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Something new/Free read

Since my brain has been out to lunch lately and I haven’t been able to come up with many posts, I’ve decided to share with you one of my books. Free. Mind you, I shouldn’t be too hard on my brain, It’s had a lot to deal with lately, family issues, but back to the topic. Free read. Each Tuesday I will post a chapter from my previously published romantic comedy, Kidnapped. Your job: read the chapters, let me know what you think of it, or tell me what you think will happen next. Simple as pie.

Here is the blub and first chapter.

Elizabeth Cromwell is rich, gorgeous and doesn’t have a care in the world. Until she’s whisked away in a van, blindfolded and gagged. Liz is helpless and completely unable to fight against her abductor. Or so he thinks.

Mackenzie Tyrell is a good man in a desperate situation. About to see all of his hopes and dreams die, Mac gets caught in a web of deceit that may become his undoing.

The plan was simple—abduct the beautiful blonde and hold her for ransom. But when the feisty Elizabeth escapes and then turns the table on Mac, all bets are off. Now he’s tied up and at Liz’s mercy. Was this the worst mistake Mac’s ever made? Or, will the choice lead him to discover something and someone that will change his life forever?

Her head throbbed with the mother of all headaches. And who wouldn’t have a headache after listening to the incessant nattering of the two most boring people in the world? Liz pushed through the restaurant doors and into the hot mid morning sun, looking forward to spending a good three hours at the spa, relaxing.
She simply didn’t know why she continued these weekly brunches with Bonnie and Moira; the two irritated the hell out of her. Actually, she did—it was for her father, who insisted Liz align herself with the ‘right’ sort of people. What on earth could possibly be right where Bonnie and Moira were concerned, aside from the fact that they came from money and everyone knew them? They were the epitome of snobby rich and so not like her.
She pulled the keys from her purse and noticed her handbag looked a little worn. Maybe after her spa treatment she should go shopping for a new bag. She was entitled, after all, having to deal with the gossipy twosome for the last few hours.
Flipping her long hair over her shoulder, Liz hurried to her car, her Prada heels clicking as she walked. Pressing the button on the remote, she engaged the engine, which would automatically start up the air-conditioning. There was nothing worse than getting into a hot car.
She was going to enjoy being pampered.
Approaching her car, she frowned, seeing the dark, dusty, blue van parked unforgivably close to it. Squeezing through the minimal opening, careful not to soil her slacks on the dirty van, Liz reached for the car door. She heard the van doors behind her slide open. A hand clamped over her mouth and another grabbed her around the waist. In the time it took her to think to scream, she was yanked into the van and the doors slammed shut. Before she had a chance to utter a single word in protest, someone shoved a cloth in her mouth and tied it tightly around her head. For a split second she saw the hands as they lifted a cloth to her eyes, covering up her sight. As the shock began to wear off, Liz came to the alarming revelation.
She was being kidnapped.
Despite the rag in her mouth, she screamed, though it came out muffled. Using her best defense, she began to kick wildly with her legs, her fists stabbing at air. There was no damn way she was going to sit still and let this happen to her.
Her foot connected with something solid and when she heard the wild cursing, she knew she’d hit her abductor. So she kept kicking and flailing with her hands.
“God damn bitch.”
The force of the blow to her jaw knocked her back, hitting her head on the floor as she fell. Stars exploded before her covered eyes as the pain ricocheted from her jaw to her head. The nausea began to build in her gut and she thought she might vomit as he rolled her onto her stomach, then held her.
She yelped when he yanked her arms back and tied them roughly together by the wrists.
“Serves you right.”
His nails scraped her bare feet as he ripped the shoes from her feet. What the hell was going to happen to her?
What did he have planned to do with her? She began to panic, her breathing rapid as she rolled herself over. Pulling her legs to her chest, she prayed for someone to save her.
It startled her when the van began to roll and she realized there was more than one abductor. She felt every bump as the vehicle bounced on the road, making her already jittery stomach swirl like a tornado. She swallowed it back, demanding her body not expel the contents of her breakfast because she knew the outcome would not be a pleasant one. Not with the gag over her mouth. It seemed that they drove forever, stopping here and there for moments, then rolling along again.
She knew he was near because she could hear his breathing. Her mind foggy, she couldn’t think above the pain. What should she do? What should she do?
When the van stopped and she heard a door open, then close, she sucked in a deep breath, her stomach tense as she prepared for the worse. The screech of metal startled her as the sliding door opened. Her heart began to race so fast she thought she might pass out.
“Grab her legs.”
“Her mouth is bleeding.”
“Yeah.” He laughed.
She felt hands sliding under her back as another set grabbed hold of her ankles. Her body tensed as they lifted and shifted her. Where were they taking her?
“Let me go,” she mumbled through the cloth in her mouth, jerking her body in an attempt to break free.
“Hold her.”
“I’ve got her.”
His hands slid under her armpits and grabbed hold of her breasts. She felt the nausea rising up in her throat.
“Cut it out.”
“Oh come on, I’m just having a little fun.”
“There’s no need for that.”
Liz heard a door creak, keys jingling, then another door opening. There wasn’t another sound to be heard anywhere. Silence still in the air, Liz wondered where she’d been taken.
“I can take her from here.”
“I’ve already got a good grip.”
One voice was deep, the other whiny and higher in tone. The one with the higher tone had been in the back of the van with her, and the one who’d hit her. How many others were there?
The way they shifted her, she judged that she was being carried up a flight of stairs, and from the sound of the stairs, they weren’t carpeted. The one holding her feet wore boots of some sort that made a clomping sound as he stepped. And the one near her head wore softer soled shoes, maybe running shoes. His hands were soft, despite the brutality, and he wore something with buttons down the front. He smelt like cheap cologne and sweat.
Everything she could, she put to memory. Even if she couldn’t see her abductors, at least she could identify them by smell and sound.
“Set her down on the chair.”
The deep voiced one. She felt the chair beneath her butt, then hands pressing her down. The instant the hands slid from around her chest, she bolted up, attempting to break free. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see, she wasn’t going to sit still while they did God knew what to her.
“Hold her down, damn it.”
“I didn’t think she would make a break for it.”
The hand that grabbed her viciously yanked her down, planting her hard into the chair, and when he leaned down and whispered in her ear, she knew it was the snooty one. “Try that again and I’ll knock you so hard you won’t remember your name.”
“Hey, settle down.”
“Just tie her up already.”
The one with the deep voice didn’t seem to care much for the snooty voiced one. She felt something brush over her chest and she tensed up. When it pulled against her, she realized they were tying her up with a rope. “Please, let me go,” she mumbled through the cloth.
“Not going to happen, sweetheart.”
The deep voiced one was tying her up. He had a different smell to him, something familiar. Calvin, he wore Calvin cologne and he wore boots of some sort, his voice was deep and he didn’t seem to like his partner.
Remember it, Liz, remember every detail.
“There, that should hold her.”
She flinched as the hands touched the back of her head, then realized they were untying her blind fold. It slid away and she blinked rapidly, trying to get her eyes to focus. The hands worked at the back of her head once more, untying the gag.
“Please, please just let me go.” She wished she could rub her eyes to make them focus.
“Maybe you should have left the gag over her mouth.”
Her eyes shifted to her left where the voice came from.
Through her blurred vision, she could make out the figure standing at her side. Blinking her lashes, she saw he wore a mask, a female mask, and he was tall and thin. He wore a silk green shirt with buttons running along the front. And as her eyes focused she looked into the mask of Betty Rubble.
“She’s secured, we can go now.”
Her head turned to her right and to the big man moving out from behind her. He wore a white polo style shirt, blue jeans and work boots, and as he turned to face her, she saw the Bart Simpson mask that covered his entire head, save the eyes and mouth.
She’d been abducted by Betty Rubble and Bart Simpson.
“What are you planning to do with me?”
Betty Rubble turned to her and when he laughed her body tensed up. It reminded her of a creepy murderer’s laugh she’d heard so many times in the movies.
“Everything I possibly can.”
Her heart thundered with fear and as she watched them leaving the room, she wished she could wake up from this horrible nightmare.


“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m just having some fun.”
“Well, lay off it already. This isn’t real, Terry, remember that.” Pulling the mask from his face, tossing it on the table as he passed it by, Mac ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration. Pushing through the screen door he stepped out into the hot sun and looked out at the property before him.
He couldn’t understand why the banks wouldn’t give him an extension on his mortgage and he again wished there’d been some other way to get the money to save his property rather than abducting a woman. He’d had no choice, he reminded himself as he slid behind the wheel of the van. He had a month to come up with the money to save his father’s farm, his home, and this just fell into his lap at the right time.
He started the van and pulled it around back to the garage. And besides, she was safe with him. It wasn’t real, like he’d told Terry.
Then why did he have this sickening feeling in the pit of his belly?

Shiela Stewart


Sensual Romance Verses Erotic Romance (This blog is intended for readers 18 and older. Strong language.)

     What is the difference you ask? Well, there is a fine line that can be drawn between the two. It’s not just about the sex and the way it is presented because both types of romances write it and write it well. The biggest difference I see is what drives the story line. Romance thrives on love and erotica thrives on sex. You take a romance minus love it’s no longer a romance. You take an erotic romance minus the sex it’s no longer an erotic romance. Let’s talk about what makes these two writing styles so different and the things that can cross over to make them similar.

     The dictation between sensual romance and erotic romance are two very different types of words. Sensual romance in many cases uses the tame terminology romance has used since the beginning. Tame meaning euphemisms. Euphemisms-The act or an example of substituting a mild, indirect, or vague term for one considered harsh, blunt, or offensive.  Here are a few examples of words used in romance to describe a sex scene. (cock, center, sheath, thrusting, pumping, bundle of nerves)

     Now let’s talk about the erotic romance. Erotic romance takes the words people use today and waves them proudly for all to see. Modern/urban colloquial terms are the cornerstone of erotic romance. Colloquial- characteristic of or appropriate to ordinary or familiar conversation rather than formal speech or writing; informal. Here are a few examples of words used in erotic romance to describe a sex scene. (Cock, dick, cunt, pussy, twat, fucking)

     There is a wide range between the two. Sensual romance tries to stay on the subtle side while erotic romance tends to go full force, no holds barred. Sensual romance is the equivalent of an R rating, while erotic romance is the equivalent of an X rating.

     Let’s talk about what makes a good sensual romance novel. The pieces that must be there in order for a reader to walk away saddened that they reached the end. Plot and characterization are key, in a great sensual romance. You want the reader to believe in your characters and their situations. If they don’t the whole novel is a lost cause. The reader needs to believe these people could actually fall in love. You can’t have a romance without LOVE. Love is the backbone of every good romance. Without love it’s no longer a romance. You can have a romance novel with no sex but you can’t have one with no love. In romance the relationship drives the story. It’s all about the happily ever after when writing or reading romance.

    Now let’s talk about what makes a good erotic romance. Even though sex is a key factor in erotic romance and you can’t have erotica without it. The sex isn’t just about adding as many hot, juicy, steamy scenes as you can. You have to think about the big picture. What about the characters? Is the sex true to the characters you created? Does it make sense for them to be having sex? You can’t take the sex lightly. In an erotic novel, you have to be serious about the sex. A good erotic novel should highlight the characters sexual journey. The idea of journey assumes character growth, movement, and the progress the characters make in the story. Ideally the sex will take the reader somewhere and move things along in the story. “Why the heck are they having sex again?” That isn’t good in an erotic novel.

     Here are some publishers of romance and erotic romance:

     Publishers of Sensual Romance

       Harlequin Presents

     Silhouette Desire

     Pocket Books

     Leisure Lovespell

     Publishers of Erotic Romance

     Wild Rose-Scarlet Rose

     Siren Publishing

     Amber Quill-Amber Heat

     Red Sage Publishing

     I think both take a lot of effort to write. They should both be treated with respect because these stories come to life in an authors mind. Writing in any form is an art. I think it all come down to your comfort level and what you are willing to accept. I love reading a wide range of genres whether they are sweet or hot and steamy . They all have a place in the publishing industry. I hope you all enjoyed my take on sensual romance versus erotic romance. You never know, if you’ve never read one, try it you might like it. I will close with what some fellow authors had to say bout this topic.

    I think the difference between erotic romance and traditional romance (aside from the obvious erotic like GBLT/BDSM) is that in an erotic romance the sex cannot be omitted. It is a major driving force between the main characters.
April Dawn

    The purpose of romance is to touch the reader’s heart and stir emotions. The purpose of erotica is to create sexual feelings in the reader; to turn them on.

Connie Chastain

Tabitha Blake

Were Romance – There Romance.

Ok, I couldn’t help the little Young Frankenstein bit for my title, but really were romances are big right now. I’m in for Abbey MacInnis today, so I figured I would take a look at these fascinating romances and see what I can discover. There are a large number of books currently-and soon to be-published, about were romance.

Since this is such a large trend, I asked you all to tell me what you love about were romance. The obvious answers came of course… Sexy, hot, bad boy… This is very true, but isn’t it true of all bad boy romance? So let’s dig a little deeper shall we?

I love were books because in some ways you are getting 2 for the price of one. lol It is just something about a man that has fangs and claws that is kind of sexy.
Katie Dupuie

Well, you get a combination of hot man and man’s best friend, all rolled into one. A combination of vamp and beast. I can see that, plus they usually have those cool eyes. Got to love the eyes. Let’s see if we can go a little further into the world of fur and fangs.

There is something primal in were romance that is attractive.
Lisa V

Were romances are fun because they let you live on the wild side.

Mmm, now this is interesting to ponder. There is something primal and sexy about all that power so barely held in check. The idea that he is a wild beast, ready to sink his teeth into you-in the bedroom of course. Yum.

There is something infinitely sexy about a Shifter (Alpha or not!) who can show his tender side as well as his tough bad-boy persona.
Kari Thomas

I love how the werewolf will protect his loved one. He’ll do it in whatever shape is necessary and he never gives it a second thought.
Tracey D

Aha! The idea of a faithful and sweet lapdog that morphs into an equally faithful and sweet man is definitely appealing. Especially when that lap dog turns into a fierce watchdog when you are in danger. There is something about a man who not only wants to, but can protect you and your offspring. That is another primal need in women.

So there you have it. It’s all about primal need. There is something sexy about this beast meets vamp, meets man. He’s the best of all worlds. Plus he can show his sweet side, especially in wolf form. Last, but in no way least, he is ever protective of the woman he loves and his cubs. Everyone loves a beautiful and protective wolf who is sweet and loving with the woman he is protective (Ladyhawke, need I say more.)
I recommend that if you haven’t checked out the genre yet, that you check it out. You even have until Friday midnight CA time to enter the Monday Madness post and try to win a free copy of Discovering Her Wolfen Heritage.

If you love were romance, feel free to tell our readers more about why you love your furry bad boys.
April Dawn

Excerpt – A Soldier’s Return

Today we are featuring an excerpt from Ava Delany. I’m very excited about this one, because this is my critique partner’s first release. It just came out on January 8th with Breathless Press.
Since I personally critiqued each of the books in the series, I have to tell you that the whole Homecoming series (The Soldier’s Return, The Librarian’s Love, and The Wedding night) is hot. I have promised her an excerpt here for each of them, so keep an eye out for that.

The Soldier's Return
The Soldier’s Return

Wet with anticipation, Janelle waits in her sexiest attire. She longs for her husband’s return from deployment in Afghanistan. When he arrives, she has a surprise for him. But she isn’t the only one with something to share.

Will this homecoming be as fulfilling as she desires?
The key in the lock sent her pulse racing, and she stepped into the hallway, wanting to be the first thing he saw. The door opened. His finely pressed military uniform accentuated the thick muscles of his chest and arms. His dark hair and swarthy complexion gave him the appearance of an Arabic sheik, and she wanted to be his harem girl.

A loud thump reverberated throughout the room as he dropped the bags he carried. Ignoring his widening eyes, she jumped into his arms, pressing her warm flesh to him. Ron’s muscles rippled under her hands. He kicked the door closed behind them, and her lips covered his, her tongue desperate to discover the heat of his mouth.

The Soldier’s Return
4 diamonds
“Sexy as heck”
Got Erotic Romance

Why Do Women Find Vampires So Sexy?

I decided as a paranormal writer to tackle the question everyone is asking and scratching their heads about. Why are women so fascinated with vampires? Well vampires have always had a following, so it’s not a new trend. The difference is most vampire stories were told by men and they depicted the vampires as a blood sucking monsters. The vampire was known as evil, scary and repulsive. Then women writers decided to reinvent the vampire. They became suave, charming and the bad to the bone alpha males women are going crazy over. They are sexy, romantic, powerful and the ultimate bad boys.

Women have always been attracted to the bad boy type. What woman doesn’t like a guy in a leather jacket, tight jeans, and throw in a scar or two and you have the ultimate bad boy persona. That’s nothing new look at James Dean he was one of the first bad boys. Bad boys are the ultimate challenge, they do what they want, when they want and no one stands in their way. They are dark and mysterious, you never quite know where you stand with them. They keep it fun and exciting and just a little bit dangerous. Women want to tame the savage beast. For any woman to bring a man like that to his knees it must be love. I have to admit I love to read about a dominate alpha male. I like them strong and demanding. I think it is an escape from the norm and is the fantasy of many women now hooked on the vampire craze.

Women love a man who demands respect and oozes confidence. Vampires are the ultimate when it comes to power. They are physically stronger, faster and are hard to kill. The only way to kill a vampire is burn them or remove their head, they can survive almost anything. Women thrive on knowing their man can protect them and these guys are like Mac trucks. Don’t ever mess with a vampire’s mate if you plan to live to see another day. A vampire will gladly give his life to keep the woman he loves out of harms way. Women love a man that would be willing to die for them, it is the ultimate sacrifice.

Vampires are hopeless romantics, they cherish their women. They know how women want to be treated, but I guess when you have lived for hundreds of years there is plenty of time to figure it out. The thing about vampires is they have only one true mate. Not to say there haven’t been a long list of women in their life, but what do you expect from a man that is hundreds of years old? They can make the direst situation romantic that is true chivalry. How can you not fall madly in love with a man who has searched for hundreds of years for you? You are the only one that he wants to spend eternity with. One of the biggest pluses is vampires never cheat once bonded you are the only one they will ever want. Their love is eternal and knows no bounds. Women want a prince charming and the vampire comes quite close.

Here is what some of my fellow writers had to say about why women love vampires.

“There is something great that in all that time he has lived, you are the one he chose. Billions of women, and you are the one who drove him so crazy, he couldn’t live the next century without you. Know what I mean?”
April Dawn

“I think women are attracted to vampires because they are wild–untamed beasts, and women like to fantasize they are the one who can tamed the savage beast with their love. Or who knows, it could be because they secretly want to be turned so they will become immortal. Would save a whole lot of money on anti-wrinkle creams.”
Brenda Dryer

“It all goes back to the basic desire of women to tame that untamable bad boy. They are predators with strength, grace and immortality but I don’t think it’s only vampires we like as you can just as easily create a repulsive vampire as you can a repulsive human. Any male specimen that is strong (either emotionally and/or physically),sensual, and seductive, who has something that keeps him out of every woman’s reach, except “the one”, is going to appeal to readers on some level.”
Stacy messiah

“For me, a truly mesmerizing dark hero also has to have a sense of his own eternal isolation and even though he is hugely attracted to the heroine, he is torn by his need to possess and protect her.”
Jill Stone

“For me I think besides the obvious sexy part I think it’s the sense of a forbidden relationship. They have the attitude, I’ve been around for centuries, I know more than you, I’ve seen more, I’m immortal so I can do whatever the hell I want and you can’t stop me. Until he finds that one woman who undoes him and you see that even something so forbidden so supposedly evil can be redeemed. Oh and you can’t forget the blatant sexuality.”
Kaycee Kacer

So I don’t really think it is the vampire women are looking for it is the traits of the vampire they are after. Women want to be swept off their feet. They want a whirl wind romance. They search for a man that is strong and can give them the security to know he will always keep them safe. I think taming the bad boy is a challenge and adds a little bit of danger to the mix. As a writer my bad boy characters keep my books exciting and the heroine guessing what will happen next.

So what’s so bad about being powerful, almost immortal, always in control and incredibly desirable? Well according to a lot of vampire lovers nothing.

Tabitha Blake