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April 2, 2013
Check out the trailer for Alien Adoration, plus more chances to WIN!
Good day! I hope you’re all doing well.
Yesterday, the awesome JoAnne Kenrick added the finishing touches to the trailer for my upcoming release, Alien Adoration. So, here it is. Let me know what you think.
And the book tour continues for Accidental Romance…
Today’s stops are at From the Bootheel Cotton Patch and Page Flipperz.
Don’t forget that every tour post you leave a comment on is an entry toward a $10 Amazon.com gift certificate. No purchase necessary. Just leave a comment with your email address, so that I can contact you if you win. Odds of winning are dependent upon how many people leave comments during the tour. Good luck!
And yesterday’s stop was at A Passion for Romance if you missed it.
PLUS, I’m giving away a $25 All Romance gift certificate as part of the NOR Spring Fling Scavenger Hunt.
April 1, 2013
NOR Scavenger Hunt and Blog Tour begin today! Plenty of chances to WIN!
Happy 1st of April! Today is the first day of two promotions I am involved in, where you can WIN many fantastic prizes. No jokes here.
Find great authors and books in the Night Owl Reviews Spring Fling Scavenger Hunt! Read book blurbs and get entered to win awesome prize baskets!
I’m giving away a $25 All Romance gift certificate.
Find details, contest rules, and the entry form here.
Today is also the first day of the Accidental Romance book tour. At the end of the tour, I’ll be giving away a $10 Amazon.com gift certificate to one randomly chosen commenter during the tour.
Stop by A Passion for Romance to read an interview with the heroine of Accidental Romance. And be sure to leave a comment for your first chance to WIN!
Here is the schedule for the Accidental Romance tour:
1 – Guest Blog @ Krista Ames*
2 – Spotlight @ From the Bootheel Cotton Patch*
2 – Spotlight @ The Page Flipperz*
3 – Guest Blog @ Bonnie Bliss*
4 – Interview & Spotlight @ Melissa Kendall*
4 – Spotlight @ My Erotic Notions*
5 – Spotlight @ Books-n-Kisses*
8 – Guest Blog @ Tara Chevrestt*
8 – Spotlight @ New Age Mama*
9 – Spotlight & Review @ Audacious Reader*
9 – Guest Blog & Review @ Erzabets Enchantments*
10 – Interview @ Laurie’s Non-Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews *
11 – Interview @ TBR the Blog*
*I will be giving away a $10 Amazon.com e-gift certificate to one commenter at the end of this tour. No purchase necessary. Just leave a comment on any post during the tour, with your email address so that I can contact you if you win. Odds of winning are dependent upon how many people leave comments during the tour. Good luck!
March 30, 2013
Back List Blast – Satin Sheets in Space – #eroticromance #scifi #menage
Hello! Welcome to the last Back List Blast post of March. Today I want to tell you about my fifth release, Satin Sheets in Space. This story is a sci-fi erotic romance menage, which released from Decadent Publishing as part of their 1Night Stand line on May 29, 2012.
I wrote this story for many reasons. Satin Sheets in Space is my first menage, and gives a peek into the lives of Tamara and Josh from Beneath the Starry Sky, after their date. But the heroine in this story is somewhat based on my daughter. She towers over most men and has a hard time finding dates. My daughter is not dating yet, but I imagine she will have some difficulties like Danyka.
Here’s an excerpt:
Personal assistant to Josh Summers, film producer, she’d intended to enjoy her two weeks off—while he traveled across Europe on his honeymoon—and her sizable bonus. She’d picked up the envelope that had held the extra cash and three tickets to the Kartha Studio’s charity ball and pulled out a note.
Danyka,
Take two friends and have fun! Connie from Connie’s Couture, will take care of all of your gowns, and a limo will provide transportation there and home (if you need it then). Enjoy yourself while I’m gone, because we’ll be working crazy hours when Tamara and I get back.
Thanks for your dedication these last two years!
Josh
She’d fist-pumped the air before spinning in circles around her apartment when she’d read it. The ball would be A-list celebrities and industry giants from wall-to-wall. She’d phoned her friends, Ellie and Vanessa, right away, barely able to contain her excitement. But when they’d visited Connie’s to find dresses, she’d been filled with a sense of dread, reminded again of her freakish size. While she’d been granted womanly curves and a considerable bust, she towered over most men. She even had a couple of inches on Josh.
He’d never seemed to care, but when it came to finding a boyfriend, or even a date, her options were limited. Any guy she’d met taller than herself seemed to prefer women half her size. Those shorter than her gawked from a distance, but their eyes bulged out of their sockets when she approached them. On occasion, a short slimeball would come on to her, wondering what it would be like to do a giant. There would be civilized, respectable men at the ball. At least, she hoped so. In the end though, she expected to spend the night alone.
Her friends had found their dream gowns after trying on what seemed like hundreds of dresses, but she hadn’t had a single choice. There had been one she’d admired. Connie took her measurements and promised to search for a similar one in her size. Instead, on the day she went to pick it up, the woman had surprised her with a custom-made dress.
Sliding off the bed, she groaned. Her knees were already sore from the impending precipitation. Her joints were as good a gauge as any other high-tech gadget to measure the barometric pressure. Plus, she planned to wear heels the entire night, making it a double-whammy. There had better be someplace to sit down, because it’s not as if anyone is going to ask me to dance anyway.
After a quick shower, she pinned her hair up, sprinkled glitter all over, and slipped on a black thong. Then she carefully placed her pasties. Okay, time for the gown.
Unzipping the polyester bag, she gasped. The magnificence of the dress still shocked her every time she saw it. She brushed her hand across the pleated red silk of the skirt. But she didn’t have time to bask in its elegance. At least not until she had it on. She stepped into her red net petticoat, sliding it up to her waist, and spun in a circle. Oh, how she missed her childhood ballet classes. Even then, she’d towered over the rest of the students. Though classes hadn’t made her any less clumsy, as her parents had hoped, the friends she’d made there never let her believe she was anything less than a prima ballerina. As they pirouetted in front of the mirrors, in leotards and tutus, she’d forget her size.
With her stature and blazing auburn hair, she always attracted unfavorable attention. Tonight, though, she wanted people to stare, and maybe, just maybe, her knight in shining armor would arrive to sweep her off her feet.
Available From:
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Also available in PRINT or in an eBook BUNDLE
March 27, 2013
Join Jessica E. Subject Thursday Night at Book Club!!
Hello everyone! Tonight 9 PM EST, my story, Satin Sheets in Space, is the featured book at the Decadent Publishing Book Club Discussion Group.
Therefore, you can get it from Smashwords for 25% off (ends March 28th) using code: HZ25R
So, grab your copy and join me tonight 9 PM EST, for some excerpts, fun pics, interesting links, and lots of prizes to be won! If you’re not already a member, join the group for FREE!
See you there!
Oh, and don’t forget to check out these posts!
Guest Layna Pimentel discusses her Gothic Beginnings on Paranormal Romantics
March 26, 2013
#HumpDayHook – March 27 – A 1st look at Alien Adoration #scifi #romance #scifirom
Good day! I’m excited to present to you the first excerpt from Alien Adoration,
which I’m hoping to release (indie) on May 10, 2013.
So, here’s the opening excerpt and the cover. Let me know what you think.
A car door slammed. Rachel flicked her eyes open, her heart racing. Not again.
Even though common sense told her to go back to sleep, she slid off the bed, and peered out the window. The driver of the red Camaro squealed the tires, tearing off down the street.
Rachel cursed the woman with long, bleached-blonde hair, tiny waist, and the biggest breasts she’d ever seen. Why did her neighbor go for women like that?
She cringed remembering the clip-clop of the woman’s pencil-thin heels on the pavement earlier in the evening. Stilettos? Sports cars? She didn’t stand a chance with her neighbor.
Luke Jones.
She sighed, thinking of him. Whether he wore his work clothes of jeans and a T-shirt that clung tight against his muscular body, or leather pants and a jacket when riding his motorcycle, he defined sexy, making every other guy seem drab. He’d starred as the hero in every single one of her fantasies since moving in two years earlier, and obviously as the leading man for so many other women, bringing home several each month. Though no date ever returned for a second visit. They all left with a commotion, waking her in the middle of the night.
Be sure to visit the Hump Day Hook blog to see who else is participating this week!
March 25, 2013
Book Blitz: State of Emergency by @SummerEllenLane #newadult #dystopian #romance @BuytheBookTours
New Adult/Young Adult Dystopian Romance
What would you do if the world as you know it ended in an instant? How far would you go to survive?
Cassidy Hart is your typical High School graduate: a little shy, a little sarcastic, and a little naive. But when an electromagnetic pulse takes down the United States, she’s forced to kick into full survival mode when she gets separated from her father. Yeah. Things suck. But with the help of a handsome soldier named Chris, she just might find her dad without getting into serious trouble. Emphasis on might. Oh. And there’s the matter of avoiding getting killed in a world that’s quickly turned into an active war zone. It’s going to change Cassidy’s life. It’s going to be a major pain in the butt.
Excerpt (Prologue):
I don’t know how it happened. Nobody does. There are only theories, empty rhetoric and doomsday prophecies. None of them are right, but none of them are completely wrong, either. They all have a grain of truth. All I know is where I was and what I was doing when it happened.
The day had started out like every other day of my life. I hit the snooze button on my alarm about five times before dragging myself out of bed. I combed back my unruly red hair, threw on some clothes, and went into the kitchen. As usual, my dad hadn’t gone to the grocery store, so breakfast consisted of burnt toast and a teaspoon of olive oil.
Because fatty acids are supposed to be healthy for you.
And because there’s nothing else to eat in my house except a can of string beans from 1999.
Being nineteen, graduated from high school and unemployed, I didn’t have much to do besides surf the internet looking for interesting stories and reading my stack of books from the library. Lately I had applied for a multitude of different jobs, including a flight attendant, car washer and hotel manager. Needless to say, none of those positions panned out.
I’m more of the independent type, getting paid by my dad to help him out with his job as a private detective. He’s been letting me poke around in his cases since I was a freshman in high school. I’m good at it, too. Criminal justice, that is. I even wanted a degree in it, but since I’m flat busted broke and stuck in a two-bedroom home with an empty refrigerator, my options are kind of slim.
Anyway, after I looked for a few jobs online, I closed my laptop and started cleaning the house. My dad and I lived in a small house in the outer suburbs of Los Angeles. Culver City, to be exact. It’s about ten minutes away from Hollywood. The land of spray-on tans and yoga classes.
It’s a nice place to live as long as you don’t drive about five miles in the opposite direction. In that case you’ll end up in the middle of a ghetto. A visit to the grocery store might end up becoming a drive-by shooting.
Unsurprisingly, I’m an introvert.
So that day, that regular, average day, turned out to be a day that not only changed my life – but everybody else’s.
It was the day technology turned on us.
It was the beginning of a major pain in the butt.
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About the Author:Summer Lane is the author of the YA/NA Dystopian Romance, State of Emergency. She is a freelance writer, publicist and lover of all things feline. Summer is also the author of Snappy Social Networking: How to Dominate the Blogosphere & Everything in Between.
In her spare time, Summer is the creator of the online magazine/blog, Writing Belle, in addition to being a frequent contributor at NA Alley, a website dedicated to all things New Adult.
Summer began writing when she was 13 years old, due to the fact that the long afternoons after school were somewhat boring, and writing stories seemed to make the time pass a little quicker. Since then she has written many books about jungle cats, secret agents, princesses and spaceships. She is also a non-fiction writer, but her debut novel, State of Emergency, is her favorite book yet. You can find Summer hopping around on the Internet by following her on Twitter @SummerEllenLane or swinging by Writing Belle.
Author Links:
Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
March 24, 2013
Top 10 Reasons to Fall In Love with a Sniper @LJ_Garland1 @DebbieGould #military #romance #suspense
Top 10 Reasons to Fall in Love with a Sniper
Hey, guys. I’m Sgt. Bobby “Bobcat” Martin, a pararescueman sniper stationed at Hurbert Field, Destin, Florida, and I’m also the hero of In My Sights, L.J. Garland & Debbie Gould’s latest 1Night Stand story from Decadent Publishing. I have to say, these women put me and my heroine, Siobhan Cantrell, through the damn wringer. For a while, I wondered if they even wanted Siobhan and me to get together. So, I’ve compiled a list of ten reasons why any woman should fall in love with a sniper. Hang on a sec while I grab a bag of Skittles, and we’ll set the record straight.
#10 A sniper is patient.
This is an absolute must. You gotta wait for the right moment. You can’t go rushing things. I used plenty of patience with my target… And let’s just say, I hit the bull’s-eye.
#9 A sniper understands the meaning of protection.
Guys, we’re talking snipers here. And protection is synonymous with protection. It’s our job. Always have plenty of magazines for your weapon…cause there’s hell to pay if you run short. I always keep a few spare bullets in my pocket. Just knowing I’ve protected others helps me sleep at night.
#8 A sniper always rises to the occasion.
Nuff said.
#7 A sniper has a big gun and is an expert at using it.
Not to brag, but hell-yeah, my gun is big. Gotta have the right equipment for the job, you know?
#6 A sniper sneaks in quietly and goes out with a bang!
Just the way it’s done.
#5 A sniper always has his gun loaded.
Nuff said.
#4 A sniper’s gun is always well lubed and ready for action.
Look guys, you gotta take care of your equipment. If you don’t, it’ll fail on you. And from the stories I’ve heard from other guys, it ain’t pretty. So, lube it up and keep everything in perfect working order. You never know when you might need to shoot off a few rounds.
#3 A sniper always shows up with his gun in his hand.
Hey, when there’s a job to do, you gotta be ready. Just whip it out, take up your favorite position, and wait for that perfect moment to cream the target. But if you’re a sniper, you gotta be flexible. Sometimes your favorite position won’t work for the situation and you have to kneel or lay prone. Hell, I’ve found myself on a rooftop in the pouring rain, propping my ass up against an air conditioning unit. I was prepared for anything, and the mission was a definite success..
#2 A sniper never goes off half-cocked.
That’s just plain embarrassing.
#1 A sniper never misses.
There ya have it. I do believe my job here is done.
Thanks for hanging out and helping to set the record straight about snipers. Any questions, just ask my lady friend authors.
In My Sights
A 1Night Stand Story
Pararescuemen Series – Book 2
Six months ago, Siobhan Cantrell’s world was changed forever by a sniper’s bullet. The incident transformed her from a secure confident woman to a recluse, afraid to leave her own home. When her friends urge her to re-enter the world of the living, they suggest Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand dating service. Nervous, she signs up and learns the company is renown for in-depth background checks and safe encounters. So, how dangerous could it be?
Sergeant Bobby Martin has witnessed Madame Eve’s magic firsthand. His teammate found true love through her service. Still a skeptic but giving in to peer pressure, the Air Force Pararescueman signs himself up. When he meets Siobhan, his doubts fly out the window—unfortunately bullets start flying in them. Determined to protect her from a sniper that won’t give up, Bobby vows to keep her safe. As their chemistry ramps up, so does the sniper’s attempts.
Can Bobby keep Siobhan alive, or will the killer catch them in his sights?
Genre: Contemporary, military romance, erotic romance, suspense/thriller
Heat level: 4
Word count: 16k
Cover art: Fantasia Frog Designs
Available From:
Amazon | ARe | Smashwords | Barnes & Noble
EXCERPT:
“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you.” He loosened his hold on her while he perused her face, settling on her mouth. “I wasn’t sure about this one-night thing to start with, but after seeing you…well, I can definitely follow through. No problem.” He shifted his attention to her eyes, the naked heat swirling in his baby blues causing her breath to catch. “But after what all you told me, I want you to know I get it. We can play this thing any way you want. Fast. Slow. Or I can just hold you.” He trailed his fingers up and down her arms, sending delicious tingles along her skin. “Though I’ll admit, that’s not my first choice.”
She stared at him. God, he was such a gentleman. Without hesitating, she lifted onto her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, crushed her mouth against his, and…holy crap, what a kiss! Her pulse jumped, her head spun. A fire sparked deep inside her, and her breath caught at the passion winding through her. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting exactly, but not anything like this.
Before she melted into a puddle at his feet, she broke the kiss and gazed up at him. “Does that answer your question?”
A sexy grin curved his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
About the Authors:
Garland & Gould
Romance with a Twist…or two
L. J. Garland
Though born and raised in the south, L.J. Garland has lived on both the east and west coasts. She adores traveling, the latest adventures added to her Bucket List: Machu Pichu and Australia’s Rainforest and Great Barrier Reef.
Married to her best friend for over twenty years, she spends her time home schooling three rambunctious boys, editing in the epub industry, and writing stories that she hopes catches her readers’ imaginations as much as the characters and plotlines captivate her. In her spare time (what there is of it LOL), she has a multitude of hobbies, including building archery equipment from scratch and creating stained glass. She has a passion for anything that goes Boom! …from fireworks to high-powered combat rifles…it’s all good. She and her husband are both rated helicopter pilots and spent their 10thanniversary flying cross-country from east to west coast…an adventure she highly recommends.
A member of RWA, she has several published books, including Cadence Interrupted, On the Fringes, Dreamspell Revenge Anthology, and MechMan, she’s now teamed up with Debbie Gould. Having complete one manuscript, Sins of the Mind, they are hard at work, brainstorming and writing the creative new Sentinel Series.
Debbie Gould
Born in Wichita Falls, Texas, at the age of two Debbie and her mother moved to New Jersey, spending many happy years on her grandparents’ horse farm. You’ll sometimes find this setting as a backdrop in her work.
As a teenager, she and her mother found a new home in Vermont, where she currently resides. With a daughter in the Air Force (along with Debbie’s six-year-old grandson), and two sons working for the family Well Drilling business, Debbie now shuffles her time between a full time job as a nurse and her writing career.
About seven years ago, while looking at over three hundred treasured books lining her shelves, she realized there was a multitude of stories of her own clamoring for release. Since then, she’s seriously persevered in keeping the keyboard in constant motion.
With three published books complete, Mountain’s Echo and Infidelity, andNovember Rain, Debbie is now working with a partner, L.J. Garland. Together, they have finished one manuscript, Sins Of the Mind, and are now working on their Sentinel Series.
Debbie has been a member of KOD, FTHRW, ELEMENTS and RWA Online.
Author Links
We can be tracked down at http://www.garland-and-gould.blogspot.com/ where we blog, chat about stuff, and interview other authors.
– L.J. can be caught at www.lj-garland.com and emailed at mail@lj-garland.com You can also tweet her at @LJ_Garland1
- Debbie can be found at http://www.authordebbiegould.com/ and emailed at mountecho2006@yahoo.com.
- We love hearing from people who have enjoyed our stories!
March 23, 2013
Back List Blast – Never Gonna Let You Go #scifi #dystopian #romance
Hello! Welcome to another Back List Blast post. Today I want to tell you about my fourth release, Never Gonna Let You Go. This story is a sci-fi/dystopian romance (FF & MF), which released from Decadent Publishing on January 31, 2012.
Never Gonna Let You Go is based on a story I wrote in my high school science fiction class. Though the story is much different now. And the second book in this series (Never Gonna Desert You) is out on submission.
Here’s an excerpt:
If only I could touch his sexy body again.
Standing at the edge of the camp, Calla Jacobs couldn’t stop staring at the toned and tanned body of Erik Edwards, aerospace mechanic for mission SFAE-3, while he worked to repair the core drill. She tried to tear her gaze away, willed her feet to move so she could get to the plains of Airondelle, but it just didn’t happen. She watched as sweat trickled down the center of his back, and she closed her eyes, breathing in his pure, masculine scent. The memory from years ago, of running her hands across the wide expanse of his upper body and through his thick, blond curls, only made things worse. She didn’t love him anymore—at least not in the way she had when they’d dated. And still, Erik would always hold a place in her heart. They’d grown up together, been best friends, even after they’d broken up, until he’d married Holloway.
Erik snapped open a bottle of water, took a large swig, and then poured the rest over his head with a heavy sigh. She could almost hear the water sizzle.
Oh, to be one of those water droplets cascading down his bare chest. She’d enjoy the water so much more if she could stand close enough to lick it off of his body before it dripped to the ground. Grimacing, she clenched her fists. Jeez, pull it together.
Their mission on the barren planet did not include sexual affairs. In fact, except for already established marriages, sex was forbidden outright; the mission could not be compromised by all of the emotions and distractions a sexual bond brought. She and Erik had ended their three-year relationship for that reason— they’d both dreamed of being a part of the mission responsible for confirming the existence of a planet capable of sustaining life. And neither of them had felt ready to get married. They’d promised to wait for each other until they’d served their time and had remained friends throughout their training. Two months before their departure date, Erik had eloped with the mission commander, Melina Holloway, a woman Calla could never compete with in terms of brains and beauty. A quick divorce had followed, but the short-lived marriage had left Erik with a chip on his shoulder. And he’d refused to talk to Calla about anything other than the mission, if at all.
Will Calla and Erik ever get back together? Find out in Never Gonna Let You Go, which received Honorable Mention in the LR Cafe Best of 2012 Awards.
Available From:
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March 21, 2013
New Release Spotlight! Knightly Desire by @LisaFoxRomance #fantasy #romance #ebook
Hi Everyone! I am thrilled to announce the release of my erotic, fantasy romance, KNIGHTLY DESIRE! To celebrate, I am giving away a copy to one lucky commenter on my blog. Head over to LISA FOX ROMANCE between now and Sunday, March 24, 2013 to enter!
Knightly Desire by Lisa Fox
A routine mission turns disastrous when Knight Captain Brant and his men encounter a renegade mage. Injured and near death, Brant is brought to a nearby sanctuary of the god Ison, where the chaste sisters heal all those in need.
He is given into the care of Gabrielle, a talented healer. She is young, vivacious, bold—and a mage. She is everything wrong for him, and yet their desire and need can’t be denied.
Brant lives for his duty. Gabrielle belongs to a god. The lust-filled bond between them is powerful, but forbidden. No matter the consequences, their erotic bond cannot be ignored.
An Excerpt From: KNIGHTLY DESIRE
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“You’re awake,” a female voice said and Brant jumped. He turned his head toward the sound and found a young woman roughly twenty years his junior sitting on a stool on the opposite side of the room. His armor, sword and shield sat on a table beside her. “The Mother feared you would never rise.”
She was a spark of brilliant light in the otherwise barren room and Brant hungrily drank her in, everything in him yearning to absorb all of her vibrant energy. He took in her round face, smooth with the innocence of her youth and marveled at the striking contrast with her wide, sapphire eyes. Those eyes held ancient wisdom in their depths and seemed to know secrets far beyond her years. That look, that shadow, added maturity and dimension to her youthful appeal, making her a devastating woman. He tried to tear his eyes away, he knew his examination was improper, but he couldn’t help himself. It had been too long since he had gazed upon anything beautiful.
She ran her hand over her short, spiky red-brown hair as she studied him. Her eyes trailed over him as she waited for him to respond, her gaze both curious and sensual. Her lips parted as she lingered over his bare chest, and when she dragged her tongue over her plump bottom lip, his cock stirred. Visions of capturing her warm, wet mouth assaulted him, and he could almost feel how soft her lips would be against his, how sweet she would taste. Blistering arousal ignited in his chest, awakening all of the nerve endings in his body, and he was suddenly, acutely aware that he was naked beneath the thin white sheet. Her gaze traveled farther down, leaving a path of fire in its wake, and when she paused at his waist, he almost gave in to the fierce, animal desire.
With a silent curse, he bit down on his tongue, hoping to temper his thundering pulse. It was completely inappropriate for him to respond to her in this manner. Especially since he had no idea who she was or what circumstances had brought him to her. He cleared his throat and tried to shake off the lust racing through his bloodstream. “The Mother?” he asked, and winced as fresh pain shot through him. “Where am I?”
“The Britnol Sanctuary of Ison,” she said, and he blinked, finally taking notice of her robes, the red and white adornments of the sacred Sisters of Ison. Brant let out a disgusted breath. Oh, but he was a fool indeed. Even without the cowl of her station—which was odd, he’d never seen a sister with her head uncovered before—he still should have recognized what she was.
“Where is everyone?” he asked. The other sanctuaries he had been to were bustling centers of activity, the sisters treating multiple patients for a variety of injuries and illnesses. He seemed to be in a private room rather than the main hall of the temple, separated from the other patients, and disquiet settled in his chest. Could it have something to do with the mage? He had been touched by magic, was he now…tainted? He quickly pushed the thought aside. He was whole, weak, but still himself. He glanced over at his newfound companion. She did not seem overly concerned about being in his presence. He didn’t think she would be so calm if there was any reason for worry.
She shrugged one shoulder. “Who knows?”
Before he could stop himself, his gaze drifted back down to her mouth and unbidden desire resurfaced in his heart. There was probably a reasonable explanation for his segregation, but their isolation tested the limits of propriety. This woman may be a sister, however youthful her appearance, she was obviously old enough to have taken her vows, but he was an outsider. “Surely they wouldn’t allow a sister to remain alone in the presence of a strange man?”
“Why not?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. The gesture was all at once innocent and impishly wicked. “They say you are a man of honor.” She touched the white stallion emblazoned upon his shield. “They say that this means it is so.” She met his eyes. “Are they wrong?”
Brant’s heart swelled with pride as he looked at the stallion on his shield. It stood for everything he believed in, everything he fought for, held dear and would die to uphold. Honor, justice, duty. He met her gaze. “No, they are not wrong.”
Her smile brightened her entire face and her eyes sparkled. “Then why do you ask?”
He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. Her whole aura demanded it. She may be innocent, but she was also a tad bit too flirtatious for a sister. When the sisters took their vows, they gave themselves to Ison alone. He wasn’t much of a follower, but he did know that Ison was a jealous, possessive god. Brant decided he would do well to remember that—for both their sakes. He forced his face back into seriousness and tried to assume as commanding a tone as possible considering he was lying in a sickbed. “Bring me the Mother. I wish to depart.”
Her smile widened and his blood heated. He had seen beautiful women before, he had mingled with and even romanced some of the refined ladies of the royal court, but none had ever stirred in him the longing that she inspired. It was thrilling. “Oh, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” she said, her tone playfully admonishing. “You were quite wounded when your men brought you here and we vowed in His name to heal you. The Mother is not going to let you go until she feels that is done.”
That was not the answer he wanted and he bristled at the confinement. He needed to get back to his men. That mage had been gathering an army. He needed to make sure that the threat had been eliminated, that everyone was safe. He was almost certain that he had succeeded, but there was always a chance that the man still lived, still posed an immediate and terrible danger. “I’m fine.”
She laughed, a joyful sound that filled the entire room. “Are you? Well then, stand up.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. Was she actually challenging him? He was so shocked, he almost laughed. “What?”
“Come on,” she said, humor and mischievousness and deep knowing in her blue eyes. “Stand up. Prove how well you are.” She rose to her feet and extended her hand to him. “If you can take even two steps, I’ll get her for you.”
She was teasing him. He shook his head in disbelief. And he was enjoying it! “Why do I have to prove anything to you?”
She smiled. “Because, Sir Knight, I am your keeper until you have recovered.”
“You?” he said, and this time he did laugh. “You’re barely old enough to be your own keeper.”
“I am older than I look and we both know that wisdom is not reliant upon age.” She raised an eyebrow and her smile transformed into a smirk. “And you have not gotten out of that bed.”
He told himself that he was not being baited. He was going to get up, prove to her how fit he was and end this ridiculous game. And he was fine. Mostly. Fine or not, he had to get back to his men and resume his command. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and rose from the bed. His legs folded beneath him.
She was by his side in an instant, holding him up. She hugged him tightly and the soft, floral scent of her filled his head. He breathed deeply, taking in her delectable fragrance. Her body moved against him, lithe and firm under the heavy, shapeless robes, and the fire that had been simmering in his blood flared back to life. He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Her smooth, white skin flushed a rosy pink and he could feel her breath catch. His eyes fastened on her mouth and hunger descended upon him in a wave of lust. She lifted her chin to him, her pink lips slightly parted and he leaned into her, accepting the unspoken invitation. The warm flutter of her breath tickled his lips and long buried desires swept through. He wanted to drink in her heat, her beauty, her feminineness, things that were forever missing from his life. His cock awoke with deep, throbbing need and his eyes drifted shut as everything in him yearned for one tiny taste of heaven.
The door opened and Brant started at the sound. The Grand Mother entered the room, frowning mightily as she took in the scene and the girl froze in his arms. The Mother’s steely-gray eyes fixed on the sister and he felt her twitch. “Gabrielle, attend,” the Mother commanded, and his beautiful keeper deposited him on the bed and went to the Mother’s side. “I believe it is your turn to stock the warehouse?” she asked, and Gabrielle flicked him a last look before nodding and leaving.
When the door shut behind her, the Mother turned her attention on him. “Welcome to the Britnol Sanctuary of Ison, Sir Brant,” she said. “I trust you are finding it comfortable here?”
Her voice was sharp with disapproval and it only deepened Brant’s regret for his actions. He had come into this house of a god and tried to take what didn’t belong to him, what he had no right to claim. “Mother,” he said, inclining his head to her. A formal bow would have been better, but it was the best he could manage. He did not think he could stand up again without help. “Thank you for taking me into your house of healing. I am in your debt.”
The Mother inclined her head in return. “We do our sacred duty here,” she said, and then met his eyes.
Brant heard the warning loud and clear. A warning he was ashamed to have to receive. He had tarnished his own honor when he tried to take advantage of the young sister. It was not a mistake he would make again, no matter how much his desire for her enflamed his blood. She was not his for the taking.
About the Author:World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
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March 20, 2013
Release Day Traditions by @KaceyHammell, author of the #newrelease Sweetest Salvation #eroticromance
Please welcome my good friend, and a wonderful author, Kacey Hammell to the blog. She is celebrating her new release, Sweetest Salvation. Happy release day, Kacey! Take it away…
Thanks for the spotlight today, Jessica!
Today is the release of Sweetest Salvation – a woman’s journey of grief and despair, as well as strength and healing. And learning to love herself again, along with the one man who will stop at nothing to be with her.
I hope you enjoy it!
As with every release, I will do spend the day celebrating/doing the usual…
Fill a wine tumbler full of OJ, add some strawberries to it, and enjoy it blissfully—many times during the day!
Call my Mom, her best friends and let them share in the joy.
Shed a few tears knowing the world will have access to my “baby” and pray that she/I don’t get hurt with any negatives.
Enjoy the day of social media where I can share the news and sit back and visit friends and simply sigh in content. And add the new release info/news to various online blogs/sites.
Sit in anticipation of my hubby’s “release day gift” that I have come to expect. I know I shouldn’t but he has his own way of celebrating with me. He’s such a sweetie.
At the end of the day, reflect on the journey it took to write the story – it will be an emotional one for this particular story since it’s so personal and dear to me – and know that I will do it all over again with my next baby! *g*
Sweetest Salvation
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners
Available at Evernight Publishing
**An Editor’s Pick!**
After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together. There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.
But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart. Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.
Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013
“Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and winked.
Cheeks on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The place was packed tonight.
There were a few people she recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving.
Bridget caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take her to room fourteen and Hunter.
Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled bright.
The couple’s kindness and understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been there for her the other night. She’d be forever grateful for it.
Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.
The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.
Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.
It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.
Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”
“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.
“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”
He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.
His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.
She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.
“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door.
Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.
His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.
A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”
“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.
“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”
Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.
Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.
Dear lord, this was Hunter.
Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?
He was attractive, always had been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw him.
Hunter always treated with her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.
And her body’s reaction to him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that not just any cock would do.
She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.
Her breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.
She needed to get out of this room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.
Hunter’s palms never moved from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her back.
Pressed against the door, she turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.
Hunter’s body pressed against her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her ass.
“Andy,” he whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, willed herself to push back against him until he let her go.
Her eyes opened when she realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. There was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him.
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Canadian author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres. She is a true romantic at heart.
Where to find Kacey…
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