Showing posts with label Erotic Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotic Romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Lover for Ransom by Debra Glass

A New  Historical Romance Coming Soon!

Lover for Ransom

Ransom Byrne has been ravaged by guilt since an illness rendered his little sister blind. The former Confederate cavalry officer has resolved to make amends by hiring a Yankee tutor who’ll hopefully restore order to his sister’s life. Once accomplished, he’ll be free to leave Byrne’s End.

From the moment she steps off the train in Tennessee, Cathleen Ryan makes a startling first impression. With her feminist ideas, the irrepressible Bostonian quickly outrages everyone—especially Ransom. He deems the bespectacled teacher too uptight and prim for his tastes. Appearances, however, are deceiving. She tenders decadent proposals that shock and intrigue him, and sultry nights spent submitting to his every illicit request offer them both love and redemption.

But when her steadfast convictions attract the attention of dangerous men, Cathleen risks losing her chance of becoming more than just a lover for Ransom.

A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Read my favorite scene HERE by clicking the magnifying glass at the top right corner of the cover.

*Available March 20, 2013 wherever Ellora’s Cave Ebooks are sold

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Lover by Chance - Now Available at Smashwords

My short story, Lover by Chance, is now available at Smashwords - Click HERE

Mississippi riverboat gambler, Jedidiah Nash, knows he’s a scheming bastard. After defeating Richard Laurent at cards, the two come to a scandalous agreement. The stakes? Laurent’s wife for one night.

Jed has no intention of bedding the married Creole beauty. Instead, he expects to part her from the rest of Laurent’s money in exchange for her virtue.

Angry at her abusive husband for gambling her away, Elena Laurent concocts a scheme of her own. And after one night in a stranger’s arms, she might just be playing for keeps.



Saturday, October 16, 2010

Interview with Author, Mari Freeman by Debra Glass

My first book written for Ellora's Cave's Taboo line is now available at the Cave! Buy Twice the Novice from EC - click HERE

Twice the Novice is the story of an English woman who is contracted to marry a mysterious Bavarian count. After her sister scandalizes the family by running off with a rake, Anne has little other choice but to accept the count's offer.

Becoming a governess is impossible for her since she is dyslexic. And while she doesn't wish to be a burden on her family, she agrees to do whatever she must to secure the count's hand in marriage. She isn't prepared, however, for the attentions of the count's devastatingly handsome nephew, Axel von Sommerhalder.

In researching the book, I talked to several friends who suffer from dyslexia. One is a fellow Ellora's Cave author, Mari Freeman, who graciously consented to allow me to interview her so readers might know what it's like to be dyslexic.
Thanks, Mari!

When did you first discover you were dyslexic?

That's really two questions. The first is when did you notice you didn't quite get things like other people? It was probably by 6th grade that things really got hard. Teachers were more particular about spelling, sentence structure and basic grammar, all of which I could verbalize an understanding of, but often couldn't demonstrate on the written page.

Mind you, this was far before the days of MS Word and the red squiggly line. I fumbled through high school covering up and finding ways around my learning difference. I didn't realize I was creating my own system of reading and writing at the time.

I chose to participate in theater in school because it was an activity where I could excel. Verbalization was my strong suit. I didn’t need to spell or get the comma in the right spot to recite lines of a play. High school theater is where I fell in love with the story. I could master the beauty of language as long as I could do it out loud.

The second question was when exactly did someone tell me exactly what was different about me? I was TESTED and given the diagnosis of moderate dyslexia around the age of 27, after I'd returned to college for a second attempt at a degree. On the first go ‘round, the lack of ability to spell had been too large an obstacle to deal with for me at 18 years old.

In Twice the Novice, Anne is ashamed of the fact she cannot read. Since my story takes place in the 1700s, nothing was known of dyslexia. Anne goes to great lengths to hide her dyslexia. Have you ever tried to hide your dyslexia or were you ever ashamed because reading didn't come as easily to you as it did to non-dyslexics?

I am fortunate that my dyslexia is not so bad as to prevent me from reading at all. I love to read now. I may see the text in an incoherent jumble on the page, but my coping mechanisms have enabled me to anticipate danger spots and correct what I see. I get close enough. Writing or typing is not so easy. My brain can’t simply fill in the blanks and correct the spatial issues as I go, as it can when reading.

I must type and then re-type. But I am still, even today, after several published books and a successful corporate career, making efforts to hide my difference in public situations.
I have almost all public posts proofread by someone. All my ms submissions, pitches, basically anything public facing, are proofread. I pay for some of those services. Twitter and Facebook, I have to let go if I want participate.

Like your character, I'm very often ashamed, even though I know I shouldn't be. I fear those who read my transposed twitters or mangled Facebook messages will think I have no business writing books because I can't spell or keep a comma out of a period's place. Why wouldn’t they?

The late Stephen J Cannell, who was dyslexic, said something like, "I didn't need to spell to tell a good story. I just had to prove it to someone."

I have to remind myself of that all the time or I would quit. I can tell a good story. I just can’t spell a good story. I'm lucky my editors work with me pretty well. It takes more effort and patience, but I hope I make it worth it. My readers seem to think so.

In Twice the Novice, the hero patiently works with the heroine to look at the whole word rather than at the individual letters. How did you overcome dyslexia in order to be a multi-published writer? And how does it affect your writing?

I think this is exactly how I work. I’m a very big picture thinker. In one of my past incarnations I was a project manager. I used intricate software to help me manage details, but the big picture of a large software development project was easy for me to juggle.

It’s the same for my writing. I type every sentence I write about four times to get it as close as I can to correct for grammar and spelling. My EC book, Birthright, has 21 characters and two subplots. It’s a big, long book. That added up to about 400,000 words typed (and deleted and typed again) to get that first draft finished. Buddy, were my fingers tired. Don’t worry. It’s nowhere near that long finished.

Characters, the story, those process seems to be similar to most non-dyslexic authors. Getting all of it down on paper is the Hell of it all. You don’t have to go back to the regency period to find people who suffered terribly over their learning difference. I feel for people even in recent history.

What great storytellers did we miss out on because there was no real understanding, no assistance? I was stubborn. My parents believed I could do anything I wanted, even if it was hard. I was expected to succeed in everything. I believed I could succeed because they did. My mom helped me master reading and struggled through a ton of math with me.

Later in life, when I decided I was going to write ‘with the intent to earn a living,” I believed that was possible too. I have help now as I did then. (Although my Mom does not read my erotic books. Lol) I have proofreaders, an editor who also believes in me, and a fabulous critique partner.

You will never see five books a year from me. I can't. It just takes me longer. I've tried methods like voice to text, but the tedious business of getting the words on the page correctly is part of the creative process for me. It is what it is.

If you have dyslexia or another learning difference, do not sell yourself short. Use your full vocabulary. No matter what your occupation happens to be, use the rich language that is in your head. Don’t choose simpler words because you can get them on the page easier. You can fix your spelling in the second draft, with help if needed.

Mari Freeman’s Plan for Pleasure is now available! It’s an anthology that includes her books Beware of the Cowboy and Love Doctor. Buy it from Ellora’s Cave - http://www.jasminejade.com/pm-8734-334-plan-for-pleasure.aspx

About Mari ~

Mari Freeman lives, disguised as a normal suburbanite, in central North Carolina. When not penning romantic erotica, she enjoys horses, hiking, traveling, good food and friends. An outdoors girl at heart, you can often find her at the lake with laptop fired up, fishing line in the water and her imagination running wild.

In her previous lives, she’s held an interesting array of occupations. She’s been a project manager, a software-testing manager, sold used cars, pumped gas at a truck stop and worked in a morgue.

Mari’s favorite stories include Alpha females in love with even more Alpha males. She finds the clash of passionate, strong-willed personalities fascinating. She writes contemporary, paranormal and a little science fiction/fantasy.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Kindle Exclusive - Lover by Chance - a short historical romance by Debra Glass

Mississippi riverboat gambler, Jedidiah Nash, knows he’s a scheming bastard. After defeating Richard Laurent at cards, the two come to a scandalous agreement. The stakes? Laurent’s wife for one night.

Jed has no intention of bedding the married Creole beauty. Instead, he expects to part her from the rest of Laurent’s money in exchange for her virtue.

Angry at her abusive husband for gambling her away, Elena Laurent concocts a scheme of her own. And after one night in a stranger’s arms, she might just be playing for keeps.


Click here to buy Lover by Chance

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK - Having Patience by Debra Glass

Having Patience by Debra Glass is "a titillating erotic historical that had to be read in one sitting!" ~ Night Owl Reviews

Throughout their long engagement, James Camplyon, Earl of Somerset, has fantasized about Patience Hadley Mims’ silken skin and voluptuous curves. He expects his witty, beautiful bride to be timid on their wedding night. But Patience is far more than shy. She’s terrified.

James presents his reluctant bride with a box of risqué novels, ordering her to choose a passage each night for them to act out. Despite her fears, Patience thinks being bound and blindfolded will undo the hard-learned lessons of a lifetime. But she doesn’t count on her husband’s patient resolve to strip away the dark secrets threatening to prevent her from giving herself to him completely.

Buy It Now! Having Patience

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Coming Soon! Badcock by Debra Glass

Coming soon from Ellora's Cave - A new historical by Debra Glass!

Badcock


“Your money ... or your wife!”

When her fiancé trades her for an heirloom ring to a masked highwayman who holds up their coach on a desolate country road, Sophia Astley is hurt and shocked. It soon becomes strikingly apparent to Sophia that she is the true gem the masked marauder seeks and intrigued, she willingly submits to every tantalizing taboo he metes out to her.

Disguised as a highwayman, Jack Badcock, Earl of Stafford, thinks he is acting out the fantasies of a woman he knows only through lurid letters. As he tames his captive with blindfolds, sensual spankings and an alluring array of torrid toys, she plays her role as the abducted, submissive virgin convincingly—too convincingly.

By the time Jack uncovers his fantasy lover’s true identity, it’s far, far too late.

History for the taking ~ Debra Glass

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Erotic Romance Author Debra Glass Speaking At The Southern Magic Romance Writers Chapter Saturday, February 28, 2009



Erotic romance author, Debra Glass, will be speaking on writing love scenes this Saturday, February 28, 2009 at the Southern Magic RWA Chapter in Birmingham, Alabama, with a Q&A session to follow. The meeting starts at noon and will be held at the Homewood Public Library.


Check out their website for more details or to join Southern Magic.



Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Restraint by Debra Glass Releases June 27 from Ellora's Cave





Restraint by Debra Glass, is now available at Ellora's Cave!
Click here to buy!




Once renowned for training frigid wives and shy mistresses in the art of love making, Thomas Collins has been approached by the Duke of Wallingford to train his bashful fiancee. The Duke has but one request. Thomas is to save the cherry for him.
Much to an unwitting Catherine's surprise, she finds herself blindfolded and bound to a bed, bound to a stranger she knows only by touch and bound for the love of a lifetime.
But when Thomas sets out to train Catherine to respond to any and everything the sadistic Duke might have in store for her, he discovers he must employ every ounce of restraint he possesses to keep from bedding the lovely captive who has stolen his heart.


Excerpt:


“Do not be afraid, Lady Catherine. You will not be harmed.”



The reassuring, resonant voice did little to alleviate her fears. She swallowed. Her mind raced with possibilities, all of which were bad. She was naked. Totally naked. And totally at the mercy of this stranger. And all too aware that whoever he was, he could see everything. Everything.
Despite her state of undress, she refused to show her fear. She would not. She would bargain with her captor and secure her release when he discovered her lofty connections. She jerked her chin toward the voice. “My fiance is the Duke of Wallingford. I’m certain he will pay an exorbitant amount for my release.”



“Your fiance is who sent you to me.” The voice was low and velvety.



Catherine froze. Chills swept down her body. “I don’t believe you.”



But even as she uttered the words, she thought back over what had happened—the odd gleam in Robert’s eyes, the encouragement to finish her drink. It all made perfect, horrific sense.



The bed sank and she felt a hard thigh encased in rough linen press against hers. Panic surged. Her captor’s heat radiated through his clothing, making her all too conscious of how vulnerable she was.



The idea that this man—this stranger—was looking upon her filled her with emotions she did not comprehend. Fear, alarm and, strangely, excitement thrummed through her naked body.
“Robert tells me you are unresponsive to his romantic overtures. He wants me to teach you.”



Catherine gasped. A hot blush of shame rushed to her cheeks followed quickly by a burst of anger. She tensed against the bonds. “Sir, I am first and foremost a lady. I will not submit to such a dreadful thing!”



“Very well. I will not do anything you do not want me to do.”



She relaxed but only a little. She was still unclothed and tied and veritably at this man’s mercy. The idea of it was nearly overwhelming. It was intolerable.


“Untie me. Give me my clothes,” she said, jerking her chin at her unseen captor.



“No.”


“But—”


“I said I would not do anything you didn’t want me to do. But I will not untie you. Your fiance has retained me to teach you for two weeks.”



“You cannot leave me here for two weeks!” The panic that filled her voice surprised her. How dare Robert do this to her! How dare he!



She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall. She hated him. More than ever, she hated him.



Her parents had arranged her marriage to him and she had reluctantly consented after discovering that her father was practically destitute and on the verge of losing everything. It was her duty to marry him. Still, she had never dreamed Robert would stoop to such depths.



He had always been impatient and eager when they were alone together. And thus far, she had thwarted his attempts to kiss and fondle her.



Sex was something shameful. Something she did not want to think about. And dear Lord, she had never been unclothed this long in her life. In this condition, she could not bear for this strange man to be in the same room with her any longer.



She tried to swallow against the lump in her throat. “Please don’t do this. Please release me.”



“I will,” he said and her heart leapt. Only to come crashing back down when he uttered, “In two weeks, Catherine.”






Click here to read a review of Restraint

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Restraint by Debra Glass Coming June 2008


Restraint
Author: Debra Glass
Release Date: June 27, 2008
ISBN: 9781419915840
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Once renowned for training frigid wives and shy mistresses in the art of love making, Thomas Collins has been approached by the Duke of Wallingford to train his bashful fiancée. The Duke has but one request. Thomas is to save the cherry for him.


Much to an unwitting Catherine's surprise, she finds herself blindfolded and bound to a bed, bound to a stranger she knows only by touch and bound for the love of a lifetime.


But when Thomas sets out to train Catherine to respond to any and everything the sadistic Duke might have in store for her, he discovers he must employ every ounce of restraint he possesses to keep from bedding the lovely captive who has stolen his heart.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Gatekeeper by Debra Glass


How can a heart still love once it stops beating?



Imprint: Ellora’s Cave
Gatekeeper by Debra Glass
Release date: 4/4/08
Genre: Paranormal
ISBN: 9781419914850
Price: $5.95
http://www.ellorascave.com/index.asp

When the evil shadow ghosts known as soul collectors haunted her childhood nightmares, Nashville PD criminal profiler Jillian Drew did everything possible to turn her back on her psychic abilities. But now her eccentric sister has been abducted, and nothing in her criminology background has prepared Jillian for that tragedy—or for Benton Smith, the powerful and devastatingly attractive ghost of a Civil War officer and the only witness to Amy’s abduction.

Fearful of the brazen specter, Jillian nevertheless needs him. Benton is her Gatekeeper, a spirit sworn to protect her from the soul collectors, who attack each time she unleashes her long-dormant psychic senses in an attempt to find her sister.

Yet she must somehow keep the devilishly seductive spirit at arm’s length, for Benton’s soul is at stake—and succumbing to his desires could have dangerous consequences for them both.

Excerpt:

A little twinge of jealousy that Amy was so comfortable entertaining spirits passed through Jillian. She sat frozen, staring, her gaze riveted to the ghost’s. Absolutely beguiling from his unruly dark hair down to his spurred black boots, he had undoubtedly broken many a Southern belle’s heart in his day. Despite his slightly faded appearance, his features were those of a young man. His eyes, however, revealed something hard and jaded, reflecting the horrors he had no doubt witnessed during the war. It lent him a maturity beyond his years. The conflicting façade only made him that much more attractive but Jillian quickly reminded herself she was no Southern belle and he was no flesh-and-blood man.

He gestured toward the chair. “Do you mind, madam?”

“Please sit,” she offered, slightly disconcerted that he’d called her on her lack of manners. But even given that, she couldn’t believe she was doing this—asking a ghost to sit down and have a conversation with her.

The chair slid back seemingly of its own accord to accommodate his long, lean form. He sat, his body consuming the metal chair. He folded his arms and crossed his ankles.
Jillian swallowed and tamped down the eerie knowledge that the man sitting across from her was dead. But he might very well be the only witness to her sister’s disappearance.

Or he might very well be the reason Amy had disappeared.

She took a deep breath and steeled herself. “Did you see what happened to my sister?”

His gaze raked her again in unconcealed appraisal. Jillian shrank back farther into the chair. He maintained their proximity, leaning forward slightly. His gaze remained locked with hers while his long index finger traced the faded checkerboard pattern on the table. “I find it hard to believe that little gypsy fortuneteller is your sister.”

Jillian was becoming impatient. She had always hated ghosts. She hated looking at them. She hated their unpredictable behavior. And this one was no exception. He was being difficult on purpose. Still, he was her only link to finding Amy. “Please. My sister has been…abducted.” Even saying the word caused a lump to surge in her throat. “I need to find her.”

His eyes softened as if some long-ago memory had surfaced. “She was releasing me when it happened. I tried to warn her. Someone struck her in the head and dragged her away.” How could he be so matter-of-fact about this? But then he added, “Madam, I apologize that I cannot be of more service to you…”

Her gaze dropped to the three wreathed stars on his upright collar. A dark stain marred the shoulder of his frock coat. Blood? Had he been wounded? Is that how he died? It didn’t matter. He’d been a witness to her sister’s abduction. She returned her gaze to his. “So you saw the man who took her?”

His brow furrowed. “My dear, I saw someone but the person was covered from head to toe.”
Frustration drove her to strike the table with her fist. She felt helpless and she hated it. Besides, she had lifted the veil to a world she had long since turned her back on. What if these spooks started coming to her like they had when she was a scared little girl? She shuddered at the thought.

And then the unthinkable happened.

The ghost reached across the table and before Jillian could move, he placed his hand over hers. Her breath froze in her lungs. She was too terrified to move. Instead, she could only gape at his faded hand on her flesh. None of them had ever touched her before. She stiffened at the cool but solid energy emanating from his touch. Her gaze darted from their hands to his clouded gray eyes. He had meant it as a comforting gesture—it was anything but. “Please don’t touch me,” she blurted.

The ghost stared for another agonizing heartbeat before he slowly withdrew his hand. His expression turned cool, unreadable. And then a smug smile revealed a deep dimple at the corner of his mouth. “Madam, you act as if this is the first time we have ever touched.”

Monday, February 4, 2008

Restraint by Debra Glass

Restraint by Debra Glass
Release date: June 27, 2008
http://www.ellorascave.com/index.asp

Once renowned for training frigid wives and shy mistresses in the art of love making, Thomas Collins has been approached by the Duke of Wallingford to train his frigid fiancée. The Duke has but one request. Thomas is to save the cherry for him.

Much to an unwitting Catherine's surprise, she finds herself blindfolded and bound to a bed, bound to a stranger she knows only by touch and bound for the love of a lifetime.

But when Thomas sets out to train Catherine to respond to any and everything the sadistic Duke might have in store for her, he discovers he must employ every ounce of restraint he possesses to keep from bedding the lovely captive who has stolen his heart.
excerpt:
“Do not be afraid, Lady Catherine. You will not be harmed.”
The reassuring, resonant voice did little to alleviate her fears. She swallowed. Her mind raced with possibilities, all of which were bad. She was naked. Totally naked. And totally at the mercy of this stranger. And all too aware that whoever he was, he could see everything. Everything.
Despite her state of undress, she refused to show her fear. She would not. She would bargain with her captor and secure her release when he discovered her lofty connections. She jerked her chin toward the voice. “My fiancé is the Duke of Wallingford. I’m certain he will pay an exorbitant amount for my release.”
“Your fiancé is who sent you to me.” The voice was low and velvety.
Catherine froze. Chills swept down her body. “I don’t believe you.”
But even as she uttered the words, she thought back over what had happened—the odd gleam in Robert’s eyes, the encouragement to finish her drink. It all made perfect, horrific sense.
The bed sank and she felt a hard thigh encased in rough linen press against hers. Panic surged. Her captor’s heat radiated through his clothing, making her all too conscious of how vulnerable she was.
The idea that this man—this stranger—was looking upon her filled her with emotions she did not comprehend. Fear, alarm and, strangely, excitement thrummed through her naked body.
“Robert tells me you are unresponsive to his romantic overtures. He wants me to teach you.”
Catherine gasped. A hot blush of shame rushed to her cheeks followed quickly by a burst of anger. She tensed against the bonds. “Sir, I am first and foremost a lady. I will not submit to such a dreadful thing!”
“Very well. I will not do anything you do not want me to do.”
She relaxed but only a little. She was still unclothed and tied and veritably at this man’s mercy. The idea of it was nearly overwhelming. It was intolerable.
“Untie me. Give me my clothes,” she said, jerking her chin at her unseen captor.
“No.”
“But—”
“I said I would not do anything you didn’t want me to do. But I will not untie you. Your fiancé has retained me to teach you for two weeks.”
“You cannot leave me here for two weeks!” The panic that filled her voice surprised her. How dare Robert do this to her! How dare he!
She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall. She hated him. More than ever, she hated him.
Her parents had arranged her marriage to him and she had reluctantly consented after discovering that her father was practically destitute and on the verge of losing everything. It was her duty to marry him. Still, she had never dreamed Robert would stoop to such depths.
He had always been impatient and eager when they were alone together. And thus far, she had thwarted his attempts to kiss and fondle her.
Sex was something shameful. Something she did not want to think about. And dear Lord, she had never been unclothed this long in her life. In this condition, she could not bear for this strange man to be in the same room with her any longer.
She tried to swallow against the lump in her throat. “Please don’t do this. Please release me.”
“I will,” he said and her heart leapt. Only to come crashing back down when he uttered, “In two weeks, Catherine.”