Happy Monday, romance readers! Today's book moment comes direct from the fantasy, fairy tale romance, Snow Maiden. This scene shows the growing attraction between Nika and King Vasilli of the Northern Kingdom. Enjoy!
When she came back, Nika dressed the man’s wound, packing it with the poultice they already had available then wrapping it tightly. Every other man that had wounds from the night before she saw to until there were no more wounded left.
Lena had gone to get more water again, though now there was no need. With nothing left to do, Nika started to straighten the area.
“Another has need of your tender ministrations, mistress.”
Vasilli’s familiar voice carried to her over the space. She turned away from rolling bandages to look toward the door and nearly gasped.
Vasilli stood in the door frame. Both of his forearms rested on either side of the entrance, his light blue eyes twinkling.
“A-and, who might this forgotten soul be, your highness?” Nika asked.
“Just me,” Vasilli said.
“Oh, yes, y-your highness,” she faltered over the word, “your arm, of course.”
Nika was suddenly all thumbs in his presence. She fumbled around for clean cloths and water. Vasilli’s eyes stayed on her the whole time, she could feel them and it sent a warm ripple up her spine. He wore an amused smile when she looked up at him and she knew that she blushed bright pink.
“Sit, please, my lord,” she said, glancing at the one stool in the building that was little more than a stable for men. Probably it was only used for their gear or to keep out of the weather when they weren’t honing their skills on the field.
He moved to comply in the tight area, but when he passed by her, there was barely any space between them. He paused in front of her and Nika’s eyes met his broad chest in its leather breastplate. Made to protect the wearer, it was thick but fit tightly over every hard plane of his torso and outlined his muscles in a way that Nika couldn’t pull her eyes away from. Vasilli touched her then, briefly, in passing. He grabbed both of her elbows with his fingers. It was only for a second. It meant nothing. He was only trying to move by her, she told herself. But the small pressure of his touch made Nika’s heart pound against her ribs.
Then he sat and she could breathe again, which she did in one deep, head-clearing pull through her nose. She thought she caught a glimpse of a movement from him, but when she looked up, he was sitting in the chair as she’d asked like a young boy aiming to please.
Nika drew her brows together and frowned. This made Vasilli laugh.
“Well,” he said, “aren’t you going to fix me?”
Nika couldn’t help but smile when his was so infectious. She liked the way his eyes crinkled up at the sides when he was happy. Setting the bowl of water down on a stool, she moved closer to him.
“Let’s see then,” she motioned at his shirt, “it’s your arm isn’t it?”
Vasilli nodded. He kept his eyes on her as he untied his breastplate then slipped it over his head. Nika watched with rapt attention as his fingers that had touched her just moments ago loosened the lacings of his tunic at the top of his chest. She didn’t know why she hadn’t been more prepared for the idea that he would have to remove his shirt. His wound was up high on his upper arm. Of course it would have to come off. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, tense as he moved.
He lifted the garment up and off then, just like that, was half naked before her. Nika felt like she was frozen in place. She’d looked at him while he was ill and been fascinated, but this was not the same. His skin was smooth and pale gold in color. It stretched over taut muscle that rippled and bunched as he moved. Every breath he took made the lines of his body dance. The sight mesmerized her. She’d felt his strength every time he’d lifted her or as she’d leaned against him in the circle of his arms on the ride to Northland, but seeing him like this… it was too much.
His light brown nipples hardened in the chill air of the shed and she felt her eyes go round as she stared at them.
“Nika,” his voice said, so low it was near to a growl. She started and looked up. “It is cold in here… if you wouldn’t mind.”
His tone was stern but his lips held a smile. Her fluster obviously entertained him. She blew out a breath then hurried to dip the cloth strips into the bowl of water. Her movements were jerky as she wrung them out and turned to him. Vasilli’s chest and shoulders rocked, the muscles bouncing with his laughter. She bit her lip as she shoved the cloth toward his arm.
Vasilli’s other hand shot up to grasp her wrist, a hairsbreadth away from touching him. She looked at him with round eyes.
“Why so alarmed little doe?” He traced the underside of her wrist with his thumb. “Have you never seen a man’s chest before?”
Her eyes went straight from his to that part of him. He was so much harder than her there. It made the soft areas of her body feel all the softer.
She shook her head no in answer to his question. She hadn’t, not besides him the other night when she’d been frantic to heal him. In the daylight, now that he was hale again, the sight he made was a completely different thing altogether.
He moved her hand closer to him until her palm rested on his chest. Through the cloth, she felt how warm he was despite the chill in the air. The bottom of her hand grazed his nipple and both of her own tightened under her shift in response. Pulling her hand up, she glanced at him. He watched her through hooded eyes, seeming to marvel at her every reaction. Nika gave her head a small shake then reclaimed her hand and set to the task of cleaning his cut.
“There, it is clean,” she said when she was done, then grabbed the jar of salve that Lena had brought with them earlier. With her fingertips, she spread some of the concoction on Vasilli’s arm then wrapped a length of clean cloth around his bicep though it no longer bled.
“It should be good as new very soon y-your highness.”
“Thank you,” Vasilli said as he shrugged back into his shirt.
She smiled in answer, relieved that he was dressed again. It did little to ease the riot of sensations that now coursed through her, but at least she could catch her breath.
“You are welcome, my lord.”
Her eyes were downcast. She looked at the ground, uneasy under his penetrating stare. But then he brought his hand up under her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze.
“You are good at this,” he said, eyeing his arm then her again. He was so close to her she could feel the heat from his breath.
“My grandmother taught me,” she explained, “she was the healer in our village.”
Vasilli nodded like he was trying to understand things about her.
“The fairies,” he said, “the women from the forest, they said you had mentioned her. Does she need you there?”
His pale blue eyes searched her face.
Nika looked down again. Pressing her lips together, she shook her head.
“She is gone now,” she said. “No one needs me there.”
His thumb ran along the fine bone of her jaw then feathered across her lips. She remembered how he’d kissed her the day before, on the stallion’s back. The thought made her lips tingle under his touch. She pressed forward on her toes toward him.
Would he kiss her again?
She wet her lips in anticipation. He made a deep sound low in his throat as he pulled her closer. What could she possibly be thinking? A million thoughts flashed through her head. He was a king, of a failing kingdom yes, but a king still. She was a lowly peasant girl run out of her own village.
She leaned into him as he drew her closer, even as she thought that she should leave, run from this place. No good could come of this. But as his lips neared hers, his scent intoxicated her—pine and fresh mountain snow. That warm feeling danced up her backbone again. It radiated into her chest, thawing the ice of her soul as it went. He stepped into her and, suddenly, she could feel every hard part of his body pressing against her front. His lashes lowered, long and dark against his skin as he dipped down to touch his lips to hers.
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A commoner and the outcast of her village, Nika is forced to flee her home to keep the dark secret of her birth. When she is hunted by a rugged Northman, she finds herself lost in a land of enchantment and curses. His kisses start to melt her cold, lonely heart, her secrets are laid bare and she finds herself in a magic war for the man and the kingdom she loves.
King of a cursed winter kingdom...when Vasilli first lays eyes on Nika stealing bread at a fair, he knows he has to have the fair haired beauty. The legends surrounding his kingdom tell of a snow maiden who will break the curse of the Northern Kingdom but he wants Nika for his own.
Mages and sorceresses, omens and curses - this spellbinding winter romance is a tale of magic in an ancient land and legendary love to heat up even the coldest winter night.
18 and up, contains sex, adult language and some violence. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Happy Monday, everyone! This week I wanted to share a romantic little book moment from the free novella I have available here on this website. Pearl of the moon is a compilation of all the ancient Atlantis scenes from Moontide, book 1 in the Tides of Atlantis series. I've added many more scenes of King Gadeiros and Aureliaura and what all went on back in the day that you didn't get to see in Moontide in Pearl of the Moon. If you haven't read Moontide, Pearl is a great way to get some background on a lot of the characters you'll see in the modern day era the Tides of Atlantis books are set in when you do. If you've already read Moontide, it will be fun to go back and get this insider look at what went on in the kingdom of Gades before the great destruction of Atlantis.
This little scene shows Gadeiros and Aura in the king's hidden grove away from the prying eyes of the gods. (*keep in mind, this exact location turns up again for a really hot, romantic scene later in Ronan and Cindy's book)
The princess and the king alighted in a grove of trees. Aureliaura blinked her eyes at the sudden change in locations. She looked all around, then up at the one who’d brought her. Stolen her rather, and to what end? She didn’t know.
She wasn’t a fearful girl, however. Her disposition more freely given to curiosity than to fretfulness and, just then, the king looked more shocked by what he’d done than intent on violence. He released her hand as if it had burned him.
Aura walked away from him, into the center of the grove, letting the sunlight that dappled the area fall soft on her skin. She reached one hand up toward the light, drawing it into her palm until her whole arm glowed from the borrowed rays.
Gadeiros shifted and her focus went back to him. His mouth worked as the bones of his jaw moved, shaping the strong lines of his face. He was very handsome she decided. His eyes stood out against skin that had been bronzed by the sun. They pierced through the space, bluer than diamond, but not as gray as feldspar. They were defined by a ring of thick, black lashes. He probably used no kohl to deflect the sun’s rays she thought. He didn’t need it.
“The sun is hotter in your realm than mine,” she said to break the silence.
His gaze locked on her fingers as they bounced a ball of sunlight between them. She dropped her hand and his eyes came up.
“Is it?” He asked.
She smiled by way of an answer and the space around them softened. Encouraged, Aura ventured further.
“Yes, Emania is a cooler world than this one.”
“I’ve heard little of the place, I confess. I know nothing of the sky realms at all,” he said. “I am a little surprised to find that Poseidon has been able to make friends there.”
Aura shrugged, continuing her study of the trees. It hadn’t been very long that she’d known about the pact between her father and Poseidon. She considered herself fortunate to be given to such a beautiful place in betrothal… and to such a handsome man. Intense as King Gadeiros was, the whim of youth made it all too easy for her to find the brooding warrior intriguing rather than frightening. She wondered what more lay beneath the surface of both kingdom and king.
“I know not the details of their acquaintance,” she rejoined, “only that my father hopes that our marriage will bring certainty to the Tides and keep the worlds in balance, Anax.”
“Gadeiros please, when we are alone, princess.”
She gave him a small smile.
“And are we alone?”
“Assuredly,” he answered, “this space here by the falls is one of many secluded spots on Gades. I have it shielded with Atlantean crystals. Even the gods cannot see us here.”
His voice was hard with confidence and housed the barest note of a threat. Aura started a little at the change, her eyes going wide.
“My father won’t like that. You should take me back.” She kept her voice light. The way one would when speaking to a predator they didn’t want to provoke.
Gadeiros moved into the sun-filled space where she stood. Reaching forward, he touched the crest of her cheek, then stroked a golden curl at her temple all the way down to where it fell on her breast. He twisted it softly, watching its color change in the sun. Aura took in a shaky breath, but it wasn’t fear that made her shudder.
“I don’t think I will,” he said.
Releasing her hair, he skimmed the backs of his fingers down the center of her breast, over the hard peak there and Aura’s breath caught. No man had ever touched her thus. His hand kept travelling. He watched the small jerks of her body with an unreadable expression. All the way down it went, over her ribcage, past the dip in her waist until he found her hand and clasped it. Finally, the hardness in his eyes relented.
“If you are to be my queen, you should know all you can about the lands I rule. I can show you more without an assembly, unless you do not wish to explore. I assure you that you are well protected with me, princess.”
Aura slanted him an assessing look. She wasn’t so certain of that.
He’d been angry back in the temple, but now he did not seem so. His touch delighted her body. Still, he was a frightening figure. His warrior’s heart lay just beneath the surface of his royal exterior. She wondered exactly what kind of man he was. Of course she’d heard the stories of his conquests and his demigod status, but not much else. He was pleasing to the eye, this son of Poseidon, but all too often, a beautiful face hid a wicked heart.
His chest was bare to her view—golden skinned and heavily muscled in the manner of a man who spent much of his time on the battlefield. He wore gold and onyx neck plating with a black crystal ankh in the center. His head was free of elaborate headdress save a thin gold and black jeweled band that circled his forehead. His dark black hair hung thick and straight to his shoulders underneath it. Both his hair and skin were oiled, as was custom for a visit to temple. The scent of body-warmed sandalwood filled her nostrils, making her lightheaded.
She brought her head up to meet his stare. Inches below his eyes, his mouth twitched turning up in the barest hint of a smile. Aura realized he’d been watching her study him and hadn’t said a word the whole time.
The sight of his lips stirred things inside of her that her maiden’s burgeoning awareness had yet to bring to life. She reached out to retrace the path that her eyes had taken with her fingers, but her hand stopped in mid-air.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist. She jerked her head up. His eyes had been changed by his smile, warming from their normal stone to something more liquid. She swayed toward him, might have fallen into his chest, but his grip on her tightened. She righted herself just as he pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed the sensitive undersides of her fingers.
Her eyes drifted closed. It was as though she could feel his lips everywhere on her body all at once. She could sense the curving of his smile and opened her eyes just as he brought her hand down between them.
Probably nothing on this island presented her with more danger, that she might need protecting from, than him. He would take her back to her parents if she asked him, of that she was sure, but alone as they were and as thrilling as this place and its king were, she didn’t want to go, not yet.
“Show me Gades,” she said.
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Pearl of the Moon
King Gadeiros of Atlantis, son of Poseidon and a seasoned warrior - his only concerns are for his pursuits in battle and winning more land and riches for his kingdom. He has no interest in marriage whatsoever but when his father god, Poseidon, arranges a bride for him his world is turned upside down. Infuriated, he whisks his would be bride away from the temple, intent on showing the gods and the known world that he is king in Gades and no one will dictate his future.
Aureliaura is a princess of Emania, shining and golden and with a strong control over the moon and the tides. She seems the perfect pawn in Poseidon's game of power but when the princess manages to capture the king of Gades' heart the instant he sets eyes on her the question of who holds the most power is up in the air.
Can Gadeiros thwart Poseidon and, in fact, all the gods in their bid for power by winning the maiden's love?
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Happy Friday! Just a heads up - King of the Tides is FREE today on Amazon! Grab your copy of book 3 in the Tides of Atlantis series and "Slip into the Tides" this weekend.
Attacked by the demons –
– that threaten Earth’s Realm, secret agent Marlowe Casey is in a fight for her life. As poisonous demon venom seeps into her veins, Adam Atlas takes her underground. When things go from bad to worse, the immortal Atlantean does the unthinkable, something forbidden by the gods, to save her.
Now she’s alive, but she’s on everyone’s hit list, Poseidon’s, the demons’… even the cartels’! She has powers she never could have imagined. The only problem is, they’re coming from the wrong team.
She needs a power greater than she’s ever known to make things right again. She needs…
… the King of the Tides.
18+ Adult urban fantasy paranormal romance. Contains explicit scenes, sex, violence and adult language, if such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Tides of Atlantis Series Teaser
Mankind and the gods alike have grown complacent and the restless forces of the Underworld are coming out to play. They will not stop until their thirst for vengeance is satisfied and all worlds have returned to pre-time chaos.
Ten lost kings—sons of Poseidon, rulers of a condemned land, are our last hope... if they can be found. Cursed by the gods after the fall of Atlantis, the kings have passed into anonymity with no memory of who they are. Forces both good and evil are hunting them. Poseidon needs them to win the war for the universe. Evil is bent on their destruction.
Happy Wine & Books Wednesday! I have a very exciting pairing for you today. This week's lovely wine / book couple are brought to you by Author Miri Stone's shifter novel, Pyro, Pyro, Burning Bright, and Indie wine maker Scott Kelley's amazing pinot gris. If you love originality, adventure and fantasy, you won't be disappointed with this dynamic duo. Grab up your copy of Stone's debut novel today, pour yourself a glass of pinot gris and prepare to be swept away. Happy Wine Wednesday, reader friends, and happy reading!
*Scott Kelley Pinot Gris can be found in the Naked Wines indie winemaker's Angel series.
FROM THE ASHES, EVEN THE MONSTERS CAN BE REBORN.
Mackenzie wakes up, naked, in front of a burning apartment with amnesia and a voice in her head telling her to run. But when she takes refuge in a small mountain town, the fire beckons. The voice in her head has a disturbing psychic connection to the flames. And yet, she can’t seem to stay away from Ryan, the local Fire Chief and bear shifter alpha.
Too bad it’s a terrible idea to date a fireman when you’re harboring an inner pyro...
Ryan is on the hunt for the arsonist who’s stalking his town. Yet, he can’t get his mind off Mackenzie, the sassy new barista who pours lattes like a dream. When she keeps turning up at increasingly dangerous call-outs, he has to decide…
Is his mate the arsonist or merely a soul swept up in the flames?
Their sexual charge is through the roof. But their lives, and the lives of everyone they love, are set to combust if they don’t work out the true identity of the arsonist. Because he has a dark vendetta of his own. One that will not be denied.
PYRO, PYRO, BURNING BRIGHT is the first book in a suspense-filled, paranormal shifter romance series. If you like kick-ass female main characters, sexy bear shifters, troubled villains, sizzling romances, and high-stakes adventures packed with mystery then you’ll love Miri Stone’s PHOENIX CREW series.
This is a full length novel (133k words) and written for mature audiences (18+ only please!) It includes explicit sex scenes, frequent cussing, psychic magical powers and hot growly alpha males bumping up against sassy heroines who can hold their own.
From my review:
Great paranormal romance (my favorite kind) read! The eerie mysteries surrounding Mackenzie’s character drew me in from the start and, all the way through, I just couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. I’m usually a little on the fence as far as shifter romances go, but Stone packed this novel full of amazing, richly developed characters that I connected with right away (to the point that I’m hoping a bunch of them show up in future books.) Not to mention all the smokin hot chemistry between Mackenzie and a certain fire chief bear shifter. Whew, my kindle is still sizzling! Can’t wait to read more about the Phoenix crew. Would recommend to paranormal romance readers that love hot shifters.
Happy Wine and Books Wednesday, everybody. Our favorite day of the week! This week's pairing is brought to you by Sebastiani Vineyards and Winery's Chardonnay and Author Frost Kay's dark fairy tale, The Hunt. And what a beautiful pair these two make. If you love your fantasy romance with a rich, flavorful chard on the side then look no further. Pour yourself a glass of Sebastiani, find your favorite reading spot and settle in for fairy tale adventure. Happy reading!
Death marked her from her very first breath.
Being sired by a Madrid is supposed to be a blessing, but for Tempest, it's a curse that leaves her orphaned, penniless, and enslaved to a blood thirsty crown on the brink of war.
Found too unruly to become a ward of the court, she's thrust into the care of the King's Hounds - the assassins and warriors responsible for protecting the kingdom. Driven by rage and an oath to avenge her mother's memory, Tempest throws herself into training.
But becoming the first ever female assassin isn't enough. Now, she must obtain the heart of her kingdom's most feared enemy - the jester - a deadly shapeshifter hidden in a land twisted by myth and darkness.
Revenge is never easy or cheap. Tempest is willing to sacrifice everything to see justice served. Even her own soul and freedom.
Enter the world of the Twisted Kingdoms at your own risk where monsters wear pretty masks, good and evil are at war, and fairy tales don't exist. If you love fiery heroines, sexy villains, enemies-to-lovers romance, pulse-pounding action, mafia undertones, and dark fairy tales, you need to discover the new series readers are comparing to Holly Blacks's Cruel Prince and Leigh Bardugo's Six of Crows.
Happy Monday! I hope your week is getting off to a great start. Here's a dreamy little book moment from Crystal Tide to get your day going. This scene finds Kay in what she thinks is a hallucination brought on by a psychic's meddling. She's swept away to an ancient time, landing in the palace of King Amphere who believes her to be a present sent to him from the gods. Never mind that he happens to look an awful lot like her sexy captor, the damnable Xieran who's accused her of being a spy! Read on for a moment of romance.
Amphere’s eyes flicked around the space then came back to her. She sank further down into the pillows. He really did smile then... and moved closer, swallowing up the bare distance between them.
“It’s just a resting place,” he said, his voice low and silky.
“A resting place?”
“A place to rest,” he kneeled down on the floor, his strong thighs, golden and naked, parted the sides of his garment. His eyes swept the length of her, making her skin prickle all over.
“… among other things.”
Kay’s eyes widened.
His chest was so broad. All of the muscles on his torso and arms gleamed in the torchlight. Sweaty, she thought trying to bring up an appropriate amount of disgust. Dirty. Think dirty she told herself. All that did was bring to mind more lascivious thoughts. Sweat on him looked good. Salty. She licked her lips.
“Uh… I-I’m not tired,” she said.
His head dropped down. He looked up at her through his thick, dark lashes.
“That’s good. Neither am I.”
There you have it! Your Monday Moment in Romance. For more moments with Kay, Xieran and... ahem... King Amphere, pick up a copy of Crystal Tide today.
Desires and Passion are brewing in the Tides - as unexpected as a hurricane and as old as an ancient land.
“That’s the funny thing about will…sometimes your own bumps up against that of another’s.” ~Xieran Amphere, Crystal Tide
Devastated by the loss of both parents and running scared after a break-in at her home, Kay Laurens jumps on the first plane out of Denver heading south to Miami. There she meets up with, of all people, a love psychic for answers. On the tip of the Bermuda Triangle, she is swept up into the dark world of an ancient cult and sent on the ride of her life. Then her incense induced visions come to life in the form of an inter-world travelling, suspicious and sinfully hot immortal agent for Mt. Olympus.
Xieran has no memory of who he was before being stolen by Hermes. The Greek god uses him to enter Earth's sphere under the guise of an affluent art dealer in search of an elusive artifact which, if he can find, will win him his freedom. When his latest mission is brought up short by a female grad student breaking into his complex travel system, he can’t help but be suspicious. It makes no difference that he finds her more and more irresistible with each encounter. With demon outbreaks, nefarious characters working in the Underworld and a power struggle of epic proportions going on, no one can be trusted.
As they are thrown into the Tides together, Kay and Xieran set out on a whirlwind adventure, racing through the streets of Rome, Miami and even Western Australia to chase down the answers that will win them their freedom from the overbearing gods. Will they come to terms with destiny and conquer the evil taking over the Tides, or will they succumb to the passion growing between them?
18+ This book contains some sex violence and adult language. If such things offend you, please don't buy this book.
Happy Wine / Book Wednesday! Today's pairing is brought to you by Author, Eve Kasey's Touched by love from the Her Hands series and Imagery Chardonnay. These two make a dynamic duo that I know you are going to love. Grab up a copy of this charming contemporary romance and fill your glass with some delectable Imagery Chard for the perfect reading experience!
One night, everything they want.
When you lose your parents and get surprised with the psychic "gift" of learning an object's history through touch, you start to wish life were simpler. Predictable. Nora's senior year of college is anything but. As she struggles to get used to a new place, a meddling grandmother, and a boss who wants her to move on, she also finds herself getting too close to Liam Walker, the gorgeous professor who blew onto campus like a tempest.
Liam had to get out of LA fast. That's how he ended up teaching in Tacoma, Washington - the land of rain and recycling. He just wants to rebuild his life, realize a childhood dream of a Leonardo da Vinci exhibition, and ignore how drawn he is to the student in the back row of his Renaissance Art class. Every look, every touch, every conversation tells Liam that Nora Merano is everything he's ever wanted when he shouldn't want anything at all.
The attraction between them can't be denied. They make a deal: one night, everything they want. The night turns out to be too much and not enough. Liam is too unpredictable for the quiet life Nora craves. Nora doesn't fight for anything, including what Liam feels between them. Will Nora and Liam stay firmly on their separate paths or will they allow themselves to be Touched by Love?
Note: This steamy contemporary romance (with a hint of historical!) can be read as a standalone in the Her Hands series and offers a guaranteed happily ever after.
From my review:
An addictive reading experience. I loved the couple—Nora and Liam. The tension between them was perfect and I had the best time watching them work through everything keeping them apart. Nora was intensely likeable and Liam was absolutely dreamy. The secondary romance added to the suspense and I liked how it gave us the chance to fully delve into Nora’s gift—something that showed up in the first book in this series. Very well done! Would recommend to readers who love contemporary romance with unforgettable characters.
Good morning, lovely readers! Happy Monday. About that... Monday I mean, I thought I might try something new here on the blog to start the week off right. Here is a special "Monday Moment" from my book, Moontide. Short and sweet, just a little teaser scene packed with a yummy bit of romance featuring one of my favorite couples--Ronan and Cindy. In this scene, we get a peek at the lost island of Atlantis that Ronan calls home. Even surrounded by the extraordinary beauty of a magical island though, all Cindy can think about is the man who brought her.
Moontide, Tides of Atlantis book 1
“So what do you think cara?” He asked ambiguously.
What did she think? She thought she’d like the taste of his skin on her tongue!
His eyes twinkled. She swore he could read her mind.
“Of the island,” he prodded.
“Oh,” Cindy said shaking her head to clear it, “right, it’s incredible.”
Her eyes wandered to his pecs, hard and bare where his shirt gaped open, then back up to his face. She cleared her throat.
“I-is it like this all over, the whole place I mean?”
Ronan shook his head, keeping his gaze on her.
“No, it has many different terrains, many lovely spots, and many dangerous ones as well,” he reached up to stroke the side of her cheek. She got the feeling they weren’t just talking about the island. “This is one of my favorite places. I come here to be alone.”
“I can see how this would make a nice little hide out.”
The tight area buzzed with desire. It made every cell in Cindy’s body strain with anticipation, waiting for his touch. A bird called out, startling her as it flew overhead and she looked up. Without warning, Ronan pulled her to him, claiming her lips again. Her mouth met his eagerly, hungrily… finally!
She’d been tense with waiting, had wanted him ever since they’d kissed in the cave behind the waterfall… and back in Miami on the beach, and in her hotel room, and at the lighthouse. She figured she was pretty much a powder keg of lust by now.
She pushed both of her hands against his chest and a low sound came from deep within him. Then he lifted himself up and brought her underneath him all in one movement. Cindy shivered.
He’d been throwing kinks in all of her best laid plans since the moment she’d first set eyes on him. She’d had no control over anything since he’d stalked out of that rock wall two nights ago, not even in her dreams.
As they kissed, something warm and liquid flowed through her. His tongue plunged into the recesses of her mouth, bringing on a flood of need that made every part of her thrum with heightened sensitivity. The rough pads of his fingers caressed her neck then her chest and she shivered again.
He pulled up just enough to focus on her face.
“Are you cold, cara?”
He didn’t wait for her answer before covering her body with his own then he seared her with another kiss that left her feeling anything but cold. In fact, everywhere they touched she burned. She drove her fingers into his hair and wriggled underneath him trying to get… what? More contact… less? She didn’t know, but she needed something to quell the ache that was building inside of her.
There you have it--your "Monday Moment." If you'd like to read about all of Ronan and Cindy's moments, pick up a copy of Moontide on Amazon!
Upon A Moonswept Tide…
Trapped in time…Ronan Garring is a man of action; a ship captain who has sailed the seas from Europe to the Caribbean…in the seventeenth century. When he is tricked by a sea nymph, he is sent to a deserted island in Poseidon’s realm to serve the gods for all time. On a mission to modern day Miami, he finds his earth home crawling with underworld evil and is waylaid by an enchanting human woman who seems to stall his attempts at completing his quest at every turn. He can’t be sure if she is an entirely innocent wrecking ball or the agent of a more sinister force. Against all his good intentions, he finds himself continually, albeit pleasantly, entangled with her both in this world and beyond.
Searching…for a friend whose gone missing, Cindy Pierce left the Rocky Mountains for the beaches of Miami to try to make sense of, what looks to be, a hopeless case. As the trail grows cold, she stumbles into an intriguing dark stranger and is literally knocked flat. Fierce and intense as he is, towering over her and exuding old world masculinity, she can’t help her body’s immediate response to him. When she finds herself being chased across the southern tip of Miami and into the Florida Keys by the handsome foreigner however, she’s convinced he’s not only psychotic but intent on doing her harm. Once she finds herself in his arms again though, her attraction to him can’t be denied and neither can the fact that he may be the only one who can save her from the dark forces at work on the beach.
18+ This book contains some intimate scenes and adult situations. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Tides of Atlantis Series
Mankind and the gods alike have grown complacent and the restless forces of the underworld that have been simmering beneath the surface are coming out to play. They will not stop until their thirst for vengeance is satisfied and all worlds have returned to yawning pre-time chaos.
Ten lost kings ─ sons of Poseidon─ and rulers of a condemned land are our last hope…if only they can be found. Cursed by the gods after the fall of Atlantis, the kings have passed into anonymity with no memory of who they are. Forces of both good and evil are hunting them. Poseidon needs them to win the war for the universe. Evil is bent on their destruction.
Join the race to find the kings in Amanda V. Shane’s new Tides of Atlantis series and help them to discover their soul mates, the women who will win their lost hearts and help them fulfill their destiny!
It's Wine and Books Wednesday again! This week, I have another fabulous "stay home and read" pair for you. Author Melanie A. Smith's Never Date A Doctor and indie wine maker, Stefano Di Blasi's Sicillia Zibibbo Catarratto 2018. That's a mouthful! But one you're sure to enjoy. Never Date a doctor is another great contemporary romance by Smith and your reading experience will only be enhanced by this fresh, crisp wine. In a word--delicious! Grab up your copy of Never Date A Doctor today and pour yourself a glass. Happy Wine / Book Wednesday, everybody and happy reading!
Some lessons are more fun when learned the hard way...
What's the first rule of nurse's club? That's right: Never date a doctor. Which Sasha Suvorin has no intention of doing anyway, since she's a nurse at Rutherford Hospital by day and working on her master's degree by night. Who has time for dating, much less dating someone you work with? Bad idea much?
That is, until the sexy British Dr. Caleb Thompson starts at her hospital. It also doesn't help that he's exactly her type with his dark hair, blue eyes, and rockin' bod. Or that he's not your typical arrogant and bossy surgeon. But Sasha isn't so easily convinced, and she soon discovers Dr. Hottie has a past that puts a stop to whatever she might have been feeling before anything ever starts between them.
Unfortunately, working together means facing temptation. Every. Single. Day. Is Sasha strong enough to resist what might just be the perfect man? And if she gives in, will Cal's past stay in the past? Sasha may be used to playing it safe, but life has a way of teaching its lessons ... one way or another.
From my review:
What a fun book! Great hospital setting with lots of steamy tension and hot romance between nurse Sasha and ‘the doctor with the accent’ (swoon), Cal. This is a quick read that delivers on all my favorite romance themes and adds in what Ms. Smith is known for—suspense. I definitely recommend to anyone who loves hospital setting romances.
What a fun book! Great hospital setting with lots of steamy tension and hot romance between nurse Sasha and ‘the doctor with the accent’ (swoon), Cal. This is a quick read that delivers on all my favorite romance themes and adds in what Ms. Smith is known for—suspense. I definitely recommend to anyone who loves hospital setting romances.
It's that day again! Time for books and wine, two of our favorite things here on the blog. This Wine Wednesday, I have a super hot pair for you, both direct from my home state. One of my favorite authors, best seller Pamela Clare, brings us another terrific adventure romance with Slow Burn, the second book in her Colorado High Country series. I'm loving these novels set in the Colorado mountains and featuring the hottest rescue team you'll ever find. Slow Burn pairs perfectly with this absolutely beautiful Savignon Blanc from Colorado's own Grande River Vineyards. I found this lovely bottle at a "Wine in the Pines" event last fall and took a picture for the blog right there on the spot (my husband's arm is even in the background, lol). Between Clare, a Colorado author, Slow Burn and Grande River, this post is filled with all kinds of love for my home state and I want you join in on the experience. Grab up a copy of the book, fill your glass with some crisp, delicious Grande River Sav Blanc and slip away on your very own Rocky Mountain adventure.
Happy Wine Wednesday, everyone and, as always, happy reading!
Victoria Woodley is done with men. Fresh off a dating nightmare, she flies from her home in Chicago to Scarlet Springs to take part in her best friend’s wedding. Who picks her up at the airport? Eric Hawke. Of course. She made a fool of herself over him last time she was here. He’s cocky, charming, and sexy as sin. But the fact that she’s attracted to him is all the proof she needs that he’s bad news. She would ignore him if she could. But he’s the best man, and she’s the maid of honor. She can’t just tell him to jump in a lake—especially not when her lips are locked with his.
Eric isn’t looking for a relationship. Between running the firehouse and volunteering for the county’s search and rescue team, he has enough on his plate. He doesn’t need to get tangled up with a woman from the big city, especially one whose idea of roughing it is going without designer coffee. Yet from the moment he looks into Victoria’s big brown eyes, the attraction he feels is too strong to deny. Faster than he can imagine, the spark of desire that has smoldered between them since the first day they met will flare into full-blown passion.
But can Eric convince Victoria to set aside her doubts and trust him with her heart before their time together runs out?
About the Author
Amanda V Shane is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance and is currently working on her Tides of Atlantis series about the super hot lost kings of Atlantis as well as her Enchanted Lands Romances.