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May 5, 2013
Caliente Blog Hop
Welcome to my stop in the caliente blog hop!!!
Caliente – HOT
Yeah baby! This is the kind of writing I like to give readers. At least I think that’s what I give. I haven’t had complaints in that area. I love giving my imagination wings and getting sexy when it comes to writing romance. A lot of people confuse Erotic Romance with Erotica. While I love both, there is a difference. I write Erotic Romance for the most part. The difference between the two is the emotional connection. Erotica is all about sexy baby lol. Bet you sang that bit didn’t you? LOL. There is romance in my books. And always either a happily ever after or a happy for now but there is no you go your way and I go mine. No matter how the story goes I need an emotional connection and I need a happily ever after. That’s the main difference between erotica and erotic romance. I do so love the fact I can give readers raw unadulterated sex scenes. I have very vocal heroines who like to tell their men what they like. They are open to exploring new things and yes, they are into some kinky stuff. So my books can be defined as caliente. I love all things caliente. Food. Men. Toys. Hell, if it were up to me I’d live in the caliente caribbean. I have caliente blood in me. So you came to the right spot if you are looking for hot.
Wolf Protector
A woman with a secret…
The Federal Paranormal Unit is an elite squad of supernaturals dedicated to solving missing persons cases. Erica’s gift allows her a special connection with the crime, but it comes at a deep personal cost… Until now, she’s kept her gift a secret, even from the other members of the team. But this case will throw her together with Agent Trent Buchanan. He’s the object of her secret desires, but he’s also a cocky womanizer. She’d rather swim in shark-infested waters with a paper cut than admit she has feelings for him.
A man with one desire…
Wolf Shifter Trent wants Erica more than he’s ever wanted any woman. He’s spent years patiently waiting for her to admit that she wants him too. Working one-on-one in a race to find a serial killer, Trent’s patience and Erica’s resolve wear thin. When Trent discovers the truth about Erica, will he accept her for who she is? And can he protect her from the horrors that her gift brings?
A case that pushes them to the edge…
Erica will have to risk it all if she wants to stop the killer, and when she does, Trent may have to put his own life on the line to make sure his mate is protected…
Let’s give you a super caliente bit from my book, Wolf Protector.
Caliente Excerpt“Oh Dios…” Her breath hitched when she looked down. The hottest man she’d seen in her entire life licked, sucked, and caressed her body. He made her feel like she was the sexiest woman in the world. He looked up, and she almost came on the spot. He nibbled on her breast, and she groaned when he stopped and unlatched from her swollen nipple.
“I want you.” His voice was so rough she could barely make out the words. He gripped the waistband of her pants, but he didn’t unzip and open them. Instead, he watched her with expectation.
“I want you too.” She panted. “Now.”
Just in case he’d decided to stop, she moved her hands to the waist of her pants, unsnapped, and unzipped them. Then she watched him pull them and her panties down her legs. The sudden indrawn breath he took made her smile.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
He glanced up, licking his lips. Her pussy throbbed at that moment. Any thought not related to Trent licking her heat shut down in her mind.
“I swear I could look at you forever,” he whispered. His gaze roved over her naked body.
He stood, kissed her again, and lifted her into his arms. She wound her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands went straight to her ass cheeks and ground her to his cock. She whimpered and released his lips. Passion licked at her skin. She moved her mouth to his jaw. Biting down on the scruffy flesh turned her on like nothing ever had. She wondered if she had a vampire complex, because licking, sucking, and biting him made her aroused beyond the point of rational thought. She dug her nails into his naked arms. He moved with her in his grip, and soon she found herself on her back on the mattress. It was hard to breathe. She watched him strip off his pants with unwavering interest.
His body—and what a body it was—was defined with muscles and bronzed skin, made her lick and bite her lip in expectation. She mentally caressed down his big frame his long, thick cock. A shiver ran up her spine, and she gripped the sheets under her hands.
“Like what you see?” He smiled wickedly.
“Si, I do. But do you know what to do with that?”
It was time for him to put up or shut up. And she really wanted him to put up.
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April 26, 2013
Brooklyn Wilde Release Day and Pimpin’ Giveaway! ***WINNERS***
CONGRATS WINNERS
Jenny Schaber – Prize #1
Cheryl Sanders – Prize #2
Stacey White – Prize #3
Please email me at millytaidenauthor@gmail.com with your snail mail address for your prizes. Congrats!!!
Oh you lovely readers!!! It has been waaay too long since I had a giveaway…all of like a few days! That is awful!
Today you are here because I have this great friend that just had a new release (the lovely Brooklyn Wilde). She’s absolutely amazing!!! If you haven’t read her stuff you really should. She writes with a depth of emotion you don’t find often. Anyway, this is a little surprise for her. I’m sponsoring a giveaway FOR HER LOL. So this is a Pimpin’ Giveaway to help my wonderful friend out.
Here’s her awesome new book.
A Broken Man
Can passion heal a broken man?
Ethan Hendrix never needed anyone. But when a car accident leaves him wheelchair-bound, Ethan has nowhere to turn. Ethan’s terrified he may never walk again, much less run the business he worked so hard to build. Angry, alone, and afraid of being forced into a long-term care facility, Ethan reaches out to an unlikely source for help.
Physical therapist Sarah Portman has no patience for self-pity. So when Ethan asks Sarah to move in and be his caretaker, she thinks he’s lost his mind. But Ethan is desperate. In such close quarters, Sarah isn’t sure she can fight the intense sexual connection between them. Can Sarah help Ethan overcome his physical disability or will she be overcome by physical attraction?
Excerpt:
“I can’t do this.” Ethan’s muscles trembled as he strained against the unmoving bar. “I can’t fucking do this.” He slumped back into the chair. A bead of sweat had formed at his left temple.
“Don’t beat yourself up. It’s your first day. Besides, it’s only been, what…?” Sarah flipped up a page on her clipboard to look back at Ethan’s intake form. “Three months since the car accident? You’re doing great.”
“This is pointless.”
“It’s not pointless. The initial eval helps me to put together your physical therapy plan.”
“I’m not talking about the goddamn evaluation. I’m talking about everything. Everything.”
Sarah put her pencil down and looked at Ethan, studying his face. “So why are you here?”
Ethan opened his mouth to speak and shut it again. The question was simple enough, but he couldn’t seem to find an answer.
“I’m serious. What did you come here for if you really think it’s hopeless?”
“It is! Do you even know what the doctors said?”
“That’s not an answer.” Sarah’s eyes were trained on Ethan, daring him to say something. “No one forced you to come here, which can only mean one thing. Whatever the doctors said didn’t convince you.”
Her voice was level and calm, but that tone of practiced patience grated on him. She spoke to him as if he were a dull child, not a man whose life had just been ripped away from him. She patted his legs soothingly, and he stared down at the place where she’d touched him. He hadn’t felt a thing.
Ethan huffed in response. “Whatever. It’s a waste of time.”
“You’re not wasting my time. I get paid the same whether you do the work or not. It’s your dime, buddy.”
“That’s right. What do you even care? I’m just another paycheck to you.”
A wry smile spread across Sarah’s lips. “You caught me. Physical therapy isn’t just about the glamour.” She gestured around the room at the workout machines and therapy tables. “We’re really just in it for the money. I mean, look at what my disgruntled patients’ hard-earned dollars get me.” She nodded to the window. Through it he saw a ten-year-old Honda Civic with a fading paint job baking in the sun.
Ethan’s shoulders sagged as he let out a slow breath, like a balloon deflating. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Smart ass.” Though he tried hard to bite it back, a wisp of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
The front door flew open, and the bells hanging from it jangled when they crashed against the glass. Ethan looked up just as a young boy on a skateboard whizzed inside. With a grunt, the boy popped the board up into the air, and it skidded across the bottom bar of one of the exercise machines. He landed with a thwack and slammed his back foot down on the lip of the board, causing it to leap up into his hand. The kid didn’t seem to be in need of any physical therapy. What was this, a clinic or a skate park?
“New board?” Sarah held out her hand for a quick high five.
“Yep, got it for my birthday.”
“Sweet.”
The boy plopped onto the floor and dug a large box out of his backpack. Ethan cleared his throat in annoyance, yanking Sarah’s attention away from the boy.
“Oh sorry,” she said. “Ethan Hendrix, meet Bradley the Bionic Boy.”
Bradley nodded and uttered a quick “’sup.”
Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. Just then, Bradley got the box open and handed Sarah a large metal object shaped like a scythe.
“Bitchin’.” She turned it over in her hands, admiring the strange-looking object. Finally, she held it out to Ethan. “Bradley here just got his first set of running legs. Wanted to stop by and take them for a quick spin. This should only take a minute.”
Running legs? Ethan heard the words but couldn’t work out what they meant until he saw Bradley roll up his jeans and remove his standard prosthetic legs, revealing stumps just below his knees. The realization took Ethan’s breath away.
Bradley set the prosthetics to the side, still clad in sneakers and white athletic socks. Sarah handed over the running leg, and he fitted it onto his left stump. Compared to the standard prosthetics, the running blade looked sleek and futuristic, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Bradley pulled the other blade from its box and placed it onto his right stump. In an instant, he was up onto the blades, bouncing and feeling them out. Ethan couldn’t believe how quickly the kid adapted to the new limbs.
Sarah probed around the base, checking the fit. “How do they feel? Any pinching?”
“Nope. They feel good.”
She demonstrated the proper motion and checked Bradley’s form while he took a few practice steps.
“All right.” She gave the kid a conspiratorial glance. “Let’s do this.”
With that, the two of them took off through the aisles. The jog turned into a run when they took the corner and reached a full-blown sprint by the time they made their first lap. Ethan felt like he was watching a bird take flight for the first time. The boy’s movements were awkward at first, but quickly turned graceful, effortless. Sarah jokingly put a hand on his chest and pushed herself ahead, which only spurred him on.
“Really push off and throw your weight into it.” She was running as hard as she could, and the words came out in a short staccato between breaths.
Bradley took to the running legs like a duck to water, and he was pulling away from her with every step. She finally gave in and slowed to a stop. She was breathing heavily by the time she made her way back over to Ethan. Bradley ran another full lap before bringing it home. He spread his arms open for a hug, but misjudged the distance and wound up tackling Sarah to the ground. The two of them collapsed into a heap, laughing hysterically. They could have been brother and sister. Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed like that, and he didn’t think he ever would again.
“A little rough on the landing, but not bad for your first time out.” Sarah gave Bradley a push, and he bounded upright. He was already stuffing his everyday legs, calves first, back into his backpack by the time Sarah managed to get herself up off the floor. The sneakered feet stuck comically out of the unzipped compartment.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’m meeting my friends at the park to show these babies off. Think I’ll be good enough for the track team next year?”
“No question.”
Bradley nodded in Ethan’s general direction and turned to leave. The bells clanged just as hard when Bradley hit the door on his way out as they had when he came in. Sarah was still smiling when she turned her attention back to Ethan, who was eyeing her curiously.
“Did you plan that?” he asked.
“What?”
“Did you ask him to stop by here?”
“No, why would I do that?”
“To make me feel like an asshole.”
That earned a round of laughter from Sarah, and for the first time, Ethan realized how pretty she was. Her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and a few strands of hair had fallen from her ponytail and hung loose about her face. She collapsed into the chair in front of him.
“No,” she said when she finally caught her breath. “But I should have.”
“He’s a real pity-party pooper.”
“That he is.”
“What happened to him anyway?”
“Nothing. Bradley was born without any legs. Can’t miss something you never had.”
“You’re good with kids. You treat him like he’s a grown-up.”
“Well, sometimes kids can be very grown-up, and sometimes adults can be big old babies.” She looked pointedly at him.
“Touché. I guess I don’t have it as bad as I thought.”
“Tell me, what exactly did the doctors say?”
Ethan leaned back in his wheelchair and stared down at his lifeless lower half. “That even though my spinal cord wasn’t severed, I’ll probably never walk again. They said I’m lucky to be alive, and if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt, I wouldn’t be.”
“You are lucky. Probably is better than definitely.” She patted Ethan’s thighs. “No catheter or colostomy bag?”
Ethan reddened at the suggestion and shook his head vehemently.
“Look, if you’ve still got control of your mind and your bowels, you’ve got nothing to complain about.”
“Are you always such a goddamned optimist?”
“Comes with the job. You want someone to listen to you whine? See a shrink.”
“I don’t need a shrink.”
“Okay then. Time to buck up and get your ass to work.”
Now for the GIVEAWAY!!!! Do I hear you cheering?? Yay!!! I’m cheering too!
First the PRIZES!!!
(SORRY International friends, THIS IS A U.S. ONLY Giveaway)
A gorgeous A Broken Man LARGE tote, A Broken Man Mousepad, and A Broken Man Pen
A gorgeous A Broken Man LARGE tote and A Broken Man Pen
A lovely A Broken Man Mousepad and A Broken Man Pen
So you’re wondering what you have to do to win one of these? Not much!
You get an easy entry for commenting…
BUT if you do me a huge favor and share/pimp her buy links for A Broken Man
Like Brooklyn’s author page on Amazon (Here: http://amazon.com/author/bwilde) And tell me your like number)
Tweet (add a link on the comments)
Facebook (add a link on the comments)
Pin It! (add a link on the comments)
G+ (add a link on the comments)
Comment with links and Pimp Pimp Pimp
Buy Link for Amazon => http://www.amazon.com/A-Broken-Manebook/dp/B00CJ070KC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digitaltext&ie=UTF8&qid=1367018363&sr=1-1
Buy Link for ARe => https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-abrokenman-1173515-149.html
Buy Link for Barnes and Noble => Coming Soon!!!
So GO! PIMP A BROKEN MAN! And come back. Comment and tell me what you did (BE SURE TO ADD LINKS TO YOUR COMMENTS).
Each share is one entry!
***BONUS POINTS IF YOU GO LIKE HER FB PAGE!***
3 – winners will be chosen on 5/3
SO GET TO IT AND GO SHARE AND PIMP!
Now a little about Brooklyn:
Brooklyn Wilde is a southern-born writer of contemporary romance. She loves complicated characters, good rum, and taking in strays.
http://brooklynwilde.blogspot.com
https://twitter.com/BrooklynWilde1
http://www.facebook.com/brooklyn.wilde.1
http://amazon.com/author/bwilde
http://www.goodreads.com/brooklynwilde
Brooklyn Wilde Release Day and Pimpin’ Giveaway!
Oh you lovely readers!!! It has been waaay too long since I had a giveaway…all of like a few days! That is awful!
Today you are here because I have this great friend that just had a new release (the lovely Brooklyn Wilde). She’s absolutely amazing!!! If you haven’t read her stuff you really should. She writes with a depth of emotion you don’t find often. Anyway, this is a little surprise for her. I’m sponsoring a giveaway FOR HER LOL. So this is a Pimpin’ Giveaway to help my wonderful friend out.
Here’s her awesome new book.
A Broken Man
Can passion heal a broken man?
Ethan Hendrix never needed anyone. But when a car accident leaves him wheelchair-bound, Ethan has nowhere to turn. Ethan’s terrified he may never walk again, much less run the business he worked so hard to build. Angry, alone, and afraid of being forced into a long-term care facility, Ethan reaches out to an unlikely source for help.
Physical therapist Sarah Portman has no patience for self-pity. So when Ethan asks Sarah to move in and be his caretaker, she thinks he’s lost his mind. But Ethan is desperate. In such close quarters, Sarah isn’t sure she can fight the intense sexual connection between them. Can Sarah help Ethan overcome his physical disability or will she be overcome by physical attraction?
Excerpt:
“I can’t do this.” Ethan’s muscles trembled as he strained against the unmoving bar. “I can’t fucking do this.” He slumped back into the chair. A bead of sweat had formed at his left temple.
“Don’t beat yourself up. It’s your first day. Besides, it’s only been, what…?” Sarah flipped up a page on her clipboard to look back at Ethan’s intake form. “Three months since the car accident? You’re doing great.”
“This is pointless.”
“It’s not pointless. The initial eval helps me to put together your physical therapy plan.”
“I’m not talking about the goddamn evaluation. I’m talking about everything. Everything.”
Sarah put her pencil down and looked at Ethan, studying his face. “So why are you here?”
Ethan opened his mouth to speak and shut it again. The question was simple enough, but he couldn’t seem to find an answer.
“I’m serious. What did you come here for if you really think it’s hopeless?”
“It is! Do you even know what the doctors said?”
“That’s not an answer.” Sarah’s eyes were trained on Ethan, daring him to say something. “No one forced you to come here, which can only mean one thing. Whatever the doctors said didn’t convince you.”
Her voice was level and calm, but that tone of practiced patience grated on him. She spoke to him as if he were a dull child, not a man whose life had just been ripped away from him. She patted his legs soothingly, and he stared down at the place where she’d touched him. He hadn’t felt a thing.
Ethan huffed in response. “Whatever. It’s a waste of time.”
“You’re not wasting my time. I get paid the same whether you do the work or not. It’s your dime, buddy.”
“That’s right. What do you even care? I’m just another paycheck to you.”
A wry smile spread across Sarah’s lips. “You caught me. Physical therapy isn’t just about the glamour.” She gestured around the room at the workout machines and therapy tables. “We’re really just in it for the money. I mean, look at what my disgruntled patients’ hard-earned dollars get me.” She nodded to the window. Through it he saw a ten-year-old Honda Civic with a fading paint job baking in the sun.
Ethan’s shoulders sagged as he let out a slow breath, like a balloon deflating. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Smart ass.” Though he tried hard to bite it back, a wisp of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
The front door flew open, and the bells hanging from it jangled when they crashed against the glass. Ethan looked up just as a young boy on a skateboard whizzed inside. With a grunt, the boy popped the board up into the air, and it skidded across the bottom bar of one of the exercise machines. He landed with a thwack and slammed his back foot down on the lip of the board, causing it to leap up into his hand. The kid didn’t seem to be in need of any physical therapy. What was this, a clinic or a skate park?
“New board?” Sarah held out her hand for a quick high five.
“Yep, got it for my birthday.”
“Sweet.”
The boy plopped onto the floor and dug a large box out of his backpack. Ethan cleared his throat in annoyance, yanking Sarah’s attention away from the boy.
“Oh sorry,” she said. “Ethan Hendrix, meet Bradley the Bionic Boy.”
Bradley nodded and uttered a quick “’sup.”
Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. Just then, Bradley got the box open and handed Sarah a large metal object shaped like a scythe.
“Bitchin’.” She turned it over in her hands, admiring the strange-looking object. Finally, she held it out to Ethan. “Bradley here just got his first set of running legs. Wanted to stop by and take them for a quick spin. This should only take a minute.”
Running legs? Ethan heard the words but couldn’t work out what they meant until he saw Bradley roll up his jeans and remove his standard prosthetic legs, revealing stumps just below his knees. The realization took Ethan’s breath away.
Bradley set the prosthetics to the side, still clad in sneakers and white athletic socks. Sarah handed over the running leg, and he fitted it onto his left stump. Compared to the standard prosthetics, the running blade looked sleek and futuristic, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Bradley pulled the other blade from its box and placed it onto his right stump. In an instant, he was up onto the blades, bouncing and feeling them out. Ethan couldn’t believe how quickly the kid adapted to the new limbs.
Sarah probed around the base, checking the fit. “How do they feel? Any pinching?”
“Nope. They feel good.”
She demonstrated the proper motion and checked Bradley’s form while he took a few practice steps.
“All right.” She gave the kid a conspiratorial glance. “Let’s do this.”
With that, the two of them took off through the aisles. The jog turned into a run when they took the corner and reached a full-blown sprint by the time they made their first lap. Ethan felt like he was watching a bird take flight for the first time. The boy’s movements were awkward at first, but quickly turned graceful, effortless. Sarah jokingly put a hand on his chest and pushed herself ahead, which only spurred him on.
“Really push off and throw your weight into it.” She was running as hard as she could, and the words came out in a short staccato between breaths.
Bradley took to the running legs like a duck to water, and he was pulling away from her with every step. She finally gave in and slowed to a stop. She was breathing heavily by the time she made her way back over to Ethan. Bradley ran another full lap before bringing it home. He spread his arms open for a hug, but misjudged the distance and wound up tackling Sarah to the ground. The two of them collapsed into a heap, laughing hysterically. They could have been brother and sister. Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed like that, and he didn’t think he ever would again.
“A little rough on the landing, but not bad for your first time out.” Sarah gave Bradley a push, and he bounded upright. He was already stuffing his everyday legs, calves first, back into his backpack by the time Sarah managed to get herself up off the floor. The sneakered feet stuck comically out of the unzipped compartment.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’m meeting my friends at the park to show these babies off. Think I’ll be good enough for the track team next year?”
“No question.”
Bradley nodded in Ethan’s general direction and turned to leave. The bells clanged just as hard when Bradley hit the door on his way out as they had when he came in. Sarah was still smiling when she turned her attention back to Ethan, who was eyeing her curiously.
“Did you plan that?” he asked.
“What?”
“Did you ask him to stop by here?”
“No, why would I do that?”
“To make me feel like an asshole.”
That earned a round of laughter from Sarah, and for the first time, Ethan realized how pretty she was. Her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and a few strands of hair had fallen from her ponytail and hung loose about her face. She collapsed into the chair in front of him.
“No,” she said when she finally caught her breath. “But I should have.”
“He’s a real pity-party pooper.”
“That he is.”
“What happened to him anyway?”
“Nothing. Bradley was born without any legs. Can’t miss something you never had.”
“You’re good with kids. You treat him like he’s a grown-up.”
“Well, sometimes kids can be very grown-up, and sometimes adults can be big old babies.” She looked pointedly at him.
“Touché. I guess I don’t have it as bad as I thought.”
“Tell me, what exactly did the doctors say?”
Ethan leaned back in his wheelchair and stared down at his lifeless lower half. “That even though my spinal cord wasn’t severed, I’ll probably never walk again. They said I’m lucky to be alive, and if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt, I wouldn’t be.”
“You are lucky. Probably is better than definitely.” She patted Ethan’s thighs. “No catheter or colostomy bag?”
Ethan reddened at the suggestion and shook his head vehemently.
“Look, if you’ve still got control of your mind and your bowels, you’ve got nothing to complain about.”
“Are you always such a goddamned optimist?”
“Comes with the job. You want someone to listen to you whine? See a shrink.”
“I don’t need a shrink.”
“Okay then. Time to buck up and get your ass to work.”
Now for the GIVEAWAY!!!! Do I hear you cheering?? Yay!!! I’m cheering too!
First the PRIZES!!!
(SORRY International friends, THIS IS A U.S. ONLY Giveaway)
A gorgeous A Broken Man LARGE tote, A Broken Man Mousepad, and A Broken Man Pen
A gorgeous A Broken Man LARGE tote and A Broken Man Pen
A lovely A Broken Man Mousepad and A Broken Man Pen
So you’re wondering what you have to do to win one of these? Not much!
You get an easy entry for commenting…
BUT if you do me a huge favor and share/pimp her buy links for A Broken Man
Like Brooklyn’s author page on Amazon (Here: http://amazon.com/author/bwilde) And tell me your like number)
Tweet (add a link on the comments)
Facebook (add a link on the comments)
Pin It! (add a link on the comments)
G+ (add a link on the comments)
Comment with links and Pimp Pimp Pimp
Buy Link for Amazon => http://www.amazon.com/A-Broken-Manebook/dp/B00CJ070KC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digitaltext&ie=UTF8&qid=1367018363&sr=1-1
Buy Link for ARe => https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-abrokenman-1173515-149.html
Buy Link for Barnes and Noble => Coming Soon!!!
So GO! PIMP A BROKEN MAN! And come back. Comment and tell me what you did (BE SURE TO ADD LINKS TO YOUR COMMENTS).
Each share is one entry!
***BONUS POINTS IF YOU GO LIKE HER FB PAGE!***
3 – winners will be chosen on 5/3
SO GET TO IT AND GO SHARE AND PIMP!
Now a little about Brooklyn:
Brooklyn Wilde is a southern-born writer of contemporary romance. She loves complicated characters, good rum, and taking in strays.
http://brooklynwilde.blogspot.com
https://twitter.com/BrooklynWilde1
http://www.facebook.com/brooklyn.wilde.1
http://amazon.com/author/bwilde
http://www.goodreads.com/brooklynwilde
April 19, 2013
Magic Touch Giveaway Hop ***WINNERS***
WINNERS ARE:
Melissa Robles #1
Heather Coulter #2
Shadow Kohler #3
Please email me at millytaidenauthor@gmail.com for your prizes!
Hello you awesome readers!
Welcome to my stop on the magic touch giveaway hop and swag bonanza!!! Yay!!! (I know I’m an exclamation point lover LOL)
I have awesome goodies for you today!
Ah. The magic touch. Those sexy men that can touch you with their words, their eyes and their personalities. That’s the magic touch I want to focus on today. I love a sexy man that can drive me absolutely crazy with just the timbre of his voice. That is more than just magic.
Example is this bit from my current release, Wolf Protector (a paranormal erotic romance)
Erica peeked at Buchanan’s smiling profile from behind her sunglasses. All dressed in black, he looked like a super hot Navy Seal. The T-shirt did nothing to cover the bulging muscles that rippled whenever he gripped the wheel. His short, spiky hair and five o’clock shadow made him look oh-so fine. And the reflective sunglasses added to his sexy, bad-boy allure. Goddamn it, she needed to get laid! Pronto, or she’d start seeing Buchanan as more than a Casanova and more like a possible candidate to end her sexual hiatus.
I love it! sigh. Here’s another bit that makes me smile.
Erica sighed into the kiss and allowed her lips to soften under Trent’s slow invasion. Sparks bubbled in her blood and fired her veins with each swipe of his tongue. He drew slow circles over her lips before moving into her mouth. Tingles coursed through her body, going straight to her core. Their tongues caressed each other in a sensual ritual that left her breathless and panting.
His hands moved under her top, tracing the curve of her waist and crawling up her sides. Urgency for him, the only man she’d been wanting for years, made her pull at his T-shirt. Her hands gripped the cotton material and lifted. He must’ve gotten the hint, because his hands left her body and he stripped off the shirt. And good lord was she happy to see him without the offensive cloth. She knew he was hot, like really fucking hot, but seeing all those muscles up close and personal made her want to purr.
Wolf Protector
A woman with a secret…
The Federal Paranormal Unit is an elite squad of supernaturals dedicated to solving missing persons cases. Erica’s gift allows her a special connection with the crime, but it comes at a deep personal cost… Until now, she’s kept her gift a secret, even from the other members of the team. But this case will throw her together with Agent Trent Buchanan. He’s the object of her secret desires, but he’s also a cocky womanizer. She’d rather swim in shark-infested waters with a paper cut than admit she has feelings for him.
A man with one desire…
Wolf Shifter Trent wants Erica more than he’s ever wanted any woman. He’s spent years patiently waiting for her to admit that she wants him too. Working one-on-one in a race to find a serial killer, Trent’s patience and Erica’s resolve wear thin. When Trent discovers the truth about Erica, will he accept her for who she is? And can he protect her from the horrors that her gift brings?
A case that pushes them to the edge…
Erica will have to risk it all if she wants to stop the killer, and when she does, Trent may have to put his own life on the line to make sure his mate is protected…
BUY IT NOW AT AMAZON , BARNES & NOBLE, ARE, KOBO or SMASHWORDS
Now that you’ve gotten a taste of my sexiness that is wolf Protector. Let’s talk giveaway!
You’re here for sexiness and swag. So I am giving away 2 very pretty swag items..
3 Winners will get…
Winner #1A handmade Swagmaster bookmark of Wolf Protector
Winner #2A Cassie Creations Keychain of Wolf Protector
Winner #3
Magic Touch Giveaway Hop
Hello you awesome readers!
Welcome to my stop on the magic touch giveaway hop and swag bonanza!!! Yay!!! (I know I’m an exclamation point lover LOL)
I have awesome goodies for you today!
Ah. The magic touch. Those sexy men that can touch you with their words, their eyes and their personalities. That’s the magic touch I want to focus on today. I love a sexy man that can drive me absolutely crazy with just the timbre of his voice. That is more than just magic.
Example is this bit from my current release, Wolf Protector (a paranormal erotic romance)
Erica peeked at Buchanan’s smiling profile from behind her sunglasses. All dressed in black, he looked like a super hot Navy Seal. The T-shirt did nothing to cover the bulging muscles that rippled whenever he gripped the wheel. His short, spiky hair and five o’clock shadow made him look oh-so fine. And the reflective sunglasses added to his sexy, bad-boy allure. Goddamn it, she needed to get laid! Pronto, or she’d start seeing Buchanan as more than a Casanova and more like a possible candidate to end her sexual hiatus.
I love it! sigh. Here’s another bit that makes me smile.
Erica sighed into the kiss and allowed her lips to soften under Trent’s slow invasion. Sparks bubbled in her blood and fired her veins with each swipe of his tongue. He drew slow circles over her lips before moving into her mouth. Tingles coursed through her body, going straight to her core. Their tongues caressed each other in a sensual ritual that left her breathless and panting.
His hands moved under her top, tracing the curve of her waist and crawling up her sides. Urgency for him, the only man she’d been wanting for years, made her pull at his T-shirt. Her hands gripped the cotton material and lifted. He must’ve gotten the hint, because his hands left her body and he stripped off the shirt. And good lord was she happy to see him without the offensive cloth. She knew he was hot, like really fucking hot, but seeing all those muscles up close and personal made her want to purr.
Wolf Protector
A woman with a secret…
The Federal Paranormal Unit is an elite squad of supernaturals dedicated to solving missing persons cases. Erica’s gift allows her a special connection with the crime, but it comes at a deep personal cost… Until now, she’s kept her gift a secret, even from the other members of the team. But this case will throw her together with Agent Trent Buchanan. He’s the object of her secret desires, but he’s also a cocky womanizer. She’d rather swim in shark-infested waters with a paper cut than admit she has feelings for him.
A man with one desire…
Wolf Shifter Trent wants Erica more than he’s ever wanted any woman. He’s spent years patiently waiting for her to admit that she wants him too. Working one-on-one in a race to find a serial killer, Trent’s patience and Erica’s resolve wear thin. When Trent discovers the truth about Erica, will he accept her for who she is? And can he protect her from the horrors that her gift brings?
A case that pushes them to the edge…
Erica will have to risk it all if she wants to stop the killer, and when she does, Trent may have to put his own life on the line to make sure his mate is protected…
BUY IT NOW AT AMAZON , BARNES & NOBLE, ARE, KOBO or SMASHWORDS
Now that you’ve gotten a taste of my sexiness that is wolf Protector. Let’s talk giveaway!
You’re here for sexiness and swag. So I am giving away 2 very pretty swag items..
3 Winners will get…
Winner #1A handmade Swagmaster bookmark of Wolf Protector
Winner #2A Cassie Creations Keychain of Wolf Protector
Winner #3
April 5, 2013
Caged Heat Release Party ***WINNERS***
Want to know who won the games at the release party? Winners listed below in order of game played and prize to be awarded!
DID YOU WIN? AWESOME!!! GO BACK TO THE PARTY AND PM Master Pimp Iris with your address or email address if it applies
YOU HAVE 48 HRs or your prize is FORFEITED and a new winner will be selected.
Game
Host
Prize
Winner
Caption Kitty
Milly Taiden
Stone Soup Bookmark
Jeannie Shahid Christo
Fill in the Blanks
Milly Taiden
Stone Soup Necklace
Nicole Kuhn
April 1, 2013
Swagtastic REVIEW Giveaway!!! ***WINNERS***
WINNERS FOR THIS GIVEAWAY ARE AS FOLLOWS:
SHAYNA S. PRIZE 1
MICHELLE W. PRIZE 2
RUTH G. PRIZE 3
I’m having a brand new giveaway starting today through Monday 4/15
DID YOU READ Wolf Protector?
Did you LOVE it?
Did you write a review?
Then this is the giveaway for YOU!
Send me a link to mtgiveaways@gmail.com and you will be entered to win one of these 3 AWESOME prizes…
Awesome Prize #1 – (US/CA only)
A Wolf Protector LARGE Tote and a handmade specialty bookmark
Awesome Prize #2 (Int’l)
A Wolf Protector bead bracelet, a key chain and a mouse pad
Awesome Prize #3 (Int’l)
Wolf protector swag pack and specialty handmade bookmark
So now that I have your attention with my awesome swag…you want to know how to win it, right?
It’s really easy!!!
If you READ and LOVED Wolf Protector and wrote a review.
Send me a copy of your review link to: mtgiveaways@gmail.com
It could be from any of the following:
Good Reads
Amazon.com
Barnes and Nobles
Kobo
And if you send me more than one link you get extra entries for each one.
So what are you waiting for? Send me a those links for a chance to win win win!
Swagtastic REVIEW Giveaway!!!
I’m having a brand new giveaway starting today through Monday 4/15
DID YOU READ Wolf Protector?
Did you LOVE it?
Did you write a review?
Then this is the giveaway for YOU!
Send me a link to mtgiveaways@gmail.com and you will be entered to win one of these 3 AWESOME prizes…
Awesome Prize #1 – (US/CA only)
A Wolf Protector LARGE Tote and a handmade specialty bookmark
Awesome Prize #2 (Int’l)
A Wolf Protector bead bracelet, a key chain and a mouse pad
Awesome Prize #3 (Int’l)
Wolf protector swag pack and specialty handmade bookmark
So now that I have your attention with my awesome swag…you want to know how to win it, right?
It’s really easy!!!
If you READ and LOVED Wolf Protector and wrote a review.
Send me a copy of your review link to: mtgiveaways@gmail.com
It could be from any of the following:
Good Reads
Amazon.com
Barnes and Nobles
Kobo
And if you send me more than one link you get extra entries for each one.
So what are you waiting for? Send me a those links for a chance to win win win!
March 29, 2013
Wolf Protector Release Party **WINNERS**
Want to know who won the games at the release party? Winners listed below in order of game played and prize to be awarded!
DID YOU WIN? AWESOME GO BACK TO THE PARTY AND PM Master Pimp Iris with your address or email address if it applies
Game
Host
Prize
WINNER!
Trivia
Milly Taiden
Stone Soup bookmark
Helena Ferrell
Caption Dog
Milly Taiden
Stone Soup Keychain
Amanda Jones
Ramirez Photo
Crystal Newman
Swag Pack
Dawn Froggy Saenz
Bookgo
Crystal Newman
Flowerpot christmas tree by B. Wilde
Kandi Steger
Erica Trivia
Crystal Newman
Milly Keychain
Tami Peterson
Caption Jenn Sheri Pic
Jennifer Wedmore
WP Tote
Nicole Kuhn
Fill in the blank
Jennifer Wedmore
To Hiss or Kiss by Katya Armonk
Karen Guest
Continue Story
Jennifer Wedmore
WP Mousepad
Sue Ellen Robertson
March 28, 2013
Guest Blog – Kameron and Dirk
I have a super awesome treat for you my awesome readers! Dirk and Kameron are visiting today and you best get something cold for this visit! They are the power couple writing smexy stories together. Oh, want proof? Scroll down and check it out!
Bio: Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re
anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Sinfully Delicious” (M/F)
Book Summary:
Christine’s been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates are romantic non-starters — in the worst way. But all it takes is one… and when the right man comes along, he’s Sinfully Delicious.
(Purchase link)
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1996
Excerpt:
Wednesday Evening
It’d been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the loving touch of anyone but herself — not that she was keeping track. Which was the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.
“Woo hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”
Christine studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”
“Babe, you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”
Christine’s hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are you lurking nearby?”
Jasmine’s voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”
Christine gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”
“I love you too. Now go.”
Christine nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee, picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.
The announcer rang the bell.
The first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom, leaving her alone.
Christine couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain seated for the entire two minutes.
Ding. A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet, laugh lines — nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to give you a discount.”
Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush; however, Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end quickly enough for her liking.
Ding. “Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance, he turned and walked away.
Prospective dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.
Instead, she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear. “I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something strong.”
Christine looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”
“You may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes. That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”
Christine grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize the effect his words were having on her?
He winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”
Sin’s face tensed up. “Not yet, you don’t.”
Contact info:
Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKamGoodreads’ links:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brook
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler
Amazon Author Pages:
