Awesome author Olivia Dade released a list of some scrumptious “Cinnamon roll” heroes, a.k.a. really good guys who melt our hearts. I’m so honoured that Michael Zorn from A Good Man is on this list. Thank you, Olivia!
Yep, you read it properly.
So often in writing, we strive to do our best. Well, I recently put pen to paper in a quest to be the “best of the worst.”
Crave Publishing is holding its first ever “Best” of the Worst Sex Scene Writing Contest and I have an entry!
The publisher asked for the cheesiest, drippiest, most jaw-dropping excerpts possible and I think I may just have outdone myself. My submission, “Closing the Deal” can be found here: https://cchronicles.wordpress.com/2017/11/15/sex-scene-closing-the-deal-rosanna-leo/
There are some fun entries and so far, readers have responded well to my characters. Who are they? Brianna Hawthorne, the woman on a mission, and Ridge Montgomery, the real estate agent extraordinaire…who may just be too much for the average woman to handle.
Will Brianna convince Ridge her love is real? Will she finally make an offer on that ocean-front property? Will Ridge’s penis decimate her? It’s entirely possible.
How to vote for your favorite entry? Simply post a comment on the entry you like the best.
And thank you for reading. (Sorry about the cheese.)
Welcome to the Dirty Santa for December Blog Hop! This hop is all about romance and steamy reads and we’re asking readers to tell us about some of their favorite steamy reads.
Make sure you follow each stop, as each author/blogger will be doing their own giveaways. For the stops, click the Linky at bottom or the main post at https://uptildawnbookblog.blogspot.ca/2017/11/join-dirty-santa-for-december-blog-hop.html
I have a prize up for grabs as well! I’m offering not one, but two, books from my backlist. I will award them to one lucky reader.
How to win?
Simply comment on this post and tell me what makes a great steamy read. Is it the love scenes? The emotion behind them? Special chemistry between characters?
In the meantime, I’d like to introduce you to my newest hot read…A Good Man, Handymen 1!
Not only is Michael a star on a successful home improvement show, he’s also seen as a local hero. But no one knows about the demons he carries inside him ever since the day he risked his life to save others.
All the accolades and honors only make the memories stronger and the pain unbearable. He would do anything to be able to forget, to put his past behind him and move on.
Michael takes on a new home improvement project, convinced it’s the perfect distraction. Little did he know that Emily, the woman who’s supposed to be nothing more than a client, would turn out to be a huge distraction…and engaged.
While Emily battles with her own personal problems, Michael is determined to keep his distance. The last thing he needs is woman trouble. But when it becomes clear that the attraction is mutual, he realizes staying away from her is not an option.
Now Michael needs to decide if he’s willing to risk exposing his weakness, and his heart…by giving in to temptation.
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
“I will admit I was keeping this a secret, but I’ve made an executive decision to break with Handymen tradition.”
“What will Lacey think?”
“Let’s not go there.” He brought her upstairs, to the room that used to be the master bedroom, the one where several crew members stowed their belongings most days. Michael opened the door. At the far end of the empty room sat a large object, covered in a long tarp. “I’ve been working on something for you.”
“You mean other than renovating my house?”
He grinned. “Remember those old family photos Lacey borrowed from you?”
“Yeah. She said they wanted to include a montage of old pictures in the show introduction.”
“That might have been a slight fabrication. I just needed a way to get some photos from you. Anyway, I was saving this for the big reveal, but I think I want to show you now.” He grabbed the edge of the tarp and pulled, revealing the object hidden beneath it.
It was an old wooden ladder, one he’d found months ago at a salvage yard. He’d decided to repurpose it, turning it into a set of frames for the old photos they’d borrowed. Faces now smiled out from the six gaps between the rungs. Nonna Olivia hugging two blond children, Emily and her brother. Nonna Olivia and her husband on their wedding day. Six photos in total, all part of the heritage Emily so treasured. He hoped she’d like the rustic look of the ladder. Rather than sanding and painting it, he’d left it rough and worn, so that it looked as if it might have been sitting in Nonna Olivia’s toolshed, just waiting to be used. All Michael had done was affix the appropriate hooks and backings and had blown all the photos up to sizes that would fit the spaces.
Emily gazed upon her grandmother’s face. Her chest heaved. She blinked once, then twice. All at once, big, fat tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Michael, it’s…”
“I hope you don’t mind I used the photos. I thought it might be nice for you to have mementos of your grandmother in the finished store.”
“Oh.” Her hand covered her mouth but it shook so much she was unsuccessful at covering her open mouth.
“I hope you like it. You’ve had a shitty week and I thought you could use a pick-me-up. I was supposed to keep quiet about it, so maybe you could keep it under your hat until—”
Emily threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his torso, cutting off his words and his breath. Only when he hugged her back did he realize how hard she was quivering.
She wasn’t just crying about the old photos.
“It’s okay, Em. Let it out, sweetheart.”
The collar of his shirt grew wet but he didn’t care. Wardrobe had tons of shirts. Besides, she felt good in his arms, all soft and warm. He rubbed her shoulders and the back of her waist, exploring and familiarizing himself with her luscious body. He breathed, drinking in her scent. His nasal cavities had never known such bliss. It was like that first clear breath after a long period of congestion. His fingers were pretty happy too, enjoying the give of her womanly body. It was all he could do not to slide them down, cup her sweet ass, and pull her up against him.
Just not while she was crying over another man.
She lingered in his arms and he did nothing to push her away. In fact, it surprised him how badly he wanted to keep her there, so much so that when Emily finally extricated herself, he wanted to pull her back into his embrace. Instead, he wiped her cheeks of the remaining tears.
“The makeup ladies are going to kill me for making you cry.”
It might have been his imagination, but her tears made her eyes appear even greener. In fact, her entire face seemed a riot of tempting color. Each shade called to him. The crushed roses in her cheeks. Her strawberry lips, so plump and moist. Even the doeskin brown of her freckles fascinated him to no end. He wanted to count them, to kiss and mark them all.
Kissing her made a whole lot of sense right now. Kissing her senseless seemed even better.
Emily’s eyes widened. Her lips parted in invitation. Michael paused, knowing it was wrong, even though every raised hair on his arms told him it was right.
As he debated with himself for a split second, she brushed her lips against his. It was quick and soft, hunger masquerading as something platonic. Even though a spectator might have called it a friendly kiss, he knew the truth. As brief as it may have been, he felt her yield to him, even if just a little.
From the startled look in her eye, Emily knew it too.
She took a step back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re right. I should have been the one to do it.” Michael licked his lips. “Your lips really do taste like strawberries.”
There’s a song I love by the Dixie Chicks. It’s called “The Long Way Around” and it has resonated with me at various times in my life. Why? Well, it’s about someone who feels as if her road to success has meandered, that she doesn’t necessarily follow the same path as others. It’s the anthem of an outsider but someone who is at peace with her journey.
It definitely spoke to me this morning. It may sound trivial but I had a good writing day today. A real writing day during which I got some words down, rather than glaring at my manuscript or revising the same passage for the fiftieth time. That experience has eluded me for some time. For some reason, I haven’t been able to write much over the past few weeks. I’ve made some small dents here and there but progress in the form of a hefty word count remained out of my grasp.
What changed things this morning? Heck, I don’t know. As my husband sometimes says, “A mouse must have farted in the desert.” Whatever the reason, it felt good to get words down on paper.
Someone asked me the other day how many books I’d written. I had to count. It’s 22, by the way, if you count a few short stories along the way.
That person gave me a funny look. You know, the kind that says, “Interesting. And yet you haven’t quit your day job.” (I could be Danielle Steel and I still probably wouldn’t quit my day job, as a matter of fact. Day jobs are important.)
Anyway, it got me thinking that I still have a ways to go, at least, in some people’s opinions. In my own opinion, most days.
Am I doing this the way other writers would, or am I “taking the long way around?” My path certainly seems to meander and not always for the best.
But am I at peace with this journey? Is there really any alternative?
In my new book, A Good Man, the heroine Emily often refers to the wisdom of her Nonna Olivia. The venerable lady always used to say to Emily, “We are where we need to be.” I believe that. Would I like to be in someone else’s shoes? Sure, sometimes I wish I’d been an overnight success. However, you know what they say about the grass being greener on the other side. I believe there is a reason I am here and doing what I’m doing.
I may be taking the long way around but last I checked I still had my feet planted firmly on the road.
And I’m doing my best to enjoy the scenery.
I’m pleased to be featured at Crave Publishing’s Five on Friday!
They asked me to pick my favorite book boyfriend…so hard for any author but I caved and did it!
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Last week, I announced the Good Ol’ Boys vs. City Slickers event. I think we brought you a delectable collection of sexy country boys in our first post but today we have a new assortment of gorgeous heroes for you.
When most people think of a “City Slicker” type of hero, they probably picture the typical billionaire romance hero. Today, we’re shaking things up a bit. Who says these heroes have to rule in the boardroom? (We’re more concerned about the bedroom, aren’t we?) Today, we have contemporary heroes, supernatural heroes, historical heroes…and a couple of them might not even be human. However, they all have this sort of hero’s best qualities: a take-charge attitude, confidence and raw sex appeal.
Comment on the post and tell us about some of your favorite city slicker heroes. What is it you like about these men? Have you discovered some new book boyfriends today? Let us know! And if you enjoyed these posts, please tell me. I’d be happy to feature other heroes and heroines in future.
Las Vegas has it all—casinos, gambling, money, and women. For a handsome business entrepreneur, it’s paradise.
Wearing success like a well-tailored suit, it’s business as usual for Liam Doyle while he runs his multi-million-dollar empire…until a pesky protester catches his attention.
Staging a one-woman demonstration, Kate Callender has the potential to be a huge pain in his ass. If he doesn’t take care of her soon, there will be bad publicity slapped all over Vice, the newest addition to his chain of casinos.
But there’s one tiny problem Liam didn’t count on—the feisty redhead isn’t about to go down easily. She’s fighting him every step of the way…and he’s starting to like it.
What happens when your neighbor hires you a stripper?
It starts one hell of a prank war. A war that involves goats, phallic chandeliers, stolen kisses in the rain, strawgasms, and eating out on the kitchen counter.
A war that could damn well involve two hearts and a plan. Her plan doesn’t involve falling in love. His life doesn’t involve plans.
This could be a problem.
What do you do when your planet runs out of women? Send for takeout, of course.
Vadir has a business empire to run and no time to spare on frivolous endeavors. So how did he wind up on the far side of the galaxy to claim a mate he never signed up for? A matchmaking queen and a royal decree, that’s how.
His plan is simple: meet the female, negotiate terms, and leave the primitive planet of Earth as fast as he can. What could possibly go wrong?
This book contains a bohemian blonde with a hell of a right hook, and an interstellar tycoon who is about to learn that the best things in life can’t be bought or sold, they have to be won.
Who makes memory?
Beth Wilson has been caring for Nonie Bennetti for years. She can see the end looming, but she doesn’t expect it to arrive in the form of Nonie’s grandson.
James is visiting his grandmother to hide from the publicity of a massive real estate scandal he revealed. While he’s there, his mother decides it’s a good time to audit Beth’s handling of Nonie’s finances. James wants to audit something else about Beth, but his mother is relentless. He’s not hanging around anyway.
But Beth, and the small town his grandmother lives in, have a lot of appeal. Maybe it’s time to stop moving around and start making some memories.
Charlie’s sick of Genies. Too beautiful, too sure of themselves, too “celebrity”. And way too eager to grant wishes in the worldwide Lottery that entices mortals into buying tickets in the hope of winning their desires. Charlie would rather walk naked through Times Square than buy a ticket. Unfortunately, her friend springs for one in Charlie’s name – and it gets picked. She refuses to get sucked in and has no qualms about saying so to the famously arrogant, devilishly handsome Genie at her door. Sexy Blue Eyes will just have to take no for an answer.
Jax Michaels would love to take no for an answer. As the most famous Genie on the East Coast, known for his sex appeal, his cheeky interviews, and his roguish style of granting wishes, he only has to turn to the next in line to find a willing partner. After all, every woman wants him – except, apparently, Charlie Donahue, who throws back his charming words, sneers at his calculated grins, and refuses to even consider wishing. Jax isn’t a fool. He’s prepared to wash his hands of this infuriating, appealing female…until his Handler informs him that quitting is not an option. And if he can’t talk her into wishing, Jax will have to try playing a little dirty.
Travel journalist Maddie Saunders has a new attitude, and wants two new accessories to go with it. One, turn her triple-X fantasies into reality with Mr. Sex-On-Legs—her friend, Alex Donovan. And two, find her biological father to see if her gene pool has a deep end. She never expected fulfilling both wishes would take her life down a drastically different path.
Alex, an investigative reporter, grits his teeth when he accepts a joint assignment to Hawaii with Maddie. He’s vowed to never get involved with any woman he can’t walk away from. Maddie falls under the heading of “Look, but don’t touch”. Trouble is, she excels at giving him a hard time—in more ways than one.
He manages to fend off her guerilla seduction tactics until a bone-melting kiss throws his resolve into the ocean. Complicated? Absolutely. Especially when he discovers the real reason they were sent to the island…
Warning: Side effects may include but not limited to, spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter, hot flashes, and dangerous chocolate cravings. Contents include one kick-ass heroine and a sex-on-legs hero whose kiss could singe the eyebrows off a mannequin. Can be read in bed with someone special or a BOB (battery operated boyfriend). Please note: Batteries not included.
Miss Grace Radclyffe is an oftentimes hilariously clumsy 20-year-old orphan biding her time living with her uncle until she is old enough to come into her small inheritance. Much to her aunt’s chagrin, she isn’t reserved (not with her shocking! tendency to befriend the servants), sophisticated (highly overrated if one cannot run around barefoot outside), or graceful (she once flung her dinner into a duke’s face… by accident, of course).
But she is practical (owning a fashion house is in her future, unless someone foils her plans…) and in love… maybe… perhaps… possibly…
The Duke of Stonebridge is a man with a tragic past. His father died mysteriously when he was twelve years old amid speculation suggesting that the old duke was ‘involved’ with another man. He must restore his family name, but on the eve of his engagement to the perfect debutante, he meets his betrothed’s cousin, and his world is turned inside out… No matter; he is always logical (men who follow their hearts and not their heads are foolish) and reserved (his private life is nobody’s business but his own). He isn’t impulsive (it always leads to trouble), charming (that’s his best friend, the Marquess of Dansbury’s, area of expertise).
Or in love… maybe… perhaps… possibly…
Can he have what he wants and remain respectable? Can she trust him to be the man she needs?
Failed actress Winn Busby is at the end of her rope. With no money and no prospects, she accepts the one job she never thought she’d see on her résumé. Professional bridesmaid. It should be easy. If only the idea of weddings and vows didn’t give Winn a case of the hives. Her role becomes more challenging when she’s told a reporter will shadow her work for a men’s magazine article.
Working for Player Magazine is Patrick Lincoln’s worst nightmare. A former political journalist, he used to write thoughtful columns for one of Toronto’s most respected papers. That is, until he was blackballed for allegedly sleeping with the boss’s wife. Overnight, Patrick becomes the city’s most reviled bad boy. And now he’s forced to write a seedy expose on, of all things, a bridesmaid.
Patrick begrudgingly accompanies Winn to a series of strange weddings. As they are forced to work together, he learns there is more to the stand-in bridesmaid than puffy dresses and pretty speeches. She, in turn, begins to question whether or not Patrick actually deserves the derision of his peers. As much as they fight their attraction, it begins to threaten their work and their sanity.
For so long, Winn has felt second-best. A stand-in. She finally meets a man who believes in her value. But can she let go of the past and accept him?