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Cover Reveal for Bobbi Romans' His Lady Leprechaun

2014 has kicked off with a bang. For those that have never read anything by me, I write eclectically. I never know what story will be dreamt. Might be a story of death, despair and the fight away from. Another might be full on sensual with sweaty alpha men demanding they take control of the story.Truly, I never know anything, except ONE element. There will always be some quirky shit happening.Always.Nothing is ever even remotely “normal” in my world.So, you’ll find sweet contemporary stories, gritty and gory horror and yes, steamy, skin tingling, tales of lust and love.One other element which rings true.... never, ever give up. You want it? Believe in it and fight for it.The latest releases;His Lady Leprechaun
 Blurb:Collin Mathews lived a simple life in a simple town. Work, beer and getting laid.Yeah, life was good. Until he overheard, “Hide and seek, hide and seek, find the rainbow and earn your treat.”Ever since he’d heard those words and found the exotic naked beauty singing them, his world had been anything but normal. Uncovering the fact his mysterious woman might be a leprechaun shook his entire being.Maybe this strange turn in his life isn't about pots of gold at the end of rainbows but treasures far more exquisite...
Buy Link: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/his-la...*Special Note: His Lady Leprechaun will be available SOONAmazon, B&N, ARe and more*To Yank a Tiger by the Tail
Blurb: When tiger shifter Dax's brother Fin, decides to welcome his brothers mate with streaking across the meadow, he created a hailstorm of fury, not laughter. Adding to the fated melee, Dax's ex fiancé, Sparrow, bursts upon the scene with hopes of a reconciliation.

Things turn from bad to worse when Dax’s mate, Zhara, bolts from the heartache and runs straight into Sparrows, biker brother Starl.

Zhara’s dreams of making a good impression on her boyfriend’s family not only go up in flames, but an inferno of misunderstandings. When she catches Dax in the arms of his ex, she follows her instincts.

Sadly they send her straight into Starls arms. A smoking hot biker shifter who turns things even more topsy-turvy.

Will yanking the tiger’s tail destroy the couple for good, or will Dax unsheathe his claws for the fight of life and mate?To Yank a Tiger by the Tail a sort of Bk 2 or follow-up story (can be read as standalone) from It Came Upon a Midnight Dream.
Buy Links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/To-Yank-Tiger-T...SharaAzod: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/yank-t...       *Also available, ARe and Barnes & Noble & other Fine Retailers *
Find me all over the place;Twitter: https://twitter.com/BobbiRomansFB: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bobbi-Romans/196420320461280?ref=hlWebsite: www.bobbiromans.comGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6438996.Bobbi_RomansPinterest: http://pinterest.com/bobbiromans/boards/and my YakPad: http://bobbiromans.wordpress.com/2013/03/15/welcome-to-the-yakpad/
Thanks for stopping in. One commenter will win a choice of either of the above stories!Bobbi Romans

Blitz for Through the Dom's Lens by Doris O'Connor

                                       Through the Dom's Lens 
                          by Doris O'Connor


Blurb:  Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.       
Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.
 

Blitz - Cold Day in Hell by Jerrie Alexander

   COLD DAY IN HELLJERRIE ALEXANDER
Blurb:  Ex-Army Ranger Tyrell Castillo's first mission for Lost and Found, Inc. goes awry when his contact is kidnapped, and he's left scrambling for weapons and explosives. He'll have to blow up a drug cartel's compound, rescue the woman, and keep her safe while they cross the sweltering hot Colombian jungle.
Driven by the need for revenge, Ana Maria Vega Cisneros doesn't want to be rescued. She wants revenge. She'll risk her life to ensure the drug lord who killed her family suffers the same fate.
The cartel leaves a trail of blood on their hunt for Ty and Ana. When Ty receives the order to kill the drug lord with extreme prejudice, he and Ana will face the enemy head on. Can Ty protect the woman who's hell bent on vengeance? The woman he's grown to love?
Buy links:AMAZON  BARNES & NOBLE
BIO:  A student of  creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children.  A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels. 
But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others.  She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other.  She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.
The author of THE GREEN-EYED DOLL, THE LAST EXECUTION, SOMONE TO WATCH OVER ME, HELL OR HIGH WATER, and COLD DAY in HELL, books 1 and 2 in the Lost and Found, Inc. series. Book 3, NO CHANCE in HELL is scheduled for release in early April.
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Release Blitz for Barely Undercover by Sarah Castille

BARELY UNDERCOVER by SARAH CASTILLE

BLURBWith passion at full throttle, there’s no turning back.
When private investigator Lana Parker follows a dangerous biker into an underground sex club, James Hunter is the last man she expects to see. But there he is, all dark looks and chiseled charms, ready to break her heart all over again.
Danger is the name of the game for an undercover cop. And the last thing James wants is for the fiery beauty to come anywhere near the notorious biker gang he’s trying to take down. Yet Lana has no intention of giving up her case, which means he’ll have to keep her close to keep her safe. A risky proposition—especially when their blazing sexual chemistry reignites an unforgettable passion.
But when a dark terror emerges from the past, Lana goes on the run…and James gives up everything to save her. Backed into a corner, Lana must face her fears, including the one thing that frightens her most…her overwhelming feelings for the man whose searing glance sparks her most hidden desires, the man she should not trust, but cannot resist.
Warning: The book contains violence, explicit sex, light BDSM, heavy swearing, motorcycle sexytimes, bad-ass biker naughtytimes, and an exceptionally hot hero who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.
“Must Read Erotic Romance of the Year 2013” – Sneak Peek Reader’s Choice Contest
BUY LINKS
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BIONew York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.
Website http://www.sarahcastille.comFacebook: http://www.facebook/sarahcastilleauthor.comTwitter (@sarah_castille): http://www.twitter/sarah_castille.comGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6920675.Sarah_CastilleNewsletter: http://sarahcastille.us5.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=873de882785693c01f022e6a1&id=55ccf58aa3Amazon Author: http://www.amazon.com/author/sarahcastille

Cover Reveal - Murphy's Law by Jennifer Lowery

Murphy’s LawContemporary Romantic Suspense

Tagline: He lost his family. She gave them back to him.Blurb:Home is the last place Jon Murphy can go. After being held captive in Azbakastan, he returns to the States only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what he did while he was a prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.Widow Sara Sheldon has made a lifetime of mistakes and is now running scared from her husband’s powerful family, who are determined to take her daughter away from her. When her little girl goes missing in the Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a gruff recluse with tracking skills to admire and a body to covet.A storm strands Sara and her daughter at Murphy’s cabin, leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t catch up while she plans where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his privacy, but can’t seem to keep his mind--or his hands--off Sara. How can she stand to look at him, with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she might think…only enough to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to being alone, the way he should be.CONTENT WARNING: Sexual content                           Murphy’s Law: Previously published by Lyrical Press in 2013**Murphy’s Law was a 2006 Golden Heart Finalist**
Excerpt:Copyright © 2014, Jennifer LoweryMurphy sat at the kitchen table, half in the shadows created by the soft light glowing above the stove, hair tousled from sleep. Naked to the waist. A bottle of amber liquid sat in front of him, an empty glass in his hand. Her gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across his tanned chest. So much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real thing to dream about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and disappeared behind the table, she decided he’d been right. He was a dangerous man.She tore her gaze away from temptation and looked at the granite lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his expression, something haunting lingered. Drawn, she circled the table to the opposite end.Murphy met her eyes with coldness that should have sent her running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in place. He wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.“Mind if I join you?” She grabbed a glass and from the cupboard and reached over his shoulder for the bottle.His hand snaked out and wrapped around hers, preventing her from pouring a drink.“I mind,” he growled.“Well, get over it. I need a drink.”Scowling, he let go of her hand and allowed her to pour a glass for herself. She refilled his glass next, set the bottle on the table, moved to the chair beside him and sat, lifting her glass.“Cheers.” She brought the glass to her lips. His gaze as she drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the familiar warming sensation as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away and reached for the bottle.Murphy held it away from her. “What are you doing?”“Having a drink. I’m not in the mood for warm milk tonight.”His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You don’t strike me as the drinking type.”She wasn’t, but tonight it sounded good. Maybe it would soothe away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her life was. Talking about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She didn’t want to feel that misery anymore.“Maybe you don’t know my type,” she said.He studied her closely for a moment before rubbing a hand over his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it off.”“I don’t want to sleep it off. I’m tired of thinking about it.”Maybe it was the whisky, or his naked chest, or the part of her that had been dormant for six years coming back to life. More than anything she wanted to discover it with Murphy, her strong, scarred hero.She rose to her feet. He watched warily as she stepped in front of him and positioned herself between him and the table. He leaned back in his chair and sent her a thunderous look.“You and I are alike in many ways, Murphy,” she said softly. “We’ve both lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back and it has forced us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of being alone.”He pinned her with a hard glare. “I’m not what you want. Go back to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in the morning.”His harshly spoken words sent little electrical shocks through her body.“I’m tired of people telling me what I want.”
This is what people are saying about Murphy’s Law:I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Cindy Gerard, Tara Janzen, or Cherry Adair series. Each of these writers have the same flavor with a secret ingredient in their stories as does Jennifer Lowery. Great story!
- hmhibbit, Open Book Society on Murphy's Law
[image error] Author Bio:Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side.  Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.    Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 
Find Jennifer: Author Website    Facebook    Twitter    Romance Recipes
Buy Murphy’s Law: Amazon Re-Released for the low price of $3.99!!!

The Initiation of Ms Holly by K D Grace

The Initiation of Ms Holly by K D Grace – Relaunched!
February is the official re-launch for The Initiation of Ms Holly with US publisher, SourceBooks ! I’ve been waiting for almost a year for this event. But some things are just worth the wait, and this is definitely one of them. The Initiation of Ms Holly has had a wild couple of years. She’s found her way into the national newspapers, she’s made it onto national television and radio, she’s made it to number one on the Amazon UK paid erotica chart and on the free chart. Holly has even made her way into public libraries all across the UK!
Holly has done the Coast to Coast walk across England in a zip lock bag. (We couldn’t find any waterproofs in her size). She’s been to Las Vegas where she was read from at the famous Flamingo hotel. She’s been on the bookshelves in WH Smith stores in airports, train stations and along the motorways. That girl is well travelled! And as of this month, her adventure gets even bigger!RT Book Reviewshad this to say about Holly:While the “exclusive BDSM club” trope is certainly not new, the author has found a way to make the story compelling with a variety of erotic characters and a slight hint of mystery. Readers will enjoy having a heroine like Rita who is comfortable with exploring her sexuality and will want to stick around to see if she emerges victorious when going up against the club’s wicked dominatrix. Caution: The sex in this book is both plentiful and scorching hot — oven mitts may be needed when turning the pages!The Library Journal has included The Initiation of Ms Holly among what they consider the best of current erotic fiction!
The Initiation of Ms Holly is the novel that nearly didn’t get published, and yet, of all my novels, Holly has been the one that has taken me on the wildest ride – and still is! And I couldn’t be prouder.
To help Holly Celebrate her new cover, new release and continued adventure with SourceBooks Casablanca, here is a little teaser.Blurb:
Journalist, Rita Holly, never dreamed sex with the mysterious Edward in the dark of a malfunctioning train would lead to a blindfolded, champagne-drenched tango, a spanking by a butch waitress, and an offer of initiation into the exclusive mysteries of The Mount. Desperate to save her threatened job, she agrees, scheming secretly to write an inside exposé on the club that will make her career. But as she delves deeper into the intrigue of The Mount and the lives of its members, she soon discovers that her heart may have other plans.
Available from: http://splashurl.com/noxgygsExcerpt from The Initiation of Ms Holly:
He practically fell on top of Rita, his hand grazing her left breast in the complete darkness. She yelped and grabbed him to keep from losing her balance.
“God, I’m sorry!” He gasped. “Bloody nuisance, this, isn’t it?” His voice was warm, melodious, by far the most pleasant thing that had happened to Rita since she left Paris. “Oh dear. You’re trembling. Are you all right?”
“I’m claustrophobic” her words were thin and shaky, as though she didn’t fully trust herself to let them out. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t know where we are.” For an embarrassing moment, she realized she was still clinging to him, but the embarrassment passed, and suddenly she didn’t care. If they were going to die trapped in a train in the Eurostar tunnel, buried beneath a gazillion gallons of water, she’d just as soon not do it alone.
He either understood, or was too polite to leave her in such distress. He wrapped his arms around her engulfing her in a muscular embrace, the scent of which was maleness barely masked by deodorant and some spicy cologne, both fading at the end of a day much longer than either of them had anticipated. “Don’t worry.” In the darkness, he misjudged the distance between them and his lips brushed her earlobe. “It’s just an electrical malfunction. Anyway we’re better off down here than in the snowstorm up above. Sounds like all of London is shut down. Who’d have expected snow this late in the spring? Never mind that, where else do you get the chance to cuddle strangers in the dark?”
He pressed a little closer to her, and she was relieved to find other thoughts, thoughts more welcome than those of their predicament, pushing their way into her head. He felt good, broad-shouldered and tall, easy to lean on.
“Why are you huddled here in the corner rather than hunkered down in your seat?”
She concentrated on his warm breath pressing against the top of her ear. “I was on my way back from the loo when the lights went out and…”
“And this is as far as you got.”
She nodded against his chest, homing in on the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.
“Shall I help you back to your seat then?”
The train lurched forward, and she yelped again, tightening her grip around his neck. “No, please. It’s better if I just don’t move.”
There was a long pause. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
She realized the poor man had little choice clenched in her strangle hold, as he was. “I don’t want to be any trouble,” she lied.
He readjusted his stance and tightened his embrace. “No trouble at all. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than in the arms of a beautiful woman. You are beautiful, aren’t you?”
In spite of the stress she felt, she forced a laugh. “Gorgeous, actually. Too bad you can’t see for yourself.”
He ran a hand down the contour of her spine to rest low on the small of her back. “I don’t have to see you to admire you.”
The thought that the man was rather cheeky barely crossed her mind before he lifted her fingers to his lips and planted a warm kiss across the back of her knuckles. “I’m Edward. I’m from London. Clearly you’re not.”
“Rita,’ she replied. ‘I’m from Seattle, but I live in London now.”
“Well Rita, from Seattle, we’ve established that you’re an exotic beauty. Perhaps you’d like to return the favour.” He lifted her hand to his face and guided it gently over the slight stubble of his cheek. As her hand cupped his well-formed chin, he pulled her middle finger into his mouth and nibbled it, teasing the pad of it with his tongue. Suddenly her struggle to breathe had nothing to do with being claustrophobic.
“Well?” He asked pulling her hand away to massage her fingers. “What do you think? Am I acceptable?”
If he was cheeky, she was downright brazen. She stopped his words with her mouth, amazed at how easily she had found the mark in total darkness. Perhaps it was the darkness that made her so bold, but whatever it was, he didn’t disappoint. His mouth was warm, opening eagerly to the probing of her tongue, responding in kind, caressing her hard pallet, nipping at the fullness of her lower lip before pulling away just enough to speak.
“There, you see? It’s not so bad being in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked, which is very sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up to cup her cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste, for example. Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”
She heard him fumbling in the darkness, then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered. “I have something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.”
Reluctantly she opened her mouth, which he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle between her lips. It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely almost, but not quite to the steamy melting point of his body temperature, which only enhanced the sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate from the cheap stuff.
She gasped her surprise, then moaned softly at the intensity of the taste.
“Don’t bite,” he kissed her jaw, then her throat. “Savour it, roll it around in your mouth. There are places on the tongue that taste only sweet and places that taste only bitter or salt, or sour. Chocolate can have all those flavors. Caress it in your mouth like you’re making love to it, and you’ll be amazed at what you taste.”
She cheeked the truffle, slurring her words as she spoke. “I thought I was tasting you.”
He chuckled softly. “Everything tastes better with chocolate.” Without another word, he took her mouth, plunging his tongue deep against the melting truffle, whirling it, lapping at it, sighing with the pleasure of it. The more liquid and heated the truffle became, the more liquid and heated Rita became. 
About K D Grace/Grace MarshallK D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, HarperCollins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly , along with the newly released sequel, Fulfilling the Contract , and The Pet Shop . Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising , the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire , are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , The Exhibition are all available.
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Spotlight on Lara Nance's One Steamed Night

1Night StandOne Steamed Night by Lara NanceMina Davis is sick of the modern dating scene with its vanilla settings and weak-willed suitors. What ever happened to old-world romance and swashbuckling gentlemen? She craves adventure, and hungers for a charming rogue who’ll sweep her off her feet and into his bed.

When her friend, Regina sets her up on a one-night stand through an exclusive matchmaking website, Mina leaps at the opportunity. Little does she know, and thanks to Madame Eve’s magic touch, Mina’s about to have one steamed night           
  Book Title:  One Steamed NightSeries Title: 1Night StandAmazon http://amzn.to/1hMvUIo  | Barnes & Noble | All Romance eBooks | Decadent
Enjoy the following excerpt for One Steamed Night:
A cloud of gray smoke drifted by, clearing the air. Her breath caught in her throat and she clutched her chest, fear shooting through her. They traveled in a galleon, high above the ground. Over her head floated a large inflatable attached by a series of ropes. Madame Eve was a magician to create such reality.“This way,” her escort shouted above the din. He held tightly to her elbow and hurried to an aft deck a few steps above the main deck. “Cap’n. Here she is.”A tall man behind the ship’s wheel yelled, “Aye. Now, man the main engines. We need more steam.” Using both hands, she held onto the stair rail, staring, her mouth slack. The captain was the embodiment of all her fantasies. Broad-shouldered with muscular thighs and narrow hips. Long, blond hair hung to his shoulders. Dear Lord. This man belonged on the cover of a romance novel. That’s more like it.“My lady, please come up. We’re trying to fight off air pirates.” He extended a hand in her direction.She gulped in a breath. Smoke from the cannon swirled about her. The acrid scent stung the back of her throat and she choked.“What is all this?” she asked, wiping her tearing eyes.“Hurry.” With a wave of his hand, he motioned her to his side.A cannon ball whizzed past her head and over the side. With a scream, she ran up the steps.The captain’s arm encircled her waist, pulling her to his side. . He wore a brown leather jacket and flight helmet. Goggles covered his eyes, so she could only guess at their expression. His tan pants were tucked into thigh-high boots. Like the other man, he sported a scabbard and sword, with a pistol in his belt.“Captain Ross, we scored a direct hit,” one of the men on deck shouted.His fellows roared their approval, raising hands in the air.“Don’t stop now, mates. There’s three more of them,” the man at her side shouted. He gazed down at her and grinned. “Don’t worry, my lady. Three to one are odds I like.”“Who are they?” Her breath caught in her throat at the nearness of his handsome face.“Air pirates. No doubt they heard you were aboard and figured you’d have a fortune in jewels with you.” He gave her a saucy wink and squeezed her waist.“Why would they think that?” She wiggled in the tight embrace. Who is this man?

About the Author: Lara Nance grew up and lived in many cities throughout the South. She loves to write in a variety of genres within the scope of women’s fiction. But the basis of all her stories is a tale that will entertain and intrigue.If you want to escape and lose yourself in a novel, you’ve come to the right place. Choose your genre and settle in to be entertained. From thrilling mysteries and steampunk tales, to paranormal romance and adventure, Lara’s willing to explore a variety of compelling stories full of danger and suspense, with a touch of romance.Her first paranormal romance, Memories of Murder , won RWA’s New England Chapter’s readers’ choice award in 2012 for Best Paranormal Romance, as well as an award of merit as Best Book from a Virginia Author in the Holt Medallion contest. In 2013, her novel DraculaVille – Discovery in New York , won the Rudy award for best novel with romantic elements. Having initially gone the publisher/agent route, she’s now a happy self-publisher with ten novels out along with two short stories. Five of these are now also in audio format and the others soon to follow.Having been on the fencing team in college and now living on a sailboat convinces her that she was a pirate in another life, or possibly kin to Errol Flynn… However, due to the unfortunate demise of the romantic pirates of the past, she lives out her fantasies, thrills and adventures in her stories.Currently docked in Norfolk, Virginia (until the wind changes) Lara enjoys living on her sailboat and spends time reading, of course writing, indulging a variety of artistic endeavors, cooking and sailing with her husband, Joe and their Yorkie, Rio.
Contact Details:
Website:  www.laranance.com Email: lara@laranance.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lara-Nance-author/164262596944196?ref=hl Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Lara_Nance

Spotlight on Glory Dogs: Forged Through Glory

Book Title: Glory Dogs: Forged Through GloryGenre: Sci-fi, Action Adventure, Multicultural romance, EroticaRelease Date: Dec. 6, 2012Author: DeZré Storm

“One woman’s hunt becomes the galaxy’s only salvation”Blurb:
Yoland “Kitten” Sleek is used to living in a world of secrets. Born a mixed breed of humanoid, one engineered to kill and another made for pleasure, she explores the galaxy searching for the one source that can protect the privacy of her family: her father. The pleasure breed’s illegal bloodline endangers her existence and brands her with a death sentence. Blackmailed into an agreement with the superiors of her employer, she lands in dangerous hands.
Special Operations Sergeant Brinks “Watch” Dog leads his squadron into the most challenging of planetary environments in service to the Compound Operations Research Exploration (CORE) Unit of the United Human Alliance. Bound to his Squad Leader, Jeremy “Sanction” Weaver, they scour the galaxies hunting to fulfill the missions of the CORE and save a planet’s people. After the rare addition of female Enlist Yoland Sleek to the team, the secrecy surrounding her threatens the squadron’s existence.
Can they keep their minds focused on the mission, or should their attentions deviate to the temptation of Yoland Sleek?
** Series contains adult situations and open sexuality. **

Excerpt:
The smell of femme flesh was overwhelming. Dog sneezed immediately after stepping out of the silence room. His enhanced sense of smell lent him to avoid most crowds.The last seven of the femme enlist stepped to the front line to stand shoulder to shoulder. The light beamed down on each of them in the open gray space. The footprint decal added a glue glow to their fatigues.“Sergeant Brinks Watch Dog.” The femme assistant announced his name and GEAR handle to the group. “Special Operations Sergeant of the Dog-Four Squadron.”The tiny assistant was there to ensure the sergeants behaved themselves and aid them in any way with their picks, but no sergeants had made use of her. The previous sergeants had passed the tallest, thinnest and more muscled of the group with ease, considering them the least attractive of choice. Dog neared them. He inhaled with intent to smell fear and stifled a purr.The unexpected reaction caused him to go still. His gaze passed over each of them. He allowed his nose to determine which one carried the strangely alluring scent. His analysis settled on the tallest one.The Aknotian was nearly Sanction’s height or equal, by his judgment. She didn’t smell of Hybus flowers from Prime or Neckturac leaves of Gaccata, which were the hottest and most high-end of femme fragrance patches. She smelled of cocoa butter, roses and something else, a sweetness he didn’t know. On his second inhale he nearly groaned at the exotic mixture tickling his nostrils and stirring his cock. Dog lifted the cylinder, certain Sanction would be cursing by now at how long it was taking him to choose from the line. Replacing Relock’s experience with rookies was a matter of skill. Not fuck-ability. He projected the files into the air, selected the Aknotian’s square using his palm. With a wave of his hand, her file shifted to the top. Yoland “No handle” Sleek. He noticed the red flag next to her name immediately. She hadn’t acquired a GEAR handle in her previous squadron, suggesting she wasn’t well liked among them. He skimmed her behavior file beyond her poor conditioning stamp. A quick temper and a smart mouth pointed to the reasons she wasn't well received.He recalled the projection to the cylinder and walked a circle around the group. Each femme looked him in his eyes when he stopped and analyzed their form. He paused in front of the Aknotian. She stared off to the side of him towards the floor. He had learned much in the platoon under Colonel Williams, who had then been his sergeant. Williams was a fountain of knowledge when it came to the people of planet Aknos. The planet's environment was deadly. Aknotians learned from birth to keep their eye on everything, whether it moved or not. Yoland's resistance to do so confirmed her off-world status. Perhaps it was in his favor. Dog took a long moment to look on her. He noted the femme's shoulders had seemed to sink since his first glance at her in the lineup. Her arms and chest were leaner than a normal femme. He hadn't noticed how wick thin she was from the silence room, but muscle definition peeked through the legs of her fatigue breeches. Satisfied with his analysis, he rounded the group and turned his assessment over in his mind. He made another circle around the lineup to motivate his thoughts of the Aknotian into his objective mind and focused on comparing the strength of the femme's shoulders and the length and contour of their spines. If the femme wasn’t strong, he would make her strong. He stopped at the back of the chocolate-skinned cocoa-smelling femme once more, noting through the white of her fatigues an unnatural darkness covering her back end from shoulder to pant line.His skim through the file had mentioned a mark. Curiosity moved him to see its detail.“Femme.” He addressed the assistant with respect before handing the cylinder to her. A slight smile curled her lips. She nodded and took a step backwards to allow him room.


About  DeZré Storm: Tales of adventure, love and sexuality have always intrigued and inspired DeZré Storm. Weaving stories of strong character, action adventure, paranormal encounters and steaming sex make DeZré Storm tales perfect for anyone seeking a heart pounding and spicy get away. This author doesn’t mind taking your imagination to exciting new places.
Readers that crave adventurous sexy stories set in imperfect worlds will enjoy DeZré Storm novels. Glory Dog’s action and sensuality is guaranteed to keep you panting.
Careful.  It gets hot under the cover.

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Website: www.dstormnovels.comBlog: www.dezrestorm.comTwitter: @dezrestorm.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/dezre.storm
 

Spotlight on Sweeter Than This by Samara King

Book Title: Sweeter Than This
Release Date: January 28, 2014Genre: Interracial Erotic Romance Suspense 
Blurb:  With her best friend murdered, the man believed to be partly responsible under the nose of her gun and a stranger looming in the shadows out for blood, Officer Elle Taylor is running out of time and people to trust. Will Elle risk crossing the line between attraction and revenge to take help from an unexpected source, before the murderer strikes again and leaves her life in flames? 

Durant Kane is no stranger to trouble, especially the kind that comes with a gun trained on his face and an angry woman attached. But Elle's something different, something unexpected and sweeter. He never could have imagined coming to feel so deeply about her, even if his own disastrous path in relationships hadn't left him so wary. But he'll have to take the risk if he doesn't want to lose the woman he's come to realize he can't even think of living without.


 Buy Link:

Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/sweeter-than-this.html
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Excerpt:
Everyone had a guilty pleasure. Some gave in once and could walk away afterward. Others became a slave to it. Given the wicked spasms pulsating between Officer Elisha “Elle” Taylor’s thighs, the deciding factor of which side she fell on was clear. 

Seeing Durant Kane again cracked open her wall of defense. Elle gritted her teeth as she waited on her coffee. Her usual early morning joint was filled with commuters and the normal hum of conversations and steady traffic. Her gaze traveled slowly over the handsome man standing at the entrance of the diner. His golden skin, brilliant blue eyes hinting at wise-cracking cynicism, and cropped blond hair gave him the air of a playboy. Sophistication and confidence defined every move he made. 

The shrewd gleam Elle knew oh so well in his baby blues matched his smooth-talking ways. Although it hadn’t taken much talking for her to end up in his bed. The dark designer suit lined his tall, muscular frame with contemporary style, as did the black, quarter-length coat he was shrugging out of. She noted that same potency registered with several of the men Durant stood with as he gazed occasionally at traffic. They seemed intent on his every word. She was addicted to him in all the ways that shouldn’t matter to a cop, but as a full-blooded woman--that was a different story. 

Look away! 

Elle turned to him just as Durant looked in her direction, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She faced the counter. Where the hell is that coffee? She needed to be on the road, and not recounting the ways he’d made her come a year ago. Knowing he still had the ability to captivate her attention made her blood boil. Lines had been crossed, dotted, and underlined in Durant’s company. 

Guilty pleasures... Elle knew of them; she was experiencing one right now. The swipe of his tongue across his lips made her stomach clench. She balled her fist. Moments later, she felt the brush of his hand graze her lower back. She didn’t dare turn around, and with the steady stream of people roaming the diner, no one would notice that Durant was standing inappropriately close behind her. The heat from his breath fanned the back of her neck. 

“Excuse me, Officer. So rude of me to reach over you.” He leaned forward, grabbing a menu. 

“I should shoot you.” 

She could hear the smile in Durant’s whispering voice. “A pleasure to see you as well, Elle.” 

She raised her eyebrows, despite the sexual intensity spreading throughout her body. “I doubt your associates would see it that way.” 

Durant chuckled. “That’s why they’re waiting outside.” The sound of his laughter was rich and filling, just as he’d been when their bodies had intertwined. 

Elle squeezed her thighs, standing stiffly. “Perfect, a henchman who does delivery.” 

“I try to be as accommodating as possible to my employees and otherwise.” 

Elle grunted. “Is that what you’re calling it these days?” 

“There are many names I have for what I want to do to you.” He moved closer, the hard muscles of his chest pressed against her back. An innocent onlooker would only see a man perusing the menu and not the sensual heat ricocheting between them. 

Durant snaked his right hand to the side of her waist, over her belly, and tugged her backward. Her ass brushed his erection. “What’s good here?” he said against her ear, inhaling her scent. 

“Get your hands off me.” Elle’s eyes fluttered for a moment before she pushed away, only to feel his hand clamp tightly against her. Her body responded swiftly, and her clit quivered wildly. She bit her lip to stop from moaning out loud. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Damn you! If I scream--” 

“If you scream, it’ll be a sound I’ve been longing to hear,” he replied huskily. 

“Officer? Your coffee. We threw in a couple of chocolate glazed donuts for the wait.” 

Durant edged back, pretending to be intent on the menu. 

Elle jerked away from his intimate lock and turned her attention to the cashier, flashing a smile. “Thanks.” The caffeine would do little to smooth over the tumultuous emotions rumbling within her. 

She turned to find Durant’s eyes glowing. “If you ever try something like that again, I will shoot you, Kane.” She maneuvered around him, wanting to put as much distance between them as possible. 

He looked over his shoulder. “You never told me what was good.” 

“I would think the fact that you are still standing.” 

Once outside, Elle closed her eyes. The cold winter air drowned out the heated vibrations and her frayed nerves. Fortunately it was the end of her shift. The attraction she’d felt for him hadn’t gone any damn place. The realization slapped her firmly upside her head. 

Did you really think it would go away? 

It was not normal to feel like this, to act like some wanton teenager. It was definitely not her customary “love ’em and leave ’em before attachments could be made” style. She had stayed away from Durant since that night. Being around him clouded her judgment. Yet his heated gaze had reeled Elle in, reawakening a forbidden desire that not only threatened her sanity but her job. 

He stoked something deep within her, a fire she hadn’t yet learned to tame. The tremors coursing through her body must be payback for the dormancy. There was a higher price to be paid if she gave in to her cravings. The forbidden truth was she’d never felt more alive. 

Elle opened the door to her cruiser. They lived in two separate worlds, and nothing would change that. Sleeping with the enemy was dangerous; none of her training had prepared her for a skilled criminal like Durant Kane.

  Authors Bio: Samara King is the author of eighteen multi-genre works within romance fiction in novel and novella lengths as well as poetry. Writing romance has been a part of Samara’s world since her days of sneaking to the back of the library in grade school with a love story in tow; soon after, she wrote her own.
She was a Poet of the Year nominee in 2011 by African Americans on the Move Book Club and is a current member of The Romance Writers of America, several sister RWA chapters, and Sisters In Crime. Samara has penned stories for Totally Bound, Cobblestone Press, Loose Id, sexy mobile reads for Ether Books, and also writes under her co-produced self-publishing entity, Crimson Whispers with author Shonell Bacon.Samara previously co-hosted SoundNOff, a poetic format for poets and spoken word artists and hosted InCharacterN10, a former showcase for authors on Blogtalkradio.com/samaraking. Her newest endeavor is On The Hush, a monthly book column at MsNixInTheMix.com that focuses on relational issues. Samara’s first poetry collection, The Ebony Kryptonite, was well received and was followed with Stripped Barefoot, a sultry mix of poetry and spoken word, which went on to reach #20 in Chicago’s Top 40 on Reverbnation in September 2013. Her next poetic endeavor, The Naked The Bare is slotted for late 2014. To find out more about Samara’s poetry visit: http://reverbnation.com/samaraking or listeners may also find her on Spotify.Currently, Samara is hard at work on her next romance series, as well as a new co-written mystery, Mama Has A Brand New Bag. Author's Links:
Website: http://samaraking.com
Twitter: @samaraking Blog: Characters Behaving Badly

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Spotlight on Bethany-Kris' contemporary erotic romance- Lynked

Title: LynkedAuthor: Bethany-Kris
Release Date: February 3rd, 2014 Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
 He’d give up everything to keep her, in fact he did. But will she still be waiting on the other side  when it’s over?

Blurb: When a fighter’s path crosses with a beautiful woman, he’s positive the meeting will only end in her leaving his penthouse with sex hair and a smile—until life and the law steps in, inevitably linking their futures forever.
The accident that ended his fighting career wasn’t enough to keep former mixed martial arts champion Devon Lynk out of the sport. His new business, Chaine Lynk, an exclusive fighting company, has made him millions through illegal gambling. Happy with his life, he never suspected it could be his downfall … until the morning after leads to something so much more than he expected, and he’s left with the weight of guilt and responsibility on his shoulders.
Veronica “Nic” Stacey made her way to Edmonton with the intention of starting life anew, but her first night in the city lands her in a stranger’s bed and things don’t quite go as planned. Waking up to find out her brother is in jail is one thing, but learning the man she slept with is also his boss is another matter altogether. With no knowledge of the city and nowhere to go, she’s left taking the only help offered: Devon’s.
With Chaine Lynk’s doors closed and Devon facing possible jail time for his involvement, reality takes a front row seat. Love and lust intermingle as he comes to learn what his business and choices have cost the girl he wants most—now he just has to fix it. But is it already too late?


Excerpt:
“What is your name, pretty girl?” *Something sinful crawled over every nerve Nic had in the best way at the voice in her ear. She couldn’t not respond to the hand suddenly holding tight to her waist. The heat of the man’s palm soaked straight through the fabric of her dress and seeped into her skin in the best way. She swore it travelled over her flesh with a tingling dance that had her burning hot instantly. Shooting him with a simpering grin, Nic turned her head just enough to check him out. Tall and well dressed with broad shoulders, a muscled frame, and hazel eyes that seemed to pierce right into her soul, Nic was stunned for a second. The dark color of his skin stood out against the cream color of her dress and his fingers tightened, making her breath catch. Handsome was an understatement. This man was downright gorgeous in a way that made her pulse pick up and her sex ache. There was a faint grin playing on his full lips and her gaze was drawn down to his hand still holding firm to her waist like it belonged there. No one had so blatantly approached her like he had throughout the night, not to mention physically touched her.Actually, this man was the first to ever do that at all and not get an instant rejection. Maybe it should have bothered Nic, but instead she found herself curious as to why he had approached her. After all, she hadn’t been actively trying to invite attention her way. “Your name?” he asked again. The roughness in his voice was almost mesmerizing. The flecks of green in his eyes seemed to dance under the lights, sparkling with suggestion and want. “Nic.” “What are your plans in the next five minutes?” Nic turned to look back at the fight. The man did the same, watching as Jordan locked down hard to his opponent, pinning him to the mat with a chokehold that looked like it must have hurt. She’d thought seeing Jordan fight would turn her inside out with worry, but instead, Nic only found herself proud. Maybe making the choice to come to Alberta had been the right one after all. Change was supposed to be a good thing, right? “That depends,” she finally answered. “On what?” Once more, she met his gaze, feeling his hand gripping tightly to her waist and wanting to become lost in just the sensation of that action alone. Nic could feel her body wanting to press harder into his grip. Never had her insides reacted so strongly to another person. He didn’t let up a bit. Haze yielded behind them, tapping out hard against the mat. People started to cheer as their hands hit the cage. Jordan’s name rang out in the crowd louder and louder. “On that.” Her brother won. The tuition was all but paid now. Do something different. Those words rung in her mind like a toll bell. What would it hurt to go home with this man? Nic wondered. Who would know what she had done? There wouldn’t be a soul to say anything bad. There would be no one judging her like they did back home. He clearly wasn’t a fighter if his clothing and attitude were any indication, so she was still following along with her brother’s only request. What could it really hurt? Nothing. She was grown. Jordan would be celebrating his win. A single phone call to let him know she was fine would be enough until the morning. “Come home with me,” he said, his eyes seeming to search hers for any sign of indecision. Nic laughed an airy sound. “I don’t even know you.” “I don’t bite.” “Maybe I’d like that, though.” “All right, I bite a little,” he teased. She could easily say no, but she didn’t want to. That should have scared her. Whatever influence this man seemed to have on her was one she hadn’t experienced before. Nic was the rational one; a person who didn’t make irresponsible choices that would shine her in a bad light. Straight and narrow; white as a dove. Whoever this man was, he made her want to jump headfirst into the filth of sin without even thinking of possible consequences. “Married?” he asked. “Nope.” “Escort?” The face she made must have given away how she felt about that comment. “Sorry,” he said.Again, his mouth came dangerously close to her face, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. Heat saturated Nic all over again and she shivered. Who was this man? She didn’t even care that his name had yet to be uttered. She wet her tongue with her lips.“Come home with me,” he repeated, his voice turning down to a husky tone. Nic bit her lip, her eyebrow rising in contemplation. “You’ll get me home in the morning?” “In a private jet if you want, sweetheart; just say yes.” “Yes.”




Authors Bio: Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover, and mother of two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. With a fulltime job, her children underfoot, animals at her side, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.

Author's Website: www.bethanykris.blogspot.ca
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