I am thrilled to be able to share this gorgeous new cover for Bella J’s newest book with Liquid Silver Books.
Lexi is a vivacious, quirky, and fiercely independent woman with enough attitude and wit to intimidate even the most confident of men. Levi is a sexy-as-hell, cocksure, smoldering hot marine blessed with smooth swagger and cool confidence to charm his way into any woman’s bed. The one thing they have in common, though, is their disinterest in finding love. She’s determined to not let love interfere and dictate her life. And with his career, he doesn’t need the emotional ties and baggage of love, and dreams of white picket fences.
But a few chance encounters have these two tangled up in one wild, passionate, explosive ride which neither of them expected, and which leaves them completely and utterly addicted to each other. Already in too deep, Lexi stubbornly fights her growing feelings for him and refuses to become vulnerable against the power that love seems to yield. She has witnessed firsthand how loving someone can destroy a person, leaving him defenseless against a life of emotional turmoil. She refuses to let it happen to her.
Levi knows that Lexi is holding back. He knows that she is keeping a part of her heart guarded. He’s determined to burn down the walls she so desperately clings to, and make her surrender her all to him. But with his long-lost brother’s unexpected return comes an inexorable danger that he will do just about anything to protect her from—even if it means losing her, and in the end, breaking her heart.
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Welcome to Tuesday Treat.
I haven’t offered you a treat for a couple of weeks as there have been other things going on here. But with the Christmas holiday approaching fast and as I’m beginning to feel a bit seasonal I thought you might like a snippet from Christmas Carols.
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The door creaked as Alice pushed it.
“What?” But he didn’t need her answer as an icy flake hit his face. “Snow.”
“Yes, and so heavy. I do think you should make your way home, Stephen, rather than accompany me. The road is covered already and can only get worse.” The wind whipped her words to him.
“No, I’ll walk with you, Alice. I would hate for you to take a tumble.” A rustle and loud click, followed by the sudden absence of the freezing assault on his face told him she had put up her umbrella. She set her hand back on his arm and they took the two steps down to the churchyard path.
“The paving is dreadfully slippery.”
“We’ll go slowly.” The pathway, as she said, proved treacherous and he almost lost his footing. She grabbed at him so they both lurched. He laughed as they steadied. “Forgive me, but we must look a pair.”
“I doubt there is anyone to see, Stephen. The last of the choristers have gone. I can scarce see anything as the snow is falling so fast.”
“Hmm. We might take a little longer than usual to get to your house.”
She tightened her grip on his arm. “One bit at a time. We need to get to the churchyard gate and then the street.”
The snowflakes blasted his cheeks each time her umbrella moved with her steps, and already his ears tingled with the raw wind.
Blue walked on in the inclement weather but the dog had slowed his pace for them.
They stepped down into the road and trod slowly across, and then stepped up the other side to an equally icy pavement. Chill damp spread in his boots and his toes prickled.
They paused and Alice turned him around to face the other way against the snow for a few moments respite. “I am sorry, Stephen, I’m unsure of the direction. I can scarce see at all. The snow is swirling under the umbrella and the wind is so ferocious.”
“Exhilarating isn’t it,” he said. “I can’t recall ever being in snow like this.”
“I think it rather frightening. We need to turn back again. I know the road is right
because there is another lamppost. It is just a little way on. Are you ready?”
“Yes, come, Blue.”
He turned back into the fierce wind and Alice altered his direction a little before clinging tight to his arm. Her umbrella provided moments of fractional protection against some of the wild flurries. Their path now became more perilous as they tried to make their way up the hill. He placed each footstep with care but still slid in places. Alice gave a little gasp each time her footing slipped.
“Let me put my arm around your waist, Alice, I can steady you better that way, and don’t complain of anyone noticing us, please. I’d rather shock the town populace than let you get a twisted ankle or worse.”
She sniffed. “Yes, please.”
He moved her arm from his and found her waist. He slid his arm around her, astonished she should be this slender. “Now you put your arm around me and then we set off again. Does Blue look all right?”
“Yes. Poor Blue, he looks as cold and miserable as we must.”
Strangely, with her in his embrace, and with the pressure of her arm around his waist, Stephen could think of very many other times when he had been far more miserable than tonight.
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Daisy Banks is the author of:
Serving the Serpent
Marked for Magic
A Perfect Match
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
A Matter of Some Scandal
Daisy Banks writes a regular monthly story in the Sexy to Go compilations.
Welcome to Day 15 of Here be Dragons.
With my new book Serving the Serpent out on Monday you only have a couple of days to get your 20% early bird discount, so if I were you I’d click the cover to order it now.
You can read Chapter 1 of Serving the Serpent up on the my books link.
Despite the fact so many dragon legends are filled with dangers to humans there are times when the dragons aren’t so very dangerous. Sometimes other thoughts are more important to them.
Here is a little snippet to show a happier dragon from my story.
“Now, boy,” Heren said. “Take up the shovel, and where I have marked the floor of the cave and scoured the surface, you dig.”
The lad wore a wide smile as he picked up the shovel and it certainly seemed as though his mood had lifted from the last few weeks when he’d spent so much time glowering and reading the old book. Leif stood spade in hand peering at the spot they’d discovered with the hollow echo beneath yesterday. He shoved hard with his foot on the top of the spade and thrust it through the roughened surface of the rocks with a ringing clang.
Heren smiled in satisfaction at the youth’s enthusiasm and nodded to the rhythm of Leif’s spade as the lad flung rubble and rocks to the side of the cave. Soon a sheen of sweat broke on Leif’s pink forehead.
Pausing briefly, Leif gave another grin. “Hot,” he said and tugged off the sweater he wore, the T-shirt too, and, bare-chested, back to work he went.
Heren gave his tail a swish. He hummed, and in unison with the Derskijoar’s shovel, he lifted his great feet too, his movements matching Leif’s and making the cave rumble. The rocks Leif dumped on the spoil pile changed color, grew darker, damper, with bigger pieces among the gravel. Encouraged by this, Heren sat back on his hindquarters at the entrance of the cave and clapped, but soon the lad would need help, and a break. The Derskijoar’s pale body was streaked with sweat and rock dust.
Heren leaned down and peered into the hole Leif had made, not too deep. He smiled. “I think we’re ready for some blasting now,” he said. “Stop shoveling and go sit outside for a rest. Don’t come back in until I call, boy.”
“Whooo,” Leif said and wiped his brow with his arm. “Thanks. It’s hard work. The pieces are so jammed together.”
He nodded. “I know. You have my thanks, and once I’ve stirred things around a little, you’ll find it easier.” He glanced to the cave mouth. “I’ll improve the access in here too,” he said. “Go rest.”
The lad ambled out with the shovel still in his hand.
“Take the bags, boy,” Heren called. “I don’t want things incinerated.”
Wide-eyed, Leif looked back. “No flaming, my lord, please. If you begin, you may not stop.”
“Rubbish. I’m perfectly capable of control.”
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Welcome to Here be Dragons. Day 11.
Click the cover to Pre-order Serving the Serpent.
I have to say each time I look at the cover for my latest book I am thrilled by it.
Serving the Serpent is a sweet, contemporary fantasy set in Wales and I think this cover reflects that entirely.
This time next week Serving the Serpent will be available but if you pre-order today you get a very acceptable 20% discount.
Just to tempt you a little more here is a snippet from the story.
In Wales, Ceridwyn takes up her inherited duty to care for the dragons in the mountains. Awed by them and the huge book about them, she is determined to prove her worth.
Far away in Norway, Leif has growing concerns for his sick dragon. He discovers only one cure will stop his dragon’s suffering. The mighty Herensuge must journey to find his bonded mate.
When they meet, Ceri and Leif make combined efforts to aid the dragons and discover an astonishing surprise. The great lore book each of them protects tells they have a responsibility to the future. At this rare and magical time, not only the dragon pairing must occur.
Join Ceri and Leif as they work to keep the sworn silence and keep the dragons safe. Friendship is growing between them, but will it be enough? Can love blossom between two chosen to serve the serpent?
Excerpt, from Chapter Two.
A choke rattled at the back of Heren’s throat. This young stripling would aid him. They’d been together for such a short time. He liked the lad well enough, but if Olaf had been here, this sudden threat wouldn’t have held so much power and made him quake. Olaf would have laughed and told him a bawdy joke. The old Derskijoar, he’d have known exactly what to do. Hiding his fears, he spoke to the youth.
“You have sworn to honor your word, and I thank you, boy. We will begin the search tomorrow. Go home now and prepare for a journey. We must cross the northern waters, for my bonded mate does not live in this land of ours.”
Leif flashed him a mischievous grin. “You don’t look very pleased about the situation, my lord. I would have thought you might be.”
Heren shook his head. “No, boy, for if the search for her is unsuccessful, my life may well be forfeit, and it is many years since my mate’s scent wound its way to me. I may well be alone, the last of my kind. My mate…” Ah, his mate…A fresh-risen memory crept over him, and sorrowful, he let out a loud sigh. Dark cloudy smoke rings issued from his lips and swirled up toward the roof of the cavern.
“Oh, great Odin, help me,” Leif said. He pressed a button and stopped the music from his machine. “Tell you what, Heren, why don’t you make up a real sad song about it all? Maybe something like the lonely dragon blues?”
“Impertinent brat! Olaf would never have suggested such a thing.”
“Yeah, but my uncle had no ear for music.”
He frowned. “Are you suggesting my melodies are lacking in subtly? Do my compositions not please the ear?”
Leif shook his head as he packed the priceless Derskijoar book into its casing. “No, no,” he said. “I’d say the last time you actually studied any tunes it must have been some time about the 1450s. Music has moved on since then. You liked the blues when I played you the Robert Johnson recordings. I thought it would be good for you to make a song of your own. You know something like, times is hard when you ain’t got no dragon gal.”
“Facetious, ridiculous lout. My life is endangered by this appalling pairing fervor, and all you can think of is such nonsense. Go, now. Be here tomorrow in the dawn. We will consult the maps, the tide and wind charts, and moon phases too. Time is of the essence.” Heren hauled the rest of his body out of the water, stretched a little, and shivered his wing mounts. He’d not unfurl his great wings in the confines of the cave, but tomorrow he’d make sure Leif checked the leathery skin thoroughly. The journey across the northern water was a long flight, and to tumble from the sky into the ocean for the sake of a small tear in one of his wing membranes would be nearly as bad as becoming charcoal and cinders to be blown by the winds from the beginning of the circle and back to its end.
You can read Chapter One for free here, it up on the My Books page. Tomorrow there will be more romance in Here be Dragons.
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