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VICE (Vegas Sin Series Book 1) by my awesome friend and colleague, Rosanna Leo, is an enemies-to-lovers romance novel, which will whisk you into the bright lights and action in Las Vegas. This well-written novel is filled with witty dialogue, sweetness, sensuality and charming characters.

 

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000447_00006]Las Vegas has it all—casinos, gambling, money, and women. For a handsome business entrepreneur, it’s paradise.

Wearing success like a well-tailored suit, it’s business as usual for Liam Doyle while he runs his multi-million-dollar empire…until a pesky protester catches his attention.

Staging a one-woman demonstration, Kate Callender has the potential to be a huge pain in his ass. If he doesn’t take care of her soon, there will be bad publicity slapped all over Vice, the newest addition to his chain of casinos.

But there’s one tiny problem Liam didn’t count on—the feisty redhead isn’t about to go down easily. She’s fighting him every step of the way…and he’s starting to like it.

 

Excerpt:

“You,” she said on a breath.

“Me.” His enticing blue eyes traveled up and down the length of her, one eyebrow raised in frank admiration. “You obviously didn’t do your homework.”

Outrage surged through her system. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were yesterday? Why did you let me embarrass myself like that?”

The smirk disappeared, to be replaced by a mild expression of boredom. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I always try to size up the competition.”

Doyle walked toward her, his large hand extended. The light in his eyes now hinted not so much at merriment as it did danger. She caught a whiff of her favorite men’s cologne by Michael Kors. She’d bought it for an old boyfriend once, but it smelled way better on Liam, as if it were an extension of his persona.

His entire ensemble, designer suit, pressed pants, and navy blue paisley tie, reeked of power and privilege that drew her like a moth to a flame. Damn, she’d always been a sucker for a man in a good suit. Get a hold of yourself, Kate. He’s hot, but so is the Devil.

He kept his hand out. “Please allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Liam Doyle.” His gaze drifted toward her neckline and back up again. “I think you’ve heard of me.”

Wishing she didn’t have to, she took his hand. Electricity shot through her and that damned perspiration appeared on her upper lip again. His grip was that of a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.

She held her head high. “Kate Callender.”

He held her hand for a moment, his gaze locked on hers. He then gestured toward the counter, where a teak tray was laden with biscuits and what smelled like expensive coffee. No Folgers crystals for this guy. “Coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“Tea?”

“No.”

“So we’re done with the niceties, then?”

“I didn’t come here for niceties.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” Liam sat on one of the couches, motioning for her to do the same. She continued to stand. Something in his wolf-like gaze hardened even further. “Ms. Callender, why are you picketing my casino?”

His direct question set her even more on edge. She cleared her throat. “I have a right to protest what I see as wrong.”

His grim smile might have made a grown man sweat, but she didn’t look away. “Let me put this another way. Las Vegas is home to numerous casinos. Why mine?”

“If I’m trying to make a point, it only stands to reason I’d pick the most popular casino. I suppose I should congratulate you. Only open for two days, and Vice is already a hit. You must be so proud.”

“Yes. Despite having my grand opening spoiled.”

“Oh.” She inclined her head in mock sympathy. “I’m so not sorry.”

He peered at her, narrowing his eyes. “Are you a Bible-thumper?”

“No.”

“Campaigning politician?

Despite her unease, she laughed. “Do I look like Hilary Clinton?”

He looked her up and down, as if her vocation were scrawled somewhere on her and he simply needed to find it. “Aspiring actress? This is probably a publicity stunt to get you viral on YouTube? Trying to get an audition here as a showgirl? Sorry, I don’t use them. The whole concept is dated and demeaning to my female clientele.”

Okay, he got some points for that statement. “I’m not a dancer. I’m a singer.”

It was his turn to laugh. Despite the bitter tone, his deep timber called to her. “Same difference.” He stood. “I’m not auditioning you, Ms. Callender, as fun as it would be to get you on the casting couch.”

And there he lost those points again. “Have a nice day.”

“Wait! I’m not trying to get an audition. You need to listen to me.” In a nervous reaction, she fingered the pearl choker at her neck, the one thing she had left of her mother. The one thing her father hadn’t pawned.

Doyle turned back to her, one brow raised. “No, I don’t.” He eyed how she gripped her choker. “So you can take your fake pearl necklace and your sneakers and your attitude and go home.”

Her attitude? “No. You let me up here. I’m not leaving until you hear me out.” She let go of the choker and let her hands fall to her sides. “And my pearls aren’t fake.”

“Why are you here, Ms. Callender? Did you lose money at one of my casinos on your last night out with the girls?”

She didn’t want to dignify that with a response, but a smug statement like that couldn’t go unchallenged. “I’m not a gambler.”

He leaned against the armrest of the cushy couch and surveyed her through hooded eyes. “Ah, and now we come to the crux of the matter. So, you’re a do-gooder. Let me guess. Gam-Anon?”

“New Horizons.”

“Never heard of them.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t exist. And unfortunately, there are lots of us. Far too many. What does that tell you, Mr. Doyle?”

Liam’s lips twitched into a smile that appeared slightly more friendly than his poker face, as if he enjoyed their banter. He loosened his tie, but his focused gaze continued to grate on her nerves. She stared at the strip of indigo silk at his throat, and was struck by a bizarre and unbidden image.

Her, on his bed. Her hands bound with his expensive tie.

The strange pounding in her head must have been her racing heart. Where did that come from?

Focus, Kate, focus.

“I’m not just here because it’s something I believe in. I’m here because my group gets bigger every goddamn week,” she said, concentrating on the task at hand, rather than Liam Doyle’s bed. Lisa’s sad face appeared in her mind, as well as those of her children, the ones who’d spent the last two nights crying for their daddy. Kate blinked away the tears which threatened and aimed her burning gaze at Doyle. “I don’t respect your work, Mr. Doyle. And I don’t respect you.”

From the furrow of his brow, Kate thought she’d struck a nerve. His tanned skin seemed paler. After a moment, he said, “So you’re trying to take down my casino with a one-woman picket line? No offense, but I’ve seen better protests at a garage sale.”

“I’m trying to create awareness.” Kate stood, having already had enough of their uncomfortable conversation. “I’m not a fool. My intention is not to shut down Las Vegas, or your casino. That’ll never happen. But if I can make a small dent in the wallet of the Strip’s wealthiest hustler during his opening week, then maybe people will take notice. Have you never thought about the addictions riding your customers? Have you ever spent time chatting with the compulsive gamblers downstairs? Because I bet you’d hear a lot of stories. And believe me, the worst ones are the ones they don’t tell.” She paused for breath. “My friend’s husband is probably down there right now, feeding your slot machines instead of his kids.”

“Hold on. Don’t pin that on me.”

“Oh? Who do I pin it on?”

“Look, if you want a donation, I already make plenty. Believe me, I make regular donations to people like Gam-Anon. You know, legitimate charities.”

“I’m not here for money, but clearly you are.” The words spilled out of her, kick-started by

adrenaline. “You’re a wealthy man. Did you have to open casinos? Were they such a passion for you?

Couldn’t you have opened, I don’t know, a supermarket chain instead? Or was that not sexy enough for the great Liam Doyle?”

His lips compressed. Had her comment hit home? Good.

“You have no right…”

“I have every right.” Her face was burning now. “If I can save even a few lost souls from places like this, then I’ll sleep a whole lot easier.”

She had to get out before she started crying. She wanted to leave with her head held high. Leave him thinking. She turned and headed for the elevator, but he grabbed her hand before she could get away.

“Wait.”

Kate yanked her hand out of his grip. “How do you even sleep, Mr. Doyle?”

His eyes bored into her. “Like a rock. But that crown of thorns must keep you up at night.”

She tried to appear like she was still in control, but that had hurt. “You just keep telling yourself that.”

Kate marched to the elevator and punched the button. As the door opened, she threw a look back at him.

“By the way, I will be back. I’ll show you how many lives have been devastated by your casinos.” She walked into the lift, even though she felt like running. She didn’t look back.

Liam called out to her. “Watch your step, Ms. Callender. I don’t forgive and forget.”

She channeled her last ounce of bravado before the doors shut. “You really should see someone for that. I hear being an asshole can be terminal.”

Once the elevator began its descent, Kate leaned against the back of the small space and closed her eyes, winded by her hostile exchange with Doyle. She didn’t open them again until the door opened.

 

 

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VICE is currently available for pre-order (release date: September 19) at Amazon (click here) and it is FREE at Kindle Unlimited.

 

 

 

 

 

Sassy. Sexy. Saucy.

Yeah! March is national sauce month.

What is a sauce holiday?

I don’t have a clue, so I researched this holiday on the Internet and couldn’t find its origin. There are several articles, stating this holiday does exist, so I’m going to roll with it.

Celebrating any holiday is never a bad thing. Right?

To commemorate this saucy holiday, I’m sharing my authentic, sassy tomato sauce recipe.

I’m also sharing links to some sassy, sexy, and saucy romance novels.

Roll up a chair, check out this easy-to-make sauce, so you can celebrate Sauce Month.

This sauce pairs extremely well with laughter, family and friends, pasta, meatballs, bread—anything that welcomes the delicious sweetness of tomatoes, the nutty savouriness of roasted garlic, aromatic olive oil, and delicate sweet-savory basil.

Three important things to remember when making this sauce, and any Italian fare.

  1. Italian cuisine is simple and rustic, using fresh ingredients.
  2. Every time someone calls jar sauce, Italian tomato sauce, an Italian Angel eats a slice of Devil’s Food cake and goes over to the dark sauce. If that doesn’t worry you, then any time you are tempted to use jar sauce, a hot-alpha-book-hero will lose a quart of testosterone and his washboard abs will disappear.
  3. Always cook with L O V E.

Selena’s Sassy Sexy Authentic Tomato Sauce

 

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INGREDIENTS:

I usually use fresh tomatoes for this recipe, however since it’s not summer in this part of the world, we will use canned tomatoes.

Extra-Virgin Olive Oil (good quality)
4 large (16 oz.) can San Marzano Plum Tomatoes (or any other good quality plum tomatoes)
1 small can of good quality tomato paste
1 head of roasted garlic, mashed until smooth
1 whole carrot, peeled, (leave it whole)
1 cup Fresh Basil, washed, dried and chopped
1/3 cup of beef or vegetable stock (Or you can use dry wine that you would drink. Never ever use cooking wine, it’s just not good.)
Sea salt to taste
A few flakes of chili pepper flakes (more if you like it spicy, you be the judge)

DIRECTIONS:

  1. Put tomatoes into a food processor and whiz them through, this will make a thicker sauce – or – You can use a food mill, which will take the seeds out and make for a smoother, more liquid consistency sauce. Your choice. Set aside.
  2. In a heavy bottom pot, coat the bottom of pot with olive oil and heat on medium-high.
  3. Once the oil is heated add the tomatoes, tomato paste, and roasted garlic.
  4. Turn up heat to high, stir well and rapidly so the bottom doesn’t stick, for about 2 – 3 minutes. Then turn heat down to MEDIUM-HIGH.
  5. Stir in: stock (or wine if you are using wine), baking soda, and the carrot. Then turn the heat on LOW. 
  6. Cook, semi-covered for two hours, stirring every 15 minutes.
  7. After an hour of cooking season with salt and chili peppers. Taste it, so you know whether or not to add more salt. Also at this point, remove the whole carrot. The carrots adds a bit of sweetness to cut down on acidity.
  8. You want the liquid to evaporate. Keep simmering for the two hours (or more), depending on how thick you prefer the sauce.
  9. Remove from heat and let it sit for 10 minutes.
  10. Add the fresh, chopped basil, and 4 TBSP of olive oil and stir.
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SEXY, SAUCY, SASSY ROMANCES

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MORE SEXY, SASSY & SAUCY NOVELS TO CHECK OUT

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DB Darlene Kennison

Rosanna Leo

Sophie H. Morgan

Barbara Meyers

Lauren Smith

Melanie Burt Stanford

 

What do Milk Duds, Dancing, Pillow Fights, Assisted Showers, Hawaii & $0.99 have in common?

They are some of the elements that make up the romantic comedy (with a splash of suspense and mystery), WHAT A GIRL WANTS which is NOW ON SALE for the low price of $0.99!

I hope you enjoy the following teasers.

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They dance. . .

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They banter. . .

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They’re sensual. . .

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They deal with lies and secrets exposed.

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“Fantastic! I loved every minute of this novel! It is full of seduction, romance and lots of family dramas. I thought all the characters were well written, with great personalities.” The Romance Studio

“The writing is excellent, and the pace is perfect. Ms. Robins has done a wonderful job of creating a book that will engage you from start to finish, with a hero and heroine that you can’t help but cheer for.” Fern – Long and Short Reviews

“There are more twists and turns in What a Girl Wants to keep the reader on their toes. The emotions between Alex and Maddie are poetically conveyed while providing the extra spice to make it beautifully erotic.” Delane – Coffee Time Romances & More

“I had such a good time reading this. Let me just say that this is one I plan on reading many more times. Not only is it smokin’ hot, but so funny in spots, I thought I was going to wet myself.” Seriously Reviewed.




What do Wishes, a Comedy of Errors, Recipes & Winning the Lottery have in common?

ANSWER: They can all be found in my newly released book: WISHES, STITCHES & DISHES .

A BUNDLE with something for everyone.

Now available on Amazon.

 

What’s inside the bundle?

DISHES

What about the lottery, you ask?

I’ll get to that further down. 🙂

First, it’s my pleasure to introduce you to Pippy, Angel & Matt (excerpts) plus a sample recipe from the dishes section.

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PIPPY’S WISH

A tween angel-in-training and her adventures in this fun, comedic, inspirational story, enjoyed by children of all ages, and for the kid in you. Pippy is quirky, lovable, precocious, enchanting, and gets into loads of mischief. Her sense of adventure and humor usually yanks her out of predicaments, except this time she may need more than her ingenuity to untangle the mess she’s gotten herself into.

Excerpt:

“I already picked out the colors for my high school wings,” she said, her breath coming in fast spurts. “One pink and one blue, so when they flap together they’ll look purple.”

“Here’s a tip,” Lucy said. “Angels don’t flap their wings.”

Pippy giggled and repeated her desire. “I wish I could fly, I wish I could fly.” She opened her eyes, panting as she felt her junior wings grow bigger. “I wish I could….flyyyyyyyyy,” she said, floating upward.

“Yippee.” The wings felt light on her back. Why oh why had she not been able to get past floating 101? This was as easy as smiling.

She twisted, she turned, and she wiggled her toes inside her shoes. Propelling herself on her back, she faced the ceiling and whistled. “Well, pluck my feathers and paint me purple. Thank you, thank you, ma’am,” she squealed with pure delight.

She heard Lucy’s subtle laughter.

Pippy turned her head to the left and exploded into a cheer, “Wooooo weeeee.” Through the reflection in the sky-blue ceiling she watched her wings turn violet. “Wow.”

“….to glide and balance,” Lucy said. “Pippy? I’m giving you instructions. Are you listening?”

“Huh?” Pippy asked, turning on her side. She drifted toward the stained glass mile-high filing cabinet.

Kicking her legs she bobbed her head up and down, which only made her soar faster.

“Pippy. I said, use your arms….”

She was now wedged between the cabinet and the yellow wall. Good thing, heavenly walls were made of velvet.

“… for balance and keep your head up,” Lucy finished with a small sigh.

“Um, Luce?” Pippy cleared her throat. “Do I get another wish?”

Lucy folded her arms and shook her head.

“Can I ask a question then?”

Lucy nodded.

“Help?”

Please note: Pippy’s Wish can also be purchased on Amazon on its own for $.99.

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TEMPTED BY AN ANGEL

Angelica Montgomery and Matt Lockwood are victims of un-synchronized mishaps.

Matt hired entertainment for his five-year-old nephew’s birthday party.

Instead, Angel showed up, carrying a bouquet of balloons, wearing killer heels, and flaunting a body that Matt described as heavenly–except her attitude was anything but angelic.

Unfortunately for Angel, life doesn’t have auto-correct.

Excerpt:

“Nan, it’s all fun and games until I look like a hooker.” Angel Montgomery stared at her image from the bedroom mirror. She swung around and faced her grandmother. “It’s too much.” She grabbed a cotton ball and rubbed some of the eye-shadow off her lids.

“It’s not too much and you don’t look like Pretty Julia.” “You mean Pretty Woman?

“Yes that one.” Nan Clara picked up the small brush and dipped it into the bright blue eye-shadow. “And you need more of this.” She smeared more shadow over Angel’s eyelids.

Angel closed her eyes so Nan wouldn’t gouge them.

“Ah, this glittery stuff will really help you pull this off.” Nan patted multi-colored sparkles over Angel’s cheekbones and forehead. “Stop fidgeting, love.” She ignored her granddaughter’s impatience and sprinkled silver stars in Angel’s hair.

“Oh, wait. Almost forgot.” Nan went to the adjoining bathroom and came back holding a bottle of perfume.

“Nan, you’re not coming near me with patchouli oil.”

“It’s not patchouli. Now, hold still.” Nan sprayed perfume on Angel’s neck and shoulders then sniffed the air. “Smells good, but you need more.”

“Whoa.” Angel took the bottle away from her and put it on the dresser. “I don’t need to marinate in the stuff.” The lavender scent assaulted Angel’s nostrils¾ she smelled like an explosion at an Avon factory. “Forget hooker. I’m a Madame.”

“Twenty-eight is too young to look like a Madame.” Nan laughed. “Now, if you were fifty-something like one of those tigress ladies, maybe.”

“You mean cougars?”

“Well, them too.” Nan handed Angel a tube of bright pink lipstick. “Aren’t you glad my papa sent me to beauty school? My skills came in handy today.”

Angel dotted her lips with the lipstick. “Sure.”

Seeing the enjoyment on her grandmother’s face, Angel bit her tongue, stopped fidgeting and shoved her apprehension aside.

Nan pinched Angel’s cheek. “Don’t forget to shake and wiggle like that actress Donna Moore in that movie Jilly and I watched the other day.”

“It’s Demi Moore.” Silver stars flew in front of Angel’s eyes as she shook her head. “And I’m not performing a striptease.”

Angel grabbed the contract off the dresser, held the paper up and read it over. “I’ve never taken this type of order before. You’re sure you wrote all the details down accurately?”

“I did.” Nan ran a short, purple tinted fingernail along the contract in Angel’s hand. “Like it says right there, it’s a bachelor party.” Her grandmother swiveled her seventy-five-year-old hips. “Just do some bumping and grinding like Demi. Can you rent that DVD for us again?”

“Focus, Nan. Did you explain that I’m not a stripper?” If food and shelter weren’t necessities, she’d have shredded the contract into confetti. But the client had forked over a hefty wad of cash for this stint. “I’m just delivering the party favors and singing one congratulatory song, right?”

“Yes, that’s all you have to do.” Nan continued gyrating and Angel couldn’t help but giggle. “While you’re there, pick yourself up a nice bachelor.”

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DELICIOUS DISHES

OVER 100 easy and mouth-watering recipes for your family and guests.

I’m sharing one of the recipes found in the Dishes section of the Bundle–orange chicken wings.

 

Orange Chicken Wings

Tangy, Savory, Sweet & Spicy

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This is one of my mother-in-law’s recipes we dug out of her recipe box. They are seriously delicious, easy to make and crowd pleasers.

Yields 24 – 30 wings.

Ingredients:

3 lbs. chicken wings

3 tsp. soya sauce

1 jar orange marmalade

2 tsp. paprika

2 tsp. chili powder

1 TBSP hot sauce (more if you want them really spicy)

1 tsp. Kosher salt

3 garlic cloves (minced)

Directions:

In a bowl, add all the ingredients, except for the chicken wings.

Mix all the ingredients well, and taste so that if you want it spicier, add more spice, if you want it sweeter, add some honey.

Add the chicken wings to the bowl and ensure all the chicken wings are covered.

Cover and refrigerate overnight.

When ready to bake, pre-heat oven to 350F.

Place wings on a baking sheet, pouring the remaining sauce all over the wings.

Bake for 1 hour.

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Now, about the $$$ lottery portion of this bundle.

Well, it goes like this. I’ve been told that readers who purchased this bundle, and left a short review on Amazon have won the lottery!

I don’t know how much they won, they never shared that information. Personally, I’m not superstitious or believe in magical lottery winnings, however, isn’t it worth finding out if this is true?

At $1.99 this bundle is cheaper than some lottery tickets,  and you get two fun stories for you and a child in your life, PLUS all these delicious recipes–win/win. 🙂

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Sizzling Summer Snippets

I hope you enjoy the following snippets.

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“Selena Robins’ plots are deliciously fun. “~New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Kimberley Troutte

 

Simultaneously sassy and reflective, ONCE UPON A KISS is a sensually sweet and funny love story.

SYNOPSIS:

The Right Woman

 Is thirty-two too early for dementia?

This is the question Sabrina Monroe asks herself in the not-so-sleepy town in Vermont while running her family’s inn. She’s determined to keep the inn profitable, shielding it from the slick land developers competing to buy her out. Lately, the journey down this road has been filled with sink holes. Add the inn’s challenges with staff, belligerent clients, and a mystical snow globe beaming inexplicable messages, and is it any wonder she questions her mental state?

She’s too strapped for money to buy aspirin for the brain wedgie from dealing with it all, let alone to hire someone to fix the leaking roof.

The Wrong Man

This project is a cake walk.

Business magnate, Jason O’Neil, has one assignment—acquire Monroe’s inn and land. Armed with savvy and charisma, he’s confident he’ll succeed where many others have failed.

After being the recipient of Sabrina Monroe’s sass, Jason realizes he’ll have to step out of his comfort zone and Gucci shoes, and pile on a heck-of-a-lot of something other than his natural charm to ink this deal.

Divine intervention or destiny?

Will the interaction with an eccentric young woman spouting ambiguous sentiments, cement their shared belief that there is no such thing as true love, trust and happy-ever-after?

Or can she unravel that belief once and for all?

ONCE UPON A KISS – EXCERPT:

He pointed toward the tree. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Do you ever take orders?”

“Not often.”

“Shocker.” He put his hands on her shoulder and turned her around. “Try it this once.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of your headache.” He undid the clip that held her hair in a ponytail together. “Relax.”

She tipped her head back and looked up at him. “Cook, knit and a hairstylist?”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Do you think you can stay quiet for ten minutes? I guarantee your headache will go away if you do.”

“Ten minutes, huh?”

“I’m that good.”

“And modest,” she said.

“Are you going to be quiet now?”
She nodded and he noticed a slight wince before she tipped her head forward, and faced away from him. Her headache was probably stronger than she’d admitted.

SABRINA - MASSAGEHe ran his fingers through the length of her thick, soft hair, smoothing it away from her face, exposing her neck. He’d always been a sucker for a woman’s neck, searching for her erogenous zone. Sabrina’s smooth, long neck looked so damn stroke-able, lick-able, kissable—-all of the above.

Closing his eyes for a few seconds to compose himself he then leaned in closer, and moved his hands up to her forehead. Using his fingertips, he added gentle pressure on each side of her head—-her pleasurable sigh when he did this added pressure to his groin.

He stared straight ahead at the tree trunk, focusing on helping her find relief from her headache, and ignoring his mounting desire to explore the back of her neck with his lips. Mentally shaking that thought out of his head, he slid his hands to her scalp, kneading tender, small circular movements.

The sound of her low, soft moans conjured up sexy images in his head. He took deep breaths, calculating hockey statistics.

She pressed herself closer to him, and he hoped she was so deep into enjoying the massage that she wouldn’t feel what must be pressing hard into her lower back.

 ONCE UPON A KISS

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 “I love Selena’s funny, sexy and suspenseful characters and plots and the way she writes the characters’ emotions.” ~USA Today Best Selling Author, Cari Quinn

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SYNOPSIS:

She’s got the moxie.

Travel journalist Maddie Saunders has new attitude, and wants two new accessories to go with it. One, turn her triple-X fantasies into reality with Mr. Sex-On-Legs—her friend, Alex Donovan. And two, find her biological father to see if her gene pool has a deep end.

She never expected fulfilling both wishes would take her life down a drastically different path.

He’s got the secrets.

Alex Donovan, an investigative reporter, grits his teeth when he accepts a joint assignment to Hawaii with Maddie. He’s vowed to never get involved with any woman he can’t walk away from. Maddie falls under the heading of, “Look, but don’t touch.”

Trouble is, Maddie excels at giving Alex a hard time—in more ways than one.

Complicated? Absolutely.

Especially when Alex discovers the shocking, unexpected reason they were both sent to Hawaii.

Together they share laughter, tears, mystery and romance.

WARNING:

Side effects may include but not limited to, spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter, hot flashes and dangerous chocolate cravings.

Contents include, one kick-ass heroine and a sex-on-legs hero whose kiss could singe the eyebrows off a mannequin. Can be read in bed with someone special or a BOB (battery operated boyfriend). Please note: Batteries not included.

 WHAT A GIRL WANTS – EXCERPT:

He pulled her toward him with her back pressed against his chest and ran his lips up and down the back of her neck.

A soft sigh slipped out before she swallowed hard. “Donovan, I seriously think you are…”

He lowered her dress straps and sprinkled kisses on her shoulder. “I’m listening.”

He made his way across her back to her other shoulder, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. Thoughts of her naked skin pressed against his caused a magnificent laser show in his brain. It was a wonder he could put a sentence together. “You were saying?”

“Oh, gawd.” She leaned her forehead against the door. “I was saying that I think you are…” She sounded out of breath. “Alex…”

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There it was. His name on her lips in that breathy way. He ran his fingertips along the side of her face, then kissed her behind her ears, inhaling the subtle fruit-like aroma of her hair, and the lavender musky perfume at her throat.

Fresh, sexy and exotic. Everything male in him wanted everything female in her. “Yes?”

The breath she sucked in was unsteady. “You’re insane.”

He nibbled her earlobe. “Certifiable.”

She leaned her head back against his chest and looked up at him. Her eyes were a brighter green than normal and her pupils were dilated. The softness of her expression made him feel as dizzy, as if the air had been siphoned out of him.

He pressed himself closer to her. Stifling a groan, he rubbed his chin along the side of her face, tightened his hold over her fingers, and slipped her hand off the doorknob.

“Alex?”

He turned her around to face him. His heart raced and waves of wanting washed over him. “Yes?”

Desire as unadulterated as his reflected in her gaze as she said, “You need to stop doing that.”

He circled her waist, held her tight and kissed her even tighter. She parted her lips, inviting him in. She tasted like a mixture of chocolate and mint. Sweet and hot, just like her.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and met his tongue with each stroke. In and out. Slow at first and then harder and deeper, creating sensation after sensation through his body, and the best fuckin’ throbbing he had experienced in a long time.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her eyelids and each side of her mouth. Regaining some composure, he lifted his head and smiled. “That better?”

“Yes. No. I mean, you have to stop kissing me like that.”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Why?”

“Because you’re giving me the wrong signal. Again.”

 

WHAT A GIRL WANTS is available on Amazon and all book distributors.

 

 


 

  Please note: The black and white images used in this blog, serve as inspiration for the characters in the books. If you own these images, please let me know and I will attribute your name to the picture or remove them at your request. Thank you.

Teasing. Snippet. Visual Aid.

I am pleased to announce that ONCE UPON A KISS will be available on July 8th. Here are a few teasers that I’ve put together. I hope you enjoy them and that they whet your reading taste buds. More information about the book with a longer excerpt to come closer to release date.

Thank you all for joining me in this writing journey.

 

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It’s that time of the year….

….for refreshing, delicious, sweet Iced tea.

This recipe; (ingredients and directions listed below) compliments of the heroine in my current contemporary romance, Maddie’s Saunders.

Maddie’s Iced Tea 

In my contemporary novel (WHAT A GIRL WANTS) the heroine, Maddie Saunders is addicted to an iced tea which she has concocted and has never shared with anyone (until now of course).

She drinks this iced tea. A lot. Even though it makes her go to the ladies room, but hey, it’s okay for a heroine to visit the loo. After all we all have to go pee once in a while (well, probably a lot for those of us who love to drink mounds of water through out the day, so I ensure my heroines get a bathroom break). It also takes her out of the scene so things can happen without her knowing.

Here is an excerpt from the book, where the iced tea makes her suspicious of the luncheon invitation she accepted from the mysterious, intriguing, and slightly eccentric Maxwell Hollister.

A man that once introduced into her life, changes her life in unexpected ways—not in a good way, but you can be the judge of that if you choose to read the story.

Readers will think they know who Maxwell is and why he has an immense interest in Maddie, but of course I throw a wrench into things, ending up shocking and surprising not only the readers, but the characters as well.

Set up to the excerpt:

While lunching with Maxwell Hollister, Iced Tea is served, but not only any Iced Tea, Maddie’s special Iced Tea recipe.

Maddie’s journalistic and inquisitive nature shift to high gear, and suspicion replaces her hankering for food (something else she loves, besides sex, kick-ass shoes, napping and Dolce and Gabana dresses….she loves to eat…cooking, not so much).

So how did Mr. Hollister know the ingredients of her iced tea…a recipe she’s never shared?

How did Mr. Hollister know about all her favorite foods, and why would he even care to impress her that much? The man was old enough to be her grandfather and it was clear he didn’t have any amorous interest in her at all.

Those question aren’t answered in the excerpts I am sharing, after all, there is a lot of mystery in WHAT A GIRL WANTS so I don’t want to give anyway any spoilers.

Excerpt

Copyright Selena Robins 2013

All Rights Reserved

Some background. Maddie is a travel journalist with a popular following in magazines for her articles.

Carl is Mr. Hollister’s Man-Servant, Assistant, Butler

Reece is Maddie’s best friend.

Alex is the hero, and Maddie’s love interest.

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“Is something wrong?” Maxwell signaled for the young servants to stay. “Would you rather have something else prepared?”

“Oh no, that’s not it at all.” She took in the different dishes. “I had a big breakfast.” She gestured to the mound of food. “This looks…delicious.” And familiar.

The spread was a replica of Maddie and Reece’s gossip night menu: nachos with the trimmings, chicken wings, lasagna, spicy olives, baguettes served with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and assorted dipping sauces, and no fewer than three types of salads—Caesar, Greek and corkscrew pasta salad, all her favorites. One tray held three bowls of melted chocolate, surrounded by the largest strawberries, kiwi and pineapple slices she’d ever seen.

Apprehension, not hunger, swirled in the pit of her stomach, as if a couple of hummingbirds drunk on tequila had taken up residence there. The feeling intensified when the last tray was placed on the table: chocolate peanut butter pizza topped with roasted marshmallows.

What. The. Hell?

This was beyond odd. There was no way that she and Maxwell Hollister shared the same taste in food. And how would he know that these exact foods were her favorites? At the cocktail party, she’d noticed his chef had prepared some of her favorite desserts, but she’d given him the benefit of the doubt. After all, she’d mentioned them in a couple of her articles.

But this?

Carl dismissed the servers and poured her a glass of iced tea. She thanked him, took a sip to wet her parched throat and almost choked when she tasted it. The iced tea tasted exactly like her own tea mix—a combination of green, earl gray, mint leaves, cranberry juice and honey.

She hated to admit this, but she was regretting having forbidden Alex from accompanying her. While Maxwell spoke to Carl, she sipped her tea and tried to figure out how she’d quickly and safely escape, if she needed to.

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After a lot of apprehension and her journalistic mind putting a few things together, she did manage to relax and enjoy lunch and unfortunately, way too much iced tea.

Ladies, I’m sure you can identify with Maddie’s predicament after all that iced-tea. Women tend to have bladders the size of an acorn, and when we gotta go, we gotta go.

Here is a short snippet of the result of that iced tea indulgence:

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Maddie nodded, walked through the door and dashed toward the bathroom. She turned the corner, her destination only a few feet away, when she heard her name called in a hushed tone.

She swung around. “Alexander Thomas Donovan, you said you wouldn’t follow me.”

“Maddie Elizabeth Saunders.” He shot her a lopsided grin. “I said I wasn’t showing up for lunch. Something wrong with your foot? Why are you hopping around like that?”

She turned and opened the bathroom door. “I’m so going to get you for this—”

“How did you get in here?” Maxwell’s voice beamed an icy attitude toward Alex.

She shut the door on Alex’s answer. She wouldn’t stick around to see the rest of this drama played out.

Damn iced tea. Damn Alex too.

I hope you enjoyed the short snippets and that it piqued your interest about the mystery surrounding Maxwell Hollister and his animosity toward Alex, and Maddie’s goal in finding out more about the man and the Island in Hawaii she has been assigned to with Alex.

Here is Maddie’s recipe for her special iced tea, make up a batch and let your taste buds in on the magic they will experience with this refreshing drink.

 TEA

 

INGREDIENTS

4 cups water

2 Earl Gray tea bags

2 green Tea Bags

1 cup cranberry Juice

a handful fresh mint

pure honey to taste

fresh lemon

DIRECTIONS:

Bring water to a boil and pour in large pitcher, add the tea bags and let stew.

Remove tea bags and add: cranberry juice, honey, juice from the lemon, mint leaves.

Store in fridge for an hour.

Please stop by and visit Nancy Lauzon as she shares her recipe for delicious French Toast.