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Book Tour/Giveaway The Nightlife Series by Travis Luedke

• Title: The Nightlife New York (Book #1 in The Nightlife Series)

• Author: Travis Luedke

• Release Date: August 18, 2012

• Genre: Paranormal, Adult Romance

Synopsis :: 
Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, gangs, pimps and corrupt cops, the Nightlife of New York is never boring.

Is she a beautiful blond guardian angel as he imagined, or something else entirely? When Michelle saves Aaron's life she shares the benefits of her blood (after getting him shot accidentally). He awakes a changed man, living in a purgatory of eternal night, never to see the sunrise again.

Michelle drags Aaron through a hardcore learning curve of vampiric slavery. Forced to adapt to servitude, Aaron is subject to her authority of compulsion. She orders him around like a puppet on a string, a dog on a very short leash. First things first, he must learn to feed properly without creating bloodslaves (humans addicted to the powerful drug-like effect of their venomous bite).

And then she puts him to work-a male escort in the sex trade-same as Michelle. Aaron walks a tightrope of strictly controlled feeding regiments and intensely erotic sexual adventures while catering to the neurotic control-freak tendencies of his new master. It's do or die, Michelle vows to eliminate him if he proves too difficult to control. The real kicker-amidst all these shocking and degrading adjustments, Aaron finds he's falling in love.

Can he maintain and keep a sliver of his humanity intact? Innocence is a luxury few can afford in the decadent nightlife of New York. In a world where sex, blood, and power over women is so readily accessible, Aaron struggles against the predatory instincts deeply rooted in his new psyche. He must find his way quickly, practicing rigid self-control, or risk the consequences of Michelle's wrath.




Excerpt from THE NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK:
Aaron burned, outraged at the audacity of the grotesque, fat, ugly bulldog of a man assaulting the blond goddess.  An involuntary cry tore from his throat, “Hey!  Leave her alone!  Get your hands off her!”  He couldn't believe either of these crude creatures would dare lay hands on the beautiful blond vision of perfection who spoke in an intoxicating stream of French obscenities.
“T'as une tête à faire soutier les plaques d'égouts!”  She blasted the bulldog.  Aaron recalled just enough French to know she’d told him his face could blow off manhole covers.  She continued with, “Voulez-vous cesser de me cracher dessus pendant que vous par lez”, further expressing her disgust by telling him to stop spitting on her while he spoke.
Never ceasing her tirade of lovely French filth, the blond struck at the bulldog in a blur.  In one swift move, she broke his hold on her wrist and clawed his face, leaving a trail of bloody slash marks across his left cheek. Without pause she instantly pivoted and punched Barney Fife in the nose with a gratifying crunch sound, and a backward head snap.  A splat of blood flew through the air.  She pivoted a split-second later to face the bulldog with a Taser in hand, magically snatched from Barney Fife after breaking his nose.  The combat unfolded before Aaron's eyes like a scene from a martial arts film.  The heroine had the appearance of moving with super human velocity.  By comparison to her whip-like actions, the detectives seemed to be in slow motion.
Aaron's jaw dropped.  He stood in complete awe of the scene taking place before him.  He had difficulty accepting these bizarre events for reality.  As the shimmery cocktail dressed wonder woman fired her stolen Taser, Aaron recognized the bulldog was not truly as slow as he had seemed.  He had a pistol drawn and moving upward in a sweeping arc.
Aaron's dream state shattered along with his heretofore unremarkable and short life when the Taser struck the bulldog at precisely the point when his gun sights aligned with Aaron.  The electric shock of the Taser began a domino effect.  All muscles and tendons in the bulldog’s body clenched, including his trigger finger.  The sharp crack of the gun resulted in a slug passing through Aaron's chest and out his back, knocking him to the ground with the impact.
The pain came seconds later, delayed.  When it hit it was all-consuming, overpowering.  Nothing existed beyond the horrible agony of his body torn to shreds by the wicked projectile.  He wasn't brave or manly or noble like all these scenes of bullet wounds from Hollywood films.  He screamed and howled like a baby, and promptly blacked out from the overwhelming agony.
* * * *
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.  Aaron felt someone smack him three times.  He beheld an angel with a halo of light around her tousled blond curls like the corona encircling the sun.  She had the most succulent puffy lips and a benevolent shine of concern and compassion. “Are you an angel?”  His beautiful seraph began swearing in a stream of melodic French. “Le réalité' et toi vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?”  She remarked on his disconnect with reality.  He didn’t know what to say.  How do you greet the angel of death?She resumed her obscenities, “C'est vraiment des conneries!”  The words seeped in slowly, sparking a memory from French class––this was bullshit.  Are angels supposed to curse?He was so tired, cold, numb.  Is this what it feels like to die?  He drifted back into unconsciousness content in the belief that heavenly hosts carried him off to a better place.
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• Title: The Nightlife Las Vegas (Book #2 in The Nightlife Series)
• Author: Travis Luedke

• Release Date: November 17, 2012

• Genre: Paranormal, Adult Romance Erotica ThrillerSynopsis ::Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule -- no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia. All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a 'pet'. When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are 'disappeared'. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them. But, Las Vegas isn't ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.

Find out what happens in the second novel of the Nightlife Series.

★★★★★ "Go grab a copy before this much fun is declared illegal."

★★★★★ "Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting erotic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying "Wow!"

★★★★★ "A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and erotica, and does it well."



Excerpt from THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS:
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but what the hell do they know?  Twenty-two year old Aaron Pilan could testify from experience that significant gambling losses––or winnings––definitely follow you home.
After three weeks of hitting the gaming tables, he was practiced at the fine art of gambling.  He knew the truth behind the veil of glamour.  As P.T. Barnum said, “There's a fool born every minute.”  Many a fool arrived in Vegas with a wad of hard earned cash fantasizing about winning big and coming home to boast of the thousands they reeled in during their brief stint as a high roller.  
He joined the foolish masses in their desire to hit it big.  He fully intended to beat the odds and walk away from the gaming tables, winnings intact.  It looked damn good for him at the moment.  Of course, being an exceptionally gifted telepath afforded him a decidedly unfair advantage –– definitely contributed to his good luck.
Another caveat to the Vegas rule would be murder.  An untimely death by strangulation definitely puts a kink in the high roller status.  Aaron read his opponent Alexander Demarco’s mind as the man contemplated this very thing.  Poor Demarco had been suffering the systematic and thorough fleecing of his poker chips.  He was a very unhappy man.
* * * *
Demarco envisioned a number of ways to kill Aaron Pilan, starting with the quick and dirty double-tap bullet to the back of the head.  Upon further consideration, that seemed almost too merciful, too quick and easy.  He graduated to fantasies of Aaron begging and pleading for his life out in the Vegas desert.  He imagined Aaron hog-tied at the bottom of a six-foot pit as the dirt hit his face while being buried alive.  Demarco had personal experience with both methods of murder.
He finally settled on a slightly more violent alternative.  Strangulation would be the most satisfying method of killing the punk.  He imagined the strength of his own hands wrapped solidly around Aaron’s throat, squeezing out his life as he flailed about feebly.  God I wish I could do it right now.  He had always preferred the ‘hands on’ approach.
I know that son-of-a-bitch is cheating somehow.  His gut instincts were rarely wrong in these matters.  The punk always knows exactly when to fold and when to call, he’s impossible to bluff.  He could smell a con from the end of the room.  No way could Aaron clean him out so consistently by pure chance.
His intuition was sharply honed from the years he spent hustling on the streets of west Humble Park Chicago, between Grand and Arlington, smack dab in the center of Latin Kings territory.  He bore his gangland battlefield scars proudly, a soldier displaying badges of merit.  The dog-eat-dog survival-of-the-fittest lifestyle was second nature.  He couldn’t enter a building without staring down every person in sight and watching all the exits.
This punk can’t weigh more than a hundred sixty pounds.  I could take him any day of the week.  He sized up Aaron, measuring him against his own two hundred ten pounds of lean muscle and six foot frame of a professional athlete.  Why am I lettin this white devil bitch run the show?  I wonder if he’s a Fed?  Maybe this is a setup.  He had an overwhelming feeling he was being taken for a ride.  He much preferred being the one doing the taking.
By sheer luck and opportunity he’d been one of the select few who escaped the Federal Racketeering indictment leveled against the Chicago Latin Kings when he moved to Vegas in 2004, a year before the indictment was issued.  Everything changed when he setup operations in Vegas.  He graduated from small time movements of heroin and cocaine by the gram to major deliveries measured in kilos.  His buddies back in Chicago became the end consumer.  Long gone were the days of pushing dime baggies out on the street.  Now he sold wholesale, fat transactions with sweet profit margins and far less risk of being snitched out by a punk ass junky popped off for banging a gram in a public bathroom.
And here he was a high roller, a shot caller, a badass, punked-out for thousands of dollars by a pinche gringo white devil with a smug smile.  He scowled at the pair of fives in his hand and continued fantasizing about murdering Aaron.
* * * *
Aaron was well aware of Demarco's malicious intents.  He read all the sordid details in his mind as he raised the pot, smiling at Demarco all the while.  He knew his pair of kings would win the hand unless the last card pulled a surprise.  Not having learned his lesson yet, Demarco foolishly called his bet and slid another stack of chips forward on the table.
When the dealer laid out a queen, Demarco's losses tallied up to $26,000.  More than enough to justify murder. Demarco had once beaten a man to death over a thousand dollars' worth of cocaine on the streets of Chicago. He now had twenty-six reasons to kill Aaron.
When his hand won again, Aaron knew it was time to leave the table.  He bid everyone a good night, collected his winnings, and winked at Demarco.  It was the wink that finally did it.  Demarco literally saw red.  The color of everything around him turned a violent shade of pinkish red as his blood pressure skyrocketed, hitting his temples in a pounding throb.  The white devil had given him a migraine.  He folded his hand and sat there fuming.
Aaron walked away tens of thousands richer.  Worse, a drop dead gorgeous blond wrapped herself around the white devil as if she would bang him right there.
“You left them with their pants?”“Yes love.  Shirts.  The phrase is ‘lose your shirt’.  I feel merciful tonight.  They’re still fully dressed.”  Aaron caressed Michelle’s face as she cuddled with him, aligning her curves to all his sharp angles.
Demarco’s mind broadcast clearly as he watched Michelle holding Aaron intimately.  Demarco seethed with a rare combination of envy and hatred.  In his opinion, a woman like that deserved a real man, not some arrogant young prick.  Back in the ghettos of Chicago, Aaron was what they called soft.
He glanced over his shoulder at Demarco with a look.  It was not a soft look.  In this one instance Demarco's instincts were dead wrong.  He was young, but not soft.  Not by anyone’s definition of the word.
He scanned Demarco's mind one last time before walking away.  Green-eyed jealousy consumed his every thought.  They always want what they can’t have.  Aaron had become accustomed to this reaction.  He and Michelle were a strikingly attractive pair.  He knew onlookers considered his dark haired, dark eyed, five foot eleven frame of model caliber, but Michelle was a whole different level of attractive.  If not for her petite five-foot two, she could have been a world famous runway model.  Her lazy golden curls framed flawless pale skin and vibrant green eyes.  Her shapely hourglass curves could win international beauty and swimsuit contests.
All who crossed paths with the couple felt the effect of the magnetic attraction they exuded.  They had a phenomenal stage presence drawing the eye of any observer.  As several sets of eyes tracked the couple, Aaron remembered his first night spent with Michelle.  Just five weeks ago, he awoke to her angelic face and adorably incomprehensible French accent explaining, "This is the magnétisme animal of the vampires."
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• Title: Blood Slave (Book #3 in the series, but considered a stand alone novel)

• Author: Travis Luedke

• Release Date: December 23, 2012

• Genre: Paranormal Erotic, Adult RomanceSynopsis :: Her mother named her Esperanza de Salvador - Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.

Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.

Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.

Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan's elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?

And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.






Excerpt from BLOOD SLAVE:
I awoke in the afternoon alone in bed.  I could still smell him on the sheets.  Like the fool I am, I thought he’d be there.  Wake up sex can be awesome, but I rarely if ever have someone there when I wake up.  And it usually isn’t someone I really want there.
A dining cart awaited me with pizza, bottled water, a couple cans of Ensure protein shakes, and a note.  The pungent aroma of the chicken pesto pizza had me ravenous.  I inhaled two pieces as I read Enrique’s little love note:
Dear Hope:Please eat and drink as much as you can.  You will be anemic constantly.  You must take very good care of your health.  The Ensure supplement will help.  There will be plasma and blood transfusions available soon, you will probably need them.  Take the sublingual strip Suboxone to hold off withdrawals until we meet again after sunset around 7:15 p.m.  The Suboxone goes under your tongue.I apologize for your situation.  I hope we can find a way to work through this and become friends.LoveEnrique
Okay … Suboxone.  Some of the guys at the Towers mentioned it once.  It helps fight off heroin withdrawals. One guy said it gave a slight buzz, but nothing like heroin.  I have never and will never try heroin.  I’ve seen what addicts look like, it’s really fucked up.So why would he give me Suboxone?
And why wait till seven?  Three hours from now.  I didn’t want to wait for him.  I wanted him here now.  Right now! I wanted him to bite me again right now!“Son of a bitch!  He got me with that fucking bite.  That’s what he’s been talking about.  He’s got me hyped on his bite!  Fucking vampires!”
I had a craving, a need, an unscratchable itch for Enrique.  Three more hours to go.
* * * *
I was bouncing off the walls by 5:30 p.m..  The Suboxone helped get rid of my headache, and I had a decent buzz going.  None of that solved the craving I had for Enrique, or more specifically his bite.  A warm bath didn’t help, the three cans of Ensure didn’t help, nor did the half bottle of chardonnay, although it kicked up my buzz nicely.
By 7:16 p.m., I was ready to strip the floral print wallpaper off with my nails.  Every part of my body ached for Enrique.  I don’t mean pain, I mean need, desire, angst.  By 7:17 p.m. I kicked at the locked door, front kicks and sidekicks.  I took a few steps back to do a jumping side kick when he opened the door with the most infuriatingly calm comment on his lips.“Did you miss me?”
I screamed and launched forward.  “You son of a bitch!”
He caught me right out of the air in a graceful embrace, absorbing all my impact in his iron hard arms.  Before I could react, he bit me fast and hard, right in the neck, robbing me of all sense and reason.  Anger, hatred, need, frustration, all obliterated in the blast of sweet, sweet euphoria so intense it brought tears to my eyes.  He carried me to the bed as I convulsed with orgasms, still held in the leech’s embrace as if he cared for me.  It’s a good thing I didn’t have any underwear on beneath my bathrobe, I would’ve had to change them.  My inner thighs were soaked by the time he let up.
I hated and loved him.  I wanted to kill him, fuck him, and kiss him, all at the same time.  What a mess.  Hate won the toss up as the strongest sentiment of the moment.“I hate you.” I spoke in a quiver, breathless from his bite.
“I expected as much.  It’s regrettable, but under the circumstances you left me no choice.”  He sighed.
“That’s all you have to say?  What did you do to me?”“I know this seems bad.  I understand you’re upset, and rightfully so.  I apologize, but it was necessary.”“What do you mean?”“I had to assure your loyalty.  I had to bind you to me.  There was no other way.”“What do you mean bind?  How am I bound?  I can’t read your mind!  You have to tell me what you’ve done to me.  Why do I want to be with you all the time?  Why do I need you to bite me?”
“I understand.  It must be upsetting you can’t get in here.”  He tapped his finger on his skull.  “The only name for your condition I have ever known is an archaic terminology I learned from my master over a century ago.  He called them ‘Bloodslaves’.  I think it’s an inappropriate title.  I have no intention of making you a slave.”“If I’m not a slave then why don’t you let me go home?”  I whined.
“Querida, you know too much.  It was bad enough you knew of our existence.  Then Lia brought you here.  She is a constant strain on my patience.  If she had let you be, the situation would’ve diffused itself.  I imagine you considered her an eccentric.  As it stands now, I can’t let you go.  To be truthful, your particular talents are intriguing.  I’m beginning to like the idea of having you around.”
He had me crying by then.  I couldn’t go home, ever.  He’d never let me go.  Hating him for my captivity, I still felt this inexplicable desire to touch him, coerce him into biting me again.  The bastard had me hooked like a damn heroin junky!  As I stood there with tears streaming down my face, the son of a bitch hugged me.
It didn’t seem real.  Like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.  He had to let me go home.“What if I promised I would never say a word to anyone?  Who would believe me?  This is all so crazy!  I can’t hurt you or expose you in any way!  I’m an illegal immigrant!  I can’t call the police or any other government agency! Your secret’s safe with me!  I don’t care who or what you are, or where you live.  I just want to go home!”  I begged him shamelessly.  “I don’t want to be a bloodslave!  And I can’t stand it here.  Your mind is locked up solid.  You could be lying to me!  I don’t know anything about you!”
“Shush, Shush, Shush. It does no good to lament.  What’s done is done.  Querida ... you are bound to me.  The bond cannot be broken.  Surely you’ve noticed the connection between us, the way you need me?”
“OH MY GOD!  You did this to me on purpose!”“Though I’m not proud of it, I’ll not lie.  Yes ... I did this.”“Oh God, I’m a slave!”
“That’s not really correct.  I’ve no need to stoop to such degradation.  I respect you.  Enough drama – let’s look at some of the positives here.”“What’s positive?”“I know this seems bad, and it is, but there are some benefits to this life.  Come with me.”I followed him reluctantly into the luxurious bathroom attached to my bedroom prison cell.  The nicest bed/bath combo I’d ever stayed in.  If I could come and go at will it would be perfect.
We stood before the mirror. “Do you notice anything different about yourself?”I looked in my eyes.  I had a post orgasm flush, anger and frustration evident on my face.  My eyes were wet from crying.  Nothing seemed different from the person in the mirror an hour ago when I’d taken a bath.“What’s supposed to be different?”
I took him seriously, a new sense of fear bloomed in my gut.  What had he done to me?  Was I changed?  Was I like him now?  I opened my mouth to inspect my teeth, looking for the tell-tale fangs.  Nada.  Nothing changed that I could see.
Enrique snorted laughter.  I elbowed him in the ribs.  My temper flared up.  This was my life he laughed at!  The asshole felt so damn solid, like hitting a piece of wood.
He had a twinkle in his eye.  “Look at your face.  Do you see any bruises or black eyes?”The bastard hadn’t even flinched when I hit him, he was impervious.  He stared at me expectantly with a faintly amused expression.  I looked in the mirror again.  I scowled, not a very attractive look for me overall.  No bruises, no black eyes, not a mark on me from yesterday’s scuffle.  My elbows didn’t have any raw spots from when I’d hit the floor.  The bite marks that should have been on my neck were nowhere to be found.
I again asked the question, “What did you do to me?”  My voice filled with fear and awe.“There are some pleasant advantages of repeated exposure to our bite.  With each bite a small amount of venom is released into your system.  This causes the euphoria.  Our venom is quite beneficial over time.  You’ll heal much more quickly.  Your immune system will improve, a higher resistance to communicable diseases. And you’ll age more slowly than the average person.  You could live to be well over a hundred.  How old are you?  Twenty-four?  Twenty-five?”
In shock from his words, it took me a few seconds to answer.  “Twenty-two”“Oh ... well you seemed a bit older.  So very young to have lived through so much.  It’s to your advantage.  You’ll look as you do for many years to come.  A good situation for someone so young, to enjoy youth for a few extra years.“How old are you?”“Very old.”“You don’t look a day over thirty five.”“Why thank you.”The bastard had calmed me down. I chatted with him like old friends.  He was so damn easy to talk to. Attractive, intelligent, kind, beautiful hazel eyes staring at me without blinking.  Damn.  I was falling under his spell.  And why tell me all this?  The more he revealed the more dangerous I became to him.  He’d never let me go now, I knew too much.  Stupid!  Stupid!  Stupid!  And still he stared at me with those beautiful unblinking eyes.
“I thought vampires were immortal, what’s all this hundred years shit?  I could live that long just by being careful.”“We live very long lives indeed, several hundred years or more.  But you’re not a vampire.”“Oh I get it.  I’m just here for you to bite and fuck.  I’m just food – a bloodslave.”“Calmate querida.  Vulgarity is so unattractive coming from such a beautiful woman.  Listen to me carefully.  You are not a slave.  You’re my guest, permanently.  That’s how you’ll be treated, that’s how it is.”
“A guest who can never leave the bedroom.  That’s the same thing as a slave.”“No more strife.  Let’s get you some clothing, a few amenities.  Lia has provided clothes temporarily.  Get ready and I’ll return for you shortly.”
“We’re leaving?  I actually get to leave the bedroom?  Where are we going?”“Yes, with me of course.  I’m not letting you out of my sight.  I’m taking you shopping as a gesture of goodwill. Isn’t that what all women want to do in Manhattan?”  Goodreads - All Book Links ::
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Author Bio ::

Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it. His recent works include "The Nightlife New York", "The Nightlife Las Vegas" and "BLOOD SLAVE" the first novels in the Nightlife Series.
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3. Enter a amount you wish to donate. Everibbon will add a small fee to your donation for processing. My fee for donating $5.00 was .49 cents. So keep this in mind when deciding your donation amount. You will receive 1 entry into the giveaway for every $1 you donate.  
4. In the box that says "on the behalf of" please put your name. This is the name that will be listed on the everibbon website so put a name you do not mind being visible to everyone. Do not check the box to make a anonymous donation because I will not be able to track your donation to enter you into the giveaways.
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8. Please email Danielle at RomanceBookJunkiesDanielle@Yahoo.com with the name you used to donate your money. For example the name I used to donate on behalf of was Romance Book Junkies. Do not send me your name off your credit or debit card because I will not be able to see this. Along with the name you used please tell me how much you donated and if you live in the US or are International.
9. Your all done. Thank you for donating! 

Warning: Do not try to email Danielle the name and donation amount of another person that is not yourself. If Danielle receives more than one email with the same persons name and donation amount she will have to ask for your copy of the receipt from everibbon to verify that you are the correct winner. Thank you.

We will have 4 winners for the main giveaway.
We have 2 $65 gift certificates to any online book store.
Also we have 2 huge boxes of books and swag from Romance Book Junkies and Bitten by Paranormal Romance for US residents only.

Good luck to all and thank you for helping make this fundraiser a success.  


Here are a couple of my extended family members that each hold a VERY special place in my heart :)


Cyan all decked out for Valentine's Day
Spotacus after his surgery (poor thing)
 Cyan and our classical whistler Peanut

Spotlight Mohawk Moon by N Kuhn

Mohawk Moon
N Kuhn
Romantic Suspense

Blurb
Janelle hasn't been home in ten years. All of a sudden, she has to deal with her mothers death, her broken relationship with her sister, and some sexy stranger following her. She doesn't know whether to be scared, or excited.

Damien needs to restore his families honor. He needs to use Janelle to do it, there's one problem. There's someone standing in the way. He's vowed that no one will stand in the way or getting what's his.

Together they must save what's left of both their families, and along the way, deal with what's going on between them. Join them on the beginning of their journey, under the Mohawk Moon.



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~MEET THE AUTHOR~



Bio:
The N in N. Kuhn is actually Nicole. She was born and raised in western New York. She grew up with a love of books, and a passion for writing. She was always found with her nose in a book. She finally decided to take the steps to embark into self publishing at the urging of her Grandmother. Mrs. Kuhn has dedicated her second book to Janet Starr, as she passed just days after being published.

Nicole survives on coffee alone. Mostly Tim Hortons. (It’s a NY thing.) A fan of drinking it from the time she gets up, until she finally rests. When not writing, she crochets and spends time with her beautiful daughter and her husband. Her friends call her Octo-Mom because she multi-tasks so well. Between her full time job, family, crochet and writing, it’s a wonder she ever sleeps.

Mrs. Kuhn feels that reading in our youth is a very important trait to instill. She reads with her young daughter as much as she can. “It’s the most important thing a parent can ever do with a child. Read, teach them to read. Don’t buy them toys, buy them books,” She says.

Mohawk Moon on Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Mohawk-Moon-Series-ebook/dp/B008HHCZTC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1361998443&sr=8-2&keywords=mohawk+moon

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Review The Bad Boy Dom by Holly S. Roberts

"The Bad Boy Dom" Author: Holly S. RobertsGenre: Erotic Romance/BDSMPages: 140Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: February 13, 2013Author's Website: http://clubeldiablo.blogspot.com
Buy Links: Amazon B&N
Goodreads Blurb: Blazing male eyes follow her every move, longing for the chance to dominate, while desiring the beautifully hot erotic shell god graced her with. They never look below the surface and into Angela’s scorched heart.
Rock-n-Roll superstar Krispin Righteous walked into Club El Diablo, looked around, and saw what every man fantasized about. His need to dominate, splintered by drugs and alcohol, re-emerged after rehab, and helped him gain undeniable strength. That strength focused on the broken little bird, begging for release from the cage of her memories. Guarded by a fierce she-cat Domme, Lydia is ready to scratch out the eyes of any man unwilling to take “No” for an answer.

Can two wounded warriors find love in each other arms? And, can the ultimate Bad Boy Dom win the girl?

My Review: HOT, emotional, sexy and an all-around terrific and engrossing read that touches the reader very deep down inside. Well that’s what it did for me. It actually touched me so very deeply that I cried and cried some more, both tears of sadness and happiness. A very sensual and endearing reading experience that any fans of the genre will fully enjoy!

Kris lives the rock star life, well some of it any way. He’s a very talented extremely hot musician with many truly impressive skills. He carries himself as he should and shows only what he wants to. He has deep hidden cracks within his heart, soul and person that are in need of repair. After winning a battle with a disease known as abuse and addiction of drugs and alcohol, he’s ready to face the world with clearer sight. But is he ready to help another after he just got through helping himself?
Angela is a troubled soul. Her past haunts her in ways that cause her emotional and physical break downs. She’s hurting, badly. She experienced a very traumatic past and feels as if she’s broken, so broken she’s beyond repair. She’s truly a beautiful woman with a soul that is just as amazing. She craves what many woman want, someone to love, honor and cherish her and she can do the very same for. But she has yet to find one to fit the bill. When Kris walks into Club El Diablo her heart seems to instantly claim him. But should she listen?
I absolutely adored this story (if you've not been able to tell). The characters, setting, everything is just fantastic. So vivid and gripping that you'll not want to put it down for a second. I warn you. Have tissues handy because you’re going to need them. Holly Roberts ROCKS!

Overall Rating

  

Sex Rating of  Dragon Flames

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Review Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (Brie #1-9)

"Brie Learns the Art of Submission" Author: Red PhoenixGenre: Erotic/BDSMPages: 479Source: I own a signed paperbackPublished: November 20, 2012



Author's Website: http://redphoenixauthor.blogspot.com
Buy Links: Amazon US

Goodreads Blurb: First published as the popular nine-part eBook serial, Brie Learns the Art of Submission is now available as a full-length novel.
Join Brianna Bennett as she is introduced to the erotic world of submission...

Brie's life changes the day Sir comes to her tiny tobacco shop. His invitation to the Submissive Training Center is about to rock this young woman's world. The renowned school is famous for its elite submissive instruction. She has no idea what will be asked of her or the boundaries that will be pushed. One thing is certain: Brie is about to learn more about herself in six weeks than she has over the previous twenty-two years.

From formal classes, hands-on practicums and weekly auctions, Brie will confront her deepest fears and desires. In the process, she will also forge lifelong friendships with fellow submissives and fall for several of the Center's skilled Doms.

As graduation day approaches things begin to unravel, forcing Brie to make an unexpected choice of Master. Which Dom will ultimately earn her devotion and capture Brie's courageous heart?

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My Review: Red Phoenix has compiled each of Brie’s (I’ll call them chapters) of training into one grand slam of a book! It is one magnificent and sexy adventure of a submissive going through all of the motions to become a perfect sub. This is one book that any BDSM erotic reader will fully enjoy and definitely end up be addicted to.
Brie is an exceptional woman whose life changes drastically after a male customer leaves a card on the counter of her work place. Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. That being said Brie decides to take the chance and train to become a submissive. After she spoke to a representative of the training center and completed the required process for admission to the classes, let's say, WOW! From there Brie blossoms, grows in many ways and meets many new people, both Dom and sub that all add on to the experience, for both Brie and the reader. She learns more about herself than she ever thought possible. Practices things that will make ones toes curl and she becomes one lovely submissive that any dominant will adore :)

This book is a must have in my eyes. One that fans of the genre will read over and over again. If you want a great, meaningful, very well written, imaginative and lovingly created story, with a side of EXTREMELY hot sex (and kink), right here is your book! I look forward to much more of Red Phoenix’s work and hope to see a new release VERY soon!



Overall Rating



Sex Rating of 5 Dragon Flames

Interview & Giveaway with Red Phoenix

A.R. Von: Hello Red and welcome to DreamZ of Dragons! Are you ready for some out of this world questions?
Red: Bring in on. Dragon Lady!


A.R. Von: If we Googled your name what would we see?Red: Shockingly, this is what you would find Red Phoenix (Author of Brie's First Day of Submissive Training)

A.R. Von: If I wasn't afraid I would _________ (What?)
Red: I would jump from an airplane, go hand gliding, climb a sheer cliff.


A.R. Von: You have multiple personalities, describe some of them.
Red: What? You are assuming I have multiple personalities! *If* I did, I would describe one as idealistic and sweet, one as spiritual and loyal, one as wicked and sexy, another as protective and strong, and yet another as mature and wise beyond her years.


A.R. Von: If you were to name one piece of clothing that describes you, what would you say?
Red: Corset, tight and alluring.


A.R. Von: Have you ever gone cow-tipping?
Red: No, I may have lived in the country during my teenage years, but cow tipping was not a sport I cared to try.


A.R. Von: If you had your own talk show, who would your first three guests be?Red: Sean Connery, Johnny Depp, Alex Minsky

A.R. Von: Name one thing that drives you crazy.
Red: Cruel people


A.R. Von: What's your favorite material object that you already own?
Red: My laptop


A.R. Von: If you had to be a flower, which one would you be and why?
Red: Dandelion, because you aren’t keeping me down. I grow wherever I’m placed.


A.R. Von: Do you believe in love at first sight?
Red: 100% because I’ve experienced it. Met my hubby and totally fell in love. How lucky for me that he felt the same way. 21 years of happiness. We often tell each other we never thought it could be this easy. Sure we have our moments, but the love has only grown stronger. Doesn’t hurt that we have killer chemistry - growl.


A.R. Von: What are your favorite hobbies?
Red: Sex and volleyball


A.R. Von: What music are you listening to?
Red: Dubstep for the grind-inducing beat


A.R. Von: If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?
Red: It is true, what you truly desire can be yours if you never give up and believe in yourself.


A.R. Von: Lastly, are you currently working on anything new? Can we expect a new release soon?
Red: I am working on Brie #2 (After Graduation) and hope to have it out at the end of February or early March.


A.R. Von: Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to answer my questions. This was a lot of fun! I look forward to your next releases and hope you’ll visit again J
Red: Thank you for the invite, Ms. Ava. Wishing you a Brielicious day!




You can find Red and her works here:
Amazon Author Page:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B006UHCM1C
Red Phoenix Website:
http://www.redphoenix69.com/
Red Phoenix Blog:
http://redphoenixauthor.blogspot.com/?zx=bb1eba96d87435ec
FB Page:
https://www.facebook.com/red.phoenix.904
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/redphoenix69Brie Learns the Art of Submission:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/0615731317
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/257238
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brie-learns-the-art-of-submission-red-phoenix/1113841469?ean=2940015766400
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/brie-learns-art-submission/id582516535?mt=11Brie Pleases her New Master:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B6JFKNG
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/279234
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brie-pleases-her-new-master-red-phoenix/1114235013?ean=2940015971705

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A Devil's Touch (The Devil DeVere #4.5) by Victoria Vane

"A Devil's Touch" Author: Victoria VaneGenre: Historical RomancePages: 68Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: February 14, 2013Author's Website: http://authorvictoriavane.com
Buy Links: Amazon
Goodreads Blurb: In her last month of pregnancy, Diana, Viscountess DeVere, has barely settled into her new life and role as "the devil" DeVere's wife, when her increasingly restlesss husband receives an urgent summons to London. When Diana inadvertently discovers a message he received from a known courtesan with whom he was formerly linked, she fears her marriage is over before it has begun.

My Review: Another great addition to The Devil DeVere series. Even though short, it is very satisfying and this one gave us an incredible and wonderful insight on where Diana and DeVere now stand. An enjoyable addition to add for any fans of the genre reading collection. I do however recommend reading ALL before this one of the series so you will have the true appreciation for how far the characters have come.
DeVere is HOT! I’ve loved him from the very start, faults and all. This man is just… insane, funny, fun and he has an incredible mind! His character has grown, matured and it is a wonderful thing to have experienced his transitioning into an even more incredibly desirable male.
Diana has mellowed out, a lot. She’s currently pregnant with her and DeVere’s first child and is going through the phases of pregnancy, feeling unattractive and unloved. Little does she know the real reasoning behind the lack of usual attention is formed by nothing by true love and devotion…
I love these two together and it makes me happy to see them still incredibly blissful and to have such a blessing that they received in this installment. Are we going to get any more Victoria? I know I want another one, or two :)

Overall Rating



Sex Rating of 4 Dragon Flames

Cover Reveal Caged Heat by Milly Taiden

Caged Heat release date: 2/21

























Book 2 in the Black Meadow Pack Series


Blurb
After five years travelling through third world countries to teach impoverished children, Samira Suarez has returned home to Black Meadows. What Sam didn’t expect was to be instantly overwhelmed by the desire to be with the one man she’s wanted since she was a teen, Riel Karven.Riel has been patiently waiting for Sam’s return. For five long years he’s backed off and watched her come and go. This is it. His mate is back, and he’s taking a stand.Sam’s need for Ry grows to unimaginable proportions. It’s almost as if she were in heat. But she’s a human…isn’t she?There’s more at stake than Sam and Ry’s future relationship when she inherits her grandmother’s estate. One of her many relatives wants her out of the way.It’s going to take all of Ry’s determination and help from his friends to keep her alive.  And it’s going to take delving into her past to find out why a human is going into mating heat.








Meet Milly



Author Bio:Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Cynthia Sax, and Dianne Duvall among others.


Other Books by April Angel:Stranded TemptationMr. Buff (Sizzling Encounters Book 1) As Milly Taiden Caged Heat 3/2013Wynter’s CaptiveSharp ChangeHalloween Heat III – Mate EventFate’s Wish 




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~ Book Spotlight/Author Feature/Giveaway with Victoria Vane ~

TREACHEROUS TEMPTATIONS by Victoria Vane





BLURB:A reluctant heiress resigned to her fate… Mary Elizabeth Edwardes has one of the largest fortune's in England, but has no desire to leave her quiet country existence… and even less to acquire a husband she cannot choose for herself. 

A dissolute nobleman bent on retribution… Trapped in a duplicitous existence since scandal destroyed his fortune and family name, Lord Hadley Blanchard has spent the better part of a decade posing as a disaffected exile while spying and seducing in the service of the English Crown.

A dangerous game of seduction, and intrigue… When summoned from abroad by a former lover, Lord Hadley perceives an opportunity for vengeance at last. By employing the full measure of his seductive charm, he woos the ward of the man who destroyed his life, little knowing that winning Mary's fortune will mean risking his own treacherous heart.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
TREACHEROUS TEMPTATIONS was very much inspired by the dark and romantic novels of the 18th century in which virtue vs. vice and plots to despoil virgins were very popular themes, books like Clarissa Harlowe by Samuel Richardson or Les Liaisons Dangereuses by LaClos. Similar to these classic tales, my story features an innocent country girl who, unlike the former heroines, is neither insipid nor naive, but still inadvertently becomes a pawn in a deadly game of revenge and intrigue.

EXCERPT "Darling, I never thought you obtuse. You must wed the chit before someone else claims her fortune.""Wed her?" the words jarred him out of his ruminations. "Is your mind disordered of a sudden, Barbara? I have no plans to wed anyone. Ever."She gave him a petulant look. "But how else do you suppose we are to get our hands on her money?""Is that the scheme you had in mind when you wrote me? To bilk an unwary young heiress of her fortune?""Brilliant, isn't it?" She laughed. "I told you I had discovered a means of getting it all back—and so much more. She is exceedingly rich and once we have the money, it should be no trouble at all to secure the influence needed to restore your title." "How much?" he asked, veiling his interest. "What is the girl actually worth?"She crawled onto his lap and laved her tongue up his neck. "That information will come at a price." She was begging to be taken again and Hadley felt nothing…or rather nothing but an immense sense of relief that he was over her. He jerked his head away. "I'm not in the mood for any more games." "Pity," she pouted. "Have you another lover now, Hadley? Or perhaps you have developed a penchant for Venice's unnatural pleasures? Most well-travelled men do, you know. And I confess your valet was an exceptionally pretty creature.""How much?" he repeated icily, ignoring her insinuation.She sighed. "I can't begin to tell you how much work that took to discover. Sir Richard is tediously protective of her assets.""Sir Richard? What has he to do with this?" Hadley demanded."Yes, darling," she rolled her eyes. "That same obnoxious boor. Did I not tell you the girl is his ward?""That girl is Sir Richard's ward?" When the girl in the music room had introduced herself as Mary Elizabeth Edwardes he had not made the connection, but then again, wily Sir Richard had taken care not to reveal anything about the Edwardes heir. "One and the same my love, and worth every bit of fifty thousand a year! That plump little pigeon is one of the richest women in England, and thanks to me, she is yours for the plucking." The blood roared in his ears. It was just too bloody good to be true. The very one who held his lands was residing under Barbara's roof. The girl was not only the means to a large fortune but also of revenge. "That certainly does throw a different light on matters." He took heed not to betray his growing excitement. "But you and I both know Sir Richard would see me hanged before granting consent for me to wed his ward."She smiled. "Who said anything about seeking his consent?""You intend for me to despoil her to force a marriage? My dear Barbara, such rude and crass methods don't suit me at all. The entire thing lacks finesse."She scowled. "Then how else do you propose we get control of her fortune?""I would propose gaining the girl's good faith and cooperation." "And then what? Do you think she will just hand it over to you?""Something very close to that.""You are overly confident.""Not at all," he laughed. "I have never failed to achieve my object where a woman was concerned, nor has any ever complained of my methods." 








ABOUT VICTORIA VANE A lover of history and deeply romantic stories, Victoria combines these elements to craft romantic historical novels and novellas for a mature reading audience. Her writing influences are Georgette Heyer for fabulous witty dialogue and over the top characters, Robin Schone, Sylvia Day, and Charlotte Featherstone for beautifully crafted prose in stories with deep sensuality, and Lila DiPasqua for creative vision in melding history with eroticism.
AWARDS & ACCOLADES 2012:
THE DEVIL DEVERE SERIES Library Journal Best E-Book Romance 2012
LR Cafe Best Series Nominee 2012
A Wild Night's Bride 
• Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
• Amazon Top 100 Best seller
The Virgin Huntress 
• Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
The Devil You Know 
• Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
• The Romance Reviews Top Pick
• LR Café Best Historical Romance nominee 2012Two Lips Reviewer's Choice Winner
The Devil's Match 
• Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
• The Romance Reviews Top Pick
• LASR Reviews Book of the Month December 2012
• Swept Away by Romance Best Historical Romance of 2012
• LR Café Best Author Nominee 2012
• Swept Away by Romance Favorite Author 2012
A Breach of Promise  • Night Owl Reviews “Top Pick”
• Reading Romances 5 flames and “Pen Award”
• TBR Pile 5stars/Book of the month winner September 2012
• LASR Erotic Reviews 5 STAR/Book of the Month Nominee
• The Romance Studio 5 Sweetheart Nominee
• TRS CAPA Nominee 2012
CONTACT:
victoria.vane@hotmail.com
Web: http://authorvictoriavane.com
Blog: http://victoriavane.wordpress.com
Twitter: @authorvictoriav





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All links lead direct to my review of each title: 
A Wild Night's Bride 
A Breach of Promise
The Virgin Huntress
The Devil You Know
The Devil's Match
Devil in the Making