Sunday, October 08, 2006

Across Time - Aspen Mountain Press

Rayne Forrest's Across Time got a 5 Lips and a Recommended Read from Two Lips Reviews. This science fiction romance.

Here's the synopsis:

Corri Dunn’s mission to distant Adhara VII begins on a downhill slide. Not
only have her superiors withheld vital information, her ex-lover, Devin
Tremaine, knows what it is. Corri must face Devin, and what happened five years
ago, or lose her command. Confronting the truth means facing the fact she still
loves Devin. She wants him back in her life, and her bed, but she has to survive
this mission first.

Devin Tremaine made one big mistake in
his life – he lost the love of his life when she needed his understanding and he
couldn’t give it. Now they’re both at Adhara VII, caught in a web of deceit –
and renewed passion. Corri’s been sent into a trap and he’s the only one who can
save her.

Led by Corri’s dreams of the mysterious Ori-Arkee,
a powerful mystic who can reach through time and space, they race against time
to discover hidden truths. But Time has a few tricks up her sleeve. The secrets
of Adhara VII unlock their past, present and future, a future that is quickly
unraveling unless Corri and Devin take a leap of faith – across

You can get this romance and science fiction eBook from Aspen Mountain Press.



Romance Writing Chat: Lizzie T Leaf and Sloane Taylor

Romance Author Chat: Sloane Taylor and Lizzie T Leaf

Sloane's latest is Teddi Turns On available now at Triskelion Publishing. There's another book coming in the Magnificent Men of Munich series...

Two Lips Reviews gave Lizzie's Among the Stones 5 Kisses and a Recommended Read! Among the Stones, a , is available at Aspen Mountain Press.

Here's an excerpt from Among the Stones:

As we approached our destination, Alan, our tour guide, cautioned us to be careful stepping over the ropes that blocked access for the normal tourists who came in droves. This tour was special since we could disregard the barrier and go among the stones.

“I’m going to let you take a look around on your own. The sun will rise in a few minutes and if you look between those two standing sarsen stones,” he pointed to two large pillars with a heavy lintel across the top, “you will see an amazing site—if you catch it at the right moment. Be careful. There was a heavy frost last night and the grass is slippery. Don’t want anyone to fall and crack their head.” He laughed at his little joke.

I stood and admired the prehistoric site that time and man have ravaged. At one time, in the center of the circle, stood a horseshoe of high, sarsen stone uprights. Encircling this arrangement, another ring of vertical stones stood proudly, capped by horizontal lintels. Unfortunately, only a few managed to maintain their caps and remain standing tall.

From my study of Stonehenge’s history, I know the argument still rages over how people five thousand years ago accomplished this magnificent achievement with their crude tools. These huge stones aren’t native to this region. Neither, are the remaining smaller bluestones within the circle. Being lighter, a lot of them have disappeared over time.

Walking over to a bluestone, I removed my glove and touched the worn surface. I drew my hand back in surprise. Instead of the cold I anticipated, my fingers encountered a warm sensation...very warm, in fact. How strange that I would pick up heat from a rock on such a cold morning.

I shrugged off the prickling of hairs on my neck and ignored the sensation of déjà vu. The crunch of the icy grass under my feet, the colors of the stones, all seemed familiar…almost like I’d come home at last.

Puzzled, I moved away to position myself for the sunrise view Alan promised would be worthwhile. He was right. As the orange ball of fire rose upon the horizon, a brilliant light appeared between the two massive sarsens. I raised my camera and snapped several shots as quickly as I could. Being fast with the shutter was a good thing because the rays pouring through the stone framed opening disappeared quickly.

I wandered around the stones, some standing upright, others lying on their side, and touched them with my fingers. Leaning against a larger one, I studied the surrounding circle. My heart thundered in my chest as I spied a group of low stones clustered together. Not understanding the need, I was compelled to go to them. My feet, with a will of their own, moved toward the grouping. Fear ran through my body like an electrical current.

I stood there for a moment and wondered if I should take the path weaving between the smaller pair of stones and that would bring me to the larger flat surface. The map I held showed this to be the altar stone. Once again, of their own accord, my feet moved forward and I found myself between two stones about waist high.

A wave of dizziness washed over me and I fought back the nausea, resisting the urge to throw up. I reached out to brace myself to keep from falling and heard the sound of Alan’s voice explaining something to one of my fellow travelers.

For a moment, his voice held me in this time and I tried to call out to him. I’d heard his voice before in a different time, in a different life. Grey fog descended, encompassing me in a misty darkness, blocking everything but the roaring sound in my ears. The pounding of my heart emphasized a terror like I’ve never known before. My body went numb and I fell, transcending into to someone else.

When I came back from what had to have been a dream, I was on a stretcher, paramedics hovering, and Alan leaning over me, concern reflected in his deep blue eyes. “Are you okay?” His voice conveyed the same worry I saw in his eyes.

“Fine,” I mumbled and attempted to sit up only to find myself strapped down.

“Take it easy.” Alan reached out and stroked my arm. “What happened? Can I contact someone for you?”

“No, no one.” Other than a few casual friends, I had no one to turn to. My parents died several years ago in an auto crash and I’d never had strong ties to my distant cousins. “I don’t know what happened. Just felt dizzy. Guess I should have eaten breakfast.”

I laughed at my foolishness, hoping he didn’t catch the fact I was lying through my teeth. A scream fought to escape my throat and I clamped my lips together to hold it back. If I gave in to it I was positive I’d slip forever into madness. There was no way in hell he, or anyone else, would believe what happened.

How could they when I had trouble believing myself? The one thing I knew for sure…it was no dream.

Lizzie T Leaf and guest Sloane Taylor will be chatting in the Realms of Love Chat Castle, Monday, October 9 at 9 PM Eastern/6 PM Pacific at Realms of Love . Be sure to get to Realms of Love early as you must complete a free registration to join the romance author chat.

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Sunday, October 01, 2006

Trin M/M Erotic Romance Novel

Over at Xanga, Romance_eBook has a blurb about Trin, Gay Erotic Romance Novel by JM Snyder. It's set in the future and tells of the complex relationship of two men.

There's an excerpt of this romance novel there too.

At Aspen Mountain Press you can read stories by Laura Baumbach and Lizzie T Leaf, too.

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Hot Romance Novella

Rose Light by Sharon Marie Bidwell was released by Aspen Mountain Press on Friday. It looks like a hot erotic romance story.

Here's an excerpt from this sexy romance:

Rose placed the flower on her mother’s grave. Engrossed with making the sign of the cross, and offering up a small prayer, her lips moved in rhythm with the words as she stood and then took a step back. Failing to notice the three people attending the grave directly behind her, she stumbled into one of them. As the fates would have it, the man had also chosen the same moment to step backwards and the two strangers collided. He faired less well than she did, falling to the ground in disgrace.

He turned his furious aspect towards her; his injured pride had darkened his face. She saw him bite back on whatever retort had formed in his mind.

“My apologies, kind sir,” she said demurely.

“I will hear no such thing,” one of the young ladies who accompanied him replied. “John, you really should watch what you are doing.”

“I would say it is the other way around. The working class should step out of the way of the gentry.” The second lady’s eyes were piercing. This woman, with eyes of blue ice against a fair complexion, and an equally fair crowning glory, approached Rose and examined her minutely. “I find it surprising that one such as this should have a grave to attend here.”

Although the woman spoke generally and not directly to her, Rose replied. “Appearances can deceive and the person I visit once had the ear of the Queen.”

The eyes now shone with the chill of pure bitterness. “Come, Mr Bennett. I find the atmosphere here disagreeable.”

With that, she stalked off, leaving John on the ground and the other young lady wringing her hands. This woman turned back to Rose imploringly. “I am so very sorry.”

Apparently, she apologised for the other woman’s behaviour. During this time, John had managed to regain his feet and his composure. His gaze fell on the gravestone.“A relative?” he inquired.

“My mother,” Rose allowed.

“I am sorry. I pray your bereavement was not a recent one.”

Rose turned her gaze to the woman who had spoken and had a penchant for apologising. Her eyes looked soft and were almost the same shade of brown as her hair that peeked out from beneath the bonnet. Glancing towards John, Rose saw the same eyes regarding her. Clearly, these two were related. “No. It has been a few years.”

“Yet you miss her still.”

Rose inclined her head modestly. No one referred to the single lily that she had used to adorn the grave. Rose could only afford the single bloom and there would be trouble if any others in her family knew she had purchased it.

“Mr. Bennett! Miss Bennett!” The voice flew towards them on wings of darkness. Clouds gathered over their heads in reply to the blonde woman’s beckoning.

“Oh!” Miss Bennett sounded harassed. “That woman is so infuriating,” she confessed suddenly, and then jumped in alarm, her small gloved-hand flying to her mouth in shock. John’s colour deepened.

“Really, dear sister, should we discuss our business in public?”

“I am so sorry, John.” The young lady removed her apologetic gaze from her brother’s face and turned once more to Rose. “Madeleine Bennett,” she introduced herself, “and this is my brother, John Bennett.”

John rolled his eyes. “Need I remind you it is hardly a woman’s place to introduce oneself?”

Madeleine looked perplexed. “Then who is there to do it for one?”

Her gaze took in their surroundings and she turned her attention to Rose. “I have you, dear brother, but this woman has no chaperone. I thought to complete the introductions so she should not feel awkward in telling us her name.”

“You presume,” John commenced, “that this woman should desire to tell us her name when there is no reason for her to do so. She may not wish it.”

“On the contrary,” Rose spoke up. “My name is Rose Light and I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Madeleine gazed at the grave now. “Lily Light,” she murmured, reading the name aloud. “A lily for a Lily. How delightful.”

“Forgive my sister. She speaks too quickly and too freely.”

Rose looked at the man, taking in his measure. His scarf and gloves shone white against the pale grey fabric of his suit. The long frock coat reached almost to his knees. The top hat matched the colour exactly and the cane he carried was made of walnut with a silver adornment. The sister’s dress had a ruffle at the hem. Beneath them, fine calf leather boots peeked out. The rich purple-brown colour of the fabric had a swirled design on it. The sleeves gathered most voluminously at the shoulder, the cuffs and front offset with white ruffles. The bonnet matched her outfit accordingly, fashioned to fit the person wearing it.
They had money.

Rose in her threadbare coat cared not if she had a penny to her name. People should behave a certain way and this man had shamed his sister in front of a stranger. “I would think you would be proud that your sister speaks freely and has the strength of character and courage to announce her mind.”

John flushed and Madeleine blushed pinkly. “I would believe,” John replied, “that a stranger would not interfere with affairs they have no previous knowledge of.”

“A stranger would not do so if they had not been led to interfere. However, for you to remark in such treatment of one’s sister in public begs a well-mannered person to intervene.”

John opened his mouth while his sister hid a small smile. Whatever he had been about to say was lost for eternity as a sharp voice rang out. “John!” The command travelled clearly all the way from the main gate of the cemetery.

“Oh!” Madeleine glanced around. “John, your fiancé…”

John coughed. “Yes, we should be going.”

Rose had turned her head and gazed down the path. “Before you take your leave may a stranger ask why one would be marrying such a shrew?”

Madeleine giggled and then dissolved the sound into a squeak as her brother glared at her. He then turned the glare on Rose. “If you were other than a lady…”

“According to your fiancé…” she gave the word special emphasise, “I am no lady. You are gentry and I am commoner, yet I would not speak in such a way as to reprimand my sister. If I were a man of any class, I would not cow-tow so openly to a woman of any aspect or relationship. As man or woman, I would not be marrying someone I had no love for.”

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