Angela S. Stone

Living a Dream, One Word At a Time

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Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 1


 BookCover_BringMeHomeMiya Jackson always believed life had more to offer outside Dead End, Texas. So when circumstances turned her life upside down, she took her chance to break free. A few years—and some brutal doses of reality—later, her little sister’s wedding brings her back to the hometown she left behind.

 

The last place she expects is to end up is in the arms of the man she’s tried and failed to forget. One scalding, passionate night is all it takes to make her rethink her damn good reasons for leaving.

 

Shawn Dalton always hoped this day would come. Hell, he and Miya have a history, and any misunderstandings can be fixed if she’ll only stay in one spot long enough. Now that’s she’s back, he’s determined to make her see that she belongs in Dead End. With him.

 

Her obstinate nature is intact, but he can deal with that. It’s the cold, detached woman she’s become that worries him. Melting that wall—and reminding Miya of her roots—is going to take every hot, sinful moment he can wrangle.

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Excerpt:

Shawn hooked another bale of hay and maneuvered it into the barn. “Lot can change in four years.”

“We’re talking about my dad. Not us.” She followed him into the cooler recesses of the barn. A huge row of hay bales lined the farthest side of the barn. “But thank you for helping him.”

“No thanks needed.” Every muscle strained as he lifted the bale into place. “Your folks are good people, and your Ma was worried when he fell after the reception. I was just in the right place at the right time.”

“Wait, what?” Miya watched her father enter the house.

He walked past her to grab another bale. “I guess he tripped. I’d stopped by to congratulate your sister on her wedding and your Ma asked me to look at his ankle. I figured she would have told you.”

“She didn’t.” Miya took a deep breath to ease the guilt clawing at her throat. She was home, and she still didn’t see what was right in front of her. “I should be thanking you.”

He shook his head and adjusted his hat. “Don’t need it. I did what anyone would do. They’re my neighbors.”

He knocked his gloves against his jeans a couple times before swiping at the hay clinging to his body. A few stray pieces clung to his hair and sweat-dampened skin, and she walked over to pluck them away. “Still. It’s not your responsibility and I want you to know I appreciate it.”

He barely moved, at least it seemed that way. Must have been more than she realized since somehow, she found herself backed up against one of the tall support beams bracing the sagging rafters. A sinful smile creased his dust-streaked face. “It’s my pleasure.”

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Candi Wall is probably the only person whose real name is more epic than any pseudonym she could have come up with – even as an author! She writes because the voices in her head have to come out somehow. Animal rescue-ess, mother of four, and soccer mom by day, she spends her free time writing – often on napkins at kids’ games because she never knows when a juicy story will reveal its delicious self. She once wrote a sex scene at a wrestling meet. Shhhhhh!

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MediaKit_BookCover_AVixenInVeniceHe’s an art thief on the run…with her heart Look closer, into Hotel Totally Five Star Venice, where art curator Monique Le Bres has just walked through the doors of the newly opened swanky luxury hotel to assist with their art collection.

Alessandro Bonnard, the world-renowned art connoisseur and collector has been sent incognito to supervise Monique and oversee her acquisitions for the hotel.

Concealing his true identity, Alessandro is intrigued by the art-loving vixen with an appetite for kinky sex. He pursues Monique, charming her at every turn — taking her to places she’s never been — both in and out of bedroom.

Monique falls hard for the man who has utterly captured her body and soul. Only to find out he isn’t who she thought he was after all…he’s an art thief on the run…with her heart.

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Waiting a good half hour, Monique was quite sure the coast was clear after her supervisor had departed. Weary from her travels she couldn’t wait to get back to her nice room and fall fast asleep in the sumptuous looking bed.

Stepping out of her office, Monique headed for the elevator at the end of the hall, noticing each door she passed had a nametag with identifiers. Sales the Direttore Vendite. Food and Beverage. Diretorre del Marketing. Director of Marketing and so on.

The subdued hush of voices from an adjoining hallway made Monique stop in her tracks.Pausing, she listened. The soft giggles intrigued her. Tiptoeing towards the sound, she peered around the corner. Near the end of the hall, she glimpsed Donovan’s silhouette as he leaned against a woman, kissing her. His hands holding hers above her head as she hooked one long leg around his waist, pulling him closer to her as they embraced passionately.

Monique’s key slipped from her hand and tinkled noisily on the wood floor. Mouth agape, her cheeks flamed as Donovan looked up and nodded to her from down the long hallway. Then the woman looked at her too. Monique immediately recognized the young blonde with the pixie cut hair and the cute little body from the lobby. The one she’d seen Donovan pat on the ass when Monique had first arrived.

The young woman merely smiled at Monique, her legs still wrapped around her supervisor’s hips, and then returned to kissing Donovan. Running her hands along his wide shoulders before he spun her around and planted his hands on her ass, pulling her too him. Hard. Monique looked away, but then back again. Strangely aroused at the unbridled passion, she was aware her nipples peaked under her silk blouse as she watched his hands slide over her curves and slide up and then up and under her skirt.

She tugged the woman’s panties down. She kicked them off with flair. Crumpled, the lace thong lay in the hall while the lovers went at it. Grabbing, tasting, and kissing. Monique was aware her own panties were moist, shocked by her own enjoyment at watching them. Hiking the woman’s skirt up further, Donovan pursued her, baring her sculpted thighs and making Monique’s body quiver as she watched when Donovan slid his fingers between the woman’s legs. A soft groan escaped his lover’s mouth as they kissed and she tugged impatiently at his belt.

Monique gulped an audible gulp. Donovan cocked at eye in her direction. Monique quickly retreated, embarrassed to have been caught standing there enjoying spying on the lovers.

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Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in the U.S.

When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.

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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Members Only Series and the Surrender Series along with several stand alone novels and novellas. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

 

 

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Food.

We’ve actually been enemies for a while. As in…hmm….going on 12 years.

My digestive system wonked out when I had my son. Took me several years to figure out it was WAY different and then several more years to figure out what was really wrong. I have several food allergies. Cheese is the biggy, and cheap sugar. Oof. Yeah. Eating out can be a challenge.

Long story short my body kind of forgot what it was supposed to do with food. The nerves in my stomach register food as pain. It was pretty rough. But after 2 years of testing they tried a magic little pill that costs me literally $4 a month that helps me SOOOOOO much. Craziness!!! So thankful my docs stuck with me and didn’t let me give up on finding an answer to all my digestive nightmares.

Now, what’s ironic about this is I tend to write foodies into my books.

In, Final Surrender, it’s Mark, Angela’s brother and Clay’s best friend. He loves Danish, and NYC coffee, and Chinese food and yeah….the list goes on.

I’d always seen tv shows and movies and read articles about the food in NYC being incredible so I did some research when I wrote this book on places people loved to eat. Chinese Merch and Meli Melo were two places in Manhattan where Angela would be that fit perfectly into the book.

At Christmas in 2013 my parents and I took my son to NYC for the first time. I fell in love. The noise of the city, the hustle and bustle of the subway and train stations and cabs, wonderful. Not overwhelming or awful. The trash on the other hand – OMG!!!

And something we made sure to do was eat lots of iconic foods. A hot dog from a street vendor, chestnuts, French Macarons as an anniversary present for my parents, Champagne and so many things in between. I’ve gone back several times since and absolutely love it…including the food!!!

 

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Ten years ago, Angela Meyers told everyone she went to New York to find herself. It was a lie. She fled from the aftermath of one hot night with Clay Waters. A night filled with wet heat, all-consuming releases…then his regret.

Now, with a stalker threatening to destroy her career, there’s only one man she trusts to protect her. The man she still loves, hates, needs with every breath she takes.
It’s not that Clay never craved his best friend’s younger sister. With a ticket to boot camp burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t allow himself to love her. The moment he lays eyes on her again, the old need—to take down her tightly wound hair, press her long, lean body to his—surges inside him stronger than ever.
But this is no ordinary bodyguard assignment. The best way to identify the voice in Angela’s shadow is to lure it into the light of day. Even if it means convincing her to trust him with her heart…and surrendering his own.

 

Excerpt:

Clay kept silent and let the new reality of what she was…what they were dealing with sink in. He absentmindedly played with her hair. His fingertips pulled the wet strands slowly to the end. Angela licked her lips nervously, glancing at Clay out of the corner of her eyes.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Yes, is it working?” he asked with a playboy smile she didn’t know he still possessed.

“It always works, Clay. Anybody else I can tune out. Everybody else is on the outside, except for you. You’ve always been my Achilles’ heel, but you know that.”

Angela laid her head back against the couch cushions and decided she needed to stop talking. Her insides were already feeling hot and needy, and wanting this man beside her wasn’t going to help her heart or her life stay in one piece. She was brave last night in the near darkness of her bedroom. This morning, not so much.

“I’m nothing special. You could have any man you wanted, and that’s the God’s honest truth.”

He got up and took his cup back to the kitchen and didn’t hear her whisper, “Not every man I want, apparently.”

After he sat back down he asked, “So, want to go out and take a walk, or do you want to stick around here, order in and watch reality TV?”

She lifted her head off the couch with a scoff and said, “You don’t really watch that crap, do you? Every moment you watch is more brain cells you’ll never get back.”

“Please, what do you watch, almighty TV guru?

“The Big Bang Theory, which is the only sitcom that should be allowed on TV. It is fantastically funny. Always makes me laugh no matter what I have going on. Have you ever seen it?”

“Nope, but if it makes you laugh, with that perma scowl you’ve got going on, then it must be pretty good.”

Clay got hit with a pillow out of the blue and he turned to see Angela hiding a wicked grin behind her hand.

“Oh, if you didn’t have a concussion, it would so be on.”

“Well, see, there’s the silver lining of being blown off those steps. I win a pillow fight with you by default. My day is complete. Oh no, not yet. I haven’t had any chocolate.”

“Chocolate, the way to every woman’s heart.”

“Of course it is.”

“So you want to venture out?” he asked again.

“I don’t know,” she answered softly.

“Scared?”

“Little bit. I feel like I’ve got a big target on my back. I don’t want to hunker down and hide from the world, but maybe today we could keep a low profile. I’ve gotta call Mark and my parents.” She stammered again at the thought of being alone with Clay all day and the rest of her breath left her lungs in a rush as Clay’s knuckles brushed her cheek.

“How about we’ll dress you up.” His voice was soft and seductive. “That way you can feel safe and still get out for a little while.”

He stood and looked down into her wide doe eyes and without thinking, she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet.

He mesmerized her with a simple glance. He was two different people, one when they were alone and another when others were around. But she was too, if she really wanted to admit it. They were more alike than she cared to recognize.

The head injury had left her weak and a bit dazed, but Clay standing in front of her threw her completely off balance. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her cheek on his chest as he stroked her hair.

“We’ll fix this.”

“My stalker or us?” she asked before she could clamp her mouth shut.

“Hopefully both before you get completely sick of me and kick me out, like you’ve been threatening.”

“It’s no threat, Clay,” she said, pulling away from him so she could wander back to her bedroom. “It’s a promise,” she added with a snicker.

“Ah yes, but I know the secret to making you happy now,” he said as he moved to follow her.

“What’s that?”

“Chocolate.”

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 Sometimes Stratford’s dreams of love have fared no better, but he’s still trying. After yet another disastrous date, he’s intrigued by a man going into a cooking class—so he takes the class too. Vinnie Giani is a successful, self-made man who is charmed by Stratford’s bow ties, sharp humor, and clumsiness—which leads to an opportunity to take Stratford in for stitches. Vinnie is, above all, responsible, having taken on the care of his mother and sisters from a young age. Perhaps it’s natural when he begins to treat Stratford more as a child who needs a parent than as an equal partner. But when Vinnie tries to “fix” Stratford’s career woes—including the Doctor Chicken problem—and ends up making the situation worse, their fledgling relationship may not withstand the strain created by blame and lies.ford Dale feels like Doctor Chicken consumes his life. It’s his pen name for a series of wildly popular children’s books. They were his brainchild; he meant for them to be a way to pay his many bills while he pursued his dream of publishing graphic novels. But the Doctor Chicken contract was a raw deal. Instead, he churns out book after book for a pittance, leaving him broke and no closer to his dreams.

 

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 “ABBY, I swear, I’m never going to find my own Thad.”

 Stratford should have waited until he’d gotten home to call Abby, because the wind was going to freeze his fingers into a permanent curl around his phone. Gloves, scarfs, and wind-resistant fabrics hadn’t suited his super-sexy Barry-bait outfit. Unfortunately, the Barry bait had been too enticing. Or the wrong kind of enticing. Sluts might wear shirts and pants as tight as his, but they didn’t wear bow ties, did they? At least he was able to grab a latte on the way home. Aside from being one of his few expensive indulgences, it was keeping his left hand warmish.

 “Of course you will. Are you sure you’re not judging him too harshly? You sometimes have unrealistic expectations.”

 He snorted. No one had to know he’d had a sneaking little thought that he’d so dazzle Barry with his erudition and joie de vivre that the man would immediately become smitten and fall in love. Besides, Abby already knew he was a hopeless romantic.

“There was a certain romantic touch to the butt plug discussion over shrimp devolving into a dessert discussion on whether silicone, rubber, or glass was preferable for dildos. A dead giveaway, if I’d been paying attention. I mean, anyone who has enough information to write a dissertation on dildo production materials is either way too oversexed for me or hasn’t had enough sex with other people… and probably for an excellent reason, as I discovered.”

 An older man in a fedora, walking in the opposite direction, gave Stratford a raised-brow look, and Stratford simply rolled his eyes and shrugged.

 “Ford, you slut. You didn’t! On a first date?” Abby’s light, teasing tone hadn’t the slightest hint of censure, but it could have. After all, Stratford had had his slutty moments, to be sure, but slutty wasn’t the best way to snag a boyfriend. He didn’t think. Or at least, not too slutty. What man didn’t like a hint of slut? Monogamous slut. If there was such a thing.

 “Uh, hello, you still there?”

 “What, oh, yes. Sorry.” Stratford had to stop drifting to his fantasies of a fairytale ending.

 “You dog. You did it, didn’t you? And how was it?”

“No. Really, I didn’t. I mean, he blew me a little bit.”

 This time it was Abby who snorted. “Blew you a little bit? Kind of like being a little bit preggers, you know.”

 “It’s never a good sign when you have to say ‘watch the teeth,’ followed closely by ‘don’t bite that.’ Puts a damper on things.”

 “You think?” Loud gales of laughter buffeted him across the wireless waves, and Stratford pursed his lips. Why was his dating life such a fucking joke?

 

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AuthorAvatarKC Burn has been writing for as long as she can remember and is a sucker for happy endings (of all kinds). After moving from Toronto to Florida for her husband to take a dream job, she discovered a love of gay romance and fulfilled a dream of her own – getting published. After a few years of editing web content by day, and neglecting her supportive, understanding hubby and needy cat at night to write stories about men loving men, she was uprooted yet again and now resides in California. Writing is always fun and rewarding, but writing about her guys is the most fun she’s had in a long time, and she hopes you’ll enjoy them as much as she does.

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Pen Name-Doctor Chicken, is not what I expected out of a novel.  As a fan of KC Burn I was very excited to be able to read her newest book. It’s very  different from her other novels, but her unique voice makes you fall in love with the characters.  “Ford” is a typical starving artist, with too many ideals and not enough cash to make it happen. Vinne is a fantastic family man, with three great girls- only they’re his sister’s. He’s devoted his life to supporting his family, now it’s time for Vinne to have some fun an “Ford” is the guy who catches his eye. Pen Name-Doctor Chicken is a fun and light read, you can really lose yourself in the pages. I felt the ending was a bit rushed, I would have preferred to have the last few chapters explored a bit more, but overall a very enjoyable read. 3.5 stars.

 

 

 

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Hello everyone, Goddess Fish is hosting my tour for “Boots on the Ground” This week and next week.

 

 

There has been some interested in an additional excerpt for Ash and Matthew, since I love these two boys so much, I give you an excerpt I like to call “Dinner and Desert”:

Ash stomped his boots off on the porch before opening the door to the mudroom. He still had three more hours in his shift. The shift was running slow though. The snow had kept most people home and off the roads. He called Matthew and asked him to make dinner for the two of them, as he would be able to stop at home to eat.

“Hey,” Matthew called from the kitchen once Ash shut the door against the cold.

“Hey,” Ash called back. He wiped his feet off further and walked on the mat through the hall. He didn’t take his boots off in case he had to leave in a hurry. 

Matthew stood at the stove hovering over a pot of something that smelled amazing. He smiled at Ash as he entered the kitchen. “How’s work?” Matthew asked, turning around to face Ash.

“Slow.” He grabbed Matthew and pulled him towards him. Matthew dipped his head just enough to reach the slightly shorter man and tug his lips into a dominating kiss.

This was the first time they had properly seen each other in three days. Matthew had been working nights, and Ash had been on day shift. He hated when that happened. At least this was his last shift on this set. They had the next four days off together. Just the two of them. Ash couldn’t wait.

Matthew pulled away grinning. “Think you can get off early?” he asked.

“No, I’m needed in case there’s an accident, knock on wood,” Ash said. They both rapped on the kitchen cabinet door. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Matthew said. He kissed his partner again. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” Ash replied with a look that indicated that he was hungry for more than just food.

“Down boy,” Matthew told him. “I made clam chowder. Sit. I’ll get you a bowl.” Ash dropped himself in his spot at the kitchen table.

“Seventy-four-Queen, are you 10-25 yet?” Ash’s radio crackled.

“That’s a 10-4, dispatch,” Ash replied.

“10-4, let us know when you’re 10-8.”

Matthew set a bowl of clam chowder and a basket of tea biscuits in front of Ash. “Do you have to go?” he asked, sitting down at the table.

“No, I forgot to tell her I was 10-25,” Ash replied.

“That means you’re on dinner break right?”

“Uh-huh.” Ash took two tea biscuits from the basket. They were still warm.

“Did you make these?”

“Yes. I had to call Mom for the recipe though,” Matthew said. He also took two from the basket and buttered them.

“How is it that I get a man who can cook and makes me dinner on a regular basis?”

“Just lucky I guess,” Matthew said and Ash smiled. “Eat before it gets cold,” he instructed.

The two men tucked into their simple but delicious meal, devouring the entire thing. “That was amazing,” Ash declared pushing his chair back from the table.

Matthew blushed. “Thanks,” he said.

Ash stood up and picked up their empty bowls and side plates. They got dumped into the sink. He went to turn the water on but a pair of strong arms slipped around his waist stopping him. “Matt?”

“Love you,” Matthew whispered, planting a kiss to the nape of Ash’s neck.

Matthew spun Ash around and pulled him as close as the duty belt and bulletproof vest would allow. He pinned Ash against the counter rubbing their crotches together.

“Love you too,” Ash murmured back. They kissed, the edge of the counter digging into Ash’s back as his hands wandered down squeezing Matthew’s ass though his jeans. That made Matthew growl louder than usual.

Matthew broke away kissing a spot on Ash’s neck. “Why don’t you find out what I have waiting for you,” he whispered into Ash’s ear.

Ash groaned. Matthew stepped away enough for Ash to get his hands on his partner’s belt. Ash undid it, and his hands slid inside Matthew’s jeans and boxer briefs. His fingers caressed Matthew’s semi-hard length. “Very nice,” Ash commented. He rolled the head in his fingers causing Matthew to hiss.

“Mmm, but that’s not the surprise. Keep looking,” Matthew said with a sly smile.

Ash stroked his partner one last time before moving his hands. He stroked Matthew’s hips. “Warmer,” he hinted. Ash rubbed his thumbs over the sides of Matthew’s hips. “Warmer,” Matthew told him.

“Give me a hint,” Ash said, enjoying this game. His fingers brushed against the top of Matthew’s ass.

“Even warmer,” Matthew replied. Ash’s hands moved lower brushing the top of his crack. “Warmer,”Matthew teased.

Ash smiled, his fingers crept lower. “There?” he asked, his fingers teasing around Matthew’s entrance.

“Burning hot, but not quite,” Matthew said with a hitch in his voice as Ash slid a finger into his already lubed ass. Instead of the warm and slick tunnel he expected, Ash met a hard resistance just inside, “And what is that?” he asked.

Matthew smiled, “Your surprise.”

Ash groaned. “What the heck is it?”

Matthew bit Ash’s lip, pulling back. “Butt plug.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the base?”

“It’s called a low profile. There’s a hidden base so it can be worn at any time, and no one can tell it’s there,” Matthew said his eyes narrowing as he gave his partner a mischievous smile.

“And it’s for me?” Ash asked. He already grew harder at the thought, if that was possible.

“Yes, it is. You’re going to wear it for the rest of your shift.”

“If it’s for me then why are you wearing it?”

Matthew grinned. “Keeping it warm for you.”

“You’re a kinky bastard, Matthew Ryman.”

 

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Angela

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Woohoo!! First blog post on the new site! *achoo* excuse the construction dust! We`re still building. Thanks to the amazing Mel who is helping me get this place up and running (and teaching me a new blogging platform!)

This post is to let everyone know that I will be blogging at Emily’s Cales blog today. Talking all about my recent trip back east. You can check out her blog here: http://emilycale.blogspot.com/2011/06/travel-adventures-angela-stone.html

If you comment you are entered to win a copy of her new book! Not mention some cool Swag from India!!!

I promise to have the site up and running asap! Thanks for sticking with me!

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Angela

 

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