Hi friends! We’ve got Vivian Arend with us today, and instead of it being her birthday, it’s mine! … Well, in a few days. But in ALBTALBS world we all know time is fluid. (*coughs* definitely it has nothing to do with my own scheduling issues or needs… >.>) Anyway, come join us! She’s even got all the giveaway stuff covered, so just check it out – and COMMENT. BE LOUD. And remember, there are tons of other giveaways going on too! Remember to check them out, comment, and win!
I’m so excited to help Limecello celebrate her birthday. *blows noise makers*
I’m Vivian Arend, New York Times Bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. I love writing about sexy cowboys and other blue collar heroes, as well as wolf and bear shifters searching for their fated mates.
On July 18th, I’ll be releasing the final book in my popular Six Pack Ranch series, all about the Coleman family in Alberta, Canada. Rocky Mountain Home features Jesse Coleman, one of the younger brothers of the Six Pack Ranch Coleman boys. Readers of the series have been waiting for Jesse’s story since he first appeared in Rocky Mountain Heat. (Which is currently free for kindle!)Continue reading →
It’s March. It’s March and I just can’t handle this! I need a pause button, wherein I can make everyone else pause and I try to catch up. Like … reverse Sleeping Beauty. 😛 (I’m probably messing that up, aren’t I?) Anyway, it was Vivian Arend‘s birthday yesterday! And she’s our “special guest” of the month! Whee! (Also exciting, she’s one of the few who didn’t opt for the “interview.” Smart. 😉 Viv took the time out of her special day to send us this post, so I hope you chime in – and wish her a happy belated! <3
Back in senior high, one of the requirements for my Grade Twelve English was to complete a ‘major study project’. With limited interest in doing standard research, but a strong creative streak, I came up with what I thought was a fabulous solution. I proposed re-writing part of Edmund Spenser’s Faerie Queene into modern English.
It was a far more ambitious task than I’d anticipated, but something happened while I puzzled out the ancient syntax into modern terms. I fell in love with storytelling.
The words were interesting, but the pictures those words painted were more important. Shifting Spenser’s phrases into current day lingo allowed my friends to experience the wonder of the story.
Words can be beautiful. Author voices can make me smile and wish I had their skill with words, but in the end, the prettiest phrases become meaningless if they don’t tell the story.
And now, in a lighter twist, I find myself once again forced to interpret confusing words. Not olde English, but my own. See, I picked up a dictation program to help take the load off my wrists. The program works wonderfully, except when it doesn’t.
If I’m paying attention, I stop as I work and fix mistakes. Only when I’m really rolling, I don’t want to interrupt the flow, and then I end up going back over scenes a couple days later. And that’s when I have to figure out what the heck I was talking about.
Just like with Spenser, scene context can help. Thats how I knew “Beowulf and the bear” was supposed to be “a wolf and a bear”. And– “Long strands of spun gold, fresh from Russell stills skins wheel…” is also easy to parse.
But what about “Disparities in mind at all claim little height go seek”?
Seriously? I had to have been following the authors’ creed of “Write Drunk…” to come up with that one. Only now as I hit the “…edit sober” section of the command, nothing made sense.
I eventually figured it out, but it was an exciting task.
So…what do you think it means? That mysterious phrase of mine? I’ll give you the following hints: this is found in a paranormal story. The hero is a grizzly bear shifter. The heroine, a shy back bear shifter.
I have a print copy of Black Gold (book 1 Takhini Wolves) for the person who gets the closest, or makes me laugh the hardest with their guess.
A few months ago I was looking at future ALBTALBS scheduling, and I saw March 2nd was free. I then thought “hey I know something…” so being mischievous I poked at Viv and Maisey and was like “HEY! It’s your birthday ON THE SAME DAY!” And they were both like “huh, so it is!” Then I was all MAJOR BIRTHDAY BASH! Being good sports, they responded with “let’s do it!” So here we are. Everyone wish Maisey and Vivian an awesomely wonderful birthday!
Serendipity: a “happy accident” or “pleasant surprise”; specifically, the accident of finding something good or useful while not specifically searching for it.**
Used in a sentence: It’s very serendipitous to discover that Maisey Yates and Vivian Arend share a birthday.
~~~**~~~ It is easy to understand this discovery is a ‘happy accident” and a “pleasant surprise”. Maisey and Viv are friends as well as writers who face each day armed with their trusty computers and a plethora of ideas, and in the end they create stories.
How is this good? Well. Between them they have 25 (Maisey’s books number, not all released yet) + 30 (Viv’s book number) which equals a whole of stories to make you smile, laugh, cry or shake your fist in the air when appropriate.
How is this useful? Well…. Since we’re talking about birthdays, there are usually presents involved. So how about some presents for this post?
—–birthday word association, Maisey and Viv style—–
PRESENTS: HARLEQUIN! (well, I mean, come on…I write Presents!)
Wax…burn…sexy burn…kinky stuff…oh wait, is there an echo in here? We’ll just stop at the kinky stuff then, and find Viv’s newest release, out this coming Tuesday, March 5, High Risk
ICE CREAM: Abs? Any of Maisey’s books.
In Viv’s house they have ice cream every Friday. Friday night is also pizza night. Pizzas are round. Knobs are round. You turn knobs. The Turner Twins are two books by Viv!!! Turn It Up and Turn It On.
Viv: So Maisey, I just have to point out that you seem to have a bit of an obsession with abs. Not that there’s anything wrong with it per say, but… 😀
Maisey: it’s probably because I don’t have them…. Honestly though, you can eat birthday cake off a plate, but wouldn’t you rather eat it off abs?
BIRTHDAY BASH PARTY PRIZES
Leave a birthday wish and be entered to win one of six ebooks. Three winners names picked for Viv, three for Maisey:
Sounds good, right? I’ll start off the birthday wishes – may you both have a fabulous day with good food, good company, lots of fun, cocktails (virgin if you prefer!), cake, and sculpted abs to use as a plate for your ice cream. 😉
Ack! Can you believe January is almost over?! On Thursday ALL THE WINNERS get posted. But let’s focus on today, which holds a fabulous excerpt from author Vivian Arend who is a total lifesaver rock star! Whee!
Granite Lake Wolves, Book 6
Cat got your tongue?
Tessa Williams is looking to make her mark outside the family business, and the unusual landlocked paddle wheeler she spots in Haines, Alaska, strikes her as the perfect location. Only the owner is being difficult, refusing to sell. Still, she’s sure that replacing her written queries with a little in-person charm is all she’ll need to shortly have her Eco-tour B&B on the road to success.
Local wolf-slash-owner of said vessel, Mark Weaver, isn’t hanging on to the landmark building out of spite. There are more reasons for holding back the sale than are easily explained on paper. A face-to-face meeting to resolve the matter only confounds it—when Mark recognizes Tessa as his mate.
But she’s a cat…and cats don’t do insta-mates.
The sexual attraction between them isn’t in question, just everything else. He wants her. She wants twue wuv. His wolf can’t figure out what the holdup is. Her cat thinks the entire situation, and the pack, are rather amusing.
Somewhere in here is the beginning of a beautiful relationship—if they don’t drive each other mad.
Warning: One hyper cat, one laid-back wolf. Inappropriate use of permanent markers, and a heaping side dish of cat/dog jokes. Shenanigans (read: nookie) in front of a roaring fire. Spiced liberally with sarcasm. Enjoy!
Soft, sweet-smelling woman in his lap, a plan in place for the future. While he hated that she’d said no to being mates right now, Mark couldn’t fault her for anything else.
Only if they didn’t move, he was going to have a tough time not acting on his wolf’s urgings and stripping her down and taking her right there in his office.
A loud bark rang from the doorway, and they both turned to face his Gramps, who had shifted to his wolf and now paced around the chair they occupied.
Tessa stiffened. “Oops?”
“Don’t worry. He’s a wolf. He knows what’s going on. Well, most of it.” Mark leaned over and waved. “You heading back to the lodge?”
His Gramps dipped his chin, yipped a couple times. His final howl echoed off the walls as he headed out the door and left them alone.
“He said it was great meeting you, and he hopes to see you soon.” Mark refrained from interpreting the rest of the old man’s comments to Tessa. She didn’t need to know what else his grandfather had suggested.
Then again, she was a shifter. She probably knew.
Tessa leaned away until her arms were fully stretched out. “So. Now what?”
“Now we get you settled.” Mark couldn’t wait to have her things in his place. Their scents mixing together, as well as a visible sign of them as a couple. “After that you can tell me what you’ve got in mind for the other floors, and I’ll do some preliminary drafts so we can get started on renovations.”
She tilted her head. “You are a most interesting person. Does nothing faze you? I mean, I tossed a lot at you today, and yet you seem so calm and relaxed. How do you do that?”
Tessa smiled. “I’d noticed that as well.”
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek before crawling off his lap and tugging him upward. “I think your plan is awesome. And thank you. I’d far prefer to live here than at some hotel. We can have all kinds of fun together as we work on the project.”
Fun. Oh goody. “Sounds great.” He forced out the words. Really? Fun?
She took off down the stairs like she was jet propelled. Mark followed more leisurely. If she was happy running at high RPM, who was he to try to change her?
Although, when he opened the front door and discovered she’d already returned with an armload of luggage, he wondered. “How do you move so fast?”
She sparkled at him. “Good genes, I guess.”
Mark snorted. “You want everything inside?”
Tessa nodded. “You sure I should put my things in your bedroom? I could…clean up one of the rooms on—”
A snarl escaped without warning, and her cat eyes blinked rapidly as she stepped away.
Drat. “So much for my calm. Tessa, don’t push the wolf, okay? Not now. Yes, my bedroom. Even suggesting anything else pisses him off.”
“Sure. I can do that.”
Poof. She was gone again. Up the stairs with only the swirl of her scent lingering on the air to torment him.
Mark went for another load, wondering how long it would take for his dual personalities of shifter/human to have a major breakdown.
He unloaded everything, carrying it into the main entrance before locking up and taking the first stack all the way upstairs. Rounding the corner into his bedroom, his heart was already racing at the idea of finding her in there. His mate, part of his future…as soon as he discovered more about her.
She wasn’t there.
Neither was she in the bathroom or the living room or the kitchen. He’d just about given up when a flash of blonde hair drew his attention to the balcony.
She sat on the railing, happily kicking her feet as she stared over the ocean.
His heart rate tripled. Mark opened the outside door cautiously, making sure he didn’t spook her. It was a long, long way down if she fell.
“Tessa?” He spoke softly. “What are you doing?”
She twisted her head to flash him a brilliant smile. “Sunset colours are so pretty tonight. Come…” She patted the spot next to her. “Watch with me.”
He strolled over, leaned on the railing and casually slipped his arm around her waist to make sure he had her anchored. Only then did he start to breathe again. “Very pretty sunsets from here.”
“We’ll set up drinks and snacks in the evening for the B&B guests. They can sit here and talk about how wonderful their day was, and then new people will want to go on the same trips, and it’ll work in a circle. More happy visitors coming all the time.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed contentedly.
“I think this is the first time since we met you haven’t been moving at a breakneck pace,” Mark pointed out. The sensation of her in his arms was so right. He dragged in breath after breath of her scent in an attempt to satisfy his need.
A yawn escaped, and she stretched, teetering precariously toward the wrong side of the railing. “Sunsets do that to me. Soporific effect? Is that right?”
He stepped behind her and caught hold of her tighter. “If that means you’re ready to curl up in front of the fire, I’m good with it.”
“I like fires.” Her voice slipped into lower, sleepy tones that tickled along his spine and promised slumbering kitty within minutes.
Then she sent him into near panic mode as she twirled in his grasp, her arms around his neck the only thing stopping her from tumbling to the ground many feet below them.
You can read an additional excerpt here and buy a copy here.
So what’d you think? 😀 Have you read any of the previous books in the series? Are paranormal romances or shifters your thing? Incidentally, this book is out on February 12th! Double bonus awesome sneak peek!
I know right? We just can’t get rid of her. 😉 Yes, she’s almost becoming a regular, isn’t she? Welcome Vivian Arend back, you guys! And stick with us – she’s got quite the giveaway going on today! 😀
Nothing can strike fear into my heart these days like the dreaded ‘what do you want for supper?’ question. It’s usually asked at eight a.m., and how in the world should I know then what I’ll want for dinner?
See, when I was in charge of the cooking, life was much simpler. Sometimes I made a menu plan—usually I did have at least a basic idea of what would be served throughout the week based on fridge/freezer contents. By the end of the week I knew I had to use up the broccoli before it sprouted pretty yellow flowers, and that there was leftover rice to make pudding, or jambalaya, or…whatever.
But when it was around three p.m. I would start thinking about what I –really- wanted to eat. And the lasagna I’d considered briefly that morning could get bumped in favour of the creamy mushroom soup that I simply had to have because my taste buds were screaming for it.
Flavours matter. Not just in food, but in books.
Some times I like the salty angst of a contemporary that makes me cry. Sometimes the extra spicy of a—well spicy book. And then there’s the sweet…
As an author who dabbles in writing a lot of genres, my Granite Lake Wolves are the sticky, fun part of my work. Not to say I don’t enjoy the cowboys, or the other contemporaries, because I do. But writing the light-hearted wolfies just makes me grin.
Every time I slow in my writing I get to ask myself ‘what twist can I throw at them now?’ and oh boy, the fridge and freezer seem to be full of all kinds of lovely things that fit my taste buds.
June 12, 2012, book 5 in the series releases. Wolf Line continues the tradition of low-angst, high-humour. A short respite from the realities of the world, with ingredients from the shelf like cruise ship, mistaken identities, mating fever and fancy jewelry.
For the moments when you want a touch of something more dessert-like.
RT Book Reviews: Reading Arend is like traversing the rainforest: You’ll be drenched and basking in the glow. Wolf Line is brimming with adventure, sopping in steam and bursting with life. Arend doesn’t overplay her hand delivering humor and romance, making this an entertaining read.
Into the best-laid plans a little chaos must fall…
Jared’s not sure how his quiet morning coffee near the harbour ended with him on a cruise ship impersonating one of his pack mates. Well, it might have something to do with a woman, but who can blame him? The female of the species was made to love, and he’s more than willing to share his considerable skills in that area. Especially since he figures the chances of meeting his own one-and-only are slim.
Keri Smith is positive the last-minute recruit sneaking aboard the Arctic Wolf Cruise Lines tour is her mate. Ix-nay on confirming that, though, at least for the next ten days. She’s promised her best friend to be overall troubleshooter for the shifter-only cruise. Getting tangled up in mating lust would reduce her skills to nil. Avoidance of the sexy wolf for the duration of the cruise, followed by jumping his bones, seems the logical solution.
But when libidos are on the line, “logic” and “wolves” don’t go together. Throw in suspicions of wrongdoing, and these two virtual strangers will need a lot more than luck to find their way through to forever.
Warning: Really? You need to be warned about the hot nookie and sarcasm? Yeah, it’s in here. Also colourful cat shifters, lupine royalty, and wild adventures in cabins like you’ve never seen before.
Vivian Arend in one word: Adventurous. In a sentence: Willing to try just about anything once. That wide-eyed attitude has taken her around North America, through parts of Europe, and into Central and South America, often with no running water.
Her optimistic outlook also meant that when challenged to write a book, she gave it a shot, and discovered creating worlds to play in was nearly as addictive as traveling the real one. Now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both contemporary and paranormal stories, Vivian continues to explore, write and otherwise keep herself well entertained.
Ms. Arend is giving away five (5!) winner’s choice of ebooks 1-4 in the series, for you or a friend. She says, “ie if they have them all they can win and I’ll send the copy to their friend to enjoy.” Isn’t that nice? 🙂
‘Lo! As you can see we’ve got author Vivian Arend visiting with us today! Exciting stuff as she just hit the NYT and USA Today lists! Right?! So congratulations, and a warm welcome to her! She’s also offering us – well one of you a prize as well!
Writers have often been accused of being mean and cruel to their characters. I’ve seen moments on twitter or Facebook where an author gloats “Time to put Hero through the wringer…Brawhahahaah!” And yes, I guess I have had a few instances where I’ve done something similar.
But then again, I’m a wimp. I hate being mean, even to a character in a story. It’s been one of the things I’ve actually had to work on as I’ve written more books and longer works. In a novella things can turn over fairly quickly. In a novel there’s time for disasters to stew for a bit.
I still can’t help it. My first reaction when something “bad” happens to one of my characters is to want to give them a solution. Solve the problem and move on. I’ve had to make myself draw out the adversity, and not offer instant absolution or a miraculous cure.
It’s not always fun, but it’s far more realistic than sprinkling fairy dust on a story, and everything turning shiny in three seconds flat.
Rocky Mountain Desire starts with a hurting hero. During the past two books in the series, Matt has been put through the wringer. I think because he wasn’t the “featured hero”, I didn’t have as much trouble being mean to him. It’s as if what happens is enough on the periphery the tragedy unfolds without me trying to stop it. But now that Matt was centre stage?
I wanted to solve his problems, cuddle him close and drop him into his HEA. But I couldn’t. He had to work for it, just like anyone else.
Three times as I was writing this story I was ready to let him off the hook. Everything would be turning into rose-coloured happiness, and suddenly I’d stop dead. Matt and Hope would sigh, and I’d fuss for a few minutes, back up, and allow the disaster overtake them again. Because there were lessons that Matt, and Hope, the heroine, needed to learn.
Just because we’ve been hurt in the past it doesn’t mean we “deserve” a happily-ever-after, and it’s the same thing for Matt and Hope. While Matt might not have done anything to deserve being kicked around, he needed to take the steps to make sure that it wouldn’t ever happen again. That he realized what he was and wasn’t responsible for.
That he understood who he is, and what he really wanted from his life.
And sometimes it’s only working through the disasters and the pain that we can make the decisions that are right for us. Not based on imagination, not based on wishful thinking. Based on fact, and hard work, and real caring and love.
So, yes, I was a mean, cruel, rotten author to Matt and Hope, and yet in the end if they could talk to me? I think they would say the final result was worth fighting for. Love that will last because they know what it takes to make it stay.
I hope you enjoy their journey.
If you’d like to try a taste of the Six Pack Ranch, I have an ebook copy of winner’s choice—either book 1 in the series, Rocky Mountain Heat, or book 2, Rocky Mountain Haven. Leave a comment for your chance to win:
Matt Coleman always figured at this point in his life, he’d be settled down with a family. Since his ex split for the big city, though, no way will he give anyone else the chance to drop-kick his heart. Physical pleasure? Hell, yeah, he’ll take—and give—with gusto, but nothing more.
Hope Meridan is working long hours to hold on to her new quilt shop, going it alone since her sister/business partner ran off. Sex? Right, like she’s got the time. Not that she doesn’t have the occasional dirty fantasy about Matt. Fat chance he’d dream of knocking boots with her—the younger sister of the woman who dumped him. Nope, she’ll just have to settle for the F-word.
Friends would be far easier if there wasn’t something combustible going on between them. And when casual interest starts to grow into something more, their tenuous bond strengthens in the heat of desire. But it may not survive the hurricane-force arrival of the last person either of them ever wanted to see again…
Warning: Small-town rivals, men in pursuit and family meddling—in good and bad ways. Look for a cowboy who knows how to rope, ride and rein in a hell of a lot more than eight seconds of sheer bliss.
Hello again, friends! Can you believe it’s November already? O_o I can’t really… and yet here it is, with another monthly “Guest Author & A Giveaway” feature! As you can see, this month’s special guest is Vivian Arend! She’s here sharing a fun post about writerly stuff and her journey, and sharing a bit about her new books!
Also- because of this post… well you know I normally don’t interject in posts – but I couldn’t resist here!
Writing has been a whirlwind for me. Since the first day until now when I think of writing I think of three main things.
I started writing on a dare. Well, not true. I started because I had a friend who had challenged herself to participate in the Nanowrimo event—30 days to write 50K words [National Novel Writing Month]—and she’d decided she needed backup. She enticed me with the idea of weekly get-togethers with the rest of the crazies in our area who were trying it, Location? The local coffee shop that had the best treats and coffee anywhere. SOLD! I, of course, said I would love to hold her hand (drink coffee) and encourage her (eat brownies) in her adventure (not take care of my children for a few hours).
So for a month I wallowed in supporting and giving to my buddy. And a strange thing happened. I wrote not only on the weekends, but during the week. I started to enjoy visiting with these characters, and by the time the month was over, I had not only finished the book while encouraging my friend to do the same, I’d fallen in love with writing.
After that start, the friends continued. As critique partners, as cheer leaders as I submitted and sold more stories. All through the excitement, my writing world has been filled with friends.
The learning curve on any new job can be a bitch (can I say that word here?) [isn’t she so cute for asking, you guys? ;-)] And even though I was having fun (see point #3) this was a new job for me. I was spending hours a day writing. And then promoting. Researching, and filling in forms. OH THE FORMS!!! For a person who had never held a 9-5 before, this was craziness to the nth degree, and I loved every minute of it. Every time I turned around there was something new to learn. Setting up an Amazon author page. Making a book trailer. Sending in an ad for a print book. Planning and revising and edits…oh, funny story.
I had never used track changes before I got my first set of edits from my Samhain editor of awesomeness, Anne Scott. She explained that I had to leave it on and do XYZ…and I learned. Well, we were on our 11th book together before she realized that I didn’t know about the ‘next’ button to FIND the additions/comments she’d made. I was scrolling through by hand. Yeah, two years after starting I finally got that step right. And THEN, I did edits with a different editor at Samhain, and Jennifer asked me why I wasn’t accepting the inserts she’d done, like the million commas that I seem to miss every story. OH! There’s a button for me to do that as well? Yeah, I’m still learning…
The bottom line is that entire trip has been a trip. From me deciding spur of the moment to write a book for the anthology call at Samhain, having no idea what a cover letter should look like, to seeing the first cover art. To attending my first conference and having someone (OH LORDY, I LOVE YOU, WOMAN) say- “Yeah, Vivian. I know you! You wrote that book about the deaf werewolf!”
Heart stopping, cheek to cheek grinning fun. Writing great lines in a book. Opening the box of author copies of my first print book…I can go on and on and on. Because that’s what ends up motivating me. The letter from a reader who said I made them laugh out loud. The fellow author who blows me kisses on twitter. My daughter announcing she’s proud of me. (Thanks darling, and no, you still can’t read my books.)
So here I come to the point of having published over 20 books. This month my sixteenth ebook with Samhain releases—and it’s a special special occasion for all those three reasons all over again.
Rocky Mountain Heat was written with the help and encouragement of friends. It was friends/readers who liked it enough the first time out of the chute that I approached Samhain to see if they’d like to take over the series. I had to learn about reversion of rights, and removing books from sales sites. I had to figure out how to revise and expand a book by over 20K words and still keep the flow and the feel. And I had fun while I was doing it.
That’s how it should be. How I hope it always will be.
He’s the one who taught her to ride. Now all he wants is to ride her.
Blake Coleman is old enough to know that acting on impulse causes nothing but a heap of trouble. But when trouble’s a western-hat-wearing blonde with slim legs that go on forever, what’s a man to do? Wanting the sweet girl next door is just wrong. The responsible thing to do is keep his hands off.
Jaxi has other plans for Blake’s hands, and his heart. She may have once considered him a big brother, but that was a long time ago. She’s all grown up now and ready to convince him that she’s perfect for him. Except he can’t seem to see past the big “don’t touch” sign that’s apparently still hanging around her neck.
When Jaxi ends up living right under Blake’s nose, the undeniable heat between them slides off simmer and leaps up to barn-burning levels. However, a few of the younger six-pack Colemans have decided Jaxi’s brand of trouble is worth risking a few busted bones.
That is, if Blake’s finally ready to let go the reins and fight for what he wants…
Warning: Sexy cowboys seducing and being seduced in trucks, pool halls and barns. Droolworthy country charm, a little double-teaming, a few secrets and a whole lot of brothers to look forward to. Anyone wanna go for a ride?
What’d you think? Have you ever read anything by Ms. Arend before? Are you an author? If not, would you ever consider being one? Are you trying now? Got any questions for Vivian Arend? What do you think the “author journey” would be like?
And of course, as it’s the monthly feature, there’s a giveaway. Vivian Arend is crazy generous and is giving away four books today. Three e-books (electronic), and one print copy of Turn It On. Winner’s choice of Ms. Arend’s backlist for the ebooks. So – let me know if you want to be in the drawing for the print book, or one of the ebooks when you answer the questions. 😀 Winners will be drawn on Saturday.
Today we have three fabulous authors visiting with us! Jess Dee, Lexxie Couper, and Vivian Arend! They’ve got new releases coming up – and it’s a series of books that take place in the same location. They’re a lot of fun and the books they write are hot – as you’ll see when you read the excerpts. Shew! There’s also a fourth connected book that is available for free right now. That’s right – free. And I, being the kind soul that I am, have conveniently provided a link for you. 😉 But the point is to see what the ladies have to say, and they’ve provided excerpts for all of us to read!
You. On an island. A warm, tropical breeze tickles your skin as the sun kisses every inch of your exposed flesh. Waves lap gently over the snow-white beach while a gorgeous bartender serves you yet another mouth-watering daiquiri.
Luxury surrounds you.
Swim. Snorkel. Scuba. Hike. Stroll. Sunbathe. Relax. Read. Recline. Dance. Drink. Laugh. Be seduced. Be desired. Be.
Sound appealing? Then why not visit the brand new, five star luxury hotel, Bandicoot Cove on Bilby Island, just off the tropical coast of Queensland, Australia.
There’s something magical about the island. Perhaps it’s the sheer luxury of the resort. The escape from the daily grind of real life. Or maybe it’s all that intoxicating island air. Whatever it is, people tend to fall in love when they visit. And when they fall, it’s usually forever.
Now you can fall in love too. You see, the hotel is about to open its doors to the public, and in preparation for that big day, hotel manager, Kylie Sullivan is planning a soft opening. A trial run. A make-sure-everything-works-smoothly run.
You are invited to share in the magical moments of this special weekend. You may not be able to attend personally, but you can experience the magic of the Island through a brand new anthology by Jess Dee, Vivian Arend and Lexxie Couper called Bandicoot Cove.
Bandicoot Cove consists of three very hot novellas. (We’re talking steam-up-the- windows, wipe-me-down-with-ice hot.) Each novella is a contemporary, m-f-m ménage, and the books are being released through Samhain Publishing. Want to know the good
news? There’s a fourth book too. A short story that’s also a free read! And the short is a ménage a quattro, called Exotic Indulgence.
The four books stand alone, but the characters in all the stories know one another, so you’ll get the opportunity to meet the characters several times throughout all the books. If you’re going to read one anthology this season, make it’s one that’ll warm your heart…and your body!
We’ve included a little snippet from each novella just to whet your appetite.
Hope you enjoy them.
Fate is a wind that can change at the drop of a heart…
“Paige is cooking up a storm.”
Mason walked the length of the room with any hesitation, not stopping until he was pressed firmly against her.
“She always cooks up the most mouth-watering mischief.” He lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed her. A momentary buss on the lips, just enough for her to taste him, tease her senses. “What’s next on the menu? That’s what I want to know.”
He dipped his head again and took his time opening her lips to his caress. A series of small kisses along her jaw, a butterfly soft touch to the corner of her mouth. A tantalizing stroke of his tongue over her lower lip.
A low level of excitement and delight accompanied his teasing touch. She was totally surrounded, boxed in by two solid male torsos. Trent’s erection pressed hard into her right butt cheek, and the longer Mason kissed her, the more his interest rose as well. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him tight. Twisted her hips slightly, rubbing both of them, slow and deliberate. She might be encircled, but she still had a say in this adventure. It looked as if there was no need to prolong the wait for one of her favorite parts.
Being totally cared for by two men. Four hands bringing her delight, stroking and guiding her pleasure in ways she’d never dreamed possible before getting involved with them. Paige pulled her lips free and Mason leaned his forehead against hers. Trent’s fingers caressed her hip slowly. They both waited, patiently. Time paused, their three bodies slowly becoming more attuned to each other as their breathing synchronized. Her anticipation rose—there was some specific mischief she had in mind.
It takes more than a rock star to rock your world. Sometimes you need a friend.
His hands roamed her torso, up to her throat, back down to her hips. He squeezed her arse cheeks before raking one hand down the back of her thigh and tugging her leg up. She willingly obeyed his unspoken direction, wrapping her leg around his hip to grind her pussy up and down his still-constrained cock.
“I want to make love to you, Mack.” His breath was ragged, his eyes ablaze. “Right now.” He slipped one hand under the hemline of her shirt, his fingers brushing her bare flesh beneath.
She sucked in a swift gasp, the contact somehow more electric, more arousing than any she’d ever had before. Of course it is, McKenzie. This isn’t just anyone. This is Aidan. The guy’s had your heart in his pocket since you were kids. Even if you didn’t know it.
She whimpered, bringing her hand to his as she arched her back. She wanted him to touch her breasts. Not just touch them, but cup them, squeeze them. She wanted to feel the callused strength of his hands mold her soft flesh, hands skilled in extinguishing heat now on the verge of setting her on fire. She wanted to feel him possess her.
“Then what the hell are you waiting any longer for?” she asked, directing his hand up to her breast. Over it.
“Oh, God, McKenzie.” He moaned, his body stiffening as his fingers found her pleasure- swollen flesh.
He dragged his thumb over her rock-hard nipple, teasing it through the thin lace of her bra. It puckered harder to his touch, as if it too said, “Yes, why have you taken so long to do this?”
Her breaths grew shallow, more rapid with every stroke of his thumb pad. But it wasn’t enough. It was torture.
Like he always knew when she wanted popcorn at the movies, like he always knew when she needed chocolate, like he always always knew when she needed to hear his voice and called her from the fire station, now it seemed he knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
God, it was wonderful. More than wonderful. It was amazing. Sublime. It was…
Right. So goddamn right.
Adolescent fantasies can grow into very adult realities.
His long, slim fingers trailed ever so lightly against the sides of her breasts, making her nipples bead and her knees weaken.
“Have to touch you,” he said on another growl. His thumbs stroked her nipples over her dress, once, twice. And then again.
Dear God. It was too much, too exquisite. She groaned in his arms, writhing against him.
Laughter and chatter erupted in bursts mere meters away, and she tensed immediately. “Oh—”
He cut her off with a soothing, “Shhhh.”
The relative darkness might cloak them in privacy, but they still stood in the open where anyone could walk past. A thrill shot through her. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Please.”
Hot breaths of air tickled her neck and he moved his arm down until he found the hemline of her barely-there dress. His fingers slipped beneath it. Silver heat prickled her leg as his hand feathered over her skin.
She held her breath. Couldn’t exhale. Forgot how.
He brushed against her thong.
“Ah!” Her exclamation was a breathless gasp. If she’d been aroused before Josh arrived, she was a livewire now. “More,” she begged shamelessly, and widened her stance to give him easier entry. She needed his touch. Needed it more than she needed her next breath.
“Si,” he whispered, his voice rougher than she expected. But then her own voice had come out a good three tones lower than usual, the result of the carnal desire that held her transfixed. He thrust against her ass, pressing his erection into the cleft, her dress and his pants a sensual barrier she’d as soon weren’t there.
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