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#Romance Author @AnitaPhilmar Shares Naked Rebel!

Happy Friday, everyone! Erotic romance author buddy Anita Philmar's been kind enough to share a bit of her story Naked Rebel with us today! And it looks amazing!
Naked RebelA spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.
Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.
With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache?  

Excerpt
“I know it’s not much, but its home.” At least for the last few months it’d been. Once he’d reached the rank of top miner, it’d taken less than a year to make head foreman. Yet, he still didn’t know the location of nustru’s purification plant.“Nice.” A muffled voice rang through his small two room unit.He glanced around at the bare walls. She couldn’t be serious.Yes, he didn’t have to live in a tent, but the place wasn’t a proper home for a woman either. An ugly brown couch stood right by the door while a yellow counter with a cooler and stove occupied the opposite wall. The doorway to the back led to a tiny bathroom and an even smaller bedroom.Not willing to argue about how she never should have been sent here, Nick walked over and looked inside the cooler. “Would you like something to drink?”“That would be great,” whispered through her veil.Nick grabbed a protein drink and turned to see her struggling with the hood covering her head. He set down her drink and stepped to her side. The black cloak covering her really did its job. He couldn’t see any part of her except her small hands.“Let’s see, how can we free you from this contraption?” He fingered the rough fabric covering her shoulders and lifted the lip of the cloth running along her biceps.She stepped back and lowered her head.He pulled. The hood fell away, revealing her reddish-gold hair.A loud rip preceded a soft feminine scent, which filled the room. The cloak covering her body tore into long strips and crumbled to the floor at her feet.A bullet of lust shot straight to his loins at the spectacular view. Full, creamy breasts covered by a skimpy piece of pink lace led to a narrow waist. Another strip hung on her curvy hips and restricted his view of her luscious center. A dark stain on her panties made him wonder if she was already wet with need.  “Nick?”
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A Naughty Little Christmas: Eight Christmas Romances for only #99cents! #boxedset

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A Naughty Little Christmas - Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 
8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors

Hi everyone! Nona here. Well, Thanksgiving is next week, and Christmas is right around the corner. And guess what? Randi Alexander and seven other awesome romance authors have an early Christmas gift for us! A Naughty Christmas is a boxed set of eight sexy Christmas romances available for only 99 cents! Check out the info below to find out more!

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COWBOY JACKPOT: CHRISTMAS
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Randi Alexander
Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub.
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Ann Bruce
When injured vice cop Sergio Ramirez accepts Noelle Mason’s offer to help him, she has no idea the danger she faces, most of it from her desire to share her bed with him.
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HOLIDAY SURPRISE: UNWRAPPED
Aliyah Burke
Recuperating in wintery Massachusetts, Heath Dixon gives cold-hating Kassia Green something much hotter to focus on. But can he keep her after Christmas? Like…forever?
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Opal Carew
Given one chance to break the curse which has held Angelique in its grip for two hundred years, she is faced with a heart-rending decision. Can she sacrifice Nick's happiness for her own freedom?
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Dawn Halliday
In the wintery Highland mountains, Aileen and Niall unleash their forbidden passion. But Aileen is promised to another this Christmas, and the wicked Lowlander will stop at nothing to have her.
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Yvette Hines
Even during the holidays a woman can have one reckless night that will change her life forever...especially when the man she was with is determined to prove they belong together.
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Christin Lovell
After being apart from each other for a year, Libby and Tyler realize their feelings for one another are more than platonic. Are they willing to risk years of friendship on a chance at love?
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Paige Tyler
Hayley Knowles has always fantasized about getting spanked by her husband, Conner. But how can she possibly ever get her husband to do it, especially since she’s too shy to tell him? This is the holiday season, though, so maybe Hayley might get exactly what she wants for Christmas!
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Have a wonderful week, all!Nona Raines
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#GuestBlog Featuring Julie Rowe, Author of Secret Santa

Well hello folks,

It's getting to be that time of year again - the holiday season. I just love reading holiday books through the whole month of November and continuing straight through New Year's. Today we have a very special guest, Julie Rowe, who is here to talk to us today about her new release, Secret Santa, in the Timeless Keepsakes anthology. Be sure to enter the raffle below for the great prizes on this tour!


Take it away Julie! 

The Tradition of Secret SantaI grew up on a small farm in the Canadian prairies which means we were pretty self-sufficient. We had a large garden, so our veggies were either fresh or pickled. We ate our own beef and chickens (don’t get me started on the chickens – I remember picking feathers out of my hair for hours!), and we didn’t have a lot of money for extras, like store bought items. We had a great Christmas tradition though that lasted all of December when my brother, sister and I were kids. This Secret Santa tradition made Christmas fun and taught us to appreciate more than just the presents under the tree. At the beginning of December my mother would put a small cradle for baby Jesus under the Christmas tree. It was the family’s job to fill the cradle with straw, but you had to earn every straw that went into the cradle by anonymously doing something nice to another member of the family. We picked a new name out of hat every few days and that person was the recipient of our gift of good deeds. The good deed could be anything, making someone’s bed while they were in the bathroom, putting a cup of hot chocolate next their bedside table before bed or sneaking an extra special snack in their lunch. It became a bit of a competition to think up new and nicer things to do for each other. By the time Christmas Day rolled around, we were way more proud of the huge mound of straw in the cradle than we were of the new doll, truck or stuffed animal we received. Getting to be a Secret Santa turned out to be the best gift of all.In my Timeless Keepsakes story—Secret Santa—nurse Kenzie Bowman, grieving the death of her twin brother,receives an unexpected gift at the staff Secret Santa party: the bullet that killed him and a message of hope and love. That message is the real gift.Do you have any Secret Santa traditions in your family? What is the best gift you’ve ever received that didn’t cost money?
That was such a cool tradition. Thanks for sharing it with us Julie. Here's a little excerpt from Secret Santa 
Chapter One“I hate Secret Santa,” Kenzie Bowman muttered to herself. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall, as far away from the crowded hospital’s emergency department lunch room table as possible. The table was covered in wrapped boxes and gift bags. A bevy of nurses rummaged through them looking for their name on a tag, squeals of glee and laughter filling the remaining space in the room.Anyone walking by would think it was Black Friday. They’d be lucky if they didn’t end up treating one of their own for a bloody nose.She used to love Christmas. The decorations, buying just the right gift for a friend, singing carols, and spending time with the people she loved.Until last year.Until her twin brother, Kennon, was killed on Christmas Day.Now, she just wanted the entire event to be over. She never wanted to see another Christmas tree, hear another Christmas song, or taste eggnog ever again.Her friend Amy surfaced from the circling sharks with a gift in each hand. “I found yours, Kenzie,” she said with Christmas cheer that darn near dripped sugar.Oh joy.Amy bounced up to Kenzie and thrust the gift into her hands, then proceeded to rip the paper off her own.“Ohh,” she squealed, segueing into a victory dance as she hoisted her booty into the air. “A bottle of Baileys! Santa loves me, yes he does.” Amy paused mid-dance to lever her laser-sharp gaze at Kenzie. “Your turn, Ebenezer. Open it.”“What’s the point? I don’t wear perfume, I don’t like scented candles, and I don’t drink alcohol. We know the likelihood of one of those three items being in this box is eighty-six-point-three percent.”“You sound like a computer when you talk that way,” Amy said, enunciating each word individually.“Better than having your eardrums blown out by indiscriminate screaming.”Amy’s eyes narrowed to two slits. “Open the box.”“Have I mentioned how much I hate Secret Santa?”“The box, Kenzie. Now.”“Fine.” Kenzie rolled her eyes and picked at the festive paper. “But if this gift sucks it’s going home with you.”Amy’s fierce expression slowly turned into a frown. “You don’t just hate Secret Santa, you hate Christmas, don’t you?”“Do you blame me?” Christmas was supposed to be a time of joy and love, spent with friends and family. All that was impossible for her now. She and Kennon had been all each other had for eight years now. A heart attack had taken Dad from them. Mom followed him to the grave four months later.Amy glanced away at the crowd of nurses and doctors for a second, then met Kenzie’s gaze. “I suppose not. But it’s not healthy for you to brood.” She watched Kenzie’s fingers as they slowly peeled the tape from the paper. “Come to my place Christmas Day,” Amy said, the words rushing out of her mouth like a five-year-old who’d had too much candy. “Don’t stay home alone. Please.”“I won’t be good company.”“That’s why you should come.”The last of the tape came off the paper and Kenzie carefully folded it and threw it into the garbage can. The box in her hand was too small for a bottle of Baileys, so it was down to perfume or candles. She opened the top, pushed aside the tissue paper, and pulled out a glass ball about the size of her fist.The glass was plain, no decoration or sparkles. Something hung inside it, tied up in some string. She turned the ball to see if she could get a better look—A bullet.A smashed, wrecked bullet.Pain seized her diaphragm and brought her breathing to a screeching halt. The agony ricocheted through her body until even the tips of her hair hurt.“What’s that?” Amy asked, staring at the ball, confusion furrowing her forehead. “It’s not very festive looking.”It could only be one thing.“The reason why I hate Christmas.” Her voice sounded strangely calm.“Huh?”“This isn’t from staff, it’s from my brother’s best military buddy.”Why? Why would he do this? Give her the one thing guaranteed to rip her heart out while it was only barely still beating.“It’s the bullet that killed my brother.” The words came from far, far away. Almost an echo.Amy’s gaze jerked up to meet her own. “Your brother? But I thought he… Shit,” she breathed out as a whisper. “How do you know it’s thatbullet?”“Because he tried to give it to me before.”“He what?”But Kenzie wasn’t listening anymore. She was drowning in sorrow. It clouded her mind, sight, and hearing, pulling her under into a dark and silent world. Somehow she walked from the lunch room to the waiting room, but she had no memory of doing it. This must be what teleportation was like. Going from location to location without the inconvenience of conventional travel.People turned as she entered the waiting area, most of them likely hoping she’d call their name.Except for one.One man stood slowly, staring at her face, his gaze apologetic. He was tall and fit, with a squared face that was strong rather than handsome. Every woman in the room turned to stare at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. His whole focus was on her.She angled her head back sharply then turned and walked a little ways until she got to a large wheelchair-accessible washroom. She went inside. He followed her in and she shut and locked the door.Kenzie glared at the man who had been trying to give her a damaged bullet for the past three months. A man she’d refused to see again after their first disastrous conversation. A man she’d told to go to hell.A man she’d once thought she loved.Gage Remington.She held out the box to him. “I don’t want this. I never wanted to see it and to find it in a glass ball pretending to be a Christmas ornament—” For a moment she ran completely out of breath. “Take it.”He made no effort to accept the box. “Damn it, Kenzie, he wanted you to have it.”“My brother wanted me to have the bullet that killed him?”“No. He wanted you to have a reminder of what you have to live for. ‘We’re all just a bullet or a breath away from oblivion; don’t waste yours’—wasn’t that the phrase you used to say goodbye with?” He took a step toward her. “He made me swear. It was the last thing he said to me before—”She thrust a warning finger an inch from his nose. “Don’t say it.” She paced a step or two away, then back. “I never knew how stupid and childish it was to say the rhyme our grandfather taught us until the damn bullet showed up.” She shoved the box at him and spun, grabbing for the door handle, but he got there before she could get the door open.He took her shoulders into his hands and turned her.She didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to touch him, didn’t want to face the reality of her life with her brother—her best friend—no longer in it.She pounded on Gage’s chest and fought to get herself free.He simply gathered her up and pulled her into his intractable embrace. Someone was crying deep, shuddering sobs that sounded like they were coming out of the throat of a tortured person. That’s when she realized—she was the person crying.


About Julie Rowe:
Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the Northwest Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “No one would believe them!” In addition to writing contemporary and historical medical romance, and fun romantic suspense for Entangled Publishing and Carina Press, Julie has a short story in The Mammoth Book of ER Romance (September 2013). Her book Saving the Rifleman (book one of the War Girls series) won the novella category of the 2013 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. Her writing has also appeared in several magazines such as Today’s Parent, Reader’s Digest (Canada), Canadian Living, and Romantic Times Magazine.
For more information about Julie, please visit her online at www.julieroweauthor.com, on Twitter @julieroweauthor, or at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/JulieRoweAuthor.




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@miadowning007's Spy Games: Endgame Available Everywhere Now! #Erotic

Happy Friday, everyone! I'm thrilled to have the awesome author Mia Downing with me today. It's a celebration, because Endgame, the third installment of her erotic Spy Games series is enjoying its worldwide release today! We're really lucky, because she's sharing a super-hot excerpt with us, too.
Welcome, Mia, and thanks so much for being here!
   An Adult Five Minutes In The Closet From Spy Games: EndgameMia Downing
Thanks, Nona, for having me today! With the release of Spy Games: Endgame to all retailers this month I thought I’d post and excerpt of one of my fan’s favorite scenes and give you a little lead in to the background.
Aaron Anderson, my hero in Spy Games: Endgame, is a unique individual. He’s got four older brothers who are confirmed man whores but has very little sexual experience himself. You see, after a bad experience with sex his first time at sixteen, he decided to follow a higher calling and become a priest. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. So now he’s an actor on the verge of a blockbuster film, trying to figure out the whole sex thing. At one point he describes L.A. as a bakery and he has gluten intolerance. He really wants to indulge in the beauties around him but fears the consequences.Then Aaron met Charlotte Smith at his brother’s wedding and the sexual urges became stronger than the fear. She should be scary as hell because she’s a bit on the cold side and has an air of danger about her that excites the hell out of him. She’s pretty and intelligent, not at all a bleach blonde beauty who can’t string together two sentences.So when the woman of his desires is given to him as a bodyguard, he’s stoked. He’s never wanted a woman before, not like this, and definitely not one like Charlotte. When she rejects his advances, he decides to go back to his childhood—the only time he was lucky with the girls—to find a solution to get her interested.

The closet excerpt from Spy Games: Endgame
“Charlotte?”“What?” she snapped and winced. Way too much heat that had nothing to do with her anger.“I heard a noise.”Her spy senses went on full alert, stifling desire. “Where? Did you wake Jake?”“No, it’s in my room. Will you check?”She grabbed her gun from the coffee table, a little less anxious as she rose. The sensors would have gone off if his room had been breached. “Afraid of monsters in the closet, baby cowboy?”“No, I’m afraid of muggers and hostage takers in the closet.”“Bloody hell.” How he could go from pissy to ’fraidy cat in no time flat, she had no clue. She entered his room, gun pulled. “Where did you hear a noise?”“The closet.”She stalked over, flicked on the light, and opened the door, ready for action. It was huge, filled with clothes top to bottom, bigger than her university dorm when she was a girl. She cleared the area, checking each space. The door clicked closed behind her. Then the light went out, and she sucked in a breath. “Aaron? You okay?”“I’m right here.”She turned and collided with six-one of hard man. He smelled suspiciously of fresh toothpaste instead of beer, and that bare chest was hot and welcoming against her sweatshirt. “You did this on purpose?”“No! The door closed behind me, and the light went out. I think they’re outside. We should wait here.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll protect you.”She wanted to snort. As if he could protect her. She had skills that would make a ninja cry with fear. He had…well, six weeks with a piss poor trainer.And he was a liar. Only she hoped his pants weren’t on fire. She needed his pants to stay on or she’d come undone. Being in his arms felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it would.Time to call his bluff.“I have my cell phone. I’m calling Jake.” She whipped it out of the pocket of her sweatshirt, and the display lit up Aaron’s face.He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t. I lied. There’s no one here.”“You did this? To get me alone?” She let the display die out, and the room darkened.“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m not sorry, though. So don’t think I’m going to apologize and let you walk away. Not this time.”She should be pissed. She should kick his ass and teach him what his brothers obviously failed to teach him. But instead, she found herself horny as hell. Jake’s permission echoed in her ears, and the part of her that had been dead for so long wanted to know why she couldn’t just enjoy this for a change? She deserved to feel, deserved to be happy, even if it was absolutely, totally wrong. Wrong was proving to be way fun.Aaron’s hands found her hips, and he tugged her flush against his hard…everything. So hard. Chest, belly, thighs, cock, all like heated rock and pressed against her. Every molecule in her body went on high alert, tuning in to his energy. His mouth found her neck and then that ticklish spot under her ear. “One of the fun games I played as a teen was five minutes in the closet,” he murmured against her skin.Somehow, this was not how she pictured Aaron spending his formative teen years. “I thought you were on track to be a priest from birth.”“Nope. Not until after sixteen.” He nipped her ear lobe. “I did lots and lots of making out before that, though.”She fought a moan and called forth any bitch left in her. “How old were you when you started locking girls in the closet and molesting them?”“Fifteen. Andersons start young.” He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent. “You game?”“Aaron, do you know how many hours of sleep I’ve had in the last twenty-four?” Strangely, she felt wide awake. Five minutes in the closet with Aaron was beyond tempting, even if it meant she’d be crossing the line she’d drawn in the hallway.“It will be hot. Fun. Worth every minute of sleep deprivation.” His voice dropped an octave, so seductive it gave her chills of the best kind.“I’m sure it will, love.” She sighed, and he kissed his way around her throat, tonguing the depression at her collarbone. He must have spent a hell of a lot of time in a closet debasing young girls, because oh, did that mouth make parts of her incredibly needy. Starting with her nipples— they begged for his mouth. Her pussy clenched and the dampness grew between her thighs. Men didn’t make her wet. Not in this life, anyway.One large hand brushed the underside of her breast and the nipple tightened with need. Maybe one kiss, just one. She didn’t have to give in and fuck him. Yes. A good, hot kiss and a bit of groping would suit her perfectly.She tapped her phone to bring the display back up while Aaron nibbled his way from her ear to her throat again. Enough light glowed in the closet now to see shelves beside her. She set her gun on a shelf and punched up the timer on her phone.He lifted his mouth from her neck and frowned in the dim light. “What are you doing?”“Setting a timer.” She clicked a few buttons and placed her phone on the same shelf as her gun. The closet went black as the display light died out. “You have earned five minutes.”Her words must have finally sunk in, because he sucked in a breath. “What if I want more?”Just like a man to think about himself. “Too bad.”“What if you want more?”Good question.
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~*~If you haven’t started the series yet, then start with Spy Games: Trained for Seduction (book 1).
Blurb for Spy Games:Trained For Seduction…Book 1 of the Spy Games Series!Emma Walters didn't choose to be a spy, but when her crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a choice--become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent--undercover and investigating her father at the time--who took her to third base. Emma is already half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he's the devil incarnate. And one doesn't make deals or fall in love with the devil.If someone had told Chase he'd fall in love with a certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead, sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of seduction for her first--and possibly last--mission, he's scared witless. Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man.Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in--and out--of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.This book is an erotic romance. It contains graphic language, explicit, smokin' hot sex, menage, lots of juicy conflict, some suspense, a dark and dangerous spy boss and a spunky bombshell heroine.
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About Mia Downing…Mia Downing started creating heroes at age four, but her heroes back then rode ponies to rescue the princess, and only kissed her on the cheek. Today, Mia's heroes still rescue those in need, but the price of their toys and the expertise of their seduction leads to a lot more than a peck on the cheek. When Mia isn't busy creating new stories for her readers she fills in as an underwear model for a prestigious lingerie company. She also lives in New England with her family, and enjoys horses and knitting.Fun facts: Mia can juggle (poorly,) create balloon animals and face paint. She was the hit entertainment of two family parties. No clown suits were involved.
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Whew, is it hot in here or what? Thanks so much for sharing Endgame with us today, Mia. I've got my copy already--what are the rest of you folks waiting for?

Have a wonderful weekend, all!
Nona Raines
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Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
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Seal of Destiny by Traci Douglass on sale for only #99Cents

I love helping to share new books with the readers of our Divas blog. Today I'm sharing with you about Book One in a new paranormal romance/urban fantasy series by Traci Douglass. Traci and I attended the same MFA program at Seton Hill University, so I know this book is great, though I haven't read it yet, it's at the top of by TBR pile, especially since it's on sale today for only 99 Cents! :-) 
Here's the book description:  Love conquers all… but can it stop the Apocalypse?
Mira Herald is having the worst life ever.  Not only is she plagued by horrific nightmares starring the Devil himself, she’s now the target of a power-hungry, rogue minion, freshly sprung from Hell and bent on her destruction.  To complicate matters further, she’s acquired a stalker. One who insists he’s a divine warrior sent for her protection because she houses an ancient relic with the power to unleash Armageddon. Last time Mira checked, she wasn’t insane. Still, all this celestial mayhem is enough to drive a girl crazy.
Kagan is a member of the Scion, an elite team of immortal warriors selected by Divinity to aid mankind and save the world. After a century alone, Kagan is summoned for a new mission. He’s eager to begin. Eager until he’s informed his mission consists of protecting a woman with no clue to the power she wields. Plus, his briefing fails to prepare him for his new target’s cosmic-sized attitude problem.  As Divinity’s sworn servant, he’s required to fulfill his duty. His oath, however, does not require him to be enthusiastic about his new assignment or warm-and-fuzzy toward his new compatriot. He plans a wham-bam rescue and a quick return to solitude. 
The rogue minion attacks—with the backing of a mysterious organization—and all Hades erupts, putting a fast end to any whirlwind escapes. Accustomed to staunch independence, Mira’s survival now requires full cooperation and an unwavering belief in Kagan. The battle-hardened warrior is also forced to chose: between duty and desire. Amidst the turmoil, Kagan and Mira’s undeniable passion draws them closer to each other and down a path neither expected but both yearn for, more than they ever knew. 
Will love save the day? The world’s fate depends on the answer. 


More about Traci: 
Traci is the author of paranormal romance/urban fantasy and contemporary romances featuring a sly, urban edge, including her current Seven Seals series. Her stories feature sizzling alpha-male heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes; smart, independent heroines who always give as good as they get; and scrumptiously evil villains who are—more often than not—bent on world destruction. She enjoys weaving ancient curses and mythology, modern science and old religion, and great dialogue together to build red-hot, sizzling chemistry between her main characters.
 She is an active member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA) and Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Writers (FF&P) and is pursing a Masters of Fine Arts degree in Writing Popular Fiction through Seton Hill University. Her stories have made the final rounds in several RWA chapter contests, including the 2012 Duel on the Delta, the 2012 Molly Awards, and the 2012 Catherine Awards. An earlier draft of the first book in the Seven Seals Series, Seal of Destiny, won the paranormal category of the 2012 Marlene Awards sponsored by the Washington Romance Writers.
Other current projects include upcoming books in the Seven Seals series, a new contemporary novella series due out in early 2014, and a new futuristic suspense series with hints of the paranormal and plenty of romance.
 Pick up the book today here: http://www.amazon.com/Destiny-Crimson-Romance-Traci-Douglass-ebook/dp/B00AWWONDQ/ Website and blog: http://www.tracidouglass.net FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/TraciDouglassAuthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/Traci_Douglass   Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/8112113-traci-douglassAmazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/tracidouglass

A Peek at Stranded and Straddled, @EmPetrova's New #Erotic #Romance!

Good morning, all! Today I'm thrilled to be sharing a bit of author friend Em Petrova's latest work, Stranded and Stradded! It's hot and romantic, plus cowboys! Who could ask for more?
STRANDED AND STRADDLED Book Description:
When a freak snowstorm strands Lacey at a crowded Oklahoma rest stop, she thinks things can’t possibly get worse. Until she bumps into Trace Allen. Bull rider, ex-boyfriend, and all-around bad boy, Trace plucks her off her feet and invites her into his warm travel trailer.
But Lacey has her misgivings. Trace is every bit as strong and virile as the bulls he rides--and just as volatile. But when she finds evidence that their bad breakup was a misunderstanding, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about him.
Could Trace’s temper and bad boy exterior hide a tender heart? And will Lacey end up stranded, or straddled by the hottest bad-boy cowboy the rodeo circuit has ever seen?
Excerpt:
He wrapped his gloved fingers around her arm and steadied her against his side before she was knocked into the snow by the brute-force wind.“I’m goin’ back to my car, you high-handed ass.”God, her sweet drawl was music to his deprived ears. One flare of his temper after he’d lost a big cash prize had sent her packing, and he’d regretted it every minute since.She and her father worked with some of the bulls on the rodeo circuit, and that put her right in Trace’s path more often than he was comfortable with.He shook his head to clear it and continued to haul her through the snowdrifts to his truck. She dug in her heels, but like the rest of the stranded travelers, she was wearing slippery cowboy boots, and she didn’t have a chance against his strength.After ripping open his truck door, he tightened his grip in case she made a break for it. As expected, she struggled even more.“Stay,” he barked.“Am I your dog now?” Too bad her incensed tone wasn’t snatched by the wind.He shot her a look from the corner of his eye. “Hershey listens better than you most of the time.”Hooeee, that was the wrong thing to say. She tried to wrench her arm free, and he tightened his grip again, battling a smile. Damn, he loved to see that spark in her eyes.“Oh, c’mon, Lacey. You know I’m teasing.”She glared through ice-coated eyelashes. “How would you like it if I compared you to my dog?”He probed her gaze for a long second. “Woof.”She rolled her eyes. “If you think I’m going to pet you—”Before she completed the sentence, he tugged her against his chest. The wind threatened to rip his hat off, and he nudged it down a bit more. Was it his imagination or did Lacey’s pupils dilate?
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Nona Raines
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A Glimpse of Unmasked, @darahlace's #Erotic #Romance!

Happy Friday, friends! I have a treat for you today--a glimpse of author friend Darah Lace's newly re-released erotic romance Unmasked! Sit back and enjoy!

After a long business trip, the last thing Spencer Preston wants is to attend a masquerade party. His plan? Get in and get out. However, an encounter with a hot she-devil changes his mind, especially when the siren behind the sequined mask is the prim and proper, no-nonsense, secretary he’s been fighting an attraction to for months. Suspicious of her dual lifestyle, he slips on his mask and sets out to discover her secrets. 

Melody Jamison hates hiding behind her plain-Jane persona, but her last job ended in sexual harassment. To get a promotion at Preston Enterprises, she needs to show Spencer she’s more than just a pretty face. The only problem is, she’s got the hots for her boss. When a friend convinces Melody a masquerade is the perfect place to let her hair down without revealing her true persona, she agrees to night out. But she never dreamed she would meet a mysterious masked stranger who makes her body hum like only Spencer can. 

But there’s a corporate spy running loose at Preston Enterprises and with Melody at the top of the suspect list, Spencer must continue the charade as her masked lover in order to uncover the truth. His hotter-than-Hades assistant proves reluctant to part with answers, yet more than willing to play with fire, drawing them into the flames of a sexual fantasy neither can forget.

*This book was previously published under a different title.

Excerpt:
“Good morning, Ms. Jamison.”Oh, God. She wished he wouldn’t use that tone, all deep and smooth and hot. Sexy-hot. It made her wonder what he sounded like after he’d just made love.“Mr. Preston.” Was that her squeaking?He pushed off the doorframe, and Melody turned around to power up her computer. She sighed in relief and waited for him to close the door.“Getting a head start on the day, are we?”Startled, she swiveled in her chair and found him perched half on, half off the edge of her desk. She’d thought he’d been stretching his legs and was heading back inside his office. Instead, he picked up a pencil and idly tapped the eraser against his thigh. She couldn’t help but notice the way muscle bunched and eased beneath navy trousers as he swung his leg at a slow and steady pace.Wary of his sudden casual approach, she gave him her best schoolteacher expression, brow cocked and lips pursed. “Yes, as a matter of fact.”She nodded in dismissal and concentrated on the files scattered precariously across her desk. What had he been looking for anyway?“Did you have a nice weekend?”Her entire body froze with the exception of her heart, which missed a beat and then began to race. She lifted her gaze to his and searched for reassurance that he knew nothing about Friday night’s escapade. She’d learned the hard way that boys did kiss and tell. And who was to say the man she’d been kissing—among other things—didn’t know Spencer?She cleared her throat. “I beg your pardon?”“Your weekend. How was it?”He waited, gray eyes twinkling expectantly but with no hint of shared knowledge. Still, she wasn’t about to discuss her weekend. Especially with him.“I hardly think that’s relevant.” Melody rose from her chair, hugging the stack of files to her chest, and walked somewhat unsteadily across the room to the filing cabinet. She prayed he would go away as she opened the top drawer and focused her attention on the files in front of her. With shaking hands, she slipped the first folder into its proper place.“Well, now. That all depends.” His deep voice came from directly behind her.She sucked in a breath as he crowded closer. The heat from his body and the scent of his cologne enveloped her, bringing forth images of El Bandito. Spencer’s arm snaked around her waist, and his breath whispered against her cheek. Her eyes closed in expectation as she waited for his lips to seek out the sensitive spot behind her ear. All resolve to keep her sinfully sexy boss at a distance disappeared.“I think you put that one in the wrong place.”It took Melody a moment to register his words as he peered over her shoulder and pointed to the folder labeled Hawke, which had been filed behind Hendrix. Disusted at how easily her body responded to his nearness, she quickly corrected the mistake and slammed the drawer with an angry shove.This was Spencer, not the masked bandit. This was the office, not an alcove in the Galloway’s garden. She opened the second drawer and purposely allowed her elbow to follow its motion, catching him soundly in the stomach.“I didn’t put it there,” she grumbled, pretending not to hear his muffled grunt. That would teach him to mess with her files and to... To what? Make her feel what she shouldn’t feel? Want what she shouldn’t want?She really shouldn’t blame him. Unless he was intentionally crowding her. Again she had to wonder if he knew El Bandito. Maybe he thought her an easy mark now and wanted to score on his own.Spencer rested an arm on the top of the cabinet and grinned as he rubbed his belly, his long fingers making slow circles. “As I was saying, it all depends.”“What are you talking about?” She had completely lost track of the conversation.“Your weekend and the relevancy of whether it was good or not.”Why wouldn’t he let the subject drop?Melody filed the last folder and closed the drawer. She tried not to shake as she walked back to her desk and settled into her chair. Unfortunately, he followed again and stopped in front of her desk, casually folding his arms over his chest.“You see, Ms. Jamison. The weekend is meant for you to get away from the pressures of your job, to relax and unwind. If you don’t do that, the consequences can be relevant to your job performance. Or so I’ve been told.”“Is there a problem with my job performance, Mr. Preston?”“On the contrary, you’re performance has been exemplary.” His voice was suddenly deep and husky.Melody nearly choked even as her nipples beaded and her breasts grew heavy.“I was just making a point,” he said in his usual, matter-of-fact voice, making her wonder if she imagined the sexier tone.She shook herself mentally. “One could also make the point that too much relaxation, or should I say unwinding, could cause one’s job performance to suffer.”“You may have something there. I have heard that too much unwinding isn’t good for the brain.”She thrust a stack of papers at him, trying to get his mind back on business. “Let’s just hope all the unwinding you’ve done hasn’t affected yours. Here are several contracts I finished Friday that need your attention, along with four letters that need your signature.”“I’m sorry if I offended you. I simply wondered how you spend your time away from the office. It occurs to me I don’t know anything about you.”“And it should remain that way, Mr. Preston. Whether or not I unwind is none of your concern.”He laughed as he took the papers from her and turned toward his office. “Quite right, Ms. Jamison. I’ll leave you alone. But you don’t know what you’re missing.”

Unmasked is available at Amazon !

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Nona Raines
Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
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First look at #Blurb for Read To Me by @nonaraines! #Erotic #Romance #TWRP

Happy Friday, friends! If you haven't followed me on Facebook, you might not have heard my exciting news. I have a new erotic romance novella recently contracted by The Wild Rose Press in the Scarlet Rose line. It's titled Read To Me (my editor, the lovely Diana Carlile, came up with the title after a number of missteps on my part, LOL) and it's a bit of a departure for me. It's my first romance featuring a more "mature" heroine, and my first starring a single mother.

You guys get to be the first to see the blurb! (It may be subject to change.)

At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship looks forward to her gay daughter’s upcoming nuptials but believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed—until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and Guy connect over a shared love of erotica and spend an impetuous, hot, "no last names" night together, but more than that, they click on an emotional level.

Blaise is angry and disappointed to find evidence that Guy hasn’t been honest with her and everything they’ve shared was based on a lie she can’t ignore. But avoiding him proves impossible when it turns out that her daughter’s bride-to-be is Guy's niece. Blaise is determined to resist the pull between them, but how long can she hold out?
Thanks for letting me share my news. The story is currently in edits, but trust me, I'll keep you apprised of all news. :-)
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Nona Raines
Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
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#SexySnippet Domestic Discipline Needed by Rachell Nichole

Hey Readers! 

Welcome back to the Divas site. As we gear up for NaNoWriMo this year, I've started cheating early! :-) Isn't that nice? 

I'll be on my first family vacation in 7 years during the first week of November, so I want to get a jump start on NaNo before November 1. Unethical? Maybe. But I'm doing it anyway. 

So here's a Sexy Snippet from Domestic Discipline Needed, my BDSM-themed erotic romance that I'll be writing for NaNo this year... 

He slipped the veil over her eyes, shrouding her in darkness and she shivered. She could feel the heat of him behind her, pressing into her body. Warming her in a way nothing else could. She wanted to lift her fingers to feel the soft fabric, but knew she couldn’t. Knew her hands were bound behind her in an equally soft fabric. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of her heart, but she could feel. The tight corset laced around her middle came up to just the peak of her breasts, chafing her nipples with every inhale and sending a delicious spiral of desire straight to her core.He tugged at the restraints around her wrists, forcing her shoulders down and back and thrusting her nipples in one hard jolt against the edge of the corset. She gasped at the contact. He pushed a leg between hers, keeping a firm grip on her restraints and inching her heeled feet apart just a little more. Her bottom half lay bare to his hungry gaze, save for the red stilettos he’d bought for her. Spoiling her brought him pleasure, and who was she to deny him anything? She clenched her thigh muscles to keep herself upright when she was already so full of need she wanted to beg. But it was too early in the night for that. If she started begging now it would be hours before he granted her release. Hours of the most unbelievable pleasure she’d ever experienced, surely, but she didn’t want to wait that long. He clipped the ribbon between her wrists to a chair and she followed his footsteps in her mind as he came around to face her. She couldn’t see him. But she could feel him there. Could feel his hot gaze as it roamed over her body. He moaned in appreciation of the view and she felt an answering rush of wetness soak her core. Only he could do this to her. Dress her up the way he wanted with such slow caressing touches that she burned for him even before the scene really started. He reached around her to cup both ass cheeks in his large hands and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out at just that simple touch. “Good girl,” he said. The caress of his voice was like a thousand feathers trailing down her spine at once. He smacked her right butt cheek hard and this time a little squeal escaped before she could stop it.
“Maybe not so good after all.” 

Amanda in the Summer by Brenda Whiteside #LiteraryNook #blogtour #review

Title: Amanda in the SummerAuthor: Brenda WhitesideGenres: Historical Romance, Women’s FictionPublisher: The Wild Rose PressRelease Date: 8/27/2013Blurb:Three generations of women…and the secret that strengthens their love.A line of women, all named Amanda, stretches back for generations. Each with her hopes, her joys, her pain—each pouring out her heart in correspondence with a dear family friend who shares their lives, understands their loves, and joins in their sorrows.But within the correspondence lies a secret. And as the youngest of the Amandas retraces the journey through the years—beginning in post-war America and following through to modern day—the letters reveal, layer by layer, the Amandas who came before her. Soon, the truths and lies hidden in the letters lead her down a path of self-discovery that forges a bond between her past and future.

EXCERPT:August 24, 1968
Dear Tilly,
A few days of bliss with no one to talk to but theseagulls. I have you to thank for this. I’m so glad youpopped back after Amanda, Robert, and Mother left. Thestrain I put on all of us while you were here would’vedragged on for who knows how long if you hadn’treturned. Once again, Tilly, you read the tea leaves andrighted things.
My moods have been so ragged of late. Jealousy ofall things. Jealous that you could talk to my daughter,get along so lovely with her, which I’ve had difficultydoing these last few months. Jealous of your longerrunning friendship with Robert than with me. I’m notsure if I was jealous of him or you. You’re both mine.And angry that the two of you are uncomfortable aroundeach other after so many years and not making sense ofthat. When Robert left, I tried to give him the blueswimsuit you had left behind and asked him to drop inon you to return it. He said no, I could do it when I gotback. This was so unlike him and did more to unsettleme...
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Nona's Review:

This is an epistolary novel that takes the reader through several generations. It begins in the 1940s in an exchange of letters between Amanda and her dear friend Tilly. Actually, we only see Amanda’s letters, not Tilly’s responses. Though the two women are close friends, their lives take very different paths. Amanda, expecting her first child, has settled into married life while Tilly seems to be living a more exciting life in the city, single and free. Amanda spends her summers at a beach cottage, often with only her mother for company while her husband is working in the city.
We learn that Tilly was friendly with Amanda’s husband before Amanda married him, and as the letters continue, they are peppered with tantalizing hints as to the relationships among them. As time passes, Amanda’s daughter (also named Amanda) corresponds with Tilly, who remains unmarried. Through her we see the “peace and love” era of the 1960s. Further along, a third Amanda (a granddaughter) writes Tilly as well.
Though we’ve “come a long way, baby”, women still wonder if we can have it all, and if that’s even desirable. I enjoyed the way the author wove events of the time, and changing mores, into the story. As a reader I had to wonder if the 1940s Amanda, Tilly’s friend, was as innocent (oblivious?) as her letters suggested, or if she had doubts that she simply preferred not to face. I’m glad the author chose not to spell everything out, but left the mystery unanswered.

This is a story of mothers and daughters, love and friendship, and the decisions we all have to make. I recommend Amanda in the Summer to readers who enjoy woman’s fiction written with a light touch. Author Bio:I was born and raised in Arizona. Outside of Arizona, my travels had only gone as far as California, Nevada, and New Mexico until I married a man doing a stint in the Army. If the Army offered nothing else, we at least had the opportunity to see a good part of the world. And we found we liked moving around.Our frequent moves continued into our civilian life. Our gypsy lifestyle has finally landed us in the northern prairies of Arizona. We’re transitioning from city people to country folk. We share our rambling farmhouse with our son the farmer, his wife, my granddaughter and three dogs. Together, we’ve embraced an age-old lifestyle that has been mostly lost in the United States - multiple generations living under one roof, who share the workload, follow their individual dreams and reap the benefits of combined talents.Although I didn’t start out to write romance, I’ve found all good stories have to involve complicated human relationships. I’ve also learned, no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or mystery, all my books revolve around those two facts.Follow Brenda on:Her website: www.brendawhiteside.comOn Facebook: www.facebook.com/BrendaWhitesideAuthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/#!/brendawhitesid2Blogs on 9th and 24th: http://rosesofprose.blogspot.comBlogs about Prairie Life and Writing: http://brendawhiteside.blogspot.com/