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Monthly Archives: October 2014

Cover Reveal – Trial by Fire (Black Irish #4)

It’s here! Since it’s a very special day for me, I have something special to share – the cover of my next novel Trial by Fire (Black Irish #4)! Trial by Fire releases with Sweet Cravings Publishing on December 11th!

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Tuesday Tales – Ghostly

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Hey everyone!  Welcome to Tuesday Tales!  This week’s word prompt is “ghostly”. We are back with Emma and Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance.  The last time we saw them…well… Let’s find out what happens this week!

**This is my disclaimer…and sort of a spoiler. The following scene is “R” rated. If you are sensitive to sex scenes, then this is where we part ways. Thanks for stopping by! Please stop back soon!
If you are all right with it…read on!**

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The moonlight through the window casted ghostly shadows across the room. The soft whirl and clatter of the metallic creatures roaming the house was almost soothing. Gideon closed his eyes for a moment, immersed in the sensation of Emma’s soft, naked body cradled close to him. Despite her betrayal he couldn’t help but be in love with the woman in his arms.

He gazed down at Emma to find her twinkling blue eyes staring back at him sleepily. Her lips curled into a sweet smile. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

In the pale moonlight he could see her cheeks flush pink. Suddenly her smile disappeared. “Gideon, what are we going to do? Katarina has the humidor. She can accuse you of General Hellwig’s murder.”

“Don’t fret,” he assured. “I will think of something.”

“We have to stop her.”

“I will stop her.”

Emma pushed herself up on her arms until her eyes met his. As she did, her nipples grazed across his chest and her hips ground against his. Gideon fought back a hiss. Her act of bravado did nothing but arouse him. “We will stop her. Together.”

His voice came out as a growl. “We will discuss it in the morning.”

“But Gideon…”

“Katarina isn’t murdering the General tonight. I have a friend who can find out when she plans to. No more talk about it tonight.” He grasped her hips in his hands and tugged her on top of him. A gasp escaped her throat as she felt him pressed hard against her. He moaned as she wrapped her fingers around him.

“No more talk,” she murmured.

He lifted her up then lowered her onto him until he was deep inside her. He groaned as she rode him, her head thrown back, her hair flowing down her bare back as she lost herself in the ecstasy.

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Tuesday Tales – Picture Prompt

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Hey everyone!  Welcome to Tuesday Tales!  This week is a picture prompt.  This week we’re stepping away from Emma and Gideon.  Instead we are stopping by to visit Max Thomas in the Hard Drive Series prequel, Hard Drive.  Let’s take a look at Max before Breaking the Cycle!

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The bar was crowded and loud. Tables of people fought to talk over the hard rock band that played on the makeshift stage constructed on the dance floor. Max glanced over the crowd looking for Tyler. The two of them became friends in the first few days Max started at Roadie’s Gym. That was a year ago. Since then every Friday and Saturday they were out on the town. Tyler drank himself into a stupor then Max drove him home. It wasn’t the most ideal of friendships but it worked.

Max turned back to the bar and took a sip of his water. He watched as the bartender picked up the television remote to switch the channel then returned to the strange colored martinis he was concocting. Max scowled at the screen. Two men faced off in an octagon, each waiting eagerly for the ref to call out “fight!”. It was the first time Max had anything to do with MMA since he left Mankato and moved to Minneapolis. He didn’t even watch it anymore. The memories of all that had happened were just too painful.

Max couldn’t pull away from the TV screen. His mind tumbled with thoughts as he watched to two men attack each other. A couple of months ago, Max ran into an old teammate at the mall. Quinn and Torie lasted about four months, their relationship dying when Quinn was arrested for DUI. His legal troubles kept him from training just long enough to stop being useful to Torie. Before Quinn knew it she had moved on to a guy from an opposing team. Max chuckled to himself. Couldn’t happen to a better guy.

He studied the fight as he took another drink. The smaller of the two, a dark haired fighter, was quick as lightning. He seemed to anticipate his opponent’s move before he made it. Max had been that good before his knee gave, before everything blew up.

He heaved a sigh as the black haired fighter locked a triangle on his opponent. Moments later the other fighter tapped in submission. The dark haired guy’s hand was raised in victory. Max muttered the fighter’s name as he read it. “Rico Choate.”

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What Makes Me Different

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When I’ve scan Amazon lately for my next book to read, I’ve noticed that one of the hot new trends is MMA or Fighter romances. I love it because I am a sucker for MMA and, incidentally, write MMA romance myself. But I’ve noticed a big difference in the books I’ve read and my own…the fighting excerpts themselves.

 

What could be the difference between those other books and my own? Very simple. It’s one thing to watch MMA fights and interview fighters. It’s a whole other thing to strap on gloves, slip a mouth guard into your mouth and face off with an opponent. Which I have. I am proud to tell anyone who asks that I am a mixed martial artist.

I never had the intention to be a fighter. If you told me two years ago that I would be doing this I would have laughed. My book, Breaking the Cycle, is actually what made me step into a gym in the first place. I wanted my character, Max, to quit a job he loved for one he was apprehensive to be part of. After a lot of thought, I decided to have him train MMA fighters.

To do my research, I e-mailed the owner/coach, Keoni Koch, of my local MMA gym, Hard Drive MMA, to see if I could ask him questions. He graciously agreed. I took a look at the gym’s website and saw they offered kickboxing classes. I always wanted to give it a try and figured one month wouldn’t hurt. It’s been sixteen months now. I not only take kickboxing classes but I have now been doing jiu jitsu for three months. I haven’t made it into the octagon…yet. But training six days a week I hope to make it soon.

What does this have to do with writing MMA romance? I know the terminology. I know the difference between a jab and a cross, the Gable grip and a rear naked choke. I know because I’ve done them (or have had them done on me). Knowing the intimate details of the sports makes the fight scenes believable. And what’s a MMA romance without fighting? And along with the fight scenes, the relationships between the fighters in the gym are a lot like the ones I have with my friends and teammates.

I am excited that I can take two things I love, MMA and writing, and blend them into one. And I hope my readers find reading my fight scenes just as exciting as watching a fight.

Tuesday Tales – Letter

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Hey everyone!  Welcome to Tuesday Tales!  This week’s word prompt is “letter”. We are back with Emma and Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance.  The last time we saw them Emma confessed how much she wanted Gideon. Does he want her just the same? Let’s find out!

**This is my disclaimer…and sort of a spoiler. The following scene is “R” rated. If you are sensitive to sex scenes, then this is where we part ways. Thanks for stopping by! Please stop back soon!
If you are all right with it…read on!**

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Gideon closed the space between them, molding Emma’s soft curves against his body. The linen of his shirt prevented her from the feel of his warm skin. She grasped the cloth and tugged it free from his trousers. “You are wearing too many clothes, Gideon,” she chided.

She heard him chuckle. “Your wish is my command, my love.” He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away, knocking over a pile of letters that were resting on a small table. Like leaves the letters fluttered to the floor. Emma trembled as Gideon drew her back to him, the heat from his skin igniting the flames deep inside her core.

She gasped as his lips wandered the curve of her neck. His hands slid from her waist to her breasts, fondling each gently. His thumbs and forefingers pinching her soft, pink nipples until they were hard nearly drove her mad. “Please, Gideon,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

His smirk was pure evil. “Not yet, Emma. Since this is your first time with a man, I want you to remember it for the rest of your days.”

Emma shuddered in his arms at the thought. She had no doubt she would remember this night for the rest of her life. She just hoped with all she was that it wasn’t the last in his bed.

Gideon slowly backed her towards the bed, nudging her onto the mattress. Emma watched as he undid his trousers and pushed them off, kicking his legs free of the material as he did so. Her eyes opened wide in awe. She had never seen a man naked before. There was nothing more beautiful in the world than Gideon with nothing on. The vision was breathtaking. And tonight it is mine.

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I’m at Romance Books 4 Us

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Triple D Dude Ranch by Beverly Ovalle

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Triple D Dude Ranch

By Beverly Ovalle

Published by Secret Cravings Publishing

October 4, 2014

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One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.

 

Blurb:

Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her.

Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.

One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.

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Graduation had her moving to Chicago. After a couple of years of living and working there, she realized that Chicago couldn’t give her the life she thought she’d wanted. What she wanted was right here in Texas, so when she got this assignment she packed her bags, subletted her apartment, and headed home.

The GPS announced she was there. Looking around, Blaire spotted the driveway; it was hard to miss. The wrought iron arch over the drive simply proclaimed Triple D Dude Ranch. She frowned. The drive was just as dusty as the road and there was not a hotel in sight.

Sighing, Blaire put on her signal and pulled over. She stopped and grabbed her camera. A picture of the arch, with the wrought iron words showcasing the name, would be a perfect shot. Blaire opened her door and groaned as the leather made a sucking sound as she peeled herself off. Maybe she shouldn’t have shucked her panties at that last stop. She hadn’t thought about peeling herself off the leather seats, only how infernally hot the day was. Stepping out, she looked both ways before she minced to the opposite side of the road. The heels of the unfamiliar and recently purchased cowboy boots and the long drive had made her a bit wobbly.

Blaire lifted her camera, uncovering the lens and holding the cap in her hand. No dust on the lens, she was glad to see. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if there were. She felt like every crevice of her body had grit in it. Her cute Western outfit might never be the same. She felt wilted from head to toe. Lining up the arch in her lens, Blaire cursed as she dropped the lens cap on the ground. One of these days she’d remember to attach it with the string to the camera itself.

“Damn it!” Bending over from the waist, she picked up the cap from the ground; after all, it was a good opportunity to do one of her daily stretches. Blaire tucked it in the pocket on the front of her cute little denim skirt as she stood, like she should have in the first place.

Lining up the arch once again, Blaire could see that the dust continued, the drive a little smoother than the road coming in. Shaking her head, she snapped a picture. Moving around, she tried to capture it from different angles. She could always delete the ones that didn’t work.

Finishing, Blaire decided she’d had enough of the arch. There had to be at least one good one. She started back to the car when she heard a noise and whirled around.

Her breath caught and she instinctively lifted the camera for a shot. Holy hotness! That was         a real cowboy. Her eyes widened as she looked through the lens, quickly snapping a picture.

 

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She was in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist, he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.

Dan’s breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.

She stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!

Dan sat there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White, it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric. So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.

Dan realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.

His jeans grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s, hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.

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Author bio:

Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.

 

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

 

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.

 

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