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#Promo for Insatiable


A Sydney Rye Novel Book Three

Emily Kimelman

Dark Murder Mystery

ISBN: 1470136023

ISBN-13: 978-1470136024

Number of pages: about 320

Word Count: 75,000

Cover Artist: Autumn Whitehurst

Book Description:

ImageINSATIABLE is the third novel in my Sydney Rye Series of dark murder mysteries. This series feature a strong female protagonist and her canine best friend. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don’t mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

INSATIABLE begins with private detective Sydney Rye living a simple, disciplined life in London, but when a dangerous man from her past calls, Rye finds she cannot turn him away. Robert Maxim explains that the daughter of a powerful friend has gone missing and he wants Rye to find her. In exchange he offers her something she had given up hope of ever having; freedom from her past.

With her dog, Blue, at her side, Rye meets up with her new partner, a handsome man she’s not sure she can trust. Heading for Mexico City, they go undercover, posing as husband and wife. After meeting with the bereaved parents, Rye starts to sense that there is more going on than just a missing girl. But it isn’t until they arrive in the Yucatan Peninsula, hot on the girl’s trail in Paradise, that all hell breaks loose. Sydney has to reach out for help from old friends and deal with the consequences of her past, if she’s going to find the girl and keep them all alive.

Author Bio:

ImageEmily Kimelman lives on a boat in the Hudson Valley with her husband, Sean and their dog Kinsey (named after Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone). Kimelman has a passion for traveling and spends as much time as possible in the pursuit of adventure.

Her Sydney Rye series feature a strong female protagonist and her canine best friend. It is recommended for the 18+ who enjoy some violence, don’t mind dirty language, and are up for a dash of sex. Not to mention an awesome, rollicking good mystery!

Website/blog: https://emilykimelman.wordpress.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ejkimelman

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Thunder clapped and my lips trembled at the intense sound. My lips give me away. I’ve learned to lie with my eyes: to smile with them when I feel disgust; to make them sparkle when I feel dread. My lips though, they curl at those I distrust and sneer at those who repulse me. They cling to an older version of me. They still think they belong to Joy Humbolt.

The rest of me is entirely Sydney Rye. Sydney’s arms are strengthened from endless hours of pushups and tricep presses, her stomach is hard from crunches and side bends. And my legs, I use my legs to run. I don’t know who Sydney Rye would be if she didn’t run.

I tested the water in the tub, and finding it almost unbearably hot, eased into it. Water lapped at my clavicles. I let my eyelids close til my lashes kissed.

They started as a buzzing, like the sound of bugs against a window screen at night. The noise grew louder and I could make out individual words in the din. Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy it seemed to be twerping.

I sat up with a start in the cold bath. Water sloshed over the edge and I looked around wildly for a moment trying to recollect where I was. The honey and cream colored marble, the gold faucet, and my toenails painted sweet salmon pink. Mexico City, pretending to be Sydney Rye, pretending to be Melanie Franks.

I sat back in the tub but it was too cold so I climbed out. Wrapping myself in a big fluffy robe I walked back into the bedroom. Blane was where I left him, engrossed in paperwork. He glanced up at me and then back down at his notes. Blue lifted his head off the carpet and tracked me as I got underwear, socks and a sports bra out of a drawer and then walked to my suitcase to pull out jogging shorts, a tank top and my running shoes. Seeing the shoes Blue stood and came over to me. His tail wagging, he tried to follow me into the bathroom but I closed the door.

I changed quickly while preparing myself mentally for the physical challenge ahead. I loved to run but had trouble taking that first step. Blue was a great help with this as he had no problem getting out the door. Blue did not have half the problems I did. He woke up in the morning without an alarm, he ate perfectly balanced meals; Blue’s life was filled with easy discipline. Mine came at more of a price.

Out on the street the rain had stopped. I walked a couple of blocks just letting my body warm up to the idea of movement. It didn’t take long before I wanted to run. I started going a little faster, jogging gently past shop windows filled with pencil-thin, faceless mannequins posing in extraordinary fabrics. A woman teetering on stiletto heels while jabbering into her cell phone walked a small, white, curly-haired dog. The little dog strained against its pink halter, yapping at us. Blue’s head stayed straight and even with my hip. The little dog’s bark faded as we turned onto a side street filled with shade, the sticky sweet scent of flowers, and the soft whoosh of a breeze. My pace picked up as I tread on fallen bright purple petals. I felt my heart quickening as Chapultepec Park rose up ahead.

Crossing into the park, I began a sprint. A line of families waiting to enter the zoo watched us pass. Little arms shot out to point at Blue, whispers of “lobo” followed us.

I felt like I was flying. Not a thought entered my head only the joy of speed as I raced down an empty path. When my chest felt like it was on the verge of explosion and my legs were no longer communicating I slowed down. The path under my feet was a light sand. The trees around me bent and swayed in the gentle wind. I relished the shade and mild temperature, the occasional gust that helped cool me.

My body recovered quickly and I picked up my pace again. My first trainer, a man named Merl who Mulberry sent to me in Puerto Penasco, taught me not to, as he put it, “blow my load” at the beginning of a jog. I tried to keep my pace steady as Blue and I wandered down paths that wound past lakes, families picnicking on large green fields, and shrubs pruned into abstract shapes.

Coming off a shaded trail into an opening, I looked up against the sun and saw the back of six columns in a semi-circle. I raced up the steps, taking them two at a time (not thinking about Rocky, or at least trying to avoid the comparison). At the top I stopped to catch my breath. Turning away from the columns toward the city, I looked out over a large boulevard. It looked like it went on forever. I felt that the whole of the metropolis lay before me.


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The Life and Times of the Heir and the Keeper

A Caspian University Novel

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They say college is a lot of things; a haven, a four-year party, the place you met the girl – or guy – of your dreams. What they don’t tell you is, the best part of college is the drama YOU bring to the table! After all, that dirty little secret, that not-so-little white lie, and those texts you wish you could erase from cyberspace can’t stay hidden forever. At CU, someone’s always watching, and you better hope there isn’t a camera phone on hand when you get caught.

It’s the Spring Semester, but it’s not all fun in the budding sun for Jon and Franz. Follow them as they delve through the politics of secret societies, the inevitable drama of the F-word (that’s FAMILY, for the uninitiated), creepy Resident Advisors, creepier residents and girls who don’t always say what they mean. Who wouldn’t need two months to recuperate?

Cheers! And GL!

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ImageAbout the Author:

Etta King is the author of the Caspian University novels, a series chronicling the life and times of a group of wealthy teens who inevitably discover the various flavors of college drama. Etta writes from her personal experiences as a college co-ed and as the product of an all-girls prep school. Here she witnessed the very eccentricities and foibles which she depicts in her novels.

In a home filled with books, it was no surprise that Etta grew to be an avid reader, and that translated into writing when she was thirteen. She wrote simply for the fun of it, whatever would come to mind, from fantasy to thriller to romance, and shared her stories with her friends.

In 2010, at twenty-one and just as she was about to graduate from college, Etta began writing “The Life and Times of Elizabeth and the Duchess.” This was a story which had first taken shape in 2008, after her freshman year, but had been put on hold. With graduation looming, Etta recalled the characters, and the events which had inspired them, and took pen to paper. Literally, as Etta enjoys writing out her stories before typing them out. Soon the first book had been completed and the series was born.

“The Life and Times of the Heir and the Keeper,” comes as the sequel to “Elizabeth and the Duchess,” and serves as the second semester of these teens’ college saga. Etta is currently working on the third book, in what will be an eight-part series.

Etta King lives with her family in Westchester, New York.

Website: http://www.ettaking.com

Blog: http://www.ettaking.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Etta_King

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ElizabethandtheDuchess


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Guest Blogger Tom Mach

How I Came to Write An Innocent Murdered

One of the techniques I use, not only for An Innocent Murdered, but for other novels I’ve written as well, is to ask a key question: Whahut If? In the case of my murder mystery, I asked the question: What if a priest was thought to be a pedophile but wasn’t and what if he was killed because the media had already “convicted” him? This led me to another “what if” question: What if the case against a suspect was so strong that there seemed to be no possible way she could be innocent? And yet another question: How could someone else have done the crime in the face of such strong evidence against the suspect?

Those questions led me to my original draft for An Innocent Murdered, which I had first written in the 1990s. What compelled me to write this particular novel at that time was all the media publicity swirling about concerning priests who were accused of child molestation. I noticed that these few bad apples created incredible damage for priests in general—the vast majority of whom were God-fearing and loving men who never do such a thing. Yet the media appeared to paint them all with the same broad brush. That was totally unfair so I hoped my novel would open the eyes of people to the truth.

After setting my original draft aside for almost 15 years, I took a fresh look at it and had to change just about everything except the three main characters—the priest, the detective, and the person who was suspected of murder. When I sketched the outline for this novel, the skeletal part of the plot remained the same—there’s a murder of a priest, a suspect with strong evidence against her, and a detective who, at first, believes she is guilty but later has reason to think otherwise. Originally, I had the priest murdered in the first chapter, but then I asked myself if I were a reader, why would I care about this priest? I wouldn’t. It would be just another dead body. But I wanted the reader to care because this man was innocent of any wrongdoing. He was a good man. He truly cared about children. And I wanted to show that and not to tell that. Thus, the priest isn’t murdered until 12,000 words later. By that time, we know all about him—how he agonized over being falsely accused, how he felt when even another priest and nun scorned him, how he reminisced about sexual temptation as a teenager when another girl his age tried to seduce him.

When people ask me how I create a character, I tell them that I break some of the rules. I don’t use biographical sketches to force myself to create a character from scratch. I don’t agonize over all the physical characteristics of the person—the way he combs his hair into a bushy wave, the way her smile fades like an old painting, the way she wears her skirts so short you wonder how she hides her essentials when she sits, or the way he walks with a limp and has to rest after every block. Those physical attributes come out of my story anyway. What I try to do is to allow a movie to play in my head and as I “see” the characters acting and reacting to others and learn their hidden secrets deep in their minds, the characters come alive. Alive! I can’t really explain it unless I tell you how I created my first successful character in a historical novel I wrote called Sissy! My main character there was a 19th century woman named Jessica Radford. When I created this novel, I had an image of a 10-year-old slave girl crying out for her guardian angel whom she named Sissy. And I had an image of a young woman who went against the tide and insisted that all women be treated as equals with men—in 1862 !! I had Jessica so real that after a friend of mind asked me where Jessica was buried, I told him that she was a fictional character and he found it hard to believe. That’s how I knew I created a great character!

The other thing I had to do with An Innocent Murdered is to plant believable “red herrings” in the murder mystery. That is, there were others who could just as well have killed the priest. One in particular actually possessed the murder weapon itself! I had to plant clues in the novel which were so subtle that—when the reader finished the novel she would say to herself: “Aha, I should have known that all along.” Agatha Christie was a master at that, keeping you guessing until you got near the end of the book.

My novel involved two different locations—one was a mid-sized Kansas town (which is where I live) and the other was Chicago (where I was born and raised). I had the advantage of being intimately familiar with both towns so I felt comfortable in describing the scenes in my novel. For example, I was easily able to visualize where the abandoned rectory was in Chicago, even though I changed the name of the street, and I had a good sense where Rock Meadow, Kansas was (although a fictitious town) and where the police department would probably be located.

Even a contemporary novel requires research. I had to understand how a criminal investigation proceeds, how interrogations are made, and the importance of a flawless crime scene investigation. I had to know how long it would take for person to fly from Kansas City to Chicago, Illinois—as well as what airlines would fly there and what major hotels would be located not far from O’Hare airport.

As far as my writing routine is concerned, I rewrote the new draft of An Innocent Murdered in thirty days, using pressure exerted from the National Novel Writing Month (http://www.nanowrimo.org). But after those thirty days my novel was expanded from 55,000 words to 74,000 words and I spent the next several months editing it over and over until it was in great shape. I found that by collapsing the time frame on this book, I had to live continuously with this story—every day thinking about it, reworking it, coming up with revisions, so I think the artificial pressure I put upon myself help me craft a much better book.

This brings me to my last point. When a writer creates a novel, he should find great satisfaction in constantly rewriting it. There’s a certain delight in knowing, after your draft is completed, that you can now spend all of your time making your story much better than it was. You see things you haven’t noticed before. You notice omissions, you notice errors, and you notice room for improvement. The end result should be your best work. That’s what I hope An Innocent Murdered will prove to be.
“No, I understand. Do you think Matt and I can have access to the former rectory? We’d like to look around.”
“Well, I guess not, but why in the world would you want to look around over there?”
Matt showed him his badge. “It’s part of an investigation we’re doing on the murder of that child.”
“By all means, check it out.” He opened a desk drawer and took out a key attached to a plastic tag. “Here, take this.”
Matt pocketed the key and was about to leave when the man stopped him.
“That place is haunted, you know,” the old man said.
Tom Mach wrote two successful historical novels, Sissy! and All Parts Together, both of which have won rave reviews and were listed among the 150 best Kansas books in 2011.Sissy! won the J. Donald Coffin Memorial Book Award while All Parts Together was a viable entrant for the 2007 Pulitzer Prize Award. He also wrote a collection of short stories entitled Stories To Enjoy which received positive reviews. Tom’s other novels include: An Innocent Murdered, Advent, and Homer the Roamer.

His poetry collection, The Uni Verse, won the Nelson Poetry Book Award. In addition to several awards for his poetry, Writer’s Digest awarded him ninth place in a field of 3,000 entrants. His website is: http://www.TomMach.com He also has a popular blog for writers of both prose and verse at http://tommach.tumblr.com

Book Blurb:
Father O’Fallon has been murdered, and police officer Jacinta Perez is arrested and charged. Detective Matt Gunnison, however, is not convinced and with the help of Susan, an ex-nun, he discovers a fascinating link between the priest’s death and the death of a child 25 years ago. Will Matt be able to solve both murders? See video: http://t.co/H1siZOg



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A New Dawn Book One by Aubrie Dionne

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Title: Paradise 21

Author: Aubrie Dionne

Genre: Sci-Fi Romance

Length: Novel

Release Date: August 2011

ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-02-2

Mobi ISBN: Coming soon!

Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-03-9



Book Blurb:

Paradise 21

Aries has lived her entire life aboard mankind’s last hope, the New Dawn, a spaceship traveling toward a planet where humanity can begin anew—a planet that won’t be reached in Aries’ lifetime. As one of the last genetically desirable women in the universe, she must marry her designated genetic match and produce the next generation for this centuries-long voyage.

But Aries has other plans.

When her desperate escape from the New Dawn strands her on a desert planet, Aries discovers the rumors about pirates—humans who escaped Earth before its demise—are true. Handsome, genetically imperfect Striker possesses the freedom Aries envies, and the two connect on a level she never thought possible. But pursued by her match from above and hunted by the planet’s native inhabitants, Aries quickly learns her freedom will come at a hefty price.

The life of the man she loves.


“Might as well stay here and make camp for the night.”

His casual tone stung her composure. How could he talk of such mundane things when they’d almost been captured, when she’d touched him so tenderly?

“We’ll let them get farther away,” Striker explained, reasonable as always. “We’re going in their direction tomorrow.”

The sting of rejection grew, burning a hole in her heart. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Her lips trembled. “Why not kiss me like you did before?”

“I can’t.” He shook his head, and the air cooled between them; so much so, Aries wondered if the desert had turned into deep space.

He’d teased her with such affection before, it was cruel to take it away. “I don’t understand,” she said, wishing she didn’t care, wishing she could stop all the emotions he’d started in her heart.

Aries caught a glimpse of pain etched in the wrinkles around his eyes. Striker turned away and started pulling supplies out of his backpack. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Striker shook his head and Aries prompted, “Can’t kiss me, can’t trust me? What?”

“I can’t allow myself to get tangled up with someone. Not again.”

The thoughts of Striker with another woman confused her. On the New Dawn, everyone had one lifemate and that was it. “You mean you loved someone before?”

Striker’s hand tightened on the backpack. “I trusted someone a long time ago, allowed myself to love, if you will. She hurt me so much I lost my entire life and ended up here. I can’t experience that kind of pain again.”

Aries clasped her hand over her heart. “I’m so sorry.”

He waved her apology off as if it meant nothing. “It’s a tough world, Aries. And it’s dangerous to love. If I were you, I’d keep my heart well-guarded, because you never know when it will affect your decisions, when it will make you weak.”

Aries couldn’t take his advice. Watching him talk about his past made her realize she’d already given up her heart.

He had it.


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About the Author:Aubrie Dionne

Aubrie is an author and flutist in New England. Her stories have appeared in Mindflights, Niteblade, Silver Blade, A Fly in Amber, and several print anthologies including Skulls and Crossbones by Minddancer Press, Rise of the Necromancers, by Pill Hill Press, Nightbird Singing in the Dead of Night by Nightbird Publishing, Dragontales and Mertales by Wyvern Publications, A Yuletide Wish by Nightwolf Publications, and Aurora Rising by Aurora Wolf Publications. Her epic fantasy is published with Wyvern Publications, and several of her ebooks are published with Lyrical Press and Gypsy Shadow Publishing. When she’s not writing, she plays in orchestras and teaches flute at Plymouth State University and a community music school.



Check out Aubrie’s next stop at She Who Blogs Behind The Rows, October 28, 2011.

Keep up with the whole tour by clicking on the banner at the top, or by clicking here. Each pictures takes you somewhere different!

Come back November 20, 2011 when I do an interview, and book review of this great new title!


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Halloween is Near, Is There Something to Fear?

scary houseSpooktacular giveaway hopA friend of mine asked my baby boy, just 16 months old, what he’s going to be for Halloween. The first thought that popped into my head, was “Crap! That’s next weekend.” We have a party to go to and I haven’t even thought about what to dress my three children up as, let alone my own costume. I know, talk about procrastination. Yes, I am that, to the point that I’ll be late for my own funeral. However, the reason I haven’t considered the upcoming holiday, one of my favorite times of year, is because I just got married.

As a romance writer, I love a good love story. Yesterday was just as I’d write in a book. Right

Justyn and Sara Tiblier

Justyn and Sara Tiblier

down to the things my husband said while we stood next to a john boat, in the freezing cold. I started to cry and realized I’d never once made my heroines act like that when they were told such wonderful things as “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” or “you saved me.” The story I’m working on now doesn’t call for such emotion as it’s more erotica than romance but I will be using this real life experience to fuel my characters for some time to come.

Now that the wedding is over, it’s time to get back to reality and plan yet another fun party. My son wants to be a Transformer, and I will probably be a Greek Goddess. I came up with a wonderful idea today for my daughter and baby son. Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffettand the spider who sat down beside her! Leave it to a writer to get fuel from a story. 🙂

How do you get ideas for costumes? And what’s your favorite part of Halloween? Besides the year round supply of candy, of course.

Be sure to follow my blog and comment for your chance to win a free e-book copy of my new paranormal romance, Heart Over Mind.

Happy Halloween! 

Check out the Spooktacular Giveaway Hop hosted by I Am A Reader, Not A Writer & The Diary of a Bookworm. There’s over 428 blogs participating, meaning everyone should have a chance to win something! What are you waiting for? Head on over and check it out. This hop runs from Oct 24th-Oct 31st. Winner from my blog will be announced by Nov 3rd. Have fun!

About the Author: Sara Trimble

Sara Trimble is a romance author with one romance novel published and another novel in the final revisions process. She also has a collection of over eighty short stories stored away. She works as a columnist with Night Owl Reviews, conducting interviews with best-selling authors and reviewing their books. She is also a reviewer for Night Owl Reviews, as well as Fallen Angel Reviews. She also writes a bi-monthly article for Nocturne Reads.

She resides in West Tennessee, with her husband and family. The mother of 5, she’s proud to be a good ole’ Southern Belle. When she’s not giving in to the wily whims of her Muse, her children or her mischievous Beagle, Sara enjoys spending time at the river with friends, fishing, and hanging out on the Mississippi Coast with her in-laws, listening to stories of days gone by.

Sara enjoys country music, simple life, gravel roads, nature, and sitting on the porch swing under a blanket of stars listening to the crickets sing. Sara’s stories often have elements of romance, paranormal, and/or fantasy. She loves taking readers on a magical journey that she hopes they’ll never forget. Her sense of humor has often been referred to as twisted.

She likes to include her own brand of sarcastic humor and flirty wit in each of her stories. When creating short stories, she ventures out of her comfort zone of romance in an attempt to broaden her writing horizons. She is always trying to further her knowledge of writing techniques.

Connect with Sara:

Facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/authorsaratrimble

Website: http://www.saratrimble.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/youngmomx3

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/saratrimble

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Guest Post with Caridad Pineiro

Today, I’m being visited by one of my favorite authors, Caridad Pineiro. I’ve loved her books since I started reading the Nocturne series. I hope everyone enjoys reading her post.


People always wonder about how you get ideas for a book and there isn’t really any kind of

Lost by Caridad Pineiro

Lost by Caridad Pineiro

answer. Sometimes I’m writing one book and a character starts screaming in my ear that they have a story to tell.

For example, I was busy writing a book several years ago and this character – a very push hard-edged female – kept intruding on the novel that was due. She was really insistent and I could not get her out of my mind. Before I knew it, I had set aside the other story to deal with her. Before I knew it, FBI Agent Diana Reyes was born and within just a week, I had the start of the book that would become DARKNESS CALLS.

Something similar happened when I started to write MORE THAN A MISSION. MISSION was part of a series for Harlequin and so I had the basic premise for the story, but I suddenly found myself creating an entire history for the heroine and her town. The location in particular really added lots of flavor to the story because the small town in which the story was set was very old and had lots of unusual traditions. That really helped to make the story special and to this date MISSION is one of my favorites.

In THE LOST, the main characters, Adam and Bobbie, were as demanding as Diana Reyes, especially Bobbie. I knew she was emotionally and physically wounded, but strong. I wanted a story that would really help show that strength and inspire others somehow. But I knew it was going to be a paranormal story and I had to think of paranormal elements which would help highlight both her wounds and her strength.

Since Bobbie had already been at war and did not want to go there again, it seemed that forcing her to endure another battle for something that was really important to her – namely Adam – was the way to show her growth and how she tapped her inner strength to overcome her emotional wounds.

But I also wanted to heal her physical wounds and after having lots of ideas rattling around in my head, the idea of a race of people who could either heal or kill with a touch came to me. Building on that, I slowly developed the mythology of the Hunters and shaped the world in THE LOST.

So if you’re a writer and wondering where inspiration will come from, the best answer is that it comes from all kinds of different places for all your different stories. There is no wrong or right way and sometimes the ideas come in the most unusual ways, but that’s okay. Each story and character will speak to you and help you find the best way to tell their story!


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Guest Post with Nina Pierce

Today is Day 1 of my very first blog tour. Nina Pierce has bravely decided to take the first slot and I hope this does her proud. Everyone be sure to comment for your chance to win a prize. And be sure to check out this blog every day for the next two weeks for more authors. I’ll be returning the favor by visiting with Nina tomorrow so y’all be sure to check that out as well.
Nina Pierce
Nina Pierce

It’s Like … Magic

Guest Post by Nina Pierce

I’m a very visual person, which is really rather funny since my vision is not correctable to 20/20. Yet, very much like a man, it’s seeing something that stimulates emotion for me. So much more than a sound or a smell, the sight of a beautiful sunset, a vibrant painting, a handsome face, a lickable torso, a nekk…(oh, sorry, I got carried away for a moment), or a romantic photo, all of them create a visceral response.

So it’s no wonder when I write that I “see” the story unfolding in my mind like a movie. I can visualize the setting and the characters moving and reacting within that setting. What’s so fun for me is playing around with the details as I write. It never ceases to amaze me how one word changes everything or creates a detail within the readers’

Let’s take a look at a scene from my sexy romantic suspense “Deceive Her With Desire” …

Stepping onto the beach, Ayden rolled his head and stretched the muscles of his neck. The sentence is perfectly adequate. It tells you exactly what the hero is doing. But adding a few details adds dimension.

Stepping off the path onto the small beach bathed in moonlight, Ayden rolled his head and stretched the taut muscles of his neck. Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. He’d walked a path at night and since he’s stretching taut muscles we can assume he’s under stress.

We know he’s on a beach, how about a little more information to orient the reader and immerse them in the scene? He heard nothing but the surf rolling as the salty breeze blew softly. 

Okay, so we’ve added a few details about the setting. But what of our hero? What’s he thinking? How’s he feeling? Add more details about Ayden to help the reader understand what the hero is experiencing. He forced his
heart rate to slow in time with the rhythmic wash of the ocean. The sound of the surf rolling ashore drowned out the last strains of the party’s pounding rock music. This he could enjoy.
Ah, he’s come from a party he wasn’t enjoying and he’s walking along the beach to ease his tension. Now we’re really discovering something about our hero.

One last sentence giving more description of his surroundings and Ayden’s motivation for taking a walk will complete the paragraph. He breathed deep, letting the pungent taste of the salt air replace the bitter flavor of remorse. Refocused, he headed down the beach. Remorse? He was regretting something and took a walk to let it
go? And there’s the magic, dropping in little details that have the reader asking questions and hopefully turning pages to discover what’s making a character act the way they do. 

So, what pulls you into a story that you’re reading? What sense triggers the greatest emotional response for you? Anyone leaving a comment will be entered to win a complete set of Nina’s romance trading cards.

Deceive Her With Desire
Deceive Her With Desire

A woman determined to protect her heart…

Landscaping in Delmont, Maine hasn’t been DEIRDRE TILLING’s only passion. Up until two months ago, it had included a live-in lover. Jilted for the third time in as many years, Deirdre’s decided to give up on love. With her feet firmly planted on the path of one night stands, she finds herself heating up the sheets with a dark haired stranger she met at her new employer’s party. But one night with the man who is both sexy as hell and compassionate, may not be enough.

An agent hell bent on proving himself…

DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT, has a lot to prove after a disastrous drug bust in Miami three years earlier that left a member of his team dead. Working undercover as lead investigator, he’s determined to bring down an elusive drug cartel smuggling heroin into central Maine. He’ll use any means necessary to complete his objective, including sleeping with the suspected drug Lord’s landscaper, Deirdre. He just hadn’t expected the feisty redhead to be so much more than long legs and dangerous curves.

One night neither of them can forget…

Deirdre and Ayden both thought one sexually explosive romp in the sack would be the end of their relationship. But Deirdre’s arrest for heroin possession and her father’s near-fatal heart attack prompts Ayden to confess his true identity. When Deirdre is kidnapped by the drug cartel and used as a pawn, Ayden is forced to choose between his
heart and his mission. The question is…who will survive his decision?


Ayden barely remembered his father. A Boston cop, he’d been killed in the line of duty when he was only four. His mother had worked herself to death holding down three jobs while trying to bring up two rambunctious boys in the heart of the city. His little brother, Thomas, had suffered the same fate as their
father. Ayden knew heartache when he saw it.

“I’m sorry, Deirdre.” His hand found its way to her cheek of its own accord. She was warm and soft and smelled like spring flowers, and his lips melted into hers before he thought about the consequences of his actions.

He set his tumbler on the coffee table and took the wineglass out of her hands, placing it next to his. His mouth tangled with Deirdre’s as her lips grew pliant against his. Their breathing came out in ragged hitches, and he laid her back on the couch. A heady mixture of wine and flowers filled his senses. His
tongue danced with hers as he teased it in and out of her mouth. He dipped in to taste, then retreated to feel the silky heat of hers sampling him.

He wound his fingers in her hair, enjoying the silky strands tumbling down his arms. He wanted her. Not just any woman, not Jameson’s bimbo, but this woman. Jameson. Damn. Ayden pulled back abruptly.

“Deirdre, I’m sorry.” He sat up and swiped the taste of her away with the back of his hand. “I don’t know
what came over me.” Actually, he knew exactly what had taken over. The pressure building behind his fly was evidence of exactly where he’d expected to go.

His intentions hadn’t been honorable when he’d driven her here. Before she’d gotten out of her little Toyota, she’d been an informant, albeit an unknowing one, but an informant nonetheless. The woman panting next to him, with lips swollen from his kisses, had suddenly become a person. She had a family and sorrow, and who cared if she could give him a complete dossier on Jameson. He couldn’t use her that way. She seemed so emotionally raw at the moment. It would be insensitive of him to take advantage
of her.

Sometimes he hated how the moral high ground left you nothing but empty and alone.


“Deirdre, I want you to know—”

Her soft lips found his and he nearly fell backward from the force of the impact of her body against his.

“I don’t care what your motivation is.” Deirdre pulled his bottom lip between her teeth. “You know, right now, I don’t care about much.” She nibbled her way to his ear, her breath heating his blood. “I won’t ask you to call me tomorrow or the next day. I don’t want anything but now, and what we can do for each other.”


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Nina Pierce is an award-winning author of erotic romance. Her stories fall in all genres from contemporary to paranormal. When she’s not sitting at her computer creating stories of lust and love, she’s spending time with her real life hero and husband of twenty-seven years, her three adult children and several cats who consider her “staff”.  You can keep up with all her latest books on her website (http://www.NinaPierce.com) or her blog (http://www.NinaPierce.com/blog)  or follow her on twitter (http://www.twitter.com/ninapierce) and Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/author.nina.pierce)


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