It’s release day! It’s release day!

Love Letters Volume 1: Obeying Desire is available NOW!

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Look for all six of the Love Letters Anthologies coming this year from Carina Press!

Volume 1: Obeying Desire (A-D)(Theme: BDSM)–Release Date: April 2013

Volume 2: Duty to Please (E-H) (Theme: Military)– Release Date: May 2013

Volume 3: Wicked Whispers (I-L) (Theme: Dirty Talk)– Release Date: June 2013

Volume 4: Travel to Temptation (M-Q)(Theme: Exotic Erotic)–Release Date: August 2013

Volume 5: Exposed (R-U) (Theme: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism)– Release Date: September 2013

Volume 6: Cowboy’s Command (V-Z) (Theme: Western)– Release Date: October 2013

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Friday Flashers 3/22/13

Friday Flashers

Today I thought I’d share a bit of a short story that’s been collecting dust in a file folder for a few months, but is about to get a delightfully sexy overhaul. 🙂 The working title of this story is Going Deep.

Gathering all the ammunition in her arsenal of ace-reporting, Brooke lobbed her most pressing, hard-hitting, newsworthy question at him. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

He answered without missing a beat. The realization that he’d expected her to ask made her cheeks flare, but the need to take him down a notch burned hotter. Feeling vulnerable, she struck back at the one spot she knew might still be touchy for him.

“Pretty ballsy for a quiet guy like you to kiss the Homecoming Queen in front of the whole school. Must have taken weeks of planning. Were there charts involved?”

Brian’s smile faded, but he kept the oh-so-familiar smirk in place. The sardonic eyebrow twitch that dogged her all through high school was back too, but she knew the blow hit home. She’d been high school royalty—popular, pretty, and well-liked enough to be voted Queen of every dance as well as Student Body President. His only social triumph was being elected President of the Science Club.

His eyes narrowed but remained locked on hers. “You mean a nerdy guy like me.”

The intensity of his stare dredged up a raft of insecurities she thought she’d jettisoned years before. “You hated me all through school.”

“That’s not true.”

His voice was melodious and deep. The confidence ringing through the cooled molasses thickness of his drawl proved more seductive than poetry. He wasn’t that nerdy boy anymore. This man knew damn well the effect he had on women.

She held his gaze. “Why am I here?”

“Your paper wanted an interview.”

The simple answer wasn’t good enough. “Why me?”

“I wanted you.”

Happy Friday, my friends!

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Friday Flashers 3/8/13

Friday Flashers

Okay, so a couple of people pointed out that I got so excited about the cover art for Love Letters Volume 2: Duty to Please that I forgot to tease you with share a bit of my story from Love Letters Volume 1: Obeying Desire.

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Allow me to remedy that right away. Here’s the official 4-1-1:

D is for Detained by Maggie Wells

He was the preacher’s son, her parents owned the local sex shop. Sherry Adams and Tyler Prescott’s attraction was forbidden when they were teenagers, but years later Deputy Tyler takes out his trusty handcuffs to show her just how good they could be together.

And a tidbit to tide you over:

“Freeze! Hands in the air!”

Her skull cracked against the counter. She cussed, lifting one hand to rub away the ache and whirling to confront her attacker. “Christ, wha—”

She gaped at the shadow in the doorway. The peaked crown of his hat brushed the door casing, and his shoulders filled the breadth of the opening. Backlit by the blistering summer sun, the guy looked enormous.

“Hands in the air,” he repeated.

Astounded by the sight of a gun pointed in her direction, it took a full minute for her to recognize the voice. She blinked but the rest of her motor skills seemed stunned by the blow. Her hands inched toward the ceiling. “Tyler?”

“Sherry?” Instantly, he lowered the gun. His jaw almost scraped the filthy linoleum floor.

“Hey.” The little finger wave made her look stupid and awkward, but making a fool of herself over him was nothing new. The minute Tyler Prescott glanced in her direction, the stupid and awkward came pouring out of her.

“Sherry…Sherry Garcia Adams.”

She’d like to claim the name was a remnant of a misunderstood youth, a leftover taunt hurled by a guy who hadn’t outgrown his teenaged prejudices. Unfortunately, the man might have been reading her birth certificate verbatim. She had to be the only girl in the world whose own mother serenaded her with “Truckin’” each year instead of “Happy Birthday.”

Still, when Tyler Prescott said her ridiculous name in his down and dirty, burrowing twenty-gazillion-leagues-under-her-skin drawl…well, a little thrill chased down her spine. And if the fact that he remembered her name at all wasn’t enough to get a girl all squealy-giggly, the pseudo-reverence in his tone had the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention.

She assumed he faked the awe in his voice. Sherry had no idea why the chosen son of Serenity would be impressed with her presence.

“Hey, Tyler.” She lowered her half-raised hands and scraped her damp palms over the seat of her cargo shorts, trying to ignore her throbbing skull. He stared at her as if she were an alien beamed down from the planet Stupefy. “Uh, how’ve you been?”

Another brilliant question, but he stood stock-still in the doorway staring at her and it was making her nervous. Tyler Prescott was a paragon in their tiny town, and paragons made her twitchy. In high school, he’d been the captain of the football team and class president four years running. The resident handsome-as-sin preacher’s kid. Every town had one.

She flashed back to those interminable Sundays when she’d slip out of bed early to sneak into town to go to church. Tyler was one of the few people in Serenity who’d treated her like she was a normal person and not the girl their classmates crowned Porn Queen.

Love Letters Volume 1  is available for pre-order now at Carina Press, Amazon, and All Romance eBooks. Happy Friday, my friends!

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Friday Flashers 3/1/13

Friday Flashers

Hello and welcome to my first Friday Flashers entry! The cover art fairy dropped a bit of yum into my inbox. Wanna see?

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You like? How about a little taste of what’s inside?

Love Letters Volume 2: Duty to Please

E Is for Entice by Emily Cale

Coast Guard Petty Officer Evan Marshall knows it won’t be easy proving to his hometown that he’s matured—especially his former girlfriend, Ciara Knowles. Though they soon re-create some very hot memories, it may take a disaster to truly bring them together.

F Is for Fallout by Ginny Glass
When Spencer Corwin returns from Iraq, all he can think about is finally meeting the woman he’s been corresponding with in the flesh. But will their red-hot passion survive the fallout of learning they’ve both been living a lie?

G Is for Gun-Shy by Christina Thacher
Colonel Jack Travis doesn’t want to be partnered with buttoned-up military strategist Davina McCall—even if she’s the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. When a freak storm traps them in Jack’s cabin, the buttons start coming undone…and things really start heating up.

H Is for Hotshot by Maggie Wells
Smoke jumper Luke Whitehawk usually fights fires—when he’s not fighting his sizzling attraction to pilot Tara Ferris. And Tara’s determined that this is one battle Luke is destined to lose…

Here’s a little flash:

Sucking air between her teeth, Tara tripped the latch and threw her shoulder into the door. Without looking at him, she dropped a booted foot over the side and jumped from the pilot’s seat. “If you don’t like the way I drive, don’t climb into my bird, Hawk.”

A hard hand wrapped around her elbow. Blunt fingertips bit into her arm as he lifted her off the ground and held her snug against his chest. She slid halfway down his body before opportunity registered and instinct kicked in. Her arms and legs locked at his neck and thighs. She shimmied back up his long, lean body like a lumberjack scaling a tree trunk. She locked her thighs around his hips and dug the worn heels of her battered cowgirl boots into the hard muscle of his ass. Staring up into the jagged planes of his soot-covered face, she match him scowl for scowl.

“You could have killed yourself,” he rasped.

“I would never endanger my crew,” she retorted. “It was an engine alarm. I had her under control.” Luke opened his mouth to speak but the words caught. Startled by his strangled cry of frustration, she stared straight into his ebony eyes, willing him to truly see her for the first time. “Don’t you know me at all by now? I would never risk you. Never.”

His hand slipped into her hair, pressing the damp strands to the back of her neck. “Goddammit, Tara,” he rasped.

She held his gaze and exhaled a tremulous breath. “Goddammit, Hawk.”

A bead of sweat trailed down his temple, cutting a swath through the black soot that seemed embedded in his pores. It trickled into the crevices that fanned from the corners of his eyes, then attempted to scale that high, arcing cheekbone. Favoring him with a shaky smile, she caught the droplet on the pad of her thumb and swirled it into his skin.

Her lips were dry. She ran her tongue over the parched skin and traced the outline left by his safety goggles with her eyes. “You look like a reverse raccoon.” She wiggled, inching a bit higher so the crotch of his personal protective gear slid against the slick fabric of her flight suit.

Shudders rumbled through his body but he cradled her ass in one big hand. “And you look like more trouble than any man my age should go courtin’.”

“I’m not asking you to court me.” Her grip on his nape tightened. She leaned in and caught his earlobe between her teeth, rolling the tender flesh before releasing it with a flick of her tongue. Her breath bounced off his ear, warm and moist with anticipation. “All I’ve ever wanted was you deep inside me.”

Be sure to watch for Love Letters Volume 1: Obeying Desire coming in April!

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Birthday blog for Evelyn Jules!

It’s my BFF’s birthday – it’s one of the big-ends-in-a-zero birthdays! Sending out big peanut butter wishes and kisses to my partner in crime, Evelyn Jules!

To celebrate, I turned the tables on my favorite girl and asked her to answer the same questions she tossed at me when I visited her blog earlier this month. Check out her answers and be sure to wish her a happy birthday in the comments!

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Hi, everyone! I’m so happy to be here today, on this, the day of my birth! I had so much fun with these interview questions. I hope it gives you all a chance to get to know me better!

Describe yourself in three words. Quirky, happy, peanut-butter-addict

Any nicknames? One of my buddies calls me Julyn. I’d rather not talk about my other nicknames. There are scars. 😉

What was your favourite Christmas present? My favourite present of all time has to be the 10 free lessons at Circus School. And a close second is my moon shoes.

What’s your dirtiest secret? One time I smeared Nutella all over my face. And I liked it.

In your opinion, what’s the most important part of the sandwich? This is a really tough question for me to answer. Obviously the bread is important. But I think the condiments can make or break a sandwich. The condiment quotient is key.

As authors we tend to have to research many bizarre and unusual topics. What’s the strangest thing you’ve Googled research-wise? Well, I wrote a story set in a penis museum. *nods* It’s possible I researched things such as ‘the length of a crocodile’s penis’.

What was your favourite childhood toy? Fisher Price Little People. I still have them. And their bus. And their house. And their pool. And all their little cars….

Share your favourite word or phrase with us. Positivity! I can’t help it. I just love the word and everything it represents. It makes me ridiculously happy. It’s my mantra.

Do you believe in love at first sight? I do. I’ve never experienced it personally—not yet, at least—but I do wholeheartedly believe in it.

What writing accomplishment are you most proud of and why? A few weeks ago that penis story I mentioned became a print. I mean, it’s part of an anthology which is now in print. I’m so touched that my first print is a penis print. I’ll stop saying penis now.

If you had the opportunity to live one year of your life over again, which year would you choose? Hands down, 2012. It was the best year of my life. I accomplished so many things I never dreamed possible.

What’s the funniest/weirdest/dirtiest status message you’ve posted on a social networking site? @EvelynJules I think my closest friends are the ones I can call a filthy whore and get away with it.

Quick and dirty:

Cake or pie? Can’t I have both? Oh, fine. I choose rainbow chip cake with whipped cream icing.

Jocks or nerds? I’m gonna have to say jocks, ‘cause I’m a bit of a jock myself.

Coke or Pepsi? Um, water? I don’t like pop. 😛

Boxers or briefs? Boxers.

Poolside or beach? I am a total beach girl. I get sand in bad places.

Pancakes or waffles? How about a panfle?

Baked or fried? The health-conscious, salad-eating side of me will kick my butt for this, but gimme the fried food. Guhhhhhhh.

Aaaaaand, last but not least, tell us about your new book!

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Cheapskates in Love is a romantic comedy that pokes fun at the world of online dating.

Here’s the blurb:

It’s couples’ skating night down at the local rink and Elena Armstrong can’t seem to keep her cocky jock blind date around long enough to knee him in the balls. Sadly, she was too much of a cheapskate to pay for a membership to an online dating site and based everything on Leonard’s personality profile alone. Big mistake.

At the opposite end of the rink, Ben Kessel, another cheapskate on a blind date with Iris, the ice princess, is having a similarly miserable time. Elena, a hater of all things sports-related, inches out into the skating world butt-first and collides with Ben. After sharing their hilarious and horrifying dates-gone-wrong stories, the two disappear and make everything right again on the floor in the players’ dressing room. Almost everything. They forget to exchange numbers. Now these two cheapskates need to make the ultimate sacrifice: pay for a membership to the online dating site so they can track each other down. But is the possibility of love really worth the price of $24.95 per month?

My Cheapskates are available at the following locations:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Cheapskates-In-Love-ebook/dp/B00B14OMZI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358281364&sr=8-

Turquoise Morning Press Bookstore: 1&keywords=cheapskates+in+love+evelyn+jules

http://www.turquoisemorningpressbookstore.com/products/cheapskates-in-love-by-evelyn-jules

All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com//product-cheapskatesinlove-1043038-149.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/274775

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I’d love to chat with you all some more! Come visit me at my website! http://evelynjules.blogspot.ca

I’m on twitter https://twitter.com/#!/EvelynJules and facebook http://www.facebook.com/EvelynJules too!

Thanks so much for hosting me, Maggie! This was a blast! 🙂

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Six Sentence Sunday – 10/28/12

My story, Portrait of Passion, is a part of Passionate Exhibitions anthology AVAILABLE NOW at your favorite retailer! Check it out:

Museums. Places of grandeur and mystery, hidden corners and secrets. Walk the halls of any museum and find a past life in a necklace, an alternate reality in a painting, a terrible curse from a statue, or your wildest fantasies come to life. From the distant past to the far-flung future, these stories will titillate and tantalize. Welcome to the Passionate Exhibition.

Here are my Sunday Six from Portrait of Passion:

Tiny hairs the color of coal dust curled around her fingers. The swell of her hips played peek-a-boo from behind his. Powerful, thick thighs all but blocked her from the frame. He covered her hands with his but not to halt her progress or guide her, merely because he wanted to go along for the ride.

“I knew we’d be beautiful together,” she whispered, holding his gaze in the mirror. “And with you, I won’t have to be everything all by myself.”

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Six Sentence Sunday – 10/21/12

My story, Portrait of Passion, is a part of Passionate Exhibitions anthology AVAILABLE NOW at your favorite retailer! Check it out:

Museums. Places of grandeur and mystery, hidden corners and secrets. Walk the halls of any museum and find a past life in a necklace, an alternate reality in a painting, a terrible curse from a statue, or your wildest fantasies come to life. From the distant past to the far-flung future, these stories will titillate and tantalize. Welcome to the Passionate Exhibition.

Here are my Sunday Six from Portrait of Passion:

“Whoa, hold on a second,” he rasped.

Kelsy shook her head, punctuating her stubborn refusal by loosening another two buttons before sparing a glance from under her lashes. “You’re perfect,” she whispered, yanking the tails of the shirt from his pants.

“What are you doing?”

She freed the last button then shoved the shirt over his shoulders, trapping his arms at his sides. “I’m going to paint you.”

Want to discover new authors? Check out all of the Six Sentence Sunday participants! There’s a fresh crop of goodness each week!

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Six Sentence Sunday – 10/14/12

My story, Portrait of Passion, is a part of Passionate Exhibitions anthology AVAILABLE NOW at all your favorite retailers! Check it out:

Museums. Places of grandeur and mystery, hidden corners and secrets. Walk the halls of any museum and find a past life in a necklace, an alternate reality in a painting, a terrible curse from a statue, or your wildest fantasies come to life. From the distant past to the far-flung future, these stories will titillate and tantalize. Welcome to the Passionate Exhibition.

Here are my Sunday Six from Portrait of Passion:

Before she could stop herself, she started mixing paint colors in her head—espresso with a dab of goldenrod. Maybe a dash of burnt umber stirred in to get that reddish tinge.

“I don’t need any trouble,” he said, but the rasp in his voice told a different story.

His words may have been no-nonsense, but the way those amber-flecked eyes raked her from head to toe promised nonsense of the most delicious kind. Casually trailing her fingers across the paint-smeared palette she’d tossed aside, she tilted her head and wafted her most innocent smile in his direction as she rubbed the slick acrylics between the pads of her fingers.

“I promise, you’ll like the trouble I have planned for you, Officer Jameson.”

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Six Sentence Sunday – 10/7/12

My story, Portrait of Passion, is a part of Passionate Exhibitions anthology AVAILABLE NOW at your favorite retailers! Check it out:

Museums. Places of grandeur and mystery, hidden corners and secrets. Walk the halls of any museum and find a past life in a necklace, an alternate reality in a painting, a terrible curse from a statue, or your wildest fantasies come to life. From the distant past to the far-flung future, these stories will titillate and tantalize. Welcome to the Passionate Exhibition.

Here are my Sunday Six from Portrait of Passion:

The flashlight slipped from his grip and crashed to the scarred tile floor. Oblivious, he curled his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for her.

“Come in.” She cocked her head and crooked a finger, coaxing him into the room like a reluctant stray. Her eyes lit with laughter before her lips curved into a smile and he knew without a doubt that somehow she was reading his mind.

Confused, amused, a tad irked, and more than a little horny, he tore his gaze from her in a desperate attempt to gather his wits.

Want to discover new authors? Check out all of the Six Sentence Sunday participants! There’s a fresh crop of goodness each week!

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