Archive for December, 2008
31
Dec
08
From us at PM to all of you…
Hi all, Ana Welsh here. I’m thrilled to announce that the second book that revolves around moi will be available to buy in three weeks! Point of Distraction the Second Collection goes on sale at Lyrical Press January 19, 2009. My author, Ms. Jacks, can hardly contain herself. That’s why I had to do the blog post this morning. She’s biting her nails and stuffing chocolate in her face. I told her she has nothing to worry about. The book is awesome if I do say so myself.
But you guys be the judge. Here’s an excerpt from the first story–Dirty Pool.
One good distraction deserves another…and another and another.
Delving further into the life and times of Ana Welsh, the second book in the Point of Distraction series brings a new set of challenges.
In Dirty Pool, Ana Welsh meets an unusually attractive man. Despite seeming to reciprocate Ana’s interest, Jordan Christiansen remains aloof and passive. After a few misread signals, it’s up to Ana to find out just what game this sexy mystery man is playing.
Warning: This book contains lots of detailed, hot lovin’, a sassy, sexy heroine, an alternate use for a pool table, and a veritable boy buffet. Love can take a lot of practice to get it right.
Excerpt:
Jordan selected a cue and chalked it. “The trick is the follow through.” Demonstrating his break, he slammed the tip of his stick into the cue ball, finishing with a forceful thrust his hips. The cue ball crashed into the other balls, scattering them about the table. Three
dropped into various pockets. One solid, two stripes.
“I’ll take stripes,” he said.
I was too busy replaying the thrust of his hips in my mind to care much about the game. Imagining what those hips would feel like between my legs, my eyes leveled on the most attractive feature of the room: the solid mahogany door. After I crossed the room, I slid the door closed, giving us some privacy.
“I wish relationships could be like playing pool,” he said as he studied his next shot.
“Why?”
“Shooting pool is straight forward. Geometry, the laws of physics. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I know exactly what the outcome of a shot will be.”
“But with women, not so much?”
“Prrph.” He pushed a burst of air out of his lips. “Women play a game of dirty pool.”
“Misogynistic are we?” I joked.
“Not at all, but you have to understand, you all are mysterious and complicated on levels most men aren’t capable of.”
“If you say so. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been a guy.”
“Thank God.”…Jordan took a bit of chalk and wiped it onto the tip of his index finger and tapped a dot of blue onto the cue ball without disturbing its position.
“Okay, assume your shooting position,” he instructed.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Not yet. C’mon, now, assume the position.”
I leaned over, bending a little at the knee, and looped my index finger around the cue.
“Not bad, get a little lower. Wait—” He pulled me upright, sprinkling a little talc on my hands and dusting them off. “You want the stick to glide through your hands.”
I giggled at the innuendo. “Are you sure you aren’t flirting?” I leaned over again and allowed Jordan to adjust my posture.
“Okay, now tap the cue ball right there where I marked it. We’re aiming for the one ball in the corner pocket.”
“Just tap it?”
“Right. Give it a little kiss.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Sexy, isn’t it? Okay, kiss it,” he said, his lips a fraction of an inch from my ear.
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Sigh, that Jordan Christiansen is something else. Stay tuned. I’ll be back next Monday with another excerpt from Point of Distraction the Second Collection from the story eThe Road Less Taken and its yummy hero, Nikhil Khan.
24
Dec
08
Have a very Merry Christmas!
From all of us to all of you!
17
Dec
08
You Rang? Part Ten
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https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/12/03/you-rang-part-nine/
“You look gorgeous.”
He loved the wonderful shade of red she turned when he gave her a compliment. She grinned at him and looked down to the 
floor. He stepped closer to her so he could lift her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. He was taken aback by her beautiful brown eyes and the way they would light up when she focused on him. He could drown in her gaze. And then she smiled and he knew he was a goner. He leaned closer, needing a taste. She opened up to him with a moan and he took advantage taking their kiss deeper and cupping the back of her head. He guided her to the bed until he heard someone behind him clearing their throat.
“I’m still here guys and aren’t you supposed to be at the wedding reception soon?”
Jas’ roommate pulled him from the haze that was Jasmine. He took a step back and smiled down at her, hoping the night went fast. His need grew stronger the more he was in her presence. If someone had told him months ago that he’d be here with a beautiful woman that he’d met over the phone, he would have called them crazy.
“She’s right, we should be leaving.” Jas managed to say.
James took her hand while she said good bye to her friend and led them to the door.
“You really do look great.”
“Thank you. You look so handsome in your uniform. I never realized how much I loved the marine dress uniform. I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”
“Darlin’, I feel the same way about you. If I didn’t have to show up at my dad’s reception, I would be all over you.”
Jas laughed. He loved to hear her laugh almost as much as he enjoyed her smile. How did I get so lucky?
They reached the car he was using and James rushed to the passenger side to open the door for her.
“Thank you.”
James leaned down to give her a small kiss before shutting the door and getting into the car.
Ten minutes later they were at the reception hall and Jas turned to open her door when he stopped her.
“Wait.” He pulled her toward him. “I can’t keep my hands off you.” And then he kissed her. He stopped when he heard a voice outside the car.
“Hey, you two come in? Dad’s been wondering where you are.”
James sighed and pulled away.
“I guess we’d better head in, but after this, you’re mine.”
He got out of the vehicle and went to open her door, helping Jas out of the car and into his dad’s wedding reception.
“I’m so glad I met you. You make me very happy.”
James didn’t give Jas time to answer as they entered the building and he started introducing her to his family. I can’t wait until this is over, He thought with a sigh.
Well, this week started off with a bang for our Ms. Jacks. She’s found herself with not one, but two brand-spanking new contracts!
The first for Point of Distraction the Final Collection which closes out the saga of Ana Welsh…and yes ladies, there is a happily-ever-after ending.
The second contract is an exciting event indeed. It seems that not only does Cindy have a talent for erotic romance, but she also has a scrumptious darkside. Her newly created alter-ego, CJ Elliott, landed a contract with Wild Child Publishing as part of their stand-alone short line called Frights and Fears. The Wedding Feast by CJ Elliott is a side of Cindy I assure you, you’ve never seen before!
We’ll keep you updated on the development of these exciting titles. Ta-ta for now! ~Brighid
The next few years of Gideon’s’ life went on without any further interference from Olympus. Ares and Michael were there when Syria needed them just as they had promised. Gideon had grown into the spitting images of his fathers. From the raven black hair that curled around the back of his little ears to the deep blue eyes covered by long black eyelashes that brushed his cheeks when he blinked. There was nothing immortal about him. That is, until he began his third year of life.
Syria was busy cleaning the house with Gideon’s small helpful hands more o the hindrance than help, but she permitted him to help anyway. The family room was in dire need of a good sweeping so she grabbed the broom and went to work, trying not to wake her father who slept on the bed in the same room. It wasn’t long before she heard the gleeful sound of her son’s voice.
“Look mommy, I help.”
“Yes. Gideon help mom—”She turned to see her baby boy with her father’s bed held high above his head, with his grand-father still in it asleep. “Gideon!” She gasped, quickly covering her mouth. She didn’t want to startle him and make him drop the bed. “Gideon, sweetheart put papa bed on floor. You don’t want to wake him from his nap.”
“Mommy, I help.” A frown covered his chubby face.
“Yes baby I know, but Mommy has already cleaned there.” She hoped the little lie would get him to put the bed down without injuring her father.
“Ok Mommy, I put Papa down.” He lowered the bed back to the floor, rand over and gave Syria a big hug. She looked back at the bed her father still asleep.
Thank the Gods he’s a heavy sleeper.
She called to his fathers and they arrive in the blink of an eye. Michael had come alone but Ares appeared with a very stunningly beautiful woman on his arm. As flawless as she was she had to be a Goddess. Syria didn’t appreciate the intrusion of this stranger or the total lack of regard Ares showed in bringing her. Before she could confront him about, he spoke.
“Forgive me Syria, but we were on our way to Las Vegas when I heard your call. We came as quickly as we could.”
“Yes, please forgive my intrusion, I mean no disrespect. My name is Brighid, I am the Goddess of Healers and Poets, among other things. It is an honor to meet you.” The beauty said.
Syria calmed herself, under the circumstances she had no reason to be upset with Brighid or Ares. She and the God of War had no ties other than the soon they had created together.
“Pleased to meet you Brighid.”
Gideon came running when he saw both of his fathers arrive. He ran to Michael who plucked him up from the ground, swung him up to the heavens, and caught him in a loving hug.
“How are you my angel?”
Gideon was occupied with the beautiful lady with Ares. “Pretty lady, daddy.”
“Yes she is very pretty.” Michael agreed placing the fidgety tot back to the ground.
Gideon walked over to Brighid, tugged on the flowing tresses of her gown. The goddess kneeled down. “You are a cute one aren’t you?”
Gideon’s chubby hand caressed her cheek. “Pretty.”
“And a lot like your father I see.” She laughed.
Ares called to his son. “Come little one.” He scooped Gideon up into his muscular arms. “Have you been giving your mother a trouble?”
“Yes Syria, what has given you caused to call upon us?” Michael asked.
Syria recapped the story for the two men. They both looked back at the innocent youth, trying to figure out a way to explain to a three-year-old toddler the strength he possessed. Most of all they had to make him understand how easily it would be to hurt someone if he wasn’t careful.
They left the two women and took their son aside to begin the first lesson of many to come in how to control his powers.
Stars littered the sky, sparkling diamonds, seemingly random to the span of a human life. The balcony stretched open under the light of the stars and Dove felt as if she might spread with it, expanding until she could embrace the whole universe. Green velvet and taffeta swirled around her as she spun, arms out, closed eyes not filtering the intensity of her emotion at all. “It’s so wonderful! Everything is so perfect!”
“You are what you’ve made yourself,” Brad said softly. Hands in his pockets, he watched, a bemused smile on his face. “You’re the one that’s perfect.”
“Hardly,” she said, both hands smoothing back earthy colored hair, long flyaway bangs that framed her face. “I’m not perfect, but I’m a doctor now. It’s Christmas Eve and I love you.”
Arms went around her, pulling her close, movements done with the speed of a warrior so that even a loving embrace was a powerful strike. “If you love me then I can overcome all things,” he said, voice lowering into a rumbling growl at her ear. “I shall be your knight and this day there shall be none who can call upon me, save you, my beautiful violet eyed lady.”
She giggled, a hand slipping under his grey tuxedo jacket to feel the warmth of his body through the thin silken shirt. “But it is you who are my lord, Brad. I wear your mark and from here to Rigel I am yours.”
“Shh,” he pleaded, kisses finding their way under her braid to the back of her neck. “This holiday, this Christmas, once it was about redemption, about a man who could make all equal and all free. So tonight, we are equals, or you shall be my lady. The Calix will have no power between us now. The power of Christmas is older than any laws of man.”
Shivering she pressed closer, strong arms going around him, powerful surgeon fingers rubbing his back. “So you’re my present,” she asked, looking up. “Do I get to unwrap my present tonight?”
“Indeed.” Dark brown eyes smiled at her, unguarded, leaving behind all the duties and trappings of his role in the world. “Unwrap me Dove, or I shall never find myself. Open me and help me find my heart so that it will always be safe with you.”
Blush burned over her cheeks. “It’s so new. I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong,” she whispered, before tugging at one of his buttons with her lips.
The orchestra struck up again inside the ballroom, and he carried the faint music into a slow and gentle swaying dance. “You can do anything, Dove. Being a doctor is perfect for you. You found me dead and brought me back to life.”
“I was a whore,” Dove said, looking up at him, eyes filled with uncertainty. “How did we get to where we are?”
“Well, first there was your laughter and your complete unpredictability, and the gentle way you touch, and how you stayed with me even after the time you had to, how you saw me as a person and not just an obligation. Then I got to know you and the more I know you, the more I’m sure that life is worth living. So see? You brought me back to life. You graduated school tonight. I give you your freedom from all obligations to the family.”
She wasn’t prepared for him to catch her hand, or the burning flash that came next translated into warmth spreading through her body. When he let go, holding her hand up for her to see, the signel, on her palm since conception, branded into her DNA, faded, disappearing as she watched. “Can you? Really? Brad?”
“Really, I can,” he said.
Held in his arms, the mark of her indentured status now so gone it the absence of it glared at her, she felt precious, warm, and slightly frightened of the future. “What does it mean?”
“It means you are free,” he said, kissing fine brown hair. “It means that you are a brilliant doctor and the person I love more than life itself. You are my lady and tonight I am your knight.”
“Love you.”
Heather: Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?
Jambrea: I don’t think so, why?
Heather: Do you know what tomorrow is?
Jambrea: Um…yeah. Wednesday.
Heather: And what usually happens on Wednesday?
Jambrea: Well…ummm…*light bulb goes off* OH! My blog story!
Heather: Well is it done?
Jambrea: Mmmm…well…ummm…
Heather: I take that is a no! *shakes head* what have you been doing all this time.
Jambrea: I had great plans to have it done already, really I did, but…but…*sigh* I threw my schedule out the window. This promotion stuff is hard, but fun! I wrote 2 blogs last night and I finished another one today, plus I sent some info for another blog and someone just asked me to go on their blog too! It is CRAZY! I wanted to write my blog story tonight, but today is release day and we are having a chat so I know there is no way it will be done in time. I’m sorry Heather.
Heather: Well at least you gave the blog readers something hot last week. You know you’ll have to make it up to them next week, right?
Jambrea: I know. And I will! I’m almost finished with You Rang? So I’ll need to think of something else to write. Do you have any ideas?
Heather: I don’t know about that. I do know that you need to get back to Molli and Decklin. Not to mention Becca and Samson. You know Sunie will wait. She is very patient, but she has been talking to me lately. Something about she hopes speed dating gets better.
Jambrea: You’re making my head hurt just saying their names. Now they are all talking at once. How am I going to get anything done?
Heather: I’m sure you’ll think of something. Now get back to work!
Jambrea: Yes ma’am!
Heather: *giggle*
08
Dec
08
Save the Dates!
The authoresses here at Playground Mystique have a busy winter ahead of them! So while my little Miss Jacks is still on the mend I thought I’d post some dates you don’t want to miss.
Cindy Jacks chats at Romance Junkies tonight about her upcoming release, Point of Distraction the Second Collection
One Touch, One Glance Anthology releases at Freya’s Bower 12/9/2008
One Touch, One Glance Anthology chat at Kensana’s own private chat room 12/19/2008
Join Kensana, Jambrea, and Cindy at Savannah Chase’s 2nd Annual Christmas party 12/20/2008
Point of Distraction the Second Collection releases at Lyrical Press 1/19/2009
A happy holiday season to all. We hope you’ll join us for the festivities!
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