Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Valentine's Day--Here are a few treats!

Happy Valentine's Day! In honor of this day to celebrate our love for each other, I would like to give you a few treats!

So, today, I am going to spotlight my stories that have a Valentine's Day setting. While this day isn't an official holiday, and many people balk at it for its over-commercialism, I think it is good to designate one day to talk about and celebrate love.

Sure, we should celebrate love every day--and some of us do. It is still nice to take a day to focus on it.

The first Valentine's Day story I ever wrote is THE CONCIERGE.
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Blurb: After ten years of marriage, Tamika is excited about this year’s Valentine’s Day gift. Instead of the usual repetitive trinkets of roses, chocolates and lace, her husband, Ron, sweeps her away to Las Vegas.

Anxious to indulge every delectable delight the city has to offer, Tamika pounces on the opportunities for fun. Yet she doesn’t clear the hotel room before Vegas sets an offer upon her doorstep-the concierge. Attraction to the Chinese concierge is undeniable and–unattainable. For although it wouldn’t be the first time she and Ron have shared their bed with someone else, Tamika knows a male wouldn’t be welcomed-not by Ron. So, she shoves her lustful longings down deep and struggles to hide her cravings for the concierge

Unbeknownst to Tamika, Ron has noticed her attraction to the other man, and soon sets about giving her a Valentine’s Day gift so extraordinary, Tamika, nor he, will soon forget.

Another Valentine Day's story, NATIVE HEARTS, is like THE CONCIERGE in that it is unconventional, and yet, sexy and loving. Just like in the previously mentioned story, the couple have been together awhile, and are looking for a Valentine's Day that isn't the same old thing.

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Blurb: Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.

Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.

THE CONCIERGE takes place in Las Vegas. My other story, LASSO A LOVER: NATIVE HEARTS, also takes place in Sin City. Like Tamika and Ron, Lee and Tank are doing something unconventional--going to a Freak Party.

This book is the first in the Native Hearts series.

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Blurb: Lee Stone’s regular trips to Las Vegas have always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante’s annual freak party. She didn’t know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover.

Tank Begaye’s annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. For over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the Sins Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante’s costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to lasso a lover.

Of course I have other stories, but these two focus on Valentine's Day in particular. If you have read them, please post comments below and if you haven't read them, by all means, check them out. NATIVE HEARTS is on sale for .99! It's the second book in my Native Hearts series, so you may want to get LASSO A LOVER, if you haven't read it.

Happy Valentine's Day!


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