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July 11, 2014
Amazon Bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills's book is on sale for a limited time. Very Wicked things: New Adult Romance.

Very Wicked Things (A stand alone Briarcrest Academy novel) is on sale for a limited time for $.99 cents!!
Book Description:
Ballerina Dovey Beckham is a scholarship student at Briarcrest Academy, determined to prove she’s more than just a girl with the wrong pedigree. She does whatever it takes to succeed in her endgame, even if it means surrendering her body but never her heart.
Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might just shatter.
Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.
Until the day he meets her, and she offers him something he’s never tasted…love.
But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come easy…especially when dirty money, past sins, and old flames threaten the very fabric of their lives.Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where sometimes, only the wicked survive.WARNING: This new adult romance is dark and edgy with mature content. Over 18 please.
THIS IS NOT YOUNG ADULT .
Excerpt for Very Wicked Things Book #2 of the Briarcrest Academy Seriesby Ilsa Madden-Mills
I got out of the shower and dressed hurriedly, anxious to get back to Cuba.The door opened, and like he did it every single day, he stepped inside the steamy bathroom. “Think I need a shower, too,” he said, his fingers easing off his football practice shirt. What? Now?Trying to play it cool and failing miserably, I moved my eyes off his naked chest and checked out his track pants and the obvious bulge he sported. Oh. Did his lower body match the rest of him? Was it all sinewy muscle and big? Just, yeah. That thought got stuck in my head and went round and round. “You staying?” he asked, a grin working his face. Pleased at my open admiration, probably.“No,” I said, but made no move to go. ‘Cause I had no shame when it came to catching a glimpse of his muscular body.“Good,” he said, his smile broadening.He pivoted to turn on the shower, and my eyes betrayed me again, admiring the muscles in his back, checking out how they twitched and rippled when he moved. Football and rowing had been good to him. My fingers itched to know how they’d feel underneath my hands. Which was stupid because we had nothing in common. Not a rich Highland Park boy and a poor girl from Ratcliffe. And most importantly, he was a player, not to be trusted.He hooked his thumbs into his pants, paused a moment—maybe waiting to see if I’d run from the room?—but when I didn’t budge, he slid them and his underwear off. My mouth opened. Cuba Hudson, the most popular guy at Briarcrest was standing right in front of me, naked and beautiful. And like the cocky bastard he was, he posed for me, his big-ass biceps and chiseled abs making me vibrate all over. Need for him slammed into me.Did I say he was hot? Well, I was wrong. He was off-the-charts, no-holds-barred, freaking going make-me-lose-my-mind-right-there delicious. The ultimate man-candy, the kind I knew to stay away from, yet here I was, ogling him.“Still leaving?” he asked huskily.“Any minute,” I said in a weak voice, backing up to the wall and propping myself up. “Just chillin’. Shower wore me out. I might need to hold this wall up for a sec.”“I want you to stay,” he said, eyes at half-mast, glowing with heat.“Why?” I said, aching to touch him. But that was crazy. I was a virgin, and I didn’t know jack about touching a guy’s you-know-what. “Look at me, Dovey.”I tore my eyes from his manhood, blushing.His eyes burned. “There’s a sense of urgency in my head. Like our time is limited.”I nodded. Yeah, same here.“And, I’ll be honest, I don’t want to rush you, but I’m dying to sink into you. I want to set you on fire with need for me.” He ghosted his hands over the steel rod between his legs. Once, twice, and—holy shizzle, he didn’t stop. My chest rose faster and faster, and I tried to chill-out, but I couldn’t.He lowered his voice. “Kiss me again, Dovey.”Oh. “That’s a terrible idea, Cuba. Cause you’re naked, and I’m turned on because you’re naked. And you’re touching yourself. And you’re naked.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Not a good combo. Odds are we’ll end up in that shower together or back in your bed doing the double-backed monster.”“Then join me in the shower. I’ll be good. For you.” He arched his back, his hands still doing that back and forth that was driving me insane.Liar, liar, pants on fire, I thought. No way he would he be good. Because he was the Heartbreaker of Briarcrest Academy.And one wicked boy.© Ilsa Madden-Mills

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Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She spends her days with two small kids, a neurotic cat, and her Viking husband. She collects magnets and rarely cooks except to bake her own pretzels. When she’s not typing away at a story, you can find her drinking too much Diet Coke, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash. She loves to hear from fans and fellow authors.
Author praise for Very Wicked Things:
"Cuba is hot, delicious, and intoxicating...the perfect book boyfriend. Be prepared for a heartbreaking and addictive read." ~Tijan, New York Times Bestselling Author
"Angst, dark secrets, and off the charts sexiness abound in this twisty installment of the Briarcrest Academy Series. First love never sounded so hot and good. Ilsa never disappoints!" ~Shanora Williams, New York Times Bestselling Author
"Ilsa Madden-Mills slayed my heart in the best kind of way. Cuba's pain was like my very own. Absolutely gut-wrenching." ~Crystal Spears, International Bestselling Author
"Ilsa does it again with Very Wicked Things. You'll be holding on to your seat through a few wicked twists so buckle up and enjoy the ride.
~ Megan Smith, USA Today Bestselling Author
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Published on July 11, 2014 08:00
July 10, 2014
Book Blast: Love series by Megan Smith. USA Today Bestseller of Contemporary Romance.


SYNOPSIS:
MacKenzie Cahill has dealt with overbearing and overprotective brothers her entire life, making it near impossible to enjoy her teenage years. Having a boyfriend was practically impossible until she met a guy that wasn't afraid to stand up to them - Dominic. He was sweet, thoughtful, and everything MacKenzie ever wanted in a man.
But when they go away to college at Old Dominion University, MacKenzie sees a whole new side of Dominic and begins to wonder if he really is different from every other guy.
Her world is turned upside down after a party, and her brothers' best friend Hunter is the one there to offer her a shoulder to cry on. The chemistry between them is electric, and feelings for each other that have been hidden for years are finally voiced.
Is Hunter willing to be disloyal to his best friends in order to be with the one girl he's always secretly wanted?

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SYNOPSIS:
Hunter finally has MacKenzie Cahill, the girl of his dreams. A horrible accident finds those dreams threatened. As their lives change, secrets begin to surface. These revelations could prove to be either the downfall of Hunter and MacKenzie or the catalyst that strengthens their bond.
Hunter has painful choices to make. Will he realize what he has before it’s gone? He knows what he must do to save his future, but will he be leaving everyone else in his past?
Will the bond between the two families be strong enough to keep them together?

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SYNOPSIS:
What do you do when the one you’ve always wanted becomes too Hard to Love?
Hailey Taylor's heart has always belonged to Mason Cahill, but one secret has changed everything.
Things on the baseball field come easy for Mason Cahill. Why can’t the rest of his life be simple? Mason's finally admitted he wants the one girl he can be himself around, but one secret destroyed that.
Their love isn't sweet and simple. It's hot, loud, and messy. But now, when he's finally all in, she’s folded. Sparks fly. Tempers flare. Hearts shatter. One thing is certain… everything has changed.
Who will be too Hard to Love?

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LET ME LOVE YOU (Book #4)Releases on July 21st
SYNOPSIS:
Jaylinn McCormick is determined to forget that one terrifying night which left her feeling broken and tainted. There is one person who can make her whole again… but he is hell bent on keeping her at arm’s length. She has loved him her entire life but can she wait for him to step up to the plate?
Cooper Cahill has loved Jaylinn for years. He wants nothing more than to put all her pieces back together but he deems himself unworthy. Choosing between his baseball career and Jaylinn has him feeling lost. Does he have what it takes to put Jaylinn’s heart back together again?
When their paths cross will they intersect or blindly pass each other by?
Will their lives take them in different directions?


USA TODAY bestselling author Megan Smith is a New Jersey native managing purchasing for an award-winning business IT and software development firm - and by night creating the memorable characters her fans have grown to adore. Smith's The Love Series introduces readers to MacKenzie Cahill - a hopeful young woman who experiences adversity, challenges and the bittersweet triumph of true, authentic love.
Smith is a wife and mother, who makes time for her family, professional life and the creation of the Cahill's world. Fans of The Love Series - Trying Not To Love You, Easy To Love You, Hard To Love You - are captivated by relationships, special bonds and family ties pervasive in Smith's emotional, energized and engaging work. Smith is also the author of the 2014 releases, Let Me Love You - continuations of The Love Series, Finding Us (Finding Series) and a few top secret projects.
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Published on July 10, 2014 11:30
Interview with Shirleen Davies author of MacLarens of Fire Mountain Series. Book 3 is now available. Enter the giveaway and win an amazing prize.

One More Day Book Three, MacLarens of Fire Mountain Contemporary Romance SeriesBy Shirleen Davies

Book Synopsis:
Cameron “Cam” Sinclair is smart, driven, and dedicated, with an easygoing temperament that belies his strong will and the personal ambitions he holds close. Besides his family, his job as head of IT at the MacLaren Cattle Company and his position as a Search and Rescue volunteer arLainey is compassionate, independent, and ready to break away from her manipulative and controlling fiancé. Just as her decision is made, she’s called into a major search and rescue effort, where once again, her path crosses with the intriguing, and much too handsome, Cam Sinclair. But Lainey’s plans are set. An opportunity to buy a flourishing preschool in northern Arizona is her chance to make a fresh start, and nothing, not even her fierce attraction to Cam Sinclair, will impede her plans.
As Lainey begins to settle into her new life, an unexpected danger arises —threats from an unknown assailant—someone who doesn’t believe she belongs in Fire Mountain. The more Lainey begins to love her new home, the greater the danger becomes. Can she accept the help and protection Cam offers while ignoring her consuming desire for him?
Even if Lainey finally accepts her attraction to Cam, will he ever be able to come to terms with his own driving ambition and allow himself to consider a different life than the one he’s always pictured? A life with the one woman who offers more than he’d ever hoped to find?
Read One More Day, another heart-warming and romantic story of passion, love, choices, and commitment in the MacLarens of Fire Mountain Contemporary Romance series.

Author Info:
I have been writing most of my life, but only recently began the transition into fiction. Historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and short stories are what keep me reading, so that is the focus of my writing.
I was born in California, grew up between a growing beach town and a small town at the base of the San Bernardino mountains. My mother originally planned to name me Katherine, but she read an article in the paper about a woman named Shirleen shortly before my birth, so instead of having a cool nickname, like Kate, I am simply Shirleen. My mainstays growing up were all the Nancy Drew mystery books; I loved them. Eventually I moved on to mysteries, suspense stories, crime novels, and romance. Pride and Prejudice will always be one of my favorites.
Besides California, life changes have allowed me to live in Oregon, Colorado, and Arizona. Everywhere I have lived has been inspirational in one way or another, giving me the opportunity to meet remarkable people with their own stories to tell. I've sailed, skied, owned horses plus lots of other animals, and ridden various off-road vehicles. I enjoy dancing, fishing, hunting, being the back-seater on my husband's Harley, traveling and, of course, reading and writing.
Prior to transitioning to writing fiction, I worked for Fortune 500 and many smaller, start-up companies. Fortunately, I regained my sanity long enough to start my own consulting firm, which I still maintain today.
My husband and I spend most of our time at our main home in the mountains of Arizona and our second home in Southern California. Between us we have five boys with growing careers and families of their own. So, from my perspective, my life is a success and always an adventure. I wouldn't change a thing; well, except finding more time to write.
I love hearing from readers, so please feel email me at shirleen@shirleendavies.com.
One More Day, by Shirleen Davies1. Are you famous is the general question I get when family and friends introduces me to their friends. It always left me with a pause as quick comebacks filters through my mind but ending up saying something like ….”Oh gee thanks” and give a shy smile, silly I know but the idea unsettles me. (a)Does this happen to you and (b) what do you say?
I haven’t gotten that particular question. What I usually get is “Wow, you’re an author. What do you write?” My response includes, “Yes, I am an author. I write historical western romance, contemporary romance, and romantic suspense. I currently have nine (or whatever the number is) books available.” At that point they will ask “where are they for sale?”—which is always a good sign. Of course I respond with where the books may be purchased.
2. In general do you like to talk about you writing and published books or are you very close-lip about it? If no why?
Talking about writing and publishing is something I do all the time. People are curious and want to know how a book goes from idea to finished product. For whatever reason, the book industry is a mystery to most and anything they learn about it helps them understand the process and well as challenges an author faces when they decide to put their ideas on paper.
3. What book/s are you currently writing and what is it about?
My current project is a new historical western romance series set just after the Civil War. The series is called Redemption Mountain and book one is titled Redemption’s Edge. Book one will release in October of this year and follows the stories of various men and women who come through the war to find the world they left no longer exists.
4. Why this particular genre?
I write in two main genres—contemporary romance and historical western romance. One More Day is book three in my newest contemporary romance series, the MacLarens of Fire Mountain Contemporary. I love writing romance and specifically these two sub-genres. I’m also a history buff and have lived on ranches and farms. Writing about life in the western United States, whether in the past or present, holds a strong appeal to me.
5. What inspire or motivate you to write?
I seem to come up with stories which simply push me to write them. So far, I haven’t experienced typical writer’s block as each day I wake up ready to move on with whatever current story I’m writing.
6. What is the writing process like for you?
For most stories, I start notes well in advance as ideas emerge. I keep them in a separate spiral notebook for each story and also keep a master binder for the series. Although I write singles, my preference is to write series where readers get to know the characters over multiple books. Once I start writing, I sketch an outline, then keep track of characters and story elements with spreadsheets.
7. How did/do you teach yourself to write?
I’ve written for years. Only recently did I begin to publish my stories. Over all this time I’ve taken numerous classes and workshops (many online). I am also a voracious reader.
8. What aspect of the craft do you think is most difficult to learn?
I believe it’s different for each writer. POV (Point of View) may be hard for some authors while character development may be more difficult for others. For me, it’s most difficult to cut out the use of vague words which are so much a part of our speech.
9. What has been the most encouraging comment someone has made about your writing?
When my first editor sent me a comment which read, “You are now an author.” Her words meant a great deal to me.
10. What is the best and/ or worst part of being a writer?
The best is receiving all the encouraging emails from my readers. Those comments make all the long hours worthwhile.
The worst is identifying good editors. There are so many and oftentimes their input doesn’t agree. Who’s right and who’s not?
11. Any advice for struggling writers?
Keep writing and don’t give up. Also, don’t believe there is just one path to publishing. Authors no longer are plagued with just one choice of getting their stories in front of readers. Legacy publishers, self-publishing, or a hybrid approach make it possible for any good writer to get their book out to the public.
12. What is your favorite genre to read or write?
Historical western romance, contemporary romance, and romantic suspense.
13. Favorite author?
I have so many I enjoy and the list keeps growing as more Indie authors publish their stories. Truthfully, I just don’t have a favorite.
14. Do you have a favorite spot to read and write? Share a photo if you have
I have an office with my printer, etc. My preference is my dining room table as it provides a spectacular view of the mountains that surround my town.
15. What did you do before you became a writer?
I have a BS and Masters in business and have worked in human resources for large multi-national as well as small organizations. I’ve owned a consulting firm for over 15 years and I’m now the senior partner, which allows me to write just about as much as I want.
16. Was it a life long dream or triggered recently?
Definitely a lifelong dream. I have stories tucked away I wrote years ago. Until the last few years, my life didn’t allow me to live the dream. Now I am.
17. What do you like to do when not writing? Share a photo
Dancing, exercise, clay target shooting, hunting, fishing, riding on the back of my husband’s Harley, traveling, cooking, and reading. I love horses but sold my last one a few years ago.
18. Do you have a bucket/ to-do list and would you share at least two things on it?
Odd you should ask as my husband and I discussed this a few weeks ago. I know it sounds strange, but I’ve done everything that truly mattered to me, including my dream to write. We wanted to take a cruise in the Mediterranean, and did quite a long one last fall. Perhaps the last thing would be travel to Ireland, Wales, and Sweden, the ancestral homes of my husband and I.
19. Most daring thing or experience you have done you would like to share?
Hmmm…racing down the ice-packed, expert ski slopes of Jackson Hole (that was more stupid than daring), possibly my 6500 foot zipline experience, or my various attempts at barrel racing. It’s a toss-up.
20. This or that questions: · Coffee or Tea – Coffee in the morning, Tea in the afternoon.· Sweet or savory – Sweet· Home make meal or takeouts – Home made· Winter or summer – I love both equally.· Night-owl or Early-Bird – Early bird.· Telephone or visits – Visits· Which social network do you prefer? For pure fun, Pinterest. Because I must, Facebook.· Blogger or website? I have both but the website hold more appeal.· What does your family say about your career? Supportive or Clueless – Very supportive. I am blessed with an abundance of support.
And FinallyMoto/wisdom in life you live by.
I have had this by my desk for more years than I can remember. By Winston Churchill”"Never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.''
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Published on July 10, 2014 08:00
July 9, 2014
Book Blast: Second Song Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver. Enter the giveaway and you could win a signed copy of one of the author's books


The house was quiet and April paced the floor. She played her guitar, attempted to write a new song…but she didn’t get very far. Several times, she peeked through the window, hoping to catch a glance of Dante coming out of the garage. Ten minutes passed, then thirty, until she could no longer ignore the raw need burning in her loins. With one thought on her mind, she made her way to the garage, determined and free of doubt. Dante’s jeaned backside was the only thing she could see when she approached. “Dante?” He jerked, hitting his head on the hood as he showed his face. He rubbed his scalp. “I’m almost there. I’ll need to get you some new plugs—” “Dante?” His brows curved. “You okay?” “I want you,” she said without inhibition. He dropped the tool. “April, I’m not sure—” She reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it off. Her nipples bunched and his jaw clicked. She’d gotten his undivided attention. Next, she slid off her shorts and thong, and relished in the concentration that swept across his features. “You’re going to be the death of me.” In three quick strides, he was across the cement and standing in front of her. She dropped her gaze to the bulge behind his fly. “I’m dirty.” He held up his hands and turned them, showing her his fingers covered in grease. “But this isn’t.” She hooked her fingers into his belt and unlatched the buckle. Slipping her fingers past the leather, she undid the zipper and tugged his jeans down his legs. His erection had grown above the waist of his boxers. “These must go.” She dragged the material down to his knees. “I want to taste you.” “Won’t hear any complaints from me.”






Published on July 09, 2014 08:30
Promised to the Highlander by Kate Robbins. 30 Days of Summer Event that runs from 1st - 30th July. Great Giveaway.


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“What was that all about?” Fergus’s rich voice startled her from behind. Nessia drew in a deep breath as the effect of his voice swept shivers over her body. She turned to face him and braced herself. Would they quarrel this time? Or would he pull her to him? One thing was certain. Nessia would not betray Freya.“Well?”“Nothing. Freya and I were wondering which of us is the best rider and felt it’s too bad we cannot find out today.” Nessia hoped her lie wasn’t obvious. She raised her chin and he grinned. God’s blood, he had the dimples too, though his were harder, deeper than William’s.“You’re right about that. ’Tis, too dangerous out there.”He said that as if she was the one acting reckless. Nessia placed her hands on her hips. “I know that.” Freya needed the lecture, not she. He was as irritating as ever.“When is our guest expected?” She could give as good as she got.Fergus’s grin disappeared and he took a step closer. Nessia had to strain to look up at him.“Within the hour,” he said, standing over her. “And where will she stay?”Fergus took another step closer. “That’s not your concern, lass,” Fergus said, his voice hard. Nessia jumped. His mood had not improved since yesterday, and she had been a fool to try to engage him in any serious conversation. She was like a trapped animal, about to be toyed with then devoured.The air around them crackled as she became ever aware of their proximity. Nessia was transfixed. Part of her wanted to flee and the other wanted to pull him into the nearest stall. The closer he drew, the more her body awakened in response. Her pulse drummed, her blood humming in her veins.“Do you wish to ride?” he asked, breaking her thoughts. The duality of his question made her insides clench.“No, of course not.” She tried to sound convincing, but her voice cracked, sounding more than a little pathetic instead. She then realized that she was covered in sweat from the kitchen and much of her hair had come loose from her braid and was now matted around her face and neck. She must look a fright.Unable to think of anything intelligent to say, Nessia turned on her heel to walk away from him. Fergus’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. As Nessia turned back to face him she felt the warmth from his fingers radiate up her arm. Her breath caught. She was defenceless against his strength and intense gaze.“Is there anything I should know about Freya?” he asked, his thumb stroking her wrist.“No.” Her voice was but a whisper. “We spoke of riding.”Fergus’s gaze travelled down to her mouth as her lips moved over the false words. Watching his hazel eyes turn darker was intoxicating. Mere seconds felt like an age as he studied her mouth.Gripping her wrist tighter, he pulled her forward so that their bodies pressed together. Only the arm he used to hold her rested between them, just under her breasts. Fergus’s gaze dropped to her chest and his lips parted.A great jolt shot straight to her core as the juncture of her thighs clenched. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. He was close enough for his breath to fan her face. He smelled of leather and sweet mead. She wanted to taste him.Fergus bent his head and then stopped. His gaze flew to hers and a pained looked crossed his features. She tried to pull her arm away, but he pulled her tighter to him. His teeth were bared and his brow drawn tight.Nessia’s heart pounded. Why was he suddenly so furious? What had she done?

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Published on July 09, 2014 08:00
30 Days of Summer Book Fest. Spotlight is on CD Brennan. A World Apart Series: Love Where You Roam. Enter the giveaway, big prizes up for grabs.


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Hamish squeezed the steering wheel repeatedly as if it was a soother ball. At least he refrained from grinding his teeth. He turned to Lizzy. “And how do you find this funny?”“I don’t find it funny, ha ha,” Lizzy stressed. “More funny as in fun.”“This is fun to you?”“Sure! Why not? It’s an adventure! Out here on the side of a beautiful mountain under the stars. So we sleep in the car. Sounds good to me. There can only be a few hours until light, anyhoo, right? Not to mention, my adventure is with a fine and handsome Scotsman.” She playfully punched Hamish in the arm, an exaggerated smile on her face. “That’s you, Hamish.”Luckily the darkness hid the blush that rose from his neck. Even now, he found it hard to believe women found him attractive. Too many embarrassing and awkward moments with girls when he was younger made him think otherwise.He cleared his throat. He could tell her now about his interview tomorrow, but it wouldn’t help the situation. “I’m worried about Rennie.”Barely the words were out when Lizzy had hopped over the center console of the front seat and launched herself into the backseat. The jacket she wore caught on his travel coffee mug, spilling the contents onto Lizzy as she landed with a hmph.“No worries,” she said, smearing the cold coffee into her jeans.Lizzy peered over the seats, then reached over to stroke each dog’s head.“Both are sound asleep. Charlie is even snoring--” Lizzy broke off suddenly, turning around to face front. She pulled her knees to her chest. Her teeth were chattering.“Lizzy, get in with the dogs.”“Wh-wh-what?” She looked at him as if he was a complete tosser.Her body had begun to convulse to counterbalance her heat loss.He drew in a deep breath through his nose and tried again. “Please, get in the back.”“You wa-wa-want me to go sit with the dogs?”“Aye.”“You’re a real shit, ya know. I don’t deserve this. Sure, I know I was out with them all day, but it was ba-ba-better than waiting on your girlfriend.”“Eh? What are you talking about?” Maybe she had already reached delirium. He needed to get her body temperature up as quickly as possible.“That princess Marie at your house this morning, she said you said I would cook her breakfast. And there I was serving her food like a ser-ser-servant girl. It wasn’t gourmet cuisine or anything, but I still cooked it for her!”“Marie?”“You’re telling me you don’t even remember her name? And here you came across as such a refined gentleman on Sunday. I should have listened to the rumors. They are obviously all true.”Hamish hadn’t the slightest idea what Lizzy was going on about. Unless she meant his colleague’s daughter who had spent the night. He had barely said two words to her before he excused himself to prepare for his interview. His brother Alasdair had taken her to the Crooked Arm for the pub quiz night.“I was hired to clean your house and cook some tea for you, not to wait on your shags. You never said anything about cooking for the girls you brought home--”“I’m going to fold down the seats.” Hamish interrupted her before she got herself worked up any further.“What the bloody hell for?”“Lizzy, please! You’re having a delayed hypothermic reaction.”A confused look passed over Lizzy’s face. “From the cold coffee?”
AUTHOR BIOHaving traveled and lived all over the world, Cd Brennan now talks with a strange accent, a mix of distant terminology, a blend of culturally cute but confusing euphemisms that leaves everyone looking at her with a blank stare. Luckily, her Australian husband (who she met in Ireland) and her two Aussie/Yankee sons have no problem understanding her – well, except for the word NO.Now settled back “home” in Michigan, she enjoys reliving her glory days by writing about them. She considers the last fifteen years abroad the perfect research for her Love Where You Roam series; matchmaking women and men from different cultures, even different hemispheres, helping them find their true one across oceans of difference.As destiny plays a hand in all the stories, Cd Brennan truly believes that what is for you, won’t pass you by. She hopes to inspire others to get out there: “Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” [Mark Twain] And of course, fall in love.Get in touch with her at www.cdbrennan.com
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Published on July 09, 2014 01:35
July 7, 2014
Celebrating 30 Days of Summer. A Multi-Author Event. Today the spotlight is on Em Petrova and her book Pushin' Buttons


EXCERPT“Remember, cowboys. Keep your hands in your laps and your peckers in your pants. At least until it’s time to play your part.” Hugh paced down the line of twenty cowboys and dropped a file in each man’s hands.The manila folders held a profile sheet containing a different woman’s photo, personal information and everything that man needed to know to rock the lady’s world, Boot Knockers style.Hugh stopped in front of Riggs Archer, his best friend and the only guy not to follow protocol in the past. “Keep your—”Riggs tugged the brim of his hat lower to avoid Hugh’s gaze. “I know, I know. Hands in my lap. No pushing the button until my lady comes up.”“And keep your—”Riggs shot him a glare. “Pecker. In. Pants.”“Thass right, Archer.” Hugh grinned and nudged his friend’s hat with his knuckles, shoving it back enough to see the smoldering sparks in Riggs’s dark eyes.Hugh’s stomach clenched and he passed Riggs his folder to cover his reaction.Once the information was all distributed, Hugh watched the guys flip through the paperwork. The twenty women were hand-selected by the female production manager, Isabel. She was great at matching the men’s sexual strengths to the women’s needs.A virgin needing deflowered? Jack was her man. He’d singlehandedly popped over thirty cherries in the four years they’d been running the Boot Knockers Ranch.Ty excelled at treating women with body dysmorphic disorder. The women who spent a week under his care—and under his muscled body—left with the confidence of a supermodel.And Hugh…well, he wasn’t playing this hand. Twenty women. Twenty men. He only filled in when necessary. His balls clenched at the idea of a celibate week, but he could tough it out. Maybe some lady would get kinky and ask for a voyeur.“They’re lined up backstage,” Isabel whispered, and he gave a nod of recognition.“You heard her, boys. Get to your seats. Fight over them a little. The show’s only for the ladies, but give ’em a good one. Make them feel special, because they are.” Hugh waved his fellow Boot Knockers toward the front of the auditorium. In three minutes, the lights would dim. In five, the first woman would walk onto the stage.She might carry scars inside or out. Either way, she was leaving the Boot Knockers Ranch as one satisfied lady. Their goal was to treat much more than sexual disorders. When the invitee left the two-hundred-acre Texas ranch, she’d be equipped to pick up where she’d just left off—embarking on new relationships and sexual journeys.The thud of boot heels drifted away from Hugh as the guys practically ran to their seats. A new group of women…and the chase was the best part. The gals selected the cowboys they were attracted to from photographs. Though the guys were assigned to one lady, they still made it look as if they won her.Yeah, only one woman each unless Riggs gets trigger-happy again and hits the button for a gal who wasn’t assigned to him.Women paid to come and enjoy the Texas countryside and pampering the cowboys could provide. The Boot Knockers just happened to love helping women in a lot of ways, so they each took charge of a guest.“Hugh, would you mind looking at this lineup?” Isabel caught his attention, and he focused on her. Petite and chestnut-haired, she did everything in her power to make him take her to bed. But it was against his personal rules. She’d had a few go’s with other cowboys, and he’d heard she was a wildcat.He couldn’t stop the grin from twitching at the corner of his mouth. He pulled his hat lower to keep her from seeing too much. Such as how he knew she liked taking two guys at once while another plugged her mouth.Clearing his throat, he scanned the list of women about to step onstage. Isabel had chosen well from the hundreds who applied to the Boot Knockers Ranch each year. “Looks good as always, Isabel.” He let his gaze drop low enough to make her face flush.She waved her clipboard, fanning her warm brown hair off her round face. “Thanks, Hugh. I like to get your approval before the girls go on.”She glanced at the stage door. Women huddled there. All shapes and sizes. Some were hurt physically, emotionally. Others fighting their way back from bloody divorces. One or two might be socially backward. And there was probably at least one virgin. Jack would be happy.Hugh looked over the fresh group of females. “Let’s get started. Cue the first l’il lady.”
AUTHOR BIOEm Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.
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July 4, 2014
Promo Book Tour: The I love my Trilogy by Sabrina Lacey. 3 Best Friends. 3 Whole Novels. 1 Box set.


SYNOPSIS:
The I Love My… Trilogy is the box set of the entire “I Love My…” romance series. It’s jam-packed with “I Love My Healed Heart” “I Love My Side of The Story” and “I Love My Fire” ---three whole novels, just shy of 200,000 words! In the intertwining erotic romance stories of three best friends (Fashion Magazine Assistant Editor Jessica Harper, Casting Director Amber Monroe, and Passionate Painter Nicole Henry) we fall in love with their friendships, their quirks, and most of all, their hot as hell men! Jessica’s been cheated on, Amber’s in a stale relationship, Nicole’s been single for three years, and against the electric backdrop of New York City, they battle their way to true love with the help of each other and a loyalty you will love.
"If women acted this way across the globe, men would only be able to cheat with each other because the sisterhood would be so strong." – Amazon Review
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EXCERPT:
I never thought I’d be the type of girl to answer a sex ad. They were gross, laughed at, ridiculously disturbing even. But then there are those posts tonight that cause my mind to question the masses, the ones that beckon me, like: “Use me like I’m him” and “I’m free of judgment - and in New York for only one night.” The latter one really catches my attention.Why am I looking? Because I am at the height of my sexual prime and even though my heart hurts from the loser boyfriend that just under two months ago ended our relationship without my consent, I want it. Sex. I want a man’s body on top of mine. I want the pressure of his chest against me - the weight of him, the smell of him, on top of me. Behind me. Underneath me. Next. To. Me. I want it. So I answered one.Will I tell anyone I answered the ad? Hell, no. While I’m sitting on my couch with my glass of Pinot Grigio, watching an episode of So You Think You Can Dance, I hear it…the unmistakable sound of an email alert on my phone. It could be more spam from my credit cards. It could be a notice that someone liked my post on Facebook (I really need to turn those alerts off), or it could be my ticket out of this boredom and anger. I consider waiting for the commercial break to check it… Yeah, right. I reach for the phone.The email reads, “I loved what you had to say. You’re really funny. And if those pics you sent are real, I’d love to meet you. Where are you now?”My heart starts to race.

AUTHOR BIO:
Sabrina Lacey used to shoot photography and for a while, fashion. She was like Diego, the photographer in I Love My Healed Heart who worked the tents at Fashion Week. It gave Sabrina all the insight she needed to create a fantastical tale about the glamorous lives those people don’t really live. ;) Now she lives in Los Angeles, CA. with her dog Pippin. He wouldn’t comment for this bio. He’s an enigma, that one. A tiny, fluffy, white Maltese, enigma who captured her heart and ran with it. She however would like to say that she loves you for coming along for the ride. Cheers and Happy Reading!

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Stripped from you by Marissa Carmel Book Blast. Giveaway for US readers only.


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Blurb:
You know how it ends, now see how it all began… "It doesn't matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul."Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again. For five years he's regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.
(Stripped From You is a Prequel to Strip Me Bare)

*Author Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author suggests reading Strip Me Bare first.
Excerpt:
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not, I just met you.”
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body.
She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth.
I can’t believe I just did that.
I can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was that crazy?”
“Let’s do it again and find out.”
I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before lean down and press my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, they way she smells.
There’s something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“You can dance?”
“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.
Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively.
“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks.
Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse to race.
Fuck, I’m drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
Damn.
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her.
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.


Playlist: Hold on, We’re Going Home- DrakeThe Other Side- Jason Derulo Demons- Imagine DragonsDark Horse- Katy Perry Say Something- A Great Big World Summertime Sadness- Lana Del Rey Royals- Lorde

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Blurb:
“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.”
Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone? Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to, and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male revues as Jack the Stripper.
Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle.
She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?
Excerpt:
We stop in front of some hanging crystals. They clink as Ryan pushes them aside, “after you.” I walk under an orange spotlight, into a small space with a white leather couch deep enough to lie on and walls a warm golden yellow.
Ryan steps in behind me and presses his body flush against mine. My mind races. Is he really going to do this?
Am I really going to let him?
Can I even handle this? Five minutes ago he was with another woman. Quite possibly in this same room doing God only knows what.
“Why do you do this Ryan?” I expel. I know he explained it in words, but I need to experience it to truly understand.
He ambles around me so close; the only thing separating us is a whisper of air. “I told you, the money,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt. “You said women too,” I watch him cautiously, my gaze jumping between his eyes and his chest.
“That was before you walked back into my life. You’re the only woman I want to touch now. The others, like you saw before, it’s just an act. A business transaction. It’s what I have to do to get what I want.”
“Doesn’t it make them feel used?” I flick my eyes up at him.
“It mustn’t. They always come back.”
“You like it. I saw your face. That wasn’t an act.”
Ryan stands right in front of me, his shirt unbuttoned and dangling open. “I won’t lie to you Alana, I’ll never lie to you,” his tone is hard, but seductive. “I do like the attention. But it’s not real. It’s my job to sell attractiveness and fantasy, and I do it well. But that’s all it is, fantasy and I know it. When I’m with you, that’s my real.”
My breath catches when he says the word real. I can’t help but find the irony in his words; I’m exactly to him what he is to me. Two people one and the same, both living a double life to get what they want; a future and each other.
And that is what I want. A future, with Ryan.
I go to put my hands on his chest, but he steps away shaking his head no. “In this room, it’s all about you,” he walks around, stopping right behind me. “You have to tell me what you want Alana,” he whispers in my ear and I almost go limp, the sound of his voice is erotic as hell.
I swallow hard, but can’t utter a single word, because truth be told, I have no freakin’ idea what I want. At least, not in this scenario.
Ryan starts to rub my shoulders. I think he can feel my hesitation.
“Why are you so tense? This is supposed to be fun.”
Fun? The word rattles around in my head. Fun - a time or feeling of enjoyment or amusement.
Okay, let’s have some fun.
I turn around to face him and our eyes lock. “Show me.”
“Show you what?” his tone dripping with sensuality.
“Show me Jack the Stripper.”
Holy fuck!

Playlist:
Muse- MadnessRun- Leona Lewis I Know You Want Me- Pitbull Troublemaker- Olly Murs feat. Flo RidaWhat You Wanted- OneRepublic (I Just) Died in You Arms Tonight (Club Remix)- Cutting CrewCounting Stars- OneRepublic

Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.
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July 3, 2014
Book Tour: Unconditional Love by Kelly Elliot. You can win your very own copy of this contemporary romance.


SYNOPSIS:
Lark Williams leads a fast-paced life, always on the edge of danger. Running from his past and fighting to keep his present life a secret, he keeps his heart out of reach from love. The walls he built around himself come crumbling down when he meets Azurdee Emerson.
Azurdee lives a peaceful life in the small town of Wimberley, Texas. Her tame world quickly becomes heated as she begins to fall in love with Lark. He’s everything she has vowed to stay away from—dark and mysterious, and not to mention, sexy as hell and full of secrets.
Just as Lark and Azurdee give in to their feelings of love, Lark’s present life threatens the safety of the one person he would sacrifice his own happiness for. When Lark finds history repeating itself, he makes a decision that will forever change both of their lives, leaving one heartbroken and lost and the other fighting to survive.

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EXCERPT:
Hello? Jessie?”
“What did you just ask me?” she said.
I chuckled. “After your first time. Were you sore?”
Then she screamed. Right in my ear. “Azurdee! You and Lark? Oh. My. God. Was it good? I mean, I know it hurts at first, but after that? How many times did y’all? Was he sweet to you? That bastard better have been sweet to you! Was it hot? Oh my God, tell me everything!”
I laughed as I made my way downstairs. I saw about a half dozen people out back cleaning up the rest of the reception. Tables and chairs were being taken down and placed into a trailer.
“Azurdee!”
“Oh, sorry. I was watching them take down the rest of the things from the reception.”She let out a long sigh and said, “Azurdee, spill it.”
I moved into the living room and sat down on the sofa. “Oh Jessie, it was amazing. He was amazing. He kept calling me mi amor! It melted my heart every time he said it. He was sweet, passionate, and so gentle. It was beyond anything I had ever dreamed.”She let out the silliest little yelp. “I knew Lark Williams had it in him.
He just needed to find the right girl.”
My stomach dipped a little and my smile faded a bit. “Well, I’m not sure if I’m the right girl or even the girl.”
“Wait. Was this a one-time thing? Please tell me you didn’t agree to him taking your virginity and walking away!”
“No. We both agreed that we would be exclusive, but I have a feeling this is the first time he has been exclusive since…well since…” Why couldn’t I say her name?
“Nikki?” Jessie asked.
“Yes. Jessie, why do I feel like I’m in competition with someone who passed away years ago? I can’t shake this feeling that he was comparing me to her.”
She let out a breath and said, “Pesh. Nonsense, Azurdee. He would never do that. I’m sure it was probably just very powerful for him. I mean, by his own admission he has said he has no intentions of ever…”
Her voice trailed off and I knew she was regretting what she had just said. “Jessie, I knew how Lark was and how he thought when I got into this. I know he could walk away at any given moment.”
I silently prayed that would never happen, but deep down inside I knew it was a strong possibility.
“He won’t walk away, sweetie. I see the way he looks at you. I think you are the game changer he’s been waiting for.”
I bit down on my fingernail and began chewing it. “Maybe. I don’t want to get my hopes up, ya know?”
“So tell me…are you sore?” she asked with a giggle.
I felt like a teenager in high school. “Let’s just say he told me he was going to make it so I would think about him every time I moved…for a few days.”Jessie let out a gasp and began laughing. “Oh my.”
I dropped my head back onto the sofa and said, “Jessie…he is amazing. I mean…the way he can be so sweet and then so dirty. Oh God. He had me going insane with lust for him.”
“The sweet part surprises me, but not the dirty,” she said with a laugh. I laughed in return and said, “Four times.”
“Four times! Look at the stamina Mr. Williams has!”
We both lost it in a laughing fit. “Jesus, Azurdee. No wonder you’re sore.”
“Bed twice, bathtub once, and then the shower,” I said in an almost whisper.

Kelly is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus....her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
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Email: authorkellyelliott@gmail.com
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