Friday, November 29, 2013

Secrets of Jenkins Bridge on Sale!!

I hope everyone's Thanksgiving was as wonderful and belly stuffed as mine was. Despite our attempt at buying a smaller turkey this year, we still have leftovers. Which isn't a bad thing. It's just enough to make a great turkey soup out of it. The plus is we won't be eating Turkey nearly until Christmas. On the flip side, we have enough pie to get us through the weekend. Again, great because it's yummy but not good for me while I'm losing weight. I guess I will just have to work out twice as hard next week.

For Black Friday and really the entire weekend: if you haven't bought my romantic suspense, Secrets of Jenkins Bridge, now is a great time to snag it. Starting today and going through Sunday, it is only 99 cents. That is $4.00 OFF. 80% OFF retail price!!

If you haven't already signed up for my newsletter, please do. I have a lot going on this coming year that I'm excited about and will be filling my monthly newsletters with the news. If you are already subscribed, I know I haven't sent one out these last couple of months due to holidays and time constraints. Even though those won't go away anytime soon, I have made sure to set time aside to begin sending out my newsletters at the first of every month from now on. December will have glimpses of the year coming up along with a couple of polls I'm hoping you will participate in.

Also, I've added a new page here at Real World on Writing. It's titled Donna's Street Team and it's exactly what the title implies. I'm looking for anyone interested in joining my street team. All the information is on the page here.

And now that it's officially the Christmas season, here's a little excerpt from my Christmas short, The Wishing Wreath, which you can find in Soul Mate Publishing's Anthology All I Want For Christmas Is A Soul Mate on Amazon:

“Why so gloomy all of a sudden? Just a moment ago I saw you blush when our eyes met.” Antoine had suddenly moved to her side and his hand slid down her arm to take hers. Tingling shock waves tickled their way up her arm. Raising it to his lips, he gently kissed the back, while that devilish grin displayed tauntingly across his face.
Vivian curtsied following tradition when in royalties’ company. He didn’t seem to appreciate her action because he jerked her back up. Not hard enough for others to take notice, but she certainly did. Her breathing hitched.
He moved to her ear whispering, “Don’t begin treating me like royalty now, or I may have to bend you over my knee later and punish you . . . thoroughly.”
Yanking her arm free, she pointed a finger at him. “Number one, don’t tell me what to do. I don’t care if you are a Prince. Number two, you couldn’t handle my naughty side.” She curtsied again on shaky legs, and then moved a couple steps back. She hoped he wouldn’t call her bluff, as she’d never done anything naughty. Her heart slammed against her ribs, ready to explode.
The wicked sexiness remained. His eyes sparkled at the challenge. “Ms. Rose, it would be an honor if you would have this dance with me.” His deep, rich voice carried across much of the hall, causing ladies’ heads to turn in their direction. Mumbling began from a group of ladies glaring at her. One in particular shot imaginary daggers in Vivian’s direction. If looks could kill—
She’d like nothing better than to take this man, this delicious specimen . . .
Stop it already!
She stepped toward him and offered her hand. With a wide smile, she responded, “It would be my pleasure.”
The ladies’ envy-filled sneers caused Vivian a little happiness, never having been in the spotlight before. And the one with daggers in her eyes, a porcelain blonde, mouthed something while pointing at her.
Antoine took hold of her hand, pulling her close. He spun her around and lowered his voice. “You are quite the vixen. And you smell heavenly.”
So do you. “Keep sniffing, Prince Beliveau. Because this will be the last time you’ll be this close. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Antoine eased back. “Don’t count on it, my sweetness.” He tightened his hold on her, drawing her even closer.
His dazzling eyes bore through her soul. She shuddered as a chill climbed her spine, spreading across her bare shoulders. She wasn’t scared of him. Quite the opposite. A part of her wanted to forget his lie, and instead longed for him to whisk her to the barn, pin her down with his naked body, and let him have his way. If only he had been truthful from the beginning . . .

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