Saturday, October 25, 2014

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Leaving Amarillo by Caisey Quinn

Leaving Amarillo
Caisey Quinn

About the book:
Some promises are made to be broken...
Music is my everything.
After my parents died when I was a kid, moving into my grandparents’ ramshackle house on a dirt road in Amarillo seemed like a nightmare. Until I stumbled upon my grandfather’s shed full of instruments. My soul lives between the strings of Oz, my secondhand fiddle, and it soars when I play.
In Houston, I'm a typical college student on my way to becoming a classically trained violinist headed straight for the orchestra pit. But on the road with my band, Leaving Amarillo, I'm free.
 We have one shot to make it, and I have one shot to live the life I was meant to. Leaving Amarillo got into Austin Music Fest and everything is riding on this next week. This is our moment.
There’s only one problem. I have a secret...One that could destroy everyone I care about.
His name is Gavin Garrison and he's our drummer. He's also my brother's best friend, the one who promised he'd never lay a hand on me. He’s the one person I can’t have, and yet he’s the only one I want.
One week.
One hotel room.
I don't know if I can do this.

I just know that I have to.

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For a long time I knew he only saw me as Dallas’s little sister. I used to have frizzy hair and knobby knees and a chest as flat as both boys. But somewhere along the way, I changed. I’m having a hard time convincing myself that he really sees me for who I am now. Maybe he still sees knobby knees, frizzy hair, and freckles on my shoulders.
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head. No. “Don’t. Don’t do that to me. I just told you. You know why.”
I frown involuntarily while swallowing the knot of emotion that’s rising steadily in my throat. “How could I possibly know? You treat me like we’re related most of the time. You put your hands on random waitresses right in front of me. You sleep with anything that moves. Except me. I tell you how I feel and you can’t get rid of me fast enough.”
Suddenly Gavin is a burning man, coming toward me with angry gleaming eyes. He steps into the room, forcing me back against the wall. The door slams heavily behind him, and he braces his arms on either side of my head. I’ve only seen him this worked up when playing his drums. My heart morphs into a hummingbird inside my ribcage. It’s trapped and wants to escape. Desperately.
His words come out with force that would shove me backward if there were anywhere for me to go. “As flattering as your honest opinion of me is, how about you just tell me what the hell you want from me so we can both get on with our lives. You want to hold hands and go steady, Bluebird? Because I gotta say, you’re not as smart as I thought you were if you’re looking for that from me.”
I jerk my chin upward, faking a confidence I don’t have but refusing to let him intimidate me. “Did you sleep with that waitress? I want to know.”
He snorts out a harsh humorless laugh. “No you don’t.”
I do. Tell me the truth.” I look up into his eyes, praying the answer is no. Something about that specific waitress is really bothering me. Maybe because I saw their initial flirtation or maybe because of what she said to me in the ladies room. I don’t know. I’m well aware of the fact that he’s been with countless women, but somehow this one feels different. More personal. Because this time, he knew how I felt and if he slept with her anyways, then he actively chose her over me. “Please,” I add to my already pathetic plea.
He releases me from my forearm prison and throws both of his hands into his hair. I inhale a much-needed breath and relax just a little. Until he slams a palm against the wall. I flinch, only because it startled me, but I can see in his wounded expression that he believes he scared me. As if I could ever be afraid of him.
No, okay? No I didn’t sleep with her. There, you happy now?”
Well you’re obviously not. If you were going to be so upset about it, why didn’t you just go ahead and do her?”
You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he says, raising his voice a few decibels shy of shouting. “Which is it? You want me to have screwed her or not?”
I’m all wound up, like the toys from my childhood. The ones with the knobs you turn and turn, winding so tight the spinny thing breaks and falls off. I’m confused and hurt and angry and turned the hell on in a way I can’t even process. The combination is more than I can handle rationally. I take a page from his broody book and let my palm smack the wall behind me. It stings so I clench it shut. The pain distracts me and I blurt out the truth.
No, I don’t want you to have screwed her. I don’t want you to screw anyone!”
His reaction is wide-eyed shock and disbelief. “Anyone? Christ, you want me to be celibate? Do you hate me or something?”
Licking my lips, I take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. It almost works. “I want you,” I begin slowly before taking another deep breath. “To not engage in foreplay in front of my face.”
He opens his mouth to respond—most likely to deny that he did that tonight—but I place my trembling fingers against his lips, firmly breaking our ten-year unspoken no-touching rule. I’d like to take a moment to enjoy the soft, full, sensuously masculine mouth of his, but there isn’t time. I need to focus all cylinders of my brain on what I’m trying to say.
I told you how I feel, what I want. And I get it. You don’t feel the same way. Or you won’t act on your feelings. But that doesn’t mean I can switch mine right off for your convenience. And it doesn’t mean that I’m not jealous, not hurt, and that I don’t hate, hate, being in the presence of any woman who is going to have you in a way that I never will.”
I’m breathing hard, tasting his anxiety and frustration in the air between us. Removing my fingers from his mouth and placing them on mine, I watch him go to war with himself.
He neck loosens, allowing his head to fall forward. Remaining completely still while he inhales the length of my neck, I swallow hard.
Tell me I’ll never have you that way. Tell me to move on and let this go,” I whisper, needing to hear him say it and terrified that he actually will in equal measure.
You’re my best friend. Growing up, you were my safe place,” he tells me on a ragged breath that seems to pull the life completely out of both of us. “I don’t want to ruin you, Bluebird.”

Friday, October 24, 2014

Review: Perfect Match by Kathy Love

Perfect Match
Kathy Love

Nothing extraordinary ever happens in Fiddlehead Bay, Maine until an enigmatic woman moves  into the small seaside town and  opens her shop of eclectic odds and ends.  There are rumors  among the locals the shopkeeper is a modern day fortune teller and  matchmaker, and Franci  Grassette is fascinated by the concept.  Her nonexistent love life could use some  matchmaking.  Heck, it  could use a miracle.
Dylan O’Brien came to Fiddlehead Bay to make a fresh start with his daughter and to forget the  deceits of his wife and his dark  past. Not to get involved with a woman.  But he soon finds himself  always running into Franci, first as his daughter’s daycare  teacher, then as his landlord.  And it’s  getting harder and harder to ignore his attraction to the sweet, thoughtful and sexy woman.
Franci isn’t sure if the shopkeeper is making the meetings with Dylan happen, or if it’s just  coincidence. But when the “matchmaker” helps her find a perfect dress for  the town’s party of the year, Dylan suddenly makes his interest in Franci  very clear, and it’s  definitely not just as his daughter’s teacher. But you can’t outrun the past and it catches up to  Dylan with a  bang, testing their new love, and threatening their PERFECT MATCH
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I started writing romances when I was in junior high. The heroines were my friends, and the heroes were guys you may have heard of such as the Beatles, the Monkees and other various rock stars and actors. I even wrote a romance where Steven Tyler of Aerosmith was the hero and worked at a carnival, which I think is pretty accurate. If he hadn’t made it as a rock star, he’d definitely be a carnie. I was the heroine, of course.2013-03-05 02.29.21
I was also lucky enough to have a best friend who also loved to write. We spend many nights laughing and plotting and writing our wonderful, romantic and completely implausible love stories. (Except for the Steven Tyler story, which as I said, was completely plausible.)
Even though I loved to write, I never really believed I would get published. After all, in the small mill town where I grew up in the mountains of Maine, we have a saying, “You can’t get there from here.” And that was how I felt about the publishing world.
So I set aside my dream of being an author. I attended the University of Maine, left my junior year to move to Providence, then moved to California, then Maryland. For nearly three years, I didn’t write a single story.
But during these years I had many jobs, most of them unfulfilling. I worked as an Atari consultant (don’t ask), in retail, and finally as a receptionist at a hair salon (this one was pretty fun). All the while, the desire to write still nagged at me. Finally, in 2000, I decided I needed to try again.
At this point, I should probably add that while I did write lots of stories in my teen years, I never actually finished one. So this was my first attempt to write a real, honest to gosh, novel. With a beginning, a middle and an actual end. I joined the Maryland Romance Writers and a critique group that I’m with to this day. (Thank you, Tarts, I couldn’t have made it without you ladies!) And I started my first book, a humorous vampire romance. And guess what?
I did finish it. It took two years, but I did it!
At a conference, Kate Duffy from Kensington Publishing heard about my book from one of my critique partners and asked to see the full manuscript. What? Yes, that was my exact response. I couldn’t believe it. But I sent it in. Kate called and told me that while she liked my voice, she didn’t really love the vampires, and did I have anything else I could show her?
Assuming she wasn’t interested in any of the uncompleted stories from my teen years, (even the very believable Steven Tyler/carnival story) I had to tell her no. To my shock, she asked me to pitch an idea. After a couple weeks of toying with ideas and generally freaking out, I came up with the stories for my Stepp sisters trilogy. I emailed the ideas to her, and within an hour, Kate called and told me she wanted to buy them. Again, I was floored.
Now I have finished over twenty books. Yep, all with beginnings, middles and ends. I’ve even managed to rework that first book that Kate rejected, and it was released as Fangs for the Memories. I can’t begin to tell you what an amazing experience this has been for me. Somehow, it did “get there from here” (This is best said with a heavy Maine accent–“get they-ah from he-ah.”)
And not only did I get there, but my best friend who wrote all those silly stories with me made it too. My dear friend, Julie Cohen also became a writer. Check her out here (he-ah). (
Pretty exciting for two girls from Rumford, Maine.
Now if I can just get that Steven Tyler/carnival thing published.  Although I have written two books with one of my other besties, Erin McCarthy about a New Orleans vampire band called The Impalers. (The Fangover and Fangs for Nothing.) So that’s pretty close to my Steven Tyler opus.
;-)  Kathy

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It's been a while since I've read a contemporary from Kathy Love and Perfect Match is well worth the wait. It has everything I'm use to in a book written by Ms. Love humor, and a well-written story with heartwarming characters. You will find yourself laughing and tearing up at the same time. I think I enjoyed Olivia the most. Because of her you get a real insight into what kind of man Dylan is. The way he takes care of his daughter will melt your heart. Sorta like it did Franci's. Of course this is a romance so we all know that their road to love isn't going to be a smooth one. They have some bumps along the way but in the end the learn to work it out. I also liked how Ms. Love set us up for more stories. I can't want to see what she has coming next. If your looking for the "perfect" Sunday read, then you've found it! If you've read Perfect Match I'd love to know what you thought of it. Happy reading!   

Release Day & Giveaway: Fallen by Tamara Gill

Daughters of the Gods # 3
By: Tamara Gill
Releasing October 24th, 2014

Sara Daniels needs to change her life, so she sets out to run her late grandmother’s farm. With no man at her side, and deserted by friends who can’t abide her obsession with mythology, it’s the perfect time to escape.
Hermes, favored son of Zeus, has been framed by his hateful stepmother, Hera. Fleeing Olympus with his life, he finds himself in an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. It’s the ideal place to hide from Zeus that is until the owner— a woman with long, flaming red hair and the darkest blue eyes he’s ever seen — decides to move in.
Sara’s family has divine secrets that even she’s not privy to. Hermes’ secrets, however, have the power to shatter their lives. And with a god as your farmhand, it’s only a matter of time before those secrets are revealed in all their destructive glory.

But the wild attraction that blazes between these two souls will not be denied…even if the outcome threatens to doom them both.

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Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to another.
A mother of three, her two little gentlemen in the making, a future Lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and paranormal.
Tamara loves hearing from readers and writers alike. You can contact her through her website, and sign up to follow her blog or newsletter.

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Excerpt & Giveaway: Full Contact by Sidney Halston

Full Contact
Worth the Fight # 2
By: Sidney Halston
Releasing October 28th, 2014

Sidney Halston returns to steamy Tarpon Springs, Florida, where a hell-raising bad boy prepares to get down and dirty for the woman he loves.

How could she have been so stupid? When Jessica Cross decides to give her violently jealous boyfriend—the otherwise influential and charming Dennis Stavros—a second chance, she very nearly becomes a statistic. After weeks of healing from a broken rib and collapsed lung, and with Dennis behind bars, Jessica finally feels ready to come out of hiding. But will she ever be able to take a chance on love again with someone new?

Mixed martial arts fighter Slade Martin knows he has a bad reputation. Hell, he's probably earned it. So it won’t be easy to convince beautiful, vulnerable Jessica that she can trust him—that from the moment she walked into his life, she’s been the only one he’s wanted. Powerful and confident, Slade knows he can honor his vow to protect Jessica body and soul. Winning her heart will be another matter . . . but a woman like Jessica is worth the fight.

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Slade took her hand and led her out of the Pier toward her car. He leaned against it and pulled her to him. His head came down to her neck and he began to kiss her softly. Jessica tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold. “Thought you never got jealous.”
Jessica whipped her head back in order to look at his face, which was sporting a huge grin. “Jealous? Please. I am not jealous.”
You are.”
Slade. Please. I have to go back to work, and you’re still dripping beer from your hair.”
I think I haven’t made things clear to you yet. I want you to listen.” He nuzzled her neck, placing feather-light kisses in that sweet spot that made her want to concede to any request he could possibly make. The vibration of his voice against her skin made her erupt into goose bumps. His grip was tight around her waist.
Everything is perfectly clear, Slade. No need to explain” Her voice came out hoarse.
I don’t have a harem. I don’t have groupies. I’m not a virgin, but neither are you. The past is the past and I won’t make excuses for it. I don’t like drama, Jessica. I won’t stand for it. I want peace in my life.”
Jessica snorted, tapping his beer-dampened hair. “Yeah, drama free. Peace.”
I never lied to any woman I’ve slept with. I don’t normally do relationships. I have fun. They knew that. The problem with women is that they think they are going to be the one that changes me. That is a delusion they made up, and certainly not something I led them to believe.”
So this is the part when you tell me about all the fun you want to have with me?” She tried to push back, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip.
No, baby. This is the part when I tell you that with you, little Miss Drama Queen, I don’t just want to have fun. Why do you think I’ve been chasing you all this time? Just for some tail? No. I want more. To be honest, I don’t know how much more. I’ve never really done . . . this.” He drew back slightly and gestured to the space between them. “But I can promise you, if I tell you I want something more with you, I’m not going to be with other women while I’m with you.”

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Sidney Halston lives her life by one simple rule: “Just do it.” And that’s exactly what she did. At the age of thirty, having never written anything other than a legal brief, she picked up a pen for the first time to pursue her dream of becoming an author. That first stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Halston lives in South Florida with her husband and children.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Book Club Thursday: It's a Paranormal World!

Welcome back to this weeks Book Club Thursday! With Halloween right around the corner we are taking paranormal today!  

I'm huge fan of anything scary! One of the genre's I love to both read and watch is paranormal! I think we all need a little scare in our worlds. 

Of course paranormal romance books aren't often, yes! But there is that thrill of the impossible being possible. Come on, haven't you ever thought about what it would be like if your boyfriend could change into a bear? I know I have. Or how about the thought of your house having ghost? That one might put a chill down your spine. 

Being a fan of paranormal's isn't something I only read. For a very long time now I've been watching Supernatural and loving it. How about Gimm? That's a big hit too. We like the idea of something being out there that just a little more then plain human. 

Keeping with this weeks topic tell me some of your favorite paranormal books, TV shows or a scary movie you just have to watch. We'd love to hear about them. Here are my top 3 for books, TV and movie. 

1. The Dead Room by Heather Graham: Great ending! 
2. Supernatural: Love me some Dean! 
3. The Others: I love the idea of this movie 

Make sure to stop by my fellow Book Club Thursday Bloggers and see what they are talking about today. 

Join us on October 30th when we will be reviewing a favorite paranormal romance! 

Guest Post & Giveaway: Various States of Undress by Laura Simcox

Various States of Undress: Virginia
Various States of Undress # 2
By: Laura Simcox
Releasing October 7th, 2014
Avon: Impulse

When the president's daughter risks everything with her sexy new boss, they're bound to find themselves in Various States of Undress!

If she had it her way, Virginia Fulton—daughter of the President of the United States—would spend more time dancing in Manhattan's nightclubs than working in its skyscrapers. Tired of dodging paparazzi, she needs a change. And a real chance. So when she finds herself in the arms of sexy, persuasive Dexter Cameron, who presents her with the opportunity of a lifetime, Virginia sees it as a sign … but can she take it without losing her heart?

CEO-to-be Dexter Cameron knows he's taking a risk by hiring a stylish party girl to jumpstart his family's legacy department store. But the president's gorgeous daughter has her thumb on the pulse of Manhattan, and the partnership seems like a win-win … until Dex discovers that his goals now include more than securing the corner office—they include Virginia herself. Dex must decide: does he make a move up the ladder? Or on the girl of his dreams?

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You’re early,” Dex said. “Couldn’t wait to get started?”
Couldn’t wait to stare at your mouth is more like it.
Yeah, I was up early, so I thought—why wait until this afternoon, you know? I brought my plans.” Virginia patted the laptop bag slung over her shoulder and willed herself to calm down.
Dex touched the small of her back. “I have a proposal for you. Let’s go to your office.”
If the proposal involved him laying her down on the top of the gigantic desk and... “Stop,” she mouthed to herself and allowed him to guide her through the doorway.
She set her bag on the edge of the desk, sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. “What do you have in mind?” Dex sat on the coffee table, facing her. “I want you to be the face of Lilah’s.”
Virginia chewed her lower lip and thought. Appearing in the ads to promote her own work? Kind of genius. Plus, it would be a kick to see her smiling face plastered on the side of a bus instead of her plastered face in the pages of the Post. “I am flattered.”
Is that a yes?”
As long as you don’t expect me to wear something from our Lilah’s sales floor as is.”
He grinned. “No support hose for you?”
What do you think?”
Hmm.” He touched her bare knee lightly, and her skin started tingling. “No. We can skip the hose.” He ran a hand down her calf and traced a pattern on her ankle with a fingertip. “Oh, goose bumps. Maybe you need a house coat? We’ve got some lovely floral samples downstairs. They have snaps.” He tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of his lips began to twitch, emphasizing the dimples in his lean cheeks.
Oh, God, she loved those dimples. She wanted to give them little licks. “Maybe you need to stop with the fashion suggestions and . . . uh . . .”
And?” he prompted, his fingers tracing over her toes.
Dex, you’re distracting me.”
I hope so.” He chuckled. “What were you going to say? Was it about clothes?”
She had no clue. But she did have an idea—it came to her suddenly.
Spend a day shopping with me.” She peered at him, waiting for his reaction, and she wasn’t disappointed. His eyes widened for a second; then a deep groan came out of his mouth.
I’m a CEO in training, not a personal shopper. You’ll load me down like a pack mule.”
Yes I will, but that’s not the point. First thing tomorrow, you need to learn how and why women shop.”
And we’ll go until . . . ?” A fearful look crossed his face.
She giggled again and reached out to pat his knee. “Until I’m satisfied.” Dex raised an eyebrow, and she snatched her hand back. “I mean . . . oh, get out of here. Go back to your office.”
Can’t I at least attempt a bad joke first?” He grinned but stood up.
Ah, well, I’ll go then.” He stretched. “But I do want you to know that I’m only interested in your complete and total satisfaction,” he said in a low voice.
Ha, ha. Complete and total mean the same thing, by the way.” She looked up at him, trying to keep the breathlessness out of her voice.
Exactly, sweetheart. And I wasn’t really joking because we both want the same thing.” With another grin, he straightened his tie and walked out.

Romancing the Readers welcomes Laura Simcox! Thanks for visiting with us! 

Stuff in Her Purse: Thinking like My Heroine
by Laura Simcox

I’m excited to be here today, talking about how I connect with my characters. One thing is for certain—how a character acts and reacts depends on the world around them, right? People shift behavior depending on where they are or who they’re with. So how to ground a character?

Find a constant.
One thing that remains constant for most women—real or fictional—is the stuff in their purses. Purses are personality, I’ve decided, and I have a mild purse fetish. I always think I want something new and different, but I’ve discovered that I’m never truly happy with my bag unless it suits me exactly—and when I’m getting to know my heroines, I like to take a peek inside their purses.
First, so you can get to know a bit about me, let’s look at one of my bags. Out the outside—the ideal: carefree, bo-ho chic-loving me. The inside? The rest of me.

My absolute fave bag is my current Sakroots purse: Outside, it has a wild floral pattern with interesting shiny leather trim, and a fun cross-body strap. I like a hobo style—not huge, though, because I’m short, and I’d look like a little kid running away from home if I carried a gigantic bag. I also love purse charms…the swingier the better.

The inside of my bag reflects my day-to-day life. I have a five year old boy. I have to have an outside zipper pocket for small-items-to-keep-him-occupied. I also have to have an outside slip pocket for my phone. This way, if my son is yanking my arm out of my socket in the Target parking lot and my phone rings, I can grab it one-handed.

Inside I have:
—a package of Wet-Ones
—a cute wallet—also Sakroots—because I deserve to look at something fun and girly when I’m pulling out my debit card to buy milk, Kids Cuisines, Hot Wheels and Legos.
—bookmarks for my latest release
—six or seven lipsticks (why?)
—extra paper napkins just because
—phonics flashcards (No, they’re not for me, but some days I wonder…)
—a dog-eared notebook to write down plot ideas (My son has scribbled on every page.)
—a pen (if I’m lucky)

The stay at home mom/full-time author’s handbag: Super glamorous, right?
Still—I enjoy my purse, and I have to admit that even though I own an embarrassing number of them, (cough) my favorite four are Sakroots bags in different patterns.

I’m thrilled to say that my latest heroine has a purse fetish, too…because she works in fashion—in Manhattan. She’s Virginia Fulton, and the star of VARIOUS STATES OF UNDRESS: VIRGINIA, book two in my VARIOUS STATES OF UNDRESS SERIES. She’s also the daughter of the president of the United States—so her purse choices are a bit broader than mine could ever be.

Let’s peek inside her Prada bag! (unzip...) Okay. Virginia has:
—a phone so fancy it’s not on the market (Is the Secret Service recording me right now? Eep.)
—one tube of fabulous lipstick (Just one? How?)
—a very pretty Chanel wallet (Jealous.)
—a bunch of paper napkins (Yay! We have something in common. Oh…hers are from takeout at a trendy bistro, not Wendy’s. Whatever.)
—an amazing, lighter-than-air scarf (More jealous.)
—a coupon for a handbag sale at Barney’s (You go, Virginia.)
—a Bic pen with the end chewed up (That’s kind of gross, actually, but if it helps her think…)
—a little folded-up slip of paper that says “I adore you. Xoxo, Dex.” (Awww! I LOVE him—he’s so sexy and smart. Virginia loves him, too. She just doesn’t realize it yet.)

My take? It doesn’t suck to be the daughter of the president of the United States. Would I trade my life with her? Nah. But it sure was fun creating her, and her world.
(PS: I would totally trade purses with her, just for a day.)

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After spending years in professional theater as a costume designer, Laura Simcox eased out of the hectic whirlwind of opening nights and settled in a comfy desk chair to write romance. She believes that life is too short not to appreciate heartwarming, quirky humor and her novels are lighthearted journeys into the happily-ever-after. She lives in North Carolina with her true love and adorable little son.

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Spotlight & Giveaway: Dream Across Time by C R Moss

Dream Across Time

Raritan Manor Ranch, 1

A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.

Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.

Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.

While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.

Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?

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Dream Across Time by C.R. Moss
Series: Raritan Manor Ranch, Book 1
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genres: Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance
Heat Level: 3   ~   Word Count: 32, 880
ISBN: 978-1-77233-067-0
Editor: Tricia Kristufek  ~  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

A deep, warm laugh rumbled from him.
“You think it’s funny that I’m going nuts?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him over the horse’s back.
Quinn moved around the horse. “You are not going insane.”
As Quinn took another step toward her, she took a step back. “That’s what Julie says. I’m not convinced, though.”
With every step she took, Quinn matched it. In a deep, sultry voice he uttered, “My beautiful, intelligent Evelyn, your mind is very sound.”
Her butt hit the building. Standing in a pile of broken hay stalks, her gaze fixed on Quinn’s eyes, and her breaths came in short rasps. Her mind didn’t feel sound at all, neither did her body. Pulse racing, heart pounding against her chest, she seemed in the midst of losing control. All her senses heightened until colors were brighter. She looked past Quinn at the gentle slopes of the mountain range nearby and the deep blue sky.
He stood an inch before her. She breathed in his musky, masculine scent. Her clothes tightened and scratched against her sensitive skin. Though under a warm sun, a shiver raked her body. How could a man rob her of control, of her senses?
Quinn placed his hands on the building, trapping her between his arms. “Tell me,” his husky voice whispered in her ear. “What has gotten you so bothered you think you are going crazy?”
The heat radiating between their close bodies sent ripples of desire through her. She shuddered.
“You,” she whispered in return, not meeting his gaze. “These dreams. They’re interrupting my life. I’m letting my relationship with you interfere with everything I do when I’m awake. Any good psychiatrist would have a field day with me.” Evelyn paused, took a deep breath to calm her excited body.
Since he towered over her by at least a foot, she talked to his chest. The white shirt, pulled taut over his front, showed the outlines of his well-defined muscles. She wanted to touch them. Evelyn clenched her fists at her sides, taking in another deep breath, and looked up. “It’s gotten to the point where Julie thinks I’m in love—”
“Are you?” Quinn interrupted, a hint of pleading tainted his voice.
His question caught her off guard. She hadn’t thought about the possibility of love, of discussing their feelings for each other. She didn’t answer, and her lack of response brought an expression of sadness to Quinn’s features. She cared for him, but love? How could she love someone who wasn’t real, someone who existed before her birth? Someone who’s a ghost?
Quinn turned his back to her. “I thought… never mind.”
The misery in his voice pinged at her soul. “Quinn.” She put a hand on his shoulder to halt him from leaving. “I’m sorry. I can’t love you. You’re not real.”
His body tensed beneath her fingers. Quinn turned back to her and her hand fell to his chest. He held it there. “Damn it, Evelyn. Stop talking nonsense. I am real.”
She couldn’t deny that fact. His hands were warm. His heart beat strong and steady. Her eyes widened and she gazed up into his passion-filled gaze. She wished she wasn’t dreaming.
“Let me show you how real I am.” His lips descended onto hers.
All the blood rushed from her head and her knees weakened. She leaned into his body for support. His arms wrapped around her. Every nerve fired at his touch. His lips parted and his tongue coaxed her mouth open.
Too dazed to resist, she copied his motions, and the gentle kiss blazed into a raging fire. Their mouths, hot and hungry, moved against each other’s in perfect harmony. Evelyn’s arousal gained momentum. She swirled her tongue against his in wild abandon, learning the sweet taste of him. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on to the moment for dear life.

Author Bio:
An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.

More about C.R. Moss: 
So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.
She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy.  Visit:

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