Christine Young

I am a writer and avid reader of romances particularly historical romances. Please join me on my journey through time

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My latest release is Storm’s Passion a historical romance.

Storms Passion

Title: Storm’s Passion

The fifth book in the Twelve Dancing Princesses Series


ISBN: 978-1-62420-143-1

Author: Christine Young



Genre: Historical Romance

Excerpt Heat Level: 2

Book Heat Level: 3


Buy at: Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble





Reviewed by Kinky Vanilla

By all accounts, Storm Graham is brazen, strong-willed, and beautiful. She despises her father and loves her horses. So when Storm discovers that her father has signed a contract that forces her (and her horses) into the hands of one of the region’s wealthiest and most despicable bachelors, she does not take it lying down.


After evaluating her options, she determines that her best bet is to convince the region’s wealthiest bachelor to marry her. She believes that Hadden Johnston’s money and power can protect her from the evil clutches of Charles Robertson (and his father). In return, she can offer her interest in the family’s horse and brewery businesses. The problem? Hadden and Storm are merely business acquaintances and neither is really interested in getting married.


Desperate times call for desperate measures. Storm has nothing to lose by proposing marriage. Well, maybe a little pride. And Hadden knows all too well the ugliness that lurks in Charles’ mind. How could he not try to intervene on her behalf? Combine that with the sparks of attraction between Hadden and Storm, and you’ll end up with a marriage of convenience that had me wanting my own Hadden.


“This is an outrageous game you’re playing Miss Graham. But I do understand how loathsome marrying Charles would be. I wouldn’t wish it on my best friend and for some reason I’ve a need to protect you.” – Hadden Johnston


Rich, powerful, and cruel, Charles is also not one to take things lying down…


Storm’s Passion is a fast-paced, easy-to-read novel. I read it over a weekend. Luckily for us readers, the marriage turns out to be more than Hadden and Storm bargained for. They have a chemistry that is fun to read and watch grow. Storm isn’t the stereotypical damsel in distress. She is a heroine that you really get behind and pull for as the story plays out.


I think that Storm’s Passion is a great choice for people who enjoy historical romance stories. I must admit, I was a little thrown off by the book cover at first. It didn’t really scream historical romance to me. But don’t let all that hunkiness fool you. The book is set in England in 1818.


I look forward to reading more of Christine Young’s work.



Life strikes Storm Graham a shattering blow when she learns her father has bartered her to a man she detests. Storm is beautiful, self–assured and fiercely independent, and refuses to be a pawn in her father’s schemes, yet she can find no way out of this bargain made in hell. Going on the offensive she asks the wealthiest man on the eastern coast of England to marry her, never believing she might fall in love.




For Hadden Johnston life has provided everything he ever wanted, including a sanctuary for homeless children. He is wealthy, handsome and happily unencumbered…until stunning Storm Graham marches into his life and proposes a marriage of convenience. Yet this type of marriage to a woman who inflames his senses is far from acceptable. If he’s going to be tied down, he will move heaven and earth to have this woman warming his bed.





“Did you or did you not set out to seduce me?” he queried, laughing a bit inside but relishing her innocence.

“Yes, yes I did,” she told him.

Her honesty might just be his undoing. “What if I told you your plan was a success? Consider me thoroughly seduced and ready for your next plot.”

“Oh, I don’t have one.” She lowered her lashes before looking back to him.

He bent over and kissed her, their lips melding together. Take it slow. Don’t scare her. You don’t want her to tell you to stop. He groaned, bloody hell that would be hard. For a moment, he wished she did have an agenda because he bloody well wasn’t sure about his.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, parting them slightly. They’d been down this road before, and he hoped she remembered the other kisses, sweet poignant kisses but innocent as hell.

Smiling when he heard a tiny moan of pleasure, he deepened the kiss. His hands around her waist, he pulled her closer, and the feel of her breasts against his chest sent a funnel cloud of heat coursing through him.

Sensations so deep he’d never felt anything like these flowed inside. Spreading his hand on her back, he waited for another response as his tongue reached inside her mouth, tasting her, exploring.

She ran her fingers through his hair then tugged his head closer before releasing him and their first contact.

“Is this how seduction feels?” Her warm breath feathered across his cheek.

When he looked down, he saw breasts and shadowed, titillating cleavage. Deep evocative sensations pulsed through him. He moved his hand from her waist across her bared shoulder, the contrast mercuric. The urge to dip his finger into the valley between her breasts overpowered common sense. She’d purposely designed the dress for him, for his touch. She was lush and ripe, and he realized she was not protesting as he had expected.








10 comments on “Promo Op at Christine’s blog ~ Leave An Excerpt Of Your Latest Release

  1. andrearcooperauthor
    February 10, 2015

    Son of Dragons – Book 2 Legends of Oblivion – Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance and on sale this month at Amazon-Kindle for $1.99

    Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about those piercing emerald eyes. They’d belonged to a woman; he could tell. There was intelligence and cunning in them. Her stare felt as though she saw through the façade he often wore as prince and to please others, and into his kajh.
    A woman who was not afraid, but used to being feared. It unnerved him, yet excited him.
    He doubted he could explain those captivating green eyes that continued to haunt him even now.


    Thank you.

  2. MRS N, the Author
    February 10, 2015

    My latest release~

    Title: Princess of the Light

    Author: N. N. Light


    Gabriel, the Archangel and Messenger of God – yeah that Gabriel, visited Mary Miller. He told her, as the key she is destined to spread the Light and vanquish the Darkness. Her first assignment is to restore the soul of the Walking Man. Sounds simple enough until she’s thrown in the face of evil, and then Joe Deacons enters her heart. This battle just got a lot more complicated. She must complete her mission without losing all she loves.


    “Can I help you with something, sir?” The woman’s voice quivered slightly and she leaned a little, as if she suddenly needed the wall for support.

    Whoa, I couldn’t help but think. I frankly felt like a moth to the flame. All I wanted to do was have a reason to get closer to her. The fact that her eyes seemed to shine with an actual light didn’t help matters. I had never felt such an automatic attraction before, and I wanted to lean closer and see what was going on with her eyes.

    She was either looking at me like I was the only man in the world—and quite possibly the sexiest one—or else my open gawking had freaked her out. Either way, I couldn’t have told her which it was, because my mouth felt like a cotton ball container.

    “Yes,” I managed to rasp to her. “Where is your Architecture section?”

    “Are you looking for anything in particular?” Yes. You, I wanted to say. “I could look to see if it is in stock.” Oh. Are there more of you somewhere?

    The sound of her voice was starting to make my heart pound.

    She had an earthly beauty about her. There was nothing extraordinary in her features, yet something about her just seemed to glow.

    I felt my breath quicken. Joe, what’s the matter with you? Get a grip. You’ve seen girls before.

    I shook my head to clear my thoughts without worrying what I looked like and said, “Please forgive my manners, but what is your name?”

    “Mary.” That just became my favorite name.

    “I’m very pleased to meet you,” I said as I extended my hand to her. “I’m Joseph. Please call me Joe.”

    She hesitated for a moment before she shook my hand. Electricity bolted up my arm that I wasn’t prepared for. I wondered if she could hear my heart beating. Pretty sure these emotions weren’t winning me any bro-code points.

    Her face was flushed and her eyes brightened with interest. Let go of her hand, Joe, I tried to coach myself. If I didn’t let go of it soon, I might never be able to.
    So I quickly let go of her hand but immediately regretted it. The whole room suddenly seemed cold and empty.

    She probably thinks you’re some kind of wacko. Stop staring. You’re a logical guy… Be reasonable here. Besides, she’s probably married. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to remember what we were just talking about. I looked up to see her glance towards the entrance. If she asked me to leave, I wouldn’t blame her.

    I tried to act composed, while I glanced down at her left hand. I didn’t see a ring, so I cleared my throat and tried to act like a reasonable man again.

    “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mary.” Even to me, my voice sounded unnaturally thick and hoarse. I cleared my throat and looked back at her.

    “Yes, it’s great to meet you, Joe. Let me show you where the section is.” She turned and simply pointed to the far left corner of the store.

    Just when I thought she was through with me completely, she motioned for me to follow her.

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  3. J.J. DiBenedetto
    February 10, 2015

    This is from my newest release, DREAM VACATION (book #8 in the Dream Series)…

    Lizzie and I go back to the kids’ room. The twins are still asleep; I can’t imagine how Lizzie didn’t wake them up. Even without turning the lights on, I can see the room key on the table in between the two beds.

    Why didn’t she take it? How did she think she’d get back into the room without her siblings knowing, if she didn’t have the key?

    There are only two answers. Either she just didn’t think at all, the same way she didn’t think about how she was going to get home from Coney Island with no money a couple of weeks ago. Or she doesn’t plan on coming back.

    I realize that I’ve slipped into “doctor mode” – I think it happened the moment I stepped out into the hallway. My legs are steady again, and my stomach is settled. For now.

    If she snuck out, and she didn’t plan on coming back tonight, there’s only one reason: a boy. Maybe the boy I didn’t quite catch a glimpse of in her dream? Could he be the same person she was calling to last night when we walked out by Notre Dame after dinner?

    Could he be the same person that she went out to see before dinner tonight, using Steffy as her excuse to be out of my sight for a couple of hours?

    Oh, God. Could he be an older boy who’s been filling her head with flattery and promising her the time of her life, and now she’s in his hands with no way to get back here or even call for help?

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  4. Iris B
    February 11, 2015

    Thank you Christine !

    My latest book is “Let Me Love You”, Book #2 in the Australian Sports Series

    Oliver Dempsey, pitcher for a Melbourne baseball club, loves the women, and they love him…

    But he keeps them at an arm’s length, and when he meets Tamara, he’s unprepared for the attraction he feels for her. Told by his coach that she’s off limits, only draws him in more.

    Tamara Amis moved to Melbourne to find some distance between her past and herself…

    With the help of her uncle, the coach of a Melbourne baseball club, she quickly finds a job, and a place to live. Yet, one meeting with the handsome pitcher stirs unexpected emotions that threaten to overwhelm her.

    It’s Oliver’s injury that brings them together, but as they find out about each other’s pasts, how can they be ready to share a future?

    Still not believing that he’d kissed her, he rested his head back onto the pillow. Closing his eyes, he remembered her soft, sweet kiss. Her mouth that had tasted mildly minty, and the way her tongue had played with his. Christ, simply the thought of the short kiss got his heart racing. Not to mention what it did to the rest of his body. He wanted her. She was sexy and beautiful, but she was smart as well. Yes, he wanted her. But was it fair to her? Erik was right. Nothing good could come out of
    a relationship between them. His mind went back to her words retelling the story about the burglary. The thought of burglars touching her made him feel like
    he’d taken a knife to his chest. How could he have kissed her after she’d told
    him about her late husband? He was such an idiot. An inconsiderate idiot. He’d have to find a way to apologise and stick to his coach’s request: she was
    off limits. Yet, now that he had kissed her, how could he ever forget the taste of her lips?

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  5. Chris Redding
    February 11, 2015

    Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day.
    At least interior decorator Miriam Stokes’ thought so.
    The Philadelphia Police Detective whose name she couldn’t remember talked soothingly to her, making her feel, not better, but at least calmer.
    As calm as anyone could feel after finding a dead body. How did she get herself into these things?
    Sipping coffee Miriam didn’t remember asking for, she eyed the cop as they sat in a flowered living room. Her friend Joe’s neighbor owned said living room. The friend she just found dead.
    She tried to keep eye contact with Detective. . .Dasher, Dancer? Some reindeer name.
    She could see him clearly now, her vision returning to normal.
    “So you woke up and he was dead. Didn’t you hear a shot?”
    After swallowing the scalding liquid, she answered him. “No detective. I do sleep very soundly, but I think I had help from this bump on the side of my head.”
    To indicate the injury, she pulled away the bag of ice she held to her head. The ice had appeared sometime after the first patrolman. The lump began to throb, but Donner only glanced at her head. Instead, he scribbled some notes in a small pad.
    How many murders does one have to see to get so matter-of-fact about them? Miriam shuddered.
    “Could I at least get dressed? I feel a little vulnerable in my pajamas,” she told him.
    Donner. The detective had introduced himself as Donner. He looked her over as if making a decision. He nodded, glancing around the apartment. “Do you have any clothes?”
    She nodded towards Joe’s apartment.
    “When they remove. . .” he murmured, then grimaced. She caught his meaning.
    He turned his brown eyes back to her. “We’ll work things out. I just have a few more questions for you. Then we’ll go downtown.”
    Miriam nodded. Who would do this to Joe?
    “How long have you known the deceased?”

  6. Lisabet Sarai
    February 11, 2015

    Seven (short) paragraphs from Nasty Business by Lisabet Sarai


    “Tell me what you want,” I purr. “I’m feeling generous tonight, and just might grant your request.”

    He leans toward me in answer, and grasps my chin. Strange electricity flows from his touch. My breasts ache. My cunt is on fire.

    “I want you to take me home with you,” he says with a cryptic smile. And then he kisses me.

    I am not sentimental. I am not romantic, susceptible, easily mastered. But I swear, I could drown in this kiss.

    His lips are smooth and full, his tongue demanding. He tastes of peppermint, and behind that, an aromatic trace of pipe tobacco. I smell his cologne, something clean, woodsy, Scandinavian.

    I do not want to give in, and yet I do. I return his kiss, open my mouth wide to his probing. He senses my partial surrender, and presses his advantage. He has slipped his hand inside my vest, now, and is pinching my nipple hard.

    I love it. I am awash with lust. I am dying for him to take me. My sex is liquid, spilling over. My scent rises in the velvet-draped space. I know that I cannot hide my desire, but still I try.


  7. Victoria Pitts Caine
    February 11, 2015

    From my latest release, Not Bound by Time.

    The year was 1942, and Randolph Mitchell, along with several of his fellow soldiers, marched down a road pockmarked by shelling in London. He shuddered as a light mist fell around him. Late summer had gone.

    A captain at twenty-two, Randolph’s first glimpses of war lay around him. Bile rose in his throat at the devastation. Is this what years of military boarding school has brought me to? He bent to retrieve a bit of paper. Printed roses danced on the edge, and with nowhere to discard it, he pocketed the small scrap of the life people there once lived.

    When the men arrived in town earlier, Randolph spotted the young woman gazing into a merchant’s window. She carried herself with an air of importance. Ribbons and lace accented her oddly-layered clothes of multicolored fabrics. Such elaborate attire was ill-suited because people were starving and only making do. Randolph dismissed her unusual manner of dress. Who could she be? So out of place, yet so beautiful.

    His troop moved up the street, and as he surveyed the area, he forced himself to forget the woman, but when he approached the shop, she turned, and their eyes met. Randolph Mitchell lost his heart in that split second, but it would take his head a while to figure it out. His eyes pursued her as she picked her way through the rubble of the bombed-out buildings.

    “Hello,” he ventured.

    As a delicate pink color rose from her neck, she turned her eyes toward the window. Randolph sauntered to stand beside her and glanced at their reflection. He stood a good foot taller than she. His wrinkled uniform caused a pang of self-consciousness, but his desire to speak to her quelled his embarrassment. “I’m Randolph Mitchell, US Army.” He smiled, studying her porcelain complexion and bright hazel eyes, hoping for a welcome response.

    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you,” the woman said.

    “It’s safe. We’ve been sent here to protect you. Or err… your country.” Randolph took his cap off and grinned at her. “I, ah, we might make sure you get home. Do you live close by?”

    The young woman’s face blanched as she shook her head. “I used to live here.” She sighed. Then she backed away, turned around, and started running.

    Randolph clenched his fists. He had to find out.

    “Wait! I didn’t mean any harm!” He called after her. “Your name? At least tell me your name!”

    “Camille Windham,” came from her lips, and her name planted itself in Randolph’s heart.

    She scampered down the walkway away from Randolph, leaving only her name.

  8. Barbara White Daille
    February 11, 2015

    This is from my book, Honorable Rancher, available as a stand-alone book but also just re-released in the 2-in-1 anthology, In the Rancher’s Care.

    From Honorable Rancher:

    He touched her shoulder lightly. “Did you plan on sleeping in this dress?”

    “No,” she said, hating that her voice sounded so breathless. That she felt so breathless. She must have imagined his fingertip just grazing her skin. “I thought Lissa would be here.”

    “She’s not.”

    “I know.”

    She swallowed hard. Why had she ever wanted to make a dress she couldn’t get out of herself? Why did she not regret the decision now? She could have saved herself some heartbreak.

    She turned to him, and their eyes met. She spun away again. “Well, you can unbutton the top two buttons. That ought to get me started.”

    Behind her, he laughed softly, then touched the low-cut edge of the back of her gown. Her breath caught. When he undid the top button, his knuckles brushed the newly exposed skin. She clutched her lace overskirt with both hands and hoped he had touched her deliberately.


    In the Rancher’s Care (anthology):


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  9. msspencerauthor
    February 11, 2015

    Thanks for the opportunity to showcase my latest romantic suspene, Whirlwind Romance!

    Secret Cravings (2014)
    Ebook (89,000 words); Print (270 p.)
    Romance Adventure, M/F, 3 flames

    Excerpt (G) Tommy’s Tree House

    She climbed quietly, hand over hand. As she reached the last board, a soft, but menacing voice purred, “Well, my sweet, you’ve found me.”

    Okay, here’s where we find out if he’s a bad guy. “Give me a hand up, will you?”

    Other than a slight intake of breath, he complied without a word. Lacey’s head rose up over the floor to find a cubicle lit by a small pencil torch and cluttered with toy guns, candy bar wrappers, and crushed Dr. Pepper cans. And Armand. Who took up most of the rest of the space. He still held her hand, but he had stopped pulling her. “Where did you plan to sit, on my lap?”

    At least he’s toned down the threat level. “Or you could come down. I don’t think Tommy Forster allows uninvited guests in his palace.”

    His jaw dropped. “Palace?” After a brief interval, he said, “Oh. I see. I can’t.”

    “Can’t what?”

    “Come down.”

    “Why not?”

    “I…I…think I reinjured the ankle. I can’t put any weight on it.”
    Lacey toyed with the idea of leaving him there for little Tommy, but his mother would have been appalled. “All right, just a minute.” She climbed down and went back to her house, grabbed a coil of rope from the shed and sprinted back up the street. “Armand?”

    “At your service.”

    “I’m bringing up a rope. I want you to tie it to something, then you can shimmy down without using your feet.”

    “Um, what about when I get to the ground?”

    How much did he say he weighed? Twelve stone? Lacey calculated swiftly. Must be over a hundred sixty pounds. “I’ll try to ease you down.” She threw the coil into the darkness and backed down the tree.

    A few minutes later the rope tumbled down and Armand emerged. “For the record, this was my worst event in public school.” He held on for dear life and inched down the rope.

    Five minutes later he’d descended a foot. “Come on Armand—hurry it up.”

    “I’m doing my best.” By dint of a lot of swearing and some wild swinging, Armand made it into Lacey’s waiting arms. He sat on the ground, legs splayed out in front, panting. “Now what?”

    Lacey hadn’t really thought that far. If he’s a fugitive, I can’t trust him. And I have no way of contacting the police. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. “Er, I guess we’d better get you back home. Then you can tell me what this is all about.” He didn’t argue, but when he tried to stand, he fell over. She considered the situation. “What we need is some kind of transport. What was that thing the Indians used?” Lacey cast about for the word.


    “That’s it—aren’t you clever. A sort of triangular thingy to carry a wounded man. Made of logs and deerskins.” She stopped, not, as one might assume, due to the lack of readily available logs and skins, but because of the picture in her mind of an injured warrior lying spread-eagled—bare-chested, sexy, bravely enduring the pain. Wow.

    Armand didn’t seem to notice her heightened color and pointed at the carport across the street. “Could we use that little red wagon?”

    She followed his gaze. Story of my life—instead of Geronimo I get Ralphie. “That’ll do. Wait here.”

    “Yes, I think I shall.” Armand kept a straight face. Lacey brought the little wagon to him, and he lay down in it, arms and legs hanging over the sides.

    “You’ll have to lift up your extremities if this is going to work.”

    And so, with Armand looking like an upside down turtle and Lacey with tears of laughter streaming down her face, they staggered along the road to her house.

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  10. Stacy Claflin
    February 11, 2015

    Thanks for the opportunity! This excerpt is from my latest release, Sacrifice:

    Blake turned around and ran out of the room.

    That didn’t leave me much time. I hurried out of bed and found my shoes. I had to get back to the city and figure out what was going on. I opened my door and looked down the hallway. Blake was nowhere in sight. I closed the door and ran for the nearest exit.

    Luckily, I got out of there without running into anyone. The last thing I needed was for anyone else to see the color of my eyes.

    Once outside, it took me a moment to get my bearings. I’d only been to the city entrance one time. It was near the training grounds. I made my way to the overgrown path and pushed aside thorny bushes. They scratched my arms and I winced, but it was only momentary before the wounds healed.

    There was a door in the hill after a little clearing. I walked up to it, my pulse pounding in my ears.

    The door opened and out walked Darius. He looked exactly as he had those years earlier, only taller, more muscular, and with facial hair. My heart skipped a beat. He was better looking than anyone I’d ever seen.

    I looked into his eyes and my breath caught. I couldn’t speak.

    He smiled. “I knew you’d be back.”

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