Thursday, June 26, 2014

Guest Post with Dahlia Donovan

Guest Post 
Dahlia Donovan

Guilty Pleasures

What’s life without a little fun?

We all have guilty pleasures we indulge in from time to time, or in some cases all the time. I thought it might be fun to share ten of Ivy’s favorite things in the world to indulge in when she’s feeling the need:

1. Scones with Nutella and freshly sliced strawberries. Particularly if someone else does all the work of making the scones and slicing the strawberries.

2. Watching every episode of the Vicar of Dibley from start to finish.

3. Her mother’s jam cake.

4. All night 80s movie marathons with Allie complete with enough chocolate to rot all of their teeth.

5. Fashion magazines.

6. Chips with loads of malt vinegar and sea salt.

7. Crinkly Christmas wrapping paper.

8. Dipping her toes in water fountains.

9. Eating lemon curd straight from the jar.

10. Jaffa Cakes.

She’s particularly fond of all of the ones that involve eating. Ivy is a bit of a foodie, though not necessarily for the fancy stuff. She leaves that to Allie.

So how about you? What are some of your favorite guilty pleasures?


Blurb: Widowed photographer Ivy Langdon avoids people in general after her husband’s death. She ventures out days before Christmas for last minute gifts and stumbles into the middle of a terrorist attack in London. Will her luck ever change?

Steven Samuels and his partner Gareth Richardson are called in with their company, Blackbird Security Firm, to rescue the hostages. They never expected to find their perfect mate while saving the world. The more the two wolves learn about Ivy, the more that they want to make her theirs.
Love is never simple or straight-forward and life is often stranger than fiction.
Ivy finds herself drawn into a strange world of shifters and human traffickers.
Can love’s true bite find her before trouble does?

She glanced around the room with an assessing eye. If the terrorist bastards decided to come inside, there was nowhere to hide effectively from them.
Back to the cupboard.
Retracing her route across the floor seemed somehow more daunting as Ivy started to make her move. She was halfway to her cupboard when a strong hand grabbed the back of her coat and lifted her off the ground. His other hand clamped around her mouth to muffle the scream she’d been about to utter. He dragged her backwards into what appeared to be a staff locker room.
Oh, bloody hell.
The second he had her backed into the staff room, Ivy went from passive captive to violently struggling to escape. She had no intention of going without some sort of a fight. His hands pinned her arms to her side and crushed her back against his body.
She closed her eyes and waited for the knife or gunshot she knew was bound to come; the irony of dying two days before Christmas was not lost on her. She tried desperately not to fidget. She realized after a moment that she hadn’t actually felt a weapon at any point. In fact, the hands holding her while firm were also very gentle.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Ivy was surprised at how good the man smelled; he reminded her of dark chocolate and something exotically spicy. She told her mind and body to behave themselves. She would not lust over a perfect stranger who was probably about to murder her.
Why the hell hasn’t he done something yet?

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About the Author:
Dahlia is a bit of a hermit. She’s happiest with a large mug of coffee or tea (two sugars and drop or two of milk) and a good book. She lives for comfortable jeans and over-sized sweaters. Ivy is her first novel and it started life as an attempt to complete National Novel Writing Month.
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