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The Ingredients for a Great Summer Read

 
The days are long and they roll beneath a deep blue sky. Yes, I'm quoting Don Henley but there isn't any end of the innocence here. We're hot and bothered. Sweaty and sexy. Shimmering in the sunlight. These are the days of summer, and Laurel Cremant  and I invite you to check out our boys of the summer, ahem, in books. We invite you to take a leisurely through our Hot 'N' Sprung blog hop. Before you leap to the next balmy destination, let's discuss the requirements for a hot summer read. I offer my collection of erotic romance stories, SOUTHWEST HEAT, as a perfect companion to your beach bag and e-reader filled with fun, sexy reads.
 It has all the requirements:1. It has erotic and sizzling scenes between heroes and heroines.2. It takes place in exotic locations.3. The hero and heroine are both complex people.4. The story is fast, furious, and fulfilling.You can get a copy of SOUTHWEST HEAT in paperback or ebook today. Blurb: The Southwest United States is a region filled with enchantment, mystery, and a heat unlike any other. Bestselling romance author, RaeLynn Blue, takes you on three distinct journeys into the land of enchantment and through a region renowned for flavorful green chile, kick butt barbecue, and cultural distinctiveness. 
This collection offers three tales of romance, southwest style. From a cop chasing down a hunky speedster on the back roads outside Albuquerque, to the strange trader selling Native American wares at a state park, SOUTHWEST HEAT conjures a rousing seduction that will leave you spellbound, breathless, and more than just a little heated.
Fill your summer reading list with RaeLynn Blue titles from Amazon.com, BN.com, ARe, and Mocha Memoirs Press today.  
 




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Thank you for stopping by and checking me out.

My name is RaeLynn Blue and I write erotic romances in urban fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction subgenres. Sometimes I write contemporary erotic romances.

My latest story is called EARTHEN: A DRAGON'S KEEP STORY. It's the third story in my Dragon's Keep series of dragon shifters.

It's available from Amazon.
http://www.amazon.com/Earthen-Dragons-Story-RaeLynn-Blue-ebook/dp/B00INJU1Q8

ARe
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-earthen-1441179-143.html


Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/earthen-raelynn-blue/1118938267?ean=9781312008984

Feel free to follow me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/raelynn.blue.5 and at Twitter @raelynnblue

Here are the answers to four questions below about your writing process:
1) I'm currently working on a bear shifter story with author, Laurel Cremant.
2) My work differs from others because I focus on real people. Reality. I try to ground my characters in realistic scenarios, even though the story is fantastic in the sense of urban fantasy.
3) I write for entertainment and the pure enjoyment of story telling. I love enjoying watching my characters discover love--in all its many complexities.
4) My writing process isn't even a process.

EARTHEN: A DRAGON'S KEEP STORY (Book Tour) You can WIN!

In celebration of the recent release of my third dragon shifter story, EARTHEN, I am on a whirlwind book tour! I'm also giving away prizes, three Amazon $5.00 gift cards at the end of the tour, so feel free to stop by the following stops as we zip through the tour.

Here is the tour schedule:
Schedule Earthen: A Dragon’s Keep Story by Raelynn Blue
April 14-21
... April 14 Spotlight
Night Owl Reviews
http://www.nightowlreviews.com/v5/Blog/Articles/Earthen-A-Dragon-S-Keep-Story-by-RaeLynn-Blue
 
April 14 Spotlight
Booklover Sue
http://bookloversue.blogspot.com/
 
April 15 Spotlight
Cassandra M's Place
http://www.cassandramsplace.com
 
April 15 Spotlight
3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too! http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com
 
April 16 Interview
Pembroke Sinclair.
pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com
 
April 16 Spotlight
Share My Destiny
http://sharemydestiny.blogspot.com
 
April 17 Interview
Darkest Cravings - Adult Blog
http://darkestcravings.blogspot.com
 
April 17 Spotlight
Naughty Edition Reviews
http://naughtyeditionreviews.com
 
April 17 Spotlight
Eclipse Reviews
http://totaleclipsereviews.blogspot.com
 
April 18 Guest blog
Mythical Books
http://mythicalbooks.blogspot.ro/
Topic - Between Romance and Action in Urban Fantasy genre
 
April 21 Guest blog and review
Book Bling
http://www.elizabethalsobrooks.com

Guest Blog by Alexandra Christian

Hellsong by Alexandra Christian
Release Date: March 19, 2014
Just a little promotional blurb that you can use to fill up some space on your blog this week. Use as much
or as little as you like. Feel free to discard if you don’t have room or the time. I will not be offended. As always, all material is copyrighted by Alexandra Christian- 2014.

Blurb: Theo is a child of the storm, found wandering after the hurricane that devastated New Orleans, with no memory of her past. She’s made a quiet, contented existence for herself. But all that changes when two very different but equally compelling men come
into her life.

Dantalion and Saraqael both want her body, and her soul. But there’s a much greater prize at stake. If she chooses right, she’ll find Heaven in the arms of an angel. If she chooses wrong, all Hell will be let loose on Earth.

A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt:
The heavy clunk of her boots on the sidewalk marked off each step toward her car. The sound seemed to reverberate on the brick walls all around. The streetlamp beside her car flickered and she had to shield her eyes to see as she approached. She finally reached the car and began attempting to unlock the door. She felt around with her fingertips, seeking out the tiny keyhole. By now the rain was coming down in sheets and that, coupled with the flickering streetlight, wasn’t helping her progress much.

“Damn it,” she cursed, shoving the key at the door and missing the hole completely. She gasped and dropped her keys as lightning struck mere feet away from her, taking out the already ailing streetlamp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she shrieked, nearly in tears. She fell to her knees, feeling around on the soaking wet street to find the key ring.

A car whizzed past behind her back, close enough to make her jacket rustle with the tailwind. When lightning flashed again, she saw a glimmer of metal under the car. If she got down on her belly she could just reach it. She groaned with the strain of her muscles as she stretched her hand toward the keys.

She started to panic a little, hearing a heavy footfall behind her. The heels dragged along the gravel and stopped right behind her foot. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to muster up the courage to sit up and face what knew must be a psycho killer.

“Do you need some help?” The voice was soft, tinged with an accent Theo couldn’t place.
She sat up, staring up at this new person. She couldn’t see his face save for the lines and shadows illuminated by the erratic lightning flashes.
 
“I dropped my keys,” she whimpered, knowing that she probably shouldn’t tell this stranger anything about herself. “They slid under the car.”

“Slide back, then,” he replied. She obeyed and watched as he squatted down gracefully and easily plucked the keys from their resting place under the car. “Are these what you’re looking for?” The keys dangled from his sinewy fingertips in front of her face. In that moment, the streetlamp flickered to life again and poured a fluorescent glow over them both. She was struck by the electricity of his eyes. They were like blue flames staring down at her. His hair and skin were so pale she could hardly believe he was
real. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but for a moment she was sure that his skin was glowing silver.

He offered his other hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

“Thank you,” she stammered, her teeth chattering in the frigid air. While sitting on the ground, she had become soaking wet, the dampness chilling her to the bone. She reached out to take the keys and her fingers brushed his. His hands were so warm. She had a sudden feeling that she’d like to press her body against his, absorb his warmth. He seemed to read her mind and looked down, smirking. “I’m not sure how I would have gotten them if you hadn’t come along.”

“Well, you should be careful. Not everyone lurking about is as nice as I am.” He smiled again, making Theo’s heart race. “Now be a good girl and get into your car. I want to see that you’re safe before I go.”

Buy Links:
Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/hellsong.html#
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hellsong-Alexandra-Christian-ebook/dp/B00J2XAC2C/ref=sr_1_3?
s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395160055&sr=1-3&keywords=Hellsong

About Alexandra:
My name is Alexandra Christian, or Lexxx if you like (yes, those three Xs are on
purpose). I'm an author of mostly paranormal erotic romance and horror. In case you
don't know what that means, I write about not-so-nice girls getting it on with out-of-
this-world heroes. Vampires, werewolves, selkies, angels and demons—and that's just
recently! My first novel was published two years ago and ever since, I've been working
my sweet Southern ass off to churn out as much sin and debauchery as I can.
A while ago, I christened myself The Southern Belle from Hell and I think it's a title that
suits me well. I live in a small town in South Carolina—the same town I've lived in my
entire life. The rich Southern culture, fried foods and a healthy dose of superstition have
colored my personality and my writing style. I have an extremely tolerant husband who
is the epitome of the Southern male with his buttery-thick accent, laid-back swagger
and simple sweetness that makes women of all ages swoon. Of course, how we ended
up together is a miraculous wonder. I'm a closeted Goth and when we go out, he
looks like my chaperone, but it works! We’re kind of a Herman and Lily Munster in our
neighborhood and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve published several novels, novellas and short stories so far and look forward to
sharing my twisted view of reality with the masses through erotic paranormal romance
and horror. I aspire to one day be a bestselling author and part-time pinup girl.

Questions, comments and complaints are most welcome.

Excerpt from THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT

Torrid has announced that my story, THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT will be added to its Classic line. With that announcement, it's received a new cover. I'm very excited about this, as Torrid published my first erotic romance, THELMA'S EATERY in 2006!

Check out the new cover and let me know what you think. 

Here's a quick blurb for the book and a short excerpt.

Blurb: Morgan Thomas is MAC Music’s latest “it” girl. With the onset of her successful debut, Morgan was showered with money, parties, and fame. Although she can buy whatever and most often, whomever she wants, she finds herself isolated and alone, unable to trust anyone in the dog-eat-dog world of music. At this level of success, Morgan is a product to be packaged, marketed, and sold.
But to her personal assistant, Tyrone Miller, Morgan is more. A childhood friend, Tyrone’s sole goal is to keep Morgan safe, happy and successful. Yet, when she mysteriously disappears while in New York recording her follow up album, Tyrone discovers that his love for Morgan goes far beyond platonic…to passionate.

Excerpt:(c) 2006 Raelynn Blue
“Please, stand back!” Tyrone shoved yet another video camera out of the way.
The black stretch limousine glistened under the midnight sky. How can reporters be awake all the time? Tyrone wondered as he felt someone scratch his right hand in an attempt to grab Morgan.
“Excuse me! Please step back from the limousine!” he demanded, roughly pushing people away as if he’d become a human battering ram.
As if unable to hear him or his demands, a young blonde woman to his left obviously didn’t understand English. She reached out and grabbed Morgan Thomas’ jacket sleeve, her face set with determination.
“Let go!” Tyrone firmly grabbed the reporter’s hand and tried to separate her from Morgan. All the while, hordes of others tried to snag a piece of the music star.
“No! Not until I get an interview,” the reporter roared, her face setting into an intense frown mixed with determination.
“Ms. Thomas is not giving interviews. Now let go!”
Without waiting for a reply, Tyrone raised his arm and hacked the reporter on the wrist. Her grasp stayed firm. But she glared with fuming blue eyes at him before turning to Morgan.
“That interview, Ms. Thomas, or you will not make your engagement tonight!”
Morgan gently struggled against the reporter’s vice-like grip. With her bodyguard approaching, Morgan patiently waited as a whirl of cameras, reporters and screaming fans circled around like a raging tornado. She pressed her full, bee-stung lips together and rolled her eyes, though Tyrone could see that a twinge of fear sparkled.
“Tony, hurry up and get over here!” Tyrone screamed for the six foot four bodyguard. Resembling a solid brick wall, Tony bench-pressed about three hundred pounds, biked daily and served as Morgan’s personal trainer.
When Tony arrived, all pretense of being polite ended on the spot.
“Yeah, Ty, what is it?” His gruff voice, heavy beard and large torso were sometimes enough to intimidate overzealous fans and hungry reporters.
But not this reporter.
“Please escort,” Tyrone leaned over to read the reporter’s press badge, “Ms. Sumners away from the limo.”
“Don’t you come near me!” Ms. Sumners shrieked at Tony, backpedaling while still attached to Morgan’s sleeve.
“Come with me, Miss,” Tony said as he lifted Ms. Sumners by her elbow, squeezing it painfully hard in his wide hand.
Unable to do more than squeak in pain, Ms. Sumners walked on her tiptoes as Tony half carried, half dragged her away from the buzzing scene.
“Let’s go, Mo!” Tyrone opened the limousine door and helped Morgan inside. His eyes followed her full hips as she bent to enter the vehicle.
Once inside the quiet of the limo with the doors shut safely behind her, Morgan moved her sunglasses up to her hair and smiled. She lay back in her seat and closed her eyes; her smile did not falter.
The limo always calmed her in ways no one else would ever really understand or even want to know about. Large public events always irritated her and made her more than a little uneasy.
She sighed and unbuttoned the top button on her sheer blue blouse. Something about the black interior, the leather seats and the minibar indicated comfort and relaxation, a sexiness few other cars could obtain. And despite the pounding of fists and screams of the paparazzi outside, Morgan felt better.
“Wasn’t scared, were you?” Tyrone asked as he lifted her right foot, removed her sandal and began to massage it.
“No, I trust Tony,” she said without opening her eyes, and then added, “…and I trust you.”
“You sure about that?”
Tyrone’s smile, which Morgan could see in her mind’s eye and hear in his voice, revealed a dimple and his strong white teeth gave his dark skin a shimmer. “For just a minute there, you looked really spooked.”
Morgan made absolutely certain she could trust her staff to protect and take care of her. 
She had surrounded herself with people she knew; people she’d grown up and hung around with since her youth. Those who were not easily startled or seduced by her fame. 
She had known Tyrone since she was sixteen, a high school sophomore.
She slowly opened one eye, spying at him through her lashes.
Ty, as she commonly called him, drew invisible circles on her foot, his eyes stared off into the distance—at the rearview of the limo as it sped across town—just behind her. She imagined cars packed with photographers tailing them, and temporarily, a flash of the twisted wreck of Princess Diana’s limo after being chased by the paparazzi flashed in front of Morgan’s eyes.
She took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of herself. She needed to take her mind off that. Her eyes landed on Tyrone, and as so often happened when she looked at him, her libido kicked into overdrive pumping bursts of lust into her system, flooding her with desire.
He sat, her foot in his hand, his eyes staring out the window, his suit and tie coordinating as perfectly as any male fashion model. Even his socks were color synced. His shoes cost more than some of Morgan’s and his teeth, hair, and mustache had been groomed to perfection. Tyrone probably had as many face creams as she did.
At that moment, etched into his face was an expression of such dreaminess, that for a moment, Morgan saw the teenage boy she’d first fallen in love with.
It made her smile and a warm rush fluttered through her body.
“What are you thinking about?” Morgan asked. She moved to the seat beside him and kissed his ear slowly with one long, wet smooch. Gently, as if the chaos had calmed outside, she ever so softly ran her tongue down the side of his throat and behind his neck—tasting him.
“Mo…” he began and immediately used his hands to shift her back away from him. He scooted to an upright position and Morgan returned to her seat across from him.
She sighed as she crossed her legs at the ankles, and cast her gaze out the window as the sweeping city landscape flew by in a whirl of concrete and colors. She’d always been attracted to Ty, ever since they were in high school. But then, very much like now, he’d rejected her advances and so they had settled for being friends.
“What’s eatin’ you?” Tyrone asked, his voice smooth like silk and deep, like the rumbling of a faraway storm—as if the incident didn’t just happen.
“Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so famous.” Morgan pulled out a glass from the minibar and poured herself some white wine. She sipped a little and then closed her eyes as if savoring the sweet nectar of the gods. “I mean, look how that reporter grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. Stalkers, death threats…”
“I know, Mo, but that comes with being a star.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said without opening her eyes. “But tonight, that woman scared me!”
“People grab you all the time,” Tyrone noted as he folded his hands in front of him.
“Yeah, but those people are fans. They love my music. True, some of them can be a little nutty, but, generally, they mean me no harm.”
She opened her eyes again and Tyrone marveled again at how blue they were, like the sky on a nice, clear day. He watched as she slipped her foot back into the sandal. With nimble fingers, she tied up the strings around her ankle having set the drink into a holder along the door.
“But that lady was all about business and she didn’t give a damn about me, only her interview.”
Before Tyrone could respond, Tony said through the parted window, “Ms. Thomas, we’re at the Madison House. I got your luggage.”
As if anyone else would. The hotel staff sometimes stole some of her things when they carried her luggage to her room and those items had found their way to an online auction website.
Tony parked in the underground garage and sure enough, there were a crowd of people who hadn’t been fooled by the flyer and public press release stating that Morgan would be staying at an alternate location. Her truly devoted fans knew where to find her.
“Okay.” Morgan checked her make-up in the vanity mirror, readjusted her bra and exited the limo, giving Tyrone another shot of her ample ass.
“What room?” Tony asked quietly, just before Tyrone got out of the vehicle.
“Three-ten. The same room she always has,” Tyrone growled over the roaring screams of the crowd before getting out of the vehicle.
“Okay!” Tony shouted back before getting out himself.
Flashes from all types of cameras—digital, phones, and regular cameras—sparkled in the dim parking garage like stars that twinkled in the sky just before dusk.
Tony set about transferring luggage from the trunk to the pavement. Already a hotel bellboy and security guards were there to help him and to keep the people at a safe distance away from Morgan and her belongings.
This proved to be a daunting task.
Morgan glanced back and licked her lips as she watched Tony’s muscles ripple under his tight white tee shirt. Tony huffed as he pulled a boxy, square trunk from the limo.She didn’t stand around long. Tyrone was already calling for her to follow him.
She’d slipped her sunglasses on, and she grinned brightly at the people, despite the groan rising in her throat. They were fans, most of them anyway, and she knew that without them, she wouldn’t be in the position she now held. Fatigued from the magazine photo shoot and four interviews, two on television shows and the others with local radio stations, Morgan didn’t want to sign autographs. Regardless, she left Tony and walked over to the circle of excited fans to begin signing.
Later, Tyrone handled the front desk clerk and handed Morgan her keycard to her room. She went ahead, leaving him to set up her alias and arrange payment.
Anxious to escape, Morgan took the elevator up to her room. She slumped against the rear wall, thankful no one had gotten on—and for the silence. Her room wasn’t the penthouse suite and she was glad. Rock stars were known to take the most expensive room and thus, fans would stake those areas out, if they could. On the other hand, her room was large and incognito. She never got used to the sneaking around and false names. It didn’t feel like her, but someone else—some stranger who had taken up residence in her body. Even worse, it made her sometimes forget who she really was…inside. Her grip on her true self would slip…just a little.
She reached her floor in relatively good time, and as soon as she opened the door, a moist feeling dampened her panties as she remembered the last time she had stayed in this particular room.
Dropping her purse onto the plush white carpet, Morgan hastily untied the ribbons to her sandals, kicking them off at last. She proceeded to strip off her pants, panties, bra and blouse as she strutted to the bed. As she walked, the cool air felt soothing on her naked ass sending chills up her spine and forcing her skin to prickle.
A gigantic king-size bed decorated in silver toned linens occupied much of the room. The sleigh bed, with dark mahogany wood and a sturdy frame, held up well since Morgan’s last visit.
The matching silk drapes on the three windows looked out over sections of downtown Chicago. Regardless of the hour, traffic on Michigan Avenue could be faintly heard. Fresh cut tulips had been brought in and placed in the crystal vase in the adjoining living room, which contained the door that connected Tyrone’s room to Morgan’s in the two bedroom suite.
Oh she loved this room, well it was actually a suite, but she still enjoyed it.
Climbing on the bed, Morgan wriggled in the comforting smoothness of satin sheets—which she had ordered ahead of time. Squirming, she closed her eyes and thought back to the party for three she’d had in this room. In this very bed, she’d made love to an Irish actor she met at the after-party of her last CD release some ten months prior.
Well, not in the bed.
His name had been Orlando, and he had piercing gray eyes, fire engine red hair and a well-rounded knowledge of how to please a woman.
Oh, yes, she remembered.
He stroked her cheek, and then kissed her playfully on the nose as they exited the limo. 
He was calm and in control.
She played it cool, like the music star she was, but beneath her wool pants, her thong was drenched, and she ached to feel him inside her, pounding, filling and grinding until she exploded.
By the time they reached three-ten, her hands were shaking with anticipation inside her jacket pockets. Every kiss, lick or wink drove her passion higher, yet she played the cool fish in his presence. The longer she waited, the better it would be when it finally happened.
She remembered that her friend had shared the second bedroom with her, for Allison hated sleeping alone while on tour. It had been late and Allison retired early to bed that night.
As soon as they crossed the threshold door and entered the suite, her actor immediately pulled her close and eagerly devoured her mouth, greedily stealing her kisses. He started to remove his shirt, for they had lost his jacket long before they even reached the room, when suddenly, there was another pair of delicate hands massaging his round buttocks.
“Allison,” Morgan uttered before the actor could seal her lips with his.Without waiting for a response, Morgan sank to her knees and jerkily unzipped his zipper. She had some difficulty due to his arousal—his cock was rigid and hard as a brick. Undeterred, she unzipped him quickly.
Finally freeing him from his trousers, she wet her full lips and ravenously began to lick, kiss and suck the bobbing, hard tool.
This lasted for only a few moments—until, unable to contain himself anymore, Orlando stripped off the remainder of his shirt, and temporarily pulling himself from Morgan’s greedy mouth, hurriedly removed his pants.
While Allison placed soft, wet kisses on his back, he forced Morgan onto the floor and hastily snatched off her pants. Morgan’s pants ripped as the button went flying and the actor moved her thong sideways to get at her treasure.
All the while, a naked and amused Allison, who crouched just behind the actor, casually and with slow, teasing licks to his anus, forced his breath to catch. Her braids tickled his back as they slipped over her shoulders. The tips brushed against his skin.
Morgan had removed her shirt and lay clad only in her black lace bra and thong. “A delectable dish,” Orlando muttered before slowly entering her hot, slippery warmth.
Pulling a small dildo from her purse, Allison returned to the actor and she moistened it with her already slick mouth. Without waiting or warning, she gently inserted the dildo into Orlando’s unsuspecting ass.
“What!” he squealed as it entered him. “Oh!”
With no restrictions, he thrust himself into Morgan with ease, filling her up and making her sigh with each powerful push.
“Ahhh…” he moaned as Morgan’s voice screamed for more.
Allison’s giggles, coupled with Morgan’s sighs and the actor’s grunts, made a new kind of song.
End Excerpt

Cover Reveal...THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT

One of the first releases I ever had published by Torrid is my story, THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT. 

This erotic contemporary romance contains a level of suspense too. Torrid is giving it a new cover and establishing it in their "classic" line. 

It's earned 4 out of 5 Stars from Fallen Angels Review. Read an excerpt and other review information here.

http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.co...

So, if you missed this story, grab a copy from Amazon, BN.com, or Torrid today. 

What do you think of the new cover?

Blurb:  Morgan Thomas is MAC Music’s latest “it” girl. With the onset of her successful debut, Morgan was showered with money, parties, and fame. Although she can buy whatever and most often, whomever she wants, she finds herself isolated and alone, unable to trust anyone in the dog-eat-dog world of music. At this level of success, Morgan is a product to be packaged, marketed, and sold.


But to her personal assistant, Tyrone Miller, Morgan is more. A childhood friend, Tyrone’s sole goal is to keep Morgan safe, happy and successful. Yet, when she mysteriously disappears while in New York recording her follow up album, Tyrone discovers that his love for Morgan goes far beyond platonic…to passionate.

Two Irish Tales of Sexy Men and the Women Who Snagged their Irish Luck

March has been a very busy month for me and this month saw the re-release of two collaborations about St. Patrick's Day. Although written years apart, both stories have strong urban fantasy/paranormal elements. If you missed these two sexy Irish (bw/wm) stories, please grab copies from Amazon today.
Forever Irish is only .99 for the rest of March.
TOUCH A FOUR LEAF CLOVER with Shara Azod
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Touch-Four-Leaf-Clover-Shara-ebook/dp/B00J6S88TC/
Blurb : It is never wise to piss off a goddess, especially a flame haired Irish goddess with a temper as hot as her tresses. That was something cousins Ciaran and Connor found out the hard way. For one night of folly the cousins must walk the earth, deprived of the thing that caused their downfall – women. No contact with any member of the opposite sex until they find their perfect mate. A quest that seemed easy, but has proven to be impossible.

Just when they think they will never find a woman for each of them to break the curse they so richly deserved, the Luck of the Irish smiles upon them. Both end up in the United States; one in Chicago and the other in San Diego. The two cousins get the shock of their lives when they met the women meant to be theirs. Not exactly what they had expected and far outside anything they’d ever dealt with when they were still human.

Will they be able to keep these women for their own or just have a taste of ecstasy to tease them rest of their immortal lives.
FOREVER IRISH with Drea Riley  Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Forever-Irish-Love-Drea-Riley-ebook/dp/B00IRO0V32 Blurb : Tabitha has the hots for her sexy boss, Seamus Dooley.

There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on…but her finger wasn’t the body part she wanted to meld to him.

Seamus felt the same way about his sultry waitress and bar singer, Tabitha. However, he realized that as the heir to the Fae and Djinn kingdoms, he would place her life in danger if he acted on his feelings.

After Seamus is forced to rescue Tabitha from another otherworldly creature, they both realize they must be together, in an immortal circle of love.
End Blurb

EARTHEN: A DRAGON'S KEEP STORY receives 4 out of 5 Stars

Four out of Five Stars from Peking Through Books for EARTHEN: A DRAGON’S KEEP STORY.

“This is the latest in a well written story from Ms. Raelynn Blue. Zihao, a dilong, will do anything to protect the love of his life, Sonya. If you have read the previous installments of A Dragon's Keep series, you will see a few favorites in Earthen and get more of their characters as well.”

Blurb: Sonya Gou has a major issue. Her guardian keeps her safe from threats against her life and ...his heart. How can she survive being so close to the one man she cannot have?

Zihao Liang. Guardian. Warrior. Earthen. Blood sworn to protect the Gou's treasure, Sonya, he has put his love for her beneath a sacred vow to protect her at all cost.

Zihao and Sonya must put their love to the test when a powerful enemy threatens all they hold dear.
Grab your Copy of EARTHEN today:
http://www.amazon.com/Earthern-A-Dragons-Keep-Story-ebook/dp/B00INJU1Q8

Series Saturday Presents: Native Hearts Series

Series Saturday Presents: Native Hearts

My time spent in the enchanted state of New Mexico forever changed my outlook. Of course, like most things, New Mexico influenced my writing and often appears as setting. Navajo people are generous, kind, and family oriented. Perfect qualities for my heroes, and Tank Begaye became a fantastic one in Lasso a Lover, the first story in my Native Hearts series.

Blurb: Lee Stone's regular trips to Las Vegas had always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante's annual freak party. She didn't know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover.


Tank Begaye's annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. Over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the SINs Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante's costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to lasso a lover. Grab a copy here.


I enjoyed Lee and Tank so much, that I went back to visit them, to check in--so to speak, for Valentine's Day, in Native Hearts.

Blurb: Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.


Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.

You can get a copy of this story for less than $0.99, here.

Lee Stone first makes an appearance in Cashmere Sky, which is included in the anthology, Something Deeper.

Blurb: Sky had been badly burned by a disastrous marriage. Her ex-husband's brutal words left her battered and broken in places the scars didn't show. The last thing in world she had time for was some young boy toy, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Cashmere was hooked from the moment he first saw her. What did it matter how old she was, or what color he was? All he knew was there was something very special about the woman he couldn't get out of his head.


Sometimes love comes calling and its apparent, on the surface, up front and in your face. Sometimes its Something Deeper.
You can grab copies of all three titles at Amazon.com, BN.com, and ARe.

Read more about freak party host, Dante Divine in her story, Divine Party. 
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Blurb: When your name is Dante Divine, people expect great things, and Dante wasn’t one to disappoint. The successful entrepreneur knew how to put on a show and help men and women alike explore their most decadent fantasies. So why, after hosting thousands of freak parties and coordinating hundreds of hookups and happily-ever-afters, was she single?

Kenshin Sato didn’t miss a Divine party. During the day, he enjoyed the competitive world of finance. But after five o’clock, he distanced himself from the traditional and stringent reality of his accountant’s life and disappeared into the realm of delicious fantasy where pleasure pulled him ever closer to the edge.

When Dante Divine, tells him she’s done with freak parties, he knows he has to act, for, it wasn’t the parties that kept him coming back, it was her. Party after party, he’d witnessed life extinguish her flame, but tonight he meant to relight Dante’s flame once and for all.

Happy Valentine's Day--Here are a few treats!

Happy Valentine's Day! In honor of this day to celebrate our love for each other, I would like to give you a few treats!

So, today, I am going to spotlight my stories that have a Valentine's Day setting. While this day isn't an official holiday, and many people balk at it for its over-commercialism, I think it is good to designate one day to talk about and celebrate love.

Sure, we should celebrate love every day--and some of us do. It is still nice to take a day to focus on it.

The first Valentine's Day story I ever wrote is THE CONCIERGE.
Purchase link: http://mochamemoirspress.com/the-concierge/

Blurb: After ten years of marriage, Tamika is excited about this year’s Valentine’s Day gift. Instead of the usual repetitive trinkets of roses, chocolates and lace, her husband, Ron, sweeps her away to Las Vegas.

Anxious to indulge every delectable delight the city has to offer, Tamika pounces on the opportunities for fun. Yet she doesn’t clear the hotel room before Vegas sets an offer upon her doorstep-the concierge. Attraction to the Chinese concierge is undeniable and–unattainable. For although it wouldn’t be the first time she and Ron have shared their bed with someone else, Tamika knows a male wouldn’t be welcomed-not by Ron. So, she shoves her lustful longings down deep and struggles to hide her cravings for the concierge

Unbeknownst to Tamika, Ron has noticed her attraction to the other man, and soon sets about giving her a Valentine’s Day gift so extraordinary, Tamika, nor he, will soon forget.


Another Valentine Day's story, NATIVE HEARTS, is like THE CONCIERGE in that it is unconventional, and yet, sexy and loving. Just like in the previously mentioned story, the couple have been together awhile, and are looking for a Valentine's Day that isn't the same old thing.

Purchase Link: http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts/


Blurb: Lee Stone didn’t want a heart-shaped box of boring chocolates for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want a trip to Vegas. She’d been there and done that. What she longed for was one Valentine’s Day that didn’t invite tragedy and chaos. The last three years with her boyfriend, Tank Begaye, had been host to a blizzard, a fire, and a heart attack. For once, she wanted to spend the day nestled in her lover’s arms.

Tank Begaye had weathered the long-distance relationship with Lee for years. Now, he meant to make her a permanent fixture in his life—as his wife. Avoiding the cliché Valentine Day’s proposals at restaurants and public landmarks, Tank knew exactly where to go—his family’s Hogan, deep in the heart of the Navajo Reservation. Surrounded by his ancestors’ spirits, he would ask Lee to join their family’s circle.

THE CONCIERGE takes place in Las Vegas. My other story, LASSO A LOVER: NATIVE HEARTS, also takes place in Sin City. Like Tamika and Ron, Lee and Tank are doing something unconventional--going to a Freak Party.

This book is the first in the Native Hearts series.

Purchase link: http://mochamemoirspress.com/native-hearts-lasso-a-lover/

Blurb: Lee Stone’s regular trips to Las Vegas have always been her escapes from her boring life. The biggest draw was the handsome man who wore the cowboy costume at Dante’s annual freak party. She didn’t know his name, but Lee knew she wanted more of what they’d started a year before. With her sexy cowgirl outfit, she definitely wanted to lasso that lover.

Tank Begaye’s annual visit to Las Vegas had all the ordinary hallmarks of business travel—clients to meet, document signings, a slick hotel room, and one cowgirl to see. For over a year ago, Tank enjoyed all the Sins Vegas had to offer—especially at Dante’s costumed freak party. Unlike the year before, however, this time Tank would not go home empty handed. This year, he was going to lasso a lover .


Of course I have other stories, but these two focus on Valentine's Day in particular. If you have read them, please post comments below and if you haven't read them, by all means, check them out. NATIVE HEARTS is on sale for .99! It's the second book in my Native Hearts series, so you may want to get LASSO A LOVER, if you haven't read it.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Rae