Thursday, March 28, 2013

Getting REVEALED Friday: Author Jo Cattell's got a book coming out and boy oh boy is the cover something awesome!

Cover Art & Book Design By
Wicked Muse Productions
R. Budney Photograph

Sixteen year old, Annie Kane was dumped by her last boyfriend. It took a long time
for her to agree with her friends and find somebody new.

When Jim Osborn, the class clown shows up with his best friend, Annie realizes that
there’s is something different about his friend, but she can’t figure out what.

Nate Cruz wasn’t like anyone she’d ever known. He’s funny and down to earth, but
he also suffers with low self esteem from being in and out of the hospital.

After Jim tries to force himself on her at a party, Anne finally sees him as he really is
and decides to end it.

She and Nate become best friends. Then, a kiss changes it all.

With Nate, she sees what love really means. She learns how wonderful life can be.
And how at anytime, things can change without warning.

If she’d stayed in her safe, little world, Annie would have missed her chance at love.

But because of an irresistible attraction for a boy, she just couldn’t forget? She finds
out what she’s really made of and what’s it’s like— living in another life.

Look for “In Another Life” coming from Jaden Rose Press, April 2013 on

About the Author

Favorite quote:
"Characters are not created by writers. They preexist and need to be found"
I'm an author, mother, friend. My dreams inspire me, my children drive me. I'm a
free spirit, a dreamer, a lover of life, and a loyal friend.

I live In New Jersey with my husband Eric, and two daughters Amber and Jade.

My first novel, “When Angels Fall” was inspired by a dream and also the loss of my
niece, came out in November 2012 and was the first in my “Fallen Angel Series.”

The second book “After Angels Fall” was release New Years Day of 2013.

“In Another Life” was inspired by a relationship I was in as a teenager. We only
have one chance to have a first love. Mine was someone who taught me how
important life is and never to take anyone for granted. To see a person for who they
really are on the inside and not just for what shows on the outside.For more information stop by my blog,
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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Getting shocked Friday: Touch of the Gods: The Wager

Yeah, I know it's usually "Getting Freaky Friday" but this post is a snippet of my best seller,  Touch of the Gods: The Wager and it's shocking! At least for the characters involved ;)

She took it in frail looking hands, sipping it gingerly. 

I sat across from her and watched. Being so close, I could smell her sweet scent and had to adjust the robe belt to allow room for my reawakening pain in the groin. Distracted, it took me a moment to realize Vanessa had started speaking. 

Her words were jumbled and coming out in a fast blur, tears streaking down her ashen face glittering like diamonds in the sand.

I reached out a finger, catching one before it could drop upon the table and palmed it for later. “Don't cry, Vanessa. It‟ll all be okay.” 

“You don't understand! I feel like I'm losing my mind. My sister is pissed at me, hell my parents are too! I vaguely remember what happened the other day, but it's like a broken film reel in my mind.” 

Fidgeting, I wished I could ease her mind and tell her that it was a spell from Ares the God of War. That it only happened because of the curse I placed on her first. But her mind was still in a bad place, and any part of the truth might trigger a nervous breakdown. So, I did what my father taught me to do several centuries ago, when it came to upset women. I said nothing and just listened, holding her hand for support.

“And don't get me started on the dreams I've had of you. They‟re so real I could swear that you were with me. That's why I thought you were in my shower with me today.” 

“Um, dreams? About me?”

“I know, it's horrible. You barely know me. I mean, what happened in the back yard that was crazy, right? I've never felt such an instant attraction that way with any man. Even now as I sit here with you, I want you to just hold me—Forever.” 

It was becoming more difficult to keep from blurting out everything and being honest with her. Not to mention, the steel hardness of my cock going from painful to excruciating. Swallowing hard past the lump in my throat, I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on her face and not her heaving breasts.

“I'm doing things that aren't like me. I don't know if he told you, but I'm dating your brother—I think. But it's purely sexual.”

“You can leave him you know.” 

“I want to, but just the thought of it gives me hives. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm ready to fight and fuck. That's it.” Vanessa‟s eyes flashed with red as she spoke of Ares. “He's gone for now and it's stupid to even bother you with this. It's so wrong, but I feel like you're the only one I really want to see. As much as I crave him, I'm drawn to you alone.” 

The desperation and hopelessness in her voice stabbed at me and my chest felt constricted. 

“It's like I'm being pulled in two directions and yet, I am with the one I have nothing in common with. Heph, I feel like a puppet, a pawn in a cruel joke and I don't know how to make it end. Please, what's happening to me? I know something is wrong.” 

Her pleading was enough to break the last wall of intelligence that was keeping me from giving her the truth. Her glistening, sad eyes stared at me with trust and need and all I could think about making it right. Granted, there were the easy ways of fixing the pain I started, such as going back and changing the past, but then I would be without her and call me selfish, but I wasn't going to do that.

It was time to try and get Vanessa back and the only way was to tell her everything. Eros did say that true love was all about having faith. Well, I was about to take a plunge that was only second to when I fell from Olympus. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, taking her cold hands into my warm ones. “Vanessa, you aren't wrong in your feelings. I have been with you and I was in your shower.”

She stared me, trying to read through the lie and when she saw none written on my face, her hands pulled from my grasp. Not a good start.

“Don't be scared, I could never hurt you. I mean, not intentionally. I don't even know where to begin, how to explain.”

“Just do it. What is going on, Heph?”

“Vanessa, my only love, you know how my full name is Hephaestus?”

“Yes.” She was still sitting, but had moved back a fraction more and I knew the pieces of the puzzle were coming together.

“Have you heard this name anywhere else in your life, perhaps in school or books?”

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, while she wrung her hands nervously. When she started shaking her head, preparing to stand and possibly run, I knew she'd figured it out, but didn't want to believe it. “It's impossible. Those are myths, nothing more. You think I'm going to sit here and have you make me believe you are a fictional character? A God? Next, you'll say your brother, Ares, is the real God of War!”

I said nothing, only nodded and watched the emotions play on her face.

They went from bewildered to confused and then to disturbed in seconds. She stood up, frowning at me and opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, turning to leave instead.

Damn if her ass didn't look sexy as she stormed away. I shook my head to clear those kinds of thoughts. I had to stop her, convince her and with a snap of my finger, I appeared in front of the door before she reached it, which caused her to scream. The sound was so piercing, I was sure my eardrums would be ringing for hours. Trying to pop them, I narrowly missed my lamp she tossed at me, as it came crashing next to my head and splintered against my door. Yeah, this was not going well at all. Thanks, Eros!

Vanessa had picked up a ceramic vase and held it up, preparing to launch it, so I did the only thing I could think when dealing with a hysterical human. I made it disappear in her hand, and then pinned her down on my couch. I'm sure other gods have had to do this in times of panic. Finally, bound and unable to maim me anymore than I already was, I knelt before her, resting my hands on her thighs. “Vanessa, please don't be afraid. I told you I'd never hurt you.”

“Says the God man who has me frozen to his couch!”

“Well, I would let you up, if you promise not to throw things at me. That vase was a gift from my niece Psyche. I would hate to lose it.”

The sound of disbelief that came out of her was so odd that I laughed, I couldn't help it. Of course, she growled at me, but mumbled her promise to leave my head attached to my body and I released the invisible restraints. She remained sitting and didn't move away when I took a place beside her. Okay, good!

“My brain is fuzzy still, but are you for real?”

“Yes, about all of it. I'm sorry, Vanessa. I should have told you sooner, but I was ashamed about the curse I had put on you, and then Ares stepped in---”

“Wait! What curse? You put a spell on me?”


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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday: Touch of the Gods: The Wager

I imagined how it would feel to be the shirt wrapped around the heavy, sexy bulk that was his muscles. The need to be claimed by him, the stirrings of arousal I had pushed down and hidden roared to life so quickly, it made me dizzy. Hiding behind a pillar, just so I could be close to him, without being seen, I was able to study his profile which was remarkable.

 He was truly an artwork of perfection. The veins in his arms pulsed and throbbed, while the sweat coating his body made the white t-shirt cling to him provocatively, with every hard indentation outlined.

 I couldn't seem to get enough of looking at him.

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Getting Awesome Friday: When Angels Fall by Jo Cattell

Let's welcome new author Jo Cattell and her sweet, emotion wrenching young adult novel When Angels Fall.

“The Corpse Girl—A Town Legend.”

It happened almost six years ago. A quiet ten-year-old girl was left to care for her sick, dying mother. Day after day, night after night, the girl watched as her mother’s body slowly grew weaker. Her father had left, and in his parting words to his young daughter, he said, "if you kill your mother and end this suffering, I will claim you as my child and give you all you ever wanted. But only after you have truly ended her life..."

Everyone heard the rumors at the Sacred Heart Catholic School. Was it true that one of their own had killed their mother in a mercy killing?

Only sixteen year old Chloe Gardner knew the truth. Her life had been dark and cold until she met Nick Allen. Could he ever love her? No one loved her before, could she trust this new boy who just moved to their town?

Seventeen year old Nick had vowed after many moves to not have a girlfriend in this new town.

Then, he met Chloe, with her shy smile and sweet ways. He just couldn't resist and he became part of her world. What was behind her sad eyes and quiet ways? He found he couldn't seem to care as he fell in love for the first time in his young life.

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Author Bio

I'm an author, mother, friend. My dreams inspire me, my children drive me. I'm a free spirit, a dreamer, a lover of life, and a loyal friend.

My first novel, inspired by a dream and also the loss of my niece is coming out just in time for Christmas and hopefully by the spring by second book will be released.

Favorite quote:

"Characters are not created by writers. They preexist and need to be found"

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Six Sentence (or more) Sunday: Spring Cleaning #DXLuc


He said not a word to her as he swiftly removed his jeans and Leanore got her first look at Sam McFlandry in all his naked glory. Damn! He had a body that made a woman want to go to church! Crawling back onto her bed, he snatched the toy and tossed it, in what she hoped was the stay section, and braced above her. Their noses touched, he was so close to her and his dimpled smile took her breath away. 
“Ready to come, beautiful?” He ground his pelvis into her until she quivered and nodded. “Excellent! Up then. Kneel over my face.”

Friday, March 1, 2013

Getting Freaky Friday: Please welcome Author Dellani Oakes to the Island where she'll brand your heart with her book The Ninja Tattoo

The Ninja Tattoo is a contemporary romantic suspense set in Florida.

Teague McMurtry spent the last six years of his life in the Army. Finally having enough of killing, he comes home, thinking he's put the nightmare behind him. When he meets beautiful and sultry Vivica Rambo, he thinks his life is taking a turn for the better. Little does Teague know that he's been targeted for death by a violent biker gang led by Vivica's psychotic older brother. Now Teague must put his skills to the test to protect himself and the woman he loves.

Vivica clung to him desperately. He held her, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, talking softly. Soon, she raised her face, her lips tickling his chin. Always one to oblige a beautiful woman, he lowered his face to hers, teasing her lips with his. She opened her mouth, eating at his with a passion he'd never had from any woman before.

He wanted to take her hard and fast, immediately. Instead, he made himself move slowly, allowing her to set their pace. He hoped this amazing kissing session would lead to the obvious, inevitable, hot, sweaty conclusion. Considering his luck lately, he tried not to hope too much, afraid of disappointment.

When her hand drifted down his chest, to the top of his pants, then to his lap, he gasped. Tongues of fire followed her fingers as they caressed his throbbing penis. His grip on her shoulders tightened as she loomed over him, pressing her chest on his. Her lips moved to his throat, her tongue flickering across his Adam's apple in an erotic dance that added to the fire burning inside him. His hands moved of their own accord, fondling her luscious body as he pulled her top out of her jeans. She was making him crazy, kneading his erection with her
fingers, rubbing with her palm, as he struggled to get under her top. One side of her blouse was finally free. His fingers crept under, sliding up to tease her nipple with his thumb.

Vivica moaned, writhing on top of him. Her hand was still on his zipper, fumbling now with the button at the waistband. That was something he could do onehanded. He undid his fly and her long, sensuous fingers found the opening. She smiled with pleasure when she felt how hard and big he was. The look on her face was like that of a kid who gets the best toy in the neighborhood for Christmas—smug satisfaction.

He wanted to talk, to ask her if this was really want she wanted, but his mouth couldn't form the words. Her actions made it impossible for him to think, let alone talk. Frustrated by her clothing, he got up, pulling her top with both hands. Vivica laughed at him, sitting up, her chest nearly in his face. She wiggled around, pulling the blouse over her head. Her breasts jiggled invitingly over the top of her black, lacy bra.

Who was he to say no to such an invitation? He lowered his head, allowing his tongue to trace the line of her cleavage as his hands massaged the sides and nipples. Laughing seductively, Vivica undid her bra. Her breasts sprang at him, released from their lacy prison.

Teague's shirt was off, his pants open. Her jeans kept them apart. He felt compelled to rid her of such a tight, unyielding object. That piece of fabric was keeping him from paradise and he'd had enough of waiting. Placing one knee on the couch, he knelt over her, attacking the zipper like a mathematical equation. While he worked, she pushed his jeans lower, massaging his buttocks with her fingers before tickling his ass and thighs.

It took longer than he anticipated, but he finally had her out of her jeans and in her skimpy black panties. Her belly was flat, her hips flared, tapering to firm thighs and trim ankles. True, he wasn't interested in the shape and trimness of her ankles, but he noticed it in passing as he pulled off her pants.

Growling with anticipation, he grabbed her to him, attacking her neck and breasts with renewed vigor. She demanded his lips on hers once more, yanking on his boxers, trying to free the beast. He flung her panties across the room, ready to divest himself of his underwear, when there was a tentative knock on the front door.

Vivica screamed, pulling the afghan from the back of the couch, covering herself. Teague realized he was standing in his living room with his dwindling erection hanging out the top of his pants, feeling like an idiot. He pulled his underwear up disconsolately. The tapping continued.

"I hope this is important!" he bellowed, jerking the door open. The neighbor to the south of him, an elderly lady named Milly, stood on the porch, her eyes averted, blushing furiously.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," she whispered. "I knew you were busy, but this note was in our mail and I think it's intended for you." She handed him a folded piece of paper, continuing to avert her eyes.

"Thanks, Milly. Sorry I yelled at you."

"It's quite alright, dear. Under the circumstances, I don't blame you. However, you might consider moving to another room or closing your drapes. There's quite a fine view of your living room from the street."

"Oh, fuck," he groaned loudly.

Milly giggled, eyeing him for the first time. She admired his tight ass and thighs as well as the fine ridges of his abdomen before smirking at him. "Well," she grinned, "not quite yet, but you were so close! Don't mind me, go back to what you were doing."

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Dellani once told her publisher that she had enough books, finished & unfinished, to keep him busy for the next 10 years. He didn't believe her, but he should have. Two novels, Indian Summer and Lone Wolf are published, but she has 42 finished romance novels and at least that many (she won't count them) that are still in the works. She also added The Ninja Tattoo to her lineup in 2012.

Dellani hosts two shows a month on Blog Talk Radio – Dellani's Tea Time, for authors & illustrators of children's and YA books, and What's Write for Me – a venue for authors who write for adults. She reads and reviews books for other authors, maintains three blogs, shares her work on the publisher's site and does a variety of other obscure tasks that constantly confuse her family.

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I'm a mother of four. I'm a writer, wife, and sexy to my core. Sinfully unrestrained.
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