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Spotlight - Jessica Lee's Undying Embrace

Undying EmbraceJessica Lee
Blurb:  Arran MacLain is a vampire on a suicide mission, driven to kill his former partner who betrayed him and the Enclave they served. But two things stand in his way: Gabrielle, the human female who holds his heart, and the past that won’t let him go. If only death was enough to cleanse his soul.
Gabrielle Steven’s sister is missing. Her hunt for clues brings her face to face with the one vampire she can’t forget. Their missions combine and thrust them into the heart of evil. Will their passion be enough to overcome the pain from their past, or will their dark desires destroy them both?
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Almost every author's bio states they've been writing since they learned how to read. It's what they've always wanted to do. Well, my journey wasn't so straight and narrow. I was a nurse for over twenty years and hold a bachelor's degree in science with a major in biology. So as you can see, my career path had originally gone in the opposite direction. I didn't discover my passion for the craft until after I'd had my son and decided to work part-time.

I've always loved to read but had never read a paranormal romance. Then one night at work on break, I began reading Karen Marie Moning's Spell of the Highlander. I couldn't believe what I'd been missing, and I immediately fell in love with the genre.

I wanted to write like that. I wanted to create worlds where others could find the same escape and fascination I did when I read my first sensual paranormal romance.

And I hope that's what I've accomplished in my work. Please dive in, hold on tight, and enjoy the adventure. Just be careful in the dark—you might find more than you expected waiting for you there.

Jessica Lee lives in the southeastern United States with her husband and son. She loves writing and can't wait for that quiet time each day when her son is in school, and she can get lost in another place and world with the fantastical, sexy creatures in her head.
She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, FF&P, and Carolina Romance Writers.
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Aroused by Angelina Rain - Spotlight

Blurb: 

Can two wrongs make a right? Nadia's happy home became a prison cell when a tragedy visited her family and ended her marriage to the man of her dreams. Now six months after he left, she is still wearing his ring and recalling all the wrongs that happened between them. All she wants is to forget him, to encounter a complete stranger who would arouse her to the point she would abandon all thoughts and only think with her body. When a handsome customer at work proposes a night of passion, Nadia battles with the choice to give in or walk away. Is a moment of pleasure worth more pain that would follow? As the hours tick away, his sensual teasing leads to a blissful fulfillment she'd never imagined. When desire and emotions collide, she realizes she's not the only one in pain, and not the only one living with past hurts. Can a single night of sexual awakening heal both their hurts? Or will it only result in more pain? 
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Spotlight- Grace Elliot's A Dead Man's Debt

Blurb After publicly humiliating a suitor, Celeste Armitage is sent from the ton in disgrace. Exiled to the country she discovers a sketch book of nude studies and is shaken to discover the artist is her hostess’s eldest son, Ranulf Charing, Lord Cadnum. This darkly cynical lord is exactly the sort of dissipated rogue she most despises – and yet her blood heats at the thought of him!Ranulf Charing, Lord Cadnum is being blackmailed over his late brother’s debts. Whilst visiting his mother, he discovers her new companion, Miss Celeste Armitage, to be a woman of unusual perception and starts to fall in love. But then the jealous fury of the blackmailer is unleashed and Cadnum must cast Celeste aside in order to protect her. However, in underestimating her resolve to clear his name – Cadnum places his true love in mortal danger…
Available from Amazon US  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FI66XBQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00FI66XBQ&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20Amazon UKhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00FI66XBQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00FI66XBQ&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21Smashwordshttps://www.smashwords.com/books/view/361661?ref=cw1985 Excerpt So be it.  Cadnum gritted his teeth as he grasped the leading leg and pushed.  It was like fighting against a brick wall, the calf barely moving.  A lamb was difficult enough; how much more so a calf?  Just as he was wondering if one man was strong enough, a shower of pebbles rattled down the bank.  Concentrating on the calf, he barked to whomever approached, “Don’t just stand there.  Get down here!”            “I beg your pardon!” a woman’s voice answered.            With a flash of annoyance, he glanced upward.            A wide eyed young woman wearing a straw bonnet peered down.  “I say, is everything all right?”            “Does it look all right?” he muttered under his breath.  All he needed was some sensitive miss fainting on him.  “Go!  Fetch help from the house.”            He saw her hesitate, biting her top lip.  “But you need help now.”            A contraction clamped around his arm as the cow’s tail switched across his face, stinging his eyes like a cat-o-nine-tails.            In a flurry of muslin and lace, the miss slid down the bank, landing with a thud in the ditch.            “Ouch.”  She rubbed her ankle.            Cadnum glared back, dark eyes flashing.  “You should have gone to the house.”  Damn it all, she could make herself useful then.  “Hold the tail aside.”            Pulling a face, she limped over.  His gaze lingered; up close, she merited a second glance.  Of middle height with a tidy waist and curves where God intended them, she appeared quick-witted and bright-eyed.  Without further ado, she stripped off her gloves, throwing them onto a bramble bush.  Long, sensitive fingers grasped the muddy tail.            Practical, he thought, silently impressed.  “Why didn’t you go for help?”            “There isn’t time.”  Her bonnet slipped backwards, revealing a quirky face with a pointed chin, her lips finely drawn with an arched cupid’s bow.  The sort of face an artist could lose himself in; all shades of the sea were found in deep emerald eyes framed by a tangle of chestnut hair.            Cadnum tightened his grasp and pushed.  Sweat beading his brow.  The calf retreated an inch.            “What are you doing?”  Her voice was gentle and calm, if somewhat deep for a woman.            He guessed it would be husky in bed, whispering over a pillow after a night of passion.  Her eyes were on him, deep green eyes, lively and entrancing.  He suddenly remembered that he was undressed to the waist, her curious gaze on his skin as he imagined those lily-white hands gliding over his naked chest, her almond shaped nails digging into his skin.  He shook away the thought, trying to remember her question.            She watched with innocence and interest, blushing faintly in a charming way; and yet, he realized, she was no wilting flower.  He shook his head.  The woman had asked a question; damn it, he would answer.            “The calf is breech,” he grunted. “I need to push her back into the womb to turn her.”  He wanted to shock this stranger, to test how bold she truly was.            She stared back, biting her top lip, exaggerating her snub nose.  “Ah!”  Her gaze met his.            “Think of the calf as a carriage in a narrow driveway.  To turn it around, you push it back into the stable yard.”            “What can I do to help?”            “Nothing,” he growled.            Throwing him an angry look, she anchored the tail with a log and scrambled around to the beast’s head.  After a moment’s thought, she placed her pelisse under the cow’s head, stroking the broad nose and crooning words of comfort.            “She’s relaxing.”  Cadnum’s arm was numb from the contractions.  He fell forward as the first leg finally slid back into the womb.  “That helps.”  His hair had come free from the ribbon, falling thickly about his shoulders.  He glanced at the woman.  She was leaning forward, her bosom straining a tight bodice, a satisfying cleavage between her breasts.  He swallowed hard.  She was odd looking, he decided, not exactly beautiful but eye catching nonetheless.  Her face showed character and determination.  Her complexion was too healthy to be fashionable, all rosy cheeked and peppered with freckles.            The woman glared at him now, her skin glowing bright pink.  Had he been staring?  His heart raced as he returned to the calving.            Timing his efforts, he used all his strength to push the second leg back.  His shoulder felt as if it were being ripped from the socket.  With gritted teeth, he found a slippery hoof and clung to it, guiding it from the womb into the birth passage.  Grimacing with the effort, he found the other foreleg, dragging it forward to match its mate.  Pulling first one leg, then the other, he inched them forward.            The muscles of his back burned as he braced, digging his heels into the damp earth.  He pulled in time to the cow’s weakening contractions, but as her effort became more feeble, even that assistance was lost.  The beast lay stretched on her side, head extended, breathing erratically and growing weaker by the second.  It was going to be a close thing; all the effort would be for naught if he couldn’t pull the calf out soon.            After minutes of heaving, two small cream hooves presented themselves.  Cadnum sat back on his heels, sweat dripping into his eyes.  So intense had been his concentration that he’d completely forgotten the woman.  But there she was, slightly pale but watching him intently.            “I need your help…” It wasn’t so very difficult to say.  The woman nodded silently, her face so serious he almost laughed.  “The cow’s spent, she can’t push any more.  I need you to pull with me.”            Licking her lips she nodded weakly.            “Come here.  Grasp my waist.  Pull when I say.”            She stood and, with a whisper of skirts, was at his side.  As her arms wound hesitantly around his waist, he suppressed a shiver of excitement.  Her hands where peach soft and cool.  She smelled of lemongrass.            “Hold tight.”            The thin feminine arms around the hard plain of his belly made his body ache unexpectedly.            “Pull as hard as you can, when I say,” he barked more gruffly than he intended.  “Now.”            Digging his heels into the dirt, his muscles strained as he struggled to keep hold of the slippery hooves.  But his attention was not wholly on the calf as he became aware of the press of her breasts against his bare back, of her sweet warm breath against his neck.  If he wasn’t mistaken, he could feel her heart hammering against his ribs.            With a desperate heave, he pulled the calf and the woman pulled him.  The calf moved another few inches, the forelegs exposed to the wrist joint.            “Again,” he urged.            Another pull and half the forelegs were out.            “Stop.  I need to check if the calf’s head is coming nose forward.”            The woman released him.  Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed her pink tongue darted out of her mouth to moisten her dry lips.            Turning back to the cow, he knelt, feeling inside, satisfied that he could feel a muzzle lined neatly along the forelegs.            “Nearly there.”            The woman’s arms circled back around his waist, wiry with feminine strength.  This time they fitted snugly, her cheek against his back.  A ringlet had broken free of her chignon, brushing his skin.  His groin tightened—much to his annoyance.            “Ready?  Heave!”  Never had he been more glad of the distraction from a woman’s unnerving affect on his body.  He noticed her soft mossy eyes and sweetly tempting curves, yet her bravery and determination excited him most.  Innocent, yet bold.            The calf slithered free with a slippery suck, sliding to the ground in a flood of fluid and membranes.  Man and woman rolled backwards.  Cadnum landed on her skirts, pinning her down.  Her face was flushed, her pupils large.  He stared into her eyes, which were framed with thick dark lashes now modestly brushing her cheek.  He noticed her breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on her neck, chest heaving.            Neither moved.            The temptation to lean forward and claim a kiss was dizzying.  It was like looking up at a high church tower against scudding clouds, making him giddy.            Scowling, he turned away.  When had he become such a cad that he’d consider taking advantage of an innocent stranger?  He deserved to be horse whipped.  It didn’t help that the throb in his groin reminded him of his weakness.            “The calf?” a small clear voice questioned.            It was a bull calf, steaming slightly in the cool morning air.  Hooking a finger in the calf’s mouth, he cleared away the mucus.            “The cord.  I need to tie off the cord.  Quick, find me something.”            With a whisper of satin, she held out the ribbon from her bonnet.            “Will this do?”            When she didn’t immediately release it, it occurred to him that she was waiting for him to say thank you.  He acquiesced.  With a humph she handed over the ribbon.            As he worked, she stood, regarding the newborn with wonder.  For some inexplicable reason he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and smooth her hair, to kiss that perfect oval of a mouth.  Damn her for distracting him!            Cadnum rounded on her, squaring his bare chest.  She recoiled, threatened by his unabashed maleness.  She shrank back, making Cadnum angry at himself for frightening her.            “Well don’t just stand there, now go and fetch help!  Tell them to send men to the ditch between the five acre field and the hazel copse.”  Her presence had become intolerable, eating away at his self-control.  “Look sharp about it!”            She jumped and scrambled up the bank with a flash of neat ankle, but not before giving him on last angry glare.              A wave of heat washed over Ranulf, who silently gave thanks that her back was turned.  It was not his habit to ravish complete strangers, especially those so obviously gently born.  But for some reason that was exactly what he wanted to do to this mysterious chestnut haired stranger.  Only as she disappeared over the brow of the hill did it occur to him to inquire who this practical Miss was and what she was doing on his land. 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Erotic Notions on the Snarkology Paranormal BlogHop

Happy Halloween and Welcome to Erotic Notions on the Snarkology Paranormal Blog HopSEXUAL CONTENT IN EXCERPT
I like Halloween. I love to dress up in a costume and thought of all that candy makes my knees weak. But I'm not good with scary Halloween movies. Our family tradition is to watch Spaced Invaders while handing out candy to the nine children who will come to our house. We live in the country; not a lot of neighbours. I can name each of the trick or treaters who'll arrive - in order of age - C, D, S, L, E, G, twins - A and A and last but not least, M. Next year it will probably be only 8, C is at the age where Halloween parties with friends are more fun.

My erotic paranormal romance is Capri's Fate. The paranormal part is Thall, the hero. He's not a vampire or a shapeshifter, he's a son of the Fates. When he is in his normal state - he is like mist. When he first interacts with Capri, he is just a voice.

Trying to write a hot sex scene with a human and a voice was an interesting challenge.



What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her? 
Excerpt - SEXUAL CONTENT My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me."Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm.""Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?""Yes." One simple, yet mortifying, word."I'm not a porn star.""Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud."They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.Snap. Snap.A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.Snap.Snap. Snap.The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart. Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs."Do you want it?"I groaned."Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”Do the Fates understand the term – duh!
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Here is what people are saying - Amazon 5-star review -
Do you happen to own a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs?". That's their first meeting. Not face to face. But mind to mind. His voice is very seductive. Very erotic. And very persuasive. I loved the retelling of this Greek myth. With all of the three sisters as the fates. All of the characters are humorous. Truly very creative lovemaking. I had to stop to fan myself and sigh a lot of times. My toes really curled. I applause to the author. For that. It's worth your time and money.

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Bio Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two cats, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

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Marianne Harden's Malicious Mischief on Erotic Notions

Malicious MischiefMarianne Harden Blurb:  Is it strange to have the unemployment office on speed dial? Not for twenty-four-year-old college dropout Rylie Keyes. However, her current job at a small retirement home is worlds more important than all her past gigs. Fact is, if she loses this job, she’ll fail to stop the forced sale of her grandfather’s home, a modest lakeside bungalow that has been in the family for ages. But to keep her job she needs to figure out the truth behind the death of a senior citizen found murdered in her care.
The victim was thought to be a penniless man with a silly grudge against Rylie. However, his enemies will do whatever it takes to keep their part in his murder secret.
Forced to dust off the PI training she must keep hidden from her ex-detective grandfather, Rylie has to juggle the attentions of two very sexy, very different cops who both arouse and fluster her at the same time. And as she trudges through the case, she has no idea that along the way she just might win, or lose, a little piece of her heart. 
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 I love making people laugh. True, I should probably spend time on an analyst’s couch, but I’d rather spill loads of fun into my books. I’m rarely at a loss for words, which is wicked cool for a writer. And it would be poppycock to say I didn’t laze away my wonder years dreaming of far-off places.Over the years, I’ve traversed the insanely fun back roads of Australia and New Zealand, trekked the wildly exotic landscapes of Asia and Africa, soaked up the blistering Caribbean sun, survived bitter Arctic cold to witness the Northern Lights, and lost a wee bit of my heart to the awesomeness of Europe.My goals in life are simple: do more good than harm and someday master the do-not-mess-with-me look. I roost in Washington State with my husband and our two children. Website  Twitter  Facebook  Pinterest  Goodreads

EXCERPTI turned, my doubt about solving this case rising. I walked into Detective Talon.I stumbled back, apologizing as he reached out, steadying me with a gentle hand.“Thank you,” I said awkwardly, shocked by the comfort I found in his touch.There came a lengthening silence as he stared down at me. His handsome face folded in, brooding, deep into a frown.I looked at him in bewilderment. “Is something wrong?”“It’s the way Lipschitz talks of you. It isn’t right and proper,” he said. “You do know he was once in love with you. And dammit, he quite possibly still is.”Such concern, he must have written the Bintliff note. “There was never anything between us—why dammit?”“A detective on a power trip, a vulnerable suspect, and an axe to grind—never ye mind, I suspect it’s better if I say no more,” he said, his voice steady but worried.His assertion intrigued me on many levels. Though loosely exercised, it was a breach of the age-old police code of silence. Even when guilty of wrongdoing, cops don’t talk bad about other cops.“I never encouraged Lipschitz,” I said. “He was too busy calling me bastard baby to realize that at the time. You should know something else. I had nothing to do with Otto’s death.”“No mind, I already knew you weren’t involved,” he said. “Though it makes no sense to me, you trying to persuade your grandfather by solving Otto’s murder.”I raised my brows, figuring he had learned this from Leland. “I need his blessing.”“Answer me this: does the grape ask the yeast what type of wine it should be?”Puzzled by this man, by how he talked in riddles, I stepped back, clumsily turning on an ankle. He didn’t steady me this time, didn’t touch me. It shamed me how much I had wanted him to. “I find you so confusing,” I said self-conscious, a bit shy.“I cannae fault you for that. I’m up to my neck in confusion. There is no rhyme or reason in why I’m willing to break a dozen department rules to discuss this case with you.”“Don’t risk your career for me,” I said too hastily, too coolly, as one does when skeptical, for police officers carried another burden, the binding pressure of their code of conduct. He picked up on my doubt and gave me a half-amused smile. “My career will survive, though my ego may not be as blessed.”I forced myself to say, “Ego complicates things.”“Aye, while laughing last and loudest. Petulant thing, ego.”He continued to look at me with his dramatic eyes. I saw the soulfulness in them and thought back to his anger over Lipschitz’s contempt for me. I wondered why it bothered him, why he felt the need to write the anonymous Bintliff note. Surely, he had more to worry about than me. He was a man of contrasts; I could see that now. The dangerous detective with a discerning stare, concerned stranger abhorring the ways of a hateful partner. I smiled, oddly becoming more at ease with him. But there was something baffling, even staggering about the suddenness of this change. I was entering dangerous grounds, I knew I was, but still I said, “Maybe yours just got out of bed on the wrong side.”“Innuendo?”“No,” I said, but it had been, and I turned cold all over at my boldness. I was acting harebrained. It had to stop. “Talon, why are you doing this? I’m more often the friend than lover.”




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Kacey Hammell and Romancing the Stars on Erotic Notions

Romancing the Stars AnthologyKacey Hammell, Emma Lai, Sandra Sookoo, Marie Tuhart, Lacey WolfePublisher: Sybarite SeductionsGenres: New Adult, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Multicultural/Interracial144 PagesASIN:B00FE2IACY

Romancing the Stars ~Fantasies that will make you see starsSexy stars abound in this collection of five, naughty stories that take you from red carpet premieres to time off from the screen and the auditioning, filming, and parties in between. Featuring young love rekindled, old lovers reunited, multicultural and interracial red carpet hook ups with the potential for more, and a BDSM couple with unexpected proclivities, there's something to curl everyone's toes and leave fans craving more.

A Sunday Kind of Love by Kacey HammellFor Sunday Reardon, once an A-list actress, leaving the spotlight, hectic schedules and tabloid gossips behind for the quiet tranquility of her hometown was the best decision she ever made. She’s surrounded by her family, her gardens and has everything she needs. Except the love of her life, a past co-star who offered so many promises years ago, only to break them all.
When she’s nominated for an Academy Award, Sunday’s world shifts into confusion and what-might-have-beens as she comes face to face with the one man who broke her heart…and still sets her body on fire.

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Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013“God, you feel so amazing in my arms. I wish you could come with me.”Eyes closed, she nodded. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Opening her eyes, she gazed at him. “Once the editing is finished, I need to get away from all this. I can’t deal with it any longer. And you know my dad’s having hip surgery. I need to help my mom.”Shifting his stance, he slid his hands over the globes of her ass, urging her closer. “I know, babe. It’s okay. I won’t be gone long.”She dug her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Nine months seems likes forever. You won’t forget me will you?”A moan erupted from his throat as he dipped his head and latched his mouth onto hers. She savored him in her arms, revelling in his tongue dancing with hers. Passion, yearning, hunger, it was all there in his kiss.Flexing his hips, Josh shifted his shaft to fit in the V between her legs. She gasped, her head falling back. Josh kissed his way down her neck, nibbling, biting, and driving the temperature a million times higher. She wanted to succumb to him now, to finally make love to him, but they couldn’t risk being caught.He hauled her tighter, holding her so close she could barely breathe. But Sunday didn’t care. All she would ever need was this man in her arms. Feeling him against her, his body fevered against hers—nothing else mattered.Josh lifted his head, his forest green eyes bore into hers. She could drown in his loving and hungry gaze. He knew her better than anyone else. While filming, they’d enjoyed so many secreted-away moments, revealing hopes and dreams and shared childhood stories imparting laughter. He was everything she’d ever need. And she couldn’t wait to tell the world.But they couldn’t. Not yet.“I know my leaving, since filming of my next movie is starting sooner, throws a kink in what we’d planned, but I promise, babe, I’ll be back as fast as I can. I’d rather be with you, starting our journey toward what I think will be a great future together. If I had any other choice—”Understanding about commitments and responsibility, she covered his lips with her hand. “I know. It’s okay. We have time. We do. I’ll be waiting for you.”He sighed. “I love you more than anything else.” He caressed her face. “I’ve waited so long for you already, it’ll be hell, but I know it will be worth it. Especially when we’re far away from prying eyes.”She smiled, her heart booming with happiness. “And I love you.”His cell phone vibrated. He yanked it from his pocket and groaned. “Damn, I have to go. They’re looking for me. Our flight leaves in forty-five.” His lips captured hers.She poured all the love, hope, and belief of their relationship into the kiss. He had to come back. She couldn’t live without him now.“I miss you already,” Josh whispered when he stepped back. His gaze travelled over her face as if memorizing every facet. Then he leaned down for his duffel bag. Straightening, he said, “I love you, Sunni.”Tears in her eyes, she watched him walk toward the door. “I love you.”He stared at her from across the room. Sunday wanted to rush over, wrap her arms around him and beg him not to go. But she couldn’t do that. She loved how dedicated and honest he was. There was no way she’d ever ask him to break his word.With a last long, deep breath, he turned the door handle then exited the trailer. Feeling alone already, she sat in the vanity chair and gazed into the mirror. The love of her life had just walked out the door for war-torn Afghanistan. She worried for his safety but knew his people and the movie company would keep him safe while filming. All she could do was hold the love she had for him in her heart, and wait.

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A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

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Capri's Fate - Writer's Notes - part 3

Why I wrote Capris Fate like I did.
When I wrote Capri's Fate I – deliberately - broke a couple of rules of writing – heck – I probably broke a lot :-). Why? I don't like being hemmed in. In a university course on creativity, my professor droned on about how a person had to free their mind – let the creativity flow – experiment – yadda, yadda, yadda. He pointed out - some of the results will be wonderful, some will need work and some will be pure garbage. Amazingly enough, his lecture seems to have stuck in the back of my head.

So what did I experiment on? What sacred rule did I break? POV. Hear those gasps of horror. I wrote Capri's Fate in 2 POVs. Two different POVs.

You're thinking – heroine and hero's POV – so what? No – that would be too easy. I wrote Capri's Fate in first person and third person.

Why? Because I wanted to get inside Capri and Thall's heads and let the reader know who they are and then I wanted to pull back a bit and let the reader enjoy the ride of watching these two struggle to fall in love.

Didn't anybody protest? Yes. My cps pointed it out. My betas. And my editor. But ultimately the story is mine. If this works - yay! If it doesn't - lesson learned.

Sure – I could have written the whole book in one POV – but that's been done – a billion times and I wanted to experiment. 

All of this has led to my new motto - If someone doesn't step out of the box once in a while, it's gonna get really crowded in there.

Excerpt 1 Capri POV – 1st person
"Well, let's try lingerie. I have this gorgeous red bustier, with…" Patsy poked her fingers through the bra part. "With the playfulness of being a peek-a-boo."Something—someone?—nudged my arm. Of its own accord, my hand reached out and my fingers grabbed the bustier out of Patsy's grip. I had always wanted one of these. To me, it symbolized a sexual tigress. A woman who can strut into a room and capture every man's attention. Of course not me. Not in a hundred years."I have this regal blue one." Pasty held it out. "It matches your eyes." I didn't hand the red one back to her. I couldn't. Red's my favorite color.

She shrugged and moved on. I followed clutching the bustier as if I'd just won the Best Actress Oscar.Excerpt 2 – Thall POV – 1st person
A wisp of a breeze tickled my nose with the sweet aroma of gardenia. I'm home. And free of that infernal human body with its itches and swellings. Reaching out with my mind, I searched for Capri. It was late evening where she existed. She’d be asleep. Shifting to her bedroom, I hovered beside her bed, listening to her breathing. It was shallow and slow.Look at her. So stunning. So magnificent. A human woman full of passion and a deep ability to love. I swirled above reveling in the scent of her being and the warmth of her body.Excerpt 3 – The Romance – 3rd person
Capri slipped into the seat and cast her gaze over the numerous dials, switches and display screens. "Oh, wow. Probably should be able to think of something more intelligent but…" She shook her head. "Look at all the electronics.""Flying 101. This is the throttle." He gripped his hand around it. "Think of it as the gas pedal." He placed his hands on the metal object in front of them. "This is the steering wheel of the plane. And see this." He pointed to a small screen in front of him, blue on the top and brown on the bottom. "When it is level like that, life is good."Capri waved her hand at the other devices. "What about all these?""Haven't the foggiest?""Pardon?" She laughed. "You are not instilling confidence in your passenger here.""Well then, my telling you that I only got to chapter two in Flying for Dummies is probably not a good thing?" His eyes twinkled with delight.
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So - confession time - have you ever deliberately broken a rule of writing?

Spotlight - Dakota Rebel and Hello

 
Hello Dakota Rebel
Diane is a professional party planner for a high end fashion magazine. Her life so far has been a series of dating mistakes. Not to mention loneliness.
But when a mysterious stranger begins to call her and convinces her that what her love life needs is a little spark…and some dirty talk, Diane realizes that there really is more to life than just work. And much more to a telephone than just setting appointments.



Excerpt: “Open the box,” Becky said excitedly.
“Here?” I asked, my voice seeping with horror. “What if someone walks by?”
“Grow up. You’re an adult. You can have—”
“A big ol’ box of dildos?” I asked. “Is that what you were thinking? I’m thirty-six and if I want to carry around a box full of sex toys, that’s okay?”
“Well, when you say it like that, it just sounds weird.”
We burst into laughter which echoed throughout the car. This was why Becky was my best friend. She was the only person I could have had such a ridiculous conversation with.
“So who sent it?” Then she hit me on the shoulder. “You did have sex last night. I knew it. I can’t believe you lied to me. Who was it? Was it Riley?”
“Don’t be dense. If I’d had sex with Riley I would have been on the phone with you two seconds later bragging.” I rubbed my shoulder. “And I didn’t lie to you. I didn’t have sex with anyone last night. Not really.”
“Aha,” she yelled. “Wait. What do you mean not really?”
“I’m starving,  where do you want to eat?”
“Let’s go to Scores. It’s loud and no one will be able to overhear you telling me about your night.”
She took the box off my lap so I could drive. I pulled out of the garage and headed for the bar. Scores was a great idea. I needed a drink. Badly.
“Wow, Di. I had no idea you were into this stuff. I can’t believe there is anything about you I didn’t know. I’m kind of hurt.”
“I’m not into this stuff. I have never even seen this kind of crap before.”
“Right,” she said. “But you walked in this morning looking like the cat’s meow and then you get a big box of…it. I want to know what’s going on.”
“And I’ll tell you,.” I pulled into a spot in front of the bar and turned the car off. “But first, I need a big stiff drink.”
“If you want big and stiff check this out.”
I didn’t want to, but I looked at Becky to see that she was holding a huge black vibrator in her hand. She pressed the “on” button and it shook so hard I could see it moving her arm.
“Fuck. Turn it off and tape that box back up right now!”
“I could put this under the baby’s mattress, and I’ll bet he would sleep through the night for a change. It would be like one of those vibrating bouncers I saw at the store last week. Can I have it?”
“No.” I grabbed it out of her hand and shoved it back in the box.
“Greedy bitch,” she said, pretending to sound hurt. “You have a whole box of them.”
“I’m glad you are so amused. Can we go in now?” I opened the door and stepped out, closing the door on any comments she might have added.


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Her friends are made up of the most amazing people on the planet. They not only accept her faults but often encourage them.
She smokes more than she should, drinks less than she’d like to, and is the life of any party that ends by 9 p.m.

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Roxanne Rogerson and Boom! Listen To Your Heart

Where does inspiration for a book come from?I’ve written 15 medieval romances, and that odyssey began because of my interest in genealogy. Every genealogist with roots in England has an impossible dream to trace their family back to the Norman Conquest. It’s impossible, unless you’re descended from royalty or nobility, which I am not. So I made up a hero who played a crucial role in William the Conqueror’s victory at Hastings in 1066. He established a dynasty that I follow through successive generations in my Montbryce Legacy romances, written under the pen name Anna Markland.
However, I began to feel stuck in a medieval rut, and thought I’d try my hand at a contemporary story.  Though I am a Canadian, I spend quite a bit of time in Panama, and I wanted to use that country as a setting. But I live in the gorgeous city of Victoria, British Columbia, so I set part of the action there too.I decided I wanted to make this book more erotic than my historicals, which I categorise as juicy and sensuous rather than erotic, so a different pen name seemed in order. I chose Roxanne Rogerson. Why? Roxanne is reputed to be high on the list of all time sexiest female names, and Rogerson is one of my ancestral names. (Did I mention I’m an amateur genealogist?) 
I’m also an avid reader of romance, and I’m particularly intrigued with stories with a bit of kink in them! I’m not into pain or mutilation or abuse, but Dominant heroes who risk everything to protect their willing Submissives appeal to me. As a boomer myself, I’m interested in a growing phenomenon—the increasing numbers of people in my age bracket who are admitting to erotic cravings and urges they may have suppressed for years. 
This is where the inspiration for my book, Boom! Listen to Your Heart came from. It’s a lighthearted, some might say tongue-in-cheeklook at two people exploring their kinky side and finding love. There’s suspense too: my hero is an ex-cop turned private investigator whose search for a missing woman puts the heroine’s life in danger. Here’s a blurb:A near-fatal heart attack changed Michael Atherton’s life. He learned from it, transforming his lifestyle. Healthier and in great physical shape, Michael tries to come to terms with long-buried cravings and desires unleashed by his near-death experience. His wife does not share his inclination to what she refers to as disgusting erotic shit, and they divorce. Now alone, he explores the emerging Dom side of his personality. But a good Dom needs a Submissive to complete him.Jessie Halliwell’s debut novel, His Willing Slave , catapults her to the New York Times Bestsellers List. Only she knows that her knowledge of the Dom/Sub lifestyle comes entirely from research and avid reading of erotic novels. Recognizing she has suppressed her Submissive cravings through two unsuccessful marriages, she creates an ideal Dom/Sub relationship between the hero and heroine of her blockbuster novel. Will she find her own Perfect Dom?Set in the intimate West Coast city of Victoria and the lush country of Panama, the story takes Michael and Jessie on a roller coaster ride of emotions as Michael’s work as a private investigator unwittingly puts Jessie’s life in jeopardy.If you enjoy contemporary erotic romantic suspense with a touch of humor, you’ll love BOOM!
And an excerpt:Michael had mixed feelings about using a flogger on a woman he’d never met, but Flogging 101 was the next lesson at Scallywags, the fetish club he’d joined in Vancouver.He didn’t like the idea of inflicting pain, especially on a female. It wasn’t in his nature. In his mind, the male of the species should be the protector. That’s why he’d joined the Victoria police force in the first place.Was it the stress of the job, grief over his first wife’s death, an unhealthy diet, or too many beers with the boys that had led to a heart attack shortly before his fiftieth birthday? But he’d heeded the warning of his near death experience, changing his lifestyle radically. Now he was fit and healthy. His cardiologist reckoned he had the heart of a thirty year old.What would doc say if I told him my cock thinks I’m thirty too?Michael had turned to the Internet to explore new urges and desires that had surfaced after his heart attack. His research confirmed what he had secretly suspected for a long time. He craved an erotic relationship with a woman willing to be his slave in bed, a woman who would allow him to dominate her. It made sense that the term for a male with such sexual proclivities—another word he’d learned—was Dominant, often shortened to Dom. But a compulsion to introduce into their love life what Linda, his second wife, referred to as disgusting erotic shit, led to divorce—that and a million other factors.When he’d first Googled fetish clubs in Vancouver and found Scallywags, he’d chuckled, expecting well muscled young men with an evil glint in their eye holding sway over full breasted slave girls. In fact, their home page sported a photograph of broadly grinning older folks, dressed in all kinds of outlandish getups. It reminded him of an old-fashioned snapshot of a company picnic. His first reaction—Holy Cow, they’re older than I am!Second reaction—they all look so fucking happy!He’d chosen a club in Vancouver, far enough from his home town of Victoria that he wasn’t likely to run into any of his neighbors or former colleagues. At the club he wore a mask that covered most of his face, but he could imagine how fast the news would spread in the corridors of Victoria PD if he were recognized.Hey, did you hear? That old geezer Mike, he’s into BDSM. Yeah, no shit. Saw him in a club. Whips and chains and all that.Of course, that would mean the snitch was in the club as well. He’d almost reneged on going to his first meeting, driving back and forth in front of the converted Tudor mansion on a quiet street off Granville before finally plucking up the nerve to park and go inside.Now he felt comfortable with the men and women he’d met there. They weren’t judgmental, nor did any of them come across as evil or even weird. They were ordinary.Frank, the mentor assigned to him, understood his confusion about his fears of exploring his Dominant side, reassuring him no two Doms were exactly the same. “Depends what you want,” Frank explained. “Most Doms want to nurture and protect their women. It’s about sharing power, negotiating, bringing each other pleasure. Some men want their women to be submissive 24/7; others seek only to dominate in sexual matters.”The latter sounded right up Michael’s alley. But first he had to get through the flogging lesson—his first big test.

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Spotlight - Jennifer LaRose and Phantom Mischief

 
Phantom Mischief/ Book #1 in the Emerald Isle Fantasies seriesGenre: Erotic Paranormal Release Date: 06/26/2013 Blurb: Shanna is thrilled when her fiancé sweeps her off to Ireland for a romantic interlude and asks her to marry him at Castle Tullamore. But their sexual adventure quickly turns into a nightmare when he reveals his dark side. With the engagement broken and her fiancé gone, she crumples into the arms of Tullamore’s handsome gardener, Niall. He proves how hot, sensual and mind-blowing sex can be. It’s unsettling, though, how he manages to distance himself after making love. In fact, he downright disappears!
Niall mourns the death of his beloved Abigail until he sees Shanna. He falls in love with the gorgeous American but fears his heart will surely be broken again. They can’t stay together, not in the manner Shanna needs. But when a determined, dark apparition begins stalking her, Niall realizes it may be the key to their destiny. 
Inside scoop: In one red-hot scene, Niall introduces Shanna to the joys of spanking.


Jennifer LaRose resides in Ohio, where she was born and raised. She’s surrounded by loving family and friends whose charm and wit never cease to amaze her. They serve as the backbone, encouragement and inspiration to her writing career. Jennifer works full-time in the healthcare field, plays the non-stop domestic role and writes during every available moment in between. She is multi-published, writes in other genres and loves to receive mail from her readers.  www.jenniferschmidlin.comhttp://www.facebook.com/jennifer.schmidlin www.jennyschmidlin.blogspot.com

Excerpt:
 I’m out of here. Today. Shanna grabbed her purse, threw a lightweight sweater over her shoulders, yanked Derek’s suitcase off the floor then left the room. She’d barely slept a wink all night. And spending the evening crouched in a corner, starving, scared half to death because she didn’t understand what was happening and wrapped in a blanket with her head covered wasn’t her idea of comfort. Sure, she enjoyed every moment of the sexual encounters, but realistically, that type of thing only happened on TV. Why had it happened to her?
     She’d tried calling Adrienne at 2:00 a.m. to talk through the incidents but she couldn’t obtain any reception from inside the room. No cell phone, no ability to connect to the complimentary Wi-Fi, not even the landline worked, which had kicked the idea of room service to the curb. Talk about feeling entrapped and stranded.
     When younger, she and Adrienne believed their house was haunted. Well, it was haunted. Shanna saw a ghost of an old woman to prove it. She’d even taken her claim to a psychic who said Shanna had the talent to communicate with spirits. Why in the world would she want to do that?      A talent? Really? It sounded more like an affliction.
     Every noise she and Adrienne heard in the closets and every footstep thumping along the hardwood floor between their rooms, they’d attested to the predictable ghost. They’d even gone as far as setting tape recorders in their bedrooms to capture voices. They’d never caught any but the thrill was in trying. Then one morning before Shanna crawled out of bed to dress for school, the edge of her blanket lifted and a gnarled hand, like a demon claw, shot beneath the covers and grabbed her thigh. Terrified, she ran from the room screaming. Even though she’d showed her mom the scratches left on her leg, Mom tried convincing Shanna she’d done it to herself. That was the last time she’d mentioned ghosts and demons to her mother and she never again set a tape recorder inside her room.
     Grandma, on the other hand, believed Shanna’s episode. Shortly after, she’d presented Shanna with the bracelet. Grandma said it would keep her safe because it’d been blessed with the greatest strengths of each zodiac sign. Although Shanna didn’t believe metal trinkets could play such an important role in her life because she felt no different whether it was on or off her wrist, she found comfort in Grandma’s gesture.
     What would Adrienne say now if Shanna explained last night’s encounter with the supernatural? If Shanna had any self-respect left by the time she fled this place, she wouldn’t even mention it.      She slid her sunglasses from the top of her head to her nose to conceal the dark circles under her bloodshot eyeballs. Ugh. As if those weren’t bad enough, her entire genital area was swollen and tender.
     Swearing on her life, she’d had sex with a huge cock. No, she hadn’t seen it, but she didn’t have to. She knew how a sound screwing felt. And just because she couldn’t see it didn’t mean it hadn’t happened. The fact was, she’d been wide awake. It wasn’t a dream or delirium from lack of nutrition. Nor had she fist-fucked herself. Seriously. To even suggest she’d do something so atrocious. And she knew she’d also been fucked on the bed moments prior to that incident. And she’d tried convincing herself she’d had a wet dream?