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Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Saturday, 27 March 2010
New DCL print novels!
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Monday, 18 January 2010
LASR Best Book of the Week Poll/Seasons of Love Review
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Tuesday, 5 January 2010
New CTR Review of Season of Love by DCL's contemporary romance books authors
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Monday, 28 December 2009
Monday, 21 December 2009
New DCL Christmas Releases!
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Wednesday, 2 December 2009
New Release! Love for Christmas by DCL's Contemporary Romance Books Author Kate Hofman
Changing from her travel clothes to narrow black velvet trousers, worn with a brown cashmere V-neck sweater and black kid ballet slippers, she quickly brushed her soft, blonde hair into its natural curls, and put some pink lip-gloss on. Now, she felt ready for l’heure bleue. She admitted ruefully that its name—the blue hour—suited her mood better than any ‘happy hour’. Willing her sad thoughts away, she put a determined smile on her face and quickly walked down a wide, curving stairway to the first floor. As she descended, she saw a number of people milling about the great hall, stopping here to chat, moving over to another group. She frowned. If l’heure bleue was this busy, there would be little chance of a seat in the bar. Still, she was going to try. She wanted to hear the guitarist.
The moment she entered the Bar Intime, various unattached men tried to attract her attention.
“Chérie, par ici” – over here, honey.
“Vous alors, si jolie et blonde, venez ici” – You there, so pretty and blonde, come here.
“Viens ici, ma p’tite, faisons l’amour…” Come here, let’s make love.
At that moment, a tall, dark man, seated opposite the last speaker, got to his feet. Staring the man down with utter disdain, he said, “You will speak to this lady with the utmost respect, is that clear?”
Eloïse felt her heart stand still. Nick.
The man who had so audaciously suggested he make love to Eloïse, seemed to shrink within himself, mumbling, “I din’t mean nuthin’ by it, juss a joke.”
“A joke in very poor taste,” Nick replied, breaking through the cluster of men who were staring at Eloïse. He slowly walked over to her, stopping in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her, missing nothing.
“Thank you,” she said hesitantly, “but what are you doing here? A quiet village in the Laurentians isn’t your scene. Did your wife talk you into this?” At the thought of Monique, Nick’s secretary-researche r, who had broken up the happy marriage she’d believed she had with her husband, her voice cracked, and her eyes flashed.
Calmly, Nick replied, “I’m no longer married. My wife divorced me, as you well know. I am here for a rest—I’ve been working too hard. What are you doing here, Ellie? This place is a bit expensive for a woman who refused her husband’s offer of alimony, coldly rejecting his efforts to make her financially comfortable. Are you waiting for your current boyfriend to join you?”
Deeply offended by the contempt in Nick’s tone, Ellie shook her blonde curls back from her face. “Not that it’s any of your business, but after the way you made me suffer in our marriage, I’m not likely to give another man a shot at making me equally unhappy.” Realizing her lips were trembling, she pressed them together, hoping Nick wouldn’t realize how vulnerable she still was to him. Turning away, she said, “I won’t remain here, that man was way out of line. I’m going back to my room.”
“Because of that common slob? I think he should leave, Ellie, not you.” Behind him, he heard the other men berating their buddy who had spoken so crudely to Ellie. At last, one of the men addressed himself to Nick.
“No need for the lady to leave. Marcel is going, right now.” They hospitably opened their circle, offering Ellie a seat at the bar. Nick did not resume his seat on the opposite side, he remained standing close by Ellie. “Let us buy you and the lady a drink to show you we are not like Marcel,” one of the men offered.
Nick shook his head. “That was immediately obvious to me. No, let me buy you guys a drink, you’ve been so kind, making your rude friend leave, so that Madame can feel comfortable here. Thank you.” He turned to the bartender. “Bartender? Drinks for these gentlemen, and a slushy margarita for the lady, please.”
The bartender nodded, and one of the men said, “Ah, you know the lady well enough to order her drink. Small wonder you defended her.”
“We used to be married,” said Nick briefly. He was amused at the gasp of surprise his words evoked.
The guitarist entered to a scattering of applause, and began to play a soft melody with a Bossa Nova rhythm. Ellie was grateful to have a few moments to herself. Nick… here. Defending me, and now he’s standing behind me. He seems to be alone… Does that mean he never married Monique, after all? Or are they divorced already? Dare I ask him…?
The barman placed the slushy margarita in front of Ellie, and began to serve the other drinks Nick had ordered. Nick slowly moved closer to the bar, until he was right beside Ellie. Lifting the vodka-tonic he had been carrying, he toasted Ellie, saying, “To a most unexpected and welcome meeting.” Ellie took a deep breath, grateful when their privacy was interrupted by the men Nick had bought drinks for. They were toasting him and Ellie smilingly. When Nick responded, she smiled at the men.
Then they were alone again. Alone with their broken marriage, in the midst of a sea of happy, cheerful people.
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The moment she entered the Bar Intime, various unattached men tried to attract her attention.
“Chérie, par ici” – over here, honey.
“Vous alors, si jolie et blonde, venez ici” – You there, so pretty and blonde, come here.
“Viens ici, ma p’tite, faisons l’amour…” Come here, let’s make love.
At that moment, a tall, dark man, seated opposite the last speaker, got to his feet. Staring the man down with utter disdain, he said, “You will speak to this lady with the utmost respect, is that clear?”
Eloïse felt her heart stand still. Nick.
The man who had so audaciously suggested he make love to Eloïse, seemed to shrink within himself, mumbling, “I din’t mean nuthin’ by it, juss a joke.”
“A joke in very poor taste,” Nick replied, breaking through the cluster of men who were staring at Eloïse. He slowly walked over to her, stopping in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her, missing nothing.
“Thank you,” she said hesitantly, “but what are you doing here? A quiet village in the Laurentians isn’t your scene. Did your wife talk you into this?” At the thought of Monique, Nick’s secretary-researche r, who had broken up the happy marriage she’d believed she had with her husband, her voice cracked, and her eyes flashed.
Calmly, Nick replied, “I’m no longer married. My wife divorced me, as you well know. I am here for a rest—I’ve been working too hard. What are you doing here, Ellie? This place is a bit expensive for a woman who refused her husband’s offer of alimony, coldly rejecting his efforts to make her financially comfortable. Are you waiting for your current boyfriend to join you?”
Deeply offended by the contempt in Nick’s tone, Ellie shook her blonde curls back from her face. “Not that it’s any of your business, but after the way you made me suffer in our marriage, I’m not likely to give another man a shot at making me equally unhappy.” Realizing her lips were trembling, she pressed them together, hoping Nick wouldn’t realize how vulnerable she still was to him. Turning away, she said, “I won’t remain here, that man was way out of line. I’m going back to my room.”
“Because of that common slob? I think he should leave, Ellie, not you.” Behind him, he heard the other men berating their buddy who had spoken so crudely to Ellie. At last, one of the men addressed himself to Nick.
“No need for the lady to leave. Marcel is going, right now.” They hospitably opened their circle, offering Ellie a seat at the bar. Nick did not resume his seat on the opposite side, he remained standing close by Ellie. “Let us buy you and the lady a drink to show you we are not like Marcel,” one of the men offered.
Nick shook his head. “That was immediately obvious to me. No, let me buy you guys a drink, you’ve been so kind, making your rude friend leave, so that Madame can feel comfortable here. Thank you.” He turned to the bartender. “Bartender? Drinks for these gentlemen, and a slushy margarita for the lady, please.”
The bartender nodded, and one of the men said, “Ah, you know the lady well enough to order her drink. Small wonder you defended her.”
“We used to be married,” said Nick briefly. He was amused at the gasp of surprise his words evoked.
The guitarist entered to a scattering of applause, and began to play a soft melody with a Bossa Nova rhythm. Ellie was grateful to have a few moments to herself. Nick… here. Defending me, and now he’s standing behind me. He seems to be alone… Does that mean he never married Monique, after all? Or are they divorced already? Dare I ask him…?
The barman placed the slushy margarita in front of Ellie, and began to serve the other drinks Nick had ordered. Nick slowly moved closer to the bar, until he was right beside Ellie. Lifting the vodka-tonic he had been carrying, he toasted Ellie, saying, “To a most unexpected and welcome meeting.” Ellie took a deep breath, grateful when their privacy was interrupted by the men Nick had bought drinks for. They were toasting him and Ellie smilingly. When Nick responded, she smiled at the men.
Then they were alone again. Alone with their broken marriage, in the midst of a sea of happy, cheerful people.
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Wednesday, 25 November 2009
New Release! Whitby: Vampires Return by DCL Author Bill Haworth
The seaside town of Whitby in the North East of England plays host to a 'Goths' festival. When two particularly gruesome murder occur rumours abound that Dracula is back to wreak havoc and distress in his old haunt. The C.I.D.decide such a case would be a great first test of their latest recruits famed skills and send Detective Clare McKee to assist the beleaguered local policehttp://www.thedarkcastlelords.com/general-fiction-novels.htm
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Within These Stone Walls is now available at Amazon.com
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Thursday, 29 October 2009
New Release! Real Men Have Fangs by DCL's Paranormal Romance Novels Author Susan Blexrud
“Mad? I’m furious!” Lauren huffed as only a vampire can, expelling a hint of purple-tinged haze into the front seat of John’s Cadillac.“Can’t you put the freaking Mafia off until the baby’s born?”
If John’s eyebrows arched any higher, they’d bump the roof. “I detect a trace of venom in your sweet breath, my love.”
“A trace? It’ll probably corrode the dashboard.” Lauren angled her body to the door, where a subsequent puff fogged the window with violet iridescence. “And you’re avoiding my question.” She tapped her foot on the zebra-patterned floor mat. “You just passed the Florida Bar exam, for Pete’s sake. Did your first client have to be the most dangerous man in Orlando?”
The air in the car was so thick with Lauren’s disapproval; John had to fan the space between them to squint at her. “Honey, I’ve had far more dangerous adversaries in my 500 years. He’s only human, after all.”
“Are you kidding? He has an army of contacts—all over the globe.” Lauren shook her head, rolled down the window and waved out some of the haze. “You think you’re safe because he doesn’t know you’re a vampire, but what if he finds out?” She looked back at John. “He’ll load his gun with silver bullets faster than you can say ‘Dracula.’”
“Lauren, I’ll be fine, and I would never put you and our baby in harm’s way.”
John reached over to touch Lauren’s tummy, which had recently blossomed with roundness.
“I am so not happy about this.” Lauren folded her arms over her bulge and chewed on her top lip. She continued to stew for a minute, building up her next head of steam. “What if he captures you and wraps you up in silver chains? Lots of help I’d be. I can’t even morph to bat form in my present condition.”
John ran a hand over Lauren’s hair. “You have to trust me.” He veered onto the entrance ramp for Interstate 4 and merged between two cars that were barely a Volkswagen length apart, let alone a Cadillac. Lauren gasped as both startled drivers laid on their horns, but John ignored them and continued to weave through the heavy traffic, creating spaces that humans couldn’t fathom.
Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. “I know I encouraged you to get your driver’s license, but reckless driving can get you a whopping fine and possible suspension.”
John laughed and then touched Lauren’s cheek. “Don’t worry; the Orlando Police are in my debt. They won’t ticket me.” John exited Interstate 4 at the Altamonte ramp and deftly wound his way through residential neighborhoods. Careening around the final curve on Palmer Avenue, he slowed just before he reached their street, Bonita Place.
“Why don’t you leave the car there?” She pointed to the circular driveway in front of their large Victorian home.
“Don’t you think I can fit it in the garage?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “Not without a crowbar. It’s a Goodwill warehouse in there. Until I get rid of the stuff from my house, there’s no room.”
John hit the button for the garage opener, and in a matter of seconds, wedged the big car between Lauren’s floral sofa and her two overstuffed chairs. “Voila!”
Lauren blew her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s the final driving lesson for you, Bubba. Next stop, NASCAR.”
“That would be fun.” John laughed. “Do you think I could drive the Viagra car?”
“Considering that’s the last drug you’d need, it’s a good cover. But I know my NASCAR, and Viagra isn’t a sponsor this year. Maybe you could drive the Prilosec car.” She couldn’t help but smile.
“For heartburn? Don’t think so.” John reached over and unbuckled Lauren’s seat belt. “The only heartburn I have is the pain of you being angry with me.” He gave her that gorgeous lopsided smile, the one he’d held in abeyance for 500 years, until he met her.
She opened her car door and swung her legs to the garage floor. Turning to look at John across the black hood, she sighed. There he stood, the sexiest, most handsome man in the universe, looking back at her with those violet eyes. He ran his tongue across his top lip. Oh, Lordy. “Sometimes you make me crazy, but I’ll love you forever, John.”
He rounded the car at vampire speed to sweep her into his arms.
“Consider this a reprieve,” Lauren said, “but only for as long as it takes me to have an orgasm.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.
“In that case, I shall take my time.” He pressed her against the door of the car and wedged his thigh between her legs.
“Squeeze,” she commanded, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that.” He pulled up her tank top and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.
As desire gripped her core, she reached to free his penis from his jeans. “Now.”
“No, I told you. I’m taking my bloody time.” He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the house.
Crackling with electricity from head to toe, she squealed when he kicked the back door open. “If you’re as anxious as I am, let’s christen the kitchen,” she said.
“Only if you promise not to dispel that purple haze, again. You’ll kill the African violets.”
“I promise,” she said.
He plunked her down, albeit gently, on the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs under her handkerchief skirt, he played in her juices for a while, and then he took her chin in his hand as he plunged into her depths with his cock. “Nothing,” he said, “nothing in the world comes close to this.”
She moved against him hungrily, but he pulled back. “Not so fast,” he said, withdrawing his penis. “Let’s give each room its due.”
Lauren’s sexual frustration mounted as John teased her nipples through the butler’s pantry, licked her clit on the living room couch, and bent her over the foyer banister to enter her briefly from behind. By the time they reached their bedroom, she was frantic with pent up desire.
“Tonight, I say when.” He carried her to the bed and then moved away from her to the Palladian window. He stood in profile, his erection prominent in the diffused light of the moon.
She swallowed hard, waiting. After a few agonizing moments, he turned to her.
“You have to trust me, Lauren. In everything.” He moved slowly to the bed and eased his hand up the inside of her thigh. “When.”* * *
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If John’s eyebrows arched any higher, they’d bump the roof. “I detect a trace of venom in your sweet breath, my love.”
“A trace? It’ll probably corrode the dashboard.” Lauren angled her body to the door, where a subsequent puff fogged the window with violet iridescence. “And you’re avoiding my question.” She tapped her foot on the zebra-patterned floor mat. “You just passed the Florida Bar exam, for Pete’s sake. Did your first client have to be the most dangerous man in Orlando?”
The air in the car was so thick with Lauren’s disapproval; John had to fan the space between them to squint at her. “Honey, I’ve had far more dangerous adversaries in my 500 years. He’s only human, after all.”
“Are you kidding? He has an army of contacts—all over the globe.” Lauren shook her head, rolled down the window and waved out some of the haze. “You think you’re safe because he doesn’t know you’re a vampire, but what if he finds out?” She looked back at John. “He’ll load his gun with silver bullets faster than you can say ‘Dracula.’”
“Lauren, I’ll be fine, and I would never put you and our baby in harm’s way.”
John reached over to touch Lauren’s tummy, which had recently blossomed with roundness.
“I am so not happy about this.” Lauren folded her arms over her bulge and chewed on her top lip. She continued to stew for a minute, building up her next head of steam. “What if he captures you and wraps you up in silver chains? Lots of help I’d be. I can’t even morph to bat form in my present condition.”
John ran a hand over Lauren’s hair. “You have to trust me.” He veered onto the entrance ramp for Interstate 4 and merged between two cars that were barely a Volkswagen length apart, let alone a Cadillac. Lauren gasped as both startled drivers laid on their horns, but John ignored them and continued to weave through the heavy traffic, creating spaces that humans couldn’t fathom.
Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. “I know I encouraged you to get your driver’s license, but reckless driving can get you a whopping fine and possible suspension.”
John laughed and then touched Lauren’s cheek. “Don’t worry; the Orlando Police are in my debt. They won’t ticket me.” John exited Interstate 4 at the Altamonte ramp and deftly wound his way through residential neighborhoods. Careening around the final curve on Palmer Avenue, he slowed just before he reached their street, Bonita Place.
“Why don’t you leave the car there?” She pointed to the circular driveway in front of their large Victorian home.
“Don’t you think I can fit it in the garage?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “Not without a crowbar. It’s a Goodwill warehouse in there. Until I get rid of the stuff from my house, there’s no room.”
John hit the button for the garage opener, and in a matter of seconds, wedged the big car between Lauren’s floral sofa and her two overstuffed chairs. “Voila!”
Lauren blew her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s the final driving lesson for you, Bubba. Next stop, NASCAR.”
“That would be fun.” John laughed. “Do you think I could drive the Viagra car?”
“Considering that’s the last drug you’d need, it’s a good cover. But I know my NASCAR, and Viagra isn’t a sponsor this year. Maybe you could drive the Prilosec car.” She couldn’t help but smile.
“For heartburn? Don’t think so.” John reached over and unbuckled Lauren’s seat belt. “The only heartburn I have is the pain of you being angry with me.” He gave her that gorgeous lopsided smile, the one he’d held in abeyance for 500 years, until he met her.
She opened her car door and swung her legs to the garage floor. Turning to look at John across the black hood, she sighed. There he stood, the sexiest, most handsome man in the universe, looking back at her with those violet eyes. He ran his tongue across his top lip. Oh, Lordy. “Sometimes you make me crazy, but I’ll love you forever, John.”
He rounded the car at vampire speed to sweep her into his arms.
“Consider this a reprieve,” Lauren said, “but only for as long as it takes me to have an orgasm.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.
“In that case, I shall take my time.” He pressed her against the door of the car and wedged his thigh between her legs.
“Squeeze,” she commanded, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that.” He pulled up her tank top and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.
As desire gripped her core, she reached to free his penis from his jeans. “Now.”
“No, I told you. I’m taking my bloody time.” He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the house.
Crackling with electricity from head to toe, she squealed when he kicked the back door open. “If you’re as anxious as I am, let’s christen the kitchen,” she said.
“Only if you promise not to dispel that purple haze, again. You’ll kill the African violets.”
“I promise,” she said.
He plunked her down, albeit gently, on the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs under her handkerchief skirt, he played in her juices for a while, and then he took her chin in his hand as he plunged into her depths with his cock. “Nothing,” he said, “nothing in the world comes close to this.”
She moved against him hungrily, but he pulled back. “Not so fast,” he said, withdrawing his penis. “Let’s give each room its due.”
Lauren’s sexual frustration mounted as John teased her nipples through the butler’s pantry, licked her clit on the living room couch, and bent her over the foyer banister to enter her briefly from behind. By the time they reached their bedroom, she was frantic with pent up desire.
“Tonight, I say when.” He carried her to the bed and then moved away from her to the Palladian window. He stood in profile, his erection prominent in the diffused light of the moon.
She swallowed hard, waiting. After a few agonizing moments, he turned to her.
“You have to trust me, Lauren. In everything.” He moved slowly to the bed and eased his hand up the inside of her thigh. “When.”* * *
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Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Her Noble Destiny Two Lips Review
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Monday, 7 September 2009
Saturday, 29 August 2009
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Saturday, 22 August 2009
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Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Review for Opposites Attract
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Friday, 29 May 2009
Historical Romance Novels author Miriam Newman presents Spirit Awakened
In the twilight, Caln hunkered on his thighs perhaps ten feet from the girl, feeding her pieces of beefsteak that she picked off his knife. Usually he had venison, but a brainless young heifer had broken a leg and he had been forced to cut her throat. For the moment, he had rare and precious beef which he cut into pieces from a platter on the ground beside him. He would not give the platter to the girl, but made her stay, dependent on him for each bite. It was a subtle lesson. He would feed her, but only on his terms.
She had pretty eyes, not the usual blue or gray of Westenian girls. There was barely enough to light to see that hers were hazel-green, the color of growing things, and watched him warily.
“You shouldn’t try to go up the cliff in the dark,” he said, feeding her. Although she gave no indication that she could understand him, he was convinced that she did. Why she didn’t answer was another matter. But he was satisfied just to have someone to talk to and he laughed gently at her look of discomfort.
“Yes, I know you live in the cave,” he confirmed. “We all know you’re there, but unless you steal from the other farms, they won’t trouble you. I don’t care if you steal from me. I have enough. But the others are very poor. If they catch you, they’ll abuse you and take you downriver to the town where your people are living. It’s not a nice place. You should stay close to here. Tonight, you may sleep in the barn. I will give you a blanket. You can go when you want to.”
“Or you can sleep in the cabin if you like,” he added, oh, so off-handedly. She gave him such a wry look that he knew then she understood his speech. She understood everything.
“I know men have hurt you,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
The girl sat with her back against the tree, regarding him steadily. Chica, beefsteak, the offer of a blanket…and a bed. She had finished the steak and she stood up, in a defensive posture.
Caln smiled. “I will bring you a blanket.”
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She had pretty eyes, not the usual blue or gray of Westenian girls. There was barely enough to light to see that hers were hazel-green, the color of growing things, and watched him warily.
“You shouldn’t try to go up the cliff in the dark,” he said, feeding her. Although she gave no indication that she could understand him, he was convinced that she did. Why she didn’t answer was another matter. But he was satisfied just to have someone to talk to and he laughed gently at her look of discomfort.
“Yes, I know you live in the cave,” he confirmed. “We all know you’re there, but unless you steal from the other farms, they won’t trouble you. I don’t care if you steal from me. I have enough. But the others are very poor. If they catch you, they’ll abuse you and take you downriver to the town where your people are living. It’s not a nice place. You should stay close to here. Tonight, you may sleep in the barn. I will give you a blanket. You can go when you want to.”
“Or you can sleep in the cabin if you like,” he added, oh, so off-handedly. She gave him such a wry look that he knew then she understood his speech. She understood everything.
“I know men have hurt you,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
The girl sat with her back against the tree, regarding him steadily. Chica, beefsteak, the offer of a blanket…and a bed. She had finished the steak and she stood up, in a defensive posture.
Caln smiled. “I will bring you a blanket.”
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