Thursday, February 7, 2008

The Wait is Over


Waiting for the first review of a new release is AnXIety PrODuCIng !


Thankfully, my wait for the first review of Satisfaction Guaranteed is over. I'm totally thrilled with Brenda Talley's review.


Here's a snippet:


"Ms. Isabelle Drake has written a wonderfully upbeat story which was detailed with various sub-plots to enhance the storyline. Her characters were so well created and enjoined that the book flowed brilliantly. Her supporting cast emerged to boost this unique plot. The work and family situations made this a work which expressed alternate activity so that there was great dimension in the book.


"I highly recommend this book to all who like to experience real-life people with a strong attraction which has some great ups and downs. It is a good book which I think you will certainly enjoy and remember for some time to come."


Overall rating: 5 hearts

Sensuality rating: Very sensual


For the full review visit The Romance Studio.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Still no website!

{{{{sigh}}}}

I thought by now I could ask you to check out my website, but alas, it is still not live. My web designer and I finally finished all the necessary info and appearance, I gave him my GoDaddy account information, and I thought we were all ready to go. Then I find out that I bought the wrong kind of GoDaddy account! SHEESH! So I will spend my lunch hour today trying to straighten that out.

Can you tell that I am of the "old school"? I am so ignorant about all this new fangled stuff like websites, MySpace, YouTube, etc. So, that brings up the big question -- why did I go with an e-book publisher?

The answer is simple -- I truly believe it is the future. Although a lot of people still prefer to have an actual book in their hands -- I am one of them! -- many young people today are so used to reading and working on the computer that they would prefer that method. And since I am a fanatical recycler and tree-hugger, it will save a lot of paper. My day job is in the legal profession and although they too are starting to do more court filings via digital methods, we still kill a lot of trees. That movie, The Paper Chase, is true, but in a different sense of the term.

So, here I am -- a child of the 60's -- trying to learn all this new technology. Bear with me and we'll see if you CAN teach this old dog some new tricks.

See you next Wednesday, when I HOPE you can see my new website!
Kate Poole

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

It's here! Stone and Earth

Available for download NOW from Ellora's Cave:

Blurb:
Gargoyle Damien St. Pierre has to find an ancient artifact needed by his people. When he meets Earth witch Katie Calhoun, he can’t keep his hands off of her. Because of the problems his people are having, Damien is afraid to attempt the conversion necessary to make her his mate. But Katie is determined to help him in his quest and to become the gargoyle of his dreams. Can her faith overcome his fear? Will the magic of love succeed in the mating of Stone and Earth?

Excerpt (PG):
“Well, do you think we can make it all the way off the roof this time?” They lay on their sides on the lounge, facing each other and fighting for breath.

“Umm-hmm. Assuming I can manage to stand.” Katie raised a hand to caress the rugged line of Damien’s jaw. “How about you?”

“If there’s any possibility of a snack down there, I think I can convince the muscles to work.” Damien toyed idly with the ends of Katie’s hair. His stomach rumbled loudly, punctuating his response.

“Well if gargoyles don’t mind grilled cheese or tomato soup, I think we can arrange that.”

“Sounds fine to me. And no, we don’t eat gravel or sand, or anything like that.” He stretched then clambered to his feet before reaching out a hand to help Katie off the lounge. They gathered her basket and his clothing then turned off the hot tub and the lights before descending the staircase.

Once they reached the kitchen, Katie drew her loose cotton robe out of her basket and slipped it over her head while Damien pulled on a pair of supple black leather pants. He set the matching heavy boots and bomber jacket aside while she turned to the refrigerator.

“Do you have a motorcycle?” The thought of him riding a big powerful bike was unexpectedly exciting. In the bright light of the kitchen he was even more handsome. He stood easily over six and a half feet tall, with thick-lashed gray eyes and silky straight black hair that fell loose to his shoulders. His face was a sculptor’s masterpiece, all sharp angles and long lines. The smooth planes of his chest and abs were positively mouthwatering and it took a great deal of effort to make herself look away.

“Oui.” Without another word he moved around the counter and almost automatically began to help her assemble the sandwiches. Their motions fell into an instant, easy harmony.

“Will you take me riding?” Katie finished slicing the homemade bread and began to coat the slices with butter.

“As soon as we get you a helmet.” He topped the slices of bread with thick slabs of cheddar and provolone.

His instinctive protectiveness made her smile. “Do gargoyles need helmets?”

Monday, February 4, 2008

What is romance?

We read romance. We write romance. People say they love romance. But what IS romance> What is it really?

Is it a room filled with flickering, candles whose scent fills the air with a tantalizing aroma? Is it soft music in the background, win chilling in the cooler, Godiva chocolates open on the bedside table? Is it a night at a fabulous resort overlooking the water with the man of your dreams?

Romance is all this and more. In the books we read and write we incorporate all of these things to create an atmosphere, an ambience, for seduction, for sensuality, for the emergence of love? Silky negligees – or no negligee!! – and flower petal strewn across the bed –hopefully with the thorns removed! It’s all of these – a ride in a horse drawn carriage. A sail into the wind with the sun kissing your skin and strong arms holding you.

But romance is a lot more. Here he is, your wonderful (boy friend, fiancé, husband, partner-pick one) and you wonder if the romance is still in your life. Well, honey, if he does the little things you can bet it does.

What little things you say? How about a foot rub when you’ve walked ten miles at an event for your kids? Or your boss/customer gave you the biggest migraine and your honey runs a hot bath for you, draws a hot tub, and when you’re in bed massages your temples and rubs your neck. Or he makes that trip to the grocery store in the pouring rain for the necessities you suddenly ran out of, and comes back with flowers and a candy bar for along with them. It’s holding your head when you’re sick and your hand when you’re scared.

It’s sitting out under the stars in your own back yard, cuddled together and knowing that the safest place in the world to be is with the person next to you. It’s holidays and special days, smiles in the morning when you hate to get up and at night when the day has just sucked.

And most of all, it’s knowing that at the end of the day, no matter how bad things have been, there’s one person who wraps his arms around you, kisses you with the same passion you had in the frantic early days, and tells you “I love you.” And means it.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Urban Legends...more to the story


What makes a book a winner? What is is that calls to the reader and screams "buy me"? I'm not sure if it is the cover, the blurb or maybe a great review. So I'm going to share all three with you today on a book that seems to have been lost in the holiday shuffel. It is One Good Man by Lacey Thorn and Cindy Spencer Pape. The cover is amazing. But then the hard working crew at Ellora's Cave never fails to amaze me with their awesome covers. This book was a labor of love for Cindy and I and hopefully, will prove to be the first of many books that we co-write. We work well together and our styles mesh well. She is a pleasure to work with and someone I feel will be a life long friend. But today I want to tell you more about One Good Man.
The blurb: One Good Man
Lacey Thorn and Cindy Spencer Pape

One of the most enduring of all urban legends is the story of the phantom hitchhiker. Young or old, male or female, in need of help or just needing a ride, the legends vary. A helpful driver offers a ride and the passenger gives directions. When they arrive at the destination however, the driver discovers the passenger has vanished, sometimes leaving behind a piece of clothing or some other memento to mark his or her passing. A stormy night, a deserted country road, a blown tire, and a woman on the run from a killer. Is the handsome young Marine here to save her? Or is he just a figment of her imagination?
Casey is caught between a murderer, a ghost and the wounded soldier who could either save her life or break her heart. Grant can deal with Thanksgiving snowstorms and determined killers but not his brother’s ghost, and not a woman who makes him start thinking about the future. Can Grant let go of the past to embrace the explosive passion he finds with Casey? He’s willing to risk his life for hers, but what about his heart?
How about an excerpt?
Excerpt for One Good Man

Casey jumped out of bed suddenly deciding that she needed the comfort of her own clothes on instead of Grant’s shirt and her panties. She was just bending over to pick up her stuff when she heard a deep groan from behind her. She turned and there was Grant filling the doorway with his big frame. His gaze zeroed in on her breasts and she blushed even as she felt her nipples harden and press against the cotton of his shirt. Her gaze dropped to his jeans and there was no missing the prominent bulge behind the fly of his Levis.
He started toward her and she noticed the glass of water in his hand. It was a paper cup she seemed to recall from the bathroom which explained why he was back so quickly. He stopped when he was in front of her, so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him.
“Drink,” he grunted and she grasped the cup and carried it to her mouth. She almost dropped it when she felt his knuckles graze the tips of her breasts. She did drop it when he pinched both nipples and pulled on them.
Casey moaned as the sensation speared her from breasts to belly and all the way down. God she wanted him.
“Damn,” she heard him mutter before he locked gazes with her and stated bluntly, “I want you Casey. I want to throw you across my bed and take you hard.”
Casey shivered with her own carnal need. It had been a long time and something about Grant increased her need, her hunger. “What’s stopping you?” she tossed out before sitting on the bed and reclining back on her elbows. Her knees draped over the side and he spread them wide with his body when he stepped between them.
“I don’t like people wearing my stuff Casey,” Grant stated matter-of-factly nodding at his shirt plastered against her chest. Since he’d already said he didn’t care, she recognized the command as purely sexual. “Take it off.”
Casey couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at her lips as she caught the hem and pulled the shirt up and over her head. She tossed it behind her and leaned back once more letting him look his fill of her breasts. She could tell he liked them by the lust that flared in his eyes.
“Now the panties,” Grant ordered.
“Are they yours too?” Casey said with a laugh that made him growl. She reached down and eased the bikinis over her hips and down her legs hooking them on one foot before extending it out to Grant as an offering.
Grant took the panties and she gasped when he carried them up to his face and inhaled deeply. It was more erotic than she would have ever imagined to see him breathing holding her arousal soaked undies to his nose. She rubbed her legs together feeling more moisture seep from her slit to coat her thighs.
“Open your legs and show me how much you want me.” He stuffed the undies into his front pocket then proceeded to unbutton the dark flannel shirt he was wearing.
She spread her legs wide and lay back on the bed enjoying the view just as much as his expression said that he was. He had a deep grey thermal shirt under the flannel that made his eyes appear almost silver in the soft light. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched lightly at her nipples making them both groan. He pulled the thermal up and over his chest and Casey shivered at the sight of his naked chest covered in a light peppering of blondish brown hair that thickened in a line from belly to the top of his jeans. She knew it was pointing the way to the Promised Land.
“We’re still going to talk later, Casey.” Grant flicked open the top snap on his jeans. “You’re not going to leave ‘til I get some damn answers.”
“Whatever you say.” Casey was willing to agree to anything as she watched his hand finally reach for the zipper and pull it down.

And now for that awesome review!
http://joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/RRs/Jan08RR/OneGoodMan.CSPLT.html

One Good Man was heartbreakingly wonderful. Cindy Spencer Pape & Lacey Thorn pulled my emotions through the ringer. []I am Joyfully Recommending that everyone pick up One Good Man.



Follow the link for the entire review. Cindy and I were so excited that Jambrea Joyfully Recommended One Good Man.
I hope that you give this great book a chance. We are already working on our follow up to this legend!

Lacey Thorn
Your world...unlaced.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Ground Hog Day with Anita Birt




February 2nd is my birthday and I'm celebrating to-day. I think it was Lady Astor who once remarked. "Never ask a lady her age." So don't because I won't tell. I've had lots of flowers from family. One looks like a cake and has five candles on top. Rows and rows of different flowers build the the "cake." It's really unusual.

Back to this business of writing. I wrote a sharp little note to The National Post, a major Canadian newspaper, regarding an article that appeared on Wednesday where the words "trashy romance," were used to make a point. It's up to we romance authors to raise our voices or send off words when our writing is called trash. I'm so sick of "body rippers" used to denigrate our writings. So do as I did and take up the sword and take a swing at the offenders.

For goddesses who want to read what I wrote on my blog on December 30th, go to www.anitabirtstoryteller.blogspot.com It should have gone on the goddess blog and I think it's worth a look. I'm to blog every Friday in February. But before I leave this happy place I'm posting my covers. I have a new one for my romantic suspense, Too Young To Die but it's not approved for viewing yet.

Enjoy,
Anita
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Friday, February 1, 2008

Missing message


I wrote a big blog yesterday and it's not here! I should have blogged on January 30 and blogged on January 31 instead. What happened to it? So here I am on the first Friday in February and will celebrate with you every following Friday during February.

On February 1st, 2007 my historical romance, A Very Difficult Man, was released. I would print the blub and an excerpt but if I leave the blog I'll mess everything up. I live in hope that my book will appear in print sooner rather than later. I thought we could expect a print version within six months of release but this hasn't happened.

My hero, Lord Glenmore was seriously wounded during the Crimean War. His right leg was amputated below the knee and his eyes were affected. When the Light Cavalry was ordered to charge into the "valley of death"with Russian guns sending hundreds of troopers to their deaths, Lord Glenmore's horse was shot out under him. A young trooper riding close by had his head blown off and blood spurted my hero's eyes. Traumatized, he returned home and lived like a recluse in the family mansion until ... his mother, engaged a young lady to act as his companion. That's when the sparks flews. To learn more, purchase my book. Celebrate with me.

www.anitabirt.com
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