Tuesday, May 9th, 2017
Have you ever wanted to attend an author signing, but didn’t because it was too far away, you were too busy . . . or maybe you didn’t want to get out of your comfy clothes and make an appearance? Well I have the answer for you. Tonight, I’ll be doing a podcast interview at 6 CST. And the cool thing is, I’ll be signing print books of Behind the Curtain upon request, and the Abraham Lincoln Book Store in Chicago will send them out. Cool, huh? You don’t have to get a book, however, to watch my interview with host and author, Sonali Dev. We’ll dish about romance and Behind the Curtain, and you can send in questions here. Whether you just watch the interview, ask a question or request a signed book, I do hope you’ll stop by–from the comfort of your couch and your own home!
Sunday, April 9th, 2017
I think it’s the most romantic book I’ve ever written, and it’s coming on 5/2. Here is a brand new excerpt from Behind the Curtain!
Excerpt #2, Behind the Curtain
The soothing sound of trickling water intermingled with the sweet notes of her singing. His gait quickened, his muscles straining tight. Finally, he paused in the shadow of a bowed sycamore at the edge of the familiar rocky, rough sand beach, peering through the foliage to find her.
He stilled. His already roughened skin grew even tighter.
She stood knee-deep in the shallows, water running in streams down graceful arms, high breasts and a smooth, taut belly. As she tossed her head to the side, a spray of water flew from waist-length dark hair like a shower of sparkling diamonds. She fisted the wet mane at her nape and pulled, causing a rivulet of water to cascade along a breast and down her ribs and belly. He watched, enthralled, as her full, dark pink lips moved.
“I may be blind, but you I can see,” she sang.
Her eyes flickered and suddenly she was staring right at him.
He was sure he hadn’t moved and given himself away. One second, she’d been utterly lost in her own private world; the next, she’d sensed him. For an electric few seconds, neither of them moved. He didn’t breathe and was sure she didn’t either.
Asher considered himself a good writer. He despised hyperbole and strived for lean, matter?of?fact prose. But how could you tell a truth like the one he experienced at that moment as he stared in wonder at this naked, glorious woman? It was something felt,
not told. It was like unexpectedly sighting a mythical creature or something. His senses overflowed with the reality of her. His lungs forgot how to work. Even his blood seemed to come to a screeching halt in his veins. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, let alone imagined.
The inland lake had long been his secret, special place. But somehow, she’d just made it sacred.
She suddenly started. Fear leapt into large, almond-shaped green eyes. The spell was shattered. He staggered onto the beach, his hands up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Don’t be afraid,” he begged. “Please,” he added desperately when he saw her glazed expression of shock and fear. The thought of her being afraid of him made him sick.
“Ash? Where are you?” Rudy called in the distance, his voice muffled by the trees.
Asher’s eyes widened. Hers did too. She lunged toward the beach, her lithe arms covering her bare breasts and dark pubic hair. She pulled back, her desperate gaze jumping from the pile of clothing and what looked like several notebooks on the beach over to him.
He shook his head, a horrible feeling swooping through him when he realized she was looking at him like a wild, trapped animal would at its captor. She was wondering about her chances of escape with him standing so close. He stepped backward quickly away from the shoreline, giving her space. He heard a sound like a branch snapping.
“What the fuck, man? Where’d you go?” Eric yelled, irritation ripe in his tone. He heard the sound of Eric and Rudy tramping on the distant path, their tread much louder than his had been. More aggressive-sounding too, he realized as he took in the girl’s panicked expression.
“I’m going,” he said very quietly. “I’ll lead them away from you. Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
She stared at him mutely, a strange, blank expression of shock on her beautiful face.
“I won’t let them see this place either. It was my secret place too. Once.”
He took one last look at her, absorbing her like a man inhales his last breath before he submerges underwater for a long dive. Then he turned and hurried into the forest, intent on intercepting his friends and preventing their intrusive gazes.
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Behind the Curtain is available now for preorder! For another excerpt from this contemporary, emotional, second-chance romance, click here.
Friday, February 24th, 2017
I’m extremely excited for my upcoming contemporary romance, BEHIND THE CURTAIN, out on May 2 and available for preorder now. This is a very special love story that begins when Asher and Laila are young adults and evolves into a second chance romance. Asher and Laila have to find a way to be together, and that journey is fraught with conflict, loss and eventually, happiness. BEHIND THE CURTAIN is a modern day love story that will make you consider issues of loyalty to culture, family, and the deepest feelings of the heart. I wanted to write a story where the hero or heroine didn’t just happen to be of another race or religion, but where it really mattered to their story and romance, where difficult choices had to made, even with the knowledge that loved ones would be affected forever by those choices.
On May 2, prepare to feel deeply and fall in love with this amazing couple . . .
BEHIND THE CURTAIN
The New York Times bestselling author who brought you Looking Inside, Glow, Glimmer, and The Affair is back with a new erotic novel that will have you begging for more.
There’s something about this woman…
On a break between overseas jobs, journalist Asher Gaites returns to his hometown of Chicago—and allows his friends to persuade him to check out a hot new singer. At a downtown jazz club, he’s soon transfixed by the lyrical voice and sensuous body of a woman who performs behind a thin, shimmering veil…
…That could bring a man to his knees.
The veil gives Moroccan-American Laila Barek the anonymity she needs, since she has never been able to reconcile her family’s values with her passion for music. But one man is inexplicably drawn to her. And when Asher confronts her on a subway platform after a gig, he’s shocked to recognize the woman who walked way from him eight years ago…
Laila has never been able to forget the touch, the feel, the taste of Asher. And despite the doubt and fear that wind their way into their lives, they must trust the heat of their desire to burn down the walls the world has placed between them…
Excerpt: Behind the Curtain
Laila shifted awkwardly on her feet. She was pretty used to this scenario: Zara and Tahi always managed to attract a horde of men, but Laila was rarely included in those first few rounds of flirtation. The bold attracted the bold, apparently. A third man lingered on the curb. He was good-looking, with nice, serious, dark brown eyes. Maybe, like Laila, he was the shy one of the group. He smiled and stepped toward her, nodding in greeting.
“Hi. I’m Jim Rothschild,” he said politely.
“I’m Laila,” she replied, shaking his hand. “And these are my cousins, Zara and Tahira.”
“You can call me Tahi,” Tahi told Rudy with a smile.
“Lucky me. Oh, and that’s Eric, but you can just call him Pretty Boy,” Rudy said with a dismissive wave at the tall guy. Eric was too involved in a quiet conversation with Zara to notice. “And this is—”
Rudy turned around in a complete circle and gave Jim a dubious look. “Where’d Asher go?”
“Still listening to the music, I think. He didn’t want ice cream. Oh . . . here he comes.”
Laila glanced in the direction where Jim looked at the same time she licked her ice cream cone. She froze with the ice cream on her tongue. The guy who had seen her naked today strode across the empty street toward them. He looked beachy casual in a pair of khaki shorts and an untucked blue-checked button-down that skimmed his lean, muscular torso appealingly. He moved with the kind of bone-deep, easy, athletic confidence that Laila always noticed and admired, probably because she knew she didn’t possess it herself.
I can’t believe this. He’s walking over here.
She suddenly didn’t know what to do with her arms or legs
. . . or how to breathe. All she could do was stare stupidly. His expression was preoccupied and serious, seemingly in direct contrast to his informal dress and lazy saunter as he approached his friends.
Garnering her will, she forced muscle movement, moving the ice cream cone away from her mouth and rapidly licking her lips clean. It felt like she swallowed gravel instead of cream.
His face wasn’t just handsome, it was strong. The nose was a little large, but well-shaped, the eyebrows dark and thick, the granite jaw slightly square and whiskered. Laila had found it an interesting face even when panicked there on the beach
. . . full of character. So male.
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Friday, January 27th, 2017
Every time I’ve written a serial, people ask me: “Will it ever come out in complete format?” The answer is that I don’t know until the publisher announces it. It depends upon how well the serial does. So far, all of my serials have been made into print/complete ebook formats, including Make Me, which is a wonderful thing. The complete versions are extra long and meaty novels, perfect for a cold winter weekend in front of the fire.
On February 7, Make Me premiers! Read the rest of this entry »
Tuesday, November 1st, 2016
Be sure to check out this standalone, romantic steamer, out November 1!
The New York Times bestselling author who brought you Glow, Glimmer, and The Affair is back with a new novel that will have you leaving the curtains open.
Are you going to just stand there and watch?
Eleanor Briggs just can’t help herself. The sight of the man in the high-rise across the street is driving her wild. She longs to feel his touch up close and personal. To win him over, she’ll need to shake off her wallflower sensibilities and become the seductress she never imagined she could be. The only trouble will be finding the perfect way to meet him…
Or are you going to join in?
Sex is easy for millionaire entrepreneur Trey Riordan. Finding something of substance, however, seems impossible. What begins as a simple night of reading for self-improvement at a local coffee shop takes a turn for something far steamier when a beautiful brunette comes by and leaves him a note to look out his bedroom window at midnight. But when the time comes, neither of them will be truly ready for what follows…
B & N
Wednesday, October 5th, 2016
I’m thrilled to show you the beautiful, sensual cover for BEHIND THE CURTAIN, out next May!
There’s something about this woman…
On a break between overseas jobs, journalist Asher Gaites returns to his
hometown of Chicago—and allows his friends to persuade him to check out a hot
new singer. At a downtown jazz club, he’s soon transfixed by the lyrical voice
and sensuous body of a woman who performs behind a thin, shimmering veil…
…That could bring a man to his knees.
The veil gives Moroccan-American Laila Barek the anonymity she needs, since
she has never been able to reconcile her family’s values with her passion for
music. But one man is inexplicably drawn to her. And when Asher confronts her
on a subway platform after a gig, he’s shocked to recognize the woman who
walked way from him eight years ago…
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Friday, September 30th, 2016
Looking Inside is a fun, fresh and very steamy stand alone novel that I have coming out on November 1, 2016. I think you’ll find this a refreshing change of pace!
By Beth Kery
When she lowered her head and opened her eyelids a slit, she saw Trey’s curtain flutter. His shadowed figure stepped around it. With the added ambience of the city lights, she saw that he placed one hand against the glass.
He’d taken a step closer.
It was working.
Her confidence swelled. She spun rapidly, her hands above her head, the knowledge of his observation pulsing in her blood. She blatantly seduced him with her swiveling hips, sliding hair and popping ass, calling him with a siren dance. Her back to him, she strutted several feet over to the edge of the bed. She didn’t need to look to know she had his full attention.
She bent and planted her hands on the mattress and slid onto it belly down, ass elevated in a sensual, sinful glide. The bed portion of the routine was her favorite. It was decadently sexy, but also required some skill. After her initial awkwardness, Eleanor had taken to it like a high-priced call girl. She’d loved practicing it and imagining Trey watching her.
Right here, right now, it was no longer a fantasy. His gaze was glued to her undulating, swiveling ass, and that knowledge was a power unlike anything she’d ever known.
She rolled over onto her back and lifted her stocking-covered legs high in the air. Her skirt had ridden down so that it now barely covered her ass and sex. Legs straight, she opened her thighs.
She was nearly doing sideways splits midair. She closed, opened and closed them again. With her legs together and straightened in the air, she bent her knees and rolled her sexy shoes in the air, flirting shamelessly. The movements to the dance were precise, but she made them into a gliding, sensual tease. She knew his gaze was glued to her legs, most especially to what was between them.
She sensed his focused attention on her, felt his stare burning her sex. It was a delicious tease for her as much as it was for him.
Still scissoring and posing her legs in midair, she caressed the back of one thigh. This wasn’t part of the official strip exercise routine, but it certainly felt right. She cupped the bottom of one buttock and slowly circled her hand, causing her skirt to lower and then rise in rhythm to the music, up and down . . . just a fraction of an inch. She was flashing her pussy at him, and it was a potent intoxicant.
She kept the skirt in place, just covering her sex from him. One finger strayed over the edge of her skirt to her pussy. She sunk it into her snug, liquid channel, only letting him see the movement
of her hand, but not her sex itself, as she stimulated herself.
Her moan sounded over the loud music.
For a stretched moment, she lost herself. The idea entered her brain that she should fully expose what she was doing. It was such a strong, precise prod that she couldn’t help but wonder if it was him thinking it at that moment . . . if it was Trey demanding it silently, projecting his command across the distance. But that wasn’t part of her routine.
Not yet it wasn’t, anyway.
She lowered her legs and slid off the bed. She stood facing him, fully exposed. Her heart leapt into overtime as she danced to the music, caressing her body all the while, falling victim to her own seduction. He’d stepped even closer to the window. She could make out his form better. He wore nothing but a pair of jeans, leaving the magnificent landscape of his lean, cut torso exposed.
The jeans rode low on his narrow hips. God, what it would be like to touch all that hard male flesh?
She sensed the coiled tension in his muscles. She saw the rigidness of his rugged, handsome face. Like he had for a moment there in the coffee shop, he looked positively fierce. Both of his hands pressed against the windowpane now, only adding to the impression of a caged animal poised to spring. And Jesus . . . she didn’t think it was her imagination. Things looked very full behind the fly of his jeans.
Still pulsing her hips to the driving beat, she cupped one sensitive breast through the suede bodice. With her other hand, she drew on the lace. His elbows bent slightly, making him lean in closer to the window, arm muscles bulging. His attention on her was absolute and cuttingly sharp. It stole her breath.
She worked a finger beneath the lace and drew it out of the first holes on the camisole. She proceeded downward teasingly, drawing out the laces while she danced. As she undressed, she shaped her breast to her palm, plumping the flesh into the widening opening. When she was entirely unlaced, she cupped both of her breasts, squeezing them into the inch-wide opening while keeping the fabric over her nipples.
She saw his teeth flash as his mouth curled into a snarl. She’d been intimidated by his fierceness in the coffee shop. Now she understood him better.
Now she shared in his fever.
Looking Inside releases on November 1!
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Tuesday, May 17th, 2016
Make Me Remember, Episode 7 of the Make Me serial, releases today! The end is drawing near for Jacob and Harper . . . and so is their HEA.
Tuesday, April 26th, 2016
MAKE ME DESPERATE
Jacob and Harper push the boundaries of danger and desire in the next installment of the alluring serial novel from New York Times bestselling author Beth Kery…
Jacob’s addiction to Harper is putting his life’s work at risk, but he can’t deny himself the pleasure he feels when he’s with her. Even when her seeming refusal to acknowledge their past connection makes him doubt her true intentions, he finds himself pushing their affair further, insisting Harper submit to their attraction, even in the most compromising of circumstances.
As their encounters become even more lavish, daring, and intimate, Harper aches to break down the walls around Jacob’s heart. But she fears his secrets conceal a dark side she’s not ready to face. When he suggests a weekend in San Francisco together, she accepts despite her doubts about getting involved with such a guarded, powerful man. There’s something about him that keeps her coming back for more. He claims he’s obsessed, but she is every bit as compelled…
Make Me Desperate: Available now in the US, UK, AUS, NZ
“Ms. Kery weaves together the past and the present to provide a complete and enthralling tale”
5 Stars, a Recommended Read, Harlequin Junkie Blog
“Filled with steam and emotion, as well as mystery and intrigue. I highly recommend.”
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“Intriguing mystery and sizzling romance; one of the best authors in this genre.”
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“A suspense filled romance about accepting each other, and knowing that you can share your secrets with the right people. I was rooting for this couple from that first meeting.”
“Dark, mysterious, and pure Beth Kery.”
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Tuesday, April 5th, 2016
~ LATEST RELEASE ~
MAKE ME FORGET
The New York Times bestselling author of Because You Are Mine, The Affair, and Glow is back with a tantalizing new serial novel about hidden pasts, dangerous obsessions, and uncontrollable passion…
Harper McFaddan has made her name as an investigative journalist by being both compassionate and fearless. After tragedy strikes her family, she moves to the shores of Lake Tahoe to find some peace. But when mysterious software mogul Jacob Latimer comes into her life, her thoughts turn from her own healing to an urgent need to get closer to him…
Jacob Latimer is the definition of a self-made man. The software entrepreneur built his corporation from nothing, but rumors abound about the shadiness of his rise to power and no one knows what secrets lurk in his past. Harper is the last person he should let into his life. As an investigative journalist, she’s the one person who could expose his hidden origins. But Jacob knows things about Harper’s past that make him irresistibly drawn to her. He wants nothing more than to make her his—and Jacob is a man who always gets what he wants…
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