Nov 16

Under The Kissing Bough~Part 3~ Jordan Rose and Elizabeth Rose

I am hosting two Roses today. No relation to each other! Jordan and Elizabeth Rose are contributors to the blockbuster Christmas collection Under The Kissing Bough.

Welcome, Jordan.

jordankrose_web-001-copyThanks Anna for hosting the ladies from the Under the Kissing Bough Box Set. It’s a great pleasure to participate in the project with everyone. When considering group projects my goal is to make new connections and to learn. I knew that was going to be the outcome of this project.

I joined only knowing two of the other writers: Barbara Devlin and Hildie McQueen. Hildie and I have been friends for a number of years and have worked on other projects together. Any opportunity to work with her is always fun.

Hildie raved about Barbara and encouraged me to participate. I reached out to Barbara about joining the project. To my delight she kindly welcomed me into the group. Since that time I’ve made the happy acquaintances of the other twelve writers and have broadened my reading horizons!

I’d like to share a quick excerpt from Her Vampire Protector, my contribution to Under the Kissing Bough.


“Oswald!” The shriek of his name accompanied a stinging burn on Oz’s cheek, and he was fairly certain the imprint of Selene’s lovely hand flared on his skin.

Admiring the pink tinge of her cheeks, the fiery glare that made her hazel eyes glow, and slight quiver of her full bottom lip, he stepped in another few inches and smiled.

“Oh, come on, Kitty-Kitty. It wasn’t that bad.”

“You had no right to kiss me. None!” She pointed a finger of the offending hand into his face. “You are an unbelievably incorrigible, inappropriate, unacceptable clod.”

“Aren’t you the one who hung the mistletoe?” Gently taking her warm hand in his, he turned her finger to point to the deep green sprig dangling from a red velvet bow above her head.

As if on perfect cue a slight gasp escaped her mouth, and Oz counted the usual five seconds it took The Vampire Guard’s accountant to regain her composure.

With practiced precision and in this exact order Selene’s back stiffened, her mouth closed, shoulders dropped, and her deliciously curved chin turned up before she slowly blinked, though did not make eye contact with the kissing clod standing inches from her.

“That is neither here nor there.” Placing a hand on Ozzy’s chest she pushed him aside. “I just hung the damn thing not more than…” Her attention dropped to the step stool still positioned in the doorway, “…thirty seconds ago. How on earth could you possibly kiss me in that short time?”

Oz plucked a berry from the sprig overhead, rolling the tiny white ball between his thumb and forefinger. “A man can do an awful lot in thirty seconds.”

“Not with me he can’t.” She grabbed the stool and hammer and marched off.


If someone has to die in order to save the citizens of Central City from the heinous experiments of Panthera Laboratories, Oswald Addison would gladly volunteer. But a three-hundred-year-old vampire should never have to choose between dying to save those he has sworn to protect or living with the knowledge he is responsible for their doomed existence—especially when the life of the woman he loves is at stake.

 For Selene Kittery, having to hold her own in the male-dominated Vampire Guard is enough of a challenge. With Christmas right around the corner and mistletoe hanging in doorways, controlling the impulse to fall into the arms of the sexiest womanizer to walk the earth makes getting through every night damn near impossible. As the iron-clad grip she’s kept on her dignity weakens, Selene must face the truth about Oz.

 Realizing Selene is Panthera’s next target, Oz is forced to share the secret about what happened on the night they met and risk losing her forever.


Jordan loves vampires. She also loves to laugh. And if you know anything about Jordan, you know her vampires will make you laugh.  A few years back she received a copy of Twilight from her husband as part of her anniversary gift. By the end of that week she’d read the entire series and moved onto Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book came to her followed very quickly by Eva Prim.

The Eva Prim Series follows the night-to-night escapades of The Demon Mistress, a vampire with the inexplicable ability to call demons. With both full-length novels and short stories the series has a bit of something for everyone. Book three, The Road To Hell, releases in October 2017.

Her Vampire Protector is novella seven in The Central City Romance Series, where members of The Vampire Guard one-by-one find love in the ruins of the city.

Jordan’s other books include Black Magic Rose, book one of The Alliance Series, where the world is set in a hospital run by vampires and werewolves; and the Short Seductions Series, a collection of ten spicy paranormal romance short stories. When she’s not writing about one vampire or another Jordan enjoys spending time with her husband, Ken and their lovable Labradors, Dino and Enzo on the beautiful beaches of New England.

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elizabethrose2Elizabeth Rose is the bestselling author of 56 books, an amazon all star, and consistently in amazon’s top 100 bestselling, most popular authors of historical romance. Writing medieval, small town contemporary, paranormal and western romance, she is known for her series and characters that cross over to other books. Her latest release is Restless Sea Lord – Book 1 of her Legendary Bastards of the Crown Series. Her novella, Destiny’s Kiss, which is included in the Under the Kissing Bough Boxed Set is actually the prequel to this series. You can find out more about Elizabeth and her books by visiting her website at http://elizabethrosenovels.com.

Why I joined the set: When Barbara Devlin came up with the kissing bough set a year ago, I was very excited to join the group and loved the idea. Since so many of my fellow authors who also write for Kathryn Le Veque’s De Wolfe pack in Kindle Worlds would be joining in, I looked forward to working with them once again.

Destiny’s Kiss Blurb:

Lady Annalyse Granville is the cursed second-born twin, feared by all and said to have been spawned by the devil. Hidden away in an abbey most her life, she now returns to her father’s castle at the request of her very pregnant sister who happens to be the king’s mistress. Things change in Annalyse’s life quickly as soon as one of her father’s guests, a Scot named Ross from Clan Douglas, traps her under the kissing bough – and she receives her first kiss.

Excerpt: destinys-kiss-high-res

Annalyse looked up to the kissing bough hanging right above her head, and her heartbeat resounded in her ears so loudly she was sure others could hear it, too. Never had she thought she’d ever be standing under a kissing bough and the idea excited her. The bough was a ball interwoven with twigs and fir tree greenery, decorated with an apple, candles, and berries. The abundance of holly decorating it would surely bring good luck.

Then she saw the ivy above her head and a knot formed in her stomach. Everyone knew ivy was supposed to be kept outdoors and not brought across the threshold because that meant death. Then again, perhaps that was naught more than a silly superstition. Dangling precariously from the bottom of the kissing bough was a fresh sprig of green mistletoe with several small, white berries. This was something she’d never seen at the abbey. The church didn’t allow mistletoe within its holy walls since it was associated with pagan customs and Druids.

Once again, she felt as if she were doing something naughty by standing here. Not just because of the traditions, but because her sister needed her and she was purposely stalling. Gabrielle, being the first-born twin, had experienced kisses under the mistletoe many times in her life and Annalyse decided now it was her turn. She couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Even though Gabrielle was heavy with child and her message sounded urgent, she would have to wait just a little longer.

“Och, my lady, I didna even see ye standin’ there.”

Annalyse’s eyes dropped from the kissing bough to see a Scot with a tankard in his hand heading in her direction. His broad chest was large and foreboding, while his hair boasted the color of the fiery hot flames of hell. Not that she’d know what the flames of hell looked like, since she’d been raised by nuns and attended church several times a day. If the nuns hadn’t been superstitious, they would have accepted her into the Order. But they didn’t want The Almighty scowling down at them for bringing a cursed second-born twin into their Order and so she remained an outcast even in the eyes of God.

The Scot’s craggy brows lifted and she saw a playful twinkle in his dangerous green eyes. Scots were to be feared and this one looked to be an abundance of trouble. He smiled at her. That told her he didn’t know who she was or he’d be keeping his distance. With a saffron leine half-open she could see the hairs on his chest peeking out from between the leather laces of his tunic. A dark green plaid wrapped around his waist and was thrown over one shoulder and pinned with a metal badge.

She didn’t dare even to breathe. Never had she ever been so close to one of these savages before and wondered if she were in danger. After all, the Scots were enemies of the English. What could this man possibly be doing in her father’s castle? Her gaze shot around the room as she desperately scanned the area, looking for her sister. Gabrielle was nowhere to be seen, only ladies and knights standing under more kissing boughs. The women giggled and the men pulled them into their arms and kissed them in front of everyone. This wasn’t what she expected to find at all and it would do naught to help her out of this awkward position.

“I suppose ye’re waitin’ for a kiss as well, my lady. Well, I willna disappoint ye.”

Before she had a chance to object, the Scotsman pulled her up against his chest with one hand while he cradled his drink in the other.

“I – I think you –” She never had a chance to finish her sentence because his mouth covered hers with a big, wet kiss.



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  1. Meara Platt

    This collection is going to be so much fun!

    1. Jordan K. Rose

      Hi Meara.
      I agree. I’m having so much fun reading everyone’s excerpts. I can’t wait to get my hot little hands on our full box set! Jordan

  2. Kathryn Le Veque

    Thrilled to be doing this collection with so many talented ladies!!

    1. Jordan K. Rose

      Me too Kathryn! Such an honor to be included. 🙂

  3. Lana Williams

    Two more amazing stories in this boxed set! It just keeps getting better and better! Lovely to learn more about you both! Tweeted!

    1. Jordan K. Rose

      Thank you Lana! 🙂

  4. Barbara Devlin

    Great article, ladies. And I’m always happy to work with Elizabeth Rose, as well as all my De Wolfe Pack sisters, but I’m also thrilled to collaborate with Jordan and the new authors to the Kissing Bough group.

    1. Jordan K. Rose

      Thank you Barbara. It’s such a thrill to work with you and the other Kissing Bough ladies. 🙂

  5. Catherine Maguire

    Good post and the collection looks amazing.

    1. Jordan K. Rose

      Thank you Catherine. We hope you enjoy it.

  6. Jordan K. Rose

    Thank you Anna for hosting us. I’ve loved reading about everyone’s stories and can’t wait for sit down to read our box set. 🙂

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