Constance knew she had to leave the house. There was no other option. She hitched up her ankle length nightdress and pulled on her running shoes. It wouldn’t be long before he found her. And when he did?
“I will not think about it.” Constance yanked the shoelace tight and it snapped. She told herself to be calm. She had time. All she had to do was get out of the house and run towards the sugar cane fields. She shivered as she thought of the evil lurking in the cane field at night. “From the frying pan into the fire.”
She had no idea how he got in the house. Ralph swore the house was secure. He insisted on checking each door and window himself. At the time, Constance thought it was sweet. But now? There was something not right about the whole situation. And where was Ralph? He said he would stay the night. Surely, he heard the windows smash and the creak of floorboards. Constance shook her head. Now was not the time to sit and think. “I have to move.” She grabbed the flashlight she kept beside her bed and moved to the bedroom door. To her horror, it started to open. Constance swallowed the scream that came to her lips. With nothing but a flashlight to defend herself, she knew she was doomed.
“Constance…where are you Constance?” That was Ralph calling. It sounded like he was calling from downstairs. Her bedroom was upstairs. So who is at my door? How had they gotten past Ralph? As the door swung open wider, Constance readied herself for a fight. She rushed forward and slammed the flashlight into the arm that appeared. She heard a man swear as the door swung wider, crashing into the wall behind. Constance screamed. Her intruder was tall, dark, and muscular, as well as covered in blood.
“You have to come with me.”
Constance backed away from him. “My boyfriend is in the house.” Ralph wasn’t her lover but it made it sound more solid and threatening.
“Yeah, I know, he’s the one who slashed my shoulder.”
“Ralph?” He declared he was against forms of violence.
The man winced as he slammed the door behind him. “If that’s the name of the deranged lunatic downstairs, then yeah.” He ignored her and went to a nearby dressing table. “You’re going to have to help me. My arm is useless at the moment.”
“I didn’t it hit that hard.” The sudden look of bemusement in his eyes surprised her. “Oh, you mean the knife wound.” It looked ugly, raw, and deep.
“Yeah, from your boyfriend, Ralph.”
“Well, he’s not actually my boyfriend.”
He pushed at the dressing table. “Glad to hear it. I expect presenting a homicidal lunatic to your parents would not be the thing to do. Now help me out here.”
“You may be a homicidal lunatic.”
“Honey, I’m the only one who can save your ass right now, so arguing just wastes time.”
“But—”
“Constance, Constance, where are you Constance?” Ralph called out in a sing-song tone, interrupting her. “I have a big surprise for you.”
“I don’t think you’ll like whatever he’s offering.”
It was then that all the pieces fell into place. The terrifying words in the notes sent by ‘anonymous,’ the garroted cat on her doorstep, and the slashed tires. “It was Ralph.” He was supposed to be her friend. He acted so concerned when terrible things happened to her. “But why?” Constance raced over and helped the man drag the dressing table against the door.
“Let’s just work on getting out alive.”
Suddenly, there was thumping against the door. “Let me in, Constance. I’m here to make everything better.” Thump, thump, thump. “I have a present for you.”
The man grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the window. “How do you feel about jumping out windows?”
And then the lights went out...
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Saturday, 4 June 2011
Watch out for Ralph...
Monday, 30 May 2011
Cherry Ripe....out now
Cherry Ripe - part of the Dirty, Sexy, Yours series is out now - click here to take a squiz - http://secretcravingspublishing.mybigcommerce.com/products/Cherry-Ripe-%28Dirty%2C-Sexy%2C-Yours%29.html
Yes, it's another cover with a nipple on it...
The blurb
When the lights go out Cherry gets to meet the sexy new neighbor she’s been lusting over from afar. Making out with the hot guy is better than reading a book with her pet tortoise. But what of the characters in the story? Can they put their lives on hold long enough for her to have an orgasm?
Mick is more than happy to take Cherry on the ride of her life. She is ripe for the picking and he wants on and in the lady. He can think of lots of sexy and dirty things to do to her in the dark. Her book can wait.
And what of storybook couple Constance and Jethro running for their lives? Can they outrun the madman with an axe? Is the strong physical attraction they have for each other based on fear or lust? Can they stay alive long enough to find out?
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Another great cover...
Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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Friday, 18 July 2008
Day 5 - 2 whole of freedom....
Let the pigeons loose! Knock Three Times has been released at Ellora’s Cave.
In a case of mistaken identity, Montgomery French thinks security expert Ballantyne Teague is the local bad boy. He turns her boring life upside down and she likes it.
Ballantyne has every intention of confessing the truth to Montie when the time is right. He has two objectives. The first is to make Montie fall hopelessly in love with him. The second is to catch the real burglar Montie thinks he is.
But Ballantyne is not the only one caught up in Montie’s life. Her ex-boyfriend has a secret that will shock her and a real bad boy lusts after her.
To buy click on the cover – and yes today you can enter the fantastic Amarinda and Anny Contest….
What could be better than kicking back with a good book? Winning two books - one from Amarinda Jones – Knock Three Times and one from Anny Cook – Kama Sutra Lovers. Fantastic. You want more? Be the envy of all with two hand made hair piks to adorn your locks. But wait – there’s even more! How about munching on a delicious care pack of Aussie treats? One lucky reader will win all of this. How do you win this fantastic prize? Go to www.annycook.com and www.amarindajones.com and answer an easy question -
If trapped on a deserted island what two things could Anny and Amarinda not live without? The answers can be found on the websites. As soon as you have them email
amarinda_jones@yahoo.com.au with your answers – there will be 4 in all.
The contest starts 18th July and closes midnight 23rd July 2008 (USA EST). The first correct entry drawn at random will win the prize. Good luck.
So, I only have 6 possible pages on my website that the answer can be on so it’s a doddle to find. What's in the Aussie care package? Three different packets of Tim Tams and Aussie chocolate bars - a Cherry Ripe, a Violet Crumble Bar and a Picnic - perfect food for book reading…and everyone know that calories do not count if you win the goodies…trust me, it’s all to do with karma. Anything you win cannot make you fat.
52 things you would love to say out loud at work
Have you been sent this at work? I always enjoy it when it lands in my work email. My favourites out of the 52….
- I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
- The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist
- It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
- Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
- Chaos, panic, and disorder. My work here is done.
- My, aren't you a black hole of need.
Beware the shopper stalker…
I needed a new handbag. I mentioned several weeks ago on the blog I was looking for one. It didn't have to be expensive but there had to be many compartments to carry all my crap in. A MacGyver handbag of you like. Anyway, I saw the perfect one today marked down to half price. The only problem was it was in the hands of another customer in the store. Bugger. Anyway I casually stalked the woman waiting for her to let go of it. She knew what I was doing and while she obviously could not make up her mind about it, she wasn’t about to let me have it. She handed it to her husband to hold on to so she could look at other bags. Ha! Amateur mistake! A man does not understand the complexities of shopping like a woman does so naturally any bright shiny object will divert his attention and make him put it down without thinking. Naturally I swooped in and got it. The woman was totally pissed off at her husband and he got a bollicking from her and I got the perfect handbag. Moral of the story - go shopping with a man and you lose.
A colleague, sitting near me, threw back her head and moaned in absolute pleasure. Uh huh…I casually looked over to see what was making her so very happy. She was sitting there with her eyes closed and a smile on her yes. O-kay…She opened them slowly and asked “do you like chocolate?” Does a chicken have lips? She told me to go to the café next door and order the hot chocolate with a shot or caramel in it. "It’s like a liquid Mars bar. Better than an orgasm mate.” Hmmm… better huh? I wandered over and asked to have what she was having and OMG! It was the most amazing drink! There was no way a man could compete with this drink unless he was dipped in caramel…hmmm…there's an idea...What makes you throw back your head and groan…food I mean…unless you want to be spill all on the blog…
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Thursday, 8 May 2008
'Got to laugh or scream or maybe sit in a corner and rock...
Mad About Mirabelle – review
I’m sure if you’ve read any of my previous reviews of this Australian wonder, you know I’m a die hard fan of Amarinda Jones. Mad About Mirabelle is just one more to add to the “Things I love about this author” list. The enthusiasm in which her latest couple engaged in carnal sports was not only exciting but hilariously funny. Talk about two energizer bunnies. Flynn and Mirabelle had to be out of their clothing more than in. I love couples who are able to smile and laugh as they get to know each other. Appreciation of life is so evident in Ms. Jones’ characters that you fall in love with them immediately. Anyone who loves to smile while enjoying desire won’t want to miss this latest morsel from an author who continues to bring as much fun as she does desire to her work.
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‘Got home last night and there was a card in my mailbox from Promptel that said “Service checked and everything working fine now.” Uh huh…I went inside and guess what? No dial tone – that was new – it was just the 
internet that was not working before – now the phone line was dead. I laughed my arse off….wankers… Saturday and the new connection to the rival company cannot come fast enough. So - off the topic of the as-useful-as-a-chocolate-fireguard-company aka Promptel. If you are an Aussie and want to know which company this is – email me and I’ll tell you who to avoid.
There is this big debate in Queensland at the moment – actually two – one is about a 64 year old child killer who is in hospital in a coma. This woman stood by as her mongrel dog of a husband raped a teenage girl then they both stabbed her to death. People are pissed – and rightly so in my less than humble opinion - that we are spending public money trying to keep this child killer alive. And no, the argument that she is a human does not wash in this case. She is lower than pond scum and doesn’t deserve a peaceful death. I truly hope there is a special hell for sub human people like this. Forgiveness for crimes like this? Never.
The other debate – the drought – the damn levels are dropping back down as no rain. People are now saying ‘why did the government have that day back in March where everyone could use water to do what ever they wanted to do with it for an hour?’ For those who don’t know, in south-east Queensland, we have been on water restrictions for yonks – yonks is a long time – do you use that as a time reference – yonks? We’re not supposed to use more than 140 litres of water a day and showers are cut down to 4 minutes. Though I did not participate in the use water for an hour however you like thing, it happened, and yes maybe it was crazy but we can’t be bitching about something that has happened. To my mind it goes into the shoulda-woulda-coulda pile of stuff that we need to move on from.
Dr Gozgo Zongo, apparently my good friend, sent me an email this morning. What did he want? First he asked if he could ‘trust me.’ Wow, that really made me feel special. Then he just asked that I send him $1000 so he could invest it into a new venture with me as his partner. What is it? Hmmm, not sure. Gozgo was a bit vague on that. Will I send money? Um, let me think…oh hell no. Who names these people and more to the point who would send Gozgo money? How many people do you reckon actually believe this shite?
For the past couple of days the coffee man who comes to our workplace has been most concerned about me. No coffee for Amarinda? Is she okay? Has she quit work? Is she on holidays? He was pleased to hear I was just ill and the thought of coffee was pukeable to me. As an old work acquaintance of mine, let’s call him Cedric, used to say, “I could puke all over someone’s shoes.” Okay, to be honest, Cedric said this a lot even when he wasn’t sick. He was a bit of a queen. So where was I? Yes – sick - miss a couple of days of an addiction and people begin to worry, not about you personally, but more about feeding your addiction. I suppose that’s sweet in its own, strange way. Beware the coffee pushers for they are truly divine…
Came home and cleaned this afternoon after work. No, I’m not sure either what possessed me. Maybe it was the home made cherry ripe slice that I bought at lunch time as I felt crap with this dry cough thing I now have – but I cleaned the house. Amazing, Grace. I do believe chocolate has restorative powers. What is a Cherry Ripe? It’s the nectar of the gods I tell you.
Someone sent me this long list of rules for something today via email…oh hard… I just deleted it as why piss yourself off with reading such officious tripe? Blessed be the rule makers as they need all the help that can get for removing sticks from their…er…anatomy.So tell me – do you think Hillary Clinton ever had a chance of winning the Presidential nomination? My personal belief is that no matter how kick arse Hillary is she still doesn’t have a penis and there is a mindset against voting a woman in for the top job. Sure, political commentators can spruik on about how she has ‘balls’ but why does a strong, smart woman have to be perceived to have the suggestion of male appendage to be taken serious? We may have come along way baby but it isn’t far enough and what’s in your pants still rules.
So, have you checked out Anny and Kelly’s blogs? I am sure they are doing something very authorial..not sure, that could be a made up word. I’ll put it in my next manuscript and see if my editor has an opinion on it.
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