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Kissing Bandits Welcomes Dawn Tomasko

Kissing Bandits Blog welcomes Dawn Tomasko, author of Tides of Hope

About Dawn: Dawn Tomasko has been writing since she was a child. It’s important to Dawn for readers to connect with her characters on an emotional level, and she likes strong heroines and strong heroes. Besides writing, she works in the medical field, loves spending time with her family and is an avid veggie and perennial gardener. Romance Writers of America has given her many opportunities to learn her craft and network with other writers. She loves hearing from readers, and invites you to visit her webpage, www.dawntomasko.com. Dawn would love to chat with readers about their favorite books or anything at all! 

Blurb:

TidesofHope_MEDSara Shepard is newly divorced, estranged from her college-bound daughter and determined to rebuild her life on Nantucket Island. The last thing she wants is a billionaire ex-CEO turned carpenter hanging around. Even if he is gorgeous.

But that’s exactly what he does…he’s been hired to remodel her beach house, so he’ll be up close and personal.

Gabriel Donovan is instantly attracted to Sara, but it’s much more than her beautiful face and curvy body that pulls at him. He admires her fiercely guarded independence, but it’s the woman underneath it all that makes him want to tear down the walls she’s built around her heart.

Sara wants nothing to do with Gabriel, at least that what she keeps telling herself. She’s on the island to rebuild her life, not fall for a sexy carpenter who undresses her with his eyes, makes her laugh and sees right through her defenses.

Once they give in to their explosive chemistry, a dangerous ex-husband, a dirty secret from Gabriel’s past and a horrific accident threaten to destroy what Sara and Gabriel have found together.

Excerpt:

Sara listened with rising dismay.  He would not back down.  Dear God, he was leaving her.  What had she done?  Her breath fractured, and her heart along with it. Stupid fool, she opened her life and heart to let him in, and he was ending it, because of a critical fault in her nature.  Another epic failure.  Sara’s hand shook as she held it out to him.  “Gabriel, please, don’t do this.”

The indigo eyes she so loved swam with moisture.  “This is killing me, Sara.  I can’t do it this way anymore.  If I waited this long to find someone to share my life with, I can’t accept less than full measure.  I understand I’m changing the rules. I know what I’m asking and what a risk this is for you.  Find the courage,” he challenged, “because I promise you, I’ll give you everything I have it in me to give.  But that’s what I need from you.”

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EQ Author Takeover

The Exquisite Quills FB page is having our first ever Author Takeover Extravaganza on August 20 from 1-10 PM! Party with favorite authors and get to know new ones. We’ll have contests, prizes, excerpts, and other fun stuff going on. For my grand prize, I’m giving away the chance to name the hero and/or the heroine of my current WIP tentatively titled Re/Leased (Doms of the FBI #5). That’s right–you have the chance to name those hot honeys!

Here’s the lineup:

E. Ayers               1-2 PM

Reggi Allder       2-3 PM

D’Ann Lindun    3-4 PM

Sarah Grimm     4-5 PM

June Faver         5-6 PM

Missy Martine    6-7 PM

Michele Zurlo     7-8 PM

Rose Anderson 8-9 PM

Kaitlyn Stone     9-10 PM

August 20–Save the Date!

Here’s the link to the EQ group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/527671093985960/

Guest Takeover: Kathy O’Rourke

Kathy O’Rourke is an independent writer. I had the pleasure of reading chapters of Knowing Beth as Kathy posted them in a private FB group. If you love alpha male MC stories with sweet, emotionally strong submissives, check, out Knowing Beth

cover  eBook (Final)Knowing Beth by Kathy O’Rourke

Book One in the Men of Nirvana Flats Series.

I was always a closeted writer who wrote stories and poems but would never show them to anybody.  After a bout with cancer I made a bucket list. What can I say, I saw the movie and it inspired me. At the top of my list right under winning the lottery was write a novel. Since winning the lottery was a crapshoot, I moved on to writing my novel. People ask me where I got my idea for Knowing Beth, the answer is crazy simple… the character Beth came to me in a dream and gave me her story and then sat on my shoulder as I wrote the book.   Ask any writer and they will tell you that their characters become real to them. Mine did and I love them. As I was writing Knowing Beth it became apparent that this needed to be a series because all of the characters want me to tell their stories too.  I titled the series “The Men of Nirvana Flats” after their motorcycle club’s name which is  the Nirvana Flats Motorcycle Club (NFMC). Each book will have a HEA for one of the men but all the characters will be seen through the series.

Blurb:

Beth: A young submissive in trouble.

Parker: A Dom with a sad secret.

Was it just an accident that they met? Or something else?

Can Parker and his crew help Beth handle her past demons? Can Beth help Parker deal with his painful past?

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Amazon Reader Reviews:

“This is a must read that will melt your panties, make you sweet, bring tears to your eyes and have your heart racing”

“A refreshing take on romance.”

“Really liked this book. Loved the different characters points of view.”

“I must say she had me hooked by the third chapter. Her characters were well written and the story-line held my interest to the very end.”

Book Two: Thanking Stars releases Christmas 2014.

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Knowing-Beth-Nirvana-Flats-Book-ebook/dp/B00N63N6AE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1410100561&sr=1-1&keywords=knowing+beth

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/knowing-beth-kathy-orourke/1120263293?ean=2940150397330

https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=knowing+beth

 

Author Bio:

Kathy O’Rourke is a writer of woman’s romance with an erotic twist.  She grew up in East Rockaway New York, went to college in Utah but has been a resident of Los Angeles California since she was 24 years old. She was always a closeted writer who took an early retirement to try her hand at being an author. She self published “Knowing Beth” this past August. It is her first novel and book one in her Men of Nirvana Flats Series.

Writing is not her only love. She loves reading, gardening and her dogs Yogi and BooBoo.

 

Guest Takeover: Jane Leopold Quinn

My buddy Jane Leopold Quinn has a wonderful new release that you need to check out!

Loving Ivy 200x312 FinalLoving Ivy

The Brothers Agee – Jake

by Jane Leopold Quinn

 

BLURB

 

Ivy Westlake, thought to be a demure young lady, comes alive at her friend’s hacienda in Mexico when she discovers the Flamenco. Her wild side is unleashed in the sensuality of music and dancing. She will not allow her father to force her into a marriage of convenience back East, so she runs away with the dance troupe.

Jake Agee, cowboy, horse trader, loner, has carefully built a life with no commitments. That life explodes in his face when Ivy dances. He doesn’t know she’s run away until he spots her performing in a small California town. He battles his desire to have this woman against his well-honed sense of independence.

Jake and Ivy perform their own style of pas de deux throughout southern California until their passions ignite in a desert cave in the middle of a thunder storm. Jake fights his growing love as Ivy fights her craving for their erotic pursuits. Jake’s long lost brother suddenly and mysteriously surfaces. Will this appearance tear Jake and Ivy apart? Will it destroy their love?

 

R- RATED EXCERPT

 

The drawers dropped.

He groaned. Her dancer’s body, one long graceful line from head to toe, reminded him of a painting he’d seen in San Francisco. He’d been wandering along Market Street near the Palace Hotel and caught a glimpse of a beautiful naked woman through a window. When he went to investigate, to his embarrassment he discovered he’d entered an art gallery. A painting—a woman rising from a pond surrounded by thick woods. Now he stared stupidly at the very image of the woman in the painting, at the real life woman’s pale translucent flawless skin. He had the living breathing Ivy here before him, not unobtainably flat on a canvas.

His palms itched to cover her full white breasts. His body flamed hot wanting the feel of her dark rosy nipples rubbing against his bare chest. And in his mouth. His clenched jaw ached. He growled deeply in his throat at the insistent throbbing of his cock, at the thickening inside his pants. Ravenous to touch her, her breasts, her belly, the dark triangle below it, he swallowed, suddenly nervous.

He lifted a hand to her hair, slipping his fingers through it, fluffing the damp strands out to spill down her back and over her shoulders to teasingly cover her breasts. The woman in the painting, her hair was like this. He’d stood so long in front of the painting that the gallery proprietor had to cough to get his attention. At the time he believed he’d never see a woman’s hair like that in the painting. But he was wrong. It was here, within his reach, rich and thick and wildly curling around her breasts, her nipples peeping through. Fingering the length of the waves drifting over her neck and shoulders, his hands shaking slightly, he reached the round cushions of her breasts. His breath caught in his throat as he brushed the backs of his knuckles down the center of her body.

His eyes widened to take it all in, his mouth watering to taste her. His lips softened, his breath rasped. He heard her sharp indrawn gasp and a moan echoed so deeply inside her he could feel its vibration on his fingers. Glancing up, he saw she was watching with fascination as his fingers skimmed around her breasts finally reaching their tips.

She looked up at him then, her lips parted in anticipation, her eyes swimming with desire. “Mm,” she sighed shakily, pursing her lips, her body quivering, her eyes glazed and dreamy as he drew the backs of his fingers over her.

His only reality was his hands on her body, on her hot skin. Curving his palms around her, he caressed her breasts, her neck and shoulders. He’d never made love like this, had no plan of seduction. Yes, he’d had sex before but never with the feeling that this time would be momentous. He wanted it to be good for her. If he was going to take her innocence, he didn’t want her to regret it.

“Ah.”

He leaned in, their lips meeting, soft at first, just a gentle brush.

“God, Jake.” She groaned into his mouth.

Their lips parted momentarily, then his kiss turned savage, his tongue plunging into her slippery mouth and intertwining with hers, filling her until he felt breathless and weak. Her fingers clutched the back of his shirt, nails digging into the skin beneath. The sharp sting kindled a spark in him. His hands raked through her damp hair, cupping her head in his palms, holding her as he moved over her lips, taking control of her mouth.

He caressed her shoulders and neck with his thumbs, nibbling at her brow and eyelids, nuzzling her ear and, with repressed ferocity, he bit her earlobe.

“Jake,” she murmured repeatedly. She pulled frantically at the front of his shirt, clumsily unbuttoning it. “I want to feel your bare skin,” she demanded, her voice lying low and husky. As the shirt fell open, her hands grazed across his chest followed by the hot softness of her breasts. Crying out at the contact, she kissed his shoulder. Her lips moved down, following her fingers as they skimmed over the light hair covering his chest, following the trail directly to his belly button.

He stopped her hand from going lower. Stupid son of a bitch.

 

 

Loving Ivy available at Amazon – B00NVLCP3A

 

Bio

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

 

My Other Books

Ellora’s Cave

Lost and Found

Indie

Valentine’s Day

His Hers & His

The Keeper

Soldier, Come Home

Winning Violetta

A Promise at Dawn

Loving Ivy

The Long Road to You (coming soon)

Home to Stay (coming soon)

Hot Under the Collar (coming soon)

Siren

Undercover Lover

Mercenary Desires

I’ll Be Your Last

 

Labels/Tags:  historical western, romance, adventure, happily ever after, flamenco dancer, cowboy

 

Jane Leopold Quinn

My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality

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