Hi My name is Tara Fox Hall. My second contemporary paranormal romance e-novella, Return To Me, published in late October 2011.
Here is the blurb:
Determined to find the source of the nightly creaking she alone can hear, Sam Reading discovers Harrison Benning, a ghost who becomes corporeal for one night of the year; the summer solstice. Their warm friendship soon becomes powerful love that lasts through decades, tragedies, and even beyond death.
My first novella, Surrender To Me, a historical paranormal romance, published in September 2011. Here is the cover and blurb:
Former aristocrat turned lowly vampire Devlin Dalcon gets by on his supernatural charm, swindling others for money and goods. When Devlin encounters bride-to-be Annabelle—another potential victim—he finds the tables have turned as he falls in love with her.
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Also, just in time for Christmas! The hot romance anthology, Wicked Christmas Wishes, will publish on 12-4-2011 from Melange Books. Here is an excerpt from Kink, one of two stories I have featured in this anthology:
KINK
Another new message blip appeared at the bottom right hand of the screen, before fading and disappearing. Paul blinked, then rubbed his left eye with his hand. That one had been from the VP, asking again where the status report was. He was working on it, Damn it, but he could only work so fast, especially with all the emails that kept appearing…
“Lunch!” came the urgent call.
Paul paused, considering his options. If he stayed to work on his report, his boss might not ream him out Monday morning. Yet if he didn’t come eat in the next few moments, his wife, Joy, would not only be irritated, she’d likely come up here and give him both barrels. It was a no brainer, really. She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed was the clear choice.
He pushed back his chair, then stood up, stretching the kinks out of his muscles. Maybe he could convince Joy to give him a quick massage after lunch. His wife had the most skill of any masseuse he’d ever visited. He’d only had to feel her hands on him once to know he wanted them again, and soon. She’d ensnared him just like a hapless fly, and he’d never been so happy to be bedazzled.
He walked towards the kitchen, sniffing the air. It smelled like cookies, not lunch. Maybe she had been baking? Christmas was less than a week away. “Joy?”
He turned the corner, then blinked, his eyes widening. There in the kitchen stood his wife, her beautiful dark blonde corkscrew curls buoyant, her eyes lowered, a sultry smile on her face. She was dressed in red velvet panties, trimmed in white fluff, her creamy breasts flushed, the nipples covered by small red velvet circles trimmed in lace. On her head at a jaunty angle was a santa’s hat. In her hands, she held a gingerbread cookie, one of his favorites.
“Santa’s got a treat for you,” she purred. “Have you been a good boy, Paul?”
Thank you, and happy thanksgiving!
“Lunch!” came the urgent call.
Paul paused, considering his options. If he stayed to work on his report, his boss might not ream him out Monday morning. Yet if he didn’t come eat in the next few moments, his wife, Joy, would not only be irritated, she’d likely come up here and give him both barrels. It was a no brainer, really. She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed was the clear choice.
He pushed back his chair, then stood up, stretching the kinks out of his muscles. Maybe he could convince Joy to give him a quick massage after lunch. His wife had the most skill of any masseuse he’d ever visited. He’d only had to feel her hands on him once to know he wanted them again, and soon. She’d ensnared him just like a hapless fly, and he’d never been so happy to be bedazzled.
He walked towards the kitchen, sniffing the air. It smelled like cookies, not lunch. Maybe she had been baking? Christmas was less than a week away. “Joy?”
He turned the corner, then blinked, his eyes widening. There in the kitchen stood his wife, her beautiful dark blonde corkscrew curls buoyant, her eyes lowered, a sultry smile on her face. She was dressed in red velvet panties, trimmed in white fluff, her creamy breasts flushed, the nipples covered by small red velvet circles trimmed in lace. On her head at a jaunty angle was a santa’s hat. In her hands, she held a gingerbread cookie, one of his favorites.
“Santa’s got a treat for you,” she purred. “Have you been a good boy, Paul?”
Thank you, and happy thanksgiving!
PS: If you are interested in receiving updates on my new works, please sent me an email at tarafoxhallATgmailDOTcom requesting to join my mailing list. You can also enter my contest on my website at www.tarafoxhall.com - each month, a winner from the mailing list is selected to recieve an e-copy of one of my books, or anthologies I contributed to. I also blog at goodreads, and am on facebook :)
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