Sunday, 25 January 2015

JUST JACK BY MEREDITH RUSSELL


My new release, Just Jack, is out now. At heart I am a big softy, so writing Just Jack was a way to bring together some of my favourite things – the magic of winter and snow, fairy tales, fantasy, and romance.

Blurb

When the line between fairy tales and magic, and the real world become blurred, can love really conquer anything?

Leo Marsh is having a bad day. He just caught his boyfriend cheating on him, and not for the first time, then he falls, quite literally, for a man who has to be too good to be true.

When Leo slips and falls on some ice in front of Jack, Jack sees something all too familiar in Leo's eyes. For over fifty years, Jack has existed in a solitary life of ice and bitterness. Just like Leo, he was betrayed by a man he loved, and swore no one would ever break his heart again: he gave up on love, and it seemed love had given up on him.

But if by fate or magic, Jack and Leo find their paths crossing for a second time, and with a little guidance from friends, dare to take a chance on each other. The problem is, Jack isn't the charming and uncomplicated guy Leo thinks he is. When Jack gave away his ability to love, he became something else, someone cold and unloving. He became Jack Frost.

As Jack and Leo get closer, Jack is left torn and confused. Jack yearns for anything that reminds him of his humanity, but the truth is, he feels nothing, not warmth, not love, and he knows he might never be able to love Leo the way he deserves to be loved.

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Excerpt

It was seven in the morning, barely light. The early risers heading for work were up and out in their driveways, complaining about the cold as they defrosted their cars. The sidewalk was covered in fresh snow, which glistened beneath the man-made lights and was, as yet, undisturbed by human feet, just a spattering of prints from birds and what was possibly a cat. Jack loved the cold, and he smiled as a chilling breeze circled him, carrying with it the fresh scent of the day and the crisp brown leaves that had fallen from the trees. The prickle of cold against his skin was one of his favorite feelings, like a thousand icy fingers pinching at his arms and face. God, how he loved it.

Opening the top button of his jacket, he savored the cold against his chest and gently traced his fingertips over his chilled skin. He breathed deeply, content with his icy touch and the feel of the cool air whipping up around him. What he wouldn’t give to be wrapped up in a blanket of cold. To slip inside the deliciously chilled wind and zip it up as if it were a sleeping bag made just for him.

Holding out his hand in front of him, Jack encouraged the breeze into a spiral that wrapped around his arm and caused a delightful shiver to pass through him. The air glowed the most beautiful shade of blue as it danced around Jack, and his chest ached from the knowledge this beauty was only for him—and those like him—to see. Anyone watching would think he was mad. They wouldn’t see the dance of blue and silver, nor would they hear the wind’s angelic song reverberating in the air.

Jack stroked the breeze as it snaked through his fingers, gently drawing moisture from it and into the palm of his hand. He rotated his fingers, spinning the moisture into a sphere, and then gently teased it with his icy breath until the sphere hardened. The size of a tennis ball, the sphere became a ball of ice, and Jack flicked it into the air and caught it.

“Perfect,” he said.

The ball was smooth, flawless, and transparent. He reached out his other hand and dragged his fingers over the hedge he passed. The leaves of the hedge crackled and curled in on themselves beneath his touch, which left them coated in wintry white frost. All he needed now was someone to have a little fun with. He grinned at the thought.

A dog barked, and Jack looked ahead. “Perfect,” he said again and teased the ball between his finger and thumb.

Giveaway

Love Lane Books are running a competition to celebrate the release of Just Jack. There is a chance to win a $15 gift card for Amazon/Are and 2 e-books. You can enter via Rafflecopter  HERE


About Meredith

Meredith Russell lives in the heart of England. An avid fan of many story genres, she enjoys nothing less than a happy ending. She believes in heroes and romance and strives to reflect this in her writing. Sharing her imagination and passion for stories and characters is a dream Meredith is excited to turn into reality.


Saturday, 24 January 2015

NEW RELEASE! DESDEMONA DARKLY: WHEN MICKEY MET HUGH BY MATHEW ORTIZ

Desdemona Darkly is the first in a new series by story teller extraordinaire, Mathew Ortiz!

In this story we meet Mickey and Hugh, who are in fact meeting each other!

Mathew is one of my favourite authors and weaves a world that pulls you in and characters you fall in love with, as they are falling in love with each other - with a good dollop of naughtiness and a wicked sense of humour. 

Blurb:

"Are we rolling?"
 
"Yes Mr. Sherwood. Just say the lines as we rehearsed."
 
"Got it." Mickey nodded and sucked in a lungful of air. Blowing it out, he began. "Welcome to Desdemona Darkly, your premier online site for adult toys and accessories. I'm here to introduce myself and tell you about our site and staff. My name is Mickey Sherwood Co-Founder and CEO of Desdemona Darkly. My staff and I are committed to providing you with only the highest quality intimate products and superb customer service. We have the online site to order from or if you wish, you can speak to one of our customer service team members, if you have questions with your order. You can also call us if you have any questions at all, regarding our products. Our phone lines are open twenty-four seven for your convenience. Making you happy and satisfied is our primary goal, here at Desdemona Darkly. Thank you again for choosing us, for your personal pleasuring needs."

"And cut." 

Mickey grinned. "Was that good?" 

"Excellent Mr. Sherwood." 


Mickey slid out of his chair, grinning. With this new commercial, he was hoping to increase sales for his company. So far everything was a success in his world, except his love life. Phfft, what else is new? Flicking on his phone he checked his messages. He had stopped by the studio to film the commercial before heading to the docks. A customs official, a Mr. Hugh Brannough, was cocking up the shipment of some of their badly needed merchandize. Well Mr. Brannough, I'm coming for you! 

A shiver suddenly raced down Hugh's spine, as he sat at his desk at the docks. I wonder what the hell that was about? Shrugging, he went back to work… 

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Monday, 19 January 2015

Who are you and what have you done with my son?

Last night was definitely the night the hormones came home to roost in our house.

Remember that little baby you brought home from the hospital? The one that slept for the first three months. Ate everything you gave to him. Only cried when he was hungry? No? Oh, just me then. 'Cause that's the baby boy I had. There weren't even any terrible twos. He was a happy go lucky, sweet little boy who did as he was told and when I said jump asked politely, "How high, mama." Okay, maybe not quite like that, but I can dream.

Don't get me wrong, he's still a sweet little boy, but since he turned eleven he has... well... turned!
The sudden pitches in his voice when he's upset or shouting which (although highly amusing) indicate that one morning he's going to wake up with a voice like Barry White and frighten the crap out of me. Then there are the mood swings - oh dear God the mood swings! Where he alternates from normal, to "I hate you" to full on exorcist. I'm talking head-spinning, pea-souping, priest-punching, the whole nine yards! 

And just when you think it can't get any weirder, along come the emotional outbreaks. The tears that appear from nowhere for the most bizarre reasons. Yesterday he wandered into the front room with tears streaming down his face to tell me he'd just gone up a level on the Xbox game he was playing. Yes, you heard me right! Tears of joy because of a video game, followed by the tears of sadness over the same game because someone blew him up!

Then, quick as a flash, he's my baby again. The same, kind, sensitive little soul he's always been, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened. I went through puberty, I know I did. But I don't remember being like this! Is it a man thing? Oh dear God, what happens when he notices girls? Or finds a hair on something?

I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for this. I think I might move out until it's all over!

Sunday, 11 January 2015

SUNDAY SERENADE...

The first Sunday Serenade of 2015 is one of my favourite songs... and this is my favourite version... especially when you're snuggled under the covers on a wintry Sunday morning. Have a wonderful day my lovelies :)


Thursday, 8 January 2015

THE WINNERS OF THE LAST THREE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY!



WOO-HOO! The winners of days 10, 11 and 12 of the Days of Christmas Giveaway are....

10TH - K VAN BRUNT

11TH - RUTH LEWIS

12TH - LISA SULLIVAN

Thank you all so much for participating!

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

On the 10th, 11th and 12th days of Christmas my true love sent to me...


10th Day - AN ECOPY OF SUMMER HEAT!
an Ecopy of Always Hope
an Ecopy of Ed & Fred
an Ecopy of By Design
an Ecopy of Dreaming of You/Halfway House
an Ecopy of Not Just for Christmas
an Ecopy of 'Tis the Season
and Ecopy of Westford Hall 
a print copy of Thirst
a print copy of Laurel Heights 
(and some other goodies)

11th Day - AN ECOPY OF MARSHALL'S PARK
an Ecopy of Summer Heat
an Ecopy of Always Hope
an Ecopy of Ed & Fred
an Ecopy of By Design
an Ecopy of Dreaming of You/Halfway House
an Ecopy of Not Just for Christmas
an Ecopy of 'Tis the Season
an Ecopy of Westford Hall 
a print copy of Thirst
a print copy of Laurel Heights 
(and some other goodies)

12th Day - A PRINT COPY OF LAUREL HEIGHTS 2!
an Ecopy of Marshall's Park
an Ecopy of Summer Heat
an Ecopy of Always Hope
an Ecopy of Ed & Fred
an Ecopy of By Design
an Ecopy of Dreaming of You/Halfway House
an Ecopy of Not Just for Christmas
an Ecopy of 'Tis the Season
an Ecopy of Westford Hall
a print copy of Thirst
a print copy of Laurel Heights
(and some other goodies)

The final question is... what is the weirdest Christmas present you've received.
You know, the one that, when you opened it, made you go... huh?
Mine was a spider catcher... maybe that's why we're divorced lol!


You know the drill, leave a comment along with your email address (OR I CAN'T SEND YOU ANYTHING!) and the final 3 winners will be picked tomorrow 

Thank you all so much for participating and I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all
a happy, healthy, and wonderful New Year, full of love, laughter and, of course, lots of books! 

WINNERS OF 8TH AND 9TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS!



The winner of the 8th and 9th days of Christmas are.... 

SULA and SUZIE woo hoo!

Thank you for participating and don't forget there is a triple header on the way!