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Cover Reveal Cult of Beauty by K.M. Dylan

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Synopsis for Cult of Beauty: The Secret Life of a Supermodel by K M Dylan:

Katie's fictionalized memoir reveals the secret life of one of the world's most beautiful fashion models, as she falls for the wrong men (and women). Cult of Beauty begins with Katie Wolfer stepping off the Dior runway in Paris and learning about the death of her mother from her stepfather, Daniel de Goncourt. Katie flees back to New York, where two men will loom large in her life—Gavin Poole, a hot, emerging fashion designer who doesn't like to commit, and her billionaire French stepfather, the magnetic Daniel. Katie becomes entangled with both of them, exploring her darkest sexual desires amidst a lavish, decadent lifestyle, rife with drugs, group sex and other questionable behaviors.Katie's story will sweep you up in a world of beauty, sensuality and power. She is always in the crosshairs, seducing or being seduced. Thrilling, shocking and also thoughtful, this novel about a supermodel's sexual awakening is sure to arouse and intrigue you.
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Bad boys of Romance Blog Hop

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Oh you know you love them. Those "bad boys" of romance. And now we're celebrating them and all their naughty deliciousness. 
Which "bad boy" revs your motor? Is he a hero? Villain? A secondary character?Show those boys off June 7th-June 17th in the "Bad Boys" of Romance Giveaway Hop hosted byherding cats & burning soup, Rantings of a Reading Addict and author Blue Remy!


My all time favorite bad boy is V from J.R. Wards Black Dagger Brotherhood series. He's a lean, mean tattooed machine and he just does it for me :)

Ready to meet a new bad boy? Enter to win Wunder (0.5 DreamZ) and meet the one and only Pete. DO NOT let the name fool you. He's got it going on!
Be sure to scroll down to enter to win a Wunder prize pack, the GRAND PRIZE and to check out the other blogs. Get to hopping!


Blurb:
A World of Turmoil and Yearning

Wunder may have a normal life now…well, as normal as a freak of nature could have. Half zombie while her job is to hunt bloodthirsty creatures to protect the innocent. It’s the dreams that haunt her and they aren’t nightmares. Wunder dreams of a man, a man made just for her. Is he real, can he be the one she‘s yearned for?

Pete’s world is a lonely one as he wrestles with the reality of being part zombie. His hatred for the creatures that killed his parents drives him to patrol the streets and wipe them all out. His life would be stark, but for the dreams he’s been having; of a woman, so sensuous, so sexy. These alluring visions have become erotic and consuming. He feels as if he made her up to keep from going crazy. Is this life of hunting the walking dead, all there is? Or is she out there, waiting…just for him?
Find Wunder (0.5 DreamZ), Wunder (# 1 The Approach) and soon to be released Wunder (#2 Reunion) on Goodreads HERE

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Wicked Woman taking over the Latte Lounge at Coffee Time Romance

I belong to a special group of writers and we call ourselves the Wicked Women. We all write erotic romance and are in different stages of our career.

This Friday, June 7th, we’re taking over the Latte Lounge at Coffee Time Romance for an ALL DAY event.


* Go to www.coffeetimeromance.com and be sure to login.
* Head to the Latte Lounge and look for Wicked Women of Erotic Romance.
* Join us for some lively discussions and fabulous prizes!


Here are the names of your hostesses (each cover is linked to the titles Goodreads page):


Sheri Fredricks


Nikki Prince


Yvonne Nicolas


Tammy Dennings Maggy


Seraphina Donavan


DX Luc


AR Von





Looking forward to our chat!

The Vikings are back in Week 8/Chapter 8 of Silver and Spice by Maria MacAuley!

Hello friends/followers! Welcome to week 8/chapter 8 of  Maria MacAuley's Silver & Spice. Now we present to you another portion of a very exciting, romantic and all-around great story.  We will be posting a chapter for you to enjoy each week until the story's end. We are looking forward to comments, feelings, thoughts, etc. of what you think for each portion posted. So please be sure to leave a comment in the comments section :)

Now I present to you... Silver and Spice!

View Prologue and chapter 1 HERE, chapter 2 HERE,  chapter 3 HERE,  chapter 4 HERE, chapter 5 HERE, chapter 6 HERE, chapter 7 HERE


Chapter 8
Ireland, fourteen years earlier

Well concealed in the souterrain, Peter MacRonan, crouched and watched with interest at the scene unfolding by the church. He scraped his lank hair back from his face, but rather than tying it in place, the stringy strands fell forward again.  It had been more than twenty summers since the Vikings had established the settlement of Dubh Linn, and during that time, most of the Norsemen had moved from raiders to traders.
Only occasionally now did the Norsemen raid the countryside outside Dubh Linn, and as was the case today, cattle and a bumper grain harvest was their motive. He should know. He had provided them with access to the handful of small peaceful settlements.  As a minor chieftain of the Laigin tribe, he wanted more land and power. Having orchestrated the raid, by the time the Norsemen were finished, he would claim these ravaged lands as his own. And he would kill any survivors who refused to capitulate.
His wife, Aisling had never given him another son, or even a daughter to sell in marriage.   To punish her for her barrenness he had taken Sean, their young boy, her pride and joy, on a sea voyage.  His intention was to leave the child with a cousin in Anglesey for a year; that should be enough time to make her heavy with babe again.  He callously lied to her, telling her that the scraggy four-year-old had fallen overboard and drowned on the journey home.  Through her grief at losing her son, she fought his advances on a nightly basis.  Just as he was determined to sire another son, she was equally resolute that he would not.  He overpowered her every time, and she never acquiesced to his advances.
Now there was the same Aisling, cowering behind the wall of the church, trying to hide herself in the long afternoon shadow.  He fancied he saw fear in her luminous grey eyes as the giant sinister Viking strode towards her.  His face was fully covered by his heavily engraved helmet, brown hair to his shoulders curling out below the dull metal.
A Viking taking her in bloodlust should end her unwillingness to bed him; when the barbarian was finished with her, Aisling would not struggle against her husband again.
His lips curled into a sneer as he watched the giant warrior grab her arm and  he almost gave away his hiding place, his dark laughter echoing around the souterrain when he heard Aisling’s cry of pain. Suddenly it all changed. The Viking pulled off his helmet, his wild curly brown hair released. Dropping his headgear, he scooped the trembling Aisling up of the ground, and not resisting, she curled into his broad chest in surrender.  Shouting to his men in own language, he mounted his steed, and galloped off with Aisling still clinging to his tunic.
He shook with rage, his stringy hair falling over his cadaverous face.  Aisling MacRonan was his wife, his property.   He looked to his palms where his dirty nails had broken the skin. They would pay.
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'Hello to the hall!' Erik's loud voice echoed down the building.
Realising she was still only in her shift, and standing in the same chamber with Kristr in a stated of half-nakedness, the last thing she needed was the assumptions of his brother, she jumped out of Kristr's arms.  For third time since she arose that morning, she blushed in embarrassment.  The first time was when she realised Kristr had undressed her for bed the previous eve, the second was when she jumped out of bed and collided with him, and now finally, red-faced and mortified, there was Erik, by the curtain of the chamber, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed and smirking.
Squealing in shame, Roisin pushed Kristr back into the main hall, and yanked the curtain closed as she fumbled around the room, trying to dress herself in the still unfamiliar garments.  In her hurry to present a semblance of decency to the world, it took twice as long to arrange the kirtle and apron.  Gertrude had made it look so easy the day before, when they were in the bath-house.  She wanted to blame Kristr for having the audacity to be nude in his own hall, and to blame Erik for disturbing them.  Roisin took a deep breath to try and steady her racing heart.  She could not let the sight of his body affect her in such a way.  


Punching Erik's shoulder, Kristr glared at his brother, 'Thor's teeth, Erik, has Loki not given your hands enough mischief for one day?' Kristr stomped back to his own chamber and pulled on his undershirt and tunic, grunting and scowling as he laced through the neckline.  Unsuccessfully, he tried to rearrange his arousal within his woollen leggings.
'That,' Erik said, pointing in amusement at his brother's discomfort, 'is Roisin's work, not Loki's, nor mine.' Poking his head out into the dim hall to see if Roisin was dressed and ready to face them yet, and not seeing her, continued, 'Your heart softens as your cock hardens.' Chuckling at Kristr’s derisive snort, ‘It’s the way of the world, little brother. It’s the way a woman weaves her spell upon you.'
Pulling on his boots, Kristr glared at his brother, who was still grinning in glee. 'And with your constant interruptions, I will never find out if she feels the same way.’  He tried again to redress his erection and groaned in dismay.  ‘I feel like an untried lad.  I shall be hard all day.'
Clapping his younger brother on the back, 'Ah, it is poor consolation for you at present, but what from I saw she did not appear to be fighting to escape your embrace. You just need to offer to our goddess Freja and she may smooth the path for you.' Calling out loudly to Roisin, so as to avoid startling her again, he advised they were all taking their leave to go and break their fast with their parents, and she should follow at her leisure.  A squeak of agreement carried from her chamber.
‘Father has issued an instruction that we should join him in the hall, Kristr.’  Erik rolled his eyes, a recalcitrant child again.  ‘Wonder what we have done this time?’  Kristr shrugged.  Their father had already given them a lecture on how to treat their Irish guests, unless he had another plan up his sleeve.   The idea of their father’s loud voice reverberating off the walls at this early hour was not being welcomed by either man.
Crossing the courtyard between the two halls, and following at a distance from the brothers, Roisin laughed out loud when she heard Ciara’s voice behind her, and turned around to her sister, who danced towards her. Not only had she fully and successfully embraced the Norsewoman's attire which had given Roisin so much trouble that morning, her ensemble was completed by the hairstyle, turning her from a Celtic woman into a Viking goddess. She was wearing her hair unbound, in the style of a Norse maiden, her long blonde locks just skimming over her behind. The wispy tendrils, normally so hard to control, were being held in place by a circlet of silver. The sun rays bounced off the shining piece, bathing Ciara an angelic halo of light.
Linking arms, Roisin smiled as she listened to Ciara's excited chatter about the food at the feast, the skald.  Ciara confided that she and Erik had spent the night together. Roisin stopped in her tracks and spun to face her sister. 'Ciara! You did not? Did you?' she covered her ears. 'I do not want to know!' Secretly, she did want to know. Thanks to the gossiping older women on Dun-na-Shee, Roisin knew what laying with a man meant, and the outcome of coupling, but until recently could not imagine why any sane woman would want to do such a thing.
Ciara just giggled. 'No, we did not. He lay beside me after the feast and I woke up this morning in his arms. If lying with a man as if he were your husband makes me feel that happy, I cannot wait until that day arrives.' Almost as if he had heard their conversation, Erik glanced over his shoulder and blew a kiss, causing Ciara to giggle again, and beam at the blond Viking in return,  Observing again the radical change in her friend over the past sennight, Roisin decided that a lively playful Ciara was much more fun than quiet, dutiful Ciara, who had accepted her fate at such a tender age. As they entered the hall they heard squeals of delight from a young dark haired girl who ran in the direction of Kristr and Erik.

She was easily a head and shoulders taller than Roisin and even Ciara looked short beside this willowy beauty with long, almost black hair flowing behind her as she raced towards the men. 'Erik! Kristr! You have come home!' She flung her arms around the neck of each man in turn. 'My brothers have arrived and nobody thought to tell me until this morn when I arrived at the shore!'
Marthe Halsrason was the youngest of the family, and the only sister of Kristr and Erik. Kerik had found the newborn infant left to the wolves sixteen summers ago, whilst trading on the east coast of Scandinavia, in the land of the Swedes.   He saw that the girl-child was healthy and could not leave her to die. This child was either denied by her father, or unknown to him.  All children birthed had to be recognised by their sire, and if the father refused to do so, the child was left to perish.  At nine winters and eight summers when she arrived, Erik and Kristr delighted in the new addition to the family. Marthe was lively, intelligent and determined to match-make for her older brothers since she was twelve summers old.  Now, rather than being fostered, Marthe was serving an apprenticeship as a healer.  The Jarl there, Rorik Merksramsen, was a long-standing friend of Kerik, and he and his wife were only too happy to have Marthe in their midst, although she did not provide much of a calming influence on his five sons.
Observing the joy shared between the siblings, Roisin felt a pang of envy, as she thought of her own brother Brian, expected to marry Ciara, his sister in every way but blood. Marthe looked from her brothers to the girls, back again and once again started shrieking in glee.
'Oh, what a surprise! Can they speak our language? Of course not! I shall have to teach them!'
Running over to Roisin and Ciara, her long limbs evident beneath her blue linen dress, Erik called out behind her, 'Easy, Marthe, you don't want to scare them! It looks like you are attacking with love!' Twirling a stunned Ciara in a hug, she turned her attentions to Roisin, who was equally taken aback. Erik caught up with his maelstrom of a sister, and placing his hands on her shoulders, gently stilling her movements, he addressed Ciara and Roisin in Gaelic,  'Ladies, I believe you have now met our sister Marthe! She is sixteen summers old, but with the opinions and interfering nature of a woman three times that age.'
Kristr came up behind Erik, and chuckling in Norse, said, 'And do not forget her determination in finding you a wife, Erik!' She cannot wait to see the keys of the hall hanging from the brooch of her very own sister!' He paused, and gave a small grin when caught a glimpse of Marthe’s pout. Switching language, and taking Roisin's hand, 'Sweetling, this is my sister Marthe. As you can see, she is quite... lively. However she has promised to teach you more of our language, and given her word not to kill you with kindness.' Roisin smiled in appreciation. It would be pleasant to have a teacher who did not addle her mind with the thoughts of a shameless hussy.  She needed some time away from Kristr lest she succumb to her emotions.
'Komme,' Marthe beckoned them into the main hall. 'Dagmal.' It was the Norse word for breakfast, or Daymeal.
'Breakfast' called Kristr, as the girls followed Marthe into the hall. 'Roisin, I should like it very much if you save me a slice of bread with my eggs and ham.' Roisin was unaware of the significance of her actions the previous eve, but in their society, the act of a single woman sharing bread with a single man indicated a special relationship. He was starting to hope she felt the same way that he did. 

Kristr always had enjoyed this meal.  The dagmal consisted of a substantial meal of ham, eggs, barley bread and buttermilk.  It was not as noisy as the hall had been the previous evening, but between the booming voice of Kerik and the non-stop chattering of Marthe, it was entertaining nonetheless.  After the trenchers were cleared, Kristr offered Roisin to take her around the steading. Although he spent long periods of time at sea, he also knew the importance of farming and the protection of his steading. Kerik Halsrason had not gone a-Viking since Aisling’s arrival, and the steading thrived on the hard work of the all the freed men and women, as well as the hird, those who had been born free.  Although each year the settlement had their share of births, marriages and deaths, there had not been a slave on Halsrafjord since before Kristr’s birth.
Roisin walked beside him, listening intently as he described the uses for the different outbuildings, and their words in Norse, mjolk-kot was the word for dairy, ku the word for cow, staebel and hestr meaning stable and horse. Some words did not sound so different to her own, and the buildings had the same uses.  Kristr explained that although the men were not warriors, Jarl Kerik had made it a requirement of all men on Halsrafjord to train with the bow, sword and axe. All women were expected to be able to use a dagger blade, and that she would be no exception.
She watched at his grey eyes brightened to the colour of polished silver as he talked of the steading and his family. The land had access to the fjord, a freshwater river and woods that stretched for a league to the north. Erik, she knew, would be the Jarl, and his wife the head of the steading. Perhaps that would be Ciara who would have the keys of the hall, as he had gently teased Erik earlier. Kristr was not envious of his brother; as second son he had the freedom to continue as a merchant and trader, but without the responsibility of over one hundred people as Jarl Kerik did and Jarl Erik would.
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Roisin smiled to herself as she felt Kristr take her hand as they went in the direction of the shore. She did not pull away, but did feel slightly guilty at her lack of resistance; the priest Father Michael would be threatening them with burning fires of hell for the wanton behaviour of females.  She suddenly thought it was curious that men were not subjected to the same menacing warnings.  They walked in companionable silence for a few minutes, as her thoughts eased from the puritan warnings of the priest to her new words, her new life and the new-found confidence in her sister and best friend. Feeling his thumb circling over the fleshy pad of her palm, she felt her heart start to pound, and her breathing quicken.
'Kristr?' she turned to look at him, biting her lip in nervousness, 'can I ask you a question?'
He looked down to her, partly in amusement, partly in concern. 'Ja, what is it sweetling?'
'I need to know another Norse word.' Where was she going with this? Her words were innocent but her deep green eyes spoke of much more intense thought.'A word?'
'Ja.' She repeated his word for yes; he only ever used the Norse word for that, even when he spoke in Gaelic; there was no word for ’yes’ or ’no’ in her mother language.  'Kiss. What is the word for kiss?'
'Kiss?' he took a deep breath, and wondered where she was going with this conversation. He hoped he was right. 'Kyssa.'
'Kyssa.' She said the word, then whispered it again, her voice getting lower and lower. 'Kyssa, kyssa, kys-sa.'
She felt his hands lightly caress her cheek, cupping her face. Looking up at him, she no longer saw any trace of the angry face of her abductor, but that of a man who had awoken desires within her. His eyes reflected her own emotion, pleading for permission to take it from a word to an action. Easing herself closer to him, she closed her eyes, and followed her heart.  Slightly parting her lips, she gave him as firm a kiss as she dared.  Breaking away with nerves and giggling, she away from him. His eyes widened first in shock and then in delight.
He chased after her, allowing her to make some distance whilst she laughed and weaved through the bushes in front of him.  He watched her graceful form as her skirts swirled around her legs, and her braid bounced and swayed with her exuberant movements.  Easily catching up with her, neither of them were short of breath, but he was aware of her quickening pulse.  He caught her by her wrists, and gently pulling them behind her back, he held them easily in one hand as he stroked her cheek with the other. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes bright with desire, and she did not resist his hold. Not releasing his easy grip, he slowly walked her backwards until they were against an old oak tree and they started to kiss with a passion that spoke of much more to come.

Thanks for the painting are given to E Paterson
Viking home photo: http://www.pbase.com/icicle50
Other photo: www.scribblingseaserpent.blogspot.co.uk






Bio
Maria MacAuley is from Derry, Ireland and has a degree in Celtic Languages. She is married to the love of her life, and they live in relative peace with two cats.

She has a secret wish that her husband will investigate his Nordic family tree further and whisk her off on a longboat to Hammerfest to view the Northern Lights.

If Maria were to choose her favourite tense, it should be the subjunctive, and is always keen to discuss same over a pint of Guinness.
email: banbha@hotmail.com




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The Twisted Truth by Erin Armstrong

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Book Title:  The Twisted Truth
Author:  Erin Armstrong
Release Date:  May 30, 2013
Genre:  Urban Fiction
Publisher:  GMTA Publishing, LLC
Presented by:  As You Wish Tours
SYNOPSIS
Michelle Marshall is a strong independent woman with a lot of baggage. Raped right before the start of her senior year of college, Michelle grows to be a caring, single mother to her daughter. Things begin to look pretty grim when the Charity House, the women's shelter she founded, is on the brink of having to close its doors. That is, until Tyler Austin, a mysterious and handsome stranger comes into the picture. Helping Michelle resuscitate the Charity House, Ty also helps her learn to trust, love and feel what she hasn't in years. Not everything is quite as perfect as Michelle would like though, as occasional hints lead her to believe something is not quite right.

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EXCERPT


Michelle spent the car ride crying. She couldn’t even bring herself to call Tiffani back and make sure she had taken all of the proper precautions. Ty called the police and made sure there were units dispatched to the shelter. He also phoned Mya to let her know what was going on. He didn’t want Shiloh to worry, because he knew it was going to be a long night and Michelle They hadn’t even turned onto the street when the smell of burning wood filled the car. She could see the smoke rising above the rooftops, and all at once her denial quickly came to an end. As they made their way through the many police officers and the four fire trucks, reality set in.


As they stepped up to where the house used to be, Tiffani ran over to them, while the other mothers and children stood staring at their former home in terror. Tiffani threw her arms around Michelle. Her body trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably.“Tiffani, where is Chanel?”Tiffani fell to the ground. “She’s dead. She’s dead! Oh God, Michelle, she’s gone! She’s gone!”Michelle turned to Ty, who had his eyes fixed on the shelter.“Ty, please help me….” The voice that spoke not her own. She had not heard that voice come out of her before; it was weak and throaty.Ty grabbed her just before she passed out.


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When Michelle came to, she was in the back of an ambulance. Ty was sitting next to her along with an EMT. Ty leaned in and kissed Michelle on her forehead. “Hey, baby. Are you okay?”Michelle closed her eyes and nodded slowly. Was she okay? She wasn’t sure. Everything had happened so quickly that she hadn’t had time to process it all. Maybe there was nothing to process because whether she accepted it or not, her shelter was gone and so was her best friend.“Is Chanel really gone?” she asked Ty.“I don’t want you to think about that right now, baby. Just take Michelle lifted her head, fresh tears filling her eyes. “Answer me! Where is my friend? Where is Ty looked over at the EMT worker who gave him an encouraging nod. “It’s true, Michelle. They couldn’t save her. I’m sorry.”Lowering her head back down on the gurney, she cried. It was all too much. She didn’t know what to do. The thought of having to call Chanel’s parents and deliver the bad news overwhelmed her. There was so much that needed to be done and she had no idea where to begin.


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Erin Armstrong graduated from Franklin High School. She currently works for Easter Seals NJ where she assists families with children who are disabled. She has been with the company for three years. With Easter Seals, her goal is to always live by their slogan which is to enable individuals with disabilities of special needs and their families to live, learn, work and play in their communities with equality, dignity, and independence.There is no greater reward to her than being able to make a difference in these families lives.At an early age she knew that she wanted to be a writer. Some of her first stories she wrote when she was only ten years old. It wasn’t always easy for her and she struggled to find her niche. She has written several short stories but never published any of them.  Eventually she was able to sit down and write down all of her ideas and was finally able to make her dream a reality.


Erin lives at home with husband of five years and her two boys Davien and Cameron.  She enjoys spending time with them and watching them grow every day.


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Bluffing the Devil Tour & Giveaway

Title-Bluffing the Devil
By-C.L.  Foster
Expected Publication Date-May 2013
Cover by the amazingly talented Regina Wamba of Mae I Designs https://www.facebook.com/MaeIDesignandPhotography







Bluffing the Devil Trailer ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4UWMHklfcg

Blurb-After losing her fiancé to a freak accident, Alexia Riley decides to swear off relationships and focus her energy on conquering the male-dominated sport of professional poker.

When Alexia finds herself being visited in her dreams by a mysterious new man, she begins to wonder if her world is slowly starting to unravel around her.

Tested by a double-dealing nemesis on the tables and tempted by a mysterious "dream man", Alexia soon contemplates making a deal with the Devil to rid herself of these torments. What bargain will she strike with the Dark Prince to get what she wants? As temptation for a mysterious dream man weakens her resolve, a desire to defeat her greatest rival beckons her. Will she sacrifice her soul for victory? Love? Or does she want something else entirely?
The stakes have never been higher for Alexia than they are when she is bluffing the Devil.


Excerpt:He slithered his way across the casino floor and instantly his predacious gaze locked onto me. In a spontaneous act of avoidance, I burrowed into the crowd a bit deeper and tunneled my way through the unsuspecting human-shields and headed toward the mock-safety of the elevators. Not that I am afraid of him, far from it, I just cannot stand cocky bastards that think they are God's gift to the game. Especially when it's obvious that the only reason he chats me up so often is he is trying to learn my strategy and make a place for himself as poker royalty. Not on my watch, chump. But wait, I am not prey in this situation! I am never going to be someone's doormat or stepping stone ever again! Resolve hit me suddenly and I pivoted on my heel quickly, nearly slamming into his eye-level chest. Man, he was fast! And tall, geez. When did he get so tall? How had I never noticed that before? Ahh yes, always sitting at a poker table and only having to deal with his consuming gazes. This was a new level of freak-out."Is there something I can help you with, Rey?" I said as I craned my neck to see the tower of man before me, "Or were you on a mad dash to bilk someone of their life savings or rob some unsuspecting college girl of her panties and possible virtue tonight?""You wound me, truffle." He drawled with his gorgeous Latin accented "r".Seriously? What is up with everyone and their nicknames for me lately?"I decided at the last moment to switch to this hotel so I could be away from the action over at Caesar's and as I was registering I couldn’t miss your glorious essence calling to me from the crowd."As if I was "calling" to him? Pssh. As if!"And I just had to come speak to you and make sure you are doing well. Are you busy? You seemed in a hurry."Rey could fool most people into thinking he was innocent or sweet or whatever façade he wanted to wear today but I know poker players and I know men and he was not fooling me one bit. He always stayed at Caesar's, which was one of the most important reasons I never did. Had he followed me? There would be no point in that. I have to stop being so paranoid."I was in a hurry yes, I.. uh.. have a date." It was sort of the truth. I was planning on going to my room for a nap before the tournament and was also praying that I would have a few moments with my Dream Guy, that always settled my nerves and gave me a little something extra to smile about.A flash of something crossed Rey's face. Amazingly, I couldn't decipher if it was anger, confusion, or some other emotion. Even though I have been training to read people's faces, actions, words, and other characteristics for years now, he somehow managed to show an emotion I hadn't seen before. Weird. Well-played, sir. Game on.







About the Author-C.L.  Foster is a brand new writer with big dreams and lots of avenues she wants to travel.

Originally from Florida, she has lived all over the world, but has settled down in Pennsylvania.... for now! She has a Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice, minoring in Psychology and Forensics. Which means you don't want to cross her because she knows how and where to hide a body so it's never found!

She proudly admits to hearing voices in her head, but at times, her characters' impromptu visits can be rude and annoying. Thankfully, she has adequate patience for their shenanigans and can out ninja them any day of the week.

Links-Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1920252.C_L_Foster Twitter-https://twitter.com/CLFoster1 Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCLFoster Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/C.L.-Foster/e/B00A5GV1OS/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_3
Facebook Tour Event- https://www.facebook.com/events/362336803887866/


Giveaway Info-Author is giving away-
1 signed print copy of ‘Bluffing the Devil’ , 2 ebook copies of ‘Bluffing the Devil’ & 2 sets of signed bookmarks (1 from C.L. Foster & 1 from Sierra Sophia)


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Review Natural Selection (Forces of Nature #1) by Elizabeth Sharp

"Natural Selection" Author: Elizabeth SharpGenre: YA- Paranormal RomancePages: 234Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: August 8, 2011Author's Website
Buy Links: Amazon
Goodreads Blurb:What do you do when you find out your family isn't your family, death is knocking at your door, and that guy you can't stop thinking about knows more about who you are than you do? Amelia Hoffman was just a normal 15 year old until she found out the truth. Now ancient myths, supernatural beings, and murder have changed everything. Tests and school dances are no longer the biggest worry in her life-- she has to figure out how to save everyone she loves and accept the future in front of her before its too late.
My Review:An original and good start to a new series. Natural Selection is a YA paranormal story that has a perfect touch of magic and romance to go along with the (very different) teenage girl  that finds herself going through very different phases and growth. This story has action, mystery and excitement that many fans of the genre will surely enjoy!Amelia is a mid-teen that has been kept in the dark about herself, her family and those around her all of her life. Once all secrets are exposed her world is full of turmoil, sadness, romance and much more. Confused yet able to stand tall and strong. She uses her new found power and smarts to help rid the world of some evil.
A quick and engrossing read that opens a new branch of paranormal into the reading world. I look forward to what the author will bring us in the next of the series.




Overall Rating 3.5



Sex Rating of 1 Dragon Flame

Review Troll-y Yours (Book #2 The Centaurs) by Sheri Fredricks

"Troll-y Yours" Author: Sheri FredricksGenre: Paranormal RomancePages: Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: May 17, 2013Author's Website 
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Goodreads Blurb:

SHE TAKES A CHANCE.

Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course forever. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one.

HE’S IN DANGEROUS TERRITORY.

Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.

But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?

My Review:Once again Sheri Fredricks has me falling in love with the characters she’s created in her Centaur series. I laughed, held onto my seat in anticipation and even needed some cooling off from all of the hot sex going on within the pages. It started off with one heck of a bang and continued to keep me turning its pages until the very end. A definite must read for ALL fans of the genre.

Ella wants out! Out of the depressing walls that contain her along with her family. She’s no prisoner. It’s her family; they’ve never praised her for anything she’s done. Just always put her down and degrade her. She decides to take a leap and start her very own business so she can save money, escape all of the negativity and get her very own place. Little does she know how much more is in store for her…
Alek is a very important centaur. He’s recently started to look to fill a void he has within himself. Literally pounding every woman he can get his hands on is doing absolutely nothing for him any longer. Never in his life having thought to settle, but now considering it. This new desire feels a bit strange to him, but he longs to be happy and have that special someone and something packed full of meaning…
In a paranormal world full of racism it’s rare and beautiful to experience such different races coming together and falling, hard! In love that is. Troll-Y Yours is a real treat and I look forward to where the author will go next in the series.  Even though this is book 2 of the series. It’s written as a stand-alone. I DO suggest reading Remedy Maker (book 1) as well. Rhy is one VERY hot centaur!




Overall Rating 5



Sex Rating of 3 Dragon Flame

Marked Blog Tour

Title: MarkedAuthor: Jennifer JamesDate Published: May 19, 2013









Blurb:Five years ago she ran. . . Kayla is back where she belongs: in Jack’s arms. But after the initial explosion of pent up longing and need have passed, she has to convince him to complete the bond between them.Ingrained fears sent her running, but the need for her mate and the love she’s denied has brought her back. To be Marked will join their souls together forever, a bond Kayla can no longer live without.An Alpha wolf, Jack waited for Kayla to return to him and protected her from afar. When he senses her outside his home, he isn’t beyond setting a trap meant to entice her back.Once he has her, he has to show her it isn’t just her heart he needs.He needs her trust and with it, her submission.
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I have a bad habit of creating series. I love to read them, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I keep writing them. *grin* Last week I released my very first Indie title, a short story set in a universe called HOWL. This universe will be in the spirit of Felicity Heaton’s Vampire Realms, with lots of different characters, book lengths, and storylines. I hope you’ll enjoy my take on werewolf soul mates in this first installment, MARKED.
Author Bio:Jennifer James lives in a fantasy land where it’s always 75 degrees and sunny, a river made of non-fat chocolate runs past her house, and dogs don’t poop. (She hates cleaning up dog pooh.) A mutli-published author of erotica and erotic romance, she loves to write stories with heat, heart, and happily ever afters.

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To celebrate the release of MARKED, I’m running a Rafflecopter through May 31. In it, there’s a chance to win a gorgeous book thong I created! I also two some Jennifer James swag packs up for grabs. But don’t worry, if the Rafflecopter doesn’t smile on you, I’m hosting a Facebook party May 31. There will be ebooks, awesome swag, and lots of games. 
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Cover Reveal for Born of Fire By Amy Erstad

Book Title: Born of Fire

Author: Amy Erstad
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Book Blurb: Humans are losing their devotion to the Gods. After everything the humans put themselves and others though; faith is still not high on their priority list. Even the Gods would think such things as wars would lead the humans back to them, but it is only a temporary fix. Their devotion still waivers. Other than Ra, no one seems to notice, or they just don’t care. They keep telling him it will get better with time, only it doesn’t. Worse yet, they keep denying his request for an earthly presence. He is sick of watching and waiting, and sick of being denied. He is not going to just stand by and let them keep denying him, he has his own plans. Plans put in place centuries ago, secretly. Now they shall all see what happens when he is forsaken.                 While Ra is making plans of his own, Kenna, on the earthly realm, is figuring out that the people she loves and trusts are keeping secrets from her. She wants to know what those secrets are, and she knows they have something to do with her nightmares, but no one is giving up any information. She is not too worried though. She has Keyara, her best friend, right there beside her. Together they work to try to unravel the mystery that her life has become. Together they stand when Kenna’s life is turned upside down by some handsome stranger. One that is familiar, yet unknown to Kenna. Together they will continue to stand, when the secrets are revealed, and both girls find they have destinies they never would have dreamed of.
Excerpt: Kenna and KeyaraKenna is sitting on her bed looking at me with a look of bewilderment on her face, and a little laugh in her voice. “Sounds like you were up to eaves-dropping again. How did the covert operation go?  Learn anything new?”“No, no nothing new tonight,” I quickly spit out, not wanting her to know that her parents know where she got the necklace. While I still hate the lying, I know I just need a little bit more time, and a few more pieces to start putting everything together. Kenna gives me the eye, looking at me suspiciously. “Well you sure were gone long enough for no new information, and you were awful quick to spit that out.”“Yeah well, just because we have an undercover mission going doesn’t mean I don’t ever have to drain the lily pad once in a while.” Truthfully I hate keeping this secret from Kenna, but I don’t want to let on to the fact that I think they are keeping secrets, and that I think it is something big. I want to wait until I have something concrete to bring her, so I don’t worry her any more than she already is. As it is, my poor best friend has hardly had a good night’s sleep in months and the less stress she has on her, the better off she will be. Knowing there is a secret out there about her isn’t exactly going to help her, but it is better than knowing just how serious I believe it may be, without being able to produce any proof.
There are two other blogs, each with a different excerpt for you to check out. Visit:  http://nevermorepublicity.blogspot.com (for the Ra & Lyssa excerpt) and (for the Daniel excerpt).

Author Bio Amy has been married for 16 years and shares two beautiful daughters with her husband. After being a stay at home mother for many years, she went back to school and graduated with her Associates Degree in Business Administration in 2009. When she is not working, she loves being able to travel whenever she can and has had the opportunity to visit several different countries with her family, and has even been able to live in some of them. While it was never her dream to become a writer, she now loves every minute of her time spent in the writing world, as it gives her the opportunity to live in a world made out of imagination and sometimes dreams. She loves reading paranormal and fantasy books.