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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Heart Of Stone by Denyse Bridger

Title: Heart of Stone
Release Date: October 11th, 2010
Author: Denysé Bridger
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Genre: action/mercenary/thriller/erotic romance

Blurb: Randall Stone is the stuff of heroes, a mercenary given a discharge from the army he has served with his life. But the government is still interested in using the skills they've taught Major Rand Stone, and he continues to work with his hand-picked team. Into his shadowy world a light has come, and in her love, Stone discovers unhoped for joy, and, perhaps, unbearable sorrow?
Welcome Denysé! What is your latest offering?
My latest offering is actually a re-release that has been wonderfully rated by reviewers but kicked around big-time by the two publishers who had it on their catalogues previously. When I asked Melissa Miller about submitting it to Solstice Publishing, I told her I was really looking to place it with a publisher I not only trusted, but one where I could leave it with confidence. She was wonderful, as she always is, and it was released a month later with a sexy new Jimmy Thomas cover!

What is Heart of Stone all about?
Heart of Stone stretches the emotional boundaries of a hero turned mercenary. Randall Stone is the hero, he leads an elite mercenary team that works outside the boundaries of convention – for the government, but never acknowledged. His life is deadly, and his liaisons casual. Then he meets a woman who changes all that, and just as he's realizing how much he loves her, he's told she's dead. He refuses to accept it, his gut tells him she's not gone. So, as he digs, he discovers that an old enemy is playing a deadly game – and the lengths he'll go to get his woman back surprise even him.
I like to think it's a passion driven thriller with a touch of political thriller added to the mix, as well. There's certainly a lot of room for more stories to be told!

That sounds exciting. How did you come up with the idea?
One of my favourite television series from about 10 years ago was a thing called "Soldier of Fortune, Inc." and the whole concept was born then, it just took me a long time to settle in and write this.

Tell me about your past releases and a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell!
Past releases? Wow – there are so many. I love to write in multiple genres, so I have a catalogue of stories that range from Old West erotic, to Victorian mysteries, to contemporary sweetheart stories. I love them all. I write a lot of paranormal, too, although I'm not really wild about it.
A secret... hmmm.... I'm considering my first ménage tale, which for me is a real challenge... I have no problems with the story or the writing of it – just wondering about the acceptance of it from readers who've been with me for years. It's a bit "out there" coming from me! J

Any new releases on the horizon for what's left of this year?
I've had about six new ones already this year, and there will be at least three more before end of the year. My next one is slated for November 9th, from XoXo Publishing™, and it's an adult retelling of a fairytale. The original tale is called "Bella Venezia" – an Italian fairytale – the story is called Favola, which is the Italian word for Fable. It's very sexy, and very sweet at the same time.
Also on the horizon is a story for a Special Edition Tattoo Anthology, again from XoXo Publishing™ - the book trailers for these titles are on my YouTube channel, and I think they're pretty cool! (

What are you working on right now?
Right now I'm working on my first shifter novella, Unleash Your Passion. It's set in Venice and is really shaping up to be wonderful. I'm also finishing a novel called Grande Amore, and preparing my next major fantasy novel, An Alteration In Destiny – which involves gargoyles and a magical town in Sicily. All in all, the usual diversity!

Thank you for joining me, Denysé. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
That each and every one of them is valued and appreciated. I spent a lot of time interacting with readers and friends via my sites, and there are days when I seem MIA, but believe me, every comment and note is read carefully and I try hard to reply to everyone. Your support means everything, and I am grateful for the time you give to me and my books.
Blessings to you all!

G Rated Excerpt- 
"How many messages do you think he's got waiting for him?" Blake asked as they trailed after Stone.

Rand heard Jennifer's laughter, and suppressed a smile at his team's banter.

"Well, we've been gone three weeks, and he said to call in three days. By now she might not even be talking to him."

"That don't look promising," Nick Holloway, a temporary team member selected for this particular mission, noted when they entered the military hangar and spotted Brookman waiting for them. On loan from the CIA, Nick had been an unofficial presence on many missions organized by Donald Brookman over the years. He'd worked with Stone's team several times before, and was giving serious thought to making the move permanent.

"Listen, Brookman," Rand began when they reached the International Security Director, who was their unofficial boss. "We're tired, and I am not going anywhere for at least a couple of days."

The rest of the team had stopped at his back; their muttered affirmatives echoed his assertion. When Donald said nothing, the silence settled, a strained, tension-laden quiet both ominous and unnerving.


Donald ran a hand over his silvery hair and looked Rand directly in the eyes.

"She's dead, Rand," he said with no preamble or cushioning words.

"Who's dead?" Rand responded automatically, his weary brain sluggish. But his body grew taut with contained panic. He knew already. He really didn't want to know at all.

"Robin Bourne died three days ago," Donald stated. "Her car went off the road. She was killed in the explosion."

The silence held for several seconds.
"What?" It was an expulsion of air, disbelief the only emotion present in the whispered word. Rand's smile faltered. His gut told him it was true, but his head wasn't ready to accept it...


“The only thing I knew then is the truth I know now,” she said, looking up into his eyes when he came to stand in front of her again. “I need you and I love you.” She hesitated. “Do I still mean anything to you, Rand?” She was scared to death of the possible answer, but she had to ask.

For the first time since she’d come into the room, Rand permitted himself to touch her. His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms, the contact sudden, hard, and demanding as he molded her curves to his hungry body. His mouth descended on hers, crushing with the intensity of his passion. Robin pressed herself tighter to him, opened her mouth to his, and surrendered to him, heart and soul.

The ringing of the phone interrupted the kiss as it threatened to suffocate them both. Robin gasped when his lips left hers, and she began to haul his T-shirt free of the waistband of his jeans, eager to feel his skin against her palms. She was only dimly aware of his curt replies to whatever was being said, then his attention was fully on her again.

Rand buried his hands in the thick fall of her hair and held her head, forcing her focus to steady as he looked at her.

“Brookman’s called off the mission,” he whispered, then kissed her. “Let me tell the others, then we’re going upstairs for a few days.”

“A few days?” She laughed softly, breathless with excitement.

“Maybe longer,” he said, hands smoothing over her from the contours of her bottom to the generous swell of her breasts. His thumbs lingered over the rigid tips, caressing them to greater sensitivity beneath the thin barrier of her top.

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, lips parted slightly as she gasped with pleasure. Slender fingers encircled his wrists, and he grinned down at her when she guided his hands back to her waist, then upward again, under the lightweight tank top. Rand hooked his fingers in the shimmering material and quickly pulled it over her head. Silken, warm skin seemed to ripple beneath his caressing hands and her back arched, pressing her closer to his chest.

A discreet knock on the door interrupted the downward trek of Rand’s lips just before he reached the nipple he’d been seeking. He pulled Robin behind him so his big body blocked the view of hers. “Who is it?”


“Come in.”

Jennifer poked her head into the office, smile broad and teasing.

“I know you were probably going to tell us at some point, but was that Brookman?”

Rand nodded.

“We’re free to go?” she asked.

“For now.”

“How long are you going to be incommunicado?” she asked.

“A few days,” he answered, his voice a hiss of air between clenched teeth. Robin was caressing the back of his neck and rubbing against him, the motion of her hips almost feline in its grace and eroticism. His eyes flickered closed, then he opened them again, grinned, and shrugged. “Maybe more.”

Jennifer’s laughter was cut off as she closed the door and left them alone.

Rand locked the door, then turned back to the woman he loved.


His voice trailed off as she unfastened his belt buckle and pulled his jeans open. Her hand slid into the loosened material, and he groaned when her fingers began to trace the hard ridge of his erection. The couch in the small office was going to have to do, he decided, and pushed her toward it as he peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside, then stopped long enough to get rid of his jeans and briefs. Robin’s skirt was a wrap around, and he grinned in surprise when he slipped it free and discovered she wore stockings and a garter belt, but nothing else under the length of material.

She straddled his thighs and lowered herself onto him, moaning softly as their bodies merged. Rand’s tongue began caressing her nipples, sucking gently at one then the other. She pushed harder, taking him deeper into her. His head lifted, and he pulled her into another searing, lusting kiss as their rhythm grew frantic with need. Before their passion peaked, Rand eased free and rearranged her on the worn sofa. Leather creaked and he lifted her hair and let it spill over the armrest as he stretched over her. He reentered her with a strong thrust that made her cling harder to him, and this time their desire consumed them and pushed them into an abyss of pleasure they hadn’t shared in much too long.


  1. LOL...your readers will follow you worries there darling...

    LOVE IT...

    Her stories are the best so buy, buy, buy!!!!

  2. Heart of Stone is an exhilerating and emotionally edged story!

    Denyse Bridger is amazing.

    smoochas and hugs

    Marquete Williams

  3. Sleep In The Freezer time again I reckon...

    Looks fabulous Denyse!

    LJ x

  4. And that fabulous model on her cover is Jimmy Thomas who just happens to be Mister December!