I'm very pleased to at last be able to share some news I've been sitting on for a while.
I've signed a contract for Reckless Liaisons with Black Lyon (and yes, it's a Regency!). My first full-length novel in over two years has found itself a home, and is tentatively due on the shelves (in paperback and ebook) in March, 2009. I am thrilled to be part of the Black Lyon family, amongst some very talented authors.
Right now I'm hard at work on the sequel, A Compromising Evening, as well as preparing for final exams.
I look forward to sharing more details about the book as it comes closer to release.
-K
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Unspeakable Now Available
Erotic Romance: Regency, Historical/Period
ISBN: 978-1-60435-262-7
Cover Artist: Shirley Burnett
Editor: WRFG
Word Count: 12,830
Release Date: November 06, 2008
Trevor Caufield has always prided himself on being a consummate rake...until a clandestine meeting with a mysterious, strangely silent woman in a darkened hallway. Setting out to pursue Emma Hatton with purely selfish intentions, he discovers emotions that transcend his formerly uncomplicated existence and teach him that true love has no need for words.
“Ah, silence,” he muttered, rounding a corner and slipped deeper into the house. His steps were unhurried, and the leisurely pace saved him from walking straight into the petite form that blocked his path just after the turn.
The woman stared at him with wide, doe—eyes. She was radiantly beautiful in the dimly lit corridor, the rays of moonlight illuminating the golden tresses of her hair, which spilled over her shoulders in rich, enticing waves. She didn't have the look of a servant girl; her dress, though out—of—date, was far too elegant. Her pixie—like face was soft but refined, with a small, button nose and full, pouty lips that made him, without thinking, lick his own in anticipation. Her eyebrows, the same golden blonde as her hair, were fine and sculpted, arching over eyes that, even in the dim light, he saw were a sparkling, crystalline blue.
“My apologies, Madame, I didn't intend to frighten you,” Trevor soothed, recovering from his momentary shock and offering her a charming half—smile. Where have you been hiding? he wanted to ask instead.
Her eyes widened another fraction, but she said nothing.
“Truly, I thought myself alone,” he continued and flashed another smile. “Had I known I would encounter such an enchanting gem hidden away in this dark hall, I would have brought two glasses.” He lifted the champagne flute to his lips, watching her carefully over the rim.
Still no response from her. Were it not for the slight tremble of her lower lip, Trevor would have begun to wonder if she was a statue – or perhaps a life—sized doll. Yes, she resembled the dolls his little sister had played with as a child, her skin smooth and pale as porcelain, eyelashes almost freakishly long, fanning against the ridge of her eyebrows.
“Am I such a terrifying sight?”
More maddening silence.
He changed tactics. Trevor reached for her hand, half expecting her to jump backwards out of his reach. She didn't, and allowed him to grasp her fingers lightly, giving them a squeeze. Her skin was soft and silky, and he felt a jolt of warmth at the contact. “Are you ill, Madame? Hurt?”
She shook her head just the slightest bit – a minute gesture, the shimmer it stirred amongst her flaxen curls the only indication that she'd moved at all. Her hand remained limp in his much larger palm.
“Damnit, woman, say something, would you? Anything,” he exclaimed.
She shook her head again, this time with more force, and gave his hand a squeeze. Rather than pulling out of his grip, as he expected her to do, she allowed her hand to stay where it was, giving a second squeeze with her fingers.
“Well, good. We've established you're real, and I'm real,” Trevor said. “Now, I really must insist that you…” That she what, Caufield? Exactly what is it you want her to do?
A rustling from around the corner caused him to abandon his thought process. His companion stiffened, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. Before he could stop her she'd pulled her hand free and was running down the hallway.
“Wait!” Trevor called. “At least allow me your name!”
She paused long enough to cast a final, mournful glance over her shoulder, and then disappeared into the shadows.
The woman stared at him with wide, doe—eyes. She was radiantly beautiful in the dimly lit corridor, the rays of moonlight illuminating the golden tresses of her hair, which spilled over her shoulders in rich, enticing waves. She didn't have the look of a servant girl; her dress, though out—of—date, was far too elegant. Her pixie—like face was soft but refined, with a small, button nose and full, pouty lips that made him, without thinking, lick his own in anticipation. Her eyebrows, the same golden blonde as her hair, were fine and sculpted, arching over eyes that, even in the dim light, he saw were a sparkling, crystalline blue.
“My apologies, Madame, I didn't intend to frighten you,” Trevor soothed, recovering from his momentary shock and offering her a charming half—smile. Where have you been hiding? he wanted to ask instead.
Her eyes widened another fraction, but she said nothing.
“Truly, I thought myself alone,” he continued and flashed another smile. “Had I known I would encounter such an enchanting gem hidden away in this dark hall, I would have brought two glasses.” He lifted the champagne flute to his lips, watching her carefully over the rim.
Still no response from her. Were it not for the slight tremble of her lower lip, Trevor would have begun to wonder if she was a statue – or perhaps a life—sized doll. Yes, she resembled the dolls his little sister had played with as a child, her skin smooth and pale as porcelain, eyelashes almost freakishly long, fanning against the ridge of her eyebrows.
“Am I such a terrifying sight?”
More maddening silence.
He changed tactics. Trevor reached for her hand, half expecting her to jump backwards out of his reach. She didn't, and allowed him to grasp her fingers lightly, giving them a squeeze. Her skin was soft and silky, and he felt a jolt of warmth at the contact. “Are you ill, Madame? Hurt?”
She shook her head just the slightest bit – a minute gesture, the shimmer it stirred amongst her flaxen curls the only indication that she'd moved at all. Her hand remained limp in his much larger palm.
“Damnit, woman, say something, would you? Anything,” he exclaimed.
She shook her head again, this time with more force, and gave his hand a squeeze. Rather than pulling out of his grip, as he expected her to do, she allowed her hand to stay where it was, giving a second squeeze with her fingers.
“Well, good. We've established you're real, and I'm real,” Trevor said. “Now, I really must insist that you…” That she what, Caufield? Exactly what is it you want her to do?
A rustling from around the corner caused him to abandon his thought process. His companion stiffened, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. Before he could stop her she'd pulled her hand free and was running down the hallway.
“Wait!” Trevor called. “At least allow me your name!”
She paused long enough to cast a final, mournful glance over her shoulder, and then disappeared into the shadows.
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Friday, October 24, 2008
USA Wake Up
PLEASE read with an open mind....
http://usawakeup. org/mission. htm
For those who are voting for Obama or are just not quite sure.. please take the time to FIRST click onto the above link and read with an open mind, along with watching the video at the end. I promise it will shock you! This will give you facts and truths about Obama that the American people have chosen to ignore or are just simply too lazy to research! We must stand up against socialism, our forefathers did not fight and die for us to give our country over to a socialist run government.
Remember, Obama claims to be a Christian. His mother was a known atheist and the first 10 years of his life he was raised by his step father who was of Muslim faith. In one of his own books, Obama states that if forced to choose, "He would support the Muslims." And if you don't know this, Obama is already being referred to as the Messiah all over Islam.
Obama does not celebrate Christmas and does not allow his children to celebrate. Remember, Christmas is a celebration of the birth of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ. When you're finished with the first link please watch the link below... if anything these links will give anyone with an open mind food for thought.
http://www. atlah. org/broadcast/ndnr10-23-08. html
http://usawakeup. org/mission. htm
For those who are voting for Obama or are just not quite sure.. please take the time to FIRST click onto the above link and read with an open mind, along with watching the video at the end. I promise it will shock you! This will give you facts and truths about Obama that the American people have chosen to ignore or are just simply too lazy to research! We must stand up against socialism, our forefathers did not fight and die for us to give our country over to a socialist run government.
Remember, Obama claims to be a Christian. His mother was a known atheist and the first 10 years of his life he was raised by his step father who was of Muslim faith. In one of his own books, Obama states that if forced to choose, "He would support the Muslims." And if you don't know this, Obama is already being referred to as the Messiah all over Islam.
Obama does not celebrate Christmas and does not allow his children to celebrate. Remember, Christmas is a celebration of the birth of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ. When you're finished with the first link please watch the link below... if anything these links will give anyone with an open mind food for thought.
http://www. atlah. org/broadcast/ndnr10-23-08. html
Monday, June 2, 2008
Trilogy 111: SPEAK ITS NAME
A three novella anthology from three gay historical writers including my novella, Hard & Fast.
http://www.lindenbayromance
From Josh Lanyon, author of Adrien English Mysteries
"Dashing spies, bold Regency bucks, and the flower of English manhood vie for readers' attention in this smart, original and engaging trilogy.This is not your mother's historical romance!" Expectations riding on young Englishmen are immense; for those who've something to hide, those expectations could prove overwhelming.
Hard and Fast by Erastes
Major Geoffrey Chaloner has returned, relatively unscathed, from the Napoleonic War, and England is at peace for the first time in years. Unable to set up his own establishment, he is forced to live with his irascible father who has very clear views on just about everything—including exactly whom Geoffrey will marry and why. The trouble is that Geoffrey isn't particularly keen on the idea, and even less so when he meets Adam Heyward, the enigmatic cousin of the lady his father has picked out for him...
As Geoffrey says himself: "I have never been taught what I should do if I fell in love with someone of a sex that was not, as I expected it would be, opposite to my own."
Excerpt:
I stepped forward to him. "Your nature," I said, between gritted teeth, "has been nothing but unnatural since the first moment we met."
He didn't move a muscle, didn't take his eyes from mine; for all his apparent fragility, he certainly didn't appear to be intimidated by me.
"Perhaps," he said, almost idly, as if he weren't being towered over by a furious and insulted major, "it takes one to know one." It was as if our intimacy had not taken place and we were swapping insults in a card room.
I grabbed him then, with hands long schooled to denial; not to take what they wanted, not to fire at civilians, not to touch what it should not touch. I crushed him to me; I heard his cane fall to the floor and felt him waver in my arms as he struggled to support himself. All this in a moment, and all I had registered from him was the sudden intake of breath. No complaints, no barbed wit, no exultation—nothing that I had expected.
I felt nothing of the giddiness I had heard poets sing about. I felt like Hercules, his last task completed. I felt fierce and victorious, swept away with the madness of the moment. His hair was against my cheek, the scents that had haunted my dreams were more real and more delicious than I had remembered. He clung to me; his right arm around my neck for support, his left arm snaked around my waist. I shuddered in pleasure as he turned his face a little and his skin touched my face. Gooseflesh sprung around all over my body as he touched my cheek with his lips.
There was no thought in what happened next; I remember every second of it, but I remember most clearly of all that I made no decisions in my actions. Everything I did was ordained ...
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The other two stories are a Victorian spy drama, Gentleman's Gentleman by Lee Rowan and a lovely 1920's Oxford undergrad story Aftermath by Charlie Cochrane
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tease At The Romance Room
The illustrious authors of Tease Publishing and Tease Dark Tarot will be chatting tomorrow all day at The Romance Room.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/theromanceroom/
Stop by and learn more about Tease, its authors, upcoming projects, and more. There may even be a give-away or two.
I'll be providing a sneak peak of my own upcoming Regency novel, Reckless Liaisons.
Kayleigh
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/theromanceroom/
Stop by and learn more about Tease, its authors, upcoming projects, and more. There may even be a give-away or two.
I'll be providing a sneak peak of my own upcoming Regency novel, Reckless Liaisons.
Kayleigh
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