Archive for June, 2010

Guest Author TINA DONAHUE!

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

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Please welcome my talented and vivacious author pal Tina Donahue and celebrate her new release LUSH VELVET NIGHTS. Contest Alert! Be sure to leave a comment!

Best~Adele

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Rooting for the Underdog. . . by Tina Donahue

*** Before I start this post, let’s get to the important stuff – yeah, I’m hosting a contest today. Details at the end of the blog!!!  ***

Having perfect people makes for a boring story. But mix things up a bit by having the hero or heroine mess up badly and suddenly we’re interested. Suddenly, we’re saying, ‘hey, I’ve done that…I hope s/he fixes it.’

I used that kind of reality to bring the characters together in my latest release Lush Velvet Nights. Adriana is lonely and hires escorts because, frankly, she thinks they’re the only men who will notice her. However, she’s really interested in Nathan, a hot, alpha male who’s the union attorney for her employees. When he happens upon her and the escort…well, sparks begin to fly, along with fists.

To show you what I mean here’s an excerpt (blurb first, so you know what the story’s about).

BLURB:

When wanton desires & love demand all…

During the day, Adriana’s a lonely corporate heiress, helming a supermarket empire. At night, she hires escorts, scripting provocative fantasies of kidnapping, lust, submission and endless longing. It’s all she has to excite her until she meets Nathan Wynn. Tall, blond and muscular—like a modern-day Viking—Nathan’s a labor relations attorney representing Adriana’s union employees. His imposing presence intensifies her basest desires.

When he protects her from an escort he believes is an attacker, she knows he’s wonderfully dominant and unrestrained. Fascinated by Adriana’s underlying sensuality, Nathan brings her to his secluded mountain estate, determined she submit fully to his hunger. At a gentleman’s club, he makes certain she denies him nothing. Engaging in a seductive sexual journey, Nathan’s caught off-guard by his stunning need for Adriana. An attraction he fears because of past events in his life. A growing emotional connection she will not let him deny.

EXCERPT: (PG version - In this scene, Nathan has just slugged an escort he believed was trying to kidnap Adriana (her fantasy BTW)…this is where the fun begins).

The corners of Adriana’s vision dimmed. Heart pounding, she dragged her eyes from the escort to Nathan. He flexed the fingers of his right hand, no doubt hurting from his punch. His left held his cell phone.

“You all right?” he asked her. Hastily, his gaze traveled her length. His thumb hovered over the keypad’s numbers.

Her voice croaked, “Who are you planning to call?”

“Police. Stay right where you are,” he barked at the escort, “or I’ll pound you into the pavement.”

Oh god, no. Adriana rushed to Nathan’s side. Hand on his, she begged, “Don’t call the police. Please.”

His face lifted from their joined hands. Confusion washed over his features. “Why not?”

The escort groaned. Startled, Adriana looked over. Dressed in solid black, the same color as his shoulder length hair, he could have been a fallen angel ready for the pleasures of hell, or a model in an exceptionally wanton Calvin Klein advertisement.

The young man tongued the left side of his perfectly sculpted mouth and gasped. “You SOB!” he cried, his words lisping from his injury. His free hand flapped.

The movement reminded Adriana of a little girl’s reaction to a painful boo-boo.

“You broke my tooth!” he moaned. “I’m gonna sue you!”

“You do that,” Nathan said, his tone unimpressed.

The escort snarled, “To hell with you. And you, you witch,” he growled at Adriana. “You said you wanted this. I got it in writing from the agency. I’m gonna sue you too. I have an audition next week and now I won’t be able to keep it!”

Cringing, Adriana’s hand slipped from Nathan’s. She wrapped her arms around her torso in a futile attempt to protect herself from his questioning expression and the escort’s verbal blows.

The young man tongued his broken tooth. On his newest moan, Adriana whimpered. Nathan asked, “Do you know this nitwit?”

“To hell with you!” the man shouted.

Cheeks stinging with heat, Adriana forced herself to look at Nathan. His unruffled expression should have calmed her. Instead, it made her angry. Did he think she did stuff like this all the time? Didn’t he have the decency to appear shocked? “Don’t call anyone.” Her voice was surprisingly even. “You can go. I’ll be all right. Excuse me.”

She went to the escort. Instantly, he pulled his knees up to his chest, his feet protecting his body from the pointed toes of her high heels. Adriana’s heavy sigh mingled with his newest moan. “I’m sorry this happened. I didn’t know anyone would see you coming up behind me to uh…”

“Kidnap you?” he offered in response to her mortified silence. “Because I was following your idiotic script?”
Briefly, she closed her eyes. “Please go to the ER. Have your agency send the bill to me.”

“Are you nuts?” His perfectly trimmed brows drew together. “I had an audition for catalogue work next week. My agent said it was in the bag. Now I won’t make it. Without that gig, I won’t have enough cash to pay for my newest headshots or rent. I want more than a trip to the ER and dentist.”

Of course he did. “I’ll have my attorney take care of everything. He’s still in the building.” She spoke even faster. “You’ll get a settlement. No need to call your own attorney who’ll want fifty percent or more to negotiate this. Let mine handle it and you’ll get the entire amount. All you have to do is forget this ever happened, all right?”

His beautiful features got downright ugly. “Maybe I don’t want to forget it. Maybe I want to tweet TMZ and all the other entertainment news outlets and let them know what happened. It’d make for great publicity.”

Adriana’s stomach churned. However, her brain worked like a ruthless CEO. She made her voice firm, deadly, just like her father’s. “And let everyone know what you do for a living when you’re not modeling? Doesn’t the LAPD frown upon that? Won’t your real livelihood prove a risk to those in the modeling and film industries? Won’t they be reluctant to hire you because of it?”

He clenched his jaw until the pain proved too much. Blood drained from his face. “Get your attorney down here. Have him take me to the ER. Now.”

“You’ve made the right choice, Mr…” She paused, not knowing how to address him. “What should I tell him your name is?”

Gingerly, he probed his bruised jaw with the tips of his fingers. “Max Stone.”

“I meant your real name for the settlement.”

His face scrunched with his new wince. “Ed Marpole.”

Turning her back to him, Adriana pulled out her cell phone, speed-dialed Steve and flinched at Nathan watching. He hadn’t left? Why?

“Hey,” Steve said, answering on the first ring. “What’s up?”

She turned her back on Nathan and edged to the left so she wasn’t facing Ed. “I need you to come down to the parking garage. There’s been an incident.”

Ed barked a sarcastic laugh. “Like hell! It was an attack!”

Steve spoke hurriedly. “Who’s that? Did you run over someone?”

Adriana strode past the escort and Nathan, halting as she saw her purse on the garage floor. Her X-rated lingerie hung over the side. She didn’t recall dropping the handbag. Pivoting, she walked in the opposite direction, her voice low as she told Steve what happened and what he needed to do. Deliberately, she hadn’t mentioned Nathan by name, calling him a Good Samaritan instead.

Steve’s initial silence made her panting breaths sound all the louder. “Whoa,” he whispered as if he didn’t want Meghan to hear. “I didn’t know you were into hiring, uh…”

“I probably won’t be anymore. Please get down here now.”

“On my way.”

“Alone,” Adriana added quickly. She didn’t want Meghan to witness this fiasco, the only way the girl would ever know what happened. Steve wasn’t about to talk, and in her heart, Adriana knew Nathan wouldn’t either. He wasn’t that kind of man.

“Sure thing,” Steve said. “Hold on for a sec. Meghan,” he said to the girl, his voice fainter as he spoke to her.

“I need to check something out. I’ll be right back.”

“No you won’t,” Adriana warned.

He mumbled into the phone. “Yeah, I know.”

On the other end of the call, Adriana heard the sound of a door shutting and faint pounding noises as though Steve tore down the hall to the elevators.

His voice huffed, “I’ll call Meghan on the way to the ER and tell her we’ll pick this up tomorrow. I’ll have security lock the office.”

“I love you, you know that, right?”

“I will if you don’t make anymore cracks about Rogaine.”

“Then quit asking me if my bun’s too tight.”

“Never.”

Smiling faintly at his teasing, Adriana ended the call and returned to Ed. “He’ll be down in a minute. Here, let me help you.” She offered her hand.

The muscles in his jaw tensed. “Stay away from me, you crazy—”

“Fine, okay, I got it.” Hands lifted in surrender, Adriana backed away.

“And that goes double for you,” he ordered Nathan.

Adriana’s eyes darted to him.

Nathan regarded Ed as he would a vile specimen in a lab. His voice cut across the empty space, his tone dark and intimidating. “Keep talking to the lady like you have been and I may forget my manners. Got it?”
Ed fell silent at Nathan’s threat.

Adriana’s throat tightened with gratitude, while renewed shame made it difficult for her to breathe. He’d protected her so easily, and in doing so he’d learned about her secret life. Why couldn’t he have just left? Why did he have to see her like this?

Tears blurred her vision. Defeated, she went to her purse, shoving the lingerie inside.

*****

From there, Adriana’s and Nathan’s romance takes off. The mess-up with the escort and her embarrassment gives her a vulnerability that was endearing to me, and from the fan mail I’ve received, to many readers.

Buy link:

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8298-50-lush-velvet-nights.aspx

Website:

http://www.tinadonahue.com/

Now for the contest. Leave a comment and you’re entered – that’s all you have to do! I’ll choose a winner at random July 1. The prize is one of my books, including: Adored (ebook); Deep, Dark, Delicious (ebook); Close to Perfect (mass market paperback);  Bad Boys with Red Roses (trade paperback) and Take My Breath Away (trade paperback).

Winner within the continental US will have her choice of any of the five books. Winner outside the continental US has her choice of one of the ebooks.

Rick Mora & DESERT WILD

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

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When I started writing paranormal erotic romance novella DESERT WILD, I had a clear mental image of my contemporary hero Sonny Wild Horse Hendricks of the Tohono O’odham Nation and The Sonoran Desert.

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Little did I know when I began writing DESERT WILD that the inspiration for my hero existed in physical form. He is Native American actor and model Rick Mora, who has appeared in films, on television, and in print. Rick played a wolf shapeshifter in the movie “Twilight.” He will appear in new feature films this year.

When Rick Mora gave me permission to use his images to promote my book, I was thrilled.

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This is how contemporary hero Sonny Wild Horse Hendricks looks when he takes DESERT WILD heroine Caitlyn Spencer out for a night on the town. So handsome! No wonder she fell head over heels in love.

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Award-winning DESERT WILD is also offered in trade paperback with companion story DESERT FEVER. The trade paperback edition is called DESERT NECTAR. Available from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

Buy Link:

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7543-desert-nectar.aspx

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Photos of actor and model Rick Mora used with permission. Rick is a proud supporter of Red Crystal Gala to raise awareness and stop violence against Native American women. Visit Rick’s website:

 http://www.rickmora.com/

Cold Cocked!

Friday, June 25th, 2010

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Has Adele taken up ice sculpture? Is this erotic art?

The truth is, this chunk of ice formed inside my freezer’s icemaker, exactly the way you see it. When I pulled it out, voila! This is what I found. Made the perfect swizzle stick for my cocktail!

DO ME GOOD a TOP PICK Review!

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

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I’m thrilled that Night Owl Romance has awarded DO ME GOOD a TOP PICK review!

Heather calls it, “A wonderfully written paranormal romance… A beautifully woven story that blends the elements together superbly…This is a book I’m definitely adding to my keeper collection.”

Click the NOR badge to read the full review. Click the DO ME GOOD cover for excerpts, book summary, and Buy Link.

Join Me & WIN PRIZES!

Friday, June 18th, 2010

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I’m the featured author at Tilly Greene’s BIG, HUGE READER CONTEST Friday, June 18, beginning 6 a.m. EDT. Stop by, comment on my blog post, and you will automatically be entered to win prizes, including a copy of my trade paperback DESERT NECTAR by Adele Dubois and the grand prize of a Sony e-Reader!

Click on the ad and come on over! I’ll see you there!

Guest Author Ashlyn Chase!

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

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Welcome Ashlyn Chase and join the celebration of her first mass market paperback release with Sourcebooks. I read STRANGE NEIGHBORS and thoroughly enjoyed the book. It’s witty, quirky, and fun. Though Ashlyn writes in comedic style, her voice stays fresh throughout her novel because the story is balanced with drama and action.

Congratulations, Ash! Thanks for joining us!  ~Best, Adele Dubois

When is a manuscript finished?

by Ashlyn Chase

Sometimes new authors polish and polish their manuscripts until they glow—yet every time they look at it again, they tweak some more. So—a question you hear from time to time is, “How do I know when to submit my manuscript? When is it finished?”

I heard one answer to this question long ago that made me laugh. “When you’re sick of it.” The author hit my funny-bone because I could relate. My first book went through numerous incarnations and was a terrific learning experience, but, yes—I was good and sick of it by the time I finally sent it out to be rejected by every big-time New York publisher. 

I have a new answer to that question now. My answer. A book is ready to publish when you’re proud of it. There isn’t a book for sale with my name on it that I’m not proud of. I want to keep it that way. Now that I have a New York agent, mass market publisher and deadlines, the idea of having to send something in before I’m ready terrifies me. So far, I’ve been lucky and haven’t had that happen.

It almost happened with my latest release, STRANGE NEIGHBORS. I had a few chapters to go when I fell and sprained my right thumb, left wrist, and a few fingers. I couldn’t type! I tried voice dictation software for a while, but I wound up with some interesting typos. When I had a critique partner ask what I meant by ‘heart knit pulls’ I had to take another look. The words my voice recognition program heard were supposed to be “hard nipples!”

Ah, the funny things that happen on the way to your book.      

I’m in love with my new series. It’s about an apartment building full of paranormal characters in Boston’s Back Bay. As you might expect, it’s another one of my romantic comedies. The building is a typical nineteenth century brownstone mansion, converted to six apartments, plus a top floor penthouse.

Our series includes some really fun characters. A were-raven with a morbid sense of humor, an Alpha were-wolf who was kicked out of his pack and drums up business for his security-system business by moonlighting as a thief, two witches with an owl familiar who work as phone-sex actresses, a sarcastic ghost, and an “unofficial” resident in the basement—a vampire who fancies himself the neighborhood watch-dog and vigilante crime-fighter. The new landlord, occupying the penthouse, is a professional baseball pitcher with a secret of his own. But being only half-shapeshifter, he doesn’t have the greatest control over his shifts. He hired his busybody aunt and unemployed uncle to manage and maintain the building.

As they say, birds of a feather flock together, and with the exception of the latest tenant, a very human nurse on her own for the first time, all the hooting, howling, and hollering that goes on drives the busybody building manager a little nuts.

Book one is about the romance between the nurse and the landlord. As soon as she moves out of Apt 1B, her best friend, a lawyer, moves in. And thus begins book two. Our human lawyer hooks up with the werewolf thief. (What a combination!) Book three involves a witch-war over the handsome vampire. Our witches are cousins from opposite sides of the Mason-Dixon Line, and for a while it’s a bit like the civil war all over again.

I have to say this series is one I’m particularly proud of. I hope you’ll check out my recently released STRANGE NEIGHBORS and get in on the fun.

Upcoming Book Signings:

Sat. 6/19 6:30 p.m. Barnes and Noble, Manchester, NH
1741 South Willow Street, Manchester, NH 603-668-5557

Thurs. 6/25 7:00 p.m. Barnes and Noble, Nashua, NH
235 Daniel Webster Hwy., Nashua, NH 603-888-0533

Sat. 6/26 12 to 3 p.m. Ancient Moon
W. Pearl St. Nashua, NH 603-882-8013

Or readers can order a copy from Amazon and request a signed book plate. I’d be happy to send you one or three. 

http://www.amazon.com/Strange-Neighbors-Ashlyn-Chase/dp/1402236611/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1270205590&sr=1-1

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CLASSIC HUNKS: Robert Downey, Jr.

Monday, June 14th, 2010

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Robert Downey Jr. was born in Greenwich Village, New York City, on April 4, 1965. His birth name was Robert John Ford-Elias Jr., but was changed to Downey when his father changed his last name from Elias to Downey in honor of his stepfather, James.

Robert comes from a well-known theatre family. His parents are both actors, and his father is also a writer, producer, cinematographer and director. Yet Robert Downey Jr. is the most celebrated, with numerous prestigious awards and award nominations to his credit.

Who could forget his flawless, inspiring portrayal of Charlie Chaplin in the 1992 film Chaplin. And if I may interject, I think Robert was at his hunkiest in the 1994 film Only You with Marisa Tomei. (I loved that movie!)

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In the 1980’s Robert Downey Jr. was part of the Brat Pack of actors. Virtually all of the Brat Pack became famous and are still working today.

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Don’t you just love a man who cleans up nice?

From 1996-2001 Robert Downey Jr. took time off from acting to overcome the problems with addiction that plagued his youth, and returned healthy and ready for his impressive comeback.

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Robert Downey Jr. as he looks today.

Ironman (2009), Ironman 2 (2010), Sherlock Holmes (2010), Sherlock Holmes 2 (2011) and the much anticipated remake of The Avengers (2012) are keeping Robert busy!

I think Robert Downey Jr. has never looked better (I still have a crush on him after all these years!) and  that he’s a terrific choice for my CLASSIC HUNKS column. Do you agree? Which of his movies is your favorite?

~Best, Adele Dubois

INTIMATE ART by Adele Dubois, Prologue

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

 

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I’m happy to report that INTIMATE ART is still one of my best-selling back titles even after two years. Readers say they love the story, reviewers call my characters “endearing”, and simply everyone raves about the incredibly sexy cover. I’ve copied the Prologue below for you to read. Additional excerpts on my Book Page and on the Ellora’s Cave website. Enjoy! 

 

Prologue

Cloris speaks:

 

Everyone in Hartsville knew that Jack Harris knocked boots with Legs Anderson. Still, every morning when he strode into the Special-T café wearing his fresh laid grin and tight blue jeans hot enough to melt glass, Legs ignored him. That might not sit right with some men, but Jack just slid in a chair at his favorite corner table and sat back for the cup of coffee he knew she’d bring when she felt like it. Smart woman that Legs was she never made him wait long. She’d fix his cup with real cream just the way he liked it, with a hot plate of eggs over easy, hash browns and fresh bacon right behind.

Legs would sashay to his side, her long brown ponytail swinging time with her slim hips and deliver his breakfast with easy casualness, not making eye contact until he’d had his first jolt of caffeine. When their eyes finally met you could almost see the smoke curl above their heads. The air around Jack and Legs crackled like pressurized, high intensity erotic fuel that could singe the hair on your arms from three paces. Old Man Benson had a five-dollar bet with Clifford Jones that one day they’d detonate, rip each other’s clothes off and rut like mad across a café table. Benson prayed he’d live long enough to see the show. Since every woman between the ages of birth and death in Hartsville loved Jack, and every man from puberty to the nursing home worshipped Legs, their public display would become immortalized in the town’s collective memories.

Needless to say, Legs Anderson’s willingness to keep Jack at bay was Hartsville’s most bemusing mystery. Except to me. My name is Cloris. As the owner of Special-T for over forty years, I saw and heard everything. I was the only one who seemed to have a clue. Jack Harris had a tender spot for sassy, independent women whose affections he had to fight for. The man was hard headed when it came to a challenge.

Jack had been determined to win Legs Anderson since they were kids. Sharing his bed with her ten years later wasn’t the same as winning her heart, but he seemed to be making progress. 

Legs, on the other hand, played indifferent to Jack, which only added fuel to his fire. And what man could resist her? She had clear, creamy skin born of good genes and youth, expressive dark eyes that flashed when she was riled, high cheekbones, and a full, promising mouth. Sometimes those cheekbones and lips made me wonder if a spirited Anderson pioneer once hid a Native American lover in the barn. Legs got all the right mixings of her ancestors, whoever they might have been. I should be jealous just on principle, but I love her like my own child.

Truth was, if Legs had gotten all needy on Jack, he’d run like a deer. That’s what happened with his last girlfriend. She’d clung, scratched, and clawed with her endless insecurities and needless doubts until she’d nearly gutted and drained him. Legs was too sure-footed for that.

Regulars in the café watched the game between Legs and Jack instead of reading the paper or listening to the morning news. They ordered coffee refills and seconds of hash browns or biscuits while eavesdropping shamelessly for the conversation they knew would come in one form or another.

“Move in with me, dammit. You’re the most stubborn woman I ever knew.”

“No more stubborn than you, since you keep askin’ the same old question. I have my own place.”

Jack frowned and stabbed his egg yolks, making them run. “Then let me live with you.”

“In my aunt’s house?” Legs asked like he was crazy.

“It’s your house now.”

“I’m trying to fix it up. I have to patch and paint. There’s no room for your stuff.”

“I’ll help you, and then you’ll have plenty of space for me. And my junk.”

“Ada won’t like it. She’ll think it’s immoral.”

“You talk about her like she’s still with us. She’s been gone over a year, sweetheart.” His voice dropped an octave and his brows creased. “Don’t you think she’d give in after all this time?”

Legs wrinkled her nose. “No. She thinks you’re a wanderer.”

Jack tossed down his fork. “I own a sporting goods store for crissake! I go fishing!” He touched her hand when she got close enough and drew little circles around her wrist bone with a fingertip. The preschool teachers from Let’s Explore stifled sighs at the next table. “It’s time to let go, hon.” His expression turned earnest. “She raised you, I know. But I want to be with you now. It’s time to let me in.”

“Not if that means letting her go. I’m sorry, Jack. I just can’t.”

Jack sighed and returned to his breakfast. “We’ll talk about this again tomorrow.”

It seemed like Jack was the only person in town who didn’t believe the Anderson place was haunted. Or maybe he pretended not to believe. Ada had died but still stood like a sentry in the two-story white Victorian where she raised her niece. And it was clear Legs liked it that way. After her parents died in that car crash, she and her aunt were almost inseparable. Legs still slept in the spare room she used as a child. The master bedroom belonged to her aunt as far as she was concerned.

Legs couldn’t bring herself to move into Ada’s old room, though she’d hauled out much of the furniture and torn down the old-fashioned curtains. Most of the bigger, fussier antiques in the house had been sold to pay land and inheritance taxes. The rest Legs rearranged to her liking and hoped Ada would approve. But a man moving in? Ada would pitch a fit.

How do I know all this? Ada was my best friend and I’ve known Legs since before she was born. Her given name is Linda, but I’ve always called her Legs, ‘cause she reminds me of a sleek, long-legged colt. The nickname stuck with customers after her first shift at the café.

I hired Legs as my runner around the time Ada got sick. My knees throb and my feet ache with arthritis, though I still manage the restaurant and take orders at the counter. Legs had just graduated college when she came home to nurse Ada. It was nice of her to help me around the café, too, and then stay on after her aunt died. I’m a realist, though; I know our arrangement can’t last much longer. The girl has a business degree to make use of.

Back at Jack’s table Legs shook her head as if further talk would make no difference. Her ponytail swished between her slim shoulder blades. “I’ll be painting all weekend. You can help if you want, but I make no promises about you moving in. Ever.”

A satisfied smile curved Jack’s lips. He held Legs’s large brown eyes with his deep cobalt blues. “I’ll bring coffee and biscuits. I’ll be there by eight.”

Legs nodded once. “Okay. Guess I could use an extra pair of hands.”

Every other woman in Hartsville would have passed Jack a paintbrush with her teeth if he brought those rugged, strong looking hands to her house. Yet, there was an unspoken, but palatable admiration for Legs the other women seemed to share. They liked that she could handle him–probably better than they could. Legs had an unshakable confidence that earned other women’s respect.

 I think Jack liked that about her, too.

*****

Additonal Excerpt and Buy Link:

http://www.jasminejade.com/pm-5509-316-intimate-art.aspx

Adele Dubois Book Page: http://www.adeledubois.com/intimate_art.shtml

 

Interview at The Romance Room!

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

Join me at The Romance Room tonight! Wednesday, June 9, 2010, from 7-9 EDT, I’ll be interviewed on The Romance Room Yahoo chat loop by Tina Donahue, moderator and author.

I have no idea what kinds of questions Tina will ask–this interview is live and unscripted. Should be fun! I’ll also post excerpts of my erotic romance titles and be available to readers to answer questions. I hope to see you there! 

~Best, Adele Dubois

Another Great Review for DO ME GOOD!

Monday, June 7th, 2010

The Pen & Muse blog loved DO ME GOOD! Here’s what the reviewer, Denise, had to say: 

“Yummy and hot; well aren’t all Adele’s books? …Adele does not disappoint! A must read for those who love erotic romance.” ~ The Pen and Muse

Here’s what other reviewers had to say!

Clever and unique; I was hooked from just reading the blurb.” ~Whipped Cream Reviews, 4.5 Cherries!

~Whipped Cream Book of The Week Nominee!

“This book is definitely entertaining!” ~ Smexy Books

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Buy Link:

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8301-50-do-me-good.aspx