Articles for the Year 2014

Looking Forward to 2015

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2014 has been a year of changes for me. I stopped writing for some of the publishers I was with. I started requesting rights back on some of my published books. I tried new publishers–and was rejected. I tried new story ideas.

In my personal life…let’s just say a lot has changed there too.

In 2015, I’m going to take even more control and cause more changes. After those rejections I mentioned, I talked to some writing friends and to some personal-life people, and made a plan. In 2015, I plan to work harder than ever on bringing my writing craft–plot, characters, writing style, etc.–to the next level. Writing can’t be mastered, but it can always be improved.

In 2015, I’m going to try again with one of those publishers that rejected me, as well as trying another new publisher or two. I won’t be writing as much as I have in the past; instead of seeing how many books I can write, I’m going to focus on writing a few to the highest standards I can. I have one romance and one young adult novel already scheduled for 2015 releases, and I’ll be adding a few of each to those, though this year I’ll be backing off the romance a bit and putting more effort into my young adult stuff, under my other pen name.

More than anything, in 2015, I plan to stop being afraid of failure–and of success. I plan to push myself as hard and as far as I can.

And we’ll see where I am at this time next year.

Spotlight on Mia Epsilon

And the final Breathless Press spotlight of 2014 is Mia Epsilon and her new book When You Believe. Welcome!

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Dan and Monica’s relationship gets a push from a handsome stranger, but will their love survive the test?

Monica has deep roots in the small town of Abbeville and manages the local coffee shop, which serves as the hub of town news. Deeply in love with Daniel, she still can’t help but notice the gorgeous stranger, Michael, who seemingly appears out of nowhere. When Dan begins to pull away from her, what’s a girl to do? Tempted to sit home and cry, Monica is determined to push through the uncertainty. Does that mean exploring new options?

Daniel carries secrets he can’t share with anyone, even Monica. He’s a man with no past and no relatives, so he doesn’t believe he deserves a bright future. He is certain pulling away from Monica, his love and the closest thing he has to a family, is the only way she can truly find happiness. But when tragedy strikes Abbeville, will the man with no roots become its savior? Or will he discover Michael’s true reason for appearing among them?

 

EXCERPT:

“Am I interrupting something?” Dan came in the door and stood just inside, his expression confused. “Is everything okay?”

“No. Amber is convinced Michael is some assassin here to kill someone for Jamie Manning who’s part of the Irish mafia.” She pointed at Dan as he burst into laughter and glared at Amber. “There. See how ridiculous you’re being?”

“Oh, that’s too funny. Adam and Emily would get such a kick out of that. I bet Chief Owens would, too.” Dan bent over as he continued to laugh. “Come on, that’s too silly to be real.”

“Well, okay, so maybe it is.” Amber conceded with a hard note in her tone. “But you have to admit the guy is weird and freaky things happen around him.”

Dan straightened and walked over to put an arm around Monica’s shoulders. “He is, I agree. But he’s no killer. He grabbed the Marley kid out of the street a few weeks back. And Monica told me how he saved Anna from falling right before she gave birth to the twins. No assassin does nice things like that.”

“So what’s his last name? And where is he staying?” Amber demanded. “I’m going to find out before something really bad happens. Then you two will have to eat your words.” She stomped off to the back room, shoulders and spine stiff straight.

 

AUTHOR BIO:

Mia Epsilon lives with her ever patient and tolerant soul mate hubby in the gorgeous Blue Ridge Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina, USA. She’s an avid reader of almost anything but particularly romance, with too many favorite authors to name. Mia is a huge Doctor Who fan, isn’t so certain about the writing in the new series yet absolutely adores the new Doctor and his Scottish accent. She also happily suffers a chocolate addiction, which causes her to visit her favorite chocolate store, The Chocolate Fetish an abnormally high number of times.

Mia can most often be found at her computer spinning new tales or in a quiet padded nook (a nook, she swears, not a padded room) with her e reader happily engrossed in a new story. She’s currently hard at work on her series “Weddings by C & C” and trying to build its reputation from “just another wedding story” to “OMG you have got to read this book!” She appreciates all reader input and comments on her Face Book, Twitter, Amazon and Good Reads pages. Her released titles include: Wedding Belle Blues, Take a Chance on Me, When You Believe, and That Night, along with a short story in The Wonderland Tales, Leave Your Hat On.

Connect with Mia and Buy Links:

Blog: Authors, Books & Chocolate: The True ABC’s of Life miaepsilon.blogspot.com

Face Book: MiaEwrites (Mia Epsilon Author)

Twitter: Mia Epsilon @MiaEpsilon

Breathless Press home page: www.breathlesspress.com: Mia Epsilon

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Spotlight on Erzabet Bishop

The first Breathless Press spotlight today is author Erzabet Bishop, and her new book Holidays in Hell. Welcome!

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Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus with an incurable lust for gingerbread and holiday lights. When he finds himself falling for Holly Pendleton, the woman he has marked as the final soul to end his contract, he faces a heart wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire. Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas’s deepest Christmas wish and the one woman who could set him free.

Excerpt:

“It’s twisted.” Mallory sniped, her tone coolly disapproving. Grabbing Jonas by the arm, they trudged down the main street of the Old Towne shopping district, dodging tourists and rabid consumers on a mission.

“What?”

“You’ve lost your mind completely. Here? At a shopping mall? Seriously?”

“Why not? It’s not like they’ll even notice.” Jonas glanced in Mallory’s direction and stared after the white coat of a woman he’d just seen in the crowd. It was strange, but it almost seemed like she was following them. Jonas didn’t care. He stuffed the panic down and resumed his vigil. Somewhere out there was his last conquest. He just had to find her.

Holiday music piped through the air and the smell of chestnuts roasting wafted toward the crowd. The Carver Hills Old Towne Winter Carnival was in full force and it warmed Jonas’s soul to see it. Throwing caution to the wind, he let out another burst of energy and sent it spiraling into the crowd. What could it hurt? He was here on a shopping expedition of his own, and it wasn’t for the latest transforming doll or gadget. Nope. Lust was his mission. He was hungry.

“Because…” Mallory’s voice trailed off as she patted the squirming dog in her purse. Terrance yipped and gave an indignant growl. Stuffed into a red sweater, the little black Chihuahua looked absolutely miserable.

“Oh my God, Jonas. Why do you have to always pick the toughest crowd? It’s a needle in a haystack.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion. I, for one, am going to check things out and find something, or someone, to eat.” Jonas’s lips curved up in a smile at Mallory’s irritated and completely unladylike snort.

“Mallory, if I want a cheeseburger I’ll go to a drive-through. I want something a little more substantial. And that means I’m going to have to work for it, okay?”

She stared at him, a mutinous look on her face. Terrance yipped and she reached down absently to pet him. He shook, trying to curl himself into a ball inside Mallory’s large gold purse but having a hard time.

“You’d better get him in out of the cold. The little guy’s shaking like a leaf.”

“He’s fine,” she snapped.

“Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when his little bladder decides it’s time to void all over your cell.”

“Ugh! Jonas. That’s disgusting. Terrence wouldn’t do that, would you, honey?” Mallory reached down and gave the dog a kiss on the top of his smooth black head.

The dog whined and shook.

“Go on, Mal. I’ll be fine.” Please. So I can get down to business.

He knew what he wanted. Lust was, after all, his personal vice of the seven deadlies. It really didn’t matter the form. It was usually sex that got people into trouble, but any old lust would do. And right now, he wanted to indulge in a little proclivity of his own. If Mallory would leave him the hell alone, that is. The need was there and it was clawing at his gut relentlessly. But so was the desire to revel in the holidays. If things went badly, it would be his last ride on the bus, so to speak. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

This was his most favorite time of year. Christmas. Twinkling lights. Tacky reindeer yard ornaments. Tinsel. Garlands. Ah, the things you could do with a garland. A little tricky rope work and a willing partner and you had yourself your own little bondage Christmas carol. A happy smile tilted up the corner of his mouth. It was funny as Hell, really. A lust demon with a fetish for Christmas ornaments.

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About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books.

Although she is new to Breathless Press, she is a contributing author to several websites and magazines and has an extremely impressive backlist of more than 50 books, articles and short stories and was also a finalist for the GCLS 2014 awards in two separate categories. She will be releasing several new titles through Breathless Press in the coming months.

 

She lives in Texas with her husband and furry children, and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects, and watch monster movies.

When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

Links:

The Romance Reviews: http://www.theromancereviews.com/100004193823883

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Author Database: http://authorsdb.com/authors-directory/2690-erzabet-bishop

Special Guest Clare Dargin

Today I’m hosting author Clare Dargin, whose erotic menage romance Merry “Chris”mas will release from Siren Publishing on Christmas Eve. Click the link to pre-order. Welcome!

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PRE-ORDER!

AVAILABLE: Wednesday, December 24th

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 31st

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can’t find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they’ve been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly.

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she’s certain they’ll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Excerpt

Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.

“No.”

“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.

“Maybe.”

“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”

Winter Warm-Up

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Happy Friday! I’m taking part for the next few days in the Winter Warm-Up Blog Hop, in which you have the chance to win a variety of prizes from over a hundred amazing romance authors… or even the grand prize of a $75 Amazon gift card! Just visit the Rafflecopter linked at the end of this post for your chance to win, and click on the blog hop link at the end to go to the complete list of participating authors. (After you read this post, hopefully!)

For some people, Christmas is a very romantic time of year. Choosing the right gift for the one you love, seeing their smile when they open it. Cuddling and keeping each other warm (if Christmas is during the winter where you live) or spending time out in the sun if it’s summer in your area.

A lot of romance authors do Christmas or holiday stories to share with their readers, and I’m no exception. My two werewolf series, Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat and Men of City Pack, each have a Christmas novella included. I have a pair of Christmas stories posted on my Free Reads page here on this site, and this year, I have a menage Christmas story available from Ellora’s Cave. Sometimes the best gift you can give someone for the holidays is love.

I’m giving away three prizes: PDF copies of Tofurkey and Yams (male/male; the Real Werewolves Christmas story); The Alpha’s Bride (male/female, the Men of City Pack Christmas story), and Christmas Consummation (MFM menage). To enter, leave a comment below telling me the best gift you’ve ever given to the one you love.

After that, please visit www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com to see which other authors are participating in the hop. And click below if you’d like to enter the Rafflecopter for the hop’s grand prize!

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Teaser Thursday- The Alpha’s Bride

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Carefully, Justin carried Tareth into the bedroom and set her down on the queen-sized bed. He couldn’t take his gaze off her. She was pregnant. With his child. No wonder she’d acted less focused and more tired than usual. He’d sensed something different about her but hadn’t been able to pinpoint it, and he hadn’t wanted to ask. Her feelings had been more easily hurt lately, and the pregnancy explained that as well.

No wonder she’d seemed to glow. He’d heard pregnant women described as “glowing,” but when he’d seen it with Tareth he’d assumed it was just because she was his and he couldn’t help seeing her as beautiful no matter what. That was certainly part of it, but pregnancy explained it as well.

He stood looking down at her, his beautiful mate, and a well of love so strong it almost brought him to his knees rushed through him. She was pregnant. They would have a child together. Nothing could have made him happier.

It wouldn’t be easy raising a child in the midst of a werewolf pack, but they would make it work.

She smiled, though she looked a bit nervous. “Why are you just staring at me?”

“Because I can’t believe you’re carrying our child,” he said. “I didn’t think I could possibly love you any more or find you any more attractive, and I was wrong.”

“Come here and show me instead of just saying it.” She lay back against the pillows and held out her arms.

Justin went to her embrace and lay entwined with her, trying to get closer to her though it wasn’t possible. She held him tightly, and the bond between them grew even stronger than it had been. His eyes watered and he didn’t try to hold back the tears. In front of his pack, an alpha couldn’t afford any display of emotion, but he wasn’t an alpha now.

He was a man who’d just learned he was going to be a father, and he knew no better reason than to feel an overwhelming sense of joy.

Happy Holiday Contest!

‘Tis the season to give things away, so I’m having a contest this week.

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I’m giving away three prizes today, one each to three different winners. The prizes are PDF copies of, in no particular order, my heterosexual paranormal Christmas novella The Alpha’s Bride, which is related to my Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat series; my male/male paranormal Christmas novella Tofurkey and Yams, which is part of my Real Werewolves series; and my new Christmas release Christmas Consummation, which is a heterosexual contemporary novella.

I’ll draw the winners at random (I use the online Fruits Machine site) on Thursday, December 18 at noon Eastern time. To enter, comment below telling me what you would do for the holidays if you had ten thousand dollars to spend.

 

Spotlight on Pelaam

For the second Breathless Press spotlight today, I’m welcoming back author Pelaam, with her new Christmas book, A Touch of the Heart.

 

Christmas—a time for Santa, elves, and angels. But they don’t exist. Or do they? Alex is about to find out.

Alex loves making Christmas special for the customers who visit his shop, despite his own sadness and loneliness. He employs Michael as his store Santa, and when a young would-be shoplifter, Jackson, is caught, he’s persuaded by Michael to give him a chance. To Alex’s surprise, he’s attracted to Jackson, but he really has no idea how to deal with it.

Will Alex get a touch of the heart from an angel to help him find the love he deserves?

EXCERPT:

Heading downstairs on Michael’s heels, Alex ignored the curious glances of the gathered crowd. The guard had taken the young man over to Jayne, his senior till operator. The pinched and sour look on Jayne’s face told Alex she, too, had become judge, juror, and executer in regards to the would-be shoplifter. She met Alex’s gaze squarely as he approached.

“It’s all right. Everything’s under control. I’ve told security to call the police. He probably wanted to sell the scarf to get money for drink or drugs.”

An inner voice told Alex that wasn’t the case. Yes, the man had piercings, and tattoos, but that was no reason to make such a sweeping judgment. Especially in front of onlookers. The guilt and sadness in the young man’s eyes were unmissable. This was no seasoned thief. His skin was pale, but blemish-free, and he didn’t strike Alex as someone who did drugs.

Stepping between the guard and Jayne, Alex held up his hand. “Don’t call the police just yet. I haven’t decided whether I need them or not. What’s the story here, Max?”

“Seems this feller thought he didn’t need to pay like everyone else.” The guard shook the young man’s arm. “Spotted him slipping a scarf inside his jacket. Are you sure you don’t want me to call the police? This lady did.” Max indicated Jayne, who glowered at the young man.

“It would teach him a good lesson to be locked up.” Jayne sniffed loudly.

Instinctively, Alex felt certain that was far from the truth. He shook his head. “Not now. Thank you for spotting what happened, Max, but I’d like to speak to him in my office.”

“I’ll hang around.” Max glared at the man as Michael and the would-be shoplifter headed toward the stairs.

“Don’t let him fool you with some sob story,” Jayne called out.

“That won’t be necessary. I can call the police if needed.” Alex glanced over his shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see Jayne, the guard, and a few customers huddled around the till. He shook his head.

Once in his office, Alex sat at his desk with Michael and the stranger opposite him, seated next to each other. He steepled his fingers and leaned forward. “Why don’t you tell us your name to start with?”

“Look, I did it. Just call the cops and get this over, okay? I knew my luck would run out eventually. Don’t drag it out.” The young man’s green-eyed gaze was filled with defeat, and his voice was world-weary. Alex’s heart ached at the despondent tone.

 

AUTHOR BIO:

Living in clean, green New Zealand, Pelaam is a best-selling, multipublished author of gay romance and erotic books. When not busy writing, she can be found indulging in her other passions of cookery and wine appreciation.

Pelaam’s book Breath of the Feathered Serpent is a finalist for the 2014 Rainbow Awards in Gay Futuristic/Sci-fi and has been given an Honorable Mention. Bedazzled and Firebird were a combined finalist for the Rainbow Awards in Gay Futuristic/sci-fi 2013.

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Spotlight on Ivy Bateman

Today’s first Breathless Press spotlight is on author Ivy Bateman and her new book The Art of Falling Forever. Welcome!

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A chaste kiss on the cheek leads to the discovery of a lifetime.

Even though Eilam has always been part of her world, Amy never thought of him as more than her mother’s friend. One night, after rehearsal for the town’s Christmas Pageant, Eilam reveals that not only is there more to him than Amy had ever imagined, but that together they could be the next chapter in a story that has played out in her family for over 2000 years.

While struggling to cope with the death of her mother and the responsibility of being in charge of the biggest even of the year, Amy must decide whether her future lies with her estranged boyfriend Troy or the enigmatic Eilam.

EXCERPT:

The doorbell chimed, causing Amy to nearly jump out of her skin. She glanced at the clock. It was almost five, which meant that it could only be Eilam and he was now the last person she wanted to see. Tracy demanding she explain her new attitude, Troy begging her to take him back—either scenario would have been preferable to what waited for her on the other side of her front door.

The bell chimed again, followed by insistent knocking. “Amara, I know you’re in there. If you don’t open the door I will be forced to break it down which, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, would blow my cover.”

Amy smiled a little. He somehow knew that she’d discovered the truth. She remembered his voice on the phone, his suspicious tone. He must have guessed or known she would soon be on a path of discovery. But how? She touched her cheek. Of course, the kiss.

“Please let me in. There’s so much you need to know.”

Amy pushed herself to standing, taking the box of secrets with her. She placed it on the table in the living room and then went to the front door. She opened it, slowly and cautiously, blocking Eilam’s immediate entry with her body.

“Amara, please don’t be afraid.”

“Why not? You give me so much to be afraid of, being a shapeshifter, or whatever it is you are, who haunts the women in my family. I think you should go.”

“No, I’m not going to go. Not until you’ve given me a chance to explain myself. I don’t mean to be firm with you, but please let me in.”

Amy looked at his beaten fedora, his crinkled coat, his bright blue eyes, and his wispy white eyebrows. There was nothing malicious in his demeanor and yet he was changed. He seemed older in a seen a lot of time kind of way, and stronger too. She couldn’t help feeling he was now a stranger, but Amy had to trust her mother would not let her be in the presence of a madman.

 

AUTHOR BIO:

When she was just nine, this girl began her journey for a life on the stage. Attempts were made, classes were taken, lessons were well learned but, at the end of the day, a decision to live life off the stage was made. But all was not lost. While at college she met the love of her life and his support and strength has helped her to see that she has talent waiting around many corners.

When the stage beckons, she answers its call, and her new passion for writing has enhanced many of her theatre dreams and as well as the occasional book, she now occasionally writes a play.

The love of her life generously reads everything she writes and although he may not always be her muse, he is always her biggest fan.

The Art of Falling Forever is Ivy’s sixth release with Breathless press. Between the Lines, Ivy’s first Breathless Press release was released in January, 2012. This was followed by The Fifth Story in September, 2012, Baby, You’re Cold Inside in December, 2012, Christmas Eve Surprise in December, 2013 and I’ll Call You Alice in August, 2014 that was released on its and as part of the anthology Wonderland Tales.

Ivy Bateman’s Links:

Ivy’s books are available from the Breathless Press Website

Ivy’s Blog: http://ivybmisbehavin.blogspot.com/

Or follow Ivy on Twitter:

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Or drop Ivy a line at:

ivybmisbehavin@gmail.com

Teaser Thursday- Just Ask

This is from the short story that new newsletter subscribers receive when they sign up.

Beth yawned. The work week had been far too long and she needed to relax. The soft reddish-brown leather couch had probably not been the best place to sit if she planned to stay awake.

She couldn’t fall asleep, though. Not with Chase sitting only a few feet away. His condo had become as much a home to her as her own apartment, and she was as comfortable with him as she had ever been with anyone, but sleeping with him right beside her would have been rude. She was his company, not his girlfriend.

She hoped that would change someday soon.

“What do you want?” Chase asked.

Beth jumped and opened her eyes. “Sorry. Um, I think I zoned out.”

“I think you fell asleep.” He grinned. “Figures. I have a beautiful woman here and she’s only sleeping with me in the literal sense.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Her face heated and she turned to stare at the TV, even though she had completely lost track of the show that was on.

She and Chase had met on an “adult dating” site, where people looked for sex as well as relationships, and he had yet to make any move on her. If she’d had a clue how to initiate something with him, she would have. After years of denying she was interested in sex, and with no sign of interest from Chase, she didn’t know how to even begin.

In her annoyance and half-asleep state, she blurted, “And you don’t want me to sleep with you euphemistically anyway.”

“Who says?” He moved closer to her, smiling. “I don’t remember ever saying that.”

She blinked in surprise. “You’ve never said you do.”

He sighed and backed off. “What do you want? To drink, I mean.”

“Oh.” Evidently he had only been teasing. She should have known there was nothing serious behind his comment. She laughed, playing along despite her disappointment.

She couldn’t decide what to ask for or if she needed a drink at all. It was almost time to leave, and since he hadn’t been to the store lately, he probably didn’t have much in his fridge. After months of the closest friendship she’d ever had with a guy, she knew as much about Chase’s life as her own, and she didn’t want him to go to any trouble for her. “Um, is water okay?”

“Are you telling me or asking?” Chase shook his head. “Seriously, Beth. I have sports drinks, soda, milk, and OJ. What do you want? And don’t ask me, tell me.”

She rolled her eyes. One of Chase’s favorite pastimes was joking about her reluctance to ask for anything. If she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn he did it because he knew it bugged the heck out of her. “Water’s easier.”

“Water is you trying to avoid making a decision.” He stood. “You take what you get if you don’t answer me.”

“I did answer you,” she said.

“You asked me a question. That isn’t an answer.” He gave her the smug grin which always drove her crazy. The combination of arrogance and sex appeal got her every time. “So?”

She sighed. “You can be kind of a jerk sometimes, you know that?”

“And you’re a pain in the ass.” He opened the fridge and took out a can of ginger ale.