BookBlitz Tour: Given To You by Carlie Sexton

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 Title: Given to You (The Killer Next Door #3)

Author:  Carlie Sexton

Genre: New Adult / Erotic Romance Thriller

Publication Date:  September 24, 2013

Cover Designed By:  Hot Damn Designs

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To give is a virtue. But to give your very self, the ultimate bequest. Offered in love, it can be wondrous. Offered in desperation, it can be deadly.

In Book Two of this three-part epic, young and tempting Kate Simmons at last seemed to have reached a safe haven of happiness when she moved in with Neil, ambitious and persevering, both in his legal practice and his love life. Taking great care to protect his trophy and the surprise he had in mind for Kate, Neil hired security to accompany his soon-to-be fiancée on a scavenger hunt of a lifetime. As Book Three continues their saga, it is life itself that is in the balance when Kate becomes the hunted as the jilted Roger snatches his prey.

The obsessed minds of Neil and Roger now take aim squarely at each other — with a bare and exposed Kate directly in the crossfire. Knowing her very life will be the winner’s spoil, Kate stares agony in its ghastly face as it approaches for the death dance.

There is no time, no place, no safety in a war of fixation. A war in which the winner will be either the last one standing, or the last one to die.

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Fallen for You (Book #1) Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes

 

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10 things that bring a smile to your face~ puppies, kids smiling, a rainbow, my husband, hazelnut coffee, finding the perfect dress, seeing friends, warm chocolate chip cookies, Maui, WRITING!

About Carlie

 

Carlie Sexton has had a passion for reading her entire life. She loves it so that she dedicated her life to educating children. As a teacher, she has had the profound pleasure of teaching children to read and explore their imaginations through a good book. Just recently she decided to write a story that had been on her mind. Now she has several that she wants to turn into additional books. Writing has become a passion that she dearly loves.

Carlie lives with her handsome husband in Southern California. They enjoy the relaxed lifestyle that California provides. They have two beautiful dogs, but no children.

 

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BookBlitz + Giveaway: The Gorgeous Girls by Marie Wilson

Title:   The Gorgeous Girls

Author:  Marie Wilson

Genre: Erotica

Publication Date:  May 1, 2013 by HarperCollins, a Patrick Crean Editions Imprint

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Erotica for the thinking woman, this well-written novel interlaces the lives of three women in search of love, sex and adventure. Rose, Con, and Wanda, all disciples of the legendary Dorothy Parker, meet regularly for drinks to share laughter and tears as they recount their romantic and sexual escapades.  From Toronto to Vancouver to Paris, these three jump in and out of bed with an collection of interesting men, discovering along the way some of life’s hard truths, but never without a dash of humour. Featuring shoes, martinis, clothes, champagne, and of course sex, The Gorgeous Girls is a smart, playful and delicious sexual extravaganza from start to finish.

 

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Ten pieces of advice you would tell the “teen”you

Keep on doing what you love to do

Don’t let others bring you down; walk away from negativity

Be serious in your play and playful in your seriousness

If you want to do the seemingly impossible – find a way, for there is a way

Only connect

Cultivate your originality

Celebrate your uniqueness

Be bold

Be kind

Do not give up

 

 

 

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Marie Wilson was born to a paint merchant and an Olympic runner in Vancouver, BC. After studying painting and theatre at UBC andAuthor Pic SFU, she moved to Toronto to put herself on the boards. Following appearances on some of Toronto’s best stages, she turned her attention to writing. Marie has published work in a number of magazines and newspapers, including NOW magazine and The Globe and Mail, had a handful of good reviews, met some great people, found love, and birthed a trio geniuses along the way.

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BookBlitz: Kane’s Bounty by A.S. Fenichel

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Kane’s Bounty
A.S. Fenichel

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing

Date of Publication: May 8, 2013

ISBN: 9781419945052

ASIN: B00BGBY3FA

Number of pages: 163

Word Count: 55,103

Cover Artist: Syneca

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Telepathic bounty hunter Kane has one rule—never get involved with a fugitive. It’s a simple assignment with good money at the end. Picking Lena up is no problem. Protecting her when her ex-husband, mercenaries and another bounty hunter threaten her turns into the fight of their lives.

Together, the Stones of Adeline and Lena are powerful magic. She never considered the complication of the sexy bounty hunter and her undeniable desire for him. Their paranormal bond will need to be strong if they’re to survive together.

 

 

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A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.

An Excerpt From: KANE’S BOUNTY

Copyright © A.S. FENICHEL, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

 

 

Chapter One

The overcrowded bar didn’t stop Kane from spotting his mark the moment she walked in. Even if he hadn’t seen her picture, her nervous demeanor would have given her away. It was too crowded to get a psychic read on her, but there were other ways to find a fugitive.

The mug shot hadn’t done her justice. Lena Cruz could stop traffic. Her curves were exactly the kind a man liked to run his hands over and other body parts came to mind too. Her dark hair just touched her shoulders and those bright hazel eyes darted nervously to every corner of the room.

She even looked at him for a second or two. He smiled and moved to lift his glass in her direction, but her focus shifted before he had the chance. He followed her gaze to the corner of the room.

“John Porter,” Kane mumbled. He had to make an effort to relax his grip on the glass before he ended up with a hand full of Jack Daniels and cheap glass. He shrugged and downed the remaining whiskey before getting up and moving to a barstool that was closer and had a better view of the corner. Porter wasn’t alone. He had a couple of his bodyguards with him and a blonde wearing too much makeup.

The band finished their set and the crowd noise lulled for a few seconds.

“It’s nice to see you, Lena,” Porter said. He stood and kissed her cheek.

“I need your help, John.”

Porter’s eyes darted around the bar. “You shouldn’t—”

The jukebox kicked on, and Kane couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation.

It made no difference. She was a mark, no more, no less. He was hired by the bail bondsman to pick her up and bring her in. What she was doing talking to a notorious money launderer was irrelevant.

He’d wait. No need to tip off Porter. Someday he might have to pick the scumbag up and he didn’t want to blow his cover. He signaled the bartender and ordered another Jack on the rocks.

Something niggled at the back of his senses. The atmosphere changed and a familiar mind slipped into his consciousness. “Wade, NO!”

The words were not out of his mouth before Shamus Wade torpedoed through the crowd and crashed into Porter’s table.

Kane was on his feet. He didn’t move forward. Interesting distraction.

All three men and the blonde who was sitting with them stood up as drinks splashed in every direction. Lena stood gape-mouthed, and Wade grabbed her arm. He stood a full foot taller than her and probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds, but she pushed at him and slapped his face. Wade’s beady eyes narrowed. Closed-fisted, Wade punched her in the head.

 

Mistake. Kane took a step toward them to get a better position and wait to see how the situation played out.

Wade’s head spun around, sensing Kane for the first time. When their eyes met, Kane just smiled and shook his head at the ill-laid plans of the other hunter.

The crowd went dead silent. The music screeched to a stop. Lena looked dazed for a moment and then her knees began to buckle.

Wade sensed the change in the focus of the crowd. Men and women alike were glaring at him and moving closer. “It’s okay, folks. This is my wife. We’re just heading home now.”

The bartender had already dialed 911. Kane could hear the conversation behind the bar. A woman with colorful full-sleeve tattoos, flanked by two enormous men, stepped forward. “I don’t care if she’s your momma. You ain’t going anywhere with that woman. We don’t care for men who beat their women around here.”

“It was just a little misunderstanding. Right, Lena?” Wade looked scared as the crowd moved in on him. Kane felt the building tension and rage in the bar. Anger and fear pulsed in the room, creating a dull ache in the back of his skull. He was sure Wade could feel it too and it was the cause of the hunter’s fear.

Wade still clutched Lena’s right arm tightly.

Lena’s eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned against Wade, forcing him to release her arm and grab her around the waist.

Kane moved in another two steps and sidled off to the left. The crowd pushed forward and Wade pulled his handgun. He waved the Remington 9mm in the direction of the crowd.

Mistake two.

John Porter and his associates bolted for the back door as soon as the weapon came into view.

Kane rushed in just as the two large men and the tattooed woman charged Wade. Lena slipped from his grasp and the gun hit the floor. Kane closed the gap, threw Lena over his shoulder and headed for the back door.

He heard as much as sensed the change in the crowd as the fight started. Kane didn’t know how long it would take the police to arrive or if Wade would get away before that happened. He had to get her to a safe place. He could take her to local law enforcement for extradition in the morning.

The rear exit led out to a narrow alley. Before they’d reached a hundred feet from the noisy bar, she pounded on his back. “Put me down.”

“That was a fine performance, Lena. Why don’t you continue with the knocked-out act for a few minutes more?”

 

 

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A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

 

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

 

Multi-published in both erotic and historical romance, A.S. has 5 books currently available and three more under contract with Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

 

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

 

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BookBlitz+Giveaway: Open Flames by Lacy Dane

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Dragon’s Fate Book 2
Lacy Danes

Genre: Paranormal romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Date of Publication: September 24th 2013

ISBN: 9781619217461

ASIN: B00CZ8MCHO

Number of pages: 118

Word Count: 32K

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

 

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Between hate and lust lies heaven, hell… and smoldering love.

Like his brothers, Madoc is a dragon born by blood magic. Unlike them, he has only once bitten a human in a near-hopeless quest to find his eternal mate. Watching that woman die nearly destroyed him.

Now he works to invent a watch that will rewind time. When he attends the Spectacle of Time in Paris, though, he finds a woman who shakes the foundation of his world and crumbles his ferocious control.

Ever since the black-haired man with the red crescent on his cheek ruined her family, Fina has hated him. When she runs into him in Paris, she is determined to show him just how much. Instead, overwhelmed by the desire to both kill him and bed him, her body betrays her and she melts in his arms.

Sparks fly, and—when his teeth sink into her skin—she ignites. But she can’t run far and fast enough to avoid the burning truth. She is now part of Madoc’s dangerous world?body, soul, and fire.

Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, time-shifting, distance-hopping, a super-hot dragon, and a woman who can take the heat.

 

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“Fina!”

Fina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her stomach. What now? She stepped into the narrow hall and squinted in the dim light. Her stepmother, Catherine, rounded the corner from her pa’s bedroom door. Her thick brown braid hung over her shoulder. As she whirled, her hair, like a snake, thudded against the thick wool on her back.

“I need assistance. Your father is not feeling well. You need to open the shop and stay until I can get him there.”

Of course he felt unwell. Catherine had kept him up until the wee hours, complaining about how little coin they possessed and how he needed to work harder on his next clever clock design. “Certainly, Stepmother.” She would open the shop for Pa, not for Catherine.

Fina pivoted on her heel and away from the woman who had taken possession of their home and made a mess out of everything good that her father had ever done. She wished Pa had never married again. Her jaw tightened.

Catherine did seem to provide him happiness. The way Pa gazed at her when she turned away said everything. He was besotted with her, but Fina simply couldn’t ignore the stress Catherine caused him and herself. Things had been so simple before Catherine had come into their lives. Fina just wanted that life back.

Darting into her room, she grabbed her journal. She would work on a new flower drawing to paint on the face of her pa’s next masterpiece.

Fina rushed out into the alley that separated their home from the next and headed toward the front of Wren Square. She trudged up the narrow path. A cat hissed and came at her from behind a wooden box.

She shied away, and the hem of her skirt caught on the tip of her boot. She tripped, stumbling toward one of the puddles. “Eek!”

Her sketch tablet toppled to the dirt, and she righted herself just before she splashed into one large divot that looked like water but overflowed with the vile who-knew-what that brewed in the bottom of the row.

She had landed in a puddle three days ago, and the dress still stank after four scrubbings. She wished she had more grace but had learned long ago she was prone to tumbling or knocking things over or, simply put…she struggled with her hands and feet. She picked up the cloth-bound book. Thank goodness her drawings had not landed in the bottom of the row. It would be months before Pa could afford to purchase her another one.

She hurried up the rest of the lane and rounded the corner to the front of the shop. She slammed straight into solid, dark heat. “Oh!”

Fingers wrapped about both her elbows and steadied her. She croaked into the froth of soft cotton brocade that smothered her face. The firm grasp released her. She stepped back into the man’s shadow, blinked and stared up and up into a sun-silhouetted face. Gracious, how tall can a man grow?

“Pardon me.” The deep voice raised gooseflesh on her arms. “I am waiting for Peter Byron, clockmaker, to open his shop.”

Fina stepped to his side so she could see him better. “I am here to open the shop.” She smiled and stared up into warm amber eyes. Her stomach fluttered, and she shied away, shifting her hips to ease the unfamiliar sensation. Maybe she should have had more for morning repast, but she was not still hungry. She stepped to the shop door and glanced back once more.

He wore deep brown pantaloons and a long orangish-red-and-gold vest that hung halfway down his thigh. The white shirt beneath had lace at the wrist and ruffles that looked as if he’d a fake beard about his throat. An odd fashion. He dressed like no one she had ever seen. The clothes were tailored and pressed, though. He came from wealth, and he was here to see her pa. She bit her lip. Hopefully he would purchase a clock.

“You are a bit young to be a master clockmaker,” he said.

She jerked her attention to his angular face. What an odd thing to say. An easy smile turned his masculine lips. The sun hit his eyes, making them glint with deep secrets. A red fleck sparkled on his cheek. She stared at the scarlet crescent. How odd; it winked back at her. Everything about this man was odd.

Her stomach fluttered again. What was that? She closed her eyes. Fina needed to stop ogling this man and concentrate. He was a wealthy man here to see her pa. If they sold a clock today, they could rest without Catherine complaining for the next month. She wished Pa would arrive with haste.

She circled back to the duty of opening the door. “I am fifteen, sir. My pa is the master clockmaker. He was up late working on a new clock, so I am opening the shop while he does his morning preparations.”

She jiggled the iron latch and twisted the key. Nothing happened. The door always stuck for her. Why would today be any different? She pushed and jiggled again. “Please open,” she mumbled beneath her breath.

“That is unfortunate.” His callused hand rasped the skin of her hand that held the key. Heat engulfed the flesh, and her heart jumped. She sucked in a breath. How could he be so bold as to touch her? He twisted their joined hands on the key. The lock clicked open, and the heat vanished. She narrowed her eyes, agitated. He wished to help you open the door. Indeed, that is true, but… “Thank you, sir, but you should have asked before touching me.”

He bowed his head in acknowledgment, and his long black hair slipped over his shoulder and tumbled in a smooth swath down to his waist. “I am here because I need a part for a clock that I am making.”

She stared at his loose hair. Beautiful. Could a man have hair she thought was pretty? She had never seen a man with hair so long, so shiny, so perfect. All the men of her acquaintance cut their hair at least to chin length. His shone with glints of red in the strands, as if the morning sun danced off the textured surface. How could hair do that?

It is hair, Fina. She was daft today.

She shook her head and pushed the shop door open. She stepped in, and the tick-tick-tick sound that had lulled her to sleep all her life enveloped her. She relaxed into the cocoon of protection she had always known here. Nothing could ever go wrong in this shop.

The man followed her. “I usually have my clockmaker in Paris make my workings, but I am hoping to obtain this part with haste.”

He was here for a piece of a clock. Disappointment settled in her gut. He may still purchase more. If not today, then tomorrow, her pa always said. “Why would you send all the way to Paris when you have Peter Byron here?” She relaxed her shoulders as she rounded the counter and tucked the keys on the hook that hung below the ledge.

The man said nothing and walked from one of her pa’s tall clocks to a rough-hewn shelf of smaller, intricate table clocks. He leaned in and listened, then nodded. “From the sound of the clocks you have here, I just may have to do that. There is something whimsical about the flower on each face. The feel of the drawing is also echoed in the sound of the clock. Who does the engraving?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “I do the drawings, and Pa has them engraved on brass.” He liked her flowers. Though what did he mean by them being echoed in the sound?

“You are talented.” He smiled, and the light in his eyes twinkled.

“Thank you, sir.” She reached up and fidgeted with a piece of her long brown hair that had slipped out of its tie. “Do you have a drawing of the part? I might be able to find the piece for you.”

“I do have a drawing, though you will not have the piece handy. It will need to be made.”

“I doubt that, sir. My pa has extras of all the workings needed to create the fanciest clock you could desire.”

A smirk curled his lips. “I am sure he has many parts… But this is not ordinary. Let me show you.”

 

 

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Lacy Danes made a New Year’s resolution to write a hot, historical romance. A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland OR, where besides writing she enjoys horseback riding, gardening and savoring a great martini while watching the world go by.

 

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BookBlitz+Giveaway: Forbidden Surrender by Priscilla West


 

FSURRContemporary Romance/Erotica

Date Published: 8/12/2013

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“What gives you a thrill Kristen?”

The minute I saw Vincent Sorenson, I knew he was trouble. Billionaire. Bad boy. And dangerously sexy.

He was everything I craved, and nothing I needed.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t just avoid him. The higher ups at my company decided they needed his business, and I was on the team to bring him in. Vincent Sorenson didn’t seem as interested in business as he was in me, but I knew that was a door better left unopened. If I got involved with him, it would only unearth the pain I spent years trying to bury.

I thought I had it under control, but I seriously underestimated Vincent’s seductive charm and silver-tongue. I would soon find out how delicious it would feel to let myself fall into this forbidden surrender.

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“Here we are, you can go inside. Vincent’s ready for you.” The receptionist stopped in front of a frosted glass door. The same glass formed a wall that stretched to either side of the entry.

I nodded thanks to her before pushing open the door and walking inside. Silence greeted me. Whatever the glass was made of, it completely blocked the noise from outside. In the corner was a black leather couch with a small coffee table in front of it. A large desk was set squarely in the center of the room, a metal and glass tribute to modernity. It was a stark contrast to his desk in Cape Town.

Vincent stood by the window, one arm behind his back, looking out. He was wearing a navy suit matched with a grey tie and white shirt. His long locks were slicked neatly back. Unwillingly preoccupied with wild fantasies, I nearly tripped on the rug in front of his desk as I walked closer. My pulse danced in my veins and a flush coursed through my cheeks. If I had fallen on him twice, I would’ve died from embarrassment.

Blue skies and skyscrapers along Central Park silhouetted his figure. He looked equally comfortable in a suit as he had in shorts and flip-flops.

He turned around, his dark eyes shimmering. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I looked at his chin, chiseled with perfect angles, as if carved from a slab of marble. My eyes moved up to his mouth, his lips full and soft.

I cleared my throat. “Yes, it is. I’ve never quite gotten used to the view. Good to see you again, Mr. Sorenson.”

“Please Kristen, have a seat.” I stumbled to the guest chair in front of his desk while Vincent remained by the window.

I took it as my cue to continue. I set my bag down and reached inside for the glossy documents Richard and I prepared for a follow-up meeting.

Vincent studied me for a moment, his head tilted slightly to one side, as if examining a piece of art. Or his prey. Not knowing what else to do, I unleashed my rehearsed speech. “Thank you for meeting with me again. Waterbridge-Howser will be an excellent choice for your wealth management needs. We offer personal attention as well as products that larger—”

He held his hand up to stop me. “I’ve decided to go with Waterbridge-Howser.” He glided from the window to me, occupying the small space between my seat and his enormous desk. He leaned back and sat on the edge, his crotch inches away from my heated face.

For a moment I forgot where I was or what I was even trying to accomplish. Wait, did he just say he wanted to work with Waterbridge-Howser? I realized my mouth had been hanging open, and I closed it with a snap. Adrenaline surged through my body. I had just closed a big account—this was massive.

“Sir?” I said, ignoring his position so as not to draw attention.

“Please, Kristen, it’s Vincent. I let it slide when you called me Mr. Sorenson earlier, but if you’re going to call me ‘sir’ then I’m going to address you as ‘madam’. Now let’s get back to business.”

Vincent Sorenson, eager to get back to business. The irony wasn’t lost on me, even in my dazed state.

“I can sign the paperwork today, but there’s one condition.” He paused. “You must be my point of contact. I’ll need a number to reach you at any point in the day.”

His dark pupils drew my gaze and I found myself unable to look away. I knew there’d be a catch. “Richard’s usually the one who works directly with clients and I’m not sure I have the authority to—”

His expression implacable, he waved his hand to swat away my excuses. “Get the authority. Your partner is insulting and unacceptable. You’re smart, ambitious, and not afraid to take risks. It’s either you or I walk away.”

I blushed at his compliments, although I wasn’t sure why he thought I wasn’t afraid of taking risks, but I had bigger issues to deal with. Even though this would be an enormous boost to my career, Richard would be offended if I agreed to Vincent’s condition. Not to mention the obvious: I’d be spending much more time alone with Vincent. I doubted his true motives, but there was no way I could turn down this opportunity. I’d just have to figure out how to handle the complications.

I released a deep breath. “You’re certainly very demanding, Vincent.”

“You have no idea how demanding I can be.” His eyes traveled up the exposed skin of my legs as if possessing me with his gaze. I crossed my legs to quell the uncomfortable sensation growing between them.

And there it is again, he can turn it on and off at will. Despite the edgy feeling of being this close to Vincent, I had to admire his ability to make anything sound sexual. If he was willing to sign with Waterbridge-Howser based on the misguided belief he’d get into my pants, I wasn’t about to stop him. I’d just have to keep him at arm’s length.

“Fine, I’ll be your point of contact,” I said, pulling out a business card from my satchel and handing it to him. “My information is on the card, you can reach me at the office during the day. My Blackberry number is available for emergencies as well.” I hoped the emphasis was taken.

“Good,” he said, pausing as though there was something else he wanted to add before gesturing towards my bag. “Do you have the paperwork?”

I handed him the contract.

“Thank you for deciding to go with us. I’m looking forward to working with you,” I said, holding my hand out. He took it and squeezed firmly, the heat of his palm sending tingles up my arm. I didn’t know if I was more excited about landing a huge client or Vincent’s touch.

Without moving from his position in front of me, he signed and dropped the papers on his desk, rather than returning them to me. “Now that we have the business out of the way, we can get to the pleasure.” The last word rolled off his tongue like a satin ribbon, sensuous and inviting.

“I’m sorry?” Heat coursed through my face.

“We didn’t finish our conversation at the bar.”

“I thought we were quite clear,” I said, mouth drying by the second. He wasn’t going to make this easy.

He shrugged. “You made it clear you didn’t like mixing business with pleasure, so I didn’t. The business is done, now it’s time for pleasure.”

 

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Priscilla West is the author of the popular erotic romance series The Sandstone Affair and is currently writing the Surrender series. She likes to write stories with sassy heroines and strong but flawed heroes.

 

She enjoys: cuddles, men in suits, eskimo kisses, life-sized teddy bears, and eggs over medium.

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BookBlitz: What’s a Girl To Do (Indicent Proposals # 1) by Aimee Duffy

 

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Indecent Proposals Series Book One

By: Aimee Duffy

Harper Impulse

Release Date: August 29th, 2013

 

 

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The first novella in a thrilling, pulse-racing, new erotic romance series: Indecent Proposals. Three best friends, Shey, Eloisa and Georgia take on the most powerful and eligible men of the New York dating scene.

 

Perfect for fans of bestselling erotic romance authors Sylvia Day and E.L. James!

 

‘I’m not coming over.’ Shey replied confidently.

‘Then maybe you could return the favor now.’

Wait, he didn’t mean…

‘Slide your hand beneath your panties and tell me how ready you are for me.’

Oh my god, he did.

 

Single Manhattanite Shey Lopez doesn’t do one night stands, or have relationships she can’t control. Especially if giving in to playboy Calvin Jones means losing her heart in the process.

 

However, Mr. Won’t-Take-No-For-An-Answer always gets what he wants and there’s only so many times a girl can resist such an enticing proposal…

 

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About me (snooze—can you tell I hate the me stuff? Lol)

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a good book in my hands. In primary school I loved Roald Dahl. In high school my English teacher introduced me to Charles Dickens, Stephen King, Jane Austin, Emily Bronte, and Shakespeare. It was then that I discovered my love for romance and I’ve wanted to pen my own imaginary heroes and heroines for others to enjoy ever since. Only in the last few years was I lucky enough to meet some fabulous and encouraging people to help me gain the skills to make that dream possible.

I live in sunny Scotland in a small town near the Ochils and work nine to five in a solicitors office. In my free time, you’ll find me on Facebook, stalking *cough* following friends on Twitter, and may even catch me shoe shopping.

 

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FanGirlsDream200The Fangirl’s Dream

1 Night Stand Series

Fierce Dolan

Genre: erotic romance/erotic fantasy, interracial erotica, alternate reality/parallel universe

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date of Publication: 23 August 2013

ISBN: 978-1-61333-583-3

Number of pages: 44

Word Count: 9,067

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

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Blurb:

Siler Dunham would do anything to have Farraj Reza, hero of the smash network TV drama, Endangered. Every week she tunes in to watch him calculate the rescue of fellow bus crash survivors trapped deep in the jungle by a ruthless drug lord.

A federal public defender with a penchant for saving the unsavable, she can’t resist his sad story, or his badass charm. When she seeks a matchmaking service to meet him, their one night stand isn’t what she expected. Forced to choose between unbridled lust and compassion, Siler must forgo her fantasy… or mustn’t she?

 

Excerpt

Chapter One

Lost in the wild

Captive by circumstance…

Endangered

He had no flaw. The character hated swimming, a permissible preference, otherwise he was strong, dark, mysterious, a whiz with technology, compassionate, and smoking hot. More than all of that, she ached to save him. After years of servitude hacking U.S. GPS drone systems for the Iranian military, he’d broken away by selling Intel to the American government. Finally able to enjoy his first vacation, he was in a bus crash, then later abandoned by the other survivors.

She could save him, restore his faith in humanity, on her knees or bent over a table, which for most men would inspire just fine. She saw no limit to the possibilities in smoothing the ever-present worry lines from his brow.

Ever obsessing about the show with her friends was one thing. After it aired, they’d all bed their boyfriends, even Frank, and through squinted eyes fantasize the cock in them belonged to their television lover. Siler didn’t have that outlet, hadn’t had it for ages. The girls all thought her lack of mate some prudish nod to morality, or deep-seated insecurity. They didn’t know she’d enjoyed raucous sexual freedom in her younger years. No, she didn’t have men at her door in droves now, but not for lack of trying on their part. Her dedication to becoming a federal public defender, however thankless, and saving the unsavable eradicated any hope of a personal life.

Yes, she missed the regularity of a thorough dicking, but it had always come at a high price, one she refused to pay again. Through her twenties, casual sex had been fine, fun, even. But a thirty-year-old bar hopper was just sad, and at thirty-two, after shallow dalliances with a string of Mr. Wrongs, she’d given up.

A year and a half ago.

Being drawn into Endangered proved the perfect Prozac. Her spirits lifted. The relief of not looking for Mr. Right left her free to focus on her caseload, to connect with her clients—society’s castoffs—and try to fulfill her purpose of helping others. Sexual needs became muted, manageable with the right tools—for the most part. Occasionally her body ached for release under someone else’s touch, and in her mind he always had an olive complexion, not to mention agile fingers masterfully working her clit.

Every time, she closed her eyes, she saw Farraj. His face above hers, lips parted in a moan. His lean, hard body moving over, around, in her. His rolling, rich accent asking, “Like this?”

And why wouldn’t it be him? Fantasy gave better than the womanizing pricks her social circle presented. As a well-off single woman, no pressure urged her to find a mate, materially, or even socially. Siler could hold out for the hot love she wanted, and despite how insane, how irrational, she wanted Farraj Reza. Only one avenue presented itself to get him.

About the Author:

 

Erotic mezzofiction writer, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn’t hurt. For kicks Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese Tamagotchi.

 

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Review: Wicked Beat by Olivia Cunning

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Eric Sticks is officially one of my TOP TEN BOOK BOYFRIENDS OF ALL TIMES and his book, “Wicked Beat” is one of my absolute favorites of 2013. This is the bittersweet taste of Sinners on Tour since it’s the last one in the series (though chronologically it’s the fourth).

See, loving a rockstar is not really easy and even more a rockstar like Sticks; who is not only a troubled man with a “slight” sexual complex, but also a musical genius who doesn’t take credit of his own hard work. That’s mostly why I fell madly, deeply and stupidly in love with all 5 Sinners since the beginning. All of them have a special charm and kick and Eric ranks high in just that: being a charmer.

On the other hand, Rebekah Blake is a fighter, a superb kick ass fighter who not only won a dreadful cancer battle, but also is trying hard to prove herself as a certified soundboard operator in a testosterone filled environment, working hard to prove to Sinners (and the whole crowd) what a woman can do a man’s job just the same or even better. She landed on the Sinners tour bus, after her brother Dave was left paralyzed in a previous accident which I’m pretty sure you may remember from Hot Ticket; and since he can’t go back to work until he is fully mobile again, his baby sister Rebekah just suits the job. Her next goal is to make a heavy metal band like them sound out of this world, so since day one, she’s done nothing work her ass off.

Oh, but I forgot to mention: Also since day one she started lusting for Eric Sticks.

Well, no, scratch that. She had LUSTED (even before day one) for Trey Mills, who she considered her ultimate fantasy man. What she doesn’t know though, is that Trey has his own philosophy when it comes to lust and hooking up with hot women (and men) and Rebekah can’t help but feel a little bit disappointed when she realizes her fantasies can’t (or actually will not) be fulfilled with Trey. Oh but wait! Eric Sticks is not that bad looking and of course, he can serve as a fantastic substitute until she overcomes her sexual frustrations and Trey finally decides to take the bait. (Not!)

Eric on the other hand DID lust after her since day one.

We all know Eric. He’s the musically gifted voyeur drummer who enjoys live porn.

And we ALL love Eric just being Eric.

What we possibly didn’t know is that Eric is a very sweet and caring man who suffers something that A LOT (I dare to say MILLIONS)of men suffer across the planet and the fact that Olivia Cunning decided to include this in the storyline just makes it (in my opinion), a lot more credible and real. To be quite honest, I’ve never read a book about an absolutely hot male character who struggles with this particular issue.

Which one? You may ask, well, I won’t spoil it for you! Ha! Read it and you will find out.

I think this story is not only about finding a HEA, but it has to do a lot more with legit concerns in people’s life, struggle with finding the perfect sexual connection and dealing with old fashioned family traditions.

We see a lot more of Eric as a man with a remarkable talent, a desire to become somebody in life after he had basically nothing but his willingness to learn music. We meet Rebekah, who besides being Eric’s perfect match, also shows everybody (including her mother) that her choice of career and lifestyle is what she is sticking with and she intends to shine as bright as the highest star in the skies to prove herself.

Eric and Rebekah’s journey seemed to be a little bit predictable from the start, but suddenly presented the most perfect twist for a marvelously well written hardcore love story like this. I have to give Mrs. Cunning a lot of kudos for making this an intense ride full of laughter, steamy make out sessions, raunchy sex and friendship bonds that only demonstrates her complete mastership of hot erotica writing.

BookBlitz: Knowing His Secret by K.C. Falls

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Title: Knowing His Secret

Author: K.C. Falls

Publisher: K.C. Falls on Amazon

Length: 33,000 words / 90 pages

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

 

BLURB:

He looked like the kind of man even my mother would call smokin’ hot. Eventually, she did.

He felt like the kind of man who didn’t just break the rules, but made new ones. He led and it was follow or get out of the way.

Why did a billionaire with a voice like liquid silk and a face like a bad angel take a second look at a girl in no-name jeans, with a fifteen-dollar haircut and a beat up car she calls her “Eep” because the ‘J’ fell off long ago?

I didn’t want to know why and when I thought I knew I didn’t want to admit it. By the time I found his secret, it was already too late. His passion had me hooked like a drug. It didn’t hurt that he pulled the people I love the most out of harm’s way. A girl can get used to a knight in shining armor even when the armor has some very large dents in it.

This is part one of a series. Part 2 of the Year of the Billionaire is “Taking His Risk” and is available now on Kindle. Part 3 of Year of the Billionaire is “Keeping His Promise” and is also available exclusively on Amazon. These are adult romance intended only for readers over 18 due to explicit sexual content.

EXCERPT:

“Welcome to Brian’s loft o’ porn,” Tristan greeted me. He was leaning back against a pile of pillows and patted the carpet beside him, inviting me to sit down. “In this room, there is a library of smut so vast that it would take more than a lifetime to view it all.”

“Oh? Really?” What could I say to that?

“He’s a collector. Little men often have issues, you know.”

“What about big men? Do big men have issues?”

“None worth discussing tonight.”

Tristan pulled my face toward his and claimed my mouth with a crushing kiss. There was an element of something dark in the way he took me into his arms. He held me hard against him and breathed into my hair. “It’s time now, Raina. I want to fuck you now . . . here.”

“Tristan, I think there are things we need to talk about first.”

He pulled me on top of him and roughly positioned me so that I couldn’t help but feel his erection against my groin. My traitorous body reacted immediately.

“Raina, there’s only one kind of communication I’m interested in tonight. If that’s not why you came up here, maybe we should go downstairs for some milk and cookies with the rest of the children.” There was an edge to his words. It was the same edge I had heard from the stage when I corrected him. It was the hiss that I had heard when he held my face in his at practice that first night when I went back to his house.

If I backed away I’d probably never know what it was like to have Tristan King’s cock inside me. He made it clear that it was going to be his way or not at all. I wasn’t going to get any answers ‘before’. The only kind of knowledge I had to look forward to at that moment was the carnal kind.

His eyes had narrowed slightly and his nostrils flared. He wasn’t going to try to convince me. He had made it a challenge. It was my choice, but the stakes were high. I leaned down toward his face as if I was going to kiss him. Instead I put my mouth very close to his ear and ground my pelvis into his.

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“No cookies . . . just milk,” I whispered.

 

BIO:

 

K.C. Falls is a native of New York who traded the Big Apple for Big Sky country. Her Montana ranch is home to a menagerie of animals including one human male she shamelessly uses for inspiration. Her tales are sharp-edged stories with strong sexy heroes and the women they can’t resist.

 

K.C. finds time to feed the chickens, study Native Americana (she’s part Cheyenne–that’s what the ‘C’ stands for) and cook incredible food because there isn’t a restaurant around for many miles. She writes in between bites.

 

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