Bio: I was told to tell a little bit about myself, so here we go:
My name is Janice Seagraves. I’ve been married to the same man for thirty-one years. We live in the same small California town where I was born and grew up. We have one daughter who is just grown but still lives with us. Our home is a hundred year old haunted house (not kidding). We are owned by an overly affectionate cat, a handicapped dove, and a pigeon that is in love with my husband (also not kidding).
I’ve been writing toward publication for eleven years. Windswept Shores is my first book; the genre is erotic contemporary or contemporary erotic. Or is that the same thing? *scratches head* But there is a plot. It’s not just about the sex, folks. J And I think you can guess there is a little humor too.
I write mostly romance but of various genres: soft sci-fi, paranormal, and contemporary with some suspense elements, along with a little humor to make it more interesting. J
Janice’s website: http://janiceseagraves.org/
Windswept Shores’ buy link:
Windswept Shores Blurb:
The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?
Megan felt a ripple of muscles under her hand. Running her fingers higher, she found a nipple, then another one. The warm skin was smooth. Good. I hate a hairy chest. A belly button was at the bottom end of an even set of bumps. Oh, a six pack. Her caresses seemed to wonder back to the nipples, which hardened under her touch.
“Stop, luv, or I’ll be forced to return the favor,” Seth breathed.
Megan jerked her hand back like she’d touched a hot stove. Realizing she was spooning him, she scooted away. Heat started in her face, running all the way down her neck and chest. Oh, God, what am I doing? “Um, er, sorry, I-I was half asleep,” she stuttered.
“Hmm, a good excuse for a fondle,” he murmured as he rolled toward her.
In the pre-dawn light, she saw he wore nothing but his briefs, and he was happy to be there.
“Megz, this is killing me.”
She jerked her gaze to his face. “Maybe one of us should sleep in the bunk beds.”
“Can’t, luv. My feet hang off the end.”
“What did you do when Bill was alive?”
“I let ‘em hang. Bill was captain and entitled to the big bed.”
“I’m little enough to sleep in there.”
“You can’t climb up to the top bunk with yer hurt leg, and it’s the only one with a mattress.” He moved against her, slipping an arm around her waist, murmuring, “I reckon there’s something else we can share, besides sleeping arrangements.”
“Seth. Don’t. Please,” she said, afraid he would kiss her. When he moved away, she found herself disappointed. What is wrong with me? Visions of him seducing her flooded her mind. She bit her lip, trying to look anywhere but at his passion filled gaze.
“Megz, you know he’s dead.”
“No, I don’t!” she snapped. Tears filled her eyes.
“If he isn’t, I reckon he appreciates your faithfulness.” He got up to use the bathroom. Shortly, she heard water running.
“He never has before,” she whispered.
Thanks for stopping by Janice.
book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XUAMBhl76k