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Monday, June 17, 2013

A Close Encounter with... Ellen Mae Franklin


Tarkeenia is a world I created for the ‘Tarkeenia Sagas’and the first book in this series is titled,‘The Unseen Promise’. It is a wonderful place to write in. It brims with wonder, and holds unexpected twists and turns. Even I, the creator find immense joy as I lose myself along its many paths, encountering monsters and men. To this day, I am learning more about its inhabitants and its alien beauty.I love conversing with The Unseen Promise’s characters and marvel each time I sit to write, at the story as it has over the years, unfolded into a complex journey with many shades of light and dark.

I have found, as I took to writing like a duck does to water, that I am a Panster by nature.  Writing by the seat of my pants is what I love and naturally take to. This series, will more than likely take on the shape of three separate books.

I did not choose to become a writer. But, I will say that like everyone who writes, I wish I had done this all my life.


The Unseen Promise began with a single character, his dream and a message that Iwished to convey to the reader. Curiosity is the focal essence and with these three elements, The Unseen Promise took shape and colour.I believe, that I have achieved a complex weave of fascinating scenarios, with characters who, bicker and love, scheme and delight, offering you, the reader an insight to a world on the brink of chaos.

I decided during the writing process to take on a pen name. I have chosen the middle names of my three children, Ellen Mae Franklin.

Allow me to introduce a couple of the characters from The Unseen Promise.Please, give them both a warm welcome -Quaverit, the Stork Man and Bulbo, the Colliery Officious Pen Pusher.

EMF - Thank you very much for taking time out of your very busy schedules to speak to the readers.. Please, make yourselves comfortable and we will begin. I would like to ask you Master Quaverit, to explain to the readers what a Murrdock is.

Quaverit - Good gracious! How is it, that a single reader out there doesn’t know a Murrdock when he’s talking to one? My word! Well, I am one, a proud Stork Man. Anyone can see the fine bird in me. See the fine, long nose. It is reminiscent of my family line, long necked birds in the service of Royalty.
Quaverit looks down at his lap, struggling to come to terms with what he needs to say next.
I hate to mention the down side of what we each are, being half human is shameful. At least, it is for me, they’re all magic users and eaters of flesh. No, my animal side is far more pleasing.

EMF - You have a fabulous name. Could you tell us the correct pronunciation and what it is, you do for a living.

He puffs out his thin chest - proud as punch by the looks.
Quaverit - I am the Chamberlain to the Royal Family of Kinaloch and you may pronounce my name as (Qua - vair - it).

EMF - What is so special about being part animal.

Quaverit - Oh! That is such an easy question and I am very happy that you thought to ask me this. It’s my feathers. See how white they are. I have them on the top of my head. The Stork Man turns his head, this way and that I also have them on my …. He flushes with embarrassment and points to his backside you know, they are sticking out of the hole in my pants. Aren’t they beautiful, you won’t find whiter feathers in all of Tarkeenia.

EMF - What do you do with your days?

Quaverit - I have duties Miss Ellen Mae Franklin, very important duties for the King and Queen of the land. I introduce guests, and make appointments for petitioners. I am constantly, having to redress mistakes the other servants make. As, if I don’t have enough to do, but it is well known that I have a very important role.   

EMF - How would you describe yourself to the readers?

Quaverit - I am elegant if not anything Ellen, and modest too if I must say so. I have long legs and a beautiful long neck. See? But it is my long nose that offers salute to the Stork in me.
He frowns
The rest of me is pretty much human. My body is not unlike yours. I am not overly fond about talking to anyone of that part of me. 
           
EMF - Is there something in your world that you value above all else?

Quaverit - Please, if you haven’t of noticed already He fingers the gold medallion around his neck
You see this wondrous pendant? It was given to me by King Tarmet, it’s my badge of office. No one else has anything that matches its brilliance. I like to hang it out front, on top of my blue vest. It is a part of my uniform and I couldn’t be more proud.

EMF - I’ve heard rumours about a certain Rhino Man that has of late been keeping some very unsavory company. Do you know anything about this?

He looks a little shaken and checks over his shoulder before he leans forward. A slim finger brushes his lips.
Quaverit - I don’t like to listen to rumours, but I do fear it is a very important part of my work, if you catch my meaning. Sometimes there is truth to the whispers you hear in the dark corners and corridors of the palace.
He sits back in his seat and wrinkles his long nose is disgust
I don’t much like Boallag, the Rhino and he knows it. He keeps company that I would never dream of meeting with myself, but is he causing trouble. Well, Ellen it’s not my place to say. We have a code in the servants quarters of keeping what we hear secret. So, if you please, we need to move along.
           
EMF - Is there one last piece of information about yourself that you feel the reader should know?

Quaverit - Manners! Yes, it has to be manners. The world just doesn’t run right without manners. Too much pushing and shoving otherwise, I can’t abide those that want what others have.

EMF - Quaverit, I have had an amazing time chatting to you and I can’t wait to see what happens in The Unseen Promise. Please help yourself to the refreshments while I speak with our other friend.

My next guest is a mighty man in his own right. Please, welcome Bulbo, the dwarf
.Can you tell the reader a little about yourself?

Bulbo - Beggin’ ya pardon Miss I have a very important title for the work I do in the Machobe mines. I used to do some mining me’self but I found the paperwork side of things a serious matter. My title was givin’ to me by Jezub. I am the Colliery Officious Pen Pusher.I take care of the paperwork and all such things that no one else wants to handle.

EMF - I have heard it said, that all dwarves are hungry for gold and what it brings. Is this true?

Bulbo - I would take offense to such a sayin’ if I didn’t think it to be true. We get given all kinds of names, cause of the fact that we like the colour. Some call us Capitalists; some call us Country Bumpkins. Iwish I knew what that last one meant.
He scrubs at his large bulbous nose
All I can say, is that we seek the colour Miss. Gold and silver, and I can’t forget the gems, now can I? It’s what we live for: it’s what we love.

EMF - Is it true that Dwarves are masters in the working of metal and the very rare prize - glass?

He nods his large head up and down with excitement
Bulbo - Oh! Yes indeed we are. True Masters and if I may say so, I won a contest once. In me early days, when the colour sang it’s loudest, I shaped a piece of glass into a horse. It’s mane and tail, streaming out behind its dancin’ legs. Benzine bells and braids adorned the animal. My piece has never been bartered.
He pulls out a figurine. An exquisite piece in the shape of a rose
See this flawed piece, it ain’t not very good work. An apprentice’s skill could never equal it’ master, but on short notice, you get what you get.
He holds it up and slowly turns in around in his stubby fingers
See Miss! How the light catches so. You can ‘ave it if you like. I ain’t no use for such an inferior piece of glass.

EMF - I must say Mister Bilbo, I love your hat.

Bulbo - You do? It isa tricorneor so I have been told. Its one of my most treasured possessions, short of me miner’s hat. Yellow is me favouritecolour and the picture. See, if you look real ‘ard at it, there is a feathered quill. A badge of my office and title. You see Miss. us dwarves love our titles, but for all that it is worth, we love our gold more.

EMF - You have such a handsome beard Bulbo. Are all dwarven beards long?

Bulbo - My beard is the same as any other dwarves I s’pose. Mine is red, a very lucky colour by dwarven standards. See if I stand in the light, see how it shines. I plait it and then tuck it into my pants belt, like this.
He shoves a few stubby fingers into the front of his pants, adjusting his beard with pride
My eyebrows. They’re the same colour, thick and bushy just the way I like ‘em.

EMF - Is it true that all dwarves love a good scrum?

Bulbo - Aw, don’t get us wrong please, we are a greedy people, that much is true but a good fight is the perfect way to solve these grumblings. Sometimes there ain’t no time to get it sorted in the right order of things. There’s nothin’ wrong with a fist or two, a bit of beard pulled and the odd shin kickin’. Believe me Miss. a scrum here or there is a welcome diversion to the dark.

EMF - Just one last question Bulbo. Can you tell us something about yourself that readers might find interesting?

Bulbo - Well, I don’t mind a bit of knitting every once and awhile. When all the filings done and I am ready to put my feet up. I like to sit by the fire and clack away. I’m considered a fine knitter where I come from.

EMF - Well, we have come to the end of our wonderful interview and I would like to thank you both for joining me in the celebration of my new fantasy book,The Unseen Promise’. I wish you both much joy and please, keep safe in that world of yours.

I would like to conclude my Guest Post with a thank you to the readers and I hope that upon buying a copy of ‘The Unseen Promise’you will continue to support my other works, under the pen name of Ellen Mae Franklin.     

Blurb:
Set on the world Tarkeenia, this story marks the struggle between God and man, magic and indefinable evil.  It is awash with life. Monsters walk the shadows and the tip of balance between dark and light, good and evil is tenuous, even on a good day.                



Author Bio
Born in Adelaide, South Australia, this mother of three is following her passion for Fantasy writing.  She published The Unseen Promise in 2013, after revitalizing the urge to complete the first book in the Tarkeenia Sagas.  She is currently working on subsequent manuscripts and is involved in various writing and creative communities.
She is writing under the pseudonym of her children’s middle name - Ellen Mae Franklin.

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Monday, June 10, 2013

A Close Encounter with Virginnia De Parte

Today Virginnia De Parte has popped in to say hello!

Virginnia is the author of Love's Red Heart - out soon with Secret Cravings Publishing and she has penned a small story for our enjoyment. So I'll clear the floor...

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S

The satin sheets wrapped her in their smooth embrace. Lying on her side she watched the dust motes dance in the sunbeam that had begun its slide down the wall. The faded peonies on the wallpaper marked the sun’s daily progress from dawn to midday when it left the room and moved on in the world.
Aaron had promised to come early but already the clock loudly counted the seconds.  If she lay here much longer she’d begin to get cold, and the rumble in her stomach reminded her she’d missed breakfast in her hurry to shower, pamper her skin, fluff her hair and arrange herself seductively in the bed.
Fed up with waiting Tiffany flung the sheets back, untangling her long legs from the clinging folds. Hunger called. The air brushed her skin as she strolled around the kitchen. Delighting in her nakedness she scrambled the eggs and dropped slices of bread into the toaster. Cooking sans clothes certainly increased one’s enjoyment of mundane household tasks.
The sound of the downstairs door slamming shut heralded his arrival. Her breasts stood to attention and her buttocks clenched.  What to do first? Eat her breakfast or jump back to bed? Food won the day and she remained where she was, a piece of toast in her hand, gently folding the egg mix over a low flame.
Behind her the kitchen door opened slowly, its creaking hinge announcing Aaron’s arrival. She hoped her ‘modus operandi’ would increase his lust. Sometimes he needed a little help.
A gasp, a scuffle of feet, a rather non-Aaron noise and she swung round shouting “Surprise” intending to give him a full body hug.
Mid-stride she stopped.
 The plumber, his mouth open, a faint sheen on his forehead and certainly aroused, as evidenced by the bulge in his boiler suit, stood in the doorway as still as if someone had plumbed him to the floor.
Damn, it’s Wednesday.  She’d forgotten she’d arranged to have the dishwasher fixed.
Bugger Aaron – he’d missed his chance. Running her gaze over the young man, his unruly curls, his broad shoulders and bronzed arms holding two steel toolboxes, she made a decision.
“Fancy some scrambled eggs – or a bit of rumpty-tum?  I seem to have both ready. Which would you like first?”
His smile began small and grew to reveal two rows of lovely white teeth. The toolboxes hit the floor. She stretched behind with one hand and turned off the gas
“Mmm… we’ll skip the eggs,” she said.


Excerpt:  LOVE'S RED HEART 

They stood at the second story window and looked over the night lights of Alice Springs. Michael took her in his embrace, pulling her around to face him, one arm around her waist, his hand resting in the small of her back. He ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair, brushing the long red threads from her face and moving to grasp the ends of her green silk scarf.
 “May I? Can I take your hair down?” She nodded and he untangled the knot to drop the scarf to the floor before running his fingers through the topknot releasing her hair from the pins that had held it loosely in place. He cupped her chin in his palm turning her face to his, covering her lips with his. A kiss so deep and long, so overpowering in its sweet taste, it melded her body into his and their breath flowed and exchanged, their love released at last.
Michael lifted his lips from hers and murmured in her ear, “We’re wasting time.”
“I’m shy Michael. It’s so long…I’m scared I’ll disappoint you.”
“And you think I do this on a regular basis and I’m in a position to judge and make comparisons?”
“Well…”
“I’m as nervous as you are. Being a doctor doesn’t mean I don’t have self doubts like everyone else.”
She buried her head against his chest, a sudden onrush of anticipation causing her legs to tremble.
“Let’s just start slowly and follow where it leads us,” Michael said.
She allowed him to lead her to the edge of the bed, and stood frozen, her nervous tension making her body rigid. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as he turned off the lights and folded back the bedspread before wrapping her in his embrace once more. She shivered from either nerves or the evening chill, she didn’t know which.
“Cold? I’ll soon warm you up” and with a deep intake of breath Michael removed her pashmina shawl, slipped the straps of her sun frock off her shoulders and turned her around so he could unzip the back of her dress. He eased her frock down to the floor and in response to his gentle pressure behind each knee she lifted her feet to step out of it and kick her sandals off at the same time. Now she stood barefoot in her bra and panties and his warm hands lingered to stroke her hips before turning her around to face him. He took her hands in his and placed her palms on the front of his shirt, against the buttons.
“Your turn.”
Oh, they were taking turns? Now she had a plan to follow her shaking eased. She unbuttoned his shirt, easing it off his shoulders and taking each arm out of its sleeve tossed the shirt aside. Relaxing into the rhythm she knelt to untie his shoes, to slip his feet out and slowly peel his socks off his feet. The idea that removing socks could be so sensual had never occurred to her before. They too went the way of the shirt, thrown in the general direction of a chair in the corner.
“My turn.” Michael’s husky tones sent a shiver of anticipation up her legs to end deep inside her. He reached behind her, his hands gentle on her skin and unclipped her bra to slip the straps off her shoulders arm after arm, releasing her breasts from captivity to freedom. Pouting proudly, her nipples stood so stiff they ached, their dull pain matching the beat of her heart.
Bending his head his tongue flicked and circled each nipple taking turns to tease them. Muscles deep in her pelvis tightened and dragged and between her thighs dampness tingled. He slid his hands down her back to slip under the gathered band of silk and lace. Twin travellers they caressed her skin taking the fabric down as they moved lower over her buttocks until his fingers grasped her cheeks, moving ever closer to her heat.
 Desire rose like a flood and she pressed his head against her breasts with one hand while her other hand pushed her silk panties down her thighs and legs to quickly step out of them. She cupped his chin in her palms, running her fingers up his jaw line into his thick brown curls, urging him to meet her lips with his. Her hunger rose to another level as his tongue explored her mouth. His scent excited her. Not the smell of aftershave or cologne, but Michael, all hers. …

BLURB: LOVE’S RED HEART

In the near future genetically altered individuals live among the wider population, not always trusted, wanted or even accepted. Jill Corban, a nurse from a  g-altered family is  looking for ways to control her chameleon genes. A vacation in to visit her family teaches her these skills and a meeting with Dr. Michael Scott offers her a chance at the kind of love she’s given up hope of ever finding.
  
Their romance takes a dusty trip through the heartland of Australia, blending tales of the Dream Time with adventure. Is their attraction to each other strong enough to survive the challenges of prejudice, a time stopping rescue, and challenges to Michael’s research programme?

Can their desire survive these events and grow into love?      

Discover the beauty of the Red Desert and how the power of love can change a life, for Love’s Red Heart beats within us all.

Bio:

I live on the coast in the beautiful Bay of Plenty, New Zealand. Retired with time to turn my dreams into reality as romances. They are classified as Sci Fi but I consider them to be futurist romances rather than Sci Fi. Something a little different from the norm.


Where to connect with Virginnia De Parte

Facebook     Blog     Amazon    Poetry

Saturday, May 18, 2013

A Close Encounter with... Sage Marlowe



Sage Marlowe’s First Anniversary Blog Tour & Giveaway
After the Happily-Ever-After—Sub-Culture

Hello and welcome to the latest stop of my 1st Anniversary Blog Tour & Giveaway. One year has passed since my successful debut novel, Sub-Mission, was released on May 14, 2012, and a lot has happened during those twelve months. I’m taking the chance to look back and tell you a bit about the background of the books I’ve published, but also about things that happened in my life or that are on my mind. There’s one stop for every book, and of course, there are prizes waiting for you, because as always, good things for me mean good things for you, my dear friends and readers. Please read the “Giveaway” section below for details.

Today, I’d like to talk to you about Happily-Ever-Afters. As all of us romance readers and writers know, romance books require a HEA or at least a HFN, meaning the heroes / heroes & heroines / heroines live happily ever after with their loved ones, or at least happily for now with their future full of rosy promises. So far, so good, because hey, romance is escapism and we want our heroes & heroines to have happy endings in more than just the sexual sense.

But what does actually happen to our heroes & heroines after the HEA or HFN in a romance novel? Are their lives really full of roses once those magical two words “THE END” are written below their story?

The answer is simple: sometimes yes, sometimes no. Sometimes we authors are happy with the way a story has turned out, and we know that we have told everything there is to tell about our characters’ story. And sometimes we realise that there is a lot more to tell.

One of those stories that weren’t over for me at “THE END” is Noah and Pierce’s journey. They found each other in Sub-Mission and while there was never really a question whether they’re a great match or not, they are the perfect example for a couple that gets wrapped up in daily life so much that they lose sight of what’s most important to them—having each other and being together.

Many of us know what it’s like once the novelty of being with someone has worn off. Lovers become partners, especially when kids join the game. Sleepless nights, demanding jobs, hectic days… Add to that some deeper, wicked yearnings that touch on issues you thought you never wanted to tackle and you have a complicated relationship waiting to be destroyed.

But hey, if romance books are escapism and they’re supposed to show us a world where all struggles are over at THE END, why would we want to read about such problems? They’re not much different from our own, after all. Again, the answer is simple: because those are the same problems so many of us are dealing with. Because Noah and Pierce’s story shows how important it is not to lose sight of our partners despite everything life throws at us and, above all, to trust them with our hearts and keep talking.

It took Noah and Pierce a long time to understand this. If you want to follow them on the second part of the journey, join them in

Sub-Culture
When life gets on top, delving into a sub-culture may be just what it takes to keep a sinking relationship afloat

Five years after the bumpy start to their relationship, Noah and Pierce have settled well into their lives as a happy couple. The arrival of a new child should have made their matrimonial bliss complete, but the strain of raising a baby and a teenager, combined with a lot of pressure in their jobs, is beginning to take its toll.
In the midst of what already is a potentially explosive situation, Noah’s younger brother Jonah comes to stay with them, forcing Noah to face the issues he still has regarding his homophobic parents and adding to the emotional pressure he is under.

When Noah starts behaving oddly and Pierce just can’t seem to put his jealousy to rest, the cracks in their relationship become too severe to ignore any longer. They struggle to keep their sinking love afloat but as Noah craves the comfort a certain sub-culture can offer, Pierce finds himself wondering just how far he is willing to step out of his own comfort zone to save their love.


Giveaway—Here’s what you can win:

#1 - Sage’s Goodie Package:
Contains a signed copy of Sub-Culture, a set of signed book cover photographs and some surprise goodies to spoil you

#2 - Create a character
Here’s your chance to create your very own fictional character that will be featured in one of my next books. The winner gets to pick the name and distinct features like hair / eye colour, height and a few personality quirks of a hero (male characters only, and please keep it doable…). Depending on the specification, I will either include him in a current WIP or use him as inspiration for a brand new story. The winner will also receive a free e-copy of this story once it’s published.

How to enter:
Leave a comment in the comment section asking to be entered in the giveaway. The winner will be picked at random and announced on my blog on May 20th. Multiple entries are allowed and will increase your chances to win. For additional terms and conditions, please go to http://www.sage-marlowe.com/p/contests.html

You can find the full tour schedule here: http://www.sage-marlowe.com/p/blog-tour-may-2013.html
 
About Sage Marlowe

Sage is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.

A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.

Contact and buy links

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Monday, April 29, 2013

A Close Encounter With... Tamaria Soana



Hello, and thank you for stopping by. 

I’m Tamaria Soana a contemporary romance author. My stories tend to be on the steamy side and always end with a happily ever after.

Southern Embrace my newest release was a very different story line for me to tackle. The story opens with Savannah my heroine trying to pick up the pieces of the broken heart her high school sweetheart Lance left her with when his family moves away the summer after graduation and he cuts her out of his life.

With some prompting for her best friend Nikki, Van (Savannah) goes out with the girls to a club and meets the handsome older Stephan. He sweeps her off her feet and she begins to heal. The stories over and they live happily ever after right? WRONG. The story is just beginning. In chapter 1 we learn that Stephan was killed in a car accident (I hated doing that). Savannah is twenty-three and the grief consumes her. Nikki her best friends steps in once again and arranges for Lance to run into her at the mall. Will Savannah give Lance a chance to explain and let him back into her life? 

Southern Embrace is an emotional story about overcoming grief, forgiveness, and second chances.
I hope you’ll fall in love with Savannah and Lance as much as I have. Southern Embrace is from Savannah’s POV. I’m currently writing Southern Desire, the story from Lance’s POV.


Southern Embrace
Can a long lost love mend a grieving heart?

Widowed at twenty-three, Savannah Grant is devastated and consumed with grief, a grief that she can't seem to move past. When her high school sweetheart, Lance Peterson, re-enters her life, Savannah struggles with the feeling that she would be betraying her deceased husband by moving on. Plus, she can't forget the way Lance broke her heart all those years ago.

Lance never stopped loving Savannah. He wants a second chance, and he's willing to do anything it takes to convince her to give him one. Will she give in and let Lance love her, showing her a passion beyond anything she thought possible?

Content Warning: adult language, explicit sexual situations and play

Excerpt:
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon. Van grabbed her purse and headed out to the mall. Nikki's shower was the following weekend, and Nikki had been on her to get a new dress for days, threatening to drag her shopping kicking and screaming if she didn't go herself.

Once at the mall, Van picked up some last minute gifts for Nikki. After trying on a few dresses, she found a knee-length, strapless coral dress. She purchased it and was off in search of a pair of shoes. When she found the perfect pair of coral and silver heels, Van concluded the trip to the mall a complete success.

Her cellphone rang as she was leaving the shoe store. She dug around in her bag to find it. With her head down and her steps brisk, she ran right into someone.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz," she said as she looked up into the brown eyes of her first love. She gasped and took a step back, surveying him. His light brown hair was a little shorter and he was built like a man now, not the boy she used to know. She stood frozen in place, staring at him. This can't be happening. A tidal wave of emotions rushed through her at once. Anger, resentment, hatred, but mainly pain…so much pain.

"Van."

"Lance? Oh my God!" She took another step back. "How?"

"I-I talked to Nikki. She told me you would be here. I needed to see you. When I heard what happened…" He paused. "I knew I couldn't stay away any longer. I'm so sorry."

The more he talked, the more Van's anger flared. Who does he think he is? He left me! Turned his back on me when he cut all ties!

"What exactly are you sorry for, Lance? That my husband died or that you broke my heart all those years ago?" The words she spoke were full of acid. "You have a lot of nerve just showing up here like nothing ever happened. Go away." She turned to leave.

"Please, Van, just talk to me. Give me a chance to explain," he begged as he reached for her hand.

"Don't you dare touch me," she said through gritted teeth, yanking her hand away. "What do you want from me?" She stared at him while plotting all the ways she was going to torture Nikki for her betrayal.

She seethed as he looked around. "Calm down, Van. People are starting to stare. Please, can we go somewhere more private and talk? There is so much I need to tell you."

"What could you possibly have to say to me that would make up for what you did? I mean, I know you had to move, but you cut all ties with me. Like the three years we spent together meant nothing to you, like I meant nothing to you. Damn you, Lance, you didn't even try to make it work."

"Please, Savannah. Give me a chance to explain."

"Give me one reason why I should."

"Because I still love you. I. Never. Stopped. I cut all ties with you because I had to. Long distance relationships never work out. I was afraid you would wake up one day and resent me. Being apart from you was killing me. I thought this way we would both be able to move on. But I was wrong, I never was able to move on. I let the love I have for you consume me. I wanted to come back sooner, but then I heard you'd gotten married. When I found out what had happened, I wanted to rush here and be by your side, but I figured you would need some time."

His words shocked and confused her. After she took a few moments to process everything, she shook her head. "I can't do this." She turned and walked away, then stopped. "Go back to wherever it was you came from and leave me alone."

"I won't give up on you. I won't stop trying, and I most definitely won't ever leave you again."

"Just go away, Lance. You're good at that," she snarled before she walked away. She didn't dare turn around because looking at him as he begged her to give him a chance to explain would certainly weaken her. Van needed to focus on how she was going to kill her so-called best friend.


Where to buy Southern Comfort


 Beachwalk  Press       Barnes & Noble      Amazon

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About  Tamaria:

Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.

She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. 

Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.

Where to find Tamaria:
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