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Sunday, July 14, 2013

Spotlight BLITZ with author Suz deMello

Spotlight BLITZ with author Suz deMello




Good morning everyone! I have another great book to share with you today. Suz deMello is a new author for me, but I saw that she is published with Ellora's Cave and so wanted to feature her book so that I could find out more about it. I have an Ellora's Cave month last year and it was fabulous. I learned about a lot of terrific authors and their books. I think that because of that, I tend to notice the EC name more so when I see it because it now draws my attention. So I thought it would be fun to earn about an Ellora's Cave author just like I did before. I hope you enjoy your time spent here today as much as I enjoyed creating this post. Please allow me to introduce to the blog:



**SUZ DEMELLO**


**BIO**

 

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.


Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.


A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.


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




**DESIRE IN TARTAN**
**Highland Vampires, Book 2**


A Romantica® sci fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

**BLURB**

Dugald Kilburn was sure that he’d never find love. And why should he?
Tis rare for vampires and their mates to reproduce successfully and Dugald kens that. He’s certain his lust caused his first wife’s death in childbed.

Innocent Alice Derwent presents Dugald with a dilemma. She’s different than any woman he’s known, different and altogether alluring. And while the lady is innocent, her feelings are anything but.

Will he bed and wed the lady, risking her life? Or remain celibate, sparing her?
But when threatened with death, Alice decides she doesn’t want to die without knowing Dugald’s love. Can he resist her charms?

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**EXCERPT**
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Glasgow, Autumn 1759
Dugald left most of his company of men back at the inn with strict instructions to stay out of trouble, but he had no illusions. The men would drink as much as they could hold before finding the loosest bits of muslin available. If they were still able to perform, perform they would, as long and as hard as possible. He hoped that he’d be able to rescue the less experienced of the lot out of whatever scrapes they fell into. The youngest, Malcolm, came with Dugald as his companion. He wouldna leave Malcolm in the care of the rest.
The mop fair was a mad scene. ’Twas combined with a street fair and a farmer’s market, so the entire population of Glasgow had seemingly crowded itself into the square with a market cross in the center. Food stalls, redolent with the spicy aromas of roasting fowls and sausages were fronted by cooks and ’prentices bawling out the prices of their wares. Nearby, penned livestock emitted a less appealing miasma of straw and shite, with the autumn wind swirling the scents along with dry leaves.
Turning to Malcolm, Dugald raised his brows. Without speaking, the two Kilburns started to walk along the disordered rows of booths. Once they’d passed the food stalls, the fair became even more riotous, with knots of maids and men looking for hire, screeching their qualifications. Each brandished a tool of his or her trade, cooks with rolling pins or wooden spoons, coachmen with their whips. Country girls in their Sunday dresses crowded in a knot, peering anxiously at well-dressed passers-by whom Dugald guessed were the stewards of the grand houses. Every once in a while one would stop and question a rosy-cheeked lass, occasionally leaving the fair with a new maid or tweeny in tow.
He stopped, arrested by a sweet fragrance that rose from the reek of unwashed bodies like clean mist drifting on the surface of a loch. He hadn’t detected it before. Mayhap it had been cloaked by the pungent roasting sausages and the other scents at the food stalls—herbs and the like.
He lifted his face into the air and sniffed. Yes, ‘twas there, elusive but definite.
Malcolm did the same. “I smell it too.”
That’s our lassie,” Dugald said.
The stripling looked mystified. “A sweet smell means a governess?”
Milady gave me questions to ask.” Dugald patted his sporran. “If she passes, she’s the one. But this is how we’ll be finding her.”
At the end of the row of coachmen, stable hands, maids and cooks fluttered a gaggle of…what? Somberly robed figures resembling a flock of giant crows or, mayhap, vultures. Exuding the stinks of mothballs and body odor, they all appeared to be flapping about one small, drab figure, a female who couldna contrast more with her oafish companions.
Dugald’s first impression of the woman was of narrowness, so at odds with her tempting scent that all he could do was stand and gape at her like a looby. Dressed in unrelieved black, she had slender shoulders and a tiny waist. Slight hips. When she turned, he could see she possessed but a small bosom. He raised his gaze and didn’t bother to stifle a gasp at the sight of her pure and perfect profile. Intelligence sparkled in her hazel eyes, completely belying the rest of her dull demeanor.
Her face… He could stare at that face forever without a single moment of boredom. Pale, though not as white as a Kilburn’s, for a smattering of freckles spattered the bridge of her straight little nose and sprinkled her high cheekbones. She had well-cut lips with a definite Cupid’s bow, the one distinct curve on her serious face. A semi-circular half-moon dip.
He wanted to slide his tongue into that dip before kissing her with every mite of passion he possessed.




Sounds pretty dang good if I might say so myself. I love the brogue and the time period. Paired with the paranormal, I think we have a very promising story here. I, for one, am adding this one to my TRB list. But what did all of you think? Have you read Ms. DeMello's work before? This is book two in the series ~ have you read the first? If not, are you likely to read it? Your feedback is always welcome so feel free to leave a comment about the post.

I want to take a second to thank Ms. DeMello for hopping in today. I hope that you had as much fun as I did here today. Thanks so much for spending some of your day with us. And if this book piqued your interest, please consider showing your support to this author by buying a copy of the book for yourself. I wish everyone fabulous day and will be seeing you all again soon. But until then ...
HAPPY READING!!!




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    1. Not a problem! I really enjoyed getting to know about the book! Feel free to come back anytime.

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