Winter Blogfest: Tory Richards

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Santa Clause

Since I’m pretty sure that no one young enough to still believe in Santa Clause would read this post I thought I’d be safe with the topic. I remember when my daughter first asked me if there was a Santa Clause, and I’d replied by asking her if she believed in him. When she’d answered yes, I told her that was all that mattered. I knew that eventually she’d find out; though I hadn’t counted on her very own aunt telling her there was no Santa while she was only in first grade.

Well, now her daughter knows there’s no Santa Clause and that mommy and daddy are the ones who buy all those gifts. Funny, but my daughter and I were just talking about it the other day. Alivia is ten and I asked Michelle if she thought it was funny that Alivia still believed in Santa. Low and behold a week later Alivia comes home from school and asks her mom about it. Apparently one of her friends told her there was no Santa. Michelle told Alivia the truth, but asked her not to tell her five-year-old brother. Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.

The news that there was no Santa Clause hit Alivia hard. After all she’d firmly believed in him, and the traditions around him. I mean, Ernie the Elf visits us every year right after Thanksgiving. I’m sure her little mind is thinking about the tooth fairy and Easter bunny, too. It was time for her to learn the truth, but a sad time, too. A little of her innocence is gone now.

However, she didn’t miss an opportunity the other day when she told her mom that she wants a hoverboard. Michelle said there was no way she was going to buy her a $300 hoverboard for Christmas so Alivia said, “Fine, I’ll just ask Santa.” Lol

I hope that all of you who celebrate Christmas have a wonderful and safe holiday! Thanks for letting me visit with you today. I hope that you’ll take a moment to check out my next big release, which comes out the end of this month. Pre-order is available at Amazon.
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Club trouble won’t keep Rock from bringing his son and Allie home.

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. And he wants Allie and their son.

Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Seven years later he shows up at her door, demanding his son, and claiming her.

About the Author: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.
Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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Brothers in Blue: Max by Jeanne St. James – Spotlight and Giveaway


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Big city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating local cop.

As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.

Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?

Enjoy an Excerpt:

She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled her nose into his neck. She could feel his strong pulse against her cheek.

It felt so good to be in his arms. She circled his tattoo with her finger. Semper Fi. Mary Ann had made sure to tell Amanda that it meant “always faithful.”

“Did you always want to be a cop?”

He had one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh, rubbing it slowly back and forth. “Yes.”

She waited a moment, and when he said nothing further, she prodded.

“Why?”

His deep voice resonated through his chest. “I was always in awe of my grandfather and my father. That’s why I followed in their footsteps. That’s why all three of us did. The Marines first, to serve our country, and then the police department, to serve our community.”

“To protect and serve, huh?”

The pride exuded from his words. “It’s the Bryson family motto.”

She moved her nose up to nuzzle him behind the ear. “Well, you can protect and serve me anytime.”

“I’d planned to since the minute you bitched me out in that parking lot when you first came to town.”

She raised her head, pushing herself up with a palm against his chest.

“You were only trying to get into my pants.”

“True…” he said slowly.

Amanda grabbed a nearby decorative pillow and whacked him.

“Hey! You didn’t let me finish. True, but when you saw me in my uniform, you just wanted a big ol’ piece of this bad boy.”

About the Author: Jeanne St. James is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

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Porn Star by Zara Cox – Spotlight

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9_13-cox_pornstar_ebookZara Cox brings her self-published novel to Forever as the start of a sexy new series.

People call me many things: CEO, billionaire, bastard. Q.
I love women. I love sex. I love money. I love hot, wild nights with no promise of a future, because a future is one thing I don’t have. I’m twenty-eight years old. I won’t live to see thirty, and I don’t care. Or I didn’t, until her.

Nobody plans for a life like this. Some of us just end up here.

They call me Lucky, though luck has never been on my side. Before I met Q, my life was a big, twisted mess. Never enough money, never anyone to trust. No way out. With Q, the shame and fear disappear. Instead I feel pure pleasure, and that’s something I’ve never had before. But if what I’ve just learned is true, we’d better enjoy every second together while we can…before our time runs out.

Previously published as I, Porn Star.

Enjoy the Excerpt:

“So it’s true? It’s not a con? This job really pays a million dollars? For…sex?” she rasps.

“You think I’d admit it if it was a con? What did the ad say?”

Her delicate jaw flexes for a second.

“One million uninhibited reasons to take a leap.
One million chances to earn a keep
One million to give in to the carnal
Are you brave enough to surrender,
For a payday to remember?”

It speaks even more to her desperate state of mind that she remembers the ad verbatim.

I remain silent and wait for her to speak.

“So…assuming it’s not a con, how will this work, then?”

“If you pass the next few tests, and I decide you’re a good fit, you get the gig. You’ll receive one hundred thousand dollars with each performance.”

“So…ten performances…over how long a period?”

“Depending on how many takes are needed, anywhere between three weeks and a month. But I should warn you, it’s hard work, Lucky. If you think you’re just going to lie back and recite the Star Spangled Banner in your head, think again.”

Her fingers drum on the table, the first sign of nerves she’s exhibited. “I…I won’t be doing anything…skanky, will I?”

“Define skanky.”

“This is going to be straight up sex. No other…bodily stuff? Because that would a firm no for me.”

My mouth attempts another twitch. “No water works, waste matter or bestiality will be involved in the performances.”

Her fingers stop drumming. “Okay.” She waits a beat, stares straight into the camera. “So when will I know?”

I hear the barely disguised urgency and I rub my finger over my lip again. “Soon. I’ll be in touch within the week.” I’m not sure exactly why I want to toy with her. But I sense that having her on edge would add another layer of excitement I badly need.

When she opens her mouth, I interrupt. “Goodbye, Lucky.”

A passing thought about the origin of her name is crushed into oblivion. I press the remote to summon the bodyguard to escort her out, and I leave the room.

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I start the countdown and rise to pour myself a neat bourbon. I swallow the first mouthful with two prescribed tablets, which are meant to keep me from going over the edge, apparently, and stroll to the floor to ceiling window. I look down at Midtown’s bumper-to-bumper traffic. This mid-level penthouse is one of many I own in this building and around New York City.

Technically, I don’t live here. I only use it when volatile pressures demand that I put some distance between the Upper West Side family mansion and myself. I would never stray far for long. For one thing, I’ve accepted that my family would never leave me alone.

I know what I know. So they’ve made it their business to keep me on a short leash. But with over three hundred properties in my personal portfolio, and a few thousand more under the family firm’s control, there are many places to disappear to when the demons howl.

Today, the Midtown penthouse is my temporary haven.

I turn when the timer beeps a one-minute warning.

I return to my desk and adjust the voice distorter. When the clock reaches zero, I click the mouse. “Gentlemen, start your bids.”

My words barely trail off before the first five bids appear on the screen. Sixty seconds later, the total bid is at a quarter of a million dollars. I steeple my fingers and wish I were more excited. The money means nothing. It never has. It’s the end game that excites me.

My mind drifts back to Lucky. I turn the gem of her elusiveness this way and that and admit to myself she has potential.

I want to take a scalpel to all her secrets, bleed them and soil my hands with the viscera. I also want to fuck her until her body gives out. Right in this moment, I’m not sure what I want more.

So I concentrate on the numbers racing higher on the screen.

Half a million. One million. One point five.

My phone beeps twice. I pick it up and read the two appointment reminders on the screen.

7pm – Dr. Nathanson. My shrink.
9pm – Dinner with Maxwell.

I re-confirm the first and delete the second.

Cancelling dinner with Maxwell will bring a world of irritation to my doorstep. No one cancels dinner with Maxwell Blackwood. For a start he’s one of the most powerful men in the country.

He’s also my father.

Yeah, my name is Quinn Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood Estate, only child of Maxwell Blackwood and Adele Blackwood (deceased). My family owns a staggering amount of property across the eastern seaboard of the United States and a few in the west. According to the bean counters, I’m personally worth twenty-six billion dollars.

But tangling with my father in hell is what I live for. Have done since I was fifteen. So I ignore his summons and watch the stragglers fall away until I’m left with the top ten bidders. The bids wind down, and within the space of half an hour, I’m just under two million dollars richer.

I spot the familiar name of the top bidder and I sneer. Taking his money on top of everything else is darkly satisfying.

Once bidding ends, I close down the application and call up another list. Dozens of charity websites showing pictures of starving children flood my screen. Within minutes, fifty charities are the grateful recipients of two million dollars.

I may be Quinn Blackwood, occasional user of prescribed meds to keep the demons in check, who moonlights as Q, porn star to an exclusive few who pay millions for my work.

And I may be an unhinged asshole with serious daddy issues.

But no one said I wasn’t a giver.

About the Author:Zara Cox has been writing for almost twenty-five years but it wasn’t until nine years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone outside her close family (the over 18s anyway!). This series is Zara’s next step in her erotic romance-writing journey, and she would love to hear your thoughts.

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Two Kinds of Writers by Tory Richards – Guest Blog and Free Book

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Two Kinds of Writers
Let me stress from the beginning that this is my personal opinion and comes from my thoughts based on posts I’ve recently read on social media. I’m sure there are writers out there who would argue with my comment that there are two kinds of writers out there. I’m not talking about fiction or nonfiction. I’m not talking about genres. I’m talking about the reasons behind why we write.

I have always said that I write for me. I’ve always looked at writing as a hobby, a kind of therapy if you will. I’ve been doing it since I was ten, starting on notebook paper before graduating on a manual typewriter, electric one a few years later, and finally the computer. Technology has made writing so much easier and I’d be the first one to confess that I wouldn’t be published today if it didn’t exist.

I write because I’m breathing. I am part of everything that I have written. I enjoy sharing my stories, and yes, I enjoy every little royalty check, but that’s not why I write. I write because it’s my passion. If it became a job I probably wouldn’t write another word.

That brings me to what I believe to be the second kind of writer, the writer who wants to earn a living at it. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I applause the authors who have been able to do that. It’s a handful compared to all the published authors out there. Stephen King, Nora Roberts, JK Rowling and Jackie Collins to name a few. Their success seems beyond reach for most of us, and it probably is. Yet some aspire to reach those levels. It’s an ambitious endeavor that takes time and commitment.

Time and commitment, and let’s face it, a lot of luck. I’m just having fun at it but I wish all those writers out there who’d like to quit that day job and make a living out of it the best of luck.

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To piggyback on what I’m having fun at I’d like to talk about my latest release, His Possession. It released in May, and is an erotic, biker romance.

6_2 tory book cover Raze is a member of the Wreckers MC, sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit, all because of the damning words of his best friend’s little sister. New evidence surfaces, proving him innocent, and once he’s released he’s determined to find the woman responsible. It doesn’t matter that they had history, doesn’t matter that he’s wanted her for the better part of a decade. Rosa’s betrayal had cost him three years of freedom, and he wants retribution.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Once inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard, where I knew the fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky and started to reach for a glass before deciding that I didn’t need it. I needed more than a fucking shot to fuel me for what I wanted to do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may never have acted on our feelings for each other, but we both had known they were there.

Well, the time for acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal had sealed her fate, and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth, letting the raw burn settle in my gut and fuel my hate. Running the back of my hand across my mouth, I headed for the bedroom where Rosa was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she’d sat on the stand condemning me, hearing again her tearful words as she’d sworn that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her eyes as she’d stared at me. I’d understood then that she didn’t believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from lying.

I came to her door, turned the lock, and opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of, tear tracks lining her smooth, olive-toned cheeks. Even in her disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander lazily down her full curves, taking in the slight changes that had occurred since I’d seen her last. She was soft and ripe, and I was going to devour her.

She took a hesitant step toward me. “How many men have you fucked, Rosa?” I asked from the doorway. My question startled her, and she halted abruptly. I could see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

“How many men have been between your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She stepped back against the window in fear.
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She began to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no one since—”

“I was locked up?”

Tears swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry—”

“No!” I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to say sorry, as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look into my eyes. I could so easily snap her neck if I wanted to. “Three fucking years, Rosa. For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window, moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”

Keeping her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my hand, leaving no doubt as to who she fucking belonged to.

How many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa?

“Then I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear.

About the Author: 6_2 tory author page
Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair onto everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney where she can focus on family, traveling, and life in general.

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Interludes by Harmony Kent – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_InterludesA collection of short erotic fiction that will tickle more than your taste buds and wet more than your appetite.

With a range of genres and styles, this book has enough steam for everyone.

GREY MANCHESTER—contemporary romance in 1000 words. Will Nadine choose to drop her knife or her knickers?

DOUBLE TROUBLE—ménage a trois in 2000 words. After a dry spell, Sophia gets more than she bargained for with a solicitor and a teacher.

DRAGON KISSED—shifter romance in 3000 words. Jenna’s life is fairly run of the mill until she has a flying accident. With a dragon. All is not as it seems in this fiery romance.

TRYST—contemporary romance in 4000 words. Polly pushes the boundaries on a workplace night out.

LOVE ON THE CORNISH LINE—contemporary romance in 5000 words. Becky falls flat on her face, and madly in love. Her weekly commute home proves to be anything but routine.

THE INLAW—contemporary romance in 6000 words. At 43, amputee Carla never expected in her wildest dreams to be called a MILF by a hot young stud. Trouble is, he’s her son in law’s brother. And young enough to be her son. Sparks fly when she’s caught with her hands in the biscuit tin.

NIGHT NURSE—contemporary romance in 7000 words. Denise has only weeks left to live. What constitutes life, though? What fills the yawning hours of empty days? Who are you once the chemo and the cancer have stripped you bare? What to do?—Go out on a slow fizzle, or with a big bang?

OVERBOARD—contemporary romance in 8000 words. When Stella falls overboard in the middle of the Pacific, she gets more than she bargained for. Sharks and storms not withstanding.

ALIEN LIAISON—alien romance in 9000 words. When the military transport, Lunas Two, crash lands on Zorth, Jay is given the job of liaising with the locals. She’s seen plenty of aliens in her four years of service, but never one as finger licking good as Lemo. How far will she have to go to keep the peace?

SAVING FACE—historical romance in 10,000 words. Non-related step brother and sister, David and Annalise, break all the rules in this steamy historical romance. Forced to live apart from the love of her life and into an arranged and loveless marriage, Annalise has to grow up fast. When all is lost, will she be able to save face?

READER ADVISORY: This book contains explicit sex scenes and language hot enough to melt your Kindle. For mature readers only.

Enjoy an excerpt:

From “Grey Manchester”

‘What do you want?’ Nadine asked. The metal handle of the knife felt hot in her hand. Why hadn’t she put it down yet? What did she intend? Which kind of payment would she give him?

They returned to their silent stare-off, and Nadine felt even more ambivalent toward this man who had been her friend since primary school. As a precocious five-year-old, his deafness had intrigued her and drawn her to him. She’d learned sign language for him, and how to lip-speak. Today, she deliberately withheld signing. Make him work for her words.

She hated that they couldn’t yell and scream at one another when they needed to blow off steam. Well, she could yell at him, but his deaf-muteness always rendered her thunder pointless and ineffectual.

Frustration … such an apt word. It described a multitude of feelings and unfulfilled want.

Noisy thoughts tore the taut silence asunder. Could she, in all fairness, continue to blame him for the attack? One punch—that’s all. Self-defence. He hadn’t heard her approach. She ought to have known better. His recent assault had left him jittery and vulnerable.

Nadine stared at his delicate hands, now clenched while his arms hung at his sides. She loved those hands. Those flexible fingers. The things they could do to her. A memory grew wings and fluttered in front of her. Their first time. His touch. The first time he’d touched her in that way. Two not-quite-sixteen-year-olds discovering each other.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_InterludesIndie Author Harmony Kent is an award winning multi-genre author. Her publications include:

The Battle for Brisingamen (Fantasy Fiction) AIA approved
The Glade (Mystery/Thriller) AIA Approved/BRAG Medallion Honouree/New Apple Literary Awards Official Selection Honours 2015
Elemental Earth (YA Fantasy Fiction)
Polish Your Prose: Essential Editing Tips for Authors (Writing/Editing) New Apple Literary Awards Top Medallist Honours 2015
Finding Katie (Women’s Fiction)
Slices of Soul (Contemporary Poetry)
Interludes (Erotic Romance short stories)

As well as being an avid reader and writer, Harmony also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal, and beta reading services. As well as reviewing and supporting her fellow indie authors, Harmony works hard to promote and protect high standards within the indie publishing arena. She is always on the look out for talent and excellence, and will freely promote any authors or books who she feels have these attributes.

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Winter Blogfest: Holiday Reflections by Tory Richards

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Holiday Reflections
With the holiday season upon us, and I near my 60th birthday, I’ve begun to reflect on my past Thanksgiving and Christmas’s as I was growing up. The excitement around the holidays, the traditions, some of which have continued through the years. The sadness of those who used to share the holidays with me and have now passed on.

One of my earlier memories is of my dad and me going into the woods in search of the perfect little Christmas tree. Everything was white with snow and so cold and I remember we were weighted down with boots, heavy clothes, hats, scarves and gloves. We settled on a four foot tree, hardly worth the effort but that memory has always stayed with me and given me a sense of warmth and peace during the holidays.

Thanksgiving, which is my favorite holiday, brings back memories of spending time with my mom and step-dad, sister and niece. Even though we lived within 5 minutes of each other, there was always something special about that day. For once our schedules were conducive to us all be under the same roof at the same time. Mom would spend a week baking pies, cookies and homemade bread. Her cornbread dressing and giblet gravy was the best! My sister learned how to make her dressing, while I adopted the sausage bread dressing from my mother-in-law. The aromas that greeted me when first entering my parent’s house, the smiling faces and excitement of the kids, and ton of food, kept all of us satisfied as we spent the day reminiscing about our year.

Times change and over the years I’ve lost my dad and mom but my little family still has our traditions that bring us all together. Spouses and grandkids have come along. Though we can’t make it work on Christmas day, we do still get together for Thanksgiving. I’m in charge of the turkey and homemade dressing, while my daughter and niece split up the other table must-haves. The girls, the grandkids, and I still have our special before Christmas get together every year to enjoy dinner and open up our gifts to one another.

Traditions might change over the years because people move away, or pass away, but you learn to adapt and make new ones that work for everyone. I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday season!

Did you know that I have a holiday romance out? A Soldier’s Promise takes place during Thanksgiving, and Christmas, at a snowy Vermont farm where a large family has gathered to celebrate. The romance is between a Marine home on leave, and his brother’s young widow, a woman he’s been in love with for years. They struggle with their feelings for one another, while trying to keep a promise they made to the same man.
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Keeping promises is important to Ryan, but keeping his promise to his younger brother David will be hard. David’s final wish is for Ryan to watch over his wife and daughter, but Ryan’s been in love with Shannon for years. This holiday season, Ryan will learn he can keep his promise and still have his heart’s desire.

About the Author: Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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Elia Winters on the Road: Top Five Vacation Destinations by Elia Winters – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Elia Winters on the Road: Top Five Vacation Destinations

Coming off a lovely summer vacation and going into a school year, I can’t help wishing for another vacation. Am I spoiled? Yes, absolutely. I’m completely spoiled. Despite this admission, I want to share with you my top five favorite vacation destinations… in no particular order. Spoiler alert: I talk a lot about food.

North Conway, NH. I’ve been going to North Conway since back in college when I was a new skier. I used to ski at the area mountains: Cranmore, Black, Cannon, Wildcat, and Bretton Woods, and do night snow tubing at Cranmore. Since those first days, I’ve started going to North Conway in other seasons as well: hiking Mt. Washington in the summer (I did it once, at least), checking out foliage in the fall, sneaking away for spring adventures in April. I stay at The 1785 Inn, a magnificent B&B with the best bacon anywhere, and eat at places like the Moat Mountain Brew Pub and Beef & Ski.

Gloucester, MA. I went to Gloucester for the first time this past summer, but it’s easily made the top five, and I’ll be back again soon. While I lived most of my life in Massachusetts, I never spent much time on the North Shore. Gloucester has everything I love about life on the water without the tourist craziness of the Cape. Granted, it’s still touristy, but its status as a working fishing town keeps the tourist wildness at bay. Hammond Castle is a must see, with its quirky mishmash architecture and eccentricities. The town of Rockport is wall-to-wall shops and eateries, easy to while away an entire day. It’s practically worth a trip out to Gloucester just for the bread at Virgilio’s Italian Bakery, and I had sushi and a life-alteringly good burger at Minglewood Tavern.

Old Quebec, Canada. I first went to Quebec on a skiing adventure, but when I returned, it was for sightseeing and eating. Eating is a big trend in all my vacations because food. The husband and I tend to go to Old Quebec in the winter, which is a little bit crazy, but we wear lots of layers. Quebec’s winter carnival is a wild ride of snow sculptures and street tobogganing, and we warm up by drinking some delightful ice wine and maple whiskey. We enjoy restaurants like Le Billig Creperie, La Grolla fondue, and Le Trois Becs sandwich shop. When we’re feeling adventurous, we head out to Valcartier for some death-defying snow tubing. It’s a rollicking good time.

Bermuda. Okay, I’ve only been here once, but it was beautiful enough to make the top five list. Our honeymoon was a cruise to Bermuda on Norwegian Cruise Lines, and it was a delightful week of wonderful food and beautiful sights. We visited the famous Swizzle Inn for its namesake Rum Swizzles and some fun souvenirs. I loved the gorgeous Crystal Caves, an underground cave network filled with breathtaking stalactites and stalagmites. Despite spending a few days there, I never made it to the famous pink sand beaches! This means a return trip is in order.

Provincetown, MA. Good old P-town. I chaperone the senior class trip every year, and even though it seems a little odd, we take the kids out to P-town and camp at the Dunes Edge Campground. As such, I’m a little nostalgic for this wacky town on the farthest edge of Massachusetts. Known for its out and proud LGBTQ+ population, there’s lots of adult fun to be seen “after dark” in the summer months – long after our students have gone back home – but it’s got lots to see for all ages. The pizza at Spiritus is fresh-baked and delicious, and following that up with a gelato at the Purple Feather is pretty much the best thing ever. I never go without picking up a new game at Puzzle Me This, an incredible game store. The beaches are beautiful and wild with dunes and grasses, and we always get a bonfire permit to celebrate the beginning of summer. No trip is complete without stopping at the Portuguese Bakery for a malasada and some delicious sweets for the road.

I’ve had so much fun typing this post, but now I’m feeling the pull of wanderlust that threatens to drag me off on another adventure. I might just have to set a book in one of these places until I get to return.

What about you, readers? Have you ever been to any of these places I’ve linked? Where are your favorite vacation destinations?

 

 

A war orphan, Astrid Bailey is content living her adult life alone, working as a contract machinist. Her real passion, though, is inventing felicitation devices that promote women’s sexual empowerment and help them find pleasure independent of a man.

The upcoming World’s Fair, with its substantial cash prize, is an opportunity to open the shop she’s always imagined and hopefully solve her financial woes. Except the committee has denied her entry unless she obtains a “sponsor”. Astrid suspects they mean “male”.

Eli Rutledge, noted watchmaker, knows entering the fair will solidify his reputation as an innovator —but he’s fresh out of ideas. Until Astrid approaches him with her outrageous product line. With no other options, though, he agrees to lend her his good name.

As construction heats up, so does their chemistry—and the complications. Astrid is unaccustomed to asking for help, much less sharing credit. And Eli fights an attraction that could spell professional disaster. As the Fair date approaches, Astrid and Eli must decide how far they’ll go. For the business…and for each other.

Product Warnings Contains period-appropriate graphic language, highly inappropriate amounts of M/F and F/F sex, and copious amounts of *ahem* product testing. May *ahem again* “spark” an online shopping binge for *cough* toys. Of the adult variety.

 

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When she met his eyes again, her gaze was resolute. “Mr. Rutledge, I don’t mean to give the wrong impression. It’s very kind of you to come meet with us, when I’m sure there are other things you could be doing.” Astrid put her shoulders back slightly, straightening. “But whether you realize it or not, you’re the very reason we women need groups like this.” With a wave of her hand, she gestured to the other ladies gathered in the room. “You have nothing in common with us. You inherited a successful business from your father, who was already a prominent businessman, and your greatest achievement is to not yet have run it into the ground. Other people have given you everything you’ve ever needed. As a man, you can get a position on the Chamber of Commerce or the Fair Board or the IFCT or the London Business Council or whatever, and know that when you talk, people will listen. And I’m very happy that you have the money to own a shop and rent a booth at the World’s Fair, but to assume that everyone else is in the same position as you demonstrates how completely clueless you are about the plight of women business owners in this city. So no, you haven’t said anything to offend me. Everything about you offends me.”

The room had gone silent, and Eli stood frozen, staring down into Astrid’s face, into her dark eyes that suddenly widened as she realized the magnitude of what she had just said. She flushed, her face and neck and collarbones turning a rosy shade of pink, and she pressed one hand to her lips before turning and rushing from the room.

As she left, Eli watched her go with numb shock. Her words had been incredibly rude, and he couldn’t help but feel stung. What shocked him the most, though, was his sudden and overwhelming urge to kiss her.
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Elia Winters has always been a New England girl, despite having spent much of her childhood in Florida. She holds a degree in English Literature and teaches at a small rural high school where she runs too many extracurricular activities. She balances her love of the outdoors with a bottomless well of geekiness.

Elia dabbles in many genres, but erotic romance has been one of her favorites since she first began sneaking her mother’s romance novels. In high school, she kept her friends entertained with a steady stream of naughty stories and somehow never got caught passing them around. Her erotic fiction and poetry have been published online at Clean Sheets and Scarlet Letters under a different name. Elia currently lives in New England with her loving husband and their odd assortment of pets.

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