Wednesday, January 16, 2013


Welcome to the my crib Kennedy! This is short and sweet, so take it away and show us what you brought for us today . . .
Thanks for having me. Roman started as a personal challenge, writing on the fly, 2-3 chapters per week and posting them blog style, never completely sure where the characters and the story would take me. As the project gathered fans (some rabid and very supportive) and a life of its own, I found that sweet spot where creativity and energy found synergy.
I hope you like the outcome.

Roman (Saints and Sinners) by Kennedy Streath

Genre: YA, paranormal, romance, fallen angels


Benedict Nowak bailed on his marriage, taking his son with him but leaving behind his five year old daughter. He had his reasons. He had no idea they’d come back to haunt him.

TJ Nowak had come to terms with the mother she despised, making those small concessions that made life bearable. But Eleanore’s death changed everything.

Her brother, Anton, was the parent missing in TJ’s life, until he found a calling in violence, and left his sister at the mercy of shrinks and a mother with ice in her veins.

Roman Rincon was the juvie rescued by Father Marcus and placed in the care of Benedict Nowak. With his records sealed, no one knew what happened that fateful night when Roman was only fourteen. All Father Marcus knew was the boy had confessed to a crime not even the cops would talk about.

In the small coal mining town of Montville, two teens whose lives have been shattered beyond repair must find a way cope … with school, with each other, with growing up marked as broken in a town dying under the weight of secrets and lies.

Warned off having anything to do with Roman, TJ is all too willing to agree, except for one little thing. The young man lives in the apartment above her father’s car repair business. Avoiding him will be a problem, wanting to will be almost impossible.

As for Roman, he will take his secret to the grave, no matter what the cost.



Forced into making decisions no young girl should ever make, TJ must deal with her conflicted feelings for a mother who cared only for her career and a father who turned his back on his responsibilities. When TJ’s mother dies, the teen must go live with a father who is a stranger, in a town dying under the weight of poverty and ethnic divisions.

TJ’s father, Benedict Nowak, has given Roman Rincon sanctuary. Fresh out of three years in juvie, the only friend Roman has is Father Marcus. The priest convinced the court to remand the troubled teen to Benedict’s supervision. Roman has to keep his head down and his nose clean.

This excerpt is the scene when TJ finally gets to meet the elusive teen.


“Come on in, Roman. I want you to meet...” Ben waved in her direction, “…my daughter, TJ.”

The teen stared, eyes a flat obsidian, framed by impossibly long lashes, the thick brownish black brows creased into a single, disapproving line. Deep set, those eyes were all she could focus on, commanding her undivided attention.

Ben rattled on, “TJ stands for Theresa Jane…”

Throat dry, TJ mouthed a ‘hi’ but it died before her lips could form the word. To her surprise her father wasn’t filling in the blanks like she might have expected, spilling all her particulars.

No … her mother just passed. I’m all she has. Well, Tony also. But Tony’s gone, back to his unit. She’ll be going to the high school. We’ll see the prin—

Instead he’d turned back to his task, shoulders rigid with tension. TJ wondered why.

But then she looked closer at the man hiding behind a boy’s lean and lanky frame, at the sharp planes of his high cheekbones, the cruel set to lips just on the edge of full, a hint of a dimple offset by the tilt of his head that spoke to defiance and self-sufficiency.

The hoodie masked all but his face. Short sideburns shadowed by the fleece suggested raven dark hair. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he wore it long, perhaps in a tail. He wasn’t as tall as her father or Tony, maybe five eleven, but she’d thought him bigger the way he commanded a room, like he’d emptied it of air and filled it with his presence, something physical … and something not. That something seemed to hover in the air currents, leaving her feeling like cannon fodder in a bad horror movie.

She felt the catch in her lungs, the sensation of menace, but refused to look away. She knew all about turf wars from her mother: the legal kind with briefs and a quick wit, the other with self-actualization on each side of a tennis court, the advantage always Eleanore. Mostly she knew about negotiating. About trade-offs. Being bought. Staying out of the way. Rigging the balance sheet so losses looked less like failure and more like incremental skirmishes.

Eleanore cooked the legal ledgers to get what she wanted. TJ leaned toward a slightly different interpretation but both had understood a zero sum game.

Roman had that very special knowledge also. But one thing about him was different: he needed no one, he feared nothing. Of that she was one hundred percent sure.

When he turned away and left without a word, she and Ben breathed a sigh of relief.




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Friday, January 4, 2013


TWO YEARS!!! Secret Cravings Publishing is celebrating the second anniversary with a "Cruise". Participating SCP authors are sailing into a port on a world cruise and YOU have to have to answer/match the authors to their Port of Call and then send via email (  to be eligible for the Grand Prizes (see below). 

I love to cruise and generally travel. I've been on cruises to the Caribbean and Bahamas several times, Alaska and the most enjoyable was to Greece and several islands. That was the most wonderful trip and would do it again! So in celebration of this "cruise" giveaway, I'll be running my own contest/prize and it's easy-peasy to play. I'll be giving away a $5 Gift Certificate to SCP if you follow me RWBC (here), Twitter, Facebook, or any of my other social networking sites. The links to follow are on the left or right columns with icons. I'm not choosey which you follow, :>)  If you're already following me, just tell me in the comments below and you're still entered! I'm participating in several blog hop giveaways for 2013 and I want to make sure you'll be notified if you want to participate. Leave any comments and your email address below.

Grand Prize- iPad2
First place- Kindle Fire
Second Place- $50 SCP gc
Third place- $25 SCP gc

Link back to SCP blog for other participants: 


A Life Lived in the Past, A Present Life Lived in a Lie, One Woman in Love With Two Men, A Destiny Echoed for Eternity

What if, all your life you have lived a lie? 
Your best friends know the truth but don’t tell you. Your grandparents are really strangers and not relatives. 
Your new boyfriend is part of a secret society and to top everything off, you are convinced you are the reincarnation of an ancient goddess of the lost land of Aladalia.

Take a journey starting from the distant past to present day—New York and Paris, to an archaeological dig site in Egypt, and to Surrey, U.K. Layla McKenna discovers a life lived before and accepts her destiny to live with two men who intertwine their lives that echo in eternity.

ADULT EXCERPT: (Set-up -- Layla and Jake are in the sauna of the hotel they're staying in Cairo, Egypt, after their gym workout.)

Jake gently kissed and caressed her neck, licking and flicking his tongue from the back of her earlobe down to the hollow of her shoulders. She smelled the manly sweat from his workout and felt the morning stubble of his beard. Being early morning, she thought he probably was the type who didn’t shave until after his workout and shower. Prickly against her skin, she didn’t mind the sensation. The sensuality of the moment took away the discomfort.

Jake opened the towel across her body. He gently laid her down on her back. As she lay naked before him, one leg dangled over the edge of the lower bench and the other leg bent at her knee, leaning against the upper bench. He knelt down close and again urged her to keep her eyes closed. His hands gently moved down her arms to rest along the sides of her achingly swollen breasts, cupping them in the palms of his hands. He tugged at her nipples, nudging them to hard, throbbing peaks of red with the hot wet tip of his tongue.

A gasp released between her heavy breathing as the heat from his titillations began to build to a flaming inferno throughout her body.

His tongue traced a path between the cleft of her breasts down her belly to the navel. She took in a deep breath. He drank the small amount of moisture which pooled in her navel, a sensation she never experienced before—erotic and provocative. The hot steam, mixed with her perspiration tickled the sensitive skin. She put her hands on his shoulders and shifted position by lifting and parting her legs. She ached for him and wanted him to see every part of her womanhood, desperately wanted to savor every inch of pleasure he had to offer.

MY LOCATION: Where did this scene take place (The City and Country)? *Hint* Land of Pharoahs, Pyramids and Mummies. 

Good Luck and thanks for stopping by!

Cynthia Arsuaga

Wednesday, January 2, 2013



Welcome to the Naughty New Years Bloghop!

A new year has begun and we're recouping from the busy Holiday Season! Whew! So for fun I'm participating in this start the New Year off with a bang blog hop. Over 200 participants, authors and bloggers, are offering giveaways as well one main Grand Prize from all those who comment! See below for my giveaway.

So, how are you planning on spending this coming year? I'll probably be reading and writing, and of course on the naughty side. Since I primarily write erotic, bordering on the erotica side. Last year had me busy, busy mainly writing and had a total of six stories released. Some were full-length and continuations to a couple of series, and a few shorter ones. Signed a couple contracts for a seven-book series (to be written under a pen name because the contemporary BDSM theme is strong and doesn't include vampires like the ones under Cynthia Arsuaga) and another for a five book serial of shorts. So, 2013 into 2014 will be very busy again for me. My resolution is just to get through the deadlines of writing and editing AND keep sane.

GIVEAWAY PRIZE FOR ROMANTIC WORDS BY CYNTHIA ~ Easy-Peasy, just tell me what your naughty resolution for 2013 is and leave your name and email address so you can be contacted if your name is selected. The PRIZE is any PDF copy of anything on my backlist.You can read excerpts from the tabs above and the covers are on the right side bar.

Grand Prizes!

Two grand prizes will be given away and both are provided by the host, Skye Warren, and every comment along the hop will automatically be entered into the "hat" to win a grand prize.
  1. A $100 Gift Card to sexy fun online shop EdenFantasys
  2. An Erotic Bundle – 10 New Releases from Hot Authors

Wanna party?

Don't forget to leave a comment below and follow the links below to the other participants. Have fun and Happy New Year!!!