Here's the new cover for my debut novel THE NAKED GROOM - this really gives a better feel for the book!
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
New cover for THE NAKED GROOM
Here's the new cover for my debut novel THE NAKED GROOM - this really gives a better feel for the book!
Thursday, October 30, 2014
A SKYLAR DRAKE MYSTERY
Southern California 1955: the summer Disneyland opened,
but even “The Happiest Place on Earth” couldn't hide the smell
of dirty cops, corruption and... murder.
Will Zeilinger teams up with Janet Elizabeth Lynn to take you
back to the golden days of Hollywood and a gruesome murder that
only former LAPD detective, Skylar Drake can solve.
SLIVERS OF GLASS is scheduled for release in December 2014.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
This week I am featuring SOUTH OF THE PIER by Janet Elizabeth Lynn
Short Book Synopsis:
Palmer Railton, a well known
lobbyist, is brutally murdered on his doorstep resulting in a media frenzy. Meantime,
his excited fiancée, Camille Brewster calls Connie Cane, her twin sister, to
tell her of Palmer’s wedding proposal, the huge ruby engagement ring, and a
dozen red roses. Connie, former CSI, must keep her devastated, cute-ass sister
from getting killed after involving herself in the murder investigation.
Kidnapped, Camille tries to seduce
her way to freedom but ends up stranded in a Guatemalan jail with an Interpol
agent who holds the key to her freedom. Wounded during a gun battle, Connie
tries to free her sister. The murderer is caught and arrested leaving Camille
free to plan Palmer’s funeral with hi’s estranged grandmother. The final clue
is in Connie’s hands when she realizes they have the wrong person in jail.
Excerpt:
The moon was rising in the east. Detective
Marcello Prado got out of his unmarked Mercury Marauder. The sweet ocean air
filled his head. A crowd of onlookers had already gathered around the stark
crime scene tape that encircled the Spanish style apartment building. He ducked
under the tape and walked up the steps through the tropical plants and trees
that crowded the courtyard. The Police floodlights and a trickling fountain
made the front door of apartment THREE look like a Hollywood premiere.
“Whatcha got, Jim?”
“Well, he's still warm.”
The body of a man dressed in a yellow polo
shirt and dark brown slacks laid face up on the parquet floor. Vacant black
eyes stared at him through the glass top coffee table. Marcello scanned the
room. He noticed a potted fichus tree on the floor across the man's legs. Blood
had pooled under the table and flowed along the floor.
“Someone was in a hurry to get out of here.”
Marcello spun around as a petite brunette popped up from behind a chair.
“Hello, Detective.”
“Don’t just pop up like that, you startled me.
Who are you?”
“Sorry. I'm CS Investigator Kyra Dennis. I found
a footprint in the blood by the fireplace.”
“From the looks of things,” Jim continued,
“the shooting must've happened about two to three hours ago. Two shots to the
chest, front entry. One probably in the center of his heart. No blood trail, so
it happened here.”
“Looks like Mr. Railton was a silent movie
buff.”
Jim
stood, “Are you kidding?”
“So you’re an old movie buff too?” Kyra added.
“They just don’t make them like they use to”. Jim crossed the room to examine a double
poster display. "If these two posters are original, they are worth a small
fortune at best. Metropolis, 1927, the movie all science fictions are based on.
Look, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and Blade Runner too.”
Marcello was listening carefully, “Can’t be a
motive for robbery, they’re still here.”
“If, in fact, they are originals,” Jim added.
“It could be.”
“I'll check on it.” Kyra held out the dead
man's wallet. Detective Prado pulled an evidence bag out of his pocket.
She nodded toward the body, “The victim is a
Palmer Railton - looks like he was ready to leave on a trip. Luggage and
airline tickets to D.C. are on the sofa.”
Marcello figured her for a newbie with the
crime lab. She was too precise and enthusiastic for a seasoned investigator.
“Someone didn't want him to leave.” Marcello looked
at the body. “Can you do something with his eyes, Jim? I'm getting creeped
out.”
“Looks like a nine millimeter,” Jim held up an
empty shell casing. “I would have thought you’d be used to stuff like this,
Prado.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I never get used
to people hurting each other.”
Kyra went back to take photos of items
scattered across the floor. There was a crumpled twenty dollar bill, an empty
velvet ring box and one gaudy cloisonné earring.
"A woman was definitely here.” She shook
her head as she examined the earring and placed it into its own evidence
envelope. "Whoever it was, they have awful taste. I hope I can get some
DNA. Clip-ons aren't as easy to get DNA as pierced earrings. But maybe I can
lift a print.”
“Why do you women hang stuff from their ears
in the first place?” Marcello asked. “I mean, whose idea was that?”
Kyra looked up from the viewfinder in her
camera, “Probably some man. The same guy who came up with stilettos." She
smiled, "Actually earrings are intended to frame a woman's face - y'know,
to take a guy's attention away from our chest.”
“Detective,” their exchange was disturbed by a
uniformed officer, accompanied by a beautiful brunette with sad eyes.
“This lady has something to say you may want
to hear.”
Bio
Janet Elizabeth Lynn:
I was born in Queens,
and raised in Long Island, New York until I was 12 years old. Then my family
left the freezing winters and hurricanes to the warmth and casual life style of
Los Angeles.
It has always been my
dream to write novels. Finally, in 2001 I decided that if I don’t try I’ll
never know. After many classes and seminars, much blood and sweat my first
novel was published. South of the Pier in 2011. That was it, I
can’t seem to stop writing and researching.
Important places to find me:
Twitter https://twitter.com/JanetLynn4
Website: www.janetlynnauthor.com
e-mail: janet_lynn51@yahoo.com
Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DznY4XBw-dY
Monday, August 11, 2014
This week I am featuring SHADOWS OF THE PAST by Carmen Stefanescu
Here's a little about SHADOWS OF THE PAST
Anne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment.
Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
Excerpt:
"Come, we should
leave at once," she said and glanced nervously over her shoulder.
"Something terrible happened after you left for town. I think the Abbess
found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan's cabin is no longer a secret. We
have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us even as we speak. I
think the Abbess, or one of her 'friends,' is hovering somewhere nearby and
listening to every word."
Andrew pulled Genevieve
to his chest. "Do you regret you've come with me?"
Passion smothered
Genevieve's doubt and guilt. "Never," she answered, aware of her
body's response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.
Calming
the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she
was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, "Never."
With her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became,
for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of
the invisible vicious threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be
alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.
"Oh, God. Please forgive me," Andrew muttered under
his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate
first kiss.
Genevieve's spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat when, a
couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a knot
strangers.
… . . .
Tears welled in Anne's eyes, blurring her vision. She
couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping into her heart. This
should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least, contentment. She was with
Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together should, very likely, bring
their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached from where she stood?
Anne shivered. Why the
deep feeling of having seen this place, this forest before? And why the eerie
sensation of being present here only in the body, while her mind was far away?
Away from the forest.
Away from Neil, the man
who'd betrayed her trust and her love.
An
onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent
feeling of unreality suffocated her.
Anne edged cautiously
closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot tapped the edge. It seemed solid.
She stared into the darkness of the abyss at her feet. It echoed the shadows in
her heart. An unusual curiosity took
hold of her. Should she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones?
Another mystery? The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became
almost palpable. The vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth.
Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.
Megan's face contorted, the voice no longer pleasant. A hoarse gurgle,
spluttering distorted words, "Yes, come... I'm waiting... I've been
waiting for you for such a long time..."
Author bio:
Carmen
Stefanescu was born in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire
Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just
speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led
someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.
Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.
She
has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote
during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s
regime in 1989 and the opening of the country to the world meant a new
beginning for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in
English.
Carmen Stefanescu's Site:
http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/
Buy Link: Amazon
Buy Link: Barnes & Noble
Monday, August 4, 2014
This week I am featuring INVISIBLE by L.A. Remenicky
A little about INVISIBLE:
They found each other. Then the killer found
them. Detective Jackson “Jax” McKenna walks into a psychologist’s office and
finds that the doctor bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lainie,
who disappeared ten years ago after their disastrous first date ended in
violence. Dr. Elizabeth Parker is really Elaine Wilson, Jax’s Lainie. She’s
been in hiding since the night that changed both their lives. Jax discovers the
truth when the killer lets Lainie know he’s found her. When Jax and Lainie go
on the run to keep Lainie safe, old feelings resurface as the killer threatens
their lives. Can Jax save Lainie and help her stay Invisible?
Author Bio:
L.A.
Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. She has
been an avid reader as long as she can remember, often disappearing with a book
when it was time to do dishes or clear the table. She
reads all genres, but her favorites are romance and horror. She started
out reading Nancy Drew and quickly graduated to adult romances. Her
favorite romance is "Moonraker's Bride" by Madeline Brent. Her
favorite author is Stephen King - She loves how he can weave a story and characters
together. She
only started writing recently after thinking about it for years, signing up for
NANOWRIMO in 2012 and winning.
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/invisible-la-remenicky/1118400613?ean=2940148265498 Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Invisible-L-Remenicky/dp/1495218538/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391887855&sr=1-1&keywords=invisible+by+l.a.+remenicky
Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/4621053
Monday, July 28, 2014
A PROMISE AT DAWN by Jane Leopold Quinn This week's featured author
ABOUT A PROMISE AT DAWN:
Their affair
was scorchingly sensual
Faye Burke, recently widowed, retreated to the coast
of Maine to grieve and reassess her future. Her favorite part of the day is
watching the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s also when the man she
considers her guilty pleasure runs along the beach.
Gil Farrelly, a successful painter, is trying to get
his career back on track after the studio fire that destroyed everything. He
starts his creative juices flowing every day by running on the beach. The
lovely woman who watches him also gets his juices flowing and he’s determined
to reinvent his career by painting her.
Faye’s combination of maturity and sensual
vulnerability intrigue Gil and he wants to immortalize her on his canvas. She’s
flattered, aroused and ultimately frightened of the emotions he incites. He
claims not to care he’s younger by twelve years but she believes sooner or
later he’ll come to his senses and seek out women his own age. Can Faye conquer
her fears? Can Gil prove to her it’s not age separating them but her fear?
EXCERPT
With a clatter of easels, boxes of
paints and glass jars of brushes, Gil set up on her porch. A stiff breeze swept
across the space but a rattan wind screen at one end did a good job of
protecting them. The day had started out cloudy and threatening rain and still
held that promise. He had work to do before he could give in to the weather.
Faye had greeted him at the door,
looking almost as adorable as she'd looked the night before. Today she wore
light makeup and left her hair loose and wavy the way he'd asked her to. Denim
cropped pants and a tight red sweater made her look like a teenager. She had to
be in her early forties but it didn't matter to him. She was very attractive no
matter her age. "Let's get started, shall we Faye?"
"Would you like some coffee or
something else to drink?"
"Not right now but I'll take
you up on that later, okay? Why don't you stand over there." He indicated
the corner of the porch. "Lean one hip on the railing." When he came
close, he was enthralled by the warm vanilla fragrance infusing her hair. He
lifted a hand to touch the cloud-soft mass. She stilled, then shivered as if
waiting for him to make a move. He wrapped his fingers in the silky strands.
She uttered a little cry, more of a
whimper. Her lips parted, her eyes widened and met his with a flustered look.
At that moment he wanted her fiercely. Before he'd known anything about her,
she'd seemed fragile. He didn't know much more now but a woman who still wore
her wedding ring a year and a half after her husband's death must have loved
him very much. A woman like that would have depths of emotion.
He'd thought he was in pain from
losing his studio and his work but Faye's was far more significant. He didn't
want to see her grieve any longer but all he knew for sure was that he wanted
to paint her for himself. He envisioned the scene in his mind. She was perfect
for it. All that was left was to do her justice. Was it because he wanted to
capture her beauty on canvas or because she got his juices flowing faster than
any running could? He knew it was both.
He rested his forefinger under her
chin and turned her face toward him. Giving her his most soothing smile, he
said, "Relax, Faye, this won't hurt a bit. Now I'm going over there."
He pointed toward his easel. "You're going to lean here." He tapped
the railing. "And I'll start some sketches."
She gazed up at him with those
incredible turquoise eyes, her confusion and longing speaking to him, raspberry-shaded
lips pursed slightly. Mmm, the thought roared through his mind. Kiss her.
It's
too soon.
She's
not ready.
Just
paint her.
A
Promise at Dawn is available at Amazon
Amazon Reviews
"Good short story! Faye and Gil have
very hot chemistry, and their story is heartwarming. I was surprised at the
character development in such a short offering. Faye had suffered such a huge
loss, and we were drawn in along on her new path in life."
"Ms Quinn paints a detailed portrait
of a woman re-awakening after the loss of her husband. Her emotional state is
handled quite deftly. This story has pathos, passion and humor woven together.
Gil and Faye's story unfolds quickly and it's a scorcher."
Bio
Sensual fantasies were
locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them
down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of
my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The
craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I
love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot,
even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have
been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which
gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full
time — the best job in the universe!
Labels/Tags: artist, contemporary, erotic romance, older
woman/younger man, young widow
Jane
Leopold Quinn
My
Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
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