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Blurb Blitz Tour & Giveaway for The King of Threadneedle Street by Moriah Densley

By Barb Drozdowich 5 Comments

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Today we are welcoming Moriah Densley to the blog! She is here to share some information about her book, The King of Threadneedle Street and also to give away a prize. Moriah will be awarding a genuine Victorian-style pearl jewelry set inspired by the book, including necklace, bracelet, and earrings to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To be entered into the giveaway, enter the Rafflecopter below.

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THE KING OF THREADNEEDLE STREET

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Moriah Densley

 

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He owns three shipping companies, a diamond mine, and his own castle.
He knows Portuguese, Hindu, Mandarin and Morse code.
His assets net thirteen million.

Lord Preston wants the one thing money can’t buy…

Andrew Tilmore, Lord Preston, the financial prodigy dubbed “The King of Threadneedle Street” wants the one prize out of reach: his childhood sweetheart. The papers can waste a sea of ink scandalizing over his lavender-eyed Alysia; so what if she is the daughter of his father’s mistress?

Alysia Villier learned the craft of the courtesan from her infamous mother―by osmosis apparently. A gifted artist who almost won the Prix de Rome, Alysia is not interested in following in her mother’s footsteps, since Andrew ruined her for any other man. But with her legal guardian—Andrew’s father―in control of her inheritance, she has little choice in the matter.

Keeping Alysia out of trouble and away from eager suitors becomes a cross-continental quest for Andrew. Not his old-fashioned family, the disapproval of the ton, nor even Alysia’s dedication to duty and propriety will stop him. Playing newspapers and investors like pawns, tumbling world markets, inciting riots… has he gone too far?

 

 

 

EXCERPT

“Not affected by heroic nudity”

 

Making Alysia a semi-famous Expressionist painter was a joy. I took art lessons the year I wrote this manuscript, which helped me write from the perspective of an artist who sees light, color, and shape as possibilities instead of facts. There’s a scene wherein Alysia claims not to be affected by “heroic nudity” in art, and Andrew calls her bluff. You’d better believe that was fun to write!

 

Andrew held out a finger to trace the lines of her drawing, but withdrew. “The Dying Gaul?” He turned his discerning gaze on her.

“One of my favorites. He reminds me of you,” she confessed. The heat of his stare was too intense; she diverted her eyes to the case of pastels in her hand.

 

“But I have no moustache.” Playful, but she knew he was trying to draw her out.

 

“The resemblance is in his form and his masculine expression.”

 

“But he is dying.”

 

“But not in despair. He is brave. He meets his fate proudly.”

 

His eyes gleamed with mischief. “He is naked. Surely you don’t imagine me that way.”

 

“As an admirer of great art I am quite unaffected by heroic nudity in the erotic sense.”

 

His eyebrows raised into his tumbled hair.

 

She took her book back and looked again at the drawings he found so disturbing. Admittedly, from the perspective of an objective viewer, there was indeed a great deal of emphasis on suffering.

 

Alysia noticed Andrew was removing his clothes. He often shed his jacket, waistcoat, and necktie in her presence, but he now had his shirt off and was unfastening his trouser buttons.

 

“Andrew! What are you doing?”

 

“You said you wanted to sketch me?” He held his arms out. “I want to be sketched. No better time than now.”

 

He shut the door of the salon. The turning lock echoed, a sinister sound.

 

“But — I… I had a portrait in mind. A decent one.”

 

“Oh, it will be better than decent.” He tossed his boots and stockings into a chair.

 

“I mean, presentable. To the public.” She watched with wide eyes as Andrew wadded his trousers and launched them into the chair as well.

 

“You said you aren’t averse to heroic nudity.”

 

“But not yours!” She felt on the verge of panic. “Besides, what is heroic about this?”

 

“You are the artist with the vivid imagination. Make something up.”

 

He tossed his drawers into her lap, and a whimper squeaked from her throat. She heard him drop onto the settee opposite her.

 

“Well?”

 

Alysia reined in the giddy feeling making her lightheaded and opened the book to a blank page. She selected a pencil then looked up at him.

 

 

 

 

 

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Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and four children. Published in historical and paranormal romance, Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist, 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award “Best First Book” finalist, and 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist in historical romance. She loves hearing from readers!

 

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Guest Post & Giveaway with Candace Shaw, author of Cooking Up Love

By Barb Drozdowich 2 Comments

Sugarbeat’s Books is welcoming Candace Shaw to the blog today!  She is the author of a contemporary romance, Cooking Up Love.  She’s dropping by today to say hi, share a guest post and offer a $10 Starbucks Gift Card for a giveaway! To be entered please enter your name on the form at the bottom.

 

Guest Post and Giveaway with Candace Shaw, author of Cooking Up Love

Thank you so much Barb for having me on your blog today. You are the last stop on my first virtual blog tour for my debut novel, Cooking Up Love. sugarbeat's books romance books romance novel reviews historical contemporary erotica

Cooking Up Love is a contemporary romance novel set in Memphis, Tennessee.  The heroine, Shelbi Arrington, has recently graduated from medical school. However, she accepts a position as a food critic in the hopes of burying her medical career because of something that happened during her internship. The last thing she’s searching for is love, but that’s just what the doctor ordered when she laid eyes on the handsome chef, Justin Richardson. While sorting out her secret conflict of continuing her medical career and starting a residency program, she falls for his mouthwatering charm, leaving her hungry for anything he has to offer.

The hero, Justin Richardson, is the executive chef and owner of Lillian’s Dinner and Blues Club in downtown Memphis. Justin is leery of doctors because a doctor’s negligence caused his mother’s death when he was twelve. He has put his focus and energy into his restaurant, which had been a dream he and his mother shared. Justin is immediately smitten by the cute, sassy food critic that has him cooking up different ways to please her appetite. But when things start to heat up, Shelbi learns of a shocking revelation that could extinguish the flame of their relationship. Will Justin be able to forget his pain and commit to the woman who has stolen his heart?

I got the idea to write Cooking Up Love when I was in Memphis for the Memphis in May Festival and to visit my husband’s family. We stayed in his cousin’s loft downtown, rode the trolley, listened to blues, jazz and ate barbecue. I loved the experience and I wanted to remember it, so on the way home, I typed notes into my iPhone and by the time we arrived back in Atlanta, I had an outline. I named the heroine Shelbi because the county of Memphis is Shelby. I decided to incorporate places I’d been while there including The Cheesecake Corner and Rendezvous, a barbecue restaurant as well as riding the trolley, which was my favorite thing to do. I made the hero a chef because my grandfather was a chef who owned restaurants in Atlanta and I love to cook, which definitely runs in the family.

Below is an excerpt of Cooking Up Love where Shelbi is sampling dishes that Justin has prepared. One of the ones is shrimp and grits, which is my favorite dish. I’m from Florida, so I grew up eating a lot of seafood. In the comment section, let me know what is your favorite food or dish for the giveaway.

Giveaway Information:

One tour follower will win a $10.00 Starbucks gift card. Follow the tour (this is the last stop) and leave a comment at each stop to give you more chances to win. Plus, if you are a subscriber on my blog, you’ll have an extra entry. The winner will be selected on Random.org and I’ll announce the winner on June 1st on my blog. All entries must be in by 11:59 PM on May 31

 

Excerpt

 

He studied Shelbi as she took a bite of the shrimp and grits. Her eyes closed while she moaned, and he imagined her doing the same underneath him with her smooth legs wrapped around his waist.

“Justin, I’ve had shrimp and grits before, but never quite like this,” she said, then took another bite. “I don’t want the bowl to ever be empty. It’s better than mine.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He pushed his plate aside and rested his hands in a crossed position on the table.

She sampled another dish as her eyes fluttered shut again. Her sweet, sensual moans turned him on in ways he couldn’t even explain. If he weren’t in a professional setting, he would’ve pushed the table out of the way and pulled her to him to settle her on his lap and devour her kissable lips.

Her sculpted face, a little beauty mark on her right cheek, and her pouty mouth partaking of the food he’d prepared especially for her, made him want to stare at her all day. She was sexy in skinny jeans that fit her curvy hips like a glove, and a yellow blouse enhanced her perky, rounded breasts, which rose and fell while she oohed and aahed over the meal. When she licked her finger after eating a shrimp, the bear rose in his boxer shorts and pointed directly at the sweet honey pot in front of him. Justin took a long gulp of his water to cool down the erection interrupting his business meeting.

Her sultry voice filled his ears like sexy jazz as she continued to compliment him on the meal.

“This is so good.” She glanced at the plate he had pushed aside. “Why aren’t you eating?” She took a swig of her water before continuing. “You didn’t poison it, did you?” she asked with a laugh.

“No, baby. I sample as I cook. Besides, I enjoy watching you eat.”

“Well, you definitely can cook. I see why your restaurant is so successful.” She dabbed her mouth with her napkin and stood to retrieve her laptop from his desk. “I do have a few more questions.”

Her hips rocked back and forth in the jeans, and he almost poured his ice water over his head to cool down the burning desire to kiss more than just her hand.

 

*****

You can buy Cooking Up Love at Amazon, Barnes& Noble and All Romance eBooks

 

Ways to Contact Candace Shaw

 

Email: Candace.Shaw@aol.com

Website:  http://candaceshaw.net

Twitter:     twitter.com/Candace_Shaw

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fanpage-of-Author-Candace-Shaw/278432475555023

 

Want to know how to make Justin’s shrimp and grits? The recipe is below.

Ingredients You’ll Need For 2 Servings

  • 1 pound no shell deveined medium shrimp (21-25 per pound)
  • 6 tablespoons of grits
  • 1 ½ cups of chicken broth
  • 1/2 cup of whipping cream
  • ½ pound of turkey sausage or any sausage of your choice cut into small rounds
  • 1 medium bell pepper (red or green)
  • 1 small onion
  • 2 tablespoons of olive oil
  • salt and pepper to season to your liking.
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 1/2 cup shredded cheese (your choice)

Directions

Boil the chicken broth and the whipping cream in a sauce pan. Add 6 tablespoons of instant grits. Turn down heat to low and cover. Simmer for 15 minutes or follow the directions on your grits box for the correct amount of time for your brand of grits. While they are simmering, chop the onion and bell pepper or you can chop prior to cooking the grits.

Place 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a large skillet on medium heat. Sauté the onions, bell peppers and sausage for about 5 minutes. Add the shrimp and continue to sauté for 2 more minutes. Don’t forget to check on the grits.  Place the grits in a bowl and add the cheese. I usually use mozzarella because it melts very well. Place the sautéed meat and vegetable mixture on top. You can garnish with chives or parsley.

*If you wish to add garlic, add it into the sauté  at the same time as you add the shrimp. Garlic burns easily.

I’d like to thank Candace for dropping by!  I”m off to try the recipe…..please enter your information in the form below if you want to be entered into the giveaway!

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Guest Post – Zrinka Jelic, author of Bonded by Crimson

By Barb Drozdowich 11 Comments

Today we are welcoming Zrinka Jelic, author of Bonded by Crimson to the blog.  She’s here to share about her book and share a story!  I hope you enjoy what she has to say, and the blurb and excerpt for her story that she has also allowed us to share!

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I am delighted to be your guest today, Barb. My debut novel “Bonded by Crimson” has been released on January 28th, and it is available in all formats at Black Opal Books, Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and All Romance eBooks

I left the best for my last blog stop. So without the further ado, I give you the love story of Miljenko and Dobrila, a famous legend which I used as a base in my novel and also developing it in the prequel, my current work in progress, titled “Rose of Crimson”.

 

In Kaštel Lukšić in the second half of 17th century aristocratic Vitturi family have had a daughter Dobrila, and Adalberto Rušinić a son Miljenko. Fair looking boy and gentle girl fell deeply in love. Quarrel between their fathers over feudal rights regarding peasants, forced sugarbeat's books romance books romance novel reviews historical contemporary eroticalovers to meet secretly. Maid Antica facilitated their secret meetings. Eventually, their parents found about their affair and Dobrila was put under strict supervision of her mother Contessa Marija. Miljenko was, on lawyer Doroteo’s suggestion, sent to dodge’s service in Venice.

Soon after that Dobrila’s father Conte Radoslav, out of sheer spite, arranged marriage of his daughter to Družimir, an elderly nobleman from Trogir. Dobrila’s aunt, Contessa Demetrija had her doubts regarding nature and righteousness of such a marriage. Miljenko in Venice was informed about that by a soldier from Lukšić. He arrived in Kaštel Lukšić on the day of wedding. A the very moment of exchanging wows at the local church, in front of consternated priest don Mavro and the wedding guests, he had forcefully stopped the wedding. Vengeful Dobrila’s father, Conte Radoslav decides to confine his daughter in the nunnery of St. NIkola at Trogir. Miljenko met their boat at the port in Trogir, wielding his sword and causing upheaval in attempt to stop it.

The magistrate, with his father Conte Adalberto’s consent, exiled Miljenko to a Franciscan monastery on the islet of Visovac on the Krka River, not far from Šibenik. He met there a peasant woman Božica, who was onetime Dobrila’s wet nurse. She conveyed his message to his lover at the convent in Trogir. Dobrila tricked mother superior Gertruda and escaped skillfully, but Miljenko was not at the arranged place near Trogir.

Dobrila wandered alone through a stormy night, and in the morning she was captured by brigands. After suffering fear, defenseless girl accepts a dangerous offer of highway robbers to lead her to the Visovac monastery to Miljenko. In the meantime Miljenko disguised as a monk, because Dobrila’s father Conte Radoslav hired brigands to assassinate him. Dobrila thought that he was ordained and disappointed, lost every hope that she would wed Miljenko secretly at Visovac.

When he learned of his daughter’s flight, Conte Radoslav’s tyrannical paternal pride was hurt. He used cunningness to avoid family shame and offered a reconciliatory hand to ever good-hearted Miljenko’s father Conte Adalbert. Now reconciled parents sent three emissaries to Visovac to cajole disobedient lovers and bring them to Kaštel Lukšić for a ceremonial wedding.

The lovers from Kaštela agreed to the parents’ offer and went home. But the very next summer night in August around year 1690 after magnificent wedding and feasting, Dobrila’s father, sugarbeat's books romance books romance novel reviews historical contemporary eroticaConte Radoslav, possessed by uncontainable hatred and desire for revenge, shot his son-in-law dead with a flintlock pistol on bridge in front of his castle at the Brce Square in Kaštel Lukšić. He couldn’t cope with the fact that Miljenko won and that he would take his daughter Dobrila as his wife to her new home in the castle of the Rušinić family.

A few months later, desperate Dobrila, crushed by grief, lost her mind, got sick and died. Her last wish was to be buried in the same grave with Miljenko in the little church of St. Ivan atsugarbeat's books romance books romance novel reviews historical contemporary erotica Rušinac where on the gravestone is written: “Pokoj ljubovnikom” (Peace to the lovers). Beside the grave in Kaštel Lukšić still stands the authentic Dobrila’s castle Vitturi from 15th -16th century, Miljenko’s castle Rušinić from the15th century and the old church from 1530 where they were married. A novel, drama and an opera were written about this legend.

 

And now I’ll leave you with a short EXCERPT (in my book I’ve changed Miljenko for Miles for the ease of pronounciation)

 

He pressed his back against the balustrade and shoved his hands in the large side pockets of his cargo shorts, staring at her in silence for an eternal moment. “Will you do me a favor and sign this?” He extended a book to her.

 

She took the pages bound in a cover of red and white squares with a rose across the middle. Funny, she’d chosen this picture for her novel to have on the sleeve, if it ever got published. Rose of Crimson, by Kate Rokov was printed on the front. The words started to sink in as she leveled her eyes with his. “You want me to sign this for you?”

 

He drew a long breath and nodded again.

 

“How?” she asked. “This never left my computer.” Puzzled, she searched his face.

 

His smile vanished. “I found the files on the memory stick on your first day.”

 

She shook her head in disbelief. “You returned it.”

 

“Forgive me.” His gaze travelled back and forth from her face to the floor. “I copied the files.”

 

Silence followed. She stood transfixed. He had copied her files? Why would he?

 

He reached out to her. “Wasn’t this what you wanted? To see it published one day?”

 

She lowered her gaze to book in her hands. Her book. Not just an electronic file anymore, but pages with a hard cover and a sleeve. How did he know she was dying to see it as a book

one day?

 

He took a step closer. “This is the only copy. Just for you.” His breath caused wisps of her hair to flutter. “Please say something.”

 

A tsunami of joy, disbelief, and anger rose inside her. “Why did you do this?”

 

He turned his head to his right. A pained expression filled his rugged features. “Miles and Dobrila’s story is mine and Emina’s.”

 

Kate frowned, still examining his face. “You mean their story reminds you of your and Emina?”

 

“No.” His brows arched and he tensed. “It is our story.”

 

“You lost me.” She faked a laugh to mask her confusion.

 

“Miles and Dobrila lived in the seventeenth century. How can it be your story?”

 

His broad shoulders rose and fell when he blew air out. “What happened to them at the end?”

 

“They died. Didn’t you read it?” Wide-eyed, she pressed index finger of her free hand to her lips. She got it. He’d point at her any moment now, say something like gotcha and burst into laugh.

 

“I did, even if I didn’t need to. It’s my life story. I held Dobrila in my arms through the night as she was dying. It was me who made her immortal and me who helped her out of the grave.”

 

“Yes, and they walked away holding hands. The ending is fiction. Are you trying to tell me its real life?”

 

She waited for him to tilt his head and wink. Her heart sank when she realized he wasn’t joking. Typical, just when she started to like a man, he turned into a weirdo. How could he come up with lies like this and stay so collected?

 

“I’ve been living like this since sixteen-ninety.” The sadness in his voice caused weakness in her knees, but she steadied herself.

 

“Miles was barley nineteen when Dobrila’s father shot him. You’re older.” Yes, Rosalia had said he turned forty-four, but to Kate he appeared to be in his mid-thirties. She thought about trying to escape, but her ankles felt as if they were attached to a ball and chain. No way could this man be Miles. Could he? Miles and Dobrila existed once. Kate didn’t pull their story from her head. Only the ending was fiction, but she wasn’t sure whose imagination was at play there, hers or Miles’. What kind of force made them immortal? Could immortals have babies? Why then didn’t he save Emina?

No, this was too far-fetched.

 

“I do age.” His solemn voice startled her. “And to answer your other questions would require more than a pot of coffee.”

 

She cast him a sharp glance. He heard her thoughts? “I get it. Now you going to tell me you’re an

immortal.”

 

“I am.”

 

“Prove it.” Surprised at her actions and words, she forced out a laugh to mask her fear and wagged her finger.

 

“Prove it?” His forehead creased. “What do you want me to do?”

 

“You started this charade. It will be interesting to see how you’re going to get yourself out of this. There’s something crucial about Miles I didn’t put in the book.” She’d be lucky if he didn’t fire her after the way she talked to him.

 

“I’m not in the position to show you my heart shaped mole.” He shifted his feet and lowered his voice to a whisper when another couple of tourists came in. “It’s higher up my inner thigh than you thought.”

 

“That’s not what I meant.” How could he know this? “Try again.”

 

He stepped closer to her and lowered his head to her ear. “You assumed I’m a vampire.”

 

Not believing her ears, she jerked her head back. “Not you, Miles. I mean, he is. I mean–argh–you know what I mean.” In the book, she might not have spelled out that Miles became a vampire, but she had hinted at it.

 

Matthias’s lips stretched in a tight smile. “I’m immortal but not a vampire.”

 

“Miles fed on humans.” She hissed when a tourist strolled by them.

 

“You’re wrong.” Matthias kept his voice low. “I was merely ending the agony of those near death.”

 

“What do you mean ‘ending the agony’? How do you think Miles did it? What am I saying? You’re not him. You can’t be.” She gave an exhausted sigh, annoyed because Matthias had her babbling as if fiction were fact.

 

“I’ve been a doctor for a long time. I can ease the dying, so they don’t die alone and scared.”

 

“What are you then or rather him, Miles? What is he then?” When had she started to believe this nonsense?

 

“Still searching for an answer myself. I’m alive, but not a beast. Let’s leave it at that.”

 

“What does that even mean?”

 

“Means, I don’t have fangs. You’re safe. Do you need more proof?” He mocked her with a wide grin exposing his human teeth. Perfectly white and straight, she had to admit.

 

“Are there others like you?” She frowned, not yet convinced.

 

“Not many.” A muscle on his jaw twitched. “I see you still don’t believe me. Let’s step behind this.” He pointed at the enormous poster of upcoming exhibition at the archaeological museum on Iliryc’s artifacts.

 

“Why?” She turned at the placard.

 

“I want to show you something.”

 

“Not your mole, I hope.” Although under the different circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded checking his goods.

 

“You’ll see.” He reached out to grab her hand. “Trust me, Kate.”

 

“Crazy kook.” She sighed, shaking her head, and stepped behind the advertisement without taking his hand, asking herself why she wasn’t running the opposite direction.

 

He blinked, looking toward the ceiling and let out a loud laugh. “I only wish.”

 

She raised an eyebrow. “You are making fun of me.”

 

“No, but you’ve made me laugh for the second time today. That’s nearly impossible.” He took her hand in his and brushed his thumb over her fingers. His soft touch flooded her with ease.

 

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Love isn’t in the cards for her…

 

After her short failed marriage, Kate tries to rebuild her life and takes a position as a nanny to three small boys. She quickly grows to love them, but their father, terrifies her, while igniting a passion she didn’t know she possessed. Disturbed by his distant manner with his sons, Kate struggles to make him more involved in the boys’ daily lives. Her efforts are mysteriously supported by an entity that cannot really exist. Or can she? And if she does exist, is she really trying to help Kate, or just take over her body?

 

But when he deals the hand, all bets are off…

 

Six years after his beloved wife passed away, Matthias is still trying to become the father she wanted him to be. Not an easy task for a three-centuries-old immortal. His search for the ultimate nanny ends when Kate Rokov stumbles to his home and into his arms. The immediate attraction he feels for her seems like a betrayal of his dead wife, a love he’s harboured for over three hundred years. But when Kate is stalked by a deadly stranger, life he clung to in the past begins to crumble and break down. Can Matthias learn to trust and to love again in time to save his family from disaster, or will his stubborn pride destroy everything worth living for?

 

 

 

AUTHOR’S BIO

 

 

Zrinka Jelic lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and two children. A member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter Fantasy Futuristic &Paranormal, as well as Savvy Authors, she writes contemporary fiction–which leans toward the paranormal–and adds a pinch of history. Her characters come from all walks of life, and although she prefers red, romance comes in many colors. Given Jelic’s love for her native Croatia and the Adriatic Sea, her characters usually find themselves dealing with a fair amount of sunshine, but that’s about the only break they get. “Alas,” Jelic says, with a grin. “Some rain must fall in everyone’s life.”

 

Contact me @: www.bondedbycrimson.blogspot.com

http://zrinkajelicromanceauthor.wordpress.com/

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