Monday, August 19, 2013

I Am So Excited!!!

Hi Guys!  I know it's been forever, but I swear I am going to get this blog back up and running again!  I'm jumping back into romance and erotica with a vengeance in the next year (fourteen titles coming out from Random House, Entangled, NAL and Harlequin) and I can't wait to share all the info with you!

I'm starting with Ruined, my brand new erotica from Random House.  It comes out January 7, 2014 and I"m so, so, so excited about it!  The cover reveal is going on over at Romance at Random today, so you can check everything out over there!  I'm also posting a quick excerpt here just to whet your appetite.  Hope you like it!

Here's the Blurb:

He was the last man I should love … but the first I ever could.

Ethan Frost was a visionary. A genius. Every woman’s deepest, darkest fantasy—even mine. And, somehow, I was his.

He stole into my life like a dream. Turned my reality upside down and made my every desire come true—especially those I never knew I had. He demanded everything I had to give. Gave me everything of himself in return.

But dreams don’t last forever, and ours was no exception. Because my nightmares were darker, and my wounds deeper, than I could ever reveal. And much as Ethan wanted to protect me, the secrets we didn’t know we shared could only tear us apart. 

And here's the snippet:

“Where does it hurt?” he asks after he stops in front of me.
“Hurt?”  My mouth is so dry I can barely get the word out. 
“Your hip.  Where’s the bruise?”
“Oh, right.”  I yank my eyes away from his too-pretty face, gesture awkwardly to the top of my hip.  “Here.”
I try to take the ice pack from him, but he brushes my hand away.  Then slowly, gently, presses it to my hip.
His fingers are big and warm where they rest against my waist, a direct contrast to the cold of the ice pack.  For long seconds, I don’t move.  Don’t breathe.  I can’t.  Not when he’s so close that I can feel the brush of his hair against my cheek as he tilts his head down to watch what he’s doing. 
“Is this the spot?” 
“Yes.”  My breath breaks on the single syllable.
His head jerks up then, his gaze locking onto mine.  I’ve never seen eyes so intensely blue—or so turbulent, like the storm-tossed Pacific as it beats against the shore.  
The way he’s looking at me is overwhelming.  Terrifying.  Mesmerizing.  Like he wants to devour me and at the same time shelter me.  I stand frozen—nothing so much as prey to his predator—while I wait to see which instinct will win out.

“Where does it hurt?” he asks after he stops in front of me.
“Hurt?”  My mouth is so dry I can barely get the word out. 
“Your hip.  Where’s the bruise?”
“Oh, right.”  I yank my eyes away from his too-pretty face, gesture awkwardly to the top of my hip.  “Here.”
I try to take the ice pack from him, but he brushes my hand away.  Then slowly, gently, presses it to my hip.
His fingers are big and warm where they rest against my waist, a direct contrast to the cold of the ice pack.  For long seconds, I don’t move.  Don’t breathe.  I can’t.  Not when he’s so close that I can feel the brush of his hair against my cheek as he tilts his head down to watch what he’s doing. 
“Is this the spot?” 
“Yes.”  My breath breaks on the single syllable.
His head jerks up then, his gaze locking onto mine.  I’ve never seen eyes so intensely blue—or so turbulent, like the storm-tossed Pacific as it beats against the shore.  
The way he’s looking at me is overwhelming.  Terrifying.  Mesmerizing.  Like he wants to devour me and at the same time shelter me.  I stand frozen—nothing so much as prey to his predator—while I wait to see which instinct will win out.


“Where does it hurt?” he asks after he stops in front of me.
“Hurt?”  My mouth is so dry I can barely get the word out. 
“Your hip.  Where’s the bruise?”
“Oh, right.”  I yank my eyes away from his too-pretty face, gesture awkwardly to the top of my hip.  “Here.”
I try to take the ice pack from him, but he brushes my hand away.  Then slowly, gently, presses it to my hip.
His fingers are big and warm where they rest against my waist, a direct contrast to the cold of the ice pack.  For long seconds, I don’t move.  Don’t breathe.  I can’t.  Not when he’s so close that I can feel the brush of his hair against my cheek as he tilts his head down to watch what he’s doing. 
“Is this the spot?” 
“Yes.”  My breath breaks on the single syllable.
His head jerks up then, his gaze locking onto mine.  I’ve never seen eyes so intensely blue—or so turbulent, like the storm-tossed Pacific as it beats against the shore.  
The way he’s looking at me is overwhelming.  Terrifying.  Mesmerizing.  Like he wants to devour me and at the same time shelter me.  I stand frozen—nothing so much as prey to his predator—while I wait to see which instinct will win out.

7 comments:

  1. Love this blurb, can't wait to read the entire story!!! Awesome cover too!!

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  2. Yay! Thanks! Thrilled you like it, Blanche. I've got so many fun things in store for the next year! Can't wait to share them all!

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  3. I can't wait either!! I just did a "coming soon" post at my blog to help spread the news of this new book!! :)

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  4. So, yes, this book will be added to my pre-order list. Can't wait to read it! I know it's going to be awesome.

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  5. Oh, Blanche, thanks so much! I appreciate it :)

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  6. Katrina,

    Yay! I'm writing it now and am super excited about how well it's going!!! Hope you like it :)

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    1. There hasn't been anything you've written that I haven't liked. :P So many awesome things to look forward to from you! :D

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