Sunday, December 11, 2016

SNOG IN THE SNOW

Thanks to Victoria Blisse for inviting me to participate in the Blissemas Snog in the Snow event . . . to post an excerpt from a holiday story that includes a snog . . . a hot and heavy kiss!

Please be sure to leave a comment for your entry into the Snog in the Snow prize! All comments are entered to win a new Kindle Voyage!


So here's one of my favorite snogs. This is from book three in my Irish Pride series, SHAPE OF MY HEART. Grainne and JD have been at odds since their first meeting, but much of it has been laced in pent up desire..

She’d often wondered what it would be like to kiss JD. Ever since the night she’d danced for him in The Klub! she’d let her mind run mazes through her fantasies about him. She’d permitted herself the fantasies, because that’s all she’d allowed herself until school was done and she had the education she craved. But this was no fantasy. JD was nothing like anything her wild imagination could ever conjure. He was pure flesh, hardness and heat, and his kiss had her undone.

Instinct took over, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Tilting her head, she parted her lips and welcomed his intruding tongue. The moment they touched, JD groaned deep in his throat and his arms hauled her against him, closer still. His hands were flat on her back, holding her, the pads of his fingers massaging her flesh.

Gráinne gasped when he pressed his hips against her again and again. No, not his hips. Something harder. He slid his hands around and grasped her bottom, squeezing it roughly, holding her as he slowly ground himself against her.

As his kiss deepened, Gráinne continued losing all sense of reality. She couldn’t believe how easily JD made her drop her defenses. Was she so needy for a man’s touch?

“JD,” she heard herself whisper, but he didn’t seem to hear her. Or if he did, he ignored her. “John.” He looked at her then. His eyes smoldered with desire. What she felt echoed in his gaze.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, as he stroked the backs of his fingers against her cheek, smoothing away an errant curl. His gaze followed his fingers as they traveled down her neck to her collarbone, and then dipped to the cleft between her breasts. He used both to part the collar of her wrap, easily pushing it off her shoulders. Too easily. She couldn’t stop him. She followed his gaze to her breasts where he gently cupped them. Her nipples pebbled under his thumbs.

She felt his breath against her skin just before he claimed a nipple between his lips. The feel of his mouth on her was like lightning strike. It shot a bolt of fire through her body so intense she arched against him. She buried her fingers in his hair just to make sure he didn’t stop.

Her body was on fire. Every nerve ending was alive with sensation.

He slipped his arms around her and the tiny hairs on his arms grazed her skin, sending tingles up her spine. The cool night air did nothing to tame the sensations racing through her. There was nothing she could to do stop him. Her will was gone.

He gazed up at her while he suckled her. Neither moved. His gaze was intense, questioning, as if asking for permission to continue.

Then he moved to her other breast.

“Jazus!” she cursed aloud.

She should have said no.

She should have said stop.

She should have said a lot of things. Later, when she had her senses back, she was sure she’d come up with several choice words. Right now, though, she found it hard just to breathe.

JD rose and reclaimed her mouth. His chest hairs on her sensitive breasts enticed her all the more. She was forced to grasp the counter to remain upright.

As if she wasn’t having enough trouble standing on two legs, JD hauled one leg around his waist. It was by willpower alone she was able to stand at all.

The instant his lips touched hers again, it seemed her whole world stood still; his fire consumed her. It washed over her and drowned her in a pool of liquid passion the like she’d never felt before. No man had ever kissed her with as much feeling.

God, he would make her come if he kept rubbing against her like this. And God help her, she wanted him inside her. Now.

It was all too much. The realization of what she was doing hit her so suddenly, it left her shattered and weak. She had to remind herself sex was not love, no matter how good it felt. She craved approval. She wanted acceptance. She wanted to be loved, damn it! By God, JD’s touch echoed something she fought hard to name.

“No,” she gasped, pushing him back.

Every inch of her flesh was alive with feeling. It had never been like this before. No man had ever made her feel this way. No man had ever touched her so lovingly. His touch was loving but it wasn’t love. She barely knew the man. No. It wasn’t love, she told herself.

He shot his gaze up to hers, passion and confusion twisting as one across his face.

She was slow to come back to earth, but when she did, a wave of shame washed over her, drowning her contentment.

“I’m sorry. No.” She pushed JD away from her, but her legs refused to support her weight and she would have sunk to the floor had he not steadied her. She grasped the edges of her robe and pulled them back together.

Her eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip to keep them at bay. She would not let him see how this affected her. She couldn’t look at him, but his fingers were on her chin and turning her toward him. His eyes were filled with passion and . . . something. She couldn’t read his expression.

“No,” she gasped through the tears suddenly spilling down her cheeks. “Leave me alone.”

It had to be the stress of the day making her feel this way, making her so vulnerable, and not that she desired JD. But she did desire him. She had since Halloween night when he surreptitiously stepped into her life.

“Sshhh,” he whispered, and pulled her against him. “It’s okay.”

“Please, just . . . don’t.” He refused to listen to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. He cupped the back of her head in his hot palm and held her to his shoulder where she finally lost it.

Reminder: Be sure to leave a comment for your entry into the Snog in the Snow prize! All comments are entered to win a new Kindle Voyage!

 

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Just in time for Deepavali!

ONE NIGHT IN NEW DELHI

This book is the 27th edition into the City Nights series, published by Tirgearr Publishing.

This book is set during the Festival of Lights in India, also known as Deepavali or Diwali.

Hannah Maguire and Sudesh Kumar had been lovers in Dublin City, both studying for their degrees in similar areas of Archaeology. What she had treated as a college romance, Hannah realized, as he was leaving Dublin for the job of a lifetime back home in India, was she had lost her heart to him.

Now, five years later, Hannah is working as an archivist in the National Museum in Dublin when she's invited to the National Museum of India in New Delhi to inspect a new and rare artifact found on an archaeological dig.

The last person she expects to see when she enters the museum is Sudesh. She didn’t know where he was, or even if he was still in India, but soon learns he's the one who made the discovery, and had been the one encouraging the museum to invite her onto the project.

On meeting, everything they'd shared washes over Hannah—all of the love and passion, and a heart so broken, she still hadn't recovered. To make things more difficult, it's Deepavali/Diwali and Sudesh has promises to make it a memorable experience.

Will this one night really be one to remember, or will Sudesh's secret send Hannah into a tailspin she might not recover from this time?

Experience all the colors of India. Grab your copy of One Night in New Delhi here. And use the mailer on my sidebar to let me know what you think of this story.

Happy reading!

Kemberlee



Thursday, September 29, 2016

Available On Preorder Now!

I'm so excited to announce that my latest book, One Night in New Delhi, is now available on preorder!!

Reserve your copy today for just 99c/99p on Amazon. It will be delivered to you the second it goes on sale...which means you'll be the first to get it ;-)

My book is available through most of Amazon's sites that stock erotic romance, but you can START HERE.

Hannah Maguire and Sudesh Kumar had been lovers in Dublin City, both studying for their degrees in similar areas of Archaeology. What she had treated as a college romance, Hannah realized, as he was leaving Dublin for the job of a lifetime back home in India, was she had lost her heart to him.

Now, five years later, Hannah is working as an archivist in the National Museum in Dublin when she's invited to the National Museum of India in New Delhi to inspect a new and rare artefact found on an archaeological dig.

The last person she expects to see when she enters the museum is Sudesh. She didn’t know where he was, or even if he was still in India, but soon learns he's the one who made the discovery, and had been the one encouraging the museum to invite her onto the project.

On meeting, everything they'd shared washes over Hannah—all of the love and passion, and a heart so broken, she still hadn't recovered. To make things more difficult, it's Deepavali/Diwali and Sudesh has promises to make it a memorable experience.

Will this one night really be one to remember, or will it send Hannah into a tailspin she might not recover from this time?

And if you're interested in reviewing this book, please contact me through the emailer on the sidebar.

Friday, August 05, 2016

What's up next? My current WIP.

I'm busy working away on my next book -- One Night in New Delhi. This will be book #27 in Tirgearr Publishing's popular City Nights series.

The research has been amazing, and I've had some help here and there from Indian friends, and those with a love of India. Of course, I've been watching every documentary I can find on India, listening to the  music, and having more than my fair share of curries! And I'd be remiss if I didn't say I was a frequent user of Google Maps. While it doesn't offer the road experience, there are hundreds of images applied to the most popular places.

It's all been a lot of fun.

Getting the story kicked off was a little challenge, but after finding the right path (perhaps via an Indian spirit guide?) I'm on my way.

I'm happy to share a quick extract from my WIP and hope you like it.


“Hannah!”

Startled, I spun at the sound of my name and stumbled into his arms.

As much as I hadn’t expected to see Sudesh while I was in New Delhi, it hadn’t really occurred to me that if I did, it would be in the museum. It was an illogical thought. He was as much an archaeologist as I was.

My nipples instantly pebbled as I slid against him, and every ounce of familiarity crashed over me in waves. My heart pounded hard just then. I was sure I looked as startled as he did.

The weight of my body in his arms compounded our closeness, as he held me just off the floor. A few inches more, and I’d be supine with him on top of me. The thought made that place between my thighs thrum to life.

I’d always loved the way he pronounced my name. His soft accent made the name I never liked sound sensual and beautiful. Even now, after so long, the one simple word was like a punch in the gut and brought up all the feelings I thought I’d cried out of me.

“Sudesh.”

Even to me, his name sounded like a whisper on my lips. I clung to him, praying he’d opt for the floor, even as he pulled me up to stand before him.

He didn’t release me but embraced me with tender familiarity. He cupped my cheek in one hand and kissed me. His palm seared its imprint on my face and I gasped against his mouth. I felt the dupatta fall from my head and my hair fall loose, and his fingers at my nape.

His kiss was too short to be passionate, but also too long to be casual. It was just long enough to muddle my thoughts, and taste the Masala tea on his lips.

I fisted the fabric across his back and felt the muscle mass there I hadn’t remembered from our time together in Dublin. I knew his body better than I knew my own. His time working dig sites had obviously filled him out, and I was curious to see him as he was now.

I didn’t push him away as he held me. I couldn’t. I had to fight my instincts to pull him closer. He’d left me heartbroken, but dammit, I suddenly didn’t care.

But as quickly as he’d kissed me, it was over. It was Sudesh who finally ended the kiss but didn’t pull away.

He gazed down at me with his rich, dark eyes. They darted over me as if searching for something. I didn’t look away though. Through all of my mixed emotions, I wanted to see all of him too, and compare the man he was now to the man I’d known then.

“I very much enjoyed watching you pose as the Goddess Parvati.” Humor danced in his eyes.

I tried looking away then, instantly shy at his comment. “You know me, always mucking about.” I tried pulling out of his arms, but he held me.

“It seems to me, we both enjoyed your mucking about.” His teeth shone through his gentle smile, highlighted against his rich, mocha colored skin. He seemed a little darker than I remembered, and it occurred to me that all the time he spent outdoors on digs had tanned him. In Ireland, we’re so naïve about other cultures that I hadn’t considered this possibility.

He continued gazing at me for a moment, then said, “I am happy to see you.”

It was obvious by his expression he was. It made my insides ache.

It was all too familiar—his embrace, his scent, his taste. It all washed over me and soaked me with memories. My stomach clench into my chest and stole my breath.

I had loved him back then. It took his leaving to realize it had really never been just a fling for me. God help me now, but I still loved him.

Everything I’d been through over the years instantly vanished, and I wanted him. I felt we could simply fall into each other’s arms again—right here—and I’d let him have his way with me.

If I’d been nervous before about working on this project, it paled in comparison to knowing Sudesh was here too.

Why was he here? All I knew was he’d left me . . . left Dublin, I corrected myself . . . for Kashmir. Beyond that, I knew nothing of where the last five years had taken him.

It was too much to bear, so I forced myself to step back before I collapsed against him in tears. I felt the chill when his palm fell away from my cheek, and my body trembled. A curious feeling in the Indian heat.

I crossed my arms in front of me. I knew was a defense mechanism, but it put a barrier between us and gave me a senses of security, even if it was a false sense.

“I’m glad to see you too, Sudesh. I . . .”

I what? What could I say to him now, after so long being apart? Why did you leave me? Where have you been? Why didn’t you come for me? Did you miss me...?

Did I really need to dredge up the past? I’d moved on, hadn’t I? He certainly had. Hell, he could even be married by now, for all I knew. I flicked a glance at his hands and noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring on his finger, but did Hindus honor that western tradition?

Look away, Hannah, I told myself when my gaze found his again. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to rush back into his arms. Instead, I looked around the textiles exhibit area, trying to distract myself. My gaze fell onto the statue of Pavarti and I cursed to myself. Mimicking her pose had gotten me into this position in the first place. I’m sure things would have been different had I seen Sudesh again from across the room and not with me falling into his arms.

One Night in New Dehili - Available 26 October.

* Watch this space for the preorder dates!








Wednesday, July 06, 2016

Summer Sale - 50% off all Tirgearr Publishing books through July!

Log into Tirgearr Publishing to find books you'll love to read!

And yes, all of my books are included in this sale:

Rhythm Of My Heart, book one of the Irish Pride series

A Piece Of My Heart, book two of the Irish Pride series

Shape Of My Heart, book three of the Irish Pride series

OR grab the Irish Pride box set, includes all three books above, plus Constant Craving

Also:

Murder in Mornington, book one of the Sassy O'Brien Mystery Series

Awakening, book one of the ABCs Of S-E-X: Love By The Letter

One Night In Dublin, book nine of the City Nights series

Carmel Charmers Series, includes Tutti Frutti Blues and Dude Looks Like A Lady

The Power Of Love

Moondance

This sale is only on through Smashwords. Add the books you want to your shopping cart then be sure to include the SSW50 code at check out to get half off these books.

Smashwords is a great one-stop-shop, regardless of your ereader format. They carry all formats.

So what are you waiting for?


Happy reading! :-)


Thursday, April 07, 2016

COMPETITION TIME!

cover art from Cora Graphics
Are you going to the RT Booklovers Convention in Las Vegas this month?

Look for cover model, Vikkas Bhardwaj, while you're there. Tell him you're a friend of mine, then take a photo with Vikkas holding one of my book cards featuring One Night in New Delhi.

*THEN* email it to me or tag me on social media, and I'll enter your name in a draw for a special prize at the end of the month!!

Vikkas will be there from the 15th through the weekend, so don't miss him. And don't forget to drop my name!

Read more about One Night in New Delhi.

Happy April!


Monday, March 21, 2016

COVER REVEAL: One Night in New Delhi

OK the wait is over. I'm ready to make my big announcement. It starts with a new book...

🌟 ONE NIGHT IN NEW DELHI 🌟

This book will be #27 in the City Nights series at Tirgearr Publishing, publishing in October, just in time for Diwali, the Indian Festival of Lights, which is when this story is set.

What makes this extra special is that my friends, Vikkas Bhardwaj and Dima Mawas, are the cover models!

As many of you know, Vikkas is a well known cover model -- Vikkas Zone -- and he recently added a new line to his collection of stock photographs, at my behest...traditional Indian costume!

One Night in New Delhi is the *very first* cover to feature one of the images from Vikkas' new collection of traditional Indian costumes!

AND he's taking this cover with him to the RT Booklovers Convention in Las Vegas in April to use to promote his new line of images.

I can't tell you how excited I am about this story, about the cover, and about the wonderful correspondence Vikkas and I have had the last couple weeks setting up this cover and the story itself. Vikkas is simply wonderful. Not just to work with, but as a person. He's not just a pretty face ;-) Thanks, Vikkas! You're a prince!!

Stay tuned over the coming weeks as I will be sharing some extracts from the book on my Facebook page. I know October seems a long way away, but it's really barely six months. But the book should be ready for preorder sometime between July and August, so the wait won't be too long.

Also big kudos going out to Cora Graphics for this amazingly stunning cover art!!! You're the Chef, Cora!!

Be sure to visit Vikkas' website and then follow him on Facebook, and Dima too.

So...what do you all think? Is this cover hot or what?! Would love to hear your comments.


Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Crazy in Love Valentine's Mega Giveaway!

Click here to enter!!

This is the time of year when we romance authors are abuzz with visions of hearts and flowers dancing in our heads. In fact, we are so full of love, we have decided to give away a ton of books and even a $100 Amazon Gift Card to you, our beloved readers! Because we love you oh so much! XOXOXOXOXOXOX

So what do you have to do to enter? Click the link above and follow the options at the Rafflecopter.

Then, keep your eyes peeled for the winners on Februrary 15th!

A full list of prizes are listed after the Rafflecopter, but YES, I have two books on offer: Awakening and One Night in Dublin ;-)

Good luck and be sure to share some love around.











Monday, January 11, 2016

Murder in Mornington goes on tour!



I've started a review tour today for MURDER IN MORNINGTON. This tour runs 11-25 January. Please follow me!

There's a unique prize on offer too!! Enter Rafflecopter at the bottom of the page.

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January 12 - Books Are Love
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January 13 - The Indie Express
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January 15 - A Life Through Books
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January 19 - Bless Their Hearts Mom
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January 20 - eBook Addicts
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January 21 - Us Girls and a Book
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January 25 -  RABT Reviews
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Sunday, January 03, 2016

And the winners are...

First off, I'd like to thank Sue Coletta for running this massive competition. This took a lot of work and coordinating to make it happen, especially over the busy holiday season. Thanks, Sue!


I'd also like to thank the *726* people who entered this competition. That's a massive turnout! Unfortunately, only three entrants could be chosen to win these 30 crime novels.

And those winners are…

Carol Sue Anderson

Mark Antonie Fauchelle

Rosemary Jarrell

Congratulations to you all.

Each participating author will gift you their books through Amazon within the week. Please contact Sue around the 10th if any of these titles have not yet been received.

Though it’s not mandatory, we (all of the participating authors) truly hope you’ll consider leaving reviews. Reviews help authors sell books so more can enjoy their stories. A review can be as simple as “Couldn’t put the book down!” Or “Great read.” Also, with paid promotion and marketing, authors need reviews before advertisers will accept their books into their scheme. So please review.

For those who really wanted to win a copy of my book, Murder in Mornington, you can still grab a copy for just 99c/99p/99euc through Amazon. My books are available on all of Amazon's 14 sites, so visit your favorite site to find this book.


Happy New Year everyone!