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March 4, 2016
March 3, 2016
Her Perfect Lips Teaser
I’m in New Orleans right now, so I thought it would be a perfect day to share a little clip from Her Perfect Lips.
Book Two of the Midnight Kiss Series, set in the dynamic world of ONE KISS …
An Excerpt From: HER PERFECT LIPS
Copyright © LISA FOX
All Rights Reserved, Harper Impulse, a Division of HarperCollins Publishers
Bourbon Street was just as she remembered—loud music and neon lights, frat boys in muscle shirts and girls in crop tops, the stench of beer and pine-scented antiseptic cleaner, the sidewalks littered with garbage and puke. Their little entourage stumbled into the first club they found, which had “Play That Funky Music” blaring from the speakers. Stacy shook her head. Some things truly never changed. Bars on Bourbon Street would play that song until some ultimate, catastrophic apocalypse finally managed to wipe the city out for good.
The barker at the door proudly announced that the club was now offering their world famous three-for-one happy hour. The vodka tonic Stacy ordered was served in a plastic cup the size of which was rarely seen outside of a 7-Eleven. It contained more alcohol than any human should probably ever consume in a single serving, and she was glad to see that in addition to the bad music, the drinking culture had not changed either.
She headed toward the back of the club, outside into the little courtyard area where the music was somewhat blunted and she was less likely to have a drink spilled over her. The others followed, people in the group talking amongst themselves and goggling at the drunken antics on the dance floor. Peter had fallen back to walk alongside Melanie, and they ambled slowly, their heads close together, taking softly. Stacy sighed. So much for the whole reason to participate in this journey. Not that she could blame him. Melanie was gorgeous. Still, the rejection stung. Not that it would’ve worked anyway. The distance between them would have eventually become a hassle.
She sipped her cocktail, watching the dance floor light up red, then blue, then green as the strobe light pulsed over the dancers. Once again, she had a choice and none of her options were all too appealing. She could go back to the hotel and try to find a new group of people to talk with, she could go to bed, or she could stay right where she was and basically drink alone.
“Let’s go someplace quieter,” Peter shouted over the music and everybody agreed.
She followed them back out onto Bourbon Street, seriously considering her next move. Should I stay or should I go now? She let the chorus play out in her head and in that one millisecond pause, a drunken man wearing only jeans shorts and plastic beads lunged at her from the crowd. She sidestepped around him and almost collided with a woman exiting Pat O’Briens. The woman squealed and Stacy veered off the sidewalk into the street. A group of tourists swept her away, forcing her backward along with them. She fought against the wave of bodies, but it was a losing battle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her arm, a lifeline in the storm.
The tourists continued on their journey, but Stacy was held in place, firmly anchored by that strong grip. The hold on her arm was a little too familiar for a stranger and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to thank or berate her rescuer. She turned, and her breath caught when she recognized her savior. “Hello, Ten.”
“Hey, Stacy.”
He grinned and every single part of her tingled. He was as attractive as she remembered—tall and strong, with rich, chocolate-brown hair, and a twinkle of mischief in his startling green eyes. The years had changed him only slightly, taking away the softness of youth and adding hard ridges and planes to his handsome face. His hair was a little too long, and he had a two-day beard, but the scruffiness didn’t take away from his almost poetic good looks. And though she would never admit it out loud, just the way his thighs filled out his well-worn blue jeans sent a thread of wicked heat trickling down her spine. Ten was the stuff of all kinds of naughty fantasies, and a few of her favorite ones instantly flashed through her mind.
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Filed under: Writing Tagged: #Romance14, Her Perfect Lips, Lisa Fox, Midnight Kiss, New Orleans
March 2, 2016
New Release ~ Awakenings by Kacey Hammell
Thank you for sharing my newest release, AWAKENINGS!
Good morning everyone!
AWAKENINGS by Kacey Hammell
Book 2: In the Arms of the Law
(also includes bonus short story, WILD THUNDER)
Genres: Contemporary, Suspense, Paranormal (Seer), Erotic, Romance
ISBN: 978-0-9877993-4-0
Word Count: 58,000
Release Date: February 24th, 2016
Author’s Note: Awakenings was previously released with another publisher. It has received minor revisions for reissue.
Protection. Adventure. Love.
It’s all found within The Arms of the Law…
Detective Alicia Knowles once believed good existed in everyone. But a traumatic experience changed her entire world. Now dangerous and cynical, she moves through the darkness of her once sunny world, unsure how to handle her pent up feelings of fear and anger.
Even her new boss, Cole Douglass, spins her out of control. One night, years ago, he made her feel things she’d never felt with any other man. Business comes first, however, a child is missing and a murderer is on the run.
But old flames never die out as Alicia quickly discovers when temperatures and passion flare. On the trail of a killer, she is forced to deal with her past as she tries to make decisions about her future.
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Coming soon to Kobo, Nook, iBooks, Smashwords.
Excerpt, Kacey Hammell, © 2016
Sweat coated her skin as heat and fire rolled through her body at a massive rate. Her arms felt like lead, and she sure as hell didn’t want to keep moving, but needed to. She could barely move her legs side to side to keep her hips moving in time with her arms. She felt the anger and adrenaline from the night she’d had and wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.
But to sleep was to relive the memories. The cold, the fear, the helplessness.
Even with strike after strike against the punching bag in the basement of the precinct, Alicia still wanted to run and forget. To find Monica Fuller dead in a similar manner to how she’d been tied that night, months ago, made her feel like she’d once again lost control of her life. She fought the memories regularly and barely lived day to day. To keep doing so was more tiring than she could ever have imagined.
She and Ethan had been on the trail of Roy Fuller for days. They’d secured proof he was the drug dealer selling to the kids outside the Bergen County Kids’ Center. They’d had an ironclad case. The evidence was stacked against him and the undercover officer he’d sold to was poised to put the final nail in his coffin. All they’d had to do was pick the scumbag up. They followed the leads and heard Roy was prowling around the home of his estranged wife. They never imagined they would find her dead, her body barely cold.
How a simple, open-and-closed drug case could lead to murder and a missing child, Alicia didn’t know. Though they’d searched for Roger Fuller, the couple’s ten-year-old son, for hours, it had been futile and a great disappointment. Her heart bled for what the boy must be feeling. If he was still alive….
They concluded he must have seen his father kill his mother. The neighbor who’d been living beside Monica and Roger for over a year said Monica’s routine was the same every day: working from home, errands on odd days, and always picking her son up after school. The neighbor was sure Roger had been home.
They’d ruled out the probability of Roy taking Roger, since a foot chase had ensued with no sign of the child. Roy had managed to elude the cops for a couple of hours. Where he’d holed up was yet to be determined.
Search parties were still on scene. She and Ethan had come back to the station to make contact with their sources, discover if anyone had seen Roy at any of his usual haunts. Those avenues had turned up zip.
After over two dozen calls, Alicia needed a break. Frustration ate away at her soul. Helpless in her attempts to locate young Roger Fuller, she needed to find refuge in something else. She could only hope wherever he was, he was warm and safe and might contact her or Ethan. After leaving both their cards on the table at the apartment and with the neighbor, all she could do was pray he’d get in touch with one of them.
Drawing in a deep breath, she dropped her arms and hung her head. Heart saddened by the shattered innocence of a young boy, she tried to dispel the image of the scene she’d walked into. Those who had saved her had seen more than she wished them to when they found her in the abandoned warehouse. The memories were nearly her undoing.
She’d lost it for a few moments last night, but she couldn’t leave Monica lying there for strangers to see. Alicia remembered the embarrassment and fright she’d had the night of her attack, even though her cousin Isabella had found her before any of the others. Izzy had cared enough to wrap her in a man’s jacket before the troops dropped in and could see her…so exposed.
She could only pay the same respect to Fuller’s victim. If things had ended differently for her weeks ago, she would have wanted the cover and to be put somewhere safe and warm.
Sighing deep, guilt threaded through her, and swamped her in shame.
Experience had taught her to never move a victim or contaminate a crime scene. Years of training had made her one of Trenton’s good detectives. But today, all common sense had fled. In her mind, she’d wanted to maybe change the outcome of what had happened to her. No matter how foolhardy and stupid her actions, she’d done the unthinkable and completely crossed the line.
Lifting her arm, she wiped the sweat from her brow and glared at the red punching bag. If Roy Fuller stood in front of her, she’d beat the shit out of him.
To take days of endless frustration, fear, and loss of sleep out on someone like him would be satisfying,
Unfortunately, the bag would have to do. For now.
“Detective Knowles.”
Alicia jerked at the sound of his voice.
I really don’t need this now.
The voice, like the man, was strong and proud. Nothing ever seemed to get close to Cole Douglass. He was her boss and someone she wanted to loathe instead of remembering the feel of his hands on her, his breathlessness in her ear as he sheathed himself in her over and over again.
She dropped her arms to her sides, kept her back to him, and walked to the bench a few feet away. Picking up a red towel, she wiped her forehead and neck before turning to face him.
“What brings you down here, Captain?” The last word dripped sarcasm and disrespect. She resented his presence, and that he’d taken over her father’s job.
She had to wonder if he was tired of sitting behind her dad’s desk by now.
She’d done her best to stay away from him, to not show how much she disliked his occupying her father’s office, but today she was ready to dispel some of her anger and frustration at this man.
To take it all out on him would make her feel better and gave her something to do with all the emotions bubbling inside her. It seemed justified, since he was the only man who’d ever made her feel. Her pulse raced, her palms sweated, and her body shook inside whenever she was with Cole. She’d had lovers in the past, men she’d cared for, but he was different. All other men paled in comparison.
Alicia knew she’d hit the mark as the darkness of his brown eyes smoldered with anger. She never got a rise out of him, but she savored how much he could feel, and she could hit him where it hurt. She relished the fact she could see it, there in the depths of his eyes, every time she wounded him.
“I’ve been looking for you.” Cole advanced farther into the room. She glanced down at his hands. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
The man is pissed.
Before she could register the fact she was seeing a definitive anger, which seemed to be blistering off his skin, he stood toe-to-toe with her. She didn’t have a chance to back up or prepare herself.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about what happened tonight, Detective? Though she tried, your cousin can’t keep everything quiet, now can she?”
Alicia felt the air leave her lungs as reality sunk in. Dammit, someone had squealed and she expected a reprimand was coming.
Bring it on. I’m ready for anything you can dish out.
“What’s your problem, Captain? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She started to turn around to grab her water bottle, hoped to purge her suddenly dry mouth, but his hand on her elbow stopped her mid-turn.
Surprised he would touch her, Alicia’s gave him a wide-eyed stare, sure he’d lost his freaking mind. “Get your hands off me. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” Pulling her arm away, she placed her hands on her hips and reveled in the adrenaline burst rushing through her body.
“Don’t mess with me right now, Detective. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You and your partner tried to move a homicide victim before the M.E. got there. You know that is against standard operating procedure.”
Cole’s face was turning a shade of red that Alicia had never seen on him before. He was one of the sexiest men she’d ever known, but seeing his ire raised clouded her judgment and threw her off-track.
“The woman was almost fully exposed. We couldn’t just leave her there for everyone to gawk at. It’s cruel, disgusting, and I wouldn’t have it.”
“You? You wouldn’t have it? Who gave you permission to make your own rules? You’ve been on this job long enough to know the god damn protocol!” Cole turned away from her and placed his hands on his hips.
“Look, I thought—”
In the blink of an eye, Cole whipped around to face her once more. “That’s the point! Alicia—Detective, you didn’t think. Not at all. I won’t have this in my house. You follow the rules, as they’ve been followed for decades, and follow them to the letter.”
“Your house? Let me tell you something….”
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BIO:
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.
Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.
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Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Awakenings, Coffee Addict, Contemporary, Cops, Danger, Detectives, Drama, Erotic, Illusions, In the Arms of the Law, Kacey Hammell, PI, Romance, Suspense
March 1, 2016
February 29, 2016
Leap Day Sale!!!
It’s Tirgearr Publishing’s Anniversary! And to celebrate they’re having a huge sale! Today is the last day to get One Night in New York City for JUST $0.99!!!
Get it now at Amazon: www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ZYULVDG
Zoe Dutton came to New York City with a Broadway dream that was crushed on arrival. Cole Delaney has a decision to make. Can he leave London behind for an editor-in-chief position in Manhattan, or does he want to go back to England where his life will remain as boring as ever?
When they meet in Times Square, sparks fly, and their instant attraction sets the tone for a night of indulgent lust. They share a deep connection, though when the morning comes, they must go their separate ways. But in a city like New York, how can one night ever be enough?
Filed under: News Tagged: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Leap Day, Leap Year, Lisa Fox, One Night in New York City, Sale, Tirgearr Publishing
February 28, 2016
Today’s Agenda
February 27, 2016
February 26, 2016
SALE! One Night in New York City is Just $0.99!
It’s Tirgearr Publishing’s Anniversary! And to celebrate they’re having a huge sale!
Get One Night in New York City now for JUST $0.99!!! Amazon: www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ZYULVDG
Zoe Dutton came to New York City with a Broadway dream that was crushed on arrival. Cole Delaney has a decision to make. Can he leave London behind for an editor-in-chief position in Manhattan, or does he want to go back to England where his life will remain as boring as ever?
When they meet in Times Square, sparks fly, and their instant attraction sets the tone for a night of indulgent lust. They share a deep connection, though when the morning comes, they must go their separate ways. But in a city like New York, how can one night ever be enough?
Filed under: News Tagged: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Lisa Fox, New York, One Night in New York City, Sale, Tirgearr Publishing
February 25, 2016
Time To Get Ready!
I leave for New Orleans on Monday, so I need to get all pretty. It’s going to take a lot of work.
Filed under: Hot Men, Ramblings Tagged: Getting Pretty, Getting Ready, Lisa Fox Needs a Lot of Work, Nice Ass
February 24, 2016
Out Now – Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse
Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse
Blurb:
Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.
But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?
Please note: This is a re-released title with a new cover—the book content hasn’t changed.
Amazon: http://mybook.to/sweetspot
Other buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot
*****
Excerpt:
Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.
“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”
I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.
“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”
My jaw almost hit the floor.
Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”
He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.
I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”
Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”
I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.
Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.
When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.
It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.
The sign read,
PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: F/F Romance, Lucy Felthouse, Sex and Sports, Sports Romance, Sweet Spot
