Here we go ladies and gents. It has been a long and
arduous task for me to bring this story to you. I’ve battled the flu, missing
cover files, a hard drive crash, a new job and major writer’s block. Man, I
hate when characters won’t go where I tell them to and insist on taking their
own path. It requires me to completely rethink the story. Finally, at long last
it is release day. Tessa’s Trio is out!
Tessa is a steamy, hot, erotic romance story about
one woman and the three men who fall in love with her. Hmmm, the idea does have
possibilities doesn’t it?
You can find her (or should that be them?) on
Amazon by clicking the photograph of her cover.
Coming soon, you’ll be able to purchase a paperback
copy on Amazon as well. I'll provide that link when the paperback is ready.
Blurb for Tessa:
Tessa
Dupree is tired of being burned by love again and again, so she has sworn off
men forever. No dating, no relationships and no one night stands. The last
thing she wants is a man.
But
fate may have other plans. When Tessa isn’t looking, fate thrusts three
handsome, intriguing men into her life.
She’s
known Rob since she was a little girl, but has been blind to his love for her.
Peter and Mitch have been Rob’s friends for years. All in all, they are one
smoking-hot gathering of men who make Tessa’s pulse race and her body thrum.
Better than that, they’re all looking for their sole-mates. What are the odds
that Tessa could fit the bill for them all?
They
make her heart yearn for the love she has given up on. Is she ready to risk her
heart again? Will she find love with three fabulous men? Is there any way she
can open her heart and risk being hurt again? Does this trio hold the secret to
love and happiness for Tessa? Or will she have to choose between them?
Excerpt for Tessa:
“Wow,”
she exclaimed looking around the nearly deserted lot. “This place is empty.”
She gestured to the far corner of the lot and headed that way. “My car is over
here.” She waved towards the far corner of the dark, nearly empty lot.
They
walked towards the car, side by side, not touching at all. She stumbled a bit
on an unseen rock and his hand shot out to steady her. When she had regained
her balance he slipped his arm around her waist, resting his hand against her
hip and pulled her tight against his side.
The cool
night breeze drifted across her skin, carrying a touch of his cologne. Oh, he
smells so good. There was a hint of masculine cologne and something she
couldn’t quite identify. Pheromones, a distant part of her mind provided the
word. Could a person actually smell pheromones? Her knees went weak and she
stumbled against him a bit. How could something as simple as his scent make her
feel so, so weak and needy?
“Are you
okay to drive,” he asked as they reached her car. “Should I call you a taxi?”
Tessa
leaned against the car door and he leaned beside her. “I’m fine. I didn’t even
finish one beer. In …” she glanced at her watch, “three hours. Holy cow! I
didn’t realize we were talking that long.” She tipped her head sideways to look
up at him and smiled. Damned if she didn’t love the way he towered over her. He
had to be almost a foot taller than she was. She felt small and feminine beside
him as she leaned against his side. Her hand snaked around his waist.
She took
a deep breath, then another and felt it shiver through her. It had been a very
long time since she had been this aroused and all they were doing was standing
side by side against her car.
“Time
flies in pleasant company.” He slid his arm around her shoulders, and his
fingers pulled gently on one of her corkscrew curls, the slight tugging making
her scalp twitch and her body feel…squirmy.
“Thanks,”
she whispered, somehow touched by the easy compliment. She dug in her pocket
and found her keys, extracted them and rattled them gently. “Well, I should
go.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, knowing she had to leave, but
loath to move from the heady warmth of his side.
“Yes,
you should,” he agreed, his chin nuzzling her hair, his hand drawing idle
circles on her arm.
She
turned a little more towards him, nestling her head in the curve of his
shoulder. She looked up at him. He was so handsome in the shifting shadows of
the parking lot. She wanted to kiss him; she bit her bottom lip gently and
pushed out a soft sigh wishing she had the courage. She wanted, needed, to feel
his lips against hers, to taste him and touch him. Her hands itched to stroke
his chest and delve under his shirt to trace the plains of his abdomen and to
find the peaks of his nipples. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent,
committing it to memory, saving it to savour later.
The
night was cool, but she wasn’t chilled. She was warm in the soft cocoon of his
arm. “Okay,” he whispered, “you have to go.” He eased back a bit.
She
looked up at him again and he smiled that sexy, very slightly crooked smile at
her and she knew he was just as loath to separate as she was. There was
something going on here, something between them. It was strong, electric,
passionate, almost overpowering. She wiggled a bit and wondered if he knew how
deeply he was arousing her just by standing beside her. Tipping her head further
back she looked at him, her mind screaming for him to kiss her. He moved
forward, his head tilting just a fraction of an inch. He smiled at her again,
his eyes flashing in the dark as he lowered his mouth and touched his lips
softly to hers.
Happy reading.
Hugs
Katie
Okay, this post was sparked by a Facebook post by Karen Marie Moning a few days ago. She was talking about her psych professor and a person's desire for sex. 
I read a lot of sweet romances, and spiritual romances. (I have a thing for Amish romance, and don't know why. I just really enjoy them.) I read a couple of mainstream/contemporary romances a week. I read science fiction, fantasy, a bit of vampire, or shape-shifter too. I used to read a lot of Janet Evanovich, Kathy Reichs, and Patricia Cornwall. My reading tastes are eclectic to say the least. If someone recommends a book to me, I am likely to pick it up and give it a shot.
Last night, I had a weird dream about being stranded in a mountain cabin, far from anywhere, during a blizzard. I was invaded by a group of military men trying to make their way back to civilization, on foot, after a failed op. This wasn't your ordinary dream, it was full color, graphic (down to the bleeding broken limbs of one of the soldiers). My mind wove a tale that included what I would say was half a novel. Anyway ... the first thing I did this morning, was pop open my computer and start writing down my dream. I admit, it does have flaws, but it also has the makings of a great story. Maybe a romance, maybe not. Maybe some sort of futuristic, post apocalypse type story. It all depends on where the characters lead me.
