Hello! Planning has started for my annual Halloween Page. Several great guests have already signed up. The theme this year is going to be a combination of horror and humor. I’m looking forward to October!
I hope you have a chance to check out the guest posts both here and at the Compelling Beasts Blog. Lots of guests dropped in over the past week. Links are listed below.
Have a wonderful week!
Kate/Saloni
Recent Guest Bloggers
Cover Reveal: Hot and Unusual by Vivien Paige
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5340
Interview with Lynette Sofras
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5368
Interview with Staci Troilo
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5295
Guest Blogger: Berengaria Brown – Reminiscing.
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5387
Interview with Barbara Meyers
http://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=5347
Upcoming Guest Bloggers
August 17 – Sandi Brackeen
August 18 – Kim Kasch
August 19 – Angelina J. Windsor
August 20 – Cynthia Sax
August 21 – Trilby Palmer
August 22 – Rosemary Morris
Recent Guests at the Compelling Beasts Blog
Blog Tour: Unholy Bargain
http://kate-hill.com/compellingbeastsblog/2015/08/10/blog-tour-unholy-bargain/
Blog Tour: Revenge of the Wolf
http://kate-hill.com/compellingbeastsblog/2015/08/12/422/
Interview with Irene Vartanoff
http://kate-hill.com/compellingbeastsblog/2015/08/14/interview-with-irene-vartanoff-2/
Upcoming Guests at the Compelling Beasts Blog
August 21 – Blog Tour: White Deat
Excerpt of the Week
Mate Marks (Box Set) by Kate Hill
The sound of water rippling in the pool made her look up and when she did her heart nearly stopped beating.
He waded out of the shadows at the end of the pool from where he’d apparently been watching her. He strode closer and paused waist-deep in the water.
Kheb stared for a moment, unable to tear her gaze from his water-slicked torso. The man was absolutely beautiful–lean and sinewy with broad shoulders and a chest that looked as if it had been carved from stone. The moonlight and water accentuated the ridges of muscle in his flat belly and Kheb licked her lips.
Of course he had no business here and even less business staring at her with such a hungry look in his gleaming black eyes.
Her first reaction was to cover herself, but she had no reason to hide. She was a noblewoman and he a mere soldier. A Roman soldier.
Straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin, she said coolly, “What are you doing here?”
“Admiring the view.”
Kheb’s jaw tightened and her eyes widened in rage. “How dare you speak to me like that? I could have you punished.”
His brow furrowed and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “For admiring the garden?”
Heat rose in her face, whether from embarrassment or anger she wasn’t sure. Was he telling the truth? Had she been hoping he admired her or was his response an attempt to disguise the original meaning of his words?
“I’ve come here almost every night since our arrival in Egypt,” he continued in his quiet voice with husky undertones that made her think of lovemaking. “It reminds me of the baths back in Rome. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I accept your apology,” Kheb stated, trying to keep herself focused on something other than his magnificent chest. She studied his face with all its interesting angles and planes, but that was just as bad. The man was irresistible, yet resist him she must.
Even during her talks with the officials, this soldier had distracted her. He’d stood off to the side, dressed in his warrior’s garb, looking powerful and manly with the sword at his hip, his long legs spread in a formidable stance. She had no doubt that he would go far in the Roman army.
Kheb wasn’t speaking only as a woman, but as someone of experience. All her life she had stood beside her mother as the Queen led the people of Kush. Kheb had seen many warriors and had come to know which were the strongest, fiercest and most cunning. She could pick out the leaders among thousands of men and this Roman solider had the heart of a lion.
Though she hadn’t lowered herself to ask his name, she’d overheard it. Marc Claudius.
“You may go now,” Kheb told him.
The soldier’s smile broadened and he walked to the edge of the pool. Kheb’s breath caught at the play of muscles in his arms and back as he hoisted himself out of the water. She noticed the broad expanse of his back was covered with old scars. Beatings were common punishment for Roman soldiers. She doubted he had been punished for a lowly act, such as cowardice or theft, but was most likely beaten for insubordination or some other arrogant behavior. He rose from a crouch position, giving her a clear view of his taut, rounded backside and long, muscular legs.
Instead of walking away, he approached Kheb and her heartbeat quickened. She stood her ground, even as he walked so close that his chest nearly touched her breasts.
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