Hey everybody! Vona Logan is stopping but today to sit and have a chat about herself and her new release, Return To Destiny. She is also going to be giving away a copy of her new release. Between now and Friday night leave a comment and you will be entered into the drawing for a copy of Return To Destiny.
So without further ado, ladies and gents I introduce Vona Logan!! (Lexi rowring into her cupped hands as the crowd goes wild!)
Hello Everyone
A great, big thank you to Lexi for hosting
me on her blog to celebrate the re-release of Return to Destiny by Wilde City
Press this Wednesday the 21st of August.
A little bit more about myself: I was born and grew up in the Eastern Cape of
South Africa and lived there for almost 28 years. That is until we got the
crazy notion to take off to another country with three little kids and three
suitcases!
I must admit though, if it hadn’t been for
that move, writing for me would’ve forever been a dream. Thanks to the
wonderful country, namely New Zealand, we now live in, the sky is the limit
when it comes to dreams and aspirations.
I attempted my first short story in
response to an open call from a publisher at the beginning of 2012. They rejected
it. I tried another publisher and was fortunate enough for it to be accepted –
and so my journey as an author began.
There is so much to tell about how Return
to Destiny came about. Once again it was in response to an open call from the
very first publisher who rejected my first one. They rejected it. Again. I
never learn. I tweaked it and send it off to another publisher and was elated when
they accepted it.
The vibe of the open call was time travel
and in my mind sparks went off about two guys missing it, big time. Or should I
say - missing each other? A desperation to be together set off a series of
ghostly visits and of course I cracked up laughing on that one. How much fun
could it be to write something like that?
The answer? By adding in a cheeky, old Chinese Mr Miyagi look-alike, a
great amount of naughty, torturous, fun.
I will be giving away a copy of Return to
Destiny to one lucky winner. All you have to do leave a comment and a contact
e-mail we can get in touch with you. The competition will end on midnight,
Friday the 23rd of August 2013.
Thanks for stopping by and here’s an
excerpt to give you all a taste of Wade and Michael:
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Sunday,
4 September 2012 in Auckland, New Zealand
Oh
dear God, he thought. Not again! Yep, that phantom lover was back. Right here! Right now!
At his mother’s dining table!
No announcement.
No warning.
No hope of making it through without an
explosion of ecstasy.
“’Scuse me!” was all he managed before
his family would have a show they would never forget.
Rewinding the clock half an hour,
everything was fine. Everything was normal.
Wade Summers loved Sunday lunches with
his parents. He loved good food, period. In high school, the lunches had
doubled up as a screening process for boyfriends and girlfriends he and his
sister, Marly, brought home. Once he had moved back after college, the Sunday
lunches became a tradition.
He dug into his heaped plate of roast
chicken, steamed veggies, and brown rice. As usual, the whole lot swam in
gravy. He eagerly anticipated dessert, after the whiff of apples and cinnamon
he got when he’d arrived.
“So, Mom, was Mrs Wilson satisfied with
the way you groomed Gigi this month?” His mother owned the local dog parlour
and tended to stress every time the grumpy client brought her precious poodle
in.
“Yes, Wade. For the first time in twelve
months, I apparently got it right.” His mom’s green eyes, much like his own,
danced with humor. “She scrutinized poor Gigi with the evil eye, but couldn’t
find a single hair out of place.” His dad snorted, showing he was part of the
conversation despite having eyes only for the food on his plate.
Marly shook her head, which made her
blond curls bounce. She smiled. “Yeah, I saw it! Poor Mrs Wilson looked so
disappointed when she couldn’t find anything to complain about.”
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, it
happened. His only hint—the tingling sensation at the nape of his neck when the
hair stood straight up. He jerked up in his chair, cold sweat breaking out on
his skin. Fuck! No time. He had to get the hell away from there stat or his
family would wonder what the hell was wrong with him. That was best case
scenario. Worst case: a straightjacket and a padded room for the remainder of
his life.
“Wade? Are you okay, honey? Oh my God,
are you choking?” his mother’s voice rose in panic.
“I’m fine, Mom. Just excuse me for a
minute. I’ll be right back.” He had about thirty seconds left before the shit
hit the fan.
His mom looked faintly worried when he
bolted out of his chair and practically ran to the bathroom. He barely managed
to lock the door and sag against it in relief when the unbelievable began.
The sensation of long fingers combed
through the hair by his ear and curled around his neck, pulling his head
forwards. Hot breath whispered against his throat before soft lips kissed him
there, a wet tongue tasting his skin.
As always, the smell of the ocean laced
with a faint tinge of lemon surrounded him. Shit-scared, he started to
shiver—so fucking turned on, his head spun.
The invisible fingers locked in his hair
held him immobile when another hand came into play. It stroked gently down his
cheek and followed the trail down from the hollow of his throat, loosening
shirt buttons on its way. As if in a dream, Wade’s belt buckle became undone
and his zipper tines popped open in slow motion. Warm fingers slid into the
elastic of his briefs and pushed them down to mid-thigh. Once free, his
furiously engorged cock jumped up to hit his stomach.
He knew what to expect, but he jerked
anyway when a strong grip wrapped around him. A few slow strokes had him
moaning helplessly. The pleasure, heavenly, but his heart, tormented—he
shouldn’t enjoy something sinful. Oh, but it felt soooo good!
Hot air caressed his mouth before strong,
warm lips locked with his. His breathing stuttered. Wade loved
kissing—especially deep, hungry kisses that carried on and on. He could come
from them alone.
The lips separated from his and warm,
moist heat enveloped his left nipple. Fascinated, Wade could actually see his
flesh shift when caressed and tugged. A wet tongue lapped at the sensitive nub,
sharp teeth nipped, and his knees almost gave out. He moaned deeply when the
sensory nerves exploded to life and hummed with pleasure.
He almost yelled out in shock at the
sudden knock on the door against his back.
“Wade? Is everything all right?”
“I’m goo… oh, God! I mean, yesssss, Mom!
Just give me a few minutes,” he managed to grit out between clenched teeth.
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