Blogging at Fierce Romance

I'm happy to announce that I will be joining the gang at Fierce Romance, blogging on Monday's. There's a great bunch of authors over there, so stop over often.

I also blog once a month, on the 12th, over at RomErotica Writers.So you can stop over there too.

I will no longer be keeping up this blog (I've never been a good daily blogger anyway) I'd rather use my time and energy writing new stories for my readers to enjoy!

So stop by Fierce Romance on Mondays and RomErotica Writers on the 12th of the month. Leave a comment when you have the chance. I'd love to hear from you!

Natasha
Romance with more...sizzle
www.natashamoore.com

DARK ANGEL is out today!

I thrilled that my newest release from Red Sage, DARK ANGEL, is one of the first of 2009. I love stories with dark, tortured heroes and the women who bring light back into their lives. I hope you do to. Here's the blurb:

Disfigured in an accident that killed his wife, reclusive photographer, Rafael D’Angelo wants to be left alone amid rumors the car crash was no accident. Julie Brightman has been secretly in love with her sister’s husband for years. When a violent thunderstorm strands her at his secluded house, she discovers the man in the mask is not the Rafe she remembers. Trapped together, their happiness is threatened by the past that haunts them and the secrets they keep from each other.

And an excerpt:

She should have been here by now.

Rafael D’Angelo paced the widow’s walk atop the roof of his old Victorian house as thunderclouds rolled across the late afternoon sky. Dark and turbulent, they churned like his stormy thoughts.

Irritation at his sister-in-law invading his sanctuary had given way to worry. And the fact that he was now worried irritated him even more. What right did she have to call him out of the blue and announce she was on her way from the airport? She said she just wanted to talk, but Rafe knew she really wanted to ask questions. Wanted to search for meaning in the scattered pieces of his shattered life.

He’d long ago stopped wondering what it all meant. He just didn’t give a damn anymore.

The wind whipped around him; tearing at the sleeves of his black shirt and the hair he didn’t bother to cut anymore. He scanned the swaying tree tops, as if he could see her approach through the thick Pennsylvania forest.

He could smell the rain in the air. There had been little sunshine in the past few months to soothe his tortured soul. Only storms to feed the churning emotions within him. Lightning burst in the distance and it wouldn’t be long, he knew, until it was flashing overhead. The air grew oppressive with humidity and angry thunder rumbled through the air.

The clouds opened up and a driving rain slashed through his clothing. He abandoned the roof and descended the two long, narrow flights of stairs to the main floor.
Thunder crashed, closer this time. It seemed to echo around him, bouncing off the walls and through his skull. An unfamiliar emotion tugged at him beneath the hard shell he’d built around himself. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was eagerness.

No. That was impossible. It had to be anxiety. He was man enough to admit to himself that he was scared to death to see Julie again. This would be the first time he’d see someone who knew him before his face, and his life, was ruined on a twisted stretch of asphalt along the California coast.

You can check out another excerpt and download your very own copy to keep you warm tonight :)

Natasha