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Congratulations to my home team The Philadelphia Phillies for their amazing 2008 World Series Championship! Thanks for the memories! Our city is so proud!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Here’s a ghostly excerpt from INTIMATE ART, my paranormal erotic romance novella.
INTIMATE ART is the story of a ghost who haunts the master bedroom of the house the heroine inherits, in order to keep the hero out. In the following scene, Jack Harris confronts the ghost that lives in Linda (Legs) Anderson’s house.
An Excerpt from INTIMATE ART by Adele Dubois:
Jack had done enough camping to know a hundred ghost stories. He knew about cold spots; places where a ghost’s presence sucked the energy from a room. He also knew ghosts could walk through you. They could do some of the things humans did, like rattle doors and windows or create bad smells. But one thing ghosts couldn’t do was hurt you. Not unless they scared you to death.
Well, Jack didn’t scare easy.
A second cold blast hit the side of his face like an ice tray had frozen to his cheek, and then quickly evaporated. He touched his skin, feeling only humidity and heat from the steam-filled bathroom. Jack leaned into the shower to turn the water off.
Guess it was time to admit Ada still “lived” here. She wouldn’t tolerate being ignored. Jack frowned and clenched his hands into fists. “Look, Ada, we need to come to an understanding.”
The rancid smell of garbage wafted from the floor.
“Is that you’re new potpourri? Fits your personality.”
The lavender curtains on the window shook with angry force and the steamed glass clattered.
“Temper, temper, Ada. You might break something. Remember, this is your niece’s house now. You gave it to her. Be nice to Linda. Show her some respect.”
A force blanketed his body like a prickly wool sweater hugging his bare back, making him itch. He grabbed a towel, spun it into a roll and buffed away the sensations. “Good one, Ada.”
He stood his ground. “This is ridiculous. Linda is a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. I love her. And unless she tells me it’s over, I’m not leaving. So you’d better get used to having me around.”
A frigid blast lifted the shower curtain straight into the room and shook it like a frozen sheet on a clothesline. Within seconds, the air gusted out the door, leaving an arctic trail in its wake.
Jack followed the blast and stepped back into the bedroom just as Legs arrived with a small tray of sliced apples and cheese.
“Wow! It’s freaking cold in here.” She glanced at Jack. His return stare must have said it all, because realization dawned on her face.
“She’s here.”
Jack nodded. “And pissed off as hell.”
“Did she do that to your cheek?” Legs put the snacks on the bureau and moved closer to take a better look.
“What do you mean?” His hand skimmed his bristly five o’ clock shadow.
“There’s a handprint on it as red as beet.”
He thought back to the cold snap he’d felt on his face. “Ada and I had a few words.” He met her eyes. There was a long, thoughtful pause before he continued. “I admit she’s real, by the way. Her ghost is here.”
The cold draft whooshed across the floor, rattling the postcards and letters still lying there. The unread letters lifted with the breeze and clattered again to the floorboards.
Jack talked into the air. “We’ll read them at supper, okay? Now, please, I’m asking you kindly. Give us our privacy.”
The temperature in the room returned rapidly to normal, and as it did, the bedroom door slammed shut with an alarming bang. Legs jumped at the sound. The walls around the oak trimmed doorway reverberated with the impact.
“Guess she left,” Legs said, wide-eyed with surprise.
“Maybe she’s finally taking the guest room.”
Jack couldn’t help himself. He tilted his head back and laughed.
The 2008 Philadelphia Phillies World Series team is hot! Our town is on fire with Phillies fever as they take on the Tampa Rays and beat them 3-2 in Game One. Go Phillies!
An aspiring author friend, Carla Kempert, is a huge Phillies fan. Her romance novel manuscripts are centered around baseball due to her love of the game. Carla is a finalist in the New Jersey Romance Writers “Put Your Heart in a Book Contest” for her Single Title manuscript Release Point. The winner will be announced at the New Jersey regional writer’s conference this weekend. I’ll be there to share the excitement. Good luck to Carla!
Check out Carla’s blog for more about the Phillies from a woman’s point of view. Here’s a pic of Carla at the Phillies Baseball for Women 101 camp (August 28, 2008 blog entry.)
http://carlakempert.wordpress.com/
Go Phillies!
Here’s the info link at Ellora’s Cave Publishing:
http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-6598-50-desert-fever.aspx
Coming November 5, 2008!
DESERT FEVER by Adele Dubois is a paranormal erotic romance about a GPS navigation system with the power to grant wishes. GPS isn’t exactly a genie, but locates whatever the heroine needs most.
Buy DESERT FEVER November 5! ISBN 9781419919060.
This handsome face turns 55 in 2009. Denzel Washington, the son of a Pentacostal minister, was born in Mt. Vernon, NY. Denzel is a devout Christian.
Denzel won the Oscar in 2001 for his role in ”Training Day.” Denzel has received a total of five Oscar nominations–the record for an African-American actor.
Denzel’s professional acting debut came in 1977 with the TV movie “Wilma,” where he met his wife. His first motion picture credit was the 1981 film “Carbon Copy.” His breakout role came with the TV medical drama “St. Elsewhere” which ran from 1982-1988. Denzel was one of the few characters in the series that remained on the show for its full run.
Here’s Denzel in the only movie photo I could find of him without a shirt. :) Hours of scouring Denzel sites turned up ZERO beefcake shots. Zip. Ziltch. Nada. If you have a beefcake pic of Denzel, please leave a note in the comments section. (We’re shameless beefcake fans here.)
Denzel will co-star with John Travolta in the film remake of the 1970’s thriller, “The Taking of Pelham One, Two, Three,” to be released July 2009.
The full Blood Moon will rise at sunset Tuesday, October 14, 2008–two weeks before the feast of Samhain and one month following the Harvest Moon.
The Blood Moon, also called the Hunter’s Moon, is named for the ancient custom of killing and salting common livestock before winter’s cold and snow made it impossible for families to feed their animals. In centuries past, The Feast of the Hunter’s Moon brought a night of celebration to both European and Native American cultures.
In modern times we recognize the need to prepare for frigid temperatures by raking fallen leaves from our lawns, ‘winterizing’ our cars and homes, and deep cleaning our houses before the holiday season arrives. The air is cool and clean at night and the autumn days are crisp.
Some believe the division between the physical world and the spirit world thins while the seasons change from summer to fall. Jack o’ lanterns light the way for supernatural forces to roam the earth as we move toward Halloween. The full Blood Moon is a welcome sight on Halloween night, but in 2008 the Samhain sky will be dark with a New Moon.
Coming November 5, 2008 to Ellora’s Cave, my new paranormal erotic romance novella DESERT FEVER. Cover by the wonderful and talented Les Byerly.
Here’s a peek inside the cover:
DESERT FEVER by Adele Dubois — Summary
Marybeth Spencer buys a red Retro Bird Thunderbird convertible for her forty-sixth birthday, equipped with the latest GPS navigation technology, and runs away from a painful divorce to visit Las Vegas. At the mouth of the Mojave Desert she finds sexy thirty-year old U.S.M.C. veteran Jake Riley stranded with his disabled Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and gives him a lift to Nevada.
What Marybeth doesn’t know is that her GPS navigator Guy has led her straight to the man she wished for to heal her broken heart. Though Guy is not exactly a genie, his star-satellite system grants him the power to locate whatever Marybeth needs most. What she wants is revenge, laced with a hot young lover.
GPS takes wishing upon a star to a new and very real technological level as he makes Marybeth’s deepest dreams come true.
DESERT FEVER by Adele Dubois — Excerpt:
“Hey, Marine,” Jake said.
The trucker’s eyes flashed suspicion as his gaze flickered across Jake’s face and then turned friendlier at the sight of Jake’s military tattoo. “Been back long?”
“A while, yeah. Desert Storm. Made the Mojave look like Disneyland, you know?”
The trucker nodded. “Got that right. I was in Iraq myself. What battalion were you in?”
Jake told him.
The trucker scratched the back of his neck and looked around. “Where’s your rig?”
Jake grinned. “I was hoping you’d ask.” He pointed to his Harley inside the garage. “No rig. Bad starter. I’m looking for a ride to Vegas. Got room in your cab for one more? It’s just me and my duffel.” He pointed to the small canvas bag on the ground beneath the bench.
The trucker puckered his lips and moved his mouth around while he thought. “Well, the company don’t like passengers…” He met Jake’s eyes again, deciding.
“I’ll pay for gas. At these prices, I don’t expect to ride free.”
When he seemed convinced that Jake was neither an escaped convict nor a man lover, he offered a quick nod. “Lemme take a leak and get something to eat. I’ll be along.”
Jake thrust out his hand for a handshake. “Thanks, man, appreciate it.”
The trucker reached out just as an engine roared behind them. Spinning wheels crunched loose stones as a car screeched to a halt at the curb. The men dropped their hands and turned. Jake couldn’t have been more startled if he’d been blindsided.
“Looking for a ride?” Marybeth grinned and lowered her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose to meet his eyes over the white frames.
“How did you know?
She tilted her head toward the garage. “I have a genius I.Q.”
Jake laughed. “I like a woman with brains.”
The trucker looked from one to the other and smirked. “Guess you won’t be needin’ me, then.”
Jake turned back to Marybeth. “You sure about this?”
Marybeth continued to stare from beneath her sunglasses. “I want your blood oath you’re not a dope dealer or an axe murderer. Or anyone else who’s dangerous or creepy.”
Jake lifted three fingers into the air. “Scouts honor.”
“Yeah, right. You don’t look like any Boy Scout I ever knew.” She laughed, though, when she said it and Jake could tell she wasn’t afraid of him. Excellent. Fear wasn’t exactly the emotion he was looking for.
She popped the trunk and he walked to the rear of the car to toss his duffel bag inside. He came back to the passenger door and slid into the convertible. “Later, brother,” he said to the trucker.
The trucker smiled. “Name’s Hank.”
“I’m Jake. Thanks anyway, Hank.”
The trucker offered a small nod good-bye and stepped into the market.
Marybeth put the car in drive. “Ready?”
Jake took in the sight of her and grinned. “Always.”
*****
Have I mentioned that in addition to football season, more reasons to celebrate fall are the new seasons of ”Survivor” and “The Amazing Race”? I’m so hooked on these shows not even my own mother could make me miss them. What an adrenaline rush! Not sure which teams I’ll be rooting for after only one episode, but I’m sure I’ll pick my faves soon. How about you? Any early favorites to win?
Speaking of favorite teams, the Eagles are driving me nuts with their 2-2 win/loss season so far. My guy Brian Westbrook missed the last game against the Chicago Bears due to injury, and the team lost without him. Get well soon, Brian! The Eagles sure need you–and so do your fans.
Readers–write to me, leave comments, stay in touch. Until next time, thanks for reading!
Best–Adele
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