xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Carjacked or Kidnapped? #LabourDay #MFRWHooks #romance


Today's hook comes from Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier. 

It's Number four in a series of stand-alone stories, all set in Westhorpe Ridge, and all featuring former service men.

It features a Dom with PTSD, a heroine who's too eager to please, and the most romantic Labor Day parade ever.

Excerpt from Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Kathryn paled and stared at the gun. Her brow furrowed in confusion. He wasn’t hurt at all. This crash was a setup to stop passing cars. Carjack them, maybe, but he’d need an accomplice for that. Her brain worked overtime, but her body froze. How did I end up looking down the wrong end of gun? I only stopped to help. She was on the back road to nowhere. If he shot her, nobody would find her body for weeks.

Kathryn felt rooted to the spot. “I haven’t anything valuable with me, but my keys are in the car’s ignition. Take it and let me go. Please.”
He lifted his free hand and backhanded her cheek. “One more word, and I’ll pull the trigger.”

The slap caught her off guard, snapping her head to the right and making her squeal. Off balance, she toppled sideways and sprawled on the road.
Luke roared and shot toward them, but the supposed accident victim pointed his gun at Kathryn’s head. “Bring it on, pal, and watch me put a bullet in her brain.”

Luke froze and lifted his hands, one on either side of his head. “Okay. Okay. I won’t give you any trouble. What do you want?”

The gunman stood slowly. A cold grin spread over his face as he pulled Kathryn to her feet and held the gun against her temple. “I don’t want nothing, but Mr. Farlaise wants his pound of flesh. She’s valuable, but you’re collateral damage. One false move, and you’re dead.”

Farlaise? Kathryn shook her head. Farlaise had gone on the run, or so Sean said. She’d thought the property developer had headed off to Mexico. Instead, he’d hid out in North Carolina. Her brain felt like cotton candy. Fear chilled her blood, but being held at gunpoint addled her wits. Nothing made sense. Why had this thug come after her? Who’d used Farlaise’s ticket on American Airlines flight? A trusted employee, perhaps? And what did Farlaise want with her?

Surely, he knew by now that she didn’t have his money. How could she be of value? Nonentity, remember. Even Smithson, Westhorpe, and Walters’s accountant had tossed her to the wolves when he insisted Farlaise’s missing cash was nothing to do with the law firm.



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Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

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Friday, 3 August 2018

Trusting Ingrid by Libby Campbell #feisty #broken #secondchance #alphahero #erotica


Trusting Ingrid (Romancing The Coast Book 3) by [Campbell, Libby]


Ingrid is broken. Lachlan is sure he can fix her.



Blurb:

Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.
When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.
The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.
Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.

Ingrid soon learns that big girls do cry, especially when they have very sore bottoms.

Buy link: Amazon

Ingrid is going to have to get used to falling into Lachlan’s loving arms.



Excerpt

"Are you willing to submit to me physically, to accept my discipline, until you develop more of your own?”
Ingrid rubbed her hands on her jeans, trying to act indifferent. She shrugged. “Sure. Nothing to lose.”
“Curb your enthusiasm.” Lachlan stood in front of her.
From where she sat, he looked skyscraper tall, making her feel like a speck in his shadow.
Lachlan held out his hand. “Let’s get started.”
Ingrid rose to her feet. “Here?” she looked around the living room, her face knit with worry.
“Why not? There’s no one home. The blinds are closed. This gives us lots of space to play in and I find a roaring fire can be helpful in these situations.”
“Helpful?”
“All will be revealed,” Lachlan said, pulling her into his arms to hold her tight. His hands roamed from the top of her spine down to her buttocks and thighs. He squeezed her bottom, caressed her waist and massaged her shoulders, as though he were memorizing every inch of her body by touch.
Ingrid wrapped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her collarbone then lifted his head and kissed her ear, his soft breath heating her in dark tangled places.
When his lips met hers, she was ready, her mouth slightly open. Their tongues danced. She drank from him and he from her. Their moaning voices joined. For a tumbling, crazed moment, it was as though they were a single, heaving beast.
Without warning, Lachlan pulled away. Taking Ingrid by the shoulders, he spun her around, so she was facing the fire. He stood behind her, his body molding against hers. With one hand under her breasts, holding her close, he flattened his other hand on her abdomen, pressing her to him. The rigid muscle of his hard on rubbed against her bottom cheeks.
“Do you like the warmth of the fire?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. The bittersweet smell of the burning cedar log was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply.
“There is a reason the hearth is raised. Do you have any idea why that might be?”
“To make it easier to set a fire?”
“Partly. You’re about to see the other reason. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Maybe.” Her bark of laughter quivered with nervousness. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“I’m going to spank you tonight. That much you’ve figured out already, right?”
She nodded hesitantly.
“What you may not realize is that I consider your problems, your bad behaviors, to be long term, entrenched habits that can only be broken and rebuilt over a period of time, with regular and consistent correction.”
Ingrid froze. “Period of time? What does that mean? What is consistent correction?”
“The initial period will be a month. That’s how long I’m off the board and how long Glyn and Rachel are away. For the next month you will be spanked at least once a day.”
Ingrid gasped. “No!”
“Yes” Lachlan kissed her neck.
With his warm lips caressing her skin, her determination to resist him weakened. She protested feebly, “That’s too much.”
“It’s barely a start, considering some of the things you’ve done. The spankings aren’t the only important thing. Far more important is your submission. That will tell me that you know you need to change, that you consent to my direction for the process.”
“At least once a day?” She hated the timidity in her voice.
“Once a day to pay for old sins. More than that for new offences. You’re lucky. Today you’re only going to be punished for today’s wrongdoing.”

Ingrid has skated on the edge of the law for so long, she’s always expected to have it with a judge or prison warden.


Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:


The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)
Holding Cynthia (Book 2)

A Time For Will

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

More about Libby Campbell:


Libby Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.
Libby has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
Libby’s passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night of dancing.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:


Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/
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Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENW
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Author Q&A, 


Where did Ingrid come from?

Those who have read the Simon in Charge series may remember her as the realtor who sold Simon and Sadie their Vancouver mansion. When she waltzed into that book, sassy and confronting, I had to know more about her. The only way to do that was to write her story.

Was there a particular reason to choose the subject of addiction?

It seemed clear to me from Ingrid’s behaviour in Sadie Says I Do, that she had some deep problems, definitely some that involved alcohol. Plus so many families these days have been touched by the destructive force of substance abuse, I wanted to tell at least one such story with a happy ending.

Ingrid is a lawless sort of character. Is she based on your own experiences?

You mean have I ever broken the law? Hm. I plead the 5th. Can a Canadian do that?

I remember my first speeding ticket though. I was driving home from a friend’s late at night. Dolly Parton’s Joelene, one of my favorite songs, was playing on the radio. The car behind me was driving really close so I sped up. The faster I went, the faster that car went. Right until they put on their lights and sirens.

As to any other breaches of the law, I’m taking the advice of the late, great Ingrid Bergman and reminding myself that happiness is good health and a bad memory.




Any comments on the title?

Like all the books in this series, it’s meant to have a number of interpretations. Ingrid has to trust herself. Lachlan has to trust her. Ingrid has to learn to trust Lachlan, to trust other people. She’s been a lone wolf her entire life until she meets Lachlan. What he wants from her is a big ask.

We see a lot of what makes your female leads clench. What makes you clench?

Easy – the Leading Man. His voice. His laugh. Looking at his hands when we’re in public and thinking about what they do to me in private. A whispered word to me in public. After all these years, I still like his Australian accent and his often unusual turn of phrase.

But I’m not blind. When a gracious, well-mannered man pays attention to me, I still feel a flirtatious rush, a physical thrill. But it stops there. Attractive R/L men are like the hot male protagonists in a sexy book: things to enjoy in the imagination.

What was your first kiss like?

Disappointing! I was 15 at a Christmas party. Someone had hung mistletoe over the stereo. I forgot it was there and went to adjust the volume of the music. A guy I didn’t like at all came over, wrapped me in a bear hug and kissed me. I remember thinking, ‘Well that’s ruined then. That is now and forever my first kiss.’

At that age, everything was very dramatic to me. I realize now that one disappointment doesn’t spoil what life brings next.

What was your best kiss?

That’s easy: on our first date my husband threated to spank me. That threat made me flush with desire down to my toes, although I tried to act cool.

When we were walking home after that dinner, I was primed and ready for him. He’s a strong lead on the dance floor and as we walked through a park, spun me into his arms and kissed me. I never wanted it to end. So far it hasn’t.

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Husband Needed - Apply Here #MFRWHooks #small town #contemporary #romance


Need a husband?
If you feel you have nothing to offer, that you're plain and uninspiring, who do you call?
No, not Ghost Busters.
Try your local newpaper's personal column. 

Please enjoy this week's book hook and take a moment to read the other authors participation in the bloghop using the link below

Excerpt
 Abigail never cried, except when she submitted to a Dom’s discipline. Tonight, she fled the club in tears. The drive back to her motel room seemed endless. Shuffling in her seat, she tried to ease the throbbing in her ass. And why the hell are all the traffic lights red?

Finally, she pulled into the parking lot. Tomorrow, she’d face the ninety-mile drive home, but for now she wallowed in her misery. She hadn’t even told Adam, her older brother, about the letter yet, but he’d go ballistic when he heard the terms of their great-aunt’s will. 

She’d booked a Skype call for Sunday, and she’d try to stay calm when she told him the conditions. He’d hate them, of course, but he could only inherit Montgomery Hall if they and the second cousin they hadn’t known existed all married within a year.

There were so many problems with that. First, although she loved her small-town life, the lack of local Doms she could trust with her need for submission was a problem. All things considered, there weren’t any single men she’d date, let alone wed. Adam couldn’t come home until Easter, which left him seven months to find a bride. He hadn’t dated seriously for years, not since something went wrong between him and Mandy at their graduation ball.

Finding a husband topped Abigail’s to-do list, closely followed by tracking down her mysterious cousin. The lawyers had promised to search for her, but if they failed, the hall would be sold to the highest bidder. Its cliff-top position and acres of land meant developers would flock to it like jackals.

Deciding she could only deal with one problem at a time, Abigail had arrived in Polka Springs City with a plan. Her first thought had been to join a dating website, but someone might see. Next, she’d planned to register with a dating agency, but to her way of thinking, it smacked of desperation. Of course, that was exactly what her Great-Aunt Edith’s will had made her.

Once Abigail had scurried into her motel room, she’d pulled out a pad and listed the things to make her desirable to a man. Damn it, I’m not sexy or stunning, and Adam says my fashion sense sucks. If she joined a dating agency far enough from Westhorpe Ridge, no one would ever know she’d been frantically trying to find a husband, she hoped. 

Only, it could take forever.

Even computer assisted, she might never meet a prospective partner. Having limited options was the pits, especially since everyone missed out if she failed to find a prospective bridegroom. She felt more trapped now than when Master Jay had tied her legs wide open in a frog position.
Her quickest way forward—advertise for a husband.

 Ashamed she’d stooped so low, she felt underhand and seedy as she sought the right words to ensure everyone’s future. Husband wanted read too stark. Well-paid job vacancy could mean anything. Finally, she decided on Two-year exclusive contract for the right man. Must be without ties or commitments. Initial retainer and outstanding remuneration paid once the contract ends.

She hoped it didn’t sound too sexist, but she couldn’t advertise for a woman, could she?

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Blurb

Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom, needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Soon, Abigail dreams of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared walk away and break her heart?

Thursday, 26 July 2018

Bound To Submit, Book 4, Miami Masters by BJ Wane #eroticromance #BDSM #spanking


Miles vowed to protect her, but will the secrets of their




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How far will he go to keep her safe?


Blurb:
Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her.  The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much. She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.  

Teaching her to give up control will almost rob him of his own.
Excerpt
Holding his hand out, Miles helped her up yet again, taking the pugil stick from her and dropping it to the mat as he said, “You caught on quick, Hope, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slide on your punishment.”
Both her buttocks and her pussy clenched at the word ‘punishment’ and a frisson of excitement danced under her skin when her mind took her back to another place, another Dom and her first taste of erotic pain.  “But…” she cast a quick look around the small gym then at the door. “Here?”
With a low laugh that set off a flutter of butterflies in Hope’s abdomen, Miles spun her around, swiped both feet out from under her with one leg and kept one arm braced around her middle as he lowered her on top of the large padded pole.  “Here, and now,” he whispered in her ear as he adjusted her hips over the pugil, leaving her butt propped up. “Stay where I put you.” Swiping a hand over her buttocks, he squeezed one cheek. “We didn’t discuss a safe word last week because that was fun, I didn’t intend any punishment that time.  For now, we’ll stick with the standard red for stopping everything; green, you’re good to continue and yellow for you’re unsure.”
Hope was familiar with the stoplight cues due to Sandie and Krista sharing a few of their scenes whenever they got together.  With a hard tug, Miles yanked her gi pants down to her thighs followed by her panties. As her butt became exposed to the cool air-conditioning, and embarrassment over the ignominious position he placed her in gave way to excitement, she prayed she could remember even those simple instructions.  
“Put your arms behind your back and grip your hands together,” Miles instructed as he caressed his palm over the smooth, soft skin of her lush ass.  Propped up on his side next to her, he enjoyed the view of plump, lily-white buttocks elevated for his enjoyment. “Good girl,” he praised her when she obeyed without question.  “You’ve got a world-class ass, Hope. I’m envisioning all kinds of things I’d like to do with it. Tell me about your one experience in a club.”
With one side of her face pressed against the mat, the one eye he could see widened in surprise.  “Why?”
He swatted her ass, hard enough to jiggle the round globe.  “Don’t question my demands.”
Small, white teeth sunk into her plump lower lip before she replied.  “I went to a club with some friends, just out of curiosity. Accepting a dare, I landed over a Dom’s lap.  That’s all, not much to it. We left right afterward.”
“Then why did you tell me last week it ended badly?” He caressed the warm, red handprint his smack left behind and watched pleasure dilate her eyes.  That quick, unguarded response was every Dom’s wet dream. Too bad this was a punishment scene.

AUTHOR BIO:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.


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Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Abigail Needs a Hero #MFRWhooks #contemporary #romance



Will he love her or leave her?


Hello Book Hook fans. 
I've been AWOL for a while, but today I'm sharing a snippet from my book Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine.






I always fall in love with my heroes, but Jared - 
ed, the former Marine sniper from Marriage Mobsters, and the Marine - holds a special place in my heart.
Abigail's too, and if ever she needed a hero, it's now. 



Snippet


As she slipped on her coat, two men wearing black balaclavas burst through the door. She screamed, but everyone had left. No one heard. One man slapped her across her cheek. Her head shot back, and pain made her vision blur.

The man by the door glared at her through cold killer’s eyes. “Make another sound, and he’ll really hurt you.”

The one who’d hit her—the minion—shoved a gag in her mouth, pulled a hood over her head, and tied her hands behind her. Paralyzed by fear, she let him. As every second ticked off on the classroom clock, she prayed the police would drive by. Maybe the deputies thought she’d left for the night, but surely they’d see her car in the parking lot.

Abigail’s head hurt, her heart raced, and her stomach churned. She’d never been so scared in her life. When this happened for real, it wasn’t fun—nothing like evenings spent at the BDSM club.

One of them threw her over his shoulder and carried her out into the cool midwinter air. Abigail shuddered, more from fear than the cold. They locked her in the car trunk and drove off. Cramped, cold, and hurting, she worked at the rope around her wrists, trying to get her hands free. These men had to work for the mobsters who wanted her money, and they’d already tried to kill her once.


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Blurb

Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, longs for the loving family she never had. 

Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her military brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom, needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution - to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Soon, Abigail dreams of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two-years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared walk away and break her heart?


The stand-alone romance that starts my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series


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Monday, 16 July 2018

The President's Wife by Seeley Kay #rafflecopter #giveaway #romance #lawyers



The President’s Wife 
by Seelie Kay


Seelie will be giving away  an ebook of The Garage Dweller to three lucky winners drawn via Rafflecopter. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance every day to enter to win. You may find all the tour locations here

About The President’s Wife: 
What happens when one of your best friends, the First Lady of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, appears to be an imposter? If you’re criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, you pursue the truth like a rabid dog, then wage a battle to save your friend’s life.

When criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant travels to Washington, D.C. to join her former college roommate, Marella de la Aerelli, in celebrating her husband’s election as the first president of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, she is met with an unpleasant surprise. Her friend of almost 30 years not only looks unwell, she is cold and distant. After Julianna becomes convinced the woman is really an imposter, she attempts to expose the faux Marella by using a secret only she, Marella, and the sitting U.S. President share. In the process, Julianna helps to uncover an international conspiracy to seize control of the new country, using the president’s wife as a pawn in a dangerous and potentially deadly game. Will Marella be rescued before a coup takes place? Or will she become collateral damage in one tiny nation’s fight to be free?

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Excerpt:

The state dinner at the White House was in full swing. Waiters were busy delivering food and pouring wine, as guests ate and chatted with others seated at their tables.

Julianna picked at her dinner, some sort of beef dish with quirky vegetables, and continued to study Lodatian President Georges and Mrs. Marella de la Aerelli, as they chatted quietly with the U.S. president and his wife. Marella barely looked up from her plate, and conversation with her hosts appeared to be minimal. God, that is so not the Marella I know. She hasn’t even acknowledged me and I sent her an email informing her that I would be here.

Julianna set her fork down on her plate and nudged her husband, Little River, Wisconsin Police Chief David Manders. “Something’s wrong.” Julianna whispered. “Marella looks wrong. Maybe she’s just tired after the campaign, but she looks sick. Too thin and too pale. And she isn’t smiling. Marella is always smiling, even when she feels like shit. And she hasn’t even looked at me. Why is she ignoring me? Something is not right. I can feel it.”

David looked at his wife and tried to hide his smile. “Jules, you find a conspiracy behind every door these days,” he said quietly. He looked around to ensure that the other four couples seated at their table were otherwise engaged. “I vote for tired, no, make that exhausted. My God, five months ago, she was a farm wife in Lodatia, now she’s been thrust into the international spotlight as the wife of the President. That would exhaust anyone. I know if you ran for president, it would have a negative impact on me.”

Julianna smirked. “If I became President, sir, it would have a negative impact on both of us.”
David sighed and ran a hand through his short, silver hair. His piercing blue eyes gazed at his wife, his fondness apparent. “Well, instead of jumping to conclusions, let’s wait until the reception at the Lodatian Embassy. There are a lot of rules and protocols for visiting dignitaries. Maybe it just isn’t appropriate to buddy up to an old friend at a state dinner. Once you get up close and personal with Marella, you can get a better fix on things. That woman has been through the wringer, what with that opposition group trying to assassinate her husband not once, but twice. I imagine the stress of clinging to Lodatia’s newly formed democratic government is a kind of like hanging on to a cliff, knowing that if you fall, there will be no net to catch you. Cut her some slack and do not tell her she looks awful.”


About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nine works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

Seelie can be reached at www.seeliekay.com, www.seeliekay.blogspot.com,  Twitter or Facebook.

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Thursday, 12 July 2018

What was I thinking? #bookcover #learningcurve #romance #books




This year the rights to 12 of my books reverted to me. They were fully edited and ready to republish. I only had one problem. They all needed covers. No problem, I thought. I’ll just design them.
Oh dear.
I learned a new respect for cover artists. I dropped lucky with my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series. Sherry Soule of Swoonworthy Book Covers designed me these. She even customized them for me.

My two standalones were hard. I never loved the original cover for my book, Giving it up for the Gods. Doing my own would be easy, right?
Wrong.
It took me four weeks and a lot “could do better” from my friend Sandy Ebdel of Personal Touch Editing. I bought an image from Period Images, and here’s what I came up with. This one still makes me smile.
I had no idea what to do with the cover of One Knight Stand. I wanted the book to scream contemporary romance with a hero born in the time of the crusades. Again, my knight came from the reasonably priced Period Images. I bought a cover that I loved, and even had the designer write A Contemporary Romance on it. Loving it wasn’t enough. Finally, I put a call on Facebook, asking people what image sums up the current day. Most said a mobile phone or a tablet. I stepped in, but I’m no designer. One good friend has already told me she preferred the original.


That brought me to my Scattered Siblings. I bought my two favorite covers from Loose id before they closed their doors.

That left me needing three. I went back to Swoonworthy book covers for two of them.
Then there was my disaster.

What was I thinking
 Couldn’t have got To Break a Warrior King’s Curse’s  more wrong if I tried.  
I started with Mr Orange, but it was so bad, a complete stranger designed the second one for me. It was close to what I needed, but not quite right. I had a think and started with a picture of Whitby Abby – as seen in the final picture. Again I bought an image from period images.
This has been a steep learning curve and I have a new respect for cover designers.