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July 27, 2015
#TasteTuesday The Alpha Gladiator by Beth Carter ~ Because who didn’t love Spartacus!!!
We have Beth Carter with us today to share her new book The Alpha Gladiator and I’m super exited. Take it away Beth!
Okay, I admit it…I fell in love with Spartacus as played by Andy Whitfield in the Starz adaptation. How horrible that he succumbed to non-Hodgkin lymphoma shortly after wrapping up the first season. During the second season, the producers decided to introduce a new gladiator which, in my opinion, was one hot hunk to watch! So when the third season came back, with a new lead to play Spartacus, it didn’t seem such a sad departure from Andy.
I became fascinated by the dynamics of the politics behind the gladiator games. The origin of gladiatorial combat is open to debate. There is evidence of it in funeral rites during the Punic Wars of the 3rd century BC, and thereafter it rapidly became an essential feature of politics and social life in the Roman world. Its popularity led to its use in ever more lavish and costly games. The gladiator games lasted for nearly a thousand years. (Thanks, Wikipedia!)
The Alpha Gladiator was actually written to be part of an anthology, but it came out as too sci-fi, so I switched it to the novella story line, Romance on the Go, for Evernight Publishing. The Spartacus story might have provided the idea, but I moved everything into a futuristic slash paranormal setting. The next story I have planned in this line features more of the slave and gladiator dynamics, not quite so paranormal but still within the realms of mystical. Hopefully that will be written soon, after I wrap up a few other series.
Ravage is the fierce Alpha of his people, the Lycans. During the mating celebration, while their guards are down, his people are attacked and twelve are captured for the gladiator games of Kappuah, including Aleirah, the woman Ravage wants above all others.
He tries to resist, but he’s unwilling to see his men and his female harmed by the ruthless tyrants of the games. He must make the ultimate sacrifice of taking lives if he’s to protect his people.
But there is one secret no one knows, and Ravage is more than willing to show how some myths are based in truth, by letting his inner wolf come out to destroy all those who enslaved them.
BUY LINKS:
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-alpha-gladiator-by-beth-d-carter/
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thealphagladiator-1857851-140.html
Excerpt:
“I remember.” He looked around. “You are a compassionate woman. Caring and kind. You would make me a great mate.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”
“A mate. I have been waiting for you to enter the mating ceremony for ten years, Aleirah. Surly you knew that?”
She shook her head. “No. I … ah … no. I don’t think I would make a very good mate for an Alpha.”
“Why would you think that?” he asked, a bit vexed. Ravage was fast learning she could be a little stubborn.
“I’m…” She paused and cleared her throat. “I just don’t think I would.”
“I beg to differ, and I hope you allow me to change your mind.” He stepped closer to her and her breath hitched in her throat. He tilted her face up and her mouth dropped open on a breathless little sigh. The he offered her his elbow. “Would you take a walk with me through the night?”
She bit her bottom lip with her top teeth, and the action had an interesting effect on his dick, which jumped to attention. Ravage could just imagine her sinking her teeth into his shoulder as he thrust into her beautiful body. Hesitantly, she took his arm and as soon as she touched him, he placed his hand on top of hers, trapping her by his side. Now that he had her, he wasn’t about to let her get away.
He pulled her away from both bonfires, into the woods, letting the darkness shroud them. Sometimes it was easier to let go of secrets and fears when the other person was cloaked in shadow. The night had always been a friend of the Lycanis people, so Ravage used the moon to his advantage.
“I remember you from when we were children,” he murmured.
“I remember you too,” she said softly.
He grinned, pleased with her answer. She may deny that she wanted to be his mate, but the pheromones coming off her body indicated otherwise. Aleirah found him desirable. Whether or not she wanted to be his mate, her body had already begun changing to accept his claiming bite. Now, he just had to get her to admit it, and he wasn’t above using seduction on his part.
Author Bio and Info:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor
http://www.tsu.co/BethDCarterAuthor
http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/
Amazon author page:
http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1
So let’s talk about you a little Beth, since I have you here!
What’s your favorite thing about being a writer/author?
My favorite thing is breathing life into characters I create. I think about stories, I think about scenarios. I am constantly working through plots and solving problems. I work and rework dialogue until it’s perfect. I build backstory and complete character arcs. And I absolutely LOVE it.
Why do you write?
I write because I have to. Some people have a compulsion to exercise eight hours a day training other. Some people work day and night to save lives. Some people fight tirelessly for the environment or for animal preservation. We’re each born with the ability and need to do something and for me that is writing.
Do you read the same genre that you write? Why or why not?
Absolutely! I started reading romance when I was in the fifth grade and picked up one of my mother’s Harlequin Presents. Maya Banks introduced me to erotica romance and I never looked back. But I love books in general. They are definitely my drug of choice.
What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
I have a very dry sense of humor which I put into my books, usually through the comic relief characters (like the best friend). I usually write about places I’ve lived or been, so my books are set all over the place, including Paris, France where I lived for four months.
The 5 writing pet peeves that simply drive me insane.
Homework. As soon as my son gets home from school, it’s all about homework. The kid was in third grade and is doing algebra. Seriously, I pulled my hair out every day. It’s a wonder I’m not bald.
The dog. I think she’s able to read minds because the moment I’m concentrating and the words are flowing, that’s when she brings her leash, barking for a walk.
Facebook. I spend too much damn time looking at all the funny memes and sexy pictures my fellow authors like to put up.
My muse. I’m hard at work trying to write out a complicated and scene and she’s like “Wait! I’ve got this awesome idea for another story!” Most of the time she wakes me up at three am. Bitch.
Character changes. Most of the time I can envision the beginning and ending to a story, but every once in a while the ending slips away, due to the direction of where the characters take me. When that happens I struggle a lot to maintain the plot. I’ve shelved some great stories because of this.
Filed under: Beth D Carter, Evernight Publishing, romance, The Alpha Gladiator Tagged: Beth Carter, erotica, Evernight, must read, Paranormal, paranormal romance, romance, Spartacus, The Alpha Gladiator
July 26, 2015
#MustHaveMonday KING STUD by @LivRancourt from @EvernightPub
The hardest part of any remodel is avoiding the studs…
Blurb
Danielle’s got three months to make her Grandmother’s rundown Craftsman house livable. Her game plan is to get in, get grubby, and get back home to L.A. She needs a carpenter, and her best friend’s younger brother is a good one. It’s hard to ignore the buffed body under Ryan’s paint-splattered sweatshirts, but her friend declares he’s off-limits so Danielle reluctantly agrees.
Ryan doesn’t have the cleanest record, anyway. His recently ex-ed girlfriend wants him back, and he has a reputation for brawling. He’s also had a crush on Danielle since he was a kid. Despite their nine-year age difference, he knows she’s worth pursuing.
Soon the paint under Danielle’s fingernails starts feeling more natural than the L.A. sunshine. She’ll have to navigate plumbing disasters, money problems, and one seriously cranky best friend to find something she hasn’t had before: a real home, and a man who loves her.
Excerpt
“Right.” Ryan flipped the ice pack from one hand to the other. “Why’d your grandmother leave you the house?”
“Because I’m cute.” She scraped back a stray hank of hair, her smile as blank as she could make it. Danielle suspected her grandmother had left her the house because it had always been her safe place, but Ryan didn’t need a rehash of her poor-little-rich-girl saga.
His eyes still held a question, but after a moment he nodded and stepped farther back. “Let’s get those boards.”
“Cool.”
They carried in the two-by-sixes, silence buffering their actions. Over the weekend, Ryan had widened the doorways on either end of the dining room, though the rough edges needed to be enclosed in trim. Once they carried in all the supplies, Ryan stroked the molding she’d sanded. “Nice work with these.” A half grin showed off his dimples. “This place is going to be sweet when we get it done.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” She went over to the kitchen sink, looking out over the old wooden porch to the Puget Sound. A single light moved across the blackness. “Was it hard to open up the doorways?”
“Just had to work around the king studs.”
I bet I could work around your king stud just fine. “The what?” Danielle broke out a super-plastic smile, hoping Ryan couldn’t guess what was on her mind.
“The extra support beams framing the doors and windows.” He glanced at her, doing a quick double-take. “What?”
She dredged up willpower from some deep internal source, in need of every shred to keep pretending he was just a remodeling buddy. “Nothing.”
“The homeowner’s always right.” He chuckled and headed back into the living room. “If you’re happy with my work, next summer you can hire me to rebuild that nasty old porch out back.”
Danielle’s feet stuck as she got a sudden visual of Ryan, shirtless and sweaty, working in her backyard under the sun. By the time she could move again, he had his jacket on and was headed for the front door.
“Well, thanks for dropping stuff off,” she said.
“Need more ice on my shoulder.” He paused with his hand on the doorframe, assessing her with that perfectly controlled heat, an expression way too grown up for only twenty-four. “I’ll swing by tomorrow and work on the trim.”
Her fluttery response demonstrated all the maturity of a teenager.
“Oh, and while I’m thinking about it, Mom said to make sure you know you’re welcome to join us for Thanksgiving dinner,” he said.
Since she couldn’t hug Ryan, Danielle hugged herself. “Really? That’d be awesome.”
“Maeve didn’t mention it, did she?”
“No, but it’s not the night before.” She laughed, because Maeve had always sucked at planning things in advance. Her laugh made Ryan laugh, and then things were better.
Almost.
Buy Links
Amazon – Evernight Publishing – ARe – Barnes and Noble
Bio
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire…or sometimes demon…and I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.
I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog , on Facebook, or on Twitter. Come find me. We’ll have fun!
Filed under: Evernight Publishing Tagged: #EvernightLines, @LivRancourt, Evernight Publishing, King Stud, O'Connor Family Series, romance
July 24, 2015
JACK #CorporateHitman Vol 3 is LIVE ~ Don’t Miss the Conclusion! @LeTeishaNewton
It’s the final act. Who better to lead the way than the cleanup man?
Born Victor Kyang, JACK wasn’t always a walking talking lethal weapon. His past was ravaged by tragedy, leaving him filled with darkness and anger. Working for Pierce Eaglemohr gave him free rein to release the rage that festered inside of him. JACK used that anger to fine tune his deadly instincts. Until Eagle turned on him.
Now Eagle is the enemy, and JACK is on a singular mission to destroy.
Another complication arises when his latest target turns business personal. JACK recognizes a kindred spirit in pain when he meets Pristine, the victim of a Russian trafficking ring. Keeping her safe becomes as important to him as breathing, while he and the hitman crew continue to fight against Eagle’s plan to ruin them.
All of the pressure has taken a toll on his psyche. Combined with the quest for revenge, JACK is a ticking time bomb.
Don’t miss the explosive conclusion of the Corporate Hitman series.
Get your copy on Amazon.com
Filed under: Corporate Hitman, JACK, leteisha newton, romance, Romantic Suspense Tagged: Corporate Hitman, danger, Jack, LeTeisha Newton, must read, New Release, romance, Romantic suspense, The End
July 23, 2015
#TwistedThursday with JACK #CorporateHitman @LeTeishaNewton Releasing Tomorrow!
So JACK, Corporate Hitman Vol 3, is releasing tomorrow and Jack just had to stop in to share some things with everyone.
Not really, Teisha, you told me Pristine needed me to see you…
Ehm, don’t worry about all that, since you’re here, Jack, tell us about the novel!
It’s a book. I kill people in it, I find Pristine. *glare*
You know, you could be a little nicer. *cringes* I loved working with you on this piece and it was a whole lot of fun.
How about you share some clips, toss a few pictures in, and say I helped. I’ve got some guns to clean, and some paddles to oil. Pristine looks like she needs a spanking. *Gets up and leaves*
*Fans herself* Well, I’ll just do as Jack tells me too, wouldn’t want him to find me on a dark alley somewhere!
Be aware some adult language to follow
EXCERPT:
“I have to make sure we are all safe. I have to make sure they don’t come after us when we run. I’m going to put you somewhere safe when this goes down and come and get you.”
“No, Victor! I want to be with you. That’s where I’m safe. Let’s just get out of here. This looks like you might not make it out. I need you,” she said, her hands balled into tight fists. But that’s not what froze him in his spot. It was the glistening of tears. She wasn’t angry because he wasn’t telling her what was going on, or worried about where that would leave her. He could see it in the way she held herself, barely in check, and where the tears were just ready to fall if she just blinked. She was worried about him.
“And I need to kill everyone who ever touched you. Everyone who ever made you afraid. Everyone who has the ability to ever hurt you again. That is not an option. That is who I am,” he promised, and stalked toward her. He couldn’t give her softness. He didn’t know how to. But he could give her something only he could. Safety. Complete safety. No one, ever, would hurt her again. She could live life knowing that as long as he drew breath she didn’t have to be afraid. Didn’t have to worry. That, for people like them, who’d seen the darkness of the world, meant so much more. He knew it.
“Eagle, Alek, the rest of that fucking organization. They all deserve to die. Fuck what they’ve done to me. They were dead the minute they betrayed me and my brothers. They were decimated the moment they threatened you. That isn’t negotiable, Pristine.” Jack sighed roughly before cupping her face in his hands. Rough hands that knew the shape of a gun better than soft skin. Hands that would hold the world at bay for her. He didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t know what to give her, because he didn’t know himself what it even felt like, or how to articulate it.
“I’m a monster, Pristine. The darkness in the night. The death rattle in someone’s chest. I can kill a man and be miles away before they know he’s gone. I can silently kill one in a room full of people and never be seen. I am a demon, and when I look in the mirror that’s all I see. The blood on my hands, the deaths I’ve caused, and the pain of it all etched on my skin. But I’m your monster. No one in the world has that.” He leaned in and kissed her softly, tasting her tears and wiping them away. He kept their lips pressed close as he spoke again.
“I’m your monster and I’m going to slay all of your nightmares so that tomorrow you can finally dream. That’s a war I’m willing to fight. Let me do this, Pristine, and then you can try to bring me into the light. But tonight, just tonight, let me have the darkness so that it can never touch you again.”
There was a moment where neither of them moved or breathed. Jack was frozen, waiting for her next move and shocked by her last. Pristine was waiting to judge his response. When he gripped a handful of her hair and nodded in encouragement. Pristine closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her tongue out to lap smooth circles across his stomach, nipping him lightly before she pulled back. She reached her hand up and gently cupped his tented erection before reaching inside the open flap of his pants and freeing the rock hard mass. The sheer girth of him stretched her grasp as she firmly stroked his smooth shaft.
“I want to watch you,” she said softly with a hint of defiance.
Jack was too deep in the throes of urgent need to prolong the inevitable or worry about semantics. She had given him the touch that he craved and now he was desperate for the abandon of release. He closed his hand over hers to guide her strokes before brushing it away to continue the act. She grasped onto each hip to maintain a physical connection as she watched him, bristled with anticipation.
“This is going to be good,” he uttered hoarsely. Stroking himself with one hand as the other rubbed her lips. “I’ll imagine that it’s your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Jack let his thumb drag down the fullness of her bottom lip as he massaged his shaft from root to tip. He let the burn build up. Stroking and pulling, squeezing tighter at the head with each rep. Controlled and even, his movements commanded her attention and she split her gaze between watching the erotic show, and watching his eyes. He was as composed as ever, save the tight clenching of his jaw. She felt the barrier that he placed between them, once again commanding the situation. She hated it.
On sheer lust driven impulse, Pristine angled her head back slightly and opened her mouth in invitation. She flicked out her tongue at his thumb that was resting just inches from her lips. Not wanting to be a spectator, but a full participant in his battle for pleasure. Giving him what he wanted, more than he wanted to admit it.
Jack stared down at Pristine, the sight of her sucking his finger, bringing him even closer to crisis. His mind went blank, leaving his body to be ruled by the drive of his desire. He could no more resist her offer than he could stop himself. He was too far gone. So the fingers in her hair gripped tighter, re-arranging the angle of her head to his liking—his last attempt at control. He guided the head of his cock to her lips, leaving it up to her to do the rest.
Taking him back in her hand, she opened her mouth wider to accept more of him and then she wrapped her lips around the smooth solid mass and began to suck.
“Shi bal,” he cursed in his native tongue.
Unable to stop the quivers of desire as his body reacted to the shock of the experience, he grasped her tighter on reflex. Yes, he’d gotten many a blow-job before, but always under his own terms. Always. He knew what to expect from every sexual encounter. Not this give and take dance that he was doing with her. His plan had not included any of this. He’d merely meant to tease her, not fall mad with desire himself. And that’s exactly how he felt as he reached both hands to the wall to support himself as he let his body thrust at will. He didn’t care that her hands were roaming and touching him all over. Fingers trailed up and down his thighs, and soft palms caressed and gripped the curves of his buttocks. She kept a warm, tight suction on his shaft with lazy flicks of her tongue across the tip.
A volcano was brewing in his core, and when his cock began to twitch and pulse, he knew he was going to come hard. He made a feeble attempt to take matters back into his own hands so that he could at least manage himself at the end, but Pristine simply sucked harder and used her hands to pin his hips to her face.
Get Ready for Release Day tomorrow and see how it all ends!!
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Filed under: Corporate Hitman, Goodreads, JACK, leteisha newton, Must Reads, Romantic Suspense Tagged: Coming Soon, Corporate Hitman, danger, Jack, New Release, romance, Romantic suspense, Suspense, teaser
July 22, 2015
#WickedWednesday with JACK #CorprateHitman @LeTeishaNewton
JACK’s Playlist
Filed under: Corporate Hitman, erotica, JACK, leteisha newton, romance, Romantic Suspense, writing Tagged: contemporary romance, Corporate Hitman, Corporate Hitman Trilogy, erotic romance, hitman, Jack, LeTeisha Newton, Multicultural Romance, Playlist, Romance Suspense, teaser, trailer, Wicked Wednesday
July 21, 2015
#NewRelease Alert with Margaret Madigan ~ FAERIE FATE!!!
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For readers who love urban fantasy and paranormal romance, I have a #NewRelease treat for you! FAERIE FATE releases July 22, 2015 from Evernight Publishing.
Blurb:
Holly Spencer is a 22-year-old IT major who’s ready to
graduate and find her place in the world. What she really wants is a good job
and a condo with a view.
But when she’s rescued twice in one day by a mysterious man
who claims to be a fae warrior, she’s plunged into a world she grew up
believing existed only in fairy tales, and forced to run for her life from
warring factions who all want her dead.
Shadow’s on a routine mission when he runs headlong into
Holly–the soul mate he’d given up on ever finding. Even though she refuses to
believe they’re meant for each other, he fights to protect her from the
very thing that brought them together, even when it means making a dangerous deal
with Fate to save her life.
Holly struggles with being told who she’s supposed to love.
Shouldn’t it be her choice? But as little by little Shadow kindles her passions
and wins her trust, Holly realizes that a life with Shadow may very well be
just where she belongs.
Excerpt:
She still had to face the things
that caused her fear, and as much as Shadow made her feel safe, she couldn’t
quite let go of the responsibility of taking care of herself. She couldn’t in
good conscience give him any hope when she had no idea what she faced in the
next few days. That kind of trust required more than she was ready to give just
yet. Still, resisting the temptation to give in to their attraction was
becoming more and more difficult.
“I know you’ll do everything you can
to protect my life, and if I survive this mission, we can talk about my heart,”
she said, resting her head on his chest.
“You’ll survive,” he said. “I’ve
already saved you twice. I’ll do it as many times as I need to.”
“As I recall, the last time it was a
team effort,” Holly teased. “If I hadn’t shifted form, you wouldn’t have been
able to carry me away.”
She heard his laugh rumble in his
chest. “Very true. That just proves what a good team we are.” He pushed her
back just a little to look her in the eyes, “And as I recall,” he said, a
wicked grin spreading slowly across his lips, “the last time I saved you, you
wore nothing but a smile. Is that going to be a habit?”
“You wish. What does that have to do
with anything anyway?”
Still holding her close, he traced
the line of her dress, down one shoulder, across the valley between her
breasts, and back up again, making her shiver.
“Nothing. I was just thinking how
impressive it was.”
Author bio:
I write romance and science fiction, and I’m published with Entangled
Publishing and Evernight Publishing. Oregon Ducks fan.
Donut and pastry addict.
I like cats.
When I’m not writing you’ll find me in a college classroom
teaching English, or working as a literary agent for an amazing agency…and of
course, wrangling my family.
Author links:
author fan page
Goodreads
Website
Blog
Filed under: Evernight Publishing, Faerie Fate, Margaret Madigan, romance, Urban Fantasy Tagged: Evernight, Evernight Publishing, Faerie Fate, Margaret Madigan, must read, New Release, Romacne, Urban Fantasy
Claimed by the Bruin with Libby Bishop ~ #NewRelease @EvernightPub
BLURB:
Shifter politics can be a real bitch.
Mara Kane is a twenty-six year old woman who happens to have bear blood. She can’t shift…yet. But that doesn’t stop Lee Underhill, an exiled bruin, from taking his revenge out on her. After all, it was her father who played the largest role in him being exiled from the Clan and Northeast pack. Lee’s demands are clear—if she isn’t married and mated to a bruin in her clan in three days, she has to marry the bastard’s son.
The hell with that.
Ramsey McGregor is the son of her Clan’s alpha, and one day he’ll take his father’s place. When he finds out what Lee is forcing on Mara, he, as well as her father and his, decide to do the only thing they can to keep her with them—marry her to him. No territorial council would ever dispute the union. But can he soothe Mara’s nerves enough to bring on a true mating? Or will the Clan have to fight Lee and his people to keep her with them?
EXCERPT:
Once the two men were out of the room and the door was closed, Angus stepped in front of her, clasping her upper arms gently in his large hands. She had to crane her neck to look up at him, as he was six-foot-seven and she was only five-foot-six. Short for a bear shifter, but her human blood didn’t allow for the usual tallness.
“Not marrying him could mean a war, but we do have options.”
“What would those be, Angus?” she inquired, trying to swallow her anger. He knew it wasn’t directed at him, so she wasn’t worried about the bite in her tone. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old woman—this loophole in the treaty should’ve been taken care of decades ago.”
Regret pinched around his eyes. “I know, and we are working on it—all territories, but it’s a slow process. The alpha women of the Pack Councils have been pushing its importance for years. We just haven’t gotten to it yet.”
Much of the old treaty, which included the wolf and cat shifters, had been changed and updated for the times. But these things took time, especially when the treaties involved six territories, each with their own Pack Council.
Though, cat shifters were in prides, wolves in packs, and bears in clans, Pack Council was just easier to use. The US government preferred it as well—simpler when dealing with the ruling parties.
“We could fight them, but that would endanger us from the Northwest clans. Or, and this is only if you agree, we marry you to one of our bruins. But, if for any reason you can’t go through with the mating, we’ll have to hold a territorial council meeting and try to force the change in law.”
But that could still lead to the war Lee Underhill knew they didn’t want. There was no choice here—it was marriage to someone she knew, or risk war, because she was not marrying Cole Underhill. Under any circumstances.
She sighed, most of the anger leaving her on the exhale. Acceptance took its place. “Do I get to choose the bruin?”
Angus’s hands left her, and the kindness in his gaze told her the answer was no.
“It’s best that I choose. As the alpha of the clan, the Northwest Pack Council won’t argue with my choice, nor the choice of your father—my second-in-command and top enforcer.”
Her gaze flicked to her father, who gave a nod. His body language told her to listen to Angus.
“Who did you two choose for me to marry?”
“My son, your future alpha.”
That froze her in place. Ramsey McGregor was a good man, and a great bruin, but he was twenty years her senior and was known to not be interested in marrying. Not that she could blame him. Shifters lived a long time, around two hundred and fifty to three hundred years. He was only forty-six—young, but not unheard of to have a mate.
“But I’m… I’m not a full bear. I may never shift.” She hoped she would one day.
“True, but with what I smelled when you were looking at Cole, I would say it’s more than likely you will. Your bear is strong, Mara, and you are your father’s daughter.” He smiled briefly. “And you are fast becoming one of the top liaisons within the Northeast Pack.”
A liaison to the government, keeping them up to date on the changes in the pack as well as fielding the concerns the government had with the pack. She had a good relationship with the state government—Vermont accepted the shifters with more ease, since they’d been there before it was a state, and had helped form what it presently was. She was also on good terms with her Federal government contacts. She’d never thought that would be her place, but she found she liked navigating those waters.
“Have you talked to him about this?”
“Yes. He’s downstairs with Rayna.”
Angus’s wife, and one hell of a force in terms of being a bear. She’d seen the woman take down shifters twice her size in a matter of minutes.
Rayna had taught her how to stand her ground and fight when needed. She and the two men in the room with her.
“What does he say about this?”
Her father moved to stand beside Angus. “He’s not happy with the Underhills. He was around when we exiled Lee thirty years ago, and saw the upheaval that caused.”
She’d heard about it. Eleven bruins and three women chose to go with Lee, siding with him. They could have stayed, but the trust in them was in tatters and they felt it easier to start over.
She met her father’s blue gaze. “So, he’s okay with marrying me?”
He placed a hand on her cheek. “He feels it’s his place, as an alpha-to-be. But mostly because he agrees that it’s best you marry a bruin who has pull within the Council. A lesser bruin won’t survive a challenge from Lee or Emery, and no one will challenge the marriage of you and the son of an alpha.”
Made sense. She still didn’t like—still hated it—but the choices were limited. It was give Ramsey a chance or risk war. Not much of a choice, really. And she did trust him, wholly. That trust had been won when she was six years old and she’d first seen him shift—he was massive to her then, still was. She remembered fondly how he’d lowered his head to her and she nervously placed her palm against his soft-but-slightly-rough fur. That moment, between bruin and human, had shown her that she was protected by more than just her father in the big, wide world.
That she would always be protected by Ramsey—both the man and the bear.
Looking back to Angus, she asked, “It’s almost midnight now—when do we get married?”
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July 20, 2015
Meet Monday ~ JACK ~ #CorporateHitman VOL 3 Coming July 24th! @LeTeishaNewton
Meet Victor Kyang, BKA as JACK
Born Victor Kyang, Jack wasn’t always a walking talking lethal weapon. Traumatized by the brutal slaying of his entire family, he exploits his pain and joins one the most dangerous Asian street gangs. With nothing to lose, he submerges himself into the most violent aspect of street life, until being in the wrong place at the wrong time lands him in the slammer. He knows his enemies will find him and his life will end behind bars, so when Pierce Eaglemohr puts an offer of freedom on the table he jumps at the possibility of living.
The work is dirty, but the pay and security of having his tracks erased makes it all worth it. Until he learns of Eagle’s double cross. Now all bets are off the table, and he’s willing to do anything necessary to destroy his old savior.
Playing both sides is tricky, but the crew manage to twist reality in their favor. Each job is getting uglier and taking a toll on Jack’s psyche. The biggest blow comes when his latest target turns out to be his partner’s baby sister. Except that she’s far from a baby, and caught up doing things that would make even her brother cringe. In her, Jack recognizes a kindred spirit in pain. Keeping her safe becomes as important to him as breathing while the crew continues to fight against Eagle’s plan to ruin them.
It’s the final act. Who better to lead the way than the cleanup man?
Working for Pierce Eaglemohr gave him free reign to release the rage that festered inside of him. JACK used that anger to fine tune his deadly instincts. Until Eagle turned on him.
Now Eagle is the enemy, and JACK is on a singular mission to destroy.
Another complication arises when his latest target turns business personal. JACK recognizes a kindred spirit in pain when he meets Pristine, the victim of a Russian trafficking ring. Keeping her safe becomes as important to him as breathing, while he and the hitman crew continue to fight against Eagle’s plan to ruin them.
All of the pressure has taken a toll on his psyche. Combined with the quest for revenge, JACK is a ticking time bomb.
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July 16, 2015
A Conquest Like No Other by EMMA ANDERSON ~ Book Spotlight #NewRelease @EvernightPub
The second book in The Fall of the Four Horsemen is here. Delve into the lives of Nikki and Viper as they fight her past so they can create a future together.
When Nikki Greene is kidnapped by a crime boss, the last thing she expects is for an even more dangerous man to rescue her. She’s already survived one brutal attack by a man claiming to care for her. She’s not in the market for love, even though her tattooed hero awakens urges she never expected to feel again—and some she’s never felt before. Viper, a renowned playboy, doesn’t want a mate. He likes the freedom of taking a different partner to bed each night. But the moment Nikki enters his life, his bachelorhood is doomed. Now he must work past Nikki’s trust issues to win a place in her life and bed. He’s determined to prove that her scars are only skin-deep and together they can have it all.
But trouble is coming for Nikki. A menacing presence lurks on the fringes of her world, waiting for the chance to prove to Nikki that revenge isn’t sweet, but it is deadly. Can Viper save her this time, or will he lose her for good?
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Nikki slumped with her back against the closed front door. To say she was relieved to see Viper
leave was an understatement. Again her hormones reacted to him. Why they had to
come to life after three years, she had no idea. And even worse yet, for her
best friend’s new brother-in-law. The situation had disaster written all over
it. Even if her fear would allow her to make a move on the unsuspecting man,
her conscience wouldn’t. As he had pointed out, they were now family. And she
couldn’t risk Gabby’s happiness by throwing herself at Viper. It would lead to
uncomfortable family gatherings.
Pushing herself off the door, she attempted to eject her sexy rainbow-colored angel out of her mind
as she went about getting herself ready for bed. By the time she was snuggled
under the blankets, she was exhausted. Half an hour later, sleep still refused
her. Her body needed something—something she knew B.O.B. could provide.
Reaching across to her bedside table drawer, she pulled out her purple vibrator. This silicone
cock had been the only form of male company her body had allowed over these
last three years. And he never disappointed her, except when he ran out of
batteries.
Throwing the blankets back, she quickly removed her pajamas. The cool air hit her sensitive nipples,
causing them to harden further. They were begging to be teased. Her hand molded
around her tiny breast, roughly massaging it. The harsh manhandling had more juices
leaking from her already flowing pussy. Her thumb and index finger found her
pebbled nipple, pinching it hard.
A groan escaped her as her hips lifted from the mattress, seeking out its partner. The hand that
held B.O.B. traveled lower. B.O.B.’s head circled her hypersensitive clit.
Electricity raced through her whole being, enticing her orgasm closer to the
surface.
As if on its own accord, B.O.B. found her entrance. Scooping up some of her escaped juices, it
slowly entered her. Each thrust took her higher, but still it wasn’t enough to
take her over the edge. Suddenly Viper’s image popped into her mind. No longer
were her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. Instead, his mouth had
engulfed her breasts, his teeth worrying her nipples and sending shock waves
throughout her whole being. As for B.O.B., he had been replaced as well. Viper
was carrying her body to the heavens, and she welcomed it. Her imagination took
the fantasy further.
Her legs widened, allowing room for Viper’s large body. The thrusts were coming harder and
faster. Her orgasm quickly approached, catapulting her over the edge. Still
Viper’s body continued to drive into her. Suddenly he pulled out and turned
her. With her head on the mattress and her backside in the air, he slammed back
into her. At this angle it was enough to encourage another orgasm to make
itself known. It danced around the edges, avoiding her pleas for completion.
More punishing thrusts were delivered from behind. Then it came, a command her
body seemed to be waiting for.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
Light burst behind her closed eyelids right before she screamed her completion. As she tumbled
back to earth she felt tears falling from her eyes. Her head was turned to the
side, allowing the sheet and mattress to absorb them. It was then that she
realized how uncomfortable she was. True to her fantasy, her backside was in
the air, while her head rested upon the bed. One arm held her balanced while
the other one was under her body. Her hand was between her legs, holding B.O.B.
in her pussy.
As she went about cleaning B.O.B and remaking her bed she expected embarrassment to consume her.
It never came. In its place was confusion. How could that fantasy have felt so
real? In her mind, she felt his body against hers. Never before had any of her
masturbating sessions felt like that.
The man she was trying to view as family had somehow accomplished the impossible. In her mind,
he had truly been with her in this bed. Yet the fear that usually accompanied
the idea of being sexually involved with a male was absent. How was that
possible? Why was he having such an effect on her?
This man with his brightly painted skin and rusty red hair had her craving things she didn’t
think were possible to ever want again—a sexual relationship. His messy locks
with their just-out-of-bed look called to her fingers. They desperately wanted
to delve into his thick mass of hair. His plump, kissable lips had her mouth
watering and her chin itching. In her mind she could see the stubble rash that
would appear after a kiss from her new fantasy go-to guy. How was she ever
going to look at that man again without blushing?
She was glad that she didn’t have to see him every day. Otherwise she suspected her rampant hormones
would have her doing something impetuous. With her hormones in overdrive she
knew it wouldn’t be long before she threw herself at this man who was only
being friendly with her because of Gabby’s relationship with Devil. She needed
to minimize her exposure to Viper. It was the only way she wouldn’t embarrass
Gabby and herself.
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July 15, 2015
BLOG TAKEOVER with Raven McAllen ~ The Racing Driver’s Wife @EvernightPub #NewRelease
We’ve got a bit of a takeover from Raven McAllen today! I’ve been looking forward to seeing more about her new book, and I’m happy to share some of this with you!
Take it away Raven
The Racing Driver’s Wife…
Hi all, thanks for dropping by and seeing what I’ve written. I do hope you’re not too disappointed.
When I started writing this series, called ‘Their Wives’, I realized how much I like writing about strong feisty—independent—women who loved their men, but wouldn’t stand for any crap. That’s the only way I can describe it really. (And yes, I am an author snigger) There’s no way they’ll put up with any nonsense, and know what they want.
Luckily, their men know what’s needed and of course they are well able to stand up for themselves.
Eventually.
But oh boy are they put through the wringer first…
Some risks are worth taking…
Racing driver Gael Lorenzo is used to taking his life in his hands, if only he could say the same for his errant wife. He meant his wedding vows, and there will never be another woman for him, but what can he do to win her back?
Darcy thought she knew the risks of being married to a man who lives for his sport. The reality of the race track, however, proves too much for her. Nevertheless, giving Gael up entirely, is not an option either.
When circumstances force them back into each other’s company, neither one of them can let this chance go. Together they are stronger than apart, and their marriage is worth fighting for, isn’t it?
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EXCERPT
Darcy leaned on the ice rink’s barriers and studied a tiny, red dungaree-clad tot who was no more than four years old and could do more on the ice than Darcy could off it.
“Looks good fun doesn’t it?” The deep male voice, with its ‘come to bed’ accent reminded her of smooth rich chocolate, warm furry velvet…and sex.
Darcy turned and looked at the tall, dark-haired man beside her. Her legs almost buckled as her body decided mushy was the way to go.
“Not if you keep falling on your tush,” she said and could have kicked herself. What made her use that word for goodness sake? Talk about retro. The guy laughed.
“That depends who picks you up. Are you up for being picked up?” He raised an eyebrow and winked. “You game for risking it? In the best possible way, of course.”
The double entendre made her giggle. “Well, um,” Darcy looked down at his bare ring finger and back at his face. It seemed he understood his question because he smiled and shook his head.
“No ring, no wife, S. O. Or even non S. O. I was married.” His face darkened for a second and a bleak expression crossed his face so briefly Darcy wondered if she had imagined it, before he sighed and straightened his shoulders. “She left me and rightly so.”
“Damn, I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“Of course it is. You have integrity and don’t want to consort with a married man.”
Consort, there’s a nice old fashioned word.
Darcy kept her face straight. “True enough.”
“How about you, Miss…Mrs…?”
“Now, I could say Ms., and confuse you, but I won’t. Single,” well it was almost true, and sounded better than separated from a bastard, never see him, thank goodness, “spinster of the parish and no significant other either. “Darcy Murray.”
Liar, liar pants on fire.
She held her hand out and he took it in his. The hand that dwarfed hers was warm and slightly calloused. He rubbed her fingers and Darcy gasped at the sparks of electricity that passed between them.
“Ah sorry, not enough hand cream and too much stall building.” He let go of her hand and stuck his own hands in his jeans pockets. “Amongst other things.”
Darcy was human enough to see how the action stretched the denim and outlined his contours, and bit back the groan that hovered over her lips. It would be mortifying to show him how he affected her.
“So Miss Darcy Murray, spinster of some parish. Are you game? Will you trust me to pick you up, dust you down, and not take advantage?”
Why not? It’s about time I did something other than work and sleep.
“Okay, as long as you accept I’m a klutz.”
He raised a dark-haired eyebrow.
“Seriously, I’m so clumsy it’s a wonder I’m ever let loose with oil, let alone needles. Oh I’m a physio.” She, carefully omitted the ‘was’ and ‘only for a few selected friends’ and did her best not to make her tone too interrogative, but hell she didn’t even know his name. “And I do acupuncture.”
“Ah, I’m not—a physio. I work with cars. Gil Lawrence.”
Why did he hesitate over his profession and name? It irritated Darcy. Did he think she was going to ask for a free service for her car or something? She bit down the sarky retort she wanted to give and smiled instead, impressed with her self control. After all, how many people was she truly honest with? Honest enough to inform them that, ‘oh I write erotica but I still do a bit of physio just to keep my hand in’. Not many.
“Cars and carnival stalls?”
“Cars are my life, carnival my hobby. Okay, carnival is me helping out a friend whose wife went into labor early. I got a frantic phone call, called in a flight path, grabbed the plane and arrived in time to get a crash course in health and safety, and remember how manual, manual labor is.”
“Pleased to meet you.” She didn’t question some of his phraseology. After all it could be because English wasn’t his first language. “Okay, let’s skate…or fall on our bums.” And boy didn’t she think she had a nicely wadded bum to land on. Gil, she must remember to call him Gil, on the other hand seemed as if he may well be short on the padding. Even under his long, droolworthy leather coat, his ass seemed perfectly designed to swoon over. Darcy mentally rolled her eyes at her fanciful notions. They were going to skate for goodness’ sake, not indulge in a mutual grappling session. More’s the pity. Argh give over, and grow up.
Gil grinned. “Well, at the risk of sounding sexist and getting my face slapped, it’s a lovely bum you’d land on. Not that I think you will. You look as if you have a great sense of…” he paused and took her hand, “balance.”
The icy air chilled her cheeks and Darcy laughed with exhilaration. What wasn’t there to be happy about? As Gil whirled her around someone bumped into her. Her hand slipped out of his grip, her hair fell out of its precarious knot and covered her vision, and she flailed in the air as she tried to save herself. Gil made a grab for her, but it was too late. To Darcy’s embarrassment, her hand brushed his groin as she felt herself fall. Sugeroony, embarrassment central here. Darcy forced herself not to hold on to that hard bit of body she connected with. She moved her hand faster than if she’d been stung, ignored the laugh he emitted, and took a deep breath as she braced herself against the thump when the ice jumped up to greet her.
What a way to go.
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Happy reading,
Love, R x
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