New #sweet #historical romance from Janet Gibbs and @secretcravings

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In 1902 three very different young women live in the millionaire’s enclave of Morristown, New Jersey.   Alice Hastings is an accomplished painter who wants to prove her artistic talents to the world.  However, her adoring, devoted widowed father has other plans as he insists she must marry a successful young man from town.

 

Francesca Dunbar may be of royal lineage and feels superior to the citizens of the small town near New York City.  Her exquisitely beautiful mother and powerful wealthy father spoil their only child and harbor a secret that could shake up this small conservative town.

 

Claire Armstrong loves her horses and will only marry a man who gives her the freedom to pursue her devotion to her horse farm and stables.    She comes from a boisterous family of daughters and is head strong.  Claire’s father is intent on having at least one of his daughters marry well, but Claire has other ideas.

 

All three women are members of the elite in this small wealthy town yet each yearns for more.   The arrival of a handsome, charming member of the English aristocracy complicates the plans of fathers and daughters alike.   To this add an old friend and a surprising new comer and you the formula for an exciting summer.    Each young lady finds herself at a crossroads in 1902 as did many women.  For Alice, Claire and Francesca it means taking three different paths to finding happiness and so much more.

EXCERPT:

Five miles down Normandy Heights Road a rather obstinate father was attempting to convince his daughter who should be her husband.

“Of course you’ll marry Richard. The Dickersons are a well-respected family and he makes quite a good living as a banker,” sputtered the tall, handsome man with a ruddy complexion. He’d never considered for a minute that Alice, his only child, would disagree with him.

Colonel Arthur Hastings puffed on his favorite Bavarian pipe and strode around his desk, addressing his daughter as if she were a new recruit in his regiment. “Any other girl would be glad to have such a fine young man wanting to marry them. You’re eighteen and should be settled by now. It’s what your mother would have wanted.”

A flicker of sadness flashed over the Colonel’s face as he softened and seemed wistful, but it didn’t stop him from continuing his well-meaning tirade as he marched around his book lined library.

Alice sat perched on the edge of the brown leather chair, trying her best to control the rage bubbling inside her. Any minute she thought she’d erupt, how dare he orchestrate her life. She didn’t want to marry anyone. Her life was wrapped up in her painting. Though her father thought it a hobby, to Alice it meant so much more. She’d rather spend an entire day painting than go to a tea, or a dance or a ladies club meeting. Somehow she had to make her father understand that marriage was not an option. If she met someone who understood her dream of being a professional painter, then perhaps she would entertain the idea. But she certainly wouldn’t follow the marriage game as she called it and succumb to her father’s wishes. Most of the fathers in town orchestrated their daughter’s lives and advised them who to marry. Unlike political alliances in the past, these marriages were made between families who had known each other for decades and wanted no outsiders in their safe enclave. Alice was determined not to be one of those daughters. She adored her papa but he had to know that she could not bend her will to follow Morristown’s unwritten law of marriage.

Her father seemed oblivious to Alice. It was as if she weren’t even in the room. He just kept rambling on with his argument. “Alice, be reasonable. Richard Dickerson wants to announce your engagement at the Field Club Ball on July Fourth. You could be married in November and settled by Christmas.”

 

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About the Author

Janet Gibbs has researched and written extensively on women’s history.  She researched and wrote three biographies for the book, Past and Promise,  Notable New Jersey Women, published by Syracuse University Press, 1997.   Her 2010 dissertation was a critical biography of Zona Gale, Literary Comet.

Her historical romance, So Much More, is an ebook currently appearing on Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.com.  The paperback will appear in January 2016.

She has written non-fiction which has appeared in several newspapers including The New York Times.   She was awarded a grant from the AAUW to complete her novel and was asked to read her poetry at the Princeton Arts Center.

Born in England she now resides in Northern New Jersey where she continues to write novels about strong women with a mind of their own.    Janet Gibbs can be reached at

https://instragram.com/janetfgibbs/ 

https://twitter.com/JanetFGibbs 

https://www.facebook.com/JanetFrancesGibbs 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Book 2 Aphrodite Chronicles by @LMLeFerrur #secretbaby #PNR

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Rekindled Heat: The Aphrodite Chronicles Story Two

Erotic Paranormal Short Story

Word Count – 9,311

Secret Cravings Publishing

 

 

Blurb:

She had loved and lost…and gained.

Drea Tate had loved once. One night shattered her world. Left alone and pregnant, Drea moved to Second Chance, Pennsylvania and began a new life for her and her son.

Bail Enforcement Agent Micah Bridges lands the opportunity to score some quick money catching a bail jumper in a sleepy town in Pennsylvania. Little did he know that he’d find the woman he’d loved…and a son he didn’t know had existed.

 

 

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“Why don’t you get us both a beer?” was the man’s only reply. Official part of the meeting was over. Time for some alcohol.

Micah weaved his way through the tables toward the bar. He wedged his body between two people sitting on stools at the end. While he waited for the bartender, he tapped his fingertips against the scarred, wooden counter top. Though he wouldn’t mind if she took her time.

She had one of the finest asses he’d ever seen. Heart-shaped and softly rounded. Just enough for a man to grab hold of. She wore form-fitting jeans and a snug, black T-shirt. Bleached-blonde hair, cut short, drew his attention to her long, elegant neck.

Memories slammed into his mind, nearly staggering him. He had once known someone with a similar body build. Right down to the elegant neck. She had been slimmer than the bartender. But she had been his. They had pledged their love, their futures, to one another.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the visions of her. That was years ago. Time had changed him. Made him harder, scarred him, made him more of a realist. He had loved her, but sometimes situations made a person walk away from the ones they cared for.

Someone moved passed and air wafted behind him. Micah sniffed. The normal bar smells were there, but another scent assaulted him.

Warm, alluring vanilla.

Realization crashed over him, robbing him of breath and weakening his knees. He had to lean against the bar to support himself.

That scent belonged to only one person.

Her.

The love he’d thought was lost forever.

His Drea.

 

* * * *

 

Awareness crept up Drea Tate’s spine. Someone’s gaze weighed heavily upon her.

She turned and looked down the length of the bar. Mostly her regulars.

A man with blonde hair slicked away from his face stood at the opposite end. He leaned what she estimated to be a six-foot tall frame against the counter, probably waiting for her. Drea excused herself and moved toward him. Something about him was oddly familiar. Like she’d met him before. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew this stranger…intimately.

Suddenly, her stomach summersaulted, and she paused, mid-step, to lay a hand over it. Strange.

Drea continued to approach the customer. For reasons unbeknownst to her, her belly fluttered wildly again. She’d once known a man who could make her feel like a high school girl crushing on her first love.

He had been her real first love. The man she would have walked with through the burning fires of Hell.

The father of her four-year-old son, Reed.

Couldn’t be him. He’d died years ago. His uncle had told her that.

With a mental shrug, she reached the customer. “What can I get you?”

Her eyes locked with his. She’d know those amber-colored pools anywhere. She froze, rooted to the floor. It couldn’t be.

Could it?

 

 

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Author Bio:

 

I’m a writer of sexy romances with a kick of heat! Though my contracted stories are paranormals, I haven’t discounted writing a contemporary or two.

I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.

In my spare time, I’m more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS:New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.

I’m a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I’m watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.

I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know…Clive Cussler isn’t a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!

 

Find me at:

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Twitter

Amazon Author Page

Goodreads

 

 

 

Things get damp with a water nymph around – The Aphrodite Chronicles by @LMLeFerrur

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Wet Heat: The Aphrodite Chronicles Story One

Erotic Paranormal Short Story

Word Count – 9,538

Secret Cravings Publishing

 

 

Blurb:

Attorney Naida Bouche has a secret… of paranormal proportions!

The secret tore her, and fellow attorney, Coop’s, marriage apart. She let her guard down and allowed herself to love. But that love—and the passion that followed—could have been the death of them…well, him.

A chance encounter in judge’s chambers catapult Coop Martin’s and his ex-wife’s libidos into overdrive. Add being stuck in an elevator to the mix and desires explode. Coop wants his wife back but she’s thrown up a roadblock that he’s determined to break through.

Can their undeniable chemistry be enough for Naida to reveal who—and what—she is? And could Coop still love her should the truth be revealed?

 

Excerpt:

Coop thanked Smythe as he spun toward the bank of elevators. He pressed the “up” button and waited for the car to descend. The stainless steel doors opened with a bing. Stepping through the threshold, he hit the button for the third floor. He checked his reflection in the mirrored panels gracing the walls. The ride seemed to take longer than normal, which annoyed the hell out of him. His foot tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor.

The doors opened again, and Coop darted from the car to the judge’s chambers. His long, ground-eating strides took him to his destination in under a minute.

Coop didn’t bother to knock. He simply swung the door open and strode into the room. Sitting behind a large, ornately carved desk was Judge Hawker. Her gray hair haloed her head in a tidy mass of curls. Lines deeply etched her haggard face, affirming she was a kick-ass bitch.

She tapped her pen on her ink blotter. “So nice of you to join us, Mr. Martin.” Her voice cracked like an old Victrola record player.

Coop’s gaze fell upon the female occupant sitting in one of two black leather armchairs. Long, golden-blonde hair cascaded over the back, beckoning for him to run his fingers through the silken stands.

Anger, both at his reaction to seeing her and the fact she was there in the first place, rose up like a leviathan from the deep. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his lips formed a thin line.

He walked in front of the woman. “Naida,” he greeted, through clenched teeth.

Coop stared at her beautiful face. Naida’s kissable, full lips formed a soft, forced smile that her large, doe-shaped brown eyes didn’t reflect. A form-fitting, cream-colored sweater hugged her breasts and torso, doing little to hide her lithe figure. Her hands rested in her lap. Long, jean-clad legs crossed at the ankle. The brown of her high-end leather satchel matched her well-worn hiking boots.

“Cooper,” she replied.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, never breaking eye contact with her, and enunciated each of the words that followed very clearly, “Do. Not. Call. Me. Cooper.”

* * * *

Naida hadn’t meant to say it so sarcastically. It had just slipped out. A defense mechanism. A way to cover the instantaneous hurt that had rocketed like a missile to her heart.

The other option had been picking her jaw off the ground. She hadn’t expected Coop to walk through the door.

His stiff-shouldered stance emanated anger. And rightfully so.

He had been wronged.

By Naida herself.

She ripped her gaze away from Coop and turned toward the bitch who had set her—no, us—up.

Judge Hawker grinned, exposing age-worn teeth. The pack of cigarettes she smoked a day did little to detract from the look. “Do you have something to say, Miss Bouche?” Her voice grated Naida’s nerves and reminded her of gravel scraping over an asphalt road. The hag had the nerve to broaden her smile.

Naida rose from the armchair with fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into the flesh of her palms. “Why is he here?”

“Why are you here?” he retorted, his steel-gray eyes darting from one female to the other and shooting daggers at same time. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto the empty armchair.

One of those daggers pierced Naida’s heart, which thudded hard against her breastbone. How she hated Coop looking at her with such disdain. But she had brought it on herself.

Three years ago, she had filed for divorce from Coop with no explanation why. Just up and went to an attorney. Had he done anything wrong? No. Had he begged and pleaded for an explanation? Yes.

She had merely shrugged her shoulders and walked away.

That action had taken her away from the one man, the one human, she’d ever loved.

 

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Author Bio:

 

I’m a writer of sexy romances with a kick of heat! Though my contracted stories are paranormals, I haven’t discounted writing a contemporary or two.

I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.

In my spare time, I’m more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS: New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.

I’m a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I’m watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.

I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know…Clive Cussler isn’t a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!

 

Find me at:

Facebook

Twitter

Amazon Author Page

Goodreads

 

 

 

2014 year in review – a look back at my crazy #publishing roundup

Wowsa. 2014 was a LOT of work. It didn’t feel that way at the time, except when I was pulling my hair out, but holy crap I pubbed a ton of stories. In case you missed it, there was:

January 2014TheTroubleWithMemories300
Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in MumbaiLoverEnslaved300
The Trouble With Memories – Martian Mating, Book I

 

 

February 2014

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Sex, Ties and Videotape – Book I, Love Hurts

 

 

 

March 2014
Breaching Luetenint 3.5.4-2Breaching the LieutenantPerfect-Ride300x450
Perfect Ride – with Shiloh Saddler, Book I, Ridden Hard

 

 

April 2014
RekindlingtheFlameRekindling the Flame

 

 

 

May 2014
Kink Club Blues Final Front Cover 5 6 2014 Cropped smallerKink Club Blues – Book II, Love Hurts

 

 

 

June 2014
Darkest Flowers Final Front Cover 6 1 2014 Version 2Darkest Flowers

 

 

 

July 2014
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Sci Spanks – anthology
Seducing KaynSeducing Kayn OTHER SITES

September 2014

Dom_of_DestructionDom of Destruction – Book III, Love Hurts

 

 

 

November 2014
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Double the Fantasy
Hot Holiday Treats – anthology

 

 

 

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Total tally: 16 works. That’s over 1 per month and there weren’t many months where I had zip. December is a zip tho. A girl needs to rest some time!

See you in 2015!

Eva