Showing posts with label inspirational. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspirational. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Meet my #EggcerptExchange Guest Pamela Thibodeaux--"Inspirational With an Edge"


I always enjoy hosting Pam, who writes romance as well as nonfiction.

Pam, an award-winning author, is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
 
Read about her new title, TEMPERED DREAMS, (Book 2 in a series) and meet the heroine Katrina Simmons.






Dr. Scott Hensley (introduced in Tempered Hearts) has built a wall around his heart since the death of his wife and parents.  Katrina Simmons is recovering from scars inflicted on her as a battered wife.  Can dreams be renewed and faith strengthened?  Can they find joy and peace in God’s love and in love for one another? 
 
Eggcerpt:
 
 
“Right,” she snorted. “I’m so beautiful. My legs are too short, my breasts are too small, and my hips are too big. And you think I’m beautiful. You, doctor, need your head examined. Or your eyes.”
 
Scott glared at her, irritated beyond belief at what he was hearing. “That low-life son-of-a-bitch really did a number on you, didn’t he?”
Trina gasped, surprised and shocked at his anger. “I was just joking.”
“Well, it’s not funny. You’re constantly putting yourself down, and I’m sick of it!” Lunging from the couch, he carried her into the bedroom and stood her in front of the full-length mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he insisted, urging her chin up with his hand, determined she see herself as he saw her.
“Your skin is like silk, all peachy and soft.” He brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “Your hair is like satin, thick and shiny, makes me think of...” he hesitated. How could he describe the rich gold shot with equal proportions of red? he wondered, running his fingers through it, pulling her head back against his chest and placing a kiss on it.
“Makes me think of a fiery sunset. And those eyes,” he groaned, forcing himself not to turn her around to face him. “Big and luminous and incredibly rich. Like two huge chocolate drops in a bowl of fresh peaches and cream. Those lips,” he traced them with his thumb, “soft and full, beg to be kissed.”
His fingers trailed down her throat and over her shoulders until he cupped her breasts in his hands. “Feel perfect to me,” he breathed, giving them an intimate squeeze. Releasing the tempting flesh, he continued, running his hands over her torso to cup her waist. “Beautiful,” he assured her, his voice thick and husky. “So tiny. I can almost clasp my hands together, you’re so tiny.”
His hands continued their torturous journey, cupping her hips. With a gentle tug, he pulled her firmly against his body. “Flared just right,” he hummed. “Baby-making hips. Watching you walk, with that subtle sway of yours, drives me crazy,” he confessed.
“And those legs,” he rolled his eyes with a satisfied grunt. Turning her around, he picked her up, and wrapped them around his waist.
“Not long, true. But incredibly slender and well toned. The sexiest pair of legs I’ve seen in a long time. And I see plenty of them in my profession,” he admitted, stroking her thigh.
“You have an abundance of energy, and depths of untapped passion which shows in the way you carry yourself, the glow you radiate, and the way you laugh and cry, with all of your emotions. That in itself is a turn on. Knowing when you love, you’ll love with all of your being, that you’ll hold nothing back, and you’ll give yourself freely and completely. I know you haven’t been loved like that before, and it’s hard for you to trust you ever will, or can. But I love you, Katrina. I love you like that,” he whispered.
With a soft moan, he kissed the tear which slipped from her eye. “I love you, Kitten. I think you’re beautiful and it hurts me when you brush off a compliment or put yourself down.”


An Interview with Katrina


1. Nickname: Well, most people call me Trina (short for Katrina) but Scott calls me ‘kitten.’
2. Favorite place to visit: Honestly I’d never been anywhere but my hometown of Lafayette until I met Scott. We’ve visited New Orleans which is lovely but my favorite place is Bandera, TX where our friends, Craig and Tamera Harris and their children live on the Rockin’ H ranch.

3. Significant other: Dr. Scott Hensley – we met after my (now ex) husband were in an automobile accident and he quickly became my hero then significant other and now we’re married.
4. Worst fear or nightmare: My worst fear or nightmare had been real up until I met Scott. You see, I come from an abusive background as a battered woman. Now that Scott and I are together, I guess my biggest fear is that I’ll never have a baby. I lost one in that auto accident with my now-ex-husband, Jack.
5. What would you do if you won the lottery? I would support women’s shelters locally, nationally and globally, making sure no abused woman or her children ever have to go back into that situation.

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

My #SpringFling Guest is Pamela Thibodeaux: "Insiprational with an Edge" and “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message”


I always enjoy hosting award-winning author Pamela S. Thibodeaux. She's the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”

 
 
The Inheritance is about the chance we all long for…the chance to start over. Widowed at age thirty-nine and suffering from empty nest syndrome, Rebecca Sinclair is overshadowed by grief and loneliness.  Her husband has been deceased for a year, her oldest child has moved to New York in pursuit of an acting career and her youngest child is attending college in France. Having spent over half of her life as a wife and mother, she has no idea what God has in store for her now.  Will an unexpected inheritance in the wine country of New York bring meaning and purpose to her life and give her the courage to love again? 

US Postal worker Raymond Jacobey has been in love with the little widow since he first set eyes on her.  A wanderer searching for the ever-illusive soul mate, Ray has never stayed in one place too long. Raised by self-centered, high-power executives, he’s longed for the idyllic life of residing in a cozy house in a small town with the love of his life. Will he gain the heart of the lovely widow or will he lose her to the wine country of New York?  

Excerpt: Rebecca’s heart fluttered at the charming, boyish grin he bestowed on her. She knew he’d spoken more than mere words; he’d spoken his heart. Tears filled her eyes and clogged her throat when she thought about what the future might hold. Standing on the threshold of that great unknown, she had never been more acutely aware of anything than she was of this moment, this man.

He was looking at her intently. His thumbs caressed the back of her hands, chasing the chill from her blood. Lethargic warmth stole over her. As though in a fog she watched him lift her hands to his mouth and press his lips to her palm in a caress so tender it sent shivers down her spine.

She lowered her gaze, and he lifted her chin with his finger and waited until she looked at him again. “I want to kiss you, Becca, here in the midst of Paradise,” he whispered, his lips covering hers with devastating tenderness.

Rebecca heard his primitive grunt of satisfaction when he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. An answering purr escaped her as tiny pinpoints of pleasure bathed her senses with light and color. Never in her life had she felt so alive, so consumed with sensations.
 
Whether a moment or an eternity, she had no idea how long they stood there, his mouth in sweet possession of hers. All she knew was that when the kiss was over she was plastered against his hard body, her breathing was sharp almost painful and her fists were clenched in his thick, sandy-colored hair. Appalled at her wanton response and the needy way in which she clung, Rebecca flung away with a startled cry of distress, and began to run.

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