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It's all in the...touring, apparently

With the release Never Say Never around the corner, I’m on the move. Have a wonderful tour booked courtesy of both Shades of Rose Marketing, and Tasty Book Tours.
What’s Never Say Never about, I hear you ask? Well, it’s all in the blurb…
When pretend turns to desire, heartbreak is unavoidable.
Sander Chase needs a date for his ex-fiancée's engagement party, but he doesn't have time for a woman in his life. Between working on the TV show Do You Have What It Takes? and his band reforming, he's too busy for a relationship. What he needs is a pretend girlfriend. He thinks he may have found the perfect woman for the job, and the bribe he offers means she's sure to accept.
After losing her job in the film industry, breaking up with her movie star boyfriend, and finding out her mum has dementia, Chloe Butler returned to the UK determined to put her life back together. The last thing she needs is to parade around London on the arm of a celebrity, and after the heartbreak caused by her ex, she swore she'd never again date a star. But when Sander offers her a chance at her dream job, it's not something she can turn down.
As Chloe gets to know Sander she learns he's nothing like her scumbag ex. But she struggles to fight her attraction to him, knowing their relationship is only for show and their separation date is closing in fast.
Ignoring the insane chemistry between them should be easy for Sander, especially since he carries a secret that means there can be no future for them, but the more time he spends with Chloe, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.
Content Warning: contains more denial than you'll find in a courtroom, more sexual tension than most people could handle, and explosive sex that some readers may find long overdue.
Yup, you’ve been warned.
So, where am I at? Here’s a looksee at what’s lined up so far.
 15/04/2013: A Tasty Read & Unwrapping Romance
22/04/2013: New Age Mamma & Ella Jade
23/04/2013: Harlie’s Books
24/04/2013: The Ebook Reviewer
25/04/2013: Lacey Wolfe
26/04/2013: Tamaria Soana
27/04/2013: Emily Wood
30/04/2013: Melissa Keir
30/4/2013: Manga Maniac Café – Interview & Review
02/05/2013 Krista Ames
09/05/2013 Intriguing Reads
10/05/2015 Viari Rose
And courtesy of Tasty Book Tours…
13/05/2013  The Avid Reader
(Stop 2)     Queen of the Night Reviews- Review
14/05/2013 For the Love of Bookends
15/05/2013 Readaholics Reviews- Review
16/05/2013 SnifferWalk Books- Review
17/05/2013 Paranormal Romance and Beyond

20/05/2013 Fab, Fun and Tantalizing Reads- Review
21/05/2013 Crazy Four Books- Review
22/05/2013 Book Reviews and More by Kathy
23/05/2013 SMI Book Club- Review
24/05/2013 Tattooed Book Review
(Stop 2)     Paws and Print

27/05/2013 Busy Mom's Book Reviews
28/05/2013 ToBe Thode- Review
29/05/2013 Illustrious Illusions- Review
30/05/2013 Storm Goddess Book Reviews- Review
(Stop 2)     Live Read and Breathe- Review
31/05/2013 Reading is my Time Out- Review
(Stop 2)    Flirting with Romance
As you can see, I’m going to be all over the place ;o). Hope you have a chance to stop by some of the sites.
xoxo

Review - Double Dare by Melissa Blue

I've been waiting forever for this trilogy, and finally, book 1 is here. Scroll down for my review.
First impressions are lasting impressions...
Pastry baker Emmaline Sharp is one business connection away from turning her bakery into something more than the dessert shop on the corner. She believes she’s found Mr. Right in café owner Tobias Merchant. His Caff-aholic brand of freshly brewed coffee makes him the perfect partner. When she accepts a dare that thrusts her naked self into Tobias’ waiting arms, she jeopardizes her entire future. Emma will have to convince him to give her another chance, and somehow she'll just have to ignore the unexpected passion he ignites within her.
Tobias needs the connection with Emma’s bakery, Sweet Tooth, in order to liberate himself from the financial and emotional obligations of his past. Unfortunately, Emma's reckless behavior leaves him doubting she can be level-headed and business savvy. Every one of his instincts tells him to walk away, but she’s a temptation he can't seem to deny. He's inexplicably drawn to the lightness in her, especially when he knows just how dark the world can be. Against his better judgment, Tobias ignores his instincts and proceeds to form a partnership with Emma.
When their relationship shifts from business to personal, will Emma and Tobias be able to conquer their demons and find their sweet reward before the deal turns sour?

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My Review: This story kicks off with Emma partaking in a crazy dare to help cheer up her best friend after a breakup. This is the first time Emma meets Tobias, naked as the day she was born, with a cop car doing patrols of the neighbourhood. He saves her from possibly being lifted, even though he doesn’t know she’s his future business partner.
Tobias is utterly gorgeous, and the poor guy is getting over the murder of his fiancé. He’s quiet, reserved, and the ex-cop in him can’t help try to figure Emma out. He moved to town with his younger brother Josh—by the way, he totally needs his own story when he grows up—who Tobias has also been keeping secrets from. His first instinct is to protect those in his life. Though a bit stuffy in the beginning (the dare/stunt was frowned upon) Tobias quickly won me over with the way he cared for Emma and Josh.
Emma is the quiet one in her trio of friends. She’s wary, a little bit of a pushover, and a queen desert maker. But she is in no way shallow. Emma has a horrid past, losing her parents at a young age and trying to make her way in the world. She hurts, she feels, she cares and when she does I was right there with her. Tobias managed to coax her out of her shell to the point where she even stood up to the strongest personality in her group, and I think I fell for him a little more around then.
All in all, Double Dare was a fantastic story and I can’t wait for the second in the series, Twice Smitten. The humour one expects from a Melissa Blue story is inherent from the first page, right to the end. Both characters are a little broken, even though they may at times not think it, but they heal each other up nicely and I’m not ashamed to say I cried at the end. The scenes with Emma and her two best friends Sasha and Abigail are brilliant and I could picture being there, rolling my eyes at something Abigail said, or giggling at one of Sasha’s one liners.
I highly recommend this story, and can’t wait for the second! Get to work Ms Blue.
xoxo 

Dangerous Refuge

I love a good suspense and Elizabeth Lowell’s Dangerous Refuge sounds fab.
Beautiful, sweet Shaye and dark, dangerous Tanner don’t have a lot in common. He’s a suspicious big city cop come home to his family’s ranch and she’s a bleeding heart who works for a group that seeks out ranches to conserve after the owners have passed away. But the suspicious death of Tanner’s uncle at his ranch throws the two opposites together and sparks fly. Working as a pair, using Shay’s sweet personality and town connections, as well as Tanner’s experience, they set out to find justice - they never expected to find love along the way as well. They both say it will just be temporary but when Shay is put in danger, Tanner realizes that he’ll give up just about anything to save the woman he loves. But will he have to sacrifice his life to save hers?








Author Info:Elizabeth Lowell’s many remarkable historical and contemporary novels include New York Times bestsellers, Forget Me Not, Only Love, A Woman Without Lies, Autumn Lover and Winter Fire. Amber Beach, Jade Island, Pearl Cove and Midnight in Ruby Bayou were also instant New York Times bestsellers. Ms. Lowell has more than twenty million books in print. She lives in Nevada with her husband with whom she writes mystery novels under a pseudonym.
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The Tides of Memory

And today I have a fantastic excerpt from Sidney Sheldon's The Tides of Memory. 
On the surface the De Vere family appear to have it all: Wealth, political power, and idyllic life split between their London mansion, Oxfordshire country house and their idyllic, sprawling Martha’s Vineyard estate.But beneath the gilded façade, and the family’s apparently watertight bonds with one another, lie many secrets, some of them deadly. When the mistakes of youth refuse to stay buried, and generation old hatreds resurface, the De Veres find themselves on the brink of losing everything. How far will each of them go to conceal the truth and protect the family?




Author Info:
The late novelist and screenwriter Sidney Sheldon remains one of the world’s top bestselling authors, having sold more than 300 million copies of his books. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? was his most recent in a long line of huge hits on bestseller lists everywhere. He is also the only writer to have won an Oscar, a Tony, and an Edgar. THE GUINNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS heralds him as the most translated author in the world.

Tilly Bagshawe is a New York Times Bestselling author. She lives in Los Angeles, California, and London with her husband and children.
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Excerpt PROLOGUE “Was there anything else, Home Secretary?”Alexia De Vere smiled. Home Secretary. Surely the most beautiful two words in the English language. Except forPrime Minister, of course. The Tory party’s newest superstar laughed at herself. One step at a time, Alexia.“No thank you Edward. I’ll call if I need you.”Sir Edward Manning nodded briefly and left the room. A senior civil servant in his early sixties and bastion of the Westminster political establishment, Sir Edward Manning was as tall and grey and rigid as a matchstick. In the coming months, Sir Edward would be Alexia De Vere’s constant companion: advising, cautioning, expertly guiding her through the maze of Home Office politics. But right now, in these first few hours in the job, Alexia De Vere wanted to be alone. She wanted to savor the sweet taste of victory without an audience. To sit back and revel in the profound thrill of power.After all, she’d earned it.Getting up from her desk, she paced around her new office, a vast eyrie of a room perched high in one of the baroque towers of the Palace of Westminster. The interior design was more functional than fabulous. A matching pair of ugly brown sofas at one end (those must go), a simple desk and chair at the other, and a bookcase stuffed with dusty, un-read tomes of political history. But none of that mattered once you saw the view. Spectacular didn’t begin to cover it. Floor to ceiling windows provided a panoramic vista of London, from the towers of Canary Wharf in the east to the mansions of Chelsea in the west. It was a view that said one thing and one thing only.Power.And it was all hers.I am theHome Secretary of Great Britain. The second most important member of Her Majesty’s Government.How had it happened? How had a junior prisons minister, and a deeply unpopular one at that, leapfrogged so many other senior candidates to land the big job? Poor Kevin Lomax over at Trade & Industry must be spitting yellow, coffee-stained teeth. The thought made Alexia De Vere feel warm inside. Patronizing old fossil. He wrote me off years ago, but who’s laughing now?Pilloried in the press for being wealthy, aristocratic and out-of-touch with ordinary voters, and dubbed the new Iron Lady by the tabloids, Alexia De Vere’’s sentencing reform bill had been savaged by MPs on both sides of the house for being ‘compassionless’ and ‘brutal.’ No parole sentences might work in America, a country so barbaric they still had the death penalty. But they weren’t going to fly here, in civilized Great Britain.That’s what theysaid. But when push came to shove, they’d all voted the bill through.Cowards. Cowards and hypocrites the lot of them.Alexia De Vere knew how unpopular the bill had made her, with colleagues, with the media, with lower income voters. So she was as shocked as everyone else when the Prime Minister, Henry Whitman, chose to appoint her as his Home Secretary. But she didn’t dwell on it. The fact was, Henry Whitmanhadappointed her. At the end of the day that was all that mattered.Reaching into a box, Alexia pulled out some family photographs. She preferred to keep her work and home lives separate, but these days everyone was so touchy-feely, having pictures of one’s children on one’s desk had become de rigeur.There was her daughter Roxie at eighteen, her blonde head thrown back, laughing. How Alexia missed that laugh. Of course, the picture had been taken before the accident.The accident Alexia De Vere hated the euphemism for her daughter’s suicide attempt, a three story leap that had left Roxie wheelchair bound for the rest of her life. In Alexia’s view, one should call a spade a spade. But Alexia’s husband, Teddy insisted on it. Dear Teddy. He always was a soft touch.Placing her husband’s photograph next to their daughter’s, Alexia smiled. An unprepossessing, paunchy middle aged man, with thinning hair and permanently ruddy cheeks, Teddy De Vere beamed at the camera like a lovable bear.How different my life would have been without him. How much, how very much, I owe him.Of course, Teddy De Vere was not the only man to whom Alexia owed her good fortune. There was Henry Whitman, the new Tory Prime Minister and Alexia’s self-appointed political mentor. And somewhere, far, far away from here, there was another man. A good man. A man who had helped her.But she mustn’t think about that man. Not now. Not today.Today was a day of triumph and celebration. It was no time for regrets.The third picture was of Alexia’s son, Michael. What an insanely beautiful boy he was, with his dark curls and slate-grey eyes and that mischievous smile that melted female hearts from a thousand paces. Sometimes Alexia thought that Michael was the only person on earth she had ever loved unconditionally. Roxie ought to fall into that category too, but after everything that had happened between them, the bad blood had poisoned the relationship beyond repairAfter the photographs it was time for the congratulations cards, which had been arriving in a steady stream since Alexia’s shock appointment was announced two days earlier. Most of them were dull, corporate affairs sent by lobbyists or constituency hangers-on. They had pictures of popping champagne bottles or dreary floral still-lifes. But one card in particular immediately caught Alexia’s eye. Against a stars and stripes background, the words ‘YOU ROCK!” were emblazoned in garish gold. The message inside read:‘Congratulations, darling Alexia! SO excited and SO proud of you. All my love, Lucy!!!! xxx’Alexia De Vere grinned. She had very few female friends – very few friends of any kind, in fact - but Lucy Meyer was the exception that proved the rule. A neighbor from Martha’s Vineyard, where the De Veres owned a summer home – Teddy had fallen in love with the island whilst at Harvard Business School - , Lucy Meyer had become almost like a sister. Lucy was a traditional home-maker, albeit of the uber-wealthy variety, and as American as apple pie. Alternately motherly and child-like, she was the sort of woman who used a lot of exclamation points in emails and wrote her I’s with full circles instead of dots on the top. To say that Lucy Meyer and Alexia De Vere had little in common would be like saying that Israel and Palestine didn’t always see exactly eye to eye. And yet the two women’s friendship, forged over so many blissful summers on Martha’s Vineyard, had survived all the ups and downs of Alexia’s crazy political life.Standing by the window, Alexia gazed down at the Thames. From up here the river looked benign and stately, a softly flowing ribbon of silver snaking its silent way through the city. But down below, Alexia knew, its currents could be deadly. Even now, at fifty nine years of age and at the pinnacle of her career, Alexia De Vere couldn’t look at water without feeling a shudder of foreboding. She twisted her wedding ring nervously.How easily it can all be washed away! Power, happiness, even life itself. It only takes an instant, a single unguarded instant. And it’s gone.Her phone buzzed loudly.“Sorry to disturb you Home Secretary. But I have Ten Downing Street on line one . I assume you’ll take the Prime Minister’s call?”Alexia De Vere shook her head, willing the ghosts of the past away.“Of course Edward. Put him through.” Click the Tour Banner for more stops.

Kiss of Temptation

Hi folks. Yup, I’m introducing you to more fabulous books this week with three new releases by Avon. 
Check out this juicy excerpt from Sandra Hill’s Kiss of Temptation.


Ivak Sigurdsson had led a lustful life, leaving a trail of broken hearts--and lives--in his wake. Of course, a man can only live that way for so long, and when a vengeful husband finally breaks through Ivak’s defenses, he is given a choice: die, or serve the archangel Michael and become a vangel.
A thousand years later, determined to prove his worth to Michael and finally gain reprieve, Ivak is successfully avoiding temptation...until he meets Gabrielle Sonnier. The sexy lawyer is just his type, and Ivak wastes no time in telling her so. But Gabrielle has bigger problems on her plate than a horny Viking. So Ivak has no choice but to help Gabrielle, and in doing so, they might both discover there are more tempting things in life than work or play...like love.

Author Info:
Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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Excerpt
PROLOGUE The Norselands, 850 a.d., where men…and life…were always hard… Ivak Sigurdsson was an excessively lustsome man.Ne’er would he deny that fact, nor bow his head in embarrassment. In truth, he’d well earned his far-renowned wordfame for virility. On his back. On his front. Standing. Sitting. On the bow and in the bowels of a longship. Behind the Saxon king’s throne. Deep in a cave. High in a tree. Under a bush. On a bed. In a cow byre. Once even with…well, never mind, that had been when he was very young and on a dare and another story entirely.He liked women. Everything about them. Not just the sex bits. He liked their scent, the feel of their silky skin, the allure of their secrets, the sound of their sighs and moans, the taste of them. And women liked him, too. He wanted them all.You could say lust was a sixth sense for Ivak. He was a Viking, after all.He’d been twelve years old when, swaggering with over-confidence, he’d tried his dubious charms on his father’s eighth concubine who’d laughed herself into a weeping fit afore showing him exactly which hole he should aim for. Now, twenty years and at least two hundred bedmates later--he’d stopped counting after that incident in Hedeby-- there was naught he did not know about sex. Men came to him for advice all the time. Women, tooThe cold Norse winds blew outside his keep now, but he and his comrades-in-arms were warm inside as they sat before one of the five hearth fires that ran through the center of his great hall at Thorstead. Their body heat was aided by the mead they were imbibing and the satiety that comes from having tupped more than the ale barrel, and it not yet eventide.When bored and having no wars to fight, or any other time for that matter, taking an enthusiastic maid to the bed furs was always a worthwhile pastime. Leastways, it was for Ivak. You’d think his jaded appetites would have waned by now. Instead, he found himself wanting more and more. And the things he tried these days pushed even his sensibilities for decency…but not enough to stop him.And, of course, when bored and having no wars to fight, men did what men did throughout time. Drank.In fact, Esbe, the widow of one of his swordsmen, walked amongst them now, refilling their horns from a pottery pitcher. When she got to him, she smiled, a small, secretive smile that Ivak understood perfectly. Women told him that he had an aura about him…a presence, so to speak. By leaning against a wall just so, or merely staring at them through half-slitted eyes, or gods forbid, winking at them, he sent a silent message. Here was a man who knew things.He smiled back at Esbe, who shared his bed furs on occasion, and watched appreciatively, along with every one of his men, as she walked away from them, hips swaying from side to side.Another thing men did when bored and having no wars to fights, and especially when drinking, was talk about women.“Tell me true, Ivak,” demanded Haakon the Horse, a name he’d been given because of a face so long he could lick the bottom of a bucket and still see over the rim, not because of other bodily attributes. Haakon was a master at swordplay if ever there was one, a soldier you’d want at your back in battle, but an irksome oaf when drukkinn, and he was halfway there already. “There must have been times when your lance failed to rise to the occasion. It happens to the best of men betimes.”Ivak exchanged a quick glance with his best friend, Serk the Silent, who sat beside him on the bench. Serk, a man of few words, did not need to speak for Ivak to know that he was thinking: Here it comes!Ivak tapped his chin with a forefinger, as if actually giving the query consideration. He could feel Serk shaking with silent laughter. “Nay, it never has, though there have been times I’ve had to take a vow of celibacy to give it a rest.” He cupped himself for emphasis.“For how long?” scoffed Ingolf, his chief archer. A grin twitched at Ingolf’s hugely mustached upper lip, knowing when Ivak was about to pull a jest.“Oh, a good long time. Two days at most,” Ivak admitted.Everyone, except Haakon, found amusement in his jest, including Kugge, the young squire he’d been training of late. Gazing at Ivak in wonder, Kugge blurted out, “Did it hurt?”“The celibacy or the excess?” Ivak asked, trying to keep a straight face.


Make sure to check back in tomorrow for another fab snippet.
xoxo

#EasterGiveaway The Winners

First I’d like to thank everyone who joined in this week, authors, entrants and everyone who shared the links. You’re all completely fabulous!
Now I had a very technical system for finding the winners (not as technical as the evil Rafflecopter, but close). It involved lots of strips of paper with names, and a bowl. My wonderful brother demanded money for his time kindly offered to pick out the winners for each prize.
We’ll start with the daily gift cards. So, the winners of the $5 (or Sterling equivalent) daily gift cards are…
Alison/Eleanor CastleCathy P Veronica Deb
And on Friday the lovely Melissa Blue offered a $30 Amazon US gift card to one person who commented on the post. Congratulations Amy! I’ll send Mel your details.
And the winner of the grand prize which included a $25 (or Sterling equivalent) gift card for Amazon or B&N, and a bundle of ebooks & paperbacks donated by participating authors is…
BN 100
Congratulations! I’ll email you all soon for your details.
Hope you all have a lovely weekend.
xoxo

Sinful Saturday...

Welcome to my first sinful Saturday. I'll be announcing the winners of the Easter Giveaway later today.
First, I have a sinful post from Isle of Sensuality to share. What is Sinful Saturday I hear you ask?


Post 7-10 sinful sentences every Saturday.
You can sign up using the form on the site (click the graphic above). Sign up begins each Sunday morning and ends on Wednesday night.

This week I’m using ten sentences from the ‘on screen’ love scene being filmed by the hero and heroine. It’s also a turning point for Caitlyn, as she decides (quite rightly so) that even though Jake’s all wrong for her, the man knows what he’s doing and who wouldn’t want to get a piece of that?

Jake’s thrusts increased in speed and pressure. Her mind went fuzzy around the edges.His mouth against hers. The feel of his hard strength pushing her closer to some unknown pleasure.Caitlyn hovered at some undiscovered edge. Needing more pressure. Needing,something. This…this was almost bliss. It was so close she could feel it.“Cut!”




 Need more? Isle of Sensuality is available here: Beachwalk Press , Amazon US, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble,All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand & Kobo.

Make sure to pop back later when I’ll be announcing the winners of the epic giveaway. XOXO

#EasterGiveaway - last chance to win!

Thanks for stopping by. This is your last chance to enter the giveaway, and the wonderful Melissa Blue has made the competition even sweeter. As well as a chance to win the $5 daily gift card (or Sterling equivalent) and gain an extra entry into the prize draw, everyone who comments on this post will have the chance to win a $30 Amazon gift card (On Amazon US only). You can thank Ms Blue later. For now, I have a tantalizing excerpt from five lovely ladies.
More details on how to enter are at the bottom of the post. Happy reading everyone!
Warning, some excerpts contain adult material
Everything He Dreamed, by Melissa Blue
The smile was still tugging at her lips when she gazed at him, but it had left her gaze. “Are you going to tell me the truth now?”He had to look away because if he held her gaze, he'd ask and screw the rest of the day up. Phoenix wasn't dumb. If she wasn't safe, she wouldn't live in a cabin a mile away from anyone else. She wouldn't be here with him now, if someone was after her. He grabbed hold of her shift and closed the space between them. He brushed his lips over hers and she sighed, laying her hands on his wrists.“Tony,” she murmured. “Not now.”His jaw clenched and he shook his head. “Either kiss me or tell me.”She lifted her chin and kissed him deeply, in front of his family, and in that moment he didn't give a good damn. Her lips were soft and succulent and he could have lived on the taste of her. Sweet and dark and filled with secrets she refused to tell him. She'd rather kiss him than tell him. His gut churned, and his hand tightened on the shift, but he kissed her anyway.She made a noise, low, that sounded full of pain, and she turned her head away. She blinked fast and tried to smile. “I think your mother has all the fodder she needs now.”“Mateo would have gotten the twenty anyway,” he said, still not able to look her in the eye. “So, where do you want to start? Food, family, or booze?”“Booze.”He nodded. “Definitely, booze.”She squeezed his wrists. “Thank you for not asking.”But he would. Not now, but soon he'd ask for the heartache.
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Friends & Lovers, by Tara Mills
Loving Wes wasn’t what came as such a surprise to her—no, it was falling in love with him all over again, but deeper this time, that made everything so intense and special. This wasn’t a one-sided infatuation with a fantasy, this was the real deal, warmly reciprocated.Dropping her eyes down his body as he dried his hands, Lauren wondered if Wes even noticed he was still naked. She certainly couldn’t help it.“Come here,” she said with a husky voice, pulling him close and wrapping her arms and legs around him.Wes dipped down and kissed her, and Lauren gave herself up to the heady sensations of bare skin to bare skin, tongue to tongue, and their heartbeats synchronizing. She tightened her grip on him and felt his erection brush against her. She pressed back willingly.He groaned. “You realize this isn’t the bedroom.”“Your point is?” Lauren put her ear against his chest and listened to his heart as she ran her fingertip lightly along the underside of his cock, making both jump to attention.“Hold that thought,” he said and dashed to the bedroom for a condom.Lauren’s towel was draped over the top of the shower door when he got back.
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The Naked Truth, by Lacey Wolfe
Abigail stepped back out of the way and let Josh enter.“It smells good.” He glanced around. “I was cleaning. I was just about to wash up before you showed up unexpected.” He grinned. “I thought we could open this together.” She eyed the white rectangle in his hand. “That’s for you. Not me. I know you’re the father. You were the last man I was with.” “Before you found out you were pregnant?” She laughed. “No, as in you’re the last man I’ve ever had sex with.” “You don’t mean…” “Oh, yeah, I mean it. I’m a single mother. I don’t have time to date.” He was quiet and she found it amusing. She could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. “Open it up.” He set the envelope on the table next to him and closed the space between them. “It was five years ago that you and I were intimate. And in all this time, you’ve never gone to bed with another man?” “You’re still on that?” Men. His hand wrapped around her neck and he pulled her face to his. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to know I was the last one to touch you?” She shook her head. “What does it mean to you?” “How about I show you? Can I?” She gazed at his lips and licked hers. Before she knew what was happening, she nodded and his mouth crushed against hers. He stole her breath when his tongue swooped in and met hers. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders, bringing her body closer to his. Her body burst with pleasure, the same way she felt years ago. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her. Her legs intertwined with his waist. Josh spun her around, setting her on the same table the envelope was on.He ended the kiss, but only to begin a trail on her cheek, to her chin, neck, and collarbone. “Oh God,” she murmured.
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The Morning After, by Sally Clements
[image error] “Okay, now you know what you’re supposed to be doing, right?” Caitlin’s sweet voice wafted up from a hidden point to her left. “You’re Winnie the Pooh. And you’ve gone through the hole into Rabbit’s house to eat his honey, eaten too much, and got stuck. I’ve got the honey pots stacked up here, all we need is you stuck in the wall.”“Yes, I understand.” Cara wished the day was over, and it hadn’t even begun. There were three long hours before she could climb out of this ridiculous costume. “Can’t hear you!” Caitlin’s voice rang out. She even had the cheek to giggle. Cara clenched her teeth. “Bend over; I’ll help you into position.”It was like trying to pee in a bucket blindfolded. Not impossible, but darned difficult.





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A Rose Between the Thornes, by Raven McAllan
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"And what, my dear Jasper, do you think we should play for?" she asked using his first name deliberately. For as an older lady, surely that was acceptable? Did he realize the disparity in their ages? She saw by the look in his eyes he knew what she was trying to do. She felt the glance they exchanged rather than saw it."Fucking."She blinked. "I beg your pardon?" Had she heard right?"Sex, in a manner we so choose, you and us," Nathaniel replied. "Both of us. All of us. There is no negotiating on this. One night for each game you lose by. We play for one hour."So they think I will lose. She fancied they might be in for a surprise. "And if I win?" she queried lightly. "Sex in the manner I so choose—if I do? Or a forfeit, from each of you, to be decided by me at a later date? No negotiation."They may be telepathic, as she believed twins often were, however, the surprised look that passed between them was everything she could have wished for."Of course, my lady," Nathaniel said. She nodded, and turned to Jasper. "And you Jasper? What say you?""I say, 'tis a rare person who can tell us apart, something that bodes well for the future, perchance? You will know who is inside you, and where."She could not help but chuckle. Truly they were incorrigible. "And our wager?" she prompted."Be ready to enjoy all we decide to give," he said. "For assuredly we will win."A thought struck her. She knew this might not be as straightforward as she had first believed. They were devious. "You play as individuals? For two against one is surely not a fair division."Nat laughed. "Oh, love, we play alone, we fuck together. And we say now we both must beat you." He laughed as her eyes widened. "At cards, in the first instance, or all bets are off. What say you?"Sophia looked at each of them in turn. Her heart leaped with the thought of what his statement meant. She could see no catch, but felt certain there must be one. Slowly, after the silence grew so long and she saw them glance uneasily at each other, she nodded."No man beats me in any other way, and if I can help it, not at cards either." She smiled. "Gentlemen, let us play."
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Given, by Ashlynn Monroe
"Brax. Please."
"Oh, I’m not done yet. I’ve waited a very long time for tonight."
"Please. I want to touch you," she begged quietly. He released her hands.
She reached out to touch his cock and he blocked her hand with his knee. "Don’t. I want to enjoy you, and if you touch me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle myself. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Krista, and I don’t plan to disappoint you."
His words touched a place deep inside, a spot she’d promised herself they wouldn’t enter. He was right, she was his, and it hadn’t been a lie or a game. This was a dangerous position, giving too much to any of them could upset the entire balance of their "arrangement", and she didn’t want to live in a house filled with anger and jealousy.
He placed a tender kiss in the middle of her stomach. Then his hands were under her butt 
and he pulled her closer. Brax picked up her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders. Her eyes widened. He grinned. His index finger dipped into her wetness and he began swirling it against her clit, hard. Krista moaned and laid her head back, closing her eyes again. He worked her body with quick hard caresses and she built toward another orgasm. The caresses suffused her with a pleasure that quickly spiked higher.
He thrust forward, his cock sliding inside of her. The angle of his entry intensified the feeling, and she instantly surrendered to the raw need. All the amazing sensations caused her to shudder violently. She wrapped her arms around his chest, crying out with a single gasp.
"Tell me you’re mine," he demanded. She cried out; the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. "Tell me what I need to hear."
"I’m yours," she cried.
Her back arched and the cresting desire hit its zenith, tumbling her into the mindless ecstasy of intense orgasm. She came so hard that her scream was a raw, low, primal sound reverberating in the room as she bore down on the pleasure, panting with the force of her release. Her pussy gripped him tighter and Brax stopped rubbing her to catch himself, hovering above her.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back, yelling with a triumphant roar. The heat of his release filled her. Krista lay back, feeling him inside of her, their bodies joined as one. It was beautiful. She had to hold her breath, or she was afraid she’d start crying. She’d been afraid of so much, but this man had given her more than she’d ever expected. She hadn’t wanted to like any of them, but she found herself feeling something so profound she was afraid to try to give it a name. It was too early to give the emotion the name it deserved.
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#EasterGiveaway Day 5, not long left to enter...

Hi everyone, welcome back. We’re on day five of the Easter Giveaway and today there will be two posts which means you have an extra entry to win the grand prize ($25 or Sterling equivalent gift card and a bundle of books by various participating authors), plus one there’s a $5 (or Sterling equivalent) gift card up for grabs. I also have more fab snippets to share. Details on how to enter are at the bottom of the post. Happy reading everyone!
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The Sinful Art of Revenge, by Maya Blake


Reiko stared at him, unable to look away despite the dangerous, swirling emotions within their depths. He didn’t speak after several minutes. His gaze traced over her face, down her body to the fingers she was twisting in her lap.“I’ve frightened you.”She let out a hoarse laugh and shook her head. “You were intense before, just not this intense. It’s not frightening, it’s…”“A turn-on? The thought of being possessed by me again?”The delicious thrill that went through her shamed and excited her, even as she was pushing both feelings away. Damion would never possess her again.“Since that’ll never happen again, this is a moot point, isn’t it?”“Never is a delicious challenge at the best of times. When it has the discourtesy to come wrapped in something I really, really want…” the rest of his words dangled tantalisingly out of reach. Then he added a Gallic shrug to it.Her unravelling started with a force of melting heat rushing through her. Followed by the stinging puckering of her nipples. Damion smiled, as if he knew the effect he was having on her.He captured her hand and raised it to his lips. Warm, firm, his kiss branded her.“Don’t be frightened, ma petite. This time will be even better than the first.”“First of all, don’t call me that. I’m not your little anything. Secondly, nothing is going to happen between us.” Nothing could. It was impossible. “Besides, have you forgotten you have to find future baroness soon? Tick tock, my friend. Don’t waste your time on a conquest that has no meaning for you. You should be out there, finding yourself a wife before you go extinct.” Why did saying that scrape her throat and scour her heart so painfully?

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Naughty Little Bed Time Stories, by Tamaria Soana

From The Great Outdoors
I took off on my horse. I looked back to see that Kristen was in hot pursuit. I enjoyed the feeling of an all-out run with this amazing creature under me. I tugged on the reins and slowed as we came to the opening of the meadow. I dismounted and watched Kristen slow her horse to a stop and dismount with ease and grace.
“This place is beautiful,” she said as she looked around the meadow.
“I found it a few years ago. I used to come here for some peace and quiet,” I responded as I laid out the blanket. “Sit, let’s have lunch, then we can walk around and explore,” I said as I gave her one of my panty-dropping smirks. I knew how to push her buttons.
“Explore?” She had a twinkle in her eye. “Why, cowboy, what do you have in mind?” she asked in her best southern drawl.
“Let’s eat first.” I unloaded the picnic basket and laid out the food.
It was a beautiful Texas afternoon. We talked and joked as we lay on the blanket, feeding each other grapes and cheese. I could have stayed there forever with her. We finished our lunch and cleaned up. I pulled her toward me and planted a hard, passionate kiss on her lips. She moaned and I took the moment to slide my tongue in her mouth and against hers. Our hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies.


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Addictions of a Sex Demon, by Jaye Shields
Axel reached out and touched the soft flesh of the woman. He'd been given the gift of a hellion with the face of an angel. Her cheek fit perfectly in his palm as he cupped her face. Her eyes flickered in response, shifting from a playful, yellow glow to a deep, primal, amber hue. He drew his finger down her shoulder and observed the heated silk of her skin."You're hot enough to be a dragon's mate." He spoke gently, afraid to spook her.Her dainty hand swatted him away. "A sexual demon like you doesn't need cheesy pickup lines."He frowned. "Your skin is very warm, woman. What are you?""I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."Axel appraised her and was happy to note that her climax had helped stop the trembling of her hands. But it would only be a matter of time before the effects of the withdrawal continued. "My name is Axel Stavros, one of the few quetzalem in this realm."He searched her face for a reaction, but found none. Instead, the firecracker ran a hand through her electric pink hair, mussing it up so that she looked like she'd just rolled out of bed. He groaned at the thought."Quetzalem, huh? Well, that explains the tasty BBQ smokehouse quality of your skin."He frowned. There was no detecting how this woman truly felt about his intentions. "You are familiar with my breed then? Perhaps you know that once a year we go into heat for twelve hours, and during this time we need constant climax to fan the embers of the brimstone lacing our bones. If we do not, our brimstone dries. Never more can we get it back once the cinders turn to ash.""Well, it's a good thing you found the sex demon in town, isn't it?"Of course.He should have guessed. She was too damn hot to be anything else; it was her young, innocent face that had convinced him otherwise. He'd already experienced the fire coursing through her veins like liquid passion, and he knew her claim to be more than true. It was an understatement.He motioned for her to follow him. "Come to my home and I'll give you what you need."That perked her up. No doubt she thought he meant the fae wing. "You know, sex demons can sympathize with your little problem. Except we have it worse. If we don't get climax on a regular basis, we can weaken, and even die.""I doubt you've ever had a problem with this." His gaze raked over her sumptuous, goddess-like body. He instantly regretted the words when her yellow eyes swarmed with a deep orange and flecks of brown. She'd gone from carefree to tormented in only the breath of a sentence."I haven't, but my sister Zahra nearly died just last month. She was tortured by someone who knew this information. Not everyone likes sex demons. Surely you can appreciate this, dragon boy, since your kind has been hunted to near extinction."Axel looked upon the woman in a new light. She wasn't just a sensual hellion. She'd seen enough things in her obviously young life to be a woman who knew how to take care of herself. Contemplating what kind of hard times would have led to the thick skin she possessed fueled his veins with rage. Thinking of anyone hurting this beautiful woman brought a haze over his vision. Remembering her current condition, he took her hand in his, but she jerked it away. He'd held it just long enough to realize the shakes had returned.He'd seen enough withdrawal to know her insides probably felt as if they were soaked in acid, being pickled in bitter liquid need. Her mind would only be half-registering his words. The other half would be an evil mantra teasing her with the desire to make this itching of her skin and pain within her body go away."I'd been clean for a month, but I had a slip up the other day." Her gaze flickered with disappointment. "My sister still doesn't know. We left our hometown mostly on my behalf." She laughed, but it escaped in a bitter, desperate cry. He searched her face for tears, but found none. "Gods, why am I telling this to my dealer?""I'll be more than your dealer soon."
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Good Enough to Share, by Zara Stoneley
I’d been having dirty dreams about Dane for as long as I can remember. Well, probably since the first time all six foot something of him had swaggered into this bar and given me the type of smile that gave me an almost, emphasis on almost here, uncontrollable urge to strip every last inch of his clothing off in slow motion. But I hadn’t, because nice girls don’t, do they?“Been out hammering shoes on?” I tweaked a bit of straw out of his thick dark hair and resisted the urge to tangle my fingers in deeper, just in case I’d missed a bit. And then rub a hand over that broad, strong chest just for good measure. He was buff underneath that shirt, I just knew it. Well, I did actually. I’d seen him strip to the waist the odd time at the tail end of the summer when we’d actually seen a bit of that golden orb in the sky they call the sun, and he’d built up a sweat manhandling horses. And along with every other girl on the yard I’d gone weak-kneed and tried not to stare as I’d watched his muscles ripple and a trickle of sweat bead its way down his back. A bead of sweat that needed licking off.

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#EasterGiveaway, Day 4

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Sunburn, by Rosanna Leo
She approached the booth, only to find the blond bartender manning it. Her eyes almost popped and she blurted, “You!”He grinned, but there was still a tightness around his eyes, as if he were sizing her up. “Hello, Patience.” His strained expression said volumes about what he considered to be the unsuitability of her name.She tried to ignore the sucker punch in her gut, the one that hit her as soon as his deep, velvety voice caressed her eardrums. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?”His smile grew wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m everywhere.”“Clearly.” She forced herself to look away from his gorgeous face, feeling light-headed because of the suns dancing in her eyes, the suns that seemed to come from him. To distract herself, she touched a few of the painted bowls on display. Not that it snuffed out those blasted suns.He stepped closer. “Do you see anything you like?”She choked on her saliva and coughed like a victim of the Black Death. He rushed to calm her, putting his hand on her back, massaging. She recovered upon feeling his touch and was hit by the bizarre, fleeting notion his touch made her recover. As if he’d healed her.Utter nonsense. Yet as much as it was nonsense, her head swam with the bizarre possibility.“Better?” he asked quietly, his face serious now.She stared into the man’s eyes. They were blue, so very blue. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” Curiosity got the better of her and the question poured out. “What’s your name anyway?”He breathed in. “Apollo Delos.”“Oh, wow,” she said, breaking into a grin. “Just like Apolo Anton Oh no! I loved him on Dancing with the Stars!”He got a curious look and let out a strange laugh. “Yeah. Just like him.”
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Hijacked, by Sidda Lee Tate
“I should go,” Sharon said without attempting to move from his grasp. Not being next to him seemed wrong.
“You should,” he whispered, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just under her ear, making her knees wobble and her thoughts scatter. “You should go home with me.”
She knew the best thing for her would be to run and stay as far away from Kyle as possible. She’d let him in. In the three hours they’d talked, he’d learned more about her than anyone ever had. She couldn’t get emotionally attached. What would that do? Nothing. Nothing but eventually leave her crushed and heartbroken.
Ignoring the rational thoughts, the ones attempting to save her from the pain she never planned to experience, Sharon kissed him. He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his, and she became aware of the hard cock against her stomach. Her mind went back to hours before, how only his hand between her legs had pleasured her and she wanted more.
“I don’t think I can wait that long,” she groaned and slid her hand down between them, cupping his bulge, lightly rubbing.Taking the soft spot at the base of his neck with her mouth, gripping his shirt in her fist, she tugged him closer, kissing and licking up his neck before finding his lips, parting them with her tongue. Moving backward, the car stopped them, the weight of his hips pinning her against it.“Right…here,” she moaned in between breaths. “Now.”
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Claiming her Dream, by Patricia Bates
Caine stepped through the trees and froze at the vision before him. A large, still pool spread out like a blanket. Dense moss covered birch trees lined the far shore. Boulders dotted the bank near him, creating a perfect walkway into the water. Narrow, slow moving water skipped over rocks and gravel to dip into the pool.Living temptation stood waist deep in the middle. Her chocolate colored skin glistened with the cascading water from her cupped hands. Water sailed through the air like diamonds as she tossed black tresses over her shoulders. The ends skimmed over the water, waltzing with the current as she splashed glittering liquid over hernaked shoulders. Transfixed, he stared as her fingers delved into the tangled locks. Her movements revealed the pert globe of a breast and the neat tuck of her waist flowing into the curve of her hips. The tiny pucker above her buttocks begged to be kissed, to be licked, even nibbled.In spite of his exhaustion, Caine noticed the less than subtle kick of his body’s reaction to the stunning beauty of the woman. His shaft stirred, pressing against the front placket of his trousers with a sudden jerk. The woman whipped around, her arms coming up to cover her naked breasts in a show of modesty.
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Christmas is Cancelled, by Aurelia B Rowl
Tilly embraced him back tightly, her heart galloping as his eyes grew darker. Drawn together like magnets, she tilted her head up and moved toward him. He dipped his head to meet her halfway, and her pulse raced, his lips drawing tantalizingly near. She closed her eyes in anticipation, but he never made it.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
Flinging her eyes open, she was left reeling by the turmoil she saw in his eyes as he pulled back from her. "Why not?" she whispered, raising her hand to cup his cheek.
Screwing his eyes tight shut, he contradicted himself by leaning into her touch, his stubble scratching her palm like fine sandpaper. He was vulnerable, his control wavering. Quite frankly, it was the best opportunity she could ever hope to get, and she'd be stupid to waste it.
Years of longing came to fruition as she tentatively brushed her lips against Dean's. The shudder that ripped through him was so immense she had to do it again, lingering this time. His lips were soft and warm but unyielding beneath hers. He hadn't pushed her away though.
Emboldened, she ran her tongue over his lips, desperate to taste him. The groan wrought from his throat was spine tingling, hot-wired directly to her core, and suddenly he was kissing her back. A shrill ringing erupted from her handbag, and they both jumped.
"Ignore it," he mumbled against her lips, parting them, his tongue seeking permission to enter. She could only moan, communicating her agreement by granting access. Dean used his lips and tongue to expertly tease hers, over and over again, until her bones melted. She'd waited all her life to be kissed like this but, by God, it had been worth the wait. Except now she wanted more.
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Hidden Heartache, by Suzanna Ross
He took a step towards her and her gaze fixed on his mouth. She watched as he smiled again and a scar on his upper lip caught her attention. It was faded, barely there, if he hadn’t been standing so close she’d never have seen it. It was the type of scar that might have resulted from a childhood accident such as falling face first onto the corner of a table...She drew a ragged breath as a wave of nausea hit her. She hadn’t seen that scar for fourteen years. She staggered back and came hard up against the side of her car and was grateful for the support it offered. “Nick?” she queried disbelievingly.“It’s been a long time, Emma. How have you been?”The boy who’d haunted her dreams and her nightmares for as long as she could remember. How, in the name of all that was holy, had she not recognised him?In her defence, she hadn’t been expecting to see him again, not after all these years. And he’d changed – he’d grown from a heartbreakingly beautiful boy of sixteen into a man of such raw sex appeal just looking at him took her breath away. She should have known it was him from her reaction the moment she’d seen him ride into the health centre car park on that motorbike. No other man had ever made her heart beat faster or elicited wicked thoughts with just a look – not even come close.Of course it had to be Nick.The pain took her unawares – a searing ache in her chest. For a minute she thought she was having a heart attack, but quickly realised it was a physical manifestation of fourteen years of mental torment. “What are you doing back?”
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A Clockwork Butterfly, by Tabitha Rayne
Lena picked up the copper butterfly carefully in her fingertips. It was exquisite, and she never tired of studying Angelo’s craftsmanship. It gently, as if it were real, flapped its wings to reveal a new delicate carving on them.“What’s this?” She sat up, tucking her legs underneath her, and tried to coax them open again. Angelo was smiling beside her. “Touch the proboscis.” He motioned and Lena reached out to the feathery spiral. As her fingertip made contact, the wings opened again and rested there for her to see the new artwork. In the most intricate script were carved the words I love you. Lena didn’t quite know what to do, say, or think until Angelo lifted the butterfly from her and tossed it up in the air, then pushed her on to her back, showering her with ferocious kisses. She watched the tiny creature flutter this way and that around the room while her body melted into Angelo’s embrace. “I want to eat you up, ravish you, and come inside you,” said Angelo into her peaking flesh. When he was working her with his agile tongue, her entire skin became erogenous and she could barely think for the pleasure. Stars twinkled and burst wherever he kissed and Lena wriggled as his teeth joined in, raking her flesh and arousing every part of her.
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