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Today I'm talking Romance on a Budget over with Suzanne Rock!

http://suzannerock.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/how-amber-skyze-creates-romance-on-a-budget/

Blog Hop and New Release!

Mini Blog Tour to celebrate my new release!
Today's visits!

I'm talking about Music as an inspiration - Anne even includes a few music videos! :)
Anne Lange - http://authorannelange.com/2013/10/30/music-and-writing-by-amber-skyze/

http://elodieparkes.blogspot.com/2013/10/welcome-to-guest-author-amber-skyze-who.html

Hot New Release!

http://www.ellorascave.com/going-for-broke.html

Blurb:

Deacon Burke has a singular goal—to win back the Las Vegas casino swindled from his father years ago.
Businesswoman Holly Perkins is equally determined to gain control of the Pleasure Palace, the decadent casino where anything goes—including exhibitionism and master/slave play. A corporate raider, she’s eager to put down roots in one location while running a business she loves.
When Deacon spots Holly in front of the casino it’s lust at first sight, and soon she’s submitting to him during a blistering-hot encounter. But how will he react when he learns of Holly’s agenda? All bets are off in their high-stakes game of carnal cravings and ultimate control.
Publisher’s Note: This title was previously released elsewhere under the title Hit Me, and has been revised and expanded for Ellora’s Cave.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

Deacon rubbed his eyes. They burned from being sleep deprived and the bright lights didn’t help. It was nearing midnight, but who could tell in the city that never sleeps? He stopped to glance up at the majestic building. The four golden caps made it appear as if it were a true Palace. The design had been created with that in mind. Darius Burke had a dream. He’d wanted to build a casino that reminded people of royalty. He’d wanted them to feel like they were special when inside. For years he’d succeeded. 

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

The one verse of the incessant Christmas song filled his mind as Deacon climbed the stairs to casino. Sure he changed it a bit to suit his needs, but that was his prerogative.

The flight in from Hong Kong seemed to drag on longer than it should have, but he closed the deal. They would gain a foothold in Hong Kong with their latest fragrance. The time had arrived for him to close another deal. The most important one.

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

Deacon adjusted the laptop bag dangling from his left shoulder. He lifted his right foot and placed it on the concrete stair. Gold speckles glittered the front staircases leading to the entranceway.

Each step he took was painful to his weary feet and heavy heart. He hadn’t stepped foot inside the casino or Vegas for that matter in nearly ten years. The day had finally arrived. He was coming home after many years away. Deacon Burke was one step away from reclaiming what rightfully belonged to his family – the Palace of Pleasure.

Though when his father owned the Palace the top floors known as the Pleasure part of the casino didn’t exist. Deacon could see his father rolling over his grave imagining the things that took place in the Pleasure area. Not that Deacon minded. Sex was an enjoyment of his. There was something about cherishing a woman’s body that brought out the animal instinct in him. He also didn’t mind doling out a spanking or two. Having a woman bent over, hands tied behind her back getting spanked, got him overheated every time.

He stifled a moan, while fighting the hard-on that grew in his black slacks.

Maybe he’d partake in a little fun before meeting with the current owner. Why not try out the merchandise? Not that it would change his mind on reclaiming the casino. It belonged to the Burke’s and Deacon would stake his claim, no matter what stupid stipulations they put on him.

And The Countdown Begins...

8 days until my release Going for Broke. I’m excited about this book. It was previously published with Loose Id.

So now it’s revised and expanded and ready to take on the world. Here’s a taste.

Buy Link - http://www.ellorascave.com/going-for-broke.html

Blurb:

Deacon Burke has a singular goal—to win back the Las Vegas casino swindled from his father years ago.
Businesswoman Holly Perkins is equally determined to gain control of the Pleasure Palace, the decadent casino where anything goes—including exhibitionism and master/slave play. A corporate raider, she’s eager to put down roots in one location while running a business she loves.
When Deacon spots Holly in front of the casino it’s lust at first sight, and soon she’s submitting to him during a blistering-hot encounter. But how will he react when he learns of Holly’s agenda? All bets are off in their high-stakes game of carnal cravings and ultimate control.
Publisher’s Note: This title was previously released elsewhere under the title Hit Me, and has been revised and expanded for Ellora’s Cave.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

Deacon rubbed his eyes. They burned from being sleep deprived and the bright lights didn’t help. It was nearing midnight, but who could tell in the city that never sleeps? He stopped to glance up at the majestic building. The four golden caps made it appear as if it were a true Palace. The design had been created with that in mind. Darius Burke had a dream. He’d wanted to build a casino that reminded people of royalty. He’d wanted them to feel like they were special when inside. For years he’d succeeded. 

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

The one verse of the incessant Christmas song filled his mind as Deacon climbed the stairs to casino. Sure he changed it a bit to suit his needs, but that was his prerogative.

The flight in from Hong Kong seemed to drag on longer than it should have, but he closed the deal. They would gain a foothold in Hong Kong with their latest fragrance. The time had arrived for him to close another deal. The most important one.

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

Deacon adjusted the laptop bag dangling from his left shoulder. He lifted his right foot and placed it on the concrete stair. Gold speckles glittered the front staircases leading to the entranceway.

Each step he took was painful to his weary feet and heavy heart. He hadn’t stepped foot inside the casino or Vegas for that matter in nearly ten years. The day had finally arrived. He was coming home after many years away. Deacon Burke was one step away from reclaiming what rightfully belonged to his family – the Palace of Pleasure.

Though when his father owned the Palace the top floors known as the Pleasure part of the casino didn’t exist. Deacon could see his father rolling over his grave imagining the things that took place in the Pleasure area. Not that Deacon minded. Sex was an enjoyment of his. There was something about cherishing a woman’s body that brought out the animal instinct in him. He also didn’t mind doling out a spanking or two. Having a woman bent over, hands tied behind her back getting spanked, got him overheated every time.

He stifled a moan, while fighting the hard-on that grew in his black slacks.

Maybe he’d partake in a little fun before meeting with the current owner. Why not try out the merchandise? Not that it would change his mind on reclaiming the casino. It belonged to the Burke’s and Deacon would stake his claim, no matter what stupid stipulations they put on him.

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Guest Blog - Elodie Parker

Blog Post Night of the Horse from Elodie Parkes for Amber

Hi Amber,

Thank you for inviting me here to talk about a hero from my hot new Evernight release, ‘Night of the Horse’.

I’ve chosen to talk about one of my heroes, but there are really three.

Both the male characters are heroes and the female too, as they all save each other from the lonely life that’s befallen them. How they do it and the journey to salvation is the story.

Night of the Horse

Meet Justin

He’s six feet tall, fit, and muscled.

His hair is short, platinum blonde, spikey, and glossy.

His eyes are chocolate brown.

He’s traveled a lot in his life, sometimes to hide from scrutiny.

His favorite clothes are faded denims and boots, except when he’s a dance teacher in the classes he gives, when he wears a tux.

He doesn’t sleep much and so takes walks in the night.

He’s lonely and looking for love.

He’s an artist.

He’s sensual, gentle, loving, and sexy.

He has his own business.

A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?

http://www.amazon.com/Night-Horse-Romance-Elodie-Parkes-ebook/dp/B00FYIYH9S
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http://www.evernightpublishing.com/night-of-the-horse-by-elodie-parkes/

About Elodie Parkes

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Excerpt from Night of the Horse 18+

They stopped only to breathe. Rosie unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. She trailed her fingers along to the front of his thighs. They were hard and muscled. Justin’s tongue pushed against her lips and opened her mouth. As his tongue slid against hers, she took hold of his cock. His erection felt huge and inviting.

He moved his hips, pushing into her hands and kissed her harder. Rosie went liquid, wanting to make love. Her panties were damp against her pussy as she stroked Justin’s cock. She wanted him so badly that when he stripped off her clothes, kissing her as he went she made soft whimpering sounds. He stepped back to take his jeans off, and watched her as she stood waiting for him.

As soon as he was naked, she leaped on him. He laughed as he caught her, and she put her legs around his hips. He kissed her mouth.

“You’re lovely, so sexy.” His voice low, he kissed her again before walking her into the lounge room. He sat down on her sofa and Rosie straddled him. He smiled and kissed her, pulling her up by her hips until she knelt, her legs on either side of his thighs. He stroked his knuckles along her pussy as his tongue slid against hers in another devastating kiss. Then he put a finger into her and Rosie moaned. She pressed onto his hand and he smiled against her lips.

“You’re wet for me.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013

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Blurb:

Running away from heartache is easier than facing it. But when Chellie runs from a bad relationship with a cheating ex and lands smack-dab in the arms of a hot and sexy stranger who thinks she was born to be his mate, could things get any weirder?
They sure can…especially when she discovers she’s a closet nymphomaniac and he’s a shape-shifting explosion of animal magnetism she simply can’t resist.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave



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Guest Blog - Em Petrova

Welcome to Em..I love her HAWT stories and one of my lucky readers will be lucky because Em's giving away a copy to one lucky commentor. :) Don't forget to leave an email address.

Loincloths through the Ages

By Em Petrova

Primitive man started covering their junk with leather loincloths when they went out of the cave to say, slay prehistoric beasts and find hot cave-chicks. Pharaohs even had a special loincloth called a Shendoah that made their way into the tombs and hopefully the afterlife with them.

Entering the scene for men’s undergarments were braies. These came about in the medieval times and covered a man’s physique from waist to midcalf. These made it difficult to relieve oneself, however. So man developed the codpiece. Yes, this sounds like something a man would come up with, yes?

The codpiece is basically braies with an opening in the front so they can better drain the lizard. Soon Henry VIII started to pad his codpiece, and then it was all over. Men everywhere were making improvements to the size of their junk, and women were falling prey to the scam.

Next came flannel drawers worn up till the 1930s when boxing became all the rage. Thus the creation of boxers! Early variations of the boxers were belted with leather—how uncomfy is that? Then later improved with elastic waistbands.

Finally in 1934 someone spotted a picture on a postcard from the French Riviera with a man wearing a snug pair of white bathing shorts. *ding ding ding!* The tighty whitey is born.

Since then underwear has taken on some strange trends. From crazy colors and patterns to banana hammocks, men’s underwear has definitely evolved with…er…man. And we women were able to enjoy them since the dawn of time.

What’s your favorite? Boxer, brief, loincloth? Let me hear from you! One lucky winner will receive an e-book from my backlist!

Read on for an excerpt from UNBROKEN, now available from Samhain Publishing.

Christian followed his friend into the house, aware of the long lines of his back and the hard muscles rolling beneath his western shirt and Wranglers. Tucker went to the kitchen for the beer, which was new too, since Christian was always the beer runner.

Unsure of what to do with himself, Christian shuffled around the living room, listening to the refrigerator door opening and closing. When Tucker entered the space, a cloud of testosterone crowded in with him.

Christian swallowed hard and wordlessly accepted the beer. The dynamics had changed between them, but why? Had it been Tucker’s apology? Or the fact that he felt the need to apologize at all?

“Been thinking a lot about Claire today.” His friend’s words made Christian’s heart constrict.

Sinking to his regular spot on the sofa, Christian cracked open his beer. “Yeah?”

“I fucked up.”

“So go get her back.”

“I intend to.”

Without thought, Christian’s words tumbled out. “I want to be part of that. As a third.”

Tucker’s gaze snapped to his and clung. A painful heartbeat stretched between them. Unable to battle his need anymore, Christian set his beer aside, leaned back on the sofa and unzipped his jeans.

A quiet noise broke from Tucker as he sank to the recliner and did the same. The grating noise of his zipper lowering had Christian’s cock hard and weeping with pre-come. While nudging his jeans and boxers off his hips, he kicked off his boots. Usually Christian left his T-shirt on, but today he yanked it off too, leaving him completely bare.

Every inch of himself exposed to Tucker.

Taking his cue, Tucker stripped down too, abandoning jeans with the leather belt and silver buckle still in the loops. When his pearl-button shirt hit the carpet, Christian drank in the sight of his friend’s well-muscled chest, sprinkled with golden brown hair.

Christian rubbed a palm over his own bare chest to the dark trail of hair leading to his cock. As one, he and Tucker cupped their balls, fondling the tight sacs, gazes locked on each other. Webs of want spread through Christian’s body as he thought about finally dropping to his knees and taking Tucker’s long shaft in his mouth. Of sucking that dark purple head and gathering the ropes of come.

He shuddered.

Tucker rolled his shaft through his hand, pumping it once and holding it out, erect, for Christian to see the glistening tip.

Choking off a groan, Christian fisted his cock, pressing down on the flared head so the tip slitted. Juices oozed out.

Then they were off. Hips rocking upward to meet their hands, cords standing out on Tucker’s neck and Christian’s belly dipping with each harsh breath.

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/unbroken-em-petrova/1115662730?ean=9781619216594

Thanks for reading! And a big thank you to Amber for hosting me today!

Em Petrova

~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~

www.empetrova.com

If I were to take up drinking…

It would be now. Life has been an emotional roller coaster since April. Our sweet loving daughter turned into someone we don’t know two days before her 16^th birthday. An incident occurred and thankfully it won’t ever go on her record. This incident seemed to be the beginning of a downward spiral. To say that I’ve been stressed is an understatement.

I’ve considered having a drink or two, but it won’t help. Back when I was married to my ex, I clouded the hurt, pain and abuse in alcohol. Being buzzed helped to ease the pain…or so I thought. In all reality, I was hiding from reality.

With this child I need a clear head. She’s smart and conniving. You need to be one step ahead of her. She’s been diagnosed with anxiety, depression and bi-polar. She was prescribed one med and she took it for one day, and then gave it up. She prefers smoking pot to ease the anxiety. She’s very honest about this to me and basically stated she’s not going to give it up.

Now, don’t give me hell for what I’m going to say, because no I don’t want her smoking pot, but I’m just glad it’s only that. My fear is this will be the gateway to bigger and more dangerous drugs. An officer told me about Molly, an ecstasy type drug that has become very popular with teens and high school kids.

The kids she hangs with are all drop outs, except one. My daughter is or was a straight A student.

Why tell you all this? Because I know I’m not the only person who has dealt with a teen like this. My other daughter, she pulled her stunts…she knew when to draw the line and she respected her parents. This one – not at all.

We’ve weight our options and let me tell you I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. Our daughter doesn’t respect herself enough to respect others. But we’ve been thinking about one of those teen shock programs. We’ve talked to her psychiatrist and the director of the program. The therapist believes we should do whatever it takes. Life is crazy. There is no down time with this child. She’s volatile. Yet I love the shit out of her and wish I could wave a magic wand to fix her.

You see this child is very special to me…sure they all are, but L gave me a new lease on life. When she was born I found my self-esteem again. I grew strong. I learned to open my heart and love again. Yes, I loved my other two children and I still do. L showed me a new light. Because of her I found the strength and courage to leave her abusive father. I escaped.

So watching this child suffer and fall apart is sending me to an early grave. I try to be strong, but there are days when I’m tired of being strong. My husband and friends have been great through all this. Very supportive and helpful.

What doesn’t kill us, only makes us stronger…I sure hope that’s right.

I know this was a long winded blog, but this might explain why I haven’t been blogging much. It’s hard to write uplifting posts when all I want to do is lose myself in a bottle. Not to worry I won’t. J

Whet Your Appetite Wednesday - Louisa Bacio

Thanks so much for hosting me today, Amber.

Long Haul

Between California and Arizona, there’s a sweet patch of highway that encourages a man’s mind to wander. Randy’s mind always ends up in the same place—traveling the smooth planes of Sallie Mae’s tanned legs and following the line of sweat that snakes down her neck and disappears between her breasts. It’s all too easy to imagine her naked in the seat beside him, flirting, stroking, even straddling his legs and daring him to find a better way to go than at eighty miles an hour with a hot blonde in his lap. The fantasy alone makes concentrating on the road a struggle. He doesn’t have a clue how he’s going to manage to drive Sallie Mae home from college while keeping his mind on the road and his hands to himself. Especially with Sallie Mae all too willing to flirt, stroke and blow the lid right off his fantasy.

Available now via Ellora’s Cave, Amazon and coming soon to other eRetailers!

Excerpt

He stole glances at her legs, the creamy smoothness on the upper thighs. When she sat down, that skirt of hers hiked up even farther. She had a scar on one knee from summer rollerblading. Would it still be there, or had it faded over time? What would it be like to slide his hand across the seat, glide up to her sweet honey-pot and dip his fingers in? The curve of her breast pressed out through her sweatshirt and he resisted the urge to touch.

The air-conditioning was blowing pretty good and they were jamming to her iPod. Even in the early evening, it was too hot out to drive with the windows down.

“Have you been letting your hair grow out?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s wavier than I remember it.”

“It tends to curl if I let it go too much.” He glanced in the rear-view mirror. “But I got tired of the buzz cut.”

“I like it. Makes you look sexy.”

He watched her from the corner of his eye, trying to get a read on her comments. Was she simply touching him because she viewed him as a brother, or was it on purpose?

Enjoy the Ride!

Louisa Bacio

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Bio:

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.

Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, hermit crabs and rolly pollies. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.

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