Welcome guest author,
Patricia Pellicane
Who is Patricia?
Patricia Pellicane lives with her husband on Long Island in New York
Patricia’s fans can contact her at, ppellicane@gmail.com or stop in at her website at www.patriciapellicane.com Click under Books for a list of her twenty two printed published books and About Me to catch a glimpse of what Patricia thinks about life in general and more.
Tasty tidbits about Patricia
Q: Do you write under a pseudonym?
A: No. I’ll never build up a fan base if I change my name
Q: What is your favorite season?
A: Spring. Thank God winter is over.
Q: What is your favorite movie?
A: Casablanca
Q: If you could be any animal what would it be?
A: A housecat.
Q: Have you ever gone commando (no underwear)?
A: Sure
Q&A with Patricia...
Q: What genre/s do you write?
A: Erotic historical and contemporary romances. M/F They say write what you know and I only know M/F relationships.
Q: They do say that :-). When not writing, what hobbies/interests do you have?
A: Cooking. I’m always trying new recipes.
Q: I'm myself am more of a baker, which I could really cook though. What is your latest book about? When did/does it come out?
A: My latest book came out on August 2. ‘Then Came Love’. It’s an I hate your guts love story. Jackie walked away from Rick the night before they were due to marry. A year later they meet again and sparks fly. Published by Total-e-bound
Q: Sounds intriguing! Was there anything that inspired you to write it?
A: No, I just like stories where lovers were torn apart and are thrown back together again. Makes for interesting reading when strong emotions are in the mix. And nothing is stronger than love and hate.
Q: Those are some of the best reads. If so what do they say about it?
A: My family is very proud, but wondering why I’m not rich. I wonder the same thing.
Q: I too wonder that about myself. It is always good to have a supportive family. What are your thoughts on eBook piracy?
A: I make pennies as it is and they steal that. A real class act. There should be strong penalties to pay. If you stole books from a store, what would happen to you? It’s the same thing.
Q: Powerful words, Patricia, but so very true. If you could do one taboo thing what would it be and why?
A: I’d never do it but it sounds intriguing. I write about these things instead. How about a one night stand, no names.
Q: Ohh, naughty, Patricia. If you could go on a date with anyone (and I mean anyone) who would it be and why?
A: Neil de Grasse Tyson, astrophysicist and director of the Hayden Planetarium. This guy is brilliant. Love to listen to smart people, especially when they have a good sense of humor.
Q: Brains over brawn, huh, those sometimes are the best. Do you think there is a difference between making love and having sex?
A: Absolutely. Both have their place.
Q: So true. Do you have any series out? If so what is it about?
A: My next book, due out on November 9 is the third book in a series. Set in Yuma , Arizona
I want to thank Patricia for taking the time to do this interview. If you want to find out more about Patricia's current or upcoming releases, stop by her site at: http://www.patriciapellicane.com/index.html
See what's coming out by Patricia Pellicane...
HEAT LIGHTNING
By
Patricia Pellicane
Release date November 9, 2010
by Resplendence Publishing
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Excerpt:
Two nights later Abby sat at her mother’s kitchen table and behind her spectacles blinked her pretty, dark blue eyes. “Who won?”
“I did, sweetie,” her mother said as she gathered both the cards and the money at the center of her table toward her.
“I thought the sayin’ goes, something like, unlucky at cards, lucky at love?”
Lilly flashed Jeb a smile. “Seems I’m lucky at both.”
“Are we finished?” Abby asked.
“Not unless you want to stop,” Jeb returned.
“Oh no. I think this is great fun.”
“I’m afraid I have to get up early so this will probably be my last hand,” Mr. Blake said.
“Oh please, Mr. Blake. Don’t go yet. I’m having such a good time.”
The cards were gathered together, shuffled and handed to Abby. “Oh, I think I’d better not deal. I’m not sure I could. Would you deal for me?” she asked Linc.
“Sure.”
The cards were dealt, bets laid and each party asked for two or three until it was Abby’s turn. She simply asked, “I’m sorry to be such a pain, but I keep forgetting. If I have a king, queen, jack, ten and a nine. Is that any good?”
All around the table muttered groans of one sort or another as they threw their cards into the center and to Abby’s delight, she was told she won.
They played a few more hands. Abby won three in a row. It was the last hand when she asked, “Is it a good thing if all the cards have that same little diamond shape at the edge? Is that called a full house?” Everyone, again with groans of despair, threw their cards into the center of the table.
Abby grinned and took the money. But before her cards were slipped back into the deck Linc took them and frowned. “You could get shot for cheating at cards, you know.”
“Me?” she blinked and asked in all innocence. “When did I cheat?” she asked as she took the cards and suddenly with nimble fingers was able to shuffle them better than any dealer he’d ever seen, before laying them out in a smooth perfect semi-circle near the center of the table.
Linc’s dark gaze narrowed threateningly. “You said you had a flush.”
Abby shook her head and grinned as she counted her winnings and in exaggerated innocence returned, “If I remember correctly, what I said was, ‘if all the cards have that little diamond thing, is that called a full house’?”
Jeb was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes with the back of his hands, while Lilly grinned. “I knew I didn’t make a mistake sending you off to school.”
Linc gaze narrowed threateningly. “I owe you for that.”
“Yeah?” she turned to sneer in his direction. “Why don’t you try and collect it, mister.”
* * * *
His mouth pulled sharply away from hers. Cheek to cheek, they gasped for their every breath, when she groaned, “You’re ruining everything.”
“Am I?” He smiled as he pulled back a bit and ran his thumb over her lips. “What did I ruin?
She shook her head. “I’m engaged.”
“Are you?” He looked at her eyes. “And you love him?”
“Would I marry him if I didn’t?”
Linc grinned, took her hand and said, “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“The barn.”
Abby made a low protesting sound deep in her throat, even as she allowed him to take her hand and lead her from the porch. “I don’t think…”
“Sometimes you’re better off if you don’t.” At the barn he turned to face her with a grin. “If you loved him, you would have said you do.” He moved her so he could press her up against the inside wall. “So why are you marrying him?”
“How is anything I do your business?”
“I want you.”
“I hate you.”
“Jesus,” he shook his head. “I don’t care,” he said as his mouth lowered again to hers.
* * * *
Abby arched her neck, her back, and finally her hips, the movement bringing them closer together. He was gasping for his every breath. “Don’t move,” he warned. “I need to wait.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re new at this and it won’t be good for you if I don’t wait.”
“It feels pretty good so far.”
“That felt better than pretty good and don’t be a brat.”
“That felt better than pretty good and don’t be a brat.”
Abby laughed, and the laughter caused her muscles to squeeze tighter around his cock. He trembled in mind-shattering pleasure. “Jesus.”
“Are you sure you want to wait?”
“Oh my God, are you trying to tease me into making love to you?”
“Me? I wouldn’t think of it, I’m sure.”
“When you stretch like that, I’m damn near…Jesus, I’m crazy about you.”
“You’re crazy period.”
Gently slowly he began to move into her and out and then deep into her once more. “Kiss me again.”
She groaned at the sensations he was causing her. “I don’t kiss strange men.”
Linc laughed.
“And you are the strangest man I’ve met to date.”
“Kiss me anyway.”
“I suppose I could spare a kiss,” she shrugged, then gasped as the sensations began again, the tightening across her stomach, the heavy ache for more of this magic. “But only one mind you.”
“I only want one,” he said as he pushed harder, deeper into her. “Make it a good one, it’ll have to last me some.”
“Will it? I wonder why?” she asked as her mouth teased his. She rubbed her lips back and forth, soft, softer, tempting his to part and when he did, she sucked the taste of him into her, devouring him with teeth and tongue, she sought out every hot delicious mysterious crevice
And then she forgot their teasing words. Forgot to think, forgot everything, but the need for more of this delicious man. Her thoughts and vision, her entire world narrowed into one desperate tormented purpose. She had to have more. He had to give her more.
And he did. He gave and he gave until she thought she couldn’t bear the pleasure another second and keep a thread of her mind.
Her body grew tight, tighter, hard and harder. “More,” she grunted above the sounds of their desperate breaths. “You have to give me more.”
“Yes,” he managed. “I can hardly hear above the pounding of blood in my head, my ears. I think you’re killing me and Jesus, I have to.”
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