Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Great Review for Destiny For Three

I’m so pleased that I ♥ Bookie Nookie gave Destiny For Three a 4 star review!

"The chemistry between Trey, Radcliffe and Elise is on fire!"
"Lilly Hale does an excellent job putting a new spin on the "time-travel" aspect of the story. So, if you are not partial to time travel, don't let that dissuade you from reading this fantastic read."

You can check it out on her blog: Bookie Nookie Reviews

You can also see the review at The Romance Reviews website.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

ADULT EXCERPT from Destiny For Three

Hey, all--thought I'd go ahead and post an adult excerpt from Destiny For Three. As you can guess from the title and cover pic, it is a menage romance. In case you don't know the basic premise, Elise is a modern woman who "died" and woke up in the body of another woman in the year 1850. She becomes involved in a romance with two brothers and they decide to share her. In this scene, Trey and Rad make love to Elise together for the first time. Enjoy!


Elise’s knees almost buckled. “Are you sure? I mean are you ready for this?”

Trey gave her a devilish look, one dark brow arched, then turned her around and pinned her back against the door, pressing his body fully against hers. “The question is, are you ready for this? Are you sure you can handle both of us? Because I’m feelin’ a little adventurous tonight, darlin’.” The sexy, southern drawl that he usually minimized thickened his voice and made Elise's blood run hot and fast.

“Seriously?” she persisted weakly, not yet convinced that his sudden change of heart on the issue was what he really wanted. “I mean, there’s no rush if you want to think about it first.”

He grinned and pressed a finger to her lips. “Elise, please. I’m trying to be spontaneous here and you’re asking too many questions.”

The door behind Elise gave way and she pitched backward with a gasp, but two strong arms caught her from behind. She twisted her head up and saw Rad shoot Trey a look, then peer down at her, totally confused. He was in his robe, dressed for bed. She gave him an uncertain smile. “Surprise! I hope we didn’t wake you.”

Rad chuckled and looked again at his brother. “No, you didn’t, but I’m somewhat at a loss here. It’s your night, Trey, shouldn’t you be-”

“You know what they say about looking a gift horse in the mouth,” Trey cut in. “Are you going to let us in? I’d hate to have to explain this to Rachael if she overheard us out here in the hall.”

Rad stood Elise on her feet and turned her in his arms, then lifted her chin. His eyes were hot with promise. “Is this what you want?”

She was nervous, but there was no way she was going to turn back now. This was a fantasy come true. Elise lifted up on her toes and threaded her fingers into his golden hair. “Oh, yeah, baby. More than anything.” She caught his lower lip lightly between her teeth then slipped her tongue inside his eager mouth. She knew she’d slid back into her twenty-first century manner of speech. It had a tendency to happen when she was hot and bothered. But she’d stopped worrying about trying to sound like a proper southern belle around Trey and Rad, because they never seemed to care about her verbal faux pas. Perhaps because it reminded them she was Elise, not Elizabeth.

Without breaking the kiss, Rad drew her inside the bedroom. Trey followed, shutting and locking the door behind him. As Rad continued to devour her mouth, Elise felt Trey working the buttons on the back of her gown. He managed to open the whole row very quickly then went to work on the ties of her corset. When he was finished, the two men lifted her dress off over her head then rapidly divested her of her underskirts, corset and chemise, until she stood between them in only her stockings and slippers. Her skin tingled with goosebumps as they both caressed her, Trey running his hands from her shoulders to her breasts, while Rad skimmed over her back and buttocks.

“Are you chilly?” Trey asked, gently plucking her tightly puckered nipples.

“Yes. Take off your clothes, both of you. I want to feel your hot, bare skin pressed against me.”

Rad gave her bottom a squeeze. “Did you hear that, Trey? I do believe our little woman is ordering us around.”

“Excuse me? Little woman?” Elise tried to sound indignant, but it was difficult with two sets of hands touching her so intimately. She arched like a cat into their caresses, craving the warmth of their touch and the tingle it left in its wake.

Trey ignored her protest and answered Rad. “I did, and I’m beginning to see that you were right earlier about my being too lenient with her.”

Rad’s smile was wolfish. “Would you like to do the honors?” He lowered his head and nipped Elise on the shoulder. “Or should I?”

“Why don’t you start, then I’ll take a turn.” Trey removed the pins and jeweled net from her hair, releasing the thick mane to spill down her back. He pushed it aside and brushed his lips against her ear. “Would you like that, Elise? Do you want us both to spank you before we fuck you?”

His voice was rough with erotic promise and it sent a shiver down her spine, of desire, not fright. She trusted both Trey and Rad completely, and knew that despite the gruffly given commands or firmness in their handling, they only wanted to give her pleasure. She could stop them at any time if she felt overwhelmed. She loved that feeling of letting go of her inhibitions, giving control over to them for a little while. It was funny that although she’d experienced only a barely adequate love life in the sexually casual twenty-first century, she was finding true liberation and satisfaction in a ménage relationship with two very proper nineteenth century gentlemen. Well, they were proper outside the bedroom, anyway.

“Mm, yes,” she sighed, laying her head back against Trey’s chest and lifting her breasts into his caresses. “Touch me, spank me, fuck me… I want it all.”

“And we want to give it to you. Just let go, sweetness, and let us take care of you. We’ll give you so much pleasure,” Rad promised, then claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. She was breathless when he finally pulled back and said, “Go over to the bed, bend over face down and spread your legs.”

Her legs felt watery, but Elise did as Rad instructed, her excitement doubling at the thought that Trey would be watching and participating in their play. The coverlet was cool against her flushed cheek, as was the air against her wet, exposed pussy while she waited for Rad’s first touch on her upturned backside. He slowly stroked her bottom for a few moments, making her groan in anticipation of the first stinging swat, then gave it to her, followed by three more in rapid succession before pausing to finger her. Elise couldn’t control the cry of passion that escaped her as she looked over her shoulder at the men behind her, both staring raptly at her pussy as it tightened around Rad’s fingers. She was struck again by how devastatingly handsome the two were; one dark, one golden, both cream-your-panties gorgeous. And they wanted her, only her. It was a heady aphrodisiac.

“See how drenched she is, Trey,” Rad pointed out, sliding his long fingers in and out of her slippery channel. Elise sighed and relaxed back down on the mattress, spreading her legs wider, opening to him completely. “She loves it. Our Elise is a wonderfully naughty girl.” His fingers left her and another series of smacks landed on her warm bottom, making her stiffen and gasp at the sudden shift from pleasure and pain.

“Oh, please, Rad,” Elise begged. “Don’t stop fingering me. Please, I need to feel you inside me.” Three fingers pressed back into her pussy and she moaned with relief at the exquisite stretching of her inner muscles. “Oh, yes…” She looked over her shoulder again and saw it was Trey who was pleasuring her this time. He looked so proper in his formal evening clothes, but his expression was anything but proper as he finger fucked her throbbing sex. “Oh, God yes, Trey.”

Trey rubbed her buttocks with his other hand. “Your bottom is so warm and pink, Elise. Does it feel good?” Elise could only bite her lip and nod shakily, then gasp when he suddenly swatted the cheek he’d been palming. His spank was lighter than Rad’s; she could tell he was still afraid of hurting her.

Elise pushed back onto his stroking fingers and wiggled her butt under his hand. “Harder, Trey. Spank me. Spank my ass harder. Please!”

He complied, paddling her firmly as he continued to work her pussy, until she came with a wavering cry, drenching his fingers with her climax and dropped limply on the bed. As she lay there catching her breath, she could hear the sound of the men removing their clothes behind her, then a pair of hands hooked under her thighs, lifting and spreading them. Hot breath brushed against her pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips, knowing what was coming next.

“Hold still, sweetness, so I can taste that hot little cunt of yours,” Rad ordered, then went to work with his nimble tongue. Both Trey and Rad were so good at that, she was a bit jealous knowing they’d obviously perfected their technique on other lucky women before her. She’d just climaxed, but Rad’s swirling, plunging tongue was quickly reigniting the fire in her belly. She grabbed handfuls of the coverlet and ground her hips back against his face. Rad groaned, lapping up and savoring her cream. “Damn, Trey. She tastes incredible. I could do this all night.”

“I know,” Trey agreed in a hoarse tone, then moved to Elise’s side, tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back to capture her mouth, the intensity of his desire evident in his ravaging kiss. “I want you to suck my cock while Rad licks your pussy,” he growled against her lips.

Rad paused to allow Elise to stand while Trey sat on the edge of the bed, then he smacked her bottom and gently nudged her to bend forward again. “Suck his cock, Elise, and spread your legs wider. That’s it. Mmm…” Rad resumed his wicked tongue lashing, spreading her open with his fingers, nipping her gently with his lips and teeth.

“Oh, God, Rad…” she whimpered, fighting hard to concentrate on Trey’s cock and not Rad’s face pressed into her behind, his tongue thrusting into her pussy. Locking her knees to keep from melting into a shivering mass at their feet, Elise took Trey’s length slowly, deeply into her mouth.

Elise could feel Trey’s thigh tremble beneath her hand as the head of his cock bumped her throat, then she slowly retreated and swirled her tongue around the engorged tip. Glancing up, she saw his lips part as a harsh breath passed between them, his eyes were dark with arousal. “Do you like that, baby?” she teased, blowing gently against his wet flesh, then flicking it with light licks that matched what Rad was doing to her pussy. Trey’s answer was to fist his hand in her hair and bring her head back down as he lifted his hips, pushing his cock back between her willing lips. She smiled around his hard shaft then sucked him in earnest, knowing he was in no mood for the teasing.

The room was silent but for their gasps and moans, and the crude, wet sounds of their loving. Elise was soon well on her way to another peak, glorying in the incredible joy of being pleasured by Rad while she gave pleasure to Trey. It was amazing, and she couldn’t imagine it getting any better until Rad finally stood, grasped her hips and plunged into her from behind. The motion pushed her forward, forcing Trey’s cock deep into her throat. She gave a muffled cry and had to lift her head to take a gasping breath.

“Yes! Fuck me, Rad,” she panted as his shaft pistoned in and out of her, hard and steady. Rad’s lovemaking was always like this, commanding, never tentative, and Elise loved it. She loved that feeling of being taken so boldly, loved the dirty words he growled in her ear. He had the face of an angel, but he fucked like a devil. She could feel the burning ache taking hold again, winding tight in her belly and she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the fire sizzling through every nerve ending in her body. Trey’s hand clenched in her hair and she took his cock back into her mouth, letting him fill her there, fuck her mouth as Rad thoroughly fucked her eager sex.

Within moments, the orgasm overtook her, her body stiffening with the shuddering tremors that rumbled through her like an earthquake. She must have pulled back and cried out, loudly, because in an instant, Trey’s hand was over her mouth, muffling her keening wail as she jerked and trembled in ecstasy.

Rad plowed into her deeply then pulled out with a hoarse groan, spilling his seed on her bottom and back. Elise slumped forward into Trey’s arms and he leaned back on the bed, holding her while Rad grabbed a handkerchief and wiped her clean. She felt boneless as Trey lifted her up higher along his body, then positioned her over his still straining cock, spread her swollen nether lips and sank into her.

“Oh…Oh, God…” She moaned at the sudden penetration so soon after her climax, but Trey pushed in until he was balls deep, stretching and stimulating her sensitive inner muscles once again.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle. We’ll take our time, ease into it.” He kissed her, holding still with his cock seated so far inside her, she could feel him gently bump against the very deepest point possible. His mouth was gentle as well, comforting her, coaxing her to relax once again and let him love her. Finally, he began to rock and rotate his hips, just slightly, making his cock nudge that sweet spot so deep inside.

She was drained, but Elise couldn’t keep her body from responding to his inner massage of that most sensitive nerve-filled spot. Her hips started to move with his, gradually at first, then faster and harder until he was sliding in and out of her with long, firm strokes. Elise braced herself on her elbows above him, savoring the satin twine of his tongue with hers as their mouths mated hungrily.

“I want you to come again,” Trey rasped. “Come with me.”

“I…I don’t know if I can,” Elise panted. She could perhaps, but Trey looked as if his peak was rapidly approaching, and her already sated body was going to need more time to work up into another.

Then she felt Rad’s hand on her lower back, his other delving between her legs to where she and Trey were joined, gathering her juices and spreading them upward between her bottom cheeks. “Hold still for a moment, Elise.” She felt his finger circle her opening there, then the tip dipped just inside and stilled.

Elise yipped and looked back at Rad, shaken by his apparent intention. “Oh, Rad, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. You’re too big.”

“Shh. It’s all right. Just my finger tonight, sweetness.”

“Relax,” Trey murmured against her mouth, catching her little gasp as Rad worked his slippery finger deeper inside her. “Let us make you come again.” Trey grasped her bottom cheeks, spreading her for Rad’s hand while he pumped his cock into her pussy.

Her face buried against Trey’s neck, Elise willed herself to relax, let her muscles open to Rad’s touch. Rad worked his finger gently in and out of her, going a bit deeper each time until at last he was buried to his knuckle inside her.

“That’s it,” Rad praised as he bent down and pressed kisses between her shoulders.
“Now stay relaxed while I fuck you like this. When you loosen a bit more, I’ll add another finger.”

Oh, God, it felt so good. Trey’s cock tunneling into her while Rad’s fingers, first one, then finally two, penetrated her ass. It pinched a bit at first, burned a little, as her untried muscles stretched to accommodate the intruding fingers. There were so many nerves ringing that small circle of muscles that the sensations Elise felt were beyond intense. She gripped Trey’s shoulders and whimpered against his neck, holding on for dear life as the peak began to build.

“That’s right, darlin’.” Trey’s breath was choppy with his own rapidly approaching climax. “Let it come.”

She did, and it swept her away. Sparks flashed behind her closed eyes as she rode out the convulsive shudders that rocked her in great throbbing waves. She could barely hear Trey’s ragged groan, Rad’s murmured endearments, her own sobbing cry, was only partially aware of Trey lifting her off of his cock as he pulled out and spilled between them. She collapsed heavily against Trey’s damp, heaving chest, limp and completely spent.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Finally joined Twitter

Just opened a Twitter account, but am discovering I have a lot to learn.
You can find me there: @lillyhale1

Friday, July 1, 2011

Destiny For Three Excerpt

Here's the prologue and first chapter from Destiny For Three. I'll post another couple of excerpts soon. It's set to be published this month. 
I welcome any comments or questions!

“Not here yet? I don’t understand, Reverend. Bruce should have been here an hour ago.” Elise Davis’s smile evaporated and her bridesmaid, Tanya, stopped fussing with the strapless bodice of Elise’s satin bridal gown.
They both gaped at Reverend Parks.
“His best man asked me to give this to you.”
"What? Oh God, something hasn't happened, has it?"  Elise took the envelope and tore it open, a hard knot tightening in her stomach. “Is he all right?”
"Yes, but I think you'd better read the note."
The reverend lowered his head and left quietly as Elise scanned the scrawled note. A wave of despair and disbelief washed over her.
"What is it?" Tanya laid a hand on her shoulder.
"He… he's not coming. The wedding's off." Elise's voice faltered. "He's decided he's not ready for this." She pressed her hand over her mouth to smother a sob.
“What?” Tanya gasped. She was silent for a moment, then hissed, “Bastard.” She reached out to tuck a strand of Elise’s shoulder-length brown hair back under her veil. "Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Don’t cry. Everything's going to be all right."
Sinking into a nearby chair, Elise studied the paper she held, a part of her still not believing what she read. The words blurred before her eyes. "How could he do this to me? At the very least, he should have had the decency to tell me in person! He said he loved me!" Once or twice, when she'd pressed him. She crumpled the note and threw it to the carpet, then buried her face in her hands.
Tanya knelt down beside her. "Listen, please don't be angry with me for asking, but...do you really love this guy?"
Elise’s head jerked up. "Tanya, I was going to marry him!"
"That's not what I asked. I asked if you loved him." Elise stared at her, indignant. Tanya pressed on. "I'm sorry. Maybe I'm out of line, but I'm your roommate, remember? I've watched you and Bruce together for the past year, and I have to say that there just didn't seem to be, well, you know, any spark between the two of you."
"There were sparks," Elise argued, then slumped as if someone had just let the air out of her. "Well, maybe we weren't the most exciting couple in the world, but Bruce isn't an exciting sort of guy." Tanya raised her eyebrows. "You know what I mean. Bruce is boring in a good sort of way--level-headed, dependable. I thought we were a good match. Guess I was wrong, huh?"
Tanya rubbed her shoulder then pulled her into a hug. “That man isn’t half good enough for you. You deserve better, sweetie. You deserve the sparks. Hell, girl, you deserve frickin’ fireworks.”  
There was another rap on the door. Elise’s parents let themselves in and Margaret Davis rushed to her daughter's side. "Veronica, darling! What happened? The reverend just announced that the wedding's been postponed!"
"It's been more than postponed, Mom. It's off." Her mother knew very well that Elise preferred to be called by her middle name, but always refused to acknowledge that preference.     
Margaret shook her head. "I don't understand. Why on earth would you cancel the wedding? Bruce is such a nice boy. He's a lawyer. He's perfect for you!"  Elise started to open her mouth, but Margaret rambled on, "But then, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, should I? It's so like you to make rash decisions. Throwing away four years of college and an opportunity for a career in your father's company to move back to Savannah, of all places, and open up some little knick-knack shop on nothing more than a whim."
"Mother, please. I didn't cancel the wedding, Bruce did. But that doesn't matter. What I really need right now is-"
"Bruce called off the wedding?” Margaret looked as if she'd just been hit in the face with a wet towel. “Why? What did you do?"
Elise clenched her hands into fists at her side.
Arthur Davis stepped between his wife and daughter. "It’s all right, Elise. Your mother and I want to do whatever we can to help. We're not here to make this any more difficult for you. Right, Margaret?" He looked pointedly at his wife.
Releasing her breath, Elise gave her father a hug. "Thanks, Dad."  
Margaret pursed her lips. ”Well, in light of this situation, I think you should come home with us for awhile. You shouldn't be alone at a time like this."
"I'm not alone. I have plenty of friends. Tanya and I share an apartment, remember? I'll be fine."
"I promise I'll look after her for you, Mrs. Davis," Tanya added. "You don't need to worry about Elise."
Margaret ignored the young woman. "No, it would be best if you came home. You need your family now. You’re flying home with your father and me, and that’s final."
"Good God, Mother. What am I, sixteen? No, I'm staying right where I am."
"Why are you always so stubborn? Always so determined to make your father's and my life difficult, first with your absurd notions about changing your name--as if the one we gave you isn't good enough anymore--then moving halfway across the country. You used to be such a vivacious child, so full of life, but you've been so distant and sullen ever since the accident-"
"Would you please stop," Elise snapped. "That accident happened twenty years ago, for God’s sake. Why do you need to bring it up now? I’ve just been dumped on my wedding day!” Her voice broke as those words hit home. “Can’t you just be supportive for once?"
When her mother’s eyes rolled in exasperation, it was the last straw. Elise snatched up her purse from the dressing table. "Tanya, I've got to get out of here. I need some time alone. Could you see to things until I get back?" Ignoring Margaret's continued harping and her father's pleas to sit down and relax, Elise rushed out of the room in a flurry of ivory satin and tulle.

Chapter One
The blackness enveloped her, thick and cloying, as if she were drowning in a pool of warm ink. As self-awareness slowly returned, with it came the memory of the giant live oak looming before her windshield. She felt the hardness of the steering wheel pressed against her temple.
Oh, God, I’ve been in an accident!
Tentatively, she straightened and tried to peer through the darkness. Weird. Hadn’t it been early afternoon just moments ago? Perhaps she’d been unconscious for a long while and night had fallen. But it was so intensely silent. No chirping crickets, no whisper of breeze through the pines--nothing.
Before Elise could wonder further, a bright light appeared outside the driver’s side window. It grew bigger, brighter, started to flicker and dance like the beam of a giant movie projector. The window next to her lit up with a swirl of light and color.
Apprehension gnawed at her, a feeling that what she was experiencing was outside the boundaries of ordinary reality, yet she was unable to do anything other than watch.
Like a picture on a television screen, an image formed in the window. Elise recognized it as the Richardsons’ beautifully restored antebellum home where she was to have been married earlier that day. She could see her best friend, Tanya, standing near the dressing table in a coral bridesmaid gown. She followed the young black woman’s gaze toward the doorway and saw herself, tall and willowy, swathed in yards of beaded ivory satin, staring in confusion at a solemn Reverend Parks. The images sparked her memory.
The wedding… Bruce… Oh, God…
There in the darkness, held motionless by some invisible hand, Elise watched as the painful events replayed before her eyes. Fresh heartache gripped her as she watched herself read the note from Bruce, argue with her mother and finally flee.
Then she was speeding down the Richardsons’ tree-lined driveway in her white Explorer. Gravel flew from beneath the tires as she pulled onto the main road and headed for the acreage that had been her childhood home. If there was ever a time she needed the serenity of a quiet walk in the old orchard, it was then.
“Slow down. You’re going too fast,” Elise whispered to the image on the window.
Her plea fell on deaf ears. The sobbing bride behind the wheel only grimaced and rubbed her temple. When the vehicle hit a soft spot at the side of the freshly graveled road, she jerked on the steering wheel and sent the SUV fish-tailing out of control.
Elise cringed as she heard her own high-pitched scream, saw the huge unyielding trunk of the ancient live oak. “No!”
The window went blank for an instant, then lit up once more as a series of images from Elise’s past danced rapidly past her eyes: The moment she first met Tanya during a tour of a historic plantation house.
Hanging up the framed arrangement of pressed violets she’d painstakingly created for the grand opening of her collectibles shop, Time Will Tell.
The nasty argument with her mother when she broke the news about her decision to move back to Savannah.
Herself as a miserable eight-year-old, hiding in the ancient brick shed that stood on their acreage near Savannah, hoping that her parents would never find her and she could stay in the place she loved. Margaret, dragging that same little girl kicking and screaming to the car, angry and baffled that Elise could want to stay in a place that held so many unhappy memories for their family.
Herself at age five, feeling her father’s strong hands lifting her limp body from the swimming pool, retching as the water left her lungs, disoriented and scared by Margaret’s piercing shrieks.
Blackness cloaked the window again. The beam of light softened, and Elise felt herself moving toward its source, her vehicle suddenly gone, though she didn't remember getting out of it.
A figure walked toward her out of the light. A woman in a flowing gown, her blue eyes soft with love, and the gentlest, most beautiful smile Elise had ever seen. Elise’s feet trailed behind her as she glided through the darkness like a wraith, her arm outstretched, wanting more than anything to connect with the angelic figure before her.
An incredible sense of peace enveloped her. Everything would be all right now.
The woman came close and reached out a hand to caress Elise’s cheek. “My dear little one, as much as I look forward to the time when we will be together again, it is not yet that time.”
Elise felt a sharp stab of longing. “But I want to stay here with you.”
“I know. But you are needed on the other side.” The woman’s eyes glistened with tears, but she smiled, kissed her fingertip then touched that finger to Elise’s lips. “Go now, and take back what is yours.”
With that, the heavenly figure retreated into the light, and Elise knew a deep sense of despair more painful than any she’d experienced.
From behind her, the faint sound of a man's voice pierced the silence. "Elizabeth... Elizabeth..."
Elise looked back, mildly curious, then turned again toward the brightness.
The voice was louder now, and Elise felt the unsettling sensation of being dragged back toward it. Instinctively, she reached out for the light, yearning to be part of it, and struggled against the force pulling at her.
"Elizabeth, wake up!"
The force dragging her became too powerful to resist. Elise felt herself falling backward, faster and faster. She was terrified and cried out. Finally, she landed with a jolting impact that knocked the breath from her lungs.
Elise gasped, filling her aching chest with life-giving air. Her head throbbed. She opened her eyes and saw it was once again daylight. The brightness sent shards of pain zinging through her skull. Squeezing her eyelids shut again, she moaned.
"Elizabeth, can you hear me?"
Elise grimaced. The man's voice was so close. Elizabeth? Who’s Elizabeth? A moment later she felt fingers tapping her cheek, gently at first, then sharply. “Hey, cut it out!” She raised a hand to swipe at her offender.
"Elizabeth! Open your eyes."
When she did, the pain lanced through her head, but she forced herself to keep her eyes open. Above her were rippling patches of shadow and light that, as her vision slowly cleared, she recognized as the softly swaying boughs of an oak festooned with Spanish moss.
A man leaned over her, his face in shadow, blocking out the dappled light above. "Don't try to move," he ordered and gently held her down. "I've sent Samuel back to the house for help. Just lie still till he gets back. You've got a lump on your head the size of a hen’s egg."
 "Hmm?" Elise squinted to make out the man's features. His gruff voice was unfamiliar. Perhaps he was a passing motorist who had seen the accident and stopped to help.
"Who are you?" she rasped. "Why are you calling me Elizabeth?"
The man pulled back and a shaft of sunlight fell across his face. For the first time, Elise was able to see him clearly. He was...well, striking was the word that came to mind, with lean, sharply chiseled features and a wide mouth. His dark chestnut hair was sun-streaked and brushed away from his face as though he'd just combed his fingers through it, a few strands falling across his brow. His eyes were a warm golden brown, the rich color of Kentucky bourbon.
The man’s lips thinned, like he was angry. "Jesus,” he muttered. He bent closer again and pulled her hair away from her face. "Can you see all right? Has the fall affected your sight?"
"No. I can see." He didn’t answer her question, so she asked again, trying to lift herself onto her elbows. “Who are you?”
He swore softly then put his hands to her shoulders, pressing her back to the ground. “Just stay still. Don’t move.” He started to rise.
“Please!” She grabbed his arm and he froze. She thought she saw him shudder just slightly. “Please, don’t leave me.”
Confusion played across his features before his expression darkened and he peeled her fingers from his sleeve. “I said don’t move. I need to check on your brother. I’ll be right back.”
Then he was gone, leaving her squinting against the sunlight. She covered her eyes with her hand. Brother? She didn’t have a brother. She shook her head and moaned as a wave of dizziness engulfed her, unconsciousness swallowing her again.   
 Elise awoke to the sensation of being lifted by strong arms. Opening her eyes, she saw a middle-aged black man peering down at her. “You jus’ hold still, now, Miss Lizzie. I got you.” He looked up. “Mistuh Kingston, she’s woke up again!”
“Good, Samuel. Get her in the house quickly. We’ll need some more help with Edward. He’s hurt badly and I don’t want him jostled.”
“Yessuh, Mistuh Kingston.”    
Miss Lizzie? What the hell? She started to struggle against the man as he removed her from the back of some sort of wagon. “Please, put me down. I can walk on my own.”
Samuel grunted with the effort of holding her while she squirmed. “Miss Lizzie, please! I’s jus’ tryin’ to help you. Stay still, now.”
“Elizabeth. Settle down.” It was the handsome stranger from before. He looked angry again.
“I’m not Miss Lizzie! Put me down!” She continued to struggle until the stranger nodded at the black man who held her.
“It’s all right, Samuel. Set her down before she hurts herself. Gently.”
Once on her feet, Elise paused to get her bearings. They were in front of a Greek Revival plantation house in what appeared to be pristine condition. Someone had obviously spent a fortune restoring the place. She'd been through a lot of these old mansions and seldom had she seen one in such excellent shape. The white paint on the wood siding appeared fresh and the trim showed no signs of rot. Elise decided that the tall rectangular columns of the entrance portico must be recreations of the originals, for they showed not a trace of decay, not even at the bases.
Elise frowned. She'd traveled the roads in this area many times since returning to Savannah, yet she'd never seen this magnificent house before. How could she have missed it?
The man called Samuel kept a steady hand at her elbow, urging her toward the front porch of the house. She could hear the other man, Mr. Kingston, barking orders to a gathering group of people. A woman in a brown dress, starched white apron and calico head-scarf burst through the front door.
"Oh Lordy, what's done happened to my babies!" The woman hurried across the front porch to meet them.
“Their horse bolted, Jemma, and the buggy overturned,” Mr. Kingston replied. "Elizabeth has a nasty bump on her forehead that needs to be tended. But Edward’s hurt badly. I’ve sent Bobby for Doc White."
The woman started to wave her arms and wail, and Elise lost it. “Look, I don’t understand why you people think you know me, but you’re mistaken! I am not this Lizzie person you keep referring to and I was not in a buggy! I've never been in a buggy in my life! My name's Elise Davis. I've had a car accident and I have people waiting for me who'll be worried. I need to call them. My cell was in my purse, if we could just go back to my vehicle and get it-"
Jemma gasped then hollered, “Lord o'mighty! She done knocked her brains right outta her head!"
"I did not!" Elise glanced around at the circle of hesitant, pitying stares. Her face grew hot. "Look, I've had a really bad day, okay? Please, I need to use a phone, that's all I ask. I'll call for a ride and have a wrecker come for my vehicle then I'll be out of your hair."
Jemma gave Elise one more horrified glare before she shouted over her shoulder to the others assembled. "Get some cold rags! You men get her on up to bed an' if'n she fights, tie her down!" Then she rushed to the wagon. “Oh, Massah Edward, jus’ lie still now. Jemma’s here ta’ help you.”
Tie her down? Oh, hell no! Elise spun on Samuel. "If you think I'm going to let you people hold me prisoner here-"
“You’s gotta calm down, Miss Lizzie, like Jemma said,” Samuel insisted as he urged her toward the house.
She pulled her elbow from his grip. “Let me go!”
Mr. Kingston grabbed her other arm. He wasn’t gentle. His fingers bit into her flesh. “Elizabeth. Settle down and get into the house. Let them help you.” His low voice had an ominous tone and the anger in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.
The situation was getting out of control. Elise took a deep breath then said in a deceptively calm voice. "All right. Look, I'm not upset anymore.” She removed his hand from her arm. "I can walk by myself. Really, I'm fine." She lifted the skirt of her gown above her ankles and strode into the front hall. Her head spinning from the sudden movement, she stopped to steady herself.
When her vision stopped reeling, she noticed the hall was as carefully restored as the outside of the house. The mahogany of the staircase and door trim gleamed with the soft glow of hand-polished wax, the walls were covered with richly patterned sage-green damask, and the furniture looked like genuine Louis XVI.
"I'm all right," she insisted when she felt Samuel’s hands on her again. “Please, just show me to the phone.”
"I’ll help you upstairs, Miss. You needs ta lie down."
It was clear none of these people were going to help her. She was on her own. Her façade of calm disintegrated. "For the last time, I'm not going upstairs! If you people won't help me, I'll help myself." She pulled away from Samuel. "I'm walking to the highway to catch a ride. Don't you dare try to stop me."
She turned and staggered toward the door, then stopped as she caught a glimpse of a woman in the tall gilt-framed mirror on the wall opposite her. Petite and dark-haired, the woman stared back at Elise with wide, blue-green eyes. She wore a long skirt and fitted jacket, fawn-colored with dark green trim. Dirt and grass stains marred the outfit and the jacket was torn at one shoulder.
Elise looked down at her own clothing. Her breath caught in her throat. Where was her wedding gown? She’d been wearing an ivory satin gown, hadn't she? In that instant she began to question her own sanity.
Her eyes shot back to the mirror and she raised a trembling hand to the throbbing lump on her head. The woman did the same, gingerly touching the large purplish swelling that marred her porcelain complexion.
Elise uttered a strangled cry as she stared at the stranger in the glass and realized she was the stranger. She felt her knees buckle, the parquet floor seemed to rush upward then blackness closed around her.
Elise's eyelids flickered open. She moaned and turned her head on the soft feather pillow. Where was she? Slowly, she began to take in her surroundings. She was in a spacious bedroom furnished with lovely antique furniture and occupied a canopied four-poster bed, swathed in great volumes of white netting. It dominated the room and was surrounded by matching pieces of Queen Anne style furniture. It occurred to her that there was absolutely nothing modern in the room. No light switches--no lights at all, except for oil lamps and candles--no electrical outlets, no vents to indicate any sort of central air system...nothing. Strange. It was as if she'd awakened in another time.
Like a swift kick to the stomach, memory of the dream came back to her. It had to have been a dream.
Her head swimming, she forced herself out of bed and staggered to the tall mirror that hung next to the wardrobe. The image that confronted her took her breath away.
Dear God, it was true!
She wasn't herself anymore. This body in the mirror wasn't her own. Gone was the tall, thin figure, the light brown hair, hazel eyes and somewhat square jaw line that she'd grown accustomed to seeing in a mirror. The attractive, but unexceptional body of Elise Davis was no longer hers. In its place was the delicately-boned figure of a sable-haired beauty. Though petite, this body was lushly feminine, the soft curves covered in a modest nightgown of white batiste.
Elise pressed her fingers against the high cheekbones, the fragile, yet proud jaw line, the perfect cupid's bow of dusky pink lips. She stared, still barely able to believe what she was seeing. Wide, heavily-lashed turquoise eyes peered back in amazement. My God, this woman was beautiful. This woman...she was this woman!
Shaking, Elise turned away from the mirror and tried to gather her thoughts. Had she died in the accident? She remembered the darkness after the crash, the feeling of weightlessness, the beckoning light.
Slowly, half expecting the room to shimmer and dissolve around her, she went to one of the tall windows and looked out. It was clear she was inside the Greek Revival mansion she remembered being brought to after the accident. Beyond the overhanging pediment supported by tall columns was a large expanse of yard, split in two by a gravel driveway lined with cottonwood trees. In the distance, past the moss-draped trees, she could see a river, and marshy rice fields dotted with the hunched over figures of laborers. A movement in the driveway caught her eye. A horse-drawn wagon paused at one of the small outbuildings. The passengers, six men and women, dark-skinned, wearing crude, patched and dirty clothing, crawled out. With the shine of perspiration on their bodies, haggard expressions on their faces, they looked like...Good God, they looked like slaves!
Frantically, her mind fumbled for an explanation that made sense. Maybe she was dreaming all this, while in reality she lay comatose in a hospital bed. Something inside her told her that wasn't the case. This wasn't heaven, or hell. This wasn't the figment of a damaged brain. This was real, just not the reality she'd always known.
Elise turned back to the mirror, trembling like a leaf, trying to remember the murky events that occurred after the accident. The flickering images from her past, the gently smiling woman, the warm, soul-encompassing light... Elise had read enough about near-death experiences to know her ordeal was similar. She’d been on the brink of crossing over, then, for reasons unknown, was pulled back from the light, pulled back into her body--no, to this body.
Elise watched the unfamiliar face in the mirror blanch. If she now inhabited the body of this woman, Elizabeth, then where was Elizabeth? Had her soul passed over? Or had they switched places somehow? At this very moment, somewhere in the future, was Elizabeth staring into a mirror trying to come to terms with her new form?
The door opened just as Elise swayed, grabbing the bedpost for support. The woman she recognized as Jemma stepped in.
"Lord o'mighty! What's you doin' up?" She hurried across the room and took Elise by the arm. "You get yourself back into this here bed! And don' go givin' me no lip, neither. You need your rest ifn' you want that head of yours to heal proper. I ain't aimin' to spend the rest of my days nursin' no crazy woman."
Numb with shock, Elise let Jemma tuck her back into the big, soft bed. She leaned forward obediently as Jemma fluffed the feather pillows behind her back.
"There. Now you jus' lie back and rest." Jemma's voice had lost its sharp tone. "You feel up to eatin' somethin'?"
Jemma's mention of food made her stomach pinch with hunger. "Um, yes, thank you. That would be wonderful, if you don’t mind. I haven't had anything since yesterday."
"Yesterday? Child, you been sleepin' for two days now. An' it's already near half-way through the third." At Elise's look of alarm, Jemma patted her hand. "Now don't you worry none. Doc says you’s gonna be fine, which is more than I can say ‘bout poor Massah Edward. He’s been askin’ for you, so soon as you feel able, you needs ta’ go be with him." The woman’s dark eyes grew shiny with tears.
“Edward?” Oh, yeah. There was another person with her who was hurt in the accident.
Jemma’s brow furrowed with alarm. “Yes, child. Massah Edward. Your brother.” She scrutinized the bruise on Elise's forehead. "You sure you's afeelin' better?"
Elise nodded gingerly. "My head still aches. Do you have anything I could take for it? Maybe a Tylenol, please?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she'd blundered. Jemma was plainly troubled, though she tried to hide it by briskly smoothing the coverlet.
"You poor child. Jus' lie still and I'll be back in no time with somethin' for the pain."
Elise watched Jemma bustle out of the room and chided herself for being careless. If this nightmare was true, if she had indeed been transported into the past and into another body, then she had better pull herself together quickly and deal with it. That meant being more mindful of what she said.
She had so much to find out: what year it was, exactly where she was, who she was. She would have to be very careful. The people around her would probably accept some memory loss on her part, but if she told them the truth, she might well find herself trussed up in the nearest loony-bin.

Cover Art for Destiny For Three!

I'm so pleased with the cover art for the book! It was created by Tuesday at Purple Ink Graphics and I think she did a great job!

Sunday, June 26, 2011


My first erotic novel, Destiny For Three, will be released soon! The story is a full-length (approx. 100,000 words) erotic menage romance with time-travel elements. Here's the blurb:

Three lives thrown together by destiny, drawn together by desire, healed by love. 

Jilted bride Elise Davis thinks her day can’t possibly get any worse, until a car accident lands her in the year 1850, trapped in the body of southern belle, Elizabeth McBride, who makes the Wicked Witch of the West seem like a pushover. Not knowing if she’ll ever be able to return to her own time and her own body, Elise sets out to adjust to life in the nineteenth century and to mend some fences with those Elizabeth hurt.

Trey and Radcliffe Kingston have good reason to despise Elizabeth McBride. She toyed with them and ruined their reputations, forcing them to leave Savannah and start fresh in New York. But when Elizabeth is once again thrust into their lives, this time calling herself Elise and not acting at all like the scheming shrew they once knew, their vow to never again fall prey to her charms becomes an impossible task.

The temptation is irresistible, the passion scorching, but the risks are great.  Can three people overcome the hurts of the past, the uncertainty of the future and the condemnation of society to find happiness?

I'll be posting some excerpts and the cover art soon!