Today's Author Spotlight is on
Julie A. D’Arcy and her latest book
Whisper on the Wind
Author Bio
Julie A. D’Arcy - lives in Wangaratta, Australia with her partner Philip and her two cats, Jesse and Abby. Julie has been a writer for nineteen years and has been published almost as long. Her first two novels Time of the Wolf and Silverdawn were first published in 1999 and the year 2002 and Shortlisted for several prestigious awards, including the PEARL and Sapphire, with Time of the Wolf winning the 1999 RIO (Reviewers International, Dorothy Parker Award) in the Fantasy category for Women’s Fiction. Both books were also runners up in the prestigious Australian, R*BY Award run by the Australian RWA.
Julie began writing seriously in 1994, and has been published by ImaJinn Books, Mundania Press, Double Dragon Press, Eternal Press, Noble Romance Publishing LLC, Secret Cravings Publishing and Sweet Cravings Publishing.
Watch for Julie’s Fantasy Romance Series, The Tarlisian Sagas. The Dragon and the Rose, and Elven Magick, and the re-release of The Cross of Tarlis, Part One & Two, and her Award Winning Novel, Time of the Wolf.
Her single titles include: Elanessë, Night’s Eternal Promise, Whisper of Yesterday and Novellas, Face of a Stranger and “A Whisper on the Wind.”
Also her first M/M short story was released this year and has earned her two 5 star reviews. Written under the name J.A. Darcy, “The Siam Encounter”
julie.darcy3@bigpond.comErotic Romance Novella
by JULIE A. D'ARCY
ISBN: 978-1-63105-139-5
Cover Artist: Julie D'Arcy
Word Count: 12,229
Formats: LIT, EPUB, MOBI, HTML, PDF
Published by Secret Cravings Publishing
4 FLAMES
BLURB--“A WHISPER ON THE WIND” is where Urban Fantasy, Steam Punk Erotica, meets, re-incarnation with a twist of magic and those sexy little bits everyone loves.
Can the impossible really become possible? Or is it all just a whisper in the wind?
Sherry's world falls to pieces when the honeymoon she had planned in Rio with her fiancée turns to tragedy with his death in a plane crash. Can a twist of fate, a wrong turn and a touch of magic find the love and passion she thought she had lost in the arms of another? Or will her love once again be torn apart?
Can a wish really turn back time?
Excerpt- From Whisper on the Wind.
She stepped back into the bedchamber allowing the canvas flap to drop into place, and then watched as Chardon removed his cloak, sword, and boots and dropped back spread-eagle onto the bed. “Come, woman,” he said softly, rolling onto his elbow and patting the place beside him.
Sherry remained standing. She allowed her gaze to wander over his wide chest and shoulders, down his flat stomach, to his muscular thighs still encased in brown, leather breeches. He absolutely took her breath away. Never had she seen a man who stirred her blood more. He was her Lachlan, yet not. He was more rugged. Lachlan with the smooth edges removed. A lock of raven hair lay low on his forehead, almost in his eyes—brilliant blue eyes in which she could lose herself and never wish to return. His masculinity was raw, sensual, calling to her. She took a step forward, then another.
“Take my hand,” he whispered, “I would never hurt you. If it was not for your abduction, we would be wed already, and tomorrow we will be. What difference is one night? With what you have been through, I think you need my arms around you.”
One night Sherry thought. Just one night. One night to say goodbye to Lachlan. One night with this warm beautiful man. Then she would start her search for a way home.
Just one night of love.
Another step took her to the edge of the bed, but as she stepped a great weight seemed to drag her down. Her hand went to the pocket of her cloak and closed around the idol she had taken from the High Priest’s throne. She drew the statue out and sat it on a table beside the bed, then unclipped her cloak and dropped it at her feet.
“You may be a great warrior,” she said, with a soft smile. “But no man to my knowledge can make love with his pants on.”
Chardon eyed her solemnly and rolled from the bed, his hands going to his belt. “Anything that makes my lady happy.”
* * * *
Heat coiled in her abdomen and spread lower, creating an ache she'd lived with since losing Lachlan. Chardon’s broad shoulders and narrow hips drew her like a hapless moth to a flame, and yet guilt consumed her. The love of her life had not yet gone cold in his grave, and all she could think about was having sex with this Greek god…or this god from whatever country or planet.
Sherry fought against the surge of lust igniting in her. She wanted this man, whoever he was. She wanted him bad. She felt the heat in her cheeks too, and he had noticed the rosy hue if one went by his smirk.
“Come now, love, it is too late for regrets.”
Now in this confined space with this stranger, a replica of her Lachlan, every cell in her body screamed for release.
She walked toward him unable to help herself, and sat down beside him. He stroked her arm in a calm, steady motion. His callused fingers stoked the flames of her desire until it became a veritable fiery blaze. She ached to be filled by him, she wanted him to drive deep inside her and quench her unrestrained hunger.
Her breasts ached for his touch, and her nipples peaked. What was happening to her? Had she become such a wanton in so little time? ..... to be continued….
You will find Julie A. D’Arcy’s website with excerpts and reviews from all her novels at:
http://www.julieadarcy.com/
I paid good money to get into the after-party with the band. In fact, I spent pretty much my life savings just for the off chance I might get to speak with him. But the second I walked in, I realized my mistake. I didn't belong here among the half-dressed women with their fumbling footsteps and slurred speech.
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