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Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy

Join Champagne authors Rita Bay, Graeme Brown, L.T, Getty, and R.J. Hore in our Feed Your Imagination with Fantasy Book Tour from March 31st through April 25th. Through our tour host, Juniper Grove Book Solutions, we’ll blog, interview, and visit with book lovers across the internet. The schedule for the week is listed below. Our tour central page contains the full schedule and blurbs, excerpts, and buy links for the tour books HERE.

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Our tour sponsor, Champagne Book Group (Champagne Books and Burst Imprints), is offering up five ebooks at the end of the tour. Enter to win at the bottom of the tour central page HERE . I’m offering two ebooks (Into the Lyons Den and Finding Eve) each week in a drawing to readers who comment on my blog (two winners each week). Extra entries (one for each) for following me on Facebook Twitter or following my blog .

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Check out where we’ll be this week.

Mon, April 7

Laura’s Review of Rita Bay’s Finding Eve at Trip Down Imagination Road
 

Tuesday, April 8

R.J. Hore’s Guest Post at The Cheshire Cat’s Looking Glass

Graeme Brown’s Ten’s List at Laurie’s Thoughts & Reviews

Wed, April 9 Jaidis’s Interview of Rita Bay at Juniper Grove
 

Thur, April 10

CCAM’s Interview of L.T. Getty at Mythical Books

S.M.’s Review of L.T. Getty’s Tower of Obsidian at S.M. Bysh Author

Friday, April 11

Laura’s Review of Graeme Brown’s The Pact at Trip Down Imagination Road

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Love-Struck Blog Hop Winners

Thank you to J.A. Garland for organizing Love-Struck Valentine’s Day Blog Hop  and to J.A. Garland Books and Champagne Book Group for sponsoring the event.

CONGRATS TO THE LOVE STRUCK BLOG HOP WINNERS

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Lori Daamen Jolly  (Kindle Paperwhite packed with Books)

DAILY WINNERS
Debra Neiman (Valentine’s Headband)
Cathy Lee (box of chocolates)
Daniel M. (15 Amazon GC)

Congrats also to BookLover, the winner of my website prize (Into the Lyon’s Den ebook).

Thanks to everyone for participating. Here’s one more vintage postage card.

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Welcome Champagne Author Alan Keen

Meet the Author

In 2012 Alan Keen released The Tales of Averon Trilogy, a series of books that had previously been self-published before placing with a New Generation Publishing. The first was originally a children’s book, but the content and theme became popular with adults and took a mature direction by the time the trilogy was released. The book won The New Generation Publishing Prize for that year and gained him international recognition. Towards the middle of the year he then co-won the international competition to finish the science fiction sequel to Earth 2 by David Diprose. His forthcoming release, Haunted, is due to be released in December this year.

Visit Alan’s WEBPAGE

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Haunted

hauntedMysteria is a small fishing island located close to the west coast of Oregon. Covered with dense forests and with a community of less than forty, its isolation and tranquility is exactly what award-winning author Cameron Drake is looking for. After a swift divorce he decides to move from his home in England to the small island to help find inspiration and reignite his successful career. With his friend and agent living in the mainland harbor connecting routes to the island, it felt like exactly the right thing to do. At least, it was until he set his first footsteps on the island…

A strange encounter on a lonely road en-route to his new home leads to a series of bizarre and terrifying hauntings that force Cameron to question his sanity, and also bring to light the strange occurrences that have given the island is name. As members of the small community slowly begin to vanish, Cameron believes that not everything in his new paradise is exactly what it seems.

Aided by a handful of friends and his loyal pet Akando, a huge Alaskan malamute, Cameron descends unwillingly in to the strange world of the paranormal. Slowly he begins to believe that a spirit haunting him is attempting to make contact psychically, and believes she may be warning of a terrible fate that will befall the rest of the island’s population unless he can find a way to reach out and understand why the community is vanishing.

The fate of the survivors rest in Cameron’s hands as he begins a quest that involves witchcraft, Ouija boards and psychic contact with a being from the spirit world, but as he investigates deeper in to the paranormal, the island’s secret and his own role to the spirit world become terrifyingly clear…

Check out the fantastic YouTube Video for HAUNTED.

Tomorrow, Author Celia Breslin shares a tale.

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Author Allison Knight Shares a Ghostly Tale

Allison Knight is an award-winning author of historical, medieval, contemporary, and gothic romance. She is published with Champagne Book Group, Wings e-Press, and Red Rose Publishing. Her ghost story teases the imagination and makes the reader wonder if the paranormal guests live with us.

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When we decide to retire away from the snowy north and move to the warm south, we found a beautiful home, acreage, a kitchen to die for, the perfect house. The neighbors came to introduce themselves even before we moved in. However, in our discussion with them we learned the original builder, (not the people we bought the house from,) built the home for his wife. We were told she planned the entire house, down to every detail. She even selected the property, because she and our new neighbors were not only friends but could ride their horses together on the acreage.

It was only later when we found out that just before the house was completed, she was out riding one day. Her horse must have stepped in a hole, because he fell on her. She was alive. They rushed her to the local hospital, but the damage was bad. She was going to be in wheel chair for the rest of her life. Because her house wasn’t quite finished they made some changes, widening doorways, etc., but her husband discovered he couldn’t care for her in the house. He sold the place and moved to Florida, where, I understood from the neighbors, she passed away a short time later.

After we got settled, we installed a security system. We were out in the country and the neighbors weren’t that close. Two of our children had moved south and were about forty five minutes away from us, so we thought it was a perfect arrangement. They were close enough to handle any problems if there were any problems with the house.

We retired planning to travel, made our plans, and took off. After all, there were places to go and things to see.

We had been away for about three days when our son called to tell us the police called him. Our security system had gone off. The neighbors hadn’t seen anything and when our son got to the house, everything was fine. A fluke everyone decided. We came home and it was as our son said. Nothing was disturbed.

On our next trip we were gone two days, but the same thing happened. We called the security people. They checked the system. Everything was okay. We took off again, but once more, two days out, our son called again. It is happened again the police said they would have to charge for unnecessary trips. Obviously something weird was going on.

I had always wanted to see Alaska and we already had our reservations. But how could we leave? Because of the problems with the security system, my daughter, her husband, and two children volunteered to come to the house and stay.  They arrived and we left.

When we came home, we discovered the alarm had not gone off once, however, while the kids were in the house, kitchen cabinet doors opened, while the four of them were at the table eating supper the doors to the rooms slammed shut although there were no windows open. On the third night, my daughter and her husband were awakened in the middle of the night when someone jumped on the bed in which they slept. However, both of their daughters were asleep in the guest room.

The next morning they turned off the alarm and went to their own home. They had been in our house for four days and we weren’t coming home for another six. Afraid to ruin our trip, they didn’t call us.

However when we got home, my husband and I wondered if they were exaggerating, but two adults and two children? After we talked to our neighbors, the only explanation that made sense was the woman who designed the house, I’ll call her Nellie, never got to enjoy the place so she wasn’t about to leave. She obviously knew I loved the house but she didn’t appreciate our kids. Or maybe it was because we were gone again.

We had no more trips planned for a time, yet one day we were both in our office working when the smoke detector in the entrance hall went off. Neither of us smoke, I had nothing on the stove, and after my husband checked all the wiring and found nothing wrong, we decided Nellie wanted company.

We had the security system disconnected and planned to live with a ghost. Shortly after that, our daughter and her family moved further south to the Gulf area. We visited, fell in love with the area, put the house up for sale and moved once more. And no, we didn’t tell the new buyers about Nellie. I can’t help but wonder if Nellie liked them, but I’m not going to ask.

Copyright © 2013 by Allison Knight. Used with permission.

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Betrayed Bride is a Contemporary Romance from Champagne Books. According to the author, “This is what happens when an author gets stuck in the hospital for a time.  I tried to use my impressions and figure out a story to go with them.”

BetrayedBride-ebookBLURB: In the hospital they keep calling her Sam and telling her she’s married to Alex Porter but she doesn’t know this Alex. Then she discovers she’s lost more than a year of her life and Alex can’t, or won’t, tell her what happened. He refuses to let her see or talk to her father and there is also something very important about Samantha, she can’t remember.

Alex Porter can’t explain how Sam was either pushed or jumped from a moving car traveling away from him, or why Sam’s memory disappeared but he’s sure her father played a role. All he can do is offer support as she recovers and wait for her to come to him as she had before the accident, hoping against hope, Sam’s father has not ruined his marriage and driven away the woman he is starting to love.

Buy Links for Betrayed Bride: CHAMPAGNE  /  AMAZON

Visit Allison at her WEBPAGE or follow her on TWITTER

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“SHADOWS” by Graeme Brown

Graeme Brown is a Champagne Book Group author and editor who contributed a story that I made the mistake of reading for the first time at night. Worse yet, my Ouija board is stored in the basement.

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“Never use a Ouija Board alone.” That’s what the student who used to babysit us said. “Put it away in the box, until the next time you come over.”

She was a university student, and thought it was a hoot when my friend and I would use the Ouija Board together and it would spell bizarre things we didn’t even understand. There was a guy who jumped off the cliff and kept spelling lewd words we sort of understood, but she understood better. He was a lot of fun, and kept us entertained for the night. It was my first time using such a thing, and the Ouija Board was mine.

We used it every time I’d come over and Gail was babysitting us. It was a secret. Except she didn’t know that I actually was using the board alone. After school, I’d take it out and wait until the glider started moving. I made a friend who called himself Marko. He spelled mostly swears, and it seemed a lot on nonsense.

“Are there any other spirits in the room?” That’s what I asked one night with my friend and Gail, after our suicide victim entertained us a bit.

The glider moved to the word “yes”.

“Who are you?”

The letters followed, spelling out “devil.”

“Okay, this is freaking me out now,” the babysitter said. The glider moved faster, forming threats. I started to get frightened.

I-M W-A-I-T-I-N-G A-T T-H-E D-O-O-R

“Stop. That’s enough for tonight.”

We did as she told us and put the Ouija Board away, but I remember when I left the next morning, looking at the shadows under the porch, feeling like something was there.

Over the next week I felt like I was being watched. The shadows under the trees seemed darker, and at night I’d stare at the hall through my open door, swearing I could hear a whisper. It got worse every night, even though I stopped using the Ouija Board alone.

Then one night I actually heard shuffling, or so I thought. The stairwell at the end of the hall looked like it was moving, and even though I was twelve I couldn’t convince myself it was just my imagination. Something was waiting there.

I rushed to my door and shut it, but even with that done I couldn’t sleep. I was terrified. I pulled the blanket up over my head and shook. Spirits can move through doors.

Somehow I did fall asleep. The next day after school I took my Ouija Board and burned the paper off it on the stove. My mom asked why I’d done it and I told her my story. Her eyes went wide with disbelief.

“Oh my God…” She clutched her chest. “I’ve been waking up over the last several weeks at night, feeling someone breathing down my neck.”

Just when I thought it was my imagination she had to say that.

 I should have destroyed the Ouija Board right then and there, but unfortunately I put it in the shed. Ten years later it wreaked havoc in my life, enough for me to finally realize it belonged in a bonfire. Only when I watched it burn did I finally feel that presence leave.

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 THE PACT SYNOPSIS:

the pact ecoverEnter the world of Will Lesterall, a boy who’s grown up in the safety of his father’s castle.

Tales of the outside world ruled by warring kings and creatures of nightmare have never seemed a threat, yet on the night celebrating the two hundredth year of the sacred Pact that has kept Fort Lesterall safe, a secret intrigue ripens, and in the course of a few hours Will is confronted with a choice greater than he can comprehend.

Join an unlikely hero as destiny pulls him into the middle of an ancient conflict between fallen gods and ambitious women, one that demands blood, both holy and wicked, and the power of an ancient fire bound in steel. As swords clash below a watching wood, hope and betrayal war as fiercely as fear and valor.

Whether he lives or dies, Will Lesterall will never be the same.

THE PACT EXCERPT:

Will hurried across the dark stones. The soft tap of his shoes against the cobbles echoed in the empty Square. In the middle, where the ground sloped down toward the sewer drains, the statue of Amarr the Barbarian cast a long shadow. Will passed into it and stopped. He heard voices.

Two men spoke in hushed tones, but their words carried when the wind wasn’t gusting.

“It’s that hag, I tell ya,” came one voice. “She’s roundin’ them up, preparing one of her big spells, she is. I heards there’s a sacrifice comin’, and she means to raise the dead.”

“Don’t be stupid, Roth.” Will recognized the raspy tone at once. It belonged to Mern, the whitesmith, whose half-slashed throat had never fully healed. Will squinted, but couldn’t see where the voices came from, other than realizing they drifted over from the dark, walled yard outside Hellistead’s Tavern.

“I’ll not have ya callin’ me stupid. Oh no. I know what this is about an’hoo. You’re just afraids, justs protectin’ yurself. Ya know whatcha got in it, ands I don’t blame you for bitin’ your tongue.”

“Quiet, you hay-brained crofter,” Mern spat. “Tonight’s not a night to whisper about such treacheries. The Lord Ham will cut your tongue out, and the world’ll be a better place for it if he does.”

“Old Cren will put it back, if he do, but I says he’d best act quick, or he’ll be lacking for the parts as fits him proper. The night’s black, Mern, and it’s gettin’ blacker yet.”

There was a hollow clatter, then sharp hisses. The man who spoke improperly cursed in words that would have made Grandma Mae gasp then Will heard quick footsteps and a series of clunks. He looked back to the castle, to where father gathered his fighters, then the other way, to the Stablehouse. If father’s in trouble, I have to warn him. Will knew his words wouldn’t be taken seriously, though.

He began to run across the stone expanse. Fort Lesterall won’t fall. Mern’s a wicked man, and whoever that other one is, he’s got no wits. Cren’s just an old woman who lives in the woods. She probably doesn’t even exist.

The side door to the Stablehouse opened as Will arrived, revealing a long labyrinth of stalls lit by rows of hanging lanterns. Jak peeked from behind the door, and Will slipped inside. When the older boy closed it, the dangerous night seemed far away. They were alone, Jak peering at Will, a curry comb still clasped in his hand. He was broad-limbed and of average height, with tousled hair the color of wet earth and eyes like onyx. As usual, he smelled of straw and horse manure, but that only made him all the more inviting.

Jak grinned. “I thought you’d hurry over after the feast proper. Too many clouds tonight, though. I’m afraid we won’t be spying Hell’s Cap, but I’ve another surprise for you. Found it myself, last night.”

“We won’t be going to the groves, Jak.” Will lowered his voice. “The Unborns are going to attack. Alter Dun showed the Red Token. That means the Unborns have challenged us. The Pact is broken. Even as we speak, my father’s gathering an army.”

“Of course he is.” Will turned toward the metal spiral stair. Barrik, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair and a bushy moustache, bent his impressive height as he descended from the second floor serving quarters. “I’ve a hundred retainers to see to and that’s lots of horseshit, my little prince. A good thing they’ve taken to the barracks. I’m full, and there’s a thousand more coming, twenty companies marching under you uncle’s banner knight, Telliken. If we hold the night, then there will be others, and we’ll feed the Unborns hell like they haven’t seen in centuries. But if what I’ve heard’s true, then they have hell to feed us first, before we can draw breath.”

Will gaped at the Master of Stables then shook his head fiercely. “Fort Lesterall cannot fall.”

Barrik grunted, though it sounded like a laugh. He picked up a pail and carried it to a nearby stall. “I wish I believed that, lad, but this world’s not run on luck, I’m afraid. A man forges his own blade then learns to use it, or he gets cut by everyone around him. This world’s a fierce battlefield, a bitch with a thousand teeth.”

“We can fight with them,” Jak insisted. “I’ve practiced with the sword you gave me lots of times in the groves. I’m not bad.”

“You would be with armor on.” Barrik came out of the stall with a pail full of black dung. He looked at Will, at Jak, his expression grave. “No, you boys have another errand…

THE PACT BUY LINKS:  Kobo / Kindle / Other formats

AUTHOR LINKS:   Website / Twitter / Blog

AUTHOR BIO

Graeme Brown is has been enchanted by the epic fantasy genre since he was a child, and consequently he started creating his own world with its stories at the age of thirteen. Influenced by writers like J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert Jordan, and George R. R. Martin, he has finally brought the first of those stories to life with his debut title, a short story called The Pact—48 pages that will whisk you away to a dark, medieval fantasy world with gritty realism. When he’s not writing, he can be found exploring number theory problems or writing computer programs, training for a marathon, or unwinding in a yoga hot room. He has also explored other facets of art, both as a hobby and a profession, including vector graphics, pen and ink, classical piano, and web design. Despite being a full time student and a junior editor for Champagne Books, he makes sure to do a little writing every day.

For more about Graeme, visit his WEBSITE

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An Author’s Desk: Guest Celia Breslin

Celia Breslin  is a writer of  urban fantasy and paranormal romance. Her debut novel, Haven, was recently released by Champagne Books. Celia lives in San Francisco with her  husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. In addition to writing, she reads slush pile and line edit for an indie publisher, plays piano, and is addicted to boot camp-style workouts and dark chocolate. She claims the latter two cancel each other out, LOL.

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CeliaBreslin-Desk[1]I love my office.  It’s actually one tidy corner of a multi-functional room. My favorite part is the view. Through the large window to the right of my desk, I can see the hills of my San Francisco neighborhood, enjoy the warmth of the sun and also watch the fog roll in at night. Of course, sometimes it’s foggy all day. Then it feels like I’m working inside a cotton ball, LOL.

As a full-time mom, I fit in writing and other editorial work around my daughter’s schedule. A typical day during the school year looks like this: Chauffeur child to school, exercise, write, line edit and/or read slush pile, pick up child, spend evening with family. Rinse, repeat.

My environment runs the gamut from noisy — music and/or kids playing in the house — to quiet. Usually, I can function regardless of the life sounds surrounding me.  But there are indeed times when I require a tranquil environment, and other times when I crank up some mood music. An example of the latter – I wrote the majority of the action sequences in Haven while listening to NIN and The Prodigy.

I’m currently working on the second book in The Tranquilli Bloodline Series. Here’s a little taste – Carina knows it’s going to be one hell of a bad day when her archenemy sends her a gift-wrapped box of blood…

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HAVEN

Haven_200x300San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.

Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her wanting more.

With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life…without getting killed in the process.

Buy Links: AMAZON * CHAMPAGNE * KOBO

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Thank you, Celia for visiting.  You can contact Celia at: WEBPAGE * TWITTER * FACEBOOK

Tomorrow, More on Search & Rescue.  Rita Bay

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An Author’s Desk: Joyce Proell

Joyce Proell is an author of historical romance and historical romantic mystery who is published with Champagne Book Group. Her debut book with Champagne, Eliza, will be followed in July by her historical romantic mystery, A Deadly Truth.
Joyce grew up in Minnesota where she returned after living in Chicago and Reno. Joyce has a master’s degree in Social Work from Loyola University. After years of working as a psychiatric social worker, a mental health manager and therapist, she retired to write full-time. Joyce will share her a bit about herself and her writing style and give us a peak at her upcoming book, A Deadly Truth. A Deadly Truth is the first book in the Cady Delafield series. The second book, A Burning Truth will be published by Champagne Books in December, 2013.


IMG_0257Rita, Thanks for inviting me to share my writing space on your blog today.
If I could pick my favorite setting for writing, it would be somewhere in the south of France. I’d sit in the shade of an old sycamore tree, high above the Mediterranean, my feet propped on an old stool, a tablet and a pen in hand. The atmosphere is so inspiring.
I also wouldn’t sniff at the chance to write while on a high bluff near Big Sur, shaded by tall trees with the Pacific Ocean far, far below. The vista is jaw-dropping.
On second thought, it’s probably just as well I don’t live in those places as I’d get lost staring at the waves and never write at all. Instead, I sit in a comfy swivel chair, my computer before me and labor away. Outside my two office windows are the rolling hills of a golf course. The grass is green and well maintained in the summer. In the winter, everything is white with snow.
My favorite time to write is first thing in the morning. I’m fresh and well-rested and usually full of new ideas and enthusiasm. I knock off around four o’clock satisfied with the day’s accomplishments.

A Deadly Truth

An Historical Romantic Mystery from Champagne Books , July 1, 2013

deadlytruth_ecoverWhen Doyle Flanagan finds two strangers in his library—one dead and the other the beautiful but meddlesome Cady Delafield, his life begins to unravel as all clues point to him for the murder. As the sexual tension sizzles and Victorian conventions crumble, Cady risks job, reputation and family ties to help him clear his name. Even as his life hangs in the balance, his passion for her drives him on, but will the truth about him be the one thing to scare her away?


Joyce’s Buy Links: CHAMPAGNE * AMAZON * KOBOBOOKS
Contact/Follow Joyce: WEBPAGE * FACEBOOK * EMAIL

Next Week, Graeme Brown is featured at An Author’s Desk      Rita Bay

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Saturday’s Sunset with Her Teddy Bare

Throughout the week, I’m leaving bits of an excerpt of a scene where Teddy and Diana (from Her Teddy Bare – my first erotic romance) share a sunset. Thought I’d share a few sunsets also. Enjoy!! Click the pic to buy (only $.99) or read an XXcerpt.

Diana sat in silence with Teddy for more than an hour enjoying the sunset and the approach of darkness. Once she’d gotten Teddy off his knees and in a chair beside her, he’d been great company. Neither of them spoke a word, but they’d shared the beauty of the moment. She appreciated that Teddy was comfortable with silence—unlike Franklin who engaged in constant conversation, usually about himself.

When she left the terrace to avoid the bugs beginning to swarm, Teddy followed her inside and pulled the thin drapes across the openings to the terrace. She wished him good night and went into the bathroom. As she got ready for bed, she admitted she’d enjoyed his company and even looked forward to the start of her fantasy. When she returned to the bedroom, wearing the gown over a shamelessly sheer black teddy, Teddy stood waiting.

“Thank you for everything, Teddy. I must say this day tops my lifetime list for interesting and unusual.”
“Thank you, Mistress. The pleasure was mine.” He waited expectantly.
“I look forward to tomorrow.”
“As do I, Mistress.” He didn’t budge
“You are dismissed for the day, Teddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He turned to leave.
“Teddy.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around. The last rays of the setting sun outlined his body. The artist that fell silent last year emerged to appreciate the beauty of Teddy’s body silhouetted against the waning light.

“Where do you sleep, Teddy?”
“As close to you as possible, Mistress.”
“So, if you don’t sleep here. You …”
“… sleep outside, Mistress.”
“With the bugs?”
“And the snakes, Mistress.”
“Snakes?”
“Non-poisonous, Mistress.”
“You’ll sleep inside tonight, Teddy.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”

Her Teddy Bare (a light BDSM e-book with a chuckle) is a Quick Read of the Aphrodite’s Island series where guests “experience their most secret dreams and fondest fantasies.” Her Teddy Bare is available from Carnal Passions, the erotic romance imprint of Champagne Book Group. To read an XXcerpt or buy Her Teddy Bare for only $.99, click HERE.

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Friday’s Sunset with Her Teddy Bare

Gulf ShoresThroughout the week, I’m leaving bits of an excerpt of a scene where Teddy and Diana (from Her Teddy Bare – my first erotic romance) share a sunset. Thought I’d share a few sunsets also. Enjoy!! Click the pic to buy (only $.99) or read an XXcerpt.

Diana sat in silence with Teddy for more than an hour enjoying the sunset and the approach of darkness. Once she’d gotten Teddy off his knees and in a chair beside her, he’d been great company. Neither of them spoke a word, but they’d shared the beauty of the moment. She appreciated that Teddy was comfortable with silence—unlike Franklin who engaged in constant conversation, usually about himself.

When she left the terrace to avoid the bugs beginning to swarm, Teddy followed her inside and pulled the thin drapes across the openings to the terrace. She wished him good night and went into the bathroom. As she got ready for bed, she admitted she’d enjoyed his company and even looked forward to the start of her fantasy. When she returned to the bedroom, wearing the gown over a shamelessly sheer black teddy, Teddy stood waiting.

“Thank you for everything, Teddy. I must say this day tops my lifetime list for interesting and unusual.”
“Thank you, Mistress. The pleasure was mine.” He waited expectantly.
“I look forward to tomorrow.”
“As do I, Mistress.” He didn’t budge
“You are dismissed for the day, Teddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He turned to leave.
“Teddy.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around. The last rays of the setting sun outlined his body. The artist that fell silent last year emerged to appreciate the beauty of Teddy’s body silhouetted against the waning light.

“Where do you sleep, Teddy?”
“As close to you as possible, Mistress.”
“So, if you don’t sleep here. You …”
“… sleep outside, Mistress.”
“With the bugs?”
“And the snakes, Mistress.”
“Snakes?”
“Non-poisonous, Mistress.”
“You’ll sleep inside tonight, Teddy.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”

Her Teddy Bare (a light BDSM e-book with a chuckle) is a Quick Read of the Aphrodite’s Island series where guests “experience their most secret dreams and fondest fantasies.” Her Teddy Bare is available from Carnal Passions, the erotic romance imprint of Champagne Book Group. To read an XXcerpt or buy Her Teddy Bare for only $.99, click HERE.

Tomorrow, A Last Sunset with Her Teddy Bare

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Thursday’s Sunset with Her Teddy Bare

Another SunsetThroughout the week, I’m posting bits of an excerpt of a scene where Teddy and Diana (from Her Teddy Bare – my first erotic romance) share a sunset. I plan to share some inspiring sunsets beginning Saturday. Enjoy!! Click the pic to buy (only $.99) or read an XXcerpt.

Diana sat in silence with Teddy for more than an hour enjoying the sunset and the approach of darkness. Once she’d gotten Teddy off his knees and in a chair beside her, he’d been great company. Neither of them spoke a word, but they’d shared the beauty of the moment. She appreciated that Teddy was comfortable with silence—unlike Franklin who engaged in constant conversation, usually about himself.

When she left the terrace to avoid the bugs beginning to swarm, Teddy followed her inside and pulled the thin drapes across the openings to the terrace. She wished him good night and went into the bathroom. As she got ready for bed, she admitted she’d enjoyed his company and even looked forward to the start of her fantasy. When she returned to the bedroom, wearing the gown over a shamelessly sheer black teddy, Teddy stood waiting.

“Thank you for everything, Teddy. I must say this day tops my lifetime list for interesting and unusual.”

“Thank you, Mistress. The pleasure was mine.” He waited expectantly.

“I look forward to tomorrow.” “As do I, Mistress.” He didn’t budge

“You are dismissed for the day, Teddy. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Yes, Mistress.” He turned to leave. “Teddy.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around. The last rays of the setting sun outlined his body. The artist that fell silent last year emerged to appreciate the beauty of Teddy’s body silhouetted against the waning light.

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Tomorrow, Another Sunset with Her Teddy Bare  Rita Bay

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