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ROPING THE COWBOY CONTEST!
On October 15th, visit our nine author blogs to read a short excerpt and answer a single question in comments. Be sure to visit all nine, answer the question, and leave your email address. Each of the nine Roping the Cowboy authors will choose one participant's name from comments on their blog. We'll mix up those nine names in a virtual Stetson to draw a grand prize winner. Check out these fantastic prizes:
$100 Amazon Gift Card and a virtual gift basket of ebooks and author swag.

To enter for these great prizes,
Read the excerpt below and answer the question I've asked!!
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Here's my excerpt from Whiskey's Sweet Revenge: 


No matter, apparently her family dynamic, or lack thereof, meant nothing to this sour man. She would bow out gracefully. He had enough on his hands at the moment.

“Ahem.” She cleared her throat in the hopes of stopping his grumbling. "I was sent by Doc Chase, not that you would care, but I’m just going to leave. I think you have bigger problems here than my…how did you put it?...cute little ass and doctor bag?” She shifted to her left, ready to head out of the barn. “When you find your horse, call Doc’s office, and they’ll find someone else to come out.”

He stared. She turned to walk away.

“Wait.”He ran after her, grabbing an upper arm. “What do you mean when I find my
horse?”

“Exactly what I said, Mr. Jackson. Your horse was not in the stall. I’m Miranda Chase, Doc’s daughter, and while I’d love to go back to wherever the hell it is I came from, which by the way is Montana, where I have my own practice, I can’t. And, right now I have more important things to do than stand here while you call me names. Good day, sir.” She curtsied, like a smart ass, turned, and stepped away again.

Normally Miranda didn’t let men direct her or tell her what to do, yet when this man yelled, it stopped her in her tracks. When he’d grabbed her arm, she pretended not to have any reaction, but his hands had such a gentle roughness, she suddenly wanted them all over her body.

Now, hearing his stern voice, sexy, deep, and extremely Southern, she felt a quiver run straight to her core. Damn, she did not need another man distracting her. They all turned out to be no good. Maybe that’s why her daddy never acknowledged her as family? Maybe she was too much trouble for him, and he'd wished all along she had been a boy!

She turned toward the sexy voice of the tall, dark and dreamy cowboy, and for a second time, he walked right up into her personal space.

“I’m confused. We can talk about you and Doc and why you’re here later. Why isn’t my horse in his stall?”

“How the hell should I know?” Miranda shrugged. Did this guy have shit for brains? Total outer package, and yeah…she glanced lower…that part of the package appeared outstanding too, but nothing going on upstairs so far as she could tell.

“You were in my barn, what did you do to him? You’re coming with me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he latched onto her upper arm, dragging her back to the barn.

“Let me go, you lunatic. I didn’t do anything with your horse. I came to do his physical, just like I was scheduled, and since your horse isn’t here, I’m moving on to my next appointment.” Her struggle was pointless; he was too strong to pull away from. She glared at him, but apparently intimidation wasn’t her thing, he continued without being affected.

“Oh no, not until we get to the bottom of this.”

“You’re a damned arrogant ass. Why is this my problem?”

“How do I know you didn’t do something with him?”

“Oh my God! And what, may I ask, would I do with a 2000-pound animal, hide him in my cute little doctor bag?” 
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My Question:  How does this excerpt make you feel about Garrett?Please leave your answer in comments below :)Good luck !!
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Happy #NewRelease to Nicki Elson and When It Holds You @SizzlingPR

Virtual. That’s where she was supposed to stay—only in my online gaming life. I never intended to meet up with her in person. And I certainly hadn’t counted on her being who she is.
Cliff Walsh has dozens of hot, smart, and willing paramours in his video games. Who needs to look further? The twenty-eight year old attorney is done getting his heart smashed by real-life women who fit his perfect-mate checklist. From now on, he vows to keep his romances digital-only…until a certain redheaded gamer twists all his preconceptions and touches a place in his heart he didn’t know existed.
I always thought I knew what love would look like, but sometimes you don’t recognize it until the moment when it holds you. ~Cliff Buy on Amazon or Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Buy Now for only $0.99 or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.Excerpt:Author note: Loinerd is Cliff’s video game character.We’ll Be CharactersLoinerd and PlanetClaire flew through the moonlit forest until they could no longer hear the yapping of the wolf-like creatures that had given them chase. The creatures had sprung out of nowhere and landed a few choice blows before Loinerd and Claire had outsmarted them and sped out of their reach. They now found themselves in a dark, secluded corner of the woods.“Over there,” Claire said, gesturing toward the arched form of a fallen tree. The thick, bent trunk had grown over with vines and formed a sort of shelter. They were able to stand underneath the high point where the tree had cracked. “Turn around,” she ordered.Loinerd obeyed. Silvery moonlight illuminated his nearly bare back. His vest and shirt hung in tatters, revealing deep claw marks.“We better hope those aren’t poisoned,” Claire said, reaching into her boot and pulling out a vial. She dabbed the contents onto her fingertips and ran her slender fingers along each of the cuts.Loinerd flinched. “Let me look at your injuries.”“Let me finish.”After she’d applied ointment to the last scratch, Loinerd turned and scanned her figure. The black unitard hugged every lean curve, but large gashes caused the fabric to gape open, exposing raw, pink flesh.“Give me the vial.” Cliff hoped she hadn’t heard the huskiness in his voice that betrayed his sudden arousal.Claire handed him the medicine and lifted her hands away from her sides. Cliff held his breath while he reached a virtual hand forward to push up the fabric just beneath her left breast. He stretched the hole so he could assess the extent of the damage. Reaching his other hand forward, he applied the ointment with gentle, circular strokes. During the charged silence between them, Cliff’s mind traveled to all sorts of naughty places.“Tell the truth,” Claire said, breaking into his thoughts. “Have I ever been your masturbation muse?”“What?” Cliff was knocked off guard by her bluntness, but his avatar kept stroking.“Lately, Loinerd’s been the go-to guy in my spank bank.”Cliff choked on his laugh. When he heard Claire giggle, he moved his character’s ministrations to less temptingly placed wounds. Though who was he kidding—every inch of this woman’s animated body was tantalizing.“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were so shy. Want me to change the subject?” she asked.“No. I mean, I…uhm…”PlanetClaire shot a hand out to hold one side of Loinerd’s face and brought her mouth to his. Cliff clicked his controls to return the kiss and take her in his character’s arms. As he watched the avatars make out, he felt slightly stunned. His in-game sex had only ever been with non-player characters. He’d never before connected with another live human in virtual coitus.With the two characters intimately engaged, the scene played out in autopilot. Cliff and Claire only had to make quick selections on how to proceed. At any time, either one of them could pull out from the embrace, but neither of them did. PlanetClaire moved deeper into the makeshift shelter. Tree limbs and heavy vines angled downward, providing privacy, though she had to kneel to fit under the natural ceiling. She shrugged out of her low-cut top, revealing a pert pair of breasts with dark brown nubs at their centers. Cliff longed to bite them.Loinerd lowered to his knees and leaned in, his head swiveling as he played out Cliff’s desires. From the screen, PlanetClaire moaned. Through his headphones, Cliff heard her real-life breathing become heavier. He matched his breaths to her rhythm.Now that they were engaged in full-on intimacy, the screen showed a montage of the characters’ nude forms from various angles, keeping the video adult-rated but not outright pornographic. Claire’s form was all pinks and peaches and browns. The only black remaining on her was a winged dragon tattoo stretching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. Loinerd licked down the dragon’s tail trailing along her spine.While Loinerd and PlanetClaire pumped and thrust and writhed against each other, Claire whispered to Cliff in breathy huffs, “Meet me in San Diego. At the convention. Just for one night.”Cliff panted back, “What about keeping real life separate from gaming?” As much as the idea appealed to him, he didn’t want to make any stupid agreements in the passion of the moment.“It won’t be real life…cosplay…with masks. We’ll be characters.”“Oh, God, Claire,” he groaned, no longer trying to hide what he was doing to himself while he watched their characters copulate. “Let’s do it.”About the Author: Nicki Elson writes spicy fiction with a sweet and dreamy center. She does other stuff, too...like obsess over Survivor and The Bachelor (and she's not ashamed to admit it).

Writing fiction wasn't something Nicki set out to do; it just sort of happened when she realized writing reports was by far her favorite part of her investment consulting position. She traded stock allocation and diversification for story arcs and dialogue and now weaves creative writing into her life with her family in the Chicago suburbs.Website - Facebook - Twitter - Amazon 

Four Times Broken by Felisha Antonette @sizzlingPR @PeiriAnn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
Series: A Burdened Novel
Publisher: Feliant Books
Release Date: October 13, 2016

Tracey Warren has her last year of high school mapped out--stay focused, graduate in a few months, and get the hell out of Bennington Virginia. Everything is working out in her favor. Life has finally started to level out, until a car accident sends her plans spiraling out of her control.Her pedestrian reality crashes around her after an innocuous encounter with a diabolically handsome stranger. Nathan Newcomb has her head and her world altering minute by minute. Soon, she discovers the only cure for the uneasy feelings and abrasive pain is Nathan himself. A man whose very existence balances between violent chaos and rigidly controlled dangers.Nathan knows the life of a woman mated to a Burdened Sephlem is destined for peril beyond a human’s reckoning, that he’ll be required to literally hand over his heart to her. But Tracey calls to his desire to experience love in spite of the hazards. And Nathan’s impossibly potent magnetism draws Tracey into a bonding that will put her in mortal danger again and again.Once the pair becomes one, the threat escalates and nowhere is safe. There are enemies that lurk behind every corner. But the greatest danger may be in the bloodlines that course through Nathan’s veins.Can their love survive or will their burdened souls surrender and fade away?Buy on AmazonAbout the Author
Felisha (Peiri) Antonette writes heart-throbbing young adult and new adult romantic suspense, paranormal, science fiction, and contemporary romance with compelling characters who stick with you long after you turn the last page.When she's not writing, Felisha spends time with her beautiful daughter, staying cool in Arizona, considering mountain climbing, and finding a way to get back to her hometown Chicago.With a bachelor’s degree in Psychology and Creative Writing, she can pick apart a person's motivations to create a believable character, but she has yet to master time management.
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Happy Release day to SECOND CHANCE by Suzi MacDonald @roanepublishing #newrelease #giveaway

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO SECOND CHANCE!

Second Chance
A Contemporary Romance Novel
By Suzi Macdonald
Release Date: October 17, 2016
Keywords: Contemporary Romance, Second Chances, Reunion, First Love, Decisions, Family


Teige Adams fell for the dazzling Alexandra "Zani" Fairmichael in high school, but Zani was far too sophisticated to fall for a tall, geeky misfit like Teige. Twenty years later, he is a successful photographer with a string of glamorous ex-girlfriends behind him, and Zani has become plain Allie Brown, the mother of demanding teenage twins.

When Teige discovers Allie has separated from her husband and is moving back to their hometown, he is determined to try for a second chance at the girl he never had. But Allie, on the rebound from a difficult marriage, isn’t certain what (or who) she wants. Plus, Teige’s slightly unhinged ex-fiancée and Allie’s soon-to-be-ex-husband have their own ideas about who Teige and Allie should be with. And then there is Katie, who is certain Teige is "The One" for her.
Will Teige finally win Allie’s heart – or is it too late for a second chance?


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UNEXPECTED by K.G. Fletcher @sizzlingpr @kgfletcher3

Unexpected by KG FletcherRelease Date: December 12, 2016Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

Recently jilted Josephine Davis wasn’t looking for love…. A chance encounter along the sweltering highway with Atlanta’s own millionaire bachelor changed all that. Devastatingly handsome and full of unexpected talents, William Prescott Harrington, III shows beautiful Josie a life that she could have only dreamed of; his excessive wealth and generosity eventually threatening her very existence. Two star-crossed lovers from polar opposite sides of Atlanta navigate their way through a maze of greed and jealousy desperate for only one thing – each other.Her heart made a wish. Will her dream become reality or will the nightmare destroy them all?PreOrder Now:Amazon - Kobo Excerpt:He left the flat tire on the pavement and grabbed the spare out of the back, bouncing it to the empty wheel well. He got it on in no time and she held the rim full of nuts for him as he carefully tightened each one back on the tire, flexing his upper body magnificently. “That didn’t take long now, did it?” He grinned at her again, pushing back the wave on his forehead smearing more black residue on his handsome face. He slowly cranked the jack back down to where the tire was sitting perfectly on the pavement.“Gosh, that’s a lot of work. I appreciate you coming back and doing this for me. I probably would have had to call Triple-A.” She felt like a wet mop standing on the hot asphalt, sweating profusely watching him hoist the flat tire into the back of the van and shutting the hatch.“It’s the least I could do,” he said, grabbing his t-shirt off the top of the car. He used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, neck, chest, and dirty hands. The shirt was ruined.“Oh, wow. You just ruined your shirt. Do you have to be anywhere?” she asked with concern. Her eyes were about to pop out of her head watching him.He ran his hands through his damp hair again, a noticeable habit she was starting to enjoy.“Nah… I was just heading home by way of Lenox Mall. I can stop by there another day.” He shook his head with disbelief and laughed. “It sure is freakin’ hot out here!” He grinned, rubbing the soiled t-shirt on the back of his neck. “I want to pay you for a new tire, okay?”She shook her head even though she wasn’t sure how she’d pay for a new one. “No, that’s all right. Thanks though.”“Okay, but you look hot. Would you like to go for a swim or something?”Josie held her breath. Did he just ask her to go for a swim? She suddenly felt very dizzy and put her hand on the van to steady herself. About the Author:KG Fletcher is the author of the romantic suspense novel, Unexpected, releasing in December, 2016. She is an active member of RWA and the Georgia Romance Writers Association. She was a singer/songwriter in Nashville, TN and a recipient of the “Airplay International Award” for “Best New Artist” showcasing original songs at The Bluebird Café. She earned her BFA in theater at Valdosta State College and has traveled the world professionally as a singer/actress. She currently gets to play rock star as a backup singer in the National Tour, “Remember When Rock Was Young – a Tribute to Elton John.” (www.almosteltonjohn.com)
KG lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband Ladd and their three gorgeous sons. She is a hopeless romantic continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “Love” to help promote her romance novels.

Happy Release to Darlene Fredette with NOTHING TO LOSE @DarleneLF @EscapePublisher

Nothing To Lose Darlene Fredette
Release Date: October 05, 2016 Publisher: Escape Publishing SubGenre(s): Contemporary
Rating: Sweet (PG)
Keywords: sweet romance, bakery, cakes, fireman, family.
Page Count: 52


She has one last hope – a small, family-run bakery that might just be baking up second chances. 
Dwindling finances has Jesse Robinson running out of options. With a past filled with failures, she longs for a new beginning. Applying for a job she isn’t qualified for may be another crazy mistake, but at this point Jesse has nothing to lose. 
Juggling two jobs, Travis Cooper has absolutely no time for a relationship and isn’t looking for one. But when his mother hires an unqualified baker, he has more to worry about than three-tiered wedding cakes. Like whether to break his own no-dating-employees rule and make a little room in his life for love. 

Excerpt:      ‘How hard can baking be? Easy‐peasy. Right?’ She knew her words to be untrue. She’d watched shows on the Food Network. The chefs on television made creating desserts appear simple, yet Jessie’s attempts always ended with opening a window and the lid on the garbage can.      ‘I have no choice, and at this point I have nothing to lose.’ Jessie had thought the same before her previous four jobs. Though, she did excel at one particular skill—making bad choices. If only she could include that talent as a positive trait.      She drew in a deep breath to calm her racing pulse. Desperation rolled in the emptiness of her stomach. She’d just go into the bakery and win them over. She had to. The two hundred dollars in her bank account would cover her car payment. As long as I don’t eat or drive anywhere, I’m good.
About the Author: Darlene resides on the East Coast of Canada with her husband, daughter, and Yellow Lab. When not working on her next book, she enjoys spending time with her family. An avid reader since childhood, Darlene loves to develop the many stories swimming in her head. She writes heartwarming contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners. 

Contact links: Web: http://findingthewritewords.blogspot.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/DarleneLFTwitter: https://twitter.com/DarleneLFPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/DarleneFredette/Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/DarleneLF
Purchase Links: Escape Publishing: http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/product/9781489221070
Amazon (all locations):http://myBook.to/NoToLose
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It's All About the Book with London Saint James and Every Single Part of You @LSJRomance #giveaway

London Saint James has joined us today for an interview... It’s All About the Book…
 v Please tell us about your current or upcoming release.  
My current release is titled, Every Single Part of You.
Here’s the blurb:
Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
 
v What is this book’s genre?  Is this the genre you usually write in?  Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
 The genre’s are, Contemporary Erotic Romance, M/F/M Ménage, Rockers. And, yes. I usually write some form of erotic romance. *Smiles* As far as genre’s I haven’t written that I’d like to try, that would be historical romance.
 
v What inspired you to write this book?
I was inspired during an author to author chat where we talked about rockers, bands, hot bad boy musicians. That conversation sparked the idea of writing a series of books about a metal band. A touring metal band. And so, Cinder was born!
 
v How did you pick its title?  Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?
I picked the title first, however I knew the title would be tied into the book by a song written by Eryk and Cross about Sara.
 
v How did you create your characters?  Did you use any real life people in their making?
No real life people, sorry. However, I did use photos of hot, tattooed men as inspiration for what the characters look like, or at least as close as I could get to the picture of them in my head.
 
v Who is your favorite character of this book and why?
I love all of them, but if I must single one of them out, it would be Eryk. He holds a special place in my heart because he’s had some hard things happen in his life.
 
v What is your favorite part of this book?  Can you share an excerpt from that part?
I actually have several favorite scenes from Every Single Part of You, but I think I’ll go with this one. It’s when Sara wakes up on the Cinder tour bus.
The sensation of bright sunlight trickled through my closed eyelids and clicked around inside my sleep-muddled brain. What in the heck? Had Briar forgotten to close the curtains last night before she wandered to bed?
“Bri,” I mumbled, reaching for the arm draped over my side, “curtains.”
My fingers rested on a thick wrist. I inched my forefinger through crisp hair. Hey.Something rock-hard poked into my lower stomach. And my backside.
I popped one eye open, gasped, and sat up, knocking two heavy limbs from my body on the way. I was in a bed, but not Briar’s, and the bed was…vibrating?
The distinct humming sound of a running motor registered.
I glanced over my shoulder. Cross lay next to me, shirtless and stretching, his black Calvin Klein’s showcasing his morning erection. If I hadn’t been so freaked out, I would have taken a second to drool properly, but I tore my gaze off him and to my left.
Eryk peered up at me with squinty, pale eyes and a hint of a crooked grin. “Too early, Petal.”
Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
“We-we’re moving.” The rushed words flew from my mouth as my stomach flip-flopped.
Cross’s muscled arm wrapped around me and tugged me back down. “Hale is a total Grumpy Von Grump-in-Stein if he doesn’t get at least eight hours of beauty sleep.” His lips, nose, and chin nuzzled into the nape of my neck. “God, you smell good. Now, wiggle that fine ass into me and chillax.”
“Chillax?” I hit the octave of panicked shrill. Eryk tugged the pillow out from under his head and pressed it over his ear. “I’m still on your tour bus.”
Cross yanked my bottom into his stiff package, spooning me. “Much better.”
I huffed, “It’s daylight.”
His hand meandered up my bare stomach. “Mm-hm.”
I was topless, wearing my white bra and panties. I remembered my blouse coming off while I made out with them on their couch, but what happened to my capris? I nudged Cross with my elbow. “Are you listening to me?”
“Huh?”
“Cross! I’m supposed to be at Briar’s.” Oh God. Briar. “Where’s Briar?”
“Home, I imagine.”
I swallowed. Hard. “Home?”
“Mm,” he mumbled.
I tried to sit up again, but Cross held firm, and Eryk’s leg slid between mine. Sandwiched. Between two hot men.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. “I c-can’t be here. On your bus. In bed with you guys. Cuddling.”
The bedroom door burst open, causing a startled squeak to press past my lips as I tried unsuccessfully to curl into a ball to hide.
Fade grinned down at us. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” 
v    What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
I lucked out when writing this book, because it all just flowed. Something that doesn’t always happen, but when it does my characters and I are all happy. So, I didn’t really have a hard part on this one. *Smiles*
 
v    Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?
Not necessarily a quirk specific to writing, Every Single Part of You, but I do have to stop every so often when I’m writing and read back what I’ve written out loud so I can hear it.
 
v    Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series?  If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series.  If not a series, what comes next to be released?
This is a series, Cinder Unchained Chaos Tour. What will be coming next will be considered book 1.5. The title is, Forever Yours and will be a novella length book that will focus once again on Eryk, Sara, and Cross. Book 2 will be novel length and it’s Fade’s story.  ***  
Every Single Part of You
Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour 
Written by London Saint James
Narrated by La Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers
Listening time: 7 hrs and 56 minsGenre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, M/F/M Ménage, RockersPlease Note: This book contains mature themes, includes explicit language and sexual scenes.
  Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
 
 


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Excerpt:

      Holy cow.The energy swirling through the dimly lit Tacoma Dome was a living, pulsing entity unlike anything I’d experienced before. Twenty thousand-plus people packed the space, chanting, “Cinder! Cinder!” while holding lighters and cellphones in the air, so many it was as if millions of fireflies took flight.
Briar and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our close vantage point.
Leaning into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking awesome?”
“It is,” I agreed.
“You two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.
Briar turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yes.”
She flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”
“Bri,” I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic, but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
In front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a “Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.
“Oh my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the process. “This is it, babe.”
An unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
Multiple LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire, followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real flames and sparks
shot into the air as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.
The crowd went wild.
“That’s Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
I looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.
A huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboomwent off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together, leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm guitarist.”
The two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one going left, the other right.
Beside me, Briar wolf-whistled.
“Shit, yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend, never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”
With a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long hair swishing about her face.
The vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
Cross ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck, fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs as he lunged. Pure,
euphoric pleasure emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty, sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
What in the heck is wrong with me?
I pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god, focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
Focus on something else.
I watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were doing some killer cardio.
When the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly voice.
The crowd went berserk.
 
 


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It’s All About the Book…
* Please tell us about your current or upcoming release.  o   Title: Lost Reputationo   Blurb: Casey Hayes has a secret—she writes the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a scandal.
o   When she exposes a teacher’s shameful secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more important to her than her life.

 * What is this book’s genre?  Is this the genre you usually write in?  Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try? 
Lost Reputation is a young adult contemporary novel. YA is my favorite age group and I pretty much love all genres of YA, especially fantasy, dystopian, and contemporary.


* What inspired you to write this book?  
I tend to be a suspicious person and see scandals all over the place. I thought it would be fun to put those scandals in a high school with a curious main character who loves to break a good news story and also dabbles in conspiracy theories.


* How did you pick its title?  Did it come first or did you have to write the story first? 
Lost Reputation is actually a new title for this book. The original title didn’t capture the flavor of the story, but the story was started first, then I worked on titles. All of my books come from either a character or plot idea. The title usually comes later.


* How did you create your characters?  Did you use any real life people in their making? 
I usually have some characteristics of people I know in my characters, but those characteristics just add to the character’s personality. None of my characters are totally based on any one person.
 
* Who is your favorite character of this book and why? 
I love Vic, Casey’s love interest. He’s a sweet, chivalrous, sexy guy who isn’t what Casey thinks he is. I also love his Spanish accent – it’s adorable J


* What is your favorite part of this book?  Can you share an excerpt from that part?  
Let’s just say my favorite part is when Vic rescues Casey in a rather unlikely way. I don’t want to spoil it – it was really fun to write!


* What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?  
Hmm, I don’t think anything in this book was hard to write. 


*Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this? 
I love to sit on my back porch while listening to the birds as I write, preferably with a cat on my lap. I don’t listen to music when I write because it’s too distracting to me.


* Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series?  If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series.  If not a series, what comes next to be released?  
I wrote this as a standalone with series potential, so Casey may return with Vic and their friends. I have a few other novels hanging out on my laptop waiting to find homes, so we’ll see what happens! 


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LOST REPUTATIONKimberly Ann Miller
Romance/Contemporary/Suspense/Young AdultEvernight Teen Publishing/237 pages
Casey Hayes has a secret—she writes the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a scandal.
When she exposes a teacher’s shameful secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more important to her than her life.
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Excerpt:I laughed at the memory as I locked up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals and didn’t need the distraction.The worst thing was, Charli told me he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and didn’t care if he got girls sick.But damn, did this guy make my insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his build.Loose jeans with a belt, black boots, and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could quiver.But it wasn’t just his looks that held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were too rough or mean.If it wasn’t for that wild partying side of him … sigh.As he approached his seat, I couldn’t help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each step.He caught me staring and raised a thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.Vic slid into his seat next to me and winked at the girls that were staring at him.They always stared at him.I rolled my eyes. But when I felt his eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that came from looking at him.The other problem was, besides being a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident, I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to girls.But, whatever. He had a harem now, so good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.Kylie sauntered over to him, swaying her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.He pulled her fingers off him and slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”She leaned into him again, making sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye adjustment?“Maybe another time, okay?”Vic nodded once. “Si.”I pulled out my phone to check messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the hottest guy in school.“Hey, Casey,” he said in his sexy Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it sound like Kay Seee.It was both unsettling and adorable, so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?


About the Author: Kimberly Ann Miller received Bachelor's degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a Master's degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey.  She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and young adult novels.  She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by night. She always takes her Nook with her.
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Spotlight: The Hotter The Love (Hot Model Mine) by Lea Bronsen @evernightpublishing @LeaBronsen #newrelease

 

  After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea's sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons' girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea's young and very handsome fiancé... On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher's offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new "Cover Photo of the Year". Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka?    ExcerptWe enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space. Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object. The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere. Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction. I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina? My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated. Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery. I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again? I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet. She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove. Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid. I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?” “Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable. My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us? Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved. Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?” I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.” She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?” “At an author conference.” Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.” “Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it. “Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse? She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?” Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.    Book trailerhttps://youtu.be/ho7fOUvnFfw 
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The Perfect Shoot (book #1) When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits… Get The Perfect Shoot at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-perfect-shoot-by-lea-bronsen/    

Mine to Love (book #2) The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future? Get Mine to Love at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mine-to-love-by-lea-bronsen/  
About the author I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic dark/contemporary romance. I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on: Website / Lea's Crazy Nights Blog / Facebook profile / Facebook page / Twitter / Amazon