Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Blogtour: Forgotten Paradise by Shira Anthony

Please welcome Shira Anthony with 

Forgotten Paradise 

a Dreamspun Desires title 

Thank you, Sandra and all the crew here at My Fiction Nook, for hosting me today! I’m offering up a fabulous December Diamonds Cupid merman ornament to one lucky winner in the US who comments on one of the blog tour posts, or a $10 Dreamspinner Press Gift Card for winners worldwide, so be sure to comment below by answering this question: What’s your favorite kind of man? Geeky? Shy? Goofy? Sophisticated? Something else?? Once you’ve left your comment, click on the Rafflecopter link at the bottom of the post and you’ve snagged yourself an entry!
Every once in a while, someone asks me why I don’t write something “serious.” I usually smile and tell them that I write what I love, and that’s romance. Sometimes sweet, sometimes angsty, but always about the romance. That love of romance for me goes back to when I was a young teen and found the Harlequin books at the library. Back then, those books had no sex in them, and usually ended with the heroine giving up her career (if she even had one) and marrying the hero. As I grew up, I craved more.
It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties and I discovered Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Darkover series that I realized what I’d been craving: real relationships with characters whose lives were infused with adventure and excitement, but at the heart of everything was love. That series also featured the first gay relationship I ever read. And I loved it.
Writing for Dreamspinner Press’s Dreamspun Desires line is my happy place. So when I wrote the dedication, “For Dreamspun readers, who still believe in the power of love and the happiest of endings. Thank you for giving me a warm and fuzzy place where I can write my heart's desires,” I meant it from the bottom of my heart. When I’m writing Dreamspun novels, I can nurture my inner romantic and not shy away from creating stories that truly are romantic fantasies.
Forgotten Paradise is no exception. The story begins when Adam Preston escapes for a week in paradise and meets the charming Jonah James, a scuba instructor at the resort. But Jonah has a secret: he doesn’t remember anything before he woke up on a Punta Cana beach 10 years before. The setting of the book is my own version of paradise: an all-inclusive resort with amazing beaches, gorgeous manicured grounds, and amazing scuba diving just a few minutes away by boat. The resort is patterned on a place I stayed with my family a few years ago—a perfect place for a romance to blossom. And blossom it does!
I hope you’ll enjoy finding out who Jonah really is and that your heart will beat a little faster as you read Forgotten Paradise. I’ll leave you with the blurb and a short excerpt from the book and, of course, the Rafflecopter. Be sure to leave your comment before entering! My answer? Charming and a bit of a rake, just like Jonah in Forgotten Paradise! Good luck on the giveaway!



It’s dangerous diving for secrets.

When a megacompany threatens to take over his family-owned business, programming prodigy Adam Preston escapes the stress with a much-needed vacation in the Dominican Republic. There he meets attractive, intelligent, insightful Jonah James, a scuba dive instructor, and what starts as a holiday fling soon blossoms into much more.

But Jonah has a secret: ten years ago he woke up on an island beach with no idea how he got there… or even who he is. Their paradise may not be as perfect as it seems. When Jonah’s memories come crashing back like waves on the sand, will it be Adam clinging to the proverbial life raft, or will the two men find a safe harbor to ride out the storm?

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WHILE HENRI washed down the patio, Jonah hung the last two wetsuits and sprayed down the rinsing bins. Small rivulets of sand and water streaked the painted concrete.
“I can finish,” Henri told him.
“Thanks.” Jonah walked over to the benches and retrieved his BC and regulator from a hook. “I owe you a drink.”
Henri laughed. “Good thing they’re free or you’d have to take out a loan.”
“Meet you at Giuseppe’s in an hour?” Jonah hung his gear inside the staff room.
“Not tonight. Got a date with Viola.” Henri stopped spraying for a moment and gestured toward the office. “It’s our six-month anniversary.”
“Six months? Impressive. So what’s for dinner?”
“Sushi,” Henri said. “At Yumi.”
“You’re taking her all the way to Punta Cana?” Jonah chuckled and slapped Henri on the back. “Must be love.”
“A man does as he does.” He winked and added, “I borrowed Torey’s car.”
“A man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do,” Jonah corrected. Henri’s English was damn good, so Jonah enjoyed teasing him the few times he made mistakes.
“So how about you?” Henri asked with a crooked grin.
“Me?” Jonah knew where Henri was going, but he wasn’t going to bite on that particular topic.
“You’ve been here a few weeks now. Met anyone interesting?”
Jonah shook his head. “If I had, I wouldn’t be telling you about it,” he teased.
“Fine. To be that way.”
Be that way. Not ‘to be.’”
Henri laughed and headed over to the counter, where Viola was working on assignments for the next day’s dives. “The guests think I’m sexier when I get things wrong.”
“You wish.”
Jonah pulled the elastic from his hair and ran a hand through his still-damp curls. He waved at Viola. “Have fun tonight!” He slipped on his sandals and headed down the path to the staff dormitories. He’d only made it to the towel-return shack when he noticed a man standing in the middle of the intersection of two paths, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Perfect,” the man muttered.
“Lost?” Jonah forced his gaze up from the dusting of reddish hair on the man’s nicely defined pecs.
He looked at Jonah with warm brown eyes. “That obvious?”
“Happens a lot,” Jonah reassured him. “Where’re you headed?”
“Dive shop. Although by now, it’s probably closed.” American, judging by the accent. East Coast. A hint of New Jersey but polished so it was barely noticeable.
Jonah glanced at his watch. “You have another ten minutes.” He pointed the way he’d just come. “It’s about a hundred feet that way. You can’t miss it.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” Jonah offered the man a reassuring smile. “Took me a few days to get my bearings.”
“My mother used to tell me I’d lose my way in a shower stall.”
Jonah chuckled. “That bad?”
The man nodded.
“I could think of worse places to get lost with you,” Jonah quipped, immediately regretting it. The man’s lean body was far too interesting, especially given the no-fraternization policy Jonah had signed when he was hired. Not that the hotel had ever fired someone for taking a guest to bed, but Jonah felt more comfortable following the rule. It made things easier. Celibacy was safer. Flirting was downright dangerous.
The man flushed. Even more interesting.
The man quickly regained his composure. “Do I know you?” he asked.
Jonah also got that a lot. “I’m sure I’d have remembered you,” he said truthfully. It wasn’t every day he met a redhead, let alone one this attractive.
“My mistake.” The man offered his hand. “Adam Preston.”
“Good to meet you, Adam.” Jonah shook Adam’s hand. Strong grip. Confident, but not overly so. “I’m Jonah. Jonah James.”
“I’d better go,” Adam said. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I hope so.” Jonah watched as Adam headed toward the dive shop. No fraternization, he reminded himself with a sigh. Maybe it was time to rethink the celibacy gig.

About the author:

Shira Anthony is a complete sucker for a happily-ever-after, and rarely reads or writes a story without one. Never a fan of instalove, Shira likes to write stories about real men with real issues making real relationships work.

In her last incarnation, Shira was a professional opera singer, performing roles in such operas as “Tosca,” “Pagliacci,” and “La Traviata,” among others. Her Blue Notes Series is loosely based upon her own experiences as a professional musician.

Shira is married with two children and two insane dogs and when she’s not writing, she is usually in a courtroom trying to make the world safer for children. When she’s not working, she can be found aboard a 36’ catamaran at the Carolina coast with her favorite sexy captain at the wheel. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle.

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  1. I'm strongly attracted to confidence, whether in a man or woman. I think it's because it's something I lack in myself. And an easy laugh and dry sense of humor help too. :)

  2. My favorite kind of man is kind, confident without being arrogant, considerate and with a wicked sense of humor.

  3. A bit geeky and kind with a good sense of humor. I enjoy reading good boys, the good guys next door. They don't usually get as much as attention than bad boys/alpha boys ... probably because they are considered boring. But hey, that is why I love reading about them.

  4. I like a kind, virtuous soul with secret hidden fires!



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