Jillian Chantal and The Gambler’s Daughter

Today my friend Jillian Chantal is visiting and talking about her latest release, The Gambler’s Daughter.   

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Thanks to Darlene for inviting me back yet again over to hang out at your blog and chat about my newest release, The Gambler’s Daughter. It’s the third book in a trilogy involving the same family and their voyages on the Queen Mary ocean liner. All three stories are stand alone books and there’s no need to have read them other ones to enjoy this one. They all have mystery and murder and romance- three of my favorite kinds of stories in one.

I’m fascinated by ghost stories and this book has spirits galore in it and they even take part in solving some of the mysteries going on during the voyage. The heroine has the ability to see dead people (and no, it’s not another Bruce Willis movie) and she uses that gift in trying to solve the crimes onboard the Queen Mary on its last ocean voyage before becoming a floating hotel in Long Beach, California.

Book trailer:

 buy link: http://www.desertbreezepublishing.com/the-gamblers-inheritance-book-three-the-gamblers-daughter-epub/

Contact Jillian: http://www.Jillianchantal.com

Twitter @JillianChantal

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jillian.chantal

 

Blurb:

Bernadette McSwain’s family has a strong connection to the Queen Mary ocean liner. They’re invited to sail on the Queen’s final voyage to her new home in Long Beach, California in 1967. Bernadette and her cousin, Michel are writing a book on the spirits who haunt the mighty ship. Bernadette’s psychic abilities help in their research. They meet a young Spanish grandee, Lazarus Garcia, who’s on the ship as a chef to learn to run his own first class restaurant. He’s surrounded by anguished spirits whom Bernadette can see. When passengers start to die in violent ways, Bernadette suspects Lazarus of the crimes. This suspicion causes a rift between the cousins as Michel has befriended the Spaniard. As the voyage continues and Lazarus tries to charm her, Bernadette must make a decision about him or face losing her cousin, both literally and figuratively.

Excerpt:

Bernadette stomped down the corridor with Michel hot on her heels. “Wait up, Detta. He’s just some hired hand. Don’t let him ruin our walk around the ship. We need to cover some more ground for you to get a feel for the energy of the place. It’s a big ship and soon there’ll be a lot of people onboard. We’re lucky they let us on early and have given us free rein.”

She kept walking, faster and faster.

Michel grabbed her upper arm. “Stop. Stop and tell me what the heck is wrong with you. You’re walking so fast, it’s like some demon is on your tail.”

She turned toward him. “That man is evil. He’s surrounded by spirits. All kinds of spirits. I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re all trying to get his attention and he’s oblivious. It terrifies me.”

“Come over here and sit down a minute. Your face is red and you look like you’re going to explode.” Michel pointed toward the alcove near the elevators.

She followed him over to the sofa and chairs. They sat on a green velvet sofa, side by side. Michel took her by the hand. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”

“When I first opened the door, I didn’t see anything except the man’s head, but once he stood all the way up, I could see wisps floating around him. It was almost like a fog. Then it seemed to lift and filter out into separate shapes. None of them tried to communicate with me, but they were clearly trying to communicate with him.”

“What did they look like?”

“It’s hard to describe. They were very nebulous and unformed. They looked like they were in anguish and all I could focus on was their faces. It was all I could do to talk to the insufferable, arrogant–”

“It’s all right. Chances are, you won’t run into him again. He’s a kitchen worker and you’re a first class passenger. It’ll be rare that you’re even in the same area of the ship.”

“Good. I don’t want to see him again.” She reached out and grabbed Michel’s hand. She squeezed it. “It made my heart ache to see all those spirits. Do you think he could’ve killed those people?”

“I have no idea.” Michel reared back. “I just met the man and only spoke a couple of words to him. I can’t make any judgment about him based on that.”

“I sure can.” She let go of Michel’s hand and stood. “Come on, then, we have a vessel to inspect.”

 

 

Just in Time for Christmas — Free Read

My friend and favorite Author Jillian Chantal has a free read available for Christmas.  I have read this story and it’s great.  The best part is that there are two more in the series and another one coming in the spring.  You are going to want to read them all.  Here’s the cover for the great free read available now:

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  New Orleans, Christmas Eve, 1947: Brothers, Dirk and Beaumont McSwain are                  both about to become fathers. Dirk’s wife has had a number of miscarriages and at thirty-six years old, is afraid this is her last chance for a healthy baby. Bo’s wife is pregnant for the first time. Both are due to give birth soon. The brothers arrange a surprise ride for their women in Papa Noel’s sleigh which is actually a horse drawn carriage with fake reindeer. The evening starts out merry and bright but before the night is over, they will need a Christmas miracle.

Go to Desert Breeze Publishing for more from the Gambler’s Inheritance series.

Click the cover to get your free copy

Jillian Chantal, Bushwackers and Surf Break

Many, many thanks to Darlene for inviting me over today to talk about Surf Break, my story based on Pensacola Beach, a place we both love. I decided to share a favorite cocktail that Pensacola is famous for (now, gramatically, I should say, “for which Pensacola is famous”, but dang, that sounds formal, doesn’t it?) Anyhow, you didn’t come  here for an English lesson, did you? Heck no, bring on the drink recipe, Jillian, you evil soul, you.

Okay, okay – here’s the recipe- This is the standard recipe for a Bushwacker but I kind of like adding some Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum (doesn’t hurt that the Captain in the commercials is a hottie) and maybe a banana (for the nutritional value,of course).

Ingredients:

2 0z Coffee Liqueur

1 oz dark rum

1 oz Creme de Cacao

4 ozs half and half

4 oz coconut cream

Vanilla ice cream (3-6 ozs depending on how strong you want it)

Pour all into a blender. Add two cups of ice and blend til mixed. Serve in tall glass.

And there you go, a Bushwacker. Watch out, they sneak up on you since you think you’re drinking a milkshake.

My hero in this story, Pete, is a cop who tells the heroine he’s going to work security at a Bushwacker Festival being held at club on the beach. I couldn’t very well write a Pensacola Beach story without a Bushwacker, could I? After all, I could be hauled out of town on a stick for that.

I hope you enjoy your Bushwacker and maybe curl up with my lil ole story while you drink it.

Blurb: Her past life as a professional surfer comes back to the fore when Juliette Mackey spends her summer break surfing the Gulf of Mexico. She left the pro-circuit when her former husband broke her heart. Returning to her beach roots, she signs on to work part time at a local burger joint to have the funds to rent a cottage on the shore. While working there, she meets a local cop named Pete Schwartz who is determined to let the world know about her surfing skills and force the younger crowd to acknowledge her gifts.

Attracted to Pete but wary of risking her heart again, Juliette resists Pete’s advances and wants no part of his plans to have her display her surf skills. It’s a battle of wills that Pete is determined to win. More importantly, he’s on a mission to break the wall Juliette has built around her heart.

Book Trailer:


Buy link

http://store.sweetcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=products_all&filter_author=124&zenid=dc24ad1c4b89d2f8bf6f88f485966b83

NEW RELEASE – Season of the Witch by Jillian Chantal

My favorite romance author Jillian Chantal has a new release out, Season Of The Witch you are so going to want to check out this story.  Here’s the fabulous cover.

And an excerpt:

He turned to her and she had to force herself from gasping at his beauty. He was most certainly not old. He looked at her with eyes the color of a glacier. She was immediately transported in her mind to Glacier Bay inAlaska, where she’d seen the calving of the ice into the ocean. His eyes pierced her soul. They seemed to see into the depths of her mind.

“Are you all right?” He peered at her. He spoke with what sounded like a Russian accent.

She shook her head as if to clear it. “I’m fine. Sorry, I was just gazing into my crystal ball. I’m still in a sort of trance. She hoped the lie wasn’t obvious.

“So, you are a seer then?”

“Do you need some help?”

He walked toward her. “I do. Have you heard about the recent cat killings?”

Again, she had to stop herself from gasping. This was exactly what she was trying to investigate on her own. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I have heard of these horrible ritualistic killings. In fact, when you came in, I was looking into my ball to see if I could see anything at all related to who may be behind it.”

He stepped closer until he was in her personal space. “What did you find?”

She took a step back, flustered by his masculinity and something that seemed vaguely feline. She tossed her head for clarity. “Nothing. I got nothing.”

“Hell. I need to get a lead on this. I was hoping you could help me.”

“I wish I could. I’m also trying to figure out who’s behind it. If it’s one person or an organization.”

“Why? Why are you involved?” He looked around the shop, “Do you think it’s witchcraft?”

“Uh-uh. Not necessarily. Just because my shop is called The Season of the Witch and I sell herbs and New Age items, doesn’t make me think everything is related to witchcraft.” She went behind the counter to get more distance from the man who was decidedly too disturbing to her senses. “And besides, wouldn’t it be a cliché for ritualistic killings of cats to be related to satanic worship?”

“No. I mean, why do you care? Why are you investigating?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She leaned on the wooden top of the counter.

“I asked you first.” He winked and leaned in from his side of the counter until his nose was almost touching hers.

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WOW Don’t you want to read more?  I do.  This fabulous story is available at

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/

Visit Jillian at her blog  http://www.jillianchantal.com

 

Jillian Chantal shares: Sebastian’s Salvation

Thanks for having me here today, Darlene. I appreciate the invitation to chat a bit about my new release, Sebastian’s Salvation.  It’s a contemporary romantic suspense. The hero is a former Green Beret who was injured on a mission in Afghanistan and while in rehab, he learned he had a gift for painting.  He’s now a celebrated artist who paints nude portraits. He meets the heroine at his one man show in London where she’s not very friendly to him. Once she sees his work in detail, she’s determined to have him paint her. He sees her as a snobby aristocrat and since she rebuffed him at the art show, he’s reluctant to deal with her. The excerpt here is the scene where he refuses to paint her portrait.

One of the things I do when I begin a new story is to make a soundtrack of songs that I feel will go with the story. Since I write without an outline and no real advance plotting, sometimes I have songs on the soundtrack that don’t initially make sense but later on, I realize why my subconscious chose a particular song. I play the soundtrack in my car, in my office and pretty much anywhere I can immerse myself in the music. This helps my focus and I believe it helps in the deep recesses of my mind with the plotting. Even though I’m a pantser, I find that my subconscious always knew where the story was going. The brain is a mighty powerful thing!

One song that I used on Sebastian’s soundtrack was by The Pet Shop Boys. West End Girls fit the story somewhat as the heroine is a west end of London girl, an earl’s daughter. The hero is not a London east end boy; rather, he’s a New York City east end boy which is totally different but the song worked for me and helped me in the writing of their characters.

Thanks again for having me here, Darlene. It’s been super fun.

Visit me on the web here: http://jillianchantal.com/news/

twitter: https://twitter.com/JillianChantal

Book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvzMd4ttvmU

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/sebastians-salvation

Blurb:

Three lives intertwine—a former Green Beret, now a painter of nude portraits tormented by the death of his comrade, an earl’s daughter, and a crazed stalker. Will the acts of the stalker force the soldier back into the life of violence which he sought to avoid?

Sebastian Hughes, wounded on a mission in Afghanistan, discovers a talent for painting nude portraits while in a rehabilitation center learning to walk again after losing part of his leg. He becomes the toast of London society and women clamor to be painted by him.

Lady Joanna Gresham, nursing a broken heart and used to getting what she wants, sets her sights on having her portrait painted by Sebastian. Once she meets him, she wants him for herself. She pursues him, intent on winning him. What she didn’t count on was a stalker who wants to harm everyone Sebastian holds dear.

Excerpt:

Joanna Gresham passed Margaret in the hallway of Bast’s building. Margaret carried a saddle under her arm.

Margaret stopped her and hitched the saddle to a more comfortable position. “You one of the many?”

“Many what?”

“Clients of Bast’s?”

Joanna shook her head. “No. But I’m thinking about it. I was at his show last night and am very impressed.”

“With the man or the artist?” The woman smiled coyly

“The artist of course.” Joanna stood tall and looked down her nose at the impertinent woman. The nerve to ask me such a thing. As if I’d be interested in a hoodlum.

“Don’t have to get huffy, Lady Joanna. All the women in town are swooning over the man. Some are even commissioning portraits just to tempt him with their bodies. No harm meant.”

Joanna ran her hands through her hair. “Sorry. Just moody, I guess.”

“No problem. Enjoy your session.”

“I don’t have a session. I’m just going to talk.”

“Good luck then. I think you’ll like Bast. I gotta go. Late for a practice run.”

“Good luck with practice. Ta, Margaret.” Joanna waved good-bye and approached the door to Bast’s atelier. Why am I so nervous? He’s just a man I want to hire. Why should I feel so skittish?

Joanna knocked lightly on the door.

The door burst open, and the man asked, “What did you for—”

He stopped short. “Uh. Sorry, I thought you were Margaret, come back for something she forgot. She always leaves something behind.”

“Is that why you were already at the door?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I give her about three minutes after she leaves to come dashing back. I thought I timed it right.” His smile got larger.

Why does his smile have to be so spectacular? He’s gorgeous even with that scar across his face. “Sorry, it’s just me. I’m not sure if you remember—”

“Of course, I do. You’re the lady in the alley, the one that needed no help with her aching feet. Come on in.” He opened the door wider to allow her access to the loft.

Once they were inside, he showed her over to a client chair. He took a seat behind the desk, leaned across the top, and asked, “What can I do for you?”

She put one hand on the desktop and scraped her nail across the surface. “I was at your show last night—”

“Yeah, I know. I saw you, remember?”

“I recall.” She frowned. Was the man determined to make her feel stupid?

“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Go on.” Bast nodded his encouragement.

“I was thinking I might want a portrait of myself. Your work is impressive. Very tasteful. I know it seems like I’m just jumping on a trend, but I really am in awe of your abilities.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it. I’m a little full right now. The show last night garnered me a lot of commissions, and I’m afraid I don’t have time to add one more person to my schedule. I’ll be glad to put you on the waiting list.” He pulled a pad out of his top drawer.

She stood, and the chair teetered and fell back against the wall. “I know what you’re doing. You jerk.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. His face showed no emotion. “What’s your problem, Lady?”

Lady? You say it that way because you know who I am? You think you can be a sarcastic bastard to me?”

“Ma’am, you came in here, didn’t introduce yourself to me, and now you’re offended? I can’t figure that out. All I said was I have to put you on my waiting list. How you think that’s something offensive, I don’t know.” He sat forward in the chair.

She glared. “I’m Lady Joanna Gresham. I don’t do waiting lists.”

He stood up and walked around the desk to her. He got in her face and said, “I don’t do snobby Ladies. So, I suggest you get out of my studio.”

Joanna pushed his chest. “I just bet you don’t do ladies.” She looked around and took in the whole room and nodded toward the fainting couch under the window. “I bet you do the ladies right over there.”

Enraged, he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the wall. He pressed against her. “If I wanted to do a lady, I’d do her right here against this wall.” He lifted her off her feet as if she was no larger than a toy doll and pulled her over to the other client chair. He sat in it and pulled her on top of himself. “Or here in this chair.”

She jerked off his lap and stumbled backward. “How dare you touch me, you arrogant—”

“What? Black bastard? Is that what you want to call me, your white holiness? Lady Joanna Gresham that doesn’t do waiting lists? Huh? Huh? That what you want to say?” He stood up.

She continued to back up. “You’re crazy. You know that? You’re insane.”

He stalked toward her. “And you’re all alone here with me. A crazy, scar-faced, big black man who isn’t intimidated by a title. Now, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m leaving.” She flounced toward the door.

Just as she got to the door and opened it, he slammed his hand on it and shut it. His body leaned against hers. He pressed against her and whispered, “I bet you always leave. When the going gets tough and you don’t get your way, you leave. Right?”

He let go of the door and stepped back. “Thank you for coming by, ma’am. I’ll be sure to not add you to the waiting list.”

She jerked the door open and left.

Welcome Jillian Chantal, A Valentine Treat

Today we have a guest blogger, my friend and one of my favorite authors, Jillian Chantal has dropped in to tell us about one (stay tuned for more) of her current releases.   Jillian writes with the fabulous ladies of Still Moments Publishing and has a Valentine treat for us.   So without further ado here’s Jillian:

Thanks for inviting me to be on your blog today, Darlene. I’m here to talk a little bit about my short story in a Valentine’s Day Anthology from Still Moments Anthology.

My story is The Coroner’s Heart and takes place mostly in a crime lab. The heroine is the city coroner and the hero is a blood analyst in the lab. The mayor of the city is dead and there’s a big push in the lab and morgue to figure out how and why.

As the investigation goes on, there’s also an office party planned for Valentine’s Day and the heroine decides to make a candy heart- an anatomically correct heart- for the party. This heart plays an integral part in the story.

The hero is a sarcastic man who likes to say things to the coroner to aggravate her, but suddenly, this Valentine’s Day, his behavior changes and he starts to flirt with her. The abrupt change in his actions towards her throws her off kilter somewhat.

This was a fun story to write and I really like the hero. I hope the readers like him as much as I do.

This anthology can be purchased here: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/ I will also give away one e-copy to a commenter who tells me their favorite Valentine’s Day candy and why it’s their favorite.

Thanks again for the invite, Darlene.

Find me on the web: http://www.JillianChantal.com

Thanks for coming by Jillian and giving my readers the chance to win a copy of this great anthology. You are one of my readers favorites we look forward to seeing you again soon.

Tag You’re It

I’ve been tagged by the  amazing Jillian Chantal She had her character from her upcoming release, Redemption for the Devil, coming out in July from Desert Breeze Publishing answer these questions so I’ve asked Phillip Caminitti, the hero from my current WIP  to answer the same questions.

1. Do you think you’re hot? 

I’m not Nascar’s most eligible bachelor for nothing.  I have been referred to not just as hot but smoking hot.  So I’ll leave it to you what do you think?

2. Upload a picture you are using at the moment:

  The Nascar Hall of Fame.  I’m going to take Alicia to the Hall of Fame as part of our date.  It’s one of those Bid for Bachelor things.  I normally wouldn’t do it but it’s to raise money for breast cancer research so what’a guy to do.  I figured I’d be the perfect guy to take this chick to the Hall of Fame since it’s only a matter of time until I’m inducted. 

3.  When was the  last time you ate chicken meat?  We had the best hot wings at McGinty’s just the other night.  I almost blew it with Alicia that night but I think I made up.  Flowers go a long way.  I’ve messed up with women before so I have several florists always on standby.  Alicia was a trooper she ate some pretty hot wings.

4.  The songs you listened to latelyPorn Star Dancing  by My Darkest Days and So Much Cuter by Nickelback

5. What were you thinking as you were doing this?  Isn’t it obvious?  Racing and women. 

6. Do you have a nickname?  Not any that I’ll share here.  Some of the women I spend time with have, shall we say, pet names for me but I understand that this is a PG kind of blog so I’ll keep those to myself. 

I’m tagging the following people:

Daisy Harris, Tara Tew, Michele Zurlo  Cynthia Eden and Karyn Bosnak

Check them out.  Let’s see who has Google Alerts on and see that they’ve been tagged.  Should be fun.

 

Welcome – Jillian Chantal

Surfer Bride the latest Bookstrand release by Jillian Chantal

Hello!  I’m Jillian Chantal. First, I want to thank Darlene for having me here today. I follow her blog and am thrilled she asked me to participate on her Live, Love, Laugh themed blog.  Since I live to laugh and also love to laugh, I should fit right in. I wrote romance stories/novels and my tag line is Romantic Adventures with an International Flair. I love to travel and my characters do, too. Some part of each story I write occurs in a place outside the USA. 

 My newest book, Surfer Bride, will be released tomorrow-February 22, 2011 by SirenBookStrand. My heroine’s a professional surfer named Quincy Holt.  She was dumped by her first real love, Finn Smith, when she was on the pro-circuit tour and one of the other surfers gave an interview to the media that he and she were an item. Finn saw the article and dumped her in a rage.  She was never given a chance to explain that the man was a liar.

The book takes place two years later when the heroine is engaged to another man. Quincy’s former lover, now an agent with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, comes back into her life to warn her not to marry her fiancé. He tells her that the man is not an antiques dealer but a gun smuggler. She refuses to believe him and heads off to a competition in Bali.  Danger finds her there when she boards the private plane her fiancé sends to pick her up after the competition is over.  She boards the plane and is arrested for smuggling. Seems there were firearms in the hold.

Quincy’s former lover arrives in Bali in his official capacity to try to get her released from the custody of the Balinese government.  The heroine lands in even more hot water as she plots to bring down her fiancé for his illegal activities.  This story is classified as a mainstream, sensual, contemporary romantic suspense novel.  I hope you enjoy this excerpt.

EXCERPT:

She turned at the sound, looked around and noticed him in the sand. He tried to stand up. He pushed the heel of his hand into the ground and attempted to leverage himself up.      

Before he could rise, she walked over and pushed him in the chest with her bare foot. He grabbed her ankle. She lost her balance and fell to the beach. She sat half way up, leaning on her elbows and looked at him. “What the hell you doing here, you prick?”

“Don’t act surprised, Q. You knew I’d follow you.” He said as he ran his hand up her ankle to her shin. God, her skin felt good. Smooth. Like he remembered.

She jerked her leg from his grasp as if it were on fire. “Keep your paws off me.” She backed off, crab like. Out of reach.

He leaned toward her. “Q. Will you hear me out? Can I please talk to you? I have to tell you something. I wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t important.”

She looked at him.  She stayed silent.

“Really, Quincy. This is vital. I know you’ll be glad I told you. I know you. You need to hear this.”

“Fine. If I listen, will you go away? Never try to interfere with me again?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fine. I’ll do it. Now, can we get up? I’m not really comfortable down here on the ground.”

“I know. That was always part of your problem, Finn.” With no effort, she rose from her seat.

What?” he asked as he struggled to get up, bogged down by his agency issued thick-soled black shoes.

“Not liking sand in your shorts.”

“And that’s a problem, how?” He raised that one eyebrow again.

Intimidation tactics didn’t work with her. “Too straitlaced. Anyone who can’t deal with sand in the crack of their butt is too tightly wound for me.” They were standing close. Less than two feet separated them.

“I guess we all know where the lack of being straitlaced got you.” The sneer was back. “In bed with Craig Miller.”

The crack as she slapped his face was so loud it sounded like an aborted thunder storm. “Wondered how long it’d take for you to bring that up.”

“So, you don’t deny it?”

“Did you ever give me a chance to deny anything, jerkwad?”

“Now’s your shot, Baby. Take it. Let’s see if I believe you.” His face was mottled red, and the spittle flew from his mouth.

She looked at him for a full second. Her eyes filled with tears, and she turned away. She walked over, grabbed her board and tucked it under her arm and stalked off the beach to her Jeep.

As she stowed the board in the back with the other two, Finn walked up behind her. “Sorry about that, Q. I really didn’t look you up to bring up the past.”

She sighed and turned around. “Then why? Why’d you look me up, then? Go ahead and say what you need to say. Then leave. Please. It’s clear to me that you aren’t gonna go till you do.” She stood with her hands on her hips.

He looked at her, sad at what he had to tell her. Even after all the lies she’d told him, he still didn’t like to hurt her. “There’s no way to soften the blow, but you need to know. Your fiancé, Percy Hicks, is an arms dealer.”

She threw her head back and laughed out loud. “You’re insane, Finn. Yes, he is a dealer. I know that. He’s an antiques dealer. Not arms, antiques. This is what has you in a tizzy?” She slapped her hand on her thigh. “You misheard. But thanks for the warning. If I see a dangerous settee, I’ll be sure to get out of the way.” She laughed so hard, she cried. She bent over double, clutching her stomach. After a while, she stood back up and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

It was too much for him. His reawakened feelings for her, her wet panties and her laughing at him sent him over the edge. He grabbed a handful of her wet suit top and jerked her toward him. He lifted her off her feet by the front of the wet suit. He pulled her close, his lips locked on hers, and he rammed his tongue in her mouth and kissed her like he’d wanted to since the day he walked out of her life. His other hand slid down her spine and into her panties where it squeezed her right buttock. It was cold from being in the water. He could feel the sand in her panties.

She slid her arms around his neck and returned the kiss for the first couple of seconds. He was hard. She kissed him back until his hand entered her panties. As soon as he squeezed her butt, she jerked away from his grasp and smacked him again. “What are you trying to do, Finn?”

“Trying to stop you from marrying an arms dealer.”

“By assaulting me?”

“That wasn’t an assault.” He grinned at her.

“Hey, cop, I know what an assault is, and I bet you do, too. Kissing and pawing a woman without her consent is considered assault in this state.”

“Seemed to me you consented.” His smile broadened.

“Appearances can be deceiving.” She stopped and smacked her forehead. “Oh yeah, forgot for a moment who I was talking to. Appearances do deceive you. You can be blinder than a dead man. How you ever made detective grade, I’ll never know.”

“Nice. That’s real nice, Q.”

The book can be ordered here: http://www.bookstrand.com/jillian-chantal  

To watch the book trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVPI7QrsF0A

I’d like to give away a Live, Love, Surf magnet to one commenter- For a chance to win, leave me a comment on which of the following you’d like to see play a fictional Federal Agent: Brad Pitt as he looked in Fight Club; Bradley Cooper as he looked in The ATeam; or Josh Duhamel as he looked in Transformers. I’ll have random.org pick a winner tomorrow at noon.

  

 

 

You can find me here: http://www.jillianchantal.wordpress.com  and email me here: JillianChantal@gmail.com or tweet me http://twitter.com/JillianChantal

Check It Out – Surfer Bride 2/22/11

My friend Jillian Chantal’s second book is going to be released on the 22nd of this month.  How exciting is that???  Jillian is going to be dropping by to visit with us some time before then or perhaps she’ll send a dashing hero or beautiful blonde surfer girl.  In the meantime check out the trailer. 

Check out this Trailer

Here’s a trailer for an upcoming book by my friend Jillian Chantal.   Check it out:

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