New Release~Alone~

I'm so excited to announce that Alone is available from Silver Publishing's 25 Days of Christmas! Wahooo! It's also available on All Romance Ebooks. They don't play around, do they?? I hope you enjoy!

Blurb:

After experiencing a traumatic childhood, Darcelle Campbell carries scars that never healed into her adult life. Her guardian angel is placed on earth to prevent her from suffering a tragic event on Christmas Eve.

However, Jack can only do so much. It is Darcelle who must change for the better to ensure the dark event never occurs. In addition to this, she must open her heart to Harley, or lose everything.

Will she tear down the walls she's worked so hard to construct over the years, and allow herself to experience love from a man who strives to stay by her side no matter what, or will she forfeit it all, and succumb to the tragic event foretold by Jack?

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Excerpt:

Darcelle Campbell slipped out of Harley's grasp as she struggled to free herself from the impeding emotions bombarding her. Once again, he'd gotten too close for comfort. Their on again, off again relationship was based strictly upon her terms, ever since she was nineteen years old. Now, in their thirties, she knew he sought more from her, possibly even marriage.


Sighing, she sat up in bed, clutching the comforter close to her naked body. Darcelle observed the sleeping blond man. They'd known one another since she was fourteen. Back then, he'd just moved to Maryland from West Virginia, looking for construction work. Her stepfather, Jackson Wagner had taken the young man under his wing, teaching him all there was to know about the construction business.

Sunlight slipped through the Venetian blinds and kissed the curly golden mass framing his strong masculine features. He was so handsome. All a woman could ever want in a man. Other admirable qualities included; his kindness, generosity, thoughtfulness, and consideration. Why couldn't she be the same?

Darcelle tweaked her black razor cut shoulder length hair and turned to look in the mirror on the door of her closet, beside the bed. She frowned as she studied her reflection. To him, she was a goddess, but in her own eyes she was plain at best. She knew he adored her flawless mocha skin, chocolate brown eyes, and other exotic features. Her oval shaped face and high cheek bones were a gift from her great-grandmother, who was half Black Foot Indian and African American. She continued staring at her reflection while tracing the outline of her full pouty lips, as Harley usually did when he gazed lovingly into her eyes.

He stirred. His green eyes fluttered open, and a smile formed on his face.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said softly, reaching up to caress her chin with a strong hand. "What a beautiful sight to wake up to." He propped himself up with an elbow. "Wish this could happen every day."

"Good morning, Harley," she said with a smile. Already, she knew where this conversation was going. She bent down, allowing her lips to brush his, almost giving into the strong pull of love, and basking in the fluttering of her heart. Instantly, she pulled back. This was a mistake, and an emotion she couldn't allow. She tried to leave the bed, but he yanked her back quickly, forcing her to gaze into liquid green eyes.

"Don't do this to me again, woman." Harley breathed, as he cupped her face between work roughened hands. His eyes pleaded with her. "I don't want to be away from you, Darcelle." His thumb stroked her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. "Christmas will be here soon, let's go shopping, or something. I thought since we both have the day off, we couldó"

She interrupted. "Harley, it's time to get up, and there's so much I have to do."

He frowned, forcing the vein between his eyebrows to dance. "Umó I thought we would share this day, remember? Don't do this to meó to us." He released her from his grasp, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "You know, it's only eight o clock."

She bit her lip, trying to think of an excuse as he stroked her smooth mocha colored skin. "Well, I've got some paperwork I need to take care of andó"

He pulled her against his hard body and kissed her cheek. "Don't make me leave." His hand brushed against her nipple, forcing a whimper from her. "You know, it would be nice if you'd let me in here," he gently tapped on her forehead, "and let me know why you resist us so much. I'm tired of you shutting me out, Darcelle."

"You know how difficult it is for me to share my thoughts, and feelings," she murmured with regret. "Ió"

"My God, woman! We're both in our thirties, and have been dating on and off for years," he exclaimed, swiping his hair from his face. "I don't get you sometimes. Whenever we get close, something clicks in your head, and you back off." He shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head in frustration. "Do you even love me?" Jaw set tight, he searched her eyes for an answer.

"I care for you, you know that." That was the most she could give him. He'd have to take it or leave it. The hurt look on his face confirmed the fact that his patience was wearing thin. She couldn't blame him.

"You care for me? Sorry, I'm not buying it." He reached for her, but she pushed his hand away.

"Look, I think you should leave, okay?" she said as she left the bed and grabbed her robe from the floor. Quickly, she slipped it on.

"Please, just talk to me. Let me in. What goes on in that head of yours?" She looked away from his mesmerizing gaze.

"I'm just so busy with my business, and Ió"

In a fit of anger, Harley jumped out of bed and began dressing. "Fine, you can have your business, you can spend the dayóalone," he said, slipping his boxers on, and then his jeans. "I'm getting sick of this shit." He paused before slipping his black sweater over his head. "When you're ready for a relationship, you know where to find me!" There was silence as he sat on the edge of the bed to slip his socks and boots on. He stood and stared at her for a few moments, as though waiting for an answer that would never come. "I'll talk to you soon, I guess," he snapped before snatching his keys from the black lacquer nightstand.

"Go after him," a tiny voice in the back of her mind commanded. She continued staring at the spot where he stood, and listened as he stormed down the stairs, and out the door. She jumped when he slammed it, and she continued to stare off into space. Tears welled in her eyes when she heard the diesel engine of his truck start.

"You're going to lose him," the voice came again. This time, she looked around. Was she going crazy, or was it her imagination? Shrugging it off, she sighed and sat down on the bed. She'd lied. There was no paperwork. She'd concocted the lie to get him to leave her alone. Truth of the matter was, Christmas was coming, and this was the most painful time of the year for her.

Now Available at Silver Publishing  and All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, 1PlaceforRomance

 

Alone ~ 25 Days of Christmas at Silver Publishing

Hello folks, "Alone" is part of Silver Publishing's 25 Days of Christmas Anthology, to be released December 17th! As a matter of fact, I Hope you enjoy!

Blurb:

After experiencing a traumatic childhood, Darcelle Campbell carries scars that never healed into her adult life. Her guardian angel is placed on earth to prevent her from suffering a tragic event on Christmas Eve.

However, Jack can only do so much. It is Darcelle who must change for the better to ensure the dark event never occurs. In addition to this, she must open her heart to Harley, or lose everything. 

Will she tear down the walls she's worked so hard to construct over the years, and allow herself to experience love from a man who strives to stay by her side no matter what, or will she forfeit it all, and succumb to the tragic event foretold by Jack?

Chapter One

Darcelle Campbell slipped out of Harley’s grasp as she struggled to free herself from the impeding emotions bombarding her. Once again, he was getting too close for comfort. Their on again, off again relationship was based strictly upon her terms, since she was nineteen years old. Now, in their thirties, she knew he sought more from her, possibly even marriage.

Sighing, she sat up in bed, clutching the comforter close to her naked body, and observed the blond man sleeping. They’d known one another since she was fourteen. Back then, he’d just moved to Maryland from West Virginia, looking for construction work. Her stepfather, Jackson Wagner had taken the young man under his wing, teaching him all there was to know about the construction business.

Sunlight slipped through the Venetian blinds and kissed the curly golden mass framing his strong masculine features. He was so handsome, and all a woman could ever want in a man. Other qualities included his kindness, generosity, thoughtfulness, and consideration. Why couldn’t she be the same?

Darcelle tweaked her black razor cut shoulder length hair and turned to look in the mirror on the door of her closet, beside the bed. She frowned as she studied her reflection. To him, she was a goddess, but in her own eyes, she was plain, at best. She knew he adored her flawless mocha skin and chocolate brown eyes, and other exotic features. Her oval shaped face and high cheek bones were a gift from her great-grandmother, who was half Blackfoot Indian and African American. She continued staring at her reflection while tracing the outline of her full pouty lips, as Harley usually did when he gazed lovingly in her chocolate depths.

He stirred, and soon, green eyes fluttered open, and a smile formed on his face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said softly, reaching up to caress her chin with a strong hand. “What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” he murmured as he propped himself up with an elbow. “Wish this could happen every day.”

“Good morning Harley,” she said with a smile. Already, she knew where this conversation was going. She bent down, allowing her lips to brush his, almost giving into the strong pull of love, and basking in the fluttering of her heart. Instantly, she pulled back. This was a mistake, and an emotion she couldn’t allow. She tried leaving the bed, but he yanked her back quickly, forcing her to gaze into liquid green eyes.

“Don’t do this to me again, woman.” Harley breathed, as he cupped her face between work roughened hands. His eyes pleaded with her. “I don’t want to be away from you, Darcelle.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. “Christmas will be here soon, let’s go shopping, or something. I thought since we both have the day off, we could—“

She interrupted. “Harley, it’s time to get up, and there’s so much I have to do.”

He frowned, forcing the vein between his eyebrows to dance. “Um—I thought we would share this day, remember? Don’t do this to me--to us.” He released her from his grasp, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “You know, it’s only eight o clock.”   She bit her lip, trying to think of an excuse as he stroked her smooth mocha colored skin. “Well, I’ve got some paperwork I need to take care of and—“

He pulled her against his hard body and kissed her cheek. “Don’t make me leave.” His hand brushed against her nipple, forcing a whimper from her. “You know, it would be nice if you’d let me in here.” He gently tapped on her forehead. “I’m tired of you shutting me out Darcelle.”

“You’re taking things way too fast. I’m not ready to move in with you. I’m still just really enjoying being in my own place, you know?”

“My God, woman! We’re both in our thirties, and have been dating on and off for years,” he exclaimed, swiping his hair from his face. “I don’t get you sometimes. Whenever we get close, something clicks in your head, and you back off.” He shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head in frustration. “Do you even love me?” Jaw set tight, he searched her eyes for an answer.

“I care for you, you know that.”  That was the most she could give him. He’d have to take it or leave it. The hurt look on his face confirmed the fact that his patience was wearing thin. She couldn’t blame him.

“You care for me? Sorry, I’m not buying it.” He reached for her, but she pushed his hand away.

“Look, I think you should leave, okay,” she said as she left the bed and grabbed her robe from the floor. Quickly, she slipped it on.

“Please, just talk to me. Let me in. What goes on in that head of yours?” She looked away from his mesmerizing gaze.  

“I’m just so busy with my business, and I—“

In a fit of anger, Harley jumped out of bed and began dressing. “Fine, you can have your business, you can spend the day--alone,” he said, slipping his boxers on, then his jeans. “I’m getting sick of this shit.” He paused before slipping his black sweater over his head. “When you’re ready for a relationship, you know where to find me!” There was silence as he sat on the edge of the bed to slip his socks and boots on. He stood and stared at her for a few moments, as though waiting for an answer that would never come. “I’ll talk to you soon, I guess,” he snapped before snatching his keys from the black lacquer nightstand.

“Go after him,” a tiny voice in the back of her mind commanded. She continued staring at the spot where he stood, and listened as he stormed down the stairs, and out the door. She jumped when he slammed it, and she continued to stare off into space. Tears welled in her eyes when she heard the diesel engine of his truck start.

“You’re going to lose him,” the voice came again. This time, she looked around. Was she going crazy, or was it her imagination? Shrugging it off, she sighed and sat down on the bed. She’d lied. There was no paperwork. She’d concocted the lie to get him to leave her alone. Truth of the matter was, Christmas was coming, and this was the most painful time of the year for her.

 

Coming to Silver Publishing, December 17th, 2010

~Meet Wicked Leanore~

Hello folks! Please put your hands together and welcome Wicked Leanore dubbed by me, Wicked One.  

  

CK: Please, tell us how and when you launched your fabulous writing career.

In 2007, my kids retired me from working. They told me to write and pursue my dream. I had worked on a novel on and off for ten years. I set out to learn and become educated in all aspects of writing. This novel is now

 The Soul Trilogy the second book was released September 25th By Silver Publishing.

CK:  Where did you submit your first story?

Well, that’s a “Bad story” of a publisher that will remain unnamed. I learned the hard way through this experience, to always check out the publisher with sources such as Predators and Editors. This pub was a definite predator.

CK:  Do you write full time? If not, how do you fit writing into your busy schedule? 

Yes, all the time at an obsessive pace. I wrote a novel full length at 50-k edited it and submitted it to my publisher (Knight Romance) in 12 days time! It was so pretty and polished that it will be out in e-book and print by the end of October. I wrote it September 1st 2010!

CK:  Please, tell us, what are the pros and cons of being a published author?

I am sorry, but I am one of those positive saps. I only see the chance to be read. Yes, there are bad reviews, bad publishers and retailers; along with submitting your life away to a hundred different Publishers in a hundred different ways. But I don’t care about all of that. I just care about being a GOOD writer. 

CK:  Would you do us the honor of providing a sneak peek of your most recent project, if possible?

Oooh yes, Nowhere, Arizona: The Sunset Warrior, Book One (my 12 day novel) By Knight Romance Publishing written especially for their “Nocturnal Seduction Line”

Madeline is a driven Executive from Los Angeles and she finds herself stranded in Nowhere, Arizona. She meets Devon and he is so different from any man she’s ever met. He sets out to seduce her in many different ways, to get her to be true to her wild self and to let go of that cold, power hungry world that she has always lived in.

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He stood tall and his tan skin looked dark in the low light of the cave, his abdominal muscles rippled under the glow of the torches.

She struggled and her body seemed to writhe with this wild need.

“Woman?” he called.

She panted and heaved while her angry eyes glared at him.

He slyly motioned his head to the wall as he crossed his arms over his bare chest.

She swallowed through the gag. No, don’t look Maddy, don’t! Her head turned of its own volition and she stared.

The next drawing had the man’s face between the woman’s legs. The woman’s expression was of pure ecstasy.

She felt a shudder and she grew wet.

He stood back and watched her. His face remained impassive.

She looked at him and shook her head. Oh, god, oh god! She felt a pulsing run through her.

He stepped closer.

She was breathing heavily. I want him to! I need to feel his...No! He is trying to...Her thoughts whirled around as she felt his hot breath on her skin. Her body grew rigid.

“Do you want it?” He whispered low.

Her body quivered with the words and she shook her head.

He smiled at the lie, “I shall give you a small taste.” He lifted his head with the words. “Do you...?”

Her eyes rounded. Taste salty and sweet? Her thoughts finished the sentence.

There was flicker of something that passed through his eyes.

“Dev!” She tried to scream through the gag. It came out as a muffled scream.

He applied his tongue onto her tender skin.

Her whole body shivered.

His hands drew up and he opened her folds with his fingers. He placed his warm lips over her exposed clit.

“Mmmm...” She jumped as she felt it throb and harden.

 He slid his tongue up and then back down over it with a rapid motion and then he slowed his tonguing as he tilted her hips up. He pulled her open wider and stuck his rigid hot tongue into her, he literally thrusted her with it...... 

CK:  Please share one of your earlier novels with us.

All of my novels I have worked on for the past three years, getting them edited and publisher worthy. Submitting them to many publishers took up most of that time. Today: Beasts Of Forever was released by Wild Horse Press, it is one of a three- book series. The unique premise will make these tales popular in the Erotic Paranormal Genre with sexy Humanesque gargoyles that are insatiable, when it comes to getting satisfied. I call them “My Erotic Epiphany.”

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She did not feel fear, instead she felt something else. She spun out of his arms and stepped back.

He drew closer, placing his hands onto her arms.

She felt her own sharp nails digging into her palms. Something was happening to her body she felt a violence taking over. 

"Go ahead and fight me, but it is the only way." He pulled her close.

She felt the hardness of him stabbing at her thighs and she grew wet.

"Fight you?" She whispered. "I have wanted---"

He covered her mouth with his and her words melted. He kissed her for a long moment with a fierce possession. He pulled away and turned her around, moving her up against the dresser.

Their strange rippling reflections were there in the mirror.

She was panting now and she could not breathe. She felt on fire as though she were burning.

His eyes were glowing as he stared at her face. He picked her up by her hips and bent her over, the small mirror above the dresser casting his forceful movements. He eased two fingers into her.

 She gasped.

He watched her face in the mirror while he thrust them in and out. "It is better that you see all the ways you will turn for me..." His deep voice purred at her.

She spread her legs wider in order to get more.

He thrust his fingers deeper in side of her. "You will be filled all the way up with me."

Her eyes dilated again and she thrust herself down onto his fingers with abandon.

"I knew you would be willing." He slid two more fingers in.

"Yes, please more!" She panted and moved her hips around.

He removed his fingers. 

She gasped loudly, feeling a forlorn emptiness. I am going insane. I act as though I will die if he does not fuck me. What is happening to me? 

He continued to look at her face in the mirror as he lifted her hips. Me, that’s what has happened.

She heard his words echo in her mind while she looked into his eyes. 

"There will be no stopping this, Constance," he spoke aloud.

 A wild, crazy need surged through her and she thrashed her body around. "I need…" Her words came in gasps, "Please Jack!" Her juices flowed down her legs.

His eyes narrowed while reaching down and he swiped a finger through it. "You have proved that you need it," he spoke low into her ear. 

The vibrating sound of his voice seemed to cause a spasm in her body.

He lowered her down onto him and plunged deep.

CK:  Oh dear, I need a little ice water because that was so hot Wicked One. Ahem--Um, now where we? Where do you see yourself two years from now? 

Well, my dream-sights are closer than that. I feel that by the middle of 2011, I will be read on a wide scale. I channeled these stories as though I was merely a witness and I write down what I see. Others will see how unique and intriguing these tales are. I do write depth to my characters too, it’s not all just hot sex, you know? The stories and suspense escalate and while emotions are high? That’s when we have the great sex! (Wicked-giggle)

CK:  What are your hobbies? 

My huge family, yes I call them my hobby, though they do come first. Because there’s writing and then there’s: A hubby of 29 years, a fulltime job of chasing a three year old, endless pets that include 8 cats, 3 dogs, fish and a mountain lizard. Six 20 somethings’ live here with my writer-Hubby and I, and their drama would keep anyone occupied. With all the huge meals and clean-up? I also have a jungle garden that I raised from my own two green thumbs.

CK:  How do you unwind?  

I get away by getting into the stories. It’s like I get to read and write them at the same time and I feel so lucky to be able to do that! I know it’s dumb, but like I said; OBSESSED!

CK:  No dear, that isn't dumb. That is how our stories come to us. Sometimes you get a little choked up, especially with an emotional scene, and sometimes you just burst out laughing over a funny scene, and well, there are those hot scenes that make you squirm in your seat. LOL Now, do you mold your characters strictly from imagination or from those you cross paths with in everyday life? 

I have a highly talented Muse and she is oh, so, wicked. I even named her ‘Wicked Leanore’ in fact. There are no limits to what she may show me and readers are gonna feel like I do about these Romantica Tales that she spins. They are gonna eat it up, because it makes you feel so... out of yourself and away from the real world and you end up...Satisfied?

CK:  What methods of research do you utilize? 

I do enough so that I know what I am speaking about. I wanted so very much to use the Hualapai Indian language in the Nowhere Series. But alas, there was almost none on record. So, I avoided using it. The research for my gargoyle beasts took me on a long journey and I was wowed by their long vibrant history, it reinforced my feeling of reality with those sexy beasts. For the Soul books? I learned Cajun and Creole “Quoi faire!” And say it... For True! 

CK:  Where can you be found on the internet? 

Several places: One is My Facebook Tribute Page and you just cannot miss SOUL CIRCLE my huge colorful website. Its a true Phenom Library of 150 books where I promote 85 authors!

 CK: Awesome, you are a true gem for what you do, and I would like to say, thank you. Authors promoting authors is where it's at. What advice can you pass on to new writers? 

Forget YOUR Ego, period and add an exclamation point to that. Perfect your grammar, punctuation and learn the rules for dialogue! Watch for redundancy and repeated phrases, find ways to shorten it when it’s too long. Don’t have an ego about most of your critic’s remarks. Instead, look at it again and see if they have a point. Learn to use you word processor properly and remember that there is no such thing as the “Perfect” book. Meaning: it can never be good enough. So go over it and over it. Or, hire an experienced editor. This will make or break your career.

CK:  Awesome advice, my dear! Leanore Elliott thank you so much for sharing. It was awesome having you here today!