October 15, 2011

Saturdays Salacious Suggestions - Share Your Blurb

I'm continuing with my invite to authors to post their blurbs for one of their books, and the links to buy them, of course.  Just paste your information as a comment.

I'm at the Northwest Houston Lone Star Conference today, so it'll be later when I check in, but I hope ya'll fill up my comment box!

Anna Kathryn
www.aklanier.com

13 comments:

Caroline Clemmons said...

Anna Kathryn, I know you're enjoying the conference. Here's a blurb for my 99 cent backlist on Kindle. THE MOST UNSUITABLE WIFE is about a marriage of convenience that blossoms into real a true love match. The idea for the book came from a tiny kernel in the form of a story my grandmother told me about a girl in her hometown who quit school because of all the rumors and teasing she was forced to endure. Although my grandmother didn’t know what happened to the girl, I wanted her story to have a happy end.

Here’s the blurb:

Wanted: one completely improper bride.

Even if Drake Kincaid had placed such an advertisement in every paper in the country, he couldn’t have found a better candidate than Pearl Parker...which is fine with him. After all, his parents’ will stipulates only that he marry by his thirtieth birthday, not that he marry well. And no one--including Drake’s grandfather, the man determined to hold him to the ridiculous provision--could possibly think tall, bossy Pearl with her ragtag siblings and questionable “cousin” Belle will make a good wife. Until Drake realizes that in her startling violet eyes he sees a beautiful woman with a generous soul...

Their life together may not have started with hearts and flowers, but Drake and Pearl will soon learn that real love--with a breathtaking dose of passion--will make their marriage a true romance.

buy link is http://www.amazon.com/MOST-UNSUITABLE-WIFE-Kincaids-ebook/dp/B004OR1VOO/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1318730918&sr=1-4

marybelle said...

Keep them coming. I'm enjoying them.

Anna Kathryn Lanier said...

THE PRICELESS GIFT

The last thing Christina Scott expects Santa to bring her is a sexy—and very familiar—cowboy. Gavin Holloway’s just as shocked to discover she’s the woman he’s sent to pick up from the airport for a Christmas visit with her brother. They'd spent one hot week together months ago—a week where they both left their identities and individual problems behind. Neither ever expected a reunion.

Little do they know, Santa's elf has more than coal up his sleeve. Ho ho ho and a badgering we'll go before reindeer two-step on their rooftop and deliver THE PRICELESS GIFT that will leave their snowy days sizzling.

TWRP:
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=86_106&products_id=635

NOOK:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/priceless-gift-anna-kathryn-lanier/1102214048?ean=2940012419644&itm=4&usri=anna%2bkathryn%2blanier

KINDLE:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Priceless-Gift-ebook/dp/B0056IXPDU/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1317524187&sr=1-4

Ginger Simpson said...

Here's the blurb from my upcoming release...and guess what, it's not a western. Just The Right Fit is coming from Muse in November, and it features an older heroine, thus suitable for their Persephone Line.

When Carolyn Sloane walks into her favorite shoe store, she’s pleased to see the display isn’t limited to sandals and pumps. The new, handsome salesman is a tantalizing addition for an older, single woman, and she’s bound and determined to catch his eye. Is he divorced, married, gay? Carolyn wants something besides a pair of shoes, but who’s the woman he’s escorting from the back room, and why does he have his arm so snugly around her waist?

Just The Right Fit, a short romance, coming in November from http://museituppublishing.com

Ginger Simpson said...

May as well mention my current short romance, Joy's Revelation, available now at Muse. Here's the blurb:

Joy Garrett is preparing to marry the man of her dreams and needs her birth certificate in order to get a passport for her honeymoon. For some reason her mom wants to avoid the issue and urges her to enjoy the good ol' USA. While pilfering in her mother's things in the attic, Joy comes across a birth certificate, and although the date, hospital and doctor are a match with her, the paper certifies the birth of someone else. She fingers the tiny scar on her abdomen and wonders what secret mom is keeping.

While you're checking out things at http://www.museituppublishing.com, take a look at the rest of my short stories and my YA novel.

Ella Quinn said...

I think I may be your only Regency. Here is my blurg for Lord Beaumont's Bride set in 1816 England.

LADY SERENA WEIR has achieved the impossible. At the spinsterish age of twenty-six, she is the most sought after lady on the Marriage Mart. Serena is determined to find not only a husband, but love.

ROBERT, VISCOUNT BEAUMONT, London’s most hardened rake, was betrayed by a woman once and now wants a wife he can rule with an iron hand. Love has no place in his life or in his heart, or so he thinks.

When Robert decides the only way to marry Serena is to compromise her and smugly declare their betrothal, Serena takes off to Paris until Robert can mend his ways. Can love settle the differences between these two strong-willed characters? Or will both live in the shadows of ruin?

MJFredrick said...

Thanks for this opportunity! Here's the blurb from my latest romantic suspense, Midnight Sun:


This wasn’t the adventure she’d signed up for…
A sexy boss, a rough crossing, and pirates—all Brylie Winston wanted was a job to help her earn money to buy her own restaurant. She hopes to earn it by working as a chef on a cruise to Antarctica. But she’s slept with her boss, which throws her off-balance even more than the rough seas and warnings of pirates in the area. And he’s determined to have a repeat performance…
Bad boy former snowboarder Marcus Devlin is running from his reputation, sent to learn the family business after decking a senator’s son and making the papers. So maybe he indulged in a last-minute fling before boarding his family’s cruise ship to Antarctica. Perhaps Fate is showing him that wasn’t so bad—the gorgeous redhead who snuck out of his bed is on the cruise. She’ll be a lovely distraction during his exile.
But when South American pirates take over the ship, his instinct is to protect her and the other passengers. But what does a spoiled rich boy know about saving people’s lives?

http://amzn.com/B0054QZPD2

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-sun-mj-fredrick/1103948426?ean=2940011336416&itm=1&usri=midnight%2bsun%2bfredrick

AnneMarie Novark said...

Thanks for the opportunity!!!

THE VISCOUNT'S SURPRISE

Blurb:

Philomena Wheeler has been living a lie for the past twelve years. After her mother dies, she pretends to be a boy so she can work in Lady Hembrough's stables alongside her beloved papa. When she's promoted to the position of groom, her father thinks it's time to call a halt to the dangerous masquerade and wants to send Phil to his sister in York to learn to be a girl again.

Viscount Hembrough pays a rare visit to his mother in London. He's looking for a new groom and hires Phil for a one-month trial period before he returns to his horse-breeding estate in the wilds of Ireland. Under the mistaken belief that she's a he, the viscount takes Phil on a trip to inspect a promising stallion for his stables.

Will Phil be able to guard her secret while traveling with the handsome viscount? And more importantly, will she be able to guard her heart against a forbidden love?

Available on:

Kindle

Nook

Smashwords

J.D. Faver said...

Hi Anna Kathryn!
The conference was fabulous. I really enjoyed the speakers and the writing community.

Here's my blurb from my latest release:

KILL SHOT-Romantic Suspense-Mystery/Suspense-Steamy Romance

When she shoots the wrong subject, Micki Vermillion, a free-spirited wedding photographer runs to the arms of Oz Osmond, her ex-lover, an over-protective alpha-male cop. She chose to carry on in her father’s profession rather than become the wife everyone expected her to be, but when her life is threatened, she hopes he will protect her. Now, she has a second chance at happiness if she stays alive that long.

J.D. Faver said...

Ooops! Here are the buy links for Kill Shot:

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Kill-Shot-Romantic-Suspense-ebook/dp/B005LDJVRE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1318779476&sr=1-1

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kill-shot-jd-faver/1105392509?ean=2940012980588&itm=4&usri=j%2bd%2bfaver

Debra St. John said...

THIS CAN'T BE LOVE

After the disastrous end of another dead-end relationship, all Jessica Hart wants is solitude and time to heal at her grandfather's mountain retreat. Instead she finds Zach Rawlings.

Zach has made himself at home at the cabin. He's house-sitting while the owner is away, and the temporary nature of the job suits him perfectly. For Jessica, Zach is everything she wants to escape.

As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than meets the eye. His patience and tender concern begin to heal something deep inside of her. But can she trust her heart to a man like Zach?

Available from The Wild Rose Press.

ThisCan'tBeLove

Annabelle Weston said...

A blurb from my Oct. 19 release from Ellora's Cave called Wicked Woman. Thanks.
Annabelle Weston

Her eyes sparkled as she licked a drop of whiskey off her bottom lip. His eyes narrowed in on the pink tongue, imagining what else that tongue could do.
Goddamn, man. Your family’s been annihilated and all you can do is think of sex. Guilt was usually just the thing to tamp down a man’s desire but not with this woman… There was something about her. He felt she could take all his pain away with her touch. And that tongue…
He had to turn away before he licked her lip too.
“You got a last name?” She trailed a hand along his arm and nipped at his ear.
He swallowed hard as a shiver raced along his flesh. “Nathan Bender.”
She leaned her back against the bar and rested both elbows on it, giving Nathan a better view of her wares. His breath hitched up a notch. Large pink breasts showed from the tight bodice of her bawdy gown and pushed beyond the limits of propriety. Without too much effort, he could make out the rosy rims of her nipples.
She was taller than the average woman and appeared to be twenty-five or six. He could be wrong. Saloon life aged a woman and this dolly had some wear on her. No amount of paint could cover the creases in the corners of her eyes or the lines around her lips.
But age didn’t appear to have dampened her spirit—nor did it detract from her appeal.
She pressed her soft breasts against his arm, her eyes begging for him to stroke her. Without thinking, he palmed her breast, his thumb sliding over her turgid nipple. Her smile was infectious, her eyes darkened with desire, but he pulled his hand away, turned his attention to his drink, hating how he could be so easily tempted.
His gaze wandered back to take a second look. How long had it been since he’d slid between the sheets with a woman? Too long. He imagined this fiery redhead lifting her skirts for him, turning over a barstool and raising her plump creamy bottom up in the air so he could take her from behind. He almost groaned aloud.
Her glossy, vibrant hair bespoke of the fire in her spirit, and the wicked glint in her amber eyes spoke of fire in the bedroom too. Her luscious curves didn’t help matters. He couldn’t stop staring at her, wondering how her ass would feel as he gripped it in his hands.
And from the way she was gazing at him, she knew every little detail he was thinking. She captivated him. She had just what a man needed—if he didn’t have more important considerations to attend to, which he did.
That flame-gold hair captured his imagination—his hands running through it, tugging her head to the side so he could sample the flavor of her neck. He stifled the urges most men were a slave to, picked up his glass and threw the molten lava down. He swallowed and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
She wiggled against him. “I haven’t seen you in the Lonesome before, Nathan Bender.”
“I’m not from around here,” he finally said, noting his voice sounded gravelly. His cock strained the fabric of his britches. Hell, he needed to get control of himself. He was acting like a farm boy with his first dairy maid.
She nodded, sliding her hands along his chest and down over his stomach. “You look like you’ve been on the trail a while.”
“Just got in from driving a herd to Abilene.”
“Is that so?” She moved her hands lower, resting them on his thighs before boldly sliding up to grip his erection, stroking his length through the fabric of his pants. “Will you be wanting a room, then? You and me can have a little fun—actually, a lot of fun from the size of things.”

Becky said...

I am enjoying reading these blurbs. I am finding some new authors to check out and something new to read.