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Sexy Sunday Guest Post - "The Honeymoon" by Siren Allen

Siren Allen provides some erotic poetry for today's installment of Sexy Sunday...get your fans out, campers! Thanks for stopping by, Siren!
*HEADS UP: CONTENT BELOW IS NOT PG-13*

The Honeymoon
Her hips jerked in anticipation; he hadn’t even touched her yetBlindfolded, handcuffed to the bed; she was already soaking wetShe felt a dip in the mattress; he was making his way over to herShe held her breath; impatiently awaiting his first touch, his first wordsSilence surrounded her, the deafening sound of …nothingThen she heard him remove his shirt, his belt and the rest of his clothing.She felt his hands at her knees; spreading her legs apartHer walls convulsed, tightening; awaiting his first thrustHe spread her legs further. She clenched her hands into fist. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, sliding her body closer to his.She heard him inhale, the sound almost made her come.He exhaled then asked her, “Are you ready for my tongue?”She didn’t know how to respond, hell yes, sure, okay!But instead she lifted her hips, bringing her wetness closer to his face.He chuckled; she smiled, His tongue swiped against her flesh,When it came to giving head, this man…he was the best.She grinded against his mouth, the stubble of his goatee tickling herHe closed his lips around her tiny bud, his mouth devouring her.Her body shook as waves of pleasure came crashing over herBut he didn’t stop, he didn’t let up, he just kept feasting on herWith her thighs shaking, her back arched, she felt her orgasm approachingShe shuddered and bit her lip, her body felt like it was floating. He delved his tongue between her folds, in and out…in and out.She tossed her head side to side trying her best not to scream outBut she failed; she trembled and screamed his name as she cameHe swallowed the evidence of her orgasm, her body felt drainedHe released her legs and rubbed his hands over her stomach, up to her breastShe felt him removing the blindfold and handcuffs, his chest pressed against her chest “I told you I could make you scream,” is what he whispered in her ear.Yes he had and yes he did. But this night was far from over.It was her turn to show him, that this was no rookie that he wed.She pushed him down against the mattress, “Now watch me make you beg.” 




Meet The Author



Siren Allen is a Clinical Laboratory Technician but her first passion is writing. When she’s not working in the Lab or writing steamy stories she’s planning her wedding to her best friend and future hubby Duane Allen.
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Her first book is scheduled to be released this fall!  

Blog Tour - Wanted by Kimberly Knight

It's finally here, Lil Lovers - Kimberly Knight's Wanted Blog Tour! I am really excited for my new little blog to be a part of it. Since I am behind and just barely finished both Where I Need To Be and Wanted just in time for this blog to post,  I knew I wouldn't have time for a review, so I've got an excerpt to share with you AND a giveaway! So scroll on down. Also, I've tied in this week's Man Candy Monday by featuring the damndirtydelish (it's totally a real word) Joe Marvullo, Kimberly's cover model! Check that out here.



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Synopsis:

From the moment she first saw him running on the treadmill next to her, Spencer Marshall had fallen head over heels in love with Brandon Montgomery. After Spencer has a near-death experience she would rather forget, they do their best to move on with their lives, leaving their past behind them. 
Thankful for a fresh start and eager to move on with her life, Spencer focuses on helping her best friend Ryan Kennedy plan her wedding. Everything seems to be going as planned when someone from Brandon's past reappears. Can Spencer and Brandon survive the coming days as they struggle to deal with ghosts from the past?

Excerpt: 


We sat at an open table and continued to mingle with my friends as we enjoyed some of the delicious appetizers that were provided. I enjoyed having Brandon at my side as he laughed, teased and joked with everyone, putting all of my friends at ease. If they weren’t already head over heels for him, I knew they would be by the end of the evening.  
“I'm going to grab another beer, you ladies want anything?” Brandon asked. 
We all agreed that we needed a refill of our wine. I began to stand up to go with him to help carry drinks, but Carroll beat me to it.
“I'll go with you, Brandon––you can't carry it all.”“It’s okay, I'll go with him,” I said.“It’s no problem, Spence –– I'm already heading that way.  You just sit here and relax and we’ll be back in a few,” Carroll assured me with a wink. “Okay, sure, glass of Chardonnay. Thank you!” “You got it, Babe,” Brandon said and kissed my cheek. Just as Brandon and Carroll left, I saw one of the new fitness consultants approaching our table. Acyn was a nice guy and likeable, but he was also a total ladies’ man and had already flirted his way through most of the office.“Hey, Spencer––ladies,” Acyn greeted in his Southern drawl as he came closer to our table.“Hey, Acyn, how are you?” I asked as he sat down in Brandon’s seat next to me.“I'm doing better now,” he said with a wink.“Acyn, you look very nice tonight,” Bel said flirtatiously.“Thanks, Bel.  Ladies, I have to say that you all look beautiful––love the dress, Spencer,” Acyn said as he leaned close to me and winked, gently bumping my shoulder with his.“Thank you,” I said politely as I shifted away from him.A few seconds later, Brandon and Carroll were back from the bar with our drinks.“Oh, Acyn, I’m sorry––didn't know you were here. I would have gotten you a beer, too,” Carroll said.“It's okay, I just got here actually,” Acyn said as he gave Brandon the once-over.Brandon met his gaze evenly and smiled briefly. “Sorry, man, but if you don’t mind?” He nodded to where Acyn was sitting, indicating that Acyn had taken his seat.I quickly piped up, “Acyn, this is my boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon this is Acyn. He is one of our new fitness consultants.”Even though Brandon worked out almost everyday at the gym, Acyn was a bit bulkier than he was. Acyn had the most piercing blue eyes and his hair was chocolate brown like Brandon's. Brandon was a few inches taller than Acyn, but they both had killer smiles guaranteed to get any ladies’ panties wet.“Nice to meet you,” Brandon said, sticking out his hand to shake Acyn's.Acyn's eyes flitted quickly between me and Brandon. I had never told him that I had a boyfriend and he had never asked. He flirted with everyone in the office, so I never took him seriously. As I watched his reaction to Brandon, I started to realize that I may have misunderstood what I had thought to be casual flirting.“Yeah man, you've got a great girl here. Sorry for stealing your seat,” he said as he got up and let Brandon have his chair back.“I know I do,” Brandon said, slinging his arm over my shoulder as he sat down and kissed my cheek. “She’s the best.”  Acyn took a seat next to Sue, which was directly in front of me. While we all talked about our plans for the holidays, I caught Acyn frequently staring at me. I was sure Brandon noticed because he would casually squeeze my leg each time. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable when Brandon leaned over and whispered in my ear.“So, Babe, I still haven't seen your office.”“Oh, yeah. Would you like a personal guided tour?” I whispered back as I grinned and winked at him mischievously.“Lead the way, Babe.”“If you all would excuse us again,” I said to the crowded table.I grabbed Brandon's hand, lacing our fingers and led him towards the elevators. As we stopped at the elevator doors, I pushed the up button and looked up at Brandon’s face.“What's wrong?” I asked when I noticed he looked mildly annoyed.“Nothing. Sorry––I just haven't seen anyone flirt with you before. Just struck a nerve.”I didn't respond right away. I just looked at him and bit my lip as I smiled. I could never get enough of him, so for him to act jealous over something like that was a little disappointing. I had spent the last three and half months watching women flirt endlessly with him. I actually thought for a brief moment that maybe Acyn flirting with me was a good thing––it would show Brandon what I had been exposed to.“Babe, you have nothing to worry about. I'm yours,” I said. As the elevator doors opened, I pulled him inside with our hands still laced together. When I turned back around to face the front of the elevator, I saw Acyn watching us. I quickly pushed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back to Brandon's side.“You're mine?” he asked, stepping in front of me and bringing his face inches from mine as the elevator doors closed.“Yes,” I whispered, looking into his mocha eyes, which caused my heart to skip a beat and my stomach to clench a little in anticipation of his touch.Brandon reached down for my hands, pushed me back against the elevator wall and held my arms above my head as he claimed my mouth. “Mine,” he mumbled against my lips.“Yours.”



Meet The Author:


Office Manager/Paralegal by day, Author by night. Oh who am I kidding, I write at work too! What would you like to know? Send me an email.
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Giveaway!
Kimberly's giving a way an e-copy of Wanted 
at every tour stop!



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Now jump to Man Candy Monday featuring Kimberly's cover model, Joe Marvullo!

Man Candy Monday - Joe Marvullo, Cover Model for 'Wanted'

"Mondays are hard."  

In celebration of the release of Kimberly Knight's 'Wanted,' I decided that this week's MCM should feature her cover model -super hot Joe Marvullo!(an Italian girl's gotta support la famiglia!) 
First, read Joe's inspirational story in
InkSpired Magazine
Then enjoy the view!Please feel free to show him some love with your comments. ♥

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Mi scusi...can I get a ride?


Suddenly feeling extremely patriotic...


...and have an inexplicable urge to dig out my old cheerleading uniform...

     


Too sexy for the catwalk...



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Wishing Joe all the best in his burgeoning modeling career!

Thank you sincerely for stopping by. Come back next week for more yummy Monday goodness!

Sexy Sunday Guest Post by Tasha Blackstone

Today's Sexy Sunday post is provided by the delightful Tasha Blackstone, a new erotic romance author with Siren Publishing. Please show her some love with your comments and check out her books at the links provided below. Thank you so much for sharing your time with us, Tasha! ♥



The Power of Seduction
The literal definition of seduction reads as 1.The action of seducing someone or 2.A tempting or attractive thing.
As powerful as the written word can be, I find the definition to be lacking. When stating that you were seduced, the implication is that something was so desirable that you lost yourself in the moment and gave over completely. To me, a bowl of triple chocolate chip ice cream is tempting, however, I have never stated with sultry lust that the bowl seduced me and I lost control of myself as the silky texture of the cold concoction slid down my throat, bringing me to a euphoric state of ecstasy. Granted, I will admit that there have been times when chocolate has taken me to a different plane of emotion but it has never rocked my world quite like the act of being seduced.
I picture the act of seduction to go a little something like this:
With my sight disabled by the silken blindfold, he led me through a maze of twists and turns promising with each step that I would not be sorry for allowing him total control. Butterflies danced in my stomach at the anticipation – he’d assured me that he would give me a night I would not soon forget. Considering the growing desire in my gut, I believed him.
As we came to a stop and he slid his hand from mine, I stood alone anxiousness raging within. I wasn’t sure what to expect once the blindfold was removed, but while I waited I savored the heightened state of my other senses. The blend of aromas that swirled in the air overwhelmed me – spiced vanilla, lavender, fresh linens and the subtle presence of my favorite cologne. I could say with certainty that so far he’d gotten everything right.
I started as I felt the gentle caress of his fingers along the bared flesh of my shoulders. Even though he was a working man, his hands were soft as he worked his fingers into my tense muscles.
“Relax,” he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against the exposed length of my neck. He was hoping for my trust and it was my duty to give it to him. I knew he would never hurt me. In all of the years that we had been together he had never treated me with anything other than tenderness and respect. Sometimes I didn’t deserve it. I was not always the best wife. More times than I cared to admit, I had been purposefully difficult. I started arguments out of boredom, threw unfounded accusations around without hesitation, and allowed my own injured self-esteem to control our bedroom activities. Sometimes I wondered why he put up with me.
“Tonight, I want you to have everything you desire.” I felt his fingers slowly release the knot in the blindfold. “Count to twenty before you open your eyes.” As the he dragged the silken material down my cheek, I could feel desire pulse in my core. I envisioned rose petals sprinkled across our king sized bed, candlelight glowing around the room, and my husband standing before me – ready and willing to give me the pleasure he’d promised.
I did as he asked, counting to twenty in my mind, trying not to skip ahead – it was the longest twenty seconds of my life. I opened my eyes, anxious for a night of passion to be laid out before me. Confusion filled me. I stood in the center of my office. No candlelight, no roses. I turned to see my husband, but found myself alone. My once cluttered office now sat before me spotless, free of distraction and disorganization. On my desk, laid atop the keyboard of my opened laptop, was a note.
"You do so much for me I wanted to show my gratitude. Don’t worry about me or the kids tonight – we’ll fend for ourselves. Take this time and do what you want. Read, write, whatever your heart desires. I love you.”
A single tear fell down my cheek and I wondered how I deserved such an amazing man. Later tonight, I would be sure to thank him in a way he would always remember.
The power of seduction is how you interpret it, but it is a powerful force indeed. What is your fantasy? What act would draw you in, forcing you to surrender yourself fully?




Meet The Author:
Tasha is a new author for Siren Publishing with her first release Elle: An Erotic Faerie Tale published in January of this year and her newest release Waking Beauty published last month. She’s mom to three teenagers who keep her life beyond busy and wife to an amazing husband who is not only her best friend, but her biggest support in everything she does. “There is not a day that goes by that I am not writing something. It’s an obsession that needs to be filled and as time goes on I hope that I will continue to blessed with the ability to have my works be available to the public. I write for my own satisfaction, but I also write to draw readers into new worlds – giving them the ability to be transported from the everyday norm into a place of fantasy where anything can and usually does happen.”



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Gravitional Pull by Marissa Carmel

Happy to be a part of the blog tour for Gravitational Pull by Marissa Carmel, which releases today! Please enjoy an excerpt from the book below. 




Synopsis:
Touch me, and bring me to life...
How do you move on when you don’t even know where you were going in the first place?
The Spirit Stalker is dead and I have finally started to erect my life. But I quickly discover, that just because the structure is built doesn’t mean the foundation is sturdy. As much as I try to manage my abilities, I can’t completely control them. The physical impossibility of the relationship I have with Justice has reached a boiling point; our fundamental problem, my inability to control myself from absorbing his power, and his fears of touching me because of it.
As if that wasn’t deal-breaker enough, a new threat looms on my horizon - Darklings.
They are grim reapers of the immortal world who surface every five-hundred-years to feed off the souls of magical beings who are weak, aimless, lost; those who have given up and want to move on.
They also hunt power. Which means, they’re hunting me.
Abandoned by the one person I need the most, I find myself in Melenia’s realm.  There, I’m courted by Siberian, a dangerous pixie who covets me, hunted by Death personified; all the while hiding my powers and my ancient bloodline. The pixie prince is alluring, and I feel so broken and vulnerable. I know giving in to him means giving myself over to him. But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to feel anything other than the loss and rejection Justice left me with.
Anything other than pain.
So what do I do when I’m scared to be touched, even though I know it’s the only way to bring my soul back to life?

Excerpt:
As we dance, glitter falls all around us. Enchanting the dream-like atmosphere, but I can’t escape the music’s haunting melody, and the reality that reminds me of the truth, that I’m not undamaged. I just desperately try to pretend.
“I could dance like this with you forever,” Siberian whispers as he pulls me tighter.
There it is again, that word, forever. I despise it, mainly because, to me, it pertains more to a prison sentence than anything else.
“I’d get old after a while,” I say with my cheek pressed hopelessly against him.
“I know that would never be true.” He slides his hands up my body to my face and stares down at me with glossy silver eyes. “I would like nothing more than for you to stay here with me Liv. I can give you everything you could ever want, all your heart’s desires.”
I stare back at him silently. As tender, and as terrifying, as that proclamation is, my heart only desires one thing, and right now, he is standing across the courtyard, shooting me a demonic stare.
This is wrong, this is so so wrong, parading myself like this in front of Justice. But I just can’t pull myself away. Siberian’s searing gaze has me, and I want so much to just get lost in the moment, to feel his touch. I put my hands over his and brace for his lips, allowing him to have me, if only for a second. Then suddenly I jump: I’ve just been energy checked right in the gut.
Gravitational Pull is available now!






Meet The Author 


Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.

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Man Candy Monday - Jensen Ackles

"Mondays are hard." 


I'm beginning to work on Volume 5 of the Savannah Rossi Chronicles (titled Intermezzo), and have "cast" Leif, Sav's best friend/co-writer/bass player, with the man who possesses the prettiest mouth and the best scowl on television - super hot Jensen Ackles. And then I thought to myself, "Self...why not feature him on your next Man Candy Monday?" 
So, Lil Lovers...you're welcome.
*Click any image to get a better look*






A rare shot of Jensen all dressed up...



And a rare shot of him UNdressed (with his real body)...



Like I said...the prettiest mouth and best scowl on tv...



This is my fave. Wouldn't mind waking up to that every morning...

Lucky Mrs. Ackles!



AND...he sings and plays a lil geetar. *swoon* 



Thanks for stopping by! 
Next week is a special edition of MCM 
which will tie in with my stop on 
Kimberly Knight's Wanted Blog Tour.
Don't miss it!

Cover Reveal - Searching For Moore by Julie A. Richman

Excited to be part of the cover reveal blitz for Julie A. Moore's new novel,Searching For Moore!




Series: Needing Moore Series #1Genre: Adult Romance, Chick LitLength: 318 Pages
Synopsis:
Attended by reality TV star wannabes and Southern California social climbers, Schooner Moore knows the party his wife is throwing for his forty-third birthday has little to do with him and everything to do with her social standing in Orange County. The evening turns out to hold more surprises than just his wife's Botoxed friends groping at his privates, when a conversation with his old college roommate, Beau, reveals the biggest surprise of the night.
Beau has had contact on Facebook with Mia Silver. Just hearing her name sends Schooner into a tailspin, as he is now just a Friend Request away from the one who got away when she disappeared without a goodbye, leaving him wondering why she left.

A serial failure at romance, Manhattan boutique ad agency owner, Mia, gets a blindside of her own when a Facebook Friend Request from first love, Schooner, appears in her email. Going with her gut reaction, Mia hits accept, propelling her past to catch up with her in a New York minute, as a forceful Schooner is determined to understand what tore them apart and to explore the possibility of a second chance at love. 
From a 1980's Southern California college campus and a devastating first love to present day New York City, Searching for Moore explores how technology has eradicated the divide between our past and our present, and asks whether you would give up everything to reconnect with The One in a single keystroke?


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Sexy Sunday Guest Post by Lisa Renee Jones

Today's Sexy Sunday post is from Lisa Renee Jones - be on the lookout for her show on Starz based on her Inside Out Trilogy soon! In the meantime, enjoy a steamy, suspenseful little excerpt from If I Were You below. 





Excerpt:

If I Were You  by Lisa Renee Jones
Fifty Shades of Grey meets Basic Instinct 
It all began when my neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra money after watching some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expires.
Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s life, feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Driven to find out by some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes, read her journals—-dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare experience on my own. I read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.
The dark, passion it becomes…
Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery she’d worked at, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of...him. He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing, but I do. I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.
All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even know me, and he says I know him. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more.

     Sunday, March 7th, 2012  Dangerous.
For months I’ve had dreams and nightmares about how perfectly he personifies the word. Sleep-laden, alternate realities where I can vividly smell his musky male scent, feel his hard body against mine. Taste the sweet and sensuous flavor of him-–like milk chocolate with its silky demand that I indulge in one more bite. And another. So good I’d forgotten there’s a price for overindulgence. And there is a price. There is always a price. I was reminded of this life lesson on Saturday night. And I know now, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, I cannot--will not--see him again.
It started out as any other erotic adventure with him. Unpredictable. Exciting. I barely remember where it all went wrong. How it took such a dark turn.
He’d ordered me to undress and sit on the mattress, against the headboard, my legs spread wide for his viewing. Naked before him, open to him, I was vulnerable and quivering with need. Never in my life had I taken orders from a man; most certainly I had never thought I would quiver with anything. But I did for him.
If Saturday night proved anything, it was that once I was with him, under his spell, he could demand anything of me, and I’d comply. He could push me to the edge, to unbelievable places I’d never thought I would go. Exactly why I can’t see him again. He makes me feel possessed, and what is so disconcerting about this feeling is that I like it. I can hardly wrap my mind around allowing such a thing, though I burn for it. But when I saw him standing at the end of the bed Saturday night, all broad and thick with sinewy muscle, his cock jutting forward, there was nothing but that need.
He was magnificent. Really, truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known. Instant lust exploded inside me. I wanted to feel him close to me, to feel him touch me. To touch him. But I know now not to touch him without his permission. And I know not to beg him to let me. 
I’ve learned my lesson from past encounters. He enjoys the vulnerability of a plea far too much. Enjoys withholding his pleasures, until I am nearly quaking with the burn of my body. Until I am liquid heat and tears. He likes that power over me. He likes full control. I should hate him. Sometimes, I think I love him.
It was the blindfold that should have warned me I was headed toward a place of no return. Thinking back, I believe it did. He tossed it on the bed, a dare, and instantly a shiver chased a path up and down my spine. The idea of not being able to see what was happening to me should have aroused me-–it did arouse me. But for reasons I didn’t understand at the time, it also frightened me. I was scared and I hesitated.
This did not please him. He told me so, in that deep, rich, baritone voice that makes me quiver uncontrollably. The need to please him had been so compelling. I put on the blindfold. 
I was rewarded by the shift of the mattress. He was coming to me. Soon, I knew I would come, too. His hands slid possessively up my calves, over my thighs. And damn him, stopped just before my place of need.
 What came next was a shadowy whirlwind of sensation. He pulled me onto my back, flat against the mattress. I knew satisfaction was seconds away. Soon he would enter me. Soon I would have what I needed. But to my distress, he moved away.
It was then that I was sure I’d heard the click of a lock. It jolted me to a sitting position, and I called out his name, fearful he was leaving. Certain that I’d done something wrong. Then relieved when his hand flattened on my stomach. I’d imagined the sound of the lock. I must have. But I couldn’t shake the subtle shift in the air then, the raw lust and menace consuming the room that didn’t feel like him. It was a thought easily forgotten when he settled heavy between my thighs, his strong hands lifting my arms over my head, his breath warm on my neck--his body heavy, perfect.
Somehow, a silk tie wrapped around my wrists and my arms were tied to the bed frame. It never occurred to me that he could not have done this on his own. That he was on top of me, unable to manipulate my arms. But then, he was manipulating my body, my mind, and I was his willing victim.
He lifted his body from mine, and I whimpered, unable to reach for him. Again silence. And the whisk of fabric. More strange sounds. Long seconds ticked by, and I remember the chill that snaked across my skin. The feeling of dread that had balled in my stomach.
         And then, the moment I know I will die remembering. The moment when the steel of a blade touched my lips. The moment that he promised there was pleasure in pain. The moment when the blade traveled along my skin with the proof he would be true to his words. And I knew then that I had been wrong. He was not dangerous. Nor was he chocolate. He was lethal, a drug, and I feared… 






Meet The Author


Former CEO and business owner of LRJ Staffing, an Austin based staffing agency frequently receiving accolades across the state, left behind the corporate world to write romance. LRJ Staffing had offices in Austin, Dallas, Temple, Waco, San Antonio, and Nashville.
Back in September it was announced that New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones sold her indie erotic series THE INSIDE OUT TRILOGY in a major deal to by Simon and Schuster.(Louise Fury, L.Perkins Agency) Since then the highly acclaimed series has sold to ten foreign countries, with more under negotiation, and now it’s been optioned by STARZ for television (Shari Smiley, Resolution.) The project is moving forward quickly, with Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) producing.
Inspired by a real journal found in a storage unit during Lisa's eight years buying and selling units, the series embraces the dark sensuality of 50 Shades of Grey and the intrigue with storage units that is Storage Wars in one spine tingling series packed with mystery and passion. 
The print version of IF I WERE YOU, book 1, is in stores now.


Where to find Lisa
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Be sure to visit Lisa’s contest page for a chance to win many prizes in celebrating the release of If I Were You.      

"Properly" - My Guest Post at The Erotic Writer blog

Hey Lil Lovers!

I'm very excited to have a freshly written story featured today at The Erotic Writer blog. I adore this site shared by three wonderful writers full of all kinds of erotic writing from the beautifully poetic to the downright filthy, disturbing and weird (I'm a girly girl and I tend to lean toward the former but sometimes I just can't help myself and I just have to sneak a deliciously deviant peek!). They don't usually have guest posts, but they are looking for a new contributor so I submitted for consideration and they posted it. If you want to test me out before you buy any of my books, this is a perfect opportunity to do so - it's free and you don't have to do any downloading! Please hop over and check it out (and please write sweet comments there about me - it makes me look good!). 

"Properly" by Deliza Rafferty On Erotic Writer

Blog Tour - Personal Growth by Chelsea Falin

Honored today to be a stop on Chelsea Falin's blog tour for her new novel, Personal Growth, the second in her Growing Roots Series. It is currently available at the retailers listed following the excerpt below.





Synopsis (From Back of Cover)

Willie, despite a rough start, has become immersed in the culture she should have been born into. As she grows in her own knowledge of her ancestral roots, she also grows in who she is as a person. All things are now within her reach, and all she must do is put forth a little effort. With all of this in mind, Willie has decided to dedicate herself towards her own 'Personal Growth.'
"Our heritage might be bloody, but that's no reason not to be proud!"-Spike
Excerpt
Though the creek was thin, I knew it was wide enough I could not step over it easily. I might be able to jump across it if I tried, but it would be pushing it. Chances were, it was just out of jumping reach, though a few large boulders in its midst would allow crossing. I guessed ten feet across, give or take a half foot. The answer was good enough for me, and so I moved on to depth. I stood up and walked over to the bank to peer down. Depth was the trickiest part, since the shimmering water would make the distance hard to determine. So intent was I upon figuring out the depth of the water that I did not hear the sounds of someone else coming into the area.
“What are you staring at?” The sound came from in front of me. In shock, I started, stumbled, and tripped over a large branch. I fell over, landing on my bottom, just barely nicking my head upon the rock I had previously been sitting on. My vision momentarily swam. It cleared just in time for me to see a tall stranger hop off the second boulder to land on my side of the creek. “I didn't mean to frighten you.”
I stared up at the stranger. I was frightened, and had no idea what he would be doing in this area. The creek on this side was our property, and the other side was state land. So where did he come from? I look fearfully into his eyes, but I saw only kindness and concern where I had expected to find malice.
“Who...who are you?” I stuttered.
His lips cracked a smile that split his broad face nearly in half, showing bright white teeth in a perfectly straight line. “My name's Takoda.” He looked at me expectantly, but in my shocked state I wasn't sure what he wanted. He prompted me, “And you are?”
I muttered, “Willie.”



        
  


   
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Chelsea Falin is the 22 year old independent author of over ten titles. Her books can be found at all major online retailers, as well as a few independent bookstores around the United States. Chelsea has also been a professional freelance writer for over four years. In her personal life, Chelsea is a wife, and mother of one. She was born in a small west-central town in Florida called Dade City, but currently resides in South Jersey.
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