The Angels Present: Cliffhanger Sunday

Missed cliffhanger Saturday so decide to do it today. Sadie finds herself dangling on infinity cliff.

I'm on a ledge—my feet." Her heart pounded. Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't...

"Hang on. Whatever you do, don't look down. I've shifted back. Grab me." He reached for her.

"I'm slipping—Brody!" Her toes pointed, touching the ledge, she tightened her fingers around the rocks. Then she looked up and saw Brody stretching his arms toward her. God, but she didn't want to let go of anything. Heart racing, blood pounding through her veins she saw death fly past.

Somewhere an owl hooted. A full moon hung low on the horizon and a wolf let out an eerie wail.

"Oh my, God." She looked down, waves of nausea zipped through her as her eyes blurred and the world revolved around her

Moments passed like hours as she tried to gain control of her emotions. Then as if they were detached from his body, his fingers curled around one of Sadie's wrists. With a muttered curse, he hauled her from her precarious spot.

"I've got you." Brody pulled her close, his face buried in her hair.

She was in his arms, sobbing and shaking. She felt his heart thundering against her ribs, but it wasn't as loud as hers. She needed to hang on to him forever. He was her rock, an unshakable strength.

"Brody, dear God, I've never been so terrified." Her arms wrapped so tightly around him brought her some measure of relief.

"I'm so sorry," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "I'm so sorry. But it's good now. You're safe. It's all good. I shouldn't have frightened you so. It was too much too soon."

"Hold me until I stop shaking, please." Sadie needed his warmth, wanted to feel alive. His naked body against her brought a sense of belonging. She had almost fallen to her death. She had wanted to know just how high Infinity Cliff reached into the sky, but not by falling to her death.

"I'll never stop holding you, protecting you." He drew her closer, tighter, running his hands up and down her back as if he needed to make sure she was still alive.

Sadie reciprocated, pulling Brody nearer, knowing he held the only power to stop her fear and her trembling. Needing to renew life was all she thought. Inside her, complete her, and make her whole again overpowered rational thought. She wanted Brody to make love to her, here, on top of the cliff that had nearly been her undoing.

"Brody, I want you—need you... Now."
"Are you sure?"

The Angels Present: Sweet Sexy Sadie

Title: Sweet Sexy Sadie

Author: Christine Young

Email: achristay@aol.com

Genre: Erotic Romance

Excerpt Heat Level: 1

Book Heat Level: 5

Buy at: www.roguephoenixpress.com

From the first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.

REVIEW

Brenda Demko for Crazy for Books

My Thoughts:

I enjoyed this book about the McKenna clan of jaguar shifters. It had lots of hot hot scenes so I'd only advise this one for adults.

There were some sweet moments, some sad, and some scary. Sadie was a newbie in a town where everyone knows everyone. She was there because she wanted to do research. She had issues trusting or getting close to others. She felt a connection with Brody and it really scared her. 

Brody McKenna liked the sight of her right from the instant his eyes noticed her. After a short time spent with her he is sure that she's the one. :-) I thought Brody was pretty darn awesome. He was kind and caring. He also wasn't too afraid to say what he was feeling.

This book was relatively quick and I liked it. I'm eager to see what happens with Brody's sister Lyn and her dreams. In other words, I'll be following this series too.

I really liked the idea of the Amazonian devil. It was creepy but unique. When you read as many books as I do those that are unique tend to stand out all the more. This one did. :-)

I received an ecopy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion.   

The Angels Present: It's Check In Day

Look Past the Sunset to the Sunrise

It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Finished first rough draft of Highland Sunrise. Will have it sent to my editor the end of the week. Looking forward to the author fair at the Salem Library on Saturday.

 Happy writing.

How was your week?

Rogues Angels Present: Weak at the Knees

Please welcome Jo Kessel author of Weak At the Knees.

$50 Amazon or BN.com gift card. Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win.

This is book is on sale for $0.99 December 22 through January 6.

WEAK IN THE KNEES

By

Author Jo Kessel

  

“We got so busy living life that we forgot to live our dreams.”

Danni Lewis has been playing it safe for twenty-six years, but her sheltered existence is making her feel old ahead of time. When a sudden death plunges her into a spiral of grief, she throws caution to the wind and runs away to France in search of a new beginning.

The moment ski instructor Olivier du Pape enters her shattered world she falls hard, in more ways than one.

Their mutual desire is as powerful and seductive as the mountains around them. His dark gypsy looks and piercing blue eyes are irresistible.

Only she must resist, because he has a wife – and she’d made a pact to never get involved with a married man.

But how do you choose between keeping your word and being true to your soul?

Weak at the Knees is Jo’s debut novel in the new adult, contemporary romance genre – a story about love, loss and relationships, set between London and the heart of the French Alps.

Olivier sits next to me on the piano stool. We’re even closer than that day up the mountain and it’s even more intoxicating. His body is so close to mine that the slightest adjustment would have us touching. I can feel his heat, an electrical charge which makes the side of my leg that’s almost brushing his tingle all the way down. He pulls up his woolly, navy sleeves. “Shall we?” I note the gold wedding band on his dark, manly hands as his fingers hover above the keyboard. I nod, not trusting myself to speak, thinking the sooner he starts playing piano the better, to distract me from this powerful attraction. He crashes both hands down with flair and starts playing his version of the Boogie Woogie. It’s slightly jazzier and more sophisticated than mine. I let him play by himself for a while, enjoying watching him, surprised by how good he is.

The rhythm gets to me, my upper torso unconsciously pulsing forward, toes tapping in my shoes. I put my mug down on top of the piano and start trying to improvise a Gerswhin-esque melody line, fluttering my right hand up and down the keyboard in syncopation to Olivier’s beat. For about ten minutes we thump away, cheesy grins on our faces, occasionally catching each others’ eye. We play whatever comes into our heads, changing the mood and key from time to time. Sometimes it works and sometimes it’s a discordant mess, but it doesn’t matter. By the time Olivier eventually tires and crashes a final chord, our bodies are touching all the way from our shoulders to our knees. I don’t want to move, which is exactly why I do. I stand up, to recover my senses and my drink.

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When Jo was ten years old she wrote a short story about losing a loved one. Her mother and big sister were so moved by the tale that it made them cry. Having reduced them to tears she vowed that the next time she wrote a story it would make them smile instead. Happily she succeeded and with this success grew an addiction for wanting to reach out and touch people with words. Jo lives in London with her husband and three children where she works as a TV and print journalist. She tells life stories and can often be found travelling the globe researching the next big holiday hotspots for readers to enjoy. Since becoming a mother anything even remotely sad makes her cry. She’s a sucker for a good romance and tear-jerker movies are the worst. She’s that woman in the cinema, struggling to muffle audible wails as everyone else turns round to stare.

P.S Jo’s pretty certain one of her daughters has inherited this gene.          

http://www.jokessel.com/

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Point of View

                As I sit down to write this blog I think of a line from an old Kenny Rogers' song. He sits down with his guitar and he’s torn between the things he should do. With my notebook and pen in hand I too feel torn between the bog I should do and the scene I struggled with last night.

                Usually when a scene isn’t working I change the point of view. I wish dealing with people was as easy.  You can easily prod characters in the direction you want them to go. Unfortunately we can’t do that with some people. I guess that’s why I like to write. Sorry I sidetracked the blog.

                When I couldn’t sleep I took another look at the troubled scene. Drinking a cup of hot chocolate, which makes everything better, I changed the point of view and the words are flowing a lot easier now. Last week, I started the second story in the Sweetbriar Series. It is fun getting to know new characters and their situations.

                Until I Met You, the first in the series is on my editor’s desk, with a release date of Dec. ’13.

CHANGING SEASONS BRING CHANGES FOR ME

POSTED BY: Genie Gabriel

Web site: www.GenieGabriel.com

The seasons have definitely changed here in the Pacific Northwest. The nights are cool. It's getting dark earlier. And the leaves are acquiring their fall colors. 

This year, more than most, I'm feeling the urge to stock up, clean up, and cuddle up for the coming winter. Perhaps because the squirrels and bees around my house started their fall preparations early--around the first part of August. Or maybe because I'm more focused on being as self-sufficient as possible and, as a result, am even more tuned into Mother Nature's cycles.

Whatever the reasons, I welcome my urge to spiff up my house and yard. 

How about you? Do you have any traditional--or new--routines for the changing of the seasons?

SOME MIRACLES DON'T COME EASY

POSTED BY: Genie Gabriel
Web site: www.GenieGabriel.com

In yesterday's excerpt from THE BODYGUARD, Mitch and Julia were working against a winter blizzard to find her children. Today's cliffhanger brings more challenges--overcoming cold-hearted human enemies. 

***CLIFFHANGER FROM THE BODYGUARD***

The cold, uneasy feeling in Mitch’s gut echoed the stark whiteness of the snowy landscape they trudged through. How ironic that the man who played a role in Charlene’s death was the best hope the twins had to survive. Still, Stryker was unpredictable. And where was Swaggerty? 

Although he missed her, Mitch was glad Julia had stayed behind. Perhaps while she was resting, the rescue teams would pull off a miracle fitting this holiday season. 

Their progress on snowshoes was slow. Mitch understood the danger of avalanches if they used snowmobiles and knew the slowness of their pace forced them to look for details they might overlook at a faster speed. Still, he champed at the delay. They had criss-crossed this grid a dozen times with no sign of the twins. Only the mongrel dog, Gabe, seemed excited by the trek across the frozen land. He trotted from one white lump to another, sniffing seriously. Although Mitch doubted the pooch’s pedigree, maybe he could turn up a clue they had missed. 

A pi-zing flying past Mitch’s ear shattered the routine search. 

"Get down!" Mitch tucked and rolled to the ground. The others stared in stunned silence as Mitch came up in a crouch behind a boulder with Gabe flattened belly-down beside him. "Get down! Someone is shooting at us."