Today I welcome author Brenda Williamson to Between the Keys. I met Brenda a few years back and she's quite a lady. Warm, friendly, outgoing, talented and tough, Brenda juggles a full schedule that includes an adult son, a writing career, a business, a charming southern estate, and a four-year old nephew!
So when does she have time to write and promote? Keep reading! - KC
Can You Promote Your Book Too Much?
Key points they were against:
1. Getting numerous emails from an author just because they are in the author's address book. So authors, if you are guilty of sending emails to every person you've ever had contact with, you may be losing readers.
2. Signed up to Newsletters without permission.
Available from Red Sage Publishing
Real Estate agent Randi Brown works the rich crowd, selling high-priced homes. With her parents dead it’s up to her to financially support two teenage siblings and she wants to spread her wings by negotiating a billion dollar land deal. Only the landowner, a business mogul no one has seen in years isn’t interested in selling his mountain to a development corporation, and Randi sets out to change his mind any way possible, even if that means sleeping with the reclusive billionaire.
He was looking up. She did too.
From the open crossbeams, dried herbs dangled from tied silk ribbons. He let go of her wrist and reached up. She should have lowered her arm, but to move meant to chance breaking the spell.
She watched him tug one ribbon, untying a cluster that fell to the floor. The clean scent of lavender burst from the bouquet. She stared at the other bundles. Had he collected them? They couldn’t be for cooking since his refrigerator was bare.
When J.R. looped and tied the ribbon around her wrist, he jerked her thoughts from the idyllic illusion of everything going smoothly in her business acquisition and her sexual encounter.
“What are you doing?” Her words rattled free.
With the yellow silk strip snug, he drew her arm to the side and fastened the opposite end to the cabinet door knob. As much as she enjoyed aggressively passionate sex in all positions, she’d never been into real bondage.
“I’m not sure I like being restrained.” She tipped her head back and watched him retrieve another ribbon.
“You will.” He tied a blue strip of silk to her free wrist and fastened it to another cabinet knob.
Now was the time to protest and fight the binds, or surrender. He leaned against her, sniffing at her neck, then licking it. She felt its throbbing vein pulsing rapidly against the stimulation. He had more control than she normally allowed a guy. He caressed her jaw with the back of his hand. Did she want him to stop? What would she give up?
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back.
“More,” she begged, loving the way the pleasurable pain jarred her nerves.
And yet he didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he took his hands away, and the soft cotton of the shirt she wore slid down over her inflamed nipples.
He raised his arm and his fingers neared her face. She sensed regret in his light touch to her jaw. Turning her cheek to his palm, she pleaded with him to continue. “Don’t stop.”
She glanced down at her nipples, ruby spiked points jutting in eagerness. J.R.’s long fingers folded around her swollen flesh. He lifted one breast higher then the other as if he weighed each to be sure he had the heavier, more deserving one.
~ Seductive in Any Era ~
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