Thursday, November 10, 2011

CBLS Promotions Guest Post with Roz Lee Author of Four of Hearts




Life Changing Moments

We’ve all had them, those moments in time when something happens to change the course of our lives.Sometimes it’s big, and unforgettable – the day you met the love of your life, holding your children for the first time, a tragic accident, the death of someone dear. I have a number of those in my life, the day I married the love of my life some thirty-three years ago, the birth of my wonderfully fabulous daughters, the day my father died, and the day I opened an email and found an offer to publish my book, THE LUST BOAT. All of these changed my life in unexpected ways.

As a society there are the moments common to us all, the ones where we can all answer the question, “Where were you when?” Do you remember where you were, what you were doing on Sept.11, 2001? I was watching the news, getting ready to roust my girls for school. Less than a year earlier, I’d sat in the plaza of the World Trade Center, eating hot dogs from a street vendor with my youngest daughter. I remembered the almost electric energy in the air as we sat there in the midst of New York’s financial district, and mourned the loss of such a vibrant place, and the lives that made it so.

Sometimes the moments are small, almost insignificant at the time they happen – the class you signed up for that inspired you to change direction in life, the book you picked up at the airport so you would have something to read on the plane that inspired you, the short-cut you decided to take that landed you in the middle of a traffic accident. Mostly, we never know the impact these chance decisions have on our life. What would have happened had we turned left instead of right? What if we’d had a different teacher, one who was less involved? Nevertheless, these also have the power to change our lives.

Maybe it was a gift you received that brought about change. I read a story once about a woman whose husband gave her a horse for Christmas. It opened up a new life for her and her family. They ended up moving to a new state and opening up a riding academy. Or how about the child who is given a paint set and discovers a talent that will define them for the rest of their life?

Some things change our life for a brief period of time, others alter it forever, and the beauty is, we never know when one of these things will come along.

In the fourth book in my Lothario Series, FOUR OF HEARTS, a gift request is the catalyst that changes the lives of four people. When Candace asks Ryan to tie her up for their one-year anniversary, she has no idea how the gift will change their lives. Unable to deny his wife anything, Ryan goes to their best friends, Richard and Fallon, for help, a decision that opens the door to a love they can’t ignore.

FOUR OF HEARTS is a story of a love so profound it will survive every obstacle thrown in its way. So, come aboard, and set sail on another Lothario adventure!


BLURB:

Marriage hasn’t tamed Candace Callahan’s sexual curiosity,something her husband Ryan is grateful for, but when she asks him to tie her up for her anniversary present, he knows he’s going to need the help of their friends, Richard Wolfe and his wife, Fallon.

Dr. Fallon Enright is the resident sex therapist aboard the Lothario -the cruise ship co-owned by her husband and Ryan Callahan. When Ryan asks to participate in one of their couple’s rope bondage classes, Richard isn’t sure it’s a good idea, but Fallon assures him all will be well.

What begins as innocent curiosity, blossoms into a polyamorous relationship none of them could have expected, but they are powerless to ignore. When the tabloids expose their new lifestyle, the foursome must choose between the love they feel for each other, or accepting society’s moral constraints.

EXCERPT:

Ryan froze with his lips against the pulse in Candace’s neck. His erection surged with new vigor against her stomach. Why couldn’t his wife ask for something easy for their anniversary? Something like diamonds, a villa in France, hell, even an expedition to the North Pole. The image in his brain coalesced, and he knew he would give her whatever she wanted.

“You want me to tie you up?” he asked as soon as he found his voice.

“Don’t even try to tell me it doesn’t excite you.” Candace wiggled her soft mound against his cock. “I felt that.”

He had no intention of denying his interest. Only a fool would, and Ryan Callahan was no fool. He continued his exploration of his wife’s creamy soft skin, all the while forming and reforming the new image in his head. His lips left her neck, slipped to her shoulder where he tasted every inch of skin, before angling lower toward the perfect swell of her breasts. His hands held hers pinned flat on either side of her head. He’d tied her hands once, when he’d spirited her away from the Lothario and onto the Vixen, but that had been role-playing more than anything else. He was pretty sure she had something more in mind. He hoped to God she did.

Her request shouldn’t have been a surprise. She’d spent a lot of time lately talking to his best friend’s wife. Rope bondage was Fallon’s new research topic, and a passion shared with her husband Richard. Ryan inched his way lower, and teased one nipple to a marble hard peak with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth. Candace drew in a sharp breath and arched her back, encouraging him to suck harder. He obliged his wife.

His wife. The moniker still sent a thrill through his body every time he thought, or said the word. Candace Callahan. His wife. God, what a wondrous thing that was. For nearly a year, she’d been his constant companion, his lover, his…everything. Before he met Candace, he’d been lost and alone, searching for something he couldn’t name. Now it had a name. Love.

“Well?” Candace prodded on a gasp as Ryan switched breasts, sucking the poor, neglected one in his mouth without preamble.

Surely, she knew the answer. He couldn’t deny her anything. Still, he made her wait for his reply. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given it any thought himself. There wasn’t much he hadn’t imagined doing with Candace.

He released her hands and slid lower until he lay pillowed between her thighs. He brushed his thumbs over the neatly trimmed auburn triangle that drew him like a compass needle to magnetic north. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fueled a primal need. He swept his tongue through her juices. She ground her swollen flesh against his face, and he knew she’d forgotten everything but this. He dedicated himself to keeping the status quo for the foreseeable future.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising an eleven-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.
Website - www.rozlee.net

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9 comments:

Roz Lee said...

Thanks so much for having me over to play today!!

Roz

BLHmistress said...

Thank you so much for stopping by, we are happy to have you here today!

Lynne Marshall said...

Hi Roz,
I really enjoyed your blog. I wanted to say that the day I had, what I call a late midlife crisis, was the day I finally sat down at my computer and began writing a book. That book had been in my head so long, I already knew the story, the characters, etc. But sitting down to put it to paper (on computer actually) was the scariest thing I had done. I was amazed I could finish it! It is tucked safely away in my closet because it really shouldn't see the light of day, BUT it was still one of the things I am most proud of (writing and completing a book) in my life.

I have to admit, your story scares me! I'm such a prude. :)

louise behiel said...

isn't it wonderful to reflect back and see those moments as turning points in our own lives. I've had many of them - each different, each unique. One of the most 'shocking' ones I had occurred in June when my darling baby boy turned 40! No matter what I say or do, I now have a child who is over 40. weird to type that but weirder to know it.

thanks for a good read
louise

Carly Carson said...

Hi Roz, Mine is pretty common. The day my first child was born. I felt like the world had changed on its axis. I unexpectedly left my finance career behind, and here I am. lol

Roz Lee said...

@Lynne - Thanks for stopping by! Please don't let my story scare you away. At the heart of it all (pardon the pun) it's a love story, pure and simple. Well, maybe not simple...
I know what you mean about completing that first book. I have one of those I'm proud of too, but not because it's good, but because I finished it. I'm so glad you finished that first one, because the ones that followed are superb! I just finished One for the Road, and it had me hooked from the beginning.

Roz Lee said...

@ Louise - Thanks for stopping by! I have two grown daughters and I still have those moments when I realize I'm the adult, and I have to make the decisions. LOL Where does the time go?

Roz Lee said...

@Carly - I think you made the right career choice! I too will never forget the birth of my first. There's that moment when you hold your child that you know things will never be the same, but the world is suddenly better because your child is in it.
Thanks for stopping by!

Chellesie B said...

More than writing a story, and then a book, in the wee hours of the night, because they were in my head and I needed to get them out, the more life changing moment was when I opened a piece of bulk mail from an organization I was peripherally involved with. I scanned it briefly, and just before I tossed it into the trash, I saw a name I didn't know followed by the words "president, Romance Writers of America." I set the mail aside, then took a chance and called to get her number. She invited me to a meeting, and five years later I've attended hundreds of workshops, have a wonderful group of writer friends, and a new career!

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