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War's Passion on Friday Flames

I'm very happy to host Lia Davis during her War's Passion book tour.

HOT Excerpt:

“Still up for a swim?”
A slow smile lifted her sensual lips and she proceeded to remove her clothes. When she was done, she gave him a sexy grin before running toward the water. Delight bubbled up in his chest then turned into a need to chase her. He darted after her, running and jumping over the small waves as they broke on the shore.
When he caught up with her, he tackled her into the next, larger wave. When they surfaced, she laughed out loud and splashed water at him. “You’ll pay for that, dragon.”
He raised a brow. “Oh yeah? I look forward to it.”
Closing the distance, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. A moaned escaped her as she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling slightly as she fisted a handful. He slid his hands down her back, over the curve of her ass and lifted her so she could wrapped her legs around him, her pussy pinning his cock to his stomach. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, making her move her hips against him, stroking his dick with each slow movement.
He trailed his hand further down her ass and between her thighs and slid one finger inside her. Her muscles tightened around him and she gasped against his lips then started sucking his tongue. Pleasure built to the point he almost came. Breaking the kiss, he kissed his way down her cheek to her neck while fingering her slick pussy.
Gwen tightened her grip in his hair and increased her rhythm against him. Pleasure built in a powerful wave until it crashed over them, pulling them under as an orgasm ripped through both of them.
Wrapping his arms around her to hold her still, he walked them to the shore and laid her down on the hard, wet sand. Bringing his hand to her face, he swiped a few strands of hair away and held her gaze. She was beautiful, her eyes half closed and her full lips slightly parted. Gods, he’d never have enough of her, he knew that now.

Now that he’d tasted her, he couldn’t give her up.
***
War’s Passion, Sons of War book 1By Lia DavisPublished by: Fated Desires PublishingGenre: paranormal romance, dragon-shiftersHeat level: 4 flames
Series blurb:
Blurb: After losing her parents in a brutal attack from a monster straight out of her nightmares, Gwendolyn Preston tries to pick up the shattered pieces of her life. Along with her best friend, she moves to a small fishing village on the coast of Maine to find a new life away from the nightmares that haunt her. Just when she believes her life could go back to normal, the deliciously dark and handsome Markus Sullivan disrupts her hopes to grieve in peace.  Markus drew the short straw when it came to being the liaison between his father, Ares—God of War—and his brothers. When he discovers that the earth bound demi-gods, known as the descendants, have banded together to start another rebellion against the gods, it becomes his number one priority to stop them. That is until he meets Gwen, the granddaughter of Aphrodite, and the next target of the descendants. Together, their path is rife with passion and danger. It might take more than the son of War to win this battle…Gwen herself.
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About the Author:Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very active imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.
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Other books by Lia:Ashwood Falls (shifters):#0.5 ~ Winter Eve#1 ~ A Tiger’s Claim#2 ~ A Mating Dance#3 ~ Surrendering to the Alpha#3.5 ~ A Rebel’s Heart#4 ~Divided Loyalties

Stand alone:Ravished Before Sunrise
Coming Soon3/18 - Ashwood Falls Vol. 1 (includes Winter Eve, A Tiger’s Claim, and A Mating Dance)Date TBD - Business Pleasures (Pleasures of the Heart #1)5/27 - A Rebel’s Heart (Ashwood Falls 3.5) previously published in the Ever After anthologyDate TBD – Ashes of War (Sons of War #2)

GIVEAWAY!Lia is giving away an executive swag pack (includes a War’s Passion fleece blanket, a hand sanitizer spray pump, a glass nail file, a War’s Passion spiral notebook, and a WP necklace hand made by Stone Soup Designs), a free eBook from her backlist (excluding War’s Passion), and a Lia Davis tote bag.
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After you enter the giveaway, please feel free to comment and share your own STEAMY scene!

99 cents for a Billionaire - Friday Flames

I belong to a group of romance writers and we call ourselves the Wicked Women. 
A while back, one of the Wickeds presented an idea that we each write a short story and publish our work in an anthology. Great idea!!


Bad timing for me since I'm neck deep in Centaurs, Trolls, and Nymphs. (ask me again next time, ladies!!)

The lovely Wicked Women wrote their wicked stories and published the book.


And it's only 99 cents!!!
I'm proud to present some wickedly sexy snippets from each of their stories.







SEXY CLIT CLIP: WRONG FOR MS. WRIGHT( SERAPHINA DONAVAN)
His fingers slid along her cleft, parting her gently, his touch providing equal parts relief and torment. On the verge of begging, Georgie sobbed in relief when he slid his fingers inside her, touching her deeply, pressing into her and easing the unbearable ache. Clutching at his arms, she lifted her hips, welcoming his touch eagerly.
SEXY CLIT CLIP: LET IT SNOW (BRANDI GILLILIAN)
He moved his fingers down along her fold until he reached her entrance soaked with her essences and thrust two fingers in, sending her shrieking over the edge of a climax. Jace didn’t release her until she rode it out with his fingers and mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled away and grinned wickedly at her. “How was that?”
SEXY CLIT CLIP: SNOWED IN (NIKKI PRINCE)
“Give me what I want.”
He still didn’t move and she wanted to punch him and give him what he wanted all at the same time. She did the latter. She reached between them and moaned as she played with her clit like he wanted.
SEXY CLIT CLIP: RICH GIRL (KATE BAUM)
His eyes were glazed as he glanced down at my nakedness. His expression glinted with mischief at the same moment his thumb began to massage my clit. “Oh yeah, you weren’t kidding about being wet,” he crooned.
SEXY CLIT CLIP: FALLING (SIOBHAN MACKINZIE)
The taste and the smell of her were so intoxicating that his head was spinning. He slipped two fingers inside of her, finding the place he knew would drive her to the brink, bringing the flood of her racing over his hand as hard as the rain poured outside.
SEXY CLIT CLIP: LUCKY BREAK (LEANORE ELLIOTT)
He continued with his lapping and teasing of her clit. Flicking her bud and swirling his tongue at intervals. Then, he eased two fingers in and plunged them succinctly as her moisture slicked them.
Tingles went up and down her spine as her toes literally curled.

Book Trailer: 



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Now - share your SEXY scene. Light us on fire! Heat us up from the inside out.

Finding Pride on Friday Flames!

Happy Valentine's Day!
Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.

It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination and attention. To hold them in a grip so tight...they go up in flames.

Today, I want you to share your  Smoking Hot  scene, the one that sends the reader... up in flames .

It doesn't have to be graphic, tension can increase the pounding of our blood. Lead us to the moment, keep us hanging by a thread.

To start it off, here's an excerpt from NY Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jill Sanders and her book: Finding Pride.


News Flash! Finding Pride is currently FREE!!(2/6/14 - 2/28/14)
He was addicted to her taste. He wanted to drown in her lips. He kept the kiss soft until she let out the smallest of moans and wrapped her arm around him. Then he dragged her closer to himself and plundered her soft lips.
Their tongues began dueling a battle they both enjoyed. His hands had been on her hips, but now they started to roam her small frame. He could feel her slender form under the jacket, and he wanted more. He reached under with shaking hands, feeling her soft form through the shirt underneath. He ran his hand up and cupping her, as his other hand pressed her closer.
Megan was back in her dream, the smells and tastes coming back to her. His hands just there and his mouth hot on hers. When he reached down to unbutton the first few buttons of the jacket she pulled her head back, giving him access.
His lips left her mouth to trail down her slender neck, slowly descending towards his destination. He pulled the buttons loose on her shirt and opened the neck line to expose the white skin underneath. She wore nothing underneath tonight, which caused him to let out a groan.
He pulled his head back and just looked at her. She was so beautiful, with her hair flowing around her shoulders. He had pushed the jacket off her and it now pooled at her feet, her exposed skin was pale and looked soft. He bent his head to claim her with his lips.
She was soft and tasted of spring. He reached over and played lightly with her other nipple, which hardened instantly. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling her down to the soft grass. He’d gotten so hard, just looking at her, but now after tasting her, he was painfully so.
She could smell the sweet grass as they crushed it underneath them. She felt his lips roaming over her and enjoyed the feel of him tugging lightly on her nipples.
She arched her back so he would have better access and gripped his shoulder tightly. She moved her cast arm further out of the way so it was lying on the grass beside her.
Todd’s weight pinned her to the grass as he enjoyed her skin, causing goose bumps on the exposed skin. His hips were pressed up against hers, and she felt his hardness against her hip. She rubbed her hip over him and he let out a moan.

Pulling his head back, he looked down at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wide, looking back at him.


Back cover blurb for Finding Pride:Megan Kimble was traveling a long way to find the next chapter in her life, one that would not include her brother Matt. Losing him now was tragic, even more so since she had finally freed herself from the abuse and the shame of a bad marriage. She had spent years hiding things from Matt, so he wouldn't know about her horrible life. Keeping her secret world of bruises, cuts, and broken bones, much like the one she now sported with a large white cast. 
Dealing with her loss was hard, but, now she was thinking of taking over Matt's new business venture. This could be the fresh start she needed, a new town, a new place to forget the pain and maybe she could learn to trust again.
Todd Jordan was a successful businessman, who had once lost it all, and now he had just lost his best friend and business partner. But, then she came into town broken and scared, and for the first time in a long time he was looking forward to his future. Breaking down Megan's barriers would take patience and strength, and he would need that strength to keep what he loves safe.
Bio:NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jill Sanders survived 80's pop music, and life as an identical twin in a chaotic family of nine. A feat by any standard! She was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, relocating to Colorado for college and a successful IT career at IBM in Boulder.
Narrowly escaping before all creativity was squashed, she jumped at the chance to trade the mundane world of computers for the sexy, exciting world of her own imagination. She now lives in charming rural Texas writing wonderful novels such as the Pride series.
Buy Links: amazon US   amazon UK   b&n   kobo   sony   ibook    google
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Wish I wrote that!

Last week I asked if you've ever read a book that made you say, “What a great line. I wish I wrote that!”

We had such a great response, I'm doing it again and will make it a weekly event.

Following is a collection of authors who are sharing their best lines. I've included buy links in case you're like me and just gotta read more. Click on the titles to be whisked to the site.



~ Sunset Warrior

“Yep, we’ve been out here in the sun way too long, fellas,” the man with the long, gray beard spoke up, meeting her gaze with a serious expression. “Or, maybe we’re all dead, and this here is the angel they sent.”






~ Viking Fire

“I am not marrying.” She shook her head for emphasis. “So there will be no morning, nor night, nor wedding.”










~ Rowena Through the Wall
"Is that a broadsword on your belt, or are you just glad to see me?"








~ Predator's Refuge (Gemini Island Shifters 3)
Tendrils of teasing perfume waved around her body, blending into the golden brown highlights in her hair and winding their way around her hips and breasts. Exuding from her pores and sinking straight into his. Delicious, sensual saturation.


~ Troll-y Yours (book 2 of The Centaurs series)

Kempor Aleksander pounded his hips against the hottest female Centaur in all 
Boronda. And he was bored.

Friday Flames is a Lady's Destiny!

Welcome to Friday Flames, where words can heat us up!

I'm very happy to have paranormal erotic romance author A.R. Von with her latest release:



Lady’s Destiny HOT excerpt

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “That smells lovely Dezso. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.” She moves closer to me, licking her lips and looking at me in the most sensual way.I feel the blood rush straight to my cock and a tingle go from my spine to my balls just from that small action. “Iria?” I feel trapped by her gaze. I cannot move. She draws nearer. So close, I can feel her warm breath on my neck.She stretches up on her toes and presses her body against mine. Her eyes briefly widen as she notices my erection. Then, she lets out a soft moan and places both of her hands against my face, pulling me closer for a kiss. Our tongues duel as if they are in a battle for power. I follow through, giving as good as she gives and throw in a suckling of her tongue for good measure. 



Bio:A.R. was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associate’s Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. She’s a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She’s also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time she enjoys exercising, writing, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing and reading. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book!
She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.

She also loves to hear from her reader’s and chat away, so feel free to reach out to her any time.A.R.’s web site: http://ar-von.com/ A.R.’s fb page: https://www.facebook.com/ARVon2 Twitter: https://twitter.com/ARVonDreamZ
Feel free to share a STEAMY excerpt of your own! Let's get sweaty!!!

HOT guys in commercials (yee-haw!)

Saw this and couldn't keep it to myself. What better way to celebrate Hump Day?

I am proud to present the Hunk Commercials!





Have a great Wednesday, everyone!
Love,
Sheri

Wish I wrote that!

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Have you ever read a book that made you say, “What a great line. I wish I wrote that!”

I asked authors to share their best lines. Following is a collection, with buy links — in case you're like me and just gotta read more. Click on the titles to be whisked to the sites.



~ Love's Prophecy (First runner up in the 2013 RONE awards)

“My son, the power of the prophecy does not reside in the mark. It is in love.” A gentle hand wrapped around Mel's wrist, bringing it to rest against Breeana's abdomen. “It is only my daughters who carry the mark, to help guide the ones chosen to find each other."




~  Remedy Maker  (book 1 of The Centaurs)

"Oh, babe…" With her love and essence planted firmly in his mind, he crushed his lips to her cold ones, commanding through his kiss that she respond to him. 











~  The Garnet Dagger
I’ve known death. For over half a millennia, I escorted many to death at the end of my sword. In the eyes of the dying, I watched it shroud them.










~ Hard Core


Slade’s heart pounded. You belong to me. Why did those words affect him? He belonged to no one.







~ Shot Through the Heart


She couldn’t, wouldn’t fall in love with him.
But she could forget…for a little while.












~ Her Eternal Rogue

Silence loomed between them. His piercing blue eyes locked on her. "I came back for you."









Thank you to all the authors who participated! Have a great weekend.
Sheri Fredricks

Friday Flames are giggling!

Welcome to FRIDAY FLAMES!
Today's special guest is none other than Funny GirlMelodie Campbell
She's sharing an excerpt from her hit romantic comedy:



I screamed.
“Don’t kill him!”

Cedric turned to me. His eyes were that brilliant green that lacked soul. He sheathed his sword, and as he did, the dark green eyes returned to normal.

“I haven’t. He’s merely in a daze. It will pass in an hour.”

 He snorted then. “I could have killed him. I wanted to. Consider it my gift to you that I didn’t.”

I sat, immobile. The draw was starting up again, slow, insidious. As long as Cedric was occupied with defense, I could fight to keep my mind independent of his. But when he turned his full attention upon me…I shivered.

“He can’t kill me—none of them can kill me.” He spat in the direction of the body. “Do not think you’ll be rid of me, Rowena. I can’t be killed.”

Dear God, what did he mean by that? Was he no longer human?

He moved to the window with startling speed, eyes sweeping the land for riders. “I don’t blame you for this. I hardly blame him. You are too much a temptation. I need to get you back to Huel.”

He spun back, eyes on me again. I cried out from the pain of it and I felt his answering howl, as the draw shook him where he stood.

“Damn the gods! How can I hold my powers at bay with you so close—“

He was across the room in a second, down on the floor over me, gathering me to him. The pain gave way to unbelievable release—not joy, oh no, never joy—but like a cage of pain being ripped away. I didn’t try to resist it. No, I didn’t resist his hand in my hair, his lips on my throat moving down and down. Already, my legs were moving apart, betraying the thoughtless, helpless creature I was becoming.

His mouth moved down further and I let him, dear God, I welcomed it, his mouth on my skin, knowing me, claiming me, and then…

I jerked and cried out when he entered me. He roared like a lion, pulled back, then burst forward again, and I grabbed his tunic hard and pulled. The cloth ripped in my hands, and I heard him laugh like a demon. His face came down on mine, and we were drowning, fighting for air, and I let go—gave in to the madness, and the waves roared, and the room pitched, and I was one with something greater than human—

The room was still now. I opened my eyes. Cedric was sitting cross-legged beside me on the floor with concern on his face. Concern?

“I lost you for a time there,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

This was an old Cedric—a Cedric from before the magic had ruled him.




Melodie Campbell achieved a personal best this year when Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich.  She has over 200 publications, including 100 comedy credits, 40 short stories, and 5 novels. She has won 6 awards for fiction and is the Executive Director of Crime Writers of Canada. www.melodiecampbell.comROWENA AND THE DARK LORD, book 2 in the Land’s End series, is NOW AVAILABLEhttp://www.amazon.com/Rowena-Dark-Lord-Lands-ebook/dp/B00CIZZS70/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1367004079&sr=8-3&keywords=rowena+and+the+dark+lord


ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL, book 1 in the Land’s End series “Hot and hilarious!” (Midwest Book Review)http://www.amazon.com/Rowena-Through-Wall-Expanded-ebook/dp/B007B4Q868/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367012382&sr=1-3




Please feel free to share a HOT excerpt of your own (don't forget buy links) or comment on what you've read. 


Have a blistering day!

Shot Through the Heart

A new Western Romance has hit the virtual shelves and it looks to be a great one!
If you’re a lover of cowboys, you’ll want to grab this up. For a limited time, it’s on sale for $0.99 cents!! 
Yee-Haw!!



Blurb: Laramie Porter has tried to get her drug-addicted brother help, but he’s refused every time. When she finds her sister-in-law —and her best friend— murdered, Laramie vows to have him convicted. 
Before Laramie can flee, her brother takes her and his wife’s body into the mountains and throws them from a cliff. Somehow, Laramie lands on a ledge. After what her brother has done, she doesn’t want to ever believe in another man, but Derrick earns her trust when he protects her from the man who would see her dead.
To cover up the evidence of his crime, Lawrence starts a wildfire.
Derrick Garrison is through with women after he learns his ex-wife was a bigamist who only wanted his money. Believing a lightning strike started a wildfire, he’s pushing his cattle out of harm’s way when he discovers a woman huddled on a cliff side. Derrick can’t believe the same sheriff who helped bring his ex to justice murdered his wife. But when the cocaine addicted lawman tracks Laramie through a raging fire, attempting to kill them both, Derrick becomes a true believer. His protective instinct kicks in and he falls in love with the woman in danger.
Together, they survive the fire, the attempts on their lives and a bounty on their heads…to see justice served. And fall in love.



Bio: Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. 
Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. 
Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks, and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!

Buy it here:   Amazon
She loves to hear from readers! Please contact her at:dldauthor@frontier.nethttp://dlindunauthor.blogspot.com/http://www.facebook.com/DLindunAuthorhttp://www.amazon.com/DAnn-Lindun/e/B008DKL9TU

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No fork required for this waffle

I have a critique partner who writes amazing historical Scottish Highland romance. She’s yet unpublished, but I know she'll soon find her place in the literary world.



As with all new writers, and I was no different, she’s waffling in indecision of whether to pursue publication via Traditional with an agent, Indie publishers, or Self-publish on her own.
While that may not mean much to readers because, after all, you just want to read the damn book, this is one of the toughest decisions a new author faces after entering the writing world.
There’s no going back to restart the beginning of your career. There are no do-overs — not unless you reinvent yourself under a new name, that is. This decision will set your course for the next few years, if not longer.
She asked what I thought, and I told her it’s a crap shoot. It depends on a variety of things:
v  What you’re willing to give or takev  How much time and money you can investv  If you’re willing to educate yourself  (which relates to the bullet point above)
I started out by seeking an agent to represent me. With suggestions of a few published author friends, I submitted my work to ePublishers. I made the choice to take a chance on a new Indie publisher when a contract was offered.
Folks, some gambles just don’t pay off. It’s part of the crap shoot. The new ePublisher closed their doors unexpectedly four days after Remedy Maker hit the virtual shelves. I'd been a signed author for less than six months.
Ouch – reality bites.
For every new author, there’s a different answer on which way to throw your career dart. I don’t think one publishing method fits all. Perhaps multiple streams of publication is the answer.
I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it out.
Maybe the mighty Zoltar has the answer.
Have you been affected by the rise and fall of an Indie publisher? Has Self-publication been overwhelming and not what you thought it would be? Are you happy to write your stories and let your agent or Traditional publication house handle the rest?

I’d love to hear your opinion of the world of publication — pro, con, or indifferent.