Summons from His Grace

Summons from His Grace
Regency Anthology

A Scandal To Remember

A Scandal To Remember
Regency Romance

Crazy For You

Crazy For You
romantic comedy

To Love and Protect

To Love and Protect
Romantic Suspense

Dangerous Kiss

Dangerous Kiss
short story

Kisses Of Fire

Kisses Of Fire
contemporary romance

Spanish Eyes

Spanish Eyes
American Historical

Queen Of Hearts

Queen Of Hearts
Historical Western
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Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Scandal To Remember - is HERE!!

I'm so happy to announce my newest release. A SCANDAL TO REMEMBER is finally available!  I've had many readers ask about this book, and I'm excited it's finally here!  WOO-HOO!  My publisher, Dark Castle Lords Publishing gave me the PERFECT cover! Don't you think it looks romantic?


Revenge and passion come together as Cecily Lawrence attempts to make right the scandal that ruined her six years ago. Garrett Hastings, Earl of Blackmore, may not have taken her virginity that night they secretly met in the greenhouse, but being caught in an intimate embrace with the rogue definitely ruined her for any other man. Now, on his wedding day, she is determined to kidnap him but make it look like he’s running out on his own marriage to be with his mistress.




EXCERPT

“That was close,” he said.


“I know.”

She sighed and relaxed her back against the girder, then chuckled. “Garrett, being with you has certainly been an adventure tonight.”

He smiled. “Shall I assume you’re enjoying yourself, then?”

“Yes.”

“Splendid. I am certainly enjoying the evening.”

A fly buzzed by her head and he moved it away with his hand. The only discouraging thing about being this far in the shadows was he couldn’t see the blue of her eyes. But if he stepped closer… He followed his thoughts.

Her chest moved with quick breaths. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t tear his eyes from that spot—except when the fly buzzed between their faces, pestering him once again. Just as he was ready to knock it aside, an idea hit him, making him grin. “Why don’t you blow away the fly like you did the bee earlier?”

She laughed and shook her head. “I fear if I do, you may get the wrong impression of my intensions.”

“But my dear, sweet Cecily. I am led to believe your intensions are as wicked as my own.” He arched an eyebrow. “Or am I misreading you?”

Even in the dim lighting, he detected a blush on her cheeks. He swept his knuckle across her heated skin to get his answer.

“Garrett,” she said as she fingered one of the gold buttons on his over jacket. “I don’t know why I’m here with you now. Propriety dictates this is wrong.”

The fly darted by his face again, and he tried to swat it. Soon, her hands were trying to make the insect go away as well. After missing their target, they started laughing.

“Hold still,” he instructed, keeping his eyes on the fly. When it neared her hair, he batted his hand. Instead of knocking the fly away, he bumped her styled hair, making the pins fall out. Her curls tumbled out of the bun and hung around her shoulders.

“Oh, dear,” she gasped and tried to fix it.

Mesmerized, he stopped her hands, lowering them to his chest as he held her palms against him. “Don’t,” he spoke in a deep voice. “I’ve never seen hair so beautiful before.”

“Garrett…this is indecent.” Her voice cracked.

“Please, allow me this one thing.” He caressed her hair, running his fingers from the top of the curls all the way to the bottom where they rested against her bosom. She inhaled sharply but didn’t remove his touch. “Your hair is so silky.”

Against his hand, her chest heaved with quick breaths. He ran the tip of his fingers up her hair once again, until reaching the curve of her neck before sliding his touch to her skin. Creamy, just as he’d imagined it would be. In slow circles, he rubbed his fingers along her collarbone, and down the swell of one breast. The Lord had certainly blessed her, and Garrett thanked the Almighty that she hadn’t put a stop to his exploration.

When he reached the edge of her bodice he stopped, but only to move in a different direction as he traced her gown. Her breaths grew quicker, as did his own, but something else grew as well. His arousal leapt by leaps and bounds the longer she allowed his ministrations.

Hesitantly, he slipped a finger inside her bodice, searching for a nipple. The bead rubbed his finger, creating a deep groan from Cecily, and he was surprised when one came from his throat as well. “Cecily, I want to hold you so bad it’s killing me.”


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~Phyllis~
Monday, August 8, 2011

We have a WINNER!!!!!

Before I announce the winner, I want to say THANK YOU for everyone who entered my contest. This was my first, and I had such a great response I will definitely have another one.

So, let me announce the winner now.

LATISHAJEAN won the $10 gift card from Walmart!  I will email you to get your mailing instructions.

THANKS again everyone!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Summer Giveaway Hop

I'm participating with other authors in this exciting event! All these authors are also having giveaways, so be sure to visit their blogs and enter!  Go here for other giveaways - http://iamareadernotawriter.blogspot.com/p/giveaway-hop_17.html


For my contest, I'll be giving away a $10 gift card from Walmart. To enter, all you have to do is follow my blog and leave a comment with your name and email so I can contact the winner. The contest runs from August 1st - 7th. You can enter the contest during these days.


Thanks for entering! And have fun with the other authors who are participating in this blog!


~Phyllis~

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Phyllis Campbell is an award-winning, multi-published and best-selling author of romance; from the dark and mysterious hero who sends shivers up your spine to the fiesty heroines who somehow manage to keep them in line. She's published with Bookstrand Publishing, Champagne Books, The Wild Rose Press, and most recently, The Dark Castle Lords Publications. Most of her reviewers have given her the title of “Queen Of Sexual Tension”. Married with kids (and three grandchildren), Phyllis has lived in Utah all of her life and enjoys family activities when she’s not writing her next sensual story.

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