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Aline de Chevigny

Forbidden Publications

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Website: http://www.alinedechevigny.com/

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Blurb

Jennifer was having the worst Christmas ever. She'd just quit her job, her ex had happily married some blonde Barbie doll and the man of her dreams didn't even know she was alive.

Franko was through with women, or so he thought until the hottest little spitfire he'd ever met walked into him and set him straight. He now had five days until she left the mine for good to convince her that he was the Christmas gift of her dreams.

Excerpt

Grinning, she pressed her herself closer and cupped a hand around his other cheek, then stood on her toes to kiss him again. "Why wait?" She'd wanted to do this for so long now, there was no way in hell she was letting food distract her.

"Or not," he announced with a laugh, tightening his hold around her and giving into her demand.

Jennifer knew what she wanted, him naked in her bed, and if Franko was willing, she was determined to get it. The second she felt his hands on her ass, she used that leverage to climb up his body and wrapped her legs around his waist to support herself. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her, as his lips left a path of fiery kisses down her neck and back to her lips.

No one had ever made her feel this wanton with just one kiss before. She wanted him, and all that clothing he was wearing was getting in the way of her desire. "We should lock the door." She whispered into his ear, while his lips traveled down her neck towards the swell of her breasts.

Sliding his hands more firmly under her ass, he recaptured her lips in a heated kiss and stepped over to lock the door.

"Franko, aren't I getting heavy?"

"Honey, my tool belt weighs more than you do."

Jennifer laughed at his serious tone and ran her fingers through the sides of his salt and pepper hair. He was only three years her senior at thirty seven, but the white was already outnumbering the black in his short, thick, curls. "Are you comparing me to your tool belt?"

 

Elizabeth's Reviews ---  3.5 Phoenixes

Having worked the past few Christmases, Jennifer had been looking forward to spending this festive season with her family. But now she is stuck on-site, as all flights out have been cancelled! But maybe all is not lost. Perhaps she'll receive a fabulous gift this year, in the form of Franko. He's hot, she's interested – and so is he!

Merry Christmas To Me is a fun, cute Christmas novella that will take little time to read but will induce much enjoyment. Jennifer is an intriguing character. She has been burnt in the past and is well known on-site for not sleeping around – to the extent that there is a running bet on who can get her into bed first! Franko is the only man she is interested in. He is fairly new to the site and as far as Jennifer knows, unaware of her existence. Except he is, and he is very interested in Jennifer. If only he can get close enough to let her know. Franko himself is a big man, in build and character. His protective instincts towards Jennifer were wonderful. Both characters have a part in the telling of the tale, which really helps the reader gain insight into their thoughts, actions and emotions. There is detailed intimacy between the characters, though not anything offensive. On a note of caution, there are spelling and grammatical errors, which did mar the enjoyment of the tale as they interrupted the story's flow, hence a drop on the rating the book receives. Still, Merry Christmas To Me is a good Christmas quickie, with likeable characters and a believable, festive plot.

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Two Lips Reviews – 4 Lips

Aline de Chevigny pens a beautiful short story about a man scarred for life, who is sure he will never know love. He finds it with Jennifer, who is able to see past his face to capture his heart. Jennifer has a reputation as a cold-hearted woman, but Franko is about to learn that is anything but true. Preconceptions and misunderstandings have these two lovers working at cross purposes until Franko takes matters into his own hands. Merry Christmas to Me brought back fond memories of "Beauty and the Beast", and has the same kind of enduring magic. Beauty is, indeed, in the eye of the beholder!

For entire review: http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3042&Itemid=36

This Week: In Diana's Head

It's that time again. I have puppy pictures!!

   

Don't let that face fool you. He's quite the Rascal. We're still working on housetraining and he's now officially eight weeks old. He's gained about four ounces since we brought him home, which since he probably won't top three pounds is great! He gets this roly-poly look when he's done eating. Like he ate a small ball. Or a large one. LOL

Also, don't forget. There's several scavenger hunts going on. I'm paired with Dani Harper and Cathy Stang, Ciar Cullen and several others. Want the skinny, stop by my website and click on the banners for the details. There's buckets if prizes to be had!

December 12, this Friday will be a fun one at SRN. It's our second annual Christmas bash, and I have it on good authority that a LOT of authors donated to the prize pool. We'll be going from 2-8p CST so stop in, say hi and join in on the fun and excerpts. We'll have recipes to share, christmas memories, and loads of book fun.

Lastly, don't forget Stacy Dawn is holding a lovely Christmas blogfest and she's letting authors take over the  blog!

Now on the book front. It looks like Trusting Delilah,   the first of the shifter series will be releasing in ebook on January 15, just in time for my birthday! I hope you'll be around to have some fun with this new series. Excerpts and blurbs can be found on my website. In the meantime, I hope you'll check out what's happening around and stop in and say hi. We'd love to see you!

A love hate relationship

I've been reading Rosemary Laurey's vampire books. I like them but she's starting to lose me. Too much mystery and suspense. The romance is just a part of the soup. It's like an Agatha Christie with a love story in it. And everyone has a POV from the MC's to the sub characters, the police detective, the villian's comrades and nephew, and the kids. Not just the main (supposedly romantic) characters. They've had very little screen time. Everyone has POV's in the story. *sigh* It's sadly convoluted. Not very tight on the romance at all.

Isn't this just what a lot of people have been complaining about? Companies pushing a book as a romance, when the romance isn't the driving force in the story? It's been marketed as ... Are you sitting down for this?.... A Contemporary! Yep, right on the spine. Zebra Contemporary. The story line itself is Vampires, but there's been an interesting interpretation of a ghoul, and now a shapeshifter. How on earth is that a contemporary?

I have been lost a couple times because of the reference points, thoughts made by the listener rather than the speaker, inside diaologue parts. I read it in spurts. The story is good, very good in fact, but I keep reading waiting for more about the romance and it's not there. Granted this is the fourth in a series (If they weren't good, I wouldn't read a whole series) and an older release - 2006, but not so old that some sense of the book would have been warranted in 2004 when it was purchased by Zebra.

So, I ask you, what happened to Romance? Love your British ways Rosemary, but I'm feeling bereft without the romantic weight of the story.

Sunday Funnies

Christmas Edition

 

CORPORATE MEMO

To:           All Staff
Date:        December 1
Subject:    New "Twelve Days of Christmas" Policy

The recent announcement that Donner and Blitzen have elected to take the early reindeer retirement package has triggered a good deal of concern about whether they will be replaced, and about other restructuring decisions at the North Pole.

Streamlining is due to the North Pole's loss of dominance in the season's gift distribution business. Home Shopping TV channels and mail order catalogues have diminished Santa's market share. He and the Board could not sit idly by and permit further erosion of the profit picture.

The reindeer downsizing was made possible through purchase of a late model Japanese sled for the CEO's annual trip. Improved productivity from Dasher and Dancer, who summered at the Harvard Business School, is anticipated. Reduction in the reindeer will also lessen airborne environmental emissions for which the North Pole has received unfavorable press (gas and solid waste).

We're pleased to inform you that Rudolph's role will not be disturbed. Tradition still counts for something at the North Pole!

Management denies, in the strongest possible language, the earlier leak that Rudolph's nose get red, not from the cold, but from substance abuse. Calling Rudolph "a lush who was into the sauce and never did pull his share of the load" was an unfortunate comment, made by one of Santa's helpers and taken out of context at a time of the year when they are known to be under 'executive stress'.

As for further restructuring, today's global challenges require the North Pole to continue to look for better, more competitive steps. Effective immediately, the following economy measures are to take place in the "Twelve Days of Christmas" music subsidiary:

1) The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree, which never produced the cash crop forecasted, will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance;

2) Two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective. In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The positions are, therefore, eliminated;

3) The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French;

4) The four calling birds will be replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they talked;

5) The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors. Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals, as well as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks, appear to be in order;

6) The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day was an example of the general decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will assure management that, from now on, every goose it gets will be a good one;

7) The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. The function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes, thereby enhancing their outplacement;

8) As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching;

9) Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps;

10) Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of Lords, plus the expense of international air travel, prompted the Compensation Committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant as we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year;

11) Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music, and no uniforms, will produce savings which will drop right to the bottom line;

Overall we can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals and related expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels will be improved.

Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney's association seeking expansion to include the legal profession ("thirteen lawyers-a-suing"), a decision is pending.

Deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to remain competitive. Should that happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the right number.

Happy Holidays all!!

Saturday Book News

Blurb -

Five years ago they landed on Earth. Thirty-one aliens called Ruinos became fugitives from a lifetime of hardship, slavery, and cruelty. Now they were dispersed among the populace, unidentifiable because of their shape-shifting abilities. Forms they were locked into during the day, but not at night. Not while under the light of the moon.

Tiron had found sanctuary in Crescent City as "Roni". But circumstances and her own self-hatred beaten into her by her imprisonment and torture at the hands of the Arra had her earning her living as a common street prostitute. She despised herself and everything she did to survive, knowing she would be spending the rest of her life in misery.

Lt. Thom DeGrassi worked vice for the police department. He had busted prostitutes in the past, but eight years on the force had never prepared him for what he felt when he met Roni. Not only was it impossible, but it went against everything he believed.

To make matters worse, there was some sicko out there getting his jollies cutting up hookers. Now DeGrassi was faced with two impossible situations—keeping Roni off the streets while he sorted out his feelings for this woman, and trying to find the man responsible for the deaths of four other women.

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Excerpt: (adult content)

The light switch wasn’t too difficult to find. He kept his eyes closed for several long moments after flipping the switch, then gradually opened them until he could see.

He was right. The bed was made. But over against the corner sat a narrow chair with a tufted seat. Black garments lay over it, tossed there randomly. DeGrassi walked over and picked one up. It was the black leather vest Roni had worn that day. In that instant, a sense of immense relief washed over him. In the next, he wondered if she had any more of those black-leather thingies.

The closet was within arm’s reach. He opened the bi-fold doors.

The thing was filled with Jekyll and Hyde. One side of the closet held a profusion of color. A rainbow of clothing, ranging from powder blue to brilliant red, pale yellow to green, made up the left side of the small space. Dresses, blouses, pants...DeGrassi held up the sleeve of one blouse in a leafy green. The tags were still on it. In fact, most of the clothing on that side was still tagged. He recognized the name of the department store. It was good quality without the exorbitant price.

The other side of the closet held what he thought of as her hooker wear. All of it was black—bustiers and more pants. Vests. Some sheer things that laced up. All kinds of kinky wear in satin, and fur, and velveteen, and leather. He saw rhinestones and black lace, not to mention a piece that looked like it was made of alligator.

This was crazy. She had bought all this pretty stuff but never worn it. Looking at a long, soft skirt in butter yellow, DeGrassi began to see a side of the woman he had suspected existed. Four years on the street had not made her callous. That part of Roni continued to exist inside her. The part that hid from the sun.

Yeah

. DeGrassi smiled. That was exactly what she was like. She hid her true self from the sun, from the bright, hopeful, uplifting side of life. The clothes, this house. She was never here during the day. That’s when she went on the streets, to separate the person she wanted to be from the person she had no choice but to be. She never wore these clothes because they would reveal that part of herself that was too vulnerable.

But the dark clothes were like a disguise. Anything that would reveal her softer side was kept hidden. She hooked as far away from her home, her sanctuary, as she could so that that part of her life would never intrude upon it.

And the plants. DeGrassi glanced around the room. Sweet heavens, the place would rival any nursery.

His eyes settled once again on the made bed. A made bed. Visions of his own never-made bed came to him. He bet that if he went into the tiny kitchen, there wouldn’t be a single dirty dish in the sink. And the fridge would have food in it.

"Roni, dammit, where the hell are you?" he growled.

His eyes lit on the small bureau. On top was a hand mirror and a brush. A brush. Grabbing the brush, he examined the strands of dark hair caught in between the bristles. Unconsciously, he held the brush to his nose and inhaled.

There. It was there. The sweet scent of maple syrup.

And then it hit him—what his mind had been trying to tell him all this time. The body. The victim. There had been no scent of her when he’d viewed the remains. None. Yet he knew that he had been able to detect her scent even when she had sat in that chair next to his desk, and that was...what? Two, three feet away from where he’d sat?

He took another whiff of the brush. Her smell still clung to the fine strands, which meant he should have smelled her when he’d lifted the tarp. But the smell had not been there. The victim wasn’t Roni. He would swear to it. The DNA on the hair follicles would prove it wasn’t her. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a hand towel from the bar to wrap the brush in and left it on top of the dresser.

So where on Earth was she?

Maybe she went to spend the night with a friend.

He started. A boyfriend? No, asshole. One of her girlfriends. Maybe one of those two who worked with her.

But what if it was a boyfriend?

DeGrassi caught himself grinding his teeth at the thought. What kind of man would put up with a woman who had been selling her body all day? He refused to listen to the little voice inside his head—the one that kept prodding him, asking why should he care.

Without his realizing it, his eyes drifted back to the black garments lying on the chair. Taking a mental step back, he slid on his police persona and scoured the room. There was absolutely nothing in the place that even indicated she had a significant other. There were no personal photos, no pictures except for the framed paintings and posters of trees and forest landscapes hanging on the walls. No mementoes. No cutesy stuffed animals. Nothing.

In fact, the place seemed unusually barren of personal effects.

"RONI!" he suddenly bellowed. Pivoting on his heel, DeGrassi strode out into the living room and barreled into the kitchen. Just as he had suspected, the sink was gleaming white. There weren’t even any dishes drying on the counter top. He jerked open the refrigerator door to see all sorts of vegetables and salad stuff sitting on the shelves. A half bottle of orange juice was the only drinkable thing he could see. Angrily, he closed the fridge and walked back into the living room.

After another quick glance around, he re-entered the bedroom, grabbed the wrapped brush, and exited the cottage the same way he had come in, through the window. However, he pulled down the sash until it was nearly closed. She might have left it up for a reason, but he would feel better knowing it wasn’t so blatantly open and inviting.

Roni wasn’t here, but the voice still screaming inside his head told him the Cutter’s latest victim wasn’t her. The brush would provide the evidence needed to prove it. He would take it over to the lab tonight, and later today they would run their tests on it.

Giving the house one last look, DeGrassi pulled the car out of the driveway and headed downtown. Soon, he promised himself. He would find out where she was, and soon. Or else he would come back and sit down on that big comfy couch and wait for her if he had to. He didn’t care how long it took.

Strangely, the idea seemed very appealing.

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Runner’s Moon: Tiron
(Book 2 of the "Runner’s Moon" series.)
An erotic sci-fi romance novel
by Linda Mooney
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
Size: 58K
Genre: sci-fi erotic romance
Heat rating: sensuous/explicit
Buy Link: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=248
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Readers' Choice #1 Torrid Bestseller Of The Month