VIRTUAL BLOG TOUR AUTHOR RENEE MICHAELS

I’ve love books as far as I can remember. The title of the first romance novel I read at the tender age of eleven, “Dark Moonless Night” by Celine Conway, still sticks in my mind. The seed of putting a story together was planted with those first books, though it was many years later before it took the plunge into.


Choosing a single genre to write was hard for me because I read everything, so I write in what strikes my fancy. I’ve written erotic fantasy, contemporary, paranormal, and historical stories.

The germ for, A Wlid Ride to Paradise, was born when a few of my friends got together to do a series featuring cowboys and mail order brides. Therefore, I thought why not, something new to sink my teeth into.

From this idea, A Wild Ride to Paradise was born. My heroine, Catherine- Cat- Bennigton is a lady gambler, an unusual choice for the time, but her choices were limited. She is a widow in time when you were either a wife, mistress, servant or a prostitute. She chose to forge her own path.

My story begins when Otis Harlow, the man who murdered her husband attempts to assault her, but our intrepid leading lady, knocks him out with a chamber pot, hog-ties him, and escapes. He has pursued her for relentlessly for two years and she’s weary of running.

She seeks help from her friends, Fleur and Will. They suggest that she lays low at Jake Turner’s remote ranch in Loving, Texas . She reluctantly agrees, after all she is a city girl and shudders at the thought of spending time in such a rural setting.

Jake Turner is an ex-army major trying to raise two daughters, and rebuild his ranch after giving up his commission. He receives a telegram from Will asking for his help. This provides him with two excellent opportunities; one to spend some time with Cat who he’d formed a tendre for years ago, and have the man who’d caused his brother’s death during the war in his sights, so he can exact his revenge.

However, Cat is determined to leave as soon as it’s safe for her to go, and he is just a set on her making a life with him.

What ensues is a sexy romp fraught with danger and a few laughs because this couple are what they seem on the surface. Neither Cat nor Jake is what the other expects. They each have particular needs, and to their delight, and surprise total fulfillment lies with the other arms.

It was delight to write this story, constructing these characters, delving into the lives of people in another era was a fun ride. The clothing they wore gave me many a chuckle, the underwear we ladies wear today in comparison is yards of material apart. This story has gotten rave reviews from any one who reviewed it. Thanks for taking to the time to read this blog, Renee.

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It's a BLAST of fun! Sept 14-24, 2010

Meet Erin Bond...She B Jumpin'

When I took the assignment, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Sure, I saw Brandon Anderson in photos from his files, but they didn’t do him justice. He has this lop-sided grin that sets my heart pounding and makes me weak in the knees. Brandon could well be the brains behind the case I’ve been sent to investigate. He acted strange when I first saw him after spraining my ankle in a jump, the first skydiving accident I’ve ever had, thanks to the drugged up tandem jumper I placed my trust in.

At least having an injury gave me an ‘in’ with the skydiving crew that Brandon commands. The strangest thing was that when I tried to get...shall I say, ‘closer’, to Brandon, he ran like a jackrabbit from a wolf. Confused and not a little hurt by his reaction to my come on, I didn’t understand until he told me something I found difficult to believe. He told me that I was going to die...and so was he...

Extrasensory Elements Series Book 2-I B Jumpin'
by Franny Armstrong
Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Rated HOT
412 pages
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Does love truly come from heaven? Brandon Anderson sure thought so when the woman who’d haunted his dreams for years dropped from the sky and into his arms. As a professional skydiver, Brandon manages a drop zone where danger lurks and he must use his psychic abilities to protect not only his clients, but Erin Bond who is meant to be his life mate.

Undercover and loving the chance to get close to the enigmatic man, Erin’s job is to investigate Brandon as a potential leader in a drug ring. Soon, Erin becomes irresistibly attracted to Brandon. For the first time in her life, she must open her heart and allow herself to love. Fear of losing him is the only thing holding her back. Yet, his gift tells them she’s slated to die with a bullet in her back, with him following right behind.

Extrasensory Elements Series Book 2-I B Jumpin’ will have you on the edge of your seat as you discover the world of psychic abilities, love, and adventure that knows no bounds.

EXCERPT:

After they‘d eaten, Brandon left Erin alone for a while so he could attend to business. The final jumpers were done and everyone was packing up for the day. All the customers had left in high spirits. It had been a successful day, except for what had happened to Erin.

Ripper stood in the office leaning against the desk with his arms crossed in defiance. He stood close to six feet tall, wiry, and arrogant. His spiked, muddy brown hair and matching brown eyes mirrored his bad attitude.

Brandon wanted to deck the man so badly that his entire body was stiff with tension, fists clenched until his knuckles were white.

"You son of a bitch! I gave you fair warning the last time that if it happened again you would be out of here before you could blink. You‘re fired! Pack up your

things and get the hell out of the drop zone before I pick you up and throw you out."Brandon‘s voice was low and harsh.

Staring back at Brandon through narrowed eyes, Ripper waited a moment before he spoke. The two men hadn‘t got along since the first time they‘d met and even less now.

"I don‘t know what the hell you‘re talking about. She only hurt her foot 'cause she‘s a newby. We landed just fine."

The man‘s unfounded defiance only fueled Brandon‘s anger. He tried his best to keep his temper under control, and replied, "You know exactly what I‘m talking about. You were high on more than adrenaline today. You were stoned. I don‘t give a damn if you want to kill yourself, but the customers are our responsibility and you‘ve endangered them for the last time. Now get out!"

Although Brandon‘s voice was calm and in control, Ripper acted like he‘d physically attacked him and took a swing at Brandon. His expression turned to surprise when he found himself lying flat on his back, holding his jaw in his hand.As he shook his hand out to relieve the pain, Brandon stood ready for Ripper to attack again.

Instead, Ripper slowly climbed to his feet and surprised Brandon when he began to laugh.

"You have no idea what you just did, pal. Consider yourself a dead man."

Ripper straightened his jacket and dusted his pants off. As though he knew he couldn‘t take Brandon, Ripper curled up his lip, his eyes narrowed again. "You‘d better remember this face, buddy, because you‘re definitely going to see it again."

"Don‘t count on it. The only reason you are still standing here right now and not sitting in a jail cell under drug possession charges is that I‘m giving you the chance to run. Don‘t bother trying any of the other drop zones to look for a job. I‘m going to make sure you‘re banned for life from working on any of them."

Prepared to fight if necessary, Brandon opened the door, keeping his gaze on Ripper while Frisker entered with another man.

"Make sure this piece of slime leaves the zone immediately." Brandon moved away from the door. With his thumb, he pointed back over his shoulder. "Out!" he barked.

Though he grinned, Ripper shot Brandon a look filled with pure venom and left the room with a carefree swagger. Anderson will get his.

Confident, he promised himself that it would be soon. I’m going to make sure that I’m there to watch while my friends take care of Anderson, that’s for sure. He kept walking, climbed in his car and roared out of the driveway, leaving the two men dogging his steps choking on dust.

Suddenly sniffing, he rubbed his itchy nose, needing another hit. The last one was wearing off. Once he‘d taken care of that, he had plans to make.

                                                                      ~~~****~~~

For the next hour, Brandon called each of the parachuting clubs throughout Canada and the USA. Ripper would find that he was unwelcome at any professional association. Endangering customer‘s lives was taboo in the skydiver‘s circles and jumping while intoxicated or stoned was not tolerated This was the first time Brandon had seen the proof rather than hear it from another party.

He knew that there was a serious drug problem in the field and did his best to keep his group clear of it, but sometimes abusers slipped by him. After giving them the chance to make good and stay clean, it was unfortunate and very frustrating for Brandon when incidents like Erin‘s accident happened.

Diligent in making sure everyone followed the rules set by the associations his crew had an exceptional record for safety. Although he was considered a daredevil Brandon never took chances with his own life, or anyone else‘s. Safety came first above all else. He believed it was much safer to jump with his crew than it was to drive a car on the highway in Toronto. The odds were definitely in favor of the jumpers.

After he‘d closed and locked up the office, Brandon headed back to see how his guest was doing, excited about spending the rest of the day with her.

She fascinated him like no other woman had ever done. It was difficult to clear his mind of the anger he felt with Ripper, but he did his best. Although he usually stopped at the clubhouse for a beer with his crew, he found he was looking forward to spending the evening with his beautiful roommate.

He took her keys out of his pocket and searched for her car in the lot. She was going to have to stay for a few days, but luckily had brought a suitcase with her. Erin told him that she was from Toronto, but not much else about her personal life. When he said he would bunk with Frisker for the next few days, she wouldn‘t allow him to. She said she didn‘t mind sharing the trailer if he didn‘t. Who in their right mind would turn down the chance to spend a few nights with Erin?

Spotting her black Pontiac Grand Prix, he opened the trunk and pulled out her bag. The moment he touched the handle of the suitcase, he stopped cold in his tracks as a vision overcame him like a tidal wave. The world faded away as he became caught in the grip of the images that hit him hard.

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Extrasensory Elements Series Book 1-Author's Demise
Book 2-I B Jumpin'
Tropical Balm
Forever Blowing Bubbles
Small Packages-A Christmas Story
7th Eye Private Investigations Book 1-The Mystic Touch COMING SEPT 30, 2010

Brandon Anderson loves taking chances...

Hi, I'm Brandon, Lana Anderson's twin brother. Her book was Extrasensory Elements Series Book 1-Author's Demise. Sure, she's a few minutes older than me, but I'm much taller and she doesn't have my daredevil attitude.

Imagine my surprise when, after many years of being single, I found the woman of my dreams who fell right out of the sky and into my arms. That's right. I'm a professional skydiver. Erin Bond surprised the hell out of me when she took off her helmet after being hurt when she landed. The fact that I'd hired the idiot who tandem jumped with her and caused the sprained ankle in the first place didn't help.

The only problem I had with keeping Erin in my life was the visions I've had of her being shot in the back...just before I too die.

Extrasensory Elements Series Book 2-I B Jumpin' comes out August 5th. You won't want to miss this one, believe me. It's a killer!

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Braxton Thorne Is Pure Magic

I'm a tough, business-minded wizard who never takes no for an answer. In my adult life, I never laugh. Thorne Enterprises is more important to me than anything and women mean nothing to me but for a few moments of pleasure. That is, until I met a witch with firey red hair who landed me in a Dumpster with her and made me laugh. At that moment I fell head over heels in love with her.

The first time I saw her, she and her girlfriend landed right in the middle of my bedroom. Women being in my room wouldn't have been an issue normally, but she broke through every spell and safeguard I ever made to protect my home with her magic. When they disappeared, leaving only their giggles behind, I decided right then and there that I had to find her.

The story begins there. It's a tale of joy and love as well as frustration when our two families rekindle a forty year old feud. No one but my mother and Gem's uncle know what started the battle in the first place, but when Gem and I fell in love, our siblings decided to break us up at all costs.

If there is one thing I've learned since meeting the woman who stole my heart, it's that love in itself is a mystical spell that cannot be broken!

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Meet Gemini Knight...She loves Bubbles!

Hello everyone!
I love being a witch, though I'm sorely lacking in the skills required to make spells work without backfiring. The best one I ever messed up was the time I transported my best friend, Keira and I out of a bar and landed in heaven...literally.

The hunky guy stood and stared back at us as though stunned to see two women in his opulent room but it was my best guess that he was no virgin. The fact that he wasn't wearing anything but water droplets didn't bother me a bit. HAHAHA

If only my sisters and his brothers would stay out of our love lives, life would be grand, but as luck would have it, everyone, including a greedy wizard, wanted to keep us apart. But, magic has a way of taking over and making things right.

If you laugh half as much as I did during my story, you'll have a great time. You might want to keep some tissues handy for the romance and a few tears now and then. Braxton Thorne is the most amazing wizard I've ever met. Life is just not complete without him.

Wipple Waddle....POOOF!
You never know what happens with an inept witch uses her magic, but half the fun is in trying.

Gem

I am Kama Nubemheb, captive of the mighty Pharaoh, Amunmose

Pharaoh's Desire

by Chanta Rand

Multi-Cultural Historical Romance

I am Kama Nubemheb, captive of the mighty Pharaoh, Amunmose. Never in my darkest nightmares did I imagine I would find myself in a position such as this. During the late hours of night, while the inky fingers of darkness stretched across the night sky, the Pharaoh’s powerful army invaded the peaceful village in Nubia, where I slept. I awoke to brilliant red flames and foul-smelling smoke that threatened to choke the life force from me.

My cousin, Satati, her betrothed, Zetran were also sleeping in this house. This morning, we took the daylong journey from our home in Kerma, sailing along the flourishing waters of the Nile to Zetran’s village in Nubia. Tomorrow was to be their wedding feast. Now, they are dead, ravished by the flames of the fire.

I’ve escaped the devastating fires, emerging from Zetran’s home with only minor burns. As I flee the village, wearing only my thin, linen sheath dress, I see fire has consumed everything in its wake. The once lush, green paradise is now charred with the black dust of the Egyptian army. I beg the goddess Isis for her protection as I run toward the Nile riverbanks with the speed of a gazelle. Yet, Isis has not favored me today. Indeed, none of the gods have.

Within moments, bloodthirsty soldiers surround me. Their jeers and menacing stares remind me of a pack of ruthless hyenas. I am terrified. Because of those mongrels, my family is dead, and I believe these men want the same fate for me. But I soon learn they have other plans. The lust in their eyes leaves no doubt as to their lecherous intentions.

I am a strong, Nubian woman, trained to be fierce. I can use a bow quite well, though I have no weapon with me today. I pick up a rock and hurl it hard and fast, immediately striking one soldier in the face. Seeing his quick spurt of blood and hearing his howl of pain satisfies me. I realize there are far too many men and far too few stones. Yet, I cannot give up without a fight. The thought of their filthy bodies violating me one by one, makes a bitter bile rise in my mouth. I am determined to die defending myself from these savages!

The moment the soldiers are about to descend upon me, I hear a voice commanding them to stop. From this circle of battle-ready vultures, a magnificent specimen emerges. He is regal, made taller by the majestic horse he sits upon. A gust of wind causes his red cloak to flutter wildly about him, exposing his bare chest and his muscular thighs.

I am exhausted from my efforts to fight the men, but my heart beats even faster when I lay eyes on him. I’ve never seen a male such as this. His body appears perfectly sculpted, as if chiseled from the marble of a great artist. I am pulled into the depths of his piercing amber eyes, which glow with a sensual heat that can be seen despite the darkness. I realize he is not some to be trifled with. He is decidedly handsome, and if not for the circumstances, I might be pleased to have him look upon me as he is doing at this very moment.

Yet, my favor does not last long. In one breath, the man rescues me by ordering his soldiers to leave me be. Then, in another, he seals my doom by commanding the men to deliver me to his palace. I boldly protest, to no avail. Truly, my boldness serves only to pique his interest more. I can see the lust in his eyes. I am speechless; awed that such misfortune has befallen me.

When the man leaves, I find my tongue again. “Who gave that beast right to claim me?” I demand aloud.

One of the soldiers answers my query. “That beast is Pharaoh Amonmose Tehutimes of Egypt. He has every right to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He is the divine law of the land.” He grinned lasciviously at me. “And you are his new concubine.”

As the soldier grabbed my arm to put me onboard the Pharaoh’s vessel, I seethed in angry juices. If the Pharaoh thinks he can possess me, he has underestimated me as his enemy. I will fight him like a wildcat. I will never willfully submit. The fact that he is the ruler of Egypt has no bearing on me. I am Nubian, and I refuse to bow to any man, mortal or divine.

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