Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Lonely Soul - Released Today


Announcing the release of Book Three in the Soul Series!
Lonely Soul

The elder of the McAlister siblings was responsible and always putting his brother and sister before himself. Now that Erick and Elizabeth were enjoying their married lives, the time had come for Michael Casey McAlister to find his soulmate. He was a man with a deep sense of family and honor, yet at times he could be manipulative and very controlling, always doing what he thought was best for others. Yes, the time had come for him to look within himself and not follow the “logical path” of being married to the company and alone, very alone in life.

Featured on The Most Dangerous Bachelors list with his brother, his past was full of many beautiful women who only saw the glamour and the money in his life. With his good looks, wealth and sexual prowess, he attracted countless ladies, but when the one he thinks is Miss Right doesn’t like his dog, he shows her to the door. His heart then leads him to follow his love for outdoor activities and search for a woman who isn’t a high-society princess.

Lonely and discouraged, he dedicates himself to a New York City community garden project with his friends and busies himself with the comic strip he has created under the secret pen name of Mike Casey. Mike meets Lauren “Wren” Avery with the help of their dogs in the park while he’s working on a cartoon. He sees her as an opportunity to improve himself and not follow his father’s path of unhappiness.
Their simple walks in the park and playful banter quickly develop into a deeper relationship. Mike finds the little things in life make him happy and enjoys being with Wren. He certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with the graphic artist.
Wren falls in love with him as, Mike the cartoonist, not knowing he is the co-owner of McAlister Enterprises, the same company she works for. He knows he’s wrong in not telling her the truth about who he is.

His world begins to fall apart when Wren receives a notice that she’s being transferred to the London office, a transfer he personally proclaimed before he met her, and during a time when he believed he was looking at the best interests of his employees. As Wren’s anger towards “the McAlister” increases, Mike’s fear of telling her the truth ends up causing problems.

One night over dinner, she finds out who he really is…from his ex-girlfriend. His world comes to a crashing halt. He realizes that while building the company and interfering in other people’s lives he may have lost control of his own life and what truly matters. He escapes to the wilderness of his log cabin in northern New York for some solitude.

Eventually, he’s joined by his friends who help him devise a plan to get Wren back into his life. What he first saw as an opportunity to improve himself, had turned out to be the one thing that made him whole - the love of a woman. He would do whatever it took to win her back.



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Excerpt from Lonely Soul:
Michael was alone in the men’s room and took his time washing. He knew it was a nasty thing he had done to Colleen, but he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t think she couldn’t handle it. Besides she had been whoring around in more ways than one; she deserved it. Now that his anger and frustration were gone, loneliness was seeping in.

He wondered if he could ever find the right woman to spend the rest of his life with. Judging by his record with women, he wasn’t sure. They were beautiful and sexy but always digging into his pockets or into his pants to state a claim of being bedded by him. Deep inside a hatred of who he was boiled; a partner in one of the fastest growing companies, wealthy, healthy, and possessing a reputation as a sensual lover.

If he did find the woman of his dreams how would he know she wouldn’t be after what he represented? How could he trust one more beautiful creature who would surely get under his skin? How could he find out her intentions before he made a further, more disastrous mistake?

Being selected as one of the ‘World’s Most Dangerous Bachelors’ hadn’t hurt his chances; he just needed to improve his selecting methods. Unfortunately most women who chased after him were only physically appealing and did nothing for the rest of him. Perhaps he should look in a different direction. Maybe there was a nature-girl in the little town by his cabin. But then again, his choice of a life partner would have to be able to handle the big city and all the unwanted attention of the press.

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Monday, May 18, 2009

Let's Paint A Picture


“Let’s make a fantasy real,” she taunted as she kicked a large roll of canvas into unraveling across the studio floor. Elizabeth took Puzzola by the hand and led him to the center. His eyes glimmered with recognition of her plan.

“I hope you’re planning to use acrylic paint on this canvas,” his eyes never leaving her body while his smile only grew larger.

“Certainly,” Elizabeth presented him with a basket full of brightly colored tubes of acrylic paint.

Puzzola laughed when she opened a tube of paint and squirted a long snake-like color onto his chest. She smeared it across to his shoulders and down his belly without taking her eyes off his face. With an incredible sense of freedom, Puzzola removed the top from a tube of crimson and slowly spread the pigment over her breasts. The cool touch of the paint felt good against her warm skin. Elizabeth was living a dream she secretly coveted and she felt herself turning into putty at the mercy of Puzzola’s hands as he spread more paint on her.

Pulling him down to the canvas, she kissed him with the promise of more...

Excerpt from Painted Soul - Book One of the Soul Series.


Friday, May 15, 2009

The Next Kiss - 10 Years Later


Elizabeth pressed against him, tilted her head back with closed eyes as a small moan escaped from her lips. Her body begged to be touched, to feel the burn. She needed him to wipe away those lost years without him. He cupped her face with his fiery hands, forcing her eyes to open. His eyes burned into her then they rolled back when she ran her hands across his torso and along his sides, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath the silk fabric of his shirt. She could hear his struggled breathing and feel his rapid heartbeat. Pleased with her affect on him, she continued her movements.

Her eyes opened as he caressed her throat with his fingers and brought his hand down her chest across her breast. Elizabeth thought her heart would leap out of her chest when his hand stroked her body as if inspecting, then finally resting on the small of her back. His other hand slid behind her head. A soft purr escaped from her as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Elizabeth closed her eyes, breathing hard, tipped her head back desirous for a kiss.

Pulling her close Puzzola nuzzled her check, “You have haunted my dreams. I can not believe I am finally holding my specter. I have wanted you so long.”

His mouth came down on hers in desperate need. Heat churned inside her as she answered back with the same desperation. Flames of passion and desire spread to inferno.

“Dream lover,” she touched his check and he turned his face to place a kiss in her palm, “take me where I want to be.”

Excerpt taken from Painted Soul - Book One of the Soul Series.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

First Kiss


His lips caressed hers. Elizabeth melted. If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she probably would have fallen into a heap on the floor. She slid her arm over his shoulder to tangle her fingers in his long, soft black hair. Puzzola groaned as she ran her other hand over his painted cheek and her fingers through his blonde stripe. She inhaled rapidly as he pulled her upward to place feather kisses on her neck and collarbone. It felt so good, so right pressed against him. His lips came down hard on hers, parting her lips for a deep, intense kiss that reached into the depths of her soul.

“There is so much I want,” his voice was raspy. “I want to be with you. I want to take you where I know you want to be.”

“I wish I didn’t have to leave in the morning,” Elizabeth could hardly breathe. She was ready to give herself, and would have bargained with the devil himself for more time tonight in London. If he asked her to spend the night with him, she would.

“There is not enough time to kiss you. Not enough time to touch you. You are in my soul, Elizabeth McAlister. Remember my promise, we will meet again,” he whispered the pledge to her as he rubbed her temple with his thumb.

He ran his long fingers across her cheek to the back of her head and kissed her with greater intensity than before. She felt him claiming her, possessing her. With their bodies flattened against each other, she felt them fusing together. She could feel his heart beating as fast as hers was pounding loud in her ears.

As he pulled away, Elizabeth asked, “What’s your real name?”

“Puzzola,” he responded as he bowed his head and a lock of blonde hair fell across his dark eyebrows and ocean eyes. With two fingers, he gave her a jaunty salute and disappeared into the crowd.


Excerpt from the Prologue of Painted Soul - Book One of the Soul Series.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Fun at the Authors Event


The authors at the Spring Authors Event spent more time talking to each other than to readers. Traffic was a bit slow...perhaps due to the rainy day or the fact we were there the day before Mother's Day. Altogether we had fun and sold a few books.

I was happy to see my good friend, Cheryl Martin, an amazing photographer and poet. I picked up her latest book and we promised to do another event together this summer.

Writers have to leave their solitude occasionally; I'll post dates of events at a later time.