Books for Valentine's Day Giveaway!

My Book Boyfriend Giveaway Hop Hosted is by Reading Between the Wines Book Club & As the Pages Turn Giveaway. The hop will run from 12:01 AM February 1st through to 11:59 PM February 5th, 2012.

What better way to celebrate the month of LOVE then with your favorite book boyfriend? Whether you have a valentine or not, the swoon worthy heroes we find in romances can’t be matched anyway! So why not put on those naughty underwear and curl up with one of these steamy reads this year instead? Make you Valentine’s Day perfect by joining the My Book Boyfriend Giveaway Hop where fellow bloggers offer you the chance to win some of their favorite book boyfriends!  

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Valentine's day. Before I met my husband, the holiday of pink hearts and roses received my scorn. I spent it at the gym or with my face buried in a book. Granted, I had my face in a book most of the time, anyway. Especially romances. I have always craved the Happily Ever After of a good romance. On Valentine's Day, we all need a Happily Ever After. (And a hot hero, of course!)


Win a $10.00 Amazon gift card: perfect to get that book you've been meaning to buy!

My giveaway is open to the US and Canada. To enter, please follow my blog and comment below: Valentine's Day. Love it or hate it? 

Winner will be announced on February 6th. Also, visit the blogs below for more great giveaways! Good luck and Happy Valentine's Day!

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Confetti

January went by fast. It was the month for ideas. Ideas rained down on my head like confetti. I started many new works in progress, and it's high time to focus on one and get it polished. I'm in love with an erotic tale I started while longing for spring. I didn't expect to be writing erotica, but the muse makes these decisions, not me. *grin*

So, wish me luck. I'm headed for the slush pile in a few weeks!

Here's a little snippet from the draft:

Intent on banning Jake from her thoughts, she imagined what Kyle looked like naked. He filled out his cotton shirt and jeans in all the right places, and earlier he’d picked her up like she weighed nothing. He needed to be in control during sex, but hopefully he wouldn’t object to her exploring every inch of him.

“Now, that’s what I want to see,” he said.

“Hmm?”

“You’re wearing the smile of a woman with mischief on her mind.”

She lifted one shoulder in mock nonchalance. “I was just thinking about running my tongue over the body of a naked stranger by the light of a bonfire.”

Happy Saturday, everyone!

Autumn

Welcome!

Hello and thank you for visiting my new blog! I'm a writer of romance: paranormal, fantasy, futuristic and scifi. I like to throw in some BDSM elements, too. 


Tonight is the winter solstice, a time of new beginnings and fresh starts. I have some big writing projects in the works, but today I'm taking some time aside to start something new. I'm a panster, so things may change, but my current plan is to write a novella-length retelling of the Native American fairy tale The Boy and the Wolves. I hope to add a romantic element and use tree spirits in place of wolves. And, of course, a happy ending.


I've never been big on the wolf shapeshifter characters, at least not in romantic stories. *shrug* 


Here is  a brief summary of the original The Boy and Wolves as provided by Wikipedia:


 A man lived far from his people, but one day he died. He told his older children that they must never forsake their younger brother. Soon after, their mother died, extracting the same promise. The older brother left one day, abandoning his sister and younger brother. Later, his sister left, leaving much food and promising to come back for him, but she found her older brother with their people, married, and she also married and forgot their younger brother.

When the boy had eaten all that his sister left, he went out and ate from what the wolves killed.

One day, the older brother heard a voice singing, "My brother, my brother! I am becoming a wolf, I am becoming a wolf!" He tried to find him, but he heard wolves howl and saw his brother turn into a wolf and run off with them. He went home and mourned the rest of his life.