Wendy is a fellow Escape author who writes YA. Her first book TIME AFTER TIME released on April 1st
The cover is just wonderful and absolutely perfect for this fascinating book. I can't wait to read it.
She has died countless times before, and she is not going to let it happen again.
Abbie Harper dies just before her eighteenth birthday. It has happened before, more times than she can remember — and always at the hands of the same man. Her dreams are plagued with past lives, cut short.
But this latest dream feels different. Her past life as Penelope Broadhurst — an English pastor’s daughter in 1806 — keeps bleeding into her present life in ways both sinister and familiar. As Penelope meets and falls in love with the dashing Heath Lockwood, so too does Abbie meet the brothers Marcus and Rem Knight. One wants to love her; the other to kill her.
Time is running out for Penelope, but as Abbie mourns her inability to change the past, she chases the slim chance to save her future. To survive, she must solve the puzzle of an ancient love story…and Penelope just might be able to help.
Did that grab your attention? Here's an excerpt ...
Penelope considered the image on the canvas before her. A pair of eyes. She knew once she added the grey, the tear-shaped pupils, and the reflections of light, they would take on a completely different appearance.
They would be cold and hard. The eyes of the rider on the hill.
She was pleased with her work. Having seen the man for only a matter of minutes, his eyes for just a few seconds, she’d somehow managed to capture them perfectly.
A breeze blew against the back of her neck and she shivered, moving to close the attic window. Dusk had descended, bathing the fields in a blanket of orange and pink, and she paused, her fingers resting lightly on the sill, to stare up the hill towards Broadhurst Manor.
She couldn’t see the Manor as it was beyond her line of sight, but she knew it was there. It was always there, like a rock or an ancient tree, part of the enduring landscape. The Manor gave her a sense of belonging, even though she didn’t live there, a sense of being a part of this world, a part of Broadhurst.
Below her, on the grounds of the parsonage, sat the village’s small cemetery. The marble statues of angels and crucifixes shined in the sunlight. Penelope’s mother was buried there, her simple tombstone hidden amongst the more extravagant of the Broadhurst tombstones. Like the Manor, Penelope felt comfort to know her mother was there. Close by, but unseen.
Glancing around the darkening room, Penelope decided to pack her art utensils away. Having returned in the early afternoon from Broadhurst Manor, she’d spent the afternoon painting, and it had taken several attempts to capture the slant of his eyes and the pupils, which were not rounded but shaped like a teardrop. There’d been a strange reflection in his eyes, too, that she wanted to capture, like a shard of glass or a piece of mirror. She imagined that when she looked into them she would see herself reflected. Or someone who looked a lot like her.
She picked up another sketch that she’d done that afternoon. It was of Harry’s friend, Heath Lockwood. It’d been easy to capture the warmth and intimacy of his features.
Two new acquaintances in one day, she mused. Although, only one had she experienced the actual pleasure of meeting. The other...Something about him suggested ‘pleasure’ might not be the correct word.
A noise outside made her look up, her sketched image of Heath fluttering, forgotten, to the ground. It had sounded like rolling thunder, and yet there’d been not a cloud in the sky a moment ago. Curiously, she made her way to the window again and peered out.
The sun had set, the forest bordering the parsonage cloaked in greying shadows. She wondered if something within forest had made the noise, and her gaze lingered on the trees before wandering back to the cemetery. She paused at a large, exaggerated seraph, its wings stretched in flight. Already a light fog had curled around the tombstones. But there was nothing to startle her. With a sigh, she turned to go, when her glance flickered back to the forest.
Standing on the edge of the forest, half-hidden in the encroaching shadows, was the stranger. She would recognise him anywhere. He stood with his feet apart, arms crossed against his broad chest, while staring at the attic window of the parsonage. At her.
Something yanked deeply at Penelope’s chest, and she wanted to look away, wanted to move from the window. Wanted to run and hide.
But she couldn’t. Like the mud she was stuck in earlier, her feet were anchored to the floor, her eyes fixed on him. And somehow, he held not just her eyes, but her heart, too. It was as if he’d reached out and wrapped a tight fist around it, squeezing it tighter and tighter. She could barely breathe.
He moved. It was the slightest lift of his chin, almost imperceptible, and her fingers itched to reach out and touch him. She knew he would be as cool as the marble of the statues below. As cold as the giant seraph.
Move away, a voice whispered in her mind. Step back.
She shivered, the cool breeze again stirring the hairs on the back of her neck and breaking the trance. It was all she needed. Without a second’s hesitation, she fled the room, racing down the narrow attic stairs.
Only when she was ensconced in her room, the door firmly closed behind her, did she realise what troubled her the most.
Twice she’d felt the cool breeze on her neck, as if a gust of wind had blown through the attic, when she had been staring out at him on the edge of the forest. But there was only one window, and it was shut...
How good is that? Wendy, can you tell us a little about yourself ?
When I am not indulging my shopping and chocolate addictions I can generally be found with my nose stuck in a book or in front of a class of second graders.
I've been writing for years and love the heart stopping moments that are found in romantic fiction. Wuthering Heights is one of my all-time favourite novels and is a major inspiration for my writing.
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Good Luck with Time After Time, Wendy, and please drop in and tell us about your next book sometime soon.
My guest today is Devika! She writes contemporary romance and lives in Sri Lanka. I adored these ten facts about Sri Lanka, mostly because many years ago I lived in India and they really struck a chord.
#1 had me flummoxed for ages and #8 almost got me into serious trouble! I didn't know about cinnamon though ... I think I have just the place for that little nugget of information in my WIP - thanks Devika! And thank you for being my Téa Time Treat today.
1) If a Sri Lankan shakes his / her head, that probably means YES and not NO. It is common to move the head in a kind of wagging-swaying-tilting side to side movement that confuses most foreigners. It takes some practice to get it right. People do use the more vigorous and common head movement for no, too.
2) Sri Lanka was the first country in the world to have a democratically elected head of state who was a woman. Yes, all you feminists out there, let’s celebrate! Here’s an official summary: Sirimavo Bandaranaike was elected Prime Minister of Sri Lanka in 1960. Bandaranaike became the world’s first woman head of government, after her husband was assassinated in 1959. She took over her husband’s position as leader of the Sri Lanka Freedom Party. She served as PM three times, 1960-65, 1970-77, and 1994-2000.
3) Elephants play a very important role in Sri Lanka. In the past, they were used for hard work and for religious ceremonies as well as a means of transport. In some villages, this is still the case. Many temples have specially trained elephants for processions. As the first country in the world, Sri Lanka founded an elephant orphanage in 1975 in Pinnawela. It still serves as a home for orphaned baby elephants, wounded and disabled tuskers and the occasional troublemaker.
4) Something I as a reader and writer am very proud of: Hardly any other developing country has a literacy rate as high as Sri Lanka’s 92,5 %. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say: Its youth literacy rate stands at 98 %, computer literacy rate at 35 %, and primary school enrolment rate at over 99 %. I can testify that even in the most rural areas, children go to school, know how to read and write, and can understand at least basic English. An astonishing number of people is well versed in how to use mobile phones and computers, and the internet plays a very important role.
5) Cinnamon is thought to originate from Sri Lanka, where it was discovered centuries ago by the Egyptians. The Latin name for the spice, Cinnamomum zeylanicum, is derived from the island's former name, Ceylon.
Cinnamon peeling in the olden days (photo from lankapura.com)
Especially from the 16th through the 18th centuries, cinnamon was the Holy Grail of foreign invaders, becoming the main article of trade for the great Dutch East India Company. Today Sri Lanka is still the world's leading source of cinnamon. (On a personal note, there is a suburb in the capital Colombo named Cinnamon Gardens. It’s where the rich and the high-society live to date, and apparently it was full of cinnamon ‘gardens’ those days, which is what made the first inhabitants so wealthy.)
6) Don’t expect punctuality from Sri Lankans. Whether for work, for a visit or for an appointment, coming on time is an unknown virtue. If you are in a position of power, it’s almost a must to let others wait. That’s part of why I hate going to the doctor here, and why visits to government institutions are planned with at least a one-hour margin before and after the appointment.
7) Sadly, many know about the terrorist war waged by the Tamil Tigers that nearly strangled the island for three centuries – hardly anybody is aware, though, that religious freedom is held in high esteem here. The overwhelming majority of Sri Lankans are Buddhists, but we also have Christians, Hindus and Moslems living in the country peacefully. Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic, Kandy, the most
important Buddhist temple of the island (my photo)
Every holiday is celebrated, you find all places of worship in every town, and many customs have crept into everyday life. You’ll see Christmas decoration all over the place in December; you have Christians adhering to principles like checking for auspicious times and comparing horoscopes as the Buddhists do it; lots of people of Buddhist faith flock to the Hindu temples to make donations and pray for a favour.
8) Beware of using your left hand! It is considered unclean (because it is used for washing yourself after a time-out in the restroom), which is why Sri Lankans use only their right hand for eating, passing you something etc. The polite way is to use both hands or touch your left hand lightly to your right arm when you give a present, serve somebody ‘higher’ than you food, or hand something over in an official way. The official / ceremonial greeting is made by folding both hands in a worshipping gesture.
Ayubowan, May you enjoy a long life,
the traditional greeting (stock photo)
9) Are you a fan of bananas? Then Sri Lanka is your holiday destination, even though it’s not a ‘banana republic’ per se. Depending on how you categorize them, there are 18 or more than 40 different varieties of bananas available, from tiny to huge, from green over yellow to reddish-brownish-purplish. Some plantains are used exclusively for cooking, and many are differentiated by their supposed effect (cooling, good against stomach problems, not to be eaten at night, perfect for dessert, bad for phlegm)…
10) Sri Lankans are very direct. Unlike the Japanese who are so proud of their mask of impenetrable calm, people here wear their heart on their sleeve. A new acquaintance will think it perfectly normal to tell you about all 50 members of their family and ask you personal questions. If you’re an introvert (like me), it can be hard facing their never-ending curiosity and their urge to share every detail with you. Be prepared to walk out and have it pointed out to you that you sport a large pimple on your forehead or have put on weight… On a positive note: Sri Lanka is also called the “Nation of Smiling People”. You will always find someone who smiles at you, who shares some happiness, who cares and helps. No wonder that Sri Lankans are famous for their hospitality.
Now meet Devika .... and thank you so much, Devika, for a wonderful armchair trip.
Almost as soon as Devika Fernando could write, she imagined stories and poems. After finishing her education in Germany and returning to her roots in Sri Lanka, she got a chance to turn her passion into her profession. Having lived in Germany and in Sri Lanka with her husband has made her experience the best (and the worst) of two totally different worlds – something that influences her writing. Besides being a romance novel author, she works as a German web content writer and as a translator. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or thinking about writing.
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When I see your Face
Cathy has had enough. Having run away from her abusive husband, she tries to pick up the broken pieces of her life in a remote village, focusing on her dream to start her own cake business. Finding true love is the last thing on her mind. When she comes face to face with a man who looks exactly like the one she is struggling to forget, life throws the biggest challenge yet at her: Should she give in to his charm and care or is history going to repeat itself?
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For those of us who love an outback romance I've got a special treat today! My guest is Alissa Callen and I have an excerpt from her new book Down Outback Roads .
Welcome Alissa! I loved Beneath Outback Skies and I can't wait to find out what happens next in Glenalla. Apparently the drought has broken but there are still more challenges around the corner!
Sometimes you need to give yourself permission to fall in love.
Kree Garrett's younger brother Seth is all the family she has left, so when he goes missing in the Australian outback, she doesn't think twice about leaving her American home to find him. When Seth is rescued Kree vows to find a way to thank the small town of Glenalla. It isn't long before she falls in love with the tight-knit rural community. But is it really the town she's falling for?
Ewan Mackenzie has given up everything for his brother's family, but he can never give enough to assuage his guilt at what happened one dark night, years ago . . . Ewan knows he doesn't deserve a second chance at happiness, but when beautiful, open-hearted Kree stays to fight to save his home town, he finds it hard to keep his distance.
Can Kree and Ewan leave their pasts behind for long enough to find a future together?
It might have taken five years for the big-dry to break, but Mother Nature had since gifted the Glenalla district with good follow-up rains. It’d been so long since Ewan had seen grass, he’d forgotten green came in any other shade than the muted olive hues of drought-hardy trees. Winter crops would soon unfurl into lush life and contented, sleek-coated stock would again graze.
‘This will all be nothing but a bad memory soon,’ Ewan said quietly as Kree continued to stare at the bush-carpeted hills.
A heavy silence answered him.
‘Kree?’ He half-raised a hand towards her.
She turned to him, eyes over-bright. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’
‘It won’t be long before this will all just be a bad memory.’
Ewan reached for his duffle bag before he did something stupid, like reach for her. The sadness that tugged at her full mouth called to him, even as his conscience anchored his boots to the tyre-marked ground. He’d long ago lost the right to be drawn to someone. The sooner Kree Garrett left the district, the sooner he could return to his penance of solitude.
‘Maybe,’ Kree said. To Whiskey’s delight she once again ruffled his black kelpie coat. ‘But I’d always planned on visiting Australia while Seth was here. Spring might technically have arrived in the Rocky Mountains but it’s still freezing back home, so I’m hoping to stay and enjoy the sunshine a little longer.’
For the second time that morning, Ewan’s fingers stilled on the zip of his duffle bag. He didn’t look up as he spoke. ‘You’re . . . staying?’
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When Alissa Callen isn't writing she plays traffic controller to four children, three dogs, two horses and one renegade cow who really does believe the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. After a childhood spent chasing sheep on the family farm, Alissa has always been drawn to remote areas and small towns, even when residing overseas. Once a teacher and a counsellor, she remains interested in the life journeys that people take and her books are characteristically heart-warming, emotional and character driven. She currently lives on a small slice of rural Australia in central western New South Wales.
My guest today is N M Harris (aka Narrelle M Harris) talking about her new book Homecoming.
Hi Narrelle, and welcome! So "friends-to-lovers" one of my favourite romance tropes, too.
The romance trope of ‘friends- to-lovers’ is an oldie but a goodie, and there’s one reason I really like it. I feel strongly that a good solid friendship is a fabulous basis for a good, solid long-term romantic relationship as well.
I met my other half through mutual interests, and over a period of months we became good friends – and then we became something more. He is still my best friend after 28 years, and we’ve had adventures together as well as difficult times. One of the things that has seen us through the latter is that we have a strong core of mutual interests and mutual respect: we have a solid foundation of friendship as well as a life together built on love.
I suppose that’s why I write the couples that I write – whether straight (like my spies, Martine Dubois and Phillip Marsden) or queer, like Jack and Elliot in Homecoming. Best friends who have adventures together and learn that they can be even more together.
About Talbott and Burns
For two very smart men, Elliot Talbott and Jack Burns can be mighty slow: hell, it took them a decade to realise they were perfect for each other.
When they start an investigation business, mayhem naturally follows.
Looking for ghosts, witches and the paranormal, what they find is crooks, real life and a heap of trouble.
It's a good thing they have each other as well.
About Homecoming (Talbott & Burns Mysteries #1)
Jack Burns joined the army in the hope it would get his best friend out of his system. He’s been fighting wars for four years, and it didn’t work.
Jack leaves the army and returns to Melbourne, still secretly in love with Elliot Talbott – brilliant, mad, gorgeous Elliot – just as he’s been since they were fifteen. Elliot made it very clear, back then, that he wasn’t interested in dating anyone, boy or girl. He just wanted mad adventures with his best mate.
Jack’s okay with that. Really, he is. He’ll settle for being Elliot’s best mate and having home grown adventures in Elliot’s latest ridiculous scheme – Talbott and Burns Investigations. Problems Solved – Pests Eliminated – Mysteries Unravelled!
And he’ll get right on with that – just as soon as he’s worked out why Elliot is missing, where he is and whether that last message means that Elliot and Jack have finally run out of time.
Extract from Homecoming
There was no light at all; not a glimmer. All Jack could hear was their breaths, loud and overwhelming after the creak and terrifyingly soft plmpfff of the tunnel filling with dirt.
“Jack,” said Elliot.
“Shut up,” Jack said sharply, “Save your air. Help’s coming.”
Please, God, let help be coming.
Jack felt Elliot’s breath ease from harsh panting to something trembling but relatively steady. So little space separated them, chests pressed so close together Jack fancied he could feel Elliot’s heart thudding. Elliot’s long, lanky form felt fragile under his sturdier physique. Jack had spent years in hot desert climates, spent desperately lonely nights, imagining Elliot’s body beneath him, over him, entwined with him, and now this was how it happened. Jack’s body an inadequate shield for his best friend, his secret love, and Jack wouldn’t mind dying so much if it meant Elliot would live, because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this or end like this.
Homecoming (A Talbott & Burns Mystery) is now available at:
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Okay, Eva are you going to tell us why you have such a big grin on your face?
I am so excited for two very good reasons. Reason number one is Musa Publishing is re-releasing my first three books with brand new covers. Yay! And the second reason is that I get to share it here with you on Tea Cooper’s fabulous blog.
Lovely to see you, as always — and I adore these new covers, just look at that beach .... Marriage Makeover is one of my favourites and it is just so Nick and Talia. Now I understand the big grin!
For those readers wanting something a little darker – and bloodier – Daniel de Lorne’s Beckoning Blood comes out on 1 May. Daniel is a fellow Escape author who writes paranormal gay romance – with bite.
Check out the cover, which Daniel says is a perfect fit for the novel. “I think you know what you’re getting yourself into when you see the cover – hot men and blood.”
A gripping, blood‐drenched saga about twin brothers, the men they love, and the enduring truth that true love never dies — no matter how many times you kill it.
Thierry d’Arjou has but one escape from the daily misery of his work at a medieval abattoir — Etienne de Balthas. But keeping their love a secret triggers a bloody chain of events that condemns Thierry to a monstrous immortality. Thierry quickly learns that to survive his timeless exile, he must hide his sensitive heart from the man who both eases and ensures his loneliness...his twin brother.
Shaped by the fists of a brutal father, Olivier d’Arjou cares for only two things: his own pleasure and his twin. But their sadistic path through the centuries is littered with old rivals and new foes, and Olivier must fight for what is rightfully his – Thierry, made immortal just for him.
“Obsession is the name of the game, and one of my main characters, Olivier, is all about the games,” Daniel says.
Beckoning Blood will be released as an ebook on 1 May through Escape Publishing, and available on
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For a free read, introducing you to the “heroes” of Daniel’s book, head to his website at www.danieldelorne.com/the-boys.
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Kathleen Ann Gallagher is in the spotlight today! Her latest book NIGHT MAGIC releases today. Don't you think this sounds like a Téa Time Treat?
Some lucky person can win a copy of NIGHT MAGIC, too. There's a Rafflecopter Giveaway a bit further down! Happy reading!
The beautiful but lonely owner of a bath and body shop, Krista Winter is in need of legal counsel. Her past is about to catch up with her. She was forced to flee from her life as a teacher in New Jersey after being shunned for being a witch.
Life is not the same for Jon Bartolo. He’s a dedicated lawyer, living in the town of Conway, New Hampshire. His days are spent helping his clients with their struggles and his nights are spent in agony, lost in a world between life and death.
His mother, who died three years ago, lurks in his house, suffering from a curse for eternity, without a resting place.
A smoldering fire between Jon and Krista ignites almost immediately, however, he’s sure his secret would frighten a woman away. An afternoon escape brings them closer, but doubts linger between the love-struck couple.
How will Jon’s mother find eternal rest so he can move on with his life? Is he bound to a life of hell on earth?
Will Krista fit into his world when he learns about her past? Is she hiding a bigger secret? How is it possible for them to open their hearts to love? Could a touch of Night Magic be just what this couple needs?
And here's an excerpt ....
“Meeting a woman like you calls for a celebration.” Jon slowly moved closer and kissed her gently on the lips, grazing her arm with his fingertips. She didn’t fight it. It felt natural and she welcomed his affection. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or his romantic gesture, whatever the reason, she was going for it. In the back of her head, she wondered why he’d left so abruptly the night before. What had caused him to have a change in heart in the middle of the day? She had doubts of his feelings after he’d ended the night early, and found his complete change in demeanor suspicious. There wasn’t room in her life for games. Nevertheless, she’d give him the benefit of the doubt after going to the trouble of arranging a fabulous afternoon luncheon. A man who took the time for details couldn’t be all bad.
He turned on the stereo to a station that played classical piano music. “If it weren’t so warm, I’d light the stove. Maybe in the fall we’ll come here again.” Mention of the future made her nervous. She shook it off, knowing he meant no harm. He lit two white pillar candles and placed them on the table in front of the wood burning stove. In minutes, he’d arranged the food and added the wine glasses. After he poured the wine, he handed her a glass.
“Thank you. Everything looks delicious.”
“To a fresh start,” he said.
Kathleen lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two dogs. She’s a registered nurse who works in an emergency room. Writing has been her passion since she was a young girl. Contemporary and paranormal romance are her favorites. She has three adult children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on the beach down The Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat, sipping on an iced tea, dreaming up her next romance novel.You can catch up with Kathleen here ...
Robyn Rychards is visiting today,with a giveaway and talking about inspiration and damsels in distress. Welcome to Téa Time Treat, Robyn, it's great to see you here! Tell all, please .... what inspires you?
As a writer, movies can inspire a story for me, as was the case with my debut, I watched a rerun of The Thorn Birds and it left me wanting a hero and heroine who had known each other since they were young but ended up enjoying a happy marriage rather than the emotional trauma that was the story of Megan and Ralph’s lives. A movie sparked an idea for the story I’m working on right now as well. However, Her Knight in Shining Armour came to life after I read a book. I decided I wanted to write something that had the Hero and Heroine running from a common enemy. As I was pondering different scenarios for this, trying to find something I felt was doable for me, I thought about Sleeping With the Enemy. Though I had to do some research to gain the knowledge needed to write a story that had a heroine who was an abuse victim, I decided I could tackle it. Recently I watched Safe Haven which has the same type of heroine and it made me want to write another story with that trope. So sue me, I like the ‘damsel in distress’ scenario. LOL! For the moment, using Josh Duhamel as my hero in my current work in progress comes close enough. Oh is he ever yummy! And yes, the story I’m working on now is also inspired by a movie. What genre of movies do you enjoy?
I don't think I can answer that question, other than to say, lots! It depends on my mood, although I was a bit of a closet Trekkie in the past! I bet there are lots of people with deep, dark movie secrets ... who's game to admit to them?
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Paisley doesn’t need a knight in shining armour to rescue her from her high-powered, abusive ex-husband. She’s got it covered on her own: she's changed her name, liquidated her assets, and has a plan to disappear in the Rocky Mountain National Park.
Psychiatrist Sterling James has absolutely no intention of being anyone’s saviour. The only woman he has any time for is his sister. But circumstances change when Sterling finds Paisley in an unexpected and life-threatening situation. Brought in to the drama of her escape, Sterling finds himself invested, and he can't move on until he knows Paisley is going to be safe.
It should be a simple enough exercise to get Paisley out of the park and into her new life. But nothing is ever as simple as it should be, and Sterling soon discovers that even if her ex-husband buys the set-up, he might not be able to watch Paisley go...
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Robyn Rychards grew up in the granola bowl of the United States, Boulder Colorado, a town filled with fruits, flakes and nuts. She considers herself a Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none and has taught herself to sew, paint, play the piano, garden, cook, the list goes on. But now that her books are published, she’s thrilled to finally be considered a master of one. At least as much as a person can be, for the learning never really stops. She feels her active imagination is a blessing and a curse, with the blessing far out-weighing the curse since it has led her to fulfil her dream of writing for Harlequin. Robyn started writing stories when she was a teenager because she didn’t have enough books to read. Sometimes she finds it hard to believe that people are willing to pay her to do something she enjoys so much, but mostly she’s happy to have such a wonderful excuse not to cook and clean. And a job that means you can stay in your jammies as long as you want? Priceless.
You can learn more about Robyn and find her social media links at her website
Georgina Penney is visiting today with some advice on how to unlock your inner Goddess ... Hi Georgina, Welcome and thank you for being my Téa Time Treat today.
Now I'm ready for all the advice you can offer (even though I spend most of my life dressed in trousers!)
Something amazing happens when I put on a vintage-inspired pin up frock. No, I’m not talking about my posture going from its usual Cro-Magnon-ugh-me-writer hunch to something kind of upright, I’m talking about magic. Freaky wonderful magic.
It usually happens not long after I’ve bellowed for my husband to get his twinkle toes into the bedroom and zip me up. I look in the mirror, do a little twirl and my brain goes “Hey you... Hey, I’m talking to you. Look at you! You’re a star baby, a superstar. Now go strut your stuff!”
And it feels amazing.
Now, I know that I’m not a star. And I know exactly how old I am. I know that I could probably win the square-arsed Olympics ten times running and that my cankles are world class. Oh and my hair? Let’s not even go there.
But... well, when I put on a nice party dress, particularly one with a tucked in waist, pencil skirt and figure hugging top, I don’t care about reality. I feel great, confident and ready to take on the world... at least until I trip over the cat while wearing those crazy-high heels that I thought were such a good idea when I spent all my money on them last year.
But sprained ankle aside, when I’m wearing a hot fifties dress, all those usual feral thoughts about all those little body bumps that my husband doesn’t seem to see (but I clearly can), evaporate. I feel beautiful, really beautiful.
I love going to restaurants and seeing the women walking in who’ve got their own special goddamn-sexy dresses on. You can see it in the way they walk, you can see it in the way they smile and look around the room. And every now and then I meet that lady’s eye and we share a mutual smile knowing the magic will evaporate the minute the dress comes off but we don’t care. A lady in an amazing frock is an amazing lady and that’s all there is to it.
That's it, I'm converted and off for some serious retail therapy, and a copy of Irrepressible You!
You don't become a notorious British celebrity without rubbing a few people the wrong way, which is why writer and comedian Ben Martindale has decamped to Australia until the latest media frenzy dies down.
When he meets Amy Blaine, a perky blonde who dresses like a 1950s pin-up girl, he knows he's hit the satirical jackpot. He begins to fill his weekly London column with snarky observations about her life, clothes, and even their most intimate moments. It doesn't occur to him that Amy, who is letting her guard down for the first time in her adult life, might be upset - after all, it's hilarious, and his readers love her!
It isn't until Amy discovers the extent of his betrayal that Ben begins to realise just how badly he's cocked up the best thing that ever happened to him. But is it too late?
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Wow! What a Téa Time Treat today. Ruby's Fantasy releases today. Don't you love the cover!
From Cathleen Ross comes a naughty-but-nice story about the fun one can have playing dress-up.
When Ruby follows up a distress call from her twin, she is plunged into her sister’s sexy secret life. Here she meets the gorgeous Jake Steele, who awakens the passionate nature she has always suppressed. But now that she’s discovered the delights of love, will she be able to return to the small town life she had before?
Here's an excerpt ...
Ruby slipped her foot from his lap. When she moved the delicate straps of her nightgown slid from her shoulders so that the fabric revealed the curves of her breasts just above her nipples.
His eyebrows rose. ‘Stay just like that. I’m going to distract you from what happened downstairs. I'm going to take any fear you have away.’ He rose from the chair and moved between her legs.
Her heart was pounding with excitement, desire and trepidation. She’d never been reckless in her life, yet his closeness brought on a sexual rush that she couldn't control. She’d never had a quick fling but she was in Emerald’s place and if ever she was going to find out what it was like to really let go, she’d find out with Jake. Then once she sorted out her sister’s problems, she’d go back to her small accountancy practice in the mountains. Jake would have fun. She’d have fun. There’d be no hurt feelings. Sure. She never normally thought this way, but she was in a different place and state of mind. This was the big city.
Jake leant over her so that she wrapped her legs around his waist while he planted kisses on the tender skin where her shoulder met her neck and she wriggled.
Already her nipples tingled and when she put her arms around his back, the sensation of her nipples rubbing through silk against his hard chest was so intense she could barely draw breath.
When his hand moved lower he cupped her backside, pulling her close so that she could feel him straining against his jeans. He wanted her. She widened her legs and rolled her hips, rubbing herself against him.
‘I need you,’ she said.
‘You’ll get all of me. That’s a promise, but this is going to be all about you.’
Ruby froze. What did he mean? She’d never had an orgasm with a man. That was the problem. ‘Jake…I…’
‘Shh. Don't talk. Just enjoy.’ He planted a hot kiss on her lips before taking control, by nipping her bottom lip so that she opened to his urgent demands. His tongue teased hers, dancing over the tip, testing, titillating before he crushed her to him so that her body moulded against his, releasing her only enough to kiss down her neckline to her silk-clad breasts. ‘You are so beautiful. So perfect.’
The word ravishment came to mind. She’d seen it on old-fashioned movies like when Rhett Butler had taken Scarlett in Gone with the Wind, but she’d never thought that kind of thing was real.
It was real.
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About the author
Cathleen Ross likes to write about the quirky side of life. She loves writing erotic short stories. Psychic Sex and Shift into Pleasure are two of her Harlequin Spice Brief releases. Psychic Sex was included in the Naughty Bits Anthology. Love, lust and Lies is her first Escape Publishing release. When she's not writing for Harlequin, she's working on her Forbidden Fantasy self-published series.
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