Taming Rydin by @cjdurranauthor a new #SFR out now from @decadentpub

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A Warrior Clan Novella 


Prince Rydin of the Royal WindClan Warriors lives in secret exile and frees slaves as penance for the destruction and death he caused in the past. Shunning the responsibilities of his Clan and suppressing his natural sexual desires, he is unprepared for the intense reaction that surfaces when he saves the life of a rare human found on a nearby planet. 

Nova has survived the harsh and unforgiving universe by using her overabundant sex drive to secure her way into her masters’ bedrooms. Fearing for her life, she offers herself to Rydin only to learn he wishes to free her, not use her as her other owners have. 

Although Rydin refuses Nova’s advances at first, his attraction to her grows and soon his urge to mate overpowers him emotionally and physically. Nova, given freedom to choose, is undeterred, and proves that she is willing and capable of satisfying the needs of the WindClan Warrior. Unable to deny Nova for long, Rydin seeks the help of his most trusted friend to find a reason for his uncontrollable desires. He uncovers a truth that will change his and Nova’s lives forever, and may tear them apart despite their heated chemistry.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Taming-Rydin-Edge-CJ-Durran-ebook/dp/B00JSKADGY/

Decadent: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=935&osCsid=6tnq662ucmrchmq8r8o73rgfc0

 

 

Talking languages and #romance with @zeemonodee #creole #french #hindi #UK

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Welcome Zee Monodee back to the blog today. That’s her up above, waving from top of the hill. Can you see her? I can see me on that beach for the next three weeks that’s for sure! 

Here’s Zee:

Language in a multicultural environment

 

I hail from the island of Mauritius. Our mother tongue is Creole, with French spoken all over the island, English as the official language of business and parliament, a Bhojpuri dialect being the rural tongue, and Hindi & Urdu the ancestral languages from India still spoken by the descendants. Quite a melting pot, right?

 

I spoke French first – that’s the tongue my parents spoke to me at home. I only learned Creole fluently (I could bumble my way through, since French and Creole sound very similar) once I joined school. Before I even knew what language I was uttering, I was singing full Bollywood songs and watching Indian movies with my mother, having a good grasp on Hindi as it is spoken in the movies, and Urdu (the language from Pakistan, where my maternal grandmother is originally from), which resembles movie Hindi like French and Creole look alike. English, I didn’t start learning until I was six and in primary school.

 

Fast forward to a decade, and here I am in England. Thank goodness I have always been fluent with languages, so dealing only in English on a daily basis wasn’t much of a chore. I even picked up the stuck-up, snobby cow, BBC anchor accent along the way (still haven’t managed to lose it to this day, despite being out of England for over a decade now, and speaking mostly French and Creole in my day-to-day life).

 

Thanks to my stint in the UK (South London/Kent, to be more precise), my English is now different from the people here in Mauritius. Half of them don’t even understand my accent – even my own father asks me to speak less quickly so he can pick up what I’m rambling about when I speak English, lol.

 

And this leads me to language differences…and do these apply more thanks to the region you are in? Countries the world over may speak the same tongue, but the delivery and turn of phrase is not the same. Like, take a French person from Marseille and one from Quebec – it’s like they’re speaking two different tongues! Similarly, while someone speaking Creole in Louisiana will understand the Creole of a Mauritian, some words will be different and hard to grasp (funny anecdote here – my uncle was in a cab in New York and speaking Creole to his friend with him. The cab driver turns and joins the conversation. In Creole! Turned out the man was from New Orleans and picked up the gist of what they’d been talking about!)

 

So, if you’re the product of a multicultural environment and upbringing, what language will you speak most? Which turn of phrase, which accent, will be more yours?

 

In LIGHT MY WORLD, Diya Hemant was born in London and spent the first six years of her life there. No wonder, then, that she is most at ease with English, and particularly her South London type of speech. When she comes to Mauritius, she learns to speak informal Creole and studies French at school – and makes less of a mess with that language than her sister, Lara, did (language interpretation plays a big part in a critical plot point in Lara’s story). Diya is confident enough to veer between tongues with the snap of fingers – her bestie is, after all, of French origin and speaks horrible English!

 

And then she meets posh & uptight Trent Garrison who hails from Kent in England…

 

Diya speaks and thinks with the typical, unpretentious, and slightly working class slant of the South London community, while Trent is definitely more of a traditional Brit, even in his speech. Both are the products of their environments, and in a melting pot land like Mauritius, no wonder such different types can meet and collide!

 

From Mauritius with love,

 

Zee

Zee’s latest book is out now from Decadent Publishing:

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that to find a prince, a girl has to kiss a few frogs along the way. But what happens when a modern-day princess comes across…an ogre?

 

So what if a girl has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince?

 

Tired of her Indian-origin mother’s relentless matchmaking, Diya Hemant is determined to find her Prince Charming on her terms. Armed with a definitive list of requirements, she is sure she’ll know her man when she meets him…

 

But looking and finding are two different things, especially on the tiny island of Mauritius…

 

When her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, it’s hate at first sight. And though fate keeps pitting her against him, she’s certain he can’t be turned into a frog let alone a prince.

 

Can this modern-day princess overcome her own expectations and see beyond the ogre to the man beneath?

Excerpt:

Diya spun around when the warm, strongly male hand closed over her wrist. She risked a startled glance at Trent’s face, to then train her focus to where he touched her. The heat from his palm filtered into her arm, yet she stood frozen.

She glimpsed back up, into his face. What is going on here? In the blink of an eye, everything seemed to have changed.

Lines had appeared on his forehead, his features drawn and pale. But his eyes held an intense light, and the warmth in them took her aback.

Trent Garrison’s grey eyes had always peered at her with ice in them. She remained unprepared for the assault on her mind when the softness of this look washed over her. A quiver thrummed in her chest, tingles shot up from her fingers, and a lump lodged itself in her throat while her mouth went dry.

She parted her lips to speak, but no sound escaped her; only a small, husky breath.

“Thank you, Diya.”

She’d never heard him say her name before. Not like this, anyway. His voice rumbled deep and ragged at the edges. The phrase came out thick with the emotions echoed in the depths of his deep-set eyes….

Something, or someone, tugged on her jeans.

“Can we go now?” a little voice asked.

Startled out of her thoughts, she shook the unreal, dream-like sensation as she emerged from the mist she’d been plunged in by the touch of his skin on hers.

Trent’s touch.

He released her hand, and she bent to scoop Josh in her arms.

“Let’s go, sweetie. I hate hospitals. I’ll meet you at the gate,” she said in Trent’s direction as she left the room.

 

Buy Links:

 

Decadent Publishing http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=929&osCsid=8l5kll18n74unhu3c4vhi41577

 

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Light-My-World-Island-Girls-ebook/dp/B00JH2HUQE/ref=la_B008H07PVM_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1396846679&sr=1-9

 

Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-My-World-Island-Girls-ebook/dp/B00JH2HUQE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1396847137&sr=8-1&keywords=light+my+world+zee+monodee

 

Barnes & Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/light-my-world-zee-monodee/1119125864?ean=2940149544790

 

AllRomance Ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lightmyworld-1472190-177.html

 

- The Island Girls trilogy follows the 3 Hemant sisters – Lara, Neha, Diya – over the span of the 2000-2010 decade, chronicling the changing face of the Mauritian society over that crucial period.

- What makes the perfect man? Should he be handsome, rich, have a great job, good manners, be suave and sophisticated? Light My World touches upon this question, and young women the world over will probably find themselves in Diya and her quest for Mr. Perfect.

 

About the author:

Zee Monodee

Stories about love, life, relationships… in a melting-pot of culture

Zee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she’d stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.

From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.

This particular position became her favourite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit ‘on a fence’, whether cultural or societal, in today’s world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.

Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is a head-over-heels wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween son, best-buddy-stepmum to a teenage lad, an incompetent domestic goddess, eternal dreamer, and an absolute, shameless bookholic. When she isn’t penning more stories and/or managing the Ubuntu line at Decadent Publishing, you can bet you’ll find her with her nose in her tablet, ‘drinking in’ a good book.

How to catch an #art thief with @libbywaterford and @decadentpub #romsus #contemporary #romance

I’m pleased to welcome fellow Decadent author Libby Waterford to talk about her book, Love Unlocked. Here’s a brief disclaimer: I’ve read this book. Yes, I bought it and I read it. I couldn’t help it! I find the concept of art theft fascinating. It’s lucrative and it’s dangerous and yes, even sexy. And I don’t mean that in a Pink Panther way! Ms. Waterford brings a bit of all that into the book plus the other side, from an artist’s point of view. Here’s her thoughts:

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LibbyHeadshot_Square300Like romance novels, I like my art thefts to come with happy endings. Though only about 5-10% of stolen artworks are ever recovered, the ones that are make great headlines, such as the recent story of a Gauguin and a Bonnard that were found intact after 44 years. In recent years, several high profile art thefts have ended with the discovery of the artworks, if not the thieves.

 

Perhaps the most famous art theft in America was the 1990 heist at the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum in Boston. 13 pieces worth $300 million were stolen and have never been recovered. Many books, both nonfiction and fiction, have been written trying to get to the bottom of happened to the works, or imagine what their fate might have been. It’s a mystery that’s haunted the art world for decades and may never be solved.

 

The art heist at the center of my romantic suspense novel Love Unlocked is the catalyst that brings Eve Caplin, retired art thief, and Hudson Cleary, world famous painter, together. Though Eve is trying to get out of the game, her ex-partner and a dangerous rival are pulling her back in. Hudson is intrigued by the mysterious Eve, and he can’t let her face dangerous criminals alone. If you like action, suspense, art, and sexy banter, you might want check out Love Unlocked.

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Love Unlocked

by Libby Waterford

All she wants is a fresh start…

Retired art thief Eve Caplin traveled all the way from Paris to California looking for a fresh start in a small town. When she locks herself out of her home, she gets much more than she bargained for in Hudson Cleary, part-time locksmith and world famous artist. She wants to resist Hudson’s seductive pull, but can’t refuse his help when a man from her past blackmails her into stealing a ten million dollar painting. Not only does Hudson have access to the painting, he may hold the key to her damaged heart.

All he wants is her…

Hudson hasn’t picked up a paintbrush in two years. When he unlocks Eve Caplin’s door, the mysterious beauty arouses much more than just his creative impulses. He needs Eve in his studio and wants her in his bed. When he discovers danger closing in, he must decide how far over the line he’s willing to go to protect her.

Will he lose his heart, his muse, and his freedom all in one unforgettable night?

 

Love Unlocked

 

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What Readers are saying:

 

“The author shows us out-of-the-ordinary characters — he’s a blocked painter, she’s a retired art thief — in a beautiful setting on the Central California coast. The breezy plot made it hard to put down.” – Julia on Amazon.com

 

“The compelling hero and heroine have great chemistry and the thrilling plot keeps you guessing!” – Philippa on Amazon.com

 

About the Author:

Libby Waterford writes California-set steamy contemporary romances. She lives in Los Angeles with her family and works off her weekly pilgrimage to In-N-Out by swimming and climbing the city’s hidden staircases.

 

Contact Details:

 

Website: http://libbywaterford.com

Email: libby@libbywaterford.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LibbyWaterford

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LibbyWaterford

 

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for Love Unlocked:

 

“So what’s the plan?”

“What do you mean?”

“The plan, you know, how are you going to steal the painting?” He spoke more calmly than he felt.

“I hardly think you need to know about that.”

“John mentioned involving me. Let me help.” He needed her to let him help her. He couldn’t stand by and let her face the threat of prison, bodily harm, or death all alone. Somewhere between her locked front door and the Rembrandt, Eve had become his to protect, and he wouldn’t let her down.

She pushed back from the bar, hands on her hips. “John was out of his mind to suggest such a thing, and you have no business being anywhere near this situation.”

God, she could be stubborn. “Then why did you tell me about it?”

She goggled at him for a moment, then ignored his question. “John and I can handle it. We have to get access to a museum fundraiser where the painting is going to be displayed and take it from there. It’s simple really. You’re not needed.”

Hudson saw his window and he went for it. “A fundraiser? Not for the Santa Barbara Art Museum?”

She was slow to respond. “Yes, actually.”

His chest surged with relief that he could offer her something that might help her stay out of harm’s way. “I donated a print to their charity auction. It’s a joint fundraiser for the museum and for art education scholarships for low income high schoolers.”

“Of course it is,” she grumbled.

“Which means I have an invitation,” he said. “Want to be my plus one?”

She bit her lip and crossed her arms. She wouldn’t be able to turn down his perfect way in, and he’d be at her side, keeping the wolves at bay.

“It’s dangerous, you’d get us all caught.”

He smiled. He knew rationalizations when he heard them. She was going to cave any minute.

“You need my help,” he said, moving closer. “I don’t like the thought of you out there up to no good on your own.” They were so close they were practically breathing the same air.

“I won’t be alone,” she said halfheartedly. “I’ll have John.”

He wasn’t above playing dirty. He slid a hand around the back of her neck, stroking the soft hair that covered it like a waterfall. It took physical effort to keep from shuddering at the intense pleasure the sensation brought him. “I really don’t like the thought of you out with John at some swanky party. You’ll probably be dressed to the nines. High heels and everything,” he murmured.

“Jealous?” she breathed.

“Very.” And he kissed her.

 

In Too Deep: #PNR new release @etopiapress with @christygis will cure your #taxday blues!

HAPPY TAX DAY!

Here’s something to take your mind off your tax bill!

In Too Deep
Christy Gissendaner

Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Etopia Press
Number of pages: 274
Word Count: 54,654

in too deepBook Description:

He’ll risk everything for the love of one human.

Agreeing to be her good friend’s bridesmaid, Emma Anderson jets off to Tybee Island for the wedding. Her dress is perfect and her shoes are adorable, but her friend’s elegant beachside home hides an ancient secret…one that threatens to expose a secret society of werewolves.

Drake Randolph has watched his sister’s friend grow into a ravishing woman, but he’s always kept his distance. As the heir to the Randolph fortune and the alpha of the Secret Society of Savannah Lycanthropes, Drake cannot afford to draw the innocent little brunette into the dangerous lycan world.

Passion between them soon blazes hotter than the Georgia summer. But when the wrong woman is kidnapped to prevent the wedding of a lycan to a mortal, Drake must risk everything to save Emma from the ones who will see the downfall of all he holds dear.

Buy Links:

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Excerpt:

She felt him before she saw him. A shift in the air, a prickle of sensation along her spine, and she just knew. His presence always caused a physical reaction inside her. She didn’t need to hear or see him to know.

She dropped her arms to her sides. Should she turn toward him or wait for him to speak? A light wind blew; even though the air was balmy her nipples puckered and pressed against the Lycra covering her breasts.

What had possessed her to come for a swim, dressed in one of Alyssa’s bikinis? Perhaps she’d known he would find her. Didn’t he always? Drake drew her like the water. Both of them were inescapable, a current tugging at her heart no matter where she was. The quiet ocean soothed her like a lullaby.

A whisper of movement near her nape, and the soft rush of breath across her bare shoulder teased her a moment before he spoke. “Going for a swim?”

She continued to face forward. It was exciting to not be able to see his countenance, to only guess at the emotions he displayed. “I’m thinking about it.”

Something had changed between them since the ride back from Macon. She’d sensed a crack in his exterior, a subtle shift in the way he treated her.

Goosebumps prickled her skin, more skin than she’d ever displayed in public. The red bikini bottom held together by strings at the hips. The top tied behind her back and neck. Alyssa was more top heavy than her, but the tiny triangles of fabric just barely covered Emma’s own modest breasts.

She stepped forward until water swirled about her calves. The warmth of the ocean calmed her, made her bold, much bolder than she’d ever been before. She turned to face him, seduction clear in the purposefully slow pivot. All seductive tactics deserted her when she caught sight of him.

Drake stood where she’d been just moments before. The cuffs of his jeans were damp. A white t-shirt covered his broad shoulders and chest. Despite the tempting body before her, his face that drew her attention. Hooded eyes, turned down lips, and a tightly constricted jaw let her know he battled demons. Could one of those demons be desire?

She held her hands out to her side, her fingers splayed open and her palms facing him. Water tickled her wrists, even though the waves barely crested over her knees. “Why are you here?”

Emotion flared to life in his gaze. “Why are you?”

She had no real answer. None that she would give him. Lust overruled her thoughts. No way could she let him leave without knowing the taste of his kiss. Just once. A brief moment in time to feel wanted by him before they returned the sanity of a world where they could never be together. “I came to swim.”

He stepped forward, heedless of the water soaking the denim of his jeans. “So did I.”

She cast a glance downward. “You’re not dressed for swimming.”

“I can be,” he rejoined.

He moved his hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it oh-so-slowly over his head. Her mouth watered at the sight of his ridged abdomen, tapering to a wonderful V shape between his hips. He pulled the shirt free of his arms and tossed it onto the sand. Muscles bunched in his shoulders as he lifted a hand and ran it over his short, ruffled hair.

God, he was too beautiful to be real.

His gaze locked on her face, carefully gauging her reaction before proceeding. She stood still, not batting an eyelid or betraying herself by trembling. She wanted this. She wanted him. Oh, how she wanted him. Her desire went beyond mere need and crossed over into the supernatural zone. Nothing short of dying could stop her from her chosen path.

He moved to unbutton his jeans and drag down the zipper. She didn’t lower her eyes when he pulled off the pants, didn’t trust her reaction to that part of him yet.

A dark eyebrow cocked upward. “Still want that swim?”
About the Author:

Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!

To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com

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