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August 29, 2015
MAD ABOUT BAD ALPHAS – Guest Post with Doris O’Connor
My muse can never resist an Anthology call, so I knew sooner or later she would bombard me with a story idea for the Bad Alpha call. After all, bad ass shifters, yeah, I was so getting in on that.
I love writing shifters, and bad boys. Put the two of them together and my muse is a very happy little bunny.
Sure enough like so often happens I woke up one morning, soon after that Antho call went out, with a hero growling in my ears. He was a tough as nails bear shifter called Zayden, a hired killer, and the first image I got of him was on a job, when he tears a leopard shifter’s throat out.
O-okay then…definitively a much more bad ass shifter than I usually write, and when he told me he was going to kill the Alpha of a wolf pack, as certain members in his pack objected to having a gay Alpha, it became clear this was going to be story for the Manlove edition.
Such a delicious conflict. Bear against wolf? Who would win, and more importantly what would this Assassin do, when he realized the shifter he was there to kill was his mate? What would Quinton do when he found out why Zayden was really with him?
Those were the questions I woke up with and The Alpha’s Assassin was born. Both Zayden and Quinton were such strong voices in my head, that I wrote their story in a few short days. I had no choice in the matter. Having one dominant Alpha hero in your head is bad enough, but two of them… Yeah my fingers flew, as they grappled for dominance not only in my head but also in the story. I’m a complete and utter pantster, so when my characters talk, I listen, and boy did those two talk, or rather growled at me, until I’d written their story to their satisfaction.
That probably makes me sound like a loon, but I really don’t get a choice in the matter. Well, I guess I could try and ignore them and end up with a huge headache and sleepless nights, lol.
Not so long ago, I could never have seen myself writing a MM story. Famous last words and all that. When the right story came along, MM it was, and just like with The Alpha’s Assassin I had no choice in the matter.
I have another MM contemporary story scheduled for release with Evernight in September, and I’m sure there will be many more. All it needs is for the right couple to come along and tell me their love story, it’s as simple and as awesome as that, and writing is always an adventure. J
As for Zayden and Quinton, here is a little hawt excerpt from their story—Enjoy, I hope.
The force of the mating orgasm took Quin’s breath away. His cock jerked and ejected thick spurts of his cum all over his abs and he lay gasping for air under Zayden’s big body. Utterly pinned by him, he couldn’t move as the bear shifter let go of his shoulder, licked his bite, and roared. The force of it shook the bed the bed. It roused his wolf, and using the animal’s strength, he flipped the heavier man over until he could straddle him. Zayden’s magnificent cock stood up like a come-get-me beacon out of the thick thatch of hair on top of his groin. Quinton’s mouth watered.
The bear’s dick was huge and heavily veined, and Quin’s stomach hollowed out in anticipation of taking that monster up his ass. But first things first. Letting his claws spring free, he ran circles around the bear shifter’s nipples, admiring the art work that graced his left pectoral. He grinned at the way Zayden’s flat buds firmed and stood to attention. The shifter growled and buried his hands in Quinton’s hair, tugging him closer with a groan.
“Quit messing around and fuck me already, wolf boy. It’s the only chance you’re gonna get.”
Quinton grinned to himself as he licked and bit his way down the magnificent muscles in front of him until he reached the other man’s cock.
“Bossy, aren’t you, teddy bear?” He smirked at the affronted growl of his mate, but it was the affection that shone out of the other man’s amber gaze that meant he had to hurry this along. Zayden’s hips shot off the bed when Quinton licked his finger and pushed one of his digits through the tight ring of muscle guarding the man’s ass. He swallowed Zayden’s cock whole at the same time, and was rewarded by his mate’s salty pre-cum. It slid down his throat in ever-increasing amounts, and Quinton grew hard as nails again, hearing his mate pant and curse.
While fondling the bear shifter’s hairy sac, he thrust his finger in and out of the tight clasp of Zayden’s body. He could tell how close the other man was to his own release, and when Zayden’s balls drew up tight, ready to shoot their load, he pulled off his lover’s dick and squeezed the shaft tightly.
Zayden swore, but it had the desired effect of staving off the man’s impending orgasm long enough for Quinton to reach across and find the lube he kept in the nightstand. He smothered his cock in a generous amount and then squeezed a whole lot down his mate’s ass cheeks. He worked two fingers into Zayden, and eventually a third.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Not normally at the receiving end?” He looked up to find Zayden watching him. Half shifted, his bear looked terrifying and sexy as fuck. Quin lost himself in the intensity of his gaze.
“Not usually, wolf boy. Get on with it already and fuck me
Author Bio
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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August 28, 2015
One Naughty Fantasy by Ravenna Tate @evernightpub #NewRelease
ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY
**This book features the same three characters that are in SNOWBOUND**
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Nina Santangeles has decided to give her lovers, Cameron Easton and Alex Gable, their ultimate fantasy. Dressed in a red plaid skirt, cotton blouse, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, she surprises them during a presentation they’re giving for architecture and design students at a university lecture hall, causing quite a stir.
When her men take her back to their hotel suite with the intention of punishing her for the naughty behavior as part of their role play fantasy, how far will she let them go?
ADULT EXCERPT
They each held one of her hands in the hallway. Alex barely closed and locked the door to their hotel suite behind them before he lunged for her, covering her mouth in a hot kiss that surprised her. Her men were always on fire for her, but this was different. Their reaction was off the charts hot, and she had to assume it was the role playing.
She raked her hands over his back and tight ass, moaning into his open mouth. Pushing her hips against him, she wasn’t surprised to find his erection rock-hard. Behind her, Cameron reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass, groaning. Alex’s mouth released hers, and he nipped at her neck.
Nina started to unzip her skirt, but Cameron stopped her. “No. Leave it on, but take off the panties.”
Alex let go of her long enough to allow Nina to remove her panties and step out of them. Cameron took them from her, and she glanced over her shoulder to watch him bring them to his nose. It was so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan.
Nina turned her attention back to Alex and removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off to reveal broad shoulders and fine dark hairs dusting his muscled chest. She loved their bodies. Both men were so damn gorgeous she could never get enough of them. “You work out, Mr. Gable.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“We both do,” said Cameron.
She ran her teeth over Alex’s nipples as she reached for his pants, unfastening the button above the zipper.
Behind her, Cameron grabbed her ass again. “Oh Christ … Nina …”
“Tell me what you both want,” she said, lifting her gaze to Alex’s eyes.
Alex swallowed hard. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you fucking silly.”
Cameron reached around and grasped her breasts through the cotton top. “I want to fill each of your holes, baby, all night long.” He let go of her breasts and smacked her ass, hard. Nina moaned. “I want to spank you for being such a bad girl. You interrupted a very important presentation for us, you know.”
He smacked her ass cheeks again, and she nearly came. “I know I did.”
“Now we need to punish you for it, and we need to fuck you hard for it.”
She giggled, tossing her hair. “Oh, you can fuck me, but I’m not so sure about the spanking part.” She had to pretend to protest something, after all. That had been part of their fantasy, but it was very difficult to get into the role now that she was alone in a beautiful hotel suite with them.
Alex turned her around so fast she nearly fell. He enveloped her in a bear hug from behind that was more sweet than lustful. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Nina rubbed her ass against Alex’s erection, aching for his dick to fill her, as he nuzzled her neck. “I like you, too, Alex. I like both of you. Let’s get these clothes off you two and see what you have in your pants.”
“In a minute.” Alex nibbled at her neck and reached under her blouse to unhook her bra. Cameron helped him ease the straps off her shoulders under the fabric, and then Alex tossed the bra on the floor. He grasped her breasts, and Nina moaned loudly.
“Oh God, I love your tits.” Alex’s breath was warm in her ear, and the sensation of his hands on her breasts and his erection rubbing against her ass nearly brought her to orgasm.
Cameron shoved his hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit with his expert fingers, then pushed one inside her pussy. She was so damn wet they wouldn’t need lube. “I love wet pussies.”
Nina closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations of Alex kneading her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, while Cameron finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her climax was so close it was ridiculous.
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Filed under: Evernight Publishing, Ravenna Tate Tagged: Evernight, Evernight Publishing, menage, Ravenna Tate, romance
August 27, 2015
#NewRelease BANG: Challenge Accepted by M. Daughin @ H. Q. Frost
BANG
Challenge Accepted
by M. Dauphin & H.Q. Frost
Release Date: August 27, 2015
Long distance relationships suck.
When you’re Jenny and Jack, though, it’s easy to keep it interesting.
After a one night stand months ago, Jenny literally runs into Jack in Ryley’s hallway. When things heat up and fate steps in (in the form of a tiny, helpless puppy), will she have what it takes to agree to an LDR. Will he even trust that the wild child is capable of it?
This hilarious romp through the lives of Bang and Lumber Jack will leave you questioning everything you ever knew about LDRs. Sexy, sweet, funny, with a little bit of ‘oh no they didn’t’, Frost and Dauphin have teamed up for another read of EPIC proportions.
You’re going to love it. Hopefully.
***18 + DUE TO THE NATURE OF THE BOOK. LANGUAGE, SEX…. SEX…***
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“Jack?” she says as her eyes travel down my body.
Son of a bitch.
“Nice to see you, big boy,” she grins at me again then walks closer to me so every part of her is touching me.
My instinct is to take a step back, and when I do, she steps with me. I take another step back. She steps with me, and now she’s pushing me back and into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us.
“What’re you doing here?” I try not to sound so dumbfounded but she’s the last person I thought I’d see. At least not in this situation.
“Shh, Able’s downstairs,” her voice purrs as her hands travel to parts of my body I’ve only dreamed of since our last encounter.
“Able? You’re with Able? You’re Able’s sitter while Ry and Liam are on vacation?” I sound like a bumbling idiot, but what is this woman doing!? Able’s downstairs and she’s stroking my cock in Liam’s bathroom!
“Yep, all week.” Her lips go to my neck and her hands keep stroking. This is the best feeling I’ve felt in a while. Ever since that night.
When she starts nipping her way down my chest I have to take a deep breath so I don’t blow my load right there in her hands.
FOR3VER
When it came to her lifelong friendship to the Porter boys, Ryley Reynolds knew one thing to be true: The 3 of them would be friends forever. Friends ’till the end.
When life got in the way of their plans, one decision changed the course of all of their lives.
Five years later, friends are brought back together, secrets are unveiled, and love is found again. Has too much damage been done to erase the past?
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Thelma and Louise. Boris and Natasha. Frost and Dauphin. When these two teamed up, they never knew how amazing it would be working together to create wonderful masterpieces of joy, tears, humor, and heartbreak. Dauphin’s favorite part about Frost? The fact that she puts up with her. Period. ALSO, the fact that she makes her writing better every damn time. She’s friggin’ brilliant. Frosts favorite thing about Dauphin? Frost loves the fact that when they get together to create it becomes a tornado of brilliance that Frost couldn’t be more grateful to be caught up in with Dauphin. Dauphin’s artistic abilities and mad skillz make Frost so proud to be associated with her (it makes her look good too). Also if Dauphin didn’t adult for the both of them, not much would get done.
Each a mom and a wife, Frost actually holds down a job while containing the crazy while Dauphin sits at home with the tinies and eats bon-bon’s all day (if you ask her husband) ;)
Creating babies together has been the best adventure either of them has ever been on. You should most definitely check them out at www.facebook.com/malpalwrites and check out their books. They would love you for3ver.
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August 24, 2015
WRENCHED – by Emma James – A #mustread
WRENCHED
(Hell’s Bastard, #1)
by Emma James
Release Date: September 1
EDGE
My name is Dallas ‘Edge’ Masson and I’m the Soulless Bastards MC’s enforcer.
I was raised by an evil bastard.
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
I have personal business.
Whisper is my business.
I will be her judge and jury.
My father may have been Hell’s Bastard, but he was still my father.
They say blood is thicker than water.
I’m about to find out.
WHISPER
Life has been a bitch to me.
I don’t even know my full name.
I was a secret.
Miss Catherine changed my life.
I have friends.
I trust in people.
But then it all had to be wrenched away from me.
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One bullet to maim and cause pain…
Oooph! Is all I can grunt out as I’m slammed sideways into the ground from the place I had been stalking my prey.
One second I was aiming at the old whore so I could give her a taste of pain before we got down to business, and the next I’m bulldozed sideways as I pull the trigger, my head bouncing off the ground like a crash dummy.
WTF?
A body has landed on me and the next thing I feel is a jaw crunching blow to my face which feels like a sledge hammer has tried to take my head off. I’m left dazed and disorientated.
I was pissed before, but now I’m fucking furious, rage has me twisting about on the ground trying to see what the fuck just happened.
Jesus, her nipples are so hard I whistle at the sight of them. “Nice tits, little lady”. She pushes them up closer toward my face. I duck my head swiping my tongue over one as she starts to ride me. I suck it inside my mouth and bite down on it, enough to have her arch up a little in pain. Then she’s offering me the other one. She’s a greedy little thing.
I pull her hair out of her pony tail and she shakes her hair out which is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I have her amazing body naked on my bike while she straddles my dick and her hair is flowing wild behind her as the mild breeze catches it.
I need more.
I slide my hands under her thighs and tug her legs up and pull her inside me a little closer. She lays back against the petrol tank, moving so my balls are gonna spank her rim. Then I take over.
Emma James lives in Queensland, Australia with her supportive husband, three children and a big black Labrador. Life is busy and most entertaining in the James household.
Writing has been a part of her life for many years. Life was getting on and it was time to put her fears aside and do what she does best. It was time to show readers what she was made of, take that leap off the diving board and see where it takes her.
Emma is a creative person at heart. She loves to read as much as write, devouring books into the wee hours of the morning.
Who needs sleep, right?
She loves hearing from readers, so please feel free to drop her a PM on Facebook.
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Filed under: leteisha newton Tagged: Contemporar Romance, Emma James, FMR, FMR S, romance, Wrenched, writing
August 20, 2015
BAD Alpha Release! Talking with Author April Zyon @evernightpub
Blurb:
Streak politics, and differences in opinions forced Kurt Owens to choose his own path. While it may be outside of the law in many regards he sees it as ensuring justice for the true victims of crimes when the system fails them. It’s his way of seeing the guilty pay, and keeping his own inner beast in check with the violence, and blood it craves.
Everyone thinks having a super power would be great. Alexa Harold would beg to differ. She’s been cursed to see ghosts, the dead not yet having gone to their final resting place, or judgment, or wherever they belong. They track her down, and harass her until she’s ready to go mad. Learning early in life what she needs to avoid has been the only saving grace in keeping her sanity intact.
Then she sees a man who couldn’t possibly be real. It was just her luck that such a prime specimen would in fact be deceased. Only he isn’t, and he’s taking notice of her. With a little temptation, some mystery, and a taunt he leaves her wanting more.
Kurt never thought he’d find his mate outside of the streak, or streak functions. While those of a supernatural inclination aren’t exactly rare, they have had to be careful and keep their population down. Alexa is the woman for him the only one he could ever want or need. And when her life is put in danger by his own past Kurt won’t stop until everyone understands to get to this tiger’s mate, they’ll have to get through him.
Excerpt:
Wrapping his hand around the fresh longneck the bartender slid his way, Kurt lifted it to his lips to take a long drink. His contact was late. Never a good sign when the guy who did all his go-between work wasn’t on time. Especially when it was payday.
Kurt would give the man another half hour before hunting his ass down. Any longer than that and the ditzy blonde at the other end of the bar might garner up some courage to come talk to him. Her friends had been daring her to since they’d caught sight of him. So far she’d resisted their urging despite the number of hungry looks she’d sent his way.
While he had zero problems hooking up with some random, preferably nameless, chick in a bar, that one looked like serious trouble. He could have given anyone a multitude of reasons why. Namely he knew she was trouble by the two thousand dollar shoes, one and a half thou handbag, and he didn’t even want to tally up her outfit. Kurt wasn’t a connoisseur of fashion, not even close, but he’d been around enough to start to recognize the brand names. He had to be observant in what he did, as otherwise he’d end up dead.
He took another long pull from the bottle, camouflaging his perusal of the group so that they wouldn’t perceive it as interest. The blonde was downing shots. Freaking fan-fucking-tastic. If she put enough down, she’d likely get up the courage to actually wobble over in her overpriced stilettos. Not what he wanted tonight. He was here to get paid for the job he’d completed, and then he was going to find a place where no one knew him to crash for many hours of peaceful slumber.
Tensing, he felt someone getting close he let out a breath. Only the waitress. He’d chosen the end of the bar with the wall to his back so he could see the entire place, and so no one could get too close without him knowing. While it sucked if he had to bail, it was tactically the wisest location in case trouble came calling.
And blonde bimbo was making her move. Son of a fucking bitch. She tottered across the bar, closing the distance between them as he waved the bartender over for another cold one. Relief crashed through him as his contact slid onto the empty seat at Kurt’s side.
“Sorry, man, fucking accident six blocks over fucked me right up. I’m late. I sincerely apologize. Didn’t know it was there until I was in the thick of the shit. It’s truly amazing how perfectly decent human beings turn into the Grim fucking Reaper when there’s a DOA at a crash. Couldn’t get a single one of them to move enough to let me through. Fuckers all looked at me like I was the douchebag.”
Lenny signaled the bartender when he’d finished his spiel. Kurt gave the man a few moments to take a drink before he acknowledged him. “No worries,” he said quietly. He didn’t bother mentioning he’d been mere minutes from heading out to hunt his scrawny ass down. No reason to upset the little guy unduly. Besides, Lenny knew what Kurt would do to him if the man didn’t show up for a meet.
“I tucked it into the usual spot,” Lenny said. Which meant Kurt’s payment was secured in Kurt’s truck in the lockbox in the back. “I may have another gig for you. I’ll need to do some background, and check a few of the less clear details, but I should know something in a couple of days.”
Kurt gave a slow nod. The blonde was back at the table of idiotic sorority types downing more shots. “Shoot me a text for a meet when you feel confident about it.”
While Lenny might give the impression of being the unreliable sort, Kurt did trust him. To a degree. The man brokered all the deals, kept Kurt out of it all, and ensured Kurt got paid for what he did. Doing what he did, it wasn’t like Kurt could set up a web page and advertise. That was just begging for a one way ticket to a ten by eight cell for life, if not the chair.
Tipping his beer up he did another visual sweep of the place. Movement from the end of the bar near the girls caught his attention. Son of a … bikers, why the hell is it always bikers? Most were good guys even if they did shit that had the law on their asses most of the time. Then there were the wannabes who acted tough, blew smoke, and basically started shit. The guys making lewd gestures to one another about the sorority sisters were very definitely in the second category.
Big, scary looking, and assholes. They’d also been drinking so it was a situation ripe, and ready to explode. Setting his beer down Kurt turned slightly. “You may want to finish that up, and clear out. There’s about to be trouble in here.”
Kurt was itching for a fight. His last job had gone smoothly, too smoothly for him. He was a hands-on sort that liked to get good and bloody. The biker assholes might finally give him a way to let off a bit of steam. And if he happened to break a few of their bones or faces, all the better in his mind. While Kurt’s conscience didn’t pipe up all that often, there was no way he’d risk the guy that was his go-to man.
“Uh, shit, right.” Lenny chugged the last of his beer quickly. He reached to his pocket.
“I got it, go.” Kurt pulled off a couple of bills to pay for his beers and Lenny’s. The man took a cut off every job Kurt completed, which was all of them because he was that fucking good, but Kurt still paid for his drinks at every meet.
“One of these days I will pay for a drink, you know.”
“You can try, but we both know who has the better and faster moves. Now go. You’re no use to me in a hospital.”
“The love and concern for my wellbeing I feel pouring off you warms my heart.”
Hearing the sarcasm Kurt turned his eyes on the other man, and growled. Not some pissy ass sound a human could make, but a sound only a born predator could pull from the bowels of his gut.
Tiger’s Mate is part of the Bad Alpha anthology published with Evernight Publishing. I am honored to be part of this anthology with these other amazing authors. Simply fabulous men and women.
April Zyon (me!)
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Filed under: Books, erotica, Evernight Publishing, romance, writing Tagged: April Zyon, Bad Alpha, erotic romance, Evernight, Evernight Publishing, romance
August 17, 2015
BALLAD Cover Reveal by Anne Mercier! #MustRead #FMR
Ballad
(Rockstar Series, #5)
Anne Mercier
Ben’s Story
She walked on the bus and my heart stopped beating. When she looked my way with that sassy smile, it came back to life. Looking at her, getting to know her, I know she’s the one for me—but she’s so young. Her life is just starting and I’ve already done my fair share of living. I want her to be mine but is it right for me to ask her to settle down before she’s really had a chance to live?
He keeps watching me. I can’t help but look back. He’s gorgeous: tall, messy dark hair, and those intensely blue eyes captivating me. My life hasn’t been easy by any means. Because of that I’ve had to grow up much faster than normal women do. I think that’s why our age difference doesn’t bother me at all. I wish it didn’t bother him because this attraction isn’t going away anytime soon and, in truth, I don’t want it to. He could very possibly be my happily-ever-after and no matter how much he tries, I’m not going to let him talk me out of it until we give this a fighting chance.
Falling Down (Rockstar, #1)
Jesse Kingston, lead singer for Falling Down, is a tall, dark, and gorgeous temptation I don’t want to resist.
I’m going to ignore all the warning signs and do what I normally wouldn’t—I’m going to indulge my fantasies and give this sexy rocker what he wants and something he won’t soon forget—me.
Will our time together end up changing this bad boy? Or will it end up changing me?
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Blush (Rockstar, #2)
You know how people say they woke up in Vegas married and you’re like, how the hell could that possibly happen? Who does that? Well, us apparently… and the press is having a field day.
Let’s not even get started on the topic of my mother. Then there’s my grandpa wanting to meet my new husband–that’s not scary at all. On top of that, we’re heading out on tour and I’m a nervous wreck–factor in the fact that Jesse’s newly changed marital status doesn’t seem to be an issue for the groupies. Nothing deters them. Not even the fact that I’m standing right there when they proposition him.
I can handle the press, my mom, and even my grandpa. But the women who are ruining my current mood of “happy”, well, they’ve got another thing coming. It’s time to put these women in their place because nobody messes with my happily ever after.
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Amplify (Rockstar, #3)
SeraHe’s my protector, my confidante. Then one night he became more. I want him, I need him, and, if I’m honest with myself, I love him. I just don’t know if he’ll ever see me as more than what we’ve always been: friends. I don’t want to lose him but it’s getting harder and harder to keep my feelings to myself. Should I risk it all or play it safe?
Cage
She’s my light, my saving grace. The night we came together I knew I could never live without her. I want her to be mine: my lover, my friend. Maybe, if I can get her to see past all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together, she’ll be my forever. It just might be time to turn it up and go for broke.
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Interlude (Rockstar, #4)
Past to present…
PAST:
It all starts with a glimpse into the past of Falling Down, when Jesse meets Lucy, and everything you’ve wondered about Cage. Let’s see how they got to where they are right now.
PRESENT:
It’s time to prepare to go back out on tour. Let’s meet the Blush Baby and get everyone settled in for what looks to be like a kick ass finish to the BFD tour.
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I was born and raised in Wisconsin and still live here today with my two sons and puppy. (Though one day soon I hope to move to Southern California!)
I’m an avid reader who gets inspired by reading the stories from my favorite authors as well as listening to various types of music. I am a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, desserts, autumn, M. Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Through my books, I am proudly creating new Avenged Sevenfold and Milo Ventimiglia fans one reader at a time.
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“The best part of being an author, to me, is being able to take the reader to that one place they long to go when they need to escape reality. Knowing I can do that, for even one reader, makes what I do worthwhile.” ~ Anne Mercier
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August 16, 2015
THE PRICE OF SECRECY – The Weatherman 3 by @RavennaTate #NewRelease
THE PRICE OF SECRECY –
The Weathermen 3
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BLURB
Angela Davidson lands her dream job with Greco Communications, but quickly learns her new boss, the enigmatic Dominic Greco, has a dark secret he works hard to conceal. Angela understands secrets because she’s been hiding one of her own for sixteen years and if it’s discovered, she will end up dead.
Dominic is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.
They call themselves the Weathermen…
ADULT EXCERPT
Angela moaned loudly into Dominic’s open mouth as his tongue parted her lips. Holy fuck this man can kiss! Her pussy was soaked, and every inch of her skin ached to touch him. She forgot where they were and pushed closer to his warm, hard body, going so far as to rub her abdomen across his erection. Holy shit. This was nothing like she’d imagined it would be, and she didn’t care if he was her brand new boss, or that they’d just had a two and a half hour lunch. She wanted to be horizontal with him in the worst fucking way.
She’d even take semi-upright. She’d bend over this table and lift her skirt if that’s what he wanted. Fuck it all. It had been way, way too long since she’d been kissed and held, and no man had ever moved his lips and tongue over hers like he was doing now. She wanted more. So much more.
When he released her mouth, she stared at him until he finally picked up her purse and handed it to her. Then he took her hand, and she simply walked, letting him lead the way. Her legs felt like jelly. His hand was so warm it made her entire body hot. She could only imagine what the rest of his skin would feel like next to hers.
They said nothing on the walk back, but she felt the lust and heat coming off him in waves. Inside the elevator, they were alone, and this was the same private elevator she’d taken before her interview. He keyed in a code, and then the floor she now worked on. It wouldn’t stop for anyone else. They had it all to themselves.
He turned toward her, and then he cupped her face and stared into her eyes with so much intensity she thought her heart would stop. “This is madness,” he whispered. “But I can’t stop.”
She didn’t have a chance to ask him what his cryptic comment about this being madness meant because he pushed her up against the wall of the car and kissed her like he might never do so again. She reached for his hair, and he caught her wrists, pinning her arms overhead. The gesture was so damn sexy and dominant that she nearly came. He moved closer to her, grinding his bulge against her body until she was so damn wet she knew she’d need to change her panties.
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Filed under: Evernight Publishing, Ravenna Tate Tagged: Contemporary, Evernight, Evernight Publishing, Ravenna Tate, romance, The Price of Secrecy, The Weathermen
August 14, 2015
Erzabet Bishop #BeyondFairytales Club Beam @erzabetbishop
I have Erzabet Bishop with me today, and I’m ecstatic about that and talking about her Shadow World Series!
Get ready to look Beyond Fairytales
Blurb:
In the Shadow World, nothing is as it seems.
Detective Sydney Marr is having a very bad day. Her boss is on the warpath, she’s being treated for a werewolf bite, and her current case has hit a dead end. When her friend Erika talks Syd into going with her to Club Beam, she jumps at the chance, even if it means spending an evening without her spell arsenal. A high-class vampire bar and fetish club, Club Beam is fantasy made real.
Club owner and Dom Gideon Raines spies the red-haired beauty and is transfixed. A fight against a skillful murderer brings war for fae and vampire alike. Sometimes when you play with monsters, the monsters play back.
Release date: May 5, 2015
Pages: 106
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Line: Beyond Fairy Tales, Shadow World Series
Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy, Fairy Tale, m/f
Inspiration and motivation:
When I first contacted Decadent Publishing to inquire about their fairy tale line I was assigned a story called “The Beam.” I looked it up and found out it was about a wizard who is bested by a woman and he exacts his revenge. Whenever I encounter a new project like this, I have to sit down and think about what all the moving parts mean. In this case, how to turn a story like this into a modern romance that readers would find appealing. Since I tend to write urban fantasy slanted pieces, I immediately laser beamed in on the wizard and witch part. I mean, how cool is that to have a ready-made story ripe for the picking? I just had to add some modern twists. What would be more modern than a witchy karaoke event and fairy tale fetish night?
The process of writing for me is an organic one. It begins with a legal pad and a series of colorful sticky notes and a foam board. I start thinking about the chapters and what needs to happen to make the story move and there you go-plot points on sticky notes I can adjust as needed. It works too. Sydney had lots of thoughts on where she wanted to go and believe me, she is still in there talking. The second book in the Shadow World series is already writing itself (think dragon shifters and a psychic) and I can see the fireworks shaping up nicely.
Check out further adventures with Master Gideon and Sydney in Sci Spanks 2015 now available on Amazon. You might just get invited for a session behind the Red Door. Master Gideon has a paddle and he’s ready to play. There will be more where that came from, you can count on that…
I hope you will enjoy the introduction to my Shadow World series and return to Club Beam for many more adventures. I am happy to share that the audio book is now in the works.
Buy links:
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Excerpt:
“Once upon a time….” Erika sang and waggled her eyebrows. “Come on, Sydney. Live a little. This club is smoking hot, and you’ll love it.”
Sydney grumbled under her breath and watched the club-goers parade past, each dressed like a fairy-tale character. The Little Mermaid trounced by in a see-through, diaphanous gown revealing too much in the way of personal attributes. Sleeping Beauty sashayed down the sidewalk with a leash around the neck of her Prince Charming. A woman in a way-too-short Red Riding Hood outfit approached. Her arm was wrapped around a seductress dressed in wolf ears, a tail, and a skimpy thong-style bikini. Red carried a basket full of what looked like pink fuzzy handcuffs and a can of whipped cream, which she swung into Syd.
“Hey!”
The red-cloaked vixen sent her a wink and traipsed on by, joined by a near-pornographic version of the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. Any shorter and the skirt would show her naughty bits. Or maybe that was the plan.
Syd had just gotten off her day shift as a detective, and the last thing she wanted to do was be around more people. Especially people with more skin showing than on late-night cable shows. Her head hurt from the lights and the pulse of the music, and her stupid witch costume was pinching her toes. Erika’s scant fairy costume hugged all her curves, her breasts bursting from the bodice. The skirt barely covered her backside, and the strappy silver sandals showed off her silver-glitter nail polish.
The building loomed next to them. A giant warehouse-like structure, it was large enough to house all manner of mischief, and Syd was itching with the desire to get inside and find out just what was going on behind its doors. The sidewalk was flagged by trees lit up with twinkly white lights, adding an upscale ambiance to the area. What in the daylight looked like an industrial area gone to the dogs had been transformed into an attractive and well-attended venue.
She didn’t have the heart to tell Erika she’d been here once already today for the case she was working on, but the entrance had been sealed up tighter than a drum. Sydney’s recourse was to infiltrate Club Beam by night as a patron. Her sergeant, Debra, would kill her if she realized Syd had even considered going in without backup. So would her partner, James. Erika had asked her to come so she wouldn’t be alone, and, despite herself, Syd couldn’t resist. To catch a vampire, you had to go out at night, and Club Beam was the hot spot. After last month’s fuckup, she had to do this and do it right, even if it killed her. James was on medical leave, and it remained up to her to get this guy before someone else got killed or turned furry.
I will not think about becoming one of the terminally furry. It’s over. Move on. Take the pills the doctor gave you and freaking pray.
“Oh look. I think I see Snow White.” Erika stood on her tiptoes and craned her head along the huge expanse of line they still had to navigate to get inside.
Syd peered into the crowd and grimaced. Hairy legs. More makeup than a Mac commercial. “Nope. That was a guy in drag.”
Erika narrowed her eyes. “God, Syd. You’re the world’s biggest wet blanket ever.”
Sydney shifted her weight and moved another two steps toward the door as the line inched forward. “I told you, I’ve had a hard day. We had a homicide case come in, and I’ve been out beating the street. I want to go home and bury my head under my pillow. But, no. Out of the kindness of my heart, here I am standing in line at a vampire bar with a bunch of overgrown kids playing dress-up in fairy-tale fetish wear.”
About the Author:
Erzabet Bishop is the author of Club Beam, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Tethered, Pomegranate, Temptation Resorts Jess and Marnie interactive choose your own adventure romances and more. She is a contributing author to The Big Book of Submission, Slave Girls, Hungry for More and many other anthologies. She is a winner of two 2015 Goldie Awards for her work in anthologies and an active member of the Romance Writers of America. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and is often playing at local bookstores. Follow her posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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Filed under: Books, erotica, Fantasy, romance Tagged: BDSM, Beyond Fairytales, Club Beam, Decadent Publishing, Erzabet Bishop, paranormal romance, Shadow World Series, Urban Fantasy
August 13, 2015
#NewRelease The Rhythm: Living Victorious Book 1 by Moira Callahan @EvernightPub #GIVEAWAY
BLURB:
Living Victorious, 1
Jennifer Mitchell has only one goal in mind—she must get an interview with the band, Victorious. It’s a task many journalists have attempted over the last ten years, only to be shot down by the band’s manager. The fact she desperately wants to meet their drummer has absolutely nothing to do with it.
Being the drummer for Victorious allows Lance West to remain out of the spotlight, and still have an important role in creating the music their fans clamor for. Then he meets Jennifer. While she may be focused on an exclusive interview, Lance has other ideas for the sexy woman.
Screaming fans and thunderous applause might warm his blood, but Lance only wants one woman to warm his bed night after night. She is everything to him, the rhythm that soothes his scarred soul, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.
EXCERPT:
His hand moved to wrap around her throat forcing her chin up. She didn’t feel threatened. It had her knees wobbling, and her pussy throbbing in need. “I actually do need to say them, Jennifer. It’s a driving need to try and explain to you what I’m thinking and feeling.” He stroked his thumb over her pulse tenderly while staring down at her.
Swallowing, she pressed her hands lightly to his chest, her fingers stroking over the tight muscle until she settled them on the waist of his jeans. “Why?” she asked. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking either. Popping the top button loose, she worked her way down the line of buttons until his jeans gaped open. She quickly discovered he was going commando under his jeans when she rubbed a finger to the short curls at his groin.
At her throat, his hand flexed. His pupils dilated, and his breathing turned sharper. “Because we’re connected. On a level I can’t begin to describe, in a way I’m not sure I can comprehend. All I know is that you are important and that means you need to know exactly how I feel about you. All of you.”
His words hit her hard. No one had said anything of the sort to her before. There was a deeper meaning behind them. She wasn’t ready to dissect them yet, but later she knew she would. All she could do right then was fist the front of his jeans and push to her toes to kiss him. She didn’t have any words to give back, her mind, and tongue too tied in knots to try. But she could maybe make him understand that she got it with a kiss.
The hand at her throat slid around into her hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid over hers to tangle with it. Moaning into the kiss, she pushed at his jeans until gravity took over.
She felt him shift to kick them away, and then his body was pressed up tight against hers. With the hand in her hair and the other that landed on her ass, he began to move her. Until she felt the bed at the backs of her legs, she hadn’t cared where he was guiding her. In that moment, she needed him with a growing ferocity that scared her.
Twisting, she pushed him to his back on the mattress. A knee next to his hip helped her up to straddle him. Then their mouths were fused together again. Another moan tore from her as he rolled, and pushed them further up on the bed. The sensations bombarding her when he settled his body to hers nearly had her coming apart at the seams.
It had been too long since she’d had the intimate touch of a man. But never, not once, had she truly felt this in tune with another person as she did with Lance. Both a terrifying and extremely liberating sensation. Now if only she could convince him to move things along.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, and only has a few select criteria that have to be in each of her books. A great story, steamy romance, and a HEA ending. The sub-genre isn’t as important to her as making whatever she writes feel real, and in the moment to her readers.
To that end she insists her characters be as real as everyday folks, even if they are blessed with a little fictional fairy dust to make them anyone’s personal fantasy. They must have faults, they must have a weakness, and they must have soul. To that end she writes her characters with a mixture of traits – a dash from herself, and something borrowed from a friend. This way the character is as perfectly imperfect as any other person on the planet.
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Filed under: Evernight Publishing Tagged: Contemporary, Erotic, Evernight Publishing, Living Victorious Series, mf, Moira Callahan, Rubenesque
August 12, 2015
#NewRelease Deep Water by Nicola Cameron @EvernighPub #MustRead
DEEP WATER by NICOLA CAMERON
BLURB:
Poseidon, God of the Sea, has spent millennia alone due to a single terrible act. His consort Amphitrite has sworn never to forgive him, and he’s forced to live with the knowledge that he drove an innocent girl to her doom.
But when one of the Olympic Cove cottages gets an occupant with an all-too-familiar soul, Poseidon discovers that the Fates have given him a second chance. Now he must try to right the wrongs of the past and win back both his beloved consort and the mate he betrayed.
Assuming, of course, that the Mad Nereid Thetis doesn’t interfere…
BUY LINKS:
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/deep-water-by-nicola-cameron/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Water-Olympic-Cove-Book-ebook/dp/B013PLGH98
All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-deepwater-1870327-143.html
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/deep-water-mmf
From Nicola Cameron
Thanks so much for having me on your blog. Deep Water is the third book in my Olympic Cove series, and it’s where things start getting really interesting (read: complicated, dangerous, and just plain weird) for the residents of Olympic Cove. This book stars Poseidon, his estranged consort Amphitrite, and a dying British marine biologist named Griffin Moore who turns out to be the reincarnation of Medusa, the beautiful handmaiden of Athena who was seduced by Poseidon in Athena’s own temple and turned into the hideous Gorgon as punishment.
Or was she? As a long time fan of Greek mythology I never cared for the gods’ tendency to “seduce” anyone they liked, strolling off afterwards with no consequences. Medusa isn’t just a vain handmaiden in this version of the story, and while there is one very uncomfortable scene, I think it gives her much more agency over her own life.
EXCERPT
Feeling like he was in another one of his dreams, Griffin let himself be eased onto the beach blanket. He stretched out, wiggling a bit to get comfortable as Dunn followed him and did the same. Overhead, the Floridian night was heavily spangled with stars.
“This is nice. Should’ve done this the first night I got here.” He glanced at Dunn. The man was a shadowy form stretched out at length, hands clasped placidly on his middle. “Comfortable?”
“Very,” Dunn said, staring up at the stars. “You’re right. This is quite lovely.”
“Yeah.” Griffin swallowed. He had no idea what to do next.
Except to be honest. “Dunn, I need to say something.”
“Mm?”
“I hope this doesn’t offend you because I really don’t want to do that, and to be honest I don’t know why I feel this way but…” He swallowed, hearing his throat click. “I really want to kiss you right now. If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I understand, but I thought I’d ask.”
“Ah.” Dunn’s head turned towards him. “Well, then, if we’re being honest, I’d like to kiss you as well.”
Something electric shot through Griffin, swamping the fear. “Oh. I didn’t … I mean, I thought—”
“That I prefer women? I do, as I suspect you do. But I’ve been known to make exceptions.” The other man chuckled softly. “I believe the term is heteroflexible.”
My God, has he done this before? That’s not bad, though. At least one of us knows what he’s doing. “Okay, good. Um…”
“Shall I come over there?”
“Please.”
Griffin rolled onto his side and Dunn mirrored him. A hand came up and cupped his cheek, warm against the soft coolness of the evening breeze.
He closed his eyes as Dunn leaned forward. Lips brushed against his, delicately intent. His lips tingled under the soft pressure, and he could feel the prickle of Dunn’s mustache and beard, something he’d never felt before, at least not during a kiss.
It was weird and slightly scary. It was also fucking terrific. “Do that again,” he whispered when Dunn pulled back.
“Eagerness. I like that in a man.”
They kissed again, and Griffin let his lips open. The tip of Dunn’s tongue traced along them with that same delicacy. The sensation sizzled across his nerve endings, poking his dormant libido right where it counted.
Dunn pulled back a bit. “If you want to stop at any time, say so,” he said, his voice rough.
“Right, got it. Now kiss me again.”
He did, tongue slipping into Griffin’s mouth with deft skill. Griffin gave himself over to it, enjoying the sensation. It was similar to kissing a woman but with a different undertone to it, hungrier somehow. He felt like he didn’t have to hold back, that anything he threw at Dunn the other man could take.
And then Dunn’s tongue licked along the roof of his mouth, sending sparks of desire shooting through him. He couldn’t help moaning in unabashed pleasure.
Dunn took that as a signal to roll closer, fitting himself along Griffin’s body. It was like the kiss, scary and exciting at the same time. Dunn slid an arm around him, a hand coming to rest in the small of his back as his mouth continued to duel sweetly with Griffin’s.
After a bit Griffin felt something poking him in the thigh. It dawned on him what was happening. He broke the kiss with a gasp, sucking in air. “Fuck. You’re hard.”
“Well, yes, that does happen.” Dunn sounded amused. “Does it bother you?”
Griffin gulped. It should, he knew that. And yet all he wanted to do was do a wicked little shimmy against Dunn, make the other man moan for once. “No. It’s fine.”
But Dunn paused, his hand lightening on Griffin’s back. “You’re not aroused.”
He shook his head. “It was the last round of radiation. Haven’t been able to get it up since.”
“Oh.” Dunn’s hand came to rest again, but now it was on his waist. “Am I hurting you? Doing this, I mean?”
“If you’re asking me if you’re giving me blue balls, yeah, a little.” He swallowed again. “If you’re asking me if I want to stop, the answer’s no. Just don’t expect me to be poking you back.”
He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn he saw Dunn smile. “All right.”
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).
Website: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com/blog
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Filed under: Evernight Publishing Tagged: Evernight, Evernight Publishing, Hot Release, must read, New Release, Nicola Cameron, romance
