Saturday, February 09, 2008

Dawn Thompson - Adieu

Dawn Thompson, author of paranormal romances such as Blood Moon and Lord of the Deep, passed away yesterday. A woman who always greeted you with a smile, she will be sorely missed. I can only imagine the tales she had yet to tell. For me, Dawn played a major role in my tales making their way to publication. As a new, unpublished author, I once asked Dawn for some advice. I couldn't understand why my manuscripts kept getting rejected. After a few prodding questions from her and then some pointers and advice, I went home and rewrote an entire manuscript. That manuscript was Hunting Diana, my first paperback. Come to think about it, I actually wrote the first ten pages of No One But Madison using her advice. Then I read it and realized that those ten pages blew away what I'd written so far of Hunting Diana. Sadly, that was about 2/3 of it! And so I rewrote it. It would have been easy to pick at Dawn's brain after that. I had so many questions! But I realized that her career was taking off. And so...I would bide my time until we met at LIRW meetings or the luncheon. She would greet me with that smile. And with advice. And excitement over the success of her books.

Adieu, Dawn. Your readers will miss you.


Thursday, April 06, 2006

Doreen Orsini's April Vampire Hunk Hunt - Tomas

Last month we hunted and found Lucian, the hero in Hunting Diana, Book One of The Vampire's of Mina's Cove. This month we will hunt for the perfect picture of Tomas, Lucian's cousin.

To enter, join my group, Doreen Orsini Romancers (the link is on the right of this post) then go hunting! When you find a picture you feel is Tomas, enter it in the "Tomas Entries" photo album on my Doreen Orsini Romancers group site.

Last month I supplied an excerpt from Hunting Diana. For Tomas, I can not do that. All excerpts with any description of Tomas give away too many clues and might ruin the story. So I will give you a brief description and a sneak peak into Book Two of The Vampire's of Mina's Cove.

First a brief description...Born a vampire, Tomas grew up in Mina's Cove. Other than his fangs, bloodlust, sensitivity to sunlight, and odd sleeping habits, he is quite the normal, modern young man. At thirty, he is only five years past maturity. Shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, a body most young women find irresistable, and a contagious smile make him one of the most sought after and loved vamps in Mina's Cove.

Remeber, every picture will be an entry. There is no limit!
DEADLINE: April 30th
PRIZE: A free download of Hunting Diana and a Hunting Diana t-shirt!

(This excerpt is unedited and unproofed and may differ from the final version.) Copyright 2006 Doreen Orsini

Tomas opened his eyes just as the last, waning rays of sunlight faded from his room. The woman he’d brought home from the club last night sat naked on his desk munching on a strawberry while she watched the T.V. A bowl filled with fruit sat wedged between her legs. He watched her eat three more before she glanced at the bed.
Finding him awake, her face lit up. Her hand disappeared behind the bowl. He lifted his head for a better view but couldn’t see anything except her wrist. When her hand reappeared it held his remote. She aimed it at the T.V., pressed the power button, and dropped it on the desk.
“Boy, do you sleep like the dead! Don’t stay up all night often?” She lifted the bowl and hopped off the desk.
Tomas watched her walk on long muscular legs to the bed. The blond curls on her head clashed with the dark ones below. Shaved into the shape of an arrow pointing down, her mound once again had him grinning foolishly. “Huh?”
“I said it’s obvious you don’t pull many all-nighters.”
Entranced by the clean shaven skin not six inches from the edge of the bed, he mumbled, “Actually I do.”
She brought a half eaten strawberry to his lips. “Yeah, right. You slept right through Oprah.”
He smirked and enveloped the strawberry and her fingertips with his lips. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
“Miss me, Terry?” he asked, smirking.
Terry grinned. “I didn’t think you’d remember my name.”
He reached out and ran his finger down the arrow. “I only yelled it out about a dozen times last night. God, you’re insatiable.”
“That’s me.” she said, her voice suddenly hoarse. “But you and your friend may have had something to do with that.” She nodded her head down towards his cock. “Damn, you’re big! Biggest I’ve had yet.”
He pulled her down onto the bed sending the bowl and its contents crashing to the floor. “You’re full of shit, Terry. Nobody as promiscuous as you make yourself out to be can be. . .” he sank his finger into her pussy, “this tight.”
“I’ve slept with too many men to count. Tomas!”
Torturing her clit until she tried to wriggle away, he added two more fingers and fluttered them against the moist flesh. “Fess up, Terry. How many?”
“At least fifty.” she said, then squealed when he spread his fingers wide. “Okay, okay, you’re only my seventh!”
“Seventh guy or seventh time?” He brought his other hand to a pert nipple and squeezed.
“Okay! Okay! Seventh guy and seventh time! Stop, I can’t take it.” she cried.
He frowned. “I don’t get it.” Last night, she’d worn him out. “I mean, Terry, we broke my record, last night. And you’re telling me you only did it once with each of them?”
She ran her hand down over his abs. “So.”
“So, why?” Watching her slender fingers move closer to the black curls surrounding his rock-hard cock, he thought he’d burn up faster than if he stood beneath the sun.
When she didn’t answer, he hooked her chin with his fingers. Crimson stains covered her cheeks. He couldn’t believe, but this bold, outspoken woman who had shocked even him with the things she’d blithely said last night, was blushing. He wrapped a blonde lock of hair around his finger and tugged until she lay down in the crook of his arm, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Her eyes met his then focused on her fingers as they played with the dark hair on his chest.
“Why not with them?” he asked, the mere mention of others somehow angering him.
“I didn’t like it.”
“You? No way.” He laughed then clamped his mouth shut. His erection, constant from the moment he saw her lick the strawberry juice from her fingers, shriveled. “You’ve been faking it?”
Terry closed her eyes. “Yeah, every single one.”
“Every one?” When she nodded, the previous night played over in his head. Every scream, every moan. He’d never be the same, never again enjoy a good screw without wondering.
Diego wouldn’t care since he only used foreplay to keep them moving toward his own climax. He could give a shit whether his partner came or not.
Tomas stared at the water stain above his head, the impact of her words rocking him. God, he might never shoot another load.
“I never could understand it,” she mumbled, “It’s not like they weren’t hot or anything, and they did all the right things. God, one even had a whole shelf devoted to books on satisfying a woman. But I never seemed able to feel anything. So, I’d make up some excuse and leave.”
“You just left?” His shaft twitched. “Right away?”
“Because you didn’t want to fake it again.” His erection returned.
Terry raised her head. “Tomas, I’m not that good an actress. They’d definitely have caught on.”
“So I’m the first one to make it to round two.” He wanted to believe it was because she had no need to fake it, but he had to be sure.
“Why bother with round two if I didn’t get blown away by round one?” She reached down and stroked his growing arousal. “God, you’re hot.”
“I work out.” He flexed his muscles, smugly absorbing that he had succeeded where others had failed. Damn, he must be good.
“Jerk, I meant your cock. It’s so hot.”

Happy Hunting!!


Saturday, April 01, 2006



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    Another hot shot from our Vampire Hunk Hunt. Join the fun, post a picture, and receive entry into my March Madness Contest (details below). Subscribe to my group Doreen Orsini's Romancers. Link is on the right!

    Tuesday, February 28, 2006

    MARCH MADNESS CONTESTVampires of Mina's Cove - Lucian

    Here it is! An excerpt that should give you an idea of what the picture for Lucian should look like. First ten to post a picture will receive Romantic Days Erotic Nights, a cookbook with recipes of romance authors (including my recipe for Succulent Shrimp). At the end of the month, I will announce which picture will go up on THE VAMPIRES OF MINA'S COVE as Lucian. The person who posted that picture will receive a box of Godiva chocolates. So, read the following excerpt then start hunting!

    (The following is an unedited, unproofed excerpt from Hunting Diana and may differ from the final version. Copyright 2006 Doreen Orsini)

    A sudden shift in the crowd around the bar and an elbow in her back propelled Diana forward. If a strong hand hadn't emerged and clamped around her left arm, she would have slammed into a barstool. Her gaze dropped to the long fingers wrapped around her arm. Oh, God, she knew that hand, had seen it at the lake erupting from the swirling mist that had always left her yearning for its touch.

    Her phantom lover.

    Phantom...or vampire?

    Swallowing the scream that would have ripped through the din of voices if her lungs hadn't shut down, she forced herself to look away from her phantom's hand. Her gaze slid past the black hair sprinkling the taut muscles along his forearm, past the biceps bulging out from a short, white sleeve, past the raven-black hair that fell in soft waves to his shoulders. When she finally saw his face--the stubble coating his chiseled jaw, chin, and cheeks and surrounding full, soft lips parted in a crooked smile--whatever breath she'd managed to drag into her lungs whooshed out with a wheezing scream. She'd kissed those lips, felt them take possession of her mouth, glide along her jaw and down her neck. Oh God, every nerve in her body tingled from the memory even as her body started to tremble with fear.

    Tearing her gaze from his mouth, she peered up into the same midnight-blue eyes that had taken her breath away in her dream last night. The pain she'd felt in that dream, the horrible burning in her veins returned with a vengeance. Diana drew in a sharp breath. Her legs buckled.

    Darkness obliterated the face of her phantom lover.

    (Ok, I have to post the first entries. All others can be viewed by joining my group, doreenorsiniromancers, using the yahoo button on the right. IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE!)

    Saturday, February 25, 2006

    March Madness Contest!!!

    Hunting Diana, my erotic paranormal romance, will be released in July. To celebrate, I'm building a page on my website devoted to the Vampires of Mina's Cove. Hunting Diana is Lucian's story, but you'll also meet three other vampires who will have their stories told. Four months until publication, four hunky vampires.

    Finding a dark, sensual man to represent each vampire isn't easy. Help me out. Send me your hunks, your studs, your eye candy. While I would rather imagine how endowed they are, I'm quite open to bun shots. Just remember to include another with their face in your entry. Looks will matter!

    Starting March 1st, I'll open each month with a description of that month's vampire. Post a picture that matches my description. Someone you think portrays every woman's dream vampire. Maybe you'll find a studly vampire on the web. Maybe he's the love of your life and this is your chance to show him off! Maybe the love of your life was a hottie years ago. Mine was. Rummage through those old pictures. Here's my love when we first married.

    God, this picture still turns me on. Ok...where was I?

    Oh, my contest. Since this month's contest will help us get through the last month of winter, I'm calling it the March Madness Contest.

    So lets gear up for a great spring. Come back on March 1st for the first Vampires description. Each person who posts a picture will get an entry into the March Madness Contest. The winner will receive a box of Godiva chocolate!

    Happy hunting!!!

    And now for a poem...Mina's Prophecy.

    When stars burst free from sunlight's glare,
    The moon regains its throne in air
    The creatures of the night then whisper,
    Our future changed when Dracula kissed her
    The beast who once would kill for fun,
    Gave up his life so she could run
    God's Angels touched by love so pure,
    Bestowed a gift of life secured
    And now his children who once were wild,
    In Mina's Cove live meek and mild
    And blood still holds a strong attraction,
    But only when combined with passion
    It is foretold a woman scorned
    Shall risk it with a trusting pawn
    A rose so pure, a rose so white
    Will blind him with its brilliant light
    If two do not unite as one,
    We all will lose what we have won

    Copyright 2006 Doreen Orsini


    Thursday, January 26, 2006


    Hi all! Welcome to my blog. Here you'll find word of my contests, upcoming releases, news, and some tasty excerpts. Visit my website for more excerpts and news. You just might find a page loaded with eye candy! Keeping you up to date, shortly before Christmas, I sold three books to Triskelion Publishing. Did the happy dance for a few hours before settling down to work. It's been hectic. Suddenly, I must share my writing time with my promoting time. Which, considering the heat level of my novels, means cutting down on some heavy fantasizing. *sigh*
    In case you didn't notice in the thirty other places I posted the pic to the left, I have my first cover! Once again, thanks Kristi and Gail for getting this done so quickly and for giving No One But Madison such a hot cover. And perfect! Madison spends quite a bit of time on her Master's lap...please remember that below is an unedited, unproofed excerpt! And yes, it is copyrighted to me. ; )

    "Drake?" Madison glanced down at their clasped hands as he hailed a cab.
    "Yeah? "
    "Why are you being so nice?" She hesitated at the curb as he opened the door.
    He laughed. "You say that like I'm not a nice guy."
    "You know what I mean."
    "I may own you this week, but," he hesitated and nodded towards the cab, you're my slave only when it comes to sex, Madison. Otherwise, you and I are all ways."
    She slid in and pressed her hand over the butterflies taking flight in her chest.
    "Tenth and University," he slammed the door and frowned. "Get over here, she-cat." Smoothly, effortlessly, which considering her size was quite a feat, he lifted her onto his lap. Rubbing his knuckles over her crimson cheeks, he whispered, "I'm not a bad guy, Madison. And you'll soon discover that I'm not a bad Master, either."
    "Where are we going?" Her breathless voice sounded alien to her ears.
    "Where I keep all my possessions. Home."
    "Possessions? Home? Listen, I never agreed..."
    His mouth silenced her then his tongue delved between her lips, devoured her mouth and branded her his. "Ready to learn about freedom through slavery?"
    His hand slid under her sweater and meandered up her inner thigh. She tried to push it back as she nodded toward the driver.
    "This is out of your control, slave," he whispered against her lips. "Now, close your eyes like a good slave and let go."
    Madison peeked at the back of the driver's head. Drake touched her cheek with his finger and turned her face to his.
    "Close your eyes, baby."
    Madison snagged her lower lip between her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. "Drake, please..."
    "Maybe I'll shield you from his eyes...maybe I won't," he whispered, capturing her lip and pulling it free.
    If she'd ever gone to a therapist and revealed all her fantasies, Madison would have some case against him for breaching doctor patient confidentiality. She could swear someone told Drake each and every wicked dream she'd ever had. She prayed he would shield her, fantasized that he didn't. The hem of her dress slid up her thighs. Fingers caressed her skin, slid under her knee. She felt Drake shift under her and tried to focus on the direction they faced, but his tongue plunged into her mouth and scattered her thoughts. Like a drowning victim bursting out of the water before sinking back under, she managed to break free of the effects of his kiss just long enough to realize her legs were splayed open while his fingers slid up her inner thigh. She gasped from the touch of his fingertips against the sensitive skin of her nether lips. His hand retreated down her leg.
    Wriggling, she whispered on a breathy sigh, "Free me."
    She felt his lips smiling as they slid down her neck to her collarbone. Her dress slid higher. His hand delved between her splayed legs.