Beth Kery

Happy Samhain Eve! (Or maybe that’s tomorrow, so in either case, Happy Halloween Eve!)

The (unofficial) winner of BOTH The Missing and Deeper is….#22, Jennifer D!

The winner of a free ecopy of Flirting in Traffic is…#10, Carol!

Ladies, write to me at bethkery@aol.com to claim your prizes. You have the weekend to respond!

I hope everybody has fun with their families for the Halloween Holiday. Warm, memorable moments to you

all!

I’m going to give away an e-copy of Flirting in Traffic to one commenter here at my blog, AND to one commenter at my yahoo group (totally awesome group of fun, reading ladies) Total Exposure! in the next….er, 20 hours? in celebration of Halloween!! About 5 pm CST tomorrow night, at the same time I announce the winner of The Missing/Deeper, I’ll also announce the winner for an instant e-book copy of Flirting in Traffic.

FLIRTING IN TRAFFIC

Flirting has got a fun Halloween party in it, so I thought you guys might likey. This is one of my few non-erotics, but nevertheless, I have heard that people still find it pretty damn steamy.

FIT is a contemporary, not a paranormal. The excerpt takes places at a Halloween party at the house of the Irish-American hero’s mother, and the ‘clan’ has a fun, scary way to celebrate with the little ones. So Esa, already treading in unfamiliar territory as far as dating with the ultra-sexy Finn, decides to strike out…and find her ‘wolf man’ in the darkness of a Halloween night. :)

Hope you enjoy Halloween with your own Wolf Man!!

FLIRTING IN TRAFFIC
Publisher: Cerridwen Press
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She went off like a red-hot firecracker on his foyer floor, then vanished.

Esa never intended to participate in her best friend’s unorthodox dating scheme – flirting with hunky construction workers in Chicago traffic. Her thoughts changed when she saw a long, lean slice of heaven strutting around the side of the highway. For him, she would be the carefree sex kitten her borrowed car with its suggestive license plates implied she was.

Though smarting from the wounds of a recent break-up, Finn can’t resist the tempting redhead driving the come-and-get-me car, flashing him contemptuous looks with those brandy-colored eyes. The lure of taming the feisty little kitten is just too great to deny…

Excerpt:

Esa peered through the darkness, afraid she would trip over a bush or a small child. The night was chilly but not overly so and she wore only a lightweight leather jacket. She paused when she heard the sound of muffled laughter in the distance and little feet scurrying through the leaves.

She suppressed her own nervous giggle of excitement. Why did humans love to scare themselves so much? Something brushed against her outstretched hand and she jumped in alarm, sighing when she realized it was just the bark of a thick tree trunk. Thankfully she hadn’t walked straight into it and knocked herself out.

She suddenly went very still when she heard footsteps in the leaves just feet away from her.

“Wolf Man’s right on the other side of that tree,” Esa barely made out a boy whispering.

“He is not. Quit trying to scare me, Cory,” a younger girl’s voice responded shakily.

“He is. Let’s get him before he gets us!”

The sound of rapidly rushing feet made Esa’s eyes go wide in panic. “No, wait. I’m not the Wolf Man, I’m Esa…oh—”

She stopped speaking abruptly when the weight of a small body collided against her legs and arms wrapped around her thighs. She teetered for a second, almost losing her balance, but then righted herself and steadied the small body that had attempted to tackle her as well.

“It’s a lady,” the little girl who had been correct to doubt the presence of the Wolf

Man exclaimed.

“Shhh, quiet, Amanda. He’ll hear you. You’d better not get us caught,” a boy admonished.

“Are you all right?” Esa asked as she extricated Amanda from her legs. She bent down and peered at the vague outline in the blackness. From the size of her Esa guessed that she must have been around six or seven years old. She was accompanied by three other children, all of them older, given the sizes of their shadows.

“Are you looking for the Wolf Man too?” the little girl asked in a stage whisper.

“Er…yes, I am.”

The girl giggled.

“Let’s go, Amanda,” one of the boys hissed in a long-suffering big brother voice. They melted back into the darkness and were gone as quickly as they’d come. Esa tried to calm her rapid breathing in the silence that followed.

She left the relatively secure landmark of the tree and wandered to the left of the yard, her arms stretched out in front of her. The children likely knew the territory of the backyards intimately but Esa was not only nearly blind but ignorant as she stumbled around back there. Her fingers encountered a waist-high bush. She tried to move around it but quickly realized it was a hedge that probably separated the two yards.

A light rustling sound reached her hyper-alert ears and she paused. She drew her breath in cautiously but all was silent except for the muted voices and music of the party in the distance. It probably had just been some leaves scattering in the wind. Still, some instinct told her it was more than that.

“Finn?” she queried softly, her heart hammering in her ears. “Is that you?”

When she got no answer she resumed picking her way along the hedge, looking for an opening between the yards. Just when she found a gap in the bushes someone grabbed her from behind…someone who was most definitely not a child.

Despite the fact that she’d come there specifically to find him, her nerves got the better of her. A scream rose in her throat. His hand was over her mouth in a second, stifling it.

“What are you afraid of, little girl? Didn’t you come looking for a wolf?” he growled near her ear. His voice was muffled by the mask he must be wearing. He sounded both familiar and sinister at once. Esa shivered uncontrollably in fear and something else, something much more powerful.

She twisted her head away from his hand on her mouth, freeing it. She squirmed in his hold. He wrapped her securely in his strong arms, making a mockery of her struggle. His body felt long and hard pressed so tightly against her. Excitement jolted through her with the strength of an electric shock, adrenaline pumping into her veins and a powerful sexual awareness enlivening her flesh.

“Is this how you greet all your dates?” she muttered sarcastically between ragged pants. She yelped in surprise when he suddenly shifted his weight and fell to the ground, bringing her down on top of him. He rolled over until she was lying on her back in the cool grass, his body covering her.

“Only the ones who come looking for it,” he said quietly near her face, amusement lacing his tone.

It had all happened so quickly that Esa was momentarily stunned into silence. He must have removed his mask because his voice had sounded normal just now—that low, seductive rumble that she associated exclusively with Finn. His fragrant breath struck her lips and cheeks in choppy bursts of air. His scent reached her nostrils— subtle, spicy aftershave, clean male skin and fragrant leaves. She smiled to herself, realizing she wasn’t the first person he’d tumbled in the leaves and grass tonight.

Her fingers came up to touch what she couldn’t see, lacing through the thick hair the collar of his jacket. She pressed her fingertips to his skull, applying a downward pressure.

“I guess I was…looking for it, I mean,” she whispered breathlessly. “Come here, Wolf Man.”

But she needn’t have said it because he’d already been on his way.

Despite his aggressive play his lips were gentle and persuasive when they touched hers. Not that Esa required persuading. She curled her fingers in his hair and craned her neck up for more of the taste of him.

“Shhh,” he whispered so softly that she barely heard him over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. He proceeded to nibble and eat at her mouth like it was a rare Godiva truffle that he’d found in the midst of his dime store Halloween candy. Esa felt herself turning to warm, sweet syrup under the influence of that kiss.

She whimpered into his mouth when his tongue slid along her lower lip, politely asking for entrance. Esa granted it, melting into the cool grass beneath the divine heat of Finn’s hard body and his intoxicating kiss. When she began to rub her tongue next to his, matching his slow, erotic rhythm, he growled and rocked his erection against her harboring heat. Esa shifted her hips up against him, the resulting friction making their kiss hungrier. She applied suction, pulling him further into her.

“Be careful about teasing, Esa,” Finn mock-threatened quietly next to her damp lips a few seconds later. His hand spread along her waist and found its way beneath her jacket, rising slowly up the side of her torso. She shivered almost uncontrollably beneath him despite the fact that heat emanated from his body. “It’s a full moon, you know…and you test the beast sorely.”

Esa tried to snort in amusement when he flexed his hips for emphasis but was quickly silenced when he slid his hand over her sweater-covered breast. He cupped her softly then shaped her firmly to his palm. Her nipple stiffened against the pressure, sending a sympathetic jolt of pure desire between her thighs. She groaned and rubbed up against him to alleviate the sharp ache.

“Esa,” he muttered as he continued to mold her breast with his hand and their flesh strained against one another’s with growing need. Esa was gratified to hear that all amusement had vanished from his tone.

She heard a child’s muffled laughter nearby.

“Finn, stop,” she whispered. “The kids are—”

“They can’t see anything,” Finn growled into her neck between hungry kisses.

“Yes, but—”

“I’m just…kissing you… What’s the big…deal?” he asked between nibbles of flesh. The big deal was that Esa was so aroused as she lay there beneath Finn in the middle of his mother’s leaf-strewn backyard that it didn’t feel like just kissing in the slightest.

“But I think they might be—”

“Now,” someone yelled.

“Right there,” Esa finished.

“Gotcha, Wolf Man!” a boy yelled at the same time that the weight of several bodies fell on top of them.

“Ow! Hey… Watch the kidneys,” Finn ordered between grunts as child after child piled on top of them. Esa broke out in laughter when he covered her body from the tackling kids.

“Tickle him like he does us!”

Esa ducked her head into Finn’s chest for protection against the ensuing mêlée of laughing, squirming, tickling children. Finn finally managed to get them off them with a combination of half-serious threats, gentle wrestling and returned tickles.

“There’s a lady here. Now cut it out,” Finn finally said as he wrestled one of his older, more boisterous nephews while trying to stop two giggling nieces from tickling his ribs. “Go and hide again. You guys conquered this Wolf Man. Another uncle is going to come get you.”

“Who, Uncle Finn?” the boy who wrestled with him demanded.

“I don’t know, but I’m gonna tell him to hunt you down first if you don’t get out of here, Aidan. Hurry up. He’ll be out here in a minute.”

“Are you okay?” Finn asked softly as the sound of the children’s voices faded.

“Yes,” Esa said with a laugh as she sat up. “Except for the leaves in my hair.”

His hand spread along her neck, his fingers reaching to tangle in her hair. “I’m used to leaves in your hair. It’s one of the things I like about you.”

Esa froze. Something about the warmth in his tone had taken her by surprise.

It had taken her by pleasant surprise. So pleasant that Esa had been caught with her guard down. First there had been a burning-hot desire followed by the playful antics of the children. To have such lighthearted pleasure and fun followed by that indefinable something in Finn’s voice just now…the indication that he liked more than one thing about her left Esa mentally spinning.

She wondered if he sensed the tension as well when he suddenly removed his hand and stood. He reached for her hand and pulled her up.

“How about we get some food after all that wrestling?”

“Wrestling, huh? Is that what they call it these days?” she asked, joining in his obvious effort to lighten the moment.

His deep laughter made her smile into the darkness. She couldn’t decide as they walked through the yard whether or not she was relieved or disappointed to be back in familiar territory with Finn.

Happy Monday! First off, The Missing went unclaimed over the weekend. I’ve made a decision that every time a book goes unclaimed during Beth’s Book of the Week Giveaway the prize will roll over. So for instance, the giveaway this week will be Shiloh Walker’s The Missing and Megan Hart’s Deeper.

Bess had always wondered what happened to Nick after that summer, after their promise to meet again. And now, back at the beach house and taking a break from responsibility, from marriage, from life, she discovers his heartbreaking fate–and why he never came back for her. Suddenly Nick’s name is on her lips…his hands on her thighs…dark hair and eyes called back from the swirling gray of purgatory’s depths.

Dead, alive, or something in-between, they can’t stop their hunger.

Order Deeper.
Read more about Megan Hart and Deeper.

I’ll just emphasize the importance, once again, of checking back to see if you won over the weekend. Winner announced Friday afternoons. All you have to do to qualify to win is make at least one comment on a blog entry during the week. One entry only per commenter, although you can comment as many times as you like, of course!

On another note, I had such a terrific time over the weekend traveling to Lexington, Ky to the signing at Joseph Beth Bookseller. I met so many wonderful, warm people, many of which drove quite a distance to come to the signing and say ‘hello’, something I’ll never forget. Gina Scelera, who has worked at Joseph Beth for 17 years and runs the Romance Book Club, makes a different delicious confection for every visiting author named for their release book. Her treats for me were Paradise Fudge Clouds, and they were Paradise. Here Gina and I are unwrapping them.

Afterwards, several of the ladies plus Robin’s very sweet husband and I went out to eat at Tony Roma’s. A good time was had by all as we jawed away about books. Here’s a picture of Amelia, who belongs to my Total Exposure yahoo groups, myself, and Sabra, who I met last year at Lori Foster’s event.

My heartfelt thanks to everyone who attended and made it such a warm, fun meeting. I’ll always remember that signing fondly.

Now I was told that two very special Canadians held their own Paradise Rules party, since they couldn’t come to the Lexington signing. Ladies–wish I could have been there.

Hope ya’ll have a terrific week! (I’m wishing I had accents like Robin and Amelia. I’m so jealous. Why did I have to be born a yank?)

Putting my post up early since I’ll be out of town. Click on the author links starting Saturday. Have a great weekend! For those of you just checking, I’d love to meet you in Lexington, Kentucky this Saturday for a book signing at Joseph-Beth Booksellers. Check the bottom of my home page for details. Also, check beneath this post for the winner of Shiloh Walker’s book in the Friday book giveaway!

Vic started into wakefulness, surprised to see the gray light of dawn peeking around the blinds in his bedroom. It gratified him that he’d slept for a good majority of the night. The reason for his profound sleep was enfolded snugly in his arms at the moment.

He’d never really had to convince Niall with words to sleep in his bed that night. After they’d finally left her new condominium, exhausted and completely happy from their multiple rounds of phenomenal lovemaking, they’d ducked into a Thai restaurant for dinner. Vic had guessed from Niall’s heavy eyelids after she’d drank a glass of wine and devoured almost her entire portion of chicken pad thai that she wouldn’t be long for the waking world. So he’d suggested they watch a DVD together at his place and sure enough, within forty-five minutes he had an armful of soft, warm, sleeping woman.

Presently he nuzzled the hair at her nape and inhaled her scent. Maybe it was the dampness he found at her neck or maybe it had been the sensation of the tremors that periodically shook her body that had awakened him in the first place. Or perhaps the primitive part of his brain recognized the scent that mixed with the residual fresh, floral scent of Niall’s perfume.

It was the smell of fear.

His fingers skimmed along her neck and back. Sweat soaked through her t-shirt. She moaned in her sleep. The sound pained Vic on some deep, indefinable level.

“Niall. Wake up. Wake up, baby,” he murmured as he stroked her sides and pressed his lips against a flushed cheek. She whimpered, the noise reminding him of a trapped animal, both mournful and panicked at once.

He couldn’t stand it.

“Niall.”

She jumped in his arms.

“Vic?”

“You were dreaming,” he muttered close to her ear. He continued to rub her body along the length of her thigh to her ribs, attempting to soothe her. She moved restlessly in his arms and finally sat up. For a few seconds she just sat at the edge of his bed as her breathing slowed, her face shadowed by the dim light and her huddled posture. Neither of them spoke when she finally rose and went to the bathroom.

She returned to the bedside hesitantly a minute later. “I’m sorry for waking you,” she said in her low, smoky voice that seemed perfectly suited to the muted, gray light of dawn.

“I slept better last night than I have in weeks. You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” Vic told her when she perched on the edge of his bed. He wanted to reach out and pull her back into his arms. He wanted to keep her safe from whatever plagued her dreams. But something in her tense posture made him wary about touching her.

“Maybe I should just go,” she whispered.

“Don’t.”

He saw her head fall forward, sensed her uncertainty…her vulnerability.

“I’m all sweaty,” she murmured shakily.

“So we’ll take a shower in a little bit,” Vic stated with more ease than he actually felt. His jaw clenched when she still didn’t move. This dawn encounter with Niall struck him as heavy…threatening even, although why that should be he couldn’t say. The eerie mist of dreams must be clinging to him as well.

“I’m leaving for Manhattan later today,” he heard her whisper.

“You told me that you’re not taking off until four o’clock. There’s plenty of time. Niall?”

“Yes.”

“Come here,” he said softly.

It was only after she’d slid back into bed and was fast in his arms that he finally exhaled the burning air in his lungs.

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#29, Paula. Congrats, Paula!

You have the weekend to write me at bethkery@aol.com with your address. Next week, I’ll be giving away a copy of Megan Hart’s Deeper!

Greetings! Since I’ll be leaving early tomorrow for the Lexington Book Signing, I’ll be announcing the winner of The Missing on Friday morning instead of afternoon. Please be sure to check over the weekend to see if you won, and then contact me at bethkery@aol.com!

Yes, it happened again. The Amazon gift certificate prize once again went unclaimed. If it isn’t claimed this time around, I’m going to roll it into my next contest, since it gets a bit discouraging and anti-climactic when you can’t even get the winner to claim the prize. Sigh.

The winner of the one hundred dollar Amazon gift certificate is entry number 25, Amy M! Amy, PLEASE write me at bethkery@aol to claim your prize. Also include your preferred email address to receive your e-gift card.

Okay, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you, Amy! Everyone else, remember that comments on any Beth Kery blog post between Monday and Friday qualify you to win a book on Friday. Which means–yes–you do need to check back over the weekend to see if you won. If I chased down one person for these contests, I’d have to do it for everyone, so I’m going to hold fast on that rule.

This week’s book–Shiloh Walker’s The Missing.

Hey all, Happy Monday! I’m busily writing away on Down and Dirty and listening to royalty free music for the Release video Lea is working on for me. :)

Just another reminder of my book signing in Lexington, KY next Saturday. See my home page for details.

I’m going to start doing a book giveaway every Friday afternoon. All you have to do to qualify to win is leave a comment at my blog anytime between Monday and when the winner is announced Friday at (around) 5 pm CST. You can comment as many times as you like, but only one comment per person will go into the pot. You have until Monday to contact me at bethkery@aol.com with your address, or I’ll choose another name. Pretty simple, but lots of fun!

This week, I’m giving away a copy of talented author Shiloh Walker’s The Missing.

A sinfully sexy novel of romantic suspense about a woman whose psychic gift drives away the man she loves—and years later draws him back to her…

Click here for excerpt and purchase information.

I just wanted to give a heads up that I’ll be in Lexington next weekend for a book signing. Here’s the address and information:

October 24, 2009
2-4 pm
Joseph-Beth Booksellers
161 Lexington Green Cir # B
Lexington, KY 40503-3325

If you can make it, tell me beforehand at bethkery@aol.com and I’ll look forward to seeing you and chatting!

I just got the thumbs up from my agent on a proposal I’ve done for a contemp series, one that’s very close to my heart. I’m really excited about it, and hope it goes okay in pitch-ville. Fingers crossed.

Meanwhile, I’m writing Down and Dirty–an erotic contemp for the Heat line that’s due in January and scheming out a plot-line for my second Princes of the Underground book–a paranormal vampire series, the first of which comes out next year from Samhain.

I kind of like having several projects going on at once, but I have to admit that when it comes to the last half to a third of a book, I have to focus exclusively on it alone.

What about you? Are you a sole-focuser-on-one-thing or do you like to juggle several balls at once?