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I've received the Inspiring Blogger Award!

Inspiring Blogger Award
 

 I have the honour of accepting the Very Inspiring Blogger Award from Heather Gray 
 
I have been instructed to post seven random things about myself and then pass the award on to two other people who I find inspiring.  So here I go!
 
Random facts about me, although I think there aren't that many about me anymore. Apologies if you already know :-)
 
1. Although I write romance, when it comes to movies I like a good action flick. Along the line James Bond and Die Hard.
 
2. English is NOT my native tongue and I sucked at it at school.
 
3. I do a German Radio Program every Wednesday and loving it.
 
4. I love working with numbers!
 
5. My favourite dinner would be Fajitas or Spaghettis. But I have to admit, I miss my mum's German cooking :-)
 
6. I'm terribly afraid of heights. 
 
7. Oregon is the place to visit AGAIN!
 
I am now passing this award on to two bloggers who inspire me. Just click on their names to see their blogs. (They may not have their inspired posts up yet, but their blogs are still worth checking out.) They are Kristen Vayden and Lisa Orchard.
 

Have a fantastic day! Be ... Inspiring!



This week's book choice - Kristin Vayden "To Refuse a Rake"



 
To Refuse a Rake
                     by Kristin Vayden
 
 
 

 Excerpt:

            “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I can guarantee I wouldn’t like it if I knew.” Emma spoke under her breath as Hudson began to escort her to where Lady Hodge waited.
            “On the contrary, Miss Kingsly. You would love it.” Hudson gave her his most charming and devilish smile before turning to offer his arm to Lady Hodge. “So much in fact that I promise to show you later,” he said, turning toward Emma once again.
            “You’re assuming I’ll tolerate your company that long,” Emma shot back, but her lips were tilted slightly upward. Apparently she enjoyed their verbal sparring as much as he.
            “True. I’ll make you a wager, Miss Kingsly.”

            “And I’ll refuse, Lord Daventry. Ladies in India might wager, but here in London, we do not,” she clipped and glanced away.
            “A... venture then. Unless you are not up to the challenge, of course.” He was taunting her. He also could tell that she saw through his transparent attempt to draw her in. But he suspected that she wouldn’t be able to resist his jab to her abilities.
            She watched him with those alluring sea blue eyes and just when he thought she would refuse, she spoke. “I’m not so foolish to fall for your baiting, Lord Daventry. But you have piqued my curiosity. What did you have in mind?”
            “I venture... that you will have more suitors tonight in your beautiful and fresh appearance, than if you were to dress as richly and adorn yourself as usual.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. Certainly, she had thought something entirely different. Hudson bit back a smug grin at catching her unaware once again.
            “There is no way that all the men of the ton are going to find my lack of a beautiful gown and governess coiffeur alluring.” She shook her head in disbelief.
            “Then you accept?” Hudson held his breath. “What is to be your prize?” Her eyes narrowed and she watched him warily.

            “A kiss.”
            “No.”
            “Then by your own words, you have admitted that I’m correct.”
            “What? How so?” She paused mid-step and turned toward him.
            Hudson gently pulled her over to the side, allowing Lady Hodge, who looked as
if suppressing laughter, and a few oblivious couples to pass.
            “If I’m so very wrong, and you are so certain, then there is really no risk now, is
there? Or are you admitting that I am correct?” Hudson speared her with an intense gaze, waiting.
            “Of course you aren’t correct, but...” she stammered. Her gloved hands tightened into fists.
            “But what?” He raised one eyebrow.

            She bit her bottom lip, causing Hudson’s body to tighten with awareness. How he wanted to taste her.
            “The temptation to see you lose is worth that small risk of kissing you.” She decided, nodding her head once.
            “Splendid!” Hudson clapped his hands and rubbed them together before he began to lead her back toward the path.
            “Wait! What do I win when you admit defeat?” She stubbornly stood her ground, refusing to move.

            “What do you wish to be your prize?”
            “I want you to leave me alone. No more baiting me and inviting yourself over and leaving me without a chance to decline. No more winking, handsome smiles, or—”
            “You think my smile is handsome?” Hudson beamed.
            “That’s not the point—” Emma turned red, clearly flustered.
            “You must pick one. I only asked for one prize, you named four or five. I lost
count after you called my smile handsome,” Hudson continued, his wide grin, unable to help himself.
            Emma took a deep breath, causing the modest cut of the gown to expand just enough to give Hudson an enticing view of her bosom. The gentle curve teased him and taunted him with no mercy and he closed his eyes against the onslaught of desire.
            “If I must pick one, then it’s for you to... not speak to me.”
            “So I may do other things that do not involve speaking? I accept! After all, there is always art, drawing, letters, songs...” Hudson winked.
            “But—”
            “No, I accepted and we’re in accord. You’re not backing out... are you, Miss Kingsly?” Hudson gave her a challenging glare.

She straightened her posture and a defiant gleam sparked from her eyes.
            “No. I’m not. You might want to start practicing your penmanship, Lord Daventry. You’re going to need it in only a few short hours... that is, if you’re still
wanting to somehow communicate with me by then.” She raised her eyebrows and shot him a wry expression, walking toward the entrance once again.
            “Don’t forget singing. I’m told I have a lovely baritone.” Hudson called after her, grinning at her obvious assurance of winning. “Perhaps it should be you who is warming up, Miss Kingsly,” Hudson whispered next to her ear as he caught up with her. The alluring fragrance of cinnamon and orange flooded his senses, making him heady with desire.

“Warming up?” She glanced over to him, but didn’t lean back when she noticed how close he was. Maybe she was already warming up. Goodness knows that Hudson found himself hot with his own need.
            “Yes. To me.” He glanced down to her lips meaningfully and barely suppressed a groan when she parted them slightly, letting her pink tongue dart out to moisten them.
“I’m not afraid of you, Lord Deventry,” she vowed.
            "I’ve never wished you to be.” Hudson nodded and escorted her into the hall, praying he was correct. The last thing he wanted to do was to sing and write letters for the rest of the season. Though he would if necessary, because even if he lost the venture, he'd still find a way to win her heart.



Author bio:
Kristin is a stay at home mom of four ( soon to be five!) children. She stays busy with homeschooling three of them and chasing the fourth around the house. Her inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. She loves to make soap, sauerkraut, sourdough bread and gluten free muffins. Life is full of blessings and she praises God for the blessed and abundant life He's given her.

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Tasty Summer Reads Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Tasty Summer Reads Blog Hop!

Here's how the hop works! Each author invites other authors to answer five questions about their current summer release or WIP and a tasty recipe that ties into it! Fellow Astraea Press author, the wonderful Kristin Vayden, invited me to join in and share my news. In return, I invited Jillian Chantal  and Lily Malone to tell us about her latest project. Be sure to hop over to her Tasty Summer Reads blog.


Here's the original link for those of you interested:  Avon Hop

My next project "New Beginnings", published by Astraea Press, is due for release in late August. It's the first book in the Trilogy of "Beginnings". I'm very excited about this series, as it's set in Hobart, Tasmania, one of my favourite places here in Australia.

Blurb:

Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother’s death a few years ago. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don’t know or have even heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator, and Sophie is afraid it’s all been a mistake.
As Mia settles well into her new school and life in general, Sophie is not only occupied by her search of what connected her to Clara, but also her new studies and the two men, who suddenly have become part of her daily life - Mark O’Connor, the lawyer representing Clara’s estate, and Zach, the hunk from across the road.


Excerpt:

Sophie stared at the attorney, waiting for some answers. She and her sister, Mia, had been quietly sitting in Mr. O’Connor’s office for more than half an hour, and had learnt about the details of their inheritance.

“Who?”

“Clara Catherine Bellinger.”

“Who is she?” Mia asked.

Startled by the subtle sound of the clock chiming across the road, Sophie’s gaze turned to the window, where she saw the post office building across the road. It looked impressive and old. Surely, an old place like this would have its own ghosts — after all, Hobart was renowned for its lively spirits.

Her younger sister’s gentle touch on her arm reminded her she hadn’t answered the question, yet. “I wouldn’t have a clue.” Sophie shrugged and focused her attention back on Mr. O’Connor. Although hearing his words, she still found it hard to comprehend. Here she was in this old office, furnished with heavy antique oak furniture, the curtains in a pretty shade of aubergine, and the carpet beneath her shoes thick and warm in a matching shade.

“I believe she was a distant relative of yours. I’m afraid I don’t have any further details,” he replied.

Sophie arched an eyebrow in disbelief. Was he serious? What kind of lawyer was he? Sure, Tasmania was at the very end of Australia, but wouldn’t they have the same education? With a slight shrug of her shoulder, she asked, “Why not?”

He stared at her. “Pardon me?”

Sitting up straight, she repeated, “Why not? Why aren’t there any further details?”

He looked uneasy, but she didn’t care. She needed to know. Sophie had received a call from the lawyer a week earlier, and he’d told her about an inheritance. He’d given her details on where to pick up tickets to Hobart. Some legality, he had said. She needed to come in and sign documents for the transfer of ownership.

“Ms. Bellinger was one of the partner’s clients. I was only given the details shortly after the client’s death.”

Sophie drew in her lips. Her eyes darted over to the window as she took a few deep breaths, inwardly calming herself. Nothing had ever been easy in her life. “Why isn’t the partner here?”

He took a deep breath. “Retired.”

As she pondered on that for a moment, she began to think about what life could be like with this inheritance. Different. Better. Another sigh escaped as she returned her gaze to the man behind the desk. “You can’t just leave your assets to just anybody, can you?”

“Miss Lever—”

“Levesque,” she helped him.

Their eyes met.

“Are you refusing the bequest?” he asked hesitantly, and she clearly noticed how one of his eyebrows arched upward.

Staring blankly with her mouth open, she could feel the panic running through her veins with every thump of her erratic heartbeat. An uncomfortable silence fell over them for a moment. Then she quickly said, “No. No, of course not. We’re accepting.” She turned to look at her younger sister. “We’re actually looking forward to seeing it.”

And with one swift movement, he stood and went to a little cupboard near the window and retrieved a bunch of keys. “Would you like me to take you there?”

Still feeling that rush within her, Sophie took Mia’s hand and inclined her head in answer. “Is it far?” Her voice sounded tired. Even to herself. It had been a long day already. She stood and thinking how tired she was, Sophie placed her arm around Mia, who was probably exhausted.

“No, not at all. Five to ten minute drive, I’d say.”

“I still don’t understand. Why us?” Sophie asked quietly, meeting his gaze and, for the first time, actually taking in his icy-blue eyes. He was very attractive. Too attractive for a boring lawyer. His face was tanned by wind and sun, and there always seemed to be a hint of a smile on his face. His blond curling <!--[if !supportAnnotations]--> hair was cut short. Her gaze fixed back on his mouth. Blushing, she quickly looked away.

The attorney turned to them. He scratched the back of his head. “Ma’am, what I know is that both of you are in the will. What I know is that I was supposed to fly you down here to officially read you the will. What I know is that I’m supposed to hand over the keys to you, and to let you know that your expenses are covered for the next twenty-four months. I did not know Ms. Bellinger, as one of the retired partners wrote up the will. I do not know who she was or in which way she was connected to you. I assumed she was a distant relative.”

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Please keep an eye on the release in late August. Until then .... also set in Australia ....  you can enjoy "Innocent Tears" or "Journey to Her Dreams". Both wonderful reads!


Now for the blog hop questions:

1)When writing are you a snacker? If so, sweet or salty?
I don’t snack. However, I do consume an unhealthy amount of  tea or drink too many glasses of coke.

2) Are you an outliner or someone who flies by the seat of her pants?
Flies by the seat of her pants? LOL. If that means, do I just let my fingers type away without knowing where they take me ... well, that's what I do. :-)

3) When cooking or baking, do you follow the recipe exactly or wing it?
I ~NEED~ to follow a recipe. When I'm in the kitchen, either baking or cooking, it's like two worlds collide, so I have to be on my best behaviour and do as I'm told.


4) What is next for you after this book?  I'm in the final stages of finishing "More Beginnings", the sequel to "New Beginnings". But I'm also working on a "Football Player" story (romance), which I hope to finalise to a "submit'able" version.

5) Last Question...on a level of one being slightly naughty to ten being whoo whoo steamy, where does your book land?
I'd humbly say "New Beginnings" would be "four-five'ish".

The Tasty Summer Treat:
Considering that it is Winter in Australia, I thought I share my daughters yummy "Lemonade Muffins" recipe. Quick and easy, AND DELICIOUS !
1 packet of chocolate cake mix
1 packet of chocolate instant pudding mix
1/3 cup of oil
1 cup of  lemonade
2 eggs

Gently beat the eggs in a bowl
Place chocolate mix and instant pudding mix in the mixing bowl
Add the eggs and the lemonade then add the oil
Mix with a spoon until thick and smooth
Pour into a lightly greased microwave container
Place into the microwave and cook for 8-9 minutes on high
Leave in the container for a few minutes before turning it out
Gently place cake onto a plate and let it cool
Cut into pieces and enjoy

ENJOY !


Thanks to everyone for giving me the opportunity to be part of this blog hop AND thanks to you, the reader, for stopping by today!


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