June 29, 2012

Q&A Interview with Jessica Lauryn


Q&A Interview with author Jessica Lauryn

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What is the worst thing you’ve written, how did you learn or know it was bad, and what did you learn from it?

The worst thing I’ve written…hehe. For the sake of time, let’s narrow this down to just one piece—the original version of Dangerous Proposal. Originally titled “Loveless Moon,” and later “Moonlight Path,” Dangerous Proposal was the first piece I wrote with the intention of getting published. It was also the one that gave me the most grief.

In the original draft of DP, I opened with Lena making her escape to North Conway, and being lured into the woods by the witch we later come to know as Seraphina Madera. Doesn’t sound so bad, considering this wound up becoming a great flashback later in the story. But I was having a very, very difficult time figuring out what should be the starting point. And I knew something was off when I started reading other romance novels by published authors on a regular basis. (No, I wasn’t doing it before then!) Once I started to read romance regularly, I got a much better feel for the order in which events should be taking place.

Why did you start writing and when did you decide to go professional?

I’ve always been writing in some form or another, ever since I was a kid. As a child, I would use dolls to act out the stories I made up. They “resided” in a fictitious place called “Dolltown,” similar to Genoa City on the Young and the Restless. Only, my characters never had sex. At least not then they didn’t…;)

Fast forward to college. With the opportunity to (finally!) choose some electives, I enrolled in creative writing in drama, and poetry. I didn’t get the chance to take a fiction course and I regret that to this day. But with the little bit of a background I gained from these courses and the knowledge I acquired with practice, I decided to join my peers in a critique group after graduation. With the choice to be writing whatever I wanted, I gravitated toward romance like a magnet and it wasn’t long after that I decided I wanted to get published and wasn’t stopping until I got there.

Do you read other author’s books when you’re writing? If so, do you read the same genre or something different?

I do as much reading as I can when I write, though writing is always my first priority. As far as genre goes, I will read any type of romance, not only the one I’m writing in. This way, I feel I have a chance to soak in the best of all worlds, inspiring me to write the best book I can.  

What is the most difficult part of the entire writing process for you? Queries, pitches, editing..etc.

Prior to being published, queries were the most difficult part for me. It all came down to a single piece of paper—a four paragraph letter that was going to determine the fate of my entire 350 page manuscript. In time, I learned that great writing shines through…even from the bottom of the slush pile!

Nowadays, it’s editing that seems to have my head in a spin. Particularly when I’m going at a piece I wrote years ago, where there is an especially large amount of “telling” at play. It may seem easier to start the entire piece over from scratch, going at it with a new pair of hands and eyes. But easier isn’t always better. Remember that in moments of frustration—we all have them, and they do eventually pass! ;)

Do you write in more than one genre? Which ones and which do you like the best?

As of yet, I’ve written only romantic suspense, but you’ll notice that I have a tendency to let a taste of sub-genre slip between the pages. My stories are not so much about occasional bloodshed as they about the romance, and consequently I sometimes classify them as “contemporary romance” versus “romantic suspense.” I don’t write historical, but I’ve been told my stories have a historical feel as well.

As for me, speaking as both a reader and a writer, I don’t really have a sub-genre preference, so long as the romance between hero and heroine takes center stage, and the hero’s web of seduction heats up the pages for hours to come ;)


Author Bio: At two years old, Jessica became a devoted fan of both listening to and reciting the books her parents would read to her at night. When she was a little older (about four), she sought a greater challenge in her life, and began making up stories of her own, acting them out with her dolls. “When the dolls got “boyfriends,” she says, “I knew I was getting too old for dolls!”

As a romance novelist and a reader alike, Jessica is most intrigued by dark heroes, who have many demons to conquer…but little trouble enticing female companions into their beds! She feels that the best romances are those where the hero is already seducing the heroine from that first point of contact. “Isn’t it the hero’s job to seduce?” she says with a grin.

Jessica loves to see the sparks fly when a stubborn, domineering hero crosses paths with a bold, feisty heroine, and uses the combination frequently in her stories.

When she’s is not writing, Jessica enjoys listening to as much80’s music as possible, watching the same re-runs of Smallville over and over, shopping for exceptionally unique cameos, and taking long walks in nature where she can daydream about anything romantic. Though she resides in Central New Jersey, her heart belongs to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.


Find her online: 
Website: www.jessicalauryn.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/romancebyjessicalauryn Linked In: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/jessica-lauryn/2a/9ba/761  Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/JessicaLauryn_ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5081732.Jessica_Lauryn Google: https://plus.google.com/u/0/117124426880360830802#117124426880360830802/posts


Blurb from Dangerous Ally:
For five lonely years, diamond smuggling kingpin Lucas Ramone has hidden himself from the world. With a father who has baited him all his life, made a game of trying to trip him up at every turn, Lucas will do whatever is necessary to protect what is rightfully his. What he isn’t prepared for is Lilah Benson…

Upon accepting a job in the home of her sister’s maniacal ex-fiancé, reporter Lilah Benson believes she has finally found the perfect way to make her mark on the world. Exposing the criminal endeavors of Lucas Ramone won’t soon be forgotten. But as she comes to know the man who was supposed to be her adversary, Lilah is tempted by a passion far stronger than the desire to see her name in print…


Power and control are tools of survival, critical in a world of thievery and deception. Lilah, an innocent in a land of criminals, may be the one person capable of bringing Lucas to his knees. But Lucas will stop at nothing to keep his empire secure.


He will have it all: His Fortune, His Legacy, and Lilah Benson in his bed…

June 28, 2012

Lucky's Charm has a release date!

I'm horrible at keeping secrets, so I'll be announcing the release date for Lucky's Charm tomorrow on my Facebook Page. So please stop by and join the party! https://www.facebook.com/JennNixonAuthor


June 26, 2012

Teaser Tuesday with Jessica Lauryn



Today's Teaser Tuesday is with author Jessica Lauryn.

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For ten agonizing years, Alec Westwood has been keeping a secret from the world. At nineteen, he nearly committed the most horrific of crimes—murder in cold blood—and narrowly escaped the assigned task with his life. When a stunning young woman crosses his path wearing the insignia for the underground organization that recruited him, he vows not to let fate get a second chance. But when the enchantress gives him a kiss that leaves him spellbound, Alec realizes the power she holds is greater than all his strength and fortitude combined…



On the run from her psychotic fiancé, Lena Benson vows to forge a new life, even if that means befriending a witch, and practicing the craft of the devil. But when her new friend Jack tells her to stay away from Alec Westwood, the man she believes her fiancé hired to track her down, and the handsome stranger she kissed in a tavern, Lena vows to take matters into her own hands. Alec may have the charm, but she’s calling the shots this time, even if that means resisting the man responsible for giving her the most intimate kiss of her life, a man who’s eyes and touch rob her, literally, of sense…







Excerpt:
She ought to go. She certainly wanted to. But the idea of walking alone in the woods with the man she’d been warned to stay away from seemed most unimaginable.
Lena looked at Alec. He was smiling softly, no longer criticizing. His eyes were full of intent. They suggested one thing. Come with me. And your desires will be fulfilled.
Anticipation consumed her. She reached for his hand. Excitement melted into warmth. Warmth became security. They began to walk together along the moonlit path.
She felt…safe. As if for the first time since she’d left Westchester, everything was going to be all right. No one could hurt her. Not when she was with Alec. Her skin tingled with warmth as he brushed his thumb across the surface of her hand.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I thought we were taking risks tonight,” he said with a grin. “You want to be surprised, don’t you?”
Her cheeks were flushing. She was grateful for the darkness that masked her anxious demeanor.
He smiled. “Don’t worry. I think you’re going to like this.”
She imagined she would, considering how much she had enjoyed everything he’d done so far. A part of her was still afraid, but a larger part wanted very much to know where he was taking her. Alec stroked her knuckles as they walked. The feeling was intoxicating, like sweet, dark chocolate. The longer he did it, the more it seemed this simple touch was no longer enough.
She was drawn from her thoughts as Alec stopped beside a bench. He took a red-and-blue-checkered picnic blanket and slung it over his shoulder.
“Is that yours?”
He shrugged. “I just thought you might want something to sit on. Some of us tend to”—he cleared his throat—“dress up a little more than others.”
Lena laughed. With his hand around hers, she was almost appreciating his wit. “I guess some of us do.”
He leaned in, his warm breath coming against her ear. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “It’s just past those trees. No peeking. I want you to be surprised.
“I promise I won’t peek.” She smiled and shut her eyes. A shiver shot up her spine when she realized he was kissing her cheek.
Lena took an uneasy breath as she walked forward, unable to see what was in front of her. Keeping her arms at her sides, Alec moved her in slow steps. She was taking quite a risk, allowing him to lead her along like this. He could do anything he wanted to her with her eyes closed like this. Oddly enough, the idea was more exciting than it was frightening.
Guiding her by the shoulders, he walked forward a few more paces. Then he stopped. “All right,” he said. “Open your eyes.
Lena did as she was told, looking out at the biggest, most beautiful lake she’d ever seen. It was vast in size, extending out as far as the trees that surrounded it. Moonlight shined against an uneven surface. Dark ripples glittered beneath a starlit sky.
She turned, looking up into two eyes as blue as the water. “It’s beautiful, Dr. Westwood.”
“Say my name, Lena,” he commanded softly. “I love the way it sounds when you say it.
Lena bit her lip. Once she did this, there was no going back. It would break the unspoken barrier between them. But how could she deny him anything when he was looking at her the way he was?
She suddenly became aware of Alec’s arousal pressing against her back. Her pulse quickened. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, tightening his hold on her.
She took a deep breath. “The lake is beautiful, Alec.”



Bio:
At two years old, Jessica became a devoted fan of both listening to and reciting the books her parents would read to her at night. When she was a little older (about four), she sought a greater challenge in her life, and began making up stories of her own, acting them out with her dolls. “When the dolls got “boyfriends,” she says, “I knew I was getting too old for dolls!”


As a romance novelist and a reader alike, Jessica is most intrigued by dark heroes, who have many demons to conquer…but little trouble enticing female companions into their beds! She feels that the best romances are those where the hero is already seducing the heroine from that first point of contact. “Isn’t it the hero’s job to seduce?” she says with a grin.


Jessica loves to see the sparks fly when a stubborn, domineering hero crosses paths with a bold, feisty heroine, and uses the combination frequently in her stories.


When she’s is not writing, Jessica enjoys listening to as much 80’s music as possible, watching the same re-runs of Smallville over and over, shopping for exceptionally unique cameos, and taking long walks in nature where she can daydream about anything romantic. Though she resides in Central New Jersey, her heart belongs to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.

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Goodreads:


Dangerous Proposal:  http://www.bookstrand.com/dangerous-proposal

June 22, 2012

Fun Facts Friday

I think I'm already running out of things people don't know about me. See, I'm not one of those hush-hush celebrities. Oh, wait, I'm not a celebrity! Ah, maybe one day.

Hope you enjoy round three of Fun Facts Friday!

#1 I love being barefoot! It may also be the reason I don't have many shoes.Yes, girls, it's true, I do not have a shoe collection nor have I ever owned more than 10 pairs of shoes at a time. I do have a couple cools pairs of shoes and boots, and a pair of sneakers....


#2 I was once a semi-finalist in a regional Karaoke contest. Before I became a writer, I wanted to be a singer. I'm pretty good, not the best, but I enjoy it. Anyway, the day of the big competition, I messed up my words because I got there late and couldn't practice and the version I sang was different than the one I was used to singing. :-(

#3 My favorite number is three.

#4 I snort when I laugh really hard. My brother told me to tell you this one, but...it is true. I've noticed that people have different levels of laughter. There can be up to 5 different levels. When I snort, it's level 4. Level 5 makes me sound like a little giggle machine. Sorta like Anderson Cooper:

#5 I traveled to Scotland and England all by my lonesome in 2001. I love every single minute of it, and hope I get to go back one day soon with a stop off in Wales and Ireland too. I love looking at old architecture, especially castles. I took some awesome pictures too! 

June 21, 2012

What's in a name?

Well, I hope you know my name. Would be kinda weird if you didn't considering it's all over the blog...

But what's my full name? Jennifer Lynn Nixon

First, let's address the Jennifer part. While I love my mother to pieces, she didn't do me any favors naming me Jennifer.

In 1974.

With the middle name of Lynn.

It was the most popular name of the year and a few before and after too. I know this to be a fact because I went to school with a bunch of Jennifers. (The main reason why I changed from boring Jen to cool awesome Jenn in 9th grade. LOL) To make things even weirder, my mother is Pat. You can image the conversations she had!

Anyway, it wasn't until I started school that I realized I had a famous last name. Sure, if everyone looks deep enough I'm sure they can find a famous person with the same last name, possibly the same whole name, but in the late 70's early 80's Nixon was still on everyone's mind. You see, he was a President. He had some issues, and well, what better way to find out more about it than to ask some 6 year old kid if they are related to the President?

I had no idea who Richard Nixon really was until probably 10 years old. To be honest, I didn't care. I gave everyone the same response that was given to me. "Not sure, we might be related."

In my mid teens, you know that time in your life when you lie about everything, well,  I told some people that I was related to Richard Nixon way down the line on a cousin side. In all honesty, it still may be true, but I just did it to feel special, or maybe to impress people if they seemed like they were a fan of Nixon back then.


As a telemarketer, I used my last name often to get people's attention. It totally worked. All I needed was a moment of conversation and by the end, I sold you some damn newspapers.

After a while, it got annoying answering all the "Are you related?" questions, luckily, it mostly stopped after Richard Nixon passed away in 1994.

And you want to know another weird thing? I NEVER had to spell my name to anyone before say, 1997. I'd say Nixon, like the president, and everyone would know. But then as the 2000's crept closer and all the younger kids started working at stores and supermarkets, I actually had to start spelling my name. One chick actually spelled my name Nickson. I mean, I get it, but really? I've never seen that name before. LOL

I sometimes wish he was still alive because then people would be searching him on google more and find me because guess what? I'm ABOVE him on the search listing!  HAHAHA, GO ME NIXON!

I like being Jenn Nixon now. I'm  used to after 38 years. I've decided I'm going to keep it. 


How about you? Love your name, hate it? Tell me!




June 19, 2012

Teaser Tuesday with Terri Talley Venters



Today's Teaser is from  Terry Talley Ventures, author of Carbon Copy


Lilly Allen has brains, beauty, and a trust fund. She's living in New York City and her career as a reporter is taking off. She's hoping the love of her life, Grier, will propose soon. She has it all, or so she thinks.

Grier Garrison, Create Life executive, is running the company while his father, Dr. Michael Garrison, is in the ICU awaiting a heart transplant. Grier knows the truth about Create Life and its shady side business. He fears Lilly and her twin brother, Luke, are in danger.

While working on two unrelated stories, stolen newborns and cloning, Lilly discovers a shocking connection. Horrific things are happening, but who is behind it all?


Excerpt:


“Aahh. Ooh, yeah! It feels so good,” Lilly said to the young girl who gave her a pedicure at a nearby resort.
The spa resided at the fanciest resort in Marathon Key. And it proved simply divine. Lilly’s robed figure reclined on a massage chair. She programmed the chair to full-body, vibrate mode. Her feet soaked in the miniature whirlpool bath filled with scented moisturizers. The aromatherapy relaxed her while the micro beads exfoliated the dead skin off her feet.
Wearing heels caused calluses, which now built up on Lilly’s feet. The effect seemed exacerbated by the wonderful fashion style of not wearing pantyhose.
Lilly sat in front of a window overlooking the blue-green water of the Gulf of Mexico, or did she see the Atlantic Ocean? Who cared, the view was marvelous. The clear blue sky, calm water, and miles of open sea provided much needed serenity. Even more fortuitous, Mother, who enjoyed her pedicure in the massage chair right next to Lilly, remained silent.
Guilt filled her for leaving Luke alone for an afternoon, but she couldn’t pass up a gourmet lunch, white wine, and hours of pampering.
The nail technician asked Lilly if she decided on a color. Of course, she thought, Hooker Red. Having made probably the most difficult decision of the day, besides what to eat and what to wear, Lilly took a sip of her white-wine.
Picking up the latest issue of Cosmopolitan magazine, she flipped through the colorful pages. She loved to look at all the beautiful people, catch-up on the celebrity gossip, and read the articles about dating and sex. Crossing the task off of her mental ‘to-do’ list for the trip, she contemplated whether or not to upgrade her upcoming facial to include a hydrating, botanical mask. Why not?
The next hour flew by. Before she knew it, Lilly found herself in the facial room. Her body was wrapped in a heated cocoon of blankets on a slightly inclined, cushioned massage table. The tranquility of the room relaxed her with the soft music and the aromatherapy candles. And she laid naked—okay, not completely naked. She was Charlotte Allen’s daughter after all. So she left her thong on.
Lilly waited for the esthetician to arrive and begin her magic. She shuddered to think of how clogged her pores were. Layers of camera-ready make-up, coupled with the bright lights of the television studio, wreaked havoc on her precious skin. She dreaded the upcoming extraction of the built-up gunk in the pores of her nose and chin because it always hurt.
A lady poked her head in the door. “I just wanted to let you know the appointments are running a few minutes behind. Will you be comfortable lying here for a few more minutes?”
Seriously?
Given the idle time, and her cell phone, she placed a quick call to Rachel. Lilly left her a long voicemail describing the Keys and the spa. She loved to rub it in.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway just as she finished leaving a voicemail for Rachel. She turned off her cell phone and shoved it under the blankets so she wouldn’t get in trouble for the contraband. According to the sign on the wall, the spa enjoyed a relaxed atmosphere and all cell phone usage was strictly verboten.
The door opened, and Lilly heard the esthetician walk in. “Are we comfortable?” Lilly thought the voice sounded artificially high-pitched, like she attempted to disguise her voice.
“Yes, I’m very relaxed.” Lilly hoped her apprehension did not appear evident in her voice.
“Good.” A pillow covered Lilly’s head with a brutal force. “Because today is the day you’re going to die, you little bitch!”
Lilly’s legs flailed in reflex to the lack of oxygen flowing to her lungs. Her arms proved useless in their vain attempts to remove the pillow held securely in place by the assailant. Lilly instinctively grabbed the only blunt object within reach—her BlackBerry. With every ounce of strength, she swung her arm, and makeshift weapon, blindly aiming up towards the assailant’s nose—bull’s eye!
Instantaneously, the pressure released from the pillow. Lilly gasped for air in desperation to fill her lungs with oxygen. Lilly turned to see her attacker covered her bloody nose in agony. She knew this allotted little time for escape.
Lilly kicked off the constricting blankets and freed her legs. As she sat up, her eyes spotted the vaporizing machine. The red ‘on’ light glowed mercifully. She picked up the machine and hurled it towards the person’s head—double bull’s eye. The woman’s forehead cracked the water vestibule open and the hot, steamy water scalded her face.
With the assailant occupied, Lilly hopped off the table, clutching the blanket to her bosom, and ran as fast as she could out of the facial room. And she didn’t stop running until she reached the safety of the crowded hotel lobby.

Author Bio: Terri received her Bachelor’s degree in Accounting and Master’s degree in Taxation from the University of Florida. She is a licensed CPA and a Second Degree Black Belt in Taekwondo. She lives in St. Augustine, Florida, with her husband, Garrison, and their two sons.

Carbon Copy is the 1st thrilling novel in the Elements of Mystery Series. The title of each novel will contain an element from the Periodic Table of Elements. Terri recently finished writing Tin Roof, the sequel to Carbon Copy, coming soon from Wild Child Publishing. And Terri’s romantic/suspense novel, Body of Gold, is coming soon from Freya’s Bower. For more about Terri’s upcoming releases, please visit her website http://www.elementsofmystery.com/
On the first of each month, Terri also posts free short stories on her blog. Follow her at http://www.territalleyventers.blogspot.com/as she weaves her way through the Periodic Table of Elements.





June 15, 2012

Fun Facts Friday

I had a lot of fun last week so I figure, why not. Let's do it again.

Here are some more Fun Facts about me!

#1. I love music. I have a very hard time being still when there is music on. I'm always tapping my foot and shoulder shaking while standing in line if there's a good song playing.  You can often see me seat dancing while driving or playing air drums at the stop light. I often hear music in my head when there is none and will dance if I feel the need. I also love singing silly songs to my dogs.




#2 Back in the mid 1990's, I was a telemarketer. I was damn good too. Anyway, at one point, probably right before I left the place, I knew every zipcode and phone exchange in NJ. Remember, this was before cell phones. (But I had a beeper!) I still remember some of them. My home town, of course: 862 and 925 were the originals, now there's like ten 474, 523, 717 bah.


#3 I. HATE. SPIDERS. I once pulled over on Wood Ave. in Linden and jumped out of the car because of a spider. I've screamed from my brother (from across the house) just so he could get rid of the spider for me. I've never watched any of those spider movies. Sometimes, if the spider is really creepy or stays on the TV too long, I still have to look away. I won't even put up a picture because then I'll have to look at it. Ick.

#4 The first real piece of writing that I finished from beginning to end was a Star Wars Fan Fiction based on the Jedi Apprentice Series. If you really dig on the internet I think you can still find it on a forum or something. The story wasn't half bad, and I've actually taken some of the names and characters from that piece and used them in other works. I will admit, I was super proud of myself for finishing something and it helped me to see how much I loved to write. I haven't stopped since.
#5 When I was in High School, I read every single play and sonnet by Shakespeare. I thought it was cool that we shared the same birthday, and I enjoyed reading Hamlet. So, my wonderful English teachers from 11th & 12th grades gave me access to the book room! I was more into English writers than American back then. I recently watched Anonymous, and I have to say, it's very convincing. You should check it out if you're a fan.

June 14, 2012

My Prometheus "Alien" theory...

If you haven't seen Prometheus, you probably don't want to read this, but honestly, I'm just going to be talking about the black goo, and not much about the plot of the movie itself.

 In the beginning....Black goo is ingested by an "Engineer", he gets hella sick, disintegrates into the water and his DNA helps to create Humans as we know them to be. The reason I think he had a bad reaction to the goo is due to the Oxygen or something else in Earth's atmosphere.

Then the black goo is found on the planet. Personally, I think it's the same planet as Alien. It was big ass planet.

Anyway...the black goo hits a worm, turns it into a facehugger jr. Not quite right. So Robot infects Human with black goo. He impregnates his chick, she breeds a facehugger sr. but...still not quite right. Facehugger Sr, facehugs an "Engineer" creates an almost Alien, alien. But it's still not quite right. At least to me it looked like a prototype version of the Alien, alien.

 So here's what I think happened after:

Almost Alien, alien laid some eggs in one of those other ships nearby. However, there's no one there to fertilize them.

But when Ripley and the others get to the planet.... The eggs are fertilized with Human DNA again. Facehugger the third comes out. Perfect! Facehugger the third facehugs a Human to create the perfect Alien, alien.

 So, I think it needed female and male DNA to evolve into the perfect Alien or simply two different DNA hosts-one original "Engineer" and it's evolved offspring a Human. They didn't show any female "Engineers" so unless the black goo created them too, I'm sure there has to be some, somewhere, since they were all dead when the Humans got there.

 I know, it's way out there, but I've been thinking about it for a while and I just had to put it down. :-)

June 12, 2012

Teaser Tuesday with Kate Lutter!


Today's Teaser Tuesday is with Author Kate Lutter!

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   Banished from Wild Point Island as a child, Ella Pattenson, a half human-half revenant, has managed to hide her true identity as a descendent of the Lost Colony of Roanoke.  Thought to have perished, the settlers survived but were transformed into revenants--immortal beings who live forever as long as they remain on the island.
   Now, Ella must return to the place of her birth to rescue her father from imprisonment and a soon to be unspeakable death.  Her only hope is to trust a seductive revenant who seems to have ties to the corrupt High Council.  Simon Viccars is sexy and like no man she’s ever met. But he’s been trapped on the island for 400 years and is willing to do almost anything for his freedom.
    With the forces of the island conspiring against her, Ella  must risk her father, her heart, and her life on love.  
Excerpt: 
Despite what he believed, I never had a relationship where I felt so bound to someone and yet so constrained in behavior. Sitting so close to him on the beach, hidden from view, wanting to hold him, I hesitated. So I’m not sure how what happened, happened next. What kept us apart—the suspicions, the fact that time had elapsed and we felt a bit like strangers meeting again—all of it abruptly dissipated like so much fog when the sun shines through.
         His strong yet gentle grasp pulled me toward him, and he held me close, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I felt in the urgency of his grip how much he’d missed me, and remembered again the dream he’d arranged for me, how cautious he’d been only days before. But dreams could not satisfy me now, no matter how real they seemed. 
         We pulled apart, but our eyes met. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, chaste at first, to taste him, to spur his reaction. But that tentative reaching out soon exploded into the confirmation I’d been waiting for. Our desires cascaded in upon each other. I wanted more of him, and soon lost awareness of the cold surf, which melted against our heat. The roughness of the sea also faded into the distance. The spray of salt water was forgotten.
         I couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t want to think of the future or eternity. Only feel sweet sensations as he kissed me harder and harder.
         Helpless to resist this love-making, I was the sand being thrown about by the waves around me. Soaked with a longing for him.
         His kisses grew stronger, and I wanted all of them.
         “Ella,” he groaned, sweeping the stray strands of hair out of my eyes.
         I reached up to touch his face, to trace the outline of his strong jaw. Desire flickered in his eyes, a wildness mirroring my own needs, and I wanted to lose myself in that need, in that desire. I wanted him as I had wanted no other, knew for the first time in my life I had the potential for loving someone who knew me for who I really was.
         It was intoxicating.
         “Can you take me now?” I asked. “Here. Show me what I have to do.”
         Indecision flickered across his face. I saw it. A look of a man who walked a tight rope and risked falling to the depths below.
         “Ella.” His voice floundered in his own deep emotion.
         But I reached over to pull him closer, and he tumbled on top of me. The weight of his body anchored me to the ground. Within seconds, my back was pressed against the sandy floor. His eyes grew hooded as his lips played against my mouth. Teasing. Caressing.
         Suddenly, the kisses changed. Slow and carefully placed, I felt a heaviness to them that made me ache where I had felt warm and riled up before.
         Aching to be with him in that way that I knew was forbidden to us.
         But what did I care.
         He was kissing me, and I began kissing him back, as if I had been doing this all my life, as if I were some kind of expert, allowing the pooling warmth in my stomach to find release. His hands burrowed under my sweater, nudging, rubbing against my breasts, which swelled to his touch.
         The feel of his skin against my skin pushed me to a boldness I had not known until now, and I reached my hand below the belt of his pants, dared now to touch where I knew he wanted me to touch. 
         “Simon.” I whispered his name into the air, so sure that he was the one. Knowing as we wrestled together on the sand, in this sweetest of lovemaking, that I had a fire in me that he had set. He was the man I had been waiting for. This was the moment--
         I felt resistance. Simon seemed to be struggling for control.
         Over me. Over himself.
         “Enough.” His voice, raw and edgy, strained against the sea that roared in the background.
         Still breathing heavily, he released his hold on me, and pushed himself to a seated position.
         My heart pounded. 
         “Have I done something wrong? Tell me,” I demanded.
         “No.”
         “Then why are you stopping?”
         “We cannot be together, not now. I was wrong to even start.”
         “Wrong? But I thought... ” I struggled to sit up, to face him, to put my own thoughts in order. When two people wanted to be together, how could there be something wrong? “Don’t you want to be with me?”
         His gaze traveled down my body. I felt his stare, the desire in it. “Yes. I want to be with you.”
          “Then--” I touched his arm. I needed to understand what could possibly be strong enough to hold him back. 
          “What I want has already been decided. You must decide what it is you want...” His voice softened. “… to do with your life.”
         A chill coursed down my spine. And even though my flesh was still warm from his touch, I pulled my sweater down to cover myself, not because I was ashamed, but without his closeness, the early evening breeze now felt cold and damp. I guessed what he was saying, but I didn’t want to think about the future. Not here, not now.
         “I want you to make love to me, Simon.”
         “The Council forbids it,” he said.
         “I don’t care about the Council. They have no say in what’s between us.”
         He faced me then, and his finger touched my lips. “I could take you, Ella. Now. But it would not be the honorable thing to do.”
         My fists clenched. I didn’t understand.
         “I made a choice when I saved you from your uncle’s dangerous game. It was not difficult because I wanted you, Ella. But it was my choice. The moment our spirits fused, everything changed. Until you are sure I am what you want, I cannot take you. Until you are sure this island can be your home, I cannot give into my passions. My world is not like your world. There is no formal ceremony of commitment. There is the fusion and then there is consummation. When that occurs, you will be bound to me forever. There can be no turning back.”

Wild Point Island will be available for sale in both mass market paperback and ebook formats on June 15, 2012.  It can be purchased online at www.Amazon.com and www.BarnesandNoble.com. 

  Kate Lutter believes she was born to write. She wrote her first novel when she was in eighth grade, but then almost burned her house down when she tried to incinerate her story in the garbage can because she couldn’t get the plot to turn out right. Now, many years later, she lives in NJ with her husband and five cats (no matches in sight) and spends her days writing contemporary paranormal romances, traveling the world, and hanging out with her four wild sisters. She is happy to report that her debut novel, Wild Point Island, the first in a series, has just been published by Crescent Moon Press. She is busy writing the sequel and her weekly travel blog entitled Hot Blogging with Chuck, which features her very snarky and rascally almost famous cat.
          

June 8, 2012

Fun Facts Friday

Way back when I first started blogging, on Livejournal--yes, seriously, it's still there, you can go find it if you want--I talked a little more about my personal life than I do now.

But today, I've decided to tell you all some Fun Facts about myself that you probably don't know.

So, here we go.

1. I love looking at floor plans. When my dad wanted to move from NJ to PA he got stacks of real estate magazines. I used to sit at the breakfast table and just look at them. I honestly have no idea why.


2. My favorite flower is lilac and not just because my favorite color is purple. They smell great.


3. One of my biggest Pet Peeves is when people don't move aside on the road for Emergency Vehicles. What if it were someone YOU know? I mean really, common courtesy people!


4. I love, love, love lightning storms. Best one I ever saw was at my Grandma's house in PA. She lived on top of a mountain and I could see out over the town below. It. Was. Awesome! (That's not it below, but still, how awesome is that picture???)


5. I would rather stay home, watch Football and/or play video games with the guys than go clothes shopping with the girls. I HATE to shop, ask my mom, she'll confirm it.


So, tell me a fun fact about yourself...if you dare!

June 5, 2012

Teaser Tuesday with ME!

Here's a little tease from Trust Me, Tell Me, the last novella in the "Storm Series".

A week before Mason and Veronica's wedding, his past comes back to bite him in the ass, big time.

“I have to go back.”
“Back? To Massachusetts?” she asked, he nodded. The look in his eyes said the rest. She knew exactly what this was about, her stomach twisted. Storm’s big regret. The one thing that still haunted him and occasionally gave him nightmares. Something important enough for him to leave without a word. “What happened?” Storm frowned. That meant he wasn’t answering the question, so she took a different approach. “How long will you be gone?”
“Don’t know. We’ll work as fast as we can.”
“Chuck?” she surmised, confirmed by his slight wince. “He sent the Code Blue?”
Storm nodded.
“How can you be sure you can trust him with this? And for that matter, why can’t you tell me, it’s not like we haven’t talked about it before.”
“He was my superior and former partner…he knows the details, and if I tell you more now you’ll just become a target too.”
“Target?”
“Fuck,” he spat and covered his face. “Stop asking me questions, Veronica. I’m begging you.”
Conflicted, but determined to get through to him, she approached, ran her fingers through his hair and waited for him to look up. He didn’t meet her eyes so she tipped his chin. “Tell me.”
“The stolen evidence that I was charged with taking? It was taken by this cop, Todd Jackson. He was ready to turn himself in…clear my name just like that and wham! Dead.”
“Oh, God.” She stepped back, watched Storm’s face harden, felt shudders climb up her spine. Way more serious than she imagined. After surviving a kidnapping—or three, she thought she had nerves of steel. Not quite. She’d be a fool not to fear someone slick enough to manipulate then take out a dirty cop and make Storm run for the hills.
“Do you remember Ben Carter?” he asked. She numbly nodded. “He brought the information to Chuck and now he’s lying in Mercy General, unconscious. Chuck and I have to go off the radar for a little while, sort things out.”
Veronica shut her eyes, turned away, trying to sift through the thoughts and theories and ideas swarming her mind. She should have listened to him from the start. Now that she knew the reasons, it’d be impossible to let him jump back into the fire, with an even bigger target on his back, and go it alone. “Let me help.”
“You can’t.”
“Yes, I can.” She spun, moved to his side.
Storm rose to his feet, glared down, dead serious. “No way, sweetheart. Go home. I’ll buy a pre-paid and call you when I can.”
“Going to New York with Chuck?”
“Fucking Hank, right?” Storm stomped to the opposite side of the room, fists balled at his side. She felt slightly guilty pulling his strings but he’d been there for her when it mattered most, there was no way she’d walk away. “What else do you know?”
“Not enough to help, but you can change that.”
He rushed to her, grabbed her by the arms and backed her into the dresser. “People have died, Veronica!”
 “And I don’t want you on that list!” She fisted his shirt in her fingers and jerked him closer.
“I can take care of myself—” He barricaded her, his body tensing to stone.
“Yeah, likewise. Next argument?”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Lie.”
“Then I don’t fucking want it.”
“Ha! Bigger lie.”
“Stop, Veronica.”
“No.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I love you.”

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June 1, 2012

Vampire...A Poem

In honor of True Blood starting soon, here's a little poem I wrote way back in the day...way, WAY, before the Vampire craze of late...


He watched from afar, pale flesh covered in silk      
caught in the shadows of the frigid night.
Oh, she walked with the grace of noble blood,
her cloak fluttering behind, haunting him,
hiding the curves of her slender from.
“Come to me,” said a voice on the wind, softly,
 and slowly, like a siren’s seductive call.

He stalked the maiden, his eyes never roaming,
from the nape which he desired. She never turned,
keeping to her meandering strides. When he
drew closer, her pulse raced beneath her skin,
a torturous invitation of pleasure and pain.
“Come to me.” Yes, this beauty was luring him,
daring him, to leave the safety of the night.

He approached from behind, the lamplights
flickering flame bathing the stone walk,
ebbed to a glowing wick ember. She paused,
her breath caught in her throat and tightened,
preparing for what she secretly wished.
“Take me,” her whispering voice commanded,
as she cast away the locks from her shoulder.

He gripped her body and drew her close,
catching the scent of rose on her skin.
His tongue prepared the flesh for his mark,
and she bent to his will, quivering soundlessly,
as she met his eyes and exposed her intent.
“Make me,” she begged with such perversity,
he shuddered once then claimed his prize.