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DRAW ME IN Blog Tour on the move! Otherwise known as, I am the WORST.

So, I’ve been frantically polishing the first Son of Cain rockstar novel (which happens to be due, oh, today) and I have just now realized that the DRAW ME IN blog tour started MONDAY. I am such the worst person this week. EEEP!

So, here are the stops so far! And I’ll spend the next hour or two trying to catch up on the lovely comments. Many thanks to the incredible bloggers who are hosting the tour! I can’t tell you how grateful I am.

MONDAY’S POSTS:

Unknown Books Review

Christine’s Words – Interview Post

TUESDAY’S POST:

Craves the Angst

TODAY’S POSTS:

Imagine a World

Lustful Literature

I’m going to try my best to keep on top of these posts! There are only SIX DAYS LEFT until Draw Me In releases into the wild, so thanks so much to everyone for their hard work on this tour. I really appreciate all the posts, comments, shares, and reviews! You guys are the best. :D

XOXO,

Regina

Cover Reveal!!! SEX BECOMES HER by Regina Cole

I’ve been trying to hold on to this, but I just can’t anymore!

It’s cover reveal time, Ladies and Germs.

My very first book with Kensington releases in June of 2015. And when you see the cover of this smokin’ hot erotic romance with its Hawaii getaway magical feel, you’re going to wish the months away! I know I am :)

Here is the BEAUTIFUL cover designed by the geniuses in Kensington’s art department, and below is the unofficial blurb. Back cover copy is coming soon! And there are a couple of preorder links, so I’ll add those as well. SEX BECOMES HER will be available in both ebook and print! So excite!!! :D :D :D

 

 

 

 

When Eliza Jackson is asked to attend her friend’s destination wedding, she’s in a panic. Ever since her last relationship blew up in a frenzy of rumors about her sexual preferences, Eliza has been quite satisfied to be a celibate hermit. But as she’s forced from her self-imposed solitude, she decides to make the most of it. For this next week, Eliza can let her inhibitions go without fear of recrimination. And when she comes home? Nobody has to know that she played pretend. A perfect solution, or so she thinks.

Chandler Morse would never have considered flying all the way to Hawaii for a wedding if anyone but his cousin had asked. But he owed the bastard for saving his life, so he packed his bags and off he went, leaving his frigid ex-wife to pick over the remains of his life. When he laid eyes on the laughing brunette whose pieces didn’t quite fit together, he found himself drawn to her. He tried to tell himself it was his background as a private investigator that drew him to the puzzle, but in reality, their chemistry was too intense to ignore.

Eliza is thrilled to have found someone that can keep up with her adventurous appetites. She and Chandler are much more compatible in bed than she’d ever dreamed, but she still doesn’t dare tell him about her darkest sexual fantasies. And despite her best intentions, Eliza finds herself falling for him. But going back home doesn’t solve the problem, because Chandler is determined to pursue a relationship with her, and she can’t bring herself to say no. And when he learns the truth about her forbidden desires, she fears he’ll run just like everyone else does, and shatter her heart beyond repair. But more than her heart is on the line when Chandler discovers her past. Eliza will have to choose between the person she is, and the one she always wanted to be.

 

Amazon Preorder: http://www.amazon.com/Sex-Becomes-Her-Regina-Cole/dp/1617737801/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413468126&sr=8-1&keywords=sex+becomes+her+regina+cole

Powells’ Books preorder: http://www.powells.com/biblio/9781617737800

Why I STILL Believe Traditional Publishing is Right for Me

In the days since a certain lawsuit against a certain blogger was filed in the state of Ohio, I’ve gone through some pretty wild shifts in emotion.

First, fear that my books might never return to me.

Then, joy at the outpouring of support from Romancelandia and beyond.

Then, panic that I might be scrutinized by lawsuit-minded people, even though I’ve done nothing that should warrant such an extreme measure.

Then, gratitude at the “Hey, I’m sorry this is happening to you, but I bought DRAW ME IN and it looks great!” messages I’ve received.

And then, finally, angry. Angry at the situation, at myself for making the choices I did, and then angry at a few comments and tweets that I read.

 

There aren’t many folks gloating about the state of a certain group of authors right now, but there are a handful. I’ve seen comments about putting all your eggs in one basket, about how “I would NEVER sign a contract that awful,” and even one person who said “Those authors are getting what they deserve. I’ve warned people away from Xpublisher for YEARS.”

 

See, here’s the thing. As a new author, you’re over the moon when a publisher takes an interest in your work. You do your due diligence,  you search the web, you scour forums, and you take all that information–some of it conflicting–and you list out pros and cons. And if the pros outweigh the cons, then you take the leap of faith and sign on the dotted line, not really understanding some of the legalese in the contract, because what brand new author, after having shelled out over a grand for a freelance editor, has even MORE money to get a lawyer’s opinion?

HUGE publishers have folded in the past. New publishers, old publishers, pioneers in format and genre, none of them are immune to certain types of internal strife.

Some people have taken to saying, “This is why everyone should self publish. I wouldn’t trust any of my work to organizations like these.”

But I did. And now I’m completely uncertain as to what will happen to five of my stories.

So you might be thinking, “Oh, she’ll never do that again. Self-pub is the way to go for anyone who’s been burned by a publisher!”

But it’s not. Not for me.

People much smarter than me have said time and time again, there is NO one true path in publishing. Every writer must make up their own mind as to what road is the right one for them. And for me? It’s traditional publishing.

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I’ve signed multiple bad contracts in the past. I’ve been burned, and am STILL BEING burned. But does that mean I regret doing what I did? HELL NO!

In every trial there is a lesson. And there’s good to be found, even when some of those decisions end badly.

Take Ellora’s Cave, for example. They took a chance on me, when I’d only ever published one poem and one short story. I met an editor who believed in me, who taught me things that stand me in wonderful stead today. I met writers that I consider great friends, even now. I went to my first conference, signed my first books, became a real writer. No, an AUTHOR. A Published Author. Those early days were incredibly important to me in terms of growth and learning and even knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have done anything differently back then.

Was my every EC experience rosy in the beginning? No. Things haven’t been that good for a long time. I’ve been worried for a VERY long time. But I have always wanted to grow this career, so I thought maybe branching out was the best thing for me. I got the best agent IN THE WORLD, and with her help I’ve now got deals with no less than three kickass new-to-Regina publishers.

I learn from my publishers. What to do, and in some cases what not to do. I strive harder because there are people counting on me. If my books sell well, then my editor looks good, I look good, the publisher looks good. If my books don’t sell well enough, then good publishers will pull back and reexamine and we’ll CHANGE things next time. I’ve got a marketing team, I’ve got editors I can brainstorm with, people with their fingers on the pulse of the industry helping me to craft my career. I’ve got professionals creating my covers with marketability and appeal in mind, who know the best things to do to grab the reader’s attention.

There are people for each and every book I write. If I’m stuck? Call my editor, or my agent. If I’m unsure about something? Call my editor. If I feel like I’m not going to be able to make a deadline? Call my editor. BUT, people are counting on me. There’s a host of things to be done between typing “the end” and a book going up for sale. And knowing that the clock is ticking is the best motivator on earth.

I don’t want to skip any of those steps. I want multiple passes on edits, multiple passes on copyedits, galleys, ARCs, reviews, and someone helping me generate a buzz before my books hit the shelves, whether they’re real or digital. And those real shelves? Those are THE BEST. Walking into a Barnes & Noble, or even a Wal-Mart, and seeing MY NAME on a REAL LIVE BOOK that people can take home with them?

It’s a feeling that I want to have again and again and again.

 

There is nothing wrong with self publishing. I actually plan to put a few stories out myself sometime in the near future. But I’ll never give up on traditional publishing. It offers things to me that self-publishing can’t.

So please, do your best not to judge those who think differently about the “best” way to publish. My experience is not yours. You may hate having to work around strict deadlines. You may want freedom and flexibility in your release dates. You may be able to create amazing bookcovers, send out tons of review copies, and generate all the buzz you need to for release on your own. And to that, I say great job! I couldn’t do what you do.

And that’s okay.

As long as you put out work that you’re proud of, work that is well-written, edited, and professionally presented, then I applaud you, no matter HOW you decide to publish.

But for me?

There’s Carrie (who taught me first and I’m not letting go.)

There was Leah (who I miss.)

There’s Mary.

Sue.

Peter.

Nicole.

There’s Kimberly, and Becca, and Katie, and Beth, and a ton of people that I don’t even know!

All working on MY books. Mine. And I’m just selfish enough to adore that this is a team who is dedicated to helping my book succeed.

Right for me? Yes.

Right for you? Up to you.

 

*drops the mic*

And on another note… Dragon Dictation for Authors

In an ongoing effort to distract myself from the flames of infamy currently charring my poor backlist, I made a little how-to video for using Dragon Dictation’s transcription tool to draft my new WIP.

This has been a godsend for me. I LOVE dictating words into my phone and having them pop up on the screen like magic! It feels like I’m cheating, and I LOVE IT.

 

So, if you’re an author, or blogger, or person who puts words on a page for any reason, you might find this little instructional video interesting. :)

 

XOXO,

Regina

 

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Looking Forward

I’m not going to rant.

I’m not going to link to the numerous blogs, the investigative reporting, or even the scads of court documents.

All I’m going to do is mourn the loss of my entire books page from this site. But this is only temporary.

On my horizon is a brilliant future with publishers I can trust. With Random House, with Sourcebooks, with Kensington. I can’t be sad when I think about the wonderful things coming right around the corner.

So readers, thank you. Something like this could truly have derailed my writing career. But it hasn’t. All it has done is amp up my anxiety and force me to re-examine my business sense. And I realized that this is worth it. Because someone likes the stories that I tell. And that is an incredible thing.

Many other authors are in much worse straits than I am. I am lucky. I’ve got a new release out in just a few short weeks.

Please consider checking out DRAW ME IN. It’s the first installment in my restarted backlist as Regina Cole. And I’ll be incredibly grateful and humbled if you’ll read and enjoy.

All my love,

Regina Cole

In Regina Cole’s steamy novel of hot ink and delicious angst, two tortured artists take a leap of faith—but the past threatens to tear them apart.

After her parents pull the plug on her college fund to finance their nasty divorce, Hailey Jakes is desperate to pay her own way and finish her degree in graphic design. She can hardly believe her luck when the sexiest guy she’s ever seen hires her to be the receptionist at his tattoo shop. With sea-blue eyes, jet-black hair, and full sleeves of tattoos on his muscular arms, Neill Vanderhaven looks like the kind of guy who wouldn’t give her the time of day. In fact, he’s mesmerized by her—and it doesn’t hurt that she’s talented as hell.

But Hailey and Neill have more in common than instant chemistry: They’re both carrying serious baggage. Hailey’s parents split after years of blowout fights and sloppy affairs. Neill just got out of something serious with a woman who loved her bad habits more than she loved him. When they take the plunge on a new relationship, they’re both breaking their own rules.

But then a terrible misunderstanding brings Neil’s worst fears to life, and their connection threatens to come crashing down. What they have is more than skin-deep, but now Hailey and Neill need to decide whether the kind of love that lasts forever is worth such exquisite pain.

Hello, My Name Is…

Regina Cole

Well, sometimes it is. And sometimes it’s Gina Lamm. And it was Gina Mosley. And it’s always been GinaCole.

I find it interesting when people tell me the stories behind their names. I like the story of my birthname, anyway. And my pen name is an extension of that, so I thought it might be neat to share.

I was born a poor child… Nowait, that’s another story. My birth certificate reads Gina Nicole Mosley. If I’d been a boy, my name would be Eugene, after my dad. I love my dad more than anything, but I am so glad I wasn’t named Eugene. (I could have had it worse. His first name is Elmer. So, yeah. There’s a legacy of oldtimey names in our family.) My mother has a stuffed monkey that she adored as a child. Its name was Nicky. So I’m named for my father and a creepy-ass stuffed monkey.

My namesake and me!

But since I had the luck to grab that second X chromosome, I was dubbed Gina, barely dodging the Eugene bullet. When I was little, I was adamant that I NOT have a nickname. My dad came up with one, but it didn’t last more than a week, and he’s since forgotten what it was. Whenever he’d try to call me by the nickname, I’d cross my arms and scowl and say, “NO! I am JUST GINA.”

Needless to say, for most of my childhood, I was referred to as “Just Gina.”

But my grandfather (also an Elmer, with the interesting middle name of Columbus) decided that he didn’t care if I wanted to be “Just Gina.” He’d give me a nickname and it would stick. And it did. He called me GinaCole, which I accepted only because it was just a conjunction of my first and middle names. But nobody called me GinaCole except for Grandaddy.

When I was a teenager, I completely reversed my nickname preferences. I hated that my name was so short that it couldn’t be easily chopped down into a convenient nickname. Like “Jen” for Jennifer, or “Steph” for Stephanie. My sister halfheartedly called me “G”, but it didn’t really make me feel special, or familiar in the way I felt a nickname should.

I got to college, and confided in my friends there. They decided that my granddaddy had it right. I was GinaCole. And to this day, whenever I talk to any of them (which is nowhere near as frequently as I would like) they call me GinaCole.

 

My first book was published under my married name, Gina Lamm. But then my career sort of diverged in the middle. I decided that having a pen name would enable me to write in different directions, keeping me free to chase the muse breath wherever it would take me. But what to pick?

I toyed with the idea of something completely different than my birth name. Something exotic and interesting. Maybe Penelope, or Rosalia.

But I wasn’t any of them. I was Just Gina, or I was GinaCole. So, in the interest of keeping true to myself, I added a couple of letters to distinguish it from my real name, and Regina Cole was born.

 

So you can call me Gina. Or Regina. Or Reggi. Or GinaCole. Or G.

But I’ll always be Just Gina. Or JustGinaCole. :)

DEFIANT Days! Sabrina York’s newest is here.

Hey there Cole girls (and guys!) I’m thrilled to be able to share with you one of the most talented writers I know today. Sabrina York has a sexy new release from Ellora’s Cave! DEFIANT is the fifth book in the Noble Passions series, and I have to tell you, this woman can write some smokin’ hot love scenes, as well as some really great plots! This is a don’t miss series. AND, she gives away sparklies. Truly one of the best women ever :)

Check out the excerpt and buy links below!

~R

DEFIANT , by Sabrina York
Noble Passions, Book Five

When rakish Ned falls in with the wrong crowd, his brother decides to send him to the Continent for “seasoning”. For Sophia, this just won’t do. She’s loved Ned for ages—and also longed for adventure. She runs away from her boring suitors and disguises herself as a cabin boy on the Defiant, the ship sailing Ned to Italy.
Ned knows he’s not good enough for Sophia, but once they’re on the Defiant, he can’t stop himself from touching her, tasting her, loving her. Not when a wild tempest and a band of ruthless pirates threaten them. Not when every look from her gives him such pleasure. And certainly not when she comes, warm and wild and willing, to his bed.
If they survive their voyage, Sophia’s brother might kill him, but it will have been worth every moment and every hot, sweet kiss.
A Romantica® Regency historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Get it now: Buy Link: http://www.ellorascave.com/defiant.html

READ AN EXCERPT

 

Sophia stood on the bow of the boat in the dark as the wind and rain lashed her face. She loved it. Loved it. Not only was the storm elemental and fierce, it hid her tears.

Surely she hadn’t expected Ned to greet her with open arms. Not when she had barged in on his adventure as she had. But she certainly hadn’t expected him to be so horrid. His expression had devastated her.

Foolish girl, it said.

But then, her heart agreed.

She was foolish.

Foolish to ever think that he—

“You’re soaked.”

She whirled around, though she knew what she’d see. More glowering.

She was right.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m reveling.” She thrust out her chin, in case he didn’t believe her.

He gaped at her. “Reveling?”

“Yes.” She didn’t mean to shout, but his wintry demeanor annoyed her tremendously. She threw out her arms. “Look at this!”

“It’s a storm.”

“It’s beautiful. The waves are wild, untamed—”

“You could be swept overboard.”

“The wind is howling and the rain is savage. It’s glorious.”

“It’s freezing. Come inside.”

“It’s not freezing. It’s summer.”

“I’m cold.”

“Then you go inside.”

“Sophia Fiona—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s your name.”

“You sound like Ewan.”

“I’m starting to think Ewan is a saint.”

She glared at him. “What a beastly thing to say.” She hated that her chin wobbled a little. Hated that he winced.

“I’m sorry, Sophia. This has been trying for me.” He sluiced the water from his face. “Won’t you please come inside?”

“All right. Fine.”

“You will?”

“You did say please.”

He blew out a breath and offered her his arm. She frowned at it. “I’m a cabin boy, remember? You don’t offer a cabin boy your arm.” When he didn’t lower it, she smacked it. “Someone will see.”

That caught his attention and he slowly lowered his arm. “Right then. Come inside.” He followed her back to the cabin, his stride decidedly unsteady. If anyone was tipping overboard, it was most likely him.

When she once again stood in his chambers, she realized the folly of her actions. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes and she was drenched. So was he. Without a word, he relit the lamp and then opened his trunk and pulled out several shirts, two of which he tossed to her. “Change.”

That was it. One word. Just “change” and then he presented her with his back. She huffed a breath, but did as he asked because she was really rather cold. The feel of the cloth falling over her chilled flesh warmed her. Because it was his shirt. It had touched his skin. She wasn’t sure why the thought sent heat scudding through her belly.

“Use the other shirt to dry your hair,” he suggested, as he began toweling off as well.

She huffed a laugh. “All of your clothes will be wet.”

“They’ll dry. Are you clothed?”

“Yes.”

He turned. And froze. His gaze locked onto her bare legs. “I-I thought you said you were clothed.” A squawk.

“I am.” But the intensity of his stare made her self-conscious, so she slipped into the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he said as he unbuttoned the damp linen clinging to his chest.

“Why?”

“I need to change as well. I’m f-freezing.”

“Okay.” She did. But she peeked.

He ripped off his wet shirt and her breath caught at the sight of his broad back. Muscles rippled as he moved and she swallowed. He was beautiful. He tugged the fresh shirt over his head and she nearly whimpered as that magnificent vision disappeared. But then, he unfastened his trousers.

All pretense of not peeking evaporated.

He sat and took a moment to work off his boots. And then he stood. His trousers were tight, as was the fashion, and he had to peel them off. As he bent, she caught a flash of his bare behind.

She must have made a noise because he whirled around. His cheek bunched when he saw her watching. “You’re supposed to have your eyes closed.”

She hunkered in the covers, as though that would disguise the fact that her eyes were open wide.

“Sophia…”

It was probably wrong to grin at him, but she couldn’t help it.

“Sophia Fiona!”

“Stop calling me that. It always makes me think I’m in trouble.”

“You are in trouble. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”

She tipped her head to the side. “We both know Ewan will be so relieved to see me, he’ll forget how angry he is—”

Ned stilled and fixed her with a dark glare. “What makes you think I’m talking about Ewan?”

“I… ah…”

“I’ve a mind to bend you over my knee.”

Why a shiver rippled through her, she had no idea. She’d been spanked once or twice as a child and she hadn’t cared for it in the slightest. But something dark and domineering in Ned’s tone made her womb warm.

“You-you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I? Now, look away. Your brother would skewer me if I gave you the education you’re about to have.”

She attempted not to snort. Ned—and everyone—thought her a prim and innocent miss on account of the polish she’d acquired at Lady Satterlee’s. Nothing could be further from the truth. As a child, before Ewan had made his fortune, they’d lived a hand-to-mouth existence in the slums of Perth. She’d seen more than one couple rutting against a wall in a dingy alleyway. And at one point, she and her brother had taken refuge in a bordello. She’d been only seven, but if she’d had an education, she got it there. She could probably teach Ned a few things.

Still, because he seemed to expect it, she squeezed her eyes tight and didn’t hardly peek at all as he finished changing. Besides which, the spot she was interested in was mostly shadows.

With a great huff, he threw himself back into the chair. “Now, go to sleep.”

“Don’t you want me to put out the light?”

“No. I want to be able to see where you are.”

“I’m not leaving again tonight.” Probably. Unless her despair overcame her once more.

“Leave it on.” A grunt, and not a very nice one at that. Why he had call to be annoyed, she couldn’t fathom.

Blast and damn, he was an annoying man. Sophia grunted as well and rolled over, facing the wall of the cabin. She studied the patterns the swinging lamp made for a long while, listening as he shifted one way and then the other.

It was really unfair for him to have to sleep in the chair. This was his room. But he would never share her bed. She grimaced at the way the words came out, but it was true. He wouldn’t. Unless…

She rolled over again and watched him twist in the chair. He caught her eye and frowned.

“Ned?”

An impatient groan. “Yes, Sophia?”

“Ned, I’m cold.”

He stilled. Then barked, “Put on another blanket.”

“There aren’t any more.” She faked a shiver. She wasn’t cold in the slightest. She never was. Ewan said she ran hot. “Brr. My teeth are chattering.”

His glower became a frown.

“I hope I don’t get ill.”

He paled. “You shouldn’t have gone out in the rain. Why did you go out in the rain?”

She sneezed. Or something like it. “I don’t know.”

“Sophia?”

“Am I running a fever?” She put her palm to her forehead. “I think I’m running a fever.”

His brow wrinkled. He stood and made his way across the tiny chamber as though on his death march. He set the backs of his fingers to her cheeks. His frown darkened. “You are warm.”

“No. I’m cold.” She shivered and peered up at him, her eyes as wide as she could make them. “Won’t you warm me?”

He wrenched his hand away as though she’d burned him. “What?”

“Lie here beside me and warm me up?”

“There’s not enough room for both of us.”

“I’m small.”

“Sophia.” She’d never heard her name in such a strangled voice, not even when Ewan was at his wit’s end.

“Just for a bit? You can be on top of the covers. Surely that is decent.”

The muscle in his cheek bunched again, as though he were grinding his teeth.

“Please?”

He gusted a sigh. “All right, Sophia. Scoot over and make room.”

She did. With alacrity.

“And roll over, facing the wall.”

She frowned at him “Why?”

“Just do it. Please.”

“Oh, all right.” But only because he said please. And because, when she was facing the other way, he couldn’t see her grin.

He settled in behind her and a shiver rocked her. He was warm. And he smelled delicious. Not fishy in the slightest. It was delightful, lying here with him. She closed her eyes and imagined he wanted this as much as she.

If only. If only.

 

Check out the other books in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York

Follow the decadent exploits of friends and enemies as they find love and passion in the glittering world of the Regency—and its dark underbelly.

Book 1: Folly
2014 EPIC eBook Award Finalist

2013 Passionate Plume Finalist



Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor–Lady Ulster–hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster “heir”, she seduces a stranger at a tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband’s greatest nemesis. And God knows Ulster had plenty.

Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at a house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has wanted her and hated wanting her–his enemy’s bride–for years. When he overhears Eleanor’s predicament and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest, he is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally claim her–while taking the revenge he craves–is more than he can resist. Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs…if she will meet his needs in return. Every decadent one of them.

Book 2: Dark Fancy
The sizzling prequel to Folly
2014 Winner of the Carolyn Readers’ Choice Award
When Lady Helena Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will at least once have known true passion.
But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.

Book 3: Dark Duke
Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff’s life has been turned on its end. His well-ordered home has been invaded. By destitute relatives. From Scotland. How on earth can he write Lord Hedon’s salacious novels with hellions battling in the garden and starting fires in the library?But with the onslaught has come a delicious diversion. His cousin’s companion, the surprisingly intriguing Kaitlin MacAllister. He is determined to seduce her. Using her desperate need for funds and her talents as an artist, he convinces her to draw naughty pictures for his naughtier books…and he draws her into his decadent web.
But Kaitlin has a secret. She’s fled Scotland—and a very determined betrothed. When Edward’s cousin is kidnapped and held in her stead, Kaitlin is honor-bound to return to her homeland and rescue her—much to Edward’s chagrin.
Because suddenly he can’t bear the thought of Kaitlin marrying another man. He can’t bear the thought of losing her at all.

Book 4: Brigand
Kidnapped and held prisoner by menacing Scottish brigand, the notorious McCloud, Violet Wyeth does her best to persevere…and resist his rakish charms. But when she realizes The McCloud is really Ewan St. Andrews, the boy who once saved her life, the boy who once kissed her and made her heart flutter, she is lost.
Ewan has every intention of marrying Lady Kaitlin MacAllister. He desperately needs the entrée into the ton this bride can provide. But when his bride is delivered—bound and gagged—it’s not Kaitlin. It’s Violet Wyeth—the girl who betrayed him and ruined his life when he was a boy. He keeps her, determined to punish her for her sins. But when he discovers the truth about what really happened so long ago, and seething passion rises between them, he can no longer hold on to his rusty grudge. By the time he realizes how much he loves Violet—that he always has—he’s lost her.
All he can do is follow her. Follow her into the bowels of hell—and partake in the torment of the glittering London Season, where the harpies are far more dangerous than a Scottish brigand.

 

 

About Sabrina York

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York is theaward winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pinterest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

Sexiness Incoming

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Is this thing on?

 

Hi there everybody! I know, I know, I’m such a bad blogger. But honestly, this time it’s because I’ve been so freaking busy! The year that I’ve had has been insanely good. So you remember that Sourcebooks picked up my Sons of Cain Rockstar series, right? The first three books should be out in 2015, hopefully!

 

WELL, right after that little snippet of awesome, the awesome Kensington Publishing picked up the first two books in my Sexy series! The first book, SEX BECOMES HER, was just turned in a week or so ago. This series is exciting for me, because all the stories begin in the same place at the same time. So you meet the heroines for all the planned books in book one. Knitting things so tightly together in this series has presented some real challenges for me, but has also sparked a ton of excitement and creativity in my wee liddle brain. So much fun!

So, to pass the time, here’s the blurb for SEX BECOMES HER. It’s scheduled to release in Trade Paperback (?!?!?!!) sometime in 2015. SQUEE!!

Thanks for checking it out! And let me know what kind of posts you’d like to see around here. If anyone is reading. ;)

~R

 

SEX BECOMES HER 

Sexy series, Book 1

Eliza Jackson has always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, so it’s no surprise that when she’s asked to attend her friend’s black-tie destination wedding, she’s in a panic. Ever since her last relationship blew up in a frenzy of rumors about her sexual preferences, Eliza has been quite satisfied to be a celibate hermit. But as she’s forced from her self-imposed solitude, she decides to make the most of it. For this next week, Eliza can let her inhibitions go without fear of recrimination. And when she comes home? Nobody has to know that she played pretend. A perfect solution, or so she thinks.

Chandler Morse would never have considered flying all the way to Hawaii for a wedding if anyone but his cousin had asked. But he owed the bastard for saving his life, so he packed his bags and off he went, leaving his frigid ex-wife to pick over the remains of his life. When he laid eyes on the laughing brunette whose pieces didn’t quite fit together, he found himself drawn to her. He tried to tell himself it was his background as a private investigator that drew him to the puzzle, but in reality, their chemistry was too intense to ignore.  

Eliza is thrilled to have found someone that can keep up with her adventurous appetites. She and Chandler are much more compatible in bed than she’d ever dreamed, but she still doesn’t dare tell him about her darkest sexual fantasies. And despite her best intentions, Eliza finds herself falling for him. But going back home doesn’t solve the problem, because Chandler is determined to pursue a relationship with her, and she can’t bring herself to say no. And when he learns the truth about her forbidden desires, she fears he’ll run just like everyone else does, and shatter her heart beyond repair. But more than her heart is on the line when Chandler discovers her past. Eliza will have to choose between the person she is, and the one she always wanted to be.

Cover Reveal for DRAW ME IN!

So I’ve got a new pretty to show you!

 

My very first New Adult book is coming soon from Random House flirt on November 4th! So can’t wait. And the cover is positively to DIE for. What do you guys think? :)

 

GET ON is out NAO!!!

It seems like it’s been forever, but FINALLY I can tell you that GET ON is available from most etailers!! I’ll just leave these buy links here, yanno, just in case you want them or something. ;) 

 

Buy From:

Amazon      ***                Kobo      ***       Ellora’s Cave   ***  Google Play  ***

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Barnes and Noble doesn’t quite have it available yet, but I expect them and All Romance Ebooks to have it up sometime in the next week or so. Remember that you can get different formats if you purchase from Ellora’s Cave directly, so if you’re jonesing, you don’t have to wait!! 

Next month I’m doing an excerpt tour with Goddess Fish, so there’ll be a fun wee contest in which you can win giftcards and some of my backlist titles, so keep an eye out here for that! In the meantime, please do let me know what you think of GET ON. Mia and Garrett are some of my favorite characters, so I hope you like them. :)