Swept Away Blog Hop

by | Feb 14, 2013 | | 16 Comments

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! It’s time for the Swept Away Valentine’s Day Blog Hop. Running from today until the 17th February, this is your chance to hop from site to site, checking out all the fab posts and also entering to win yourself some fantastic prizes.

I love the title of this hop, don’t you? “Swept away” is such a great phrase to use when talking love and romance, stuff that’s so abundant on this day. So, if you want to get swept away, why not check out my latest erotic romance releases? They’ll certainly make you go “aww” and also “ooh!”

The Military Wife

Three hot and romantic military tales from the pen of uniform aficionado, Lucy Felthouse.

The Military Wife
Tess’ salacious fantasies about her husband, Aidan, see her through the long periods of time when she doesn’t see him—when he’s away on tour with the Army. The rest of the time, she has to deal with day to day life alone. One day, a dull chore is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of her husband, and things quickly hot up in their kitchen, and beyond.

Passing Out Passion
When Christina attends her brother’s passing out parade with her parents, she’s full of pride at his achievement. What she’s not expecting, though, is to bump into old flame Phil Ashdown. They didn’t part on good terms and the atmosphere between them is awkward. But when they’re forced into conversation, it turns out that all those years ago, there was a misunderstanding. One that can very easily be put right.

Double Vision
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.

More info, excerpt and buy links: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-military-wife/

 

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Loose Ends

When Jonathan and Lauren met at University, it should have been the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Sadly, it wasn’t to be, and Jonathan became ‘the one that got away.’ Years later, at a University reunion, Jonathan shows up unexpectedly throwing Lauren into turmoil. The pair start talking, and soon all the old feelings come back. But will this time be different, or will their mutual affection continue to be unrequited?

More info, excerpt and buy links: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/loose-ends/ 

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Sunday Snog/Blissekiss Chase – Loose Ends

by | Feb 10, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Loose EndsHere’s a delicious snog from my erotic romance short story, Loose Ends. I’ve shared this particular snog before, but it’s one of my favourites and the story is packed full of romance, so I thought it was especially appropriate to include in Blissekiss Chase.

His next move took me completely by surprise. Downing the rest of his drink and putting his empty glass on the table, he said, “May I have this dance?”

 

Given the song was cheesy pop, it wasn’t as romantic as it sounded. Still, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity—both to dance to my favorite song and to potentially cop a feel—so I finished my own drink and took his proffered hand.

 

This was no romantic slow dance; we weren’t even touching. But, after a couple of minutes of bopping around, we both realised how silly we were being and started laughing. I was almost doubled over at one point, and when I looked back up, my mirth instantly disappeared.

 

Jonathan was looking at me with such a serious expression that I thought something was wrong.

 

“What’s up?”

 

He said nothing, grabbing my hands and pulling me to him. My blood was already thundering through my veins as a result of the attempted dancing and subsequent giggling, so it was a wonder that the sudden proximity didn’t make me explode.
The look in his eyes was earnest, his expression serious. “I still want you, you know.”

 

Then, he kissed me. There was no messing around—well, apart from the previous eight years, of course—he just leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Without a thought about public displays of affection, I slipped my arms around his waist and kissed him back, opening my mouth to admit his tongue.

 

It was incredible. The culmination of eight years of sexual tension and unexplored feelings. I could feel my pussy juices dampening my thong, and Jonathan’s cock pressed insistently against my stomach. If I’d have been someone else looking at us, I’d have been telling us to “get a room”.

 

After a few seconds, I became horribly self-aware of the fact that other people were probably thinking just that. I pulled away from the kiss, then stood on tiptoes to reach Jonathan’s ear.

 

“Is everyone staring at us?” I didn’t dare look around and see if anyone was giving us disapproving glares.

 

“No,” he replied, with his arms still encircling my waist. “I don’t think anybody noticed.”

 

“Phew. I had visions of people shouting at us to get a room!” I laughed, then stopped abruptly when he spoke.

 

“Well, why don’t we?”

lucyfelthouseCheck out the blurb and buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

New Release: Identity Crisis by Grace Marshall

by | Jan 31, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Identity CrisisIDENTITY CRISIS

GRACE MARSHALL

Available from:
Xcite Books
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Other links will be added here as they become available: http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/books/identity-crisis/

Reclusive romance novelist Tess Delaney is the alter ego of Garrett Thorne, bad-boy brother of business tycoon Ellison Thorne. When Tess is nominated for the Golden Kiss Award, Garrett recruits PR specialist, Kendra Davis, to keep his secret and be Tess for the awards despite their mutual animosity. But when Tess is stalked by a rabid fan, an identity crisis is eclipsed by a battle for survival, and Tess Delaney, the woman who doesn’t exist, just might understand Kendra and Garrett’s hearts even better than they do.

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Excerpt:

Garrett felt like a naughty teenager as they sneaked out the back door, through the gate of the privacy fence and down the alley. He wore a shapeless track suit with the black hoodie pulled up over his head and a scruffy pair of Converse sneakers that weren’t exactly meant for dancing. And Kendra, well she hardly looked ratty, in his opinion. She wore low rider jeans, and where they weren’t hugging her body like a second skin, they were full of threadbare, flesh revealing holes. The black sweat top she wore was cut short enough to show a tantalizing flash of her navel and hips bones when she moved just right. It slid off one shoulder to reveal the thin lacy strap of a red bra. She wore all of her russet locks tucked up under a leather beret. Her fashion statement was topped off with black ankle boots. She looked very, very dangerous. And hot. Of course she didn’t need to dress the part for either, he thought. He was already certain on both counts.

‘You live a little closer to The Boiling Point than Dee does.’ She took his hand and nodded to where the alley T’ed with the street, and then gave way to the park on the other side. ‘She never goes there, of course. Well she did once, but that was just for Harris, then he hated it.’ She giggled. ‘God I wish I could have been there for that.’

‘Am I going to hate it?’ he asked.

She shook her head. ‘Probably not. You’re much more of a bad boy than Harris is, or is that all an act?’

The long line of shiny chrome Harleys out front of the squat cinder block building gave Garrett the first clue that this was not Dancing with the Stars. Kendra waved them away absently. ‘The Boiling Point’s not really a biker bar, but it’s kind of the warm-up act, I suppose you could say. Lots of bikers start off here before they head on to their usual haunts. Makes for an exciting mix. Later in the night there are almost no bikers. But there are always lots of interesting people.’

Any other time, Garrett would have been up for meeting interesting people, but tonight he couldn’t imagine anyone interesting him more than the woman on his arm. He paid the fee at the door and a surly man the size of small house with fire-engine hair and a scruffy beard stamped their hands with a red ink TBP.

Inside a live band had just begun to play to a full, but not yet crowded house. ‘The place gets raided from time to time,’ Kendra said. ‘I don’t know what all goes on. I just come here because it’s interesting.’

‘A good raid and us carted off to the police station will really give the press something to talk about,’ Garrett observed.

‘Don’t worry,’ she yelled to be heard above the band’s bass-heavy version of Highway to Hell. ‘They just got raided last week. They’ll be good to go for a while now. We can relax and enjoy ourselves.’ She pulled him onto the dance floor. ‘Best dance while there’s room. In a few hours it’ll be a real tit squeeze.’

Kendra Davis was just as stunning dark and dangerous as she was golden and romantic, as she was naked in his kitchen, and she definitely knew how to move on the dance floor. But it made Garrett more than a little nervous that he wasn’t the only one who seemed to be noticing the way the woman could shake her booty. He thought about asking her to try not to draw to much attention to herself, but he wasn’t even sure it was possible for Kendra Davis not to draw attention.

The place smelled of leather and beer, and sweat. Already there was a thick haze of pheromones invisible to the eye, but everyone there breathed them it, gave them off and reveled in the dark anticipation of what the night might bring. The look in Kendra’s eyes was bright and wicked, like she would do anything, try anything, like all the boundaries were suddenly negotiable.

And fuck, as amazing as she was like that, as much as he wanted to lose himself in the place, in the experience, there was no way he could keep from thinking about who might be watching her in that crowd, about who might be waiting for just the perfect opportunity.

As though she were reading his mind, she pulled him to her with a hand curled around his neck and spoke against his ear. ‘Oh would you relax, Garrett. Do you really think this is the kind of hang-out Tess Delaney would frequent?’

Then she slid both arms around his neck and let him pull her into a deep, hungry kiss. When it ended with an aggressive flick of his tongue, she offered a throaty giggle. ‘Marking territory, are we?’ Before he had a chance to respond, she returned the favor, plunging her tongue in deep, and tightening a fist in his hair to pull him closer.

He moved a hand to the small of her back and gave her the full frontal rub-up, enough to be sure she knew she’d gotten his cock’s attention. ‘You see where this is leading if you keep that up?’

She pulled away and gave his crotch some breathing room as the music settled into a heavy metal beat that filled the dance floor with lots of heavily booted bikers and their spandex and leather women. Garrett was surprised to find more than a few men in pressed jeans and designer polo shirts bellied up to the bar in the mix that looked like it was probably mostly low-brow. He wasn’t the only man who looked like he’d just come from a work out at the corner gym and Kendra’s shredded jeans seemed to be the fashion statement of more than a few women among a smattering of Goth and grunge and plain old red-neck jeans and tee-shirts with baseball caps.

With each song the band played, the dance floor became fuller and fuller. The strobe light flashed and the disco ball bathed the floor in sparkles as people rocked and strutted and sweated, and it became more and more difficult to tell who was dancing with whom. Garrett was about to grab Kendra by the hand and reel her back in so they could stay connected when a biker in a ZZ Top tee-shirt that smelled like an ashtray and looked like it might have been painted across his bulging pecs managed to slide in between them, turn his back on Garrett, and focus his full attention on Kendra. And suddenly all Garrett could see was his broad back.

‘Kendra,’ he called, but his voice was drowned out in the roar of Def Leppard. And that might have been okay if the man hadn’t been so fucking big. Kendra was certainly entitled to dance with whomever she liked. But he couldn’t see her. He fucking couldn’t see her! Not even her feet between the man’s shuffling boots. ‘Kendra!’ He called again. Louder this time. That at least got the man’s attention, but when he turned to see what Garrett wanted, and he could see beyond the biker’s bulk, Kendra was not there! The woman the man was dancing with had cropped blonde hair and a leather bustier several sizes too small.

‘Kendra!’ Garrett called out, louder this time, shoving his way past the biker, who pulled the blonde to him protectively. Frantically Garrett scanned the burgeoning crowd on the dance floor, scanned the women with hats. There were cowboy hats, police hats, even a few stocking caps, but there were just too many people, too many lights, too much noise. In his mind he could only think of Razor Sharp’s horrid email and Kendra’s response to it. Why the hell hadn’t he forced the issue? Why the hell hadn’t he made her tell him why she was so upset, made her tell him about the stalker Dee had mentioned. And fuck! Why had he let her talk him into bringing her here?

*****

Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.

Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy  published by Xcite Romance. The first and second novels in the trilogy are out now.

Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace, writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.

Find Grace here:

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Guest Blogger: Doris O’Connor

by | Jan 30, 2013 | | 2 Comments

Thanks so much for letting me stop over, Lucy. 🙂

Today, I’m talking voices, specifically the voices in my head. Now, if you’re a writer, you’ll get what I mean. If you’re not, bear with me. I promise you won’t need to call the men in the little white coats, not yet anyway…

You see, I’m a panster, which means my writing is entirely character driven, and I never know what’s going to happen, until I sit down and write. Which works perfectly when the voices are talking—not so much when they don’t. Nothing gets written then.

It also doesn’t work too well when the voices insist you write something that you’re not comfortable writing. This is what happened with Too Devious To Tame. I loved writing the first two books in this series. My fingers fairly flew across the keyboard, and the start of this book was no exception.

And then, the doubts crept in. I hit a scene, where I really didn’t like the way my hero behaved and where the story was heading. He had his reasons, of course, and it entirely fits the story, but I couldn’t bring myself to write anymore. Not the way it needed to be written.

You see, my heroine Jemima was a rather unlikable character in book two, and I needed to redeem her. Now, everyone has a story, and Jemima’s is heart wrenching, and real, but it is also rather dark, and it explains why she acted the way she did. Giorgio, too, has a rather colourful past and present—his connections are dangerous and reassuring in equal measures—and when I started writing this series, I was very much a newbie. I couldn’t do that story justice.

Fast forward two years, and with book one and two successfully published and doing well, and more confident in my writing skills, I revisited this story. I made it my Nano 2012 project, and wouldn’t you know it, this time my fingers flew.

Rather than doubt the voices, I followed their lead and let the story evolve into what it needed to be. As a result, this installment of the Giovanni has jumped up a heat level, and Giorgio and Jemima are not only fighting their of the scales chemistry, but also the choices they made in the past, that place them both in danger.

I had many “Oh Wow,” moments when I wrote this. Hopefully my readers will be just as surprised when they get to those twists, as I was writing them. I honestly didn’t see some of that coming. And that’s the one thing I love most about being a writer, and a panster to boot.

It’s always an adventure and a privilege to do the voices justice 🙂

Too Devious To TameBLURB:

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.

Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can’t remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.

With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?

Available from:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
BookStrand

 

EXCERPT:            

Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.

“No, I’m fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget.”

He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away.  When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn’t catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.

He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.

“Shut your eyes for me, cara.”   His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.

“Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can’t see what I’m doing.” He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.

She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.

He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.

“Così bello, e tutto mio.”   He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.

“That’s it, tesoro, fly for me.” He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.

When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, “If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real.”

 

Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Sunday Snog – The Military Wife

by | Jan 27, 2013 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

The Military WifeHere’s another delicious snog from my new erotic romance mini-anthology, The Military Wife. It has three stories, and this is a snippet from Passing Out Passion.

“God, you’re sexy when you’re angry.”

 

Before I had a chance to react, he kissed me. As his lips touched mine, all the stiffness and tension left my body, followed swiftly by the anger. In fact, had he not then chosen that moment to slip his arms around my waist, the weakness in my knees probably would have caused me to fall over.

 

Pulling me tightly to him, I could feel his erection pressing against my abdomen. A fresh dribble of lust trickled its way into my knickers, and I opened my mouth to return his kiss. His tongue immediately thrust between my lips and sought out mine. I reached around him and cupped his denim-clad ass cheeks in my hands as our kiss deepened.

 

It was some time before we pulled apart. When we eventually did, we were both gasping, and I suspected my facial expression mirrored Phil’s flushed, lust-addled one. We gazed at one another for a couple of seconds, then a strange movement from Phil made me look down and see what the problem was. A giggle escaped my lips as I watched him try to rearrange his stiff cock beneath his jeans.

 

“What?” he asked, grinning at me. “I can’t help it if you make me horny, can I? There was a time when you’d have dragged me to a secluded spot for a little light relief.”

 

“And what makes you think I won’t do that now?” I gave him what I hoped was my sauciest grin, then looked around for somewhere even more private for us to go.

 

“Oh, I dunno,” he said, clearly thinking I was bluffing, “only the fact that our families and lots of strangers are inside that building.”

 

“True,” I replied, nodding. “But they’re not inside that one.”

 

I pointed to a building at the other side of the courtyard. I had no idea what was inside it, and to be honest, I didn’t really care. I walked quickly towards it, hoping that we’d get there before anyone saw us. A glance over my shoulder told me that Phil wasn’t far behind.

Check out the blurb and buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Guest Blogger: Rosalie Ash

by | Jan 21, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Rosalie AshRosalie Ash, an author who has published more than 20 successful romance novels worldwide through the legendary Mills and Boon brand, has launched her first e-book on Amazon Kindle.

She has re-written MELTING ICE, her first novel, updating it from a world of 1980s shoulder pads to 21st century smart phone communications and re-published it as book one of a trilogy.

I asked her to tell us more about the book, and about herself.

What is the story about?

“The theme is of a cold, emotionally damaged man meeting a warm, impulsive girl, and their subsequent relationship.  Matt thinks Victoria is gorgeous but way too young, and he is averse to any kind of involvement.  Victoria is only 18, naive and a bit self-obsessed, when she falls in love with Matt during the first weekend they meet.

I like the idea that being with the right person can effectively change someone’s whole life and outlook.  Both main characters, Matt and Victoria, grow and change over the course of the story, and finish up more likeable and better balanced by the end.”

Do you fantasise about which actors would play your characters in a movie?

“Yes. While re-writing MELTING ICE I was thinking of Daniel Craig as the hero, MATT. I was visualising Liv Tyler as VICTORIA, Julia Roberts as JESSICA, and Scarlett Johansson crossed with a  young Sinead O’Connor as MEGAN.”

What made you want to re-write MELTING ICE?

“This was my first book, originally published in 1989. When I got the copyright back from Harlequin Mills and Boon, I could have just re-published it digitally as an 80’s Classic, but when I re-read it I felt the urge to give my characters a bigger story.

And then there were little things, like coming across an old 2001 5-star USA review of MELTING ICE on the internet. This reader had bought my book in a ‘thrift shop’, and wrote things like ‘an emotional trip’, ‘a refreshing break from the average cheesy romance’. She went on to say she’d tried to find other Rosalie Ash books but discovered most were out of print.

The hero and heroine in MELTING ICE, their love story, the location of rural Warwickshire, all felt very personal to me. I also wanted to bring them into the 21st century. At the very least, I wanted them to have the benefit of smart-phones, texting, email, I-pads, sat-nav, and to wear clothes that didn’t resemble the wardrobe of ‘Dynasty’!

I decided the book just needed a few more characters, a couple more plot twists, and it would turn very well into a longer book, and into part one of a trilogy.

The striking new cover was created for me by Birmingham-based illustrator, Gareth Courage.”

What made you choose the location?

“The village and farmhouse setting create an effective ‘crucible’ where the characters all live and work in a close-knit environment. Harbridge is fictional, but is typical of many small South Warwickshire villages, not too far from the border with the Cotswolds, where the farms and cottages are built of mellow stone. Warwickshire is where I’ve lived all my life. It is known as the ‘leafy heart of England’. The scenery is not dramatic, but timeless rolling English countryside.”

Tell us more about the hero

“Matt Larson comes from the classic ‘school of hard knocks’ background. He is tough, cool and sexy as hell! He had a tragic childhood and he’s a self-made multi-millionaire.  He seems cold and uncaring, but inside he is vulnerable, honourable, kind, caring, all traits that Victoria eventually discovers. He’s part Danish, with icy grey eyes, blond hair and olive skin – what’s not to love?!” 🙂

What’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to you?

“Eloping. When I got married second time round, we sneaked off to the Registry Office at 9:00 am one morning, then immediately flew to Florence for our honeymoon. We rang our families to tell them the news, on our way to airport. We felt like two naughty children playing truant from school.”

If you could live anywhere, where would you choose?

“I’d have a cottage in Cornwall and a villa in Italy.  I’ve recently discovered the Cilento region, south of Naples. I rent a stone-built cottage high on a hill, overlooking the Bay of Cilento and the Amalfi Coast.  It makes you feel almost literally ‘on top of the world’. You can see the sun set over Capri. The weather, the scenery, the food, the people, are all wonderful. The only downside is the death-defying Italian driving!”

Which author would you love to meet?

“I’d like to have a ‘girlie’ lunch party with Jilly Cooper, Katie Fforde and Jill Mansell. Their books are so warm and funny, I imagine they’d reflect their attitude to life in general.

What are your plans for 2013?

“Book Two of MELTING ICE is going well, and I’m making this my priority. But I obtained the copyright to three more of my early books, UNSAFE HARBOUR, LAW OF THE CIRCLE, and THE GYPSY’S BRIDE, and I intend to re-publish at least two of these original Rosalie Ash classics as e-books. THE GYPSY’S BRIDE was a top favourite of mine, though. Sex, horses, and a smouldering part-gypsy hero. What’s not to like? So, I don’t know, maybe I’ll feel driven to re-write and extend the story of sexy SAUL GALLAGHER and gorgeous CHESSY…”

Book two of the Roundwell Farm series, telling Jessica’s story, will be out as an e-book later in 2013.

Rosalie will be putting more of her 90’s classics on Amazon Kindle over the next few weeks.

To find out more, go to Rosalie Ash’s website  http://rosalieash.wordpress.com

Melting IceHere’s the book:

‘Men with those half-hooded eyes always look as if they’re inviting you to bed with them,’ Jessica gave an enjoyably exaggerated shiver, ‘But Matt is so deliciously detached. All steely reserve and suppressed passion. I think he’s gorgeous!’

Victoria hunched her shoulders in a casual shrug. ‘I’d hardly describe him as gorgeous.’

‘Decided that while you were gazing at him longingly on the terrace, did you?’

When Victoria meets Matt she is instantly infatuated with him. But he makes it clear that she’s not his type, and in any case she is far too young for him. But everything changes one night, forcing them both on a journey of self-discovery that transforms their lives forever.

One of the 5-star reader reviews already posted on Amazon for MELTING ICE:

By Jan  Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase

‘Rosalie Ash is back and better than ever. Melting Ice is a well written, compulsive read. I admit I had the free download but I would have happily paid money for it and can’t wait for the second book in the trilolgy.’

And here’s an excerpt:

‘Will you please go?’ she said, ‘I don’t want you to come here again.’

Matt rose to his feet in a fluid, powerful movement, and the pale, lidded gaze was so scathing she longed to drop her eyes under the onslaught. Only pride and fury kept them level.

‘Don’t be so fucking ridiculous, Victoria.’ he said tautly, ‘I’ll go, but not before I’ve proved that you’re lying to me and to yourself.’

Before she could duck him, he had pulled her into his arms. He controlled her furious struggles with easy strength. His fingers were hard as he twisted her chin up until her mouth was beneath his, and then he kissed her.

In the midst of her anger, Victoria felt a wave of despair. She knew that her body was going to betray her. She wanted to fight and struggle and scream, but instead she circled his neck with her arms and ran her fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth down harder on her own and returning the kiss with a shudder of passion she had forgotten she was capable of feeling.

When their lips parted for a moment she drew in a breath that sounded like a sob, but her whole body was on fire, as if all her anger and resentment were transformed into heightened sexual desire.

In response he swung her into his arms and took her to the sofa in front of the fire, trapping her on his lap as he kissed her more deeply. Victoria couldn’t think any more. All she wanted was to be closer, closer, to surrender to this glorious melting feeling in her bones, and this fiery ache in her stomach. Her struggles to escape had changed to struggles to be as close to Matt as possible, and with a groan he pushed her full length on the sofa and responded to her urgent movements by flicking open the buttons on her jeans and pushing up the soft fabric of her jumper.

Then at last she felt his lips on her skin, her throat, and his hand could flick open the clasp of her silky lace bra and expose her breasts to receive the caresses they ached for.

She gave a choked cry of pleasure as she felt his tongue on her hardened nipples, and he drew back for a moment, his face shadowy and almost unrecognisable above her, the pupils dilated with desire.

‘Victoria,’ he breathed unevenly, stroking the softness of her with an almost reverent gentleness, his eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her, ‘Did I ever tell you that you have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen?’

‘No,’ her voice was muffled with emotion, everything melting into surrender, ‘You didn’t…’ Not even when she’d flashed them at him on their first meeting, she thought dazedly, almost finding the strength to giggle but dissolving instead into quivering desire.

‘And you’ve gained some curves,’ he said, ‘In all the right places. God, Victoria…’

He was peeling down her tight jeans and sending another convulsion of desire through her. Lost in sensation, she hungrily moved one hand up inside his T-shirt, felt the warm hardness of his abdomen and chest, trembled over the flat hard nipples and the coarseness of his chest hair, all her long years of needing and wanting pooling into one hot, liquid tug of desire low down in her stomach.

‘Matt, oh God…,’ she heard herself whispering against his mouth, as her body strained towards him. He slid the jeans down further, tugged them so that he could pull them right off her. He slipped his hand inside her lacy briefs and cupped her already damp sex with his hand. He groaned, sliding two fingers inside her until she whimpered with need.

‘You smell and taste gorgeous, I’ve never forgotten the scent and flavour of you,’ he said, running that same hand up the length of her body, putting his fingers into his own mouth and then into hers.

That was all it took. Something raw and elemental in Matt’s sexuality ignited a desire in her so powerful, so overwhelming she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t fight it. She needed him, hungered and thirsted for him, in a mindless, blind way that had her fingers ripping at his white T-shirt, wrenching it over his head, allowing her hands the luxury of stroking and exploring the irresistible lines of his body.

In front of the fire, on the warmth of the sofa, he lifted her to straddle him, stroked the soft fullness of her breasts, moulded her small waist and the flare of her hips, his eyes dark as smoke as they hungrily scanned her body,

‘You’re stunning, but completely crazy,’ he murmured huskily, ‘I don’t have a clue what goes on in your head!’

‘Right now, nor do I,’ she whispered breathlessly, ‘I don’t have a clue how you do this to me, if I did I’d know how to stop you.’

‘Don’t. Don’t stop me.’ His voice was thick with desire and laughter. ‘If you knew how much I’ve been wanting to do this to you again, you wouldn’t be so cruel.’

She slid a trembling hand to the fastening of his Levis, moved her fingers over the long hard bulge under the button-fly with a rush of heat all over her. Slowly, she eased open the top two buttons, her eyes caught and held in his narrowed gaze.

The only sound was dull tick of the grandfather clock in the shadows, the hissing of the logs in the hearth, and their combined ragged breathing.

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