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Cover Reveal: An Outlaw in her Bed by Kastil Eavenshade @KEavenshade @RoanePublishing

An Outlaw in her Bed
by:  Kastil Eavenshade
Release Date:  March 21, 2016Publisher:  Roane Publishing
Keywords:  Erotic, Romance, Western, Gunslinger, Old West, Bad Boy
An outlaw by trade, Travis Colburn refuses to be tied down by a woman.  Life on the run leaves him no room for love, until a calico queen’s wicked lips tattoo his soul. Her searing kiss leads him on a path entwined with the devil himself, and nothing will stand in his way—not even cold lead from a gun.
When a bullet steals her husband’s life, Ella Gilby gets more than she bargained for from a tall, dark stranger.  Death walks in his shadow and the temptation he offers swallows her whole.  The more she denies the attraction, the more her desire for the deadly desperado draws her back in.
Heaven and debauchery collide, and the love sparked in a single night reignites as Ella recaptures the man she lost long ago.  Unless their shaded past tears their world in two.

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About the Author:
Kastil Eavenshade is multi-published author pandering her romantic shenanigans.  When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she’s dreaming up her next heart-beating tale.  No period in history-past, present, or future-is safe from the clutches of her muse.
Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey.  She credits her parents for her free spirit as they’ve always  supported her in every aspect of her life.  Without them, she wouldn’t be here.  She finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other.  Find her on Goodreads and Amazon.

Links:Website/Blog:  https://kastil.wordpress.comTwitter:  https://twitter.com/KEavenshade

Spotlight: Dark Tales Diaries, Volume 3 @LSJRomance #giveaway @bloggerbees

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume ThreeAudiobookby London Saint James
Audiobook Narrated by: John Thrust
Listening Time: 2hrs 2 min

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking
Please Note: This is a series best if read/listened to in order

You can find the audiobook here:  Amazon    Amazon UK    Audible Audible UK    iTunes
Direct Links for audiobook:Audible: http://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Three-Audiobook/B01AAQ16ISAudible UK: http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Erotica/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Three-Audiobook/B01AAQ448MAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Three/dp/B01AAPZSJWAmazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Three/dp/B01AAQ11GU/iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/dark-tales-diaries-volume/id1073748796


Read an Excerpt from Dance for Me:

The first time I’d met Mr. Armitage we’d been seated next to each other at a wedding reception. I remember thinking he reminded me of a slightly older version of Travis Fimmel, only with hunter-green eyes, and temptingly tousled chocolate-colored hair. While we’d never crossed paths before that day, we found out during small talk over dinner, we had a mutual friend in the bride. When dinner was over and the music started, he asked me to dance. I would have said yes, but my time with him was interrupted by an emergency call. Damn cell phones. The second time I met Mr. Armitage was by complete accident. Not that I ran into him in a grocery store or something. No. It was an accident quite simply because, he was the last man I was expecting to see. Let me qualify. I’d been making some discrete inquiries about an exclusive, member’s only—for lack of a better description—sex club. So, I wasn’t at all prepared when I scheduled a casual meet and greet lunch with the owner of said club, and he turned out to be the sexy, charismatic man who’d asked me to dance at a wedding reception two months earlier.After I took another deep breath or two, all right, maybe it was more like three, I opened the door, and stepped into the room where the most handsome man I’d ever seen awaited. Unlike the last two times we met, I was at least semi-prepared for the devastating smile he wore.It took six steps before I arrived to where he was seated. He watched me approach, his gaze sweeping over me from my black pumps to the top of my head before he stood and swiped his large hand down the front of his deep-purple tie. “Mr. Armitage,” I greeted, extending out my hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in contact again so soon.”“No?”“No. But it’s good to see you.”Damon took hold of my proffered appendage, but instead of a shake, he lifted my hand to his bent head and brushed his lips over the backs of my knuckles in a soft and lingering manner before letting me go. “Ms. Wyngate,” he said in a voice that slipped over every inch of my body like a velvet blanket. God. The man’s voice was amazing. Then I was walloped when he met my gaze. I wasn’t at all sure if it was his confidence, his voice, the remaining sensation of his lips on my flesh, or his piercing eyes that gave me the good kind of chills. However, I had to consider it very well may be the combination of them all. “The pleasure is assuredly mine.” “Please,” I said, gesturing toward a chair. “Have a seat.”He nodded. “Of course.”“May I have my assistant bring you something to drink? A Pellegrino perhaps?”Evidently my question pleased him since he hit me with his pearly whites once more. “You remembered.”I don’t think I could forget one single thing about my last meeting with him, not even what he preferred to drink.“Yes,” I said.He waved a dismissive hand. “Thank you for offering, but I’m fine.”“All right,” I said, taking my seat across from him.“I’ve gone over all the information, keeping in mind what we personally discussed last week, as well what you submitted to me.” I nodded. “What you’ve requested is very specific.”“Are specifics a bad thing?”He gave a low laugh. “On the contrary. I have found a man whom I believe is exactly what you’re looking for.”My stomach dipped. “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed as he reached into his dark gray suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Here’s his personal and medical information.” Damon placed the envelope on the table and slid it across to me with the tips of his obviously manicured fingers. “Okay,” I said, plucking it up. “Do you want me to read this right now?”He inclined his head.Opening the envelope, I slid the paper out. After making sure I had a firm grip on my control in order to keep my hands from shaking, I allowed my attention to fall to the page I held.Caucasian Male. 41 years of age.Height: 6’-2”Weight: 182lbsHobbies: Biking, hiking, racket ball, parasailing, scuba diving.Occupation: Entrepreneur/Self employedSexual orientation: StraightFamily and marital status: Divorced. No children.Then I read the detailed medical report.Non tobacco user. Non smoker. Negative for HIV.There were no sexually transmitted diseases or any type of communicable diseases. No major or even minor health problems. No family history of mental instability. I even knew this man’s blood type. My eyes rounded.Name: Damon ArmitageMy head popped up and I looked at him, muttering, “You?” “Tell me, Ms. Wyngate. Do you agree with my recommendation?”I froze. Shocked. In fact, I don’t even believe I was blinking.“Ms. Wyngate?” “Yes,” I said, focusing in on his stunning face.He chuckled. “Would that be a ‘yes’ you agree?”I carefully placed the paper down in front of me on the oak conference room table, and crossed my hands, sitting them atop the document I’d just read. “I’m. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m a little surprised,” I finally offered.With a tilt to his head as though studying me he asked, “Why?”“I guess….” I paused, trying to gather my addled thoughts. “I’m not sure. I suppose when I talked with you about what I was looking for; I just assumed you would—”“Patrice,” he said, stopping my ramblings. “Make no mistake. From the first moment I saw you walk into Dana and Josh’s wedding reception, I wanted you for myself.”This statement completely took me aback. Damon was commanding and sexy as all hell, and I couldn’t believe I interested him. I’m sure the man could have his pick of beautiful, sexually progressive women who knew all the ins and outs of the world he lived in.“You did?” I asked, still attempting to wrap my mind around him wanting me.He nodded. “Oh, yes. When you told me what you were looking for, what you desired, I knew you would be mine. There was no way I would arrange for any other man to possess you.” He met my gaze, dead on. “What you’re searching for and what I’ve been searching for are a perfect match. You wish to test your boundaries. Long to give up control. I enjoy having control. Trust me.” His voice had gone low. “It will be my greatest pleasure to give you exactly what you need.”My mouth went dry. “It will?”“Yes,” he said, assuredly. “Now. All I need is your agreement.”I glanced down and studied my hands, and for the first time in my life, I felt unsure. Not of him. I had no doubt he was completely capable of giving me what I wanted. I wasn’t even unsure of myself. It was…Well, I wasn’t sure I could release the words from my mouth that would make this whole thing real.“Patrice?” he questioned. “Okay,” I said.“Look at me.”I did, struck by the charisma and sexual pull of this man. It surrounded him like an aura of pulsing power, bringing attention to the throbbing ache between my thighs.“Tell me what I want to hear. Do you agree?”Straightening my spine, I said, “Yes, Damon. I agree.”He smiled, wide and bright. “That’s what I wanted.” There was a slight pause. “Tomorrow afternoon you will receive a little something from me via courier. You will wear what I send. My driver will arrive at your home tomorrow evening at eight o’clock to pick you up and bring you to me at Indigo House.” He rose in a breathtaking fluidity from where he’d been seated. “When you arrive, you will be escorted up to one of the private play rooms. You’ll wait for me there. Understand?”“Yes.”He walked to where I was seated and held out a hand. I took it, wrapping my fingers around his and stood. He used his knuckles to methodically outline my jaw, then he tucked his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. I gazed into his eyes, watching the pupils grow larger and darker, eating up the green of them as though he were starving for me. Longing zipped down the length of my body. Damon curled his palm around the base of my skull—securing me. Two heartbeats passed.I shivered when he leaned down and whispered, his warm breath bathing my ear in sweet sensation. “Have no doubt. You, belong to me now, Patrice.”He kissed me. One simple, soft, chaste kiss on the lips. But it was enough to almost bring me to my knees.


 DTD3 Audio Sample:

Direct Link DTD3 Audio Sample: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-three-audio-sample

What do people have to say about Dark Tales Diaries?DTD 1 If you want a great on the go story, this collection is a sexy way to break up the day.—Long and Short ReviewsI thought this book was crazy sexy and very entertaining.—Up All Night Read All Day Reviews
DTD 2If you ask me this is a must read, I can't wait for Vol 3.—Kindle CustomerFrom a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O--yeah, you read that correctly--there's definitely something for everyone in Ms. James' Dark Tales Diaries volumes.—Audible Review

About LondonLondon Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday. A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers. Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/
You can also find out more about London at the following locations:Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.comTwitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomanceGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance


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Book Blitz: The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine

The Very Best of Bare Back MagazineEdited by Natasha BrooksRelease Date: January 15, 2016Genre: EroticaBlitz: February 1, 2016  With lots of love and dedication, Bare Back Magazine delivers to you the very best erotic fiction and poetry for your sensual pleasure and erotic reading delight. These stories and poems explore it all, taking you to exotic places from the southern comforts of New Orleans to the bright lights and high towers of New York City and all places in between. You’ll meet some very naughty housewives, experience deliciously intense group encounters and explore love on the internet. Among the stories in this collection, there will also be an unforgettable masquerade for your reading pleasure. We’ll add a dabble of flavor, as we tempt your taste buds in very steamy erotic encounters. These scorching hot short stories will stimulate a variety of intense moods for you, the reader. The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine features new stories and poems from both up-and-coming and popular writers like Peter Baltensperger, David Hornbuckle, Gianni Shamari, M. Earl Smith, Lane Pierce, Tonia Mansfield, Natasha Brooks, Jerrell Khalil Smith, Jillian Kander, Javier Rokusaburo, Jake Kaida, Bob McNeil, Robyn Alezanders and many more; this joyful celebration of erotic stories and poetry is deliciously sexy, sophisticated, and insanely addicting. Bare Back Magazine was founded by Editor-in-Chief, Natasha Brooks in September 2005; the first issue was published online in November of the same year. With the help of many talented writers, editors and contributors, Bare Back Magazine has become one of the premier ezines on the web, featuring erotic fiction, poetry, articles and art that explore the diverse spectrum of erotica. Over the years, we have published the works of writers and artists from all over the world. It has been an incredible ten years. We will continue to celebrate erotica and the talents of all erotic writers and artists by publishing erotica of all genres, celebrating erotic diversity and all of the reflections of erotica. WARNING - This book contains steamy romance scenes and is not suitable for all ages. Visit us online @ www.barebackmag.com
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Perfect Timing Series Double Book Blitz @SizzlingPR @hlvanfleet

When It’s Least Expected
Recommended for 16+ due to some language, underage drinking, and slight sexual content Moving on after a tragedy can be impossible, especially when you’ve been dealing with those tragedies for over two years. But it’s her senior year, and Harley Anderson is more than ready to do just that, even though the skeletons in her closet can’t exactly be hidden. Enter Mason Daniel, the egotistical, sexy, surfer boy from California. A boy with his own hidden demons, and an even bigger secret agenda. Mason isn’t right for Harley. He knows this better than anyone. He’s the epitome of a runner, a guy who takes what he can get, only to split a short while later. But he can’t deny the emotions that Harley brings out of him, so he’s going to break his rules for once. He should have known what it would lead to… Two kindred souls, both lost and then found. Will they fail in their search for contentment and happiness, or will they instead find true love when it’s least expected?
Amazon   A Long Time Coming Abigail Orson has a problem. A love problem to be precise; and she has absolutely no idea how to go about fixing it. For years now, she has been chasing her best friend’s brother—demanding things from him that he’s never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that surpasses well beyond that dreaded ‘just friends’ zone. You see, David Anderson is her idea of perfection to a T. The one and only guy who has ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster; make her toes curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants from Abigail is to be left alone. Abigail is a fighter though, and losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other is no longer an option. A guy with one leg who has lost his motivation to live—to love—to actually be a man. David believes he’s a waste of space. If only the beautiful girl of his unattainable dreams would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head! He’s not the right guy for Abigail. He’ll never be worthy of what she deserves. However, staying away is almost impossible, especially when he’s just as in love with her as she is with him. But Abigail has a life ahead of her, one that’s definitely livable without a nineteen–year–old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want to stick around is beyond questionable to David’s mind. Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. And together, they will face challenges that nobody saw coming. David and Abigail may have had almost fourteen years to fall in love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in their favor. It has been years in the making, and definitely A Long Time Coming for David and Abigail. Let’s hope they don’t screw it up before they actually have the chance to get it right…
AmazonAbout the AuthorHeather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee. Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate degree and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years. She’s represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary and her Embattled Hearts Series is Forthcoming from Sourcebooks in late 2016.
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Book Blitz: Perfect Timing Series by Heather Van Fleet @hlvanfleet

 When It’s Least Expected

Recommended for 16+ due to some language, underage drinking, and slight sexual content

Moving on after a tragedy can be impossible, especially when you’ve been dealing with those tragedies for over two years. But it’s her senior year, and Harley Anderson is more than ready to do just that, even though the skeletons in her closet can’t exactly be hidden. Enter Mason Daniel, the egotistical, sexy, surfer boy from California. A boy with his own hidden demons, and an even bigger secret agenda. Mason isn’t right for Harley. He knows this better than anyone. He’s the epitome of a runner, a guy who takes what he can get, only to split a short while later. But he can’t deny the emotions that Harley brings out of him, so he’s going to break his rules for once. He should have known what it would lead to… Two kindred souls, both lost and then found. Will they fail in their search for contentment and happiness, or will they instead find true love when it’s least expected?
Amazon   A Long Time Coming
Abigail Orson has a problem. A love problem to be precise; and she has absolutely no idea how to go about fixing it. For years now, she has been chasing her best friend’s brother—demanding things from him that he’s never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that surpasses well beyond that dreaded ‘just friends’ zone. You see, David Anderson is her idea of perfection to a T. The one and only guy who has ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster; make her toes curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants from Abigail is to be left alone. Abigail is a fighter though, and losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other is no longer an option. A guy with one leg who has lost his motivation to live—to love—to actually be a man. David believes he’s a waste of space. If only the beautiful girl of his unattainable dreams would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head! He’s not the right guy for Abigail. He’ll never be worthy of what she deserves. However, staying away is almost impossible, especially when he’s just as in love with her as she is with him. But Abigail has a life ahead of her, one that’s definitely livable without a nineteen–year–old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want to stick around is beyond questionable to David’s mind. Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. And together, they will face challenges that nobody saw coming. David and Abigail may have had almost fourteen years to fall in love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in their favor. It has been years in the making, and definitely A Long Time Coming for David and Abigail. Let’s hope they don’t screw it up before they actually have the chance to get it right…
Amazon  About the AuthorHeather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee. Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate degree and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years. She’s represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary and her Embattled Hearts Series is Forthcoming from Sourcebooks in late 2016.
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It's All About the Book with Philip Hoy and The Revenge Artist #giveaway @evernightteen @philipallenhoy

It’s All About the Book… 
Interview with Philip Hoy, author of THE REVENGE ARTIST
 Please tell us about your current or upcoming release. The book is called THE REVENGE ARTIST and it is the story of Evelyn Hernandez, a bullied teen who discovers she has the power to make bad things happen by drawing them. The novel explores the emotional pain, isolation, and self-hatred caused by bullying as it follows the self-destructive path taken by one teen attempting to defend herself from bullies.


  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?Although there is a bit of the supernatural, or paranormal, in the book, it is mainly a contemporary young adult novel. There is definitely romance in the story, but the plot is more concerned with the protagonist finding her voice than finding her man. I find that I’m attracted to characters that tend to drastically underestimate themselves. Characters who, for some reason or another, temporarily become their own worst enemies until they realize the strength they needed, or the answer they were looking for, was inside them all along.So far, my stories all take place in contemporary settings. The second novel in the Evelyn Hernandez series already has more paranormal elements than the first, and as I continue writing, I foresee even more of the supernatural entering the story as Evelyn’s powers continue to evolve and mature.


What inspired you to write this book?Mostly, my high school students inspired this book. My characters are teenagers. And like my students, they are just as much discovering themselves, as they are inventing themselves: still finding their voices, still realizing their powers, and still exploring their purpose in the world. In my novel, the high school dean complains, “You kids live in the extreme, in the moment, and why not when everything is happening to you for the first time?” I feel this is so true of young people; although, unlike the dean in my story, I believe this is exactly what makes teenagers so fascinating and so refreshing to be around.


How did you pick its title?  Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?A few years ago, I was able to teach an elective English class on horror film.  As one of their projects, my students produced and acted in a three-minute screenplay I wrote about a bullied teen who gets revenge on her tormentors when she discovers she can make things happen by drawing them. When I eventually sat down to write the novel, the first two minutes of the film became the first chapter of the book, and the story just took off from there.


 How did you create your characters?  Did you use any real life people in their making?Evelyn Hernandez is a little bit of my daughter, Erin, and a little bit of many of the young ladies that have been, or currently are, my high school students. When I set out to create a character, I am usually motivated by the personality traits or physical characteristics of a particular student, or combination of students. Although once I place these student-inspired characters into the conflict of the story, they soon take on their own unique identities and I begin to see them as real people. Real, as in, I’m not always sure what they will do in a given situation until I write it.In writing fiction, it’s hard to say which comes first, the character or the conflict. It seems like once I have a character established, then I just need the right conflict to initiate the story and see how that character will react. I have experienced this many times in my writing. I think I know what my character will do in a situation, but I have to start writing in order to find out. Dialogue can be especially surprising. I may have certain specific lines that I have in mind, things that must be said to develop the characters and the plot, but once two or more characters begin to speak, the conversation often takes on a natural, spontaneous rhythm that makes unexpected turns and arrives in unexplored territory. Writing can be as much an act of discovery as reading…sometimes maybe more.


Who is your favorite character of this book and why?Evelyn Hernandez. She is talented and intelligent and she has people in her life that love and care about her. She wants to fit in and feel normal, but at the same time she doesn’t want to be like everyone else. She wants to follow her own style and follow her own heart. Sometimes this gets her into trouble, shakes her self-confidence, and causes her to doubt herself. But mostly, Evelyn is just … herself, still finding her voice, still discovering her powers, and still learning how to use them.That said, the characters that are the most fun to write are probably Denise and Karen, especially when they are in the same scene:
"Wuz up, my bitches?" Evelyn and Denise turned as a girl with long, wavy, blonde hair that was just starting to show dark at the roots came strolling over. "Ay, Karen," said Denise, "do you have to talk that way?""What?" Karen rolled her eyes at Denise. "Oh, la purísima, I beg your pardon." "Karen!" a guy's voice called. "Your ass looks great in those shorts!"Karen placed her hands on her hips and gave a little shake of her butt. "You like? I'll let you borrow them!" She turned back to discover the look on Evelyn and Denise's faces. "What? It's only Lalo. And he's right, they do look good on me." She continued to model the shorts for her friends. "See how high the waist is? High waists are in.""They're adorable," Denise said. "Can we go now?"



What is your favorite part of this book?  Can you share an excerpt from that part?Some of my favorite—and easiest—parts to write were the classroom discussion scenes, probably because as a high school teacher I have so much experience with this. Writing the dialogue for these classroom discussions is very similar to teaching: I try to move in one direction while the students tend to move in another. Somewhere in the middle, we come together … and wonderful, unexpected things happen. In this scene, for example, the class is attempting to discuss The Crucible:
"Mr. Schwartz?" Angel asked, and everyone, including Evelyn, turned to look at him. "Did they use any, uh ... protection, back then?"Mr. Schwartz just stared at him for a long second, probably wondering whether Angel was attempting to redeem himself with his teacher, or with his classmates. "Well, no," Schwartz finally said. "At least nothing like we have available today.""They had like herbs and plants ... all that natural, you know, homo-pathetic shit.""Valerie," said Schwartz, "language.""Oh, no, Mr. Schwartz," she said, "I didn't mean homo, like gay an' all that..." She tried to make sense of the baffled look on Schwartz's face. "Am I saying it right?""Homeopathic," Evelyn clarified, stressing the long e in the middle."Yeah, that.""Oh, ah, no. I mean, yes, homeopathic. No, you're exactly right, Valerie," he said. "Thanks, Evelyn.""So, did they have condoms or not?" someone else asked."No," Schwartz said. "No, they did not.""I thought they weren't supposed to have sex at all," someone said."Then how do they have kids, stupid?""I meant it's against their religion, Jasmine. I'm not stupid.""Ladies," said Schwartz, "please.""It's against your religion too, Liz," someone else said, "and that doesn't stop you from—""Te callas, pendejo!" Liz shouted. "No one's even talking to you!""Yes, their religion!" said Schwartz, still trying to salvage the discussion. "Let's talk about that, their religion."



 What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?Oh, wow … the hardest part to write was probably the scene between Evelyn and Garvey alone together upstairs at Brianna’s party. I’ll try not to give any spoilers, but here is a very brief excerpt:      Her heart beat madly in her chest. Her mind, a straight-jacketed lunatic, was screaming nonsensical warnings at her, throwing itself against the padded walls of her rebel body.


Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?When I write, I find I work best with a basic outline of where I want the story to go. With rough notes, I talk myself through the plot and then go back and write it. These are two very different things, plotting and writing. The first is mostly planning, but the second is creating. Creating is the most difficult. The plan will never be read by anyone else, but the creation must be as close to perfect as possible before it can enter the world.


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?THE REVENGE ARTIST is the first book in the Evelyn Hernandez series. In the second book, although high school isn’t any easier, Evelyn is in a very different place than she was just a month earlier. Her new self-awareness allows her to notice things she never would have, it lets her see beyond herself, and it takes her places she would never have gone before. She knows enough about her powers now to want to avoid using them, but how can she simply stop drawing? 
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The Revenge ArtistPhilip Hoy56K, Evernight TeenContemporary/Paranormal Elements/Romance/Suspense
Hernandez is a high school junior who reads Shakespeare for fun, sews her own dresses, and keeps a sketch journal of her daily life. When Varsity quarterback Garvey Valenzuela breaks her heart, she sends him to the emergency room with a busted hand.
Add black magic to her resume...
Evelyn embarks on a dark journey of revenge when she discovers she has the power to make bad things happen by drawing them. Her emotional pain, isolation, and self-hatred lead her down a self-destructive path with dire consequences.


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Excerpt:Evelyn Hernandez knew what it was to be invisible, but this was different, this was being ignored ... being avoided. She tried to tell herself it was just her imagination. How many mornings had she walked through the halls of this school feeling exposed and on display? Knowing the redness of her lips, the blunt cut of her bangs, the pleats on her floral print skirt, everything down to the dark hair on her arms was being criticized by a hundred judging eyes. She wondered why they bothered, because the truth was, no one really cared. But there it was: a glance, a turn, a change in volume, a lull in some conversation as she walked by.In first period, it had been hard concentrating on her painting. Even in the sanctuary of Ms. Shipley's, it felt like she had been on display in the center of the room, like one of those nude models, the ones Ms. Shipley said she had painted in college.Second and third were even worse, and by the time she made it to Schwartz's, the tardy bell had rung and she entered the room a full minute late. She had been praying all morning that Garvey Valenzuela would at least have the decency to be absent today, but there he was, looking just as surprised to see her as everyone else. Too many sets of eyes stared at her in silence as she moved toward the front of the room and took her seat directly across from him at the table they shared. She immediately opened her binder against the edge of the table and slouched low enough to protect most of her face from his. There was obviously some kind of writing assignment on the board, but Evelyn couldn't focus to read it.She had tried so hard not to think about this moment that she was completely unprepared. What should she do? Say something to him? Tell him how much he had hurt her?Never.What did she expect him to do, anyway? Whisper an apology? Laugh it off like a joke she should have been able to take? Ignore her?What she could never have prepared for was the open hostility she heard in his voice when he finally said to her, "I can't believe you even came to school today after what you did."The contempt. That’s what did it. That's what it finally took to break his spell on her. She lowered her folder just enough to meet his eyes and let him see the hate she had there for him. He looked away. Determined to rip him out of her life, she pulled her sketchbook from her backpack, prepared to remove every page with a memory or picture of him on it. But when she opened it to the sketch of his hands, she stopped. Never before had she considered destroying any of her drawings. They were memories, mere moments, yes, but more than that, they captured her life as she was living it. For better or for worse, this book represented all that she’d done. If she denied her mistakes, wouldn't she be doomed to repeat them?But as she stared at the hands on the page before her ... the hands she had allowed to touch her, their creases and lines, their scars, their prints, almost more real on the page that captured them ... she did something she had never done before. She turned her pencil around and began to erase. Not too much, just a little, a few lines here and there, part of this shadow, the edge of that one. And then, leaning closer, the drape of her hair shielding her actions from prying eyes, she began to add to the drawing, altering and recreating it. She wanted to hurt him, punish him for what he’d done to her, and this was the only way she knew how.Just as Evelyn completed her revision, the sound of Vanessa Galvan's voice from across the room brought her back to the moment. "Hey Garvey," she said, loud enough for everyone in the class to hear, "throw this away for me, please."A wadded up ball of paper hit Evelyn hard on the back of the head. She flinched, but didn't turn around."Do not throw things in this classroom!" snapped Mr. Schwartz from where he sat at his desk. More than likely he had not seen it hit Evelyn."Yeah, Vanessa!" Garvey said, also for everyone's benefit. "That's not the trash can.""Close enough," Vanessa said, getting a few laughs.Evelyn remained bent over her drawing, teeth clenched, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction of a response."I'll pick it up," Garvey sighed, playing the teacher's pet.He got out of his seat and walked around the table to Evelyn's side. There, he bent over to pick up the ball of paper that had settled near her chair, saying with disgust, "There's too much trash in here already." She turned on him at that, tears of anger welling up in her eyes.Now standing in Schwartz's usual place in front of the class, the center of attention, Garvey continued to entertain his audience. "And the quarterback takes the snap!" he said, backing away from Evelyn and imitating the movement with the paper as his football. "He falls back, finds his receiver, and there's the pass!" Lobbing the ball of paper high above his head, he jumped up, twisting in the air with hands open close to his chest to receive his own paper pass ... when somehow, he lost his balance and came crashing down on Schwartz's wooden podium and the frail table next to it.Papers, books, pens, and pencils literally went flying as the podium spun and toppled, and the table was crushed beneath the weight of Garvey's body.The class erupted into astonished laughter and applause, but a gradual hush came over the room as Garvey's cry of pain shifted from an embarrassed and genuine groan to hysterical screams of shock."Everyone in your seats!" shouted Schwartz as he maneuvered his way to the front of the room.Garvey, struggling to sit up, had rolled onto his left side. His right arm was extended and supported at the wrist by his left hand. A brand new, freshly sharpened, yellow number-two pencil had pierced the center of his right hand, stabbing clean through and out the other side. The eraser end stuck straight up in his palm and the sharpened point protruded from the back of his hand. An impressive trick, Evelyn thought, except as Garvey held out his hand, blood began to roll down the bottom half of the pencil, gather at the pointy end, and drip messily onto the floor. A small puddle of red was already darkening the carpet beside him.Schwartz sprang into action as Garvey rolled back, fainting. "Frank! Go get security! Valerie! Call the office and tell them what happened and to call 911! Erick! Grab that roll of paper towels in the cabinet behind you!" He knelt down beside Garvey, telling him to hold still, and then he took the injured hand below the wrist and lifted it up over Garvey's head. His other hand he wrapped around Garvey's bicep and squeezed, pressing his fingers against the inside of the injured arm.The class was mostly quiet after that, waiting for the paramedics to arrive. Phones were out, silently documenting the event, but Evelyn didn't need a photo; she had her own picture ... only she had not remembered drawing so much blood.
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About the Author:Philip Hoy is a high school English teacher by day and a short-story author, novelist, and poet by night. When he is not creating lesson plans or grading essays, he is writing. He lives in Southern California with his wife Magdalena, also a teacher.
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 WICKED FOR YOUErzabet Bishop

Blurb:True love awaits. Passion burns bright…
Carrick is an Alpha werewolf preparing for the annual Pack Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate by his thirty-sixth year or forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found her and lost her in a swirl of cinnamon-scented dreams? Can this Alpha brave a sea of single wolfy females to find the one woman who enchanted his heart?
She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy world…
Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot Whips Café. Bound by pack law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the Gathering for the Alpha to select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high on her list of fun activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a certain amber-eyed wolf out of her head.
Release date: February 1, 2016
Publisher: All Romance





Tags: Shifter, cat shifter, wolf shifter, m/f, abuse recovery, infamous, monster movies, series, tattoo, coffee shop, cinnamon, erotic romance, novella, alpha, big beautiful woman, bonding, business owner, cafe, cats, cisgender, erotic, felines, heterosexual, infamous, mating bond, paranormal, paranormal romance, rubenesque, shifter romance, shifters, shifters / cats, shifters / felines, shifters / wolves, werewolf romance, wolves
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Excerpt:Carrick stood with his back to his second in command, his wolf pacing beneath his skin. He wanted to break the double doors open and bound into the woods rather than face the torment waiting for him in the grounds outside. Women. Hundreds of single wolfy females. All vying for the privilege of putting his cock and balls into their handbags like some godforsaken trophy.
Fuck.
Ever year he’d dodged the bullet, but this year one of the hungry piranha circling his house would become his mate.
Double fuck. He’d been through this before. He already had one. He just needed to find her, but the elders wouldn’t listen.
“You have to make a choice, Alpha.” Reid crossed the room and stood in front of him, blocking his view.
Carrick growled and spun away. “I’ll find her.”
Reid’s lips flattened, his dark eyes flashing in his anger. “You know the rules. Thirty-six is the last year an Alpha can rule without a mate by his side. The pack needs an Alpha female to be whole.”
“The pack is stronger than it’s been, or are you forgetting how I got here?”
Reid swallowed and backed up a step. “No. Justin was a horrible Alpha. You were right to destroy him. He was wrong for the Westmore Pack. Evil.”
And the bastard had been. He’d abused his power as Alpha to enslave his pack rather than uplift it. The amount of victims he’d unearthed in the days that followed would disturb him for the rest of his days. He could still see the faces of the women Justin had taken against their will and the shivering form of his sister and the strange girl who stood up to a monster.
Hers was the face that haunted his dreams. Her need reached out to him and made him into who he needed to be to overcome a near impossible situation. He had been up against a being far superior in strength but what he lacked in brawn, he’d more than made up for in sheer bullheadedness. And the electricity he felt when he touched her. His wolf recognized his mate and so did he. Now all that remained was to find her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been looking. No one knew her name and, with her face partially shifted, her image was only a fleeting ghost in his mind.
“You’re damned right.” Carrick leaned back against his desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His father would be proud of the work he’d done. He’d turned the Westmore Estate from a near financial ruin to a lucrative operation centered on the newly formed security company owned by him and his second, Reid. Where people had once feared shifters for their propensity for violence because of Justin and his henchmen, he’d turned the tide and people paid for their protection. Handsomely. So much so that when the media had heard about the weekend’s festivities, he’d been dubbed the Ultimate Bachelor.
It made him fucking nauseous.
The one person he needed to find and he couldn’t and it made him crazy. Now, in a matter of a few days, he would either have to relinquish his role as Alpha or marry a gold digging piece of arm candy. The closest person he’d found was a barista at the coffee place he frequented but she didn’t look anything like the girl in his dreams. And now whenever she saw him coming, she hightailed it for the hills.
But she had popped a whisker.
Just like his goddess.
Jesus. He was losing his shit. Completely.

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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has been nominated for the Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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It's All About the Book with Sally & Jean @SmithSteffens #giveaway #amazongc

We are super thrilled to have with us today the DYNAMIC DUO of
Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens with an Interview
 
It’s All About the Book…
 Please tell us about your current or upcoming release. 
Stealing the Moon & Stars, A Jordan Welsh & Eddie Marino Novel Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino, Scottsdale private eyes, are hired to find out who’s stealing from the Moon & Stars Children’s Foundation. Foundation employees are suspected, but just as the pieces start falling into place, Jordan discovers a hidden agenda that puts her in the crosshairs of a crime lord. Who can she trust? Everyone has a dangerous secret, and the bodies are piling up. Even her partner, Eddie Marino, has a dark and mysterious past. Does she dare act on their attraction? Will it destroy their partnership? The two have landed in a hornets’ nest. Nothing to do now but stir it up. 

What is this book’s genre?  Mystery.  Is this the genre you usually write in?  Yes.
 Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?  Jean would like to try her hand at writing a western. We she has time.
Sally: There are so many genres I’d like to write, it would take an hour to list them all (sigh).


What inspired you to write this book? Our first book together, Stealing the Moon & Stars—it was Jean’s vision to create a private detective worthy of the Scottsdale lifestyle. Her idea evolved into Jordan Welsh, a trust fund baby rebelling against the restrictions of her high society upbringing. We gave her a partner, Eddie Marino, a graduate from the school of hard knocks and a bit of a mystery himself. We read an article about funds embezzled from a charity. It was intriguing. We wanted to write a story about a team of detectives hired to clear up one matter who found themselves in the middle of something much more complicated than they could ever have imagined. And, of course, we wanted to set it in gorgeous Scottsdale, Arizona, where the Wild West meets Beverly Hills.
How did you pick its title?  Stealing the Moon & Stars came from the name of the charity.   
Did it come first or did you have to write the story first? We wrote to book first, then picked the title.


How did you create your characters?  Did you use any real life people in their making? At one of the Sisters in Crime meetings the guest speaker was a female private investigator. She was beautiful, smart and funny. She was an ex-actress from Hollywood. From her persona, we developed, Jordan Welsh, a privileged heiress who is trying to break out of the diva mold and make her own way in the world. It’s not easy, especially when her mother, who’s an organizer of charity balls and a woman firmly positioned on the top run of the society register, keeps meddling in her life.


Who is your favorite character of this book and why? Jean: I love Eddie Marino because he’s a man’s man. He takes care of business and his woman. And Sharon Milliner is a hoot.
Sally: The hero and heroine are both great characters, but I’m partial to the long list of colorful secondary characters like Mary Welsh, Jordan’s good-hearted but opinionated and meddling mother, and Sharon Milliner, a person of interest in the case who seemed to take over every scene she appeared in like an overblown game show host.

What is your favorite part of this book? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
Sally: I particularly like the scenes where Jordan Welsh comes face-to-face with the darker elements of her partner Eddie’s past. One scene that comes to mind:“If Mr. Tanner told you such a thing, he misspoke. I’ll talk to him about it. Mr. Tanner is my affair. Rest assured he won’t be following you again.” He looked at her, hard and steady. “It’s a good idea to stay out of other people’s business. A healthier option, if you know what I mean.”
“Are you threatening me?” Of course you are.
“No. It’s just good advice. You look like the kind of woman who’d be smart enough to listen to good advice.” He lifted his chin at Eddie. “He knows what I’m talking about. Don’t you, Marino?”
Eddie put his hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “We’re leaving.”
She glanced at Eddie, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was locked in on Shetland, and Shetland was looking back at him.
The blatant hostility on Eddie’s face and the serious intent on Shetland’s shook her.
“It was interesting to finally meet you face to face, Marino. Heard a lot about you.”
Jordan let Eddie lead her past the stage show and out into the night.
She gulped in the cool night air. Her limbs went weak and shaky. She didn’t trust herself to speak. When she did, her voice shivered. “He threatened me. Us. Did he mean it?” She looked into Eddie’s eyes and saw the truth. “He’ll come after us if we don’t back off, won’t he?”
Eddie put his arms around her and pulled her against him. He was solid and comforting, and ever so warm.
A shiver of fear ran through her. Eddie cupped her hand in his and took her car keys. He tossed his own keys to Tank then led her back to her car and guided her into the passenger seat before he got in behind the wheel.
She turned to him, scared to death and not ashamed to admit it. “My God. What have I gotten us into?”

What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?
Sally: I found the scenes where Jordan and Eddie are in a romantic scene and the sexual tension is thick difficult to portray her warring feelings of desire and need for Eddie versus her trepidation to enter a romantic relationship with him:He hadn’t said a word since they got in the car. Jordan hated the silence between them.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she turned to him. “You mad?”
“No.” It was very matter-of-fact. “Can’t be mad at you.”
“I’m sorry.” She laid her hand on his thigh. “I just—”
“Don’t be sorry, love.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “It is what it is. In the end, it’s all good.”
She leaned her head against the headrest and relaxed, letting the mellow haze of the evening’s liquor woo her. Chet Baker crooned “Someone to Watch Over Me,” his voice low, sexy and as intimate as a Sunday morning snuggle in bed.
A thrilling sensation blossomed until it was all around her, everywhere. Seduction. The romantic lure of the song, Eddie’s virile presence so close beside her, the way his hands slid smoothly over the wheel, his strong profile in the subdued light, his tongue moistening his lower lip and the rhythm of his shallow, even breathing. Something stirred inside her and uncoiled like a slithering serpent.
Stop the car, Eddie. Pull over. Make love to me. Right here. Right now. She was suddenly so filled with desire, she caught her breath.
I need you. I can hardly stand it. She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Why not? What stopped her? It wasn’t as if she were a virgin. Maybe she was expecting too much from sex with Eddie. But what if he let her down? What if she let him down? That’s dumb. It would just be another sexual encounter. Wrong. With Eddie Marino, it would never be just another anything. Maybe she was afraid of going full throttle. Maybe she was afraid of him. Yes? No? Ah, hell.
She fought against the raw feelings.

Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this? Lots of coffee in the morning, and a big veggie platter mid-day.
 Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series? Stealing the Moon & Stars and Stealing the Golden Dream are books 1 & 2 in the Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino Novels. 
 If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. 
We also write two other series. Mystic Isle Mysteries , Book 1, Mystic Mayhem was published September 2015. Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs, Book 1 of the Danger Cover Pet Sitter Mysteries will be published in April this year.

*   *   *   *   * Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino Series
Stealing the Moon & Stars ~ Book 1 Stealing the Golden Dream ~ Book 2Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens


Stealing the Moon & Stars, A Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino Novel by Sally J. Smith and Jean SteffensScottsdale, Arizona, where the Wild West meets Beverly Hills--home of the rich and famous as well as the calculating and criminal. PIs Jordan Welsh, maverick heiress, and Eddie Marino, a graduate from the school of hard knocks, are hired to find out who’s embezzling from the Moon & Stars Children’s Foundation and stop him. But the two have stumbled onto an agenda darker and more complicated than they ever suspected. The bodies are piling up, and there’s no one Jordan can trust, not even her mysterious partner, Eddie, who’s hotter than a chili pepper and may be a killer.

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Excerpt: He hadn’t said a word since they got in the car. Jordanhated the silence between them.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she turned to him. “Youmad?”
“No.” It was very matter-of-fact. “Can’t be mad at you.”
“I’m sorry.” She laid her hand on his thigh. “I just—”
“Don’t be sorry, love.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Itis what it is. In the end, it’s all good.”
She leaned her head against the headrest and relaxed, lettingthe mellow haze of the evening’s liquor woo her. Chet Bakercrooned “Someone to Watch Over Me,” his voice low, sexy, andas intimate as a Sunday morning snuggle in bed.
A thrilling sensation blossomed until it was all aroundher, everywhere. Seduction. The romantic lure of the song,Eddie’s virile presence so close beside her, the way his handsslid smoothly over the wheel, his strong profile in the subduedlight, his tongue moistening his lower lip, and the rhythm ofhis shallow, even breathing. Something stirred inside her anduncoiled like a slithering serpent.
Stop the car, Eddie. Pull over. Make love to me. Right here.Right now. She was suddenly so filled with desire, she caughther breath.
I need you. I can hardly stand it. She couldn’t bring herselfto say it. Why not? What stopped her? It wasn’t as if she werea virgin. Maybe she was expecting too much from sex withEddie. But what if he let her down? What if she let him down?That’s dumb. It would just be another sexual encounter. Wrong.
With Eddie Marino, it would never be just another anything.Maybe she was afraid of going full throttle. Maybe she wasafraid of him. Yes? No? Ah, hell.


*    *    *    *    *Stealing the Golden Dream is second in the Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino series, which began with Stealing the Moon & Stars.
Scottsdale PIs Jordan Welsh and Eddie Marino of Shea Investigations are hired to guard the multi-million dollar Dahlonega Golden Dream Coin Collection. The collection is stolen out from under them. A loved and trusted colleague is murdered. Eddie is being framed to take the fall for both crimes. His freedom’s at stake, their business is on the line, and the lives of their loved ones are in deadly peril.
How far to the dark side is Jordan Welsh, society girl, willing to go to save Eddie from his own criminal past? Will the scheme she concocts with family and colleagues find the golden coins? Restore the reputation of Shea Investigations? And will she be in time to stop the killer from murdering the man she loves?
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Excerpt: Stealing the Golden Dream
The image of Eddie with Sofia Vercelli was imprinted on her brain. But she had it in mind to put it aside until Eddie was in better shape. Piling more stress on top of all he was already dealing with would not only be cruel and insensitive, it would also be stupid. He was much better at a good rousing argument than she. Better to wait until things had settled down to bring up the subject—but it was definitely a matter she intended to learn more about.
Jordan made her way through the house, opened the patio door, and followed Sadie outside. She stood by the pool staring at the half-moon mirrored in the inky water. Jordan shivered in the cool breeze that rippled the reflection. March days in Scottsdale were perfect—warm, in the upper seventies, low eighties. But the evenings cooled down to the low fifties. The desert air was clean, seasoned with the faint scent of mesquite, creosote, and the chlorine in the pool.
She rubbed her bare arms. Eddie moved up behind her, slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
He put his arms around her. “You know I wasn’t with her that night.”
“Why would she say it if it wasn’t true?”
“I’m pretty sure she figures if she does this I might take her back.”
Jordan looked up, trying to see his face, but it was cloaked in darkness.
“It’s never going to happen. I told her I’m with you now. While I don’t want anything to do with her, if her story gets me off the hook, I’ll run with it. I can’t revenge Muggs if I’m sitting in a jail cell.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Jordan said. “She’s willing to lie for you? To the cops? She must want you back real bad.”
Eddie moved his hands to her shoulders and turned her around. “It’s all one-sided. Don’t pretend you don’t know that.” He pulled her close and kissed her hard, long, and smoking hot as Louisiana pepper sauce. It burned all the way to her toes.
Eddie, the man she was born to love. She threw herself into the kiss, and before she really knew what was happening, they’d made their way into the house and were pulling at each other’s clothes.
He took hold of one of her legs behind the knee and lifted it. She wrapped it around him as he reached under the dress and caught the edge of her panties with the curl of a finger.
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Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens Author Info
Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, are partners in crime—crime writing, that is. They live in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona, awesome for eight months out of the year, an inferno the other four. They write bloody murder, flirty romance, and wicked humor all in one package.Website:  http://www.smithandsteffens.comEmail: smithandsteffens@cox.netFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Smith-and-Steffens/406147242823342?fref=tsTwitter:  https://twitter.com/search?q=SmithSteffens&src=typdStealing the Moon & Stars Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZIQAn1U00cStealing the Golden Dream Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSyyh...
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Holidays in Hell
(Demons in Darkness Series #1)Publisher: Etopia PressPages: 64Tags: bdsm, bondage, demons, dom, domination, erotic fantasy, erotic romance, erzabet bishop, holidays, incubus, kink, paranormal erotic romance, paranormal romance, redemption, sub, submission, succubus, wax play
Blurb:This year Christmas just got a little hotter.Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus with an incurable lust for women, gingerbread, and holiday lights. He needs one more soul to meet his quota. Amid the baubles and frivolity of the Winter Carnival, he meets Holly Pendleton—a woman with emerald green eyes and a body built for sin—and marks her as the final soul to end his contract. But now Jonas faces a heart-wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger, or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire. Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas's deepest Christmas wish and the one woman who could set him free.Holly Pendleton is still recovering from the death of her husband and Dom. The holidays are especially lonely until a dark stranger walks in the door to Harlowe's Bookery and Christmas Shoppe. The man's enigmatic gaze holds her and ignites her body and her mind. When Holly accepts a job to decorate the sexy client's apartment, she unknowingly steps into an age-old battle between the forces of darkness. Jonas Corsair is a man who makes her blood run hot and her dreams even hotter. But will she survive his hold on her soul?
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Excerpt:
Holly Pendleton balanced a pile of books in her arms and made her way out of the stockroom. She glanced over at her boss and best friend, Gracie Harlowe, at the register and smiled. She enjoyed the busy throng of people at the winter carnival and usually looked forward to it. She had worked other retail jobs in the historic downtown shopping district, but working here was a dream come true. When Gracie had called her up three months ago and offered her the assistant manager’s job, she had taken it and hadn’t looked back.Teetering on the edge of depression for months after watching her husband die of cancer, Holly was having a hard time finding the holiday spirit this year.Derek had only been thirty-four, she thought bitterly. They’d been married for nine years, but she had known him since she was a geeky freshman in high school. The hole was too big to fill, and it left her feeling empty.Still, she was grateful to Gracie for kicking her in the pants and getting her out of bed and back into the world again. Just in time for the holidays too. It was a special time that she and Derek had always shared. He would have wanted her to be happy.She laid the stack of Christmas cookie books on a festive table near the window display and straightened the array of titles. Her gaze wandered to the small kitchen at the back of the store, and she made a mental note to grab some more cookies to refill the party trays on the dessert table.“Holly!” Gracie waved her arms. “Can you grab me another stack of Fifty Shades of Grey?”She glanced at the display where the books were and found they were down to one copy. Not good. Sales had started to slow down, but erotica had been steadily increasing over the past few months. It made her laugh to see the smut novels near the holiday displays, but it made the customers happy, so who was she to quibble? Besides, she loved reading them herself.“I’ll get them!” Holly wound her way back into the stockroom and yanked a box off the overstock shelves. She grabbed a box cutter, deftly opened the box and placed the books on a cart, adding some of the second, third, and the new fourth book in the series, as they were getting a little on the low side too.Erotic romance books were one of the few things she let herself enjoy these days, and she had several customers who came back to ask her about the latest and greatest. It was a fantasy land that took her beyond the walls of hospitals and now, the silence of the apartment at night. Reading was safe. She never even considered dating again. That part of her life was over.Holly shook off the melancholy and hoofed it back onto the shop floor. Stacking the books onto the table, she arranged them in orderly piles of gray covers with erotic masks, ties, and handcuffs. She passed the romance section and gathered up some of her favorites to restock her promo shelf at the storefront. Cherise Sinclair, Kallypso Masters, Jasmine Haynes, Red Phoenix, Rachel Kramer Bussel…she loved them all. There were so many great writers that had made bondage erotica take off. Fifty Shades may have gotten the public reading again, but she had been a fan for years. Now the movie had come out for the famous books, and she wondered how it compared.Smiling wistfully, she caressed the covers and wished her husband were still with her. She missed his firm hand and their power exchanges. He had been more than just her husband. He had been her Dom. Losing him had been the collapse of her entire world. If it hadn’t been for these books and Gracie, she would still be huddled in a miserable ball, crying her eyes out and wondering why he had to die. He was so young, and they hadn’t had much time.“Can you help ring for a second?” Gracie called out and made a quick jaunt to the restroom in the back of the store.Holly moved behind the counter and smiled as a woman arrived in front of her to check out. It was a unique store, and she loved being here. Gracie had crafted a special place for book lovers, and every holiday she spruced it up beautifully. Even when she wasn’t working here, Holly loved to come and check out the newest selections and pick up a couple of items for the house. Halloween, Christmas, or whatever was happening, Gracie always seemed to have the perfect balance of home décor and books to dive into, whether it was a cozy mystery or a pulse-pounding thriller. In the early days, it had just been decoration, but now she had expanded the business to selling the trees and offering to spruce up clients’ homes. The shop was every bit as special as Gracie, and it had, over the years, become Holly’s second home, even before she started working there.Decorating clients’ businesses and homes and working behind the shop counter kept her busy. Putting up a tree gave her joy, and she saw how other lives were touched by a few twinkle lights and some tinsel. She’d done some decorations for the folks in the cancer ward, and this was a natural transition. If she could bring happiness by hanging a wreath or by delivering an order of books to a shut-in woman, then she was pleased to do it. It took her mind off the loneliness and gave her a purpose. This time of year especially.The front door opened with a blast of snowy air, and an imposing thirty-something man sporting a thigh-length leather coat blew in. His chiseled features and mass of dark hair made her catch her breath and falter in her task of ringing up the woman in front of her. The black sweater he wore under his coat looked striking against the dark blue of his eyes. The gray slacks draped over his frame, his black boots befitting the weather outside. He said nothing to her, his gaze captivated by the display of holiday decorations.How odd.He reminded her of one of the Doms in her collection of books. Heat spiked through parts of her she’d thought were as dead as her husband. She wondered how it would feel to unwrap that package.Blushing, Holly turned back to the customer in front of her. Good grief, she hoped he hadn’t noticed her staring.Holly finished ringing the books up and slipped them into a bag. She tossed in a candy cane with a card offering their holiday decorating services attached. “Here you go. Have a wonderful day.”The woman waved good-bye and shuffled out the door into the snow. Looking anywhere but at the enigmatic man in front of her, Holly fought the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He was incredible. The way his well-built form filled the space made her eyes automatically seek him out. Warmth stirred in her lower belly, and she nibbled on her lip.“Hello. Welcome to Harlowe’s.” She fiddled with the hem of her sweater and felt a surge of heat rush up the sides of her face.Ugh. How lame was she to just blurt that out?The man raised an eyebrow, a dark and sensual smile sliding over his features. “Thank you.” His voice melted over her like chocolate, and she shivered.Holly turned away and busied herself with stuffing bags with holiday activity lists. What kind of horrible woman was she to even be reacting to another man just a year after her husband’s passing? Lusting after the man in gray. Her lips thinned. No. She wasn’t ready for those feelings. Especially not from a stranger she had seen for all of thirty seconds.She sneaked a glance at him while she straightened gift bags. He walked up to the Christmas tree in the front window and stroked its branches. Fingering the ornaments, he explored their small holiday store with a reverence that reminded her of a priest in church. Men usually didn’t bother with Christmas tree ornaments, but he was enraptured. It was mystifying.A flush crept across Holly’s face. Stirrings of longing zapped through her body as she wondered if this dark-haired stranger knew his way around a flogger. Sighing deeply, she knelt down to pick up a bag that had fallen off the counter while she worked.“Time for a cold shower tonight,” Holly mumbled. Sensing someone in front of the register, she stood.“Hi. Did you need help finding anything…?” The very source of her temptation stood right in front of her. Oh God. She wanted to reach right across the counter and run her tongue over those amazing lips.

Holidays in Hell is the beginning to my new series, Demons in Darkness. The next two books will be released in 2016.





Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has been nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.Links:Newsletter and website: http://erzabetwrites.wix.com/erzabetb... http://www.allromanceebooks.com/store... Facebook “like” page: https://www.facebook.com/erzabetbisho... author page:http://www.amazon.com/Erzabet-Bishop/... http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/... team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/10182... https://www.facebook.com/erzabet.bish... http://pinterest.com/erzabetbishop/
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Double Book Blitz: Rosa Sophia with Over the Ivy Wall and Orion Cross My Sky #clearwater

Both Over the Ivy Wall and Orion Cross My Sky are Kindle Unlimited books. They are also both only $0.99



Over the Ivy Wall Blurb: Clara Pendleton is a prisoner in her home. Always searching for new places to hide from her uncle, whose drunken attention terrifies and confuses her, she finds a tiny clearing in the back of the property near a disintegrating section of the ivy-covered wall that surrounds the estate.Gaven Bridge has been sent to Clearwater to live with his Uncle Daniel. Never fitting in, he doesn’t believe he’ll ever meet anyone who understands him. But when he goes out for a walk in the woods, he happens upon a young lady sleeping soundly on a patch of moss. A deep bond is fostered between them, helping Clara find the courage to change her life. When she finally decides to climb over the ivy wall and out into the world, there is no going back. Will Clara escape her horrible past, or will it destroy the love she and Gaven share?
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Excerpt:Tears brimmed in her eyes as she wrapped her arm around him. He tucked her close to his body, holding her. “You’re making me feel good right now,” she whispered. “Touching me like this. Don’t you see?”When he said nothing, she leaned up to look at him. “Gaven, you’re the reason I got away from there. You talked me into climbing over that wall. I wouldn’t have done it without you. After we met, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I wanted to be with you, and I still do. Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me out of there, for talking me into it. I’d still be there if it weren’t for you.”“Clara, you’re strong, stronger than you realize.” With a gentle touch, he caressed her cheek, gazing into her eyes. “You could’ve done it without me. If—”“No, don’t say if. I don’t want to think about that. I just want to be with you.”His brow crinkled, his eyes betraying his amazement. “How can you want me?”She smiled through her sorrow, tears rolling down her cheeks. “How can I not?” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his, the saltiness of her tears mixing with the sweet taste of his kiss. “I love you, Gaven.”
Orion Cross My Sky Blurb: Tammy Pendleton thinks she’s broken beyond repair. Sheltered by her parents, a victim of sexual abuse, she wants to escape but doesn’t know how. Until her cousin Clara leads her away from the Pendleton estate, and into Clearwater. Orion Bennett is a motor-head who works at Pete’s Service Station. At nineteen, he is battling depression. But he’s also suffering with trigeminal neuralgia—the suicide disease—and he’s desperate to escape the pain. When Tammy wanders into the shop one day, she finds herself strangely comforted by the scents and sounds of the garage. Although the pain they suffer is very different, they discover comfort and understanding in one another. The companionship they share has the power to heal. The question is, will they let it?Amazon - http://amzn.to/1MUX1B3
Excerpt:Once his buddy was in the car, and they were both comfortable on the original dark interior—which was torn and in need of replacement—Orion pushed the key into the ignition.“Here goes nothin’.” He shoved down on the clutch, putting the car into first gear.“You realize this beast ain’t got no power steering, right?” Orion tilted his head to the side, making it clear he didn’t care. Then he turned the key, and the engine grumbled to life like an old man waking up from a sound sleep. It reverberated through his body, sending sparks of pain into his nerves which he forced himself to ignore. “Shit, listen to this baby purr!”Putting his strength into it, he piloted the car out of the garage. The sounds of the engine shook him inside and out. The seat beneath him was trembling with the force of it.Zane’s dad was working in the shop, too preoccupied to notice them at first. Orion got a glimpse of Pete Johnson glaring at them, his hands on his hips, as the Trans Am pulled out onto Main Street where the crash had happened only a day before.If he’d been thinking straight, he would’ve listened to Zane, who was saying something about the registration, the dates on the plate. Behind the wheel of this car, there was no way he could listen to reason. He’d been seduced by the feel of it, by the gears changing as he handled the stick-shift, by the way the engine grumbled and roared like a dragon.Even in the midst of this pleasure, pain entered his mind—crawling along the nerves of his face as if seeking an exit. He ignored it again.“I know what we oughta call this baby,” he shouted over the growling of the beast. “Terror. The fuckin’ Clearwater Terror, that’s what this is!” And with that, he hit the gas and shot down Main Street going upwards of seventy miles per hour, while Zane shrieked in the seat beside him, and lights flashed in the rearview mirror.“Goddamn it,” he shouted. “Cops!”He threw his head back as he pulled over, gripping the steering wheel hard in order to aim the car off the road and along the curb. Sheriff Ryder swaggered up to the driver’s side window, shaking his head as he pulled out his ticket book. The engine stalled, and Orion slammed the palm of his hand against the steering wheel, something close to fury coursing through his veins.
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