Saturday, July 12, 2014
Lunch with Friends
Today I'm meeting up with a few friends for lunch. I have seen them in a bit and missed them terribly. I can't wait to sit and chat with Marie Rose Dufour and Eden Elgabri!
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Spotlight on Em Petrova
BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE
– Love Ties
SERIES – Club Ties
AUTHOR – Em Petrova
GENRE –
contemporary erotic romance
PUBLICATION
DATE – July 3, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/#
Words) - 84000 words
PUBLISHER –
Taliesin Publishing
BOOK SYNOPSIS
You can take the motorcycle chick out of the club, but she’ll always come back.
When her momma saddled her with a name like Ever, she didn’t have a prayer of a normal life. Mix in a motorcycle club and a lot of rough adoptive fathers, and Ever is raised not to take any flack. Five years ago she battled her way out of the Life, got a degree and a good job. The only thing that would bring her back to Heller’s Gap and within range of her ex is revenge.
Jamison’s motorcycle club doesn’t live, breathe, and ride for drugs and guns, unless they’re fighting to uncover the roots of the crimes. After years of watching his friends and loved ones die, Jamison’s only desire is to stop more of the trade from coming into Heller’s Gap. At least until he gets an eye—and hand—full of the redheaded vixen, Ever.
In spite of the world she hates, Ever can’t stay away from the god dressed in black leather. When he discovers she’s practically MC royalty, and that she’s being hunted by her ex and his gang, Jamison’s instincts to protect rev to new speeds. He’d do just about anything to keep her, even help her get the revenge she craves…if it doesn’t break him first.
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EXCERPT
The instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter stuttered to a stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat. Without looking over her shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.
A shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting into a strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even his name had serious swagger.
Gripping her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator was her drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison from the very beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung and tried not to squirm.
From the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and quite a few men—in their tracks. Six-foot-two with a chiseled chest that served as a fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.
The pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at him. I bet a girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”
As if she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever glanced around. And instantly regretted it.
Jamison’s deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to a restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the sight of the same five o’clock shadow that had burned her skin so deliciously not twelve hours ago.
She
clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that tasted like
a sour apple hard candy.
“Do you know who that is?” the bartender asked.
Barely turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but damn if he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her with his eyes a heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she dragged her gaze away from his ruggedly beautiful face and tried to play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”
Her drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had commented on. That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named Ever on the big blue ball they called Earth. When explaining her name, she always claimed her mother had named her this, because given a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.
Three stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made Ever’s skin prickle. Anything the man touched or looked at turned her into runny grits. The bartender smoothed her hands over her perfectly trim hips before bouncing down to take his order.
“What can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”
“Double of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she recalled him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d swallowed gaskets and chased them with moonshine.
Ever’s fists clenched with fresh need.
She’d regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too many years as someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of Alabama had wandered through the door.
Too bad he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell, she’d prefer a sewer employee over another man wearing leather and sporting too much horsepower.
She shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare turn her head because her face would light up like the Fourth of July. With a complexion like hers, she had little control over her blushes.
Last night Jamison kissed her heated cheeks and rumbled a laugh. “You match your hair,” he’d said.
“I’ve gotta
use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the waitress didn’t go
unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get halfway down the corridor leading
to the restrooms when leather and earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.
He grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the
wall, but he slid a hand behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison
leaned in, breath minty and lips inviting as hell, she panted for
control.
“Just some dirtbag, huh?”
He was dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt, and a black leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his torso. Ever’s knees sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against the wall.
Dipping his
head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and fought the urge
to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank him down. The memory of
those heated lips gliding over her flesh was almost too much to bear.
“Was I just some dirtbag to you last night?”
“Y-yes.” Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going to continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged for his callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.
Going back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break free of the world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.
In the background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too enthusiastic. Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical talent, but someone had to keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s dance floor.
What the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old habits would kill her in the end.
AUTHOR BIO
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.
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Monday, July 7, 2014
Undaunted - Spotlight
BOOK INFORMATION
Title – Undaunted
Series – No Rival, #2
Author – Charity Parkerson
Genre – Sports Erotica
Publication Date – May 30, 2014
Length (Pages/# Words) – 100/
34,069
Publisher – Ellora’s Cave
Publishing
Cover Artist –
Publisher
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Book 2 in the No Rival
series
What happens in the fight club stays in the fight
club.
Brothers, Rhys and Knox, have been in love with the same
woman for years. While Rhys has been open about his feelings toward Mandy, he’s
kept her firmly locked in the friend zone. That is, until a night filled with
too much alcohol explodes into passion.
Unfortunately, while Rhys doesn’t remember a minute of it,
Mandy remembers every detail all too well. As secrets and betrayals begin to
unravel their friendship, Knox seizes his chance to—finally—claim Mandy as his
own.
With two sexy fighters squaring off to win her heart, Mandy
must decide which to choose—the charming reprobate who’s been the center of her
desire, yet always wrecks her life, or the merciless bad boy who wants to give
her the world.
Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes male/male encounters
that may have you wishing for two sexy fighters of your own.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s
Cave
BUY & TBR
LINKS
Amazon Kindle (Unsurpassed – Book 1)
– Amazon Kindle (Unequaled – Book
3)
EXCERPT
“Just tell us what you need and we’re your men.”
Ryan’s teasing, upbeat personality kept her smiling and she
immediately felt at ease. “Get naked and act natural,” she said, somehow
managing to keep a straight face.
Max groaned. “Great. Now there’s two of them. Don’t give him
permission, Mandy. We’ll never get his clothes back on.”
“Fine,” she huffed, breaking out her best pout. “You will
have to take your shirts off, though.” Max flashed a flirtatious glance her way
that left her blushing as he stripped his shirt off. Oddly, she knew he didn’t
mean it. Some people were overtly more sexual than others were. It was more of
a vibe he owned. It was as if he couldn’t help himself. Of course, the
knowledge did nothing to stop her face from burning every time he turned it in
her direction. The third time blood flooded her cheeks, she felt Knox’s heat
pressing into her back. Her heart slammed against her chest at the contact. He
was everywhere. Overwhelming. Unmovable.
“He’s not for you.” His breath fanned across her neck as the
whispered warning rang in her ears. The bite in his tone rolled over her skin.
As he strode away, she watched the smooth movement of his body. Untamed. The
word floated through her mind and she couldn’t let it go. He was a predator.
Each time he was near, a shot of adrenaline pumped through her veins when she
survived the encounter. One day, she wouldn’t.
After a few posed shots, Mandy focused on the action. “I’d
love to get as many pictures as I can, if you want to take turns sparring. I’m
not picky. However the three of you choose to pair up is fine with
me.”
Knox gave her a sharp nod, and Ryan came over to stand at
her side on the edge of the mat. Squaring off, Max and Knox circled one
another. Staring down at the digital screen, Mandy zoomed in on Knox and her
chest tightened even as she continued snapping pictures.
“Better Max than me,” Ryan said startling her with his tight
tone.
Keeping her focus on her task, Mandy tried to keep the
curiosity from showing in her voice. “Scared of getting your ass handed to you,
huh?” she teased.
“An ass-kicking I can handle. I have no desire to die.
Underground fighters train to compete with only one rule in mind. To the death.
I mean, judging by Knox’s lifestyle, the money is good, but it takes a certain
mentality to go into every match to kill or be killed.”
Mandy could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her gaze
slid over his body with a new eye as she searched for any truth to Ryan’s
claim. The light glimmered off the silver rings in his nipples. Sleek muscles
flexed and rolled as he poised for any opening. There wasn’t a hint of emotion
on his face when he found one and took Max down to the mat. All the deep scars
and bruises covering his body made themselves known in light of the new
insight. Appearing content with a simple submission, Knox helped an unscathed
Max to his feet.
“Oh, good. He didn’t kill him. I am a bit attached to him,
after all.”
Knox looked in their direction at Ryan’s words. Raw
sensuality dripped from his pores. His eyes darkened with lust. Electricity
charged the air between them. Excitement pounded through Mandy. Her nipples
ached and a tingle began at the base of her spine.
Ryan cleared his throat. “Whoa,” he muttered under his
breath. “He’s going to do such naughty things to you and I want details,” he
sang as he walked away heading in Max’s direction.
BOOK SOUNDTRACK
Hate me—Blue October
Let it Go—Blue October
Closer—NIN
U Got it Bad—Usher
Nothing—The Script
Bleed—Hot Chelle Ray
Broken—Lifehouse
Hanging by a moment—Lifehouse
One More Night—Maroon 5
It’s been awhile—Staind
Say Something—Great Big
World
AUTHOR BIO
Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published
author with Ellora's Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her
mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her
characters.
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal
Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the
Darkpath
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No Rival series t-shirt, autographed cover flat (plus
digital download code)
of Unsurpassed, and a skeleton hand ring.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE NO RIVALS
SERIES
Unsurpassed (Book
#1)
Unequaled (Book
#3)
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Saturday, July 5, 2014
Making Changes
I feel like I've neglected my friends blogs and my readers for way too long. I'm going to change that, by visiting your blogs, commenting and posting here more than I do. I miss chatting with you all. I miss writing.
I want to get a new release to you by August. I'm not sure if that's possible, but if not, Sept.
My oldest daughter is getting married at the end of the month. I'm excited for that. She's going to make a beautiful bride.
I want to get a new release to you by August. I'm not sure if that's possible, but if not, Sept.
My oldest daughter is getting married at the end of the month. I'm excited for that. She's going to make a beautiful bride.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Special Guest - Skye Callahan
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title - Bound and Unbroken
Series - Out of Bounds
Author - Skye Callahan
Word/Page count - 223 pages
Buy link - Amazon.com
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Lena is about to discover pleasure in the things she can’t
control.
To get even with her roommate for dragging her to a sports
bar on a Friday night, Lena begins flirting with the handsome stranger who sits
at the bar next to her. Their anonymous conversation leads to a shared cab
ride, but Lena’s conscience puts a damper on the evening—leaving the near-fling
to become a memory. Until she finds him roaming the halls of the school where
she teaches.
Will she submit to his desires?
Eric’s only reason for returning to his hometown is to care
for his recently orphaned nephew. He knew the return would involve dredging up
his past with family and friends, but he didn't expect a lone girl to capture
his interest and offer an escape within his new life.
Will his binds be enough to keep her?
EXCERPT
Her eyes dilated, breaths coming even quicker as he held her
against his chest. He released her slowly, not wanting her to step away, but at
the same time, wanting her to take the next step on her own. He held open the
door for her to pass, and she stepped backward, keeping her eyes on him as she
entered the room.
Pressing her back against the wall, she bit her lip as she
scanned the room then looked back to him. He brushed his finger against her
trapped lip as he walked by, dropping his bag onto the desk, then turning to
pull the blankets down into a neat pile at the foot of the bed.
He turned and sat against the bed corner. “Come
here.”
She paused as long as it took for her chest to rise and fall
once, then pushed off the wall, and edged toward him.
When she was within reach, he pulled her between his legs,
his hand moving down her lower back and resting on her hip. Now in the privacy
of the hotel room, her body was stiffer, but she submitted as he pulled her
head closer and claimed her mouth. Tender at first—brushing his lips against
hers until a flick of his tongue persuaded her lips to part. Her hands settled
on his shoulders, and he took the unbridled opportunity to begin his
exploration, inching up her shirt. The soft flesh of her back cool against his
heated palms.
Her body stiffened again as the material cleared her waist,
glancing around the room as if she expected an army to pop out of the walls.
Eric rose and pushed her backward, she stumbled with the first steps, but he
held her to his body until her back pressed against the wall. Leaving her shirt
dangling, half disheveled, he pulled her wrists from where they’d nestled at
the back of his neck and pinned them over her head.
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head, but he waited for her verbal response.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Tucking both of her wrists into one palm, he used his free
hand to pull the neck of her shirt down, just enough to expose the top of her
breast so he could kiss and nip at her delicate skin. She gasped and wriggled
as two fingers slid into the front of her pants.
He smiled against her neck, the throbbing in his cock
amplified by her every jerk and quiver. But it was going to wait—a torturous
long wait as he explored every inch of her body, and every caveat of her
desires.
He stepped away, and she shivered, her slack body sinking
against the wall. “I could spend most of the night kissing and licking your
skin.”
AUTHOR BIO
I will always be a country girl at heart with a love for reading
and writing. I've spent my life chained to the imaginary worlds of the
characters who live in my head, and thanks to the encouragement of teachers,
friends, and family, I started writing their stories down. In college, I
separated from fiction for a while, earning a M.A. in Public History. Along the
way, I have worked on documentaries, created and developed websites, Many of my
early stories were paranormal, and although the paranormal will always have a
special room in my imagination, my interest in BDSM and dark romance has
recently led me to expand my focus.
When I'm not spending time with the voices in my head, I
work for a non-profit consulting center, offer my technical services to other
writers and small businesses, and enjoy life with my husband ant our two
ferrets.
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Two Week Seduction Release Blitz
BOOK
INFORMATION
TITLE – Two Week
Seduction
AUTHOR – Kathy
Lyons (aka: Jade Lee)
GENRE – Fun, Hot
Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE – 6/30
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 188
PUBLISHER – Brazen
COVER ARTIST – Hot Damn
Designs
BOOK
SYNOPSIS
She’s going to break all of his
rules...
Tech Sergeant John O’Donnell was never fond of his hometown.
Too many reminders of poverty, his rocky family life, and the girl he was never
allowed to have. Now he has exactly two weeks to sort out his mother’s finances
before he heads back overseas. Two weeks that he’s determined to spend as far
from his best friend’s little sister as possible.
Alea Heling has a naughty streak a mile wide. Sweet and
simple? Boring. She’s been craving a bad boy like John since their wild days
together in high school, and this time, she’s not taking no for an answer. But
with every panty-meltingly hot encounter, Alea forgets one hard, cold
reality—this soldier won’t let a fortnight turn into forever...and forever
might be exactly what they both need.
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EXCERPT
“Thank you for your help,” he said. His voice was rusty, but
clear enough.
She
gasped in mock shock. “He speaks! Five words and it wasn’t rude!”
Against
his will, his lips twitched. She always could make him smile when he least
wanted to.
She
leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s try something else. I know it’s
dangerous—I mean, your head might explode or something—but I say we risk it.
Give me a compliment.”
“Fishing?” he drawled.
She tsked. “That wasn’t a compliment. You’re supposed to say
something nice. About me.”
He didn’t answer. Mostly because he was thinking of all the
things he wanted to say. That her skin looked soft and her eyes were a
changeable hazel that always kept him guessing. That her tits were round and
full, just begging to be nipped. That she was small compared to his 6'3"
frame, but she had legs long enough to wrap around his waist as he buried
himself inside her. And that red hair, a bright red flash of color on her
perfect body, was a scream of danger he lusted after.
While those thoughts spun through his mind, her expression
soured. With a sigh, she grabbed his empty beer bottle and held it before his
eyes. “Say something nice to me and I’ll get you another beer.”
She shook the bottle a little to grab his attention. It
didn’t work. He was too busy watching how the breeze pressed her blouse flat
against her chest. Her bra had lace, which meant texture, and he wondered what
sound she’d make if he tugged it back and forth against her nipples.
“John–-”
“That’s a
nice b-blouse.” Damn it, he’d almost said bra.
Her mouth flattened with a sigh. “I thought you’d like it.”
Alea leaned forward as she pushed to her feet. A curl of
brown hair tumbled forward, pushing past the tiny gold hoop in her ear to
dangle right before him. Without thinking, he grabbed the lock, winding it
around his fingers. It wasn’t even long enough to pull into his fist. But it
was close enough to hold her still. Her eyes widened in surprise and her
mouth—those plump, pink lips—formed a perfect O.
God, he’d been gone so long. And she was so much of a woman
now.
“John?”
He wanted to say something, but he hadn’t the words. Just a thick want. He took a breath, trying to
clear his head, but all he tasted on the air was her. A citrus scent, so
appropriate to Florida and so missed when he was in Afghanistan. But there was
another scent on top. The taste of woman, hot and spicy despite her demure
yellow shirt.
He should let her go, but his fingers just wouldn’t
cooperate. He tightened his hold. And when her hair started to slip through his
grip, he pushed forward in his chair. He deserved one taste. He sacrificed so
his country would be safe. One kiss was nothing when stacked up against that.
But if he was going to take her mouth—and he damn sure
was—then he was going to take something else too...
AUTHOR
BIO
KATHY LYONS writes light, funny, sexy stories for Harlequin
Blaze. She loves the faster pace of category books and that her humor can shine
through.
She leaves the dark, tortured love stories to her alter ego,
Jade Lee.
Visit them both on the web at www.kathylyons.com
orwww.jadeleeauthor.com!
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