Congratulations Winners!

Congratulations to the winner’s of the 4 Authors 4 Books 1 Contest hosted by Moira Rogers, L. Shannon, Moira Reid and me!

My winners are: amysmith98, wwalas76, and mashamaven!

Hope you enjoy your books!

Four Authors! Four Books! One Contest!

To enter to win four books–one by each author: Moira Reid, L. Shannon, Moira Rogers and me, follow these directions!

Go to Moira Roger’s website to sign up! http://moirarogers.com/?q=node/264

After you enter your e-mail address, you’ll end up at Moira Reid’s website, where you can download a free prequel (Welcome Home) to the Vampire Oracle stories being offered in the drawing. And now you’re entered to win 4 new ebooks!

By entering you are agreeing to be added to all four announcement lists. If you are already a member of all four announcement lists, no problemo…now you’re entered to win!

We Can Move You comes out Friday!

Hi! I wanted to let you know the good news! My new menage kinky story, We Can Move You, comes out Friday, August 22nd with Cobblestone Press! Yes, that’s tomorrow! Yay!

 

I hope you’ll stop by the Cobblestone Press chat tomorrow night, Friday at 8 p.m. EST.  The chat room address is: http://cobblestone-press.com/chat.htm

 

I’ll be giving away a free copy of the book there, so stop by if you can!

 

Blurb:

 

Josie has been burned in love, humiliated and forced to quit her job. She’s ready to run away–only thing left to do is call the movers and get the hell out. That’s the plan. Until they show up.  The plan needs to change. Alec and Ethan are the two sexiest men she’s ever seen, and aside from being sweet and gorgeous, they want her–right here, right now. Why move? Why not be moved instead, in every way imaginable?

Excerpt:

“I have a strong suspicion,” Ethan said, his gaze brushing over her naked body in obvious approval, “that our slave is not focused on her job. Do you understand your job, slave?”

Josie nodded, realizing that she had let her mind wander away. Would this earn her additional punishment? The possibility thrilled her.

“I require your answers out loud when I question you. Now, do you understand your job?”

“Yes, Master,” she said dutifully, the words rolling over her in waves of heat.

“And that job is?”

She thought for a moment then nodded. “To please you in whatever way you require, Masters.” There, that should make them happy.

“Good. Now it’s time for that punishment.” 

copyright 2008, Summer Alan

Buy Link (begins on Friday afternoon): http://cobblestone-press.com/

 

Sold One Wild Night – Steel City Vampires!

Well, Pagan will get his day in the sun…which is good since in his story he’s stuck in a rainstorm. But I digress. Cobblestone Press has acquired One Wild Night for publication, and I’ve sent back all the paperwork. Editing comes next…I’ll keep you posted on a release date. My suspicion is October for one of the Wicked books coming out for Halloween since the story is set at Halloween. The story is very short, hot with a surprising ending…

Unedited excerpt:

            He killed the motorcycle’s roaring engine and nodded slowly, her headlights glimmering off his helmet. Unsnapping the strap at the corner, he lifted off the black globe of plastic and rested it on his lap.

Wow.

She blinked and hoped she hadn’t said the word out loud.

“Hi there.”

His voice was liquid silver steel. Oh, man, she would have to look like death on Halloween in front of the king of Cimmerian darkness.

“Hello.”

“I’m Pagan.”

“Uh huh.”

He stared at her, his eyebrows coming together as he smiled. The smile alone would have been enough to knock her over, let alone the thick thighs and broad shoulders. When he booted the kickstand and climbed off the bike, all six-feet of black leather pants and black leather jacket of him, she did consider sitting down.

A line from Blade flashed into her memory. Hang in there, kitten. I’ll get help.

His smile widened, and though she couldn’t see his teeth, she had a clear, wonderful image of them nibbling her neck. “What did you say, sweetheart?”

She blinked. What had she said? She had no earthly idea. What difference did it make when she couldn’t decide to run away from him–or to him?

Her heart beat in her throat, and her breathing grew shorter and more rapid. “Ava. My name is Ava.”

He nodded and held out one black-gloved hand. “Nice to meet you, Ava. Can I help you with that?”

“Help me with what?”

His smile widened even further. He put the gloved hand on her forehead and pushed back the soaked white sailor cap, stroking her forehead with his fingertips. “You didn’t hit your head when you popped the tire, did you?”

“The tire.” The word sounded like something she’d heard before, but almost like something foreign—like homme bel dans la veste en cuir noire, which she instantly translated in her mind. Handsome hunk of everlovin’ man in black kick-ass-and-take-names leather jacket.

Or something close to it anyway.

“Yes, your tire. It’s flat, darlin’.”

The tire. Yes, the tire was flat. Of course it was flat. She was standing out here in the pouring rain next to this gorgeous mountain of a man because she’d gotten a flat. Saying the word “flat” over and over in her mind helped bring her out of the semi-comatose state and allowed her vocal cords to function.

“I’ve never changed a flat before.” Never wore leather. Never rode a motorcycle. Never imagined a man this sexy.

Maybe she should tell him that, too. Maybe not.

“Why don’t I take you to a hospital?”

“Hospital?” The word shook her out of the daze she’d fallen into in the cool downpour. “I don’t need a hospital.”

“Ah, you can make sense. Well, good.”

He took her hands into his and leaned close to her ear. “I was starting to think what a shame such a beautiful woman had serious-ass brain damage.”

“Pagan.” Good. She’d said his name, although the tremor in her voice wasn’t very seductive.

“Yes, Ava?”

“It was very nice of you to stop.” There. That sounded normal. Mostly.

“You were standing in the middle of the road.”

Oh yeah.

            She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and as the wind and rain blew over them both, the frigid elements failed to chill her. “Have you ever changed a flat before?”

            He pulled off his gloves and tucked them in the back pocket of the leather pants, his eyes watching hers. “There’s not much I haven’t done before.”

Isosceles Triangle Droid may be closer than you think…

Boston Dynamics has developed this already…you have to see the video. It defies explanation, but I’m telling you, old David Macallister and his clone aren’t looking too far-fetched at all after this…

CONTEST! We Can Move You release date 8/22/08!

My newest release, We Can Move You, will come out at Cobblestone Press on August 22, 2008! Yay! I’ll be holding a contest to give away a free copy of the book and will draw the name of the winner on the release date!

Anyone who likes a sexy menage story and would like to enter to win a FREE copy should drop me an email at summer_alan@msn.com and put in the subject line: “You Can Move Me!”

See my blurb page for more information about the story, and be sure to come to the Cobblestone chat on 8/24 at http://cobblestone-press.com/chat.htm. I’ll be giving away a copy at the chat, too!

We Can Move You – Excerpt

Previously of Two Men and a Truck fame, WE CAN MOVE YOU is moving through the editing process. Here’s an unedited excerpt for your viewing enjoyment…

 

“We Can Move You. When can we help?”

 

“I want to move out today. Can you be over here in the next 15 minutes?”

 

The man chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “Sure, I guess we can. Where’s the fire?”

 

She quickly gave him the address. “I don’t want to wait another minute. Will you come right now?”

 

“Sure thing, ma’am. Alec, fire up the racecar! We’ve got an emergency!”

 

“This is not a joke,” she said, tossing the phone book onto the coffee table. “Are you making fun of me?”

 

“No, ma’am, I’m not. We’ll be there within 15 minutes. What’s your name?”

 

“Josie McDonald.” She hung up the phone without waiting for him to say another word. What else was there to say? Let them fire up whatever truck or race car or even horse and buggy they could find, as long as they got here immediately and got this junk packed up and out.

 

Not twelve minutes later according to her wristwatch, she stared between the open curtains of the front window and saw a large paneled truck pull into the parking lot. Two men climbed out, and she was suddenly glad she was alone. Her audible gasp would have scared anyone else in the room.

 

Where in the world had those two gorgeous guys come from? Oh man, and they’re coming in here! She spun on her heel and looked around at the incredible mess in the living room. A stack of newspapers was spread across the coffee table, shoes and pantyhose were lying on the floor, books were scattered around the room… the place was a catastrophe.

 

She ran around the room picking up items and shoving them out of sight, carrying items back and forth to throw into closets and hide under furniture. It’s ridiculous to clean up for moving men her logical mind insisted, but her body kept moving.

 

A knocking sound startled her, and she spun back to see both men in front of the window watching her. The dark-haired one was very tall, his broad shoulders spanning a full window pane as he stood with his arms folded over his chest. He smiled at her, his white teeth gleaming, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark, wraparound sunglasses. The second was only slightly shorter but almost as broad through the shoulders. His sandy blond hair hung into his eyes as he shielded them with one enormous hand against the window’s glare.

 

Oh, God, how beautiful were they? She quickly examined their ring fingers; not a wedding band in sight.

 

Her logical mind once more tried to assert reason. That means nothing–remember your most recent catastrophe? Men are scum!

 

 She did remember, but her body didn’t seem to care. Her flesh tingled as if the blood that had stopped cold in her veins this afternoon had once more begun to flow. As the taller one lifted his glasses and stared at her behind impossibly long eyelashes, the memory of today’s debacle backed farther into the early evening light. The shorter one rapped on the window again.

 

“You gonna let us in?”

 

–copyright 2008, Summer Alan

Chatting with Bree of Moira Rogers Fame on new book

When I’d originally written Two Men and a Truck, I didn’t realize the problems with trademark I might have. Fortunately, the editor did and I’ve changed it since submitting the story. Meanwhile, a few of my writer friends have been giving me a hard time about it. Bree of Moira Rogers fame, for example.

 

 

breecita: omg, the blog reminds me…

breecita: I just had to e-mail Two Men & a Truck for an estimate.  LOL

breecita: I laughed THE WHOLE TIME

Summer Alan: LMAO

Summer Alan: estimate: 6′ 2″, 189 pounds…

breecita: hahaha! “$90/hour?  That’s downright affordable!”

breecita: for some HOT STUDLY MOVIN’ ACTION

Summer Alan: shouldn’t take more than 2-3 hours, 2-3 guys…yeah, that’ll work! Let’s schedule a “move”.

breecita: hahaha. paaaahty

breecita: I think I’ll have to go with someone else if we move…I’d laugh at them THE WHOLE TIME

Summer Alan: i had to change the title of course, but i’m telling ya. that could UP BUSINESS

 

It’s a tough life being a writer…so many things to consider. LOL

YAY COVER ART! WE CAN MOVE YOU

L. Shannon and Moira Reid – Steel City Vampires

L. Shannon and Moira Reid have written two of the Vampire Oracle books for Cobblestone Press.

L. Shannon’s is LOVE and will be released the first week of August.

Moira Reid’s is SUNLIGHT and will be released the first week of September.

They have written a companion book, WELCOME HOME, that features both heroes from their Oracle books and it will be available as a FREE DOWNLOAD soon! (They’ve promised to keep me updated because I get to give away copies, too! I have written about another vampire hero in the “Steel City Vampires” series named Pagan. His book has not been accepted for publication yet, but I have high hopes. I’ll keep you posted on that, too!)

Excerpt from Welcome Home

Kalib spun around to face his living nightmare. “What the hell are you doing to her?”

 

David gazed at his fingernails. “Exactly what I said I would do if you tried to run from me again. I told you to remember France. This is me helping you remember it.”

 

“She has nothing to do with us. Release her, David.”

 

“You will beg, or she will die. Those are your options.” He smiled, the evil beauty of his face horrifying to behold. “Don’t wait too long. The subsonic will kick in soon, and the precious little mind I sense you so blindingly admire in her will melt like vanilla ice cream in July.”

 

David was many things: a selfish, self-absorbed vampire and a murderer, but he was not a liar. She would be dead within minutes if he did nothing to stop him.

 

“Beg for what, David?”

 

“You know what,” he said. “Don’t waste precious time with stupid questions. You always did think you could barter for more time. This is all the time we have for her tonight. Beg me to live here with you, and I won’t kill her. Waste any more of my time, and well, I hope the ground is soft outside. I hate manual labor, and digging graves is hard work.”

 

 There was no other choice. David would kill her. Even if he had a stake for David’s heart, he couldn’t use it in time to save her. He hung his head. No matter what else David was, he was still his progeny, and he could not destroy him even with all the time in the world. He hung his head and pulled her body tighter into his arms.

 

“That’s right, Kalib. We will be together forever. You know it, and I know it. One day you’ll understand and know the truth: no one will ever love you as I. None other than I. Now.” He closed the distance between them instantly. “Beg me.”

 

“David.” He choked out the words between clenched teeth. “Live here with me, and release her.”

 

–copyright 2008, L. Shannon and Moira Reid