Across Time by Rayne Forrest received an excellent romance novel review from Two Lips Reviews. Here's what Kerin had to say about Ms. Forrest's latest romance eBook from Aspen Mountain Press:

You definitely don't want to miss this book!  Across Time is an extremely well written, powerful and intense story.  The characters and scenes are so well described that I could visualize everything so well that I felt like I was watching a movie instead of reading a book. 

Here's an excerpt:

Excerpt of Rayne Forrest's Across Time

What was that?” Devin asked Corri. “You’re muttering.”  

“No, I’m not. I’ve got work to do.” She rose and stalked off. Devin went after her. 

Those long legs of hers were covering a lot of ground, fast. He caught up to her but she didn’t stop until she reached the beverage station. Devin snorted at the fancy brews.  

“Winston really roughs it, doesn’t he? Espresso. Cappuccino. Latte.” 

“Just pour,” Corri snapped and held out a mug. “I told him, Devin. Don’t let all the gentility fool you. Post that guard.” 

“It’s done. Now what’s wrong?” 

She jerked her head towards an area at the edge of the trees where assorted chairs were loosely assembled around a fire pit. He followed her silently.  

“I looked up references to Easter Island ,” she told him, selecting a chair and sitting. “I don’t understand how that isolated island can have anything to do with here. Those people died off, probably starved out due to their isolation. The island couldn’t support them. It’s only forty-five square miles of rock.” 

“The civilization thrived for many years.” Devin burned to know what else she’d found. He knew she’d found something; she refused to meet his eyes.  

“Do you believe in dreams?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he said in his best, politest voice. 

The look she gave him was priceless. Part disbelief, part feminine irritation, part amusement, and all Corrine Dunn. He wished he’d had his scanner ready to capture it.  

“I’m serious, Tremaine. Do you?” 

He looked out across the field where members of Winston’s team worked. He looked back, across time, to a few short months when he’d been truly happy.  

“Sure. I have to believe in dreams. I want you back.” 

She didn’t answer. Devin took the chance and looked at her. She was staring off across the rolling green hills.  

“I had a vision,” she said so softly he almost couldn’t hear her voice. Some instinct told him she was completely serious. This, then, was the strained look she had today. 

“Tell me.” He took her hand. That she allowed him to do so spoke volumes. 

He listened while she related the dream to him. When she fell silent, he didn’t speak immediately. 

He knew her. She wasn’t one to imagine things. She’d had some sort of odd experience. An icy finger of fear traced its way down his spine. He believed there were a lot of things out here, in space, that no one knew about. 

“It’s possible you dreamed it because of all the research you did before you went to bed,” he said, trying to make it seem logical. 

“Yes, it could have been so. But it wasn’t.” 

He plucked the mug from her hand. “Come on. Let’s take a little walk.” He was surprised when she nodded and called her first officer to alert him to her status. She was really shaken.  

They walked downstream for about a mile before coming to a shallow pool. They chose a large flat rock and sat. 

“I tried to find you after I got my first posting,” she told him. “You’d blocked me out.” 

“I was hurt.” I still am, a bit.

“I need the truth from you. Why are we here?” 

He didn’t pretend not to understand. He’d rather smooth out the past before jumping to the future, but he had to be patient with that, with her. 

“I don’t know. That’s the truth.” He pulled a data disk from his pocket and handed it to her. 

“That’s what I have so far. You have access to different library banks. Maybe this will add something.” 

She took the disk and slipped it in a pocket. Then she did what he’d not dared hope for. She reached out to him, needing him. 

She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed tiredly. 

Another time he’d have pushed his advantage. Another time he’d have laid her down on the grass and made love to her the way a man should love a woman. 

But this time, her tired sigh and haunted eyes had him at a serious disadvantage. He put his arm around her and let her lean on his strength. The Corri he’d known at another time would not have permitted it. 

He kissed her hair. It was all he dared. He expected at any moment she’d realize she was taking comfort from him and snap back to her normal self and snap him in half for sitting there thinking about sex. And it would be obvious he was thinking about sex if she happened to look below his belt.

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ebooks4u just blogged about the Laura Baumbach interview at Fallen Angels Reviews in Laura Baumbach Kicks A$$

Laura is on a crusade to bring Romantic Times into the new millenium. You can read about that in Laura Baumbach's blog.

What does Laura have to say about m/m fiction?  "God, I love men. Where one man is great, two men are so hot together."

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I like this Racy Li gal. Any woman who can share "She wanted a cat but somehow ended up with a husband" with the blogosphere has the humor and intelligence to get me to dig deeper in her blog.  

In Erotic Romance: Science Fiction's Forgotten Stepsister Racy shares a couple of interesting observations about romance novels in general and science fiction erotica in particular. I suggest you read the whole piece but here's a few gems.

Epublishing erotic romance is giving greater economic power to women as business leaders, editors, artists, and authors.

(she caught that Detroit Free Press article from a couple weeks back)

and

Yes, romance has a reputation for formulaic plots, and bodice rippers, and at times, it is deservedly so, but formulas and bad books exist in every genre. Erotic romance with its speculative elements is arguably reaching more non-science fiction readers (predominantly women) than books labeled squarely science fiction.

and Racy continues:

As a market led by, driven by and consumed by a largely female audience, those concerned with women in science fiction should take note; erotic romance may be the new face of feminist science fiction.

My only issue is she uses the word gender when she means the word sex. But maybe I'm getting as old as my father who wishes he could use the word gay the way he used to use it.