Sunday, January 31, 2016

That Unforgettable Kiss - Award-winning book by Tamara Ferguson @Tammysdragonfly #mgtab


That Unforgettable Kiss

Tamara Ferguson

Sucking in an unsteady breath, he hastily forced his eyes back up to her face. Damn, she was lovely. Although her chin stuck out stubbornly, her well-defined cheekbones and an upturned nose somehow seemed delicate in her heart-shaped face. And that mouth...well...rosy-pink, her upper lip was slightly plumper than the lower.

Apparently noticing the intensity of his gaze, Kate turned, with widened eyes, curiously searching his face.

And then she caught her breath.

Immediately drawn in by her gaze, Murphy stilled, mesmerized by the darkened depths of her beautiful blue eyes.

“Damn it, Kate,” he whispered, hoarsely. Reaching over, Murphy yanked her into his arms.

Kate gasped.

And his mouth covered hers.


Feeling the hot slick glide of Michael’s tongue against hers, Kate’s head was reeling when she kissed him back. Just a kiss, she mentally swore. But kiss was far too simple a word to call this powerful connection that simply rocked her world. Surging through each and every nerve in her body, she could feel his kiss all the way down from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

She hadn’t expected this. Usually, she couldn’t even stand being held – it was confining and restrictive. But when Murphy drew her against him, every bit of resistance fled. When he deepened his kiss, the heat of it melted away the last rational thought still left in her head. Sinking up against him, the burning pleasure was almost unbearable. Breathtaking and pulsating, the kiss went on and on.

And on.

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Friday, January 29, 2016

An excerpt from "Perfect for Him" Another in the collection - A Touch of Passion @suzannejenkins3 #atop

Suzanne Jenkins

Perfect for Him Excerpt

That night as she undressed, she felt strong enough to look at her wound. Following her usual routine, she took a shower without looking in the mirror. But when she got out, she changed her normal procedure and stood at her sink. A mirror ran the length of the wall, and as she prepared to examine her body for the first time post-surgery, she began by looking at the survivor. Trying to look at her breast as she would her arm or her nose was impossible; breasts were icons of worship. Women went to great lengths to make them larger and perkier. After a certain age, they gladly submitted to torture to keep their breasts safe by having a yearly mammogram. Gradually, she moved her eyes across to the other side, the affected side. It wasn’t as bad as she feared.

Andy did a nice job; left behind, a slender pink thread traveling from the right side of her sternum diagonally across her chest to almost her side. She disliked referring to it as a wound or a scar, chest was probably more appropriate, but so androgynous. She wanted a word that would describe where my breast used to be.

Later that night, she told Jason about looking and surviving the experience. She hated that she didn’t have a word for what was left behind.

“Are you ready to show me your booby?” he whispered. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled. Jason loved her; he’d been serious when she needed it, and jovial when she longed for it, after everything she’d gone through. Continuing to try to keep akin to her lead, he must have felt she needed levity right then. And by referring to what was still there, it took the focus off what was missing.

“Booby?” she asked, shy.

“You know. I haven’t seen it for a while.”

“I guess I can show you,” she said, nervous, frightened. She knew him well. His response now had more power than she should allow it to have, but he was her husband. Jason’s reaction could make it or break it for her. They stood apart from each other and she reached up to unbutton her pajama top. She pulled her left arm out first, carefully guiding her right arm out of the sleeve, gently because it was still sore from the lymph node dissection. He didn’t’ reach out to help her, watching her undress. It was an act of his will, letting her do it alone.

“Unhooking my bra is still a little tough,” she said, reaching behind. She let the straps fall down her arms, the right cup weighted down by the prosthesis fell to her waist. Harley watched

Jason’s eyes, his facial muscles stiffening as his eyes stayed focused on the right side of her chest, where a nice round breast used to be. Flushed, the color worked its way up his neck and over his cheekbones, his black hair shining, one lock over his forehead giving him the appearance of a young boy. He grasped the bra and threw it on the bed, falling to his knees; he buried his face in her midriff. His body began to shake and she knew then, he was brokenhearted.

That night, they made love again for the first time in weeks, and Harley let him kiss the place where there was once a breast.


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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Read an excerpt from this beautiful story called Seduction by @AuthorLTaylor #atop

 SEDUCTION (Book #1 - Love at the Beach)


“How did you find me?” Maggie asked.
“Peterson. He wasn’t too thrilled about it.”
She flinched visibly.  “The head of Diplomatic Security at State? A truly sensitive and compassionate man.”
He did not acknowledge her sarcasm.  He knew Peterson to be a single-minded, exceedingly zealous bureaucrat.  Nothing further needed to be said about him, but Noah had had plenty to say to him in recent weeks.  He and his people had violated the laws of decency and the land, not to mention Maggie’s civil rights, State Department employee or not.
“I’m surprised you bothered.  Knowing me certainly won’t enhance your reputation in diplomatic circles.”
“Did you expect all of your friends to abandon you?”
“They did.”  Her voice sounded flat.  “Old news, Noah.  Just like me.”
“Not all of them, Maggie,” he insisted.  “You should be bitter, but the only emotions I hear in your voice are sadness and resignation.”
“Bitterness is a waste of time and energy.” She laughed hollowly.
Noah instinctively began to reach out to her, but he stopped himself.  The restraint he exercised took all of the self-control he possessed.
Pushing open his car door, Noah walked around to her side of the car.  She climbed out, brushed past him, and made her way to the front porch of her small cottage.
Noah followed her, pausing at the foot of the stairs and watching as she dug around in her purse for keys.  He waited while she shoved the key into the lock, and then nudged open the front door.
Turning to face him, she said, “Please don’t come back, Noah, for both of our sakes.”
“Does everyone have to have a motive?”
Her eyes filled with tears.  She jerked a nod in his direction.  “Unfortunately, that’s been my experience.”
Noah swore, the harsh word reflecting the tumult of emotions coursing through him at that moment.  Unable to keep himself away from her any longer, he climbed the stairs and crossed the shallow porch.  He paused beside her, aware that her uneasiness had returned when he saw the apprehension in her eyes.  Reaching past her, he found the switch on the inside wall and extinguished the porch light that glared brightly over their heads.
Noah trusted his instincts in the minutes that followed.  He drew Maggie forward and simply held her, his sole motive to offer comfort.  She stood rigidly at first within the confines of his embrace, reminding him of a slim wedge of granite.  Then she sighed, sagged against him, and trembled with emotion.  He fought the arousal her shapely body provoked, fought it with every bit of inner strength he possessed.
It took several minutes, but he felt some of the tension in her ease as she stood within the circle of his arms.  Sliding her arms around his waist, she rested her cheek against his shoulder.  He savored the woman, the moment, and the fledgling quality of her trust.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

New York Times & USA Today, best-selling author @PatriceWilton - Paradise Cove #99c #mgtab

Paradise Cove
by Patrice Wilton
Series: Paradise, #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamscape Press
Release Date: January 6, 2016

A new series by Patrice Wilton, New York Times and USA Today best selling author. This new heart-warming contemporary romance takes place in the Florida Keys and promises romance/passion, family values, and plenty of adventure.

Cardiac surgeon Sean Flannigan lost his daughter to a rare form of leukemia; he can mend broken hearts, but his is beyond repair. Kayla Holmes, along with her sisters, inherited guest cottages in the Keys after their stepfather died. Their high spirits and positive energy are a beacon of light that directs Sean's sailboat into Paradise Cove. Can Kayla's compassion find a crack in Sean's armor? Sometimes love isn’t enough to heal a wounded heart.

Patrice Wilton is a NY Times and USA Today best selling author. She has written more than 20 books--heart-warming contemporary romance stories and her fun romantic comedies.

She is the proud mother of two, and has a total of ten grandchildren, with the wonderful man at her side. They live in West Palm Beach, Florida, where he teaches her golf, and she teaches him patience.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

I made a treat fit for a king - Cabbage Rolls, Polish style.

Have you ever cooked something that made you feel particularly proud?

Well this Christmas I decided to make my dad’s recipe for cabbage rolls or as we call them Gołąbki (sounds like Hol-up-chies). My family have had them before and though they’re always pleased to see them on the table, I think they rather take them for granted.

Not so the company we were with this past weekend. My husband and I prepared a meal for friends and we brought along the leftover cabbage rolls to heat up and serve. My goodness, the compliments flew around the table and from the way the folks cleaned them off, I had no doubt that every bit of praise was sincere.

In case you’d like to delight your family, here’s my recipe.”


2 medium heads of cabbage that are heavy when picked up.

1 ½ cups long grain white rice

3 cups water

1 teaspoon butter

1 teaspoon salt

1 large can tomato sauce (with Herbs and Garlic)

1 pound bacon

1 medium onion

Sour cream


Boil a big pot of water. Core the cabbage. Let the head cook until the outer leaves begin to peel off. Let those leaves cook a few minutes longer so they are a bright green. Put aside and cook the rest in the same way. Again, with a paring knife, thin out the core area so the leaf is easy to roll.

Rice Mixture:

Cook 1-1/2 cups white, long-grain rice in 3 cups water (follow directions on package) or if you do as I do, boil the water, add a teaspoon of butter and a teaspoon of salt. Then add in the rice. Stir this and then lower the heat to the lowest on your stove ( I use  #1) and let it cook unopened for 22 minutes.

Take a pound of bacon and cut it across into strips about 1/2 inch wide. Then fry this in a frying pan till just cooked and not too crisp. Put the bacon aside and pour most of the bacon fat out keeping a couple of tablespoons.

Chop an onion into small pieces and fry it in the bacon fat left in the pan.

Then mix the bacon, bacon fat and onions into the rice and add salt and pepper to taste. Open a can of tomato sauce and add a few tablespoons at a time to this mixture, enough for flavoring and coloring. Taste it so you’ll know where it’s to your taste.

Roll the rice mixture into a cabbage leave – putting enough in each one so it’s a decent size. Line a baking pan or roaster with the left over cabbage and pour some of the tomato sauce over this.

Then layer the cabbage rolls, putting them close together into the pan.  Pour the rest of the sauce over them and add the last of the leftover leaves as a blanket on the top.

Cook for 2 hours at 350
Then enjoy your treat with sour cream and a glass of wine.

*** Can be served with a roast, maybe perogies or all by themselves.



Thursday, January 21, 2016

The many beautiful images for one Box Collection - A Touch of Passion!! #atop

I’m one of the twelve authors in a box collection right now called A Touch of Passion. It's one that I’m particularly proud of. Not only do we have wonderful authors who’ve written lovely books of romance and passion, but we have a leader who is a genius with her images, Uvi Poznansky.


Now I don’t know about you, but this is an area where I really struggle. Everything I try to create comes out looking like a ten-year-old’s effort. Possibly, part of the problem is because I dislike having to waste time trying to be creative.

Could be, like my husband says, I’m used to having things come easy and in this case…well that’s not the case!! It’s frustrating, demoralizing and a total time suck.

I’ve not played on Photo shop – I understand that’s one of the more popular places but I did sign up to Canva Design and after watching their beginner’s videos, my brain tells me it’s not difficult….yeah…so what the hell does it know?? Every time I grit my teeth and start, I end up with an image I can use but not one I particularly like.


I keep thinking it looks so beautiful when I see something like this:


And… how can people make images like this look so easy?


She made every one of the authors images which included their own books. See what I mean? Genius!!
And then there's my latest feeble effort.... sheesh!
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Monday, January 18, 2016

Black Cat Blues - author Jo-Ann Carson #romance

Black Cat Blues
by Jo-Ann Carson
Series: Vancouver Blues Suspense, #1
Genre: Mainstream Suspense, Strong Romantic Elements
Cover Designer: Steven Novak
Release Date: January 15, 2016

A nightmare waits in the alley…
Stabbed in an alley behind the Black Cat Blues bar, private investigator Jimmy Daniels clings to life just long enough to tell Maggy Malone a secret.
Maggy, a curvy, Blues singer with a sultry voice and a razor sharp mind is starting her life over after a lousy marriage. Reluctant at first to get involved with a murder, she tells no one the secret.
But when the murderer stalks her, she changes her mind.
Maggy teams up with Jimmy’s brother, Logan, a handsome suit with a tidy view of life. They figure out the killer is looking for gold buried on Gabriola Island by the notorious, cult-leader Brother XII.
As the murderer tracks down the gold, the body count rises. Will Maggy catch him? Or will she be his next victim?

And the lady sings the blues…
Black Cat Blues
An Award Winning  Suspense set in the Pacific Northwest.
Vancouver Blues Suspense Series, Book 1

When the going gets tough… the tough go sailing

“Silence filled the room for a minute, companionable silence; the kind married couples live in. Each lost in their own thoughts and yet together. Married… couples? Did she really just think that?  Her shoulders relaxed. Being with Hunter felt like sliding into a warm bath, but then he’d look at her and the water would boil.

“The wind’s good,” he said walking over to the window.

That was his way of saying it was time to go sailing. “Uh, Hunter, I don’t think so.”

“I’m guessing Peterson isn’t letting you look at Edgar’s things. He’ll want to go through them with a certified, Mountie, magnifying glass. You’re obviously not doing your day jobs today, so let’s go sailing.” He turned towards her and raised his hands like a lawyer about to rest his case. “It’s the best way, I know of, to clear your head. Get the big picture.”

“You’re crazy.” Three murders, creepy psychic feelings, and a bad guy on the loose. She couldn’t sail off and play on the ocean. Could she?

“Not so much,” he said. He gave her one of those killer looks that made her mind stop working.”

Jo-Ann Carson has lived most of her life on islands off the west coast of Canada, surrounded by snow covered mountains, lush rain forests and pristine beaches.

Growing up, she dreamed of traveling the world like James Bond, searching for relics like Indiana Jones, and finding true love, so it's no surprise that in her Mata Hari Series she combines elements of adventure, danger and steamy romance.

In her Vancouver Blues Series she slides into the realm of Urban Noir and explores the dark side of the city. These  books are mainstream suspense with strong romantic elements and are very-Vancouver.