tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231693187950547452024-03-14T02:25:48.490-04:00Paranormal Romance ShiftersDisclaimer: I do not read every book/author I spotlight, or book tour I host! Readers, please use your own discretion before buying.Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-19141280416691913982011-03-14T20:05:00.000-04:002011-03-14T20:17:30.530-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">Come visit me at <a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm">http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm</a> . I'm a guest at LASR on Whipped Cream, live on 3/16. Come on over!</span><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-size: 17px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">Wolf! by Marie Beau</h3><div class="post-header" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; border-left-width: 6px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(247, 216, 226); border-right-width: 6px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(247, 216, 226); color: rgb(102, 0, 0); "><a href="http://whispershome.com/whispersstore/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=12&products_id=147" style="color: rgb(191, 39, 126); font-weight: bold; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwoTIjKuEs/TUg9Shjmm4I/AAAAAAAACuA/SetJerlSQUY/s200/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568768327698258818" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132216016359010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vEjoOW0430/STwjyoBszmI/AAAAAAAABok/uPPbhmVJqWQ/s200/4_BLOGGERCHERRY.gif" style="width: 78px; height: 30px; " /><br /><br /><b>Wolf! by Marie Beau</b><br />Publisher: Whispers Publishing<br />Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal<br />Length: Short Story (113 pages)<br />Other: M/F<br />Rating: 4 Cherries<br />Reviewed by Honeysuckle<br /><br />Lyssa Merrick is happy with her life leading wildlife and wilderness expeditions through the upper Adirondacks. She’s proud of the business she built on her own, and happy with the freedom to run whenever she feels the need.<br /><br />Wolfe Reardon, as leader of his pack, wants to create a wildlife sanctuary to allow certain species to repopulate the area, as well as to provide a safer environment for his pack without fear of hunters.<br /><br />When Wolfe walks into Wilderness Wanderings, he knows he’s met his mate. Lyssa, unfortunately, is not so happy to discover her destined mate is a wolf. Long ago she swore she would never be a member of a pack again and she’s sure nothing he says will change that.</blockquote><br />Lead a hike into the Adirondacks to scout out some land for an animal preservation. Easy enough assignment for an experienced tracker and lynx shifter like Lyssa Merrick. So what if the client is sex on legs. So what if he smells good enough to jump. So what if…he’s a wolf shifter and her mate? Okay, not so typical a job after all.<br /><br />Lyssa Merrick has purposely lived as far away as possible from her family and pack ever since she was made to feel an outsider. Who could blame her, really? She was a lynx living in a wolf pack. Her mother was the only other lynx she knew and was married to Lyssa’s father who is Alpha of the pack. You can imagine how Lyssa felt the need to prove that she was able to take care of herself but being separated from the pack has started to take its toll when in walks the totally delicious and breath stealing Alpha Wolfe Reardon.<br /><br />Ms. Beau has a beautiful way with words. That first meeting is so full of tension my eReader started to fog over. She describes how Lyssa reacts to realizing that the man in front of her is not only a wolf but her destined mate and I think my heart was beating just as loud as Lyssa’s when he touches her hand and her face. In the past I’ve tended to lean towards only reading wolf shifter books but the cats are starting to get to me. I could literally imagine the way my own housecat reacts when we stroke her head or rub her back. Ms. Beau describes Lyssa’s reaction as one of confusion of whether she should claw, bite or purr and that is definitely true to a cats nature.<br /><br />Wolfe is exactly the type of alpha character you would hope and expect in a shifter book. He is determined and self-confident when suddenly faced with his mate. He’s also protective and fearless when even the slightest hint of harm comes near her. In a word, Wolfe is fierce!<br /><br /><i>Wolf!</i> was a terrific little novella and I wouldn’t mind revisiting this pack again in the future. We get a sneak peek at Wolfe’s sister and her mate that left me wanting more. For a short story with a lot of heart and some heat to warm these cold nights, pick up a copy of<i>Wolf!</i><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><i><br /></i></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "><i><div class="post-body entry-content">Marie Beau</div><div class="post-body entry-content">Wolf!</div><div class="post-body entry-content">Release date: 10/1/2010</div><div class="post-body entry-content">Whispers Publishing</div><div class="post-body entry-content">http://www.whispershome.com/</div><div><br /></div></i></span></span></div></span></div></span>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-42363878217563901232011-02-10T20:19:00.004-05:002011-03-14T20:04:31.344-04:00Whipped Cream Blog Post<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">Come visit me at <a href="http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm">http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm</a> . I'm a guest at LASR on Whipped Cream, live on 3/16. Come on over!</span><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-size: 17px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; ">Wolf! by Marie Beau</h3><div class="post-header" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; border-left-width: 6px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(247, 216, 226); border-right-width: 6px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(247, 216, 226); color: rgb(102, 0, 0); "><a href="http://whispershome.com/whispersstore/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=12&products_id=147" style="color: rgb(191, 39, 126); font-weight: bold; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwoTIjKuEs/TUg9Shjmm4I/AAAAAAAACuA/SetJerlSQUY/s200/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568768327698258818" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132216016359010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vEjoOW0430/STwjyoBszmI/AAAAAAAABok/uPPbhmVJqWQ/s200/4_BLOGGERCHERRY.gif" style="width: 78px; height: 30px; " /><br /><br /><b>Wolf! by Marie Beau</b><br />Publisher: Whispers Publishing<br />Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal<br />Length: Short Story (113 pages)<br />Other: M/F<br />Rating: 4 Cherries<br />Reviewed by Honeysuckle<br /><br />Lyssa Merrick is happy with her life leading wildlife and wilderness expeditions through the upper Adirondacks. She’s proud of the business she built on her own, and happy with the freedom to run whenever she feels the need.<br /><br />Wolfe Reardon, as leader of his pack, wants to create a wildlife sanctuary to allow certain species to repopulate the area, as well as to provide a safer environment for his pack without fear of hunters.<br /><br />When Wolfe walks into Wilderness Wanderings, he knows he’s met his mate. Lyssa, unfortunately, is not so happy to discover her destined mate is a wolf. Long ago she swore she would never be a member of a pack again and she’s sure nothing he says will change that.</blockquote><br />Lead a hike into the Adirondacks to scout out some land for an animal preservation. Easy enough assignment for an experienced tracker and lynx shifter like Lyssa Merrick. So what if the client is sex on legs. So what if he smells good enough to jump. So what if…he’s a wolf shifter and her mate? Okay, not so typical a job after all.<br /><br />Lyssa Merrick has purposely lived as far away as possible from her family and pack ever since she was made to feel an outsider. Who could blame her, really? She was a lynx living in a wolf pack. Her mother was the only other lynx she knew and was married to Lyssa’s father who is Alpha of the pack. You can imagine how Lyssa felt the need to prove that she was able to take care of herself but being separated from the pack has started to take its toll when in walks the totally delicious and breath stealing Alpha Wolfe Reardon.<br /><br />Ms. Beau has a beautiful way with words. That first meeting is so full of tension my eReader started to fog over. She describes how Lyssa reacts to realizing that the man in front of her is not only a wolf but her destined mate and I think my heart was beating just as loud as Lyssa’s when he touches her hand and her face. In the past I’ve tended to lean towards only reading wolf shifter books but the cats are starting to get to me. I could literally imagine the way my own housecat reacts when we stroke her head or rub her back. Ms. Beau describes Lyssa’s reaction as one of confusion of whether she should claw, bite or purr and that is definitely true to a cats nature.<br /><br />Wolfe is exactly the type of alpha character you would hope and expect in a shifter book. He is determined and self-confident when suddenly faced with his mate. He’s also protective and fearless when even the slightest hint of harm comes near her. In a word, Wolfe is fierce!<br /><br /><i>Wolf!</i> was a terrific little novella and I wouldn’t mind revisiting this pack again in the future. We get a sneak peek at Wolfe’s sister and her mate that left me wanting more. For a short story with a lot of heart and some heat to warm these cold nights, pick up a copy of<i>Wolf!</i><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><i><br /></i></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "><i><div class="post-body entry-content">Marie Beau</div><div class="post-body entry-content">Wolf! </div><div class="post-body entry-content">Release date: 10/1/2010</div><div class="post-body entry-content">Whispers Publishing</div><div class="post-body entry-content">http://www.whispershome.com/</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div></i></span></span></div></span></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-2401600273796043502010-10-30T22:33:00.003-04:002010-10-30T11:59:22.922-04:00Wolf!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMwuM0zW-BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zGKW5nZUNWM/s1600/wolf.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMwuM0zW-BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zGKW5nZUNWM/s200/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533848839998863378" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Thanks to all those who joined in the Blog Tour last week. It was great fun. Judy was the winner of the free copy of <i><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/wolf.html">Wolf</a>!.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; ">Marie,</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div> This is great!! Thanks so much!! I enjoyed the tour, a lot of fun!!!</div><div> </div><span><div> <wbr> Judy</div></span></span><p class="MsoNormal">So here's a little snippet from <i>Wolf!</i>. </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif""><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif""><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">Wilderness Wanderings</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">38 Militant Falls</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">Saliston, NY</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">For a casual hike, a week long trek, </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">wilderness or wildlife education, </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">or any other reason to explore the great </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">outdoors – we would be happy to be your guide.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif""></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; "><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as if he had caught her little joke to herself. He looked away and glanced around the shop. “I’d like to schedule a hike into the Adirondacks and your services come highly recommended…assuming you’re Lyssa Merrick.” He pointed at the plaque on the wall behind her. </span></i></p><i> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">His voice, like warm maple syrup, poured over her. A vision flashed across her mind of hiking with him, touching, holding hands. She blinked and did a mental shake. She flipped open her planner. “How long a hike are you planning?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"">Wiping her damp palms on her jeans, she tried not to breathe too deeply. His scent had her wanting to step closer and inhale him, to touch him…to lean into his broad chest, dip her tongue into his...<i>whoa. Down girl.</i></span></p></i><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">And here's what a few fellow authors had to say:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; ">Christine DePetrillo says:</p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Author Marie Beau spins a fabulous tale of finding one’s mate and having the patience to wait for love. Her characters, Lyssa and Wolfe, are well-written and dynamic. The contrast between their spoken language and body language is both amusing and alluring—a perfect example of how reason and logic don’t always know what the body and heart know.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><o:p> </o:p></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Having read a great deal of shapeshifter stories, what I found most pleasing about Beau’s <b><span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic">Wolf!</span></b> was how comfortable the characters were in their animal forms. So many books of this paranormal nature describe characters who are self-conscious about their abilities to shift. They are sometimes fearful of shifting or so concerned with trying to hide their wild sides that they can’t enjoy being themselves. Beau’s characters openly embrace their furry forms and a sexy playfulness shines through.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><o:p> </o:p></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">I’ve always thought I could make it as a shapeshifter. Marie Beau’s <b><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic">Wolf!</span></b> makes me want to howl at the moon even more. </i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Christine DePetrillo</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">ALASKA HEART, The Wild Rose Press, available now</i></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; ">ALLEY CAT, Whispers Publishing, available now</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="http://www.christinedepetrillo.blogspot.com/">www.christinedepetrillo.blogspot.com</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "><a href="http://www.apinchofromance.blogspot.com/">www.apinchofromance.blogspot.com</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">And from Skhye Moncrief:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">WOLF!,</span></span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a sexy little story that takes pack mentality down to the level of the individual, offers a heroine the reader can relate to, a hero that any woman would desire, and a whole lot of sizzling magnetic attraction...</span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><i><span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Skhye Moncief</span></span></i></span></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></span></p><span><span>HE OF THE FIERY SWORD</span></span><div><span><span>FORBIDDEN ETERNITY</span></span></div><div><span><span>THE SPELL OF THE KILLING MOON</span></span></div><div><span><span>SACRIFICIAL HEARTS</span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; font-size: 13px; "><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://skhyemoncrief.com/" style="line-height: 1.2em; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288454012_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; ">http://skhyemoncrief.com</span></a> </span></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; font-size: 13px; 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You can really identify with their animal instincts....I love the nuzzling! Wolfe is so sexy and protective...he's a wonderful hero. 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font-family: 'Brush Script MT'; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); ">Marie Beau</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); ">Wolf! </span></i></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); ">Release date: 10/1/2010</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); ">Whispers Publishing</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.whispershome.com/</span></a></span></p></span></div></i></span></i></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"><br /></span></span></p><p></p></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-86671127444589456242010-10-28T23:00:00.002-04:002010-10-29T20:20:29.402-04:00Halloween Party fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artfactory.com/images/Solid-Wood-Door-4455AT.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 615px; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMeTC-Zy8gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sC87EMHEZ8M/s200/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552346568159746" /></a><div>Welcome to the Shape Shifter Halloween Party Blog Tour! Come on in, sit down and have some punch and snacks! We hope you've had fun all week and that you'll stick around for the party and chat with some of us a little later. The place should be pretty full from 9 - 11PM (sorry, that's EST). Lots of the characters are coming, and I'm sure you'll be able to find a few authors in the bunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once again, there's still time to enter the drawing for a copy of <i><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/wolf.html">Wolf!</a> </i>Just leave a comment and tell me what kind of animal shifter she is and what she does for a living. (If you click on the title you can sneak a peek and find the answers...)</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's get on with the party! </div><img src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/CSP/CSP250/k2509658.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div>"Will you leave the beef jerky alone, Wolfe. There won't be any left for our guests. I only made ten pounds!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Wolfe stepped closer to Lyssa and pulled her to him. "Have a taste. You've outdone yourself." Wolfe licked at her lips until she started laughing - then he dove in.</div><div><br /></div><div>As usual, Lyssa could only hold on for the ride. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she sipped at his tongue, enjoying not just the tang of the jerky but the sweet taste of Wolfe. "Mmmm, maybe I should have made more..."</div><img src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/CSP/CSP029/k0294093.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div>Wolfe's chuckle vibrated through her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lyssa pushed out of Wolfe's arms when the doorbell rang. "Be good," she said, as she turned to get the door. She looked over her shoulder as she stepped around the cage of rabbits, catching a glimpse of Wolfe munching on another piece of jerky. "That's what I get for cooking meat," she grumbled. "Next time I'll make cookies." She yanked open the heavy wooden door and stared out at the troop of gypsies on the doorstep - unless they were in costume - but they certainly looked like the real thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Um, can I help you?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Is this the Reardon house?"</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Was that an Irish lilt in his voice? And what was a priest doing with them? </i>Lyssa stepped back to watch as they carried some strange looking instruments into the house - what looked like a hollow log and a large rock, among other things.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Buck!" Wolfe said from behind her as he held out his hand. "I was a little worried you weren't going to make it."</div><div><br /></div><div>Lyssa glanced back and forth between them. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh, just a little side trip along the way. We had to dodge a paparazzi fellow, but no worries."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Come on then, you can set up in the Great Hall. There'll be plenty of room for everyone." Wolfe put his arm around Lyssa's shoulders and turned her so they could lead the way. "These are the Travelers," he said as he met her gaze. "They have a couple CD's out and I'm sure most of our guests will love their music. Kind of a taste of the wild."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Just how many 'guests' are we expecting tonight?" She glanced around at the meager snacks she had put out. "I thought you said a few friends were joining us."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Friends, family, friends of family...you know how these things grow. A bear, a few werewolves, an elf, and a few angels." He shrugged. Wolfe kissed the top of her head. "Who knows? No need to worry. A number of people are bringing snacks, plus we have fresh meat."</div><div><br /></div><div>Her eyes went wide. "No one is eating those rabbits in this castle! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get blood off of stone floors and walls?" Lyssa stomped her foot. "I am not going to spend days cleaning this place or paying a huge bill to the owners to have it cleaned."</div><div><br /></div><div>Wolfe smiled, his gold eyes glowing. He slid a hand through her hair and leaned down for a kiss. "Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you're all flushed and your whiskers are showing?" His thumb brushed over her lip, tickling the whiskers that had sprouted there. He gave her one more chaste kiss then whispered in her ear, "The owners will be here too. They're not worried about it."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Just who are the owners?" Lyssa narrowed her eyes and looked around. The pumpkins and glowing ghouls and goblins had certainly livened up what had been a pretty gloomy place. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Doesn't matter. You'll meet them soon enough."</div><div><br /></div><div>The doorbell rang again and Lyssa glanced up at Wolfe. "You want to get that?"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Come on in and join the party...the more the merrier...right?Let's see what Anthony has to say today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "> . </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hopping time is over! Time to join the party!</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">When the doorbell rang again, Lyssa opened the door wide. "Come in, come in," she said, and held out her hand. "And you would be?"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Umm, Max and Richard. Wolfe invited us."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">She nodded her head. "I'm sure he did." She noticed the dish in their hands, but didn't ask what it was. She pointed behind her. "You can find him in the Great Hall helping the band to set up. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">They nodded their heads as they passed and she heard them say, "I didn't know there was gonna be live...shit! look at all those rabbits. I hope there's gonna be a hunt!"</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Lyssa shuddered but her inner cat growled in agreement.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Hi."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">She turned her head so fast she could have been on <i>The Exorcist.</i> "Hi." She clutched her hand tight to keep the claws in her own palm.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Hi, I'm Gregor, and this is Regina."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Lyssa took a deep breath and smiled. "Hi." She held out her hand. "I'm Lyssa. Come on in. Wolfe is in the Great Hall with a few other guests."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Sorry if we're early-"</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"No, no, any friend of Wolfe's is welcome anytime."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Again they nodded and followed down the hall in the direction she had pointed. "Look at those paintings - and the murals...and those rabbits. Do you think-"</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And she couldn't hear anymore. She turned back to the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. Four golden eyes stared back at her and a pair of sinfully blue ones gazed at her. The wings on their backs, although folded in, were daunting nonetheless.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">The one with blue eyes and long black hair stepped forward and took her hand to kiss it, his lips soft as silk. "You must be Lyssa." His blue eyes pierced her.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">She nodded and tried to pull her hand back but he held onto it gently. Let me introduce myself. I'm Grayson, this is Eli." He gestured to his left. "And this is Gabriel."<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Welcome," she whispered then cleared her throat. "Please, join Wolfe and some of our other guests in the Great Hall." She gestured behind herself and breathed a sigh as they walked through.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">She turned back in time as a man and woman walked through with a nod. "I'm Jack, and this is Kate."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Lyssa nodded back. "Come on in."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">With a heavy sigh she stared out into the darkness then turned back to the cage of rabbits. A smile tilting her lips, she lifted the door at the end of the cage and the rabbits slowly realized freedom was calling. As the last one hopped out the door Wolfe stepped into the hallway.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Lyssa?"</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">She turned back and smiled as she shifted. If she could have spoken she would have dared him to match her catch. The last thing she heard was the scrabble of claws on the stone floor as she leaped out the door.</span></span></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-14876089302860706632010-10-27T23:00:00.006-04:002010-10-28T08:33:34.817-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532529798455835106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMd-igI5OeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nOHy9V2Y0pk/s200/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" />Welcome to our Shape Shifter Blog Tour. You are welcome to follow from site to site, or to pick and choose where you want to go from the list at the bottom of the page. However you do it, don't forget to leave a message. Many sites are giving away a copy of their book - just follow the hints on how to win. For a copy of <i><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/wolf.html">Wolf!</a>, </i>tell me what kind of animal Lyssa is, and what she does for a living. I will choose a winner from those with the correct answers. (Click on the title for a quick look.) <div><br /></div><div>A full list of participating sites can be found at the bottom of this blog. <div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Let's spend a little time with Lyssa and Wolfe and see what they're up </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">to before the party begins.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://www.all-about-wolves.com/art/wolf_29_small.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>"What on earth are you planning, Wolfe?" Lyssa stared at a bunch of rabbits in the cage in the middle of the room. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.idahoreporter.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/wolf1.jpg"><br /></a><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">"Just a little surprise for a few friends..." Wolfe licked his lips, his eyes gleaming like his wolf counterpart. He stared at a plump hare that sat grooming his long ears. "Maybe a little game of hide and seek at the party...who knows."</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Lyssa glanced over at the pups and kitten playing on the floor then raised her gaze to his. "I think the pups should go stay at mom and dad's for the weekend."</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Wolfe's golden eyes dropped to half mast and settled on Lyssa as he took a step </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">closer, then another. She could feel his body heat from where he stood, inches away.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">His nostrils flared when he leaned forward. "Sounds like a wonderful idea." His hand slid over her collar bone and around her neck, his thumb rubbing her lips until she opened slightly.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">She licked the pad of his thumb and bit down. They both groaned.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Lyssa stepped forward the scant inches and breathed deeply. Wolfe's warm musky scent had her planting her nose in his neck, her tongue sneaking out for a taste of him.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">His hand rubbed the back of her neck, and Lyssa tilted her head into his palm. She rubbed her cheek against him.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="data:image/jpg;base64,/9j/4AAQSkZJRgABAQAAAQABAAD/2wBDAAkGBwgHBgkIBwgKCgkLDRYPDQwMDRsUFRAWIB0iIiAdHx8kKDQsJCYxJx8fLT0tMTU3Ojo6Iys/RD84QzQ5Ojf/2wBDAQoKCg0MDRoPDxo3JR8lNzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzc3Nzf/wAARCABOAGgDASIAAhEBAxEB/8QAGwAAAQUBAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAABQADBAYHAgH/xAA4EAACAQMDAgQDBgUDBQAAAAABAgMABBEFEiETMSJBUWEGcYEHFJGhsfAjJDJCwRVS4WJyotHx/8QAFwEBAQEBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQACA//EABoRAQEBAQEBAQAAAAAAAAAAAAABEQISIUH/2gAMAwEAAhEDEQA/AM+M2rJHO63FyYkYKXWYkKO/fNBZb27vUEU1xLNtBAEjE+Xv8vzqaJwLaVFkkMciqvT3YBIxzij1voFt93gmgAe4SNXlVySGB55A8hnHHPejYormnQyzx9GNJJQ+AUQZJ+lS0sprO4QzWzwyf2iVSB+dXvTNSjMItRElptGBEuAuPUHj8fbkeVN/e7xLtEOonaEHIkPi55+vf/3Vqxn8szG5eS7yWxjkEZ9qK6Jrgt75SyHpb26e7kjk4FWy5vL3V5zp8c29dwWV25PPkO+Pn3+te658P2stnFb2VusUtk7KhVMb8gE5x74596t/FgLreqMsj9cROZlyGH6VXzK0m90jYW5xnHHNTbzSNVmlYzafcgAcBYmI7e1K303UXi6KWlwGXjZ025/KkHrQQwnaTwwyrFd3NWbT7zJit7nCs6hlwMfKoen/AAdrFxAhl6EIIyA8nP1ABxROb4Ivph1Wv4FbjaQrE8AUYj2o2NxFHEHjQxTPnAf19azLXIRb6rdwgBdrkYrVH0/VYY0Mkkc0YXxPHlgSP0rK9fhlbVLp5WyxkJJHnTBA+9J6wk/3oGH+aVeSnfaxKwOUcgH2pUt/Fg1C3K/zASIJwNvlipmkahKnRSHeWMJVjgBFXJwTxkjvxTDNbatLa2inphpMFz2VRyxqyIlvJcCKyiWMkFQT2VQO5/fNAgfZRM80roWUoeZXHOeMbfQZPyoiLG4a5MIiKv0doOexXAB9jn6fOu1t7uIPLFaxTyKjBoS5Tf5jDbsevofQHNSY7qKTU45z1xC8gIyAGCkhvlkZNZSLaQyLcJJs3ggFJ0wCoz5j6UV0S3vUv2lae3eJ3O5T4WZcdvSokcF9eFp3WO1MseBHGd/TU8kEnz9RzyScgjFPxNMkjpPIC8EbMHCkZXjBPPsRUhTUXNneRwhxFHJ4xnvkHkc9x+mRXsWoJJjYY5A39zHJ9e3A/wDtCviO7WS80/fHukEO9tpwc5AHP09fKm1uYZVBmVhJgbYyxZuPIc4/fam1SDck0A8YZcjGUjlPB78+Xt3qRbXsLoek0jEDP8QEY+pqpSTIEbpL0FzuKtIFPPbPP/GDXReTwNA0hJG4bJcsrewx+R9PI4o9U4vDSMF6qghsZAGMY9c55oPrWhadrq7L2BYpWHglj/rGexJOAR7c1Fh1TMJLbmmCbg7DHPpj0PpXU2qZJfxEHgFeMEeWD51qXRYpL/Z3qEl30Y7u06KMf4xJ5+mO9KrpaTtK5ZpQkuNzEgYJ9B7Uqxe/vxqc6zTQVkm1lCqgLEDzngnHarrpETb4DsGUg27vqc/Xis3srya3beuYxu3Crp8Pax0L6yncg2lyemcpk9Uk8D8vxrbC3OEZQ81uUjwV347fT/mhjXF3FqkFjFpiO0mHjfcNrx85YHsAMd88efcVbIrP7xCY+vIF4xJE2Cp9RQ2T4Nkm1UXb6/c4VwV8eGA9MAYJ96x01ykw9OK3kaBUlEcWQ2cDP4HPPHrQPUpobOGSW4uW3zxgbUPIz75x5Yqyz6THDDL1Z7iWE5d3lcsxwOPliqLaRD4ml1ea4kEdghjjjlIwFXdgn51qCnbq2SK8t5A7ti2XCqfLc2PPzzT0Vz0nLuryxkYEpzhPPC/pUeyeWZCZERQqxpHzzsUYB+ZGeadulBRhEjhST4ickDt+yaKTU5DIXhLqMZwyjJHHoMZz/n3riJjDGdkLSbjt6iuCFbH93p5e3Ip8WkZgLThTEowGweeB5n996HxNFcXHQh4TADFQRkDy/E/hQVlgZU0+Qs0Rfjcr8Y7dveg0gfYshBQY5Pbd78nHYU7emVkiiVcStyec8AcCmrqeKWExyZCnAznsMnHB/wA9qYKm208a2ql4NsX+7GfXvz7d/elUVo5FiQRK2wr41IyWPY4+gpVm8mVmr3ayRmPYuWYHcRzR7SFhvLKXSzLzPl7Y9tkwBwD/AN3b54qv/cnRot/9LHGT2z6UQihZJUaGQKVYHw9+DnNdGGx/Z3drJ8GWdzdYUhChyPJSQP0p+W+jFwbw4AB7HyH7NUPQNSuP9Pg0vBSOIsYxn+sk5JNHWTxgyryuCVLYBPfiilbdf1C2f4VuLmKQMjRFcj/q4H61n9lMI/grStKij2l1M90R3J3EgH6/4ojPsFuIVlxAw3AE8buR2/Oh7anaWYCI4fBGSB3Hy/far8SXb6bI0CF4yOMZ53N7Cpc1vb2Vm33u4TbFyR55x+godJrdzdShoD08DC4HOPp2ru20v79cKzCSSViNqDLNn1xRpxGeS61kRp/EhijIKJ23eWT5edHdC0uCOxnkueWkB8Z/flVi0/4Jvrjmdo7OEgYUks34A8fjRpfgxBb9E3p2eWIu3/lViZRLcKqOVDBVUqM8kHt3/fembk4aN8mNV8W0Dg9x3+YrRJvs0EodDqu1Tjbi37Y7f3Un+zWRIlEWopIVXGJIioP4E4qSnaaReZRsrtYEgEcAfLuKVEptFutF1QxTx7WdcKwOQ4Pc5pVamMzmRnWCSUBFGVYnIHzqfayPLewmGNGbADAZwR61e1+yu7QqlzqNsIAPEY4yX+matlj8BaTFGjIZ9wUAt1AM/gK6eKxrLr+6MBR+ltkjx29aselXA1yFJLbK3CjEgJyAPM/Krjf/AGbaVqO0tcXUWO4WQEH55XP51YtD+FtL0VP5a3UtgAseSf8AA+gq8mM+h0aG4jZ5Q0uw7QCSVJx6dqZtfh2G5ldJ1CnPhdAFIGe5GMGtUk0KzklaRE2Mx3MFOBn2FdW2jWiOCE3MBwWJOPlWfFa1m1poM1hfxxzxiRWHhZQSD7jA7+1aR8PaetlF1HVRLJ6DkD0okLODABDY9M0nUKU28YNU5mi1OGMUmIArgMAvaud2c0Iidz8V1vxxTbuEXgVH6zVrE41S2ivLcxyjOOVI7qfUUq9eTgk0qfMq1//Z" border="0" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Wolfe's thumb tilted her chin up as he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">His lips brushed against her ear then sank onto hers. "How soon could they pick them up, do you think?" he mumbled against her lips.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Lyssa panted when he lifted his head away and she had to clear her throat to respond. She rubbed her lower body against him and whimpered then glanced back at the pups. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">"I'll go call them now. Maybe they can come right away." </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Wolfe's arm tightened around her waist. "In a minute." His hands were everywhere, touching, petting, squeezing...then his lips joined the game. He nibbled softly on her lips until she sighed and opened for him. His tongue accepted the invitation and sank deep.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Lyssa wrapped her hands behind his neck, trying to draw him closer, to crawl onto him, to absorb him into herself.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">The sound of a door opening drew both their attention.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">"What? You couldn't wait a few more minutes till we picked them up?" Lyssa's </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">mother asked with a chuckle.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/BDX/BDX124/bxp27912.jpg" border="0" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">"Mom..."</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Her mother waved a hand at her. "You just go ahead with what you were doing. Thank goodness someone had the good sense to call us earlier." She glanced at Wolfe. "You know, we're not opposed to a few more pups. Enjoy your party." She whisked the kids together and scooted them toward the door.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Wolfe laughed and slid around behind Lyssa, rubbing against her while his hands held her steady. He lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against hers. "Me either. We have plenty of time to get ready for the party. Let's just relax for a bit." </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">His hand slid across her stomach, his little finger delving into her belly button as she heard the door close. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Lyssa moaned, happy to leave herself in his capable hands.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Next stop on the tour is Anthony Stevens... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 24px;font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;" ><a href="http://masteranthonystevens.com/">http://masteranthonystevens.com/</a></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">with the rest to follow. Enjoy the tour!</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;color:black;" ><a href="http://kmnbooks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://kmnbooks.blogspot.com/</a><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;color:black;" ></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;color:black;" ><a href="http://quackersandtease.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc;">http://quackersandtease.blogspot.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;" ><a href="http://mariposacruz.blogspot.com/">http://mariposacruz.blogspot.com/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;color:black;" ><a href="http://www.aeryntraxx.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc;">www.aeryntraxx.blogspot.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;" ></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;" ><a href="http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com/apps/blog/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc;">http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com/apps/blog/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;color:black;" ><a href="http://catherinebybee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc;">http://catherinebybee.blogspot.com/</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;color:#500050;" ><a href="http://www.maryalicepritchard.com/blog" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc;">www.maryalicepritchard.com/blog</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;" ><a href="http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com/">http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com/</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;" ><span style="color:#0000cc;"><a href="http://simoneeden.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://simoneeden.blogspot.com/</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%;font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;" >Enjoy your travels!</span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-56283979445372946272010-10-25T23:00:00.000-04:002010-10-25T23:00:02.085-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMSHXuTmsUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WhRLLk_9dH4/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMSHXuTmsUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WhRLLk_9dH4/s200/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531695083954811202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" >Welcome today to Paty Jager, author #9. Here's a little of what I could learn about her.</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">Paty Jager has always had a fascination with the Native Americans and how they were treated. In her trilogy about Nez Perce spirits she has captured the Nez Perce lifestyle and inserted her imagination of what the spirits would be like if they could or did walk this earth. One shifts into wolf form, one into an elk, and one into a bald eagle.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Cambria","serif";mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; ">She has five historical western romance novels available through The Wild Rose Press and one contemporary western, which won the 2008 Best Contemporary Romance EPPIE. To learn more about Paty drop by her website: <a href="http://www.patyjager.net/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://www.patyjager.net</span></a> To purchase her books to go to <a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://www.thewildrosepress.com</span></a> or any e-book or print outlet.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Blurb</span></p><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMT3u-3x6lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KaBxeV46AwM/s200/SpiritOfTheMountain_w3449_680.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531818628840811090" /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Wren, the daughter of a Nimiipuu chief, has been fated to save her people ever since her vision quest. When a warrior from the enemy Blackleg tribe asks for her hand in marriage to bring peace between the tribes, her world is torn apart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Himiin is the spirit of the mountain, custodian to all creatures including the Nimiipuu. As a white wolf </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; ">he listens to Wren’s secret fears and loses his heart to the mortal maiden. Respecting her people’s beliefs, he cannot prevent her leaving the mountain with the Blackleg warrior.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">When an evil spirit threatens Wren’s life, Himiin must leave the mountain to save her. But to leave the mountain means he’ll turn to smoke…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Wren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “My gift is to save The People. The weyekin who came to me in my vision quest said this.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if staving off a cold breeze.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Himiin hated that they argued when they should relish their time together. He moved to her, drawing her against his chest, embracing her. The shape of her body molded to his. Her curves pressed against him. Holding her this way flamed the need he’d tried to suppress.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">He placed a hand under her chin, raising her face to his. The sorrow in her eyes tugged at his conscience. To make her leaving any harder was wrong. But having experienced her in his arms, he was grieved to let her go. Even for the sake of their people.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her pulse quickened under his fingers. Shrugging off the consequences, he lowered his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined. Her breath hitched as he touched her intimately. Parting his lips, he touched her with his tongue, wanting to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Honey.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">She tasted of sweet honey straight from the bosom of a bee tree.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">One taste was not enough. He pulled her closer, moving his lips across hers, tasting and savoring the feel of them.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Her mouth opened and she sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> His body came to life. The sensations transcended anything he’d experienced before. How could one woman make him feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Why did he wish to crush her to him and never let go and yet feel compelled to treat her with the tenderness </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">one would give the tiniest of creatures? He couldn’t continue this way.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">To hold her, to touch her soft skin. He would never be able to let her go.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">He must</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#500050"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span style="font-size:36.0pt;font-family:"Edwardian Script ITC","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:#993399">Paty Jager</span></b><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family: "Edwardian Script ITC","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#330099"><br /></span><span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:"Franklin Gothic Medium","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black">Award Winning<br />Western Romance Author</span><b><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Franklin Gothic Medium","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black"><br /></span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Franklin Gothic Medium","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black"><a href="http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com</span></a></span><span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"Franklin Gothic Medium","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black"><br /></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Franklin Gothic Medium","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black"><a href="http://www.patyjager.net/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://www.patyjager.net</span></a></span><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:#500050"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-34306748641293566162010-10-24T21:49:00.003-04:002010-10-24T22:57:56.251-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMTi2JdzjfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1rehzDsryiU/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMTi2JdzjfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1rehzDsryiU/s400/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531795662199557618" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 8 of the introduction of our Halloween Blog Tour guests brings us some information about Simone Eden.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Here's a nibble...</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Simone Eden became addicted to reading around age eight when her teacher read Charlotte's Web aloud to the class. She began writing her own novels in high school. She is a mother, wife and grandmother, has lived for more than half a century, and held many jobs. But her great passion is writing. In her stories she explores sensuality and spirituality but with strange settings or characters. </div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Sounds like just our cup of potion, would you care for some? No, well, here's a niblet of her story:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Blurb<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Spell of the Cat </i><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>is a fantasy romance about a race of shape-shifting cat-like creatures, called Baashi. They've hidden from humans for thousands of years. But a scientist has recently discovered a pack and is conducting experiments to learn more about them.</p><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R6b_Utt30M/TKsRfyHirSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CibnbrxNtjE/S390/SpelloftheCat_LgWeb.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Jenna, a computer specialist at the research laboratory and Keth, one of the males of the pack, are thrown together in a series of mind-shattering encounters that bond them to one another. Can the pyschic connection known as 'mys' become something stronger through the power of love?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Excerpt</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><i>Keth snapped awake. A tiny house cat was snuggled up against him. When he moved, it sneezed delicately and scooted closer. Keth eased himself away. A sharp pain in his side reminded him of his predicament and the night's events. He stretched his body while absorbing the sensual awareness from the nearby human woman. The woman with her strong, beautiful spirit.<br /><br /><br />Being with her had started to heal him. His bones were stitching back together; the pain lessening. His friends had brought him to this house because of the powerful healing he needed. Since ancient times, energy had flowed between Baashi and humans in a therapeutic symbiosis, benefiting both.<br /><br />A pulse on the side of his head teased Keth with the woman's nearness. The bond between them was already woven thick. His inner </i><em>mys</em><i> itched to join with her. Leaping to his feet, Keth concentrated on transforming. A knot of pain protested the exertion of his power but he focused harder. With sparkling and crackling, his body wrenched into man form and he stood upright, naked, shaking long dark hair back from his eyes. The woman's house cat backed away from him, hissing and flicking its tail in antagonism. Keth ignored it.<br /><br />Scratches marred his muscular legs, a bruise discolored the golden skin over his ribs. He ran one hand through his hair. He still had a headache, but he felt much better than when he arrived here. He looked towards the woman's door.<br /><br />One more exchange with her should finish his healing. On bare feet, air caressing his naked skin, he padded across the living room. But when he reached for the doorknob, the little cat sprang out and sank its teeth into his toe. Keth cursed, his leg reflexively kicking out. The animal tumbled across the floor and righted itself at once, hissing and arching its back. Keth hissed a warning of his own. The cat backed down and Keth turned the knob on the door.<br /><br />There was no sound within the room as he eased the door open. Keth slipped inside and shut the door behind him, leaning back against it. The woman on the bed lay in a deep sleep due to the enspelling nature of the </i><em>mys</em><i> bond woven between them. A stream of light from the slightly opened bathroom door flowed over her honey-caramel skin. She was an exquisite dessert laid out for him. Her hair was hidden by a cranberry colored wrap, which suited her skin tone, but he knew rich mahogany waves of hair fell past her shoulders. Dark lashes swept her cheeks and rosy lips were parted. The unconscious sensuality of the scene warmed his core and caused his erection to thicken and rise further. He hungered for the most direct connection, physical joining.<br /><br />She was ripe. He knew from the energy pulsing between them that she was a good match for him, capable of direct connection with her inner core. Anticipation forced his cock harder, higher.<br /><br />Keth sucked in his breath. The woman's aura drew him across the room. </i><em>Mys</em><i> leapt out wrapping around both of them, knitting their energy together. He stopped beside the bed, holding his breath. He was so shaken that it was an effort to keep her shielded from awareness of him.</i></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:0in"><b><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Website <a href="http://simoneeden.blogspot.com/"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">http://simoneeden.blogspot.com</span></a><br />Email: <a href="mailto:simone_eden@yahoo.com"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">simone_eden@yahoo.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:0in"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/simone_eden#!/profile.php"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">http://www.facebook.com/simone_eden#!/profile.php</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:0in"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">AllRomanceebooks<br /><a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-spellofthecat-473687-142.html"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-spellofthecat-473687-142.html</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "> </p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-19146552000701668112010-10-23T23:00:00.006-04:002010-10-24T07:57:12.625-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMD2cX3nEOI/AAAAAAAAADg/IUUu1TI27ns/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMD2cX3nEOI/AAAAAAAAADg/IUUu1TI27ns/s320/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530691309715001570" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:15.0pt;margin-bottom: 7.5pt;margin-left:15.0pt;line-height:14.4pt"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Welcome to Day 7 of our Blog Tour Author introductions. Today we have Mary Alice Pritchard.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:15.0pt;margin-bottom: 7.5pt;margin-left:15.0pt;line-height:14.4pt"><span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"><span class="Apple-style-span">Here's a little info that I could dig up about her.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:15.0pt;margin-bottom: 7.5pt;margin-left:15.0pt;line-height:14.4pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:15.0pt;margin-bottom: 7.5pt;margin-left:15.0pt;line-height:14.4pt"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 15pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 15pt; line-height: 14.4pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Born in<span style="color:black"> Greenwood, Mississippi, Mary Alice Pritchard has lived all over the state of Mississippi. She's a nurse and has worked in nearly every area of the profession including Home Health and Hospice. Her favorite area in the hospital is the Emergency Department with its fast pace and constant change, a true adrenaline junkie!</span></span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 15pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 15pt; line-height: 14.4pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">Drawing from the rich culture of the</span>South and her own menagerie of experiences over the years, she spins addictive tales of romantic intrigue, mystery and suspense mixed with the paranormal and lightly sprinkled with her unique style of humor.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 15pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 15pt; line-height: 14.4pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">Presently living in the northern part of the state, she works in the reimbursement area of finance for a large health system and quietly creates conspiracies and conundrums to entertain herself while plugging away at work. She lives with several muses who both inspire and conspire against her, their feline antics a constant source of entertainment and inspiration for her writing. Her love of animals is only matched by her love of books and the joy of ex</span>ploring a new world every time she begins a new one.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 15pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 15pt; line-height: 14.4pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 15pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 15pt; line-height: 14.4pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Here's a peek at her latest, Leopard Dreams, Book 2 of her Tales of the Cat.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 15pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 15pt; line-height: 14.4pt; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TMOUJ_0XHiI/AAAAAAAAADo/HIMQZdzSWu0/s320/LeopardDreams_w2876_120.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531427666811887138" /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(77, 77, 77); "></span></span></i></p><p style="padding-top: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; ">Zack is a were-jaguar, first to be king of the southern pride, and in Kristen he's found his true mate. But is she part of the experiments the humans are performing on weres? Or is she innocent? Will he have to fight his best friend and the king to possess her?</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: black; ">Kristen is a were-leopard searching for her brother. She doesn't need, or want, a mate--especially not a jaguar. Despite all of Zack's efforts, she refuses to acknowledge him. Will she learn to trust Zack? Or will she run away to escape her past and Zack's love?</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Excerpt:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">His mo</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">uth dipped down to softly touch her lips with his. He placed soft kisses against her lips, butterfly kisses that made her shiver and ache to reach up and grab his hair. She wanted to pull him down against her, but she balled her hands into fists under the sudsy water and just let him kiss her like a china doll.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">The</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"> feel of his lips so light and delicate against the corner of her mouth and then the corners of her eyes drew a whimper from deep inside. Kristen wanted to curse the weakness washing over her in slow thick waves. His mouth moved to her temple.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">Heat reached out from his body to hers and though he didn't touch her anywhere with any part of his body other than his lips, she wanted him to. Dear God, she wanted him to touch her all over.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><br /><br />Mary Alice Pritchard Romantic Suspense -</span><span style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><br />Pushing You To The Edge</span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"> </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><br /><a href="http://www.maryalicepritchard.com/" target="_blank"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:#0000CC">www.maryalicepritchard.com</span></a></span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> </span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:#0000CC"><a href="http://www.maryalicepritchard.com/blog" target="_blank">www.maryalicepritchard.com/blog</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ooo la la. Sounds like a hot one!</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Marie</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; "><o:p> </o:p></p><p></p>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-29339011586196224042010-10-22T23:00:00.000-04:002010-10-22T23:00:02.307-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL-tymZFCzI/AAAAAAAAADI/NHMV3C4oRiU/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL-tymZFCzI/AAAAAAAAADI/NHMV3C4oRiU/s200/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530329952245058354" /></a>Welcome Catherine Bybee to our<div>wonderful Blog Tour.<br /><br /><div>I can't wait to hear all about your story. (And by the way, your wolf is gorgeous!)</div><div><br /></div><div>So tells us a little about yourself.</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333">First and always I'm a wife and a mother. My passion is writing. Anything and everything romance. If it doesn't have a happily ever after, I'm not interested. Lets face it. Life is full of... well... life. Having spent over a decade of my life working as a RN in urban Emergency Rooms, I want to escape when I pick up a book. And I now create those worlds for you to escape into. So sit a spell and see if we have something in common to yack about.</span></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px; "><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Blurb:</span></b></span></div><img src="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/images/covers/EmbracingTheWolf_w3837_300.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Werewolves come in two categories, good and evil. Although Richard Ritter's family has encouraged him to make the change for years, he never considered embracing his wolf until he meets Kate Davis. One night with her however, and his life changes forever. </span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">After a horrifying evening of violence, Kate Davis's life is turned upside down. Richard offers more than security; he offers her passion, something she hasn’t experienced in years. Falling in love with him was easy, but once she learns what he becomes every month her fear of the unknown threatens their future.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 25.0pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 25.0pt"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Excerpt:</span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 25.0pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">“How are you holding up?”</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 25.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Richard appeared to be watching her like an uncertain child on their first day at school. “My life is spinning out of control.” Her words expressed her frustration. “I don’t know you, I don’t know your family, yet here I am... At your mercy.”</span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">“If there was another way...”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">“Is there?”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">He shook his head. “None that I can see. You and Joey will be safe here.”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">“For how long, Richard?” Kate swallowed the knot in her throat. She didn’t want to cry again. She was tired of crying yet her eyes burned all the same.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">He moved closer, caught her chin, and forced her eyes to his. “As long as it takes.”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">“I don’t want to impose.”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">“You’re not an imposition,” he assured her.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">She could see the sincerity of his emotion. His caring eyes made her believe him. She didn’t understand his motives. Why did he care what happened to them?</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Richard stroked the pad of his thumb over her cheek, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. Instead, his head dipped lower, his eyes questioned.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black">Oh, God. He’s going to kiss me, she thought. Part of her wanted to back away, a very small part of her. The bigger part, however, wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on hers. Butterflies warmed her belly. Anticipation rushed through her veins. How long had it been since a man had kissed her?</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"> </span></i><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Forever.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black">Be sure and pick up Richard’s brothers story, Before the Moon Rises – Available Now<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/embracing-the-wolf-p-4095.html?zenid=4d25ae7262e8ddf4cae5f699f34e3d21" target="_blank"><span style="color:blue">http://www.thewildrosepress.com/embracing-the-wolf-p-4095.html?zenid=4d25ae7262e8ddf4cae5f699f34e3d21</span></a></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div>Thanks for stopping by Catherine. Good luck with your stories! And what a great cliff hanger. Makes me want to go out and get a copy right now!</div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-26183303196209849462010-10-21T23:00:00.001-04:002010-10-22T09:23:10.927-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL-wXwGOzVI/AAAAAAAAADY/yLXplgSZeBY/s1600/CordelaisLgWeb.jpg"><br /></a>Welcome to Susan Hanniford Crowley on Day 5 of "Meet Our Blog Tour Authors".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL-wMv0_ypI/AAAAAAAAADQ/70HHpeD_ZjU/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530332600477928082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL-wMv0_ypI/AAAAAAAAADQ/70HHpeD_ZjU/s200/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal">Hi,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">I’m Susan Hanniford Crowley, author of the Vampires in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:city st="on">Manhattan</st1:city> series, adventures with romance focused on the Arnhem Society, a secret vampire society in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">New York City</st1:city></st1:place>, which safeguards humans from vampire death and gives aid to supernaturals in danger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Featured today is <b>Vampire in the Basement</b> published by Tease Publishing LLC and is available in ebook. This is the sequel to <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">When Love</i></b> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Survives</i></b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In it we follow Gregor, shifter, and <st1:city st="on">Regina</st1:city>, half elf/half leprechaun, to his home in <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">Maine</st1:state></st1:place> where they plan to marry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Even the best plans go awry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Fun, mayhem, and very hot passion blaze through this strange romantic comedy which introduces Gregor’s bunny shifting sister <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">Lorraine</st1:state></st1:place>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br />I’m a crossover author from science fiction and fantasy, who has studied vampire mythology and documented cases for the last 20 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I enjoy spending time with my family and collecting dragons and seashells.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Blurb from <b><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic">Vampire in the Basement:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></b>(ebook) (sequel to <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">When Love Survives</b>)<b><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com/VampireInTheBasement_Web.jpg" border="0" /> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">When shifter Gregor and half elf/half leprechaun <st1:city st="on">Regina</st1:city> leave <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York City</st1:place></st1:city>, all they want is to be together. But a dark past invades their lives. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />A broken heart can never heal. That’s what Gregor’s sister, <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Lorraine</st1:place></st1:state>, believes until this bunny shapeshifter who keeps forgetting her clothes meets Theo.<br /><br />Tall, blond, and handsome Theo, vampire and</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> Arnhem Knight,</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"> assists supernaturals in need but when he meets <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Lorraine</st1:place></st1:state>, he needs her in everyway. It’s more than desire. He wants her heart. Can he save her and her family?</span><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Book Antiqua','serif';font-family:'Book Antiqua';" ><br /></span></i>Excerpt<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">:<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Waking up with Gregor’s strong naked body against hers was a hundred times delicious, so delicious, that it was easy to forget they were sharing a makeshift bed of an open sleeping bag and blankets in a cave somewhere in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Maine</st1:place></st1:state>. His great, strong arms embraced her securely, not so tightly as to impede breathing, but enough to make <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Regina</st1:place></st1:city> feel worshipped and adored and aware that he was still worried about her. The raw energy of the forest beyond the cave flowed into her, increasing her strength and making her glad to finally realize her half elf, half leprechaun heritage. The horrible feeling of having her life sucked out was almost gone.<br /><br />The man holding onto her so tightly saved her life and sanity. A part of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Regina</st1:place></st1:city> questioned if she loved Gregor because of that. She closed her eyes and thought back to that time climbing through the rubble of the towers, listening to the screams in her head, as she tried to locate survivors. <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Regina</st1:place></st1:city> could still see the face of the dying man. All she did was send a spark through him like she'd done thousands of times before to recharge batteries. But this time it was enough to save a life. Sighing, she hugged Gregor and he responded by squeezing her a little tighter. Gazing at his handsome sleeping face framed by thick dark hair made her heart finally peaceful. Gregor was her refuge, her champion, and everything she needed love to be. My big, brave bear of a man.<br /><br />Gregor growled in his sleep, and she couldn't help kissing the stubble of beard on his cheek. How does he always manage to look so ‘drink me up sexy’? A part of her couldn't help but be annoyed, but the other part of her enjoyed looking at him too much. Then he moved onto his back, and she couldn’t resist crawling on top of him and brushing her lips ever so gently on his.<br /><br />In one swift movement, he had her on her back. His blue <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Maine</st1:place></st1:state> summer day eyes sparkled with mischief. He kissed her, peering down at her. "What were you up to when I was asleep?" His low rumbling laugh made her body shiver. <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Regina</st1:place></st1:city> could feel his excitement growing harder against her thigh.<br /><br />"Gree, I was thinking that I feel well enough to go back to <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>."<br /><br />“Sweetheart, there aren't anymore survivors to find." He stroked the side of her face, his fingers lingering in her hair. "I had to get you out of there. You were dying.” As his mouth pressed against her lips, his tongue pushed them apart and caressed the inside of her mouth until she gasped. “I love you, Reggie. How would I live without you?” With his lips, he worshiped her eyes, her nose, and finally her mouth again.<br /><br />“Still we should have stayed. There might have been something else we could have done.”<br /><br />"No. There wasn't." His eyes narrowed. "You're afraid to meet my family."<br /><br />"No," she stammered. "It's not that at all.<br /><br />He chuckled. "Yes, it is, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Regina</st1:place></st1:city>." He bit her lower lip playfully. Then he brushed a lock of hair tenderly out of her face. "Listen, I'd be nervous if we were in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Alaska</st1:place></st1:state> meeting your parents."<br /><br /><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Regina</st1:place></st1:city> couldn't help the trepidation she felt. As far as she knew, they were only minutes from his house.<br />"What if they don't like me?"<br /><br />"They are going to love you. Like I do. Okay, maybe not exactly like I do." He had one hand on her breast.<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><a href="http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com/">http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com/</a><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Thanks for coming, Susan...love that last line!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p></o:p></i></p><p></p>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-28578360580967782072010-10-20T23:20:00.000-04:002010-10-20T23:21:11.141-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL5QOhU5hEI/AAAAAAAAADA/sIiFcuQLDQE/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL5QOhU5hEI/AAAAAAAAADA/sIiFcuQLDQE/s320/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529945602851963970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span">Here we have another author from our upcoming tour. Let's welcome Anthony Stevens and his Shifter series.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tell us a little about yourself, Anthony.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "><b>I’m an olde pharte technogeek, writer, photographer, leathercrafter, Dom, car nut, SCAdian history freak, costumer, scale modeler and graphics enthusiast.</b></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "><b>I’ve gone by the handle Master Anthony Stevens from time to time, or just MAS. In Spanish, that is… MAS que los de mas, MAS de todo o’ MAS que nada.</b></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "><b>I’m a cat lover (seems to be a writer thing, eh?) and live in northern Virginia.</b></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "><b>My own favorite reading matter is SciFi, Fantasy and of course, Erotica. </b></p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL5QJ69_RQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CkUDjK4IgCA/s1600/ShifterBorn_Stevens_1600.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL5QJ69_RQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CkUDjK4IgCA/s320/ShifterBorn_Stevens_1600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529945523835847938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span">Care to tell us about your Shifter series?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><b>Sure, let's start at the beginning.</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span style="font-style: italic; ">Becoming an adult is scary. Even with fang and fur.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span style="font-style: italic; "><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Excerpt</span></strong></span></p><br /><div><div id="one" style="background-color: rgb(249, 226, 226); display: block; width: 556px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i>Frank was grinning like a fool. It was illegal to hunt deer at night and here was a whole pack of folks getting ready to do it. Not only that, but it looked like this priest was running an illegal hunting camp. He did wonder what they were going to use for the hunt, since there were no rifles that he could make out. Several of his shots would be good quality with all the bright light they had around that stage. It looked like a couple of campfires had been setup, along with some charcoal grilles, but none of these had been lit, yet.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The photographer let his attention slip during the prayer but it snapped back a moment later when he saw first the preacher and then about a dozen others getting undressed.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>"What th' kinky hell is goin' on?" Frank murmured to himself. This didn’t stop him from taking shot after shot as some of the gypsies walked back to the campers and others were getting naked. There were several very pretty women, but one absolutely stunning young woman had black hair that flowed past her shoulders. She and her boyfriend were also stripping. Well aware of the fact that sex sells, he made sure to get plenty of her images. He stopped, yanked the memory card from his camera, replaced it with an empty one and kept shooting.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Father Phil was standing, naked and with his arms folded, watching the others. Frank made sure he got several shots of that pose. It would not go over well with his church leaders, but it would surely make Frank a ton of cash.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Once more he focused on the raven-haired beauty and her boyfriend. "Damn! She has great tits." He muttered. At that instant, she gave her boyfriend a quick kiss and the pair of them squatted down. They seemed to glow a bright blue for just a second and before his camera could adjust there was a large gray wolf and a sleek black leopard in their place. Frank’s jaw dropped wide open. He tried to refocus and then realized that there were a whole series of blue flashes and in every case, the humans were gone and had been replaced with some wild beast. A few of the ones that kept their clothing sat sipping drinks, smiling, pointing and commenting on the changes their friends and family were experiencing.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>His heart in his throat, Frank kept shooting, more from habit and reflexes than anything else. There were huge dogs that he recognized as Deerhounds, more leopards and wolves and even a black bear.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>As the last of them ran, bounded and loped out of the light and into the woods, he began to understand.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; color: rgb(101, 3, 3); "><span style="color: rgb(98, 3, 3); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>That was when it dawned on him. His escape path led through the woods and back up a quarter mile of uphill country road to his car. All the beasts had run deeper into the woods, but he remembered the preacher saying they could hunt the pastures as well. Those pastures were between him and the safety of his car.</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "></span></i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Here's a link to the trailer. Come have a look.</b></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-indent: 30px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><a href="http://masteranthonystevens.com/2009/12/24/shifter-born-trailer/">http://masteranthonystevens.com/2009/12/24/shifter-born-trailer/</a></b></span></i></span></p><p></p></div></div></span></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-72590087202296575322010-10-18T22:31:00.004-04:002010-10-18T23:00:44.080-04:00Shape Shifter Blog Tour Spooktacular<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Day 2 of our Shape Shifter <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>introductions. Today we have </div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Keta Diablo</b>!<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL0EDEr-GYI/AAAAAAAAACg/RzVkOuHuorc/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TL0EDEr-GYI/AAAAAAAAACg/RzVkOuHuorc/s320/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529580368325122434" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"">Keta lives in the Midwest on six acres of beautiful woodland. Here, she communes with nature; eagles, owls and loons (the winged version). There's a lovely environmental lake on her property named after a famous Native American chief. The locals insist burial grounds from 150 years ago exist in her woods. Hmm. Maybe it's not always the wind she hears howling at night.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Follow Keta on the Internet:</span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Keta’s Haunt: <a href="http://www.ketadiablo.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://www.ketadiablo.com</span></a></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Keta’s Keep: <a href="http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com</span></a></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman""><o:p></o:p></span></p><img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZIrk6%2BT2L._SL500_AA266_PIkin3,BottomRight,-16,34_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Gay Fiction Blog: <a href="http://thestuffofmythandmen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000CC">http://thestuffofmythandmen.blogspot.com</span></a></span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Keta on Twitter: <span style="color:#0000CC"><a href="http://www.twitter.com/ketadiablo" target="_blank">http://www.twitter.com/ketadiablo</a></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(68, 4, 7); "><i>After a decadent-looking savage captures Francesca DuVall and her brother Marsh, she spends every waking moment planning an escape. She didn’t count on the powerful draw of desire interfering with her scheme while in the clutches of the brutal Cheyenne Dog Soldiers.</i><i><br /><br /><i>Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum . . . most of the time. When he travels through time to help his beloved People he’s Meko, leader of the most revered and feared tribe of the plains. Their worlds are decades apart and yet Meko can’t resist the dark beauty he kidnapped during a raid. Violent battles loom on the horizon, but there’s only one he must win at all costs – the capture of Cesca’s heart forever. </i><br /><br /><i>From the windswept plains of Colorado and the harsh life of a Dog Soldier to the placid life of a curator, their love was fueled by passion and kindled by destiny.</i></i></span></span></span></p></div></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-36502397705756472522010-10-17T22:37:00.002-04:002010-10-17T22:46:11.765-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TLuzMla7CXI/AAAAAAAAACY/IIwt-WgFUjk/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TLuzMla7CXI/AAAAAAAAACY/IIwt-WgFUjk/s320/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529209996312250738" /></a><div>Welcome to the blog tour members. First we have Aeryn Traxx with her first release:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 22px; line-height: 24px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TLuzMla7CXI/AAAAAAAAACY/IIwt-WgFUjk/s1600/ShiftersBlogtour2.jpg">Unconventional Love</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "><div id="bookAuthors" class="stacked" style="margin-bottom: 10px; "><span class="by smallText" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 14px; ">by</span> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4203682.Aeryn_Traxx" class="authorName" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; ">Aeryn Traxx</a></div><div id="bookMeta" class="uitext stacked hreview-aggregate" style="margin-bottom: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; position: relative; "><span class="stars" style="white-space: nowrap; "><img alt="2.5 of 5 stars" class="star" height="12" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/layout/gr_red_star_active.gif?1287164874" title="2.5 of 5 stars" width="12" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="2.5 of 5 stars" class="star" height="12" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/layout/gr_red_star_active.gif?1287164874" title="2.5 of 5 stars" width="12" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="2.5 of 5 stars" class="star" height="12" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/layout/stars/red_star_66pct.gif?1287164874" title="2.5 of 5 stars" width="12" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="2.5 of 5 stars" class="star" height="12" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/layout/gr_orange_star_unactive.gif?1287164874" title="2.5 of 5 stars" width="12" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="2.5 of 5 stars" class="star" height="12" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/layout/gr_orange_star_unactive.gif?1287164874" title="2.5 of 5 stars" width="12" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; " /></span> <span class="value rating"><span class="average">2.50</span></span> <span class="greyText" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "> · </span> <a class="actionLinkLite" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8897232-unconventional-love#" id="rating_details" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 37); text-decoration: none; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; cursor: pointer; ">rating details</a> <span class="greyText" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "> · </span> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8897232-unconventional-love#other_reviews" class="actionLinkLite votes" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 37); text-decoration: none; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; ">2 ratings</a> <span class="greyText" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "> · </span> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8897232-unconventional-love#other_reviews" class="actionLinkLite" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 37); text-decoration: none; font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; "><span class="count">1</span> review</a></div><div id="description" class="readable stacked" style="margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 14px; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 1.4; padding-bottom: 10px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); right: 0px; "><span id="freeTextContainer14287829305242485182" class="reviewText">Drew Spenser is a werewolf who lost his mate to a misunderstanding.<br /><br />Ross Marshall walked away from his werewolf lover years ago and regretted it ever since.<br /><br />A former lover and a guilty conscience bring the pair back together. Two stubborn souls would face off with love hanging in the balance.</span></div></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black">Aeryn Traxx has been writing since the age of twelve, has plans to retire to the Outer Banx of North Carolina one day and is the proud parent of a teenage daughter. Aeryn currently lives in North Dakota with two dogs, a cat and a significant other. The shifter short story<i>Unconventional Love</i></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black">was released at Silver Publishing in July and a shifter novella</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; color:black"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; color:black">Were Lost</span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; color:black">is set to release in late November. You can find out the latest about Aeryn at <a href="http://www.aeryntraxx.webs.com/" target="_blank">www.aeryntraxx.webs.com</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); "></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><h1 id="bookTitle" class="bookTitle" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 22px; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.1; width: 455px; "><br /></h1></span><p></p></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-41320031641218238452010-10-03T00:44:00.001-04:002010-10-05T06:47:04.247-04:00Wolf! Reviews and more...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKfyO3DBcEI/AAAAAAAAABs/cZlohMj9_BQ/s1600/wolf.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKfyO3DBcEI/AAAAAAAAABs/cZlohMj9_BQ/s320/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523649805101920322" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">WOLF!,</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><i> </i></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><i>a sexy little story that takes pack mentality down to the level of the individual,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><i>offers a heroine the reader can relate to, a hero that any woman would desire, and a </i></span></span></div><div><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><i>whole lot of sizzling magnetic attraction... ~Skhye Moncrief</i></span></span><div> </div></div><div><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); ">And here is the link to a review on goodreads:<div><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9292927-wolf" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); ">http://www.goodreads.com/book/<wbr>show/9292927-wolf</a></div><div><br /></div><div>... another blog post along the way with Penny Watson....</div><div><a href="http://www.pennyromance.com/2010/10/quickie-review-for-wolf-by-marie-beau.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); ">http://www.pennyromance.com/<wbr>2010/10/quickie-review-for-<wbr>wolf-by-marie-beau.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div>and a new post on Amber Polo's blog site <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a href="http://amberpolo.blogspot.com/">http://amberpolo.blogspot.com/</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Brush Script MT"">Marie<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Release date: 10/1/2010</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Whispers Publishing<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/">http://www.whispershome.com/</a></p></div></span></i></span></span></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-5843422198613954402010-09-30T22:07:00.002-04:002010-10-01T07:13:08.036-04:00Wolf! Review - Release Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKVCqvAQYaI/AAAAAAAAABk/53tafu4Tsgs/s1600/wolf_200x300.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKVCqvAQYaI/AAAAAAAAABk/53tafu4Tsgs/s320/wolf_200x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522893819979260322" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Release Day! It's finally here!</p><p class="MsoNormal">My book is up on the site at: <a href="http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/wolf.html">http://www.whispershome.com/book_pages/wolf.html</a></p><p class="MsoNormal">And here's a new review!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Lyssa Merrick wants her freedom, but Wolfe Reardon has other plans in mind.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Author Marie Beau spins a fabulous tale of finding one’s mate and having the patience to wait for love. Her characters, Lyssa and Wolfe, are well-written and dynamic. The contrast between their spoken language and body language is both amusing and alluring—a perfect example of how reason and logic don’t always know what the body and heart know. </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Having read a great deal of shapeshifter stories, what I found most pleasing about Beau’s </i><b><i>Wolf!</i></b><i> was how comfortable the characters were in their animal forms. So many books of this paranormal nature describe characters who are self-conscious about their abilities to shift. They are sometimes fearful of shifting or so concerned with trying to hide their wild sides that they can’t enjoy being themselves. Beau’s characters openly embrace their furry forms and a sexy playfulness shines through. </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I’ve always thought I could make it as a shapeshifter. Marie Beau’s </i><b><i>Wolf!</i></b><i> makes me want to howl at the moon even more. </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Review by,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Christine DePetrillo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ALASKA HEART, The Wild Rose Press, available now</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ALLEY CAT, Whispers Publishing, available now</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.christinedepetrillo.blogspot.com/">www.christinedepetrillo.blogspot.com</a></p> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><a href="http://www.apinchofromance.blogspot.com/">www.apinchofromance.blogspot.com</a></span><div><br /></div><div>Purchase <b><i>Wolf!</i></b> here: <a href="http://www.whispershome.com/">www.whispershome.com</a>.</div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-59411591240048023732010-09-30T09:38:00.008-04:002010-09-30T10:22:00.550-04:00Wolf!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKSWaYxrOCI/AAAAAAAAABc/SMrmS0juWKQ/s1600/wolf_200x300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522704423134640162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKSWaYxrOCI/AAAAAAAAABc/SMrmS0juWKQ/s320/wolf_200x300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">ONE MORE DAY!!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div>As promised, another blog spot along the way to learn more about Lyssa and Wolfe and another chance to leave a comment for a chance at the free copy!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>His voice, like warm maple syrup, poured over her. A vision flashed across her mind of hiking with him, touching, holding hands. She blinked and did a mental shake. </em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">She flipped open her planner. “How long a hike are you planning?” </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Wiping her damp palms on her jeans, she tried not to breathe too deeply. His scent had her wanting to step closer and inhale him, to touch him…to lean into his broad chest, dip her tongue into his...whoa. Down girl.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div>Stop by <a href="http://rachelbrimble.blogspot.com/">http://rachelbrimble.blogspot.com/</a> today.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em>Marie</em></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Release date: 10/1/2010<br />Whispers Publishing <a href="http://www.whispershome.com/">http://www.whispershome.com/</a></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-34652049929505431242010-09-29T06:36:00.004-04:002010-09-29T06:53:08.035-04:00Wolf!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKMWzSuiuGI/AAAAAAAAABU/olehtWDWdLA/s1600/wolf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKMWzSuiuGI/AAAAAAAAABU/olehtWDWdLA/s320/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522282638542551138" /></a><br />Countdown is back! Two more days! <div><br /></div><div>I'll be blogging all over the place for the next couple weeks just to let people know <i>Wolf</i>! is out there. The lucky person who comments at the most number of blog spots will win a free copy of <i>Wolf!.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>There are a couple places you can check already. One post is up on Janice Seagraves Library Blog, thank you, Janice. <a href="http://ladyjanslibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/wolf-by-marie-beau.html">http://ladyjanslibrary.blogspot.com/2010/09/wolf-by-marie-beau.html</a> and another one at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><a href="http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2010/09/outline-schmoutline.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); ">http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.<wbr>com/2010/09/outline-<wbr>schmoutline.html</a> S</span>o get on over there and leave a comment!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's another little excerpt:</div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i></i></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lyssa swept the curtain aside and stepped through the doorway, automatically smiling for the potential customer. She lifted her gaze to the golden stare of a stranger…a very large stranger. Broad shoulders, reminiscent of a Viking, barely cleared the small doorframe with very little headroom. She glanced at the spare inches above his head. Six-four maybe. The late afternoon sun streaked through, highlighting the auburn streaks in his dark brown, curly hair creating a shimmer of red—an eerie sight. She had never seen hair that color. Not on a person. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lyssa’s face felt frozen, like a plaster cast ready to crack if she changed her expression. </span></span></p> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His nostrils flared. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What does he smell? Who is he?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> She sniffed again. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What is he?</span></i></span><p></p></i></span><p></p></div><div><br /></div><div>The wildness is upon us! Come and get to know Lyssa and Wolfe. I promise you'll enjoy!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Brush Script MT"">Marie<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Release date: 10/1/2010</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Whispers Publishing<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/">http://www.whispershome.com/</a></p></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-28107171992723476122010-09-27T19:45:00.006-04:002010-09-27T22:06:49.974-04:00Shape Shifter Romance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKEswWTdHsI/AAAAAAAAABM/xPShKbYhcJk/s1600/wolf_200x300.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TKEswWTdHsI/AAAAAAAAABM/xPShKbYhcJk/s320/wolf_200x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521743827265461954" /></a><i>So, are you nervous, Lyssa? You know, your story's being released in just a few days.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Lyssa chews a fingernail and shrugs, then nods toward the tree line. <i>You see how the pups and kitten are playing and chasing each other over there, so free and unconcerned? </i>She turns her green eyed stare toward me. <i>That's what it's all about. Life is precious, and Wolfe gave that back to me.</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>Wolfe steps up behind her and lays his hands on her shoulders, nuzzling Lyssa's ear. Her sigh makes me feel like I'm intruding.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The two of you make a striking couple. Was it love at first sight?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>The bark of laughter came from Wolfe but was followed by a chuckle from Lyssa. <i>Hardly, </i>she answers, glancing back up at him, the love shining in her eyes. <i>But you can't fight fate.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Well, thank you, Lyssa and Wolfe for sharing a moment with us. I'm sure these lovely people can't wait to hear the rest of your story.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Hand in hand they walk away, the pups and kitten scurrying around them. When I glance up the hill a moment later, a wolf sits at the top of the hill staring back at me with a silver lynx beside him. The pups and kitten seem content to roll in the grass around them - happy and free.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for stopping by to meet Lyssa and Wolfe. Their story will be out on Friday, October 1st. Hope you like it.</div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Release date: 10/1/2010</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Whispers Publishing<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/">http://www.whispershome.com/</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p></div><div> </div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-3001323376792579532010-09-18T08:39:00.004-04:002010-09-18T09:01:57.737-04:00Shape Shifter Romance Coming Soon!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TJSzVLeWf9I/AAAAAAAAABE/uZL7LgvnuX0/s1600/sm_wolf.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TJSzVLeWf9I/AAAAAAAAABE/uZL7LgvnuX0/s320/sm_wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518232619874418642" /></a><b>TWO MORE WEEKS!!!!</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Have you ever had time just seem to be dragging, but it's really rushing by?</div><div><br /></div><div>That's how I feel. Just two more weeks of nervously waiting.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, back to the story...I just wanted to share another nibble of the scene where Lyssa and Wolfe meet...</div><div><br /></div><div>Excerpt:</div><div><p class="Default"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:windowtext"><i>Their gazes clashed, and slowly the corner of his mouth lifted in a semblance of a smile. His gaze made a short excursion down her body. “Good. I</i></span><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:"MS Mincho"; mso-bidi-font-family:"MS Mincho";color:windowtext"><i>‟</i></span><span style="font-size:11.5pt;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:windowtext"><i>m an experienced hiker and anyone else who comes with me will be also.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height:115%"><i>It felt like hands skimmed over her flesh, not just his gaze. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms as she quivered inside. Lyssa lifted one hand toward the pen and the other to the cover of her appointment book.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height:115%"><i></i></span></p><i><p class="Default"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:windowtext">He stepped closer to the counter, close enough that when he reached out, his hand covered hers. Shockwaves raced through her system. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="Default"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:windowtext">Her heartbeat kicked up a notch. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. </span><i><span style="font-size:11.5pt;color:windowtext">Oh God, now what have I done. </span></i><span style="font-size:11.5pt;color:windowtext">Lyssa tried to slide her hand out from under his but he wrapped his thumb around to her palm and gently held her hand in place. She swallowed hard and set the pen back down, her insides melting. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="Default"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;color:windowtext">The scent came to her again, stronger than before. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height:115%">Her gaze jerked up. <i>Darn it all, I’m really slipping. Wolf!<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height:115%"><i></i></span></p><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height:115%"><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Release date: 10/1/2010</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Whispers Publishing </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">http://www.whispershome.com/</span></a></p></i></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height:115%"><i><br /></i></span></p></i><p></p></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-4594499273316738692010-09-07T20:00:00.000-04:002010-09-12T08:33:22.502-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TITZlYRcjbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GlEMm4WFy_Y/s320/sm_wolf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TITZlYRcjbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GlEMm4WFy_Y/s320/sm_wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Twenty Days!!!!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wow, my first review!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><blockquote type="cite"><div><div><div><div class="gmail_quote"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; padding-left: 1ex; "><i>I just read your story and I totally loved it! It is very sweet, and Wolfe is so sexy and wonderful...he is the perfect hero. I loved the way they interact with their animal instincts, and the beginning scene when they first see each other has great chemistry...it's terrific. Really nice job! I also love stories that are short and sweet and fast-faced like that. </i></blockquote><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; padding-left: 1ex; "><i> Penny Watson, </i></blockquote><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; padding-left: 1ex; "><i> Sweet Inspiration</i></blockquote></div></div></div></div></blockquote></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lyssa and Wolfe are pretty anxious about the story, hoping you'll all enjoy it. Here's another little niblet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><p class="Default"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:windowtext">His voice, like warm maple syrup, poured over her. A vision flashed across her mind of hiking with him, touching, holding hands. She blinked and did a mental shake. She flipped open her planner. “How long a hike are you planning?” <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;line-height: 115%">Wiping her damp palms on her jeans, she tried not to breathe too deeply. His scent had her wanting to step closer and inhale him, to touch him…to lean into his broad chest, dip her tongue into his...<span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic">whoa. Down girl.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"><i></i></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Release date: 10/1/2010</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Whispers Publishing </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">http://www.whispershome.com/</span></a></p></i></span><p></p></span></div></div></div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-14419968466863923052010-09-06T08:06:00.000-04:002010-09-06T08:29:02.750-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TITZlYRcjbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GlEMm4WFy_Y/s1600/sm_wolf.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OxJwTzizlRo/TITZlYRcjbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GlEMm4WFy_Y/s320/sm_wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513771080002342322" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height:200%; Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"font-family:";"></span></span></p><p class="MsoBodyText3" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lyssa Merrick has no intention of ever being involved with a wolf, but when Wolfe Reardon seeks her wildlife services she realizes choosing a mate is not always a conscious decision.</span></p><p class="MsoBodyText3" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom: 0in;margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Excerpt:</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span style="line-height:200%; Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"font-family:";"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lyssa swept the curtain aside and stepped through the doorway, automatically smiling for the potential customer. She lifted her gaze to the golden stare of a stranger…a very large stranger. Broad shoulders, reminiscent of a Viking, barely cleared the small doorframe with very little headroom. She glanced at the spare inches above his head. Six-four maybe. The late afternoon sun streaked through, highlighting the auburn streaks in his dark brown, curly hair creating a shimmer of red—an eerie sight. She had never seen hair that color. Not on a person. </span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span style="line-height:200%; Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Come back soon to learn more about Lyssa and Wolfe! </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Wolf</i>! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Release date 10/1/2010. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whispers Publishing </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><a href="http://www.whispershome.com/">http://www.whispershome.com/</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:200%"><span style="line-height:200%; Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></span></p>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-76605213092824877072010-08-03T20:43:00.000-04:002010-08-03T20:47:35.413-04:00Countdown! 2 months!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_448/1256684477Uxsw6r.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 107px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_448/1256684477Uxsw6r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in">Lyssa Merrick is happy with her life leading wildlife and wilderness expeditions through the upper Adirondacks. She’s proud of the business she built on her own, and happy with the freedom to run whenever she feels the need.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in">Wolfe Reardon, as leader of his pack, wants to create a wildlife sanctuary to allow certain species to repopulate the area, as well as to provide a safer environment for his pack without fear of hunters. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:.5in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:.5in">When Wolfe walks into Wilderness Wanderings, he knows he’s met his mate. Lyssa, unfortunately, is not so happy to discover her destined mate is a wolf. Long ago she swore she would never be a member of a pack again and she’s sure nothing he says will change that. </p>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169318795054745.post-69802231674647419902010-06-12T23:23:00.000-04:002010-06-12T23:34:58.721-04:00New Release coming!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_448/1256684477Uxsw6r.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 107px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_448/1256684477Uxsw6r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>What happens when a wolf and a lynx are cast as mates but only one party is happy with the deal?<div><br /></div><div>Come and watch as Lyssa and Wolfe get to know each other and discover that deciding on a mate is not always a matter of choice.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is my first published story, with hopefully many more to follow.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll watch for you next time!</div>Marie Beauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00161108133031905188noreply@blogger.com4