has been a busy one anyway and I have several projects coming to fruition, so 2014 will be a busy year! 2013 has been great in a lot of ways – debut novella released, developing professional relationships with publishers and other authors and, of course, spending precious time with my family.

I have little Christmas rituals I like to perform each year, such as making mince pies, tracking Santa on Norad (I LOVE doing this with my kids) and at least a dozen others which I’ll post about as the festive season draws even closer. But one of my favourites is reading at least one Christmas novel. There’s nothing like cuddling up in the warm with a mug of hot chocolate – or a nice glass of wine – and reading a good festive novel.

So here are two recommendations to get you in the Christmas mood this year:

Number 1

A Scandalous Regency Christmas
This is an anthology featuring a story by one of my favourite authors Barbara Monajem, as well as some other fabulous authors – Christine Merrill, Marguerite Kaye, Annie Burrows and Linda Skye.

Browsing the Mills and Boon section at a supermarket deep in the heart of Wales yesterday, I found this one on the shelf. My husband thought I was mad taking a photo!

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Number 2

Wicked Wonderland written by another of my favourite authors, the lovely Lisa Whitefern.

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This is a delightful combination of adorable characters, festive magic and vivid menage romance. Ms Whitefern creates intensity throughout with internal and external conflicts which keep the reader turning pages.
Lilly is a strong yet vulnerable love, Nick is smoking dom hot and Kris is the man you’d want as a bfwb! Add to this delightful trio the evil sibling, the fascinating birdmen (conjured images of the winged men from Flash Gordon) and the heat that happens just about everywhere (Xmas cards with pics of Santa’s sleigh will never look the same, nor will rooftops) and you’ve got a thoroughly enjoyable combination!

So there you have it! My two reading suggestions for the next few weeks.
Why not check them out then let me – and the authors – know what you think?

Did they get you in the Christmas mood?

Is it beginning to feel a little…or a lot…like Christmas?

Molly xxx

Naughty No-No’s Blog Hop

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I’m very excited to be part of this blog hop! What a great way to see in the autumn. I love all things erotic and if you follow this blog hop you’ll come across some GREAT erotic romance authors. Check them out here.

I thought I’d treat you today with a sexy excerpt from my debut novella Desire in Deadwood.

If you’d like to be in with a chance of winning a copy, please post a comment at the bottom of the page.Desire in Deadwood has already had several five star reviews and one four star review from Scorching Reviews.

Excerpt

Outside the Gem, she looked around quickly then hurried through the swing doors and into the bar. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of stale sweat and alcohol. A quick scan from under the shawl showed her that it was still quiet so she darted through the bar and headed for the staircase, taking the steps two at a time.

Once at the top, Evelyn rushed across the wide landing, which looked down onto the open space of the bar, then paused outside the small room. What would happen today? Would she have to stand before him again, scandalously naked whilst he pleasured himself? Would he force himself upon her and expect her to make love to him with their former passion? If he did, would she be able to feign indifference, to force herself to find no pleasure in their coupling? The thought both terrified and aroused her.

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She knocked then entered immediately and let the shawl slip from her head, her stomach clenching at the thought of seeing him again. But he wasn’t alone. He sat on the chaise longue again with his feet planted squarely on the ground in front of him, but next to him, caressing his muscular thigh possessively, was a young woman.

“Oh.” Evelyn settled the shawl upon her shoulders and self-consciously patted her hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that you had company. Shall I go?”

She turned and was about to step out into the corridor when she felt a hand upon her shoulder. She turned, expecting to look up into Nate’s eyes but instead she looked into the laughing green eyes of a whore.

“Don’t go sweety! We was jus’ waitin’ for ya, see!” the girl wheedled, running a finger up and down Evelyn’s cheek. She shrugged it away, causing the girl to cackle and perform an elaborate curtsey before her.

“What is this, Mr Hamilton? You made no mention of this!” Evelyn lifted her chin and scowled at him. “If I may correct you, my dear Mrs Campbell”—he leant forward resting his arms upon his legs—“I made no specification of details. I merely told you that I was aware of your situation and offered you a way to earn some money. You seemed keen enough.” He shrugged. “You didn’t ask for particulars.”

Evelyn blinked hard as she glared at him. She could not argue with the truth. His offer had been most generous and she really hadn’t any alternative. She’d even reasoned that it would be better to be with Nate, with a man she had loved and been intimate with. Better that than sell herself to a rotten toothed miner who’d paw at her body and rob her of her self- respect. At least that was what she’d thought. But here was Nate, stealing that same self- respect away from her, intent upon humiliating her for his own pleasure. Well she would not let him see how hurt she was. Clearly the man she had known and loved was gone, his love and compassion evaporated by the harsh sunlight like the morning dew on the arid landscape. She slammed the door. There was no going back.

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“So what do you want me to do?” She threw her shawl away from her and unbuttoned her jacket then flung it after the shawl. Nate stared at her, eyebrows raised. The soiled dove gave a harsh laugh then returned to her position at Nate’s side and snuggled into him, entwining a shapely leg around his. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, staring all the while at Evelyn’s face.

So he was playing games. Did he want to get revenge by hurting her?

She pushed down her skirt and kicked it away then she let down her hair. Nate eyed her with the hunger of a starving man, from her cotton bloomers to the flimsy chemise above her corset. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze but she flicked her hair over her shoulders and pushed her chest out. She would show him all that she was—all that she had to give. She would not shy away from his lust. There’d been a time, during their youth, when she’d been apprehensive about undressing in front of him but with his love and tenderness she’d soon been reassured and had even become quite brazen with him. But she’d been so sure of him then, so convinced that he loved her and would never hurt her. This was different.

She was dragged roughly back to the present as the harlot moaned and she watched in horror as Nate allowed the whore to slide his hand into the top of her chemise, whilst she pulled his other hand up to her face and began to suck on his fingers.

Stood in the middle of the room in her underwear and boots, watching the man she had loved being touched and kissed by another woman, Evelyn was consumed with hurt and jealousy. It made her heart pound, and anger burned hot in her belly.

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“Mrs Campbell,” his voice was almost a whisper, “come over here.”

Not knowing what else she could do, though she longed to turn and run from the room, Evelyn obeyed. Nate reached out to her and pulled her down onto his knee, wrapping his arm around her waist. The whore moved her leg away but kept Nate’s hand upon her breast. Evelyn fought the urge to jump up and flee when the whore threw her head back and reached down to her crotch where she rubbed against the thin cloth of her bloomers, arching her hips up towards her own touch.

“Do you like this, Evelyn?” Nate’s voice was husky. She didn’t trust herself to answer. The whore increased her pace upon herself and began gyrating in ecstasy. Evelyn watched Nate as he eyed the girl. A sigh escaped his lips when the girl reached under her bloomers and continued rubbing at her pussy, faster and faster until she shuddered suddenly and violently, then opened her feline eyes to smile at her audience.

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Evelyn stared at the girl in shock. How could she be so wanton? The whore seemed to read Evelyn’s mind and she pushed her chemise down to expose small pert breasts then flung her head back as Nate squeezed at a rosy nipple. Her bloomers clung to her damp groin, evidence of her recent climax, and Evelyn’s eyes were glued to the outline of the soiled dove’s sex. Though her mouth was dry and her palms clammy, Evelyn had to admit that she was aroused. But the conflicting emotions threatened to burst out of her in a flurry of tears and violence. She wanted to scratch at her rival for stealing away Nate’s attention yet she knew that it was not the girl’s fault. She, like Evelyn, was doing what she was paid to do. She would not allow Nate to see her jealousy, her pain.

Leaning in towards him she pressed her lips against his jaw. His scent was so familiar and so good that tears sprang into her eyes and her desire for him twitched deep within her. She had loved this man with every fibre of her being, yet she had married another and she wondered now at how much her actions had hurt him. If he had only sent word to her, reassured her of his health, success and imminent return, she would have held on…but she’d had too much to lose. She’d been forced to make a choice under duress and the offer had been open only for a very limited time. What else could she have done?

A lone tear trickled down her cheek as she sought out his lips, but he turned his face away from her and her lips landed instead upon his dark hair.

“No, Mrs Campbell, I will not kiss you. The time for such tenderness is long gone.”

He pulled his arm away from the whore and Evelyn jumped in shock as he squeezed her full breast hard then ripped her chemise down and found the erect nub, tweaking it roughly as he had the whore’s. He rolled his thumb and forefinger over the hard nub and rubbed at the surrounding pale pink circle and the action caused an exquisite flicker deep inside her as if her breasts and cunny were linked. He tugged at her erect nipple and pinched it but the pain was delicious as it fired her longing for him, reigniting a side of her that she had hidden for a decade.
It had been so long.

A groan escaped her and it seemed to spur him on, the rolling and rubbing grew harder and she fought the urge to beg him to move his hand between her legs to offer her the sweet release that he was so capable of doing. Her pussy throbbed, the silken folds moist with desire. She knew that she should push his hand away, pull away from him and run from the room—she was a respectable woman, a mother and a widow—but she knew that she would not, for though his touch was rougher, his eyes harder, her yearning for him pulsed through her even more powerfully than before.

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So did you enjoy the excerpt? Tell me what you think by 29th September and you’ll be entered to win a copy of the novella.

Molly xxx

So What Happens Next? Post-release angst! :-0

So Desire in Deadwood is out there and…what happens next?

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Well, I’ve a WIP which I’m currently polishing (Harlot at the Homestead – another historical western) in the hope that it will find a contract and I’ve another WIP on the backburner ready to be completed.

But I’m unsettled!

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I’m watching the WWW constantly to track the progress of my debut novella. It’s a strange feeling and a strange place to be. First, came submission. Nail biting. Stomach churning. Then came contract. Yippee! At last! Followed by edits, which were enjoyable because I found a fab editor who guided me along an unfamiliar path. Then came pre-release followed by general release.

I didn’t expect a fanfare…I’ve had some great reviews…but is it selling? Oh the angst!

I’d read about this phase before I even received a contract but I didn’t really think about how it would feel. But here I am…living the reality. Living the dddrrreeeaaammm….

I’ve enjoyed being on some fabulous blogs thanks to some lovely authors and reviewers and it’s truly wonderful, fabulous, AMAZING seeing my novella for sale on lots of websites.

BUT…I’ve found the Amazon Sales Rank checker!!! (UH OH!)

I’m surprised it hasn’t already blocked me for persistence! Have you ever been on this site? It tells you where your book is compared to other books and how many copies you’ve sold via Amazon.com.

I can’t look! But I did! Oh…dear…

So what happens next?

I’m going to keep writing and keep dreaming. I’m going to persevere. It’s one thing I’m really good at.
I certainly don’t feel like giving up! Oh no! Not my style!

Puffy eyed and confidence a little dented, I’ll flutter my author wings and skip on my rather tiny author feet and carry on.

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That’s what happens next!

Molly xxx

‘Stolen Summer’ Review

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

‘Stolen Summer’ is a beautiful love story which takes the reader on a rollercoaster ride of emotion and sensuality which may leave you breathless.
The conflicts suffered by the characters keep you at the edge of your seat, desperate to see a happy outcome. The characters are convincing and delightful and, many times throughout the novel, you might find yourself wanting to give them a hug. (I know I did!)
S.A.Meade writes with intelligence and integrity, weaving beautifully vivid prose with highly charged emotional plot.
A must read this summer!

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