Aliyah Burke ~ Sensuality in Romance

Mornin’ y’all;

I’m excited about my release today. This is Justin/Kathryn’s story. I have the second in the antho Taken with Yvette Hines and Bridget Midway. Yvette started the stories off with Stealing the Bride and Bridget will finish it up with Carried Away. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.

It’s available at Whispers (click the image) and also at ARe.

Have a great day!

Happy reading,

~Aliyah

I love a dog.  He does nothing for political reasons.

~Will Rogers

Here is a short excerpt of my upcoming release from Whispers. If You Dare is scheduled for release 16 Mar 2012.

Stepping beside her, he glanced at her and gave a nod. Her brown eyes widened slightly, filling with admiration and feminine approval before it faded and he was left with a blank gaze.
“Out shooting more pictures?” he asked to break the ice.
She began to frown before it changed to a smile. The change was stunning and he took it along with a roundhouse to this gut, robbing him of his breath. When she smiled, she lit up the room. All too soon it vanished though.
“No. I had to take that one to prove I actually got on the ship. One each day there and back.” She sounded so exasperated.
“You didn’t want to come on the cruise?”
The doors slid open and they both walked in. She depressed the button and he remained where he was. Yes! We’re on the same floor.
“Can’t say that I did.”
His curiosity was piqued. “Who would turn down a cruise?”
“Me. If I would have had the sense God gave a mule and kept my mouth shut about it to my two best friends.”
Her forcefulness about the issue surprised him. “So, that’s why you have to send the daily pictures, to prove you didn’t ditch.”
She leaned back against the wall and gave a sharp nod. “Exactly.”
The elevator stopped and he didn’t want to let her go. “Would like to grab a drink?”
Her gaze traveled over him, head to foot and back up again. “Sure.”
He flashed a grin, pressed the Close Door button followed by another for a different floor. Soon they were seated at a small table in a restaurant. He would have loved to sit with her outside on a chaise but he noticed how she shied away from that.
“So, tell me more about the two friends who hoodwinked you into this trip.”

New furniture has arrived. Love my delivery guys, they’re so quick at unloading the truck! Stopping for lunch then I’m off to get some writing done. Have a great Monday!!

Writer’s meeting today. Always good to see old friends and fellow writers!

Happy Friday, y’all!

Here’s today’s quote…

Candor dat viribus alas
(Sincerity gives wings to strength)

To see the right and not to do it is cowardice.
- Confucius

Here is the first of the Stark brothers in the Born To Fly series. Enjoy!!

Bliss almost tripped over her feet when she saw Erich Stark leaning against the wall toward the back of the room, thumbs hooked in his belt loops fingers pointing toward his groin. His unwavering gaze was transfixed on her. Asshole or not, that man is just too damn fine. He never moved, just stood there and watched. She half expected him to approach her during the break when people got drinks and a bite to eat if they so desired. He didn’t. Instead he talked to the others there. His husky laughter skated up and down her spine, never letting her relax.
When she was about three quarters through, Bliss shut off the music and glanced around the group she had here and a smile crossed her face. She loved her job. “Okay. You all have done wonderfully. Is there a dance you would like to work on for the rest of the time? One you’d like a bit more practice on or something entirely new?”
“Could we learn the waltz?” a woman asked.
“Waltz? Of course.” Bliss searched for some waltzing music. “The American Waltz okay?”
Agreements reached her. She put in the CD and pressed play.
Facing the group again, she glanced at them all. “Okay, I need a partner for the…” Bliss trailed off as she watched Erich stride through the group, a natural sexy swagger with each step. He stopped before her, his lips turned up in a slight smile. “What are you doing?” she asked trying to refrain from touching his chest.
“Figured you’d need a partner, what with everyone else already paired up.”
Her mouth went dry and she could feel her belly clenching as his scent wove around her. I can do this. There was a vibe, a thread of something in his tone. Okay, if I didn’t know any better I’d bet he is commenting about something other than dancing.
“Okay, fine.” Stepping to the side of the large man, Bliss looked out at the people watching. “Major Stark has agreed to be my partner for this.” A few of the guys had knowing grins on their faces. Turning them so the other couples could see the both of them, she gulped when he settled his hand upon her below her left shoulder, the heat from his touch seared her bare skin. “We’ll do it once then I’ll break it down and we can all do it.”
“Don’t worry,” Erich murmured in a silvery timbre as he pulled her in closer, and captured her right hand, “I know how to waltz.”
“We’ll see,” she said and placed her left hand in position.
With opening chords of a new waltz  they began. Bliss couldn’t describe the feeling of being in his arms as they danced around the room. Floated would be a better word. The other couples had backed out of the way to watch. Erich hadn’t lied. The man could waltz. He was damn good. She closed her eyes and allowed the music and his touch to flow over her. He was extremely light on his feet for a large man. Each turn, every spin, each step and Bliss easily allowed him to lead. There was no need to coach Erich. His ability astounded her. I should really stop making assumptions about people.
The room erupted into cheers when the song ended. Clearing her throat, Bliss glanced at Erich and stepped back. “Very nice job.” Then she focused her attention on the others in the room and began to break down the steps with Erich helping.
At the end of the class, she finished packing all of her things in her duffle when a shadow fell over her. Turning her head, her breath hitched again at the sight of Erich standing there. And they were the only ones in the room.
“Where’d everyone go?”
“They left. I promised Tom I’d see you safely back home,” he said, stepping closer.

Nobody trips over mountains.  It is the small pebble that causes you to
stumble.  Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed
the mountain.

~Author Unknown

Got most of the stuff which needed to be moved out, out n’ in storage. Almost all of the books in my office are now and forever off the floor. It’s been a busy moving stuff weekend and day but so glad to get a bit of my house back. Now, off to see if I can actually get some writing done. Hope y’all are having a good Monday!