Irresistibly Sweet! ~

Now this is fun. :)

Lindsay Townsend is a really nice person who just happens to be one of my favorite authors and, in my opinion, a literary rising star. She nominated Calliope’s Writing Tablet for the Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award. If you haven’t read any of Lindsay’s books yet, they’re wonderfully written and steeped in scrumptious historical detail. I love fiction that fills my senses when I read it.
Find her blog, Lindsay’s Romantics, here: http://lindsaysromantics.blogspot.com/
and find Lindsay’s books on Amazon.com or here: http://www.bookstrand.com/lindsay-townsend

So here’s how it goes…to earn my Irresistibly Sweet standing, I must tell readers seven things about myself and nominate ten other authors who’ll then do the same.

Seven Things You Might Not Guess About Me 

  1. To combat shyness, I took a DJ job in college. I enjoy all sorts of music but music of the British Isles and Appalachia are my particular favorites. I really don’t care for rap, winey country, and improv jazz but will give everything a fair hearing. My itunes now has 8683 songs loaded on it. Unfortunately they won’t all fit on the ipod :(
  2. I’m a World drummer and regularly teach how-to drum classes. My collection of drums from all over the world takes up a lot of space. Many of my friends are fellow drummers and we gather to make music. It’s curious, but we’re so in sync when we play, we often stop at the same time without being prompted. We’ve considered making professional music CD’s but haven’t done this yet. The recordings we have made are really very good, if I do say so myself. :D
  3. I’ve walked on fire three times. I’ll bet you’re thinking once would be enough! It was transcendent. There’s something about stepping beyond instinctual fear. No, I didn’t get burned and yes, I could have cooked a steak on the coals.
  4. I love finding old bottle dumps. The old farm sites often have these treasure troves. You had to do something with old bottles and unwanted stuff in the days before garbage collection, so trash was usually buried or heaped in a pile at the far corner of the farm. We’ve found everything from old medicine bottles from the days before screw on caps, to a discarded set of 1860’s crystal candlesticks. My pride and joy – an assortment of milk bottles – from itty bitty creamer bottles to gallons. The larger they are, the rarer. Imagine the farm boys throwing rocks at these irresistible targets. My favorite is the cream-top bottle. It’s a milk bottle with a special shape to allow the fresh cream to rise to the top after it separates from the milk. For Christmas one year, my husband found the specialized spoon that fit inside the bottle to extract the cream with. Very cool.
  5. I once owned a purple AMC Gremlin (back in the day) and shared one gas cap with every other Gremlin owner in Chicago. :D Let your imagination run with that. LOL
  6. I collect a rainbow of 1930-40’s Hall ball-shaped water jugs, teapots, and assorted pieces. The glazes of that time just call to me. I even have a pair of mildly radioactive salt and pepper shakers. Some of the glazes back then had some pretty potent issues.
  7. I enjoy the thrill of canoeing through white water rapids. These are what I consider to be reasonable rapids, not the kind where you ride the inflatable raft, hang on for dear life and wear a helmet so you don’t die. Though I’d like to try that sometime. :)

If irresistibly sweet is the criteria, my author group immediately comes to mind. What a bunch of sweethearts. I’m including several irresistibly sweet author friends I’ve met along the way.  Here are my ten:

Michele Hart
http://michelehart.com/index2.htm

Jane Leopold Quinn
http://janeleopoldquinn.com/

Missy Martine
http://www.missymartine.com/fr_home.cfm

Lisa Alexander Griffin
http://lisaalexandergriffin.com/

Mary Corrales
http://www.authormaryc.com/

E. Ayers
http://ayersbooks.com/

Miriam Newman
http://www.theblueroseblog.blogspot.com/

Michele  Zurlo
http://michelezurlo.com/

Tara Manderino
http://tjmanderino.webs.com/

Rebecca J Clark
http://shywriters.blogspot.com/

~~~

So not technically a blogger, but just as sweet… I have to mention J.D. Favor though I’m missing the address for her blog. Her very popular books can be found on amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/J.D.-Faver/e/B0050KEWMM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

If anyone is so incline, please pass it on.  Tweets, Facebook and Google+ are wonderful ways to let others know.
Thanks! :)

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Tipping the hourglass to find time for another Six Sentence Sunday ~

Things I have to do are racked up like taxi cabs at the airport. No kidding! When last week completely got away from me, I wasn’t able to write the blog post I had planned. I hoped to do that on the downtime this weekend but nope, ain’t happening. The best I can do for now is this little bit. I’m out of town this weekend and have an internet connection just strong enough to slooooowly check my email. Dubious as this connection is, I figured I’d better put up this  Sunday post tonight while I can connect. So without further ado…

Six Sentence Sunday!

Many talented writers take part in this fun little tag-along. We offer six interesting, compelling, and evocative sentences from our novels and put them out to tempt you. Click on this link and follow along. I know you’ll be tempted!

http://www.sixsunday.com/

My six comes from Hermes Online. Here’s the rundown:

Imagine meeting someone who thoroughly compliments you. You share likes and dislikes, views and outlooks and a soul connection unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It takes your breath, quickens your pulse and consumes your every thought. When you make love for the first time, it’s as if every cell in your body confirms this is your twin flame. Now imagine the timing is horribly off. In my first novel, Hermes Online, Vivienne joyfully discovers such a love amid the ancient ruins of Greece – a love so complete and soul satisfying but one that just isn’t meant to be.

As surely as seasons change, life moves on. Grieving the love she found and lost beside the impossibly blue waters of the Mediterranean, Vivienne eventually takes another chance at happiness but unfortunately her next relationship turns out to be one of betrayal. Her faithless boyfriend intentionally administers a low blow to deflect the attention off of him and on to her – if she weren’t so dull in bed he wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere. Not being one to deliberately hurt someone herself, his unaccountable words become a yoke of self-doubt that spills over into every aspect of Vivienne’s life. Hungering for a good word, on a whim she enters a short story written during happier times to an adult literature site and makes a connection with a compelling man known only as S. The two soon embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication where their suggestive emails lead her to try erotic chat, where cybersex leads to Skype, and C2C sends both into the arms of a love they’d believed lost forever.

Setting the stage

With only sensual prose between them, S chooses his words precisely to express his desire.

This week’s SIX:

Take my hand, lovely V, follow me to my bed, lie back on petal-strewn sheets and fan your autumn-colored hair across my pillows. Allow me to pay homage to the goddess you are. Let me begin at your little feet. Feel me lightly kiss, and yes, you will feel me bite ever so slightly, for the need to devour you is great. Reply lover.

I await,

S

I hope you enjoyed that. S sent Vivienne a few quotes that have great swoon potential. If anyone is interested, I’ve taken five of his sensual quotes and had them made into little refrigerator magnets. Scroll down to earlier posts and find out how to get some.

Hermes Online on Youtube:

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Six more for Six Sentence Sunday ~

The idea behind this fun collective is to find six interesting evocative sentences from your novel and put them out as a teaser. I’ve pored over my two books and found some I hope captures your imagination. Dozens of talented writers take part. Find the links to their blogs and webpages here:  http://www.sixsunday.com/

Here’s a bit from Dreamscape, but first I must set the stage ~

Blurb: Unable to deny his own translucence, Dr. Jason Bowen determines his lack of physical substance could only mean one thing—he’s a ghost. Murdered more than a century before, Jason haunts his house and ponders the treachery that took his life. When Lanie O’Keefe arrives with plans to renovate her newly purchased Victorian mansion, Jason discovers, ghost or not, he’s still very much a man. Despite its derelict condition and haunted reputation, Lanie couldn’t be happier with her new home, but then she has no idea a spirit follows her every move throughout the day and shares her captivating warmth at night. Jason soon discovers he can travel through Lanie’s dreams and finds himself reliving the days before his murder with Lanie by his side. It took one hundred and twenty years for love to find them, but there’s that insurmountable little matter of Jason being dead.

The following  six is found several chapters in. At this point Lanie is well aware of the particularly handsome apparition haunting her house. Used to being alone and popping in and out of rooms at whim, Jason wasn’t prepared for this encounter…

Coming upon the stunning sight left him thunderstruck. Glistening beads of water sparkled all over her body, and her wet hair, obviously just fluffed with her towel, hung in thick, ebony ringlets. Completely missing the fact he wasn’t invisible, he whispered in awe, “If I had breath, you’d take it away.”

Startled, she whirled around at the sound of his voice, and her large blue eyes met his. The light blush started at her cheeks and ended just above her pale pink nipples. She looked to the bed and back at him, resisting the urge to dive under the sheets to hide herself.

 

How’s that? :D

So yes, I did say I had news to post last week. For now I’ll just say the day I planned to post on was devoted to a much greater cause. I’ve a busy week ahead but I will be adding more.

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A new 6 for Six Sentence Sunday ~

To enjoy this fun literary tag-along, you follow the link below to the main page, then follow those authors listed  and hop from blog to blog around the web. Each stop gives you six interesting and evocative sentences from different novels. Check out the many talented writers taking part here:  http://www.sixsunday.com/

This week I offer a bit from my first novel ~ Hermes Online

Setting the stage ~

Blurb: Left bruised and brokenhearted after a cruel breakup, Vivienne Bennet finds herself mired in a world of self-doubt. To her surprise, she receives an email that challenges her to rediscover the sensual woman she once was. Together Vivienne and the enigmatic man known only as S embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication where suggestive emails lead to erotic chat, where cybering leads to Skype, and C2C sends both into the arms of a love they’d believed lost forever

The Six:

They were only words, weren’t they? If so then why could I see it, why could I feel this so acutely?

I clicked send and waited.

“You’ve got mail” burst forth from the speakers. I discovered I had been conditioned to have an autonomic response to seeing the envelope and hearing the computerized words. Like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate.

Makes you wonder, no?  :D

I’ve been very busy editing the new novel, (lol what else is new?) watch for a hefty new post this week.

Seven Things You Might Not Guess About Me  :D

  1. I taught myself how to sew
  2. I enjoy playing poker
  3. Ski ball is my favorite arcade game
  4. As a treat to break up my writing all day, I’ll play Collapse Blast online. My score has been 39 million (lol what does that say about me??)
  5. I once had a pet chicken who weighed 48 lbs. No kidding.
  6. I’ve forgotten how to drive stick. Contrary to popular opinion, driving a standard is not like bike riding in its total recall no matter who tries to say otherwise
  7. I love animals, and some return the affection

And before I go ~

Collectors of Romance Memorabilia, I have some

Rose Anderson Goodies for you!

Would you like some swag from a soon-to-be-famous author ? *grin*
Just send me an email with your address and I’ll mail your choice.
roseanderson4858(at)yahoo(dot)com

~ My Bookmarks ~

~ My Cool Bumper Sticker ~
Other drivers will wonder!

~ Autographed Book Covers ~
Soon to be Famous!

~ Quotes Hermes Online made by that super sexy, sensual, smooth talking, man S ~
On refrigerator magnets!

~ Free Downloadable Bookplates ~
Print on adhesive-back paper at home. Just email and ask for the download

Rose Who?

Hello, I’m Rose Anderson, the author of scorching romances Dreamscape and Hermes Online. You can find me just about anywhere these days. Here are several of my links. I’d love if you’d stop to  say hi. :)

My blog: http://calliopeswritingtablet.com/

My page at my publisher’s site: Siren-Bookstrand_RoseAnderson

My book trailers:  MusesWritingTablet

Yes I tweet, let’s be friends! @roseanderson_  (notice the _  at the end)

And we can be friends here too! Google+ Circles (I’m not on Facebook)

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Six Sentence Sunday & an extra Snog for good measure ~

Six Sentence Sunday!

The idea behind this fun little tag-along is to find six interesting and evocative sentences from your novel and put them out as a teaser. Check out the many talented writers taking part:  http://www.sixsunday.com/

Here’s another bit from Dreamscape

Setting the Six Sentence stage ~

In her waking world, Lanie knows Jason Bowen as the Victorian era ghost who haunts her house. At this point in the story, she’s entered her dream world, a world where Jason is very much alive and well in his time. In one world she loves a ghost and feels the hopelessness of that fact, in the other she loves a man doomed to die.

And now for the six:

His eyes searched hers. He needed her to know. “I will love you through time. I will love you in your dreams and in the waking world. No matter what happens, no matter when.” His lips found hers, and he kissed her sweetly.

If you’d like to see Dreamscape’s captivating (if I do say so myself) book trailer, follow the link at the very end of this post. :D

The Sunday Snog!

Sizzling romance author, Victoria Bliss’ hosts the Sunday Snog where memorable kisses are showcased.  http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/ Stop by, Victoria has a kiss posted today from  her steamy Valentine tale of two lovers enjoying a bit of breakfast at a cafe.  As if the “crackly bacon” wasn’t evocative enough, she brings forth even more imagery to whet the appetite.

And speaking of snogging…..

Jason suddenly found himself in his surgery. Lanie’s dream had obviously taken a turn from Bertha’s exhaustive telling of her father’s gouty toe. Thank goodness. The last thing Jason was in the mood for was treating a bunion. He wondered why he was in here, but then recalled he’d offered the woman laudanum for her concussion.

Lanie had been mostly silent and looking uncomfortable during breakfast. They needed to talk. He assured her, “This will only take a moment.” With that he quickly filled a phial with the sweet-smelling opiate.

He was about to put the bottle back in the cabinet when the door swung wide. It was Cathy. “Jason, Bertha won’t be needing the laudanum. It will tire her out. Do you have anything milder?”

Gone from the house or drugged into silence, it didn’t matter to him which it was, as long as he no longer had to listen to Bertha’s expounding. He set the phial on the desk next to the bottle and took the powdered cocaine down from the cabinet. Portioning off a small amount, he asked, “Where are you off to, Cathy?”

“Bertha and I are dragging Richard to the haberdasher in Dunston today. They have excellent merino socks for men there, and there’s nothing like that back home since before the war.”

He handed her an envelope.

“What is this?”

“For Bertha, if her headache should return in full bloom. Stop midday for tea and allow this to steep five minutes before she drinks it.

She nodded. Turning to Lanie, she said, “I know you wouldn’t care to join us. That’s why I didn’t bother to ask you.”

“On the contrary, Lanie and I have business in Dunston. Perhaps we’ll ride with you.” Jason answered with little concern for her lapse in manners.

Lanie’s gaze went to his face. Her father had no dealings in Dunston.

Not expecting her husband to suggest such a thing, Cathy blinked. “But we’re leaving now, Jason, and you’re obviously not ready and besides, it’s too hot and humid for five in the carriage. We’ll simply melt.” Then finding herself with nothing else to say, added, “Well, I suppose we could meet…”

Smiling, Jason turned to Lanie and asked, “It was Dunston, wasn’t it? Or was it Brookton?”

“Brookton,” she replied, still not quite knowing what this conversation was for.

Cathy said incredulously, “Why, that’s clear across the county, Jason…”

He nodded. “It is, and it’s far too late to go there now. It appears we must deny your entourage the pleasure of our company today, Cathy. I’m sure Richard will be most pleased with the selection there. Do enjoy yourselves. ”

The change in his wife was remarkable. She said happily, “Oh, we will. So long.”

He locked the door behind her. In an instant he pulled Lanie into his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered at her ear. When she remained silent, Jason drew back and searched her face. She kept her eyes averted, forcing him to tip her chin with his finger. “What is it? Tell me, love.”

She’d cried after their lovemaking and couldn’t account for the profound sadness she felt after such incredible joy. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “I feel hopeless, Jason, and I’m not sure why.”

He understood her words. Lanie’s dream was influenced by her waking reality. After brushing away the tear that slowly fell from her lovely blue eyes, he held her face in his hands. “Don’t feel hopeless.” His eyes searched hers. He needed her to know. “I will love you through time. I will love you in your dreams and in the waking world. No matter what happens, no matter when.” His lips found hers, and he kissed her sweetly. Her arms circled his neck as she returned that kiss with desperate abandon.

On the outside, Dreamscape with its haunted house and gentleman ghost, is a  story set between two time periods. But on the inside, it’s actually much more than that. This unlikely love story is also a murder, a suspense, a mystery, a time travel (via dreams) and if all that wasn’t enough, it’s also an Easter egg hunt. Easter eggs, in this sense, are intentionally hidden messages. I tried to make them as visible as I could and in such number that readers would say to themselves, Was that intentional? It must mean something!

Growing up, I was a huge fan of author Agatha Christie’s work. Many of her books were filled with pointing fingers and arrows, some were veiled and some  were intentionally hidden  in plain sight pointing to the truth. I wrote Dreamscape to tickle the imagination while turning expectations on their ends. I hope you enjoy it.

Here’s a bit of what more from what readers have to say about Dreamscape:

  • “The ending was not anything I would have guessed. I loved the history and the moving back and forth in the different eras through the dreams.” 
  • “Every once in a while you read a book that is so well written and the story so real that when you finished reading it, you almost want to cry because the story is over. This book is one of those. It seamlessly combines it all, history, romance, mystery and sensuality. Without a doubt, this was one of the BEST books I’ve ever read.”
  • At first, the story appears straightforward enough…Ghost falls in love with new owner of his home…kind of like the Ghost and Mrs. Muir…but soon, all those usual clichés are thrown out the window.  And what you’re expecting isn’t what you get, and vice versa. So thank you, Rose Anderson, for giving new life to old ideas! Dreamscape is catchy, well-written, and thoroughly enjoyable.
  • “Wonderful read. I enjoyed the descriptive words of the old home being restored, plus the scariness of the plot. It made the haunting very real. The chemistry build-up scenes between the lovers were hot.” 
  • “This book is amazing. The story is fast, the emotion as high as the suspense. The ending will be completely unexpected.” 
  • “OMG — what a novel!! This is one of those books that lures the reader in with its mysterious scenario of dreams” 
  • “I LOVED the hidden clues!! At first I thought you were using things by mistake. LOL I was wrong. After a while there were too many to be mistakes. I won’t say what so I don’t spoil it for other readers. Way cool how you did that.” 
  • “I was hooked after reading the first page of this story. Rose Anderson weaves the world of love, ghosts, and modern day life into a great story. Whats interesting is that there is a story within a story as she moves the tale between the world of the living and the realm of the ghost, then added sizzle and romance for a perfect read!” 
  • “When the dreams and reality became intertwined, I was trying to imagine how it would affect the modern day ghost if Jason was able to prevent his own murder. Your surprise ending was so unique, I loved it. Your descriptions carried such boiling passion, they suggested things that let my mind create the pictures. Very well written.” 
  • “I was simply blown away. What a smartly written, intelligent read. In MHO, this book is definitely a keeper.”

I hope you’ve all enjoyed the Six Sentence Sunday bit as well as the the Sunday Snog. Be sure to check out both sites. You just might find that next great read…after you read mine of course. LOL

And speaking of mine… now visible on the horizon ~ Book one of my next novel goes to the publisher by the end of next week! Two weeks after, book two follows. Busy busy.

And before I go ~

Collectors of Romance Memorabilia, I have some

Rose Anderson Goodies for you!

Would you like some swag from a soon-to-be-famous author ? *grin*
Just send me an email with your address and I’ll mail your choice.
roseanderson4858(at)yahoo(dot)com

~ My Bookmarks ~

~ My Cool Bumper Sticker ~
Other drivers will wonder!

~ Autographed Book Covers ~
Soon to be Famous!

~ Quotes Hermes Online made by that super sexy, sensual, smooth talking, man S ~
On refrigerator magnets!

~ Free Downloadable Bookplates ~
Print on adhesive-back paper at home. Just email and ask for the download

Rose Who?

Hello, I’m Rose Anderson, the author of scorching romances Dreamscape and Hermes Online. You can find me just about anywhere these days. Here are several of my links. I’d love if you’d stop to  say hi. :)

My blog: http://calliopeswritingtablet.com/

My page at my publisher’s site: Siren-Bookstrand_RoseAnderson

My book trailers:  MusesWritingTablet

Yes I tweet, let’s be friends! @roseanderson_  (notice the _  at the end)

And we can be friends here too! Google+ Circles (I’m not on Facebook)

Fun happening ~ The Author Roast & Toast!

I’ve been guest blogging and Q&A Interviewing my heart out since March 2011 in an effort to become a known author. Last summer I stumbled upon a post on a site called Author Roast & Toast and was totally charmed. I sent an email asking if they had openings and arranged a date for the new year. That day is today!

Fun-loving women and authors of note, Sharon Donovan, Mary Ricksen, P L Parker and Hywela Lyn throw a weekly party for a guest author on Fridays. And fun people they are, they search for images of party foods and drinks that their virtual houseboy Oliver cooks up and serves. The book and author of the week are showcased within a fun dinner party or luncheon atmosphere. I read their intro for me and smiled, several times I laughed out loud.

http://authorroastandtoast.blogspot.com/

I’m there right now answering any questions or responding to comments.
Leave a comment for a chance to win ebook copy of Dreamscape too. Come see!

Come back Sunday for another Six Sentence Sunday and
quite possibly another Sunday Snog!

A new cycle in the wheel of the year

The end of the month marks my one year journey as a published author. I dedicate this humble post to my family and to my friends, both old and new. Thank you for your endless support, unflagging love, and smiling encouragement. You truly are treasure without measure. Your gifts bless me in ways I’ve not words enough to express.

To my new author friends thank you for your kindness and patience given to an awkward newbie. Your knowledge and expertise and the fact that you’ve shared them with me are gifts I hope to one day repay.

Should you need to lean upon me as I have upon you, I offer a shoulder to you, one and all.

I love deep winter with its dark crisp mornings and cold nights. It makes me want to read a good book while a pot of soup simmers on the stove top. It makes me want a hot cup of tea and a slice of cinnamon toast before I turn in early for the night. In winter I live in anticipation of a snowfall armed with the trifecta of protection against the storm — that requisite milk, bread, and eggs. Snowfall at night always brings perfect sleep and come morning, an aching wonder at how anything could be as lovely as two-hundred year old bur oaks when they’re surrounded by an undisturbed blanketing of snow. There are as many shades of blue to snow as there are shades of green in the spring. The artist in me can’t wait.

I love the shorter days and longer nights of winter. Nothing is so essential to life on earth as the length of daylight. My circadian rhythm is fine-tuned from years of living in the country. From the Latin circa dies, circadian means approximately a day.

In my twenty-four hours, my bedroom window faces east so the first sliver of daylight wakes me. I write at the kitchen table on my laptop with a large window on one side treating me to a full day of ascending sunlight at my back, while the backdoor window gives me the rest as afternoon inches toward evening. At night, there are no urban lights casting artificial light in the starry sky around my home. When I turn off the lights at night, it’s dark out here.

Our bodies react to a day and night of light and dark and there are chemical reasons involved. There’s a reason we wake full of energy in the morning and get sleepy at night. It’s the presence or absence of light. This reaction to life’s external cues is called the Zeitgeber. Zeitgebers help synchronize our rhythms to many things but especially to the light/dark cycle of the earth. This synchronization keeps us healthy and viable. This is why it’s so important to sleep without artificial lights, LED clocks and nightlights included. (I love details and the science of all this speaks to me. Since I could so easily go off point here, I’ll stop and pour myself a cup of coffee.)

:) There, my mind is back on track.

What I was getting at is the winter solstice occurs this coming Thursday, December 22nd. This is the day with the least amount of daylight, the start of a new cycle in the wheel of the year. The winter solstice marks the return of the sun and was long considered a time of great symbolism and power. How could it not? It’s certainly a day to feel grateful. Tied to the sun and the growing season as we are, just knowing its full shining face will warm the earth in a few short months is reason to celebrate. We live because of the sun. So important was it to know the sun would return, this event was marked by shafts of morning sunlight crossing through spirals carved into stone, shining down complicated stone tunnels, and centered atop or between precisely placed megaliths like Stone Henge.

I read once how the Romans, celebrating Bacchus their god of merriment, had parties that lasted thirty days and culminated on the winter solstice. What an excellent idea. For many cultures, this is the time to celebrate with family and friends and share the spirit of giving. I plan to do just that a few days later. I have reasons to celebrate.

So I’ll buy my milk bread and eggs and anticipate the snow. I’ll make my pots of soup, read my books and enjoy the silent beauty of the first snowfall. And when I’ve had enough, I’ll try to wait patiently for seed catalogs to come.

I’ll leave you with a sweet poem from my childhood:

The First Snowfall
by James Russell Lowell

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
Was ridged inch-deep with pearl.

~~~

Being super busy, I won’t be posting on the blog until the middle of next week. Until then, I wish you all happy holidays.

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Day 3 ~ Stuff Your Stocking Blog Hop & Six Sentence Sunday Snog too!

Last Day of Drea Becraft’s Holiday Blog Hop,

Six Sentence Sunday, & a Sunday Snog too? Yep!

Just in case clicking on the Holiday Blog Hop button doesn’t work. The hop starts here:

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

To begin this busy day, I’ll start with day 3 of the Stuff Your Stocking blog hop. Let me tell you about the prizes. I’m offering the handmade ornament seen hanging from my snazzy Rose Anderson pen below — a bunch of grapes for the wine lover out there — suitable for tree or anywhere! It’s a cute little thing with its repurposed wine cork and curled copper tendrils. :D And, winner’s choice of an ebook copy of either of my erotic romances — Dreamscape or Hermes Online. The winner will be randomly chosen from all comments left this weekend.

Also, anyone interested in my soon-to-be-famous Rose Anderson promotional items such as autographed book covers,bookmarks etc,  email me directly at roseanderson4858(at)yahoo(dot)com. I’ll send any or all. You’ll find the complete list below.

Six Sentence Sunday!

The idea behind this fun little tag-along is to find six interesting and evocative sentences from your novel and put them out as a teaser. Check out the many talented writers taking part in Six Sentence Sunday. http://www.sixsunday.com/

Here’s another bit from Dreamscape.

Setting the Six Sentence stage ~

Lanie now knows the ghost of Jason Bowen isn’t a figment of her imagination. Earlier, Jason realized as formless energy he was able to enter Lanie’s synapse to ride her dreams, dreams that just so happen to take him into the 1880’s world in the days leading up to his murder. At this point, Lanie is lucidly dreaming Jason’s era fully aware their time is running out. 

My Six:

The way Jason saw it, they had no idea what the dawn would bring. The only thing in their favor right now was finally knowing when he was meant to die. His mouth slanted over hers in a possessive kiss before he murmured at her lips, “I love you. No matter what the morning brings, I’ll love you forever, in my world or yours.”

Holding the flesh and blood of his body close, Lanie wrapped around him. She knew in her heart he’d never stay with her as a ghost. Jason would leave the moment he found a way.

And now for the Sunday Snog!

Sizzling romance author, Victoria Bliss’ hosts the Sunday Snog where memorable kisses are showcased.  http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/ Stop by, Victoria as a very nice kiss posted today from  her toasty tale of two teachers snowed in at school.

And speaking of snogging…..

Dreamscape Excerpt ~ a breathless kiss:

At the top of the mansion’s breezy cupola, Jason absently looked out at the orange-tagged stakes and string that delineated a large rectangle alongside his carriage house and another twice as large painted in blue along the ground beside it. Though he didn’t know what they were about, he didn’t give a second thought. Instead his mind ran through new details and those long forgotten. Used to time having little meaning, he hadn’t realized two days had passed while he pondered his own death and his housekeeper’s mysterious disappearance. There was much to think about. Lexie had turned up so many details, large and small, and some he hadn’t known before. He felt more certain than ever that he was supposed to put the pieces together.

That Addy went missing disturbed him more than his murder, for he’d loved that old woman dearly. He could scarcely believe Cathy condemned this loving and kind woman as a thief. A thief! What a preposterous thought. Addy Fairfax was as honest as the day was long. Had Addy witnessed his death as Lexie suggested? Raking his fingers through his hair, he tried to remember how it was they’d murdered him, but no matter what angle he came to his death from, he still had no clear recollection of their deed.

This inability to recall had been gnawing at him for more than a century. It hit him then. It was no coincidence that Lanie had been dreaming about him for years. Through her dreams he could venture back to his time and solve this riddle. He came aware. My god, Lanie. Lost in thought, he hadn’t seen her for who knew how long.

An instant later he materialized in their bedroom to find her just leaving her bath. Coming upon the stunning sight left him thunderstruck. Glistening beads of water sparkled all over her body, and her wet hair, obviously just fluffed with her towel, hung in thick, ebony ringlets. Completely missing the fact he wasn’t invisible, he whispered in awe, “If I had breath, you’d take it away.”

Startled, she whirled around at the sound of his voice, and her large blue eyes met his. The light blush started at her cheeks and ended just above her pale pink nipples. She looked to the bed and back at him, resisting the urge to dive under the sheets and hide herself.

Jason instantly felt remorse, realizing his error too late. . “I apologize for frightening you.”

She assured him quickly, “I wasn’t frightened, only startled. I thought you’d gone.” No, she wasn’t frightened. She was however, keenly aware of standing naked before this ghost of a man. A drop of water fell unnoticed from her wet hair to trace a wet path down the center of her breast. Feeling a chill, she crossed her arms in front of her.

“No, I’m always here,” he said softly, his eyes momentarily drawn to a sparkling droplet that hung like a jewel from her chill-hardened nipple before she covered her breasts. He swallowed. The sight made his mouth water. “I sense I make you nervous. I’d never hurt you, you know. Please believe that.”

“I believe that. Jason, I–I’m not dressed.”

“And I am a mere shadow of a man. Please don’t be shy in front of me, Lanie. I’m a ghost. Some would say I’m not even here,” he teased.

Those silly but true words helped her to relax.

“If I may, I’d like to talk to you.” Ignoring her uncomfortable nakedness, he took her by the hand and sat her beside him on the bed. The sensation was light and transparent but very real. He was there all right. And her shyness returned. She attempted to pull from his hand. “Really, I should put on some clothes…”

He chuckled but didn’t let go. “As I see it, you and I are both physicians. Medical training aside, in our profession we’ve seen the ins and outs of human anatomy. Don’t be self-conscious around me, Dr. O’Keefe. I repeat, I’m a ghost.”

Another droplet fell from the ends of her raven hair. This one dropped on her lap and disappeared between her thighs. Poised to do so since he entered the room, his cock sprung to life as though he were flesh and blood again. Mastering the urge to pull her to him, he eventually said, “I’ve been thinking…”

It was hard to miss the fact Jason’s ethereal form didn’t leave an impression on her bedding. It was also hard to miss Jason Bowen. He was undeniably the most handsome man Lanie had ever set eyes on. His eyes with their unusual color were fringed with dark lashes, his mouth was full-lipped and kind and a single lock of his dark brown hair lay a bit lower on his forehead than the rest. He looked exactly as he did in her dream. Another thought came to her at his close proximity, a recollection of the dream she’d had with an unseen lover treating her to exquisite oral sex. The unbidden imagery swiftly tied him to the deed. Her imagination making her light-headed, she parroted mechanically, “You’ve been thinking?”

Noting how her eyes suddenly dilated, and her pulse throbbed at her porcelain throat, it took effort for Jason to find his thoughts. “Yes, I caught a piece of your conversation with Lexie in the kitchen. I appreciate your wanting details of my disappearance. I have none myself, you see.” He didn’t want to cloud the investigation through her dreams so left out the fact he’d been murdered. Another droplet rolled over her collarbone, and he unconsciously pulled out his handkerchief to dab it away.

She gasped softly.

The sound was his undoing. He pulled her into his arms for a kiss before he realized he’d done it. Her mouth was warm and sweet, and his tongue twined with hers as he crushed her to him with every particle of his essence. Feeling her sensual surrender as her arms wrapped around him to deepen the kiss, he stopped to chastise himself. There is no future in this, you stupid fool. Taking her arms from him, he said, “I’ll leave you to your sleep. Perhaps we can talk more tomorrow.” With that, he disappeared.

Lanie looked at the spot where he’d been only an instant before, the kiss leaving her breathless.

On the outside Dreamscape is a ghost story set between two time periods, but on the inside it’s actually much more. It’s a ghost story, a love story, a murder, a suspense, a mystery, a time travel (of sorts) and if all that wasn’t enough, it’s also an Easter egg hunt. Easter eggs, in this sense, are intentionally hidden messages. I tried to make them as visible as I could and in such number that readers would say to themselves, Was that intentional? It must mean something!

Growing up, I was a huge fan of author Agatha Christie’s work. I remember reading And Then There Were None as a child. I didn’t fully comprehend the nuance of the story at the time, but after seeing the movie adaptation, Ten Little Indians, several years later, I reread the book. To my surprise and delight, it was filled with pointing fingers and arrows and some were veiled and some were out in plain sight. Those intentional hidden messages point to the truth. I wrote Dreamscape to tickle the imagination while turning expectations on their ends. I hope you enjoy it.

Here’s a bit of what readers have to say:

5-Stars at Manic Readers:

“I wondered as I read this how the lovers were ever going to solve that problem, but was totally surprised at how Anderson arrived at the HEA ending I was hoping for, as I read far into the night. Great read with a surprising twist ending.”
5-Stars at The Book Binge ~ Dr. Judith’s review:
“There is not doubt in my mind that this is one heck of a novel, one that had me introspective and thoughtful when I finished, a kind of wonder that someone could have crafted such a wonderful book. That same sense of wonder is with me whenever I come out of the theater after watching one of those movies that seems to grab me by the shirt front and hold me captive throughout. That is the same feeling I had when I finished this tale.”  “there are surprises all the way through, not to mention that the ending absolutely floored me and got me all twisted up . . . in a good way, of course.” “There are twists and turns and surprises galore in this novel, not the least of which is the ending which absolutely flipped me on my head and left me with my mouth hanging open.” “Just an absolutely stunning story, and one that all lovers of romance fiction need to read.” “It is all here and Ms Anderson has woven it all into a novel that is beautifully written, well-edited, and put together so that the parts of the story flow together seamlessly.” “It is a novel I have no difficulty calling a work of art.” “So readers who love erotic romance wrapped in the mists of dream and fantasy and time-travel will find this to be a delightful reading experience, an entertaining way to spend some time, and an exercise of the mind and imagination. This novel is already on my favorites list as well as my “to read again” list.” “This is not a story that should be missed. I feel it has been a true delight and privilege to read this tale.”
5-Stars at Sensual Reads:
“Rose Anderson gives the reader a ghost story and a murder mystery with a large portion of hot sex thrown in for good measure.  Nothing in this book is what it appears to be.” “The ending of this book will surprise the reader.  Do not jump ahead as it is well worth the wait!”
5- Stars at Fire Pages:
“Dreamscape is phenomenal! I will rant and rave about this novel’s amazingness because it is rocks in all aspects of writing style, character development, plot, and story line. Rose combines history, mystery, romance, intrigue, and sensuality seamlessly and beautifully in Dreamscape.” “Rose excels at interweaving Lanie’s dream world and her real world with Jason. It was never confusing as to which realm you were reading about. I found this dual world to be rather exciting. It feels like you are watching Lanie lead a double life. Lanie’s dreams are an escape… an escape to pleasure… an escape to find the truth… an escape to Jason… an escape for herself. Rose also throws in many twists, turns, and tumbles that will turn your most sane thoughts upside down and keep you guessing about how Lanie and Jason’s future will turn out. At first, I would think about what should/would/could happen next for the pair, but midway through, I just threw my hands in the air and surrendered to Rose’s story. Dreamscape is nothing like you will ever experience, and nothing you can possible guess at. You will have to read the story all the way through to get the full story. I love Rose’s creativity in Dreamscape. The surprises, the turns in the story, and the ending are all well crafted, perfectly placed, and always appropriate. Dreamscape is a personal favorite of mine, and a novel that I will reread over and over again!”
4 1/2-Stars at Love Romance Passion ~
“The whole book is like a dream itself. The reader flows almost seamlessly from dreams to happenings in the present day. You become part of the dream. ” “The ending was a pleasant surprise for me.” “This is a very clever story with a dream hero who will make you believe in ghosts and in the power of the mind.”

5- Stars by Author Jane Leopold Quinn ~
“Humor and sensuality shine through in this story.” “Lush and lyrical describe the prose — hot and sumptuous the love scenes.” “While you’re reading Dreamscape, you’ll come up with happily ever after theories. You’ll desperately want to so these two people can triumph over death. My advice? Just read and enjoy the ride to the end. I had my thoughts, and they were wrong. The real ending is a wonderful surprise. Just let it be, and live in the Dreamscape.”

Collectors of Romance Memorabilia, I have some

Rose Anderson Goodies for you!

Would you like some soon-to-be-famous author swag? *grin*
Just send me an email with your address and I’ll mail your choice.
roseanderson4858(at)yahoo(dot)com

~ My Bookmarks ~

~ My Cool Bumper Sticker ~
Other drivers will wonder!

~ Autographed Book Covers ~
Soon to be Famous!

~ Quotes by that sexy, sensual, smooth talking, man S ~
On refrigerator magnets!

~ Free Downloadable Bookplates ~
Print on adhesive-back paper at home

Rose Who?

Hello, I’m Rose Anderson, the author of scorching romances Dreamscape and Hermes Online. You can find me just about anywhere these days. Here are several of my links. I’d love if you’d stop and check out my books or just say hi. :)

My blog: http://calliopeswritingtablet.com/

My page at my publisher’s site: Siren-Bookstrand_RoseAnderson

My book trailers:  MusesWritingTablet

Yes I tweet, let’s be friends! @roseanderson_  (notice the _  at the end)

And we can be friends here too! Google+ Circles (I’m not on Facebook)

This was fun. :) Thanks for stopping by. Do follow the links, you just might find that next great read.

I’d like to say Happy Holidays to you and yours.  Best wishes to the world and all creatures upon it. I’ll leave with this wish from Victorian era poet Jerome Klapka Jerome ~

“Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need – a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.”

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Day Two of the Stuff Your Stocking Holiday Blog Hop!

Welcome to my part in Drea Becraft’s Holiday Blog Hop!

December 16th -18th

Just in case clicking on the Holiday Blog Hop button doesn’t work. The hop starts here:

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

For my prizes, I’m offering the handmade ornament seen hanging from my snazzy Rose Anderson pen below — a bunch of grapes for the wine lover out there — suitable for tree or anywhere! :D And, winner’s choice of an ebook copy of either Dreamscape or Hermes Online. The winner will be randomly chosen from all comments left this weekend.

I got into a conversation with my author friends the other day about putting together a cookbook tied to paragraphs in our books. Wouldn’t that be a fun giveaway? So I came up with passages from the various books I’ve written where food comes into play and came up with these ~

I have an apple crisp recipe that might go with the following paragraph. It might team up well with that goat cheese and apple pannini recipe I have too. 

From Jason Bowen my Dreamscape ghost:
When she opened a paper sack to retrieve a sandwich and apple, the sight made him hungry. No, not hungry exactly. Rather wistful. Food was such an enjoyable thing and one he sorely missed. Occasionally, in the process of eating, she licked her lips, and that simple act made his body stir. Hmm, he mused, how about that?

I make pepper steak over rice that might pair nicely with this next paragraph.

From Vivienne in Hermes Online:
At home I settled down to dinner with a cardboard box of takeout, feeling a little lonely at that moment. Chinese should never be eaten alone. It should have company. It needs people to laugh with when you crack open your cookie and add the phrase “in the bedroom” to every fortune. I well knew the schedules of my friends. Unfortunately tonight I was on my own.

The following are my three Coming Soon novels, two of which I plan to release in 2012.

My soon to be released shape-shifter novel (unedited here) has this one that might compliment that yummy baked bean recipe I have. The hero is ancient and has never before seen a hot dog:

When she unwrapped the package, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Nor could he imagine her eating such a thing.

“Aren’t you going to try your hotdog?”

Unwrapping his, Ash stared at it. He watched her take a bite. There was no doubt she enjoyed it immensely. His eyes followed it as she set the unappetizing food on top of her basket of fries. Seeing the inside of the hotdog, he suddenly burst out laughing. This was no dog cock.

Olivia looked at him, “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head. Still chuckling, he picked up his hot dog and without hesitation took a bite. It was meat of some unidentifiable kind, and it was delicious.

Here’s an unedited piece from my hopeful spring 2012 release that would pair well with a delicious crab cake recipe.

As expected, Alex’s room was as he left it. He’d only been gone a month after all. Bathing and dressing quickly, he combed his damp hair, and headed back downstairs to the kitchen where he found his sister slicing the just-baked bread. “That looks delicious Bea.”

“I suppose I’ll give you a piece if you quit your salivatin’.”

“Nobody bakes bread like you…”

She laughed. “Ha! Anything cooked would look good after a month of nothing but raw crabs and fish. I could bake a shoe and you’d want it.”

He laughed with her. “That’s true enough. But then sis, no one can bake a sole like yourself either.”

Rolling her eyes at his play on words, she flung the end of crust at him. “Your lookin’ like a scarecrow, dinna you eat when you’re out?”

He caught the bit and promptly ate it. “Crabs and fish. That diet gets old quickly. I’ll be stayin’ with cooked meat and vegetables for a while.”

I have a great recipe for fettuccine Alfredo (aka a heart attack on a plate) for this unedited bit from my Magnum Opus (I promise to name the darn thing sometime in 2012)

He leaned on the counter and crossed his ankles. The towel gaped open, exposing more of his sleek muscled legs while the outline of the rest suggested Liam was a well-endowed man.

Feeling her cheeks flame, she turned away, “Dinner will be ready in about 2 minutes. All I have to do is drain the pasta…”

The blush was just too much. Sensing his desire for her was gearing up to make a grand showing, he took a hearty sip. Hastily setting his glass down, he clapped his hands together and spoke to her back, “I’d better get dressed then hadn’t I? If you’d like, go ahead and fill the plates, I’ll only be a minute. By the way, that sauce smells wonderful. Alfredo right?”

Not trusting her eyes not to devour him where he stood, she half turned. “Good nose!”

:)
So now that I have you hungry, here’s a yummy recipe my husband and kids make every year for the holidays. They call them Cyclops Cookies.

  • 1 cup unsalted butter
  • 1 cup crunchy peanut butter
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 1 cup packed brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

Cream together butter, peanut butter and sugars. Beat in eggs.

In a separate bowl, sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Stir into batter. Refrigerate one hour.

Roll stiffened dough into 1 inch balls and arrange on baking sheets. Bake in a preheated 375º oven for about 10 minutes or until cookies begin to brown. Do not over-bake. While still hot, stick one unwrapped Hershey’s Kiss in the center to make a Cyclops. Cool and enjoy.

:D

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Stuff Your Stocking!

Welcome to my part in Drea Becraft’s Holiday Blog Hop!

December 16th -18th

Just in case clicking on the Holiday Blog Hop button doesn’t work. The hop starts here:

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

For my prizes, I’m offering the handmade ornament seen hanging from my snazzy Rose Anderson pen below — a bunch of grapes for the wine lover out there — suitable for tree or anywhere! :D And, winner’s choice of an ebook copy of either Dreamscape or Hermes Online. The winner will be randomly chosen from all comments left this weekend.

So without further ado, let me offer some holiday gift making ideas and after, an excerpt from my most recent novel.

I’ve always made my own gifts for family and friends. To me nothing better shows the depth of my feelings for them than spending a portion of my life (aka my limited time on earth) to craft something just for them. We all only get so much time.  I’m an upcycler and repurposer. I love making nice things from things. Doing this keeps stuff out of the waste stream a little longer too.

I’m going to give a few of my best without pictures. Hopefully, I’ll describe them in detail enough, you’re able to follow along. If you’re stuck, email me and I’ll talk you through ~  roseanderson4858(at)yahoo(dot)com

The Secret Book ~
This book innocently sits on the shelf with the rest of your library, but when you turn a few pages, you’ll discover this crumby old book is actually a secret compartment. It’s a box made out of a book and the cover is the lid. Sneaky ;)

  • You’ll need a thick old and boring looking book. Try a thrift store or the library a free or an inexpensive discard.
  • Modpodge and applicator (foam or bristle brush)
  • An Exacto knife or box cutter blade.
  • A sheet of foil or waxed paper

Flip open the book and go at least ten pages in. Mark the page by tucking your sheet of foil or waxed paper inside and close the book. This is what you should see – ten loose pages and a protective sheet of foil or waxed paper. The rest of the pages will be the box. Now apply a liberal coating of Modpodge to the edge below those ten pages. Put something heavy on top, smooth any blobs with the brush or foam applicator and wait about an hour for it to dry.

The book will be stiff now except for those few loose pages at the front of the book. Determine the size of the compartment your book will have within its pages. Trace out a smaller rectangle and carefully use the Exacto blade or box cutter to cut out as many pages as you’re able to at one time. Keep on going until you almost reach the back cover. Once you have a nice deep center cut away, paint on the Modpodge to seal the raw edges just like you did to the outside. Using the scrap pages you’ve cut out, paste these over the raw edges inside with more Modpodge for a nice finished look. Leave your book open to dry. And there you go — a very cool looking, infinitely useful, gift. :)

Repurposed Stationary Set ~
I started this project by buying a sustainably grown bamboo pen for my daughter (off ebay). Then, using two sizes of opened and flattened envelopes as templates, I made crazy envelopes out of full page magazine ads and Patagonia catalog pages. I fine line of regular old Elmers glue sealed my new envelopes. I could have used a glue stick but having had glue stick projects come unglued before, I opted for the sure thing.  I bought a recycled paper writing tablet and made a custom cover for it from a very nice picture I found online depicting the recycle symbol as the top of a stylized tree. I also found a Save a Tree/ Reuse Paper self-inking stamp. I bundled up the envelopes in two stacks and put it all into a cigar box that I covered with cancellation marks from all over the world. It was one of my more fun projects that looked like it came from one of those fancy and pricey catalogs.

Ransom Note Refrigerator Magnets ~
Picture one of those TV crime show ransom notes where the words are glued together from newspapers and magazines. Now picture these individual letters sticking to the front of your refrigerator. Cool huh? Being a Scrabble fan I was confident words could be made if I followed the number and ABC count of Scrabble letters. I also added questions marks and exclamation points for emphasis. ICutting large alphabet letters from cereal boxes, glossy sales papers and magazines, I stuck them on peel and stick magnet sheets. I bought those, but it’s also a great way to use up those freebie ad magnets and out of date magnetic calendars. Just carefully peel away the text or picture to get to the sticky base underneath.  Tip: arrange them this way and that to save space. I then use a matte finish Modpodge coating. After they dried, I cut them out.  They came out really nice and got a lot of laughs.

Snowmen vs. Santas Checker Set ~
A friend of mine drinks different types of beer and saves bottle caps of all colors and brands for me. A few years ago I thought up a twist on an old standard game – checkers. You’ll need:

  • 24 bottle caps. Be sure they’re not bent.
  • 1 bottle of clear Diamond Glaze (check your craft store) or two or three bottles of cheap dollar store clear nail polish
  • 12 pictures of Santas and 12 pictures of Snowmen thought really it could be anything as long as there are 12 of one and 12 of the other. I cut mine from a catalog with vintage pictures but you could also check the dollar store for inexpensive holiday greeting cards. It’s possible to cut the small circles (bottle cap size) by hand by tracing a quarter. Or buy yourself a nice quarter-sized hole punch. I eventually did that. Much easier and super fast.
  • Glue

Once you’ve assembled your supplies, dab a dot of glue inside the bottle cap and carefully center the picture inside. Smooth out any bubbles and lumps. Allow to dry then slowly fill the bottle cap with Diamond Glaze or nail polish. I found simple checkerboards at my local dollar store and used those to go with my games. You can easily make your own. A search online will give you the exact count of squares needed.

I hope you’ve enjoyed these fun little projects. :) Happy Holidays!

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Dreamscape is a ghost story, a love story, a time travel of sorts, a murder, a mystery and reader’s Easter egg hunt. Peppered throughout are clues leading the reader to a story behind the scene.

My blog is full of reviews and interview if you’d like to know more about me as well as what other readers have thought about both of my books.

Dreamscape Excerpt (PG)

Lanie returns from her blind date. Keyed up by fending off her date’s attempt to get cozier than she’d like, Lanie thinks a cup of tea might settle her down. She has no idea Jason has been waiting all night for her return. At this point she’s unaware her new house is haunted ~

“You’re tired, you should rest,” he whispered. He could see the suggestion taking root in her mind. Putting her nearly full cup in the sink, she headed to bed.
Watching her sleep, Jason sat beside her a long while thinking on how lovely she looked tonight. He would have loved to have been the man to take her out on the town, to the theater perhaps. Out for dinner, certainly. If his own kisses had swelled those luscious lips, he would have ventured from her sweet mouth to the tops of those exquisite breasts so tantalizingly displayed in the décolleté of her neckline. His entire being desired to lose himself in the living heat of her. There was simply no stopping himself from caressing her, having lost that particular battle of conscience the first night she lay in his bed. He’d convinced himself that as long as he kept his baser needs to himself, touching her while she was completely unaware was a harmless compulsion.
Materializing just under the linens, his glowing form lit the sheet like a Japanese lantern. He whispered to her unconscious mind as she lay curled on her side, “Lay back for me, sweetheart, let me look at you fully while I feel how warm you are.”
Unconsciously responding to his suggestion, she rolled on her back, one arm tossed casually over her pillow.
Once more marveling that he was able to touch her at all, he swept her raven hair back from her lovely face, his thumb lightly tracing the delicate arch of her eyebrow. Touching her skin was like touching a rose petal in his garden, a warm sun-kissed rose petal. Gliding his hands over her warmth, he caressed her trim belly and arms all the while carefully avoiding the dove-soft breasts as any gentleman might unless given leave. Though it was true she hadn’t granted leave for any touching, the fragment of his gentlemanly comportment quickly faded as her living heat seeped into him.

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Rose Who?

Hello, I’m Rose Anderson, the author of scorching romances Dreamscape and Hermes Online. You can find me just about anywhere these days. Here are several of my links. I’d love if you’d stop and check out my books or just say hi. :)

My blog: http://calliopeswritingtablet.com/

My page at my publisher’s site: Siren-Bookstrand_RoseAnderson

My book trailers:  MusesWritingTablet

Yes I tweet, let’s be friends! @roseanderson_  (notice the _  at the end)

And we can be friends here too! Google+ Circles (I’m not on Facebook)

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The Stuff Your Stocking Blog Hop runs all weekend.

Check out the other talented authors participating

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

And come back tomorrow for more!

Don’t forget to comment for a chance to win!

:D

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