The Affair Giveaway!

Exciting news everyone!

The wonderful Lesley from Honestly Simple Reviews and I are running a giveaway of The Affair and a $20 Amazon gift card! The giveaway begins Saturday, February 27th and will last for one week so put it in your calendars today! You can sign up bellow, on Facebook or over on Lesley’s blog. For your best chance of winning, share the contest on your social media accounts as well.

Happy Thursday and best of luck!



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My First Week As A Published Author


I’m officially a published author.

I almost cannot believe it. Even when I sign into Goodreads, a site I have used religiously for years as an avid reader, and see the ‘Author Dashboard’ in the corner of the home screen. Even when I receive messages from readers asking me for details about the next book, even when I read reviews from lovely, well read people expressing how much they loved The Affair… Even then I find it all hard to believe.

Because I’ve wanted to be an author since the fourth grade, when my student teacher assigned me my first creative writing assignment. I remember writing so quickly, so ferociously that my hand throbbed and cramped up. It was a silly little story about a haunted house on Halloween; it was even written within the border the share of a pumpkin. But apart from The Affair, it is the most important thing I have ever written because it was the first time I feel in love with the art of writing.

Now, my other baby, about Sinclair and Giselle’s epic weeklong affair in Los Cabos, Mexico is live for the world to read and I have to tell you… it feels AWESOME.

I am so grateful, every day since I pressed Publish on Amazon and Smashwords feels like Thanksgiving. I am in love with every single person who picks up my book, even if they don’t love it as much as I do.

It also amazes me how much there is left to do! I am constantly on Twitter and Facebook, trying to connect with other readers and writers, scanning through Pinterest for inspiration for Book #3 in The Evolution Of Sin, which I am currently brainstorming, and emailing book bloggers with the hope that they may want to read The Affair.

So, after a week of being an ‘official’ author, I’ve got a few goals to each for my 1 month anniversary of The Affair on March 14th.

a) Reach 100 followers on Facebook

b) Set a release date for The Evolution Of Sin Book #2, The Secret

c) Reach 500 followers on Twitter

What do you think? Achievable goals? Either way, wish me luck!

The Affair. Book One The Evolution of Sin. Giana Darling.

The Affair is LIVE!!

So, in addition to being Valentine’s Day, today is also the day that The Affair, book one in The Evolution Of Sin trilogy, released today on Amazon!!

I am so grateful for the people who helped me produce my debut novel and I want to give them a quick but heartfelt thanks for their support! Belle Cousins is my best friend, sounding board and smile-inducer. She has listened to every idea – even the bad ones – with a smile and has always encouraged me to be an author. I wouldn’t have pressed ‘Publish’ without her.

Najla Qamber created my absolutely gorgeous cover and has agreed to work with me on the second and third novel’s covers!

Angela Plumlee and Cassie Fite beta-read the book and it was their enthusiasm that first made me think that maybe other people could love Giselle and Sinclair as much as I did!

I am eternally grateful and in awe of the book bloggers who took the time to review my novel. Check out the reviews at their blogs on my Goodreads page!

Mark My Words Publicity is running a weeklong book blog tour for The Affair between February 15th-19th and the tour schedule is as follows:

Tour Schedule:
February 15th
Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews Promo Post
Jersey Girl Sizzling Book Reviews Review EroticFix Author Interview
The Shadow Portal Promo Post
Shelly’s Book Corner Promo Post
Saucy Reviews on Kinky Korner Promo Post
February 16th
The Bookish Ailurophile Promo Post
Revenge of the Feels Review
February 17th
My Book Obsession Promo Post
SNSBAH Promotions & Reviews Promo Post
Liz’s Reading Life Promo Post
Got Nikki? Promo Post
Live Laugh & Love Books Promo Post
Deal Sharing Aunt Author Interview
February 18th
United Indie Book Blog Promo Post
Naughty Book Eden Promo Post
MJ’s Book Blog and Reviews  Promo Post
The Sassy Bookista Review
A British Bookworm’s Blog Promo Post
February 19th
Teatime and Books Promo Post
My Book Chatter Promo Post
The Color of Ink Promo Post
Sexy Bibliophiles Review
Concupiscent Bibliophile Review
Lynkons Library Blog
I hope you guys enjoy The Affair half as much as I enjoyed writing it! Let me know in the comments bellow what you thought, I would love to hear from you 🙂

The Affair Excerpt

Fourteen days until the release of The Affair, my first romance novel and the first in The Evolution Of Sin trilogy!

Eeeek! I am so nervous and excited that I’m practically bouncing off the walls and my cat Persephone keeps meowing at me to take a chill pill.

In anticipation of the big day, I have included a brief excerpt from the book bellow for you! It takes place in the first chapter just after our heroine Giselle meets the mysterious French hero on the plane to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Let me know what you think in the comments bellow!

When I woke up, it was to the delicate tapping of rain against the window and the brisk click of fingers on a keyboard. Deeply rested and disorientated, I moaned and stretched myself across my seat before righting it. Blinking away sleep, I looked up and met the searing eyes of my stranger.

“You had a good rest,” he noted, and for some reason, I flushed.

He was even more handsome than before, if that was possible. In the darkening night, his hair was mostly black, kissed red by the artificial overhead lights. He seemed like some creature of the night, something dark and too sexy to be true.

“Yes, thank you.” We were speaking in English now and I couldn’t remember if we had switched over before I fell asleep.

“We land in twenty minutes.” He watched my surprise and handed me a plastic cup of sparkling liquid. Our fingers brushed as he passed it off and a current of electricity made my grip on the cup shaky. Quickly, he righted it with his other hand and pressed both of my hands to the plastic. “You’ve got it?”

I nodded and flexed my fingers under his hold but he remained holding the cup, holding me, for a beat too long. He stared at me with a slight frown between his thick brows but I couldn’t begin to discern if it was out of displeasure or surprise. I had never been so attracted to a man in my life, and I wondered if I was imagining the thickening tension between us. My tongue darted out to coat my dry lips and his eyes followed their path intently. Abruptly, his hands were gone and he was sitting back in his seat, his fingers flying on the keyboard of his Blackberry.

I blinked and slowly sank back into my chair. Obviously, I had misread the signs. I took a sip of the sparkling liquid and discovered with delight that it was Ginger Ale. Sipping it slowly to savor the sweet pop of bubbles on my tongue, I turned my attention to the early evening turning into twilight the colour of a bruise outside my window. The sparkling lights of Los Cabos could already be seen ahead of us and instead of wondering about the intrepid stranger beside me, I focused on my excitement. I had one week of paradise before I met with reality in New York City.

After five years in Paris and only a handful of visits in that time, I would finally be reunited with my family. The last time we had all lived under the same roof I had been nineteen years old. My twin siblings Cosima and Sebastian had been the first to leave, Cosima when she was seventeen in order in model in Milan and Sebastian to New York City when a family friend had offered to take him in a short while later. I had lived with my mother and eldest sister Elena after that. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and refused to think about those years. It had been nearly five now since I had left our small life in Napoli to attend the National School of Fine Arts in Paris. Though I was close to my family, it had been good for me to spend these years apart from them. I was returning home to them a better person than I had been when I had hastily fled and I was both excited and anxious for them to see that.

“What are you smiling at?”

His question was faintly brusque, as if he was irritated with me. When I turned to him though his eyes were on the glowing screen of his phone.

“I haven’t been home in a long time, I’m looking forward to seeing my family again.”

“Your husband?” he asked tersely.

I laughed and it felt so delightful after hours of sickness and sleep that I laughed some more. He watched me with twisted lips, as if he wanted to smile but couldn’t understand why. “Was that funny?”

“Oh, not really.” I leaned forward conspiratorially. “But one needs a boyfriend to get married and I haven’t had one of those in years.”

“Now, that is funny.” He put his phone back in his pocket and I felt a flash of triumph that he was once more focused on me. “It is incomprehensible to me that you would be single.” His eyes sparkled as he leaned forward, and a lock of that overlong hair fell across his golden forehead. “Tell me, other than your obvious fear of flying, what’s wrong with you?”

I laughed. “We’re almost in Los Cabos, I don’t have time to list all my flaws.”

“I have a feeling there aren’t many,” he murmured, and stared at me in that way I was discovering he had, of looking through me and at me all at once. “But perhaps it’s better that you don’t tell me. A woman of mystery,” his voice was low and smooth, so captivating I didn’t register the pilot ready the plane for landing, “is a seductive thing.”

“You had better tell me about yourself then.” I leaned back in my seat as the plane began its steep descent into the city. “You’re handsome enough already.”

His loud chuckle surprised both of us. It was husky with disuse and his expression, though inherently beautiful, was almost pained. When the sound tapered off, it left him frowning. “What would you like to know?”

“Something repellent,” I demanded cheerfully.

“Repellent? That’s a tall order.” Though normally I was uncomfortable under the eyes of another, those baby blues against my skin invigorated me and I beamed back at him. “When I look at you, I can only think of,” his fingers found a lock of my auburn hair and he rubbed it between his fingers to release the scent, “Lavender and honey.”

“Well.” I cleared my throat. “Happily, we are talking about you.”

His grin was wolfish as he leaned back in his seat again. “I make a very good living.”

“Ah, you’re one of those.” His silver cuff links shone even in the dim light of the descending plane. “That helps, I’m more the starving artist type.”

“Hardly starving.” His eyes raked over my curves even though I wore a modest cotton shift.

Despite myself, I flushed. “No, but an artist all the same. Let me guess, you work with money.”

“In a sense,” he said, and his eyes danced. “Is this twenty questions?”

I laughed. “I haven’t played that since I was a kid.”

“Not so long ago.”

“Long enough,” I corrected and shot a look at him from the corner of my eye. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-one. I’m also 6’1 and I’ve broken my right arm three times.” His small smile was a boyish contrast to his sharp, almost aggressively drawn features. I wanted desperately to trace the taught line of his jaw and dip a finger into the slight hollow beneath his cheekbone.

“Twenty-three.” I pulled the bulk of my wavy hair to one side in order to show him the tattoo behind my ear.

When I didn’t explain its significance he frowned. “What is it?”

“A mark,” I said simply.

I jerked slightly when his fingers brushed over the swirled ink. “I like it.”

“Thank you.” My voice was breathy as I draped my hair once more over my shoulders.

“What brings you to Mexico? I take it your family doesn’t live here.” A finger ran done my arm lightly, indicating the paleness of my skin.

“My family is much more exotic than I am.” I thought of Mama and the twins with a slight grimace, years of hero worship were hard to completely eradicate. “My best friend booked the trip but couldn’t make it. I was only too happy to take her place.”

He nodded, his eyes intense as he contemplated me. The connection between us thickened and hummed like the air during an electrical storm. Disturbed, I shifted away from him to look out the window as we swooped low over the ground above the runway. Strangely, I did not feel my usual apprehension as the plane tentatively brushed the tarmac once, twice, before smoothly landing.

We did not speak as the pilot came on the overhead system announcing our arrival and it was only when he docked slowly at the terminal that I turned back to him. He faced forward, a furrow etched deeply between his brows and his mouth was firm with concentration. I wondered what he thought of me, of this strange meeting.

Sensing my gaze, he spoke, “I’ve been trying to decide if I should see you again.”

“What makes you think I would want to?” His eyebrow arched and I gave into his silent reproach with a little shrug. “What’s stopping you?”

The seat belt sign turned off and we both stood at the same time, suddenly almost touching, the slim space between us charged with electricity the color of his eyes. He looked down at me, his deep chestnut hair softening the dangerous edge of his features. “I have never wanted someone the way I want you.” His hand skimmed over my hip and sent a deep, throbbing shock through my system. “But I don’t like the idea that you could very well change my life.”

My heart clanged uncomfortably against my ribcage and though I desperately wanted to say something, I couldn’t find the words to untangle the jumble of hormones and desires I had been reduced to. So instead, I watched a serious smile tilt one side of his closed lips as his eyes scraped over my face one last time and then, without a word still, he left. I waited five minutes after he walked off the plane to follow.