Congratulations Kimberly in Virginia! She's the latest winner of a signed copy of The Russian's Acquisition. I'm prepping my next newsletter and I always draw from my subscriber list for a copy of my upcoming release. Join my newsletter if you'd like to be entered in the next draw (which will happen around Oct 27th.)
This is a very busy fall for me. Hometown Hero released on Amazon Sept 29th. This Monday (Thanksgiving here in Canada) Blame The Mistletoe will launch on Amazon as well. (Pre-order Blame The Mistletoe here and it will deliver automatically as soon as it's live.)
You can read more about both of these titles below the #SampleSunday, but I wanted to mention: Someone asked over at Goodreads when Hometown Hero will release on Nook. I checked with my publisher and it will eventually be available on all platforms, but probably not for six months to a year.
If you want to know more about how these sorts of decisions are made, I talk about publishing choices in this blog post. Basically it comes down to what Amazon offers when you publish exclusively with them and in this case we want to exploit those opportunities before branching to the other formats.
Do you have a question for me? Please send me an email off my contact page here on my website or ask it through Goodreads or on my Facebook page. I love hearing from readers!
In other news, I finished revisions on Seduced Into The Greek's World. Whew! I sent it to London and it has already come back for a final bit of fine-tuning. Nothing heavy, thank goodness, and I hope to have it done and dusted by the end of the weekend. So you can look for Book Four in the Makricosta Dynasty in June of 2015.
There's lots of Giveaway info below the #SampleSunday so please keep reading after the excerpt. And keep checking here and on my Facebook page (and GooglePlus). I have lots of giveaways and Facebook parties (with giveaways) coming up. I try to post the info in as many places as I can, but you can usually find the most current info in these blog posts.
Last week, Clair arrived at work after a week away. The owner, her friend and mentor, had died. The new owner was a tough looking Russian with a jagged scar down his face. Here we get into that Russian's head and hear what he thinks about his first glimpse of Clair and his intentions here at the firm:
~ * ~
Aleksy Dmitriev set the waste bin next to his feet, reached for the first plaque on the wall and tossed it in, taking less satisfaction in the loud clunk of an industry award hitting the trash than he’d anticipated. This coup had been too easy. Clunk. The bastard wasn’t alive to see his world collapse. Clunk. Van Eych had succumbed to the lifestyle he’d enjoyed at the expense of men like Aleksy’s father rather than face the revenge Aleksy had intended to wreak. Clunk.
The blonde in the foyer was that filthy dog’s mistress. Smash!
A delicate crystal globe shattered in the bottom of the can, leaving a silver heart exposed and dented.
“What on earth,” a clear female voice demanded, “do you think you’re doing?”
Aleksy lifted his head and was struck by the same kick of sexual hunger he’d experienced fifteen minutes ago. The part of his anatomy he couldn’t control suffered another tight, near-painful pull.
At first sight he’d judged her snowflake perfect, delicate and cool with creamy, unblemished skin, white-gold hair and ice-blue eyes. As potent as chilled vodka with a kick of heat that spread from the inside. He’d demanded her name and details.
Now the dull raincoat was gone, revealing warmer colors. Her peach knit top clung to slender arms and hugged smallish but high breasts, while her hips flared just enough to confirm she was all woman.
He smothered reckless desire with angry disgust. How could she have given all that to an old man, especially that old man?
Under his stare, her lashes flickered with uncertainty. She turned one boot in before setting her feet firmly. Her fists knotted at her sides, and her shoulders went back. Her chin came up in the same challenge she’d issued when they first came face-to-face.
“Those might have sentimental value to Mr. Van Eych’s family,” she said.
Aleksy narrowed his eyes. The heat of finding the fight he’d been anticipating singed through his muscles. She was an extension of Victor Van Eych, and that allowed him to hate her, genuinely hate her. His sneer pulled at his scar. He knew it made him look feral and dangerous. He was that and more. “Close the door.”
She hesitated—and it irritated him. When he spoke, people moved. Having a slip of a woman take a moment to think it over, look him over, wasn’t acceptable.
“As you leave,” he commanded with quiet menace. “I’m throwing out all of Van Eych’s trophies, Miss Daniels. That includes you.”
She flinched but remained tall and proud. Her icy blue eyes searched his, confirming he was serious.
As the heart attack that killed your meal ticket, he conveyed with contempt.
She turned away, and loss unexpectedly clawed at him.
He didn’t have time to examine it before she pressed the door closed, remaining inside. Inexplicable satisfaction roared through him. He told himself it was because he would get the fight he craved, but what else could he expect from a woman of her nature? She didn’t live the way she did by walking away from what she wanted.
Keeping her hand on the doorknob, she tossed her hair back and asked with stiff authority, “Who are you?”
Unwillingly, he admired her haughtiness. At least she made a decent adversary. He wiped the taint of dust from his fingertips before extending his hand in a dare. “Aleksy Dmitriev.”
Another brief hesitation; then, with head high, she crossed to tentatively set her hand in his. It was chilly, but slender and soft. He immediately fantasized guiding her light touch down his abdomen and feeling her cool fingers wrap around his hot shaft.
He didn’t usually respond to women like this, rarely let sex thrust to the forefront of his mind so blatantly, especially with a woman he regarded with such derision, but attraction clamored in him as he closed his hand over hers. It took all his will not to use his grip to drag her near enough to take complete ownership, hook his arm across her lower back and mash her narrow body into his.
Especially when she quivered at his touch. She made a coy play at pretending it disconcerted her, but she’d been sleeping with a man old enough to be her grandfather. Acting sexually excited was her stock in trade. It made him sick, yet he still responded to it. He wanted to crowd her into the wall and kindle her reaction until she was helpless to her own need and he could sate his.
Disappointment seared a blistering path through his center. He wanted her, but she’d already let his enemy have her.
~ * ~
Hint: She didn't! And when he finds that out, he can't wait to make her his.
Like what you've read so far? You can enter to win a signed copy of The Russian's Acquistion here (Open 'til Oct 23rd):
Or you could preorder The Russian's Acquisition from Amazon now. It will be in stores November 1st or you can also buy now from Mills & Boon UK.
$500 Visa Gift Card Giveaway
Christmas is coming and Tule publishing knows it. They've partnered with a number of their authors to bring you this chance to win a $500 Visa Gift Card. Closes Oct 20th
First, if you like to read books in order, here are the Homecoming series titles, authors, and release dates:
- Sept 22 - Sing Me Back Home by Eve Gaddy
- Sept 25 - Finding Home by Roxanne Snopek
- Sept 29 - Hometown Hero by Dani Collins
- Oct 02 - Long Way Home by Kathleen O’Brien
- Oct 06 - Home For Good by Terri Reed
I just finished a series of #SampleSundays from from Hometown Hero. Read Hometown Hero excerpts here. And I've been running a series of #TeaserTuesdays for Blame The Mistletoe here. The last #TeaserTuesday will be this week. If you've read this far, congratulations! I will tell you on the sly that there will be a very special offer in Tuesday's blog post so be sure to check back for it.
Want to follow me on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest...etc? Click here for Dani's Social Media links and take your pick.
Whew! That's a lot to digest, isn't it? Like I said above, Fall is very busy for me. By December things will cool right off and January will be positively boring. Maybe. I always have plans for something. Stay tuned here or join my newsletter to get all the juicy details.
Have a fabulous weekend,