I hope my readers in the states are looking forward to a long weekend! It’s overcast here in Albuquerque, which I love, and I’m sipping some iced coffee with toffee nut at Michael Thomas Coffee Roasters. It’s the first Friday of the month, and I’m very tempted to head over for Fractal Fridays at the New Mexico Museum of Natural History as featured in Veteran Hearts. Do you think I’d meet someone like Kyle?
For something short with several sex scenes, please read Veteran Hearts:
To her surprise, he turned off the truck and killed the lights. Maybe he was coming in after all. He turned sideways to look at her and said, “I’d love to come in, but that might be too fast for me. I know in the book we read they hit the bed after the first hello, but even after two months of knowing you, it’s hard for me to get closer.”
He had his hand on the console between them, and she placed hers on top. “You could just come in for dinner. I swear I won’t molest you.”
His gaze softened though it was hard to see in the shadows. “Maybe I’ll just walk you up to the door, old fashioned like.”
“I’d like that.”
She withdrew her hand, sorry he wouldn’t be staying but still feeling like they’d taken a big step in their relationship. When she stepped out of the truck, he was already out and around, ready to take her hand as she stepped down. Her soul thrilled when he laced his fingers between hers after he closed the door.
She opened the tall wooden gate and smiled at the gurgling of the fountain in the corner of her patio. She’d have to turn it off soon before the first freeze, but she was glad it was on tonight.
“Nice courtyard,” he said as he entered.
She shut the gate, cutting off the view of the rest of the neighborhood. She’d forgotten to turn the porch light on when she left, which allowed the moonlight to cast a romantic glow.
When they arrived at the door, she turned and faced him, not knowing if he wanted to stay and talk or if he’d leave right away. She had a wrought-iron bench over to the side by the fountain and a table with two chairs on the other side. It’d be more comfortable inside.
She realized he was staring at her with a mix of affection and regret on his face. It made her want to stand on her toes to kiss him, but she was sure she’d scare him away if she tried that.
Much to her astonishment, he slipped his hand beneath the hair on the back of her neck, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
Goosebumps erupted all over her body. She’d imagined the first kiss so many times that she couldn’t believe it was better than all her scenarios.
He pulled back just enough to speak. “I’m sorry I’m so crazy. I really like you, and it scares the shit out of me—not the liking part but the possibility of losing you in the future. I lost a lot of friends at war.”
It was weird to feel relief at his statement, but at least now she knew what was wrong. Before it’d been a vague generalization of being a veteran. Now she knew something of the cause.
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Or if you’d like a full novel with an involved plot and several sex scenes, please read Thankful Hearts:
She broke the silence and asked, “Did you miss home while you were away, or did you try not to think about it?”
He looked at her profile as she stared out at the city. It was probably an innocent question to her, but it brought up all of his theories and fears about PTSD that he hadn’t talked to anyone about. He wasn’t planning on talking about it ever, but his words betrayed him.
“I thought about home every damn day. I wanted to keep in mind what I was fighting for to distance myself from the violence I was a part of. Soldiers come home and blow up when they hear people complaining at the mall about a dress that doesn’t fit or the fucking barista misspelling their name on a cup of coffee, but that’s why we’re fighting. So someone’s misspelled name is the worst part of their fucking day. I didn’t want to come home and be mad about it.”
Her breath hitched, and in one smooth move, she placed her hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he stood still, unable to register what was happening. But her lips warmed his and brought movement to his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her right up against his chest. Their lips parted, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He loved her assertiveness—he didn’t have to guess what she wanted. But then he tensed. She might discover his gun.
He broke off the kiss and said, “That wasn’t a line. It’s really how I feel.”
She smiled and said, “I know. Was I overly appreciative of your philosophy?” She drew her hands off his neck and tried to step back, but he held her fast.
“No, I just don’t want you to think I’m full of shit.” His face burned when he spoke. He didn’t know why it was so important what she thought of him. He hadn’t been considering her as a girlfriend; at least he didn’t think he had.
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I’m truly honored. This is a first for me!
Here are a couple of behind the scenes statistics from my business meeting over the weekend:
- Thankful Hearts is my number one selling book ever!
2. Veteran Hearts is my most downloaded book ever. Even though it was free for a limited time, it eeked out the win over The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode One with over 1000 downloads!
If you haven’t read them yet, I hope you do! The stories are still relevant even outside of the holidays they center around.
It’s been a great week for me. Monday I’ll get back to The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode 3: The Third Ship. To my amazement, Episode 2 recieved a review today on Smashwords.
To my further amazement, my brand spanking new short story in the Holiday Cafe Series, Veteran Hearts, received a 5 star review at Smashwords. I never get reviews at Smashwords. It also broke my record for number of downloads in one day there.
Thankful Hearts is still on the Best Seller list at All Romance!!
To help me celebrate, please enter my Giveaway! You could win a free Kindle!!
So if you are looking for something light and sexy, try Veteran Hearts:
If you’re looking for something intense and sexy, read Thankful Hearts
I’m still on the list, and I moved up a little bit! To celebrate, I’m keeping Thankful Hearts on sale for $1.00 through Thanksgiving! AND as a bonus I discounted Masked Hearts down to $1.00 as well! Tell your friends the Holiday Cafe is serving handcrafted discounts at All Romance!
In other great news, Love Serially reviewed Thankful Hearts! Here’s a taste:
Evelyn Aster has clearly spent some time researching and thinking about soldiers returning from home. In fact, her opening notes thank a veteran for reading the novel, which I think is awesome. This is not an easy romance. It bounces back and forth, much the way I imagine the thoughts and emotions of a veteran suffering from PTSD.
Be sure to read the whole review!
I have a lot to be thankful for this November, so I wanted to give back to YOU, my wonderful readers.
This is the final day it’s on sale at All Romance for $0.99 so be sure and take advantage of the sale!
In more writing news, I released a novelette in the Holiday Cafe Series today!
Right now Veteran Hearts is ONLY at All Romance and is on sale for a week at $0.99. It’s a stand alone story like all the books in the series. Their is A LOT of sex for such a short book. I’m just warning you 🙂
And now it’s time for the GIVEAWAY!!
I’m giving away a KINDLE FIRE 7″ TABLET and FOUR AMAZON GIFT CARDS worth $5 each. It’s super easy to enter. You can go once a day and click on the Free Entry. You can also Follow My Blog and then go to the link and press the Follow My Blog entry. If you are already following my blog, you can skip step one. Just be sure to leave the name you’re following under on rafflecopter so your entry doesn’t get deleted.
Here are the rules:
Thankful Hearts Celebration starts Nov. 11 at 12:00 AM MDT and ends Nov. 18 at 11:59 PM MDT. The giveaway is open to residents of USA who are 18 years of age and older who enter via the Rafflecopter widget. Winners will be chosen at random on Nov. 18 through Rafflecopter and notified by email. Winners have 48 hours to reply to winning contact or a new winner will be chosen. The number of eligible entries received determine the odds of winning. Winner is responsible to any and all taxes related to winning the prize.
One Kindle Fire valued at $50 and four Amazon gift cards valued at $5 each will be provided by Evelyn Aster and sent to the winners by Evelyn Aster via Amazon and USPS. Evelyn Aster is not liable for shipping issues or anything further. Evelyn Aster reserves the right to refuse service in special circumstances. Evelyn Aster reserves the right to obtain and publicize the winners’ names and likenesses.
WordPress and other social media sites included have no knowledge or liability of said giveaway.
No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited by law.
Good luck and Thank You!!!
I’m sorry I’ve been totally neglecting The Beautician and the Billionaire. I’ve been focussed on Thankful Hearts and the surprises I have planned for Veterans Day. I promise by Friday it will be all Beautician and the Billionaire all the time 🙂
Today has been one of those days I’ve dreamed of having for a long time. My sales are way up, the first customer review for Thankful Hearts is up at Amazon (Thanks Blueduck516!) and Romance Novels for the Beach posted a review of Thankful Hearts!
Please, please please read her whole review. Here’s just a snippet:
Aster can definitely describe a sex scene in amazing detail, but when it comes to those scenes where Hudson is transported back to the battle field in his mind, shaking and sweating with anxiety? They are so gripping that I found myself holding my breath, and even bouncing my leg in anticipation.
I spent so much time trying to get Hudson just right that those words were really gratifying to read.
And check back Wednesday for some fun!
What a great opening day I had! Please keep the sales coming and make this a great opening weekend too!
I have some surprises coming next week that I’m working on as a thank you. I can’t wait!
Here are all the links for Thankful Hearts. Please pass them on to a friend!
It’s live on Amazon now!! http://www.amazon.com/Thankful-Hearts-Holiday-Cafe-Book-ebook/dp/B017OA0S46/
And a new one, Coffee Time Romance! http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookStore/pubs_product_book_info/thankful-hearts-p-14338#.Vj5GpLerTIU
Hudson sat up straight but didn’t see the motel room. Instead, he saw a shithole apartment he’d crashed in for weeks in Afghanistan protecting convoys. He heard a steady thumping against the wall. What the fuck? This place was supposed to be deserted. He jumped out of bed, and for the first time he saw Stacy lying there. Why was Stacy in Afghanistan? Why was there pounding on the wall? He wanted to grab her and run, but the memory of her grinding against him burst through his head. He glanced around, and his breathing slowed—he was just in a shitty motel in Albuquerque.
The noise stopped. He realized sweat was running down his face despite being naked in a freezing room. He needed to get the fuck out of here. He should wake Stacy up, and they could take off on his motorcycle. He didn’t know why he needed to leave, he just knew he did—and he wanted Stacy with him.
Before he had made a move, he heard a woman’s voice from the other side of the wall. “Give me my fucking money, asshole!” There was maybe laughter, followed by a smack. He stepped to the nightstand. The lamp still shone, reminding him of the erotic ways Stacy had moved her body when they made love. The thought made him pause with the drawer open. Stacy didn’t want to call it lovemaking, but his emotions for a woman had never been so intense.
The sound of glass breaking startled him into action. He pulled his Smith & Wesson Model 64 revolver out of the drawer and ran toward the window. A loud bang made him cautious as he looked between the blinds. In his peripheral vision he saw Stacy sit up. She was going to think he was crazy. He’d been determined not to have PTSD, but right now it sure as shit seemed like he did. He couldn’t endanger Stacy like this. He should leave sooner than Sunday.
Thanks for the love for Thankful Hearts at All Romance! It’s my best opening day there for a paid book! It’s on sale for a buck until Veterans Day. You can get it in Kindle, epub and pdf formats.
Amazon is still reviewing it, but it’s also up at Smashwords! You can get it there in even more formats: epub mobi pdf rtf lrf pdb txt html.
I have a new vendor I’m working with. Hopefully I’ll get that going today and then back to The Beautician in and the Billionaire!
In the meantime, here’s another tasting of Thankful Hearts:
Gratitude and amazement welled up inside him. He reached out to her and pulled her back to his body. She didn’t even flinch. Her hands clasped together behind his neck, and he kissed her, forcing her lips apart and their tongues together in an aggressive dance where both partners tried to lead. He gripped her back with his fingertips. He needed to get her back to his motel room. It was kind of a long drive from here, but he was sure he’d stay hard the whole way.
They kept making out like they were there to watch the end of the world. Her hands trailed down his chest, over his hips and to his ass. She pushed his hardness against her belly, drawing out a moan from deep inside his throat. Maybe he wouldn’t last all the way back to the motel. He kept one hand on the small of her back and brought the other around underneath her blouse to cup her breast. It was her turn to moan.
She closed her mouth against his and kissed his cheek to his ear. “Maybe we should delay dinner,” she whispered.
He withdrew his hands from underneath her shirt and pulled away, leaving his hands on her hips. “I was just thinking about taking you back to my motel, but I’m happy to do dinner first.” He wasn’t really, but it seemed like the gentlemanly thing to say, though they seemed way past that at this point.
She burst out laughing, catching him off guard. “You must think I’m such a slut.”
He’d never seen someone appear so happy and embarrassed at the same time. He pulled her to him, needing to hug her tightly. “I’m actually not doing much thinking, which is a nice change. I don’t see why it’s so bad for a woman to want to jump into bed as much as a guy does. I’m just happy you do.” He kissed her tenderly, hoping she didn’t suddenly decide she needed to be coy or play hard to get. All the nerves in his body wanted to drown in her touch—her lips.