Archive for August, 2007

Huge Blow out Labor Day sale. Sassy, sexy, flirty Simply Simone, one of a kind T-Shirts on sale, up to 50% off.

Stop by http://www.simplysimoneinc.com/ and order before they are all gone.

Selena

One project down several more to grow and the list just keeps growing. *sigh* My imagination won’t shut up and it doesn’t help that yesterday, my CP gave me two ideas which I smooshed together. LOL. I got yelled at for that. Today I found myself mentally writing the first chapter. Although this story is ambitious even by my standards I’m planning on trying to write at least 70,000 words. Oh god, that scares me even to think about it much less write it here.

I’m currently working on a 3,000 word story for The Pink Chair Diaries which I should be done with by the weekend and then it’s party time. I get to go to Philly and hang out with the fabulous Eve Vaughn. I’m so excited, pray for me that I behave myself and don’t go shopping crazy. I plan on trying cheesecake for the first time. Shar don’t say it!

Anyway, I’m planning on another contest. I’m really excited about it. I love putting together contests and getting ideas for what goes into the prize packs. This last contest blew me out of the water, the wonderful authors, loops and publishers that contributed to the prize packs just left me speechless with their wonderful generosity. I’m still trying to compose a thank you email to them and get all the words right.

But, believe me the next time I have one of these contests I’ll hit you guys up again, lol. Just kidding. But if you are an author and would like a promo opportunity whether in an author spotlight (I want to do those at least twice a month) or a contest or in my interview section on my website, don’t be shy, let me know (selenaillyria826 AT gmail DOT com).

Anyway, I just subbed Green Beer so keep your fingers crossed, do a little dance, make a little whoa, whoa, whoa, I think I’ve had a little too much sugar, don’t do that, okay go ahead, go do that but don’t tell me about it ‘kay? LOL. I just posted Missing You in the free story section of my website as well (finally). I’m hoping to get back to the sequel soon. I’ve been doing so much lately and trying to work on my stories at the same time, well at least one story at a time.  But, I have to start on the next book in the series.

Okay question for you dear readers. What Big Cat would you like to see in a book? I’m planning on doing a shifter story (CP’s idea) and I want to do a story about a Big Cat from Africa. But I’d like to use a cat that doesn’t get much attention, so give me your ideas and maybe you’ll find yourself in a drawing for a mini prize pack. I’m so sneaky, lol. Okay, gotta go write now. Hugs all around.

Selena

P.S. When reading an author’s bio what do you like to see? I have to rewrite mine. Sorry that’s two questions in this post. lol.

Beach House: Old Friends by JJ Massa

Evie and Gibb are busy people with high-powered careers. Sometimes it seems like there’s no time to rest, relax, calm down.

What could be better than a week at the beach in the company of old friends? If only they could take it with them when the week is up…

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Turning to face forward, Evie settled against him. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we? Barely exchanging two words when we’re with the old crowd, working in the same industry but we don’t speak. And look at us now.”

Tightening his arms around her, Gibb inhaled a deep breath of her light scent and released it, not knowing what he should say. There was plenty he could tell her, but wouldn’t. “Maybe discretion really is the better part of valor,” he murmured, petting a hand over her long, satiny hair.

“Maybe,” she agreed. Angling her head slightly, she arched a delicate brow at him. “So how valiant are you feeling right this minute?”

Another little shift brought his erection against her lower back, answering the question for both of them. “Shit,” he growled, tilting his head against the lounger’s cushion.

“Supper out?” she asked sheepishly, scooting away from him on the chaise.

LATER:

Evie knew that Gibb had risen with her, some kind of choreographed dance. Reaching for him, she wasn’t surprised when he pulled her in, fingers threaded as she pressed against him.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, thought better of it and leaned over her. Pushing up against his hands, she stood on tiptoes, face to face with him. His eyes were intense, bolts of blue lightning against the fabric of a summer sky—hot and riveting.

She moved against him as he lowered his head, no teasing now. Masculine lips covered hers, warm, demanding, insistent as his tongue swept her willing mouth.

A new space opened inside her, pulling her in as she savored his unique flavor: red, red wine, wild summer oceans and spicy Gibb—Evie was quickly addicted. She held onto him, tasting, feeling, she was drunk on his heady flavor now and so little had happened yet. Knowing that there was more to come was nearly overwhelming as they made their way up the beach, kissing, stumbling as they went.

Amazing. Blown away. Overwhelmed. And they’d just barely touched. What would happen when they made love? And they would…were going to, were minutes away. The idea of it made Evie’s knees weak and she stumbled over the threshold.

“You still with me?” he rumbled, his arm around her back.

They were on the stairs now, she could make it that little bit further. “Fine,” she agreed, moving on automatic, eager like she’d never been before.

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Reconciling Andrea
Part One
Length: 9,000 Words
Cover Artist: TLW

Life has been difficult for Andrea, but she’s a survivor. Sometimes surviving is so much harder than letting go.

Tadeo Rice has been looking for his soul mate. He’s been hearing her voice in his head for a year and knows she’s been suffering. When he finally finds her, will she accept him and all that he longs to do for her?

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“I’m telling you, Meredith,” Marty Stevens said to Tadeo Rice’s secretary, “he told me himself. This is the lady that he’s been…”

Both Marty and Meredith watched, agog, as Andrea bolted from their boss’s office.

She was only a few feet in front of them when the big guy himself snatched her around the waist. They could hear her erratic breathing that almost sounded like sobs. They watched the drama unfold with interest.

“Meu Deus, Andrea! I’ve searched for you too long to let you go!” Tadeo growled, turning her to press her against his body.

“No!” she cried, struggling. “You don’t really know me and I CERTAINLY don’t know you, MR. Rice!”

Unknowingly, she confirmed what Tadeo had intimated to Marty earlier. He was now convinced that Andrea had known his boss but hadn’t realized that he was billionaire, Tadeo Rice, head of Rice Hotels International. Apparently, she felt hurt and betrayed. Go figure.

“Andrea, you must listen to me! I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again!” He tried to calm her but she twisted and turned.

“You intend to do just what Father would do to me! NO! Let me go!”

Tadeo scooped her into his arms and barked, “Hold my calls and cancel everything!”

Clamping his mouth over hers, he whirled around with Andrea in his arms, still kissing her, and carried her into his office, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Oh my gosh!” breathed Meredith. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen… EVER!”

“I tried to tell you!” Marty couldn’t have been prouder if he’d orchestrated the whole thing himself.

“They must love each other so much. I’m gonna cry! I never thought such things were real!” Marty rubbed her shoulder, grinning to himself as Meredith crowed in romantic ecstasy.

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The Edge by J.J. Massa

(expanded)

Detective Paytah has spent his entire life fighting to overcome ignorance and gain acceptance in a world too quick to judge. Always willing to take on any challenge, the tough-as-nails Native American has never shied away from the truth. Until he meets Tyler Baker, that is.

Tyler represents everything that Paytah hates; the blond haired blue-eyed gay detective with a penchant for bending the rules was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a champagne glass in his hand.

When Paytah is assigned to work with Tyler he anticipates that the partnership will be difficult. After all, working high profile serial murder cases are always challenging. But, as the case of the decade unravels, so does his ability to control his attraction and to deny his own needs.

This book by J.J. Massa has it all—passion, desire, intrigue, and an unforgettable ending that promises to take you to The Edge.

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Grand Prize- Crystal B.
2nd Prize- Kim W.
3rd Prize- Debby236
4th Prize- Karen R.
5th Prize- Cathy M.

Congrats guys!

Mini Prize Pack winners are . . .

Kimberly L.
Sherry
Karen H.
Stacie M.
Linda B.

Congrats to the winners please keep on the look out for the next contest which may be this Fall. Thank You to everyone who entered. Hugs all around and Thank You.

Selena

Please don’t forget about the contest only a few more days to go.

Selena

Passionate Blackmail

By:

Selena Illyria

(c) 2007 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved

I/R, Contemporary

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Rolf pushed off of the wall he was leaning on when he saw her approach him. He smiled, ignoring the way his heart did a little jump of it’s own. She stood before him looking awkward and unsure of what to do next. He didn’t hold out his hand to her as he normally would. He instead would let her tell him what she wanted. It would allow her to feel in control.

“Ready for your birthday present, darlin?” He asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. He inhaled her scent of roses and vanilla. He savored the sweet scent, impriniting it on his brain. He wanted to pull her into the circle of his arms, feel her body against his, undo the clip her hair was in and let her loosely curled hair fall free around her shoulders. An image of her hair spread out on his pillow, the contrast of rich dark brown hair against the pure white of his pillow formed in his mind. Her milk chocolate skin against the slate blue and tan of his comforter, beaded with sweat, waiting for him to come to her, fill her up and drive her over the edge into ecstacy. Her large brown eyes rose to meet his.

“Y- y-yes.” she nodded her head. She clutched her hands in front of her in a guarded position. He held out his hand and waited. He bit his cheek to keep from groaning at the feel her of the palm of her hand sliding against his. He closed his hand around hers and started to lead her out onto the dance floor. He cock throbbed painfully and he was feeling light headed. Just from the touch of her hand. He thought to himself. He couldn’t contemplate what it would like to be with her, naked and the thoroes of passionate sex. Gaining some semblance of control over himself, he realized that she was being jostled by the people around them. Not liking that he paused and turned toward her, he stepped to the side and gestured for her to go before him. Confused, she did as he silently suggested. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips to keep her still. He placed himself behind her with only an inch of space between them and then pulled her close. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Don’t want you to get jostled too much. I’ll take the brunt of it. Walk forward please until I tell you to stop,” he yelled over the music. He savored the feel of her body against his even though he was pain. His groin was killing him. They managed to reach a spt almost clear of people. He reluctantly let his arms drop and watched her step away from him, taking the feel of her body with her. He resisted the urge to frown. She’s jittery, he reminded himself. He decided it was best to go slow. She looked up at him nervously. She then surprised him. Stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. She had to stand on tip toe due to their height difference. He guessed in heels she was about 5’5 to his 6’4.

He placed his hands on her hips. The swayed to the music. She raised her head as if to say something so he lowered his head, placing his ear near her mouth.

“Thank you,” she yelled.

“Nothing to thank me for sweetheart,” he said turning his head, looking her in the eye. He watched her swallow and lick her lips. Heat was crashing through his body, his stomach clenched and the throbbing pain in his cock grew. He couldn’t break eye contact even if he wanted to. He was drowing in her dark brown eyes. She shivered at the way he was looking at her and he didn’t regret it. There was something about her that called to him, something he couldn’t define, it was affecting the both of them. The melody of a slow spanish song played over the speakers and they swayed to the rythym. The music casted a sensous spell over the crowd. He pulled her closer, letting himself get lost in the seductive rhythmn. Her eyes drifted shut as she become lost in the song. They danced to the rythym, letting the melody take over. She swayed against him and he slid a hand to her lower back. He looked down to find her eye had flown open. Shock filled her brown orbs, she could feel his hardened shaft against her stomach. Instead of pulling away, she surprised him yet again by starting to grind her hips against his causing him to moan. If this kept up he was going to come without ever having been inside of her.

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