Viva Las Vegas and Long Live Elvis!

My novella Long Live The King releases on May 7 from Champagne Books and I'm excited.  This one's close to my heart because my late aunt, Janet Puett, and I shared our appreciation for the KING - aka Elvis.  The dedication is to Janet although she passed away long before I finished this one. 

Here's the awesome cover (by Trisha FitzGerald):

   Lacie Logan is just another Delta raised beauty until her attempts at a movie career fail and leave her working as a professional escort in Las Vegas.  She doesn’t like it, but what's a girl to do? Then, during an unexpected thunderstorm, she walks into a coffee shop and is suddenly back in April 1956.  When she meets Elvis Presley, she’s sure she must be dreaming but when their chance encounter becomes a full-blown romance, she realizes that she has the chance to both win the King of Rock and Roll’s heart and change history.  

 

If that's not enough, how about just a little excerpt...

“It’s not as pretty as you are,” Elvis said as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. That little kiss back at the hotel felt like butterfly wings against her face but this one smoldered, slow and with plenty of heat. His mouth invaded hers, his tongue stretched to intertwine with hers in soft, erotic caress that notched her inner fire into flame. Elvis’ lips conquered her mouth and then moved down to the soft skin of her throat, kissing and biting with such exquisite strokes her skin felt sensitive and her nerves melted with heavy voltage level delight.

One arm remained around her; the other fondled her, touched her breasts with gentle movements as if he longed to caress but did not want to offend. His care evoked a powerful tenderness within Lacie but his touch scorched wherever it touched. His fingertips calloused from guitar playing, slid the shoulders of her peasant blouse down so he could bury his face against her breasts, still tucked inside the lace-trimmed brassiere. The feel of his breath against her skin destroyed any defenses and blazed with such heat she thought she would shiver with delight.

Lacie kissed him back, putting all her own desire into the act, sharing all she could summon of soul and self. If his arms had not held her steady, anchored her to the physical world about them, she thought she might have drowned in delight.

His mouth, she thought with pleasure, was like barbecue, sweet, smoky with a little hint of sugar, and just spicy enough to intrigue. Lacie feasted on his southern flavor and loved it, more than ready to ride the rising surge of passion into ecstasy.

Their kissing lasted forever and just a brief moment. In that timeless span, Lacie yielded her heart to Elvis. She could not deny she loved him with every facet of being, mind, heart, body, and soul. Nor could she claim she did not want him with every carnal sense. In his arms, burning with his heat that reflected from her fever, she claimed him as her soul mate and ached to make him her significant other, forever.

Elvis broke away first, his breath rough but his smile brilliant.

“We need to whoa here, girl,” he gasped as she put her hand on his heaving chest. “This isn’t how I want it to be for us, not for the first time. That has to be special, Linda.”

Her heart pounded like a carpenter hard at work but something deep down inside melted like butter on a baked potato. His eyes never left her face, drinking her in with such tenderness she wanted to cry with a mad, crazy joy. She wanted him, here and now or any time. It didn’t have to be wedding dress white but if that was what he wanted, she thought, then he could have it. Elvis, the man she knew and loved, deserved any sacrifice but her Elvis, her adorable, considerate, man, was not the legend. This Elvis was private and hers alone.