Return to Love
Wednesday, December 5th, 2012

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Return to Delight
Harley June Baker left Delight thinking never to return, but when circumstances draw her back to this tiny town and straight into Cooper’s strong arms, she knows she’s in deep trouble. The man she’d loved and left behind is now one sexy devil-in-denim and hotter than a Texas summer night. With his every wicked touch throwing her senses into overdrive, how could any sane woman resist?

 Cooper Dobbs is a man on a mission. He let Harley get away once, but never again. Knowing it’s time to burn up some sheets with the delectable woman, Cooper plies her with a raw, savage passion that threatens to incinerate them both. It’s gonna take plenty of panty-drenching sex and a fair amount of sweet-talkin’ to make Harley his, but Cooper reckons he’s up to the challenge.
 Return of the Daredevil  
Scrumptious scoundrel. Daredevil T Dobbs, the sexiest cowboy to ever walk the streets of Delight, Texas, headed out of town, taking Melanie Honeycutt’s heart with him. But now he’s back and hotter than ever. Trust him? Her head says no but her body has other ideas.

 Stubborn woman. She was the girl T never forgot and the woman he yearns for in the deepest part of his heart. But what’s a man to do when she doesn’t believe he’s home for good? T knows his way around dangerous curves, and Mel’s are hot enough to burn a man. He figures it’ll take a slow hand and some downright smokin’-hot sex to melt her reserve but he’s definitely up for the challenge.
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An Excerpt From: RETURN TO DELIGHT

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Harley June Baker tightened her grip on the steering wheel of her candy-apple red Mazda Miata and pressed a booted foot on the accelerator as she swept past the powder blue sign that read Welcome to Delight! Serving up miles of smiles deep in the heart of Texas!
Yeah, right.

She did the whole mental eye roll thing. All the town of Delight ever served up was a healthy dose of boredom. Around these parts, the citizens of this tiny Hill Country town called the place Dee-light with a heavy emphasis on the “e” but as a starry-eyed teenager with a thirst for excitement and adventure, all she’d really wanted was to get the hell out. Back then the place was one dead-end road to nowhere but now she wasn’t so sure. Childhood memories rolled slowly over her threatening to take her under.

The blast of nostalgia hit her, quite unexpectedly, and she blinked back tears as she thought of her mom and how much she missed her. Deborah had died a few months ago leaving Harley June a million good memories along with an aging Victorian that had been in the family for countless generations. For as long as she could remember it had just been her and Mom. She didn’t know her dad. He’d hung around long enough to name her after his favorite motorcycle and then one day, he’d gotten on it and driven away never to return.

What a shithead!

Her mom had been a wonderful woman but he’d been too young and stupid to see that. She and Mom had done okay though. When she reached adulthood, she realized that not only did she look like Mom but that she’d inherited a sassy streak of independence and a hard-work ethic that was pure Deb Baker.

Harley stopped at a red light in the center of Main and flipped on her right turn signal. Leaving Mom a dozen years ago to chase her dreams had been one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She turned at the First Methodist Church and drove the three blocks to Austin Road. Her hands began to tremble and tears filled her eyes when she took in the long, tree-lined street with its neatly paved sidewalks. When she was little, she’d mastered bike riding and in-line skates on those concrete paths. In the distance she spotted the big Victorian that had been in her family for generations. She shouldn’t sell it! She should keep it and see if she could make a different kind of life for herself in this small town that held her childhood memories.

“No! I can’t stay. There’s nothing for me here,” she argued aloud. Then her eyes narrowed as she saw the shiny black bad-boy truck parked in front of the house. Next to the vehicle sat a giant-sized toolbox and several cans of paint. Harley June pulled up behind the truck and turned off the ignition. She’d hired Connelly Brothers Construction to do an eensy face-lift on the house to make it more attractive to potential buyers. Obviously they’d followed her instructions and had sent someone over to begin work. She had emailed several days ago telling them she’d be in town and it was good to see they’d gotten a start on things.

Grabbing her purse from the passenger seat, she stepped out and walked to the sidewalk, stopping to take in the wide, old-fashioned veranda with its large round pillars and the high gables of the roofline. Someone had repainted the double front doors a dark charcoal and had planted bold, red geraniums in the iron urns flanking the entrance.

Why?

It was beyond strange considering she was selling. Yes, they were lovely but who would do such a thing?

Frowning a little, she advanced, her boot heels knocking smartly on the front walkway. As she headed up the wide steps to the porch, she stopped then caught her breath and held it. Nostalgia mixed with bittersweet longing curled tightly in her chest as Cooper Dobbs stood there looking at her through a pair of heavily lashed smoky-colored eyes. Bare-chested and holding a well-used paintbrush, he grinned broadly. A pair of dimples dipped into his bronzed cheeks and his blacker-than-night hair was mussed as if he’d repeatedly raked his fingers through it. A portion of that sexy black stuff drooped over his forehead. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he dropped the paintbrush onto a broad swath of canvas on the floor of the porch. “Well, hey Harley June! It’s about damn time you came home,” he drawled as he reached into a back pocket to grab a crumpled blue bandanna. He wiped futilely at the pale gray paint smears on his deliciously mounded chest and dragged it over a set of washboard abs.

Was there drool on her chin?

An Excerpt From: RETURN OF THE DAREDEVIL

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

She looked up and froze to see T silhouetted in the doorway of the gym.

The sun was at his back, casting him in shadows, and the entire room went still. Heavy air seemed to hover like a living thing in the gym and even the teenaged girls didn’t make a peep as he filled up the room with his presence. But even cast in shadow, it was impossible to mistake that long, lean frame or the swagger in his stride as he finally began to cross the room. T’s bootheels rapped sharply on the carefully tended hardwood. He moved like a man who did what he pleased and took what he wanted. Determination marked his every step and as he drew closer, the shadows lifted, showing Mel the glint in his storm-colored eyes. They were hungry eyes. Sexy eyes. Heavily lashed, they narrowed dangerously beneath the brim of a straw summery cowboy hat that had definitely seen better days. T’s hair beneath the battered hat was long, thick and black, brushing the tops of sturdy shoulders that she practically itched to stroke with her fingers. The hint of a five o’clock shadow covered the lower part of his sexy, masculine face. Oh boy. T for trouble. Suddenly he grinned, throwing her even further off guard as he tipped back the brim of his hat and moved in close enough to touch.

“Hey, darlin’,” he drawled. Before she could blink, T Dobbs wrapped a muscular arm around her, hauling her close, and breathed against her lips. “Damn, woman. I missed you. Kiss me hello, sweet thang.”

The world instantly melted away.

Just like that he stole every bit of good sense she’d ever possessed as his lips took hers in a savage kiss that quite simply rocked her world. There was nothing tentative in T’s mouth slowly devouring hers. His tongue cruised over her lips, tasting thoroughly before dipping deep until she could taste all the complex flavors of this man she’d always loved. If anything his kisses were even better than they’d been all those many years ago. A flash of jealousy whipped through her as she wondered about how he’d gained all this expertise but then the anger was dashed away under the seductive lash of his tongue.

She was lost. Taken under. Obliterated with just one touch.

One big hand cupped the curve of her jaw as a twitter of sound swept the room. Giggling and applause and chatter came at her as if from a distance but, truth be told, she could barely hear it over the roar of blood in her ears. Her nipples went hard against the practical cotton of her bra and she gasped at the sensation.

“Hey! Get your hands off her. What do you think you’re doing?”

It’s not too early for Santa
Saturday, December 1st, 2012

He was hot last year. He’s hotter this year. A delightful story from delightful Cerise Deland. Come nibble her cherries. 

Susanna Corrigan believes in Santa Claus. Always did. So a Christmas-time flight to Alaska for a one night stand with a man especially chosen for her is a perfect gift. Fun and great sex with Mr. Right Now fits her bill for no strings, no commitments.

Then hunky Gil Santana laughs with her, buys her dinner and takes her ballroom dancing. She’s enchanted–but scared.

What will it cost her to make Gil Mr. Right Forever?


Gil Santana promised himself one more lap before he treated himself to lunch and for a chaser, a snifter of Armagnac. He extended his arm in the pool, ready to push off once more, but his eyes snagged on movement at the far doors. His gaze glued to the perfect vision who walked through them and his mouth fell open.
 Through the ladies’ spa entrance came a female who took his breath away. The way she walked. Like a queen. The way she pushed back her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and rubbed her hands together in glee like a kid eager to jump in the creek on a hot summer day. She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman he’d seen here at the resort or in fact, anywhere.


 Even in Hollywood.


Excerpt:

Hey, Santana, that is the plan, man. You’re here to find a woman who isn’t like the aggressive types in Los Angeles. So what if this one strikes you as….


Luscious.

He blinked. She strolled to a lounge chair and inched out of her flip-flops.


Five-five or so. Red hair. Lush, wavy hair the color of merlot. Never-from-a-bottle, intoxicating red hair. Oval face. Dark eyes. Damn! What color?

She looked around. Didn’t spot him, thank goodness. Then she smiled to herself. Padded over to the shallow end, stuck her toes in the water, and grinned.


He swallowed hard and didn’t make a move. He wanted to enjoy her. She shook back her hair and pulled at the bottom of her suit. Snapped it beneath the crease of her gorgeous, firm ass and took the steps down slowly into the water. She was quite incredibly lovely.


Quite incredibly built.

Madre Mia. With breasts. Half moons. Nipples pebbled beneath the white spandex of her conservative, one-piece suit. Hips like God should give all women. And thighs. Trim. Knees. Cute. Long, long, long legs.


Down boy. His cock did not obey. And Gil had to agree with the big guy. This woman was worth the salute.


Stop it, Santana. You act like a drooling teenager.

Yeah, but, wow, did he hope she was his for this 1Night Stand thing.


How could she be?

Yeah, true.


She looks exactly like the type you don’t want. She looks like a wannabe movie star who’ll do anything to get a part. Including wearing a sign, Casting Couches R Us.

He’d written his request on his questionnaire. No actresses. In Hollywood for nearly ten years, he had left tinsel town last fall for Oregon and a post as a professor in a college fine arts department. If the day job was fulfilling, teaching kids about the history of cinema, he got as big a kick from his “night” job putting together his own independent film company. And he had decided to apply at 1Night Stand for a night of pleasure on a recommendation from a scriptwriter. The man had done one and not only had a great time with the woman they chose for him, but continued the relationship after their fun-filled night.


Gil frowned. He didn’t hope for happily-ever-after. He was perhaps too jaded for that. But he did believe it was possible to have a brief affair and value it for what it was. Short. Hot. Creative. And memorable.


Then something hit him right between the eyes.




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Meet Cerise Deland

What’s a gal to do if she hails from D.C., lives now deep in the heart of Texas, travels often everywhere, and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?

Ah.

She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places. And for readers who crave spies, pirates, bodyguards and gutsy women of all periods, then she is the author they crave for smoldering erotic encounters and captivating love affairs!

Her name? Cerise DeLand.

What’s more is that Cerise is the award-winning author of 18 print novels of mystery, mainstream and romance with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books have been best sellers and Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody Book clubs.

Busy lady. Happy writer

The Next Big Thing
Wednesday, November 28th, 2012

The next big thing

When my friend Marjorie Brody tagged me to be part of this blog I jumped at the chance to do something with her. Marjorie and I have been friends since I first joined SARA (San Antonio Romance Authors) in 2004. (Wow! That’s a lotta years!).

I have been so privileged to be part of her writing process, to be in the critique group that saw elegant ideas turn into exciting novels.

The writing journey is a long and difficult one, filled with frustration and self-doubts, and so many times we sit at our computers and wonder why we put ourselves through this torture. I am happy to say Marjorie never quit, and this spring TWISTED, a psychological thriller, will be released this spring. I promise you it will grab you from the first page and never let go. Mark your calendars so you don’t miss it. April 2013. I highly recommend this book to everyone.

The Next Big Thing: NAILED

Where did the idea come from for the book?

Both my son and son-in-law are in the construction business and my daughter is in real estate. She’s always talking about the hunks walking around with their tool belts and their egos, but she also talks about the business side of it, the money details, the contracts, all the little nitty gritty stuff most people don’t think about it. I thought it would be great to do a series about three brothers, each of whom has a specialty—business, architecture and engineering. Nailed is about Tyler McMann, the engineer looking for a soul mate.

What genre does your book fall under? 

Nailed is an erotic romance focusing on the complexities of a BDSM relationship. So many people misunderstand what it’s all about and they particularly overlook the key ingredient that makes it work—trust. I wanted people to understand it’s about a lot more than sex. It’s about really connecting emotionally.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? 

Wow. Well, the heroine, in her persona as Flame, is a willowy exotic redhead with green cat’s eyes so either Bryce Dallas Howard The Help) or Julianne Moore (Magnolia). Dakota Fanning looks like Sarah’s eighteen-year-old confidant. I’d love to have Thure Reifenstein of Dark Blue World. He’s Tyler McMann come to life.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? 

Tyler McMann wants a permanent relationship with the perfect sub, but Flame is hiding secrets the restrict their relationship to one hour at a time.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? 

Neither. It’s  being released by Ellora’s Cave who took a chance on my six years ago. It’s been a truly happy marriage since then.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? 

Nailed is a novella, so three weeks for the first draft then another to revise, fix, revise. I write about six hours a day so the words come pretty fast. 

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? 

I like to think I have the same emotional punch and impact as Joey Hill, especially her Natural Law and Knights of the Boardroomseries.  Cherise Sinclair is another author who is outstanding in this genre. And of course, Sylvia Day with her new series.

Who or what inspired you to write this book? 

I have to say Joey Hill first inspired me not only to write erotic romance but to explore the world of BDSM. She write truly the most emotional, the most beautiful erotic love stories on the market today. Her books are the ones that made me understand the complexities of such relationships and why they are so intense and long-lasting.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? 

I hope people will be interested‑curious‑enough to test the waters of erotic romance, if they haven’t already, and the world of BDSM. It’s a misunderstood lifestyle and I think people will be really surprised if they take a chance on reading about it.

Thank you for reading about my NEXT BIG THING. Please check out Marjorie Brody and read about her next big think, am amazing psychological thriller titled Twisted.

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Tuesday, November 27th, 2012

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Return to Delight

Harley June Baker left Delight thinking never to return, but when circumstances draw her back to this tiny town and straight into Cooper’s strong arms, she knows she’s in deep trouble. The man she’d loved and left behind is now one sexy devil-in-denim and hotter than a Texas summer night. With his every wicked touch throwing her senses into overdrive, how could any sane woman resist?

Cooper Dobbs is a man on a mission. He let Harley get away once, but never again. Knowing it’s time to burn up some sheets with the delectable woman, Cooper plies her with a raw, savage passion that threatens to incinerate them both. It’s gonna take plenty of panty-drenching sex and a fair amount of sweet-talkin’ to make Harley his, but Cooper reckons he’s up to the challenge.

Return of the Daredevil  

Scrumptious scoundrel. Daredevil T Dobbs, the sexiest cowboy to ever walk the streets of Delight, Texas, headed out of town, taking Melanie Honeycutt’s heart with him. But now he’s back and hotter than ever. Trust him? Her head says no but her body has other ideas.

Stubborn woman. She was the girl T never forgot and the woman he yearns for in the deepest part of his heart. But what’s a man to do when she doesn’t believe he’s home for good? T knows his way around dangerous curves, and Mel’s are hot enough to burn a man. He figures it’ll take a slow hand and some downright smokin’-hot sex to melt her reserve but he’s definitely up for the challenge.

Title holders need not apply
Sunday, November 18th, 2012

And why not? We find out with today’s guest, Sorcha Mowbray. Hi, Sorcha. Welcome. So tell us, can love really be redeemed? In the second book of The Market Series, Love Redeemed, I tell the story of two non-titled people. Granted it is not a below stairs romance, he is a wealthy textiles importer and she is a high-class prostitute, but neither has a title nor do they come from titled lineage. Brennan Whitling is a self-made man who has built his business from the ground up. He has worked hard to establish himself and continues to do so. While wealthy, he is still susceptible to fluctuations in business. Serena Freemont is the daughter of a prostitute. Since her mother worked in a bawdy house, her father could have been anyone from a drunken sailor in port for a few hours to a member of the peerage. But, nobody knows. A survivor, she made her way into one of the better brothels and was soon discovered by Madame Marchander who offered her a position at The Market. Brennan and Serena meet by chance in the equalizing arena of a public street. This venue allows certain preconceived notions to take hold and cause problems later. It is the lack of any title that makes the whole relationship possible. Not to say it would be easy for either of them, but it is far more realistic than if Brennan had been a peer. Personally, I love a historical romance with a Lord and Lady. But, I also enjoy untitled scenarios, too. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever read a below stairs romance. I’ve seen Lords chasing maids and Ladies seducing footmen, but no real below stairs romance. ( I really wanted to put action there, but I kept giggling.) I have read a few that centered on non-titled main characters…there was a good one with an actress and the owner of a gaming hell. I think it was by Jane Feather, maybe? What I like about this scenario is the lack of restrictions on the commoners. Though still bound to some degree by society’s strictures, they often have much greater leeway. Strangely, in a below stairs romance they characters may have even more restrictions on them than titled characters. They must live up to the expectations of their employers a well as contending with the strict hierarchy of the servants’ household. It would be a challenge, for me, to write a romance within those confines with any credibility or success. Got any recommendations? It doesn’t have to be an erotic romance either! Just a well written below stairs or commoner romance. Website | Twitter | Facebook | Pintrest | GoodReads | Kindlegraph Love Redeemed Blog Tour & Giveaway: At each stop of the blog tour I will give away a copy of Love Revealed (Book 1) of the series. At the end of the 11 day tour a grand prize of a $25 All Romance eBook (ARe) store gift card and one copy of my back list will be given away to one lucky winner. Rules (Cause you know there have to be rules!) 1. Winners of the individual blog stops will not be eligible to win the grand prize 2. One comment per stop will be eligible for the drawings (so be sure to answer my questions!) 3. The contest is open internationally 4. Commenters must include an email so they can be contacted 5. Any prize not claimed within 48hrs will be subject to forfeiture and a new winner drawn Love Redeemed (Book 2, The Market Series) Brennan Whitling wants for nothing but the love of a good woman. He has a close family, good friends, and a successful textiles import business. But, a beautiful and elusive young woman he has only seen from afar haunts him. Until a chance meeting leads to far more than dinner. Serena Freemont has only ever known the life of a prostitute. When an invitation to dinner by a handsome gentleman provides her an opportunity to experience life as a young lady, it’s too tempting to pass up. Much like the man issuing it. After a night of passion she must disappear or face his reaction when the truth is revealed. To find happiness Serena must shed her past long enough to realize she is worthy of a future. To win her heart, Brennan must show her the redemptive power of love. Excerpt: “Are you all right, Miss?” For a moment, for this moment, she was a normal young woman experiencing the attentions of a handsome young man. Heat crept up her cheeks as he held her hatbox out, and the burning had nothing to do with the sun. “I-I— Yes, I am. Thank you.” His blue-gray eyes seemed to bore into her. “I am so glad. I was sure you were a goner there for a moment.” He flashed a brilliant grin liquefying Serena’s insides instantly. “Please let me introduce myself. I’m Mr. Brennan Whitling of Whitling Textiles Importers and Wholesalers.” “How do you do, Mr. Whitling?” Serena allowed her lips to curve up ever so slightly. “I am Miss Serena Freemont.” “It is a pleasure. Might I interest you and your”—he glanced around the bustling street as his grin faded in confusion— “chaperone in a cup of tea?” A wave of horror swept over Serena. Chaperone? Harlots did not require one of those. “Oh, Aunt Henrietta is in the bookstore, and I fear she will be in there a very long time. I am certain she won’t notice if we slip off for a quick spot of tea.” “Excellent! There is a lovely little shop just up the street.” A beautiful smile spread across his face, causing her pulse to quicken. He escorted her up the block where they stopped at a quaint little teashop. They settled in at a table and ordered a pot of tea. “What has you on Bond Street today, Mr. Whitling?” They sat in semi privacy at the back of the shop. “Oh, I was visiting some of my customers and taking new orders. I am very glad I was there to help you, and by virtue of said assistance make your acquaintance.” Did his already deep voice grow huskier? Their tea service arrived, dispelling the moment. “As am I. Landing on my backside in the middle of the street would have been rather embarrassing. But in truth, thank you for your assistance today, and now the tea.” She lifted her freshly prepared cup to her lips and took a dainty sip from the delicate china. Through lowered lashes, she watched his graceful movements as he prepared his own. “It is my pleasure on both accounts. You seem familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before? A ball perhaps?” So who is Sorcha Mowbray? Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband. She is a long time lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too! To join in all the rest of the fun on this blog tour click here: http://sorchamowbray.com/events/love-redeemed-blog-tour/