Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
Eclipse Trailer is finally here!
So what do you think? I hoped for more action scenes since there are a lot of those in Eclipse (the book). All in all I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE!!!
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
New Jill Shalvis' book out in two weeks
I don't really have time to read books. For that matter I don't have time to do anything fun - just my work and MBA are on my schedule right know. But that doesn't mean that I can't pimp great books and think (fantasize) about the day when I will actually have time to read romance (and not those boring business stuff).
So, after Instant Attraction (which I did read) and Instant Gratification (which I didn't have time to read) Ms Jill Shalvis is giving us one more great book - Instant Temptation.Here's a little bit about it:
Prologue
If you asked TJ Wilder to choose between a warm autumn night in the Sierras or a warm woman, he knew that most people would put money on him taking the woman.
And while that might have been true in his wild, unchecked youth, tonight they’d have been wrong.
Not that he didn’t love women. He did. Short or tall. Willowy or curvy. Sweet or hot-as-hell sexy– actually, make that especially hot-as-hell sexy. Over the years he’d loved plenty.
But he loved the Sierras, too. And while it was true that the tall, rugged, remote mountain peaks could be deadly dangerous to both life and limb, the mountains couldn’t break a man’s soul.
At least not without permission.
And TJ no longer let anything break him. He didn’t let anything break him or get to him, period. He was cool, calm, and prepared, always. Cam and Stone had long ago accepted this, that as the oldest brother, TJ just knew things, like which direction to go on the mountain, whether on skis or a bike, or in the helicopter. He knew which of their outdoor expedition company clients would be a pain-in-the-ass, and he could sense trouble a mile away.
Usually.
And then, as he walked through Moody’s Bar And Grill after a quick dinner with Cam and Stone, feeling full and surprisingly content for the moment, something plowed into his chest with the force of a cyclone.
Not something. Someone.
Harley Stephens. AKA the one source of trouble that he’d never managed to avoid.
Absorbing the impact, he managed to keep them both from tumbling to the floor, and as his brain registered how warm and soft she felt in his arms, she lifted her face, the scent of her filling his head. That’s when something else hit him too, the same inexplicable sense that he always got with her, the deja vu feeling that he’d been here before. Not in the doorway of Moody’s with the fiery Indian summer sun setting behind her and the sound of the dinner crowd behind him, loud and rowdy . . . but having her practically wrapped around him.
If you asked TJ Wilder to choose between a warm autumn night in the Sierras or a warm woman, he knew that most people would put money on him taking the woman.And while that might have been true in his wild, unchecked youth, tonight they’d have been wrong.
Not that he didn’t love women. He did. Short or tall. Willowy or curvy. Sweet or hot-as-hell sexy– actually, make that especially hot-as-hell sexy. Over the years he’d loved plenty.
But he loved the Sierras, too. And while it was true that the tall, rugged, remote mountain peaks could be deadly dangerous to both life and limb, the mountains couldn’t break a man’s soul.
At least not without permission.
And TJ no longer let anything break him. He didn’t let anything break him or get to him, period. He was cool, calm, and prepared, always. Cam and Stone had long ago accepted this, that as the oldest brother, TJ just knew things, like which direction to go on the mountain, whether on skis or a bike, or in the helicopter. He knew which of their outdoor expedition company clients would be a pain-in-the-ass, and he could sense trouble a mile away.
Usually.
And then, as he walked through Moody’s Bar And Grill after a quick dinner with Cam and Stone, feeling full and surprisingly content for the moment, something plowed into his chest with the force of a cyclone.
Not something. Someone.
Harley Stephens. AKA the one source of trouble that he’d never managed to avoid.
Absorbing the impact, he managed to keep them both from tumbling to the floor, and as his brain registered how warm and soft she felt in his arms, she lifted her face, the scent of her filling his head. That’s when something else hit him too, the same inexplicable sense that he always got with her, the deja vu feeling that he’d been here before. Not in the doorway of Moody’s with the fiery Indian summer sun setting behind her and the sound of the dinner crowd behind him, loud and rowdy . . . but having her practically wrapped around him.
After reading this, I just can't wait to start reading the book!
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Four great authors signing together at the same day!!!
Sometimes I really wish I live in the USA. This time it's because a fabulous group of romance authors will be in Chicago on March 13! Here's a little bit about it from Julie James' blog:
Don’t miss your chance to meet acclaimed authors:
Julie James—writes smart, sexy contemporary romances.
Beth Kery– writes steamy, emotional contemporary romances.
Shiloh Walker—writes erotic romance, paranormal romance and romantic suspense.
Joss Ware (aka Colleen Gleason)—writes a post-apocalyptic romantic adventure series and a historical vampire hunter series.
We’ll all be signing at the following date and time, so come on out and meet us!
Barnes & Noble
Webster Place
1441 West Webster Avenue
Chicago, IL 60614
773-871-3610
March 13th, 3:00-5:00 pm
And if you can’t make it in person, you still have a chance to win signed copies and a $40 gift card to Barnes & Noble! For more info check out Ms Julie's web.
Don’t miss your chance to meet acclaimed authors:
Julie James—writes smart, sexy contemporary romances.
Beth Kery– writes steamy, emotional contemporary romances.
Shiloh Walker—writes erotic romance, paranormal romance and romantic suspense.
Joss Ware (aka Colleen Gleason)—writes a post-apocalyptic romantic adventure series and a historical vampire hunter series.
We’ll all be signing at the following date and time, so come on out and meet us!
Barnes & Noble
Webster Place
1441 West Webster Avenue
Chicago, IL 60614
773-871-3610
March 13th, 3:00-5:00 pm
And if you can’t make it in person, you still have a chance to win signed copies and a $40 gift card to Barnes & Noble! For more info check out Ms Julie's web.
Friday, 26 February 2010
The weather :)
I always wonder if I have English roots. Why? Because I enjoy talking, thinking and worrying about the weather :)
Anyway, the snow has finally melted and we can see the road on which we walk, we can wear shoes instead the boots, and can finally hope that our heating bills will be lower this month. I love winter, actually it's my favourite time of the year. But, it's been snowing non-stop for the last three months, we were buried underneath it. It's nice to see the sun again. But it's raining now and the snow melts, so you have to be careful not to stop into the small ponds forming everywhere :) Can't wait for the spring!
You've all noticed (I hope) the little fluffy thing I'm using as my avatar. It's my Shih Tzu Max. He actually lives with my boyfriend for now. Max always has to help with things, when my boyfriend was remodelling his house, Max would follow the workers around the house and looked what they were doing. He would never rest (and he likes his sleep, I can tell you that), we always joke that if he could talk we would never have to hire workers because he knows everything. They were cleaning the snow last week, and he was watching my boyfriend trying to dig his car after the storm hit us hard the previous night. This is how patient he is - he got buried under the snow but wouldn't move from the point where he could observe everything :)
Anyway, the snow has finally melted and we can see the road on which we walk, we can wear shoes instead the boots, and can finally hope that our heating bills will be lower this month. I love winter, actually it's my favourite time of the year. But, it's been snowing non-stop for the last three months, we were buried underneath it. It's nice to see the sun again. But it's raining now and the snow melts, so you have to be careful not to stop into the small ponds forming everywhere :) Can't wait for the spring!
You've all noticed (I hope) the little fluffy thing I'm using as my avatar. It's my Shih Tzu Max. He actually lives with my boyfriend for now. Max always has to help with things, when my boyfriend was remodelling his house, Max would follow the workers around the house and looked what they were doing. He would never rest (and he likes his sleep, I can tell you that), we always joke that if he could talk we would never have to hire workers because he knows everything. They were cleaning the snow last week, and he was watching my boyfriend trying to dig his car after the storm hit us hard the previous night. This is how patient he is - he got buried under the snow but wouldn't move from the point where he could observe everything :)
And this is the picture from yesterday, when the sun was shining and the birds were singing - perfect day for a bike ride. Unfortunately, the air is too cold for me, but my boyfriend couldn't wait to take a ride.
So tell me - since I'm obsessing over the weather - how was your weather like?Hope you'll have a great weekend!
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Would you like a nook?
First of all, let me apologise for not being around my blog often. I'm sorry, but February was exam month, and that combined with my job meant that I don't have time for anything - my blog included :)
The second is this great contest at Shiloh Walker's web: http://shilohwalker.wordpress.com/2010/02/15/broken-pssst-theres-a-contest. There are many ways you could win a nook. So hop over and see for yourself.
The contest is in honour of her latest release Broken. To find out more about this GREAT book please visit Ms Walker's page: http://shilohwalker.com/excerpt_broken.htm
Here's a little bit about it:
Shattered
Quinn Rafferty is working as a bounty hunter and bail bondsman in St. Louis when a new neighbor catches his eye. He’s tempted by her beauty—but he knows from experience that anyone desperate enough to live in his building is damaged goods. Besides, he has his own soul to mend before he can worry about anyone else.
Desperate
Sara Davis is on the run, but not for the usual reasons a woman goes on the lam. She’s not an abused wife, and she’s not a criminal. But she does have a plan for her future. And as much as she finds herself attracted to her gruff, tough neighbor, she can’t risk telling him the secrets she’s hiding. There’s just too much at stake.
Driven to desire…
But Quinn must get closer to Sara when she turns out to be the target of his new missing persons case, and he discovers that there is something more complex and dangerous to her than he thought. Now, both Quinn and Sara will have to expose their true feelings—as well as their fragile hearts—if they hope their love will survive…
Quinn Rafferty is working as a bounty hunter and bail bondsman in St. Louis when a new neighbor catches his eye. He’s tempted by her beauty—but he knows from experience that anyone desperate enough to live in his building is damaged goods. Besides, he has his own soul to mend before he can worry about anyone else.
Desperate
Sara Davis is on the run, but not for the usual reasons a woman goes on the lam. She’s not an abused wife, and she’s not a criminal. But she does have a plan for her future. And as much as she finds herself attracted to her gruff, tough neighbor, she can’t risk telling him the secrets she’s hiding. There’s just too much at stake.
Driven to desire…
But Quinn must get closer to Sara when she turns out to be the target of his new missing persons case, and he discovers that there is something more complex and dangerous to her than he thought. Now, both Quinn and Sara will have to expose their true feelings—as well as their fragile hearts—if they hope their love will survive…
EXCERPT
The hardest battles are fought within...
He opened the door—
And stopped dead in his tracks as somebody all but fell into his arms. Somebody…a woman. And not Theresa.
He caught her just above her elbows, automatically steadying her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft and low.
Then she lifted her face and Quinn found himself gazing into the biggest, brownest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. Feeling a little dazed, he studied her face while she stammered out another apology.
Quinn barely heard it.
He was too busy staring at her mouth. A very pretty mouth, a cupid’s bow mouth slicked with deep, vibrant red. Under his hands, he could feel silken smooth skin and unable to resist, he stroked a thumb along her inner arm.
Her skin was soft, soft and warm. He was also pretty sure she had the creamiest, most flawless skin imaginable. Her shoulder-length hair was a shade caught between blonde and brown, nondescript, but for some reason, he found himself thinking about tangling his fingers in that hair and holding her head still while he kissed that red-slicked mouth.
Well, hello…he could all but feet his libido kicking up as he stared at that mouth. Every last one of his senses tuned in on her—
The way she looked…sex and sin.
The way she smelled…sex and sin.
The way she sounded…sex and sin.
The way she felt…the way she might taste. Sex and sin. He knew it without a doubt. She’d taste like sex and sin.
His mouth was all but watering.
“Ahhh…excuse me,” she said, tugging against his light hold.
“Uh…yeah.” He uncurled his fingers and let go, although he hated every second of it.
She immediately backed away, putting a good five feet in between them and eying him nervously. In that moment, he was acutely aware of the fact that he hadn’t bothered shaving that morning, or the morning before. He was also acutely aware of the wrinkled state of his gray T-shirt and the worn jeans he wore. He hadn’t gotten into the habit of wearing the unofficial uniform worn by most of the guys who worked for Gearing, but he’d swapped out the black T-shirt that read Bond Enforcement for a plain one. Wearing those particular shirts outside of work had ended up causing him a headache or two so when he remembered, he changed out of them before leaving the office.
She continued to stare at him, her face expressionless and her eyes measuring. She might have just continued to stare at him indefinitely if Theresa hadn’t come bustling down the hall. “Quinn?”
Tearing his eyes away from the unknown woman, he smiled at his landlord. It no longer seemed so weird to smile at somebody—as in he didn’t worry his face might crack if he wasn’t careful. Still, the smile on his face did feel odd. “Hey, Theresa. I didn’t know you had company.”
She beamed at him. “This isn’t company. This is your new neighbor. She just moved in to the upstairs apartment. Sara…I’d like you to meet Quinn Rafferty. Quinn, this is Sara Davis.”
Sara.
Neighbor.
Staring into Sara’s dark brown eyes, his heart sank just a little. Great.
Some people collected books.
Some people collected knickknacks.
Some people collected coins.
Theresa collected lost souls, as evidenced by the fact that he was living in her basement after she’d charmed him into changing her tire outside Dierburg’s a few months earlier.
The last woman to stay in that apartment had ended up being a battered woman hiding out from her ex. Before that, it had been a girl who’d been all of nineteen, with two kids and a third on the way. When that one had left, she’d ended up stealing from Theresa and skipping out on the piddling amount of rent that Theresa had coming.
If Sara Davis was living in Theresa’s upstairs apartment, that made her pretty much off limits. It didn’t matter that his dormant sex drive was all of sudden flaring up on him.
The last thing Quinn needed to be around was another lost soul, not when he still struggled to find his own.
He opened the door—
And stopped dead in his tracks as somebody all but fell into his arms. Somebody…a woman. And not Theresa.
He caught her just above her elbows, automatically steadying her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft and low.
Then she lifted her face and Quinn found himself gazing into the biggest, brownest eyes he’d ever seen in his life. Feeling a little dazed, he studied her face while she stammered out another apology.
Quinn barely heard it.
He was too busy staring at her mouth. A very pretty mouth, a cupid’s bow mouth slicked with deep, vibrant red. Under his hands, he could feel silken smooth skin and unable to resist, he stroked a thumb along her inner arm.
Her skin was soft, soft and warm. He was also pretty sure she had the creamiest, most flawless skin imaginable. Her shoulder-length hair was a shade caught between blonde and brown, nondescript, but for some reason, he found himself thinking about tangling his fingers in that hair and holding her head still while he kissed that red-slicked mouth.
Well, hello…he could all but feet his libido kicking up as he stared at that mouth. Every last one of his senses tuned in on her—
The way she looked…sex and sin.
The way she smelled…sex and sin.
The way she sounded…sex and sin.
The way she felt…the way she might taste. Sex and sin. He knew it without a doubt. She’d taste like sex and sin.
His mouth was all but watering.
“Ahhh…excuse me,” she said, tugging against his light hold.
“Uh…yeah.” He uncurled his fingers and let go, although he hated every second of it.
She immediately backed away, putting a good five feet in between them and eying him nervously. In that moment, he was acutely aware of the fact that he hadn’t bothered shaving that morning, or the morning before. He was also acutely aware of the wrinkled state of his gray T-shirt and the worn jeans he wore. He hadn’t gotten into the habit of wearing the unofficial uniform worn by most of the guys who worked for Gearing, but he’d swapped out the black T-shirt that read Bond Enforcement for a plain one. Wearing those particular shirts outside of work had ended up causing him a headache or two so when he remembered, he changed out of them before leaving the office.
She continued to stare at him, her face expressionless and her eyes measuring. She might have just continued to stare at him indefinitely if Theresa hadn’t come bustling down the hall. “Quinn?”
Tearing his eyes away from the unknown woman, he smiled at his landlord. It no longer seemed so weird to smile at somebody—as in he didn’t worry his face might crack if he wasn’t careful. Still, the smile on his face did feel odd. “Hey, Theresa. I didn’t know you had company.”
She beamed at him. “This isn’t company. This is your new neighbor. She just moved in to the upstairs apartment. Sara…I’d like you to meet Quinn Rafferty. Quinn, this is Sara Davis.”
Sara.
Neighbor.
Staring into Sara’s dark brown eyes, his heart sank just a little. Great.
Some people collected books.
Some people collected knickknacks.
Some people collected coins.
Theresa collected lost souls, as evidenced by the fact that he was living in her basement after she’d charmed him into changing her tire outside Dierburg’s a few months earlier.
The last woman to stay in that apartment had ended up being a battered woman hiding out from her ex. Before that, it had been a girl who’d been all of nineteen, with two kids and a third on the way. When that one had left, she’d ended up stealing from Theresa and skipping out on the piddling amount of rent that Theresa had coming.
If Sara Davis was living in Theresa’s upstairs apartment, that made her pretty much off limits. It didn’t matter that his dormant sex drive was all of sudden flaring up on him.
The last thing Quinn needed to be around was another lost soul, not when he still struggled to find his own.
Sunday, 14 February 2010
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