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Monthly Archives: March 2013

XOXO Spring is in the Air Hop — Win!!

20 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by Linda Nightingale in Uncategorized

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blog hop, dark fantasy, Double Dragon Publishing, fantasy, Gemini Rising, giveaways, idential twins, Linda Nightingale, psychological drama, romantic fantasy, XOXO publishing

XOXO Spring Blog Hop (2)I make my New Year Resolutions in Spring.  Frees up the first couple of months for writing or trying to get out more—one of my NYE aims.    Like spring cleaning, I try to abandon those practices or thoughts that have not worked.  This philosophy usually lasts as long as the spring cleaning.  But a friend of mine once told me that she would think about doing something then do the opposite of what she would have done in the past.  I’ve tried this but it really doesn’t work for me.  I guess I’m too cautious.   This spring, I resolved to exercise.  Yeah right.  Anyone else broken that one yet?  BIC, that’s me.  But writing requires Butt In Chair.

Writing is a lonely practice, by and large.  I have my writing friends, but when you are with your characters, in those exotic or mundane locales, you are alone in your “writing space.”  Husbands, significant others, children and friends must not transgress on this space.  They do.  Like everyone else’s lives.  Right?

My favorites of Spring are the Top-Down Days before it gets stifling, humidity hot in Houston, bluebonnets0a8892722d558640, daffodils, thoughts of love in the air.  Writing is what chain mes to my computer rather than enjoying the Drop Top Days.  My choice.  I love my heroes and heroines and being somewhere else with them.

All the time, I question why I write.  I have to write for my own sanity.  Some watch TV.  I write.  It’s self therapy.

My latest release, Gemini Rising, is all about love, deep and dark as an underground river, and the psychology of that love.  The first chapter is available on line at Double Dragon Publishing.  It is erotic.  It is controversial.  The ending, I hope, is shocking.GeminiRising3

Excerpt:

His eyes adjusted to the gloom.  Lina curled in a blanket against the chill, gnarled rock.

“I knew you’d finally come.”  Her voice was small, nearly inaudible above the crash of the surf.

He crawled forward on his knees.  The cave was too small for them to stand.  She offered to share the blanket, and he snuggled against her.  Her gaze found his, but she didn’t speak.  Accusation sparkled in her eyes.  He looked away, studying the cavern walls.  In the thundering silence, they were motionless.  He was reluctant to break the enchantment of being with her.

She turned and his arms went around her.  She cradled his face between soft, loving hands.  Electric desire zinged through him, but his heart melted.  He loved her more than anything in the world.

“I’ve missed you so,” he said simply.

“Kiss me.”

He swallowed hard, grasped at his promise not surrender to forbidden love and brushed his lips to her cheek.

This is an erotic dark fantasy.  Buy link:  http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-55404-978-4

My prize besides the grand prize of an ebook prize package of XOXO authors!!!! is a Gemini Rising Mousepad with the dynamic cover.  And there’s some swag for other commenters.  Hop on for other great prizes.  http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com

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The Art of Change

14 Thursday Mar 2013

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art, art gallery, change, friendship, Goddess Fish, humor, Kelly Andria, love, love stories, novel, romance, romantic comedy

SBB The Art of Change Banner (2)I had a hard time choosing an excerpt…”Kelly” weaves a fun tale of the art of life…

BLURB:

Gallery owner Nellie, a giving yet neurotic New Yorker, brings together a mismatched cast of characters in the opening of Ryan Whittaker’s debut, a phallic show. Little does she know that she is setting the scene for odd and unpredictable relationships, much like Shakespeare in Midsummer Night’s Dream. The frenzied, magical mix-up is an outrageous farce with a deep moral message: there is a RIGHT place for everyone in this world and love and friendship cement us in it.

The Art of Change is a funny, smooth reading romance, which deals with bridging differences in gender,  education,  social milieu, in an insane but pragmatic, modern fairytale, set in New York City. The twists of the plot are written without an ounce of cynicism but simply acknowledging that life is neither here nor there, neither black or white and all can be dealt with in real friendship and love.

12_AOC_FULLCOVER.V5.inddExcerpt:

Out in the gallery, the umbrella bin was overflowing as people started trickling in from the rain.

A nice crowd, thought Pino. They will need to unwind and drink and eat. Enter moi!

“Aurora, what are you doing? Stop looking at the people and come help me!” he ordered, and although Aurora immediately came over, she couldn’t take her eyes off Cynthia, the artist’s girlfriend.

On the other side of the room, Cynthia was following Ryan with her gaze, as he went from painting to painting, scrutinizing each one, as if he had never seen them before. She was infuriated by his bloody remarks on their sex life. What sex life? Making love to him was like putting on a performance! A warm, touchy-feely woman! No, sir, she was not going to end up barefoot and pregnant with no life, like his mother in Oregon! She was a fast-paced go-getter, and this is the way it was going to be.

Aurora looked over at the door. A navy officer with an umbrella big enough to cover a battalion walked in with a very close friend, or so it seemed, as she was almost his age and holding on to him for dear life. Aurora approached with a smile and offered them a drink.

“Thank you very much. Much needed with this kind of weather outside. What are you showing here tonight?” Aurora blushed, but the teased-up, helmet-haired German lady exclaimed, “Honey, look! A self-propelled torpedo!”

The officer looked at her, eyeballed the torpedo painting across from him, took another sip, and asked her, “Is that what they are?”

“Yah, this one over here is not intact. It looks cracked like a war leftover, and— turn around, check this one out—this one is crashed, destroyed, perhaps damaged by the passing of time.”

Readjusting his glasses, he walked closer to the broken torpedo painting, then took a step back and burst out, “What the fu—boooooom! Ha ha-ha ha! Come along, Mrs. McCouifer, I’ve seen plenty of torpedoes in my time but nothing like these.”

She squeezed his arm as he whispered something that made her scalp and hairdo move back and forth. “You have a torpedo like that at home? Where did you get it? Is it buried in the backyard? What do you mean you’ll show it to me tonight?”

Pino was waving to Aurora to come and replenish her tray. The general grabbed her to place the two empty glasses on it.

“Wait, please, I will bring some more,” Aurora said, trying to please Pino with her eagerness to serve. She smiled at the uniformed man — she had always had a crush on regalia and uniforms. Sometimes she would look with childish adoration even at hotel doormen.

The gentleman, straightening his military jacket, turned to her and made a declaration, like a state of the union address, to all who happened to be next to them. “These are pink torpedoes, I hope you know.” And smiling to his audience, he clicked his heels and took the whacky-haired lady and marched away.

“Weird peoples, Pipinousco, weird, very weird general and companion. And very very weird hairs tonight. Look at this older lady.” Pino followed his wife’s gaze to an elderly couple approaching them.

The short lady with a haircolor not found in nature stood in front of the first painting by the door. She shook her head in dismay and quickly moved on to the next. When she took a step back and saw them all, side by side, she scurried away to the next, which was half erect . . . almost ran to the next, which was three-quarters erect, and was covering her eyes by the time she had gotten to the fully erect penis . . . and then had to run off and find a chair to sit down and fan herself. Her husband offered a hankie to mop her brow.

“Where is the painting with the ejaculation?” she asked him, laughing. “Nellie is probably hiding it in the office because it’s still wet.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kelly Andria is the pen name of two very close friends who decided to write a story to make people laugh. The two authors, although different in many ways and viewpoints, have a lot in common. Both Greek Americans coming from conservative vibrant families, they learned to speak and act as they believe. Fair but always kind. Their passion for art, food and romance led them to become authors of a comedy that redefines the “boy meets girl” norm.  The wacky one of the group knew that they had the stories in them. The other half quickly became convinced as their quirky characters took shape and form and gained a voice of their own.

Website: http://www.kellyandria.com/

Buy Links:

Xlibris: http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0115730049/The-Art-of-Change.aspx

Amazon Kindle Edition:  http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-of-Change-ebook/dp/B008PEXGQ8

Amazon print:  http://www.amazon.com/Art-Change-Kelly-Andria/dp/1477120025

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-art-of-change-kelly-andria/1111961653

Kelly will be awarding a $25.00 GC for either Barnes and Noble or Amazon, winner’s choice, to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

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Bianca Swan’s On Wings of Desire Released Yesterday

01 Friday Mar 2013

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angels, Armageddon, Bianca Swan, Carnal Desires Publishing, demons, Double Dragon Publishing, erotic romance, fallen agnels, fantasy romance

Get ready for a sexy, fast-paced ride to the end of the world!  Erotic romance with a strong, intriguing plot.  Carnal Desires is Sophisticated Erotic Literature.

FLAT_Larger_Wings_WindsofDesire-300dpi-1A (3)From the Inside Flap:

The fallen angels have again risen against the Light, and the Second War in Heaven is raging.  Paimon, General of Hell, yearned for a lover with the beauty of an angel and created a demon the exact replica of a celestial.  He presents his creation with a powerful sword and appoints him commander of the demon forces.  If Salseph returns to Hell with the sword in victory, Paimon vows to end Seph’s demeaning missions of seducing human women and destroying their lives.  The promise is a double-edged blade.  The demons under his control abhor Salseph as much as he reviles them.

In battle, the angel Ophiel disarms Salseph and humiliates the young demon.  Seph vows revenge against his foe and strikes upon the perfect plan for vengeance.  He will seduce the guardian angel’s charge, Gloria Landry, and at the Battle of Armageddon present soiled goods to the arrogant Ophiel in exchange for the stolen sword.  When he rescues Gloria from a violent storm, she believes Salseph is her guardian angel.  On their journey to the apocalyptic war, Salseph and Gloria discover that lust can become the purest love and that a bad boy can be good.

Read the full first chapter of On Wings of Desire at:  http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-77115-070-X

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