Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Adriana Kraft Week! Mistress of Purgatory Point

The Mistress of Purgatory Point - Available January 1 from Extasy.

Not quite fifty, recently widowed Martha Richards has just purchased the old sturdy house at the tip of Purgatory Point overlooking Minnesota’s Boundary Waters. She and her pastor husband often dreamed of retiring there on their summer canoe trips. Now, she welcomes the solitude and time to hone her jewelry making craft.

Forest Ranger Dan Ford, her reticent neighbor to the south, thinks the aloof newcomer has no clue what it takes to survive North Woods winters. Reluctantly, he volunteers to help her prepare the place for the inevitable blizzards.

Martha is shocked when local shop owner Natalie Bjorg says her jewelry exudes erotic passion. Natalie doesn’t stop there, but explains that as the new Mistress of Purgatory Point, Martha now holds the key to release its two ghosts: Ben and Stella have been trapped between worlds for nearly a century, waiting for an owner of their home to discover a love that matches their own and set them free.

One man, two women and two ghosts keep love’s fires burning through the deep chill of a North Woods winter—but which love will hold the key?

A gust of wind rattled the windows and Martha slid farther under the covers. If it could get this nippy in early September, how would she manage January?

She’d check the furnace filters in the morning. And she’d better make certain the wood yard held plenty of firewood to last the winter. She’d have to get advice about that. She had no idea how much would be enough.

Natalie might know. Daniel Ford would certainly know. She turned over again and fluffed her pillow back up. The nerve of him, to be watching her when she hadn’t even been aware of his presence!

She didn’t doubt he could wield an axe handily. She shivered. Maybe she should’ve done more research before buying the place. Perhaps she should look into getting one of those cute gas fire places.

She needed to stay warm in the winter, and she wasn’t about to flee back to civilization any time soon. It had taken all her gumption and most of her inheritance to buy Purgatory Point; she wasn’t about to give up because of a chill in the air.

That decided, she closed her eyes and welcomed the drifting sensations of dozing.

He’d have strong hands. She’d have soft hands. Dan’s fingers. Natalie’s fingers. As if from a distance, Martha recognized her own soft moans. Her loins ached. It was an old ache, yet a familiar ache.

Her nipples pebbled and strained against the flannel gown. Fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping them.

Whose fingers? Hers? His? Natalie’s? She was dreaming. She knew she was. She had to be dreaming. She let herself sink farther into the darkness.

“That a girl,” came a soothing whisper penetrating her fuzzy brain. “You’re a passionate woman. Let it out. Cherish your passion. Let me help. Let me touch you.”

“Natalie?” Martha whispered, unable to awaken.

A soft chuckle answered. “Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you.”

The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. “Oh,” she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.

Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. “This can’t be happening,” she moaned, widening her thighs.

“But it is. You’re not pretending it isn’t, are you?”

Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted, but she wanted with her entire body.

A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. “Good God,” Martha whimpered. She heard laughter and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn’t know which would explode first, her head or her loins.

“God help me!” she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.

Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn’t deceive herself labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.

She’d orgasmed before, but...She threw an arm across her forehead. This one had been so explosive. So simple, and yet overwhelmingly complex. She shook her head. Since when had she become an analyst of orgasms?

Her nipples still tingled. Tentatively, she brushed a hand against a breast. Her eyes flew wide open and she started to a sitting position. The flannel covering her breast was sodden. She slid a hand between her legs. Wet. “Good grief,” she murmured to the night, “what is happening to me?”

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Adriana Kraft Week! Santa's Boss

Adriana Kraft week continues with Santa's Boss, released December 15 from Extasy

Joy Danser has believed in Santa since childhood—now Nick Polaris shows her Santa can deliver an adult package beyond her wildest dreams!

Always authentic, Assistant Mall Manager Joy Danser insists that her mall Santas must have real beards so children can believe. But even she is unprepared for the very real Santa who visits her bed invisibly this Christmas season. Is she dreaming, or has she gone mad? Joy consults Sophia Nardiz, manager of the Magical Gypsy shop at her mall. Sophia reads her palm and gives her a cryptic message: Joy is at a crossroads, and she must trust her intuition.

Owner of the Magical Gypsy chain and a true Gypsy himself, Nick Polaris is thrilled to play Joy’s Santa, in the mall and in her bed, but he knows it’s only a lark. For true love, he’ll need someone with Gypsy blood. Must he renounce the Scottish redhead he enjoys so much?

The opening scene is up at our website - here's a short excerpt when the two women first discover each other:

Sophia pushed back dark tresses of hair from her shoulder. She smiled as if she knew a secret. "And this visitor claimed to be Santa Claus?"

"That's right. I felt his beard and mustache." Joy shuddered.

"I'm sure you did. You look quite pleased with the memory."

"I must be crazy," Joy wailed. "You must think I'm nuts for sure."

"Don't say that, girl." Sophia cradled Joy's hand and Joy experienced an immediate calm spreading over her body. "What you describe is quite plausible." Sophia smiled thinly. "You have too many aches—pleasant aches—for this to be something only in your mind. It could be someone with pyschokinesis and telepathic powers. Rare, but not impossible. I have known persons with such powers."

"You don't think I'm crazy."

"Not at all. I believe you must be very special to have received such a gift."

"But you don't think it was Santa?"

"Does that matter? Someone thinks very highly of you to want to nurture your belief, maybe not in Santa only, but in a world beyond that which you typically know. In my culture, we'd say you were blessed."


"You received, and there was no expectation of return."

"Oh." Joy scowled. "I hope Santa—I hope he enjoyed me, too."

Chuckling, Sophia interjected, "I'm sure he did. Who wouldn't? May I look at your palm a moment?"

"Of course." Joy tried not to tense. This was part of what she'd hoped for when she'd decided to seek out Sophia, but she probably wouldn't have asked.

Sophia's features were blank. "You do seem to be at a crossroads."

"A crossroads," Joy squeaked. "What kind of crossroads?"

"I'm not positive. Love and career seem mixed up. Ah," Sophia smiled softly, "so your first love was a woman."

Joy blinked and then shrugged. "My roommate during my sophomore year of college gave me a vibrator for my birthday and then showed me how to use it. You're right. I was in love. Unfortunately, Mary Beth got pregnant four months later."

"There were others?"

"One." Joy's mouth went dry. She hadn't realized her knees had clamped tightly around one of Sophia's knees. She tried to unlock her grip and then gave up trying.

Sophia grinned at her openly. "It is good to love a woman now and then. I've often found if I only love a man or only love a woman, I'm out of balance. How about you?"

Monday, December 29, 2008

Adriana Kraft Week! Adam's Gift

We're kicking off a week of excerpts and blogging by Adriana Kraft. This dynamic husband/wife writing duo have a bunch of recent releases so we're very excited to have them! First off, we have A Gift for Adam - released by Whiskey Creek Torrid December 1st.

Home and Garden assistant manager Evie Strand has painstakingly embroidered a set of seven thongs as a gag gift for her best friend—only she brought the wrong box to the store Christmas party, and now Adam Grant from Automotive is holding them up for everyone to see: Kiss my..., Tight Fit—could things get any worse? Adam may seem like a total rake, but he can tell Evie’s deeply embarrassed and he resolves to make it up to her. Who knew where a simple dinner date would lead?

Sensual Ecata gave it a Five Star Review
"Side-splitting hilarity mixed with volcanically hot love scenes, what more could a woman want?"


Mortified, Evie Strand looked on in horror at the office Christmas party careening out of control. Her fellow employees stared at her in amazement. Some snickered. Some couldn’t remain silent.

“What a hoot,” Leslie whispered from the seat next to her. “You put old Adam in his place.”

Evie shook her head and swallowed hard, willing herself to be anywhere but in this room. Adam Grant’s dark eyes snapped, mocking her. Did he really think she’d given him that package on purpose? It was meant for Christie, her closest friend. That package wasn’t even supposed to come to the office party. Christie didn’t work for the store.

How could she be such an idiot? She’d wrapped so many Christmas presents late last night. It had never occurred to her that the two packages looked so similar on the outside.

To her dismay, she’d drawn Adam Grant’s name for the annual gift exchange. She hadn’t given it much thought once she’d decided to give him a tie.

Evie blinked as he rummaged through his gift. “No,” she muttered softly, when he held up a second thong. This one, like the last, had hand-stitched lettering.

She should know. She’d painstakingly hand-lettered seven thongs for Christie. They were supposed to be a joke. She doubted Christie would actually wear any of them, but they’d each gone out of their way during the past six seasons to surprise each other with something that was outlandishly sexy. She had to admit she might’ve gone over the top this year.

Adam held high the pink Tuesday thong. He could hardly read it aloud for breaking up with laughter. “Tuesday: Wish you were…?” The question mark below the lettering left little room for confusion about the intent—it would nestle comfortably over the wearer’s mound.

More hoots and hollers followed. The powder blue Monday thong had been more shocking, probably because it was the first one Adam had held up, or maybe because it said “Don’t Dribble” across the front.

Evie pushed her chair back from the long banquet table where she sat with her fellow Grafton Department Store employees. Leslie grabbed her wrist. “Don’t let him get the best of you. Mistakes happen. At least half the people here think you did this on purpose to get the rake’s goat. If you leave, they’ll know you screwed up.”

Evie gulped and nodded at her department manager. She drew in a deep breath. “All right.”
She glanced back at Adam in time to seem him holding up the yellow Wednesday thong: “Kiss My…” with a broken arrow pointing suggestively toward the backside.

Adam shook his head at her. She thought she might’ve caught a flicker of sympathy in his eyes. “Interesting thought,” he mused. “I didn’t know you cared. I think I’ll look at the rest of these later.”

Stay with us this week as we post more excerpts, Adriana guest blogs and we wind it up all up with one of our famous Interviews!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Halo In Her Pocket Release Date!

Coming Soon from
Cobblestone Press
January 23, 2009

I have a release date! Halo In Her Pocket will be available from Cobblestone Press on January 23, 2009.

It's Winter Solstice and starting tomorrow the days start getting longer again! It's a day Alaskans look forward to with great relish each year. So, Solstice and a Release Date! What a great way to celebrate at this very dark time of year! My editor was great to work with and I adore my cover. Isn't it hot? I catch my son staring at it when he thinks I'm not looking and when he thinks I am, he pretends to be embarassed by it. LOL. Teenagers.

Don't forget FROZEN is now available in print, and if you buy it at Amazon , you get it on sale AND it's eligible for Free Super Saver Shipping.

Chinook Wine and Sink Her is getting some great comments lately. If you haven't read it yet, it's a great snuggle up with a cup of cocoa mid-winter read.

We're getting close to Christmas, I may have to write a short story... Jmo did! Keep an eye on the Lyrical Press Blog and you'll find out how to get your copy if you haven't already. Also check out Piper Denna's hot, Dear Santa, All I want is a Fireman Details are available at there are more free reads to come!

Merry Christmas from The Morgans!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Get FROZEN in Print!

I'm so excited to announce, that FROZEN is now available in Print! Yes, the long awaited date is here and I'm anxiously awaiting my copy in the mail. And when I get it, I'm slapping the book plate below inside it!

To commemorate this event, I've created the above bookplate and all you need to do to get one for your copy is to send me an email with your mailing address. That's all! I'll personalize a bookplate for you and sign it with my own hand.
So get your copy while they're on sale, or, go to your local bookstore and ask them to order it for you. That way you save shipping costs.
Morgan O'Reilly

Monday, December 8, 2008

Kicking off The Holiday Season Jmo Style

It’s December and man is it hopping, at least in my neck of the woods. As with all good things about this Season, it is a time for giving. Before I get to all the giving, let me announce a couple things.

First off, if you didn’t know, Elfing Around is live! And already getting some nice reviews!

PNR Inklings had this to say.

Elfing Around is without a doubt one of the best Christmas romances I have read so far. I absolutely love the characters and their snarky sense of humor. I was in tears laughing at some of the stuff that was said. I would recommend this story to anyone looking for a little naughty this Christmas.

Thanks to Beth Senters and the PNR for the fantastic review. To check the whole thing out, just click on the link.

Now on to the fun stuff.

Contest! Contest! Contest!

Thought that’d get your attention.

Join me and a host of fantastic authors, as we bring you

Have Yourself a Paranormal Christmas! A contest that spans over 20 authors to bring you chances at prizes and some amazing reads. To get in the running for the contest just hop over to Dani Harper’s website for all the details.

How do I end this cavalcade of an information dump? A free read from me and Lyrical Press. That’s right, we’re bringing you A Wicked Christmas Carol! For those of you who remember How Wicked Can She Go?—soon to be republished with more story than you can shake a stick at—this book ties into the Wicked Series. If you wanted more Nikki, this is your chance to get some before the big re-release in April. Stay tuned and I’ll come back with the details on how to get your copy.

Okay, I think I’m info-ed out for now. Before I shuffle off, I want to wish everyone a happy and SAFE Holiday Season.

Happy Holidays,