Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Lots of News

The news has been piling up lately! First of all...

I'm about to leave for Hawaii, where I will be getting married at the end of December. I don't expect to post much while I'm gone, but I'll be popping up on various blogs now and then.

And in writing news, I have TWO contracts to announce. GO WILD, a contemporary menage set in Alaska, will be coming out sometime early 2011 from Ellora's Cave. In June 2011, look for RESTRAINING THE RECEPTIONIST, the sequel to Training the Receptionist, which will be released by Samhain Publishing. I'm very excited about both of these stories and will share more details as they become available.

In the meantime, Happy Thanksgiving, Happy December, and Happy Holiday Season to all.

Love and Peace,

Juniper

Friday, October 29, 2010

Halloween Blog Tour

Juniper's "Freak Me Out" Halloween Contest


I'm ashamed to admit it, but this time of year freaks me out. Especially now that I'm a writer, because Halloween is when paranormal rules, when the vampires, werewolves, witches and goblins come out to play ... and kick my contemporary/historical erotic romance ass to the curb.

I want to play too! So I've decided to write a paranormal story, but I need a little help here. The paranormal world is vast and weird. I need a little direction. PLEASE, vote in the comments on your favorite type of paranormal story--or the kind you'd like to see more of. You'll be entered in my FREAK ME OUT contest. The prize? You pick a character/creature and I'll name it after you. And I'll give you a free download of my latest Ellora's Cave release, My Three Lords. Here are some options:

1. Angels and Demons
2. Witches and Wizards
3. Vampires
4. Shapeshifters
5. Psychic powers
6. Gargoyles or Goblins
7. Fill in the blank and totally freak me out!

In the meantime, please enjoy this scrumptious hunk who's still getting ready for Halloween. He doesn't quite have his clothes off yet ... he could really use a hand, don't you think?


And...there he goes. Sigh. Thanks for your help!



Now it's time to hop back on the bus and continue the blog tour. Enjoy!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Whipped Cream "Best Book" Rating

I'd like to share this wonderful review of MY THREE LORDS from Whipped Cream reviews. "Best Book" is their highest rating, so I was thrilled when I saw this. Here are a few of my favorite phrases from this review:

Ms. Bell had me gobbling up this story from the first page. It was incredibly hot and steamy.

This is a highly recommended read, for all those who enjoy when everyone wins, when the foreplay is enough to make you squirm and shake, and when the love shines through and makes you grin.


Thank you to Jonquil at Whipped Cream for such kind words.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Zillionaire Vampire Cowboy's Free Nook

I'd like to let everyone know about a new contest and hilarious serial story in the works over at The Nine Naughty Novelists.

We invite you to stop by our blog (www.ninenaughtynovelists.blogspot.com) every Thursday starting September 9th to read our steamy western paranormal category multi-part romance mashup, The Zillionaire Vampire Cowboy’s Secret Werewolf Babies (set in beautiful, bucolic Bloodsuck, TX). I've got a couple chapters in there, but I'm not telling which ones. ;)

Every blog comment you post (one comment per chapter), and every tweet/retweet using the #bloodsuck hashtag (tweets/retweets are unlimited, check the blog for details) enters you in our contest and puts you in the running to win a free nook.

So come early, come often.

Welcome to Bloodsuck. Have some wine.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Happily Ever After Review

A 5 Teacup Review for MY THREE LORDS from Happily Ever After Reviews!

"Juniper Bell has written an erotic historical that kept me glued to the pages."'

"I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Alicia’s growth and self discovery. She starts out as an unsure young wife, and discovers her hidden sexuality that she shouldn’t be ashamed of, but embrace. For a highly erotic, sensual read with a historical flare, I recommend My Three Lords."



The rest of the review can be read here. I'm celebrating with some Earl Grey tea!

Juniper

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Summer Vacation Blog Tour - F.L. Bicknell

The Darkness of Sable

by F.L. Bicknell

Published August 2010 from Passion in Print. Print and ebook (release date pending).

Blurb:

Struggling to deal with the disappearance of her daughter and in a creative slump, sculptress Sable Hendricks-Tade travels to Florida for rest and relaxation only to find herself thrust between divided paranormal worlds. One side wants her dead and the other will do anything to keep her in its "wicked" embrace. Determined to get answers, she searches for her missing daughter and spirals into the realm of immortals and goddesses where she quickly realizes her agent is her only anchor to reality. But can she trust him to keep her safe?

Thomas Valimar, a highly trained marshal working with a network of humans to maintain the line between the paranormal and human worlds, is assigned to protect Sable from the magic she doesn't realize she possesses. Operating undercover as her agent, his duty soon turns to passion as he falls for the beautiful artist.

Drawing Sable into their world of sex, magic, and intrigue, the dark forces will do anything keep Sable in t heir clutches so they may feed from her emotions and mysterious ability. Only through sheer determination and Thomas' love can Sable walk through other realms and not only battle the paranormal creatures that wish to destroy her live but save her daughter as well.

Excerpt:

Upon hearing Sable’s scream, Thomas’s blood ran cold. His startled gaze met the lovely woman’s next to him, and then he spun on his heel, facing the chaos at the dais.

Flash bulbs bombarded her with their brightness, and camera phones clicked repetitively. She scrambled to her hands and knees and then shielded her face with her hands.

Nearly everyone around him moved closer to the embarrassing scene. He scanned the crowd for anything unusual and found only the Paranorm posing as an officer. For an instant, Thomas thought he saw something else standing in the cop’s place, something tall with big, curling horns sprouting from its head. He blinked. Had he imagined it?

He took a step toward the dais, but the woman next to him grabbed his sleeve.

“Don’t.”

“I have to protect Sable,” Thomas whispered and shrugged her off.

“Protect her from what?” the beautiful black woman replied, her gaze stern. “There’s nothing there. Discretion is a big part of protecting your ward.”

He returned his attention to Sable, who accepted Isa’s proffered hand to help her up.

“Valimar, have you fallen for the woman?” she asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Yasmine,” he snarled. His heart flailed so hard he felt faint. Again, he glanced across the gala, taking in all the faces, looking for movement in shadowy corners. “What good am I as a Paranormal Marshal if I can’t protect her?”

“You forget that The Golden is with her.” She patted his arm. “Only a fool would make an attempt on Sable’s life in The Golden’s presence.”

“See that guy over there?” He inclined his head in Officer Delmont’s direction. “The one with the coal-black hair.”

“Yes.”

“What or who do you see?”

“A nice-looking man, why?”

“He’s a Paranorm, but for a moment I thought I...”

She focused jade-green eyes on Thomas.

Feeling silly, he shrugged. “Never mind. I think stress is messing with my mind.”

“Isn’t he the one assigned to help you guard Sable?”

“Yeah, but I don’t trust him.”

Yasmine snorted derisively. “Few Paranorms can be trusted, Valimar, you know that.”

“Come on.” Thomas took Yasmine’s hand and drew her toward the onlookers. “Let’s see what we can find out.”

As they shouldered through the crowd, Thomas waved to Sable, showing her he was on his way. Fear for her stomped in his heart. By the Judges power, how the hell do I protect her from something I can’t see?

He pushed past a man in a hideous green suit jacket, who wore enough cologne for twenty men. Behind him, Yasmine sniffed abruptly and then sneezed. Pausing a few feet away, Thomas witnessed unshed tears glimmering in Sable’s eyes. A lump that felt like the size of a cinder block formed in his throat. Oh, how he wanted to comfort her, to chase away her embarrassment and fear.

Drawing within earshot of the dais, Thomas heard Isa ask, “Are you all right?”

Sable bit her trembling lower lip and then nodded to Isa.

“Bless you, child.” Isa motioned, and security personnel rushed to the scene.

Thomas kept watching for stealthy movements, twinkles in his peripheral vision that denoted magic about to be used by someone, and odd nuances in a person’s eyes or form. However, nothing out of the ordinary hinted at its presence.

Officer Delmont moved closer to the scene.

If he touches Sable, I’ll beat him to death with a champagne bottle.

As if the policeman sensed Thomas’s thoughts, Officer Delmont turned toward him and smiled.

Okay, buddy. Thomas offered the cop a challenging gaze. Make one stupid move and it will be your last.

“Once you’re sure Sable is all right,” Yasmine said, her voice low, “we need to find a place to discuss some things.”

“Damn, Yasmine. This isn’t a good time. I can’t leave her here unprotected.”

“She’s with The Golden, and the Paranorm is nearby too. She’ll be fine.”

He sighed. It’s not The Golden who worries me.


Buy-it-now: http://www.passioninprint.com/future.php

Author links: http://faithbicknellbrown.com/

Join us tomorrow for an excerpt from my book on FL Bicknell's blog! http://http://faithbicknellbrown.com/blog/

Monday, August 16, 2010

Summer Vacation Blog Tour

Enjoying your summer? It's about to get even better. The Summer Vacation Blog Tour starts August 18th at Cindy Jacks' blog. Come join us!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Review of My Three Lords


I was so thrilled with this review, I had to post it! I'm a huge fan of Blackraven's Erotic Cafe -- I've had a great time being interviewed over there -- and now they've added reviews as well. Here's a couple snippets of Lea's review of My Three Lords. She gave it 5 Ravens and made it a Recommended Read.

"My Three Lords by Juniper Bell is a fabulous erotic novel. I enjoyed every word, every sentence. I suggest you head over to buy this book immediately. You won’t be sorry! My only caveat is that you not begin reading My Three Lords until you have set aside enough time to finish it because walking away from it is simply not an option..."

"Juniper Bell can always be counted on to deliver uplifting, exciting stories with wild and wonderful sensuality. This is a perfect read for those times you want to kick back, relax, and enjoy yourself."

The entire review can be read here: Blackraven's Erotic Cafe




Thursday, August 5, 2010

Nine Naughty Novelists - The New Kid

I'm so excited and honored to be the newest member of the Nine Naughty Novelists!


If you haven't seen this blog yet, you're going to love it. I've always been secretly jealous of all the fun they have over there. And now I get to join in! I'll be blogging there about twice a month, and on the 9th of every month there's a party.

Monday, August 9 will be a "Welcome Juniper" party and I'll be giving away fun prizes! (Vosges chocolate, anyone?)

And Friday, August 6, we'll be having a chat at Coffee Time Romance in their Latte Lounge, so you can get to know all the Naughty Nine. Hmm, a chance to hang out with Meg Benjamin, Kelly Jamieson, Kate Davies, Kinsey Holley, Erin Nicholas, Sydney Somers, Skylar Kade and the one and only PG Forte ... how can you go wrong? Here's the link to the Latte Lounge.

We hope to see you at one or both of these parties!

(I think I just had a theme song idea ... "Party like it's 19 Naughty 9." What do you think?)

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

My Three Lords - Now Available


My Three Lords is now available for download from Ellora's Cave. Enjoy!


Monday, July 19, 2010

Win an ARC of My Three Lords

I'm off to the RWA (Romance Writers Association) national conference soon and I'm taking these bookmarks with me. Delish, aren't they?

The RWA Beaumonde meeting -- where all the fabulous Regency romance writers get together -- happens to take place on my release date, July 28. This seemed like such a good omen that I thought I'd celebrate by doing a giveaway on that day. You could win an ARC of My Three Lords and some Alaska-made Raven's Brew coffee if you sign up for my newsletter.

The link to join is on the sidebar to your right. It's an announce-only Yahoo group, and the only announcements I make are for new releases, so I promise you will not be bombarded. Oh, and occasionally I run special contests for newsletter members only.

Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful week.

Juniper Bell

Friday, July 2, 2010

July 4th Blog Hop

Welcome to my little corner of Independence and Freedom.

On this beautiful Independence Day weekend, what better place and time to give thanks for the freedom we have to love the people we want ...












the way we want...













with joy, freedom and satisfaction for all.




















Now let's take a moment to salute the flag. ;)


Happy 4th of July to all! Here's the link to the "tour bus" in case you've just stumbled onto this post or have lost your way. There's no need to comment, although if you feel so inspired, go right ahead, I love comments! At the end of the tour you'll be delivered to a page where you can enter to win some fabulous prizes, including a choice of ebook from my backlist.

And ... if you'd like to win a copy of my next release, MY THREE LORDS, a Regency menage coming July 28 from Ellora's Cave, all you have to do is sign up for my newsletter. I'll be drawing a random winner to receive one of the very first copies. The sign-up button is on the sidebar to your right. You won't be bombarded, I promise ... I only send news about new releases. For a steamy excerpt from MY THREE LORDS, scroll down to the next post.

Peace, love, and fireworks!

Juniper Bell

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

My Three Lords - Official Excerpt


An Excerpt From: MY THREE LORDS
Copyright © JUNIPER BELL, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“I make you two promises, Alicia. The first is that I shall not take your maidenhead. Only one man may do so, and that is your husband. The second is that tonight you will experience more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined, thanks to me. If the Earl were here tonight, you’d receive no gentle caresses, no stroking such as I intend to give you. Your nipples would be left untouched, save for a rough tweak or two. Whereas I intend to savor their sweetness and watch them stand to attention like pink sentinels of your desire.”

Pinned as if I were a helpless butterfly, I lost myself in the soothing cadence of his speech. I became aware of the heat and strength of his body, and an unfamiliar tingling in my belly.

“You may think you prefer the Earl, but you’d regret it deeply. Your deflowering would be painful rather than pleasurable. Harsh rather than sweet. Such an event in a young girl’s life should bring tears of joy along with the tears of pain. That is what I offer, and the Earl, cognizant of your best interests as well as his own, has allowed me to provide this service. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and when he didn’t respond, whispered, “Yes.”

“Then come. Rise now.”

The weight lifted off me and he helped me to my feet. When I stood facing him, I saw a look such as I’d never seen on his jaded face before. He looked almost tender. Slowly, gently, he traced the skin along the edge of my loosened stays. I felt a prickling in the tips of my breasts. When I looked down at myself, my nipples were just as he said, pink and standing up under the layers of undergarments. He hooked his finger in the busk between my breasts. My breath caught.

“I won’t proceed further unless I have your full consent. Despite my reputation, I am not in the habit of forcing my attentions on unwilling girls. I must know that you accept what I’m offering you, fully and completely.”

His black gaze seared into me, as if he could see all the hidden corners of my soul. And perhaps he could, because God help me, I wanted the things he’d promised, and more. I wanted to lie down on the bed and roll myself in the bedclothes, or strip off my chemise and run outside under the stars. I didn’t fully understand what was happening to me. My body felt heavy and yet light at the same time.

“I do,” I whispered. “I accept.”

His eyes glittered in the candlelight. I felt dizzy. For a moment, I was back in the barn at home, caught with a goatherd’s hand hovering over my breast. I’d looked up in alarm at the sound of soft laughter. The sight of the Marquis’ delighted, mocking smile had turned me to stone.
There had been another feeling as well, a charge in the air that had made my skin prickle.
I felt it again as his eyes deliberately consumed my body, top to toe. Under my eyelashes, I performed an inspection of my own. The Marquis was not a bad-looking man, slender of build, perhaps a head taller than myself. As always, he was dressed in the height of fashion, with an embroidered cream waistcoat and a splendid coat of dark blue superfine that fit him to perfection. He always appeared to be mocking the world around him, but over the years I had on occasion seen him perform small kindnesses that surprised me.

“There has always been a special feeling between us, has there not?” As he spoke, he deftly removed my stays until I stood in nothing more than my chemise. I shivered at his nearness. Not for the first time, I thought what a powerful man he was, not in physique but in presence…a powerful man inclined to darkness.

He picked up a candle and slowly walked around me, shining its light on my body. The warmth from the candle paled in comparison to the penetrating weight of his gaze. I fixed my eyes on the pretty dressing table on the far side of the room. I counted five silver-backed brushes and considered attempting to count the individual bristles to distract myself from the strange feelings stealing over me.

A gentle touch on my posterior made me start. His hand cupped my bottom and warmth flooded my being. How could such a simple touch create such an uproar within me? With a firm hand and wandering fingers, he stroked my flesh. I felt the back of my chemise inch up my legs. The feel of his fingertips roaming across the backs of my thighs was so exquisite, I closed my eyes so the pleasure would continue.

“Ah no, my dear, you are not allowed to close your eyes. I want you to fully comprehend that it is I, the dreaded Marquis de Beaumont, who is bringing you this enjoyment. Whose hands are now stroking your tender buttocks?”

Tendrils of fire seemed to spread across my bottom as he quickened his touch. “Yours,” I gasped.

“And who intends to remove this interfering chemise from your body?”

My throat became suddenly parched. If he removed my chemise, I would be naked before the most notorious rake in England. “You,” I whispered. “But, please…”

“Yes?” His fingers danced up the curve of my spine and my belly seemed to quiver in response. Cool air caressed my back as he drew up the chemise. “Ah, so lovely. I’ve waited a very long time for this moment.”

I clutched the front of it to my chest. My head was such a confusing swarm of thoughts, I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Please continue. Stop this instant. The two opposite impulses battled in my mind. “Why me?” I managed. “Why a long time?”

“Why you?” My question did not make him pause in his intrusions on my body. Every inch of exposed skin drew a caress or a pat from his relentless, curious, knowing hands. Every touch sent a cascade of shivers across my flesh. “I’m sure you don’t remember, but you first caught my eye as a girl dashing after your brothers. You ran directly into me, like a Spanish bull into a cape. I have been accustomed to find myself a figure of fright for young girls. But you seemed to have no fear of me. I plucked you off the ground and held you high. You looked back at me with those frank eyes of yours, whose color I find no words for, somewhere in the mysterious realm between gray and blue, and you said, quite simply, “You were directly in my path. You will please to put me down now.” And so I did, and watched, bemused, as you raced away to join your brothers. At that moment I knew you were an unusual girl.”

By this time he was in front of me, loosing my hands from their grip on my chemise. I looked up at him and found myself surprised by a hint of softness in his usually sharp eyes.

“This chemise,” he told me softly, “can hide nothing from me. I know your soul, ma chérie, perhaps better than you do yourself. You desire things you cannot name. You sense it in the springtime air, the moonlight over a stream, the scent of lilacs in the sunshine. The world promises you something just beyond your senses, something you cannot grasp, simply because you don’t yet know how. I will show you how, my dear."

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Release Date for My Three Lords

July 28!

That's when Ellora's Cave will release My Three Lords as part of their Exotika line. That's the super-sexy one. Hey, this story may be a Regency, but it's also sizzling-hot.

Hmmm...aren't you just dying to know what those three bare-chested noblemen are going to do with that girl? All will be revealed on July 28. *smile*

Juniper Bell


Saturday, May 29, 2010

My Three Lords - Excerpt (unedited)

My wonderful editor has given me permission to post this UNEDITED excerpt from My Three Lords. (As long as I point out that it's unedited.) So here goes.

“I make you two promises, Alicia. The first is that I shall not take your maidenhead. Only one man may do so, and that is your husband. The second is that tonight you will experience more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined, thanks to me. If the Earl were here tonight, you’d receive no gentle caresses, no stroking such as I intend to give you. Your nipples would be left untouched, save for a rough tweak or two. Whereas I intend to savor their sweetness and watch them stand to attention like pink sentinels of your desire.”

Pinned as if I were a helpless butterfly, I lost myself in the soothing cadence of his speech. I became aware of the heat and strength of his body, and an unfamiliar tingling in my belly.

“You may think you prefer the Earl, but you’d regret it deeply. Your deflowering would be painful rather than pleasurable. Harsh rather than sweet. Such an event in a young girl’s life should bring tears of joy along with the tears of pain. That is what I offer, and the Earl, cognizant of your best interests as well as his own, has allowed me to provide this service. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and when he didn’t respond, whispered, “Yes.”

“Then come. Rise now.”

The weight lifted off me, and he helped me to my feet. When I stood facing him, I saw a look such as I’d never seen on his cynical face before. He looked almost tender. Slowly, gently, he traced the skin along the edge of my loosened petticoat. I felt a prickling in the tips of my breasts. When I looked down at myself, the nipples were just as he said, pink and standing up through the layers of undergarments. He hooked his finger in the lacy border between my breasts. My breath caught.

“I won’t proceed further unless I have your full consent. Despite my reputation, I am not in the habit of forcing my attentions on unwilling girls. I must know that you accept what I’m offering you, fully and completely.”

His black gaze seared into me, as if he could see all the hidden corners of my soul. And perhaps he could, because God help me, I wanted the things he’d promised, and more. I wanted to lie down on the bed and roll myself in the bedclothes, or strip off my chemise and run outside under the stars. I didn’t fully understand what was happening to me. My body felt heavy and yet light at the same time.

“I do,” I whispered. “I accept.”

His eyes glittered in the candlelight. I felt dizzy. For a moment, I was back in the barn at home, caught with a goatherd’s hand hovering over my breast. I’d looked up in alarm at the sound of soft laughter. The sight of the Marquis’s delighted, mocking smile had turned me to stone.

There had been another feeling as well, a charge in the air that made my skin prickle.

I felt it again as his eyes deliberately consumed my body, top to toe. Under my eyelashes, I performed an inspection of my own. The Marquis was not a bad-looking man, slender of build, perhaps a head taller than myself. As always, he was dressed in the height of fashion, with plum-colored breeches and a splendid coat of superfine that fit him to perfection. He always appeared to be mocking the world around him, but over the years I had on occasion seen him perform small kindnesses that surprised me.

“There has always been a special feeling between us, has there not?” As he spoke, he deftly removed my petticoat and stays until I stood in nothing more than a chemise. I shivered at his nearness. Not for the first time, I thought what a powerful man he was, not in physique but in presence…a powerful man inclined to darkness.

He picked up a candle and slowly walked around me, shining its light on my body. The warmth from the candle paled in comparison to the penetrating weight of his gaze. I fixed my eyes on the pretty vanity on the far side of the room. I counted five silver brushes and considered attempting to count the individual bristles to distract myself from the strange feelings stealing over me.

A gentle touch on my posterior made me start. His hand cupped my bottom and warmth flooded my being. How could such a simple touch create such an uproar within me? With a firm hand and wandering fingers, he stroked my flesh. I felt the back of my chemise inch up my legs. The feel of his fingertips roaming across the backs of my thighs was so exquisite, I closed my eyes so the pleasure would continue.

“Ah no, my dear, you are not allowed to close your eyes. I want you to fully comprehend that it is I, the dreaded Marquis de Beaumont, who is bringing you this enjoyment. Whose hands are now stroking your tender buttocks?”

Tendrils of fire seemed to spread across my bottom as he quickened his touch. “Yours,” I gasped.

“And who intends to remove this interfering chemise from your body?”

My throat became suddenly parched. If he removed my chemise, I would be naked before the most notorious rake in England. “You,” I whispered. “But, please…”

“Yes?” His fingers danced up the curve of my spine and my belly seemed to quiver in response. Cool air caressed my back as he drew up the chemise. “Ah, so lovely. I’ve waited a very long time for this moment.”

I clutched the front of it to my chest. My head was such a confusing swarm of thoughts, I didn’t know what I wanted to say. Please continue. Stop this instant. The two opposite impulses battled in my mind. “Why me?” I managed.

“Why you?” My question did not make him pause in his intrusions on my body. Every inch of exposed skin drew a caress or a pat from his relentless, curious, knowing hands. Every touch sent a cascade of shivers across my flesh. “I’m sure you don’t remember, but you first caught my eye as a girl dashing after your brothers. You ran directly into me, like a Spanish bull into a cape. I have been accustomed to find myself a figure of fright for young girls. But you seemed to have no fear of me. I plucked you off the ground and held you high. You looked back at me with those frank eyes of yours, whose color I find no words for, somewhere in the mysterious realm between gray and blue, and you said, quite simply, “You were directly in my path. You will please to put me down now.” And so I did, and watched, bemused, as you raced away to join your brothers. At that moment I knew you were an unusual girl.”

By this time he was in front of me, loosing my hands from their grip on my chemise. I looked up at him and found myself surprised by a hint of softness in his usually sharp eyes.

“This chemise,” he told me softly, “can hide nothing from me. I know your soul, my dear, perhaps better than you do yourself. You desire things you cannot name. You sense it in the springtime air, the moonlight over a stream, the scent of lilacs in the sunshine. The world promises you something just beyond your senses, something you cannot grasp, simply because you don’t yet know how. I will show you how, my dear."

Thanks for reading! Did I mention it's unedited? My Three Lords is coming soon from Ellora's Cave Exotika line. As soon as I know the release date, I'll share it here.

Peace and love, Juniper

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Five Random Facts about Juniper Bell

Five things you don't know about me ... (and might regret learning)!

This topic was suggested to me when I was scrambling around for something to blog about. I tend to avoid personal stuff, because, well, I'm not sure anyone's interested! But I can probably come up with five random odd things you probably don't know about me.

1. I sucked my thumb (sporadically) until I was thirteen years old.

2. I once dated a guy who owned one spoon and one bowl. (You'd think that would be a red flag, right?)

3. Aspirin makes my face blow up like Elephant Man.

4. I have fuschia streaks in my hair right now.

5. I'm engaged to be married on December 31 of this year.

That last one is odd only because I've waited this long to marry someone. (I won't say how long, that would be way too personal. *laughs*) I joke, but I'm actually very happy about this new adventure. I love my sweetie.

Thanks for letting me share! Anyone else care to jump in? Odd personal facts are eagerly welcomed!

Juniper

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Nicole Austin's "Kenna's Cowboy"

I'd like to welcome Ellora's Cave author Nicole Austin to my blog! Her 19th release, Kenna's Cowboy, is out today, and I get to share the hotness with a excerpt. This book is part of a 5 book series she's written with Ellora’s Cave authors TJ Michaels, Ciana Stone & NJ Walters.


BLURB


Cursed with unusual abilities, orphan McKenna Fulton has always been different, an outcast. But she’s been Chosen.

More accurately, she is one of the Chosen. Eight individuals—four women and four men—selected at birth to guard slices of crystal. The Heart of Fire.

The whole thing is more than a little farfetched. Kenna can handle the part of getting down and dirty with the bad dude. She’s even okay with guarding a crystal. But losing her free will and being stuck with some guy, her destined mate, uh-uh. Not happening.

Local mechanic Ryker Thomas is more than he appears and has his own set of abilities. Kenna wants nothing to do with the southern charmer. So what if he has a matching crystal and the damn things hum and vibrate whenever they’re close together. That doesn’t mean she’ll toe the line.

He can’t be the one she’s supposed to be with. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel as to send her a cowboy when what she wants is a bad boy.


EXCERPT


©Copyright Nicole Austin

Note: This excerpt is intended for those readers 18 years old or older.

Excerpt:


“Kiss me, cowboy.”

Ryker had every intention of fulfilling Kenna’s request and then some. He’d wanted to get to know the strong, enigmatic woman since her first day in town. She’d managed to keep her distance but not anymore. Now that he had her all to himself, he had no intention of letting go.

His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her soft curves against his solid frame. God, she fit him just right. Built like a brick house—tall, curvy and stacked—she was perfect. Full tits cushioned his chest almost as sweetly as her soft belly nestled the length of his aching cock.

With the first brush of their lips she purred and melted into him. Her lips parted in silent invitation, testing his resolve to go slow. He traced the pouty shape of her lush pink mouth, instantly addicted to her spicy cinnamon taste. It suited her, as did the dark, tough-chick clothes she wore.

Kenna was no fragile rose to be kept sheltered and there was nothing tentative in her kiss. She met his lips head on, her fierce passion draining all the blood from his thinking head and funneling it straight to his randy dick. Her tongue shot past his lips, delving and tasting, driving his hunger higher. He followed as she retreated only to have her suck on his lower lip and snap his control.

Following the curves of her ass, he cupped the firm cheeks and gave her a quick squeeze before grasping her thighs. As he lifted, she wrapped those gorgeous legs around his waist, hooking her ankles and holding on tight. He groaned and she drank down the sound as he set her on the fender of Joey’s car, freeing his hands to explore.

Kenna devoured him, plain and simple. She sucked on his tongue and he had no trouble picturing her on her knees showing such avid attention to his cock. Her hands got in on the act, first gripping his shoulders then moving lower, flowing over his chest as if she were blind and reading his body by Braille.

“Oh shit. You’re bleeding.” She went from feeling him up to ripping at his shirt. Two strong tugs and the material gave, splitting down the middle.

Bleeding?

Ryker glanced down, trying to figure out what she was going on about. A dark red stain marred the tattered blue material. He hadn’t taken part in the fight, didn’t feel any pain, so how the hell could he be bleeding?

She grabbed the braided leather around his neck and tossed the pendant over his shoulder. “Keep that away from me.”

Why the hell did she have against his necklace? She wore a strikingly similar one. Not that it mattered when the fingers stroking every inch of his chest into a frenzy almost distracted him from the genuine concern in her big violet-colored eyes.

Jesus! He couldn’t remember the last time someone worried about him. Kenna also looked fighting mad, ready to tear apart anyone stupid enough to have caused him harm.

His heart turned over in his chest and pounded a wild rhythm against his ribs. Ryker caught her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles with reverence. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood, darlin’.”

Kenna looked deep into his eyes for the space of several stuttered heartbeats then thrust her fingers into his hair, unseating his hat. She tugged, pulling him into a punishing kiss. They were both panting for air when they surfaced sometime later.

The loud slap of her palm connecting with his face echoed through the garage. Ryker rubbed at his stinging cheek and glared. “What the hell was that for?”

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!”

Damn, she had a lot of spunk. And the fierce protective gleam in her eyes—what a fucking turn-on. His cock jerked against the painful constriction of his jeans in agreement. While he was dying to plunge deep inside Kenna, he wouldn’t be rushed. Not with her. This was too important to screw up. “I’ll try my best, darlin’.”

The primitive instinct to claim and mark this woman as his was nearly overpowering his desire to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known. Deep down an inner conviction assured him they had a lifetime ahead of them but it didn’t ease his driving need to fuck her senseless.

“You have too many clothes on.”

“Mmm…so do you, cowboy.” Her lascivious smile had the same effect as a mainlined shot of pure adrenaline. “How about shucking those jeans.”

His cock throbbed and his jeans sported a wet spot. Ryker wasted no time toeing off his sneakers, peeling away both his jeans and briefs in one swoop, then shrugging off the tattered remains of his shirt. He pulled a foil packet from his pants pocket and held it in his hand.

“Your turn.”


To buy Kenna's Cowboy, click here. And to find out more about Nicole and her books, click here to visit her website.


Thanks for sharing, Nicole!


Tuesday, May 11, 2010

My Three Lords - The Cover and Blurb

I thought I'd share the (unedited) blurb for My Three Lords. Enjoy!


How is one innocent country girl to choose between a Duke, a Marquis and an Earl? Must she?

When Miss Alicia Silverwood marries the Earl of Dorchester, he whisks her off to Notre Plaisir, a country manor where erotic surprises await at the hands of three powerful lords and longtime friends.

The young Earl needs a wife and heir. The cynical Marquis de Beaumont needs a playmate. And the commanding Duke of Warrington needs a reason to live. As for the new Lady Dorchester, she’s just beginning to discover the true nature of her own sensual needs. To complicate matters, she’s falling in love.

It might take a miracle for Lady Alicia and her three lords to come to an arrangement that makes everyone happy. Or maybe all it takes is a little scandalous rule-breaking…


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

My Three Lords - The Cover

I have no words for how gorgeous and sensual this cover is!! I'm so excited. Thanks to Dar Albert for doing such a spectacular job on it. I'll be posting the blurb shortly, but for now I'll just say that My Three Lords is a Regency menage, and this cover captures it perfectly. It will be out soon from Ellora's Cave, and as soon as I know the release date I'll post it here.

Peace and Love!

Juniper Bell

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Easter Blog Hop

Welcome to the Easter Blog Hop, where we invite you to take a break from chocolate eggs and marshmallow peeps to enjoy some calorie-free eye candy. The tour started at Christa Paige's site. You should have arrived here from Monette Michaels blog. To get to the next stop ... just find the Easter Egg and click on it. No comments required ... just click through all the eggs and you'll be eligible for an amazing pile of prizes, including a download of your choice from my backlist.

Now for the eye candy. My next book is a Regency menage called "My Three Lords," coming soon from Ellora's Cave. One innocent country girl, three passionate lords ... how's a girl to choose? Or does she have to? "My Three Lords" is set in Jane Austen's time (although it's much, much naughtier!), so in honor of my three lords, I've hunted down three of my favorite Jane Austen movie heroes.

First off, Jeremy Northam. Oh, how I loved him as Mr. Knightley in Emma.

Next, the dreamy Matthew MacFadyan in Pride and Prejudice.
And again.


And we can't leave out the one and only Colin Firth. Taking a bath. Oh my.


Of course, they all have an open invitation to appear in "My Three Lords"! Thanks for stopping by. While you're here, feel free to explore my blog and check out my free reads and excerpts. Hey, you might even stumble across an Easter Egg.

Happy Easter!

Juniper Bell

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

New Contract

I'm excited to announce that I have a new book coming out soon with Ellora's Cave! It's a hot m/f/m/m Regency called "My Three Lords." I'm still working on the blurb, but suffice it to say, the title is a good thumbnail. Who can resist a Duke, a Marquis and an Earl? Not innocent but passionate Lady Alicia Silverwood.

Cover art and release date to come. Stay tuned!

Aloha from Hawaii,

Juniper

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Training the Receptionist - The Sequel?

So I've had a couple readers ask me if I plan to write a follow-up to Dana, Simon and Ethan's story. The truth is, I always intended to. I always saw it as "Part One." But I wasn't sure how the book would do or if anyone would want to read more about them! Since I've now gotten actual expressions of interest in this idea, it's a no-brainer. Of course I'll write another one! I love these characters and the very interesting arrangement they've created together. And I, for one, want to know more about the enigmatic, dynamic, super-hot Ethan.

Sequel? Most definitely!

In the meantime, I was interviewed at the International Heat blog, and decided to let Dana (the "Receptionist") answer most of the questions. That's asking for trouble, right?

You can check it out here.

Have a great weekend!

Juniper


Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Training the Receptionist -- Big News

"Training the Receptionist" has reached #1 on the MBaM bestseller list! Thank you, wonderful fans of erotic romance. You're the best readers in the world.

Training the Receptionist is available here.

Peace and Love,

Juniper

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Training the Receptionist is Now Available

Release Day has arrived!


“Training the Receptionist” by Juniper Bell

Genre: Erotica

Samhain Publishing ISBN: 978-1-60504-949-6
 Length: Novella
 Price: 3.50
 Publication Date: March 2, 2010
 Cover art by Scott Carpenter

It’s her naughty dream job—if they’re satisfied with her performance…

Eager to escape her miserable existence in Low-Life, Long Island, street-wise Dana Arthur jumps at an entry-level position with the consulting firm Cowell & Dirk. As her training period begins, she quickly discovers she’s required to do more than take messages and order office supplies. Her job description contains some deliciously naughty duties that give receptionist a whole new meaning.

Simon has almost given up on finding the right woman who will please his clients as well as his demanding partner and mentor, Ethan Cowell. No one measures up—until Dana. Her inner fire and fearless nature are perfect for the job. No matter what wicked punishment he devises to chastise her for her on-the-job mistakes, she accepts with a relish that leaves him wondering which one of them is really in control.

The last thing he expects to discover is that she’s a perfect sexual soul mate he can’t bear to share. But share he must—it’s part of his business agreement. Unless he makes Ethan the deal of a lifetime…

Warning: This title contains explicit sex, bondage, ménage, ingenious use of office furniture, lingerie, and the occasional sex toy. Oh, and did I mention the package delivery guy?


Monday, March 1, 2010

New Release Excerpt Monday

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I'm very excited to be participating in Excerpt Monday for the first time. For more about Excerpt Monday, check out this website or click on the banner above. Here's an adult excerpt from "Training the Receptionist," due out tomorrow from Samhain Publishing.


Savoring every moment, I fought to stop my own release so I could appreciate his. But it was a pointless battle. In the next instant, the earthquake struck. My body flew apart into a million pieces. The top of my head blew off. Some kind of sound burst from my throat, but I had no ears to hear it. No eyes to see anything besides the bright sun that consumed my world in an explosion of ecstasy.

The first thing I heard when I came back to earth was Simon’s voice in my ear. “All mine, sweet,” he said. Redundant, but apparently he felt the need to repeat it.

The next thing I heard was the sound of someone clapping.

Someone clapping? That wasn’t right. My eyes flew open and tried to focus. Outside our pool of light, in the shadows of the doorway, stood a dark figure. What the fuck? I twisted around on Simon’s lap to face the intruder. Simon hugged strong arms around me.

“Ethan?”

“Simon. And Dana. Well done.”

“I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow.” Simon’s voice was tight.

“I was lucky enough to catch an earlier flight.”

Why on earth were they discussing travel plans while I was all bare-breasted and wet-pussied in front of them?

“We need to talk,” Simon said to Ethan.

“Oh?”

“Yes. There are some things we need to discuss.”

“Unusual.” He had a voice like gravel. And that killer British accent.

“Yes.”

“May I approach?”

Simon paused. I tensed. “Yes,” he said.

Ethan Cowell stepped forward. I held my breath as he came close. When the light hit his face, I saw he was not at all what I’d imagined. He wasn’t all suave the way he sounded on the phone. He looked rugged, with graying blond hair and ice blue eyes, like a Norwegian ski champion.

He stepped closer. My nostrils flared, like an animal picking up a strange scent. Something wild and promising, like the ozone you smell in the air before it rains. When he stood before me, scanning my body, I shrank back against Simon. A silent current of communication ran between us. Simon’s grip around my waist made me feel secure, not trapped. I knew it was a test. Could I handle Ethan Cowell?

“Beautiful,” said Ethan. He reached out and touched one of my nipples.

Already hard, it stiffened even more. How had he known my nipples still craved some contact? He touched it lightly, then flicked the other one. My body reacted with a little jump. Simon’s arms tightened around me. His cock twitched against my leg. He was enjoying this. And surprisingly, I didn’t feel the panic I’d expected. Instead, a weird thrill went through me. There was something in Ethan’s touch, something electric and alien.

Safe in Simon’s arms, I sighed and surrendered to the pleasure of having my breasts caressed by this stranger. I wasn’t alone in my arousal. Simon was rock hard. I was starting to drift into a narco-haze when Simon pulled me away.

“No, Ethan. It’s not going to work. I’ve decided to let Dana go.”

That snapped me right out of it. “We already talked about this!”

“But I haven’t changed my mind, darling.”

Ethan looked back and forth between the two of us. “I can resolve this very simply. Dana, you’re rehired. I’m the senior partner, and I have ultimate authority over personnel decisions.”

Simon jumped to his feet, dragging me with him. “Maybe so, but there’s one decision that’s not up to you. I quit.”

“What?” Ethan narrowed his eyes to slits of quartz. My mouth gaped open.

“Dana, you’re coming with me!” With one hand, Simon yanked me across the room. His other hand was busy trying to zip his pants over his erection. We must have been quite a sight. My blouse was still hanging open, and my skirt halfway up my thighs.

“Hey!” I dug in my heels and leaned back. We probably looked like some kind of cartoon. An X-rated Road Runner. “Stop!”

We stopped right at the door, in the shadows. I lowered my voice so only Simon could hear. “This isn’t about me, is it?”

“What are you talking about? Of course it is.”

“No. It’s you. You’re not trying to protect me. You’re trying to protect yourself.”

In the dimness, I could barely make out his face, but I didn’t need eyes to know how Simon felt. I felt it in my bones, in my skin.

“Okay, I admit it,” he said, reluctantly. “It’s me.”

“Why?”

“It turns out I don’t want to share you.”

Share me.

Once again, a strange shiver danced through my body. Not disgust, like you would think. More like fascination. Anticipation. Yeah, something like that.

“You’re mine, Dana. Not Ethan’s. Mine.”

“Oh, Simon,” I said slowly. “My heart is yours. Completely yours. The rest…”

“What are you saying?”

I drew close to him, close enough to whisper in his ear. His cheek brushed against mine, and I felt the beginnings of stubble, smelled the scent of our sex. Heard again the sound of Ethan Cowell clapping. “I…liked it. With you and him, together.”

“Ah.”

“I started imagining all the possibilities. Doesn’t it turn you on, thinking about it?”

"Training the Receptionist" is coming out on March 2 from Samhain Publishing.

Happy Excerpt Monday!

Juniper Bell

Friday, February 26, 2010

Training the Receptionist: Adult Excerpt #2


He pulled my nipples again, hard, and again my body arched back against him. I felt his erection press against my ass. The thought that I’d given Simon that hard-on made me even more excited. I wanted him to ravage me with it. Grind it deep. I squirmed and panted, but he wouldn’t let me get closer to his cock.

Instead, he kept pulling at my nipples. Something drummed deep inside me. Every time he squeezed my breasts, the hot drumbeat grew stronger. He seemed to have utter control over what was going on inside me. I tried to get a grip on myself. What was I doing here, how did I end up half-naked, those magic hands governing my nipples?

An excitement so intense I thought I might explode made me forget anything but the feelings growing inside me. I forgot about controlling myself, about being professional, about anything except the pleasure overwhelming my senses. I gave in to it. I had to. My body bucked helplessly. Everything went blurry. I didn’t know where I was any more. I didn’t know who I was.

And then…

He let go of me, and I staggered back against him. For a horrible moment a black hole opened in front of me, a hole in which there was no Simon and no satisfaction. No excitement, no mystery. In that one instant I knew nothing was going to be the same. I had to stay out of that dark place, no matter what it took.

I whimpered pitifully and turned my head to plead with him silently. I put my hands to my breasts and lifted them up toward his mouth. Did I care if I was begging? Hell, no. I’d have crawled on the carpet if it got him to touch me again.

“Want more?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Yes, you gorgeous mother-effer. “Yes, please.” I said as politely as I could with my wobbly voice. “Boss,” I added, for extra points.

“Your hands are supposed to be behind your head, remember?”

Oops. I scrambled to get the hair back up onto my head, but he stilled my hands.

“Never mind that now. Go stand by the window.”

My throat closed on a squeak of protest. Sure, we were on an upper floor, but what about the people in the building across the street?

“Go.”

I went. Apparently I had no ability to resist a command from Simon. When I reached the picture window, I stopped. I saw no movement in the offices across the way. Glancing nervously down at the street, all I saw were the oblivious tops of people’s heads.

“Put your hands on the glass.” His voice right behind me made me jump, but also made me unbearably happy.

Gingerly, I did what he said, spreading my arms wide as though hugging the glass. My sweaty hands slipped a little on the smooth surface.

“The bad news is I’m afraid I have to punish you. The good news is I’m going to make you come. Are you okay with that?”

With which? Or both? Did I deserve to be punished? Did it matter? My pussy was throbbing with anticipation. Of the punishment or the orgasm or both, I wasn’t sure.

I gave a little nod. Next thing I knew I felt a sharp slap on my ass. The fabric of my skirt protected me, but didn’t stop the heat slamming into my groin like a cruise missile. I squirmed and whimpered. Another slap made me groan. Another flurry of whacks peppered my behind. By the time he stopped, I was panting and so turned on I could have come right there against the glass. Simon caressed my ass, and for one dizzy moment I thought he was about to pull up my skirt and fuck me.

No such luck.

Instead he brought his hands around to my front, to my nipples. It seemed like forever since he’d touched my tits. I eagerly thrust forward into his hands.

“I thought you might like to know that the guys in the law firm across the street have binoculars permanently aimed at our office.”

Oh God. I started to jerk away, but his hands closed on my nipples and my body was no longer mine to command.

He must have licked his fingers, because when their cool slickness flicked my breasts, my body reacted like a neutron bomb. Two hard pinches, fingers tugging at my aching nubs, and a mind-blowing orgasm burst over me. Everything went black and red. I was like a little rowboat capsized by a giant wave of pleasure. My body jerked and twisted, totally out of control. I forgot everything, the office, the lawyers across the street, my punishment. The intense waves kept coming and coming the more he pulled at my nipples. I tried to get away from those maddening fingers, but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he stayed with me, his strong fingers tight on my flesh.

“Let yourself go, don’t fight it,” he murmured in my ear. The two of us rode it out as I shrieked and shuddered from the intense orgasm.

When it was over, I felt dazed, like I was coming out of a coma. Simon held me up, which was a good thing, because otherwise I would have slid to the floor like a deflating blow-up doll. Sweat cooled on my skin. My heart still raced at about ten times its normal speed. I have to admit, I was a little freaked. How could he make me come just by spanking me and playing with my nipples? I mean, is that normal? My body loved it, but my mind had a few questions. One in particular.

“Are you serious about the lawyers?”

“No. That building is empty. I wanted to see how you’d react. I’m quite pleased.” He stroked the damp skin of my stomach.

Well, goody for me. Sanity started to return like a cold shower. I stared down at the carpet, chewing on my bottom lip. Reality’s a bitch after something like that. I mean, I’d just had the most intense orgasm of my life…thanks to my brand new boss. What now? Even though I hadn’t read the employee manual (if there even was one), I was pretty sure it didn’t deal with proper post-orgasm procedure. What is the appropriate thing to say? “Thanks, that was great, you’ve got a call holding on line two?”

Luckily, Simon took charge. He briskly put my clothes back on me, including the jacket, and turned me toward the door. “Excellent start. A few areas to work on.”

Huh? I gaped at him like I was mentally challenged. A good orgasm does that to you. Turns your brain to marshmallow fluff.

"Training the Receptionist" comes out March 2 from Samhain Publishing.