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I'm resending this month's newsletter as it came to my attention the link to NOVEMBER'S CONTEST was incorrect. Sorry about that!! I'm giving an open invitation for leaf rakers. Come on over, day or night, LOL! It certainly is fall in Eastern Washington. Brrrr! My life can be most comical at times, often I just sit back and laugh at myself. For example... I was asked to perform a 4 Count Swing with my dance partner, Bill, at the Harvest Gala. So, all dolled up in a new dress (pictured below!) that twirled spectacularly, I was rushing to arrive at the ballroom on time. Yanking open my car door in high winds, I somehow managed to bash my forehead with the corner of the door. Ouch! I arrive at the dance, on time, with a gash on my forehead, and a huge, red goose egg!
I haven't watched the video yet, however; I was told I'd never danced so well. So now Bill would like to keep a hammer on hand for future performances! There are lots of contests sprinkled in the this month's newsletter, so read thoroughly (nothing like winning free gifts right before Christmas!). Special Holiday Season Contests!
Grand prize will be a mounted poster of your favorite Dominique Sinclair SECRETS cover (Choose from Volume 10, 12 or 20!) Other prizes will include autographed books, gift baskets, sexy surprises and much more!
PS! Since I will still be holding my regular Romantic Gift
Drawing, don't forget to click on the links in this newsletter to
enter to win this month's gift!
*** Jewel Stone~Dominique Sinclair's ROMANTIC GIFT DRAWING!! To find out if you're this month's winner of a FREE romantic gift, find the name hidden in {{brackets}} and if its your name, simply Email Jewel to claim your gift! Don't forget, everyone is eligible to win more than once, this is a random drawing of all names on my mailing list! *** As always, I love sharing my favorite authors with you. I hope you enjoy browsing the following author sites and hopefully adding some must haves to your TBR pile! (And don't forget, click on those links for extra chances to win that ROMANTIC GIFT DRAWING!!)
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How does a Christmas breakup look from a cat’s viewpoint? Noel, a calico cat who was almost born on Christmas, runs a gift and craft shop, Calico Country, with her human friend Lynn. It's almost Christmas, and Noel observes as Lynn breaks up with her boyfriend Jim. Lynn takes Noel to a mountain cabin to celebrate the holiday, and Jim follows in a snowstorm. Snowbound on your birthday with two humans who have a relationship to sort out is no easy task, but it is one that Noel handles with delightful insights and humor. Available from Wild Rose Press only $1.50! ***
Riley's Journey by P.L. Parker
The research project was only supposed to be for an extended period. No one
said anything about forever! So Rileys journey begins. Unknowingly sent back
40,000 years to be the mate of a man she had never before met, Riley
struggles to understand and adjust. Her journey will take her into a world
fraught with dangers - a world made more treacherous by savage beasts,
primitive Neanderthals, and the incursion of the aggressive Cro-Magnon man.
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Surrender by Dominique Sinclair An excerpt for your pleasure... “Lock it,” came his voice, low, commanding from somewhere in the room. Her hand trembled slightly as she pushed the inch thick deadbolt across the door, sliding the rod into the iron eye. A single track light above her suddenly flicked on, disorienting her with a flood of bright white light. She whirled, searching the darkness of the room, unable to see beyond the halo of light into the black veil. “Remove your clothes.” Madeline looked in the direction his voice came from. She saw only darkness, but felt the heat of his gaze on her, watching. Testing. Whittaker’s words came back to her, I won’t ask you to go over the line. To do anything but obey Sebastian would risk the entire operation, could put agents in jeopardy, their lives at stake. Her life at stake. If there was a chance she’d been made, if there was a chance Sebastian knew who she was, she needed to find out for sure. Which meant she had to continue forward in this dangerous game. She had to proceed as if nothing were wrong, pray she’d find a way out before the stakes got too high. Biting the corner of her lower lip, pulling her teeth slowly over the lobe, Madeline stepped into the role of seductress, tempest, her hand going to the top button of her damp blouse, fingers slipping the nubbin through the hole, moving down to the next until her shirt parted, revealing a slice of her from her throat to the waistband of her low riding jeans she’d changed into before boarding the train. “Where are you,” she asked, her voice as low as his had been, nearly a whisper lost in the blackness. “Shhh. Your clothes.” She slipped a foot out of her high-heeled sandal, stepped onto the cool concrete floor and removed the other, all the while searching for him. Taking her time, she unsnapped her jeans, slid down the zipper and pushed the denim to the floor, hands trailing her legs, over her calves, one foot, then the other. Folding the jeans, she turned and set them on the table beside the door, the scoop hem of her shirt brushing the elastic band of her French cut panties. She sensed him moving toward her before she heard the padding of his feet. She didn’t turn. Couldn’t. Her breath caught in her throat, expanding deep in her diaphragm. Would he wrap his hands around her throat again, this time choosing to take her life? “I missed you today,” he said, his voice still low, his accent soft. He lifted her wet hair, settled it over her shoulder, slid his hands beneath the collar of her shirt, lowering it down her arms until it fell away. Lowering his head, he kissed the back of her neck, soft, gentle. A shiver vibrated down her spine, nipples erecting beneath her lace bra. Madeline was unable to stop her body’s traitorous response, heightened by relief he meant her no harm. She’d worried for nothing, his driver just happened by as she waited for a taxi. Sebastian linked his hand with hers. “Come, let’s get you dry.” Following him out of the light, wearing nothing but her panties and bra, bare feet leaving the concrete floor to step on a thick, soft area rug, Madeline once again found herself being led into Sebastian’s sensual world where every word, every touch seemed a slow seduction. Deep into the room he paused at the bar to light a votive and pour a glass of fragrant red wine, holding it out to her until her fingers wrapped around the stem, then held it still. She lifted her gaze to look at his face, the glow of candlelight accenting the hard set of his jaw, his assessing eyes. Before she could determine his mood, he released his hold on the wine goblet, walked around her to disappear behind a room sized oriental screen and returned moments later with a thick terry robe, draping it over her shoulders. She took a sip of wine and inhaled the spice of his cologne lingering on the fabric of his wrap. “Perhaps now that you are warm and dry, you care to tell me where you went today.” Surely if he knew she was an undercover agent he would have called her out the moment she stepped into the room. Which meant the most he knew was she took a trip to D.C. The least, that she was outside the train station on a rainy night. Madeline would provide him no more and no less than necessary. Cocking a brow, she drew her finger around the crystal rim of her glass. “After the way you left last night, I didn’t think you cared.” He slanted his dark eyes. “Don’t try my patience.” “Excuse me?” She feigned dignified disgust, slamming her glass on the bar top. “I’m the one you ran out on, again. Your phone rings and off you go, to heaven knows where. You won’t tell me a thing about yourself, won’t tell me where you go, who you see.” Afraid to push him too far, to become a nagging lover he’d want to rid himself of, Madeline stopped animating her hands through the air, and stepped toward him, softening her expression as she ran her palm along the hard plane of his jaw, the tips of her fingers reaching into his soft wavy hair dusting his collarbone. Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed her mouth to his. “I can handle it, Sebastian,” she whispered. “I can handle it because I want to be near you. But I don’t have to like it.” Sebastian stared down at her, his body rigid, unyielding. Madeline wondered as the moment stretched on if she laid it on too thick, not thick enough, or if he saw straight through her lies, her deceit. “I do not allow people near me I can not trust,” he finally said, clasping her wrist and pulling her hand away. The band of his fingers increased pressure, his thumb deep into her pulse. “You’re hurting me.” Madeline twisted her hand to free herself. {{Barbara Knightly}} He spun her around, robe falling to the floor, and craned her arm behind her back like a beat cop would a punk kid selling dope on a street corner. “The thing about pain, it will eventually go away…” Secrets Volume 20 now available from Red Sage Publishing Check out Red Sage Publishing's new website, featuring electronic versions of all your favorite print Secrets Volumes and new e-books coming soon! |
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Crazy Christmas & Cash Contest! Win a pdf copy or paperback of Christmas Wishes and Holiday Kisses AND a $25 American Express Cash Card. Just go to Kelly McDonough and sign visitor’s page with e-mail address. Winner will be chosen second week in December.
Christmas Wishes and Holiday Kisses by Kelly McDonough Eliza is an angel
sent to earth to help a widowed father, his six-year-old daughter and
terminally ill mother. The assignment is to help this family, and she
will be able to be reunited with her own parents in Heaven. There is
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Saylym Winslow regains forgotten magical powers, but is determined to ignore them. No way is she a witch; magic brings nothing but trouble. But when Talon, Waken Prince and assassin of witches is assigned to terminate Saylym by stealing her soul, she discovers being a real, spell-casting witch is only the beginning of her problems. Talon is enchanted by Saylym's beauty and charm and refuses to do his duty. He is given a choice by the Powerful Waken Guild: Handfast with the trouble making witch to keep her in line or they will send Black Drayke, the most ruthless Waken assassin to hunt her down. Sparks fly in the bewitching, sexy battle of the sexes-with style! |
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The Dryads' Tower by Judy Mays For twenty long years, no druid has inhabited the tower in the dryad's valley, leaving them vulnerable to humans who'd cut down their trees. Finally, though, a mage who can protect their sacred grove has arrived seeking the magical knowledge the tower contains. Navaar isn't a druid but they've waited long enough. No children have been born to them in too long because a dryad's tree consort, after all, cannot sire her children. A human male is needed for that. The mage Navaar is perfect, for the night they captured and seduced him, three of the dryads became pregnant. Yes, Navaar is a worthy successor to the druid who left them so long ago. But then Navaar rescues a druidess from a Blood mage who'd wanted the tower for himself. Dylana, daughter of the durid who'd last inhabited the tower and a dryad mother, has returned to the place of her birth; and she wants the tower for herself, and no man, even if he is a powerful -- and enticing -- sex mage, is going to keep her from claiming it. Available from Changeling Press |
Merlicious 3 Anthology Sarah McIntyre's klutziness
could get her fired. Her last chance is a dinner function. Did fate
bring the stranger to her or bad luck? |
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Privy to Murder by
Carolyn Shenold Available from Eternal Press
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"A wonderful mix of romance and intrigue that will keep the reader turning pages until late into the night." ~Lori Soard, author of Finding Ms. Right
Sacred Ground by Rita Karnopp
Someone wants Brett Turner's land badly enough to sabotage him, and
he knows just who the culprit is: his neighbor, Willow Howling Moon.
They don't see eye-to-eye on anything. When their sons, who are best
friends, run away into the mountains just before a blizzard hits,
Willow and Brett have no choice but to go after them together. In the
course of the rescue, they discover an unexpected and unwelcome mutual
love. The realization that both their lives are in danger finally
convinces him she's not his enemy. This heartwarming love story is set
in Montana Gobble Gobble! The first person to send me a Myspace Friend Request will receive an SECRETS VOLUME 20 autographed postcard, bookmark and a gorgeous Sacred Ground T-Shirt! |
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FRANCINE ON FIRE by Sloan Taylor
Francine Daniels doesn't trust men. Not since two husbands and a con artist ruined her life. After years of struggle, during which she took back control and soared to new heights, there is no place in her plans for a German hottie. Even if she does burst into flames at his touch.
Heicke Brewer already made one disastrous trip down the aisle, and never plans to go that route again. He prefers the parade of international beauties lined up outside his bedroom door to enjoy his satisfaction guaranteed reputation. Until he meets an American pixie too hot not to handle.
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The Kilted Governess by Janet Quinn Short
stories about the characters - "An Honorable Profession" and "The
Incident." Available now from Amber Quill Press
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To Tame A Gambler by Nancy Pirri Western Ways with Nancy Pirri's story, 'To Tame A Gambler' In 1894, College Professor, John O'Connell arrives in Montana, having accepted his first teaching position as a college professor of agriculture. He meets seemingly shy Grace Morgan but discovers this 'Penny Dreadful' writer is anything but proper. n Ways Digest Available from Midnight Showcase
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French TART by Sloan Taylor
Determined to prove herself and shed her party girl image, Donatienne Dubois pins her hopes on the exclusive cooking school in Nice, France. One by one her expectations are shattered by a foul-mouthed parrot, a bogus Michelin chef, and a headmistress with a heart of tungsten steel. Her lifesaver is a bad boy hunk who sets her on fire.
Sebastien Reinard is incognito, hating every minute. To pose as a student while protecting a rich wild child is his version of hell, until he partners with the slice of Crème Brule good enough to eat.
Class takes on a whole new meaning as Doni and Sebastien heat up the kitchen when they discover honey has better uses than sweetening tea.
Available from Eternal Press (Click on the Erotica page!)
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Dear
Booklovers,
This
year I'll be celebrating the Holiday Season by hosting 3 month long
contests, giving away great prizes, and making new friends!
Put
a little ho-ho-ho into your holidays by playing "What's the Name of That
Christmas Carol?" Join THE PRICELESS GIFT author Anna Kathryn Lanier and
13 other writers in a grand game of carol identification, for a chance to win
one of 22 prizes. Start your scavenger hunt at Anna Kathryn Lanier's site and
follow the links there to the other participating authors.
CALICO COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
by Sharon K Garner
Love Myspace?! I'd love to have you as a friend: http://www.myspace.com/i_love_romance_novels
Jewel Stone http://authorjewelstone.com
Dominique Sinclair http://dominiquesinclair.com
Write: Jewel Stone 618 The Parkway, Richland, WA 99352
Email: jewel@authorjewelstone.com