January 26, 2010

Guest Post by Tina Donahue and a Giveaway!!!

Please welcome again the wonderful Tina Donahue. Her new book "Deep, Dark, Delicious" (my review can be found here) was released this month and she is her to celebrate this event with us. She got a great giveaway in her bag and great post to tease you a bit.

So girls, please welcome Tina and show her a bit of love!

Romance’s tender, quiet moments. . .

Although it’s always fun to write between-the-sheets encounters in a romance, some of my favorite scenes are those in which the hero and heroine are first discovering each other, learning about each other’s pasts.

These can be powerful moments in a romance, whether it’s a graphically erotic tale or not, which adds depth to the inevitable sex scenes.

In the following excerpt from Deep, Dark, Delicious, Rafe has just arrived at Eden’s home to being his 30 day stay as her guest. She needs his fee to save her house from foreclosure. He simply needs to be close to her, having already lost his heart. However, he must woo her, as she’s been hurt badly in the past. Their romance at this point is tender and quiet, laying the groundwork for the intense passion that comes later. Read on:
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She led him past the curved doorway into the formal dining room, equally attractive with numerous windows, plants and a sunroom just beyond the finely crafted table and chairs. There, he stopped once more, touching the edge of the chandelier hanging above the furnishings. Its countless crystals created a waterfall of light on the table, floor and walls. The small pieces of glass jingled beneath the air-conditioning’s rush of air, sounding like wind chimes. “This is amazing.”

Eden’s arm bumped his. “It’s Trish’s design. I’ll tell her you like it, if that’s all right with you. Or will I be giving away too much?”

 

 

 

 

 

Amused at her sarcasm, liking her goading, he swung his face to hers, his manner deliberately somber. Without the heels she’d worn last night, the tip of her nose barely reached his shoulder. Haltingly, her eyes ticked upward from it, her expression distracted, disoriented. The look a woman wears in bed after being fucked good and hard by a man.

“No, it would not,” he answered.

She closed her eyes slowly, breathed deeply and looked at him again. “What?”

She’d lost track of their conversation. Poor girl. After today, she’d have trouble concentrating on anything except him and their pleasure. “Your kitchen, where is it?”

Again, she gestured generally east. “Through the doorway.”

The room was an eighth the size of his mansion’s gourmet kitchen with a thousand times the appeal. Dark brown Spanish pavers graced the floor, complementing the pale mustard walls. Two more ceiling fans were above the kitchen table and prep area, their shiny copper blades turning slowly. A series of gourmet cooking utensils hung from a pot rack over one of the counters. The cabinet below the kitchen sink yawned open. Beside it lay a metal box as big as a suitcase, crammed with every gadget imaginable. “Are those your tools?”

“Some of them. This place is really old. I have to repair it on a daily basis.”

His brows lifted at the C-clamp in the center of one of the pavers. He didn’t know any woman Eden’s age who would’ve been able to identify, much less use the device. “Before you bought this place, didn’t you have an inspection done of the plumbing, electricity and other structural matters?”

“I inherited it from my grandmother when she died. I’ve been fixing this stuff since I was a kid so I could save her some money.”

Pride and sadness rang in her voice. He put the wrench on the counter and looked at her.

She’d crossed her arms over her chest just as she always had in front of the judges’ table during the competition. Unlike her voice, her expression held no emotion. “You lived with your grandmother?”

Her eyes moved past him to the window by the kitchen table, its view of the backyard and pool. “My mother dropped me off when I was twelve. Mitch, her boyfriend at the time, wasn’t into raising kids and wanted me gone.” She lifted her narrow shoulders as if to say she couldn’t have cared less. The slight tremor in her voice said otherwise. “Grandma was so happy to have me she decorated the spare bedroom in all this frilly pink junk a fairy princess would’ve gagged on.” She smiled at the memory, her eyes sparkling with tears. “I lied and told her I loved it. I would’ve died for her. She gave me my first real taste of home. She was always here when I got back from school. She sat with me after dinner to help me with my homework. She even took out a loan on this place to send me to the culinary institute. That was before the housing boom caused the house to appreciate. I paid her back within a year of graduating. I worked three jobs in order to do it. I didn’t want her to struggle or want for anything.” She sighed deeply.

Compassion flooded Rafe, urging him to take her in his arms and comfort. He didn’t move, suspecting empathy wasn’t what she required. She needed his respect and had it. Her story awakened memories of his own childhood, wanting to succeed so he could make life easier for his parents. Here was the soul missing from her dishes during the challenge. Here was the real woman buried beneath the confident ‘I-have-to-be-perfect’ chef. “When did you lose her?”

She fingered the corner of her eye and looked at the tears she’d wiped away. “Five years ago. A stroke. It was very sudden. She hadn’t even been ill. She lasted only a few days before it was over.”

“I’m sorry.”

She dropped her hand and shrugged, then added softly, “Thanks.”

“Do you ever see your mother?”

She exhaled loudly, more a complaint than a weary sigh. “She manages to come around when she needs money.”

“Do you give it to her?”

New tears brimmed in her eyes. Her voice was whispery, belonging to a twelve-year-old child who still missed her mom. “If I can spare it. How could I say no? She’s my mother.”

He moved closer, but didn’t touch her. He wondered what type of a mother could willingly give up her own child. And what of her father? Had she known him or even met him or was he a shadowy figure her mother seldom mentioned? “Eden, are you certain you want strangers to live in your house?”

She stepped back, arms across her chest again, no sign of tears in her voice. “I don’t have a choice. In order to open my restaurant I took out several home equity loans. Grandma left the house to me free and clear. It kept appreciating and the restaurant was doing well. Until the economy tanked, I didn’t think I’d have any problem meeting the payments.”

He now understood the depth of her financial situation. She surely owed more than the home’s current worth and bankruptcy would forestall the inevitable for only so long. “Is the bank threatening to foreclose?”

“Not since you wrote me the check last night for your stay. Even if you end up hating it here and decide not to invest, I’ve bought myself a few months, more than enough time to get new vacationers. And no way am I losing this place. I couldn’t do that to Grandma.” She inclined her head to the sink, her voice stiff. “That’s not going to fix itself. If you’ve changed your mind, I can –”

Patiently, he interrupted. “I haven’t changed my mind.” He grabbed the industrial-sized flashlight from the counter and handed it to her. “You do know what to do with this, no?”

She tapped its head against her palm, making small thwacking sounds. “If you fuck up my plumbing, I get to whack you over the head?”

He laughed. “You’re going to pay for that.”

The tapping stopped. Her skin pinked up nicely. She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “How?”

“That would be telling. Time for me to fix your leak.”

“Wait.” Her free hand went to his upper arm, her moist fingers hugging it. “It’s dirty down there. You’ll mess up your clothes.”

Heart pounding, he studied her fingers on him. “You want me to work in the nude?” His eyes slid to hers.
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In the following pages, they come together – man to woman in a powerful sex scene that I believe is all the more satisfying because of the quiet, tender moments that preceded it.

Deep, Dark, Delicious is available from Ellora’s Cave.

My website: www.tinadonahue.com

My blog: http://www.tinadonahue.com/blog/

Deep, Dark, Delicious YouTube video trailer: http://www.youtube.com/tinadonahue


Email addy: tina@tinadonahue.com

For today’s readers, I’m hosting a scavenger hunt contest!!!

Rules:
Periodically throughout the day I will post a question (four in all). Answers found on my website: www.tinadonahue.com Keep all of the answers until the last question has been posted. Then, email me your answers at tina@tinadonahue.com. The first reader to contact me with all four questions answered correctly will win.

Prize:
A print copy of my novel Adored. http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-7772-138-adored.aspx

Winner will be announced: January 28th at this site and at my website: www.tinadonahue.com

Thanks for stopping by!

21 comments:

The Queen B January 26, 2010 at 6:42 AM  

I love the excerpt. I enjoy the moments when they share their past joys and pains and talk. That's when they start to realize that they can help each other heal. It's really rather magical :)

SusiSunshine January 26, 2010 at 6:54 AM  

@The Queen B So true hon. I love that too!

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 2:10 PM  

Hey, ladies - for me the tender, quiet moments make the passion that much hotter.

BTW: I'm upping the ante on my scavenger hunt. Winner will get her (or his) choice of one of my three books (1) Adored (2) Close to Perfect (3) Bad Boys with Red Roses - details at my website!

Beth January 26, 2010 at 3:31 PM  

I also enjoyed the excerpt.

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 3:40 PM  

Thanks, Beth - it was fun to write!

Julia Barrett January 26, 2010 at 5:58 PM  

Hey, Tina...just dropping by. I want to wish you all the best with this hottie!

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 6:24 PM  

Okay folks, pay attention - here's the first of my promised Scavenger Hunt questions:

1. In the excerpt for “Adored” where is Danni when she unexpectedly sees Adam again?

Remember: keep your answers until all four questions have been asked, then email the answers to me at the addy above.

Good luck!

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 6:52 PM  

Hey, Julia - thanks! I see Amber's got a new one out today - I commented at the blog where she's being featured - Ignited sounds soooo hot!

SusiSunshine January 26, 2010 at 7:02 PM  

Hey Tina, it's so great to have you here again! And a free choice of your books! Woot! Great! Have to tweet that again!

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 7:14 PM  

Hey, Susi - it's great to be here! Tweet away - the more that participate, the merrier!

Ina January 26, 2010 at 7:45 PM  

Hi Tina!
just wanted to drop by and say hello :)
I'm currently running low on time because I've a couple of exams to write... but in a few days I will be back ;)
have a great time!
Ina

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 8:05 PM  

Hey, Ina - I've been missing you, girl! Thought you'd be the first one to attend today. Hope you do well on your exams!

Ina January 26, 2010 at 9:28 PM  

Hi Tina!
I hope that too - thanks *hugs*
see you soon,
Ina

Tina Donahue January 26, 2010 at 9:52 PM  

Okay, people, here's the second scavenger hunt question:

2.In the excerpt for “Deep, Dark, Delicious” what is Rafe drinking?

Tina Donahue January 27, 2010 at 1:16 AM  

And here's the third scavenger hunt question (only one more to go!!!):

3. What’s the title of my blog on January 6, 2010?

Tina Donahue January 27, 2010 at 3:10 AM  

Here's the fourth scavenger hunt question:

4.In “Let the Games Begin”, my novella in “Wicked Women on Top”, what food did Tiffany have delivered to her suite for breakfast?

Good luck all and thanks for participating!

Eva S January 27, 2010 at 4:59 AM  

Congrats on the release! Wonderful excerpt, I'd like to read more!

Tina Donahue January 28, 2010 at 12:17 PM  

And the winner of Tuesday's scavenger hunt is: EVA!!! Congratulations, Eva!!

James L. Hatch December 13, 2010 at 7:31 PM  

Hi Tina:

Okay, I'm not eligible to win your contest because I'm not a "her", but I liked your article. I'm a little old for "Romance" personally, but I still remember it. It's that time when two people get in an elevator and the temperature rises even without knowing her name. That actually happened once and was so obvious my friend asked if there was something going on between the girl and I. There wasn't then, but I married her 18 years ago, and she can still make my heart race.

peter kenneth July 12, 2013 at 2:10 PM  

Awesome post! I will keep an on eye on your blog.
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