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December 17, 2014
Read an extended excerpt from Tara Quan’s FIREWORKS AT MIDNIGHT @LaylaTarar #1NS #NewAdult
I’m becoming quite the frequent visitor here at Jessica’s starry pied-à-terre. Those who’ve been enticed by my two previous excerpts might already know Dulcina “Sweets” Gato, the smartass heroine who stars in my latest paranormal romantic comedy, Fireworks at Midnight. As the title implies, this witchy 1Night Stand is set on New Year’s Eve, and yes, I’m now officially out of holidays (aka book releases) for this year.
As is the case with many new adults, Sweets is a struggling college graduate who is just coming to terms with the thrills and perils of newfound independence. Add a pinch of magic, supernatural mayhem, and Madame Eve’s renowned matchmaking service, and we’ve got the beginnings of a stormy love story. Here’s a sexy sneak peek…
FIREWORKS AT MIDNIGHT
A Witch’s Night Out, 3
by Tara Quan
Recent college graduate and part-time cat familiar Dulcina “Sweets” Gato is having the worst New Year’s Eve in living memory. End of year expenses trigger serious cash flow problems, and her microwave just went up in smoke. To make matters worse, her best friend’s overprotective big brother is back in town, and his return threatens to put a huge crimper on her nocturnal activities. The only thing she can look forward to is Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service. After all, she’s sick and tired of being a 21-year-old virgin.
Enforcement Agent Mikal Knight is a warlock on a mission. Having finally scored a transfer to Washington, D.C., he’s now at liberty to pursue the object of his desires—his baby sister’s best friend. But first, he has a vigilante to track down and a mysterious matchmaking service to investigate. Sent on an undercover operation, he resigns himself to a pointless 1-Night Stand on New Year’s Eve. As luck would have it, his mystery date’s identity might let him kill several birds with one stone.
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural
Sweets shook her head as she waited inside Mikal’s Chevy Tahoe. The guy couldn’t be more obvious about working for Enforcement. She didn’t know why Council folk loved these clunky SUVs. It might be reliable and useful on an IKEA trip, but a car should say something about its owner. Given, the man who’d driven her to Starbucks could be counted on for unfailing support and would come in handy if she ever got around to buying furniture, but he was by no means generic. He deserved to drive something memorable—something unique—and not a soulless means of getting from point A to point B.
If she ever scraped together enough cash to buy a car, it’d be a Beetle or a Mini Cooper, and she’d never pair black-leather seats with the same color exterior. Being stuck in this monochromatic pristine box threatened to give her hives.
When had he become the epitome of boring? She missed the boy who’d annoyed all their neighbors with his motorcycle, the guy who got her and Shelley their first fake IDs. Ever since he’d morphed into a responsible peon, had a security clearance, and drew a steady paycheck, his mere existence turned her into an unsuccessful loser by comparison.
Playing with the seatbelt’s metal clasp, she looked up through the sunroof. Light glinted into her eyes, and, in a hazy precognitive rush, the glass was gone.
The sky shifted from bright blue to an ebony expanse dotted with white twinkling stars. The car’s confines should have been cold, but a warm circling breeze licked her skin. She sat on the same seat, facing the opposite direction. Bare shoulders occupied her vision; strong hard legs rippled under her ass. Cinnamon, mint, and sweat filled her lungs, all laced with an undertone of pine. She kissed a beard-covered jaw, trailed her lips down a corded neck, and explored a muscled chest the color of chocolate.
Calloused palms slid up her back. Strong sure fingers unhooked her bra and smoothed the straps off her shoulders. Coarse facial hair rasped over her nipple before a hot, wet mouth closed over it and sucked. Her shoulder blades hit the dashboard. His swirling tongue feasted on her breast. His hand shoved her legs apart. He circled her clit with his thumb, pulsing over it until her head rolled back.
She spotted fireworks through the glass, flashes of red, white, and blue reflecting off rippling water. Her own voice echoed in her ears—pleas she’d never dreamed of voicing.
Two thick fingers filled her, spreading as she spasmed. A scream ripped from her throat. “Mi—”
The door opened with the quiet click characteristic of new cars, shattering her erotic daydream. Her breaths shallow and her panties damp, she dug her nails into the leather beneath her hands. The back of her head met the seat. She’d never experienced a vision that vivid—one lush with scent, sight, touch, and sound.
With a frowning glance, the vehicle’s owner slid inside and handed her a cardboard cup. “This should get you in a better mood.”
Wiping sweat off her forehead despite the nippy air, she accepted the huge container. Nothing would come of the premonition—as nothing had come of all the ones that came before. She’d broken her rule and allowed them to be alone in an enclosed space. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again any time soon.
Taking a calming breath, she focused on sounding as normal as possible. “How’s this a regular coffee?”
“I got you what you always get in winter—a venti pumpkin-spice latte.” He sealed them in and started the engine. With the turn of a knob, heated air hit the tree-shaped freshener. Its scent mingled with his spicy aftershave. After that vision, she almost moaned at the imagery the smell invoked. She’d been sexually frustrated to begin with, and having him so close propelled her libido into overdrive.
Fanning her burning face, she grumbled, “It’s not what I asked for.”
“Don’t be such a cheapskate. I told you, it’s my treat.” He settled against the backrest, his head angled in her direction. Sipping his drink, he released a long breath, the corners of his lips lifting to form an expression of pure bliss.
Her nipples tightened into sharp peaks, and she doubted the cold had caused it. “Thanks, but—”
“My sister’s brainwashed you, hasn’t she? How about you buy me a triple-shot espresso in a few weeks?”
She tried to wrangle her thoughts back into some semblance of coherence. “Nice try. You’ll be back in New York in a day or two.” If not, she’d self-admit into an insane asylum.
“Sure about that?” He looked too smug for comfort.
An unprecedented flood of excitement and elation threw her off balance. What the hell? She should be scared shitless, not so happy she almost jumped out of her seat at the thought of him quitting. “Enforcement doesn’t operate in the District—not in the open, anyway.”
“Things change.”
Pure unadulterated fear eliminated any lingering embers of desire. “Since when?”
His brows drew together. “Since a fire mage short-circuited a hotel elevator and ice sculptures of Godzilla made headlines. Why are you freaking out?”
She had two reasons but chose to voice the less-important one. “Why do you think? If they find out—”
“There’s no they. It’s just me.” He tapped her cup’s plastic cover. “Drink this before it gets cold.”
Her brain ceasing to function at optimum levels, she savored the bittersweet drink of the gods. She needed an exit plan, pronto. None came to mind. “So, you’ll cover for me?”
He shook his head. “Nope. You’ll register. You’re not a scared fourteen-year-old anymore. You want to be an adult? Instead of insisting I can’t pay for your coffee, own up to what you are.”
Beads of cold sweat chilled her forehead. “They’ll take me away—lock me up in some white building—”
“Not on my watch. I’ve worked for them long enough to know they won’t force you into anything you don’t want. You’ll have to get tested at the Institute, they’ll ask me to keep an eye on you, but they’re not monsters, they’re—”
“Old-school, black-caped, cauldron-stirring, out-of-touch-with-reality warlocks and witches who still believe in blood pentagrams and animal sacrifice.”
Her hand shook hard enough she had to lower the coffee to her lap. He raised his gaze to the clear tempered-glass roof. “Where do you witches get these conspiracy theories? Do I look like I own a cauldron?”
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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com
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December 16, 2014
Some secrets are best locked away in the past… UNTOUCHED by Lauren Hawkeye #giveaway
UNTOUCHEDby Lauren Hawkeye
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Lauren Hawkeye serves up a captivating story of loss, self-discovery, and deep-seated desire.
Some secrets are best left locked away in the past….
Alexa Kendrick has no recollection of the car accident that left her scarred and sent her life careening wildly off course. When the half-sister she thought she’d never meet shows up at her door with an invitation to a new life, Alexa finds herself in Florence, Arizona, a town notorious for being populated with more prison inmates than actual citizens…a town that has done its best to hide its own dark secret.
After Ellie is called out of town, she leaves her sister with the keys to her flower shop and Alexa finds herself swapping lives with her sibling: running Ellie’s business, living in the house left to them both by their absentee father…and forging a smoldering relationship with sexy-as-sin penitentiary officer, Nate Fury—a man with his own demons.
But arranging flowers by day and tangling with the only man who has ever seen her real self by night isn’t enough to silence the mysterious panic that fuels Alexa’s dark dreams. When Nate brings home a book written by an inmate, one describing an unspeakable crime, the shackles binding Alexa’s own lost memories begin to shatter. And as the devastating truth comes to light, she realizes that Nate holds the key to unlocking her past, as well as her heart.
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Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!
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December 15, 2014
Woo-hoo! BENEATH THE STARRY SKY is THREE! Read an extended excerpt #1NS #eroticromance
Hello my dear readers,
Today, my second story and first contemporary romance is three years published. BENEATH THE STARRY SKY is a 1Night Stand story, and tells the tale of Tamara, who you meet in Celestial Seduction, and her date with Josh. So, here’s a bit about the story followed by an extended excerpt. Enjoy!
Beneath the Starry Sky
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Left at the altar with bald patches on her head and her self-confidence stripped away, Tamara Johnson must pick up the pieces of her life and face her Alopecia Areata, the autoimmune disease causing her hair to fall out. She is convinced no man will date a bald woman and arranges a one-night stand through Madame Evangeline’s popular service, 1Night Stand. With her new wig held firmly in place, Tamara arrives at the Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas for a night of passion and pleasure. Anything more than one night would mean exposing her bald head, and she will never do that to any man again.
Running into the Castillo Hotel, away from the paparazzi constantly at his heels, Josh Summers wants to spend his next few days locked away from the flashing lights and screaming fans. When he finds an incredibly sexy woman lying on his hotel room bed in nothing but lingerie, he thinks management has made a mistake. Leaving her behind, he heads for the lobby to get the situation rectified. But an unexpected text from Madame Evangeline sends him back to his room. Though unsure whether the woman on the bed is really his perfect match or just another fan believing him to be like his character on television, he knows he must find out, even if it means he must risk telling her his own secrets. If Tamara can handle his imperfections, she just might be his ideal woman.
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Chapter One
Tamara Johnson raced past the pretty, Latina concierge of the Castillo Hotel to the bathroom. The wig maker had assured her the suction wig would not come off in the wind and water, but she needed to check for herself. Driving with the window down hadn’t been the brightest thing to do.
She brushed her hair back in place and found the wig had lived up to the claims. Well worth the price. Hopefully she could say the same thing tomorrow morning regarding the date she’d driven to the hotel for.
She hadn’t planned to begin dating again, but her friend, Leah, managed to twist her arm. They’d met at a bakery the last time she’d come down to Vegas for work. “You’re too fun to stay inside all the time,” she had said. “Who cares if you don’t have any hair? When you find the right guy it won’t matter.”
But it had mattered to her fiancé, Chad. Make that her ex-fiancé. He’d left her, claiming he couldn’t marry a bald woman. His rejection had affected her so deeply that after steroid injections and several topical treatments proved unsuccessful, she’d looked to alternative medicine and paid a fortune for a radical new natural cream to treat her alopecia. That treatment turned her two small bald patches into a completely bald head.
With one last look at her wig, she took a deep breath and left the bathroom.
The concierge stood right outside the door, smirking, her eyebrows raised as if amused by her predicament. “Excuse me….”
If Leah hadn’t taken Tamara to the hotel to meet her husband, Jackson, owner of the Castillo hotel chain—whom Leah had met during her own 1Night Stand—she wouldn’t have even known where the restroom was. “I know I should have checked in first. I’m sorry. But I assure you I am a guest here.”
“Yes, I was asked to personally escort you up to your guest room.” The words rolled off her tongue in a lovely Spanish accent. “You’re Miss Johnson, I presume?”
“You mean I don’t need to check in?” How did this woman know who she was? She looked around for any sign of Leah, but she and Jackson had left the day before to look at a property in Ottawa, her hometown, for a new Castillo resort.
“That is correct, Miss Johnson. May I take your bag?”
So I don’t back out.
She handed the overstuffed shoulder bag to the woman and followed her to the elevator. The silence chewed at her gut as they rode to the ninth floor. She had to say something before she lost the contents of her stomach. “My name is Tamara.”
“Victoria.” The woman reached out and shook her hand.
“So, how long have you worked here?”
Victoria’s posture relaxed and she smiled. “Two years now.”
“I’m sure you’ve seen a lot.” She could only imagine the strange people who would come through the doors of any Vegas hotel. She’d seen a few on the city streets who’d made her look twice.
“Yes, I have.” Victoria laughed. “It makes the job interesting.”
Arriving at her room, Tamara took her bag back and tipped the woman well. “Thank you and have a good night.”
“And you as well, Miss Johnson.”
Entering the large suite, she searched for any sign of her date. Madame Evangeline hadn’t given her any details, only that she would meet him at the hotel. Her stomach had been twisted in knots all day thinking of the possibilities. She found no one else in the room, but a welcome card sat on the king-size bed beside a box of chocolates.
Dear Tamara,
Your date for the evening will arrive soon. Please make yourself comfortable while
you wait. A word of advice; don’t be afraid to show him the real you.
Enjoy your evening,
Madame Evangeline
She threw the note back on the bed. The real me? She didn’t even know who that was
anymore.
Didn’t matter. The date would only last one night. Sure, Leah had found Jackson, but Tamara hadn’t come on the date looking for love. She only wanted a night of passion, a night to prove she could date again, even hidden under her wig. Love meant taking the wig off and she would never expose her bald head to a man again. If that meant a life of one-night stands, so be it.
She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out the red lace teddy she’d bought the day before. If there’s one way to get a man to fuck me, it’s with sexy lingerie.
After changing into the form-fitting outfit, she waited on the bed, trying to figure out the sexiest pose to be in when her date arrived. What says ‘take me now?’
Josh Summers rushed through the doors of the Castillo Hotel. He’d come to Vegas to
finally escape the big city and bright lights, at least the one where crazed fans and
paparazzi followed him everywhere. Unfortunately they followed him to Vegas. Thankfully, Castillo hotels and resorts had a reputation for keeping out those he constantly tried to avoid. But it also meant he had to miss the meteor shower that night. The stars of Hollywood could never compare to the celestial wonders in the sky. It had taken him years to notice there was more to life than bright lights, dollar signs, and hot women. He’d had plenty of them all, until his accident. That moment and the following months had opened his eyes to the reality of the world he’d been living in. Friends were only friends as long as he kept making money. And the women he’d trusted after the event that left him scarred had only wanted him until they saw his now imperfect body up close. Many in a similar position would have turned to drugs, but he’d escaped to the outdoors, finding peace and acceptance in the solitude. Sure, he’d kept the accident a secret from the tabloids, consenting to an out of court settlement and paying a ludicrous price for hair transplant surgery, but refusing to take his shirt off reduced the number of acting contracts he was offered. And with his current contract now expired, he’d failed to sign a new one.
His fans though, did not know about the accident that left his body damaged. He’d let them keep their fantasies instead of being featured in their nightmares. Yet, on days like this one, when he’d been sideswiped by flashing cameras in between leaving his car with the valet and stepping into the hotel, he considered showing them the monster he’d
become. No, as long as he stayed inside, he would be safe for the next ten days while
contractors finished the renovations to his new home and Kevin Keinelburt decided whether he wanted to invest in his new production company. The business proposition would take him out of the spotlight to behind-the-scenes. And out of the tabloids. He checked in then grabbed a protein bar from his bag to eat while riding in the elevator.
He wanted to relax. Even though the network hadn’t renewed his contract and ended his television series after two seasons, he still had months of promo after the last episode aired. They had to thank the fans. Unfortunately for the entire cast, some people didn’t know the difference between being a fan and a stalker. But Josh noticed it the most. His stalkers, claiming to be fans, attempted to rip off chunks of his clothing and chipped paint off of his car. Paparazzi weren’t afraid to get in his car.
Ten days locked in a hotel will be the best holiday ever. I won’t have to keep myself covered. I’m free to walk around naked if I want.
He set his bag down to slide the key card in the lock. Pushing the door open, he entered his room. Ready to crash on the bed, he tossed his keys, phone and wallet on the counter in the kitchenette then he slipped off his shoes and socks.
He reached for the light switch on the bedroom wall and heard the bed shift. Fuck! Who was in his room?
Light flooded the room and he jumped back, seeing a woman on his bed. A very sexy, scantily-clad woman lying across the sheets in a provocative position. But that woman wasn’t supposed to be in his room.
Maybe the attendant at the front desk had incorrectly programmed his key card. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to walk in on you. There must have been some mistake.”
Thinking she was a stalker would only ruin his stay at the hotel.
“Um, aren’t you…?”
“Josh Summers? Yes, sorry, I’ll go back down and get this figured out.”
When she sat up, her smile dropped in disappointment. “Who? No, I thought you were my date.”
He backed out of the room. “I’m sorry, but I’m not him. He sure is one lucky guy though. Have a good evening.”
Rounding up all of his belongings, he couldn’t get out of the suite fast enough. Sure, the woman was gorgeous with her long, honey-colored hair, perfectly-rounded curves, kissable red-painted lips…. But she looked like every other girl he’d previously dated, with her flawless hair and makeup—high-maintenance. And sure to make a quick exit at the sight of his back.
His new spur of the moment nature didn’t mesh well with those women who spent hours in front of the mirror to go for a walk. Someone would get lucky tonight, but not him. He wanted to be alone.
Walking toward the elevator, his cell phone chimed with a text message.
Good evening, Joshua. I trust you’ve made it to the Castillo without losing a limb?
Only one person called him Joshua, and it wasn’t his mother. But the phone number attached to the text did not belong to his older brother either. Madame Evangeline. Yet another unwelcome surprise.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Why, we have unfinished business.
I thought you had a no refund policy. The money he’d spent for Madame Evangeline’s 1Night Stand dating service had gone to waste. If only he’d known his brother was gay before he contacted her.
Yes, if only you’d known your brother was already engaged to Kyle before you set him up?
How did you…?
Another message came in before he’d hit send. The policy remains, but that does not mean the payment cannot be transferred to someone else.
No, no, no!
Your brother contacted me the other day. He seemed concerned about you.
He slammed his fist against the wall before sending a message back. What are you telling me?
The beautiful woman in your suite is waiting to spend the evening in your company.
He groaned, fighting the urge to throw his phone on the ground and stomp on it. Yes, he’d tried to set his brother up on a date, but he would never consider that kind of service for himself. And this was supposed to be his time to himself. Alone. No, I never applied to your dating service. I’m not even looking for a relationship right now.
If only you believed your own words. She is exactly what you are looking for.
Most of the women he encountered, including the mob outside, believed they were exactly what he was looking for because they’d followed the tabloids from his early career or read his profile on the Searching For Earth fan site. But that profile matched his character, not him anymore. If the woman in his room had been on SFE, his character would definitely spend the night with her. But he needed a different type of woman.
I believe your brother knows you better than those fan sites. Come now. It’s only one night.
How did she get into his head? I know how you work. You don’t set just anyone up. That’s why I chose you to set up Trevor.
Then you know I didn’t take the task of finding your date lightly. Now, are you up for an evening of fun, or shall I inform the lovely woman you’re not interested?
If only he was more like his character, like his former self. I’ll return to my room, but I think you’ve made a mistake.
I never make mistakes. Have a wonderful evening.
Wait, what’s her name? But his text went unanswered.
Trevor was going to pay the next time he saw him.
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December 14, 2014
Is the tattooed bodyguard her Prince Charming? #SEDUCINGTHEPRINCESS by @DianeAlberts
SEDUCING THE PRINCESS
by Diane Alberts
A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint.
He’ll give her exactly what she needs…
Protecting a princess is not what former marine Gordon Waybrook signed up for when he joined the Shillings Agency. But instead of the spoiled, regal little creature he expects, Isabelle VanGuard is a fiery, sexy-as hell woman who’s been denied what she needs for too long. And he’s just the man to break through her frozen public facade and give it to her.
When she’s with Gordon, all Isabelle can think about is pleasure. Their blistering chemistry is immediate and intense, but volatile. In fact, the only thing they agree on is that their one night together is just that—one night. Even after it becomes more. But tempers and temptation can’t disguise reality. Isabelle is a princess, and a hot, hard, and tattooed bodyguard isn’t the Prince Charming her country expects…even if he’s exactly what she needs.
He tightened his grip on her shoulder. “You might own a fucking country, but tonight…I own you. Understood, Princess?”
She gasped, her stomach tightening at his naughty words. She’d never, ever been spoken to like that. Never talked dirty. It was a heady rush that she was doing it now. Here. With him. “I understand.”
He lowered his face to hers, their lips a scant inch apart.
“Are you sure you want this? I’m only going to ask you this one time. You’re a grown ass woman, so I won’t ask you if you’ve changed your mind every other step we take toward that bed.”
“I want this.” She reached out and curled her hands around his nape, her fingers brushing the soft curl that rested just below his ear. “I want you.”
“Then you’re mine,” he said. “You have been since you sat next to me in that coffee shop.”
She nodded frantically, needing him to get on with it. To claim her. “Yes. I’m yours.”
He growled and closed the distance between them, his lips crashing to hers. The second they touched, she knew that this would be unlike any experience she’d ever had. Gordon was undeniably sexy, and she was attracted to him more so than she’d ever been attracted to another man before, but that wasn’t what would make this so different.
It was him, and the way he made her feel. Every single caress, every soft move he made, sent a surge of lust crashing through her veins. He said he’d own her tonight, and he was right. He totally did.
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Diane has always been a dreamer with a vivid imagination, but it wasn’t until 2011 that she put her pen where her brain was, and became a published author. Since receiving her first contract offer, she has yet to stop writing. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, and a cat. Her goal is to write so many fantastic stories that even a non-romance reader will know her name.
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December 13, 2014
Tessla attempts to escape the Underworld in @HoustonHavens’s EXPOSED ECSTASY #PNR
Exposed Ecstasy
Psychic Menage #3
by Houston Havens
Series Genre: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM/MFM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Mystery.
Themes with a light touch: Voyeurism, Spanking, BDSM, Anal, Psychic, Fae
Release Date: Dec 15, 2014
Published with: Syn Publishing
Heat level: Romantrix #4
Words can never express the emotions needed to be heard by the heart.
Daughter of the Dirt Dweller’s ruler; Tessla Reto attempts to escape the Underworld after the mysterious disappearance of her best friend. She knows her untimely death is also near if her father, Landen Reto discovers her part in forming the rebels to fight against him. The two men sent to help her get away are killed and she’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?
Faerydae returns to Earth in search of an inner peace his soul can’t find after the death of his friend Chandra Lamar. Instead, he finds himself in an unplanned rescue of a woman that stirs everything he’s fought a lifetime to deny. Can Faerydae stay focused on his goal to expose his past and true Fae bloodline, or will destiny play her hand?
Shomar’s uncomplicated world is tossed asunder when his best friend, Faerydae, shows up with a stray puppy and a woman who steals the heart of his soul the moment he looks at her. Only to discover Faerydae and the woman claim they can’t stand each other, yet his intuition tells him otherwise. Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will Faerydae always have her heart?
Will Tessla find her freedom? Will Faerydae keep his, or will Shomar succeed in his plan to expose them to their hidden ecstasy?
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Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.
Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.
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December 12, 2014
A SEXY morning wake up for the alien in HEY, SANTA #MySexySaturday #eroticromance
Hi peeps! It’s the 72nd week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
Today’s theme is…
A Sexy Morning
Here’s seven from HEY, SANTA, an erotic sci-fi holiday romance.
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Set-up: Claire now knows that Andy is an alien. After they spend the night together, she wakes up Christmas Eve morning in his arms…
Alien. Christmas Eve and she lay in bed with a guy from another planet, cuddled up against his warm green body. When Claire first noticed his green tinge, she never expected extraterrestrial ancestry to be the reason. But the tan color on Andy’s face and arms had washed away; the green hadn’t.
Filled with the buzz and comfort of being in his arms, she snuggled closer. One night she didn’t have to spend alone. Others might have run away with the knowledge she had, but she never wanted to leave his side. If he had plans to hurt her, he’d have done so by then.
Shifting onto her back, she grasped the firm cock that rested between the cheeks of her ass. Andy moaned, but his eyes remained closed, mouth gaping open.
She giggled. Just like any other male on Earth. I wonder if he tastes the same.
Anxious to find out, she slid under the covers. Licking the tip like a frozen treat, she tasted the same briny flavor of any other guy she’d been with in the past. She took his whole cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the base. He woke up and groaned, fisting a clump of her hair.
“This is a far better way to wake up than by a damn alarm clock.”
With a grin, she kept pace with his gentle thrusts.
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December 11, 2014
He wants her heart & her soul ~ WICKED by Jennifer L. Armentrout #NewAdult @InkSlingerPR
WICKED
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans.
Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart.
Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants… she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her.
But as Ivy grows closer to Ren, she realizes she’s not the only one carrying secrets that could shatter the frail bond between them. There’s something he’s not telling her, and one thing is for certain. She’s no longer sure what is more dangerous to her—the ancient beings threatening to take over the town or the man demanding to lay claim to her heart and her soul.
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All the words in the world vanished the moment I got an eyeful of Ren.
Holy hotness with an extra side of sexy, when Ren cleaned up, he took his handsomeness into a totally different stratosphere.
The waves and curls of his hair were currently tamed, styled back from his face, showing off the angle of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips. He was wearing a white dress shirt that showed off the hard lines of his broad shoulders and flashed a glimpse of tawny skin at his neck. I noticed then, somehow never really seeing it before, a leather cord hanging from his neck and disappearing under his shirt. I was sure that was what carried the clover, but as my gaze traveled over him, I quickly forgot about it. The edges of the tattoo poked out of the collar of his shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, exposing powerful forearms. The dark trousers completed the outfit. It was effortless class.
When I dragged my gaze back to his, I realized I hadn’t been the only one doing the scrutinizing. He was staring at me in his intense, consuming way, and I stepped back from the door, suddenly feeling very . . . vulnerable. As if I was exposed in front of him.
Heat crept into my cheeks as I plastered my arms to my sides. “Sorry I . . . took so long. I was . . .” I trailed off as he continued to stare at me. “What?”
Ren stepped into the house, catching the door and closing it behind him. His presence filled the living room, and I could barely drag in enough air. “This is wrong,” he said, voice thick.
Surprised by the statement, I glanced down at myself. I knew I looked like a silly girl playing dress up. “It’s the only dress I could wear,” I said, feeling the weight of embarrassment settling on my shoulders.
He gave a little shake of his head as his bright green eyes met mine. “Oh, sweetness, you did wrong in all the right ways.”
I wasn’t following.
“How in the world am I going to pay attention when you look like that?” he chided softly, and my eyes widened. He moved forward, so close that I had to tip my chin up to meet his stare. He reached out, fingering the loose sleeve of my dress. “You are utterly distracting.”
“I am?”
A half smile appeared as his fingers skipped off the material and traced the line of my shoulder, sending a tight shiver down my spine. Then his finger wrapped around a curl, the back of his hand brushing the swell of my breast. He tugged it straight like he’d done before. “You are absolutely beautiful, Ivy.”
#1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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The “Bad Girl” returns home in D.L. Jackson’s BLACK HILLS DESPERADO @Dlaree69 #BlackHillsWolves
Black Hills Desperado
by D.L. Jackson
She’s a bad girlfriend.
Nothing Xio Davis does is right. When she abandons her pack, riding out of town on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle, she finds she’s bitten off more than she can chew. First, it’s small-time crimes, then bank robbery. As Xio sinks into the criminal underworld, the FBI catches up with her. Now, she’s got one way out: snitch.
When Xio turns state’s evidence against a Mexican drug lord, Agent Marcus Cazador steps up to take her home, giving up his career, his place in the El Paso pack, and all he knows to protect her.
Xio claims she’s not the same wolf who left ten years before, but can she convince Marcus she’s changed her wicked ways? Or will the Black Hills be the end of the road on her long journey to redemption?
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December 7, 2014
Pre-Holiday Fun ~ Sales, Shopping Sprees, #Recipes & #Giveaways!
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Word Search Tour December 1-12, 2014
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A great deal on this holiday alien romance!
Guest Posts this week…
December 8 – Visit the Decadent Publishing blog and find out what Christmas on the Farm is like in my New Adult Contemporary Romance, ACCIDENTAL ROMANCE.
December 9 – Visit the Beyond Fairytales blog to learn some fun facts about the characters in THE STAR PRINCESS.
December 10 – Visit Romance Cooks to get my recipe for TORTIÈRE, a French-Canadian meat pie that I have been enjoying on Christmas Eve since I was a child.
December 6, 2014
Read an Extended Excerpt from ALIEN LOVER #BookBirthday #eroticromance #scifiromance
I’m excited to say that today is the 2 year book birthday for Alien Lover, a very erotic alien romance. Check out an extended excerpt from the story below…
Blurb:
Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?
Bright red lights exploded through the sky like a fourth of July fireworks display. But there were no oohs and ahhs from the crowd, only choked gasps while Molly and the rest of the fleet stared up in horror at the disintegrating spacecraft, her fiancé inside. A scream boiled inside until it burst from her lungs, blocking out all other sound.
Diego’s jet had crashed to the ground in a fiery ball and the chip implanted in his neck, reading his vital signs had flat-lined, but no traces of the chip or his body had been found. Nothing. And without that closure, she refused to admit he was dead.
One year ago, she’d left her role as earth liaison for the Space Service behind and set out to find him, to bring him back home. She’d abandoned family, missed holidays and birthdays, because she had to find Diego. She wouldn’t go on without knowing the truth. With each passing day, despair ate away at her hope. How was she supposed to live without the man who’d stolen her heart and taken her to new heights every time they’d made love?
Slumping into her chair, she set her hands on the console, a cold sweat washing over her, and input a course for Earth. Her supplies had run low, and if one more piece of space junk hit her ship before she had a chance to repair it, the hull would breach. She’d be sucked out into space and die within minutes. A tear trickled down her face. Maybe that would be less painful than moving on.
No! She’d never taken the easy way out, her year of searching proof of that. She would go home and accept the inevitable; Diego had died. She would never find someone like him. No one would replace him in her heart or her bed.
She reviewed the coordinates she’d programmed. All set.With a heavy heart, she reached over to hit engage.
“Incoming message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away, starboard.”
She brushed her hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.
Shit! I just want to go home. During her search, the crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg of her journey.
“Play.” She decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on. She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.
“Prepare to be boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not Moloxian. Who the hell was he?
She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.
With a huge outline, the male boarding her ship would only bring her trouble. If his strength matched his size, she had one option: to kill him. She took in his bare, broad chest, sculpted abs, and muscled arms. His tanned skin shone with brilliance, as if the sun rested behind him. She gazed up at his dark hair and warm brown eyes. He studied her with an intense stare while his soft lips curved into a smile.
She gasped. “Diego?”
His smile widened. “I’ve been searching for you.”
While she wanted to run to him, to jump into his arms, her body rebelled. She couldn’t move. Her legs rubber-like, she collapsed to the floor.
Diego rushed to her side, yanking her up against him. “It’s okay, mi amor. I’ve got you.”
Tears flowed down her cheeks. After all this time, she’d found the man meant for her. Just when I was about to give up.
He kissed her forehead. “Don’t cry. I’m right here. I won’t leave you.”
She glanced up at him. “You’re not….” A sob escaped. “Dead?”
He chuckled and stroked the side of her face. “I assure you, I’m very much alive.”
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