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February 21, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER RAVENNA TATE WITH SURRENDERING TO CHANCE
Please welcome my guest blogger, the very talented Ravenna Tate with SURRENDERING TO CHANCE
BLURB
Valerie Garfield has loved her boss, Grayson Jensen, CEO of Jensen Software and Web Development, for two years. They had a fling that lasted six months and ended when Valerie told Grayson she loved him, but he didn’t want the same things from their relationship that she did. Now, he wants another chance to prove he’s a changed man and only wants Valerie.
As they work side by side toward uncovering the names of more hackers, can Valerie fight her feelings, or will she end up with a broken heart once again?
Grayson is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.
They call themselves the Weathermen…
***Click HERE to purchase directly from Evernight Publishing***
EXCERPT
The look in his eyes nearly took her breath away. A combination of lust and uncertainty filled them, and all she wanted to do was fall into his warm, strong arms and let the memories of their six months together become part of her reality once more. He was so familiar, but everything had now changed between them.
“I’m not assuming anything tonight. I only wanted to tell you that I had an amazing time, and you look … you look so damn beautiful, Valerie. Thank you for this. All of this. I won’t make you regret giving me another chance.”
“Thank you for trusting me with the company secrets.” She was too overwhelmed to say anything else.
“I don’t want to talk about work.”
“What would you like to talk about?”
She could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. His expression turned almost desperate, and she hated that. She didn’t want to torture the poor guy, especially since it was obvious they both wanted the same thing.
“Never mind,” she said, stepping closer. “Talking is overrated.” Valerie kissed him, tentatively at first, but she needn’t have worried whether she’d read him wrong. He captured her mouth in a kiss so damn hot she was surprised the carpet under their feet didn’t catch fire.
He moved his hands from her shoulders to her face, cupping it so tightly it almost hurt. She moaned into his open mouth, letting it all happen. The sensations racing through her were both familiar and fresh, probably because she hadn’t had sex in forever. It didn’t matter why. All she knew was that it felt so damn right, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Grayson released her mouth and moved to her neck, planting soft kisses up and down it. “Valerie … oh my God, it feels so fucking good to kiss you again.”
“I can hardly breathe right now.”
He gazed into her eyes. “In a good way, right? I mean, you’re okay with this.”
“Yes, Grayson. Absolutely.” Before she lost her nerve, Valerie dropped her bag on the floor and reached around to unzip her dress. He stepped back, a drop-dead sexy grin on his face as she let the garment fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and then removed her sandals and stood in front of him clad only in a lacy half bra and panties that matched the dress.
“Keep going.”
His voice was gruff and commanding, and it sent shivers up and down her spine. She unhooked the bra and let it fall, then slid off the panties. She’d been naked in front of him before so that was nothing new, but she swore she couldn’t remember him gazing at her like this. As if she was a precious gem he’d just dug out of the rock himself, and no one had ever seen anything like it.
She had to blink back tears while his gaze traveled slowly over her body. He didn’t touch her, which was even more arousing. When he finally did reach for her, gently, as if she might break if he wasn’t careful, she moaned loudly and threw herself into his arms.
Valerie had always enjoyed making love to Grayson. He was skilled and he knew it. She’d always found that confidence very sexy. This felt different on his part. Or maybe she’d just been away from it too long?
He kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth while his hands ran down her back, then over her ass, and finally came up to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers the way she loved, then grasped her ass again and smacked each cheek, hard.
She pulled away from the kiss, her clit throbbing now. “Oh God. You know how much I always loved it when you spanked me.”
“Too bad I didn’t bring my favorite flogger along on the trip.”
She giggled, her arousal rising to crazy heights. “We’ll have to improvise.”
“Maybe later.” He pulled her close again. “Right now if I don’t get inside you, I’m going to fucking explode.”
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Ravenna. :)
BLURB
Valerie Garfield has loved her boss, Grayson Jensen, CEO of Jensen Software and Web Development, for two years. They had a fling that lasted six months and ended when Valerie told Grayson she loved him, but he didn’t want the same things from their relationship that she did. Now, he wants another chance to prove he’s a changed man and only wants Valerie.
As they work side by side toward uncovering the names of more hackers, can Valerie fight her feelings, or will she end up with a broken heart once again?
Grayson is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.
They call themselves the Weathermen…
***Click HERE to purchase directly from Evernight Publishing***
EXCERPT
The look in his eyes nearly took her breath away. A combination of lust and uncertainty filled them, and all she wanted to do was fall into his warm, strong arms and let the memories of their six months together become part of her reality once more. He was so familiar, but everything had now changed between them.
“I’m not assuming anything tonight. I only wanted to tell you that I had an amazing time, and you look … you look so damn beautiful, Valerie. Thank you for this. All of this. I won’t make you regret giving me another chance.”
“Thank you for trusting me with the company secrets.” She was too overwhelmed to say anything else.
“I don’t want to talk about work.”
“What would you like to talk about?”
She could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. His expression turned almost desperate, and she hated that. She didn’t want to torture the poor guy, especially since it was obvious they both wanted the same thing.
“Never mind,” she said, stepping closer. “Talking is overrated.” Valerie kissed him, tentatively at first, but she needn’t have worried whether she’d read him wrong. He captured her mouth in a kiss so damn hot she was surprised the carpet under their feet didn’t catch fire.
He moved his hands from her shoulders to her face, cupping it so tightly it almost hurt. She moaned into his open mouth, letting it all happen. The sensations racing through her were both familiar and fresh, probably because she hadn’t had sex in forever. It didn’t matter why. All she knew was that it felt so damn right, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Grayson released her mouth and moved to her neck, planting soft kisses up and down it. “Valerie … oh my God, it feels so fucking good to kiss you again.”
“I can hardly breathe right now.”
He gazed into her eyes. “In a good way, right? I mean, you’re okay with this.”
“Yes, Grayson. Absolutely.” Before she lost her nerve, Valerie dropped her bag on the floor and reached around to unzip her dress. He stepped back, a drop-dead sexy grin on his face as she let the garment fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and then removed her sandals and stood in front of him clad only in a lacy half bra and panties that matched the dress.
“Keep going.”
His voice was gruff and commanding, and it sent shivers up and down her spine. She unhooked the bra and let it fall, then slid off the panties. She’d been naked in front of him before so that was nothing new, but she swore she couldn’t remember him gazing at her like this. As if she was a precious gem he’d just dug out of the rock himself, and no one had ever seen anything like it.
She had to blink back tears while his gaze traveled slowly over her body. He didn’t touch her, which was even more arousing. When he finally did reach for her, gently, as if she might break if he wasn’t careful, she moaned loudly and threw herself into his arms.
Valerie had always enjoyed making love to Grayson. He was skilled and he knew it. She’d always found that confidence very sexy. This felt different on his part. Or maybe she’d just been away from it too long?
He kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth while his hands ran down her back, then over her ass, and finally came up to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers the way she loved, then grasped her ass again and smacked each cheek, hard.
She pulled away from the kiss, her clit throbbing now. “Oh God. You know how much I always loved it when you spanked me.”
“Too bad I didn’t bring my favorite flogger along on the trip.”
She giggled, her arousal rising to crazy heights. “We’ll have to improvise.”
“Maybe later.” He pulled her close again. “Right now if I don’t get inside you, I’m going to fucking explode.”
***Other Buy Links***
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/surrendering-to-chance-by-ravenna-tate/
http://myBook.to/SurrenderingToChance
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-surrenderingtochance-1985781-147.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/surrendering-to-chance-mf
Thanks so much for stopping by, Ravenna. :)
February 20, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER LIBBY BISHOP WITH GHOSTS OF EMERALD BAY
Please welcome my guest blogger Libby Bishop with GHOSTS OF EMERALD BAY
Blurb:Kate Briar is enjoying her vacation when her boss calls her to the office about a job. As head researcher for Revenant Investigations—a paranormal investigation team—she’s unsure why he sounds so wary about her taking the case. After all, there’s very few people in Noble, Maine she’d refuse to work with. She’s even more uncertain about his hesitation when he announces that the case is one she’s dreamed of since she was a teenager. That is, until he tells her who she’ll be working with. Murphy O’Keefe is a well-known legend hunter. He chases the legends of the dead for profit. Kate used to be good friends with him, and they were growing much closer before he betrayed her. She was helping him with a case when she woke up one morning to find all of her research and all of the artifacts she’d found gone—she hasn’t seen him since. To keep things civil, she offers him a truce, not wanting to spoil the importance of the new case. But she doesn’t realize the turmoil of anger and attraction that truce will ignite. Nor that her fate is directly in the hands of the man that broke her heart.
Excerpt:Sitting at his desk, Folger leaned his forearms against it and folded his hands together. “I’ll start by telling you the investigation is at the Norling Lighthouse.”Excitement sparked within her at the name, and she couldn’t help but smile wide. “Folger! I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to investigate Norling since I was a teenager.”Folger chuckled. “I know, which is why you’d be the perfect person for the job.”“Exactly what does the client want?” The lighthouse was known to be haunted by three different ghosts, but it was rumored to be connected to the pirates who came through Noble during the summer months. “The interest is in the ghost who walks the lighthouse, but the other ghosts should be noted as well. The most important thing for him, our client, is to find the lighthouse keeper’s journal, because he believes it’s somehow connected the pirate legend.”The joy that was coursing through her drained away, and dread took its place. She understood now why both he and Arabella had kept the client’s name from her—it wasn’t a Noble resident. Their client was a legend-hunter: a person who hunted myths of the dead for profit.“Kate, look at me.”She met Folger’s gaze, which was filled with understanding.“It’s Murphy O’Keefe.”Her throat went dry and refused to work. Murphy was the one person on the face of the planet she never wanted to see again. Their last encounter was so engrained into memory, all she had to do was think about it and she was right back there in the moment, feeling the anger at his betrayal all over again.“He has presented enough facts to the town council they’ve agreed to allow him to dig deeper into the lighthouse keeper, who, as you know, is the one haunting the lighthouse itself.” Folger leaned back in his chair. “They had a stipulation—Revenant Investigations is to send someone with him to document the investigation and help him search. They asked specifically for you since you know the history of the lighthouse and the pirates better than all of Noble, save Doyle,” he was the head of the Historical Society, “—but if you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.”Kate took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She swallowed hard, the motion near painful. “Does he,” she cleared her throat, “have to be at the lighthouse? Can I investigate by myself or with another team member?”Folger shook his head. “No. He has to be there—it was his stipulation. However, if you feel it necessary to bring in another member of the team, that’s what will be done.”Kate crossed her legs, wondering what to do. This case was a dream case for her. She practically begged the Historical Society every year to let her go in for even just one night. But to deal with Murphy? She’d trusted him as a friend and teammate before she started with Revenant and he’d betrayed her. Gutted her, to be more exact. But still, the Norling Lighthouse… What if she never got another chance to investigate?“He can’t run with the goods, so to speak? He has an ironclad agreement with the council?”Folger handed her a piece of paper. “I have the entire document on file, but that’s really all you need to see.”She began to read it, very carefully.“In summary, it states that Murphy cannot use any of the findings for profit. That includes documents, journals, jewelry, or any other historical artifact relating to the pirates of Emerald Bay and those who dwelled in the lighthouse, or once dwelled where the lighthouse and the keeper’s house now stand.”That’s exactly what the paper she was holding stated. She’d read it four more times before handing it back to Folger. “No profit.”“Not a penny. All he’ll receive is credit for helping find anything we don’t already know for a fact. He can’t even sell the story, Kate—Noble will control how everything will be announced and released.”So Murphy would only get credit… Kate took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’ll do it, Folger. I’ll take the case.”
Author Bio:Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic romance author. She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She have one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is.She also writes dark fantasy/horror under the name October Weeks.
Author Links:http://libbybishopromance.wordpress.comhttp://www.facebook.com/libbybishopromancehttp://twitter.com/libbybromancehttp://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00G8NZGIO
Video:https://youtu.be/-FH6waQdEKA
Thanks so much for stopping by, Libby. :)
Blurb:Kate Briar is enjoying her vacation when her boss calls her to the office about a job. As head researcher for Revenant Investigations—a paranormal investigation team—she’s unsure why he sounds so wary about her taking the case. After all, there’s very few people in Noble, Maine she’d refuse to work with. She’s even more uncertain about his hesitation when he announces that the case is one she’s dreamed of since she was a teenager. That is, until he tells her who she’ll be working with. Murphy O’Keefe is a well-known legend hunter. He chases the legends of the dead for profit. Kate used to be good friends with him, and they were growing much closer before he betrayed her. She was helping him with a case when she woke up one morning to find all of her research and all of the artifacts she’d found gone—she hasn’t seen him since. To keep things civil, she offers him a truce, not wanting to spoil the importance of the new case. But she doesn’t realize the turmoil of anger and attraction that truce will ignite. Nor that her fate is directly in the hands of the man that broke her heart. Excerpt:Sitting at his desk, Folger leaned his forearms against it and folded his hands together. “I’ll start by telling you the investigation is at the Norling Lighthouse.”Excitement sparked within her at the name, and she couldn’t help but smile wide. “Folger! I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to investigate Norling since I was a teenager.”Folger chuckled. “I know, which is why you’d be the perfect person for the job.”“Exactly what does the client want?” The lighthouse was known to be haunted by three different ghosts, but it was rumored to be connected to the pirates who came through Noble during the summer months. “The interest is in the ghost who walks the lighthouse, but the other ghosts should be noted as well. The most important thing for him, our client, is to find the lighthouse keeper’s journal, because he believes it’s somehow connected the pirate legend.”The joy that was coursing through her drained away, and dread took its place. She understood now why both he and Arabella had kept the client’s name from her—it wasn’t a Noble resident. Their client was a legend-hunter: a person who hunted myths of the dead for profit.“Kate, look at me.”She met Folger’s gaze, which was filled with understanding.“It’s Murphy O’Keefe.”Her throat went dry and refused to work. Murphy was the one person on the face of the planet she never wanted to see again. Their last encounter was so engrained into memory, all she had to do was think about it and she was right back there in the moment, feeling the anger at his betrayal all over again.“He has presented enough facts to the town council they’ve agreed to allow him to dig deeper into the lighthouse keeper, who, as you know, is the one haunting the lighthouse itself.” Folger leaned back in his chair. “They had a stipulation—Revenant Investigations is to send someone with him to document the investigation and help him search. They asked specifically for you since you know the history of the lighthouse and the pirates better than all of Noble, save Doyle,” he was the head of the Historical Society, “—but if you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand.”Kate took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She swallowed hard, the motion near painful. “Does he,” she cleared her throat, “have to be at the lighthouse? Can I investigate by myself or with another team member?”Folger shook his head. “No. He has to be there—it was his stipulation. However, if you feel it necessary to bring in another member of the team, that’s what will be done.”Kate crossed her legs, wondering what to do. This case was a dream case for her. She practically begged the Historical Society every year to let her go in for even just one night. But to deal with Murphy? She’d trusted him as a friend and teammate before she started with Revenant and he’d betrayed her. Gutted her, to be more exact. But still, the Norling Lighthouse… What if she never got another chance to investigate?“He can’t run with the goods, so to speak? He has an ironclad agreement with the council?”Folger handed her a piece of paper. “I have the entire document on file, but that’s really all you need to see.”She began to read it, very carefully.“In summary, it states that Murphy cannot use any of the findings for profit. That includes documents, journals, jewelry, or any other historical artifact relating to the pirates of Emerald Bay and those who dwelled in the lighthouse, or once dwelled where the lighthouse and the keeper’s house now stand.”That’s exactly what the paper she was holding stated. She’d read it four more times before handing it back to Folger. “No profit.”“Not a penny. All he’ll receive is credit for helping find anything we don’t already know for a fact. He can’t even sell the story, Kate—Noble will control how everything will be announced and released.”So Murphy would only get credit… Kate took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’ll do it, Folger. I’ll take the case.”
Author Bio:Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic romance author. She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She have one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is.She also writes dark fantasy/horror under the name October Weeks.
Author Links:http://libbybishopromance.wordpress.comhttp://www.facebook.com/libbybishopromancehttp://twitter.com/libbybromancehttp://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00G8NZGIO
Video:https://youtu.be/-FH6waQdEKA
Thanks so much for stopping by, Libby. :)
February 19, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER ELODIE PARKES WITH DEEP DREAM
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Elodie Parkes with DEEP DREAM.Thank you for inviting me to your blog today to celebrate my new release with Hot Ink Press, erotic paranormal romance, 'Deep Dream.'
This story concept was originally formed for a proposed series. Now it has been completed revised, lengthened, and re-edited for Hot Ink Press.
Essentially a vampire erotic romance, it also has threads of magic, and taking place in New Orleans, it's set in a music club/rock club, the mysterious StarZ.
Ethan Ross, the vampire hero, has been in New Orleans since his girlfriend and sire, dumped him in 1922. He's used to the weird undercurrents of the city and now works in StarZ that caters to the supernatural folks. His band, Deep Dream, play there. He's tasked with taking care of the 'ordinary humans' that arrive in the club and he does this happily ...
With a broken heart to heal Ethan swore off love long ago ... that is until starry eyed Anna Prideaux wanders into his life. Then sparks start to fly ...
Read an excerpt
She watched him disappear into the gloom. Anna stood and scooped her phone from the counter. She glanced around to check who might be watching her. When it looked like no one was, she quickly followed Marcus. She quickened her pace as she lost sight of him in the swirling mist at the back of the club’s main room. Marcus disappeared.
When she reached where she’d last seen him a shiver spiked up her back. The mist was freezing cold, the air thick with potent. Anna turned away as a weird fear gripped her. She practically ran back to the bar, weaving through the groups of patrons, and muttering, “Sorry,” as she knocked into one, splashed the drink from the glass of another, until she stood in front of Ethan.
His gaze mesmerized her. She wasn’t even sure she actually heard his voice, but somehow he soothed her.
“Anna, it’s time you went home now. You want to go home. You have work to do transcribing the interview with the band. Everything’s fine.”
She smiled at him. “I’m off now. Thank you for answering my questions. Thank Marcus for me. He left.” She gestured toward where she’d run from. A flutter of fear rose in her stomach and then Ethan was leaning forward, his blue eyes capturing her so that she dreamily froze to soak up his low voiced words.
“Goodnight, Anna.”She left the club happily, a faraway feeling carrying her along ...©Elodie Parkes Hot Ink Press 2016
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About ElodieI’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean...I work with antiques by day and words by night.Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.Find me:Blog Facebook FB2 Twitter TsuTumblr ManicReadersGoogle + G+ Pinterest YouTube Amazon USA Amazon UK
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February 18, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER ALEXA SINCLAIRE WITH DARK BEAST
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Alexa Sinclaire with DARK BEAST
EssentialsTitle: Dark Beast Author: Alexa Sinclaire Publisher: Evernight Publishing Release Date: February 9th, 2015 Genre & Length: M/F Erotic Romance Novella
BlurbScarred and bitter, all former soldier Kieran Thomson wants is a wife, a beautiful bride he can control and manipulate. And use for really hot sex. He isn’t supposed to fall for her. He isn’t supposed to actually care about her. He just wants to lock her up in a gilded cage and use her for his own pleasure. But when she finds a way past his barriers with her sensual touch, Kieran realizes he must either set her free or let her into his heart. Despite being ignored and shunned by her family, Josephine Richmond is willing to protect them at any cost. Even if it means marrying a man she’s only just met. They say he’s a beast, scarred inside and out. She knows she should be afraid, she knows she should hate him for trapping her, but she can’t. Unable to resist her attraction to her husband, Josephine’s determined to make the marriage work. Especially when she has her own secret scars that only Kieran seems able to heal.
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ExcerptLooking down at the petrified Josephine, Kieran rationally understood why she was nervous, but he didn’t care. Not one tiny bit.The woman was an adult, after all. She wasn’t being forced—maybe ‘manipulated’ was the word—into the marriage. To hold back the feeling of pity creeping into his conscience, he remembered the look on her face when she saw his scars at their one meeting before the wedding. The repulsed reaction was just like all those women before her who trembled at his disfiguration, and reminded him that like those vapid bimbos, she was as superficial as them.It was the main reason he felt little guilt in picking her purely based on looks. She’d been stunning as a sixteen-year-old girl and now six years later, she’d grown into her body and was absolutely beautiful. Her figure was something out of a 1950s pinup: smooth curves and dips, filling out in all the right places. Unbelievably fuckable.Her skin was porcelain smooth with a few freckles across the bridge of her nose that looked a bit out a place on her alabaster skin yet gave her something unique. But it was her mouth that really killed him: luscious and pink, with a distinct curve along the upper lip that he wanted to lick. They looked permanently swollen and ever since their brief meeting to discuss the prenuptial agreement, he’d spend many a night imagining those lips wrapped around his hard cock. At least that hadn’t been damaged by the landmine.Josephine’s innocence practically radiated off of her. Her father had informed Kieran that she’d attended a strict boarding school before returning home and now attended college through an online-learning program. Considering her father’s social standing, her isolation seemed suspect, but Kieran didn’t let himself dwell on it too much.Kieran watched her lips now as she began to speak the words that committed her to the marriage. Committed her to him.“I-I-I do.” The tremor in her voice was audible.It was now time to kiss the bride, he heard the priest inform them, and he waited for the moment of revulsion to cross Josephine’s face as she turned to face him, just as it had two weeks ago. But all he saw was slight trepidation as she looked up into his eyes. Her gaze didn’t even wander across his face and onto the scars. She remained looking up at Kieran, focusing intently on his own hazel eyes. Why wasn’t she recoiling? Irritated by the feelings of confusion her stoic stare caused in him, he wrapped one arm around her waist, whilst grasping the other behind her neck, and firmly pulled her flush against him. Leaning down, he smashed his lips against her perfect mouth. He stiffened as he felt her small hands grasp his biceps. Kieran expected her to subtly try and push him off her, but inside she melted into his arms. Not only was she not pushing him away, she seemed to be willingly letting him draw her small, soft body against his own. She didn’t even stiffen in his grasp. Her hips pressed against him and as he pulled away from her mouth, he heard a faint sigh escape from her lush lips.Almost as if she’d enjoyed it. Aware of their location, he willed himself to step back. He released his wife from his grasp but moved to grasp her hand and turned to walk out of the church. Kieran glanced over at her, amazed to see that a flush had spread across her cheeks and neck. As if she’d relished his touch. No, it was impossible to think that she was anything but repulsed by him. After all, he was a monster.Nothing more than a beast.
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About Alexa SinclaireAlexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Alexa. :)
EssentialsTitle: Dark Beast Author: Alexa Sinclaire Publisher: Evernight Publishing Release Date: February 9th, 2015 Genre & Length: M/F Erotic Romance Novella BlurbScarred and bitter, all former soldier Kieran Thomson wants is a wife, a beautiful bride he can control and manipulate. And use for really hot sex. He isn’t supposed to fall for her. He isn’t supposed to actually care about her. He just wants to lock her up in a gilded cage and use her for his own pleasure. But when she finds a way past his barriers with her sensual touch, Kieran realizes he must either set her free or let her into his heart. Despite being ignored and shunned by her family, Josephine Richmond is willing to protect them at any cost. Even if it means marrying a man she’s only just met. They say he’s a beast, scarred inside and out. She knows she should be afraid, she knows she should hate him for trapping her, but she can’t. Unable to resist her attraction to her husband, Josephine’s determined to make the marriage work. Especially when she has her own secret scars that only Kieran seems able to heal.
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ExcerptLooking down at the petrified Josephine, Kieran rationally understood why she was nervous, but he didn’t care. Not one tiny bit.The woman was an adult, after all. She wasn’t being forced—maybe ‘manipulated’ was the word—into the marriage. To hold back the feeling of pity creeping into his conscience, he remembered the look on her face when she saw his scars at their one meeting before the wedding. The repulsed reaction was just like all those women before her who trembled at his disfiguration, and reminded him that like those vapid bimbos, she was as superficial as them.It was the main reason he felt little guilt in picking her purely based on looks. She’d been stunning as a sixteen-year-old girl and now six years later, she’d grown into her body and was absolutely beautiful. Her figure was something out of a 1950s pinup: smooth curves and dips, filling out in all the right places. Unbelievably fuckable.Her skin was porcelain smooth with a few freckles across the bridge of her nose that looked a bit out a place on her alabaster skin yet gave her something unique. But it was her mouth that really killed him: luscious and pink, with a distinct curve along the upper lip that he wanted to lick. They looked permanently swollen and ever since their brief meeting to discuss the prenuptial agreement, he’d spend many a night imagining those lips wrapped around his hard cock. At least that hadn’t been damaged by the landmine.Josephine’s innocence practically radiated off of her. Her father had informed Kieran that she’d attended a strict boarding school before returning home and now attended college through an online-learning program. Considering her father’s social standing, her isolation seemed suspect, but Kieran didn’t let himself dwell on it too much.Kieran watched her lips now as she began to speak the words that committed her to the marriage. Committed her to him.“I-I-I do.” The tremor in her voice was audible.It was now time to kiss the bride, he heard the priest inform them, and he waited for the moment of revulsion to cross Josephine’s face as she turned to face him, just as it had two weeks ago. But all he saw was slight trepidation as she looked up into his eyes. Her gaze didn’t even wander across his face and onto the scars. She remained looking up at Kieran, focusing intently on his own hazel eyes. Why wasn’t she recoiling? Irritated by the feelings of confusion her stoic stare caused in him, he wrapped one arm around her waist, whilst grasping the other behind her neck, and firmly pulled her flush against him. Leaning down, he smashed his lips against her perfect mouth. He stiffened as he felt her small hands grasp his biceps. Kieran expected her to subtly try and push him off her, but inside she melted into his arms. Not only was she not pushing him away, she seemed to be willingly letting him draw her small, soft body against his own. She didn’t even stiffen in his grasp. Her hips pressed against him and as he pulled away from her mouth, he heard a faint sigh escape from her lush lips.Almost as if she’d enjoyed it. Aware of their location, he willed himself to step back. He released his wife from his grasp but moved to grasp her hand and turned to walk out of the church. Kieran glanced over at her, amazed to see that a flush had spread across her cheeks and neck. As if she’d relished his touch. No, it was impossible to think that she was anything but repulsed by him. After all, he was a monster.Nothing more than a beast.
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About Alexa SinclaireAlexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Alexa. :)
February 17, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER ANGELA EVANS WITH HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Angela Evans with HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT.BLURB:
Kierra Centerand was once vivacious and outgoing, but that all changed the night her stepfather killed her family in an explosion that authorities wrote off as an accident. Now, ten years later, Kierra has returned to the small town of Briarview to find answers, confront her demons, and see if she can finally move on with her life. Not much has changed, Briarview is still the quaint, charming, small town Kierra left behind. Only now her high school boyfriend, Bryan, is the sheriff, and her stepfather is somewhere in the town, hiding in plain sight.
When Bryan Donaldson sees Kierra again for the first time, he is surprised—she’s no longer the fun blonde he remembers, but rather she’s shy, prone to panic attacks, and hiding from the world. When Kierra’s stepfather starts making threats, Bryan is determined to keep her safe in his arms, and in his bed, for life.
EXCERPT:
Kierra's chest suddenly felt too tight to take a breath. Shedesperately wanted to tell him to stop talking, to run away. Shewished she had never come to town, and that she was anywhere buthere listening to Bryan's calm, soothing voice.
“I can also tell you the thing that's going to be the hardest tohear. The explosion was ruled an accident. It appears that they onlydid a cursory investigation, but there was no reason to suspect foulplay. It was ruled an accidental gas leak. Most importantly, in thatinvestigation they didn't find a fourth body in the house. The onlyvictims of that explosion were your grandparents, and your mother.”
Somewhere in the distance a bird chirped and parents cheeredat the Peewee football game. Kierra heard it all as though it were amillion miles away. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
Her stepfather was alive somewhere.
No one believed her ten years ago, no one was going tobelieve her now, but she knew for certain that somehow he wasresponsible for the explosion that killed her family.
And he was still out there somewhere.
BUY LINKS:
http://www.amazon.com/Hiding-Plain-Sight-Hidden-Dangers-ebook/dp/B01BKVFFF2/http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hiding-in-plain-sight-by-angela-evans/https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hidinginplainsight-1983704-149.htmlhttp://www.bookstrand.com/hiding-in-plain-sight-mf
BIO:
Angela Evans has been creating stories in her own imagination since she picked up her first book. In high school she remembers sneaking a copy of a romance novel off her mother’s book case and immediately fell in love with the story, the genre, and the idea of falling in love!
Angela is currently obsessed with the genre of romantic suspense. When she’s not writing new stories you can find her binge watching cop shows looking for inspiration for those creepy villains every suspense story needs.
Angela loves to hear from readers, so please visit her online at http://authorangelaevans.com, as well as on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/authorangelaevans) or Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/readangelaevans).
Thanks so much for stopping by, Angela. :)
GUEST BLOGGER AMGELA EVANS WITH HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Angela Evans with HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT.BLURB:
Kierra Centerand was once vivacious and outgoing, but that all changed the night her stepfather killed her family in an explosion that authorities wrote off as an accident. Now, ten years later, Kierra has returned to the small town of Briarview to find answers, confront her demons, and see if she can finally move on with her life. Not much has changed, Briarview is still the quaint, charming, small town Kierra left behind. Only now her high school boyfriend, Bryan, is the sheriff, and her stepfather is somewhere in the town, hiding in plain sight.
When Bryan Donaldson sees Kierra again for the first time, he is surprised—she’s no longer the fun blonde he remembers, but rather she’s shy, prone to panic attacks, and hiding from the world. When Kierra’s stepfather starts making threats, Bryan is determined to keep her safe in his arms, and in his bed, for life.
EXCERPT:
Kierra's chest suddenly felt too tight to take a breath. Shedesperately wanted to tell him to stop talking, to run away. Shewished she had never come to town, and that she was anywhere buthere listening to Bryan's calm, soothing voice.
“I can also tell you the thing that's going to be the hardest tohear. The explosion was ruled an accident. It appears that they onlydid a cursory investigation, but there was no reason to suspect foulplay. It was ruled an accidental gas leak. Most importantly, in thatinvestigation they didn't find a fourth body in the house. The onlyvictims of that explosion were your grandparents, and your mother.”
Somewhere in the distance a bird chirped and parents cheeredat the Peewee football game. Kierra heard it all as though it were amillion miles away. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
Her stepfather was alive somewhere.
No one believed her ten years ago, no one was going tobelieve her now, but she knew for certain that somehow he wasresponsible for the explosion that killed her family.
And he was still out there somewhere.
BUY LINKS:
http://www.amazon.com/Hiding-Plain-Sight-Hidden-Dangers-ebook/dp/B01BKVFFF2/http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hiding-in-plain-sight-by-angela-evans/https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hidinginplainsight-1983704-149.htmlhttp://www.bookstrand.com/hiding-in-plain-sight-mf
BIO:
Angela Evans has been creating stories in her own imagination since she picked up her first book. In high school she remembers sneaking a copy of a romance novel off her mother’s book case and immediately fell in love with the story, the genre, and the idea of falling in love!
Angela is currently obsessed with the genre of romantic suspense. When she’s not writing new stories you can find her binge watching cop shows looking for inspiration for those creepy villains every suspense story needs.
Angela loves to hear from readers, so please visit her online at http://authorangelaevans.com, as well as on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/authorangelaevans) or Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/readangelaevans).
Thanks so much for stopping by, Angela. :)
February 14, 2016
COVER REVEAL FOR ALPHA BLOOD TREAT
Cover Reveal for ALPHA BLOOD TREAT (Pack Warriors #2)
Releasing February 25th, 2016 from Evernight Publishing.
And Currently available, Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) 2015 Readers Choice Award Winner for best Romance On The Go.
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Releasing February 25th, 2016 from Evernight Publishing.
And Currently available, Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) 2015 Readers Choice Award Winner for best Romance On The Go.
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
February 12, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER PUMPKIN SPICE WITH THE HART MOMENT
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Pumpkin Spice with THE HART MOMENT
Buy Links:Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-hart-moment-by-pumpkin-spice Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pumpkin-Spice/e/B016V9OQ1C/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thehartmoment-1984056-149.htmlBookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/pumpkin-spiceBookStrand.Com: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-hart-moment-mfGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29065002-the-hart-moment[image error]
About The AuthorMary Billiter, Writing as Pumpkin Spice, For Evernight Publishing:
Mary Billiter is the author of seven works of fiction, including four under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.” Pumpkin Spice's debut novel — Scarlett Hood & the Hunter — was an Editor’s Pick and nominated by readers as a finalist in the 2015 Third Annual Evernight Readers' Choice Awards. Her Amāre Tales is her fairy tale line & her favorite place to write about! It’s based in Amāre, where love isn’t just the town’s namesake, it’s a way of life. Add in a little spice & you've got a good romance and new way of telling a classic tale!
Visit her website: http://www.marybilliter.com/
Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2
Excerpt:We barely set foot in his apartment before shoes were kicked off, coats peeled away, his sweater was shed, and I think he was almost out of his jeans when he realized that maybe things were moving too fast. In a white cotton t-shirt and his button fly jeans open, his gray-blue eyes shone in the moonlight. His gaze then held mine as he walked toward me and started to unbutton my silk blouse. It slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor. Pete waited while I unzipped my jeans, and then we both stepped out of our jeans together. I stood before him in a black lace bra and pink cotton low-rise panties that had “Wednesday” stamped on the fabric.He raised an eyebrow.I shrugged. “I’m kind of into days of the week.”He tried not to laugh.I lightly whacked him on the shoulder. “Hey! It keeps me on track.”“And clearly that’s important.”“Well, it can be.” I crossed my arms over my chest and suddenly felt very naked.Pete moved toward me. And I moved away in equal measure.“I think it’s cute.”I held up a finger. “I’ll have you know that days of the week panties are not easy to find.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth I cringed.“There may be a good reason for that,” Pete said and burst out laughing.I bit the inside of my mouth to stop from laughing, but it didn’t work. I started giggling.“Come here,” Pete waved me toward him. “Come here, Wednesday.” “Oh, har-har.”I stepped back from him, keeping my eyes firmly on his. The excitement glittering back at me intensified my desire.“If you think Wednesday looks good, you should see Thursday…” I tried to sound seductive when really there wasn’t anything sexy about cotton panties or the days of the week stamped on them, but I only had so much to work with. Then I saw the movies posters in his front room, and I instantly knew what do to.Stripper Gypsy Rose Lee had less to work, but made more with what she had. She was the woman that literally put the “tease” in “striptease”. Gypsy was one movie I knew Pete would have seen and one role I knew I could pull off.“And Friday … oh you should see Friday’s panties…” I slowly glided my bra off my shoulders with my fingertips without revealing anything significant.Pete’s eyes roamed my body, and I savored the seduction. I turned my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my bare back to him. Sliding the bra off, I covered my breasts with one hand and faced him. With my other hand, I twirled my bra on my index finger. Pete was my captive audience.I dropped my hand that held my breasts, pulled back the elastic band on my bra and aimed it like a slingshot.“Saturday’s panty is pretty saucy, too. It has lace.” I released the bra. It lobbed in the air and then fell, missing my mark.Pete reached up and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me toward him. “You talk too much.”My breasts playfully bounced and pressed against his firm chest. He wrapped his other arm around the small of my back, his fingertips grazing my skin. The force between us electrified, always simmering below the surface, too powerful to deny when we collided. His lips commandeered mine, and my need for him built and screamed for release.He grabbed my arm and led me to his bedroom. He braced my fall when he leaned us down onto his bed. His unshaven cheek grazed against my neck in an oddly rough, yet subtly seductive way. Everything Pete did, was, and said created a fiery passion in me so strong I had to dig my nails into his back just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Our bodies brushed, and our breathing grew heavier.He rocked back to pull off his t-shirt, and I deeply inhaled the cologne I sensed he sprayed in the center of his chest. I pulled him down and crushed him against my taut nipples. Hell, yeah.His lips kissed and bit my neck. My body waited. Anticipation grew for what I craved now more than ever. He pulled my panties to the side and looked at me.Damn. His eyes always got to me. They flashed with a mixture of mischievousness and caution as they drank me in. Without uttering a word, his eyes waited for permission. I had the control.I coyly grinned and opened myself to him.He reached into the drawer of his nightstand. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth, slid the sheath over his cock, and dove into me. I moaned and tried to remember how to breathe all at the same time. God, he feels good. His pace and intensity slowed. He waited for me to catch up to him. I need more. His hands caressed my thighs.I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper into me.A low groan rose from his throat. “Stella…” Powerful gray-blue eyes locked onto mine. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”But I wasn’t even close to being ready. I slowed down my pace and looked up at him. “Then let’s play around the world.”He looked at me, trying to make sense of the sudden shift.“You know, a trip around our bodies exploring allthe different spots.”
Thanks so much for stopping by, Pumpkin. :)
Buy Links:Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-hart-moment-by-pumpkin-spice Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pumpkin-Spice/e/B016V9OQ1C/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thehartmoment-1984056-149.htmlBookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/pumpkin-spiceBookStrand.Com: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-hart-moment-mfGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29065002-the-hart-moment[image error]
About The AuthorMary Billiter, Writing as Pumpkin Spice, For Evernight Publishing:
Mary Billiter is the author of seven works of fiction, including four under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.” Pumpkin Spice's debut novel — Scarlett Hood & the Hunter — was an Editor’s Pick and nominated by readers as a finalist in the 2015 Third Annual Evernight Readers' Choice Awards. Her Amāre Tales is her fairy tale line & her favorite place to write about! It’s based in Amāre, where love isn’t just the town’s namesake, it’s a way of life. Add in a little spice & you've got a good romance and new way of telling a classic tale!
Visit her website: http://www.marybilliter.com/
Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2
Excerpt:We barely set foot in his apartment before shoes were kicked off, coats peeled away, his sweater was shed, and I think he was almost out of his jeans when he realized that maybe things were moving too fast. In a white cotton t-shirt and his button fly jeans open, his gray-blue eyes shone in the moonlight. His gaze then held mine as he walked toward me and started to unbutton my silk blouse. It slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor. Pete waited while I unzipped my jeans, and then we both stepped out of our jeans together. I stood before him in a black lace bra and pink cotton low-rise panties that had “Wednesday” stamped on the fabric.He raised an eyebrow.I shrugged. “I’m kind of into days of the week.”He tried not to laugh.I lightly whacked him on the shoulder. “Hey! It keeps me on track.”“And clearly that’s important.”“Well, it can be.” I crossed my arms over my chest and suddenly felt very naked.Pete moved toward me. And I moved away in equal measure.“I think it’s cute.”I held up a finger. “I’ll have you know that days of the week panties are not easy to find.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth I cringed.“There may be a good reason for that,” Pete said and burst out laughing.I bit the inside of my mouth to stop from laughing, but it didn’t work. I started giggling.“Come here,” Pete waved me toward him. “Come here, Wednesday.” “Oh, har-har.”I stepped back from him, keeping my eyes firmly on his. The excitement glittering back at me intensified my desire.“If you think Wednesday looks good, you should see Thursday…” I tried to sound seductive when really there wasn’t anything sexy about cotton panties or the days of the week stamped on them, but I only had so much to work with. Then I saw the movies posters in his front room, and I instantly knew what do to.Stripper Gypsy Rose Lee had less to work, but made more with what she had. She was the woman that literally put the “tease” in “striptease”. Gypsy was one movie I knew Pete would have seen and one role I knew I could pull off.“And Friday … oh you should see Friday’s panties…” I slowly glided my bra off my shoulders with my fingertips without revealing anything significant.Pete’s eyes roamed my body, and I savored the seduction. I turned my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my bare back to him. Sliding the bra off, I covered my breasts with one hand and faced him. With my other hand, I twirled my bra on my index finger. Pete was my captive audience.I dropped my hand that held my breasts, pulled back the elastic band on my bra and aimed it like a slingshot.“Saturday’s panty is pretty saucy, too. It has lace.” I released the bra. It lobbed in the air and then fell, missing my mark.Pete reached up and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me toward him. “You talk too much.”My breasts playfully bounced and pressed against his firm chest. He wrapped his other arm around the small of my back, his fingertips grazing my skin. The force between us electrified, always simmering below the surface, too powerful to deny when we collided. His lips commandeered mine, and my need for him built and screamed for release.He grabbed my arm and led me to his bedroom. He braced my fall when he leaned us down onto his bed. His unshaven cheek grazed against my neck in an oddly rough, yet subtly seductive way. Everything Pete did, was, and said created a fiery passion in me so strong I had to dig my nails into his back just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Our bodies brushed, and our breathing grew heavier.He rocked back to pull off his t-shirt, and I deeply inhaled the cologne I sensed he sprayed in the center of his chest. I pulled him down and crushed him against my taut nipples. Hell, yeah.His lips kissed and bit my neck. My body waited. Anticipation grew for what I craved now more than ever. He pulled my panties to the side and looked at me.Damn. His eyes always got to me. They flashed with a mixture of mischievousness and caution as they drank me in. Without uttering a word, his eyes waited for permission. I had the control.I coyly grinned and opened myself to him.He reached into the drawer of his nightstand. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth, slid the sheath over his cock, and dove into me. I moaned and tried to remember how to breathe all at the same time. God, he feels good. His pace and intensity slowed. He waited for me to catch up to him. I need more. His hands caressed my thighs.I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper into me.A low groan rose from his throat. “Stella…” Powerful gray-blue eyes locked onto mine. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”But I wasn’t even close to being ready. I slowed down my pace and looked up at him. “Then let’s play around the world.”He looked at me, trying to make sense of the sudden shift.“You know, a trip around our bodies exploring allthe different spots.”
Thanks so much for stopping by, Pumpkin. :)
February 11, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER NAOMI CLARK WITH DARK DAYS
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Naomi Clark with DARK DAYS.
Thanks for having me here on your blog today! I'm really delighted to be here to share a teaser from my new novel, DARK DAYS, the sequel to BLOOD WITCH. The book was a real labour of love for me - BLOOD WITCH was supposed to be a quick, one-off novella and instead it turned into the start of a new series. With DARK DAYS, I had a lot of plot threads to follow up, new elements to introduce, and new threats to throw at my characters. I always think a good sequel should raise the stakes and open up the world, and I think I succeeded at that! You'll get to learn a little bit more about Tristesse's world (just a little bit; she's still keeping lots of secrets!), meet a new addition to Lola's ragtag team, and see new magic and enemies arise. All of which should lead nicely into Book 3...But hopefully you'll enjoy Book 2 first!
Excerpt
"The ley line made you sick.""I'm getting desperate."Tristesse shifted her position so she could free Lola's hair from the messy bun she'd piled it in. "I would happily teach you ley line magic. It's been a long time since I had an apprentice. But the experience did make you very sick.""Protecting me again?" Lola pulled a face at her.Tristesse tangled her hands in Lola's hair, smiling. "A dead apprentice is useless to me."Lola took her hand, weaving her fingers through Tristesse's. "I want you to teach me." Her first and last experience with the power of the ley line had been awful, but the potential there, the power flowing all around her, just out of reach... Not a day had passed without her thinking about it. Maybe once you were used to it, the sickness went away. Maybe it was like adjusting to a high altitude or something. Nobody ever learned anything valuable without a little suffering, after all.Instead of answering, Tristesse pushed her over so she lay on her back. The demon straddled her, pinning her to the sofa and leaning down to kiss her. This time she wasn't soft or sweet, and Lola gasped, arching her body up to meet Tristesse's instinctively. Tristesse deepened the kiss, pushing her hips down to pin Lola's lower body as well, and a swell of lust rose in Lola, sweeping everything else away.It was annoying, how easily Tristesse could turn her on and distract her. It left her aching for more, and she had no idea how much Tristesse could give her.Tristesse broke the kiss but nipped Lola's throat with a playful growl, making Lola squeak. "I'm a demanding teacher," Tristesse warned her."But I'm an excellent student." Lola freed her hands and draped them around Tristesse's neck, pulling her back for another kiss. "How soon can we start?"Tristesse slid her hand under Lola's thin hoodie, tracing the curve of her breast through her bra. "Seems like we already have."Her touch sent shivers of need through Lola, and her brazen invitation was almost too good to resist. The only thing holding Lola back was a reluctant sense of urgency. There were so many things to do, especially now she'd agreed to go to the Choir meeting tomorrow night. She could easily waste a few hours, even a whole day, rolling around on the sofa with Tristesse, but that wouldn't pay her bills or help her clients or find Yvette. More's the pity.
With a sigh, she wriggled out from under her. "Hold that thought. Let's go paint shopping."
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About the AuthorNaomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.
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Haven't read BLOOD WITCH yet? Find it here at Evernight!
Thanks so much for stopping by, Naomi. :)
Thanks for having me here on your blog today! I'm really delighted to be here to share a teaser from my new novel, DARK DAYS, the sequel to BLOOD WITCH. The book was a real labour of love for me - BLOOD WITCH was supposed to be a quick, one-off novella and instead it turned into the start of a new series. With DARK DAYS, I had a lot of plot threads to follow up, new elements to introduce, and new threats to throw at my characters. I always think a good sequel should raise the stakes and open up the world, and I think I succeeded at that! You'll get to learn a little bit more about Tristesse's world (just a little bit; she's still keeping lots of secrets!), meet a new addition to Lola's ragtag team, and see new magic and enemies arise. All of which should lead nicely into Book 3...But hopefully you'll enjoy Book 2 first!
Excerpt
"The ley line made you sick.""I'm getting desperate."Tristesse shifted her position so she could free Lola's hair from the messy bun she'd piled it in. "I would happily teach you ley line magic. It's been a long time since I had an apprentice. But the experience did make you very sick.""Protecting me again?" Lola pulled a face at her.Tristesse tangled her hands in Lola's hair, smiling. "A dead apprentice is useless to me."Lola took her hand, weaving her fingers through Tristesse's. "I want you to teach me." Her first and last experience with the power of the ley line had been awful, but the potential there, the power flowing all around her, just out of reach... Not a day had passed without her thinking about it. Maybe once you were used to it, the sickness went away. Maybe it was like adjusting to a high altitude or something. Nobody ever learned anything valuable without a little suffering, after all.Instead of answering, Tristesse pushed her over so she lay on her back. The demon straddled her, pinning her to the sofa and leaning down to kiss her. This time she wasn't soft or sweet, and Lola gasped, arching her body up to meet Tristesse's instinctively. Tristesse deepened the kiss, pushing her hips down to pin Lola's lower body as well, and a swell of lust rose in Lola, sweeping everything else away.It was annoying, how easily Tristesse could turn her on and distract her. It left her aching for more, and she had no idea how much Tristesse could give her.Tristesse broke the kiss but nipped Lola's throat with a playful growl, making Lola squeak. "I'm a demanding teacher," Tristesse warned her."But I'm an excellent student." Lola freed her hands and draped them around Tristesse's neck, pulling her back for another kiss. "How soon can we start?"Tristesse slid her hand under Lola's thin hoodie, tracing the curve of her breast through her bra. "Seems like we already have."Her touch sent shivers of need through Lola, and her brazen invitation was almost too good to resist. The only thing holding Lola back was a reluctant sense of urgency. There were so many things to do, especially now she'd agreed to go to the Choir meeting tomorrow night. She could easily waste a few hours, even a whole day, rolling around on the sofa with Tristesse, but that wouldn't pay her bills or help her clients or find Yvette. More's the pity.
With a sigh, she wriggled out from under her. "Hold that thought. Let's go paint shopping."
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About the AuthorNaomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.
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February 7, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER DORIS O'CONNOR WITH THE DRAGON IN THE STONE
Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very talented Doris O'Connor with THE DRAGON IN THE STONE
Thank you so much for having me on your blog with my Naughty Fairytale, The Dragon in the Stone, which is an erotic twist on Beauty and the Beast.
I always say I find inspiration in all sorts of places and this story is no exception.
The idea first came to me during a walk with my kids last summer. As we were meandering past the stream in one of our local parks, my ten year old daughter piped up.
“Look mummy, that’s the stone that looks like a dragon.”
She pointed toward a rock formation that made up one side. Now, I’ll be honest I didn’t see a dragon, just rock, lol, but she was adamant it was a dragon. As were the other kids, when they looked.
So, it got me thinking about this girl who sees the dragon in the stone. The idea was born, and when the lovely Rhonda in my reader Group, The RavDor Chicks asked me to write dragon story… the rest is history as they say. J
The Dragon in the Stone was my NaNoWriMo effort last year, and you know with the awesome Gary Taylor as my visual inspiration for Lord Drorgan, my fingers flew.
You can check out my Pinterest board for this story here: https://uk.pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/the-dragon-in-the-stone/
Not only did I win NaNoWriMo, but I had the story submitted and accepted by the end of November, something of a record for me, I tell you. And that was with me wanting to bash Dorgan’s and Rhonda’s heads together, at time. They’re as stubborn as each other, and I was beginning to despair that they ever would get it together. When they do… well, he’s a dragon and things get HAWT in an entirely different way.
*winks*
I loved writing these two, and I hope my readers will too.
Blurb:
~Editor’s Pick~
Penance needs to be paid come what may…
Several Centuries ago Drorgan was cursed into stone. Every twenty five years he is given one night and one day to find the woman willing to accept him in both forms.
It's the price to pay for his past behavior.
As a lost, lonely little girl Rhonda Butterbaugh was rescued by the dragon in the stone and she has never forgotten her fierce protector. It sparked her fascination with all things dragon. If only they were real. There are no such things as fairytales, however.
When she is attacked on her way home, and wakes up in a cursed magic castle, complete with a fierce dragon shifting lord, her life takes a turn for the surreal.
Determined to break the curse and rescue Drorgan and his kin, she hasn’t counted on Drorgan’s resistance.
Dragons aren’t supposed to be noble.
Buy it from Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-dragon-in-the-stone-by-doris-oconnor/
For all other buy links check the book page: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/the-dragon-in-the-stone.html
Story Excerpt:“It’s been three days. Surely she ought to be allowed to wake up now.” Drorgan leaned against the door frame to his bedchamber, and scowled at the hive of activity in what once had been his sanctuary.Servants were carrying buckets of water up to his antechamber where a hollowed out stone served as a bathing chamber, and Magda was hovering around the pale woman in his bed like a mother hen.“I told you she will, when she is ready, hence we’re getting a bath ready for her. Stop glaring and make yourself useful and heat that water. I think she’s coming ‘round.”Sure enough a cock-hardening moan came from the woman in his bed, and Drorgan couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of her stretching like a cat. It made the sheet slip, exposing one creamy shoulder. The thin night rail Magda had procured for their guest did little to hide her assets from view, and Drorgan swallowed a groan of his own.Magda shook his head at him, and taking the hint, he stalked off to the little chamber now bathed in sunlight. The servants scuttled away, having deposited the last bucket of water, and Drorgan stuck his hand into the bath, allowing his dragon’s fire to transfer to the liquid.The murmur of female voices carrying through the heavy stone walls made his shoulder blades itch. He couldn’t quite hear the woman’s replies as the water bubbled up at the point of boiling, obscuring his hearing, but he sensed her approach. Dorgan had just enough time to pull his hand out of the bathtub before he heard the soft gasp behind him, and he crunched his jaw in disgust. That’s what he got for caring. He should have stayed away, far away, but no matter how hard he tried, his dragon had insisted time and time again to seek out the woman slumbering in his bed.The only rest Drorgan had managed to get had been curled up in the overstuffed chair by the fire. Close enough to her to keep an eye on her, yet far away enough to not give into the temptation to touch her pale skin, or to slip in under the covers with her, when she had thrashed about in her sleep, mumbling unintelligible sounds. More than once she had murmured his name in that throaty voice of hers. It had meant sleep had eluded him completely. She must have picked it up from the servant’s chatter around her sleeping form when they came to tidy the room during the day, because she couldn’t know who he was. Drorgan always made sure he was well away in the morning, though he knew Magda, at least, would have noticed his presence. No matter how much he ruffled up the bedcovers in one of the guest rooms, one sniff with Magda’s dragon enhanced senses would have told her he hadn’t slept in that bed since the night it had been made.Which no doubt explained why he felt so out of sorts. Nothing he did soothed the churning in his gut, nothing bar sitting and watching over the sleeping beauty.And beautiful she most certainly was, even with the bruises marring her skin.“Rhonda, really, you need to take it easy.” Magda’s voice held a hint of humor as though she found this whole situation highly amusing, whereas Drorgan doubted his hearing. Had his old nursemaid just called the woman Rhonda? The tentative touch of slender fingertips on his shoulder made him freeze. It couldn’t be.“It seems Rhonda here knows you, Drorgan.” He shook his head and forced a denial past his lips.“That’s impossible.”Another soft gasp brought with it Rhonda’s scent, and he balled his hands into fists when she stepped so close that the weight of her breasts rested against his back. Predictably his cock took that as an invitation and roared to life with a speed that left him rather lightheaded, as all his blood shot south.“The water is ready. I must go.” Coward.Magda’s voice in his head made him spin round. He had every intention of sidestepping the wide eyed woman now in front of him, but Rhonda swayed as though she was going to fall, and he grasped her round the waist to steady her. The action meant that the entire length of her delectable curves molded against his body, and there was no way on earth she would miss how much he wanted her. Sure enough her toffee colored eyes widened a fraction, the pupils dilating, and it took every ounce of willpower Drorgan possessed to not reach out and pull her in with his magic. To claim the sweet lips, to taste her, to take what her body offered, and damn the consequences.However, that’s how he had ended up in this living nightmare that was his existence in the first place, and if this woman really was the sweet little Rhonda he’d spent that memorable night with, then he needed to stay far away from her.Turning his head to the left on purpose he exposed his scar to the sunlight streaming into the room, and Rhonda stiffened.There, that should put her off for good. Just like she had done as a child, this woman surprised him, however. She wriggled to bring her hand up, until her fingertips traced the scar. The innocent action left his skin on fire, and he shut his eyes to stop one of his senses at least.“Thank you for saving me, Drorgan.” Her whispered words forced his eyes open, and he swallowed hard when his gaze connected with hers. “I never got a chance to say that as a child. It bothered me.”“You said it plenty to the stone.” Rhonda smiled up at him, and, fuck him if her smile didn’t light up the room, and make his dragon want to curl up at her feet. Why wasn’t she afraid of him, dammit? She was supposed to be horrified, not look up at him as though the sun rose and set in his eyes.“You could hear me?” she asked.Drorgan grunted in answer, earning himself a snide remark in his head from Magda, who was watching his interaction with Rhonda with a satisfied grin on her face.“He isn’t normally this shy in talking, Rhonda.”Drorgan glared at Magda over Rhonda’s head, and a giggle escaped the woman in his arms. Belatedly he realized he was still holding onto her far too tightly, and stepping away he extricated himself, while holding onto her elbow and steering her toward he bath tub.“Like I said I have somewhere to be. The water should be at the right temperature now.”
With those words he took off as though the hounds of hell were after him.
****
Author bio
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places
Website Reader Group Tsu Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble
Thanks so much for stopping by, Doris. :)
Thank you so much for having me on your blog with my Naughty Fairytale, The Dragon in the Stone, which is an erotic twist on Beauty and the Beast.
I always say I find inspiration in all sorts of places and this story is no exception.
The idea first came to me during a walk with my kids last summer. As we were meandering past the stream in one of our local parks, my ten year old daughter piped up.
“Look mummy, that’s the stone that looks like a dragon.”
She pointed toward a rock formation that made up one side. Now, I’ll be honest I didn’t see a dragon, just rock, lol, but she was adamant it was a dragon. As were the other kids, when they looked.
So, it got me thinking about this girl who sees the dragon in the stone. The idea was born, and when the lovely Rhonda in my reader Group, The RavDor Chicks asked me to write dragon story… the rest is history as they say. J
The Dragon in the Stone was my NaNoWriMo effort last year, and you know with the awesome Gary Taylor as my visual inspiration for Lord Drorgan, my fingers flew.
You can check out my Pinterest board for this story here: https://uk.pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/the-dragon-in-the-stone/
Not only did I win NaNoWriMo, but I had the story submitted and accepted by the end of November, something of a record for me, I tell you. And that was with me wanting to bash Dorgan’s and Rhonda’s heads together, at time. They’re as stubborn as each other, and I was beginning to despair that they ever would get it together. When they do… well, he’s a dragon and things get HAWT in an entirely different way.
*winks*
I loved writing these two, and I hope my readers will too.
Blurb:
~Editor’s Pick~
Penance needs to be paid come what may…
Several Centuries ago Drorgan was cursed into stone. Every twenty five years he is given one night and one day to find the woman willing to accept him in both forms.
It's the price to pay for his past behavior.
As a lost, lonely little girl Rhonda Butterbaugh was rescued by the dragon in the stone and she has never forgotten her fierce protector. It sparked her fascination with all things dragon. If only they were real. There are no such things as fairytales, however.
When she is attacked on her way home, and wakes up in a cursed magic castle, complete with a fierce dragon shifting lord, her life takes a turn for the surreal.
Determined to break the curse and rescue Drorgan and his kin, she hasn’t counted on Drorgan’s resistance.
Dragons aren’t supposed to be noble.
Buy it from Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-dragon-in-the-stone-by-doris-oconnor/
For all other buy links check the book page: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/the-dragon-in-the-stone.html
Story Excerpt:“It’s been three days. Surely she ought to be allowed to wake up now.” Drorgan leaned against the door frame to his bedchamber, and scowled at the hive of activity in what once had been his sanctuary.Servants were carrying buckets of water up to his antechamber where a hollowed out stone served as a bathing chamber, and Magda was hovering around the pale woman in his bed like a mother hen.“I told you she will, when she is ready, hence we’re getting a bath ready for her. Stop glaring and make yourself useful and heat that water. I think she’s coming ‘round.”Sure enough a cock-hardening moan came from the woman in his bed, and Drorgan couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of her stretching like a cat. It made the sheet slip, exposing one creamy shoulder. The thin night rail Magda had procured for their guest did little to hide her assets from view, and Drorgan swallowed a groan of his own.Magda shook his head at him, and taking the hint, he stalked off to the little chamber now bathed in sunlight. The servants scuttled away, having deposited the last bucket of water, and Drorgan stuck his hand into the bath, allowing his dragon’s fire to transfer to the liquid.The murmur of female voices carrying through the heavy stone walls made his shoulder blades itch. He couldn’t quite hear the woman’s replies as the water bubbled up at the point of boiling, obscuring his hearing, but he sensed her approach. Dorgan had just enough time to pull his hand out of the bathtub before he heard the soft gasp behind him, and he crunched his jaw in disgust. That’s what he got for caring. He should have stayed away, far away, but no matter how hard he tried, his dragon had insisted time and time again to seek out the woman slumbering in his bed.The only rest Drorgan had managed to get had been curled up in the overstuffed chair by the fire. Close enough to her to keep an eye on her, yet far away enough to not give into the temptation to touch her pale skin, or to slip in under the covers with her, when she had thrashed about in her sleep, mumbling unintelligible sounds. More than once she had murmured his name in that throaty voice of hers. It had meant sleep had eluded him completely. She must have picked it up from the servant’s chatter around her sleeping form when they came to tidy the room during the day, because she couldn’t know who he was. Drorgan always made sure he was well away in the morning, though he knew Magda, at least, would have noticed his presence. No matter how much he ruffled up the bedcovers in one of the guest rooms, one sniff with Magda’s dragon enhanced senses would have told her he hadn’t slept in that bed since the night it had been made.Which no doubt explained why he felt so out of sorts. Nothing he did soothed the churning in his gut, nothing bar sitting and watching over the sleeping beauty.And beautiful she most certainly was, even with the bruises marring her skin.“Rhonda, really, you need to take it easy.” Magda’s voice held a hint of humor as though she found this whole situation highly amusing, whereas Drorgan doubted his hearing. Had his old nursemaid just called the woman Rhonda? The tentative touch of slender fingertips on his shoulder made him freeze. It couldn’t be.“It seems Rhonda here knows you, Drorgan.” He shook his head and forced a denial past his lips.“That’s impossible.”Another soft gasp brought with it Rhonda’s scent, and he balled his hands into fists when she stepped so close that the weight of her breasts rested against his back. Predictably his cock took that as an invitation and roared to life with a speed that left him rather lightheaded, as all his blood shot south.“The water is ready. I must go.” Coward.Magda’s voice in his head made him spin round. He had every intention of sidestepping the wide eyed woman now in front of him, but Rhonda swayed as though she was going to fall, and he grasped her round the waist to steady her. The action meant that the entire length of her delectable curves molded against his body, and there was no way on earth she would miss how much he wanted her. Sure enough her toffee colored eyes widened a fraction, the pupils dilating, and it took every ounce of willpower Drorgan possessed to not reach out and pull her in with his magic. To claim the sweet lips, to taste her, to take what her body offered, and damn the consequences.However, that’s how he had ended up in this living nightmare that was his existence in the first place, and if this woman really was the sweet little Rhonda he’d spent that memorable night with, then he needed to stay far away from her.Turning his head to the left on purpose he exposed his scar to the sunlight streaming into the room, and Rhonda stiffened.There, that should put her off for good. Just like she had done as a child, this woman surprised him, however. She wriggled to bring her hand up, until her fingertips traced the scar. The innocent action left his skin on fire, and he shut his eyes to stop one of his senses at least.“Thank you for saving me, Drorgan.” Her whispered words forced his eyes open, and he swallowed hard when his gaze connected with hers. “I never got a chance to say that as a child. It bothered me.”“You said it plenty to the stone.” Rhonda smiled up at him, and, fuck him if her smile didn’t light up the room, and make his dragon want to curl up at her feet. Why wasn’t she afraid of him, dammit? She was supposed to be horrified, not look up at him as though the sun rose and set in his eyes.“You could hear me?” she asked.Drorgan grunted in answer, earning himself a snide remark in his head from Magda, who was watching his interaction with Rhonda with a satisfied grin on her face.“He isn’t normally this shy in talking, Rhonda.”Drorgan glared at Magda over Rhonda’s head, and a giggle escaped the woman in his arms. Belatedly he realized he was still holding onto her far too tightly, and stepping away he extricated himself, while holding onto her elbow and steering her toward he bath tub.“Like I said I have somewhere to be. The water should be at the right temperature now.”
With those words he took off as though the hounds of hell were after him.
****
Author bio
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places
Website Reader Group Tsu Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble
Thanks so much for stopping by, Doris. :)
