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By Bonnie Williams
LARE Issue #4
AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT— Erotic Romance Author Cheryl Holt
Her latest release Further Than Passion
You'd never know, after reading Ms. Holt's hot n' steamy romances, that she's a stay-at-home mom who writes novels in her "spare time".
Before Cheryl became a romance writer, she worked in the legal field chasing corporate polluters. Yuck!
After several long years, she finally quit her day job and soon found her niche writing romance novels.
Her first book, THE WAY OF THE HEART, was a historical romance published by Zebra Books in 1999.
Ms. Holt's latest release, FURTHER THAN PASSION, is about a notorious rogue whose fate falls into the hands of a the heroine's young cousin as she attempts to use an apothecary's love potion to snag herself a handsome husband - the Earl of Stamford - the notorious rogue himself!
Here's the synopsis:
Can London's Most Notorious Rogue...
Kate Duncan agrees to help her young cousin land a husband though she draws the line when he learns the foolish girl wants to use an apothecary's love potion to snag the notorious Marcus Pelham! To prove the elixer a fake, Kate drinks it herself — and experiences the most erotic moment of her life when she stumbles upon Marcus in a most compromising position. Every nerve in Kate's body sings as she watches from the shadows, but is her response a result of the potion... or the man? Luckily, Marcus is far too busy to notice Kate's spying... or so she thinks...
...Find Satisfaction in the Arms of Just One Woman?
As the Earl of Stamford, Marcus has his choice of willing ladies to share his bed.
Yet nothing has ever aroused him as much as the image of Kate watching him. Marcus tries to have a little fun with Kate by drinking the elixir — and them appearing to lose all control every time she's near. But the prank goes awry when Marcus finds himself wildly and truly attracted to the innocent Kate. As he teaches her the passionate art of seduction, will he lose his heart for the very first time?
FURTHER THAN PASSION won the K.I.S.S. Award in the March 2005 issue of Romantic Times Magazine.
Be sure to visit Cheryl Holt at her
official website:
THE LONELY GUYS©
A Romantic Comedy Series
By Bonnie Louise Williams
Meet the Kinsey brothers...
Four strikingly handsome brothers.
A father who has gone missing.
A blind cat...that keeps impregnating the neighborhood females.
And an old, dilapidated house.
-And these guys haven't had a date in months, all because of a
rumor
about a family curse....that rendered all of them, umm, well—
impotent...except for the cat.
Can these attractive guys find their dad, keep their house in one
piece,
and find true love (or lust) along the way...despite the curse?
Or are they destined to remain...The Lonely Guys?
THE LONELY GUYS©
By Bonnie Louise Williams
Episode 2
Emma and the Gossip Queen
"Attractive men are nothing but trou—ble."
Emma glanced up from Missy Clark's nails as the woman said the word
"Yes." She leaned over the linoleum table to whisper, "I heard
from a friend of
a cousin of mine that those boys are..." she placed her newly
manicure hand to
her mouth in secret. "They're cursed."
"Cursed? Sounds
like an old wives tale."
"Shh. Yes, cursed
in the worst way."
What? Where they
endowed with tiny penises, she wanted to ask, but bit
down on a smirk and
kept her mouth shut. Oh—maybe they were so huge
that— Agh,
what was wrong with her? She suddenly wanted to know what
Blake's penis
looked like!
"You, know?
Incapable of satisfying a woman—sexually."
"Uh. Imagine that."
More than likely due to male selfishness, she thought.
Missy left humming
after she gave Emma a generous tip—a bigger load of
information in her
head then she'd have liked. But Missy was apparently very
happy to be the
first to offer Emma the town gossip. The Kinsey brothers
apparently had a
notorious history going all the way back to their grandfather's time.
She blew the strand
of hair that fell over her eyes and thumbed through her
appointment
book. "Rosie, did my afternoon appointment call in and cancel?"
Emma leased the
manicurist station at the salon, but Rosie owned the salon.
"Nope. She called
this morning and had to change her time. Since you weren't
coming in until
later, I scheduled her with Michelle."
"Oh." That was odd. This was the third schedule change this week.
At this
rate, she'd never save enough money for her own shop. "Well, I'm
going to get
some coffee, then," she said as she heard the front door to the
shop chime.
Emma felt woefully
clueless about the men in this town. She definitely needed
to get out more.
"And Blake Kinsey's offer for dinner is starting to look
pre—tty good," she mumbled.
"I'm glad to hear that," said a familiar
husky, intensely sensual voice.
Oh, no. Emma reluctantly looked up and
found Blake Kinsey smiling
broadly as he stood
filling the doorway to the salon. "What are you
doing here," she
said in a harsh whispered. The At least he was wearing
a shirt. "And how
on earth did you know where to find me?"
He took two slow long strides over to her station and gazed down at
her. "Greenrich is a small town, honey." He leaned in, making her
think
he might kiss her. Instead he whispered in her ear, "And you're
easy to spot."
Emma crossed her
arms, attempting to hide her aroused, mutinous nipples.
It didn't work. The
cad smirked and raised an eyebrow as his eyes dipped
down to her
cleavage and back up again. Oh, she was ready for battle.
Blake reached into his jeans pocket and handed her a folded piece
of paper,
his knuckles grazed her crossed arms, as if coxing her to relax.
Aghast by her
body's response, her arms fell to her sides, and the outrageous
man slipped
the paper into her palm. He brought her hand to his mouth, kissed
the
inside of her wrist, holding it there a moment longer then she'd
consider polite,
grinned, then dropped her hand. Blake turned on his heel and
left—leaving
Emma nearly catatonic in the middle of the salon floor with her
heart fluttering
and nerve ending dancing.
"Yeowza," Rosie
said. "Hard to believe that guy's impotent. The way he
was looking at you,
his eyes could've started a fire."
"Yeah," she said
stupidly. Remembering the paper in her hand, she unfolded it.
Inside it said,
I know you want
me.
When you're
ready to admit it,
call me. Yours,
B.
"Yeah. In your dreams, Kinsey."
And maybe in her own
as well. ~
THE LONELY GUYS
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