NEW RELEASE FROM RUTH G. JULIANO

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RUTH COVERDitching Melody

Fun-loving accountant Theresa has always relied on numbers, because numbers don’t lie. At six her father died, at seven she became a big sister, at fourteen she became a mother, at fifteen she had her first job, and at eighteen she moved out. By twenty five she’d had fifteen failed relationships, by thirty she’d had ten failed jobs, and at almost thirty five she’s still hiding her sexual persuasion from most people.
After a chance encounter with (wo)man’s best friend, Theresa’s life becomes increasingly adventurous and even takes a detour into the unexplainable. Theresa discovers she is more capable than she ever had the courage to be before, and that unconventional love takes on many forms. Falling for your best friend can be controversial, but a love without limitations is something you can never give up on.

ruth g jRuth G Juliano Author page

Simple. Direct. Chaos. Welcome to the Ruthless Beings World, where conversations are important, love has no limitations, and judging people on superficial things will only lead to trouble. I’m here to educate and entertain. That’s my aim. I find people fascinating. They’re complex. What motivates them and why they do the things they do is what sparked the Ruthless Beings saga. I have chosen a simple and direct style for the chaos of the Ruthless Beings World novels (Ruthless Beings series and stand alone novels), because of the complexity of the issues dealt with. You’ll find the writing is omniscient third person or third person, maintaining an arm’s length, and that there is not an overuse of description for surroundings or florid language. The books contain love, crime, sex, violence, family life, and ideology, and the books are generally listed under the Crime and Family Life / Saga genres. Some people describe the writing style as ‘immature’ and others appreciate the simplicity because it ignites their imagination differently.
If you like soap operas, can get your head around a cast of characters, and like a bit of mystery and psychology then maybe you’ll like what you read. I write about everyday life, death, abuse, crimes, sex from various angles, and love, always love. All of my books are set in Australia (where I am), rated 18+ and are intended to be read by adults.
I say “read love differently” not only for the style I choose to write in, but also for what constitutes love. I know some people have some fixed views about love and life, and they might not understand love the way I write it, but I’m not giving up hope. Without hope you have nothing.
Happy reading.
RGJ

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Snatched By Juliette Banks

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Snatched

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By Juliette Banks

You have turned me into a wanton woman.” “And a wanton woman is just what I need.”

Time 1850

Place An impoverished Eastern European country

Laryssa A 37-year-old woman who has been a widow since her 18-year-old daughter, Sofiya, was a baby.

Bhodan The leader of a group of bandits who travel around the countryside robbing and pillaging, and sometimes abducting pretty young women. He is bitter and angry after a vicious fight when he was young caused him to gain two livid scars across his face.

What brought them together?

Laryssa leaves her house for a short while, and returns to find that the bandits have taken her beautiful daughter, the light of her life. She is distraught, and sets off to find and rescue her. Her travels take her to the ruined castle, where the bandits hide out, and she begs Bhodan to allow her to stay as a housekeeper and bedfellow, without revealing her connection to Sofiya.

Despite the intentions of both, they find that they have a strong, sexual attraction for each other, and Bhodan gradually becomes less angry with the world and more attracted to Laryssa, a woman who shows him what love and kindness – something he has never experienced before – can do.

One day, while out robbing, Bhodan returns seriously wounded – the only one of the four bandits to return to the castle. This provides the opportunity that Laryssa has been waiting for, the chance to escape with Sofiya. But if she takes that chance then she will be leaving Bhodan to die. Laryssa is torn between love for her daughter, and the increasing feelings she has developed for Bhodan. How can she choose between the love of her daughter and probably the only chance she will ever have for love.

Such a sweet little body. No wonder the other women were jealous and drove you away.”

Buy Links:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Amazon Canada

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NOTE: This book was previously published as a short novella with the same title. It has been amended and greatly extended to more than double its length.

An excerpt from the book (Rated PG)

The icy wind penetrated the woman’s flimsy cloak and went deep into her aching bones. It was almost dark, and the dense forest on either side of the track was gloomy and menacing. The trees made a creaking, moaning noise as the wind howled through them, and there came a sound of a distant wolf, but she tried not to be afraid. She had been walking for nearly three days, and her body was so weary that she was scared that it would let her down and she would collapse here in this lonely and desolate place. Sheer willpower and thoughts of her precious Sofiya were the only things forcing her to keep placing one foot after another.

Sofiya was her joy and her reason for living. She was her vibrant and beautiful eighteen- year-old daughter, and since her husband’s death, when Sofiya was no more than an infant, there had been just the two of them, together against the harsh and unforgiving world. She would walk to the ends of the earth for her child, and right now she felt as though she was walking to the ends of the earth, but she had no choice since the night the men came and took her daughter.

She had only been away from the house for a few hours, taking care of a sick old man on the other side of the village, but it was long enough for them to gallop to her home and snatch her precious daughter. A neighbor came running to tell her that Sofiya had been taken, that four men on horseback and with daggers tucked into their waistbands had entered her house and dragged her daughter screaming to one of the horses. They had flung her over the saddle in front of one of the riders, and within minutes, had galloped away. When the woman heard the news, she sank to the floor and screamed so much that people came running from far and wide to find out what evil had occurred that someone should cry out with such pain and anguish.

One of the men, new to the village, said he was afraid that Sofiya had been taken by a band of criminals known for stealing cattle and treasure from wherever they could find it, and that they also took away pretty young women who caught their eye. He had heard of such events from people in his previous village, and the women they took were not heard from again. Some said that they were sold into slavery in faraway places.

On hearing this, the woman fainted.

When she recovered consciousness, she knew that she must find Sofiya and rescue her from whatever terror and degradation that would come from being with such men. Life without her daughter could not be contemplated. She collected some food and her cloak, and set out to find her daughter, uncertain where to go and how far she must travel.

The first night was spent in a shed with some goats, who at least provided her with some warmth, and the second with a sympathetic and kind old woman who shared her meagre supper and allowed her to curl up in front of her fire for the night. If it hadn’t been for her kindness, she feared that she might not be here now. But the night was coming again, and she dreaded the coming hours of darkness, without food or heat or shelter. She had seen no habitation for many hours and began to sink into a deep despair as she contemplated her fate. Would she die out here on this lonely track, perhaps eaten by the wild animals that surely inhabited the forest?

Just as she was about to surrender to the exhaustion and the pain in her body, she thought she detected a light through the trees. Turning a corner in the road, a large, gloomy, old castle loomed ahead; part of which was in ruins, giving it an abandoned appearance. However, the sight of a faint light coming from one of the narrow windows on the upper floor showed her that the castle was likely inhabited.

Could this be the place she was seeking?

Apart from the light in the upstairs window, there were no other signs of occupation. It looked abandoned and menacing. There may have been extensive grounds around the castle once, but now a small area of rough ground was the only open area, surrounded by dense forest that was slowly creeping towards the building, ready to reclaim it for its own.

The woman knew that there was no point in going to the entrance and begging for the release of her daughter, if this was indeed where she was being held captive. The men holding Sofiya would almost certainly laugh in her face and send her packing. She needed to convince them to let her enter the castle and stay a while so that she could work on a plan to rescue her daughter from their clutches. And how she begged the gods above for her daughter to be within these walls so she had not made the long and tortuous trip in vain.

She reached the heavy oak door and tugged the bell pull, the sound echoing in the corridors beyond. For a long time it seemed as though the bell was going to be ignored, but eventually the woman heard a shout from above. Looking up, she saw a man staring down at her from an open window.

She offered him everything, in her desperate search for her daughter.

An excerpt from the book (rated R)

Back in the kitchen, she cleared up, then took some heated water from the stove and poured it into a bowl. She desperately wanted to wash herself and took the bowl into the corner of the kitchen and began to clean her body, using a rag she had found. She removed her dress and washed as best she could whilst still wearing her petticoat. The hot water felt so good against her skin. She turned and saw Bhodan standing in the doorway, watching her.

His eyes were dark pools and his chest was rising with shorter breaths than usual. Laryssa saw desire in his face. She steeled herself to gaze calmly at him. The time that she had dreaded since arriving at the castle was upon her.

“Come,” was all he said, and then he turned and walked away.

Laryssa took a deep breath and followed the man with the scarred face. It was strange, she thought, but the scars no longer seemed repulsive. How quickly she had become used to them. It wasn’t the scars that bothered her now. She now had to fulfill the bargain she had made when she arrived, and her stomach was churning with thoughts of what she was about to do, but she could not go back now. Her daughter depended on her.

She followed Bhodan into his room. There was a large bed in the center of it, with a chest against one of the walls, and a small table and chair against another. Laryssa was horrified to see on the table a leather belt, and a long, flexible birch stick.

Bhodan, closing the door behind her, saw the look on her face. He stood very close to the trembling woman and ran his hand lightly down her front, stopping to caress her breast beneath the thin layer of her undergarment. Looking intently into her face, he said, “I don’t think those will be needed tonight. All I want at the moment is to sink into that cunt of yours. After so many years of neglect, I think I shall receive a warm welcome there.”

A shiver travelled down Laryssa’s body. It was partly fear, but she was ashamed to admit to herself that it was also partly anticipation for a feeling that she had not experienced in so long. There was something about this wild, nearly handsome man, with his gruff manner, that caused unexpected and unfamiliar shivers in that most neglected part of her body, and it disturbed her.

“Take off your clothes.” Bhodan turned and began removing his own clothes. Laryssa removed her petticoat and waited with downcast eyes. The naked Bhodan strode towards her, his cock now stiff and leading the way. He lifted her chin with his hand.

“You may not have the body of a girl, but you have a body that any man would want to sink into. Don’t be modest. Lie on top of the bed and let me look at you.”

She did as she was instructed, trying to calm the thumping of her heart. Bhodan looked down at her, his erection clearly demonstrating his desire. He ran his hand down her belly and down one of her legs before returning it up the inside of the other leg. It came to a halt as he reached her groin. He slid it towards her sex and, parting her labia, pushed his finger into her and gently swirled it around.

She was already moist with a desire that she tried not to feel, but was incapable of preventing. Had she become a harlot so easily?

Bhodan leaned close to her ear and whispered in a way that seemed so intimate, Laryssa’s breath caught in her throat. “I see that you are more than ready for me.”

Author Biography

I write erotic romances as Juliette Banks, but some of you may also know me as the author Rachel de Vine. I am British and live in a beautiful rural part of England. However, I also like travelling to remote and unusual parts of the world, and have visited places as diverse as Tibet, Bhutan, Peru, Namibia and China. Our world is so beautiful and I hope that it will always remain so, and I see myself as being so lucky to have the freedom to travel that was denied many previous generations. I hope I never take it for granted.

I write mainly romances, because I am an incurable romantic, and I write erotic romances because I am always attracted to the sexuality and sensuality that is within so many of us. I like to write about interesting characters who often have to survive life’s challenges before they can reach the happy ending they deserve.

Here are my contact details:

Facebook http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

Twitter www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

Website www.racheldevineauthor.com (a site for both Rachel and Juliette)

Amazon Author Page for Juliette Banks here

Amazon Author Page for Rachel de Vine here

Thank you for inviting me to your blog, and I hope your readers have enjoyed a taste of my book.

Juliette x

The Artist By Juliette Banks

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The Artist

By Juliette Banks

Hello Dab10, and thanks for having me on your blog today. I would love to tell you about my new book The Artist. Some of you will know me as Rachel de Vine, but my next book, The Artist, is being released under a new name of Juliette Banks. Let me show you the cover of the new book.

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Here is the blurb:

Lizzie is a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances lead her to the artist, Theo. She made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the streets for him. Now she is trying to make her way alone.

 

Theo is the rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his chosen career as an artist. His favourite subjects are pretty young women whom he paints in the nude. He is delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie knocks on his door one day and offers her services as a model.

 

It is only a matter of days before the mutual attraction ignites between them and they become lovers. Despite village gossip, they are happy. Until Lionel, hearing that his wife is now living with the artist, erupts in a jealous rage and snatches her back while Theo is away and unable to protect her.

 

Upon finding Lizzie gone, Theo sets off in hot pursuit, determined to find the model for whom his feelings are growing daily. He soon catches up with Lizzie and Lionel, but during the hot-headed rescue, things take a tricky turn with an unexpected consequence.

 

Lionel is dead.

 

Unwilling to be charged with murder, and possibly hanged, Theo and Lizzie flee to Italy, where they try to start a new life together. But the past has a way of catching up with everyone, and they are no exception.

 

Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And will they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband?

 

This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy, with some explicit themes, including spanking.

“You are corrupting me, Theo.”  “But you like being corrupted, don’t you, sweet girl?”

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The Artist can be bought at

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Amazon Canada

And other usual outlets

Here is an excerpt from the book.

It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to stroll down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance, he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements.

Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned halfway down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material.

A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie’s head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers.

Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn’t give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind.

In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area where Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream, pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look, she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn’t get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn’t want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires.

She found him intriguing and a little dangerous.  He found her irresistible.

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I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.com

And my Facebook page is http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

Or I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

I don’t yet have a separate website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com

If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book. Many thanks.

Juliette x

(Painting of nude called “Passion” by kind permission of artist, Irina Jablonski (USA).)

 

TWO NEW BOX SETS FROM THE CRAZY LADY AUTHORS

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NEW RELEASE! 🔥🔥🔥 #TwinAnthologies 🔥🔥🔥
The #CLAuthors are bringing you not one, but TWO #incorrect romance sets.

One SPICY. One SWEET.

Follow these links to get your #99c fix of SPICY #RelatableRomance 🔥 🔥 #kindle 🔥

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(for Spicy) or

http://amzn.to/2aGjkPK (for Sweet)

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The Crazy Lady Authors bare it all!
It’s hot, sexy, sweaty, smelly…wait! What? It’s Erotically Incorrect, that’s what it is! Let’s face it, sex isn’t always pretty. In fact, it’s often weird, hilarious, and downright awkward! What really happens when couples sneak a little ‘sexy time’ in between work and the kids, without Barry White playing in the background, when the participants have cellulite, unshaved legs, and may be falling asleep on the job? You get one funny, in-your-face look at the erotic escapades of every woman! From high drama to hi-jinks, meet the non-leading lady, leading ladies of Erotically Incorrect. We’re keeping it real! Trust us, we’ve been there, done that. There are probably pictures…maybe!
Heat Level: Hot! Grown folks’ language and situations. Not your grandma’s box set…unless your grandma is a real pip!

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Awakening (Promiscus Guardians Book 1)

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Brianna West

Now this wouldn’t be my first choice of book but I was stuck without cell signal and no internet but it was already in my phone downloaded.

So I started reading and was sucked in to a story that wouldn’t let me go.

It started with a bit of curiosity but evolved in to a charged and exciting adventure, with humor.

I highly recommend getting it right away and it is part of a series so I have more to look forward to

A great work by Brianna West

Dab10 Author

https://www.amazon.com/Awakening-Promiscus-Guardians-Book-1-ebook/dp/B0160BGHYK?ie=UTF8&ref_=asap_bc#nav-subnav

 

Three Years As A Self Published Author

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May 3 2013

I put 3 short stories up on smashwords getting all three through their meat grinder

one for free and two at ninety nine cents.
I haven’t made it big I wouldn’t even call it medium.
But I made some friends and have some success.
The free one

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Has over one hundred and fifty thousand downloads and a rating of 4+ stars over all and is fast on its way to its third year in amazons top 100 in its category.

My psychological short story write in a unique prose.

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Had been book of the month and has some great fans.
And last of those first releases

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Has some favorable reviews from the boyfriend bookmark and others.
My two release since

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And

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Both maintain a spot in the top 100 of their categories.
And my soon to be released
Second in the Karmic series
Karmic Kases
Here is a bad picture of the cover

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Has had some favorable reviews from my bata readers.

It hasn’t been easy,  but I would have to say it has been fun.

I thank you all for reading.
DAB10

BTW that picture of me is more then three years old.