Thursday, May 21, 2015

Jennifer LaBelle`s Broken Survivor & Giveaway!

Broken Survivor
Jennifer Labelle

Holly Hewitt is a survivor…
After witnessing her mother’s murder, Holly was returned to her abusive father. Resorting to drugs and alcohol, she ends up landing herself in foster care, where she is separated from her sister and utterly alone.
Zander Harrison is the light to her darkness…
Zander is young, athletic, and carefree, with the support of a loving family. But when Holly is placed in foster care withhis brother’s in-laws, she turns his world upside down.
He’s driven to protect her, and to show her the past has made her strong, life is worth living, and love is worth fighting for. If only he can convince her to trust him and stop resisting their mutua lattraction.
But sometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.
And all the hard work in the world can’t save…
A broken survivor.
Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with herhusband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stayat home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down timeengrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance,mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she'sdecided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, asshe shares some of her imagination with all of you.


Pink and orange hues filled the sky with awarm beauty while the sun set. Holly wrapped her arms around herself and liftedher face toward the sky to soak in the last few moments of the sun before thechill of the night descended upon them. This was definitely not going to be aneasy talk to get through. She just hoped they’d both be okay when it wasdone.  Zander stepped up behind her, andshe felt the heat of his body before he wrapped his arms around her frombehind. The way she was drawn to him made her wonder if he had a magnetic pull,and it kind of scared her a little bit. Holly tried to enjoy the view as theywere silent for a few moments.
“As much as I hate to let go, I think maybe weshould sit so we can finally talk,” Zander said.
 Shehesitated a moment before taking his hand while they walked back to his houseand sat beside each other on the patio. Thisis it.
“First, I want to clear up earlier,” Zandersaid. “She was just a friend, nothing more. She has only ever been a friend.”He lifted their linked hands and kissed the top of hers.
“This isn’t any of my business, but does sherealize that? I got the impression there was much more than a friendshipthere.” Holly held her breath and didn’t exhale until after he answered her.
“Not for a really long time, and we were nevera couple.” His posture slumped. “Before today, I hadn’t heard from her inmonths. She just showed up out of the blue, but I swear nothing happened.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Holly shiftedto face him. “So you and she were friends with benefits a while ago. I have toadmit I didn’t like seeing you with her, but I don’t have any right to be mad.We’re taking things slow, remember?”
“That’s just the thing. I want to be with you,Hol. As in, I’d be staking my claim. You’d be my girlfriend, exclusive.”
“I’m actually kind of glad you said that. I’verecently figured out that I’m not made for casual.” She bit her lip nervously.“I don’t even care about your friend anymore because I sort of have some hugenews, which throws going slow out the window anyway. That is, if you don’tfreak out and feel like you want nothing to do with me after this.”
“Okay, now you’re making me nervous,” he jokednervously and playfully nudged her with his shoulder. “What’s up?”
“You probably should be.” Holly smiled weaklyand then exhaled long and hard. “I didn’t want a relationship when you cameinto the picture, and I didn’t want to care for someone so much. But then thereyou were all sweet, caring, and persistent and screwed up my original plans. Solet’s get that out there.” She smiled and leaned into him. Her head lay on hisshoulder and she looked up at him needing to be close. “That’s the best part bythe way because I’m glad I’ve let you in. I care for you a lot. I’ve messed up,though. We both have. Do you remember the night at my sister’s?”
“How could I forget?” His eyes lit up and shesnorted.
“It was a good night, huh?” She licked herlips just thinking about it. “Well, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately,so Lauren decided to take me to get a checkup…”
“O-okay, you were sick and…?” Zander’s browsscrunched together in confusion, but as if he sensed her discomfort, he gaveher a quick reprieve to pull herself together before she had to spit out thebig news. He captured her mouth. His soft, plump lips caressed hers, then hemoved to nip and suck on her bottom lip. His tongue coaxed her mouth openfarther, and she tasted his mutual arousal as he probed the slit of her mouthwith his tongue. One of her hands fisted in his shirt and held him closer,while the other massaged his nape and into his hair. They both moaned in theheat of the moment, and she could feel his chest rise and fall more rapidlybefore he pulled away.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he said. “You getsick again and I’m coming over with some chicken soup and taking care of you.
“That sounds amazing.” She smirked. “I’vemissed you too.” Holly shifted so that she was facing him now and rested herforehead against his while they caught their breath.
“Don’t go home yet. Call Lauren and let’srecreate that night.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
“You are such a goofball. As tempting as thatsounds, I need to finish what I was saying before you distract me too much.”She gave him a quick peck on the lips and leaned back.
“But the distraction is so good. I can’t helpmyself.” He lifted a sexy, dark eyebrow in question. “Can we fool around a bitwhile you talk? I’m a great multitasker.”
“I’ll tell you what, if after I tell youeverything I need to, you still want to fool around or more, then yes, we’ll goinside your place and I’ll make it worth your while.” She wiggled her browsback at him and smiled as she caressed the side of his face. I just hope I don’t ruin things first.
“Lauren might not be too happy if she findsout the truth.”
“Really?” He looked at her in shock. “I findthat hard to believe after her and Shelby practically pushed us together.” Hesmiled and kissed the back of her hand. “Remind me to thank them for that oneday.”
 “Ireally hope you still feel that way after you hear what I have to say.”
“Quit stalling and just tell me already.”
“So you know I haven’t been feeling welllately, but what you don’t know is why she’s been on my case. She had someconcerns that drove her to take me to the doctor in the first place.” Sheleaned way back in her chair and closed her eyes.
“Is she still hung up about the newapartment?”
“In a way, I guess, but right now what’sbothering her is her assumption that I might be pregnant.” She peeked in hisdirection to gauge his reaction.
He stiffened a bit on the seat next to her andsat straighter. “Wait, what?”


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Monday, May 18, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

 Today we have a small excerpt from the next installment of Wind in White Birch. This week is our picture prompt week. Our excerpts must be 300 words or less and incorporate the image somehow. Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!

Wind in White Birch

                The sun was creeping up over The `Burgh when someone nudged me awake. The smell of hot coffee and bacon was directly under my nose. I reached for the cup blindly. Rhick crouched in front of me, his face unshaven and his blond hair ruffled. Rhick always looked incredible in the morning, especially when holding breakfast on a plate. I carefully took the Styrofoam cup from his hand.

            “Thanks,” I murmured, glancing at my son still out cold. “What time is it?”
            Rhick glanced at his gold watch then set my food on a small rolling table. “A little after five,” he stood up then sat down beside me, taking care not to allow our elbows to rub. I sipped warily. The coffee was just the way I like it. “Look, about the shit I said last night about that kid you`re dating . . .”

            A rusty blade jabbed into my side at the mention of Jonah. Where was he? I had sat here next to Rhick for hours, biting the inside of my mouth to keep the tears at bay, worrying over where he could have gone and what would remain of our relationship, if you could really call it a relationship.

            “He`s not a kid, Rhick.” I spoke softly into my creamed and sugared. “He`s twenty-six.”

            “And you`re thirty-six. Jesus, Dana,” he grumbled, swirling dregs of sugared but black in the bottom of his cup.

            “But it`s okay for you to shag a twenty-two year old? God, I hate double-standards,” I seethed, slurping more loudly than I had planned.

            “Well, maybe if you saw the dinner conversation me and the twenty-two year old have, you`d steer clear of that young buck.”

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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Monday Author/Book Spotlight - Nikki Belaire`s Wine & Whiskey

Join me in saying hello to the talented Nikki Belaire! She's visiting today to share some info about her new release with Secret Cravings Publishing, Wine & Whiskey.

Nick DeMarco

A wealthy financier with alleged ties to
organized crime. He's arrogant,
stubborn, and obsessed with the quiet,
gentle woman who may not be as delicate
as she seems.

Shae Armstrong

A sheltered pop star living a life created
by others. She's bold on stage, yet
guarded when the lights fade.


No longer controlled by her mother, manager, or former fiancé, pop star Shae
Armstrong steps out on her own and into the path of Nick DeMarco, a wealthy
investor with alleged ties to organized crime and real childhood scars to overcome. She
wants to take it slow. He needs her now, in his life and in his bed.

Nick’s enemies threaten her career, her friendships, even her sanity, but not her heart -
the one thing Nick holds precious. He proves his love is real, and she stops running.
Until everything around them falls apart, including him. He swore he would never
hurt her. Instead, he almost destroys them both.

Buoyed by her new-found confidence and strength his love instills in her, Shae makes a
dangerous choice, sacrificing her happiness for his, just like he always does for her.
Unable to let her break the connection between them, Nick accepts the trust she places
in him, the depth of her love giving him the courage to try again.

Now that she’s found her own voice and helped him see who he really is, can Shae
survive the challenges of living in Nick’s world?

Nikki Belaire Biography

Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for alpha males
and bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong women they love. She
spends more time in her characters’ lives than her own. But, when she’s in the real
world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time
with her husband and daughter.

The first book of Nikki’s Surviving Absolution series is Wine & Whiskey , which
launched through Secret Cravings Publishing. Heat level: three flames

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Excerpt 1

When the jet begins its descent, Shae turns from the window and looks at him. “Now
are you going to tell me where we are?”
Nick holds up his finger. “Patience. I said when we land.”
His breath catches as she rolls her eyes and laughs, soft and silky, warming him in the
cool cabin. He didn’t think it was possible for her to be more beautiful than she
already is. Her face flushes and eyes sparkle with excitement, matching the hint of
glitter across her bare shoulders, completely exposed with her hair in loose curls behind
her head. He would take a beating just to taste the soft, sweet skin at the base of her
At the bump of the landing gear rolling across the runway she looks back at him again.
“We’ve landed. Tell me!”
“We’re slightly northeast of wine country. I read an article in one of the business
journals about a man from Indiana re-opening his grandfather’s winery. I thought we
could check it out before he launches.”
“Oh, I love it. I can’t wait.”
Once the pilots open the door and disembark, Max and the two security men
accompanying them file out. She starts to stand up, but he puts his hand on her arm.
Loath to rouse any uncertainty, he attempts a casual tone. “Just a minute, sweetness.
Let Max take care of things first.”
Two black SUVs sit on the tarmac with a young woman wearing a navy blazer
standing next to them. Max talks to her as the other two men open the doors and
inspect the interiors. A slight frown darkens Shae’s angelic face, and his stomach
clenches at her anxiety.
“Is everything okay?”
“It’s just a precaution. I don’t want anything to ruin our day.”
Her lips curl into a smile and she squeezes his hand, releasing some of his tension.
“Nothing will.”
After the inspection is complete, Max signs the woman’s clipboard and takes the keys
from her. Nick pulls Shae up from her seat and leads her down the steps. “Let’s go.”
They drive along the countryside with Max and his team following behind. Tall trees
border farm fields, separating them by owner or crop. A few stray clouds float above
the distant mountains, no barrier to the abundant sunshine.
Resting her head against the seat, she turns to him. “How did you arrange for us to
have such beautiful weather?”
“I’m good at charming angels.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re still as slick as the day I met you.”
He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses each knuckle. Somehow, she saw past his
arrogance and gave him a chance. And somehow, he’s lucky to earn more even when
he fucks up. “You’re still as beautiful.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me.”

Excerpt 2 (Adult)

Pinkness tints her cheeks as she tilts her head, tucking a strand of hair behind
her ear. Her sudden shyness intoxicates him, a heady combination of adorable and
sexy, making her pleasure his only goal. He slips his hands under her negligee,
lifting it off and tossing it aside. The pressure in his groin almost erupts at
her pink nipples straining taut against his chest.
Keeping him from taking one in his mouth, she slides her delicate hands under
his chin, studying his face, scanning his features as if searching for something
beyond the surface. He freezes under her gaze. She delves deeper than any other
woman, almost farther than he can endure, fearful she’ll pierce the mask hiding
the real him. And, despise what she finds underneath. His voice chokes in his
throat. “What?”
A soft smile graces her angelic face. “Has anyone ever told you how wonderful
you are?”
No. Because no one’s ever thought it but her.
Her mouth finds his. Chaste kisses, smiling against his lips. “And romantic.”
Pressing softly, barely touching. “Thoughtful.” Driving him to the edge as he
resists every urge to devour her. “Sexy.”
Just when he can’t hold back any longer, she thrusts her tongue inside, making
him moan as his fingers slide across her cheeks and into her hair, absorbing all
of her sweet essence. Fighting to control his desire, he breaks away, dipping
his head and flicking his tongue against the hardened nub, keeping her in place
as her back arches. She drives her hands through his hair, wrapping her fingers
around the burgeoning curls on his neck he hates, her breathy whisper like
fireworks against his skin. “These are perfect to hold on to when you make love
to me.”
Okay, maybe they aren’t so bad. She lifts up from straddling him as he grasps
the waistband of her panties. Her fingertips burn his skin in their urgency to
help him push them down. In her raised position, he teases her wet core,
stroking the soft folds before plunging a finger inside. She gasps, her legs
trembling, and begins to lower herself back down. Wrapping his arm around her
waist, he holds her up as she rests her head on his shoulder. His body flames
with need at her lips on his ear. “Your fingers are magic.”
“That’s not my only trick.”
As she whispers his name, her hands move to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping
them as he lifts up to free himself from the fabric separating them. He reaches
into his pocket and pulls out a foil packet before kicking his pants all the way
off. Her eyes never waver from his as he guides her hips over his throbbing tip.
She slides down his length, her lips parting in a sharp gasp, her small fist
wrapping around his shirt. Pain grips his chest at her hesitation. “Are you
A slow smile curls her lips as she nods. “I’ve never been on top. You’re a lot
to take in at once.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine.”
Coiling her arms around his neck, she slowly raises and lowers her body, letting
him stretch and fill her, building tension in him begging to be released. Silky
perfection moving under his fingertips. All he can see is her. Nothing else
exists. No barriers between them. Only her sweetness surrounding him, flowing
over him like the purest honey. “Do you know how much I love you?”
She nods, her eyes heavy with desire, locking with his. God, she’s so beautiful.
“How right this is?”
Her head dips again, her gaze boring into his, humbling him with the enormity of
her love.
“How I'm never letting you go?”
Her pace quickens at his words. Their bodies’ slick with sweat, skin sliding
against skin as she accepts him completely. He grasps her hips, grinding into
her while helping her ride him faster and deeper. The rhythm of his hard thrusts
matches her racing heart against his chest, her muscles pulsing and tightening
around him. “Nick, I…”
He can’t hold back, and he’s taking her with him. “Tell me, sweetness.”


Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake
Demons - Imagine Dragons
The Heart Wants What it Wants - Selena Gomez
Say Something - Great Big World
Stay - Rihanna
I Could Not Ask for More - Edwin McCain
Let Her Go - Passenger
Adore You - Miley Cyrus
Clarity - Zedd
Here Without You - Three Doors Down
Far Away - Nickelback

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday Ramblings - An Evening on the Pond

For those who may not know it, my family and I are ridge-runners. Yep, we live in the mountains of Pennsylvania in a very small and rural county. I think it is the most beautiful place on earth, but of course everyone thinks that of where they live. And if you don't, you need to move.

We are lucky to have permission to fish on a local farm pond. This time of year we like to pile into the boat and spend an hour or so on the water looking for Mr. Big Bass. While Mister and Miss had some success I caught only weeds. Oh well, it`s not really the tally of fish caught that matters, it`s the time spent with no TV, no cell phones, and nothing but those you love the most close at hand.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Hockey VS. Football - The Great Breakfast Debate

Several days ago, it came to the attention of the Philadelphia Wildcats new Russian forward, Petro Shevenko, that a certain footballer had made disparaging comments about oatmeal and those who eat it. Since Petro knows that I’m friends with the lovely and talented woman who created Griff Montgomery, he rang me up. An irate Russian shouting in your ear about oats and buckwheat at three in the morning is not fun. To spare myself from any other late night calls and the ugliness of sleep deprivation, I contacted Jean Joachim. She agreed to set up a meeting between our two characters so that they could hash out their differences. Ha-ha! Hash, that's funny because this is about breakfast foods and hash browns are—

I told you sleep deprivation wasn`t pretty. You know what, let`s just get to the guys and the great breakfast food debate. We brought the two star athletes together in neutral ground, a diner halfway between where both men play their respective sports. After the two handsome hulks were seated Jean and I simply sat in the booth behind Griff and Petro, sipping coffee, snickering at the puns, and taking notes to share with our readers. Also, if a scrum broke out we could stop it. Yeah, right, as if two authors could tear apart a football player intent on trying to pound a hockey player into gruel.

Speaking of gruel…

(Be warned! These are two athletes. The language is rough and crude. If that offends, now is the time to go visit another blog.) 

I'd like to give a huge thanks to the wonderful Jean Joachim for letting her man Griff come hang out and exchange barbs with Petro. You rock lady! 


Petro: "So, I am hearing that you think oatmeal is for pussies. This is true?"

Griff: "Damn right it is. Mush. That's what you feed babies, right?"*shudders* "Yuck. Pussy food for sure."

Petro: "You are mistaken, ball-fondler. I am growing up on kasha made by my grandmother. Do I look like baby?"

Griff: "I don't fondle any balls. I fondle breasts, but that's another topic. What the eff is kasha, anyway? Your grandmother cooks for you?" *snickers behind hand*. "I guess we know who the ball fondler is here."

Petro:  "My sorry. I thought you only fondled things that could be deflated. And no, she does not cook for me now. My woman does that when she is not too tired from lovemaking. But as child, yes, she makes kasha, or as you American`s call it oatmeal or porridge. Makes men big and strong and hard as rock."

Griff: "I agree that part of you is hard -- your head! My woman makes eggs for me and she's never too tired after a frisky night of love with me. Ever suck down scrambled eggs? All protein. Made me the big strong, invincible guy you see here. And add some bacon or sausage. Crap, I'm getting hungry. Is this a pussy diner? Don't they serve a man's breakfast?"


Petro: *leans back into seat and folds arms over chest* "No, footballer, it was not my head that is being hard all the time. As for eggs making you invincible? Pft. You spend too much time with your hands between another man's legs. Eggs are chicken droppings. Hot buckwheat with sour cream is what real men eat. I too could use some food."

Griff: Chicken droppings? *laughs* "Gotta admit that was a good one. I'm not gonna tell you where I keep my hands, because Jean will throw a fit. But it sure as hell is NOT between another man's legs. I'm just there to catch the ball. Every child in the U.S. knows that. Maybe babies who eat oatmeal don't know how the game is played. While we're here, I dare you to eat eggs!"

Petro: "Ah, well, it looks much different on the TV. At least in my sport we know where our hands are at all times. Many times, they are fists in the faces of our opponents. Eggs? You would have me eat something that falls out of chicken butt? I will make you deal, Mr. Griff Football Star. I will try some of those egg scrambles if you have heaping bowl of oatmeal."

Griff:  "Fists? You guys fight all the time. Where's the sport? Beat up the other team, then lose when they score while you're thrown in time-out. Yeah. Hockey players get time-out. I guess they all eat oatmeal and get time-out like babies!"*laughs hysterically at his own joke*"A heaping bowl of mush? No way. Two spoonfuls, maybe. I'll be nice and give you bacon and sausage with your eggs."

Petro: "At least we are not hiding behind line of big men while scrambling around like those eggs you are so fond of! Then you are getting sacked and limping off with scratch on finger. We hockey players fight like men, play like men, and fu—"

*Vicki shouts from next booth* "Hey! Language! This isn`t the Wildcats locker room."

"Ugh, she is so bossy at times. Is your creator so bad? No. It must be whole bowl. Do not be pussy. I do not want sausage. Ham is good. Also some tvorog, Russian food similar to your cottage cheese. And coffee. Much strong coffee."

Griff: "Mine is worse. She curses just as much as I do, but if I do it in public--BLAM! She takes my girl out of my bed for a week. Worse than a time-out on the ice."


Petro: "Oh yes, that is much bad. Taking woman out of bed is vicious. Perhaps our creators should be head coaches. So, do we have deal, Mister Griff Montgomery? "*waves over waitress*

Griff: "Okay. At least our big men are really big, not wearing so much gear they look twice their size to protect them from a scratch or a stick in the balls. Oops."

*From the booth behind him Jean shouts* "Hey! Griff. Watch it!"

 "I'll barf if I have to eat a whole bowl of that crap. Okay. Ham instead of sausage. Do you eat the mush plain? Do you hold your nose when you eat it? How do you get the yucky sliminess out of your mouth? I'm feeling nauseous."*holds belly*

Petro: "For writers they have ears like hawk. What is barf?"

Griff: "Throw up. Toss your cookies. What can I put on that mush to keep it down? Ugh." *Closes eyes, makes face.*

Petro: "Oh, puking up. I understand now. You Americans have weird words. There are many things to top kasha with. My woman likes fruits like strawberry but I eat with only sour cream."

Griff:  "Sour cream? You put something sour on that baby mush? Oh, God. I think I'm going to be sick. "*makes puking noises behind his hand,* "Our words are weird? You have four letters when you only need two. 'Nyet' instead of 'no'. Really? Fruit isn't enough to hide the taste of baby mush that pussies eat."

Petro: *chuckles smugly* "If you were real man, and athlete, you could eat kasha as men do, with only sour cream. Maybe you would like some applesauce on top like Russian babies eat it? Make sure you get bib from server."

Griff:" Real men use kasha to grout the bathtub. It dries as hard as a rock, right? I don't want that cement in my body. My body is a temple. I treat it well, so I can be Super Bowl winning quarterback and fu--oops, make love all night! Russian babies? "*Makes a fist* "Footballers have fists, too."*snarls*.

Petro:  "A temple? Ha,ha! That is puny temple. You would not last five minutes on ice without many big men to hide behind. If you eat kasha you will pleasure your woman for hours like wild Russian stallion!"*hits chest with fist* "Pft. Your womanly fist does not scare me. You wish to bring it here and now, football man?"*shoots to his feet*

*Vicki shouts from next booth* "No fighting! Sheesh. What a couple of blockheads."

Griff: "And you can't even see a guy's butt or his dick in those hockey uniforms. For all you know, it could be all women playing. Who would know? You know when a guy steps on the gridiron."

Petro:" You are looking for dicks when watching hockey? There is something you wish to tell us?"*drops back down as food is placed on table by nervous waitress*

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