Naughty New Years Blog Hop


Hello 2013.

Before the new year started, I sat down and reassessed my writing goals. I don’t think my writing habits are all that bad, but improvement never hurts. I have three books slated for self-publication in the coming year: Everlasting, the sequel to Eternity, an untitled novella based on Eternity and Everlasting, and Once A Wife, contemporary woman’s fiction novel. I work a full-time job and really need to start working out. When I factor in marketing and promotion, socializing so that I’m not a complete hermit and keeping up with my favorite TV shows, where does that leave time for writing, oh, and sleeping.

I have to be realistic. I can’t do everything perfectly. All I can do is try. Working out in the mornings, writing from 4 pm to 8 pm. and finding time for everything else.

If I can stick to this, 2013 will be a great writing year.

What are your goals for 2013?

Now for a Naughty excerpt of Eternity.

Roman hovered over Stella as she came back to earth. Waiting for entry, he rubbed his swollen tip against her opening. The coldness in his soul begged for her warmth, her slippery heat surrounding him, but most of all his soul begged for her trust. To trust him not to hurt her. Trust him with her body, her heart and soul.

Stella opened her eyes. “Roman.” She smiled dreamily and then immediately stiffened.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. Relax.” But all of her muscle tensed, waiting for an attack. Her small hands pushed against him.

He couldn’t do this; take what she wasn’t ready to give. Defeated, he laid his head on her shoulder. His hope disintegrating.

“He hurt me,” she whispered against his neck.

Roman buried his pain and kissed her collarbone, her neck and jaw, her eyes, the tip of her nose and finally her lips. No passion, no lust, just two shattered souls clinging to each other. She clung to him, giving as much comfort as she received. Carefully, he slid his hand between them. “Where did he hurt you, Stella?” he touched her core and rubbed with tiny little flicks of his fingers. “Was it here?”

She nodded. Her hips surged against his palm. Tears cleared and stormy gray eyes danced passionately. He stroked her again. She moaned and held his gaze while her hips undulated.

“Am I hurting you?” He slipped in a finger and stirred and ground his palm against her clit.

“Roman.” She gasped and brought her lips to his.

“Am I hurting you?” he repeated the question.

“No . . . no . . .” She shook her head back and forth as her body reawakened for him.

“Tell me how you feel.” He breathed in her ear before he took the lobe between his teeth.

“Oh God, it’s exquisite.” Her eyelids fluttered.

“Look at me.” Urgently, he positioned himself at her opening, waiting for permission to enter. “Am I the man that hurt you?”


“Am I the man that tried to kill you?”

“No, Roman, no. You’re not him.” Her voice quivered with need.

“Take me.” Ready and waiting for her touch, he took her hand and guided her to him. He died a little when her cool fingers wrapped around him. She stroked—up, down, around—and led him to her wet center.

Again, her body braced for pain.

He captured her face and entered her slowly. He worked himself inside her wetness, losing his mind in excruciating increments as her legs fell open and her hips tilted to receive more. “Siete bello. Ti amo. Lascilo all’interno del vostro corpo stretto.” In Italian, he spoke words of love as he slowly lost his mind.

“Yes.” Her voice strained as waves rippled from her core, tightening and releasing her slick walls around him.

He settled inside her and begged for the strength not to come. Then he set the rhythm and watched ecstasy spread throughout her body. Her legs wrapped his waist and he lengthened his strokes, diving deeper into her heat, his control slipping. She writhed beneath him. His hands grabbed her hips. Her nails raked his chest and she moaned his name.

Wild and frantic, Stella pulled his head down to hers. Weight braced on his elbows, Roman held her face as he moved harder into her. Never would he forget this moment when she completely gave herself to pleasure. Head thrown back, hair streaming, her body thrashed while her tightness seized him. “Who’s loving you, giving you pleasure? . . . I am.”

Passionate cries sang in his ear as he thrust deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and released. Centuries of loneliness and searching fell away and the coldness at his center vanished. Panting, still hard inside her, he watched her come back to earth and waited for that moment of recognition. She was going to remember everything now. And all would be right.

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Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm assigned to protect her or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter? She will have to push past her fears and reclaim a love that has lasted two millennia.


Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them.

Roman will do anything to recover what they had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts.



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