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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Promo with author Anne Marsh

Promo with author Anne Marsh

So today I have a couple of books to share with you. They are actually books 1 and 2 in a series, THE BLUE MOON BRIDES.  I wanted to share this series with you because I was caught by the covers and titles. And who doesn’t love a good paranormal romance? Once I discovered paranormal, there was no going back and now I am always on the lookout for an author to enjoy. I am sure I have heard of Anne Marsh before, but haven’t been able to place where. But I know I have not have the chance to read her work yet. After finding out about this series, I hope to be able to enjoy her stories soon. I hope you are as excited as I am to find out about this series. Please allow me to introduce to the blog:



Heated romance. Hot heroes. Happily ever after. Writing as Anne Marsh, I am known for deliciously sensual romance. My nationally best-selling shapeshifter romance, THE HUNT (Dorchester, October 2009) was a double finalist in Borders/RomCon’s 2010 Readers Crown contest. Dorchester released BOND WITH ME, a fallen angel romance set in Moscow in the near-future, digitally in September 2010 and in trade paperback in July 2011. BOND WITH ME was also a finalist in the 2011 Readers Crown contest. Kensington Brava released the follow-up book, HIS DARK BOND, in April 2012 and the book made bestseller lists at Barnes and Noble.

Fall 2012 saw the launch of my sexy contemporary romance series from Kensington Brava about smoke jumpers fighting fire and finding love in Northern California (BURNING UP, October 2012 and SLOW BURN, April 2013). BURNING UP was the featured book in a December 5th, 2011 Times magazine article on military heroes and romance novels. A spin-off series about hotshots starts in July 2013 and I’m also writing an erotic paranormal series about Cajun werewolves searching for their fated mates in the Louisiana Bayou (TEMPTED BY THE PACK, PLEASURED BY THE PACK).

I live in Northern California with my husband, two kids and four cats. After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, I escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, I enjoy gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with my kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” 

You can find out more about Ms. Marsh in the following places:

**Blue Moon Brides #1**

Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: October 26, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 36,000


Once in a blue moon…

For Rafer Breaux, life in the Louisiana Bayou is harsh, violent—and deeply sensual. The Cajun werewolf lives for his Pack and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his brothers safe. The longer a wolf lives without a mate, the harder it becomes for that wolf to shift back. To remember that he is a man—and not a monster. And those mates can only be found during a blue moon. When a blue moon finally rises, Rafer will need every weapon in his sensual arsenal to tempt one special woman into his arms and the heart of the Pack.

The Pack hunts for mates

Fighting to keep her family farm, Lark Andrews isn’t looking for love. Even if the very sexy Breaux brothers make her dream of hot bayou nights spent in their arms. When the blue moon leads Rafer to her door, however, Rafer has her rethinking her position on all work and no play. Now, the bayou nights are heating up as Rafer fights to convince her, one sensual touch at a time, to give love and passion a chance. But Rafer isn’t a one wolf deal. Is there room in Lark’s heart—and bed—for Rafer and his Pack?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including multiple partners) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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The man tying up at Lark’s dock was gorgeous. Broad-shouldered, Cajun and dark, he was a giant of a man. God, that was a Breaux for you. There was no missing the impressive erection he sported, either. Apparently she had the same effect on him he had on her. Wet heat blossomed between her legs. His eyes were fierce, an ice grey that melted as he examined her face. For a fleeting moment, he’d looked like a cold-blooded killer and a predator. Now he just looked hungry.
For her.
He wore a pair of faded jeans, but otherwise he was barefoot and bare-chested. He made absolutely no pretense at being civilized, and yet she couldn’t help herself. She breathed in the clean, male scent of him and wanted him on sight. He stood motionless at the end of her dock, where he had tied up his boat, frozen in an almost predatory stillness. As if he wouldn't move until she gave some unspoken signal.
As if he believed she might be afraid of him.
The only thing she feared for right now was her virtue.
His bare chest had her heating right up, and when she dropped her gaze to the denim-covered thighs, she almost went up in flames. Dear God. They grew them hot in the bayou. The sweet flush of arousal sweeping through her was better than any date she’d had with her vibrator.
A slow, masculine smile tugged at his lips, and he strolled towards her, six-plus feet of rugged Cajun man. Her mind promptly took a detour into fantasy land.
And yet he seemed more familiar than her few long-distance glimpses of his family warranted. “Have we met?” she asked. 
“Not yet.” That honeyed accent made listening to him pure pleasure.
“Lark Andrew,” she said, holding out a hand. He wrapped her fingers in his, turning her palm up and stroking the lines there with his thumb.
“Rafer Breaux.” His fingers tightened briefly on hers.
“You come in from the bayou?” Sidetracked by her libido, her brain produced an inanity to help the conversation along. He didn’t look like he minded much, though.
“Sure did.” His caramel drawl was sinful. “Do a little fishin’. A little huntin’.” He watched her, clearly waiting for her to say something.
“What can I do for you today?” She took a step backward. Heat blasted off him. She turned and headed back up the dock, knowing instinctively that he’d follow. Sure enough, he was close on her heels.
“I wan’—” His voice was hoarse, deep. Sexy as hell. Like he didn’t speak often and made it count when he did. “Flowers,” he finished, and for a moment she wondered if he’d intended to substitute another word. Another desire.
And damned if that didn’t make her wetter.
The walk to the greenhouse was too short. Her thighs clenched with need, her pussy drenched because he was right behind her. She had the strangest sensation of being stalked by a wild animal, but she didn’t feel threatened. The warm flush of desire was so unlike her. She wanted to wrestle him to the ground, mark him and claim him as hers.
He didn’t speak again until they reached the first greenhouse. “You alone here?”
She waved a hand at the other people working in the yard and fields. “Does it look like I’m alone?”
“Family.” His hand shot out over her head, pushing open the door for her. She had to duck under that hard arm. “I’d heard Miss Dixie passed on.”
The pain was still there, a softer stab now rather than a bright, hard hurt. She missed her grandmother. “You really don’t get out of the bayou much, do you?”
He followed her down the greenhouse’s narrow aisle, and she should have been nervous, but wasn’t. He was large and too close, a predator on her heels. And that was ridiculous. He was just a man. An almost-neighbor who simply lived deeper inside the bayou than she did.
“No,” he said quietly. “I don’ leave the bayou much anymore.”
And yet he’d come to her for flowers. She stopped by a wooden table loaded with fragrant sweet pea. “What’s the occasion?”
He looked at her but didn’t answer. Maybe it was one of those bayou things. She probably didn’t need to know, but, damn it, he intrigued her. She wanted to learn more about her bayou man.
“What do you need the flowers for?” she asked again, finding the dark flush of color on his face strangely endearing. “An evening out?”
“Somethin’ like that,” he agreed.
He struck her as a man who knew precisely what he wanted, but maybe flowers weren’t his thing. Choosing for him wouldn’t be a problem. She reached for the scissors.
“You’re going to get grower’s choice.”
That slow smile was back in his eyes. “You can always choose for me, chère.” He propped a hip against her worktable and watched her cut, his eyes following her hands.
She cut slowly, selecting her favorites. “This one has a pretty scent,” she suggested, handing him a slim spray of flowers. He took the stem from her, his fingers touching hers. Deliberately. The soft-rough brush of his calloused skin against hers kicked the heat in her belly—and lower—up a notch. She’d have to change her panties after he left. His eyes flared as if he knew. Which was impossible.
“This one’s sweet,” he agreed, leaning forward and tucking the stem into the bouquet she was building. The sexy look of concentration on his face as he maneuvered the flower into place, big fingers stroking down the petals, almost overruled her sensible side. She didn’t know him. If Rafer Breaux rarely left the bayou, well, she never went in the bayou.
He pulled his hands away, but not before she got a good look at the nicks and scars carving up his fingers. Knives, fishing lines… She didn’t know what would mark a man so deeply, but his hands were strong and capable, a road map of doing what had to be done and some primitive part of her responded.

**Blue Moon Brides #2**

Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: May 23, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 48,000


Dre and Landry Breaux do everything together. Fishing, fighting—and loving. A whole lot of loving. When the blue moon leads these Cajun werewolves to their fated mate, however, they’re ready to reform. Now, they’ll fight to keep the woman of their dreams safe from the evils lurking in the Louisiana bayou—and to tempt her into taking a chance on two of the bayou’s sexiest bad boys.

Mary Jane Johnson is no heartbreaker. Running from a troubled past, the bayou captain wants only to be left alone. When she takes a pair of bayou bad boys on board, however, Dre and Landry have her rethinking her need for space. These two big males have promised to take orders—all of her orders. Suddenly, she’s dreaming of getting as close as possible… to both of the Breaux brothers.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including multiple partners) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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Wow! How about that excerpt from the first book? Let me tell you, I had three excerpts to choose from and that was one tough decision. I had a heck of a time figuring out which one to feature. I have to tell you, it has been a long time since I read an excerpt and immediately wished I wasn’t reading something else already. I have already added these books to my TBR list. How could I not? And in fact, by the time this post goes live, I should have a review of the first book posted to the blog.

I’d like to hear what you all have to say. I especially want to know if you are likely to read the book(s) and what influenced your decision. And if you have experience with this author or the book, please tell me what you thought. Your feedback is always welcome.

I want to thank Ms. Marsh for taking the time to be here with us today. And thank you all for dropping in to spend time with us. I hope you all enjoyed getting to know a bit about Ms. Marsh and her books. Be sure to purchase a copy for yourself if you enjoyed what you experienced here today. Supporting these authors is key to ensuring further entertainment. I wish everyone a fantastic day and until next time …


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