Fairy Wishes-New Review

I just received a wonderful review for Fairy Wishes by Mary over at Bitten by Books. To read the full review just give a click here.

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Fairyland

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Hot Property-New Review

I just found a new review of Hot Property. A very good review. Needless to say I'm doing the happy dance. Here's a snippet of the review.

Hot Property brings us into a fast paced world of immediate emotion, snap decisions, and two strong minded individuals. The book was reviewed by Snapdragon who gave it a 4 Book rating. The full review is over at Long and Short Reviews. I'll dance all night if you head over there and leave a comment. Just give a click here.

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FAIRYLAND-Excerpt

Unedited excerpt of Fairyland.

Olivia Madison tramped on the gas pedal, determined not to glance in the rearview mirror at the city she left behind. The city she loved. She drove like lightning for a safe haven from the worse day of her life on Wall Street. What better place to replenish her spirit than her grandparents’ farm in Pennsylvania.

A few days of peace and quiet in the countryside with some home cooking and she’d be ready to do battle again. With a clear head and a full belly she just might regain some of the small fortune she’d lost in the last week as well.

Dusk turned to darkness as she crossed the state line. Once she left the highway, she had the country road pretty much to herself. She’d be at the farm in less than an hour, provided she continued driving at top speed.

She turned on the radio and put down the front windows to let the October night air keep her alert. The last time she traveled the same road this time of night she had a few close calls, first with a skunk, then a deer.

“What the ….” Olivia’s jaw dropped, her foot slammed against the brake. Fingers squeezed the steering wheel as she twisted it to the left in an attempt to avoid the funnel cloud swirling toward the beam of her headlights. Copyright(c)Lacey Diamond

Coming from New Concepts Publishing December, 2009.

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Another New Release Date

It looks like Fairyland will be available December, 2009 from New Concepts Publishing.

Next up an excerpt, coming soon.

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Fairyland-New Release Date

Okay, Fairyland has a new release date of January, 2010 from New Concepts Publishing.

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Hot Property-New Review

Hot Property received a review from Coffee Time Romance. Here's a snippet.

Skylar and Betsy are a wild pair. They clash against each other at every opportunity. But even if they will not admit it, they bring out the best in each other. If only Betsy would learn to talk to him. Her poor opinion of men in general causes most of Betsy's problems. Ms Diamond has given us a thrilling story of love overcoming prejudice and fear.

Hollie
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & more

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Hot Property-First Review

I just received my first review for Hot Property and I'm doing the happy dance. Here's a snippet of the review given by You Gotta Read Reviews.

Hot Property is the first book that I have read from Lacey Diamond and made me want to read more of her work. The characters were believable and entertaining. I enjoyed Ms. Diamond's style of writing especially the first meeting between Betsy and Skylar. I encourage you to pick up this book as you will find it is a sweet yet sexy romance with an engaging story line.

Reviewed by Val.

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FAIRYLAND-Great News

Fairyland, the sequel to my erotic fantasy Fairy Wishes will be available December, 2009 from NewConceptsPublishing.

This book was so much fun to write. I can't wait for it to be available to my readers. I'll put up an excerpt soon.

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Hot Property

The buy link is finally on my publisher's page to purchase Hot Property. So if you checked before and couldn't find it, it's there now. Give a click right here.I can't wait to hear from my readers. So give me your comments-good or bad. Thanks, Lacey

Hot Property Available

I just checked my publisher's website and Hot Property released today.

To read an excerpt or purchase your copy just give a click here.

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Hot Property To Release

Scheduled to released tomorrow from Awe-Struck Publishing. You can read a blurb on the coming soon page by clicking here.

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New Contract

I just received a new contract from NCP (New Concepts Publishing) for the sequel to Fairy Wishes. This new book is titled Fairyland This is Olivia's story. For those who haven't read Fairy Wishes yet it's available here.

More updates coming soon.

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Twitter

Since twitter appears to be the new social network place to be, I thought I'd give it a try. It seems pretty simple to figure out. Now if only I remember to post there. Anyone who wants to follow my tweets you can get there here.

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New Release Date

Okay, my publisher made a change and I have a new release date for Hot Property. The book has been moved ahead a week. So the new release date will be May 29, 2009. But that will be here before you know it.

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Hot Property Countdown

My contemporary romance Hot Property is on my publisher's coming soon page. The ebook's release date is May 22, 2009. So for all who enjoy a fun romance the wait is almost over. Mark your calendars. I'll also be sure to remind you again closer to the date.

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Fairy Wishes-Available Now

Drum roll please-Fairy Wishes, my fantasy novella is available for purchase at New Concepts Publishing.

So what do you think of the cover? In my opinion, Alex DeShanks does fantastic work.

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Fairy Wishes-Excerpt

Chapter One

Claire Johnson's fingers cramped for the umpteenth time. She let go of her little garden digger and flexed her gloved hand a few times, then went back to work. The birds' early morning chirping from where they'd gathered on the telephone line overhead grated on her nerves like most everything else these days. The only reason she was on her knees seeding her flower garden was out of habit. She knew she wouldn't enjoy the scents or blossoms when they bloomed like so many summers before.
"Damn tree root," she cursed, using her digger to stab the ground below the solid mass she hadn't been able to budge. Another hard jab and the dirt cracked on both sides of the packed earth.
She rammed the pointed tip of the digger into one of the cracks and a solid clump of soil popped out. Claire let go of her tool and picked up the hard dirt. Her tired old eyes widened as chunks of ground fell away, exposing a dollhouse-sized teapot. She used her gloved fingertips to rub off the last layer of caked-on-dirt.
"What the …." Claire dropped the tarnished tin and jumped up when a puff of white smoke shot from the spout. She took backward steps as the tiny cloud became a tornado spinning right for her and crashed into her forehead with a thud.
Claire blinked to clear her vision. To make the miniature-sized woman with wings and waving a wand disappear from the tip of her nose. But flipping her eyelids shut and opening them didn't make her go away.
Now Claire could add hallucinating to her recent state of mind. She squeezed her eyelids shut and shook her head. Determined the little woman would be gone when she opened her eyes. She disappeared from Claire's nose, but flapped her tiny wings as she buzzed in front of her face.
"What do you want?" Claire asked.
"That's my question to you," the fluttering woman said.
Now Claire knew she was losing it. No way could someone so little have a voice as loud as her own.
"What are your three wishes?"
Claire glanced at the teapot she'd dropped, then chuckled for the first time in longer than she could remember as she peeled off her work gloves.
The woman made another landing on the tip of Claire's nose. Only this time she propped her hands on her hips. "I'm waiting."
Claire's hand swung up to swat her away, but instead caught the rim of her straw hat and knocked it off her head. Thick gray curls tumbled over her shoulders and down her back.
The woman sprung off Claire's nose and went back to buzzing in front of her face more than an arm-length away. "There's no getting rid of me until your wishes are granted."
Claire hissed, then wheeled around and headed for the house. She made it to the back porch before the woman flew in front of her face again. Claire began swatting at her, connecting only with thin air as they danced round and round across the large porch.
"Give up yet?" the woman asked on a fly-by past Claire's ear.
Claire lowered her arm to her chest and stood still, trying to catch her breath. "If I weren't … an old woman … I'd have nailed you … on the first swing."
"I can make you young again to see if you're right."
Claire's eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted into a devilish grin. "To be twenty-five again."
The woman waved her wand and tapped the tip of Claire's nose. "Done. Two to go."
It began in Claire's head, a wobbly sensation. The movement rolled down her throat, frame, and limbs. Once she was on steady footing again, she glanced down her front. Just in the nick of time to catch her overhauls and pull them up as they slid down her slender hips. Stunned, she glared at the little woman.
"Guess you were a lot thinner at that age."
Claire finally blinked, then closed her mouth and swallowed before sputtering, "You made me twenty-five again?"
"You asked me to. You have two wishes left."
Claire collapsed on the porch swing. After a few moments of staring into space, she raised her palms in front of her face. She studied them briefly, then flipped them over and stared at the other side. "The wrinkles are gone." She reached up and let her fingers caress her cheeks. "They're as soft as a baby's bottom."
"You're an attractive young woman."
Claire started to stand, remembered her oversized pants and remained in her seat. "Who are you?"
The itsy-bitsy flying woman made a downward swoop and landed on the swing's armrest. "The name's Pinky," she stated proudly. "In case you haven't noticed, my hair, eyes, and attire are pink."
Claire licked her dry lips. "Pinky."
"That's right. Pinky, the wish fairy."
Claire looked over the porch railing to her flower garden, half expecting to see her old body face down in the dirt, thinking she'd died and gone to some magical place between heaven and hell. But the only thing in the dirt was her straw hat and the little teapot.
She focused on Pinky who now sat on the porch railing, swinging her tiny legs back and forth. "I don't believe in fairies."
"Most don't until they meet one."
Claire studied her hands again. "Have I lost my mind?"
"Don't think so. But if that's what you want ...."
"No," Claire screeched.
"Then what do you want?"
Claire sat back in her seat. All kinds of thoughts whirled inside her head. She still wasn't convinced she hadn't gone insane or died and was caught or lost somewhere in the stratosphere. But what if Pinky was real? After all, the wish fairy had made her a young woman again.
She had the body of her twenties again. Could she have the man she fell head-over-heels in love with back then too? Could she have her husband back? Could she have her son home again?
Claire's thoughts centered on how happy she was at twenty-five. In love for the first time. Nothing comes close to that blissful feeling of "Falling in love."
"That is your wish?"
Claire shot Pinky a look. Her last three words had slipped out accidentally, making it too late to take them back. She had a decision to make. Tell the truth or say what Lucas would've expected her to say. "I want to fall in love with my husband all over again. I miss him and would give anything to have him here again."
Pinky frowned. "I can grant much. But Pinky can't bring back the dead."
"How do you know he's dead?"
Pinky shrugged. "I just do." She swung her legs up and stood on the railing snickering. "You want a lover? Cause I can give you that." She arched a pink eyebrow. "A man who will pleasure you in ways you haven't known in a very long time."
Claire snickered. "My husband was quite the lover in our younger days."
Pinky closed her eyes, then flipped up her lids. "If truth be told, you missed out on a lot in the pleasure department. From my vision, Lucas never brought you to a climax."
Claire's smooth cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and anger. "How dare you?"
"Oh don't be such an old prude, Claire. Men like Lucas think crawling on top of a woman and pumping until they ejaculate is the only thing that matters."
As much as she would've liked to dispute what Pinky said, she couldn't.
"Claire, do you know how long I've been locked away in that prison?" Pinky asked and hopped over to the armrest of the swing.
"The teapot?"
"Call it what you like. To me it was prison a mean little boy put me in a hundred years ago and buried in the backyard to spite his older sister. Kind of like the prison Lucas kept you in on this secluded Pennsylvania farm." Pinky smiled and winked. "I'm free now and so are you."
Claire shook her head. "I don't understand any of this."
"You don't have to. All that's necessary is making two more wishes I can grant." She threw up her arms. "It's the least I can do after you set me free."
"How long will I remain in this young body?"
"If you like, until you grow old again. If not, you say the magic words. I want to be my old self again, then snap your fingers."
"Sounds simple enough."
"Claire, you look like you did when you were twenty-five. But, we both know you were a newly wed long before that. Your memory is correct though about falling head-over-heels in love at age twenty-five. The young man wasn't that evil husband of yours Lucas. You fell in love with Henry." Pinky drew a long breath and exhaled slowly with a heavy sigh. "Now that man knew how to satisfy a woman. Henry truly loved you. That's why when you asked him to leave he did."
Something was happening inside Claire again. Picturing Henry sent a carnal heat through her. The same pleasurable sensation she felt every time she saw him all those years ago. She trembled remembering the way his lips, tongue, and fingers had caressed her.
"I'd forgotten," Claire said.
"About Henry or the way he made you feel?"
Claire stopped staring off into space and focused on Pinky. "I've never forgotten Henry. Never knew what became of him after he left here."
"He headed as far west as he could go. Married a sweet girl he grew to love over the years. The poor soul never could forget about you though. He still thinks about you more than he does his deceased wife."
Claire's blue eyes lit up. "Henry's still alive?"
"Alive and well for a man of seventy. He lives for visits from his daughter's kids."
"Henry has grandkids?"
"Two. A boy and a girl just like you."
Claire's heart shot to her throat. It took a long time before she could speak. "I have grandchildren?"
Pinky nodded. "Thanks to Lucas, you've missed out on quite a bit of living, Claire."
Claire went back to staring into space. "I have grandkids."
"Would you like to see them? Because that's something I can grant. Have to warn you though. They're almost your age."
Claire glanced down her front, then at her young hands before focusing on Pinky.
"Or I can give you what most people would ask for."
"And what's that?"
"More money than they could ever spend."
"Say what you want about Lucas, but the man made sure I'd have enough money to live out my life."
Pinky peered at the sun faded and paint blistered old farmhouse. "Provided you don't spend on anything but the bare essentials."
Claire hated being reminded of Lucas's faults, which made her painfully aware of her own. By the time she saw how evil the man she married could be, she didn't have the courage to change the course of her life.
She knew if Lucas found out about her love affair with Henry he'd kill them both. Henry wanted to confront him. To tell him they were in love. But Claire pleaded with him not to and he reluctantly agreed. Henry would've pulverized Lucas in a fist fight. But Lucas didn't fight fair. He'd shoot Henry in the back before he'd let him walk off with his wife, his property. When Henry suggested they run away together she would've done it in a heartbeat. But Claire refused to leave her young son behind and taking him with them wasn't an option. Lucas would hunt them down, kill her and Henry, and spend the rest of his life reminding their son his mother was a cheating whore who deserved to die.
Claire made a decision she'd regretted with each waking breath for the last fifty years. Lucas's deathbed confession made the horrible mistake she'd made grow more painful to bare everyday since.
She'd sent Henry away, believing it was the only choice she could make. The man she loved would live and she'd get to see her son grow up. Had she known Lucas had gotten wind of their affair and was making plans of his own, her decision would've been different. And she wouldn't be spending the remainder of her life consumed with self pity and guilt for not standing up to Lucas the day he came home without their son.
"So, you ready to tell me what your two wishes are?"
Pinky's voice cut into Claire's painful memories. She shoved back her shoulders and gave the little fairy her full attention. "I'm ready."
Pinky hopped onto Claire's lap. "Fire away."
"I want my young lover back, and my son."
"Your adult son?"
Claire wrinkled her brow. She needed to give her decision more thought. "If I bring back the little boy Lucas took from me, what happens to his children?"
Pinky twisted her lips to one side. "Hmm, that's the thing. His children are gonna have to disappear from his life for good."
"Is he a good father, Pinky?"
Pinky's mouth spread into a smile. "You'd be real proud of him."
Tears came into Claire's eyes. "I can't take him from his family."
Pinky hopped back over onto the swing's armrest, her back to Claire for a few minutes before she jarred around to face her. "Here's a thought. I give you back Henry as a young man. Then, when or if the two of you decide the time has come to see your children again, you say the words and snap your fingers."
"But we'll be younger than them."
"If that's what you want. If you remember, I did offer you a way of returning to your former grandmother age."
Claire looked past Pinky to open space, then focused on her.
"I know what you're thinking, Claire. The answer is yes. You can have a delicious love affair with Henry, then reunite with your adult son. The topper is ...." Pinky stopped mid-sentence and twisted her tiny lips to one side. "Nah, I think I'll leave that as a surprise. So do we do this or not?"
Claire took a deep breath releasing it slowly. "We do it."
Pinky tossed her a satisfied smile. "You need to close your eyes for this one. When you open them I'll be gone."
"Where will you go?"
"Anywhere these little wings want to carry me," Pinky said, flapping her wings as she buzzed in front of Claire's face. "Now close your eyes."

Chapter Two

Claire did as she was told. She opened her eyes seconds later standing in front of the antique bureau mirror in her bedroom. She couldn't stop staring at the young woman looking back at her. Her flawless features were wrinkle free. Dark thick curls tumbled over her slender shoulders and down her back. The work shirt and overhauls were gone. A silky white nightgown now clung to her curved body and long legs.
She sensed his presence a moment before she saw his reflection in the mirror as he stepped into the bedroom doorway stopping on the spot.
His intoxicating blue eyes fixed on her. "Claire."
Her hand pressed against the center of her voluptuous breasts where her heart had swelled and pounded so hard it took her breath away. She slowly turned to face him. "Henry."
His mouth widened into the enticing smile she recognized from all those years ago, sending a warm tingling sensation gushing through her veins.
"You're as beautiful as the day I left you here, Claire."
Her heart stopped. She attempted a smile, but the sadness that swept through her made it impossible. "You didn't desert me, Henry. I begged you to leave."
He arched a dark eyebrow, then nodded. "I loved you too much to refuse you anything you wanted. Still do."
She swallowed hard. "I know."
He glanced down his rippling bare chest and jeans to his scuffed boots, then steadied his gaze on her. "Did you have a good life, Claire?"
She smiled to keep from bursting into tears. "Oh Henry, my life isn't over. It's about to begin." Instant relief in his expression sent a breathtaking erotic sensation torpedoing through her. Releasing the hold on her breath, she tossed him a devilish grin and winked. "That is if you get over here and kiss me the way you used to."
He chuckled. "I can do that."
Claire didn't wait for him to come to her. She met him halfway, stretched on tiptoes to reach his soft, wet, and delicious tasting lips as they molded over hers. A fierce heat of desire swirled from her lips to the tips of her toes when his powerful arms circled her and drew her against his perfectly chiseled, steaming-hot body.
His lips traveled south, kissing along her throat, then upward to nibble on an earlobe. "I've missed your arousing scent," he murmured, sniffing along her neck.
"It's the lavender soap I use."
Breathing heavily, he cupped her chin in his fingertips and stared down into her pale blue eyes. "No. It's your woman scent."
His lips collided with hers again. Sucking and licking, then he used his tongue to caress hers. Pleasurable moans filled the bedroom until Henry eased his lips from hers. His sky blue eyes held hers captive. "You taste as sweet as I remember."
Claire's tongue slowly licked across her lower lip. "Ditto."

Copyright(c)2009 Lacey Diamond

Available March 18, 2009 from New Concepts Publishing.

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Official

I received the official release date for Hot Property. So for all my wonderful readers, mark your calendars. May 22, 2009 is the big day.

Fairy Wishes is going to be available sooner. And the March release date is almost here. Stay tuned for an excerpt coming soon.

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Hot Property

Unedited Excerpt:

Betsy rounded the archway stepping into the dining room and there he stood.

Her breath caught in her throat. She could simply blame it on being taken by surprise. But that would only be half true. Something about this stranger awakened a peculiar, yet pleasant sensation that flowed through her.

It could have something to do with the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling the room. Or just the way he held his head as he picked over the literature on the table. Whatever it was, she couldn’t just stand there gaping at him like a love struck teenager.

It was a mystery to Betsy that her legs felt a bit wobbly when she took a few giant steps toward him and extended her hand across the table. “Hi there, I’m Betsy Alexander.”

A crushing sensation in Skylar’s chest took his breath away as her hand reached out to him. Relief flooded through him when she finally lowered her arm and continued to smile after he didn’t accommodate her invitation to shake hands.

“You’re the one handling the open house?” he asked, grateful his words came without a stutter or something equally humiliating.

The coldness in his tone was compatible to the steely eyes that commanded an answer. Betsy cleared her throat. “Yes, I am.” Something within saved her from a shrinking feeling and she stood tall. God knows he still towered over her. “I was just about to lock up. But I’d be happy to show you the house.” She told him when she’d be happier if he’d just leave.

“Well lead the way then.”

What arrogance, Betsy thought as she moved into the hallway, tempted to look over her shoulder to see if he followed. But unnecessary since the scent of his cologne grew more powerful as it swirled down around her, making her feel half dizzy.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the home is immaculate,” she began as she climbed the open staircase to the second floor. To the bedrooms.

A fierce ‘oh no’ screamed within her. What if he’s a rapist? A serial killer. She wasn’t aware that she was practically running up the steps. At the landing, she quickly whirled around to see where he was and crashed into him where he stood on the top step. His strong hands caught her around the elbows.

Skylar’s nostrils flared as her sweet scent drifted upward, giving him a moment of lightheadedness. He exhaled to try and rid himself of the enticing sensation.

Time seemed to freeze while Betsy’s heart beat frantically. Yet, she could have sworn she stopped breathing. Slowly, she peered up, just in time to see the amused smile and warmer eyes before he quickly let go of her. He wasted no time stepping around her onto the landing and took over the lead.

His move suited Betsy just fine. She didn’t think she could handle more of the unnerving sensations she’d experienced with him behind her as she climbed the stairs. Certain his blue eyes were taking in every inch of her curved hips, outlined by the light colored material of her skirt, which ended just above her kneecaps. She had no doubts he’d given her nylon calves a close look as well.

It was her turn to get a good look at him as he strode down the hallway. His short dark hair appeared professionally cut and styled. Not a strand out of place. His broad shoulders were covered with a mint green colored short sleeved shirt that revealed deeply tanned muscled arms. Khaki trousers covered the nicely rounded buns and long legs.

She watched him open the door to the master bedroom and disappear inside. His absence made her remember why she was here and she dashed through the doorway crashing smack into him once again.

Betsy grunted from sudden impact before glaring up at him, certain her face shaded red to match the background in her printed blouse.

Skylar’s hands grasped hold of her arms a second time. He couldn’t help thinking she’d sensed his attraction to her and was intentionally trying to seduce him. Time to put a stop to it before she had him buying a house he had no intention to own.

“Do you make a habit of banging into people to get their attention, Miss Alexander?”

“Of course not.” She jerked away from him, from those accusing eyes. A second later she wondered how he knew she was a Miss. She distinctly remembered introducing herself as Betsy Alexander.

“Then perhaps you should consider having your eyes examined.”

He stepped around her and back into the hallway.

For one brief moment, this bold, arrogant and downright rude man had Betsy contemplating why she stayed in this business. She didn’t have time to dwell on the thought. If she didn’t get moving the last potential buyer for Stephanie’s house would get away.

“Did you see the half bath in the master bedroom?” she questioned as she rushed down the hall to catch up to him.

“I saw it,” he answered sharply and opened another bedroom door and took a quick peek inside.

“Have you noticed the hardwood floors were recently refinished?”

Skylar needed to put distant between them. Get a breath of fresh air before he made a move he’d later regret. “I’ve noticed, Miss Alexander.”

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Available May, 2009 from Awe-Struck.net

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