Happy Tuesday, darlings! Today I've got the lovely CR Moss dropping in with her latest release, Dream Across Time.
Hi all! Thank you for having me
here today! :)
I’m pleased to share information
about my new release, Dream Across Time,
with everyone. It’s the first book in a renewed series of mine, which is now called
Raritan Manor Ranch.
Many years ago in a state far away
(Texas at that time), I started to write romance. Before that, as some of you
may already know, I’d been into writing horror. Still am, but that’s a tale for
another day under my other pen name. Anyway, at that time, I came up with ideas
for a few stories that revolved around a particular family and a matchmaking
cat who all lived in New Jersey. New Jersey is where I’d been born (even more
years ago) and raised.
There was a house and piece of
property up the road from my family’s place that I’d been enamored with and considered
buying if it were ever to find itself on the market. Obviously, I never did make
that particular real estate purchase since I live over two thousand miles away from
it now, but I did the next best thing. I used it as the house in the series,
though please note, I’ve taken artistic liberties with its architectural plans.
;) The house on the cover does resemble what it looks like in real life. One of
the pics I’ve included for this post is of its side, and the blurry one was
taken when hubby and I drove past it one day.
Some of you might notice that the
story (and the next two once they become available) seems familiar. The first
three books had found a publishing home once upon a time, but alas, as some
relationships go, that wasn’t meant to be a lifetime one. Back in their ex’s
home, they had different titles and a different series name. Now the books have
been given new life through Evernight Publishing—the fictional house and family
have relocated to Nevada, word count has been added, the stories have been
re-edited, and the current series title pays homage to a river in NJ that I
grew up near. And, yes, the cat (who is modeled after my own fur baby) still
plays a part in the stories.
Thanks for giving me a few minutes
of your time! I do hope you’ll check out this series and my other books. :)
A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.
Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.
Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes
she’d stop saying they can’t be together.
While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes
rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though,
has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes
around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.
Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up
his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop
being caught between two worlds?
~ Kindle
About C.R. :
An eccentric and eclectic
writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets,
giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.
More about C.R. Moss:
So what does she write? She
writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying
degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the
freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where
does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she
lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and
around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.”
The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas
and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales
saga.
She also has a passion for penning
dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other
stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy.
Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/
Author Links:
~ Website: http://crmoss.com
~ Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/
~ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CRMoss.author
~ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss
~ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CRMoss
~ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/crmoss/
Excerpt:
A deep, warm laugh rumbled from him.
“You think it’s funny that I’m going nuts?” She placed
her hands on her hips and
glared at him over the horse’s back.
Quinn moved around the horse. “You are not going
insane.”
As Quinn took another step toward her, she took a step
back. “That’s what Julie says. I’m not convinced, though.”
With every step she took, Quinn matched it. In a deep,
sultry voice he uttered, “My beautiful, intelligent Evelyn, your mind is very
sound.”
Her butt hit the building. Standing in a pile of
broken hay stalks, her gaze fixed on Quinn’s eyes, and her breaths came in
short rasps. Her mind didn’t feel sound at all, neither did her body. Pulse
racing, heart pounding against her chest, she seemed in the midst of losing
control. All her senses heightened until colors were brighter. She looked past
Quinn at the gentle slopes of the mountain range nearby and the deep blue sky.
He stood an inch before her. She breathed in his
musky, masculine scent. Her clothes tightened and scratched against her
sensitive skin. Though under a warm sun, a shiver raked her body. How could a
man rob her of control, of her senses?
Quinn placed his hands on the building, trapping her
between his arms. “Tell me,” his husky voice whispered in her ear. “What has
gotten you so bothered you think you are going crazy?”
The heat radiating between their close bodies sent
ripples of desire through her. She shuddered.
“Well?”
“You,” she whispered in return, not meeting his gaze.
“These dreams. They’re interrupting my life. I’m letting my relationship with
you interfere with everything I do when I’m awake. Any good psychiatrist would
have a field day with me.” Evelyn paused, took a deep breath to calm her
excited body.
Since he towered over her by at least a foot, she
talked to his chest. The white shirt, pulled taut over his front, showed the
outlines of his well-defined muscles. She wanted to touch them. Evelyn clenched
her fists at her sides, taking in another deep breath, and looked up. “It’s
gotten to the point where Julie thinks I’m in love—”
“Are you?” Quinn interrupted, a hint of pleading
tainted his voice.
His question caught her off guard. She hadn’t thought
about the possibility of love, of discussing their feelings for each other. She
didn’t answer, and her lack of response brought an expression of sadness to
Quinn’s features. She cared for him, but love? How could she love someone who
wasn’t real, someone who existed before her birth? Someone who’s a ghost?
Quinn turned his back to her. “I thought… never mind.”
The misery in his voice pinged at her soul. “Quinn.”
She put a hand on his shoulder to halt him from leaving. “I’m sorry. I can’t
love you. You’re not real.”
His body tensed beneath her fingers. Quinn turned back
to her and her hand fell to his chest. He held it there. “Damn it, Evelyn. Stop
talking nonsense. I am real.”
She couldn’t deny that fact. His hands were warm. His
heart beat strong and steady. Her eyes widened and she gazed up into his
passion-filled gaze. She wished she wasn’t dreaming.
“Let me show you how real I am.” His lips descended
onto hers.
All the blood rushed from her head and her knees
weakened. She leaned into his body for support. His arms wrapped around her.
Every nerve fired at his touch. His lips parted and his tongue coaxed her mouth
open.
Too dazed to resist, she copied his motions, and the
gentle kiss blazed into a raging fire. Their mouths, hot and hungry, moved
against each other’s in perfect harmony. Evelyn’s arousal gained momentum. She
swirled her tongue against his in wild abandon, learning the sweet taste of
him. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on to the moment for dear
life.
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