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WOOHOO! Crimson Rose Line, Here I Come

Ex-Ray Cover I was notified the other day that The Wild Rose Press would like to publish Ex-Ray, a romantic suspense novel.  It’s way different than the usual Claire Croxton works you’ve seen.  I’m excited about this opportunity because not only is The Wild Rose Press an awesome publisher, but I get to work with Ally Robertson of the Crimson Rose line of TWRP.  This means I’ll be published under the Champagne Rose line–contemporary romance, the Scarlet Rose line–erotica  (as Luna Zega,) and now the Crimson Rose line for romantic suspense.

This is NOT the official cover of Ex-Ray, but one my talented friend, Casey Cowan created.  He’s with Oghma Creative Media if anyone needs covers, banners, websites or editing, Oghma is the place to go.

This is the blurb of the book:

The isolation of Alaska’s arctic is the perfect place to hide. But you can’t outrun your past. Maggie Shaw flees an abusive husband and assumes a new life as Anne Sutton, a 911 emergency dispatcher. Her husband, Ray Malloy, a meth-dealing, dirty cop with a vicious temper and a powerful right hook, is determined to find her and the three million in drug money she stole. Using her computer hacking skills, Anne is able to stay one step ahead of Ray until he goes off the grid. Even though she lives her life with the constant threat of discovery, she’s eventually able to form deep friendships and even falls in love again—with Joe Carducci, the new cop in town. When Ray shows up in Barrow, Anne must overcome her fears to protect her friends from Ray’s violence.

 

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Shakespeare, Dickens and the Song of Solomon

Shakespeare, Dickens and the Song of Solomon.

Santorini Sunset Now Available on Kindle

Now available on Amazon!

Santorini Sunset is now available on Kindle!  Buy it now. It’s a light, fluffy romance filled with humor, sarcasm and lots of steamy sex. It’s the perfect beach read.

BLURB: Caroline Clayton’s sister, Gabriella, is getting married . . . to Caroline’s former fiancé, Albert. Instead of drowning her sorrows in a vat of ice cream, Caroline recruits her sultry co-worker, Raul Sobrevilla, to be her wedding date. Showing up with Mr. Hotter Better Sexier has the desired effect. Both Gabriella and Albert are jealous and Caroline’s mother is speechless for the first time in history. Even Caroline’s dad is happy with that result. Raul Sobrevilla hired on at Synergy so he could work with the best, Caroline. When she asks him to attend the wedding in Santorini, Greece, he sees it as an opportunity to prove to her that he’s her perfect partner both at the office and in the bedroom.

 

 

EXCERPT:

A simple, knee-length, black dress with a plunging neckline was my choice for the cocktail reception. Black pumps and a strand of pearls completed the look. I felt comfortable in my dark, gothic dress. Maybe I had latent vampire tendencies—Raul’s neck was very tempting.

I sat at the bar thumbing through the plenary session schedule, drinking a cosmopolitan when Hiroyuki Watanabe strolled up to me. As strong and warrior-like as a Samurai of old, and as hip and stylish as any anime, Hiroyuki and I haphazardly dated when I lived in Japan. Until Albert and I were engaged, we had a same-time-next-year arrangement centered on the annual conference.

He pulled me out of my chair into a giant hug. “Konbanwa,” he muttered into my hair. He was warm and smelled like spicy oolong cha. For a second, I let myself melt into his embrace and inhale.

I pushed him away. “Konbanwa, yourself,” I said, smiling. “It’s good to see you.”

As I sat in my chair I felt his hot gaze on me. I looked up to see him studying my left ring finger.

“You’re not so liberated that you kept your maiden name and refuse to wear a wedding ring, are you?” He sat next to me and ordered whiskey.

“I’d wear a wedding ring, if I had one, but the name stays the same. Caroline Clayton. Can’t beat that.”

“What do you mean, if I had one?”

“I didn’t get married.” I took a swig of my cosmopolitan.

Hiroyuki’s eyes widened and his face lit with a huge smile. He wagged his eyebrows. “Does that mean we can get back to our little arrangement?”

“Hiroyuki. I just told you I didn’t get married and all you can think about is sex?”

“Well, yeah.” He looked at me confused. “Oh. Sorry. Are you okay? Brokenhearted? I can comfort you through that if you need.”

I laughed. Hence our previous haphazard dating routine. Smart, funny, great in bed, but compassion, understanding and empathy were nonexistent in his body chemistry.

He interpreted my laugh as an invitation and moved in for a kiss. I held up my hand. “Whoa there,big boy, I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Come on, Caroline. Broken engagements are great for makeup sex.”

“How do you figure that? We weren’t engaged.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be making up for all the great sex you missed while betrothed.”

“Oh my God. I stepped right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” He leaned forward, attempting another kiss, to which I was going to surrender. After all, I did refuse the first offering and I didn’t want to hurt the guy’s feelings. Seconds before his lips touched

mine, he was yanked away.

I opened my eyes to see Raul holding Hiroyuki by the collar.

“Caroline, are you okay?” he asked.

Hiroyuki slammed his elbow into Raul’s rock hard stomach. Raul didn’t even flinch.

“Of course, I’m okay, Raul! This is my friend. We worked together when I lived in Japan. Let him go.”

“Oh sorry,” he said insincerely. He loosened his grip on Hiroyuki who turned and looked at Raul his eyes glaring with anger.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Hiroyuki demanded.

“Caroline’s date. Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand to Hiroyuki.

Hiroyuki stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I’d already lied to my family, friends and co-workers, might as well add lying to former lovers to the list. Besides, if we couldn’t pull off our fake dating scam at a conference, how would we manage at a

wedding?

“Raul Sobrevilla, I’d like to introduce you to Hiroyuki Watanabe. Hiroyuki, this is Raul.”

In deference to each other’s cultures, they shook hands and bowed to one another.

“Sorry about the misunderstanding, man,” Raul apologized. “You know how it is with Caroline. Every time we go somewhere, she’s accosted by leering men. She’s hard to keep out of trouble.”

Over the course of the three seconds it took to get the situation resolved, Raul and Hiroyuki went from feuding foes to bosom buddies. Male bonding never made sense to me.

“Oh, I know. Did she tell you about the incident

in Thailand?”

Raul’s eyes lit with curiosity.

“No! We’re not going to try this,” I declared.

Hiroyuki held up his drink and said to Raul, “I’ll get with you later.”

 

 

Mark Your Calendars!

Tomorrow, I’ll be hosting fellow The Wild Rose Press author, Amie Louellen.  She has two books published with TWRP, Brodie’s Bride and Love Potion Me, Baby.  She’ll be here discussing her latest release, Love Potion Me, Baby. It sounds like a laugh riot!  You don’t want to miss it.

So drop by tomorrow and see what Amie Louellen has to say!

 

 

I’m a Guest on Sarah Grimm’s Blog Today

Fellow Wild Rose Press author, Sarah Grimm,  and I sat down for a little chat the other day. Check out the result on her blog At the Keyboard.

For all you romance readers, be sure to answer the two questions posed at the end of the interview. I’m dying to know.

Thanks to Sarah for her time and support!

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Santorini Sunset Book Cover

Santorini Sunset Book Cover.

Santorini Sunset Book Cover

I posted this on Facebook the other day, but forgot to add it to my blog. I’m very excited to announce that The Wild Rose Press has issued another cover for Santorini Sunset. I’d gotten used to the original, but the revised version is soooooooooooooo much better.

Take a look and let me know what you think:

AVAILABLE MAY 18, 2012

 

original cover

Revised cover--I think it looks like a Harlequin cover from the 1970s


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blurb: Caroline Clayton’s sister, Gabriella, is getting married . . . to Caroline’s former fiancé, Albert. Instead of drowning her sorrows in a vat of ice cream, Caroline recruits her sultry co-worker, Raul Sobrevilla, to be her wedding date. Showing up with Mr. Hotter Better Sexier has the desired effect. Both Gabriella and Albert are jealous and Caroline’s mother is speechless for the first time in history. Even Caroline’s dad is happy with that result. Raul Sobrevilla hired on at Synergy so he could work with the best, Caroline. When she asks him to attend the wedding in Santorini, Greece, he sees it as an opportunity to prove to her that he’s her perfect partner both at the office and in the bedroom.

Excerpt:

He sat up in the chair and reached for my
hand. “I love you, Caroline. I can’t believe I
dumped you for Gabi. You’re so much more
woman than her.”

“Yes, I know. You’ve pointed that out on several
occasions.” I didn’t think he was referring to my
girth, but I never knew with him.
“I was a fool. Led on by the promise of tender,
thin thighs. I was vain enough to be flattered by the
attention of someone as beautiful as Gabi. Now I
know what they mean about surface and inner
beauty. You’re the true beauty, Caroline.”
“For God’s sake, Albert. Listen to yourself. You
aren’t capable of giving me a compliment. What
makes you think you love me?”
“I just gave you a huge compliment.” He looked
at me confused.
“Saying you were flattered by the attention of
my skinny sister and that I have inner beauty is not
a compliment. Trust me! That’s almost as bad as
saying I have ‘such a pretty face.’”
“But you do.”
“Dammit, Albert, stop before I deck you.” My
tone startled him. “You are about superficial outer
beauty and care about what people think. You need
a trophy wife to make yourself feel good. You have
the depth of a Florida snow.” He looked at me totally
dumbfounded by my analogy. “Snow in Florida. Not
very deep. Melts quickly. Give me a break. I’m
working under pressure here.”
“That’s what I love about you. You can make
analogies, even if no one understands them.” He
reached for me again.
“No!” I yelled at him. Apparently, it was louder
than I thought because Raul was in the room
instantly.
“Oh great. Ricky Ricardo to the rescue.” Albert
sneered.