"Gabrielle Holly spins her stories in a way that will take you on an emotional rollercoaster you'll never forget!"
~Paranormal Romance Junkies

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The New York Cocktail

I am a woman of huge appetites: food, drink and sex. Everything I do, I do big. This past holiday season I set a new personal best. I think if I’d had my blood drawn on January 1st, it would have been 50% high fructose corn syrup and 50% Canadian Whisky.
Even I have my limits and for the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to get myself on the straight and narrow. I quit my month-long love affair with Christmas cookies and have dialed back on cocktail hour. I couldn’t help but notice that we’ve had a bit of a dry spell on the Cocktail Recipes front, so out of love for you, Darlings, I took a teetering step off of the wagon to taste test a new Lusty Libation. I hope you’ll enjoy The New York Cocktail.
Oh, you noticed that I didn’t mention trying to curb the third of my great appetites? No, Darlings, that wasn’t an oversight.
xoxo ~ Gabrielle
The New York Cocktail

Ingredients (makes two):
·        4 oz blended whiskey (I used Windsor Canadian, of course)
·        2 oz freshly-squeezed lemon juice (I used lovely little Meyer lemons)
·        2 tsp sugar + extra for the rim
·        1.5  tsp grenadine (I used Rose’s)
·        Splash lemon-lime soda (I used Diet 7-Up)
·        lemon twist for garnish
·        Ice
1.     Pour whisky, lemon juice, sugar and grenadine over ice in a glass measuring cup.
2.     Stir well to chill.
3.     Add soda to taste (without it this cocktail is VERY SWEET!)
4.     Rub lemon rind around the rim of a martini glass then dip glass in sugar.
5.     Carefully strain cocktail into glass so as not to disturb the sugared rim.
6.     Garnish with the lemon twist.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Delivering Kadlin is an Instant Bestseller!

Good Morning, Darlings!

I had a fitful night.  I woke up just past midnight - edgy and full of nervous energy. I couldn't settle back in until after 4 a.m.

I always get this way when I have a new book come out. In the days - and nights - following a book release I find it hard to focus and my productivity suffers. I fall in love with the characters I create and fret about them finding their way into the hearts of readers as well.

This morning I learned that my worry was for naught. My new historical erotic romance “Delivering Kadlin” is already a bestseller!

Still mourning the death of her beloved father, Kadlin is sent to live with her only remaining family and soon finds herself offered up to an aging jarl as payment for her uncle’s gambling debt. The handsome, enigmatic Viking who is tasked with bringing Kadlin to her future husband is harboring painful secrets of his own. Will the Viking be able to heal both of their hearts while delivering Kadlin?
If you haven’t picked up your copy yet, I hope you will. You can read the first four pages at All Romance eBooks and you’ll find an ADULTS ONLY excerpt here.
If you already have discovered “Delivering Kadlin,” thank you! I am so grateful for the love and support of my readers.

Now that I know Bjorn and Kadlin are finding their way in the world, I can get back to writing. Tonight, no doubt, I will sleep well.

With Love and Gratitude,

xoxo ~Gabrielle

"Delivering Kadlin" available now from Resplendence Publishing. Also available from All Romance eBooks.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

EXCERPT ALERT - "Delivering Kadlin"

Happy Wednesday, Darlings!

I'm thrilled to announce the release of "Delivering Kadlin," my new erotic romance from Resplendence Publishing.

This book was written at the suggestion of my Resplendence Publishing editor. She so loved the Viking fantasy character in "Dressed for Success" that she asked me to write a historical erotic romance based on that hero. That simple request turned into a thrilling journey. I loved doing research on the Viking age, but the most exciting thing was where the characters led me.

"Delivering Kadlin" is a love story, first and foremost, but it's also about the characters' journey to self-discovery and bondage and release. I fell in love with Bjorn and Kadlin and I hope you will too.

The book is absolutely for ADULTS ONLY, it includes explicit sex, bondage, spanking, dominance, submission, oral sex and forced orgasm.

Here's a little peek into their world.

Enjoy, Darlings!

xoxo ~Gabrielle

Still mourning the death of her beloved father, Kadlin is sent to live with her only remaining family and soon finds herself offered up to an aging jarl as payment for her uncle’s gambling debt. The handsome, enigmatic Viking who is tasked with bringing Kadlin to her future husband is harboring painful secrets of his own. Will the Viking be able to heal both of their hearts while delivering Kadlin?

Excerpt from “Delivering Kadlin”

… He loomed over her, his hands clenching and opening, his jaw tensing and relaxing as he seemed to fight to gain control over his temper. Kadlin jutted out her chin and held his stare though she was quaking inside. He pulled in a deep breath through his nose then spoke slowly and quietly, taking obvious effort not to shout at her. “You’ve no more sense than a kid goat. Do you have any idea—”

“It’s just a stupid pony!” she interrupted.

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Do you think I’m angry about the damned pony?” he roared. “You could have been killed! You’re lucky you weren’t killed when you were thrown. And there are wolves and bears in those woods that would love to feast on a plump little morsel like you.”

Kadlin thought she heard his rage tempered with genuine concern. For the first time, she felt as if he saw her as something more than a debt marker. His charge was to make sure that no harm came to her, and she had no doubt that he would sooner die than fail. Though she had been terrified during her short-lived escape attempt, the moment he’d found her—as furious as he’d obviously been—she had known she was safe. His strength was her shield. The realization softened her.
He seemed so proud and determined and unlike any man she’d ever met. The cloud of bitterness and anger that had hung over Kadlin began to fade. She glanced up at the Viking, and it was as if she was only now able to see him clearly. She studied the sharp angles of his face and realized how truly handsome he was. His eyes were as green as the pines, and when she looked into them she felt bared.
Kadlin drew in a deep breath and his blazing stare dropped to her breasts. His biceps flexed as his angry grip loosened and he began to massage her flesh. The feel of his big hands on her was exhilarating, and the fire in his eyes was even more so. Something deep inside Kadlin stirred. The place between her trail-sore thighs throbbed with a much sweeter ache. She looked over his bare chest and flat belly. The taut skin was cut through with sharp valleys between the muscles. She could not stop herself. She reached out and touched him. She swept her palm over one side of his chest, and the tiny nipple puckered and hardened beneath her hand. She looked up at him. He was staring into her but made no move to stop her. His expression remained stone-like, but his breaths came quicker and she felt his heartbeat galloping in his chest.
She was emboldened by the knowledge that she had sway over the giant. She glanced down and saw that his manhood had grown hard and pushed out the front of his trousers. The corner of her mouth jerked upward, and she met his gaze again.
The Viking’s eyes narrowed. His hands still rested on her shoulders. She touched the tip of her finger to his breastbone and began trailing downward. Breaking his resolve became her sole focus.
When she’d nearly reached the center of his belly, he said, “Stop.”
Kadlin knew that she was playing a dangerous game and the stakes excited her. She blinked up at him with mock innocence while she circled his navel with her finger. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the fire circle. He sat down on a saddle and pulled her downward until she knelt beside him. He untied the belt that held her leather pouch and tossed it aside. The place between her legs pulsed and grew wet when she thought that she’d soon be straddling him, sliding up and down on his hard rod.
Instead, the Viking pulled her across his lap, face-down with her stomach on his thighs and Kadlin realized that he meant to discipline her for baiting him. Her heartbeat thundered and heat gathered between her legs at the thought of it. She felt his erection against her side and understood that he would enjoy the task. He laid one forearm across her shoulder blades then yanked her tunic up and her trousers down until her bare backside was covered only by sky. With no preamble at all, he brought down his hand on one round cheek, and the loud slap stirred the birds from the trees. The sting was immediate and exquisite. She looked over her shoulder at him. Desire blazed through her body and must have shown on her face because his hand came down again and again.
“Gods, yes!” she cried.
His hand remained on her hot skin for a moment.
“More?” he asked in a near whisper. He was breathless, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the effort of the spanking or the lust it fueled.
“More,” she begged and turned her face toward the ground.
His palm came down three more times, and with each blow, the contact inched closer to her tingling sex. Heat spread across her buttocks and into her most tender place. She didn’t think she could bear another stroke. He raised his arm again.
“Please stop, Bjorn,” she whimpered and realized she was crying.
He gently laid his palm on her and petted the hot flesh with a feather-light touch. He leaned over and blew on the punished skin. He lifted his arm from her back and reached into her tunic. He fondled her breast as the hand on her backside dropped to the hot, wet place between her thighs…

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Year - New Tradition

Happy New Year Darlings!
Each New Year brings with it the promise of a fresh start and a shiny new bundle of optimistically-made resolutions. My good intentions are generally dashed by reality long before Valentine’s Day. This year I’ve decided to do things a bit differently. I will not begin 2013 with an idealized profile of who I hope to be and what I hope to have by the next December 31st. Instead I resolve to take a moment each day to be thankful for what already is.
In the U.S., it’s traditional to count one’s blessings on the fourth Thursday of November – Thanksgiving Day. Truth be told, that day is often spent sitting in front of the television watching football (the American version with the oddly shaped ball), and feasting until we have pumpkin pie filling oozing from our ears. I’ve always wondered why we set aside one measly day each year to give thanks and then do such a piss-poor job of it.
As I was noodling over the flaws and shortcomings of various holidays, I received an email from a dear friend of mine – a pottery artist who creates delightfully whimsical pieces and is herself what I call a Certified Joyologist. The times I spend hanging out with her in her studio are magical and I always leave in a better mood than I arrived. In her latest email she shared a photo she’d stumbled upon while surfing the ‘net. It was an old pickle jar stuffed with little strips of paper. The email said:
“Why not start the year with an empty jar and fill it with notes about all the good things that happen? Then, on New Year’s Eve, empty it out and read about all the wonderful things that happened that year.”
Now that’s a resolution I can get my arms around. I am grateful every day for being able to do what I love. I’m grateful for family and friends who support me and my dreams. I’m grateful for visionary publishers and gifted editors. I’m grateful for the folks who read my books, fall in love with the characters, and take the time to tell me so. I’m grateful that I have 365 days to jot down the good stuff on little slips of paper…
… I think I’m going to need a bigger jar.
Gabrielle's "Good Stuff" Jar
Wishing you a year filled with too many blessings to fit in a pickle jar,
xoxo ~Gabby