Doing the happy jig! Four Cups from Wateena at Coffee Time Romance for A SONG OF THE SIDHE
available now from Loose Id at
http://www.loose-id.net/detail.aspx?ID=228
Here's a bit of the review:
"Ms. Barrack has spun a wonderful tale with fairies, goddesses, and spells. Taking bits of lore and weaving them with beautiful characters and a twisted plot, it starts taking shape. Then add the spells, betrayals, and erotic romance and the tapestry comes together as a fantastic piece of work. I love these fantasy romances and this one is going on my keeper shelf."
Here's a link to the rest of the review:
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/SongOfTheSidhe.html
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
First Review for A SONG OF THE SIDHE
Four and a half stars from Ecataromance!
I am so thrilled with this review from Ecataromance of "Song". This book sprang from my love of all things Irish and Irish music in particular, so I am so pleased with it.
Here's a snippet from the review.
"In many ways, A Song of the Sidhe is a story not only of love but also a story of looking beyond physical appearances to see the person underneath. Donal was afraid of what Ceoleen would think if she truly saw him while Ceoleen still craved acceptance and could not trust as yet. Another beautiful, emotional story, A Song of the Sidhe, proves once again that Jeanne Barrack is a master story teller." Reviewed by Elise
Here's the rest of the review
http://sensual.ecataromance.com/reviews?type=&id=48
available now from Loose Id at
http://www.loose-id.net/detail.aspx?ID=228
I am so thrilled with this review from Ecataromance of "Song". This book sprang from my love of all things Irish and Irish music in particular, so I am so pleased with it.
Here's a snippet from the review.
"In many ways, A Song of the Sidhe is a story not only of love but also a story of looking beyond physical appearances to see the person underneath. Donal was afraid of what Ceoleen would think if she truly saw him while Ceoleen still craved acceptance and could not trust as yet. Another beautiful, emotional story, A Song of the Sidhe, proves once again that Jeanne Barrack is a master story teller." Reviewed by Elise
Here's the rest of the review
http://sensual.ecataromance.com/reviews?type=&id=48
available now from Loose Id at
http://www.loose-id.net/detail.aspx?ID=228
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Spring Cleaning!
I've updated the website and we have a new contest; two hot, little free stories and links to A Song of the Sidhe which is out now from Loose Id. Check it out and have fun!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Cover for "A Song of the Sidhe"
It's finally here and I love it! The cover art is by Scott Carpenter, one of my favorite cover artists. I especially like the lettering style which hints of the Gaelic fonts.
Can't wait for Tuesday, March 14th when it comes out!
Monday, March 06, 2006
Blurb for A Song of the Sidhe coming very soon!
The place: Ireland, a long, long time ago when the Sidhe walked among mortals.
Donal Bawn was the most handsome man in all of Tipparary with a voice that could lure the birds from the trees. But that all changed when he angered Ogma, High King of the Tipperary Sidhe. Doomed to wander as a hunchback with a voice as thin as a reed, Donal keeps to the forests away from human companionship until one day he hears a melodious female voice singing a fragmented tune over and over.
Ceoleen, a beautiful female of the Galway Sidhe has also been cursed for her vanity and foolhardiness. Blinded and exiled to a fairy ring deep in the woods, she can only repeat a broken phrase of music until that fated day when Donal finishes the song for her.
But their curses are only partially broken. It will take a great deal more than music to decide their fate.Will their love be strong enough to finally free them?
Donal Bawn was the most handsome man in all of Tipparary with a voice that could lure the birds from the trees. But that all changed when he angered Ogma, High King of the Tipperary Sidhe. Doomed to wander as a hunchback with a voice as thin as a reed, Donal keeps to the forests away from human companionship until one day he hears a melodious female voice singing a fragmented tune over and over.
Ceoleen, a beautiful female of the Galway Sidhe has also been cursed for her vanity and foolhardiness. Blinded and exiled to a fairy ring deep in the woods, she can only repeat a broken phrase of music until that fated day when Donal finishes the song for her.
But their curses are only partially broken. It will take a great deal more than music to decide their fate.Will their love be strong enough to finally free them?
Friday, March 03, 2006
Night Whispers Authors Grand Opening Contest
I've joined a great group of authors and I'd like to invite you all to enter the
Night Whispers Authors Grand Opening Contest
How to Enter: Go to the Night Whispers Authors website at http://www.nightwhispersauthors.com/ and check out the Contest page
Find the answers to the questions listed there on our websites.
Email answers to: Contests@nightwhispersauthors.com
Put Night Whispers Contest in the subject line.
Closing Date: 28 March – winner announced at Night Whispers Authors NovelTalk chat on 29 March 2006 9.00 pm EST
Every reader who joins our Night Whispers Author group will receive a second chance in the draw. Mention you are a member when you send in your answers to the scavenger hunt to get that second chance!
Join here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nightwhisperauthors/
Good Luck!
Night Whispers Authors Grand Opening Contest
How to Enter: Go to the Night Whispers Authors website at http://www.nightwhispersauthors.com/ and check out the Contest page
Find the answers to the questions listed there on our websites.
Email answers to: Contests@nightwhispersauthors.com
Put Night Whispers Contest in the subject line.
Closing Date: 28 March – winner announced at Night Whispers Authors NovelTalk chat on 29 March 2006 9.00 pm EST
Every reader who joins our Night Whispers Author group will receive a second chance in the draw. Mention you are a member when you send in your answers to the scavenger hunt to get that second chance!
Join here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nightwhisperauthors/
Good Luck!
We Have the Winners!
We have the winners for my Cover Model Contest featuring the muy caliente cover model, Richard Cerqueira!
The winner of Richard's Bookmark and the set of handmade bookmarks featuring the covers of the Hearthome trilogy is
Barbara H.
The winner of the Cover Art of her choice is
Jodi S.
Congratulations, ladies!
And thanks to everyone who participated.
The winner of Richard's Bookmark and the set of handmade bookmarks featuring the covers of the Hearthome trilogy is
Barbara H.
The winner of the Cover Art of her choice is
Jodi S.
Congratulations, ladies!
And thanks to everyone who participated.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Interview with Richard Cerqueira - Part two
What do you enjoy most about your profession? What do you enjoy the least?
I enjoy the praise and attention. The pay for cover modeling is not very good (even if it’s a national magazine like Esquire) they figure it’s a bit of a privilege to be on the cover and that it’s self- promoting so the pay is very limited. For mainstream modeling however the pay is wonderful as well as the locations you shoot in and the perks you get; from celebrity packed parties at VIP rooms to expensive free designer clothes. Another fun thing is that once in a while someone recognizes you on the street and asks for a picture and/or autograph; sure is flattering. The part I like the least is the irregularity of work, you can go long lengths of time without booking any jobs, the same down sides apply for actors. I also don’t like to always have to watch what I eat and constantly have to maintain my body in such great shape. I love the way being in great shape feels and looks, but believe me I would also like to just take it easy and eat anything and everything I want for a while and just take a along vacation from the gym.
What was your most enjoyable shoot? Your funniest?
I can’t recall any particular shoot that has been the most enjoyable, but I will say this much, when the model you work with is beautiful inside and out, and you and she click, the time just flies by and the pictures look that much better. The funniest shoot, if you can call it that, was for a cover that I was dressed as a Native American Indian and had to wear real Indian clothes. Well, if you know anything about some tribes’ clothes, there isn’t much there, I was nearly naked for the shoot, bare assed with just a minimal piece of suede covering my goods…we all laughed at my getup when I came out of the dressing room. I had to re-adjust the outfit with every pose to keep from having a “wardrobe malfunction”.
How long a day do you generally work?
I no longer model full time, when I did it was like any other job, a full day that sometimes had great rewards and sometimes seemed like an exercise in futility. A book cover shoot takes only about an hour, so you can easily do several in a day if booked. Are there certain times of the year when you’re busier than others? Summertime is the busy time for the modeling industry, but it is really very irregular.
If you had to pick a favorite picture of yourself, what would it be?
A photographer by the name of John Falocco has taken several series of photos of me mainly in black and white. There is one photo of myself, where I am wearing striped, spandex shorts and I am pulling the shorts down to just the point where there is nothing X-rated showing yet sexuality is clearly implied. In this photo I was at probably the most fit I have ever been. It's an old photo, taken basically when I got started in modeling, but it is probably my favorite to this day.
What are your plans for the future?
I plan to put more energy into trying to land an acting job. I have gotten several requests to audition for a few daytime soaps as a leading man, but so far, nothing has panned out. I also have a fledgling Jeep parts business where I sell components that I have actually designed myself, so I have hopes that one day I will be able to generate substantial income from this labor of love. Of course, I’ll continue to model and acting just as long as they keep asking me to regardless of what I do in the future.
I enjoy the praise and attention. The pay for cover modeling is not very good (even if it’s a national magazine like Esquire) they figure it’s a bit of a privilege to be on the cover and that it’s self- promoting so the pay is very limited. For mainstream modeling however the pay is wonderful as well as the locations you shoot in and the perks you get; from celebrity packed parties at VIP rooms to expensive free designer clothes. Another fun thing is that once in a while someone recognizes you on the street and asks for a picture and/or autograph; sure is flattering. The part I like the least is the irregularity of work, you can go long lengths of time without booking any jobs, the same down sides apply for actors. I also don’t like to always have to watch what I eat and constantly have to maintain my body in such great shape. I love the way being in great shape feels and looks, but believe me I would also like to just take it easy and eat anything and everything I want for a while and just take a along vacation from the gym.
What was your most enjoyable shoot? Your funniest?
I can’t recall any particular shoot that has been the most enjoyable, but I will say this much, when the model you work with is beautiful inside and out, and you and she click, the time just flies by and the pictures look that much better. The funniest shoot, if you can call it that, was for a cover that I was dressed as a Native American Indian and had to wear real Indian clothes. Well, if you know anything about some tribes’ clothes, there isn’t much there, I was nearly naked for the shoot, bare assed with just a minimal piece of suede covering my goods…we all laughed at my getup when I came out of the dressing room. I had to re-adjust the outfit with every pose to keep from having a “wardrobe malfunction”.
How long a day do you generally work?
I no longer model full time, when I did it was like any other job, a full day that sometimes had great rewards and sometimes seemed like an exercise in futility. A book cover shoot takes only about an hour, so you can easily do several in a day if booked. Are there certain times of the year when you’re busier than others? Summertime is the busy time for the modeling industry, but it is really very irregular.
If you had to pick a favorite picture of yourself, what would it be?
A photographer by the name of John Falocco has taken several series of photos of me mainly in black and white. There is one photo of myself, where I am wearing striped, spandex shorts and I am pulling the shorts down to just the point where there is nothing X-rated showing yet sexuality is clearly implied. In this photo I was at probably the most fit I have ever been. It's an old photo, taken basically when I got started in modeling, but it is probably my favorite to this day.
What are your plans for the future?
I plan to put more energy into trying to land an acting job. I have gotten several requests to audition for a few daytime soaps as a leading man, but so far, nothing has panned out. I also have a fledgling Jeep parts business where I sell components that I have actually designed myself, so I have hopes that one day I will be able to generate substantial income from this labor of love. Of course, I’ll continue to model and acting just as long as they keep asking me to regardless of what I do in the future.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Interview with Richard Cerqueira, Cover Model
It's February, and with Valentine's Day coming, I thought what better way to mark the day than with an interview with Richard Cerqueira, tall, dark and hot! This is the first part of the interview. Tune in tomorrow for Part Two.
Check my website for a picture and info on a Contest to win an autographed full-colored bookmark with a lucious picture of Richard and a set of homemade bookmarks!
Tell us a little about yourself first. Where you were born, family, hobbies, your education. What’s your sign? (LOL)
I was born in Elmhurst, Queens NY. My father was born in Portugal, and my mother was born in Brazil. I have a brother who is three years my junior and a sister who is only five years old. As far as hobbies, I love to create things; as such, I enjoy occupying my spare time with anything that has to do with designing, and fabricating. I am especially fond of home improvements and automotive customization; my main interest as of late has been Jeeps. I enrolled as a full time student at St. John’s University where I was a pre-med and fine arts student. I graduated with a BS in biology and a minor in fine art… I earned a master’s degree in cellular biology from Adelphi University… I have also completed several acting courses at three different drama schools in NYC. By the way, I am an Aries, born on April 17th.
When did you decide you wanted to become a cover model? Was it tough breaking into the business?
I really didn’t decide I wanted to be one, I was basically invited. At the time of my first cover, I was a fledgling TV actor and a part time mainstream model. I was doing skits on most of the then novelty daytime TV talk shows. Often acting wasn’t even involved; duties varied from dressing like an Egyptian slave carrying Cybil Shepard (Cleopatra) out to Rosie O'Donnell’s stage, to getting in bed with a sexy female model on the Ricki Lake Show while pretending to be a stuck-up lover that had very little to be stuck up about. On one of the shows that I worked on a nearly daily basis, The Richard Bey Show, Mr. Curvin Krout, a former Ford Models talent scout got in touch with the show’s producers and informed them that he was interested in working with me. In no time, he had me meet with a Media Photo Group studio rep, and about a week later, I did my first cover with Pino himself (the artist responsible for Fabio’s fame). After that, one cover just led to another.
How do you maintain that great body? Did you always have such a terrific physique? It’s the same for me as with anyone else, I eat healthy, either by watching my caloric intake or with a no-carbohydrate diet, and I go to the gym. I was never very athletic, but I always loved to bike and I love to ski. I would say my body has always been pretty good since I have always controlled the amount I consumed even before I really realized that this was the key to staying fit. Eating just the right amount seemed to come naturally; perhaps it was due to my rather attractive and vain parents’ upbringing or just my ability to recognize my body’s needs and not to over saturate it with that which it did not. My arms have always been muscular, so with heavy training they just responded that much better than most.
Tell us about your first big break. When was it? Did you feel nervous? And, inquiring minds want to know, was it with or without a shirt? It was a few years ago now. I think it’s been almost 10 years since my first cover…jeez time flies. I was very nervous, I didn’t know what to do. I also wanted to look as pumped up and lean as possible, so holding my muscles at maximum tension was on my mind the whole time we were shooting. It was quite awkward (but in a good way) to be in these very romantic embraces with a girl that I had only met for the first time a few minutes prior. I needed a lot of direction that first time, and I was eager to impress, the photographer, artist and female model. I think I succeeded, the cover came out very good… one of my nicer book covers I think. Of course the photographer, artist and other model also played a large role in that cover’s success. I was shirtless and was quite muscular and lean at the time since I was also a full time fitness and fashion model in addition to working on the TV shows, which we shot 99% of the time with no shirt on and wearing only skimpy hot shorts and construction boots.
Check my website for a picture and info on a Contest to win an autographed full-colored bookmark with a lucious picture of Richard and a set of homemade bookmarks!
Tell us a little about yourself first. Where you were born, family, hobbies, your education. What’s your sign? (LOL)
I was born in Elmhurst, Queens NY. My father was born in Portugal, and my mother was born in Brazil. I have a brother who is three years my junior and a sister who is only five years old. As far as hobbies, I love to create things; as such, I enjoy occupying my spare time with anything that has to do with designing, and fabricating. I am especially fond of home improvements and automotive customization; my main interest as of late has been Jeeps. I enrolled as a full time student at St. John’s University where I was a pre-med and fine arts student. I graduated with a BS in biology and a minor in fine art… I earned a master’s degree in cellular biology from Adelphi University… I have also completed several acting courses at three different drama schools in NYC. By the way, I am an Aries, born on April 17th.
When did you decide you wanted to become a cover model? Was it tough breaking into the business?
I really didn’t decide I wanted to be one, I was basically invited. At the time of my first cover, I was a fledgling TV actor and a part time mainstream model. I was doing skits on most of the then novelty daytime TV talk shows. Often acting wasn’t even involved; duties varied from dressing like an Egyptian slave carrying Cybil Shepard (Cleopatra) out to Rosie O'Donnell’s stage, to getting in bed with a sexy female model on the Ricki Lake Show while pretending to be a stuck-up lover that had very little to be stuck up about. On one of the shows that I worked on a nearly daily basis, The Richard Bey Show, Mr. Curvin Krout, a former Ford Models talent scout got in touch with the show’s producers and informed them that he was interested in working with me. In no time, he had me meet with a Media Photo Group studio rep, and about a week later, I did my first cover with Pino himself (the artist responsible for Fabio’s fame). After that, one cover just led to another.
How do you maintain that great body? Did you always have such a terrific physique? It’s the same for me as with anyone else, I eat healthy, either by watching my caloric intake or with a no-carbohydrate diet, and I go to the gym. I was never very athletic, but I always loved to bike and I love to ski. I would say my body has always been pretty good since I have always controlled the amount I consumed even before I really realized that this was the key to staying fit. Eating just the right amount seemed to come naturally; perhaps it was due to my rather attractive and vain parents’ upbringing or just my ability to recognize my body’s needs and not to over saturate it with that which it did not. My arms have always been muscular, so with heavy training they just responded that much better than most.
Tell us about your first big break. When was it? Did you feel nervous? And, inquiring minds want to know, was it with or without a shirt? It was a few years ago now. I think it’s been almost 10 years since my first cover…jeez time flies. I was very nervous, I didn’t know what to do. I also wanted to look as pumped up and lean as possible, so holding my muscles at maximum tension was on my mind the whole time we were shooting. It was quite awkward (but in a good way) to be in these very romantic embraces with a girl that I had only met for the first time a few minutes prior. I needed a lot of direction that first time, and I was eager to impress, the photographer, artist and female model. I think I succeeded, the cover came out very good… one of my nicer book covers I think. Of course the photographer, artist and other model also played a large role in that cover’s success. I was shirtless and was quite muscular and lean at the time since I was also a full time fitness and fashion model in addition to working on the TV shows, which we shot 99% of the time with no shirt on and wearing only skimpy hot shorts and construction boots.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Keep those words a-rolling! LOL. Finally, on a roll. The story is moving and I am soooo relieved! Got to step up the action a bit, but it's good to feel like I'm in groove.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Thoughts on Promotion
After spending an entire week focused on promotional chats, I've decided that they're fun, but, boy, they take a lot of work! I'm not just talking about the time over the course of 24 hours when you're out there chatting. Getting excerpts and fun stuff ready to add some spice can take a sizeable amount of time. But the benefit you get out of touching base with readers and other writers makes up for it. Just wish I had more time to make up the time I lost with my writing that I spent communicating.
Jeanne
Jeanne
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Four Unicorn Review for "Silver Fire" from Enchanted in Romance
From Rachelle at "Enchanted in Romance" reviews
The two lovers in this story both had beautiful personalities. Both dedicated to each other and loving to a fault. They are talented musicians with Mirelle playing an instrument similar to the human harp and Jareth being blessed with a voice of an angel... Overall the fates knew what they were doing when the destined these two for each other.
Silver Fire is a whimsical tale that will draw readers who believe in fairytales, the battle between good and evil, and the ultimate happy ending. Full of suspense, the beautiful fantasy world created by this author is delightful and intriguing. Fantasy fans will unquestionably want to add this to their collection and find pleasure in the time it take to submerge themselves in the story.
The two lovers in this story both had beautiful personalities. Both dedicated to each other and loving to a fault. They are talented musicians with Mirelle playing an instrument similar to the human harp and Jareth being blessed with a voice of an angel... Overall the fates knew what they were doing when the destined these two for each other.
Silver Fire is a whimsical tale that will draw readers who believe in fairytales, the battle between good and evil, and the ultimate happy ending. Full of suspense, the beautiful fantasy world created by this author is delightful and intriguing. Fantasy fans will unquestionably want to add this to their collection and find pleasure in the time it take to submerge themselves in the story.
How do You Like Me Now?
Well, you probably figured out I didn't do the facelift. A wonderful web designer did!
Her name is Frauke and she is a wizard!
Visit my home page at www.jeannebarrack.com to see more of her work!
Thanks,Frauke!!!!
Jeanne
Her name is Frauke and she is a wizard!
Visit my home page at www.jeannebarrack.com to see more of her work!
Thanks,Frauke!!!!
Jeanne
We're getting a facelift!
At least I hope so.
The totally incompetent PC dumb-sumb is going to try and change the look of the Blog
Wish me luck!
The totally incompetent PC dumb-sumb is going to try and change the look of the Blog
Wish me luck!
Saturday, January 07, 2006
A Song for the Sidhe
This is just a test to see if I can post the link to the song that inspired my St. Patrick's Day story for Loose Id. The song is sung by Mary O'Hara, a wonderful performer who plays the Irish Harp.
http://rhaplinks.listen.com/rhaplink?playlist=&cobrand=40134&tracks=6171482
http://rhaplinks.listen.com/rhaplink?playlist=&cobrand=40134&tracks=6171482
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Lady Luck - R rated
Here's a story I wrote awhile back. Enjoy!
Lady Luck
He couldn’t figure it out.
He had been watching her for more than two nights now and still couldn’t figure out how she was doing it, how she was winning. She flitted from game to game, trying them all -- roulette, blackjack, poker, dice. You name it and she had tried it. And won. Every time.
And walked away from each game each night after winning a sizeable amount of money.
The only way he could figure it out was by getting close to her. Very close.
And tonight was the night.
Tony Banners, dressed to the nines in a rented tuxedo that somehow on him looked tailor-made, drew near the beautiful blonde with the calm demeanor and the mesmerizing green eyes. She stood alone at the roulette table, an island of serenity amid the noise and frazzled nerves of the crowd. She wore a simple black sheath with spaghetti straps. Cut straight across the chest, it only hinted at the beautiful breasts hidden beneath the velvet. A filmy, silver shawl had slipped from her shoulders and was held captive by her slim, curved arms. When she twisted around to accept a bubbling glass of champagne from a waiter, he saw that the dress plunged to the dimples in her lush buttocks. She turned back to the roulette wheel and placed her bet.
“Number 13, black.”
Tony did the same. By copying her bets he had acquired a sizable amount of cash in the hotel safe.
But it was not enough.
Now he wanted more than just the money. He wanted her. It would, as they say, kill two birds with one stone. Once she was his, her uncanny luck would also be his.
It was time.
The wheel spun, blurring the numbers and colors until finally it slowed down. All eyes watched as the small metal ball skipped and jumped around and around. At last, it rested. On number 13, black. Tony had had no doubt that it would. Now to make his move.
“You’re Lady Luck, right?” He asked in a voice that had charmed both women and men to do whatever he requested.
Startled, the elegant fair-haired female gazed at him. “Lady Luck? Were you speaking to me?”
Her voice was whiskey soft with an accent he couldn’t quite place.
He nodded. “Yes, yes I was. It’s obvious that you’re Lady Luck. You win all the time.”
Gay, unaffected laughter bubbled from her mouth. Her hand briefly rested on his arm as she giggled like a schoolgirl. Stifling the last of her mirth, she responded to his non-too-subtle overture. “I don’t win all the time, Mr.?”
“Banners. Anthony Banners. Please call me Tony.” He shook his head. “You’re wrong. I couldn’t help but notice that you never lose. Every game you played, you won.”
“You’ve been watching me?” Her perfectly plucked brows arched up in astonishment.
“Yes. And I’ve been unable to tell if you’re cheating. Besides, you have much too honest a face. So...Lady Luck.”
He took her slim hand and bowed over it gracefully, bringing it to his lips and kissing it, his mouth lingering, his tongue impudently darting out to lick her pearly-white skin. He could feel her tremble as he held her fingers longer than appropriate. He straightened up, but retained her slim fingers in his hand.
“There are some things that I don’t win, Mr. Banners.” With a shy show of reluctance, she withdrew her hand and tucked it behind her back.
He cocked his head. “Tony, please. And what have you lost?”
“My heart. Over and over again. And still I continue to play for the highest stakes.” Her voice was almost inaudible in the noisy Las Vegas casino.
“Perhaps you haven’t been playing with the correct partner. Perhaps you just need to try your luck with someone new.”
Once more he took her hand, but this time he gently sucked each finger. His eyes caught hers as he brought her palm to his mouth and licked her lifeline like a playful kitten laps the sweetest cream. She shuddered once more.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come play with me.”
Without a word, she gathered up her winnings, shoving them into her black clutch purse. With the ease of long experience, he took in the fact that the purse was filled with chips. He plucked up her shawl that had slipped to the floor and draped it over her shoulders. With great care, he caressed the smooth skin. Still silent, he followed her out of the casino and into the elevator to the hotel’s rooms.
As soon as the door closed, leaving them alone in the lift, he spun her around, knelt behind her and kissed the sweet flesh at the base of her spine. Inch by inch, he licked his way up her back, ending at her vulnerable nape. Her sharp intake of breath revealed his effect on her.
“Your name, darling. What’s your name?” He whispered his question in her ear, nipped at her ear lobe and kissed the jointure of her neck and shoulder.
“Bonnie. Bonnie Chance”
“A beautiful name. A perfect name”
The keycard smoothly opened the door to the penthouse suite where she was staying. He cast a casual look at the expensive clothes that lay strewn on the chaise lounge. A full bar covered one mirrored wall with bottles of the finest liquors and wine lined up on top of it. A large basket of fruit sat on the round table near the entryway of the room. Scooping up an apple, he bit into the firm juicy flesh. Already he could picture biting into her sweet flesh. He watched her unclasp her earrings.
“Where are you from, honey?”
“Oh, here and there. And you?” Laughter lit up her eyes and spilled over.
“There and here.” He laughed back.
“I’m surprised I haven’t run into you before this.”
“Bad luck.” He smiled. “And my luck is obviously turning.”
She kicked off her shoes and glided closer to him. In her stocking feet she barely reached his shoulder. She was small but perfectly formed. His hands itched to undress her and feel her hot silky skin next to his.
“Are you comfortable, Tony? You look a bit hot in that jacket.”
He nodded and shrugged out of his coat, letting it drop on the floor. He loosened his tie and slipped it off; it tumbled on top of the jacket. “You’re right. It is hot. And babe, I am hot, hot for you." He moved in front of her, his hands hovering near her smooth, white shoulders. "Tell me, are you hot, too?"
She looked up at him, her gaze locking with his. “I think so. I think it is all together too hot in this room. How can we take care of this situation?” She stepped even closer to him and fingered his crisp linen shirt. “Shall we turn up the air-conditioner?”
“I know a better way to get comfortable.” He reached around her and slid down the zipper of her dress. Pushing the straps off her shoulders, he revealed the lush breasts hidden by the velvet material. Her nipples puckered up, offering themselves to his mouth. Bending down, he took one cherry ripe nub between his lips and suckled greedily. She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders to keep from falling.
“Sweet. So sweet.”
“Wait,” she ordered. “Your shirt. Take it off.”
In his haste to comply, he almost tore off the buttons. The need to feel her skin next to his intensified and soon he had stripped off his pants and briefs. His erection was enormous.
With a supple movement of her hips, her dress fell to the floor. She wore only a black garter belt and thigh-high black stockings. She bent over as if about to remove the garter.
“Stop. Sit down on the bed. Let me do it.” His strident tones revealed a tension he could hardly restrain.
She sat at the edge of the bed and Tony knelt between her shapely legs. Her thatch was as golden as the hair on her head. He pressed his face between her thighs and inhaled her arousal. He unhooked her stockings, one by one. With a seductive slowness, he rolled them down her legs. His lips and tongue followed the erotic path. As each stocking fell to the floor, he drew her foot into his mouth and lapped at her polished toes. Soon she was naked, her legs spread wide enough for him to fondle her. She was wet and hot for him. He grinned; she was so very hot for him.
With a slight push, she fell back onto the mattress. He straddled her, his rod nudging the entrance to her woman’s core.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart and look at me. I feel lucky.” He smiled down at her. “I feel you.”
“And am I your lucky piece?” She reached up to caress his lean cheek.
“Absolutely. You most certainly are...my piece, my lucky piece. Now, no more talking. Look at me, babe, come with me.”
With that, he plunged into her hot, slick sheath. Over and over he thrust into her, now fast, now slow. Again and again, he brought them close to ecstasy, until she was begging for release.
She gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. “Ah, Tony, love me. Love me now!”
One more surge brought them to the heights. Tony let out a triumphant shout as he felt Bonnie lose control.
She was his now.
Gathering her limp body in his embrace, he kissed her bruised lips and urged her to sleep.
Tomorrow they would go to work.
* * * * *
“Beautiful, Bonnie. You look like a queen in that dress.”
She spun around from her reflection in the mirror. The gold satin gown clung lovingly to every inch. The neckline was high with a standing collar. Golden gloves covered her slim arms from wrist to above the elbow. When she turned around, however, that enticing back was revealed. It made his blood leap when he looked at the sweet line of her spine.
To think, this creature was his, Tony exulted. Smiling, he remembered how he had woken up that morning. Bonnie held his sleeping cock in her mouth, her hands caressing his balls. Soon his entire body came awake. She sat astride him and rode him until he bucked like an untried stallion. The morning ended in the shower. As the water cascaded over them, Tony once more brought them pleasure.
“Do you love me, Tony?” Her abrupt question broke his reverie.
“Of course, babe. Who couldn’t love you?”
For a moment, a shadow passed over her face. “Many men.”
“Then they were fools. Tony Banners is no fool. Come on, let’s play.”
She stood in silence as the elevator brought them to the casino floor.
“What shall we play, darling?” He gazed around the smoke filled room. His eyes darted here and there, examining the different playing fields.
She shrugged with indifference. “You choose, Tony.”
“Blackjack.”
The dealer laid the cards in front of him. A ten and a three. Thirteen. Tony turned to Bonnie. “Should I stand pat or try for another card, babe?”
She nodded.
He nodded at the dealer. “Hit me.”
The dealer peeled off another card. “Another card for the lucky man.”
A Queen of hearts. Tony stared riveted to the betraying bitch.
“Twenty three. House wins with nineteen. Place your bets.”
Tony watched with disbelief as the chips were scooped away.
He had lost.
She had lost. Perhaps she was ill.
“Bonnie, are you feeling well?”
“I feel fine, Tony.” But her eyes were sad.
“Come. Let’s try the roulette wheel.”
“Fourteen red.” The croupier gathered up the stack of chips Tony had placed on thirteen black.
Tony shook his head and ran shaky fingers through his curly black hair. “Bonnie?”
At this point in time, he felt hurt more than anything.
“I thought it would win.” She shrugged.
The sweat of desperation trickled down his brow. One more game. They would try one more game. The craps table offered him one last chance.
“Snake eyes.”
They left the casino. In silence, they rode up in the elevator. In silence, he opened the hotel room door.
He had no money left. He had brought only his own cash to the casino tonight, figuring that it would be more than enough to play with. Now he had nothing. Zilch. He turned, his eyes accusing her.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Do you love me, Tony? If I had no money and could not win any more money, would you love me, Tony?” Her voice cracked in the quietude of the room.
“What are you saying? You win. You always win. Except tonight. Why?” He gripped her arms so tightly he knew there would be marks. Gaining control, he released her. “What happened in the casino?”
She moved over to the window and rubbed her arms. She stared unseeing through the tinted glass. “Have you heard the expression ‘lucky in cards, unlucky in love’?”
“No.”
She turned back to him. “Perhaps if you had, you would have been better prepared. If you want me, if you love me, you can have me. But you can’t have luck. It’s one or the other. Choose.” Her voice had gained the strength of steel.
Tony stood unmoving. He looked at the beautiful vision before him. “You. I choose you.”
She smiled with delight. “Ah, Tony!”
* * * * *
The room was dark. Quietly, so as not to wake her, Tony slipped from the queen-sized bed. Bonnie’s face was turned away from him. He had given her the best fucking of his life. He felt he owed her at least that. Holding his shoes in his hands, he tiptoed over to where her purse lay on the bureau. The chips she had won from the night before were still there. With a regretful shrug, he emptied them into his shaving kit. He took them all. Once he left, her luck would surely return. She would regain her money. He sighed with regret. The life he had chosen to live held no room for love, he knew that now. But at least he could give her back her luck. Perhaps one day she would find someone who had no need of money. Someone who could love her for herself. He couldn’t afford to do so. He opened the door to the hall.
“So long, Lady Luck.”
The door swung closed behind him.
Bonnie’s eyes opened wide. He had left. She had hoped he would stay. If only he had, she mourned, he would have found out that the choice was just a test. He could have had it all. He could have had luck. He could have had “Bonne Chance”.
And he could have had love.
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Lady Luck
He couldn’t figure it out.
He had been watching her for more than two nights now and still couldn’t figure out how she was doing it, how she was winning. She flitted from game to game, trying them all -- roulette, blackjack, poker, dice. You name it and she had tried it. And won. Every time.
And walked away from each game each night after winning a sizeable amount of money.
The only way he could figure it out was by getting close to her. Very close.
And tonight was the night.
Tony Banners, dressed to the nines in a rented tuxedo that somehow on him looked tailor-made, drew near the beautiful blonde with the calm demeanor and the mesmerizing green eyes. She stood alone at the roulette table, an island of serenity amid the noise and frazzled nerves of the crowd. She wore a simple black sheath with spaghetti straps. Cut straight across the chest, it only hinted at the beautiful breasts hidden beneath the velvet. A filmy, silver shawl had slipped from her shoulders and was held captive by her slim, curved arms. When she twisted around to accept a bubbling glass of champagne from a waiter, he saw that the dress plunged to the dimples in her lush buttocks. She turned back to the roulette wheel and placed her bet.
“Number 13, black.”
Tony did the same. By copying her bets he had acquired a sizable amount of cash in the hotel safe.
But it was not enough.
Now he wanted more than just the money. He wanted her. It would, as they say, kill two birds with one stone. Once she was his, her uncanny luck would also be his.
It was time.
The wheel spun, blurring the numbers and colors until finally it slowed down. All eyes watched as the small metal ball skipped and jumped around and around. At last, it rested. On number 13, black. Tony had had no doubt that it would. Now to make his move.
“You’re Lady Luck, right?” He asked in a voice that had charmed both women and men to do whatever he requested.
Startled, the elegant fair-haired female gazed at him. “Lady Luck? Were you speaking to me?”
Her voice was whiskey soft with an accent he couldn’t quite place.
He nodded. “Yes, yes I was. It’s obvious that you’re Lady Luck. You win all the time.”
Gay, unaffected laughter bubbled from her mouth. Her hand briefly rested on his arm as she giggled like a schoolgirl. Stifling the last of her mirth, she responded to his non-too-subtle overture. “I don’t win all the time, Mr.?”
“Banners. Anthony Banners. Please call me Tony.” He shook his head. “You’re wrong. I couldn’t help but notice that you never lose. Every game you played, you won.”
“You’ve been watching me?” Her perfectly plucked brows arched up in astonishment.
“Yes. And I’ve been unable to tell if you’re cheating. Besides, you have much too honest a face. So...Lady Luck.”
He took her slim hand and bowed over it gracefully, bringing it to his lips and kissing it, his mouth lingering, his tongue impudently darting out to lick her pearly-white skin. He could feel her tremble as he held her fingers longer than appropriate. He straightened up, but retained her slim fingers in his hand.
“There are some things that I don’t win, Mr. Banners.” With a shy show of reluctance, she withdrew her hand and tucked it behind her back.
He cocked his head. “Tony, please. And what have you lost?”
“My heart. Over and over again. And still I continue to play for the highest stakes.” Her voice was almost inaudible in the noisy Las Vegas casino.
“Perhaps you haven’t been playing with the correct partner. Perhaps you just need to try your luck with someone new.”
Once more he took her hand, but this time he gently sucked each finger. His eyes caught hers as he brought her palm to his mouth and licked her lifeline like a playful kitten laps the sweetest cream. She shuddered once more.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come play with me.”
Without a word, she gathered up her winnings, shoving them into her black clutch purse. With the ease of long experience, he took in the fact that the purse was filled with chips. He plucked up her shawl that had slipped to the floor and draped it over her shoulders. With great care, he caressed the smooth skin. Still silent, he followed her out of the casino and into the elevator to the hotel’s rooms.
As soon as the door closed, leaving them alone in the lift, he spun her around, knelt behind her and kissed the sweet flesh at the base of her spine. Inch by inch, he licked his way up her back, ending at her vulnerable nape. Her sharp intake of breath revealed his effect on her.
“Your name, darling. What’s your name?” He whispered his question in her ear, nipped at her ear lobe and kissed the jointure of her neck and shoulder.
“Bonnie. Bonnie Chance”
“A beautiful name. A perfect name”
The keycard smoothly opened the door to the penthouse suite where she was staying. He cast a casual look at the expensive clothes that lay strewn on the chaise lounge. A full bar covered one mirrored wall with bottles of the finest liquors and wine lined up on top of it. A large basket of fruit sat on the round table near the entryway of the room. Scooping up an apple, he bit into the firm juicy flesh. Already he could picture biting into her sweet flesh. He watched her unclasp her earrings.
“Where are you from, honey?”
“Oh, here and there. And you?” Laughter lit up her eyes and spilled over.
“There and here.” He laughed back.
“I’m surprised I haven’t run into you before this.”
“Bad luck.” He smiled. “And my luck is obviously turning.”
She kicked off her shoes and glided closer to him. In her stocking feet she barely reached his shoulder. She was small but perfectly formed. His hands itched to undress her and feel her hot silky skin next to his.
“Are you comfortable, Tony? You look a bit hot in that jacket.”
He nodded and shrugged out of his coat, letting it drop on the floor. He loosened his tie and slipped it off; it tumbled on top of the jacket. “You’re right. It is hot. And babe, I am hot, hot for you." He moved in front of her, his hands hovering near her smooth, white shoulders. "Tell me, are you hot, too?"
She looked up at him, her gaze locking with his. “I think so. I think it is all together too hot in this room. How can we take care of this situation?” She stepped even closer to him and fingered his crisp linen shirt. “Shall we turn up the air-conditioner?”
“I know a better way to get comfortable.” He reached around her and slid down the zipper of her dress. Pushing the straps off her shoulders, he revealed the lush breasts hidden by the velvet material. Her nipples puckered up, offering themselves to his mouth. Bending down, he took one cherry ripe nub between his lips and suckled greedily. She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders to keep from falling.
“Sweet. So sweet.”
“Wait,” she ordered. “Your shirt. Take it off.”
In his haste to comply, he almost tore off the buttons. The need to feel her skin next to his intensified and soon he had stripped off his pants and briefs. His erection was enormous.
With a supple movement of her hips, her dress fell to the floor. She wore only a black garter belt and thigh-high black stockings. She bent over as if about to remove the garter.
“Stop. Sit down on the bed. Let me do it.” His strident tones revealed a tension he could hardly restrain.
She sat at the edge of the bed and Tony knelt between her shapely legs. Her thatch was as golden as the hair on her head. He pressed his face between her thighs and inhaled her arousal. He unhooked her stockings, one by one. With a seductive slowness, he rolled them down her legs. His lips and tongue followed the erotic path. As each stocking fell to the floor, he drew her foot into his mouth and lapped at her polished toes. Soon she was naked, her legs spread wide enough for him to fondle her. She was wet and hot for him. He grinned; she was so very hot for him.
With a slight push, she fell back onto the mattress. He straddled her, his rod nudging the entrance to her woman’s core.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart and look at me. I feel lucky.” He smiled down at her. “I feel you.”
“And am I your lucky piece?” She reached up to caress his lean cheek.
“Absolutely. You most certainly are...my piece, my lucky piece. Now, no more talking. Look at me, babe, come with me.”
With that, he plunged into her hot, slick sheath. Over and over he thrust into her, now fast, now slow. Again and again, he brought them close to ecstasy, until she was begging for release.
She gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. “Ah, Tony, love me. Love me now!”
One more surge brought them to the heights. Tony let out a triumphant shout as he felt Bonnie lose control.
She was his now.
Gathering her limp body in his embrace, he kissed her bruised lips and urged her to sleep.
Tomorrow they would go to work.
* * * * *
“Beautiful, Bonnie. You look like a queen in that dress.”
She spun around from her reflection in the mirror. The gold satin gown clung lovingly to every inch. The neckline was high with a standing collar. Golden gloves covered her slim arms from wrist to above the elbow. When she turned around, however, that enticing back was revealed. It made his blood leap when he looked at the sweet line of her spine.
To think, this creature was his, Tony exulted. Smiling, he remembered how he had woken up that morning. Bonnie held his sleeping cock in her mouth, her hands caressing his balls. Soon his entire body came awake. She sat astride him and rode him until he bucked like an untried stallion. The morning ended in the shower. As the water cascaded over them, Tony once more brought them pleasure.
“Do you love me, Tony?” Her abrupt question broke his reverie.
“Of course, babe. Who couldn’t love you?”
For a moment, a shadow passed over her face. “Many men.”
“Then they were fools. Tony Banners is no fool. Come on, let’s play.”
She stood in silence as the elevator brought them to the casino floor.
“What shall we play, darling?” He gazed around the smoke filled room. His eyes darted here and there, examining the different playing fields.
She shrugged with indifference. “You choose, Tony.”
“Blackjack.”
The dealer laid the cards in front of him. A ten and a three. Thirteen. Tony turned to Bonnie. “Should I stand pat or try for another card, babe?”
She nodded.
He nodded at the dealer. “Hit me.”
The dealer peeled off another card. “Another card for the lucky man.”
A Queen of hearts. Tony stared riveted to the betraying bitch.
“Twenty three. House wins with nineteen. Place your bets.”
Tony watched with disbelief as the chips were scooped away.
He had lost.
She had lost. Perhaps she was ill.
“Bonnie, are you feeling well?”
“I feel fine, Tony.” But her eyes were sad.
“Come. Let’s try the roulette wheel.”
“Fourteen red.” The croupier gathered up the stack of chips Tony had placed on thirteen black.
Tony shook his head and ran shaky fingers through his curly black hair. “Bonnie?”
At this point in time, he felt hurt more than anything.
“I thought it would win.” She shrugged.
The sweat of desperation trickled down his brow. One more game. They would try one more game. The craps table offered him one last chance.
“Snake eyes.”
They left the casino. In silence, they rode up in the elevator. In silence, he opened the hotel room door.
He had no money left. He had brought only his own cash to the casino tonight, figuring that it would be more than enough to play with. Now he had nothing. Zilch. He turned, his eyes accusing her.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Do you love me, Tony? If I had no money and could not win any more money, would you love me, Tony?” Her voice cracked in the quietude of the room.
“What are you saying? You win. You always win. Except tonight. Why?” He gripped her arms so tightly he knew there would be marks. Gaining control, he released her. “What happened in the casino?”
She moved over to the window and rubbed her arms. She stared unseeing through the tinted glass. “Have you heard the expression ‘lucky in cards, unlucky in love’?”
“No.”
She turned back to him. “Perhaps if you had, you would have been better prepared. If you want me, if you love me, you can have me. But you can’t have luck. It’s one or the other. Choose.” Her voice had gained the strength of steel.
Tony stood unmoving. He looked at the beautiful vision before him. “You. I choose you.”
She smiled with delight. “Ah, Tony!”
* * * * *
The room was dark. Quietly, so as not to wake her, Tony slipped from the queen-sized bed. Bonnie’s face was turned away from him. He had given her the best fucking of his life. He felt he owed her at least that. Holding his shoes in his hands, he tiptoed over to where her purse lay on the bureau. The chips she had won from the night before were still there. With a regretful shrug, he emptied them into his shaving kit. He took them all. Once he left, her luck would surely return. She would regain her money. He sighed with regret. The life he had chosen to live held no room for love, he knew that now. But at least he could give her back her luck. Perhaps one day she would find someone who had no need of money. Someone who could love her for herself. He couldn’t afford to do so. He opened the door to the hall.
“So long, Lady Luck.”
The door swung closed behind him.
Bonnie’s eyes opened wide. He had left. She had hoped he would stay. If only he had, she mourned, he would have found out that the choice was just a test. He could have had it all. He could have had luck. He could have had “Bonne Chance”.
And he could have had love.
Come visit at: http://www.jeannebarrack.com/ - Read "Silver Fire", "Amber Inferno" and "Sapphire Flames", an erotic fantasy trilogy. Available now from Loose Id Publications at http://www.loose-id.com/searchresult.aspx?CategoryID=80
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Four Star Review for "Sapphire Flames"!
Four Star Review for Sapphire Flames from JERR
Title: Sapphire Flames
Author: Jeanne Barrack
Publisher: Loose Id
Publisher URL: www.loose-id.com
ISBN: 1-59632-179-2
Reviewer: Joy Harrington
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: O
When Prince Loran comes to Mariess to search for the last part of the Book of Tocson, he discovers Princess Talea’s dire secret and growing feelings for her. He has no mage powers and, as a youngest son, no kingdom to offer her. Still he vows to keep her safe from the evil mage and those that would harm her for her secret. When Talea accidentally exposes her secret to the wrong people, Loran’s brothers and their new soul mates are called in to help.
This story is a very complex and ambitious one. It has many of the elements in sci-fi/fantasy epics—hidden abilities, a quest for sacred objects, multiple story arcs happening simultaneously and truly evil villains. At well over 200 pages, this third installment in the Hearthome series brings the previous heroes and heroines from the first two books back for encore performances. The interaction and dialogue between all the couples was great. ... If you like lots of hot sex scenes, this is the right book for you. Just about everyone hops into bed at one point or another, even the villains. ... In the end, there were still a couple of loose strings in this romantic epic, including Talea’s big secret. I can’t help but wonder if there might not be a fourth installment. If so, count me in!
Title: Sapphire Flames
Author: Jeanne Barrack
Publisher: Loose Id
Publisher URL: www.loose-id.com
ISBN: 1-59632-179-2
Reviewer: Joy Harrington
Rating: 4 Stars
Heat level: O
When Prince Loran comes to Mariess to search for the last part of the Book of Tocson, he discovers Princess Talea’s dire secret and growing feelings for her. He has no mage powers and, as a youngest son, no kingdom to offer her. Still he vows to keep her safe from the evil mage and those that would harm her for her secret. When Talea accidentally exposes her secret to the wrong people, Loran’s brothers and their new soul mates are called in to help.
This story is a very complex and ambitious one. It has many of the elements in sci-fi/fantasy epics—hidden abilities, a quest for sacred objects, multiple story arcs happening simultaneously and truly evil villains. At well over 200 pages, this third installment in the Hearthome series brings the previous heroes and heroines from the first two books back for encore performances. The interaction and dialogue between all the couples was great. ... If you like lots of hot sex scenes, this is the right book for you. Just about everyone hops into bed at one point or another, even the villains. ... In the end, there were still a couple of loose strings in this romantic epic, including Talea’s big secret. I can’t help but wonder if there might not be a fourth installment. If so, count me in!
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Something to make me feel better
Here's a pic of my favorite actor. A sweetie and so hot!!
This is the pic that inspired the hero in my Regency vampire story.
Jeanne
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Neighbors
Well, I spent a total of 2 and one half hours cleaning my steep, six-car length driveway of ice yesterday and today. My dh is disabled and so I'm the one who must do things like this. We live on a cul de sac type of street. Not a development, just about five houses in sight of each other. There I am, an overweight over 50 lady chopping, shoveling, panting and puffing and not one person said, "Do you need help?" Not even a "Hey, lady, pretty impressive."
Now I know why Good Samaritan stories get so much attention!
Jeanne
Now I know why Good Samaritan stories get so much attention!
Jeanne
Saturday, December 17, 2005
STRESS!
I've found out something - when I'm stressed out I can not write!
I tried and it's not writer's block. I have the scenes in my head, dialogue, the whole enchilada, but I find myself falling asleep or just staring into space.
We were iced in the last few days. We have this steep drive and it was totally encased in ice. I was ticked. Felt like a prisoner.
Thanks be, I was able to get the drive cleared so we can get out. But instead of taking advantage of this enforced confinement I did other stuff. Important to my career path and my music consulting, but still not writing. Got a deadline. No more dorking around.
I tried and it's not writer's block. I have the scenes in my head, dialogue, the whole enchilada, but I find myself falling asleep or just staring into space.
We were iced in the last few days. We have this steep drive and it was totally encased in ice. I was ticked. Felt like a prisoner.
Thanks be, I was able to get the drive cleared so we can get out. But instead of taking advantage of this enforced confinement I did other stuff. Important to my career path and my music consulting, but still not writing. Got a deadline. No more dorking around.
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