OMG! I'm so excited

I just found out that both A Gamble Worth Taking and Bound by Love, out through www.phaze.com, will be coming out in print in December. I'm really excited about these two. It'll be so cool to have them on my bookshelf.

I hope you'll look for them, just in time for Christmas...

I am so super excited!!! It's almost better than sex!

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PICK OF THE LITTER

Will be out on September 22. I hope you will look for this saga, starting the entire series of Nonhuman novels that I will have out for sale. It all started with Marissa and Lukah. Thanks so much...

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Hi!

Captive Angel is now available to purchase. If you're interested, go to www.eternalpress.ca. You can find it there either under the book title or under my penname of Wendy Stone. Thanks so much!!!

Callie's Shadow comes out tomorrow. For those of you who like my paranormal novels, this one tells the story of ASP. You can find it tomorrow at www.nobleromance.com. I hope you'll check it out!!

Thanks for everything,

Danielle

Captive Angel

It's been a while since I've posted but I've been so busy doing edits, I haven't had a chance to do anything else. Now I'm all excited. I'm doing the last edits on Callie's Shadow. It will be out through www.Nobleromance.com on the Eighth of September which is Tuesday.

Captive Angel will be "launched" through www.Eternalpress.ca tomorrow, September seventh. I'm very excited to be working with Enternal Press and Noble Publishers. They've taken these two novels and really kicked butt on the edits but the stories are the same, just edited so that all my grammatical mistakes are gone. I hope you'll check them out.

Coming closer to the end of the month is Pick of the Litter, the story of Lukah and Marissa.

Thanks so much!!

Danielle/Wendy Stone

Hey all!

Life has been rough just recently and I've had so much going on that it's been hard to get here and post. I just wanted to remind all of my lovely readers who have been asking for the Slave Series that the first novel is out. It's been retitled, Bound by Love, and is the story of the people of Daring Castle as well as the love story of Adrianna and Kaden, her shadowy warrior who is trapped in a mirror during the day and may only come to her when the last ray of sunlight has left the sky.

You can find it here...

http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Bound+By+Love

I hope you'll look for it!

Thanks!

Danielle/Wendy Stone

A Tiger's Love--An Excerpt

The light hurt his eyes.

They fluttered open and then closed again as the piercing brightness seemed to cut straight into his head, sending the headache thumping from just a minor nuisance to an all encompassing pain. He groaned, trying to lift his hand to cover his eyes. A sharp pain in his arm stopped him and he managed to squint open his eyes, seeing the tubes taped down to his arm.

A machine next to him kept track of his heart rate, the bleeps almost comforting. Another machine kept track of his blood oxygen and still a third regulated the amount of liquid that was being fed into the tube in his arm.

He was in a hospital. But why? He tried to remember what happened but everything seemed so blank.

“Oh, you’re awake,” a soft, very feminine voice said next to him.

He turned his head, staring at the Angel who stood next to his bed. She was blonde, her hair long and naturally curly. Her big blue eyes dominated a small heart shaped face. She had delicate features, a tiny tip tilted nose and lush pink lips that seemed made to be kissed. He could see a book on the chair behind her and wondered if she’d been sitting with him long. “W-what h-happened?” he asked, his voice a hoarse croak.

“You don’t remember?” the girl asked. “You were in an accident. I found you wandering in the dark on the side of the road. You were bleeding and incoherent. I got you to the hospital.” She reached down and took his hand. “Let me get the doctor.”

She patted his hand gently then left the room, leaving behind her the fresh smell of gardenias to tease his senses.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the fragrance, feeling as if it were taunting him with a memory he just couldn’t seem to reach. He heard the door to the room open again and he opened his eyes, staring at the short, heavyset woman who took his wrist in her hand. “So you’re back with us finally. It’s about time. I couldn’t understand how any red blooded American boy could resist this little girl but you’ve managed for an entire week.”

“A w-week? I’ve b-been here a week?” He stared at the short woman in her nurse’s scrubs, a sense of horror and disbelief flooding him. “I c-can’t stay. I have to…to…”

The blonde angel came up on the other side of the bed. “Shh. You won’t do yourself any good if you get up and rip out your stitches or pass out and hit your head again.” She stroked his bare arm unconsciously.

He settled back into the pillow under his head, staring up at her. “W-who are you? Do we know each other?”

His angel glanced over at the nurse. “You don’t know who you are?”

He shook his head, groaning as the movement caused his headache to flare even brighter. “It’s like a brick wall.” He glanced up at his angel. “You don’t know me?”

“No,” she said softly, still stroking his arm. “I’d never seen you before the night I found you on the side of the road.”

“She managed to keep you calm when you were delirious,” a male voice said from the doorway.

The nurse handed the doctor his chart after she finished writing his vitals in it. “I’m Dr. Anthony Bernard, I’ve been on your case since your were brought into Emergency last week. So how are you feeling today?”

“I can’t remember anything,” he said, a touch of panic making his voice a bit shriller then it had been. “I can’t even remember my name. Is that normal?”

The doctor cocked his head. “You had a pretty nasty head injury. Some amnesia wouldn’t be abnormal. Just relax, don’t try to force anything. It’ll come back in time.”

“In time? Doctor, how would you like not knowing who you are or where you belong?” He tried to sit up in bed but his pretty blonde angel moved quickly to his side. She stroked her hand over his face until he turned toward her, reaching up and grabbing her hand to hold in his.

“Listen to the doctor. He’s one of the best,” she leaned down to whisper near his ear.

“I’m going to send you down for an MRI. I’ll know more after I get a chance to look at those pictures.” Dr. Bernard lifted the sheet that covered him, reaching for the hospital gown and lifting it just enough to see the bandages that covered his ribs. “I’m going to have the nurse change your bandages but you seem to be healing well. Keep this up and we’ll be able to release you by the end of the week.”

He nodded, bringing his free hand up to his forehead as the headache seemed to grow. Release him to go where? He couldn’t help but wonder. He could feel something behind the pain but he wasn’t sure what it was. It was as if he needed to get through the pain, to reach the other side of it and everything would be there, his identity, what happened to him, why he felt so strange, everything.

His eyes flickered and the pain receded. He opened his eyes, staring at his angel then at the nurse who was feeding something in a syringe into the tube that went into his arm. “W-what?” he stuttered faintly.

“Something for the pain, you’ll sleep for a while,” she said.

His head swiveled on the pillow, a low moan coming from between his lips. “No,” he growled, a sudden pain in his back, like the shifting of bones accompanying his rage. But then, as the medication took affect, the bones shifted back and he fought to keep his eyes open.

“Shh, Jamie,” his angel said. “Just let it work.” She stroked his hair that wasn’t covered by bandages, her hand gentle.

His eyes popped back open as he heard her call him a name. “J-Jamie?” he whispered.

“You don’t look like a John Doe,” she said with a shrug. “I had to call you something.”

“W-who are you?” he asked even as he lost the fight with consciousness. Her name echoed in his head as the darkness flooded him. “Tessa.”

My exciting News!

Heaven in Her Eyes and Key to her Heart, the sequels to Captive Angel have been picked up by Eternal Press. I'm so excited that they decided to take all three. Fran has been wonderful. Thanks so much to all of you who have made my Hunters so loved.

Also, A Fall From Grace has made it to seventh place in Phaze's Top Twenty Best Sellers for the month of June. Once more I need to thank my fans who have helped to make my dreams come true. My next dream is to be in an actual book store.

Thanks again, all of you.

Danielle/Wendy Stone

For those of you who are interested in my

novels, A Fall From Grace is now out through http://www.phaze.com/ under my pen name of Wendy Stone. Miranda and the Prince is out now through http://www.totalebound.com/ under my pen name of Wendy Stone. Pick of the Litter will be out in September and for those of you asking about my slave series, the first, Bound by Love, will be out in July. The second, the story of Damien and Raven's sons, Captive of Love, will be out in December. Keep watching this space and I'll update with more release dates when I know them. Thanks so much.

Charisma

Charisma has been picked up by Phase and will be out next year. Bound by Love, the first of my Slave series is coming out in July and Pick of the Litter is supposed to be out in September. I hope you'll look for them.

Rainstone, the second in the Seventh Kingdom series

The whip scoured over her flesh. It left flickering trails of fire across her skin, the pain almost too much for her to bear. She hung from her wrists, from where he’d tied her when she’d once more displeased him.

Who was he? Her father, the King of the fourth kingdom and ruler of all the lands he could see. He was a tyrant and a bully, beating his only daughter when he found fault with something in his palace. That was her charge, to run his kingdom, leaving him to play with his whores, to fulfill his fantasies and to drink himself into ruin.

His heart raced now as he lifted the whip once more, the knotted ends skittering across the stone floor and leaving a trail of blood and flesh. He let the whip sing as it came toward her back, making sure the ends flicked under her arms and struck her breast. Her screams were beautiful, lusty and pained, making his cock harden under the ornate codpiece he wore.

“Enough, your majesty. Soon she will be scarred and then who will want to marry her. You must think of her worth upon a marriage contract.” Smeadly Aloysius was quick to hurry to his king’s side. He stroked the king’s hand as he spoke, whispering the words urgently into the man’s ear. “She is of marrying age, majesty. It is time she brought some wealth to your people.”

“To my people Smeadly? Or perhaps you mean to you?” He glanced over to where his daughter hung, her head bowed, her ebony colored waves of hair sticking to the blood on her back. What skin was left unmarked was clear and creamy, making his hand itch to lift the whip once more. “Release her,” he called to two of his men who stood staring in horror at what their king had done. “Send her to her chamber and have her maid attend her. I will see her upon the morrow.” He tossed the whip to one of the boys standing close by, bidding him to clean it and return it to his possession post haste.

Then he returned to his meal and the company of his favorite of the castle’s whores, a slovenly blonde who fawned over him, hand feeding him the best of the food upon the platter, letting him lick his wine from her over blown breasts, laughing at everything he had to say.

Neither watched as the young girl, barely eighteen years of age, was cut down from her bonds, carried gently out of the room and up to the third story of the huge castle to where her father had banished her years ago at the death of his beloved wife.

* * *

Sasha Rainstone roused as the pain of her wounds became almost too much to handle. She managed not to scream as she was placed belly down upon her bed. A shiver of cold overcame her as metal pressed against her spine and then she heard a rip as the rest of her dress was torn from her, pulled gently from under her, leaving her naked upon the bed.

She heard a soft moan and then a hand was upon her slender thighs, stroking her flesh. Sasha wanted to move, to get away from that hand but even the littlest of moves made her back burn like fire. Fingers wandered over her bottom, stopping to squeeze that firm flesh before pushing between her thighs, pressing into dry flesh, unprepared for what happened next.

Another hand landed upon her leg, pulling it away from her other, opening her to the fingers that invaded her privacy. She tried to shift that leg closed once more but the hand held it open easily. “No,” she moaned softly, barely able to breathe as the fingers that were slipping over the now wet flesh of her sex began to ply soft caresses to her clit, coaxing that tiny bud of flesh to peep from beneath its hood, standing straight and hard. It almost seemed to beg for more as her hips began to dance against that hand.

Tiny whimpers of pain and pleasure came from between her parted lips. Her lips had once been so lovely but were now cracked and bleeding since she’d bitten them to keep from screaming as long as she could. She denied her father some of his pleasures, making him work hard to get anything from her.

Her cheeks grew flush; her head began to spin as that hand between her thighs found the virgin portal to her core. He circled the soft, sensitive flesh, gathering her moisture and using it to pleasure her clit.

“She’s going to come upon my hand,” a rough male voice said.

“Oh, aye, that she is. She’s so beautiful, I want her to come on my cock,” his partner said, his hand moving from the inside of her thigh to poke roughly at her. “I want to take that virginity.”

“You cannot, no matter what her father does to her, she’s still a royal princess of the seven kingdoms.”

Sasha heard their talk but she didn’t care. Her body felt empty even as they continued to touch and caress her. She felt feverish, needy inside like she’d never felt before. Is this what the woman of the court talked about, uncaring that her virginal ears were close. If it was, she wanted more.

She mewled, feeling something tightening inside of her, pushing her body back against those two hands. Even when a finger was pressed against her small rosebud, she didn’t protest, only cried out as a burning pain mixed with the pleasure.

“I knew she’d like this,” the crude voice of the rough man said. He pushed inside of her until he could go no further, pulling out to add another finger, stretching that sweet rosebud. “I can’t take her virginity down there, but no one said a princess had to keep her back door pure.” With that, he climbed up on the bed, slapping the smooth, ivory buttocks of the princess.

“You can’t do that to her back,” the other man said, hurrying his caress, wanting the princess to feel some pleasure in her life.

Blood Rayne My newest story.

The sound was coming from the dark alleyway.

Rayne Castle stood at the opening of that self same dark alley, the street light above her playing in the thick blackness of her silky hair. She closed her pale blue eyes for just a moment; letting her other senses tell her what her eyes couldn’t.

She heard three, one was breathing quickly, fear making him or her hyperventilate. The other two weren’t breathing. Those were the two she concentrated upon. She stepped lightly into the alley, opening her eyes to let them guide her way now that she could see in the dimness of the shadows.

The victim, a frightened college student was huddled in a corner, her back pack pressed to her chest, doing her best to stay out of reach. The two vampires were playing with her. They weren’t hungry. They were bored and hunting was something to do to take the edge off. Rayne could see they weren’t hungry, they eyes were clear, their fangs still hidden.

“Come on, babe, come out and play,” one said, not hearing Rayne as she stepped up behind him. It took little more than a second for her hands to come out, grabbing his chin with one hand and yanking hard. His neck broke with an ease that spoke of long practice. He fell to the ground, and she stepped on him, her three inch silver tipped spiked heel going cleanly into his heart.

The burst of flames and then ashes was his partner’s first clue that his buddy wasn’t playing anymore. He turned, seeing Rayne and the small pile of sparks and ash that was all that was left of his friend. “You bitch,” he growled, his face changing as his fangs grew. “Are you ready to die, bitch?” he growled, taking his first step toward him.

Rayne calmly lifted the crossbow she held, letting loose the wooden bolt. It shot through the vampire, tearing through his heart and leaving a gaping hole. “I am a bitch,” she said, reaching out and grabbing hold of his chin as he quickly burst into ash and sparks. For a single instant, she held his skull in her hand and then it too was gone, leaving her holding nothing more than a small pile of ash. She let it fall to the ground.

“A-are t-they dead?” the girl asked, startling Rayne.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when they burst into flames,” she said sarcastically. “Usually they run,” she said, turning to look down at the girl.

“W-who?” she said, her voice shaking as well as her body.

“The victims,” Rayne said. “Specifically…you.”

“I-I wanted to thank you.”

Rayne took a better look at the small girl. She wasn’t as small as she seemed. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is in this neighborhood?”

“There was a party,” she said, shrugging.

“Well if you’re going, shouldn’t you go?”

“I don’t think I’m up to a party now.”

Rayne glanced around, hearing the sound of an engine and seeing a long, low riding black Monte Carlo pull by the alley. She groaned, rolling her eyes and pushing her hair off of her forehead.

“Then you should go, girlie. I’ll walk you out to where you can get a cab.” She started down the alley, her long strides easily eating up the distance. She heard the girl squeak behind her and stopped, waiting for her to catch up.

Rayne sighed. “Come on,” she urged the girl. She yanked up the zipper of the form fitting black leather vest. Ducking her head, she grabbed the girl’s arm and hurried her down the sidewalk, glancing back once and sighing with relief. The Monte Carlo was no where to be seen.

It took all of ten minutes to shove the girl in a cab and send her on her way despite her effusive amount of thanks. Rayne sighed. Her feet hurt, her head was buzzing and she was so tired, she just wanted to go home and climb into bed. But she couldn’t, not yet.

“Rayne!”

Her shoulders lifted at the sound of her name shouted in that no nonsense voice. She turned, seeing the Monte Carlo pull up to the curb next to her. The window was down and Donovan’s head was out the window.

“You look like a dog when you do that,” she said, letting the sarcasm drip from her tongue.

“And you look like someone from a bad Vampire movie. Black leather? I always thought you had more taste.”

“And I always thought you had a brain. What the fuck do you want, Donovan?” She lifted one foot, wiping the blood that was on the silver heel off with her fingers.

“You are supposed to be working for me,” he grouched. “You haven’t check in with me in two days.”

“It would have been three if you hadn’t found me,” she said, cocking a hip and giving him a look that held little in the way of respect.

“Well we did. Now, are you taking the bodyguard job or not?”

Rayne rubbed absently at the scar on her shoulder. “You need to know now?”

“Callan Wolfe is a big man, kitten. When he looks for a body guard for his youngest daughter, you don’t make him wait for an answer.”

“Donovan, you call me kitten again and I’m going to take that ugly tie and string you up to a light post with it.” She sighed. Freelancing by killing off the vamps she found at night didn’t pay the bills. But the idea of pandering to a ditzy rich bitch didn’t sound any better. “There’s nothing else?”

“Sorry, kit…Rayne. Callan Wolfe wants the best.

“Fuck!” she growled. “She’ll be in town starting when?”

“You got the weekend off, toots, and then they want you there on Monday. You’ll go to the airport and pick her up off their private jet.”

“Fine,” she snapped, turning on her heel she started down the sidewalk. Donovan followed her, waving for his driver to keep up with her.

“Where are you going?” he called.

“Out to kill something so I don’t kill you,” she snarled back at him. “You’ve got your answer, leave the details on my voice mail.”

She stomped off, ducking down an alley.

“Rayne?” he called. “Dammit Rayne,” he shouted. “You don’t use your voice mail!”

My favorite part of writing besides the royalty

checks is definitely seeing the new covers when Alessia gets done with them. She does such a wonderful job that it is amazing, every new one is just a thrill for me. I think I need to get laid...lol.

This is the cover for A Fall From Grace which will be out in June, I do believe.

I hope you'll look for it.

Danielle

Good News

My eyesight has improved, my internet connection is fixed and I finished Bloodstone. Now I'm working on the next chapter of Magic Man. Also, remember, Beastly Intentions is for sale. Check out my page at www.phaze.com under the penname of Wendy Stone to see what else is for sale and what is coming up.

To the kind people who keep asking about my old slave series. The first part of it comes out in July. It's called Bound by Love. The second in the series is called Captive of Love and will be out in the fall.

I hope you'll all take a look.

Danielle

To all my fans...

I'm having some problems with my internet connection and will only be checking in every once in a while until I get it fixed. They are supposed to be out on Friday so hopefully I'll have more work for you to read.

Now, as to BostonFictionWriter. You're an ass. You're not even a man but a misogynistic little boy. Pissing me off is just one way for your name to be put in my blog more and more you jerk, so keep up your lies, keep up your stupid threads, keep using my name and I'll keep posting in my blog. Leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. I have no need for your idiocy to be in my life.

To a certain someone...

Okay, I'll mention his name...BFW. Nope. It isn't going to happen so go away! I was done with you months ago. So fly off to your own little land where everyone and everything is after you and leave me out of your deliriums.

Wow, that was easy.

I just signed the contract with Total e-bound. Miranda and the Prince will be out in June there. You can find it here:

http://www.total-e-bound.com/

I still have a lot of manuscripts out with other companies and I'm trying to get my Hunters out in print. I think they would do well, they are such handsome men and spirited women. I'm also still sending manuscripts to Phaze on a steady basis. So you can still find me there too. Thanks so much for reading my work and for helping to make my dreams come true.

More Good News

I've sold another manuscript. Miranda and the Prince is going to Total e-bound. I'm so excited. Now for the big question, anyone know anything about paypal?

I'm beginning to believe that this

is either eye strain or it's from my blood pressure. In the morning when I wake up, it's not great but it's not bad either. Then after I work for a couple of hours, my eyes feel weak, they feel swollen and they hurt like hell when I go outside in the sunshine and snow to take the dogs out. I did manage to write a bit today and I've submitted a couple more manuscripts, I have four or five more that I want to get sent out, one that's going to need some major upheaval since it was written before I knew anything about writing, so wish me luck.

Take care all,

Danielle

Good news and Bad news

The good news first...Beastly Intentions is now available in PRINT. I'm so excited. Go to www.phaze.com and you can order yours now!

The bad news... something is wrong with me. My vision has really gotten bad. I just got new glasses about three months ago and now it's like I'm not even wearing them. Everything is blurry beyond three feet. My eyes hurt and my head is throbbing most of the time. It seems the only thing I can do is sleep, and I haven't posted anything in a couple of days. I'm really sorry guys, I just need to try to get this figured out. I can't even drive, I have to let Stephanie drive me...you know it's bad if I'm asking her to drive me places. I'm so tired all the time, it's terrible.

Messages of Love

is out!!! Look for it at www.phaze.com. The price is $3.00. Check it out!!!

My newest Story The Gentle Highwayman

“God’s teeth, I’ve never felt it so cold,” the man shivered, helping the littler man into his garb. “Don’t forget your hat. You come home with a cold and Harriet will have my hide.”

“It’s not your hide you’re worried about but your stomach,” the smaller man said. He slammed the tricorn hat with its jaunty white piping and huge feather down on his head. It fit tightly, too tightly and he frowned but didn’t say anything. Throwing on his cape, he stepped up on the box in the stables and threw his leg over the big black stallion that moved under him with nervous energy.

“Shh, you devil. We’ll be about our business soon enough. But for now, settle or I’ll trade you in on a nag.” His words were harsh but the hand that reached out and scratched the big brute behind his sensitive ears was caring and gentle. “Come, we must be off or I’ll lose what little nerve I have left. Hand me my pistol.”

He cradled it in his lap, waiting until the third of their party pushed open the doors of the stables, shivering as the cold of the winter season settled over him. His ears turned red and his feet grew numb in their boots, and they hadn’t even left the stable yet. Kicking his horse, he set off, hearing his compatriots fall in behind him as they traveled cross country and stayed shy of the roads. The deep ruts of the fields were rough and he slowed his horse, allowing the other two to catch up.

“Lord Warringer is having a ball tonight,” he said to the largest of the two lad with him.

“Did you get the invite?” he asked, sending his brother a wink.

“What would I do at one of those balls?” their leader said, disgust in his voice.

“You could be looking for a mate you know? Someone to help warm the sheets on a night like tonight.”

“No one will look twice at me, with the failed crops and the damn English and their constant call for more taxes, I barely have two pennies to pinch,” the young master growled. “Why the hell else do you think I conned you two into this?”

“We know, Jack,” the biggest said. “We wouldn’t have let you go without us, no matter what Harriet did to us.”

They were upon the road almost before they knew it would be there. Sliding down from his horse, he stood in the center of the road holding his reins. “I will wait here for the coach to come, you two will hie yourselves into the woods and come up behind the coach when it stops. Keep your faces covered and don’t speak, I’ll do all the talking. Understood?”

They both nodded, slipping off their own mounts and hiding them in the woods.

Jack stood in the road, the cold biting deep until he thought he’d never be warm. When he finally heard the sound of the coach coming around the bend in the road, he was so cold, he didn’t know if he could open his mouth. Stamping his feet, he held his hand up in the light of the lanterns that swung on either side of the front of the coach.

“Stand and deliver!” he shouted though his voice sounded a bit on the high and shivery side.

The coachman pulled in his team, staring at the small man in the middle of the road. His livery was red and gold and inside his coachman’s coat he carried a pistol of his own. He reached into the coat only to hear the click of a dueling pistol being cocked close to his ear.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, mate,” the hoarse whisper came from the man who handled the pistol. “Ye hold still and this’ll be done quicker than a whistle.”

The coachman nodded his head, his hand slowly coming out from his coat empty.

“Good man,” the whisperer said. Jack headed for the door to the coach, opening it from the side like he’d been told. “Hand out your fineries,” he said in a gruff voice, standing slightly on his toes to make himself look bigger.

There was a duet of screams and then a flash of light lit the inside of the coach. The two ladies were accompanied by an older gentleman, either their father or their protector. He sat like a lump under a fur coach rug. “Don’t hurt them,” he growled.

“No one shall be hurt sir if you but do as you’ve been bid. Hand out your fineries and we shall be on your way letting you be about yours.” Jack reached in, retrieving the man’s purse easily enough. It clinked heavily with coin and Jack felt his heart race with triumph. He dropped it into the bag he held. “Now that watch and fob if you don’t mind, sir.”

The gentleman gave a grunt of anger, yanking at the gold watch with its long gold chain and dropping it in the bag as well. He pulled off his rings, almost flinging them into the bag before giving Jack a look that promised vengeance.

“My lady,” he said to the frightened brunette who sat primly, clasping her trembling hands upon her lap. A lady of your beauty has no need for such fripperies.” He nodded at the diamond and emerald necklace she wore as well as the bracelet. She handed them to him as well as her own purse, turning to her sister to help her remove her jewelry.

The younger of the two clasped her hand around a small gold ring on her finger. “Please,” she said, staring out at the small but rugged looking highwayman. “It is not worth much but what it means to my heart. It was my mother’s. She is dead sir, might I not keep this as a remembrance?”

Jack glanced at the ring and then back up into the brunette’s eyes. “Fine, my lady. Your remembrance shall remain yours. You remember to tell them though, that Gentleman Jack is a man of his word.” He reached for the door, meaning to close it when suddenly his arms were filled with the young beauty.

“Thank you, sir,” she said softly then her lips found his.

Jack gasped, not sure what to do in this situation. When he felt her tongue probing between his lips, he opened his mouth to rebuff her. But she didn’t give him the chance, instead she upped the anti, sliding her hand over his shoulder and against his neck to hold him still.

“Marguerite!”

With a soft moan of regret, she moved away from him and back into the coach. “Thank you,” she whispered with a smile, dropping a soft, silken handkerchief onto the ground at her feet before getting back inside and sitting down.

The burly gentleman reached out and slammed the door closed. He could be heard berating the young Marguerite even as Jack stepped back, his hand coming to his mouth.

“Be away!” he called, grabbing Demon’s reins and swinging himself up and into the saddle. He hooked his bag of goods onto the pommel, looking up as the shade on the window of the coach moved just a bit and the beautiful brown eyes of Marguerite stared out at him.

She watched him as the coach jerked and then began to move. On the other side of the road, his partner now in crime, Simon, stared over at him, a small smile turning up his lips.

“You hush,” Jack called, unwilling to hear the callousness of the man’s words when his own mind was so over run.

“We should be away, Jack,” Felix whispered close by him. “They are beyond the curve and won’t know which way we went. We should separate and then meet back up at the barn.”

“Aye,” Jack said. He nodded toward Simon, watching as he easily leapt upon his horse and took off in the opposite direction of the barn. Felix galloped away as well, quickly being lost to the shadows of the forest. Jack knew he should be off, but he sat for a moment savoring the triumph of the evening. With what he’d gotten in the purse and what Felix and Simon would get for the jewels, they would be able to keep their land as well as put food on the table for at least a month’s time.

The sound of horses caught his ear and he quickly sank back into the forest, letting the shadows cover him as well. With the light of the moon covered by the thick clouds sending down the drifting snow around him, he was concealed.

Two men upon horses came into sight, coming from the direction of Lord Warringer’s estate. Jack sat quietly, watching them as they came further into sight. Both were heavily bundled in thick woolen coats with hats upon their heads and thick gloved fingers holding onto the reins. One had hair of a fiery hue, his locks just a touch beyond the current fashion’s decree of length. His cheeks were ruddy from the cold, she could see him speaking at length from the plume of condensed air that came from his mouth. He couldn’t hear their words, they were too far.

The other man laughed, his head going back and Jack felt a flush of heat suffuse him. Hair as black as coal was clubbed back, the ends waving down his back. He was handsome, more so than what was good for a man to be. His eyes shone amber in the dim light, such as the head of Jack’s grandfather’s cane. There was something about him, something almost magnetic that made Jack unable to turn away.

He barely stifled a gasp and watched in almost horror as the man turned his head, his amber eyes carefully searching out the shadows where Jack hid.

“Did you hear something?” he asked his companion.

“Aidan, you’re paranoid. All this talk of war and traitors has gotten to you,” his red haired companion replied.

“You’re the one that is touting the benefits of freeing ourselves from England, Warren, not me.”

“But you’re the one with the skills we need, Aidan. Your hunting and tracking skills would be a huge benefit in training our men.”

“I told you, I’ll think about it,” Aidan said, turning his head toward his companion. Jack breathed a silent sigh of relief. Those eyes were too thorough, seeming to see him in the deepest of the shadows he hid in. He could feel his heart racing and his palms were sweating in the gloves he wore. A warmth seemed to center in his groin, startling him.

They were far enough down the road now, almost to the curve. Jack could no longer stay still, he kicked Demon, tearing across the road and through the brush on the other side.

No shout greeted him, or the sound of a pistol firing. He heard nothing other than the heavy beat of his heart that seemed to echo the sound of his horse’s hooves. Tearing wildly through the trees as if all the devils in hell were after him, he barely kept control of Demon, the big black horse rearing wildly, his eyes showing white.

He finally regained control of the horse before the huge tobacco field that stood behind the stables. Holding him steady for a moment, he tried to take a few deep breaths, ridding himself of the fear he’d felt.

“Aidan,” Jack said softly, the name coming easily to his lips. “He’s a handsome one,” he said to Demon, knowing the horse would calm even more at the sound of his voice. “But Harriet would be wont to say, handsome is as handsome does.” He chuckled, rubbing the froth of white from the horse’s neck.

The door to the stables opened and Demon, sensing home, heat and food, started across the field at a brisk trot. “Aye, my handsome one. We’ve done well tonight. We all deserve a treat.”

* * *

It didn’t take long to take care of the horses, rubbing them down and then covering them with blankets so that they didn’t fall sick. Giving them an extra measure of oats Jack hadn’t thought they could afford until now, he patted Demon on the flank.

He split the take, giving Simon the jewels to sell. He would leave on the morrow, taking them far from here to sell, perhaps across into another of the colonies. Perhaps to Maryland. Jack didn’t want to know.

“Take them but beware,” he told the older man. “I cannot afford to lose you to another of our ilk.” Simon chuckled.

Now, he quietly closed the door into the kitchen, pulling off his boots by that door. Tucking them under his arm, he would have to return them to his brother’s room before Harriet could catch him. He tugged off the hat, breathing a sigh of relief at getting rid of the thing. That and the wig that he wore had kept his head warm but now it itched and he couldn’t wait to get to his room and brush out his own hair.

The stairs were an easy climb; he remembered to jump over the third one because of the squeak they’d never been able to get to go away. Hurry up the rest of them, he snuck on stocking feet past Harriet’s room at the top of the stairs, heading down the hallway to the last door.

The light casting a shadow over in front of him was his first indication that someone besides himself was up and he turned guiltily.

“Who are you and what are you doing in this house?” Harriet’s stern voice sounded from just outside her room. She carried a candle in one hand, the match to Jack’s dueling pistol in the other.

“It’s me, Harriet,” he said, stepping forward and holding up his hands while letting the boots fall to the floor. “Don’t shoot.”

“Me who?” Harriet asked. “There’s been no men in this house since Master Graham was taken by them redcoats.” Harriet had come over from England as an indentured servant to Jack’s father and then had stayed on, more like one of the family when Jack’s mother had died.

Jack reached up, pulling off the wig. Her long blonde tresses fell down her back to her waist. “No, Harriet, I’m not a man,” she said quickly, knowing the woman’s eyesight was beginning to fail her at night. “It’s me, Heather.”

My Banner

I need to thank Sheri for the beautiful banner she made for me with the covers of my books. She's an artist...

Thanks Sheri!!!

No takers, huh?

Well I wasn't hopeful but I thought I'd give it a try. If anyone has any idea about someone who might be able to do something with it, I'd appreciate it.

On that note, Messages of Love comes out on Sunday. It's $3.00 as it's not really novel length but a short story. I hope my fans will look for it. After that, Beastly Intention comes out in print on March 3, 2007. It's selling for $11.00.

Keep looking here and I'll let you know what else is going on with me....

Danielle

A lot of you are shocked that I've gone

back to Literotica. Well, I had reasons. Lit has a massive viewing base. I have new books coming out soon. I wanted to use Lit as an avenue to promote my work, but couldn't do that unless I was a Literotica Author. Well, now I am. So I can begin to advertise my work there. Now all I need is someone who knows something about making banners. I'd like to have one of those that looks like it's being ripped off a pad of paper, each page to have a different one of my book covers. If anyone knows anything about that and is willing to help me, send me an email. Thanks all!

Wow!!!

A Gamble Worth Taking won an award. It won at Sensual Ecataromance for Most Sensual Historical Romance for 2007. Thanks to all of you who voted for it.

I just got my first look at the cover wrap for Beastly Intentions which is going to print on March 3, 2008. I'm so excited about this. It's like a dream come true for me.

Coming in February

Messages of Love will be out in e-novel. You can look for it at www.phaze.com in February. Thanks you guys for helping me make my dreams come true.

Coming in April

Danielle and Ken have loved and lived for a lifetime. Now that Danielle lays in a hospital bed, machines keeping her alive, Ken must face a difficult decision. Can the memories they share be enough for him? Is their love Endless, like he'd always told her?

For all my fans

Messages of Love will be out next month. Then in April, my story Endless will be out for sale. After that, in June A Fall From Grace will be out. I'll give you specifics when I know them.

Sick Sick Sick

That's me right now. I have a nasty cold that my doc says is bronchial pneumonia. I feel like somebody wrung me out and left me hanging in the wind. I haven't been doing that much writing since this started, mostly because I can't seem to concentrate. I'll get there, don't worry, but you all might have to wait a day or two for my next chapter comes out.

More fantastic news...

My e-novel, Beastly Intentions, will be out in print on March 3. I'm so excited I could spit. A Gamble Worth Taking will be coming out in print soon but there is still a bit more tweaking that needs to be done to it. I hope you'll watch for them...

I guess I struck a nerve.

You know, none of this would have happened if he hadn't written about me in one of his innumerable "stories". I find most of his work is ranting and raving about why he can't win contests...

Anyway, it's done, it's over and I don't want to hear any more of his rants anymore. So ... I'm done.

I feel very sorry for the man, he can't even write his rants without throwing out accusations. Anyway, it's all done and over with, this is my final post that has to do with him. He didn't accept my apology and since that's the only one I'm giving the poor little man I don't want to cause him to have some kind of attack.

Thanks to all of my friends and fans who've kept me in their thoughts while this nastiness has been going on. You guys are terrific.

BostonFictionWriter wants a public apology from me

So here it is...I apologize for him being such a big jerk. Hope that works for you BFW cuz it's the only one you are getting out of me.

GOOD NEWS

I'm up for an award for my e-novel A Gamble Worth Taking. If you'd like to vote for your favorite authors and their stories, here's the link:

http://sensual.ecataromance.com/index.php?page_id=470

Thanks a lot to my fans, you guys are a terrific bunch.

Well, it's been a week since I left that place

and I have to admit to missing it somewhat. I loved the people and I loved the public feedback. I guess it's gotten easier but I will say, if it wasn't for you guys, I don't think I'd have been able to leave. I've managed to write two new chapters this week, one for Bloodstone and one that I just finished for Charisma. It isn't out yet but should be soon. I hope you like it. I also sent out two new manuscripts this week, one to Ellora's Cave and the other to Phaze. So wish me luck.

One last thing for tonight

I feel sorry for BostonFictionWriter. I don't think he knew what he was up against when he took me on. I mean, you guys have been wonderful sticking up for me and all, but I think it's time to bury the hatchet, and not in his skull. Let's let the poor little man write his diatribe. We don't have to read it. He got his fifteen minutes of being infamous. Let's leave him alone now.

Thanks again for being true and loyal readers and fans.

Danielle

Well there is one good thing about all of this

It's given me time to edit some of my work and get it ready to be sent out to publishers. I sent out a manuscript tonight. Wish me luck. It would be a real coup to get published by Ellora's Cave I've tried twice before and never heard back from them, let's hope the third time is the charm.

To set the story straight in my own words

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I am so EXCITED!!!!

No, not just about leaving Literotica, though I am excited about that. No, this has to do with the cover art for my newest book. You'll be able to find it on http://www.phaze.com/ next month.

The story is called Messages of Love and revolves around Ian and Ashley and their relationship in a series of flashbacks to show their love. Ian is trapped in a building elevator, the building just having been blown up. Ashley is trying desperately to find him and is using text messages to stay in touch. Will he be rescued or are their Messages of Love all they'll have left?

Here's the cover done by Alessia Brio. Isn't she fabulous?

A New Hunter Novel Unusual Circumstances

“So? How do I look?” Brett Hunter stood in the doorway of Dillon’s home in Lansing, modeling his uniform as Rylie Hunter looked on, a big smile on her face.

“You look like the poster boy for the Police Academy,” Dillon growled, though softly as he held his children in his arms. Rayne, his daughter, had the blonde hair of her mother but her baby blue eyes were changing slowly to the amber color of her father. She would be golden and lovely when she grew up, of that he had no doubt. His son, Chase, had the dark hair of the Hunter clan and also showed the slight hint of amber in his baby blue eyes. Dillon couldn’t be prouder of the two then he was.

But now he was grumpy. “I can’t believe that I give you this cushy job, almost running my agency here in Michigan and you throw it away for a job in law enforcement. What’s wrong with you, boy?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Brett asked. “You’d think the time we spent with Mackenzie and Gideon would have taught you something, Dillon. To tell you the truth, if Mac hadn’t stood up to you the way she had, I don’t know if I’d have been able to leave the agency. This is something I’ve always wanted to do and with the background you’ve given me, Dillon, I have a head start on getting my detective’s badge. You know us Hunters, we either become cops or we marry them.” He rubbed at a small smudge on the gleaming badge that decorated his chest. “Can’t you wish me well and leave it at that?”

Rylie moved toward him, her body once more lithe and firm after having the twins. She rose on tip toe, feeling Dillon’s eyes on her as she kissed Brett’s cheek. “He’s behind you, Brett. You know he is.”

“Yeah, I can feel the knife he’s pushing into my back,” Brett grumped. But he managed a smile for his cousin in law. “I just don’t know how you handle him and his high handed ways twenty-four/seven.”

“It takes patience and training,” Rylie joked, reaching up to smooth down his collar and twitch at the knot on his tie.

“It’s a clip-on, Rye,” Dillon said, rising with the sleeping babies in his arms. “They don’t let cops wear big boy ties.” He handed Chase to his wife, watching her deftly maneuver the baby to her shoulder before handing her Rayne. “I’ll be up in a second to help you put them down for their naps,” he said, his eyes softening as he gazed with love at the three people who made up his world. “I just need to speak to Brett for a minute, okay?”

Rylie narrowed her blue eyed gaze at him. He could read the warning in her eyes and flinched. Play nice or sleep on the couch, he could almost read it. He nodded. He’d play nice because in his heart, he only had Brett’s best interests.

He waited until Rylie left the room. “Brett,” he began, looking down at his cousin. “I only want what’s best for you, if you think that joining the police department is it, well then I’ll have to respect that. Just remember, Rylie and I are here for you if you ever need us for anything, that includes your old job back, okay?”

Brett nodded. “Don’t hold your breath though,” he warned Dillon.

“I am proud of you, you know,” Dillon said as he watched the younger man turn away and head for the door.

“What was that?” Brett asked, his eyes wide as he turned back around. “You’re going to have to repeat that. I don’t think I heard you straight.”

“Don’t be a smart ass,” Dillon growled. “Uniform or not, I can still knock your ass down.”

“Yes sir,” Brett teased, ducking backward as Dillon took a step forward. “I’m going to be late,” he said, grabbing the keys of the car that he’d used as Dillon’s assistant off stand in the entryway. “I’ll call later,” he promised. “Tell Rylie I said thanks and I’ll be quiet coming in so I don’t wake the twins.”

Dillon sighed as he watched his tall cousin head out the door, his duffle in his hand, ready to take on a new world, or at least his little corner of it. “A cop,” he said, disgust in his voice. “He had to become a cop.”

“Watch it, buddy,” Rylie said, wrapping her arms around her husband from behind. “You married one of those, remember?”

“There’s a difference, you’re a fed, not just a patrol cop.”

“Brett won’t be a patrol cop long, Dillon.” She ducked under his arm, coming around to lean against his chest and let him hold her weight. She sighed tiredly, resting her head against his neck and feeling his lips touch her temple. “He’s got the bug, and he’s got the experience to climb the ladder quickly. He saw some of the worst of life working at your agency, being on the streets will take the rest of that innocence away.”

“You sound like you think that is a bad thing,” Dillon said as he watched Brett back out and take off in a cloud of dust.