January 2015 Newsletter

Happy New Year!

It’s all change this year, with new publishers and new series – and a relaunch of my website!

Going forward, I’m writing my contemporaries and paranormals under the name L.M. Connolly. Lynne Connolly will still be the name for my historicals. I decided to split the site, rather than create two identities, so I’ll still be talking about all the books as Lynne. It’s just a way of separating what I write and giving each genre a bit more room.

Tell me what you think!

http://lynneconnolly.com

http://lmconnolly.lynneconnolly.com

there are links from Lynne to L.M. and back again, so if you like everything I write (and bless you for that!) you can make the switch easily. And the basic layout of both sites is the same. Don’t you hate when you visit multiple websites and you have to navigate your way around in a different way? Or maybe that’s part of the pleasure for you. I’m a relative beginner, so let me know!

I designed both sites, but these days it’s a lot easier than it used to be. But I still make mistakes, so I’d appreciate knowing if you come across any. And any improvements you’d like to see.

For the rest, what does 2015 have in store?

Well, I’ll be at RT in May, in Dallas, and I’m arriving with my friend, author Liah Penn, so do let us know about anything we simply must not miss! I’m going back to New Orleans beforehand, because I can’t stay away. Love that town!

My arthritis is thriving, but that means I’m using speech recognition some of the time. Got to love that my computer now knows all the dirty words! It seems a bit obsessed with them, actually, and I’m going to have to make it unlearn them!

For this month all the books in the Dept 57 series are $2.99, a dollar off.

Oh yes, and I’ve reduced the price of the first in the series, “Chemistry of Evil.” Free on every platform except Amazon, where it’s 99 cents, which is all that Amazon will allow individual publishers. Apparently, if you tell Amazon that you got the book cheaper elsewhere, they’ll make the book free, but I can’t do it any other way. So if you want to load your Kindle, that’s the way!

Next month, I have a big release – the next Emperors book, “Temptation Has Green Eyes”!

If you feel so inclined, tweets and Facebooks, Amazon reviews and all the other things that help a book to get noticed are greatly appreciated.

So what are your plans for the year? Will I see any of you at RT?

Chemistry of Evil special offer for January!

Excerpt

 Start your new year with a bargain! To celebrate the release of Chemistry of Evil, for the month of January you can get this book for 99 cents only!

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Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00HNFXLZG

Sophie Adams is engaged, but the second she sees sexy Evan Howell, she wants him. When her fiancé dumps her, Evan is there to catch her. And show her a passion she’d never dreamed of before, drawn from his dark experiments into sexual magick, a magick that has driven more than one man insane. Enthralled by the new world Evan introduces her to, Sophie wants more.

Evil follows them across the Atlantic. From Arthurian Cornwall to New York, Mordred, cursed son of King Arthur, stretches his evil influence to encompass Sophie, Evan and everyone they love. Evan has already lost his sister to Mordred and his supporters—he refuses to lose Sophie, too.

Evan, ex-convict hacker turned CIA computer genius for Department 57, explores the dark side of life. It will take all his skill to save Sophie from the danger threatening to take her over, body and soul. All his skill—in the bedroom as well as out of it.

Together, the three will embark upon a dance of danger, at the end of which there will be only two. . .or one. . .or none

Extract

Sophie hadn’t realized the true meaning of the phrase “burning eyes.” She did now. Hardly had she got to her feet when she found herself swept up into his arms. Holding her close Evan moved rapidly across the large living space in the direction of the staircase. She kept her gaze on his face, and saw the hunger there, reflecting the hunger she knew lay deep in her own eyes.
He laid her on the bed, and Sophie had a fleeting thought that it was as well no one had moved it, for he didn’t take his attention from her for a moment. Only then did he follow her down and take her in a deep kiss that robbed her of all reason. He propped himself on his elbows and stared down at her. “You want this? Really? Because, Sophie, if you stay in this bed tonight, you’re never going back to the other one unless it’s with me.”
“Oh yes,” she said.
“This morning you were stressed, and I was desperate. I knew I’d have to give you the choice next time. I couldn’t take it for granted. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, baby. A fairy covered in dirt, fresh from uncovering secrets hidden for centuries. I wanted to take you into the shower and wash every beautiful inch of you and then take you to bed to keep you warm. Now I know you better, I want a lot more than that.”
She saw the question in his eyes and knew it was reflected in her own. “I want this, Evan.”
He kissed her and caressed her body, long sweeps of his hands from her hips to her underarms and back again, cupping his hands to fill them with the curves of her bottom. She reciprocated, touching his back, feeling his muscles move and flex under her hands. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants, and heard his chuckle. “In a hurry, are we?” he teased, lifting himself on one elbow.
She replied with a smile. “You might say that.”
“Well, we’re here until Cristos tells us otherwise. We might as well make the most of it.” He glanced at her, and she smiled to show him she knew he wasn’t serious. He ran his hand along the buttons of her shirt, undoing them as he went.
She busied herself with his shirt. “Do you always do what Cristos tells you?”
“No.” His voice lowered to a dark purr. “But I don’t buck his authority just for the hell of it. The decision made sense.”
He had undone her shirt. She sat up so he could take it off her. She leaned forward and slipped his shirt down his arms so she could touch his chest. It was strong, with well-defined muscle, hot to her touch and lightly furred. “You feel good.” His indrawn gasp told her he enjoyed her caresses.
“So do you.” He opened her shirt and put his hands on her. She responded with shivering recognition. He felt right, his touch a welcome thing.
Sophie flinched with the extra sensitivity, as though her experiences that night had opened something new inside her. She needed this intimacy, with this man, as she had needed no one quite that way before.