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Welcome paranormal romance writer, Catherine Green...

Synopsis:Lord Gregory Stockton is a powerful and respected businessman embracing the modern era of the Victorian industrial revolution. He owns a grand and beautiful manor complete with a repertoire of servants and a charming attractive young wife. The only thing he lacks and desires is an heir to the family estate. Lord Gregory knows he can never produce a child, for he is a vampire, and his wife and servants know nothing of his secrets. However, there may be other ways to provide an heir for his estate. Lord Gregory notices the subtle growing romantic attraction between his wife and the handsome young stable hand Marcus Scott resulting in the humans becoming unwitting pawns in a vampire’s game of lust, love and control.
Genres - Romance/Paranormal, Romance/Vampire, Romance/Victorian. Romance/Historical
Publisher - Chances Press
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Excerpt
Chapter One
The air in her bedroom was cool and sent a chill up and down her slender body.  She had grown familiar with the almost icy atmosphere in her husband’s home during the two years they had been married.  Indeed the very mood inside these rooms seemed to reflect his often-volatile personality.  He had never consciously hurt her, not in any real sense, but there was always that potential, lying beneath his calm exterior, as though he were a serpent waiting to strike.  She could not complain about him, for Lord Gregory Stockton was a most attentive husband, and Sarah was extremely lucky to have secured his affections.  He was a very affable gentleman in many ways, but he confused her. Sarah found herself pacing the room like a caged animal, desperate to be released into the wild.  Her pretty blue taffeta day dress was tight, stiff, and restricting; yet it fit her petite body in all the right places, accentuating her small bosom and curving gracefully over her hips to drape softly on the floor.  The dress was specially made by the finest designers, along with the rest of her wardrobe.  Her husband had been determined that his young wife would be the perfect showpiece for his estate and his reputation.  She wore her soft golden curls pinned up in a diamante hair clip, and would shortly add her matching blue hat ready for her morning horse ride around the grounds. Thinking about her daily exercise brought her mind back to young Marcus Scott, the stable lad.  Well, he wasn’t really a lad at all; he was a young man of around twenty-five years, older than Sarah herself.  She was only twenty-three, and becoming painfully aware of her lack of child bearing during her marriage.  This fact was further accentuated every time she visited her mother on the neighbouring estate, and Sarah was increasingly irritated and upset at the admonitions that it was her own fault.  Lord Stockton certainly did not seem affected by his lack of heirs.  Indeed he never broached the subject, and Sarah knew that it was nothing to do with his being embarrassed or awkward about it.  Far from it.  He was a most attentive lover, and that was another area where she could not fault her husband.But it wasn’t her husband that she was thinking about on this fine spring morning, with the sun shining through her windows and offering to warm her cool body.  She found herself drifting over to look out at the garden, and her view of the green shrubs and trees, the flowers that were now starting to bloom in the warmer weather, and the distant lake upon which the sun sparkled and which would be the focus for her horse ride with her beloved pet Penelope.  Again her thoughts returned to Marcus, as she pictured him gently stroking Penelope’s flanks with long, firm strokes of the grooming brush.  He was truly at one with the Stockton horses, and each animal seemed to respond to him with love and gentility. Sarah’s heart lurched in her chest as she spied Marcus walking across the gardens towards the lake.  His dark blonde hair was slightly long and tucked behind his ears, where it fell in soft waves to his neck, always inviting her to run her fingers through it.  He was already tanned from working outdoors, despite the fact that it was only April, and his simple white shirt, brown corduroy trousers, and leather waistcoat, together with the serviceable black boots he wore, seemed only to accentuate the curves and muscles of his very masculine physique.  Her mind wandered as she imagined what kind of a lover he could be, so wild and passionate, yet so gentle at the same time…           
Author of adult paranormal romance series The Redcliffe Novels, Catherine Green was raised on books from a young age, and has happy memories of Saturday mornings spent in her small local library, devouring the contents of the shelves. Aside from the Redcliffe novels, Catherine has short stories published in YA anthologies Devils, Demons and Werewolves, and The Mirador Fantasmagoria, and she writes articles for websites including Write and Share UK. Catherine is also a freelance copywriter and copy editor.

Catherine has always been fascinated by the supernatural world, and it feels natural for her to write about vampires, werewolves, witches and other mystical creatures in her stories. She is a shaman in training and a mother of two (plus dog), with an interest in crafts and social history. Catherine practises Law of Attraction and truly believes that everyone can achieve their dreams if they can step beyond the fear of social conformity.

You can find Catherine on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/CatherineGre... 
Her blog is http://www.catherinegreenauthor.blogs...
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Welcome erotic romance writer, Lacey Silks...

Book Info:
Genre: Erotic Romance
Categories:  M/F with HEA ending
Release Date: December 4, 2013
Publisher: MyLit Publishing
Format: eBook (paperback TBA)
Length:  Novel, 57000 words
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Goodreads Link –  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18526375-layers-deep
Synopsis:
He needs her to save a friend.
She needs him to plan her revenge.
Their pasts scar them Layers Deep.
Their passion distracts them...
...and distractions can be fatal.

Tristan Cross is battling emotional demons from the past. He lives in a world where trust is earned, loyalties are tested, and love is impossible. That is, until he meets Allie Green. She’s the only woman who can help him find a kidnapped friend and to top it off, she captivates him. All he has to do now is persuade her to work for Cross Enterprises, his top investigations firm.

Allie Green is a rookie cop seeking revenge and she’s willing to sell her soul to get it. With an opportunity to use Tristan Cross's resources Allie calculates her time for payback. As vengeance boils her blood she can’t keep her mind off her new boss and Allie finds it difficult to keep her employment professional. With the mouth watering Tristan Cross distracting her, she struggles to prioritize an undercover job she’s been assigned and her hunger for revenge.

And when you’re ready to give up your life to save someone else, distractions can be fatal. Note: This book is the first part of a Trilogy that is designed to be read in order. Tristan and Allie will get their happy ending but not until book 2. This book contains a cliff hanger ending you will not expect. A prequel to the series which can be read alone is Dazzled by Silver.

Warning: This title contains erotic situations, and graphic language. Intended for adult audience 18+.

Excerpt:
My feet pressed to the floor as the elevator lifted against gravity. Tristan turned, facing me. His sultry stare bore through my body, and I felt my back press against the mirrored wall.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to hold power over me; no man ever had. I was a cop. A strong cop who wasn’t swayed by crying mothers, cute puppies, or gorgeous hunks speeding in their Ferraris, offering everything they owned and more. But I was also a woman – and to Tristan, my body responded of its own accord. I felt my breasts swell and I wished I’d worn a dress with a larger top: one that could hold the twins in better. Tristan didn’t seem to mind.
“So, what will two thousand dollars buy me, sweetheart?”
Even if we were playing, I had a feeling this was going to be one hell of an interview—one of the best ones I’d ever had.
“Whatever you want.” I wondered how far he’d go, and how far I’d allow him to go. I already knew what he wanted. My instincts were solid, especially the hormonal ones. My body had secretly ached for his touch since he’d walked into the auditorium. And that one deep kiss we’d shared in his car was like a teasing spoonful of chocolate cake. I craved chocolate cake; and not just a bite.
And before I could say another word, Tristan crushed his mouth to mine, possessing it like he owned me, spreading my lips apart with his needy tongue. The hint of scotch still lingered in his mouth. And at this moment, he did own me. Every. Single. Piece of me.
His grip on my wrists above my head would have normally enraged me. But tonight I wasn’t a cop, and his strong and demanding fingers wrapped around my hands like cuffs, burning me with a long-forgotten yearning.
The force of his lips devoured mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. The few moans that escaped me, Tristan swallowed. I had no room to breathe and found hardly enough strength to stand on my legs.
He let go of my mouth and trailed his lips along my jaw to my cheek and ear before lowering down my neck, pinning me against the wall. Oh, God, he felt so good against my body. Everything inside me twisted and tightened and released in unbearable pulses between my thighs. I breathed him in, the oak smell of his scotch imprinted in his skin and in his hair.
The elevator halted and Tristan jolted up as if he’d just realized what he’d done. He searched my eyes with his as if asking permission to go on. And for the first time tonight, doubt crept in. He leaned his forehead against mine.
“We can’t do this. I’m your employee,” I whispered into his mouth. But inside, I laughed at my own unconvincing words, feeling the heat between my legs penetrate my dampened panties.

Author Bio:
Lacey is an Author of Erotic Romance. Her stories come from her life, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes to make her readers blush and experience the story as if they were the characters. Drawing on the reader’s most sensitive emotions through realistic stories satisfies her more than… …ok not really, but you get the point;) She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie-especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a ‘birthday suit’.

Find Lacey Silks online: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon
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Welcome my good friend, Molly Ann Wishlade!!

 Welcome to my blog, lovely lady! So happy to have you here so we can have a good catch up :) I know personally know how busy you've been and the fabulous success you've had throughout 2013. Looking forward to you sharing with my readers and visitors. Let's get started with the questions!
1)   What is the best and worse thing you have learned from an editor/agent?
Best thing - From my editor at Totally Bound – my first editor - I learned how to use Track Changes. As an author, that’s vital! JWorst thing – I don’t know if there is one because everything I’ve learned has been important and (hopefully) developed me as an author.
2)   What is your typical day?
Usually I’m in work all day then I get home at about 4. I do all the chores that need to be done, enjoy some family time then when I finally sit down, I write! If it’s the weekend or I’m on holiday, I write whenever I get the chance!
3)   What do you read while in the midst of a project? Or don’t you?
I do read in the midst of a project and it’s usually romance. But if I’m working to a deadline, and time is short, I feel guilty for reading and not writing so that latter has to take precedence. 
4)    What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?Place it on my groaning shelves!!! Lol! I love books and I cannot give them away. If I lend one to someone, I want it back. My books are like old friends and sometimes I like to revisit them.
5)    Are you nervous about friends reading your book?Not anymore! When my closest friends first read Desire in Deadwood, their reactions were quite funny! They know that I have a wicked sense of humour but they found the erotic author me a bit surprising. Comments such as …but I always thought you were so innocent… and …it’s strange knowing that your friend has written such an erotic scene…just made me giggle. They can’t wait for the next book now so I must be doing something right! I’m still waiting for my step-mother’s reaction though. That one makes me nervous! Lol! And I do wonder how I’ll feel if my kids want to read them when they’re older. That will be interesting. :-0
6)    What things inspire you to write? Location, music, film or even in a book?Anything and everything! I am positively bursting with ideas and can’t wait to get them down on paper. I have notebooks everywhere full of my plots. Need to quit the day job asap! Lol!
7)   Share your blurb or short excerpt from your latest release with us
 Wanton in the Wild West by Molly Ann WishladeBLURBSometimes a train journey can take you in an unexpected direction.It is 1890, and the Chicago and North-Western Railroad now runs into Deadwood. After a year in Chicago, Amber Carpenter is homeward bound via steam train, escorted by two gorgeous cowboys. Amber swore a long time ago that she would never let a man hurt her, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not open to the idea of some fun.Harry Delaney and Gideon Swain have their sights set on a bright future … if only their tragic past wasn’t holding them back. But from the moment they laid eyes on Amber Carpenter, they knew that there was something different about her.Can the three of them turn their lives around within the space of a train journey?
EXCERPT – 18+Amber stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked rapidly trying to clear the disorientation she felt. She was naked. Outside. Wrapped around a naked man.Harry!She lifted her head and looked into his hazel eyes. “Hey there, beautiful!” he whispered, then leant towards her and kissed her softly.She enjoyed the warmth of his lips on hers, the feel of his strong, hard body and the growing erection, which pressed into her belly.“Hello, Harry.” She smiled then realized that the day was cooler. The sun was lower in the sky. “Shouldn’t we be getting back? Before we’re missed?”Doubt flooded into his gaze, and she wished that she could withdraw her words. “If that’s what you want. We’ve not been gone all that long though, and they’ll call. Or Gideon will come looking once they’re ready to go.” Amber placed her forefinger over his lips.“Okay. Then what do we do while we’re waiting?”Harry kissed her finger, and then his lips curved into a broad smile. “I can think of a few things.”He rolled her onto her back and started to kiss her. Amber stretched out, savoring the exquisite sensations shooting through her limbs and flooding her body. She was amazed at the effect that this man had upon her. Just a touch or a kiss could set her skin on fire and her heart racing.Was this just a physical reaction? Like the engine of the train, which was powered by coal or wood, were her feelings for Harry just powered by lust and desire? Or was there something else unfolding here? Something out of her control that could threaten her very resolve to remain single and independent.His insistent mouth worked away her fears and her confusion, and she surrendered to him. His mouth on her breasts, his skilled fingers working her clitoris, and his erect cock as it pressed into her leg all took her further away from rational thought. Then he moved his hand lower. Amber gasped as he tenderly probed between her folds and found the tight hole that led into her body. He looked up from her breasts for a moment, seeking her approval, and she nodded at him. She wanted this. He returned to suckle her breasts, a feeling so delightful that she felt as if something inside her moved in time with his mouth. She gasped when she felt him inside her, touching her secret place tentatively with a finger. As he moved it in and out, Amber sighed and entwined her hands in his hair. She moved her hips in time with him, enjoying yet wanting more. When he slid in another finger, she felt her opening stretching. A slight burning. Then nothing but incredible intense ecstasy. So many new and wonderful feelings! He plunged into her then withdrew before plunging again. She moaned as he covered her clitoris with his mouth, cradling her bottom in his left hand whilst working inside her body with his right one. And she began to ascend again, her excitement winding up inside her like a coiled spring until suddenly it burst from her with a hot gush, and she throbbed into his mouth, time after time after time, riding wave after glorious wave of delight.Harry continued to kiss her pussy for a while, running his tongue over her silken folds and sucking at the place where he had entered her, and she shivered with delightful little aftershocks. Then he climbed up her body and lay over her, resting on his elbows. His face was shiny with her juices, and his eyes shone with lust and something else, something so intense that it made her heart flip.“Harry,” she whispered as she cupped his bristly chin between her palms. “Thank you.”“My pleasure.” He grinned.“No.” A deep voice emerging from the trees startled them both. “My pleasure!”Harry pushed himself up to his knees, and Amber rolled onto her belly, trying to hide her nudity. “Gideon.” Harry smiled. He jumped to his feet and hurried towards the other cowboy. 
8)    What’s next for you?
Well I recently finished revisions on my modern romance (title tbc) and I’m hoping that it will be published early in 2014 then I had to complete revisions on the first in my historical mini-series Daughters of Deadwood, which will also hopefully be published next year. I now need to finish writing the second novel in my Totally Bound series The Duggans of Montana and complete the third book for Daughters of Deadwood. So I have a pretty busy schedule!

Finish with details of where readers can find you – website, Facebook, Twitter etc
AUTHOR LINKS:
Email: misswishlade@hotmail.co.uk
Blog: http://misswishlade.wordpress.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/MissWishlade
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mollyann.wishlade
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/19556829-molly-wishlade
Total-E-Bound Blogspot on 12th of every month: http://totalebound.blogspot.co.uk/  
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/misswishlade/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mollyannwishlade

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Wanton in the Wild West :
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Welcome erotic romance writers V L Moon & J T Cheyanne...

Huge welcome to you both! Hope you enjoy your time here and wish you all the best with your ongoing tour. Here come the questions...
1)   What is the best and worse thing you have learned from an editor/agent?
J.T.:            My first published work was Ocean’s Kiss through Decadent Publishing. My editor was Rie Langdon. She was as awesome as chocolate sauce! I learned that the reader will pick up on the tiniest detail in your story such as the type of handgun regularly carried by a U.S. Navy SEAL. This led to the second lesson. Always do your research, even on the small stuff.
V.L.:            The list is endless. I consider myself very lucky in the fact that I have such an understanding and very patient editor considering my level of intelligence where punctuation is concerned. I’ve learned so much, and from so many special friends, I’m beyond grateful.
2)   What is your typical day?
J.T.:            I would love to say that I sit at home all day and write about smexy hawt men in love. The reality is I’m a single parent with a full time job. I work as an Account Manager for a cleaning company. I get up at five a.m. *growling* and I am NOT a morning person. My son and I get to work at six and we’re there until three. After work, I have homeschool work to be graded for my fifteen year old, who THANKFULLY, prepares dinner. I jump online as soon as I’m home to talk to my V.L. before the time difference takes her away from me for the night. After she’s in bed, I clean, write, walk the dogs, eat and then pass out about eleven.
V.L.:            OMG! Up at six in the morning, then it’s a manic hour of getting my younger son up for school and myself ready for work. My work day starts at eight in the morning and lasts until three-thirty. Then its home, clean up, put dinner on then a dash to the bus stop for my daily gym session. I try for between two to three hours then its back on the bus, home dinner, then if I’m compus mentus enough I’ll start to write or skype with JT for a few hours.
3)   What do you read while in the midst of a project? Or don’t you?
J.T.:            I read anything I can get my hands on. I cannot be idle without a book in my hand. Traffic lights, post office line, during commercials on TV, I’m reading and it doesn’t matter what it is. I tend to lean more toward paranormal at the moment, but the back of a shampoo bottle will do if I get stuck on the toilet.  *laughing at V.L.’s face* Yeah TMI, I know. Sorry.
V.L.:            As a rule, I don’t like to read while I’m working on a story. But, sometimes when there’s a book waiting to be read that you KNOW is going to be brilliant, my mind refuses to work until I’ve given in and read to the last page. *Laughs* It’s a bloody nightmare if it’s part of a series!
4)    What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?J.T.            I keep it. I’m a book hoarder. I’ve had books since I was in the fourth grade. I started a log in middle school of all the books I had with author, title and publisher. It was separated into genres. I don’t have as many now, but I still keep them.V.L.:            If it’s one I like then I keep it!5)    Are you nervous about friends reading your book?J.T.:            Yes! V.L. and I both want them to like our stories. But, I also like for them to read the stories first, a beta read, and let us know what problems or questions they find. That way we can fix it before it’s published. We have an amazing Facebook family who keeps us going and provides amazing feedback. We’re very lucky.V.L.:            Some yes. But I can honestly say that all bar the odd one or two that aren’t into the genres I like to write, most are very supportive and have even helped promote.6)    What things inspire you to write? Location, music, film or even in a book?V.L.:            Music inspires me a lot of the time depending on my mood. If I find that I have hit a wall then JT is always at hand to offer advice or brainstorm with me until I can see a little more clearly.J.T.:            Music, something I see in my day to day. My V.L. She’s my muse.7)    What’s next for you? V.L.:            Next….Gawds…Crimson Nights Saga part two is priority for both of us at the moment. JT and I are also working on another short joint story together as well as a couple of solo story’s I’m working on when I have the time.
J.T.:            Yup, book two is taking shape and we are both so excited about the continuation of the story. Laz and Lachi are very much a part of our lives. We are also working on Broken Oaths which has both of us giddy with excitement. It’s going to be a challenge.  I also have several solo projects going but Book Two is priority as V.L. said.
Media Kit for Love Life & CircumstanceBy J.T. Cheyanne & V.L. Moon
December 9 – 23
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Born the son of a preacher man, Elijah Deacon always conformed to his father’s strict religious teachings. He worked hard, devoting his time and energy to the family owned construction firm, leaving little time to focus on the deplorable state of his private life. Small town America was no place to be when all a man craved was the touch of another man. Elijah hid his sexuality and tried in vain to convince himself he could be happy with a woman. Urged on by the dream of having the family he craved, Elijah couldn’t know a drunken one night stand would see him pay the ultimate price.

Leaving the bright lights of Atlanta and placing his own life on hold, paralegal, Seth Jacobs, moved to Alabama hopeful that with a baby on the way, his twin sister Bethany would settle down. His older sister by five minutes, she gave him the confidence he needed while growing to come out and be proud of who he was. It was his turn to return the support. On arrival in Headland, Seth endeavored to make her see the dangers her behavior presented to her and her unborn child. But, to no avail.

When destiny deals a cruel blow, and the life of a newborn baby hangs by a thread, Seth and Elijah are flung together to deal with the tragic circumstances. The grief threatens to consume them, while joy and fear work to unite them. Jealousy, love, lies and bitter truths rise to the surface and threaten to tear them apart. Can the powers of love and life bring them together and heal the loneliness that death leaves behind? Or will circumstance prevail and fuel the embers of love that draw them together?
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Excerpt –
Sprawled in the dainty rocking chair, Elijah Deacon overwhelmed the room. Booted feet crossed at the ankle. Blue jean clad legs stretched for miles and hugged lean hips. The light blue cotton tee shirt molded to Elijah's thick chest and broad shoulders. Perched like a tiny angel, Hope lay curled in a miniature ball on that massive chest. One large hand cradled her diapered bottom. 
They both slept, if the matching snores were any indication. Seth eased closer, drawn to them. He desperately wanted to crawl into Elijah's lap and have the man's other arm wrapped around him.  As if drawn by his thoughts, his gaze flicked to where Elijah's hand lay in his lap clutching something white.  Another step and he swallowed hard. Elijah held the picture of the three of them, his thumb resting just below the likeness of Seth. 
Elijah shifted and Seth's gaze snapped upward. The hand on Hope's bottom tightened as if reassuring himself she still lay there. Behind closed lids, Elijah's eyes moved. Those lush lips parted. 
"Seth." His name tumbled from Elijah's mouth, freezing him where he stood. When several seconds passed, and the large man settled back into sleep, Seth dared moved closer. The urge to touch overcame him. He reached out a trembling finger and traced it down the curve of Hope's back. She snuffled and burrowed closer into her father's chest. Seth smiled. She was so precious. 
His hand and eyes lifted. Elijah's beautiful, darkly tanned face was relaxed as he slept. Seth's fingers itched to caress the high cheekbones. Moving of its own accord, his hand rose higher still. Very lightly, fingertips met warm flesh. Seth's heart raced. If Elijah woke up, he'd be in trouble. He should back away, go back out and knock, let Elijah know he was here. But, Seth couldn't move, except for the hand that continued to stroke Elijah's flushed skin. 
"Are you really here, or am I dreaming?" The deep baritone stalled Seth's timid exploration of Eli's face. 
"You're dreaming." He answered just as low. Elijah's lids blinked open. Piercing blue eyes locked onto Seth. 
"Where's your boyfriend?" The quiet question was loaded with accusation, but it was the uncertainty in Elijah's eyes that got the answer.
"Sitting in a rocking chair, holding my niece."  Wariness and doubt flooded Elijah's gaze. Seth brought his fingers down to stop the words forming on Elijah's lips. "We need to talk, but not here.  Can I hold her?" At the other man's nod, Seth scooped his niece into his hands trying very hard to ignore the hard slabs of muscle she lay upon. With her cradled to his chest, Seth crooned to her while moving to lean against the wall. A long arm shot out to grasp his hip. He didn't resist as he was guided back to Elijah's lap. 
"If you sit here, we can both see her," Eli said gruffly.  Seth wasn't about to complain, and settled into Elijah's lap. The rocking chair protested the added weight with a pained groan.  They sat stiffly for several minutes, neither speaking, eyes locked on the pink bundle.
Author Bio’s –
JT After a lifetime of reading and at the suggestion of friends, J.T. finally put fingers to keys and started writing her own stories. It’s been a wildly amazing ride full of tears, exhilaration and plain old hard work. Thankfully, her three beautiful children support her craziness and encourage her to continue something she loves. While she does write solo stories, she thrives on the work she does with V.L. Moon, her writing partner and fiance. What a small world it is indeed Mr. Disney when a small town girl from Alabama can find and write with a big city girl from England. What a ride it has been and continues to be!
Email - jtcheyanne@hotmail.comWebsite - www.lazandlachi.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/jtcheyannestories?ref=hlTwitter - https://twitter.com/JTCheyanne
VL V.L. is an avid book reader and a lover of long dark winter nights tucked up with a rather fruity glass of red and her partner in crime J. T. Cheyanne. She aspires to conquer the world with J.T. and their love of vampires, angels and wolves mixed in with some mighty fine Gods and a deluge of hot gay romance.
Email - j-gs69@live.comWebsite –  www.lazandlachi.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/VenusMoonstoriesTwitter - https://twitter.com/VenusMoon5
Giveaway - 5 eBook copies (1 each to 5 winners) of "Love Life & Circumstance"
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Welcome erotic romance writer, Diane Thorne...

Passion Blooms in Paris
By Diane Thorne
December 9 – December 20
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Synopsis
Gwenever continues her travels in Europe and after several days without a man, she longs to find passion again. What better place than Paris?
She visits the Louvre and meets Pierre Devaux, a Frenchman, but he’s far from the typical local. He’s a famous French actor and he can’t keep his eyes off Gwen. He offers to escort her through the museum and she gladly accepts. As they explore and analyze the artwork, he seduces her with his sultry words and sexy accent. As Gwen’s desire for him escalates, she quickly forgets about the centuries-old art. But interruptions from fans and visitors keep her and Pierre apart. When he invites her to a private room, she questions if he’s playing games with her. Should she spend the day marveling at the works in the Louvre, or follow what her body yearns for?
Excerpt

“Shut up and kiss me again,” she said as she placed her free hand on the side of his face.He obeyed like a good lover and smothered her with another kiss. This time he claimed her tongue and sucked on it. A moan slipped from her, enthralled from his seduction. The temptation to lift her dress, release his stiff member and climb on top of him for a hard and fast ride plagued her thoughts. A quick romp would ease her heightened sexual craving, if only for a little while.A gasp and a voice ended the kiss quickly. Pierre looked over her shoulder and said something she didn’t understand. Gwen glanced behind her and found an older couple talking to Pierre. She had no clue what they were saying.“Come.” Pierre let go of one of her arms and led her into the adjoining room. Although it was empty, he continued to the next doorway.Gwen glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was following. “Did they recognize you?”“I don’t think so. The man recommended I kiss you somewhere more privately.”She grinned. “Really?”“Yes.”They entered another unoccupied area and stopped in front of a religious painting with male naked angels. Pierre shook his head and said something in his native language.“What?” Gwen asked.He tilted his head towards the picture. “More small penises.”“Well, the angels reflect a semblance of religion. A large erection on a creature seen as pure and good might not go over well with the religious population.”“Are you saying you like small ones?”“No. No. Of course not.” The words flew out of her mouth.            He pressed his hand against her back and slid it down to her ass. “Good, because I have a large cock, and it wants to slide inside you.”
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Author Bio
I am an erotic romance writer living in Indiana. I write in a variety of genres such as Contemporary, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Erotic Romance and Menage a Trois. When I’m not slaving away at my day job, I create erotic adventures with hot and seductive men. Reader beware, I am not responsible for any titillation, increased temperatures, or hormonal stirrings. Blame my characters and read responsibly.

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Welcome super prolific erotic romance author, Desiree Holt...

Ride a Cowboyby Desiree Holt
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BLURB:
Two hot stories in one hot volume
Back In The Saddle
When Molly Hayes' marriage fell apart, she ran home to Hayes Ranch to lick her wounds. What she really wants to lick is foreman Chance McDaniel, the star of all her erotic fantasies. But he had never given her the time of day. Why would he give her his nights?
Kink is a mild term for the kind of sex Chance McDaniel enjoys. But he's learned the hard way not all women can handle his darker desires. He aches to give Molly the ride of her life but fears she'll shy away from his wilder ways.
Will the past become a stumbling block or will both Molly and Chance, once wounded, climb back in the saddle?
Eight Second Ride
Jessie Wade is a tough as nails sheriff until bull rider Kyle Mitchell ends up in her jail. With his bone-melting good looks and seductive voice, he knocks Jessie's defenses down one by one and awakens the sensuous woman she's hidden beneath her uniform. But Jessie can't afford to be soft. Or allow herself to fall for a cowboy who's never in one town longer than it takes to ride a bull.
Kyle never backs down from a challenge, but after a passionate night with Jessie, he realizes there's a hell of a woman behind the handcuffs and badge. Can Kyle convince Jessie he can take her for more than an eight-second ride?
EXCERPT
Back in the Saddle
“Dance with me, Molly.”
Danger! Danger!
She opened her mouth to refuse him, but somehow instead, found herself rising from the booth and following him to the dance floor. Only two other couples were making use of the music. Chance tactfully led her to a corner where the lights didn’t hit them. She was stiff within the circle of his arms, moving like a windup doll, until one hand slid up her back to hold the nape of her neck.
“Relax, Molly.” His mouth was at her ear, his breath a warm breeze against her skin. “It’s just a dance. Sometimes it helps to shut out everything else and just fall into the music.”
She was trying, but his body was so warm against hers and there was no mistaking the hard thickness of his cock pushing against her through the denim of his jeans. His scent teased at her nostrils, a heady blend of something woodsy and the smell of leather and horses. She was sure he’d showered but somehow, for men who worked at ranching rather than playing, the aroma burned its way into their skin. She loved it. Always had. If she wanted to be truthful, it was almost an aphrodisiac. She pressed herself just a millimeter closer.
What she would have given all those years ago to be where she was right this minute. But a lot of water had washed over the dam since then, and the last thing she wanted was to have Chance McDaniel feeling sorry for her.
“I…haven’t danced in a while,” she said lamely as she tried to relax in his grip.
God. Could I sound any more idiotic?
He chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “I think it’s like riding a horse. You never really forget. I think you could probably say that about everything.”
His lean fingers massaged the knot at the nape of her neck, his arm holding her against him as they shifted their bodies minimally in place. The stroking of those fingers sent shivers down her spine, but they also coaxed her to relax and move in rhythm with him. She actually found herself leaning her head against his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “I learned music can make you forget just about any damn thing.”   AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month—and sending her readers and reviewers into rhapsodies about her five star storytelling.
How did she become so prolific? She counts innumerable rich experiences in her long life, including years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client who interested her. Many did. Many became genuine characters whom she refashioned as heroes and heroines to live within the pages of her novels.
Her imagination does her proud. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today and numerous other national publications.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)
Learn more about her and read her novels here:
www.desireeholt.com
www.desiremeonly.com
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Twitter @desireeholt
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Desiree will be awarding a $50 GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and each host will get their choice of an ebook from the author's backlist.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/11/virtual-book-blast-tour-ride-cowboy-by.html  Comments??

Welcome Breathless Press author, Raven McAllan...

 Hi, Raven, welcome to my blog! I really love the sound of your release and will be downloading my copy as soon as we finish here. I am keen to venture into the historical erotic romance myself so hope to garner some tips! Okay, let's get on with the interview…

1.     How long have you been writing?                 
Ever since I was taught how to at the age of four.2.     What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?         
Write as you can, not as you think you should.3.     What comes first, the plot or characters?                 
I don't plot, so I guess my characters. I honestly can't describe how I write, I just write.4.     Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.        
Tilly, who pops in and out of the book, has a secret of her own.5.     When did you first consider yourself a writer?        
Hmmm. Am I? It depends how you mean it. I've written for years (school work, thank you letters, shopping lists,) but a writer… I still don't. I'm a WIP.6.     Describe your writing space.         
Wherever I happen to be. I have a MacBook Air so have—MacBook write anywhere. Study, long haul flights, deck over the ocean, coffee shop, you name it. I'm lucky I can block the world off without any problem.7.     What is the hardest part about writing for you?        
Having to stop to do silly things like the ironing.
MISS SIMPKINS’ SCHOOL:  FLORAby Raven McAllan
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BLURB:
Ex mistress to an Earl, who better than Molly Simpkins to show Flora how to ensure she gets what she needs from her marriage?
Flora's intended has an idea she doesn't agree with. Angus thinks she should be happy to live at their Scottish estate while he spends his time in London. It may be the way of the ton, but it isn't going to be Flora's way. This is her chance to show Angus what he'd miss if he leaves her alone. There's only one thing—she doesn't know how.
Luckily Miss Simpkins does.

EXCERPT
Fraser had been told he was cold and heartless by many a person, but he knew it wasn't true. He had proper affection for anyone he bedded, and truth be told, abhorred the way men married and still went elsewhere other than their wife for satisfaction. It may be the way of the ton, but it wasn't his way. Once wed, he intended to be faithful to his wife, and she to him. So why, he mused as he washed and tugged a banyan over his head, had he spouted such rubbish to Flora? Just because her brother said she understood and accepted life was thus?
I'm an idiot. First for not telling her how I feel, and second for not showing her. Third for not explaining how I wanted our life to be, and fourth—he winced at one particular bruise inflicted in Jackson's Boxing Salon—fourth for not dodging that blow from Carruthers.
Fraser shook his head at his folly, and went back into the sitting room adjacent to his bedchamber. Newton, his valet, had left port and brandy on a side table next to the fire that still burned in the grate. He poured a modest amount of brandy into a snifter. He had a lot of thinking to do, and needed a clear head. Fraser slumped into a chair and rested his chin on his chest with his brandy glass held loosely between his fingers. How could he persuade Flora to be open and tell him how she felt, especially when he hadn't given her the same courtesy? It was a dilemma, and one he couldn’t fathom out how to solve. He closed his eyes the better to think.
It was an unexpected noise that woke him. Fraser could have sworn he'd not dropped off, but the clock on the mantle gave lie to that supposition. Over two hours had passed, and the coals in the grate barely glowed. He shivered, his bare feet were chilled, and the thin banyan was scarcely enough to warm the rest of him. At least he hadn't spilled his port. He took a hefty swallow and put the almost empty glass down, before he stood up and made sure the fire was safe. There was no point in rekindling it, and at this hour, no point in doing anything other than going to bed. He had an early morning appointment to ride in the park with Flora, and he had hoped to talk to her about putting the announcement of their marriage in the newspaper. Now he knew he couldn't do that before he'd explained what he really wanted, and seen if she agreed. If she didn't, then John, the succession, and the ton could go and hang. His mind made up, Fraser doused the lamp, and made his way to his bedchamber. The curtains were open as he preferred and there was enough moonlight to see by that a candle wasn't needed.
There was also enough moonlight to see his bed was occupied.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
Why  Raven?  EASY!
The Raven is the harbinger of change. My Raven was around a lot after I sent Wallflowers Don't Wilt off to  Breathless Press. And then, I was offered a contract. Thanks Raven.
McAllan? EASY!
I live in Scotland. McAllan is a variation of the name of the BEST single malt in Scotland.What else could I pick?
So O.K. It's a pen name, but one with deep meaning for me. I hope you enjoy reading Raven's books.
Why don't you drop me a note and say Hi?
Looking forward to meeting you.

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Welcome erotic romance author, Grace Marshall...

 Hi Grace, welcome to my blog! It's great to have you here and to be a part on your tour - let's get started with the probing questions, shall we?? 
1)   What is the best and worse thing you have learned from an editor/agent?
The best thing I’ve learned from an editor is the cleaner my copy is and the more concise my story, the easier it is on everyone. My editor likes me better when I make her job easier, and I want her to like me a lot because it’s good when editors like their authors.
2)   What is your typical day?
I get up at 6:30 and have breakfast with my husband. I catch up on some PR before he leaves for work. On Mondays and Wednesdays I go to the gym. If the weather’s nice I’ll walk in the mornings.
Ideally I write the rest of the day. If I’m editing, that means I’m working on the second draft. If I’m doing the whole thing out loud, that means I’m on the final pass through before I send it out the door. 
Sometimes though, the time has to be spent in PR, writing blog posts, doing social media, making sure my posts, latest work, latest events are being promoted, keeping my websites and fan pages up to date. If I’m preparing for a blog tour for a new release, then there are at least a half a dozen blog posts to write.
When I break for lunch, I read for a while. When I’m pushing a deadline that’s about the only time I get to read.
My husband walks the 40 minutes from his office home, so when I know he’s coming, I start dinner. I’m not a foodie, so it’s simple, but fresh. We don’t do pre-packaged. We eat lots of fruit and veg, much of which we grow ourselves, and we share the cooking on weekends.
After dinner if I’m pushing a deadline, I’ll write until bedtime. If I’m not, we’ll both catch up on a bit of work and then watch a DVD. We go to bed around 11:30.
3)   What do you read while in the midst of a project? Or don’t you?
I have very little time to read when I’m in the midst of a project, but if I can sneak something in, I don’t like to read anything I have to think very hard about, and really, it’s hard to concentrate on anything but what I’m writing when I’m chasing a deadline. I like romance, erotica, good sci fi, fantasy, a good thriller. I like anything that’s a good escapist read.
4)   What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?It depends how much I liked it. If I love it, I keep it forever so I can read it again and again. If it was good but I don’t love it, I usually try to recycle it at a charity shop. I do most of my reading on my Kindle now, so if I love a book I read on my Kindle, I buy the paperback version. If I don’t then it never gets past its virtual bookshelf.5)   Are you nervous about friends reading your book?I was in the beginning. I’m not so much anymore. I no longer ask what they think. That gives them space so that if they didn’t like it, they don’t have to worry about making me feel bad. And if they did, they’ll say anyway. I know that not everyone likes the same thing and I have friends that I wouldn’t even suggest my books to because it just wouldn’t be a good fit. 6)   What things inspire you to write? Location, music, film or even in a book?Location inspires me a lot. My Lakeland Heatwave paranormal trilogy was inspired by the fabulous times I’ve spent with my husband fell walking in the English Lake District. My Executive Decisions trilogy was inspired by my love of the Northwestern US and of Oregon in particular. I often get inspiration on long walks. I call it walking a story. It’s amazing really how much the imagination can assert itself when I’ve walked long enough to clear my mind of all the stress and struggle of the day. Nature has always inspired me, so a walk is the ideal way to get to the great story ideas. I also get inspired in the vegetable garden.  As I said, my husband and I grow our own vegetables and there’s something about just getting my hands in the earth that I find opens me up to all kinds of story possibilities. 7)   Share your blurb or short excerpt from your latest release with usBlurb:
Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?
Excerpt:
Outside someone shouted, ‘Hastings, check the crappers.’
Before Harris knew what hit him, Stacie pulled him into the cubicle at the other end of the row and locked the door behind him talking in a fast whisper. ‘Sorry about this. Not very professional, I know, but I promised to do my best to keep us out of jail, and I’m thinking groping in the ladies’ room’s not what this raid’s all about.’ The words were barely out of her mouth before she launched herself at him lips first. Damn it; he wanted to be mad at her. They were about to go to jail, for fuck sake! But instead of giving her a piece of his mind, he kissed her right back, hard, and felt her yield and open, and his tongue was in heaven sparing with hers, tasting, testing, thrusting. He found himself hoping that the inevitable arrest would wait until after he got his fill of Stacie Emerson, and that could take a while. She felt way better than she had even in his fantasies, and when his badly-behaving hands moved down to cup her magnificent bottom and pull her closer, she returned the favor and gave his ass a good grope. As though that gave him permission to explore, he slid anxious fingers inside her trousers wriggling down past a miniscule thong to cup an impossibly soft, impossibly firm buttock that gave a muscular clench in his hand, forcing her hips forward until she couldn’t possibly miss the press of his appreciative hard-on straining his jeans to get closer to her.
In the hall the noise got louder and the door burst open.
She had just managed a good firm stroke to the front of his trousers that had his full attention and then some, when a heavy-handed knock on the door caused her to yelp, and he nearly fell back onto the commode.
‘All right, you two, tuck it in, and come on out.’

8)   What’s next for you?
Right now I’m writing another K D Grace novel called Fulfilling the Contract, which is the sequel to my novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly.  I’m having a great time with it. It’s set in Vegas which is a city I fell in love with when I was there for a writer’s convention several years ago. It’s about as untypical a place for me to fall for as possible, and yet I adore it, and I’ve loved writing a novel set there, especially when it continues the fun romp of The Mount that began in Holly. It’s scheduled for release in February.
Finish with details of where readers can find you – website, Facebook, Twitter etcAvailable from:http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/books/the-exhibition/
Author bio:Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. All three novels are available now.
Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace, writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.
Find Grace here:
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/GraceMarshallRomanceTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/GM_Romance

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Welcome UK erotic romance writer, Zara Stoneley….

Hi Rachel,Thank you so much for having me as your guest today JI really loved writing this book, mainly because of James! Last November my second novel, ‘Riding High’ was released and James was one of the secondary characters in it.  Although he only had a minor (but sexy) part to play, he was a big hit – lots of people got in touch asking when he was going to get his own story.Although I’d not intended having a linked book, I couldn’t help it. James is dark, brooding and enigmatic, and obviously his story had to be told. So, thank you to all those readers who got in touch!I obviously knew all about James, the pain in his past, the hurt that had made him switch off emotionally, and I knew it would take a very special kind of girl to get him to open up. Kezia is just that! I won’t say too much, but she’s the perfect antidote – a free-spirit, she’s been hurt but she’s fighting back, and she’s as open and giving as James is controlled.A brief word of warning – this book isn’t about BDSM, the one thing James has shut out of his life for ever. But it is about sensual surrender, letting go and giving in… I will let you read on to discover the rest!
By Zara Stoneley
November 25 – December 9
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BLURB SUMMER OF SURRENDER an erotic romance by Zara Stoneley. Published by HarperImpulse a division of Harper Collins Publisher.

Sex is the only thing they have in common. Total surrender the name of the game.

James had it all. Good education. City job and a wife he would have been willing to die for. Their motto had been work hard, play hard, but she’d pushed the boundaries too far and he’d walked. Became the man he felt he needed to be. Detached. In control.

Free spirit Kezia lives each day at a time; sharing, loving and giving are unconditional. And sex is part of the sharing.

When fate leaves James and Kezia trapped together for the summer, her openness is an invitation he just can’t resist. The attraction is instant, the sex all-consuming. And as their fantasies become reality, James begins to realise that willing surrender is a far different pleasure to forced submission… 
BUY LINKS

Amazon uk - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Summer-Surrender-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00FVE4WE0/Amazon com - http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Surrender-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00FVE4WE0/
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18742956-summer-of-surrender?ac=1
EXCERPT
He bent his head and kissed her. Just one light kiss on those cute rosebud lips, and it drenched his senses with her smell and her need. He didn’t mean to do it. He shouldn’t have done it. But there was something in her, and James didn’t know what the hell it was, but it had just dragged him right in where he didn’t want to go.He’d not had a sweet kiss for a long time. Not since Chloe had gone. And he hadn’t intended on doing it again.She eased her grip on the fork just like he knew she would, half turned in his arms, stared at him with need, and moved her hands up to his chest.Fuck. He let go of the pitchfork like it was molten metal and took a step back. Why the hell had he done that? He hadn’t exactly banned kisses from his life, when he moved out here, but he’d firmly limited them. The platonic kiss on the cheek and the passionate kiss during sex. He liked the taste of a woman just before she came, her kiss told him far more than her words ever did.This was neither.She was still in the same spot, swaying slightly, a quizzical expression on the face that had been clear.‘That didn’t happen. I’ll get another fork.’‘Sure.’ Her tone was light, but more confused than hurt.There was a fork across the yard, but he didn’t pick it up. He gritted his teeth and walked to the bottom of the row of stables, took a breath and wondered why the hell he had a raging hard on and why the hell he’d let himself touch her. More than that, kiss her. It was that look of innocence probably, a look he found hard to resist. She was a mixture of tease and doubt, of the unconventional and a need to fit the norm. But he wasn’t here to reassure her, to teach her. He picked up the heaviest pitchfork he could see and strode back, wielding it like a weapon. A harder workout might help. This girl was not staying round, she was going before they’d got to the end of the day if he had anything to do with it.
I live in a country cottage in the UK with a naughty mouse catching, curtain climbing cat, my wonderful guitar playing, video making, Minecraft mad teenage son and a wine drinking, sun loving, master chef in the making, sexy alpha hero.
I love my family, sexy high heels, sunshine, wine, good food, cats, horses, dogs, music, coffee, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order! And I like my heroes just how I like my coffee – hot, strong and moreish.
You can find more about me, and all my contact details at www.zarastoneley.com. Please stop by – I love to meet new people.
WHERE TO FIND ZARA -Website - http://www.zarastoneley.comBlog – http://zarastoneley.blogspot.comTwitter - @zarastoneley (https://twitter.com/ZaraStoneley)Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/zarastoneleyAmazon author page – http://amazon.com/author/zarastoneleyGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5819479.Zara_Stoneley
Giveaway:Tour wide giveaway of a $10 Amazon Gift Card and 1 ebook copy from Zara Stonely’s backlist
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Welcome multi-published erotic romance author, Shoshanna Evers...

The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy by Shoshanna Evers
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BLURB:
Book One in the heart-pounding Pulse Trilogy—a gripping erotic romance set in post-apocalyptic New York City one year after an electromagnetic pulse destroys America’s power grid. "Intense, exciting, and sizzlingly sexy—a perfect post-apocalyptic romance!" (Heather Thurmeier, bestselling author of Escape to My Arms and Stuck on You)
Emily Rosen lives in a military camp at Grand Central Station, where women sell their bodies to soldiers for extra rations. When she discovers a dark secret—that America is rebuilding outside of New York City, and everything the city’s refugees have been told is a lie—she escapes, the soldiers hot on her heels…
But Christopher Mason, a convict who broke out of prison after the Pulse, finds Emily first. Although he’s survived this long on the streets by looking out only for himself, Emily is beautiful, alluring, and impossible to leave behind.
Now Emily must convince this intimidating, magnetic stranger to be her guide as they journey out of New York and into the unknown. She’ll barter with her body, but sex with Mason can never be currency—it’s pure passion, and everything she desires. Despite the crumbling world around them, can Emily and Mason discover true love blooming in the darkest of places?

EXCERPT
Excerpt from The Pulse, Book 1 in the Pulse Trilogy by Shoshanna EversCopyright Shoshanna Evers 2013 Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, All Rights Reserved.
“Look at me,” Emily said soothingly. “I need to see your pupils.”
She peered into his eyes. In a perfect world, she’d shine a flashlight in them, but there were no flashlights. The only light she had now streamed in through the dirty glass panes of the windows.
Man, he was good-looking. Too good-looking. And large.
Mason leaned forward on the cot and grabbed her wrists. “It’s you,” he said groggily.
 “I’m Emily, I’m taking care of you,” she said gently. “I’m going to clean your wound. It may hurt.”
“I remember you. I saw you that day, when they picked you up. When you got brought in.”
Emily looked at him in horror. He was from the camp, he had to be. She shrank away from him, feeling her heart race. The washrag hung limply from her hand.
Focus, don’t be blinded by fear.
“I remember you. When they took you away, it was me, hiding behind the cab,” Mason said, staring intently into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
She remembered him now, the man who held his finger to his lips. At the time she had assumed he was hiding from the soldiers, just like she had been.
Like she was now.
“You—you’re not one of them?” she asked, hating how weak and scared she sounded.
“No. I’ve got my reasons to hide from the law. Like you, I imagine.”
She laughed, a dry barking sound. “Not like my reason.”
Quickly, she quieted herself. The less he knew about her hidden radio, the safer for both of them.
“Are you . . . Why are you hiding, Mason?” She had to know, as much as she didn’t want to. He was the only man around she could possibly trust—if he truly had nothing to do with the soldiers.
As much as she wanted to make it on her own, it didn’t hurt to know who her friends were—and her enemies.
Suddenly, he looked at her suspiciously. “I should never have told you my name.”
“I’m sorry,” Emily whispered. “I saw the tattoo, on your arm. I thought maybe you had been in prison.”
“Do you know what they do to prisoners now, Emily?”
Emily looked at him and cocked her head. “My understanding is they let all the petty criminals go. The ones who were murderers, rapists, pedophiles and psychos they . . . they shot them. Killed them all so they wouldn’t take up valuable resources.”
“They kill prisoners, huh?” Mason said, staring at her intently, holding her wrists. “So what makes you think I want you spreading rumors about me being in prison?”
“I won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”
He dropped his hands then, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. “There’re no computers to track me. No fingerprint files. I’m a blank slate now, and I intend to start over.”
“What did you do?” she whispered.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “And that’s all you need to know. Understand?”
“Okay,” she said softly, and picked up the rag to finish cleaning his wound, grateful to have a task to keep her focused. He wouldn’t need stitches, but she’d have to check him every fifteen minutes or so for a while to make sure he wasn’t suffering from a brain injury.
Not that she could do anything for him if he was. If his head injury was truly serious, then he would just go to sleep and die. She wasn’t about to do brain surgery. She couldn’t even if she knew how.
His T-shirt was saturated with blood—scalps tend to bleed a lot. “Can you . . . take off your shirt?” she asked tentatively.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said. His face looked flushed, a deep pink coloring his previously pale cheeks. “I’m not—I don’t expect you to—”
She took a step back. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just—your shirt is ruined. Bloody. I can wash it.”
He turned his face from her for a moment as if trying to compose himself.
“Where you gonna wash it?” he asked as he pulled the filthy shirt over his shoulders.
She glimpsed tight abdominal muscles and an incredibly large, smooth chest before the shirt came completely off . He had a sprinkling of crinkly dark hair leading down around his navel, trailing into the waistband of his cargo pants.
Emily sighed. “I don’t know. But I bet one of the shirts I took with me from Grand Central will fit. Might be a bit tight,” she acknowledged as she ruffled through a worn backpack. “Here.”
It was definitely too small, outlining all of his muscles in stark relief.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora's Cave Publishing.
The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.
Her BDSM erotic romance The Enslaved Trilogy released in April 2013 from Simon & Schuster's Pocket Star imprint, followed by the Pulse Trilogy, a post-apocalyptic dystopian erotic romance releasing November 2013.
Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Northern Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.
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