Win an erotic paranormal romance #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticParanormal #Reincarnation

For those of you new to the Tina Donahue world, I host a monthly contest and give away one of my backlist ebook romances. Check out what I’m offering for April…

April Contest

Win a copy of This Time When We Touch

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Rules: Simply leave your name and email addy in the comments section AT THIS LINKhttp://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/monthly-hot-guy-contest.html and you’re entered in my April contest! WINNER CHOSEN AT RANDOM. 

Duration: Contest begins April 1 and runs through April 29 – Winner announced April 30.


Fate has cruelly torn them apart through the centuries…

Endless desire and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.

Through numerous reincarnations, Jade Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder, always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their passion. Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then break fate’s deadly pattern.

Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to Jade to keep her safe.

In a contest of wills and shameless seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Excerpt:

Jade regarded the young women who’d spoken to Patrick. The one on the right snatched his tee and pressed it to her nose. Her girlfriends reacted with surprise, dismay, jealousy, then all of them fell back to their towels, laughing loudly.

Their happiness touched Jade. She wanted the same for herself and Patrick. Turning to the sea, she spotted him. His strong, solid strokes took him farther from shore and her.

Jade followed for a few feet then stopped, warning herself against joining Patrick, telling him she was the woman he’d searched for when he’d moved down the beach. Her confession might flood him with too many painful memories, which would make her seduction that much more difficult.

When he saw her again, she needed him to recall a warm summer day in 1510, moments after he’d finished his swim. He’d stood in a shallow part of the stream then, the water reaching just above his knees. Beads of moisture dripped from his eyebrows, stubble, and long dark lashes. Sun drizzled through thick stands of cork and olive trees, dappling his broad shoulders with flecks of golden light. With his head lowered, he’d scooped water then flung it beneath his arms.

Secretly, she’d watched him, as she had for weeks, ever since he’d arrived at her papá’s castle to tutor her younger brothers.

His tall, strong body had intrigued her from the start, along with his educated voice, sculpted features, and bearing with his charges.

Unlike her papá’s other servants, he didn’t defer to her brothers, indulging their every whim. With a firm but fair hand, he’d schooled them in advanced mathematics, Latin, Greek, science, horsemanship, and other physical pursuits. At those times, he’d worn only a linen shirt and hose as he ran and played with them. Grinning broadly, he’d ruffled her brothers’ dark hair when they performed to his satisfaction.

She began to imagine his smile directed at her, his touch belonging to no one else.

At night, she dreamt of him. During the day, she couldn’t think of anything else, consumed with everything he did. Where he slept, what he ate, how he enjoyed his few moments of freedom from her brothers and her papá’s demands.

Clearly, he enjoyed bathing in the stream, rather than the iron tub in the castle. As though he preferred to be outdoors because it allowed him to be alone. Or so he thought.

Water poured through his fingers as he finally sensed her. His hand remained suspended in air as he forgot to bring it to his chest.

Slowly, as though uncertain at what he might see, he’d lifted his face and stared at the hem of her yellow gown. The insistent breeze had pulled the linen away from her legs and around the tree trunk where she’d been hiding.

A warning registered in her mind, telling her to yank the garment back, then turn and run, not stopping until she reached the chapel. There, god would expect her to feel badly for what she’d witnessed.

Carnal desire proved more powerful and compelling than eternal damnation, trapping her where she stood. With her palms on the stout ancient tree, she leaned to the left, knowing he’d see her face, not caring if he did. All she could do was drink in his powerful male form—his flat nipples, as richly brown as the earth, the dark tufts of hair beneath his arms, the silky strands swirling around his navel then trickling to his groin.

Flushed with embarrassment, fevered with need, she stared at his male organ, captivated as it lengthened and hardened before her eyes, the skin growing dusky, the head rounded and so plump his skin seemed in danger of splitting.

When she finally glanced up, she forgot to breathe. In his dark eyes, she saw desire to match her own. The promise of what life should be, not what her papá had planned for her with the count. A man she could barely stand.

Trembling with excitement, she stepped from behind the trunk and faced him.

Beneath his lust, she saw how bewildered he was. He had no idea who she might be or where she belonged. Although he’d lived at her papá’s castle for weeks, there was no reason for her father to have introduced them. He was a mere tutor, she even less. A female relegated to the shadows, ordered to be quiet and meek until her nuptials.

Undeniable need drew her closer to him, a sense of destiny singing in her blood.

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Ducks in a Row with @MeganSlayer #timemanagement #writing #schedules

It’s funny. I like to think of myself as an organized person. That’s the plan anyway. I’m a mom, so that takes some of whole having a schedule out of the equation. But that doesn’t mean I’m not trying.

The little picture above is very much me right now. I think I’ve got things worked out and I’ve added all my tasks to Google calendar…then something goes off the rails. Yep. One of those ducks wanders right away and I have to find him.

Usually when this happens it’s because of a book/character that’s decided to talk to me. Hey, when inspiration strikes, you have to follow. But in this case, it was my own error. I thought I’d added my name to a list and had a recurring place on said list. There’s only one TEENSY problem. I didn’t check the list as thoroughly as I’d thought. Ugh. Yep. Stepped on toes. It’s a talent of mine. It wasn’t intentional. So what did I learn? Check what you’re doing. Don’t let life get out of hand all of the time. Sure, it will. That’s life, but a few checks here and there will do a body and a schedule good.

Oh and one of my characters did decide to talk. That’s how I roll.

Speaking of characters, I just had a book come out this Tuesday. In honor of baseball season starting and opening day…wherever it happens to be… I give you Great Catch. Available now wherever ebooks are sold. 🙂

Great Catch 

by Megan Slayer

Digital List Price: $0.99

ISBN: 9781370868971

Books2Read Universal Link: https://www.books2read.com/u/bzpwBz

Puppy love or a shot at forever…

Jake has loved Kyler since he realized he was gay. His best friend is the only person he wants to be with–but Kyler isn’t gay. Sure, they’ve experimented and everyone thinks they’re together, but Jake’s not sure. What’s he supposed to do? Hide his true feelings forever? Move on? Neither seems like the best plan.

Baseball brought them together, but will fear keep them from finding the love they deserve?

Search Terms: Sports Romance, Baseball Romance, Gay Romance, LGBT, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Romance, Contemporary, New Adult

Having to say NO when I don’t want to – by Lynn Burke #WritersLife

I hardly know it all. Really.

But there’s something about having ‘published author’ attached to your name that makes people think you do. In the past few years I’ve had 20 publications but that does NOT make me a pro in the book writing field.

Funny enough, some people believe it does.

A handful of people have contacted me since my journey to publication began to sprout little seedlings, wanting to know if I would write their stories – their memoirs, their unique journeys through this life.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not upset by this in the least! Quite honored, actually. BUT, I’m a fiction writer. I don’t have a clue about memoirs or biographies, nor would I even know where to start.

I’ve even had a few pitch their own ideas / plots to me in the hopes that I would write the book for them.

Gulp.

How the heck do you say no to these people? These family members and friends who would do anything for YOU should you ask them??? NOT easy. As soon as someone says to me, “I have an idea I want to share with you” or “I’m wondering if you would be willing to write my life story…”

Yup. That’s my reaction. On the inside, anyway.

What do I say? How do I let them down gently? HOW can I even do either???!! The non-fiction idea peeps are easier to deal with, since I honestly don’t know anything about that market. Even so, I always feel like I’m offering excuses when I should be jumping at the chance to help them.

*Smash head on table*

Oh, but the others – those folks who have a plot line that just needs characters, a world, flesh, voice, and WORDS. Le sigh.

I really have a hard time telling them that it’s nearly impossible (for me) to write a story that wasn’t inspired by my own brain. You other writers know what I’m talking about? Yes, there are anthology calls I’ve submitted to, but ONLY ones that triggered an idea of my own. One my muse ran away with.

If it’s not my fictional baby, my own WiP, I find it impossible to say yes.

So, what do I do?

Encourage them to write it on their own. It’s their story, it should be in their voice, their style. THEN I offer to take a peek at it when they’re finished, or send them onto a rockin’ critique site like Scribophile where they can hone their craft and spit-shine that manuscript for submission.

*big cleansing breath*

How ’bout you? Can you say ‘NO’ when you really feel you shouldn’t / don’t want to? What’s the worst ‘would you mind…’ have you encountered?