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Come September 25 from 12 p.m. EST/9 a.m. PST when 3 of my buddies join me as we serve TEA AND TEMPTATION and loads of fun and prizes!
When Sabrina York, Delilah Marvelle, Dominque Eastwick and I celebrate rakes, rogues and spitfire women on the ton, you'll want to be there for the digital book prizes, a tiara, a gorgeous mask and a wine bag...plus more more more!
Yes, we are celebrating:

the release of my new Regency, RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKEplus Delilah's NIGHT OF PLEASUREDominque's THE EARL AND HIS VIRGIN COUNTESSand Sabrina's DARK FANCY! Come for virtual tea and crumpets (in the form of Crush-it SWAG) September 25 NOON EST/9 PST on Facebook for a party with Regency authors, Delilah Marvelle, Dominique Eastwick, Sabrina York and me, Cerise DeLand!
We’ll talk about why we love to write Regency romances, why you love to read them (LOL!) and then we will shower you with prizes for showing up and playing along with us!
What prizes do we have? One lucky person wins one of these:Sabrina brings one of her tiaras! (Wow! Look at those pix! I covet one! My old one is tarnished.) Dominque has created a FAB.U.LOUS mask! (I would look great in that. At my next ball, natch.)Delilah gives us a pair of historical dice, c. 15th century. (Yep. They are doing the 69, gurl.)And me? I’m gonna give you all the goods for a wine party, alone, with someone else, in your bathtub. You name it. But no wine. (Against state regs to ship that. But you can still party!)
Each of us celebrates the release of one of our Regency novels. Dominique soon debuts THE EARL AND HIS VIRGIN COUNTESS. Delilah talks about A NIGHT OF PLEASURE. Sabrina has a few stories to tell you about DARK FANCY.
And I debut RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE.  This full length Regency stars a Cinderella and a prince of a guy, Hugh Lattimer, Duke of Kendal.Ready for the blurb? Anna Fournier never intended to fall in love. Not with any man. Especially not a duke. But Hugh Lattimer persists in courting her despite the scandal that surrounds her—and the innuendo that could ruin him.     Can she escape her past and embrace a future as Hugh's duchess? Or will the man who murdered her father ruin her future once and for all?Ready for that nibble of Cerise’s new cherry?Of course!Here is Hugh Lattimer, Duke of Kendal as he meets Anna for the first time.Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.Hugh Lattimer closed the door of the piano shop, sighing in relief at the warmth. He’d spent the last five years freezing his bits to nubbins in every damn parlor and palace from Vienna to Paris to London and he was sick of the deprivation. Nearly three decades of war on the Continent had leveled more than the forests. It had destroyed men’s daily lives and reduced them to rats huddled together in the rubble of their existences. He had seen it firsthand on the torn battlefields, in the shambles of the towns—and in the hearts of men, women and children high-born and low.He unbuttoned his greatcoat and looked around for the proprietor.In the far room, he heard murmurs of a conversation and then spied the owner of the establishment. “Ah, there you are. Guten morgen. Good morning, Herr Breyer. How are you this cold day?” “Your Grace.” The pudgy shopkeeper beamed at him and inclined his head in greeting. “I am well. And you, sir?”“Quite well.” In the far room, someone at the keys filled the air with a melody new and refreshing. “I am happy to see you again. May I take your coat? Have my frau make you tea?”“Nein, Herr Breyer. Danke shon. I will not stay long. But came to make my decision.” Here twice last week to examine the pianofortes, he had been torn between one of Viennese manufacture and another completed in Munich. The Viennese had been hand tooled by a man whom Hugh had come to know socially when he had been posted to the Austrian capital after Napoleon’s surrender. The Munich piano though interested him for its larger keyboard. The tune emanating from the far room had him pausing to listen. “Who is that at the keys?”“A young lady has come to buy sheet music for her cousin. The song she plays is—““Pleyel?” Hugh named the popular composer and went quite still, struck by the facile ability of the pianist in the far room. The song she played was airy, ethereal, yet of quick tempo and complex.“Ja, Your Grace.”The piece demanded someone who could be bold and attack the keys with alacrity, yet caress them when the mood changed. Hugh had not heard anyone play so well since he was stationed in Stuttgart and the Austrian composer Hummel had graced a consulate meeting with his newest composition. “Astonishing. She is quite accomplished.”“She sight reads very well.” Breyer nodded, pleasure on his face. “The piece is new to her just now. And I must tell you that she plays the Stein pianoforte from Vienna, Your Grace.”Hugh lifted his chin, listening to her with concentration. “Does she? How wonderful.”The German rocked on the balls of his feet, clasping his hands before him, closing his eyes in contentment.Hugh drifted toward the inner room. He moved quietly, drawn as he was by the melody that spoke of eloquent delight, a pastoral scene, perhaps, or a meeting of lovers. The woman at the piano was absorbed in her effort. Eyes upon the sheets, leaning forward now and then to ensure she read the notes correctly, she swayed in a tempo that spoke of her devotion to conquer the song. Absorbed in her challenge, she did not notice him. Her bonnet, a brown leghorn of straw, capped her dark red curls, and the brim cut her side view. Unseen, Hugh could admire her at leisure. He reveled in her rapture as she opened her mouth on execution of one passage or wrinkled her brow at another. She ran her hands along the keys, strident or delicate, as the notes required. She cast up the lieder as it’s composer would have admired—with flair and panache. And at the end, she widened her eyes, and sat back on the stool, hands to her lap, sighing in satisfaction at her own accomplishment.And Hugh applauded.She startled, turned and snared him in her amber gaze.That striking color, he had not expected. Hazel would have been his first assumption because it would complement the river of rich auburn that was her hair. Grey, even, to match the faint tones of pink on her cheeks or the blush on her lips. But the tawny was riveting.“Sir?” She cast glances from him to Breyer.The proprietor scurried forward, clapping himself. “Wunderbar, wunderbar.Permit me to introduce you.” Hugh strode forward himself, ignoring the demands of etiquette. “Allow me to say how marvelous that was.” How gorgeous you are. How accomplished.“Oh, I—I thank you, sir.” She managed to get to her feet, pushing back the stool and clasping her hands together. “I dabble—““On the contrary, you are a musician of talent.”“She composes,” Herr Breyer said with as much pride as if she were his prodigy.“Do you? How enchanting.” He stood over her now. She was taller than most women, the top of that terrifying hat reaching his chin. She was lovelier than most, too, her complexion flawless ivory and brightened by the warmth of the shop’s fire. Or was she flustered by his surreptitious observation of her?Whatever the cause, he wanted her at ease.“Forgive me for startling you.” He took her hand and stunned as she was, she let him. “I do not usually shock women.”Those compelling eyes of hers melted to mellow tones, even as she sought to retrieve her hand from his. “That is good to know, sir.”Hugh kept her hand in his. “I had told Herr Breyer long ago I wished to hear someone play this instrument who had the ability to draw out its full potential. I did not expect my wish to be fulfilled by accident nor to see such a lovely woman do me the honor.”“Oh, sir, thank you. You are too kind.” She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate rose.The porcelain perfection of her skin suffused with a fair tint that inspired him to imagine her breasts budding, her body bare to him. He smiled at her, hopefully covering his magnetic attraction to her with some politesse. Certainly, her talent and her beauty belied her diminished means. She was a study in dramatic contrasts. And soldier, spy, peer of the realm that he was, he was rarely fascinated by a person. Hardly ever by a woman.“I have heard many play,” he told her, “but few with such verve.” Or beauty. “And Herr Breyer tells me you have not seen the composition before you sat down here to play.”“That’s true,” she admitted with a modesty that pleased him. Humility was not a quality many young women cultivated, though God knew, most should. She attempted again to pull back her hand.Reluctantly, he let her go. “You must have had a good teacher.”“I did, sir.” She clasped her hands together, her expression only briefly showing relief at her escape. “My mother was accomplished.”“She must be very proud of you.” To play so well is such a rare quality among those in society. And most young women use it as a lure to secure a fine match. “I would be, were you my daughter.”She looked him over so intricately that he was certain she meant to buy him and serve him on a platter for supper. “Sir, you are not old enough to have a daughter.”“Old enough,” he corrected her with a grin. “But not capable.”She blinked, shocked at his risqué inference.He shook his head, grimacing but apologetic. “I am not married, you see.”“Ah.” She inhaled, joining in on the joke. “I am certain that is a challenge to every young lady in London.”He sent her a look of pain.She laughed shortly, her mirth a vibrant match to the contralto of her speaking voice. Then she turned her attention on Breyer. “I must go, sir. I will buy this lieder and any two others you suggest.”The shopkeeper took a step toward her, while Hugh warned himself not to stare at her. Not to scare her off. “Will you play them before you buy them?”“Oh, no, thank you.” Her gaze flittered from Breyer to him. He had flustered her.Good. The feeling is mutual.Breyer advanced toward her. “But your cousin needs a simple song.”“She does.” She feigned a smile at the little German, but she returned to focus on Hugh—and her golden gaze lingered there in his. “But I trust your judgment, Herr Breyer.”“Please,” Hugh pleaded, “do stay. It’s rarely that one can hear another play and enjoy it.”Her face lit with a sudden glee that transformed her into a glittering beauty. “I not only agree with you, sir, I have suffered myself.”“Have you?” He took her hand once more and she allowed him the pleasure of holding her in his care. Why have I never suffered with you? Why have I never seen you in the same salon? “Pity.”“Yes,” she said on a breathless whisper that fell over his skin and seeped inside him like good Scots whisky. Her gaze locked on his until she roused herself and yanked away. But she put a hand to the piano, as if to steady herself. “I must go.”No. She firmed her mouth. “Herr Breyer, if you please, I will buy my sheet music and leave.”“But—but your aunt and cousin await you, do they?” Breyer asked hope in his tone.Was the German stalling her? Hugh examined the man. Of course, he was. Perceptive of him to detect my interest.Hugh had to learn her name. Where she—“No. I am out today on my own. But they will expect me shortly,” she told him as he disappeared into the back storage room. “You know how they are.”“Ja, Ich weiss.”But I don’t. “May I escort you to the tea shop across the street? It is very cold outside and—““Thank you, sir, but no.” She strode toward the entrance to Breyer’s back room and called to him. “How much will the music cost, sir?”Hugh put his hand on her wrist. She was the most extraordinary creature he had met in a long time. The endless parade of women who strolled past him, whether by chance or by his mother’s plan, bored him to a raving madness. They had neither wit nor voice other than what their mamas had inculcated. The alternative, a paid companion, was not to his taste either. He’d sampled a few of those abroad and the affection endured for a fortnight or so, then turned shallow. And while he was interested in a quick relief to his manly urges now and then, the prospect of lying down in a bed with a woman he didn’t care for while standing up, did not appeal.“Permit me to offer my carriage and to escort you home.”Her attention drifted from his hand to his eyes. Her own gaze swam in his, and he longed to place his lips there upon her lovely lids, to allow her long red lashes to tickle his lips, to allow her perfect skin to rest beneath his mouth.“Thank you,” she murmured, that deep voice of hers brushing his senses. “I mustn’t.”“Why not?” He heard himself. His voice was a plea, a prayer.Beneath his fingertips, she suffered a frisson. Worse, she looked desperate. “I should not take up with a gentleman.”He had never frightened a woman before. Chastened, he tried to soothe her with a lopsided grin. “I doubt you take up with men who are less than that.”She stiffened. “I take up with none at all.”
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Cerise DeLand's #Regency #Romp #2 RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE! Out! Need a nibble of my new cherry?

 
Regency Romp #2
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iTunes   Coming soon! Nibble on my newest cherry! RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE!  The second in my Regency Romp series, this one has a touch of suspense.
     If you've read the first in the series, LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS, then you already know Justin and Kitty Belmont. Kitty, a baroness in her own right, has married Viscount Belmont, the love of her life. She once operated a match-making service for the nobs solely to pay off her deceased first husband's gambling debts. Now in RENDEZVOUS, she assist Hugh Lattimer, Duke of Kendal, in finding a lovely young woman whom he met in a piano shop. She has fallen on hard times, as indicated by her threadbare clothing. But she is industrious, composing beautiful compositions and selling them to those noblemen who appreciate fine music.
     Here they meet for the first time.
Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand/WJ Power. All rights reserved.
Hugh Lattimer closed the door of the piano shop, sighing in relief at the warmth. He’d spent the last five years freezing his bits to nubbins in every damn parlor and palace from Vienna to Paris to London and he was sick of the deprivation. Nearly three decades of war on the Continent had leveled more than the forests. It had destroyed men’s daily lives and reduced them to rats huddled together in the rubble of their existences. He had seen it firsthand on the torn battlefields, in the shambles of the towns—and in the hearts of men, women and children high-born and low.He unbuttoned his greatcoat and looked around for the proprietor.In the far room, he heard murmurs of a conversation and then spied the owner of the establishment. “Ah, there you are. Guten morgen. Good morning, Herr Breyer. How are you this cold day?” “Your Grace.” The pudgy shopkeeper beamed at him and inclined his head in greeting. “I am well. And you, sir?”“Quite well.” In the far room, someone at the keys filled the air with a melody new and refreshing. “I am happy to see you again. May I take your coat? Have my frau make you tea?”“Nein, Herr Breyer. Danke shon. I will not stay long. But came to make my decision.” Here twice last week to examine the pianofortes, he had been torn between one of Viennese manufacture and another completed in Munich. The Viennese had been hand tooled by a man whom Hugh had come to know socially when he had been posted to the Austrian capital after Napoleon’s surrender. The Munich piano though interested him for its larger keyboard. The tune emanating from the far room had him pausing to listen. “Who is that at the keys?”“A young lady has come to buy sheet music for her cousin. The song she plays is—““Pleyel?” Hugh named the popular composer and went quite still, struck by the facile ability of the pianist in the far room. The song she played was airy, ethereal, yet of quick tempo and complex.“Ja, Your Grace.”The piece demanded someone who could be bold and attack the keys with alacrity, yet caress them when the mood changed. Hugh had not heard anyone play so well since he was stationed in Stuttgart and the Austrian composer Hummel had graced a consulate meeting with his newest composition. “Astonishing. She is quite accomplished.”“She sight reads very well.” Breyer nodded, pleasure on his face. “The piece is new to her just now. And I must tell you that she plays the Stein pianoforte from Vienna, Your Grace.”Hugh lifted his chin, listening to her with concentration. “Does she? How wonderful.”The German rocked on the balls of his feet, clasping his hands before him, closing his eyes in contentment.Hugh drifted toward the inner room. He moved quietly, drawn as he was by the melody that spoke of eloquent delight, a pastoral scene, perhaps, or a meeting of lovers. The woman at the piano was absorbed in her effort. Eyes upon the sheets, leaning forward now and then to ensure she read the notes correctly, she swayed in a tempo that spoke of her devotion to conquer the song. Absorbed in her challenge, she did not notice him. Her bonnet, a brown leghorn of straw, capped her dark red curls, and the brim cut her side view. Unseen, Hugh could admire her at leisure. He reveled in her rapture as she opened her mouth on execution of one passage or wrinkled her brow at another. She ran her hands along the keys, strident or delicate, as the notes required. She cast up the lieder as it’s composer would have admired—with flair and panache. And at the end, she widened her eyes, and sat back on the stool, hands to her lap, sighing in satisfaction at her own accomplishment.And Hugh applauded.She startled, turned and snared him in her amber gaze.That striking color, he had not expected. Hazel would have been his first assumption because it would complement the river of rich auburn that was her hair. Grey, even, to match the faint tones of pink on her cheeks or the blush on her lips. But the tawny was riveting.“Sir?” She cast glances from him to Breyer.The proprietor scurried forward, clapping himself. “Wunderbar, wunderbar.Permit me to introduce you.” Hugh strode forward himself, ignoring the demands of etiquette. “Allow me to say how marvelous that was.” How gorgeous you are. How accomplished.“Oh, I—I thank you, sir.” She managed to get to her feet, pushing back the stool and clasping her hands together. “I dabble—““On the contrary, you are a musician of talent.”“She composes,” Herr Breyer said with as much pride as if she were his prodigy.“Do you? How enchanting.” He stood over her now. She was taller than most women, the top of that terrifying hat reaching his chin. She was lovelier than most, too, her complexion flawless ivory and brightened by the warmth of the shop’s fire. Or was she flustered by his surreptitious observation of her? Regency Romp #1
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1hWjg79 ARe : NOOK:   KOBO:  Whatever the cause, he wanted her at ease.“Forgive me for startling you.” He took her hand and stunned as she was, she let him. “I do not usually shock women.”Those compelling eyes of hers melted to mellow tones, even as she sought to retrieve her hand from his. “That is good to know, sir.”Hugh kept her hand in his. “I had told Herr Breyer long ago I wished to hear someone play this instrument who had the ability to draw out its full potential. I did not expect my wish to be fulfilled by accident nor to see such a lovely woman do me the honor.”“Oh, sir, thank you. You are too kind.” She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate rose.The porcelain perfection of her skin suffused with a fair tint that inspired him to imagine her breasts budding, her body bare to him. He smiled at her, hopefully covering his magnetic attraction to her with some politesse. Certainly, her talent and her beauty belied her diminished means. She was a study in dramatic contrasts. And soldier, spy, peer of the realm that he was, he was rarely fascinated by a person. Hardly ever by a woman.“I have heard many play,” he told her, “but few with such verve.” Or beauty. “And Herr Breyer tells me you have not seen the composition before you sat down here to play.”

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Need a WICKED TAKEOVER? Tina Donahue tells you why! Out now!

She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it. Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his. Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
Excerpt #1:
At a sound from behind, she turned. A guy came down the hall, his attention on the clipboard he held.Lauren’s heart stalled then raced.She guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, not a trace of fat on his hard body, just smooth bronze skin and slabs of muscles. Lord, lord, lord. He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was an armband of what appeared to be thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly Celtic, a series of thick black swirls that intertwined.Lauren pressed her toes into her heels to keep from swaying or moving closer.His hair was shoulder length, like a pirate’s, a dark brown color, thick and silky that encouraged a woman to run her fingers through it to ease those strands away from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latin. Virile to the extreme. Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had five o’clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed.She imagined him nude. Hell, she imagined both of them naked, his bristly cheeks tickling the insides of her thighs, his tongue lapping her cleft, settling on her clit but not rushing her climax. No damn way. Lauren figured a guy who looked as great as he did wouldn’t let her come quickly. He’d make her wait for pleasure. Once she was blubbering in delight, he’d bend her over the front counter and warn her to behave, which meant she couldn’t moan too loudly as he spanked her. Her cries of delight would come later when he plunged his meaty cock into her juicy cunt, taking what he wanted, because that’s the kind of man he was.Uninhibited. Alpha to the core.Lauren whimpered.Despite the strains of Spanish guitars flowing from the sound system, he’d obviously heard the noise she’d made. Halting suddenly, he lifted his face, his dark brown eyes meeting hers. He smiled easily, confidently.Her bones went soft.“Hey,” he said.Lauren’s belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone.Noting her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and moved closer, his stride smooth and assured. His fragrance wafted toward her. Something clean and citrusy that reminded Lauren of summer days, an ocean breeze, sun baking naked skin.She locked her knees to keep her balance. Her attention inched from his impressive Adam’s apple to his luscious mouth, his full, kissable lips.“Did you lose your way?” he asked.With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful, intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech. “I’m sorry, what?”He regarded her suit and heels. “Are you looking for another shop?”“No.”Surprise registered on his face. “You’re here for a tat?”Lauren stared at the ones on his biceps, unable to help herself. Damn, they were hot. “Not exactly.”He nodded. The ends of his hair swayed over his broad shoulders. Mesmerized, Lauren watched.“A piercing?” he asked.“What?”“Are you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. The muscles in his upper arm flexed.Lauren bit back a sound of approval at that and the silky dark hair in his pit. She pictured her face pressed to it as she smelled his wonderful, male scent.“You can see what we offer in those photos,” he said. “We also have binders of what we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.”Lauren nodded absently, wondering if he was dating the young woman who’d left here earlier. If not, the spring in her step was probably from him inking a hidden part of her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?”He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.”“Why?”He shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?”Clearly, he wasn’t uptight as she’d always been. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?”“Have I what?”“Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms all that you have?”His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my tongue.”Uh-huh. Lauren wondered if he’d inked his balls and cock, hoping he hadn’t. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature’s perfection.She sighed.He regarded her thoughtfully, really taking in her short blonde hair, clothes and finally her features, including the small mole near the side of her mouth. There, he lingered, as though he liked the beauty mark.Are you nuts? A guy like him? Get real.He continued to study her mouth.A wave of desire and embarrassment rushed through Lauren so quickly, her throat and cheeks got hot. He smiled softly this time, as though he felt bad for making her uncomfortable. Lightly touching her arm, he murmured, “Let me get those binders so you can look through them.”“No, don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.”His dark eyebrows lifted a bit. “You’re selling something?” His attention went to her purse as though her product line was in there.“Uh no. I’m here to take over.”“Take over?”“Uh-huh.”He looked lost. “As in what?”“This place.” At his continuing confusion, she blurted, “I own this place and everything in it, including you.”
BIO: Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
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LADY VARNEY has a new client in Cerise DeLand's #Regency #Romp #1: Interview with Justin Belmont!

Regency Romp #1
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Debuts Sept. 21 everywhere!  Character Interview!  LADY VARNEY’s RISQUE BUSINESS hero, Justin Belmont is in the house!


Lady Kitty Varney runs a discreet, but risqué matchmaking business to support herself and pay off her late husband's debts. When Viscount Justin Belmont appears in her parlor, Kitty's latest client is the very man she was forbidden to marry years ago. Kitty wonders if she can find Justin a woman worthy of him…and if she can bear to match him to another.
But when Justin lists his own criteria for a wife, Kitty is among the few candidates suitable. And he demands each candidate spend one night of bliss with him in his love nest.
Can Kitty deny herself the opportunity to enjoy the charms of the man she's never forgotten? Lady Varney's risqué business might be her saving grace—but it may well become her undoing.
1. Justin Belmont is an American. So how does he feel about being named a Viscount?
I am delighted that my grandfather has named me his heir to the Earldom. Yes, I am and was an illegitimate son but without any other legitimate heirs, I find that I am now able to enter English society and pursue my one goal in life.
2. And just what is that one goal, Justin?
Years ago, when I was a privateer sailing out of American harbors, I sailed a ship attacked by Barbary pirates. Taking them quickly as prisoners, I also took a young Englishwoman whom they had captured days before when they won a battle with an English merchant ship.  That lady whom I saved was an English baroness. But her father forbid me to court her. I was unacceptable to him and he ordered Kitty to marry an old man, a titled one, instead. That broke her heart. And mine.
Now that I am accepted by the ton, I recently learned that Kitty is a widow. What’s more, she runs a business. God knows why. But the business is one I plan to use to make my way to see her.
3. So just what is this business and what are your plans?
Kitty makes matches for men in search of a bride. She earns excellent money at this and I now have money. More than I ever need.  I plan to hire her to find a wife for me. One to my specifications. My very particular tastes!
I know she cannot refuse me.  I plan to ask for quite a bit from her—and her skills.
4.   Tell us about your specifications for a wife.I want one who is blonde, a noblewoman in her own right, a blueblood. While I understand those are very specific and noblewomen who carry their own title are few and far between, nonetheless, I need that in my spouse. It legitimizes me further, don’t you see?
And then there is the one element I demand in a wife: Her willingness in bed. I will not take a cold fish to my sheets. Why should I? Kitty must understand this and accept it. I need to learn if each candidate is a sensuous woman.
But I wish to review only one woman’s talents in that arena. Kitty.
5. What will you do if she refuses you?
I think she loved me years ago. I intend to make her love me more now. And if I cannot have her, I will return to America and take up my ship again.
I cannot bear to think of her alone for the rest of her life. And me as well.
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PLAY ACTING! Get some Gin and Jazz from Morticia Knight!

https://www.totallybound.com/play-actingThanks for having me here today Cerise and letting me share this final installment in the Gin & Jazz series. I have an exclusive excerpt to share with you as well. The books all take place during the Roaring Twenties and feature the exploits of several men who trudge their way through the pitfalls and decadence of Hollywood. This one can be read as a standalone as it tells the complete love story of two men from the series who haven’t been able to find their HEA yet. Poor guys…
Former screen idol, Roman Pasquale, struggles to survive in Hollywood as the silent film era comes to a close. But a fresh new playwright is in town and he wants Roman to be more than just his star.
The past few years haven’t been kind to fading film star, Roman Pasquale. But then again, he was never very kind to anyone else either. He’s had time to reminisce on his mistakes and to accept responsibility for how he hurt others. Now that Global Studios has turned its back on him, he’s had to sell his grand estate and start over in a modest apartment.
His former co-star, actress Maude Simons, suggests that he meet with new playwright, Max Vogel. Not only will he get the chance to be the star again, Roman can really use the money. What he doesn’t expect is how strongly he’s attracted to the easygoing, confident young man—and the very wicked thoughts he has about him.
Playwright and director, Max Vogel, is delighted that the great Roman Pasquale has agreed to star in his play. What he is unprepared for however, is the intense physical spark that ignites the moment they meet. He’s been warned of Roman’s reputation for being difficult to work with, but he’s willing to take the risk—even though his career depends on the success of this one play.
Max needs to coax a heartfelt performance out of Roman, and Roman needs to live up to his resolve to be a better man. But maybe the real issue is whether or not the director and actor can resist the passion they have for one another, a lust so strong that it catches them unaware. Is their lust really love? Or will the drive for success destroy any hope for a happily-ever-after?
Exclusive Excerpt from Play Acting (Gin & Jazz 7)
“How may I be of help to you, sir?”The host spoke in a flat tone of voice, regarding him with expert indifference. Did I really enjoy this charade at one time?“I’m meeting a Mr Max Vogel at one o’clock. Has he arrived?”Roman made certain that his tone and expression was just as apathetic.“Mr Pasquale, I presume?”He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and fought to keep his disdain for the smug host under control.“Yes, you may presume.”“Right this way, sir.”Already Roman wanted to escape, to go back to his apartment that had managed to become a safe haven for him within a very short time. The entire business of being out and about, prancing around as though he were still the same exalted film star of before had him unnerved, sweating—even trembling. He had the bizarre sensation that he reeked of fear, of desperation. That this Max person would immediately spot it and Roman would be exposed for the giant failure that he was.As they passed the long family style tables they eventually reached a secluded section that contained private booths. Rounding the corner, Roman spotted him. It was Max, he was sure of it. He was seated at the far end of the room in a half moon shaped booth. He had one arm draped casually over the back of the cushion. His body was in a state of complete relaxation, a slight look of contentment on his face. Roman was too far away still to ascertain many details about the young man, except that Maude had been right about her basic assessment. He was young. He had dark curly hair. And he appeared not to have a care in the world.When they were within almost five feet of the table, the bored host spoke up.“Mr Vogel? Your party has arrived.”Max snapped his head in Roman’s direction, an easy smile lighting up his face—his rather attractive face. He leaned up, reaching across the table with his hand extended. Roman accepted his offer, the warmth of Max’s strong fingers curling around his own unexpectedly enjoyable.“Mr Pasquale, it’s a great honor.”Shocked at his own reaction, Roman reluctantly pulled his hand away after giving Max’s a final squeeze.“The honor is all mine, Mr Vogel.”He’d said it as he’d unbuttoned his suit coat, elegantly lowering himself into the booth. Max was seated in the very middle at the curve, and Roman sat to his right. Since Roman was over six feet tall, he was mindful not to stretch his legs out too far or he would be in danger of nudging Max’s feet. He swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable in a way he hadn’t been in a long while.“Please call me Max.”Roman smiled in the slightest. Yes. He wanted to call him Max.“Then you must call me Roman.”“I’d like that.”Max still had an easy smile on his lips and he gazed at Roman with what he could best describe as an open and honest expression. It was impossible for Roman to keep from completely studying him. It was hard to ascertain what his body was like exactly underneath the suit jacket, but he appeared trim. The mop of curly hair was being vainly held at bay on the sides with some pomade—however, it seemed that Max had given up on taming it completely. But it was the man’s eyes that held him. They were a lighter shade of green that was brighter than any he’d ever seen before. Set in the pale skin and contrasting with the dark hair, the overall effect was breathtaking.Breathtaking?Roman pursed his lips and adjusted himself in the booth.“If this restaurant isn’t suitable for you, we can go somewhere else. I want you to be comfortable.”Max appeared to be eyeing him in a concerned way. In a way that no one had bothered to look at him in a very long while. Maude may be concerned about him at times, but she’d certainly never looked at him like that.“This is quite acceptable, my dear Max.” He made a show of glancing about the room with interest. “I’ve heard wonderful things.”Max’s captivating eyes lit up. “Oh marvelous, you haven’t been here before? I’d love to share with you some of my favorite things they have. What do you like? I can make some suggestions.” He stopped, turning almost shy for a moment. “That is, if you don’t mind.”Roman cleared his throat and tried to maintain his composure. All thoughts of potential employment had been temporarily eradicated. Something told him that he needed to keep all of his focus on not behaving like a complete dolt in front of the sensuous morsel seated next to him. He held no delusions that the delicious Max Vogel would ever be interested in his ancient ass, but regardless, Roman didn’t want to make a fool of himself. “Not at all. I’m sure any suggestions you make would be quite enjoyable.” A bit of his previous rakishness had come to the surface before he could prevent it. “I love it when a man knows what he wants.”Dear Lord. I do believe my cock is actually hardening. Max’s eyes widened just enough so that it was noticeable. “Excellent. I’ll bring the waiter over so we can order lunch and get to know one another a bit before we move on to business. Unless you’re pressed for time?”Oh yes, I’m so frightfully busy these days.“I cleared my schedule just for you, Max. You may have me for as long as you wish.”Max’s cheeks reddened a tad and Roman had to adjust himself again. He was most definitely hard for the delightful man. It had been so long since he’d felt real desire for someone, he’d thought it no longer possible.“I’m very glad to hear that. Let’s enjoy our meal then.”Max favored him with a warm smile.I would like to enjoy much more with you, Max Vogel.****Available at Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/play-actingAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Play-Acting-Gin-Jazz-Book-ebook/dp/B00N2B1V4S/ref=sr_1_10?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409635559&sr=1-10&keywords=Morticia+KnightYou can find Morticia lurking about at these places:www.morticiaknight.blogspot.com
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4 Regency authors, 1 FB party, 4 Regency novels, Dozens of Prizes! 9.25 on FB!

Where? https://www.facebook.com/events/46640...
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Put it in your calendar!
Come September 25 from 12 p.m. EST/9 a.m. PST when 3 of my buddies join me as we serve TEA AND TEMPTATION and loads of fun and prizes!
When Sabrina York, Delilah Marvelle, Dominque Eastwick and I celebrate rakes, rogues and spitfire women on the ton, you'll want to be there for the digital book prizes, a tiara, a gorgeous mask and a wine bag...plus more more more!
Yes, we are celebrating:

the release of my new Regency, RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKEplus Delilah's NIGHT OF PLEASURE,Dominque's THE EARL AND HIS VIRGIN COUNTESSand Sabrina's DARK FANCY!

Texas Cowboys by the baker's dozen! Men of Calder County, box set, pre-order now! 99 centavos

13 authors give us a Baker's Dozen of hot Texas cowboys in their first MEN OF CALDER COUNTY. On pre-order now, this should be a sizzler, Texas style!
Oh, and yeah, it's that magic price of 99 cents!
http://www.amazon.com/Men-Calder-County-unleashed-unforgettable-ebook/dp/B00N1LNDF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409155184&sr=1-1&keywords=calder+county

Mmm-mm M/M! BLUE HEAT by my pal, bestseller Samantha Cayto, on preorder! Debuts FRIDAY!

Samantha Cayto hit the M/M bestseller list at ZON with her CATCHING EAGLE's EYE, SEALs Going Hot series!  Now she brings us the first in her new M/M police series, set in Boston!
BLUE HEAT looks like a red hot winner!
Rock and roll!
Run, do not walk, to pre-order this which debuts Friday!
Pre-order here: http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Heat-Bostons-Brave-Book-ebook/dp/B00N2AH972/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409155052&sr=1-7&keywords=samantha+cayto

Desiree Holt gets 4 stars from RT for her new FINDNG JULIA, sizzling women's fiction

[image error] RT gives it 4 stars! FINDING JULIA by Desiree Holt “Julia meets Luke, a man who completes her, and his instant commitment to her endures their many missed opportunities. Readers will keep rooting for Julia and patiently flip the pages because she hits the jackpot with Luke. Julia bends over backwards to keep her family together, and it ultimately takes years to make things right. Fortunately, her man knows what he wants and needs, and Holt knows what her fans will love.” – RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars
And thank you so much!
Finding Julia 
From Kensington Publishing
Now available for preorder
Can a moment of passion outlast years of secrets and misery?
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Lisabet Sarai has THE INGREDIENTS OF BLISS! How to reeeeally cook BDSM style!

In most heterosexual BDSM erotic romance, the heroine plays the submissive role. Indeed, I've written many stories myself that follow this formula. I can definitely appreciate the appeal of surrendering to an attractive, powerful man who will then use me for his own pleasure and, paradoxically, my own.
I've also written a few m/F femdom tales, most recently my short “Layover” which appeared in the erotic anthology Under Her Thumb, edited by D.L. King. Although the woman-on-top dynamic isn't as popular as M/f BDSM, at least not with romance readers, there's definitely something to be said for having a strong, virile male dedicated exclusively to satisfying your sexual whims.

In only one of my books (Mastering Maya) will you find a “switch” - a character who is sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive. Until now, that is.
Mei Lee “Emily” Wong, the heroine of my new erotic romance The Ingredients of Bliss, didn't realize she had any interest in dominance and submission until her lover Harry Sanborne initiated her into the delights of being a sub, in the prequel Her Secret Ingredient. She took to bottoming like the proverbial duck to water. She's a “natural sub”, according to Harry.
Then, as this new novel opens, Emily's boss, Etienne Duvalier, begs to serve her sexually. What's a modern woman to do?
Master Harry “orders” Emily to top Etienne, to see how far she can push his limits as a bottom. Obviously Emily's not about to disobey her Dom's instructions. However, she finds that the role of mistress comes far more easily to her than she would have expected. She's feels guilty about how much she enjoys taking control of the normally arrogant chef. 
So is Emily a top? A bottom? A switch? The poor woman is desperately confused. Harry, on the other hand, just wants to stir up a bit of mischief – and expand his beloved's horizons.
Blurb
One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?
Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.
When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organizations?
R-rated Excerpt
“Damn you both! I’m not some piece of meat to be carved up between you!” All at once I wanted to get out of this too crowded bed. I wanted to throw on my clothes and storm out of the room in righteous indignation. To do so, though, I would have to clamber over Etienne’s magnificent body. It would be difficult to avoid touching his resurgent erection.
“Calm down, Emily.” Harry’s hand clamped around my wrist and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. “We did confer about tonight, I admit. We agreed that sharing you was the best approach to a situation that was bound to become awkward very soon.”
“Awkward? Things were going very smoothly. You dominated me. I dominated Etienne. Everyone was happy.”
“Youweren’t happy, love. Admit it. You felt guilty and confused. When you were with Etienne, you felt as though you were betraying me. Meanwhile Etienne’s devotion had you worried about his reaction when he learned you belonged to me.”
He was right, of course. I remembered my tête à têtewith Etienne at the café that afternoon. I’d been terribly concerned about his reaction to the news about Harry. Meanwhile when Harry had made me recount my exploits with Etienne, I’d always tried to conceal my excitement, to play down the thrill I got acting the role of his mistress.
“You’ve got nothing to hide now.” With his lanky frame, mussed hair and crooked grin, Harry almost looked like a teenager. A very horny teen, considering the substantial erection bobbing hopefully at his groin. He flipped back onto his side and fixed me with a slightly fuzzy gaze. He was irresistibly cute without his glasses. “Everything’s out in the open.”
“But it’s all so—complicated!” As usual, my objections began to melt in the warmth of his smile.
He danced his fingers up my outstretched thigh and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
“On the contrary, I think this considerably simplifies the situation—Ms Wong.” Etienne’s voice was deferential, but I read a mirror of Harry’s mischief in his expression. “I serve you. You serve Harry. Each of us gets what he or she wants.”
“There’s no more need for secrets, love. Or for surreptitiously administered enhancements to the libido, either…” Harry slipped a fingertip between my moist lips and grazed a fingernail across my clit.
My annoyance paled next to the flare of pleasure kindled by his touch. Before I could clamp down to hold his hand in my crotch, however, he’d snatched it away.
“Oh no!” I groaned, fighting arousal and disappointment. “You told him…?”
“I had my suspicions in any case. It doesn’t matter. Your methods might have been dubious, but I’m grateful for the results.” Etienne glanced down at the livid marks from my beating, a set of parallel strips leading up his lean thighs toward his rearing cock. “I might never have had the courage to act on my desires if not for your—um—intervention.” His voice held quiet pride.
“You don’t have to be ashamed or embarrassed,” Harry added. “All we want—both of us—is to satisfy you. To please you and make you happy. Can’t you just accept that?”
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The special VIP edition of The Ingredients of Blissis now available from Totally Bound. This version contains a sizzling bonus chapter not available from other retailers. Totally Bound has the most advanced book selling site of any independent publisher on the web, with new One-Click ordering and direct delivery to all e-reader platforms.
Oh – and if you leave a comment with your email address, I'd be happy to send you a PDF copy of my own original cookbook, Recipes from an International Kitchen ! (This isn't a drawing; I'll give a copy to everyone who asks.)
About the Author
I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I've continued to indulge both passions as I've matured. Usually I'm an improvisational cook; I'm not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.
You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I've published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantinewon a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.
I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.
Website: http://www.lisabetsarai.comBlog: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.comGoodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai
Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai