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July 24, 2015
Author Spotlight, Stirring Up Dirty by Kacey Hammell @evernightpub #newrelease
Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog today, and sharing my newest release with your readers!
Stirring Up Dirty was a lot of fun to write. Great and enjoyable characters, stubborn as all get-out,and secondary characters I’ve come to love too. It is the first of the Stirred by Love Series, but also connected to DARE, which is also available at Evernight Publishing! It is the story that first introduced Candy, so be sure to check that out too!
STIRRING UP DIRTY
Stirred by Love: Book 1
By Kacey Hammell
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-425-8
115 pages
Available with Evernight Publishing
Connected to DARE
Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.
Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission\emdash to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna, the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist.
Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her on so many levels.
Excerpt – Kacey Hammell, 2015
“Hey there. It’s Eric, right?”
He stalled and pivoted. Behind him was the one person he didn’t need to see right now. Melissa had talked about her enough that he knew all he needed to about her. And some shit he hadn’t cared to.
“Ms. Wilson. Hope you’re enjoying our little town here.”
She leaned against the wall of Abe’s Diner. “Little? This place is huge. I did enjoy some shopping this morning. The market a couple blocks over has some of the nicest things. I spent way more than I should.”
He bet she did. From what she\rquote d shown at the bar yesterday, she had more money than she really knew what to do with. In his opinion, she’d earned it all by letting it all hang out in fashion magazines for the world to see. Wearing skimpy outfits and bathing suits, which to him was too much to be taken seriously. She had the looks for sure, but he questioned her morals.
“Well, I have to get back to the bar. Nice seeing you.”
“Oh, you couldn’t spare a few minutes to have coffee with me? There are a few things I’d love to talk to you about.” She sidled closer to him, a smile lighting her face, her eyes twinkling like stars in the evening sky.
He bet she was used to getting her way all the time.
She brushed a hand over his bicep. “Just a quick coffee, and maybe a bite to eat?”
The heat from her palm rushed through him. His fingers tingled and the urge to feel her warmth around him caught him off guard. He took a step back and shook his head. Damn her for getting to him. He needed to steer clear. She would do anything to take hi
s sister away from here, even use her wiles to do it; he’d seen her flirting with Drew yesterday.
“Sorry, I don’t have time to entertain you. You’ll have to find someone else to keep you occupied, Ms. Wilson. Have a good day.”
Eric turned and strode away. He needed to keep a watchful eye on his sister and find a way to dig himself out of the hole he was in.
Neither would be easy, though.
Not with the distraction of Candy Wilson around to battle with.
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Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.
Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.
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July 23, 2015
Author Spotlight on @mmadiganauthor – Faerie Fate @evernightpub #newrelease
I’ve got the delightful Margaret Madigan on my blog today talking about her most recent release, Faerie Fate. Let’s have a looksee, shall we?
Holly Spencer is a 22-year-old IT major who’s ready to graduate and find her place in the world. What she really wants is a good job and a condo with a view.
But when she’s rescued twice in one day by a mysterious man who claims to be a fae warrior, she’s plunged into a world she grew up believing existed only in fairy tales, and forced to run for her life from warring factions who all want her dead.
Shadow’s on a routine mission when he runs headlong into Holly–the soul mate he’d given up on ever finding. Even though she refuses to believe they’re meant for each other, he fights to protect her from the very thing that brought them together, even when it means making a dangerous deal with Fate to save her life.
Holly struggles with being told who she’s supposed to love. Shouldn’t it be her choice? But as little by little Shadow kindles her passions and wins her trust, Holly realizes that a life with Shadow may very well be just where she belongs.
She still had to face the things that caused her fear, and as much as Shadow made her feel safe, she couldn’t quite let go of the responsibility of taking care of herself. She couldn’t in good conscience give him any hope when she had no idea what she faced in the next few days. That kind of trust required more than she was ready to give just yet. Still, resisting the temptation to give in to their attraction was becoming more and more difficult.
“I know you’ll do everything you can to protect my life, and if I survive this mission, we can talk about my heart,” she said, resting her head on his chest.
“You’ll survive,” he said. “I’ve already saved you twice. I’ll do it as many times as I need to.”
“As I recall, the last time it was a team effort,” Holly teased. “If I hadn’t shifted form, you wouldn’t have been able to carry me away.”
She heard his laugh rumble in his chest. “Very true. That just proves what a good team we are.” He pushed her back just a little to look her in the eyes, “And as I recall,” he said, a wicked grin spreading slowly across his lips, “the last time I saved you, you wore nothing but a smile. Is that going to be a habit?”
“You wish. What does that have to do with anything anyway?”
Still holding her close, he traced the line of her dress, down one shoulder, across the valley between her breasts, and back up again, making her shiver.
“Nothing. I was just thinking how impressive it was.”
Author of romance and science fiction with Entangled Publishing and Evernight Publishing.
Oregon Ducks fan.
Donut and pastry addict.
I like cats.
When I’m not writing you’ll find me in a college classroom teaching English, or working as a literary agent for an amazing agency…and of course, wrangling my family.
July 22, 2015
Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream – Talan McKenna – #romanceauthorsbloghop
Welcome to the My Ice Cream Brings All The Boys To The Yard blog hop! This is the first of hopefully many hops, introducing you to some names you know, and some you don’t. Go through the list, and find out what your favourite authors think about their characters! Are they Vanilla? Or Chocolate Peanut Butter? Or something far more complex?
This beautiful specimen of a vampire is 485 years old. For someone so old, and so old-fashioned I first thought about plain old vanilla ice cream. I realized that wasn’t entirely fair though. Being old fashioned doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re plain or that you’re not a complex individual.
With that in mind, I’ll introduce you to Talan McKenna. Or as I like to refer to him, Mr. Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream. You may be asking yourself how we went from plain old vanilla to something so over the top decadent. Here’s how:
I’m of the mind that there are two major components to this particular flavor.. just like there are two main components to Talan. He’s both man and vampire. I think the strawberry represents his vampire side. It’s bold and a bit tart, just like he is. The vampire side of him is aggressive and bold. He’s had to be in order to amass his fortune. This unfortunately bleeds (aren’t I punny) over into his personal life. He finds it difficult to deal with people who can’t be direct and honest. Most people tend to fear him, and it makes for a lonely life.
The more human side of him is the cheese cake component. He’s a little old fashioned, which is kind of sweet if you think about it. He’s the kind of man that will hold the door for you, pays for dinner, and wants to wait until the time is right. He doesn’t waste time or unnecessary energy on women he doesn’t see a future with. When he sets his sights on someone, that makes it all the sweeter. 
July 19, 2015
Author Spotlight on Raven McAllan – The Racing Driver’s Wife, @evernightpub, #newrelease
Hi all, thanks for dropping by and seeing what I’ve written. I do hope you’re not too disappointed.
When I started writing this series, called ‘Their Wives’, I realized how much I like writing about strong feisty—independent—women who loved their men, but wouldn’t stand for any crap. That’s the only way I can describe it really. (And yes, I am an author snigger) There’s no way they’ll put up with any nonsense, and know what they want.
Luckily, their men know what’s needed and of course they are well able to stand up for themselves.
Eventually.
But oh boy are they put through the wringer first…
Some risks are worth taking…
Racing driver Gael Lorenzo is used to taking his life in his hands, if only he could say the same for his errant wife. He meant his wedding vows, and there will never be another woman for him, but what can he do to win her back?
Darcy thought she knew the risks of being married to a man who lives for his sport. The reality of the race track, however, proves too much for her. Nevertheless, giving Gael up entirely, is not an option either.
When circumstances force them back into each other’s company, neither one of them can let this chance go. Together they are stronger than apart, and their marriage is worth fighting for, isn’t it?
Darcy leaned on the ice rink’s barriers and studied a tiny, red dungaree-clad tot who was no more than four years old and could do more on the ice than Darcy could off it.
“Looks good fun doesn’t it?” The deep male voice, with its ‘come to bed’ accent reminded her of smooth rich chocolate, warm furry velvet…and sex.
Darcy turned and looked at the tall, dark-haired man beside her. Her legs almost buckled as her body decided mushy was the way to go.
“Not if you keep falling on your tush,” she said and could have kicked herself. What made her use that word for goodness sake? Talk about retro. The guy laughed.
“That depends who picks you up. Are you up for being picked up?” He raised an eyebrow and winked. “You game for risking it? In the best possible way, of course.”
The double entendre made her giggle. “Well, um,” Darcy looked down at his bare ring finger and back at his face. It seemed he understood his question because he smiled and shook his head.
“No ring, no wife, S. O. Or even non S. O. I was married.” His face darkened for a second and a bleak expression crossed his face so briefly Darcy wondered if she had imagined it, before he sighed and straightened his shoulders. “She left me and rightly so.”
“Damn, I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“Of course it is. You have integrity and don’t want to consort with a married man.”
Consort, there’s a nice old fashioned word.
Darcy kept her face straight. “True enough.”
“How about you, Miss…Mrs…?”
“Now, I could say Ms., and confuse you, but I won’t. Single,” well it was almost true, and sounded better than separated from a bastard, never see him, thank goodness, “spinster of the parish and no significant other either. “Darcy Murray.”
Liar, liar pants on fire.
She held her hand out and he took it in his. The hand that dwarfed hers was warm and slightly calloused. He rubbed her fingers and Darcy gasped at the sparks of electricity that passed between them.
“Ah sorry, not enough hand cream and too much stall building.” He let go of her hand and stuck his own hands in his jeans pockets. “Amongst other things.”
Darcy was human enough to see how the action stretched the denim and outlined his contours, and bit back the groan that hovered over her lips. It would be mortifying to show him how he affected her.
“So Miss Darcy Murray, spinster of some parish. Are you game? Will you trust me to pick you up, dust you down, and not take advantage?”
Why not? It’s about time I did something other than work and sleep.
“Okay, as long as you accept I’m a klutz.”
He raised a dark-haired eyebrow.
“Seriously, I’m so clumsy it’s a wonder I’m ever let loose with oil, let alone needles. Oh I’m a physio.” She, carefully omitted the ‘was’ and ‘only for a few selected friends’ and did her best not to make her tone too interrogative, but hell she didn’t even know his name. “And I do acupuncture.”
“Ah, I’m not—a physio. I work with cars. Gil Lawrence.”
Why did he hesitate over his profession and name? It irritated Darcy. Did he think she was going to ask for a free service for her car or something? She bit down the sarky retort she wanted to give and smiled instead, impressed with her self control. After all, how many people was she truly honest with? Honest enough to inform them that, ‘oh I write erotica but I still do a bit of physio just to keep my hand in’. Not many.
“Cars and carnival stalls?”
“Cars are my life, carnival my hobby. Okay, carnival is me helping out a friend whose wife went into labor early. I got a frantic phone call, called in a flight path, grabbed the plane and arrived in time to get a crash course in health and safety, and remember how manual, manual labor is.”
“Pleased to meet you.” She didn’t question some of his phraseology. After all it could be because English wasn’t his first language. “Okay, let’s skate…or fall on our bums.” And boy didn’t she think she had a nicely wadded bum to land on. Gil, she must remember to call him Gil, on the other hand seemed as if he may well be short on the padding. Even under his long, droolworthy leather coat, his ass seemed perfectly designed to swoon over. Darcy mentally rolled her eyes at her fanciful notions. They were going to skate for goodness’ sake, not indulge in a mutual grappling session. More’s the pity. Argh give over, and grow up.
Gil grinned. “Well, at the risk of sounding sexist and getting my face slapped, it’s a lovely bum you’d land on. Not that I think you will. You look as if you have a great sense of…” he paused and took her hand, “balance.”
The icy air chilled her cheeks and Darcy laughed with exhilaration. What wasn’t there to be happy about? As Gil whirled her around someone bumped into her. Her hand slipped out of his grip, her hair fell out of its precarious knot and covered her vision, and she flailed in the air as she tried to save herself. Gil made a grab for her, but it was too late. To Darcy’s embarrassment, her hand brushed his groin as she felt herself fall. Sugeroony, embarrassment central here. Darcy forced herself not to hold on to that hard bit of body she connected with. She moved her hand faster than if she’d been stung, ignored the laugh he emitted, and took a deep breath as she braced herself against the thump when the ice jumped up to greet her.
What a way to go.
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Love, R x
July 18, 2015
Author Spotlight on Emma Anderson – A Conquest Like No Other, @evernightpub #newrelease
When Nikki Greene is kidnapped by a crime boss, the last thing she expects is for an even more dangerous man to rescue her. She’s already survived one brutal attack by a man claiming to care for her. She’s not in the market for love, even though her tattooed hero awakens urges she never expected to feel again—and some she’s never felt before.
Viper, a renowned playboy, doesn’t want a mate. He likes the freedom of taking a different partner to bed each night. But the moment Nikki enters his life, his bachelorhood is doomed. Now he must work past Nikki’s trust issues to win a place in her life and bed. He’s determined to prove that her scars are only skin-deep and together they can have it all.
But trouble is coming for Nikki. A menacing presence lurks on the fringes of her world, waiting for the chance to prove to Nikki that revenge isn’t sweet, but it is deadly. Can Viper save her this time, or will he lose her for good?
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Nikki slumped with her back against the closed front door. To say she was relieved to see Viper leave was an understatement. Again her hormones reacted to him. Why they had to come to life after three years, she had no idea. And even worse yet, for her best friend’s new brother-in-law. The situation had disaster written all over it. Even if her fear would allow her to make a move on the unsuspecting man, her conscience wouldn’t. As he had pointed out, they were now family. And she couldn’t risk Gabby’s happiness by throwing herself at Viper. It would lead to uncomfortable family gatherings.
Pushing herself off the door, she attempted to eject her sexy rainbow-colored angel out of her mind as she went about getting herself ready for bed. By the time she was snuggled under the blankets, she was exhausted. Half an hour later, sleep still refused her. Her body needed something—something she knew B.O.B. could provide.
Reaching across to her bedside table drawer, she pulled out her purple vibrator. This silicone cock had been the only form of male company her body had allowed over these last three years. And he never disappointed her, except when he ran out of batteries.
Throwing the blankets back, she quickly removed her pajamas. The cool air hit her sensitive nipples, causing them to harden further. They were begging to be teased. Her hand molded around her tiny breast, roughly massaging it. The harsh manhandling had more juices leaking from her already flowing pussy. Her thumb and index finger found her pebbled nipple, pinching it hard.
A groan escaped her as her hips lifted from the mattress, seeking out its partner. The hand that held B.O.B. travelled lower. B.O.B.’s head circled her hypersensitive clit. Electricity raced through her whole being, enticing her orgasm closer to the surface.
As if on its own accord, B.O.B. found her entrance. Scooping up some of her escaped juices, it slowly entered her. Each thrust took her higher, but still it wasn’t enough to take her over the edge. Suddenly Viper’s image popped into her mind. No longer were her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. Instead, his mouth had engulfed her breasts, his teeth worrying her nipples and sending shock waves throughout her whole being. As for B.O.B., he had been replaced as well. Viper was carrying her body to the heavens, and she welcomed it. Her imagination took the fantasy further.
Her legs widened, allowing room for Viper’s large body. The thrusts were coming harder and faster. Her orgasm quickly approached, catapulting her over the edge. Still Viper’s body continued to drive into her. Suddenly he pulled out and turned her. With her head on the mattress and her backside in the air, he slammed back into her. At this angle it was enough to encourage another orgasm to make itself known. It danced around the edges, avoiding her pleas for completion. More punishing thrusts were delivered from behind. Then it came, a command her body seemed to be waiting for.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
Light burst behind her closed eyelids right before she screamed her completion. As she tumbled back to earth she felt tears falling from her eyes. Her head was turned to the side, allowing the sheet and mattress to absorb them. It was then that she realized how uncomfortable she was. True to her fantasy, her backside was in the air, while her head rested upon the bed. One arm held her balanced while the other one was under her body. Her hand was between her legs, holding B.O.B. in her pussy.
As she went about cleaning B.O.B and remaking her bed she expected embarrassment to consume her. It never came. In its place was confusion. How could that fantasy have felt so real? In her mind, she felt his body against hers. Never before had any of her masturbating sessions felt like that.
The man she was trying to view as family had somehow accomplished the impossible. In her mind, he had truly been with her in this bed. Yet the fear that usually accompanied the idea of being sexually involved with a male was absent. How was that possible? Why was he having such an effect on her?
This man with his brightly painted skin and rusty red hair had her craving things she didn’t think were possible to ever want again—a sexual relationship. His messy locks with their just-out-of-bed look called to her fingers. They desperately wanted to delve into his thick mass of hair. His plump, kissable lips had her mouth watering and her chin itching. In her mind she could see the stubble rash that would appear after a kiss from her new fantasy go-to guy. How was she ever going to look at that man again without blushing?
She was glad that she didn’t have to see him every day. Otherwise she suspected her rampant hormones would have her doing something impetuous. With her hormones in overdrive she knew it wouldn’t be long before she threw herself at this man who was only being friendly with her because of Gabby’s relationship with Devil. She needed to minimize her exposure to Viper. It was the only way she wouldn’t embarrass Gabby and herself.
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July 15, 2015
Author Spotlight with Amber Morgan – Tanner’s War @evernightpub #newrelease
I’ve got the delightful Amber Morgan talking about her latest scorching release, Tanner’s War. This one looks absolutely delicious, I must say! Without further adieu, I’ll turn it over to Amber.
Thanks for having me today! I’m delighted to be introducing my new MC romance series, Wild Blood MC, which kicks off with TANNER’S WAR. This is a whole new venture for me – I’ve beenr reading MC romances for a while, but I only recently gathered my nerve to try writing one. My usual fare as a writer is paranormal, and I had no idea if I could write anything else! But once Tanner and Beth popped into my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about them, and I knew I had to try getting their story written. And hey, I had loads of fun doing it! Hopefully it’s going to be just as much fun to read…
He’s not looking for trouble.
Tanner is fresh out of prison and trying to stay clean. His place in Wild Blood MC demands it. But when he nearly runs over a terrified woman, trouble finds him. Beth needs a savior and Tanner can’t say no.
She’s desperate to escape.
Beth chose running over a forced marriage. She’s got nothing and nobody – until she meets Tanner. But with a fanatical cult leader hunting her, can she risk staying with the first man to defend her?
Tanner’s willing to put it all on the line for Beth – even his beloved MC. The fallout will change both their lives.
“What choice do I have? I’ve got nothing, nobody -”
He whirled round and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her hard against his chest. She gave a little gasp, staring up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. “You’ve got me now,” he said, an unexpected fierceness rising in him. Before he could think better of it, he kissed her.
It was probably a mistake. But fuck, she felt good in his arms. She melted into him, opening herself to his possessive kiss and pressing her soft body against him eagerly. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet in his need to get as much of her as possible. She tasted sweet and fresh, and his cock hardened as he wondered if her cunt tasted as good as her lips. The thought spurred him to kiss her harder, deeper, sweeping his tongue over hers, then biting her lip. She moaned – half pain, half encouragement, but the sound cut through some of Tanner’s blind lust.
“Shit,” he said, releasing her abruptly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Her face crumpled and he realized too late how callous that sounded. He thumped the wall with less force, and ran his hands over his face, trying to compose himself.
It wasn’t easy. His cock was throbbing and his whole body felt hot and tight, wired for action. Beth stared at him with a mixture of hope and shame on her face, and all he wanted to do was snatch her back into his arms and start kissing her again. For starters, anyway. Everything else wanted to do to her…Well, fuck. She probably hadn’t heard of half the things he wanted to do to her.
“Don’t you want me?” she asked, voice breaking.
Well shit. Of course he wanted her. Look at her. Sweet hips, hot tits, lush lips…Who wouldn’t want her? But not like this, with her drunk and vulnerable.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, reaching for her. “I just mean, you’re…you know…And I’m…you know…” Shit. What was it about her that made him so damn tongue-tied?
“I don’t know,” she said, hugging herself again and turning away from him slightly. “Don’t do things like that if you don’t mean them.”
“I did mean it. It just probably wasn’t very appropriate.”
There was a touch of bitterness in Beth’s laugh that he didn’t like. “Do you always worry about what’s appropriate?”
“No,” he admitted. Well, this was going really fucking badly, wasn’t it? He laced his fingers behind his head and kicked at the scuffed boards on the porch, wishing he could go join the fights he knew were happening not far from here. Nash had him on probation though – no getting back in the cage until his actual probation was over. Tanner had tried to persuade him otherwise, but he’d realized that all his arguments made him sound like a teenager screaming you’re not my real dad and gave up out of embarrassment.
But fuck it, he needed to fight tonight. It was an itch under his skin that would just get hotter and hotter the more he ignored it. He was tuned up all wrong, what with finding Beth, laying out that creep at Mia’s, and now that kiss. It was either fight or fuck, and the only woman he wanted to fuck…He glanced at Beth. She looked torn between bolting and throwing herself at him. He could have her, he knew that. Their kiss told him that. She might be innocent and scared, but she was electric in his arms. It would be really fucking sick of him though, wouldn’t it? She’d been assaulted, sexually and physically, in the past twenty-four hours by men she’d known all her life. For Tanner to take her now, when she was hurting and vulnerable…Yeah. Not okay.
“Maybe I should go back to bed,” Beth said, running her fingers through her hair. “That beer’s hitting me pretty hard.” She managed a weak smile.
Tanner didn’t want her to go. He wanted her to stay out here, even if they did nothing, said nothing. He wanted to know she was right by his side, safe and…and his. He groaned. “Yeah,” he said, “please go to bed. If you stay out here, I’m going to do something really inappropriate.”
Author Bio and LinksAmber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She’s based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and a demanding cat.Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AmberMorganW...
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July 10, 2015
Author Spotlight – Bella’s Beast by LeTeisha Newton #newrelease @evernightpub
Who could ever love a Beast?
What if you had no choice but to try?
Isabella Thomas has a problem that she can’t take care of. Her brother, Nate Thomas, is a compulsive gambler that can’t say no to the rush of another big win—no matter the losses that have taken everything from Isabella to save him.
This time, Isabella has no house, car, or funds to give up for collateral and her only option is Elijio Vargas, the Beast of the Darkness, a man cursed to walk in the daylight as a wolf. The Beast chooses to save her brother—under one condition: Nate’s debt is now Isabella’s, and the new deal is for her body.
Isabella can’t stop herself from giving in to Elijio, and he can’t stop himself from remembering that he does have a heart, and she’s quickly stealing it. Will Isabella be saved, or will Elijio have to show just how much of a beast he has to be?
Excerpt
She stared at Elijio’s broad back, so in awe that she felt her blood quickening as he moved. His muscles rolled under the black T-shirt he wore, his long legs eating up the distance in dark jeans. His attire didn’t fit the home in any way. He struck his own path. Had she lost her mind? She’d planned to do this, give herself to save her brother, but the reality was more than she bargained for. She had seen the heat in his eyes, the bulge in his pants when he’d told her how she’d pay him. She had no doubt that he would make demands on her body.
I’d pay him, her subconscious screamed, and Bella shook her head. She had to be going crazy. She was supposed to be meeting her fate as a dutiful and honor bound sister, not an eager woman wanting the touch of a man who set her soul on fire. She tried to be the former, but her body was acting the latter. Elijio pulled a slim phone out of his back pocket as she followed him, and she heard, barely, his conversation.
“I need Pace … Yes.” He paused with the phone to his ear. “It’s Elijio. Pace, I’ll pay the debt for Nate Thomas.” Elijio raised one eyebrow before narrowing his eyes and spoke slowly into the phone. “He’s covered. He needs to be home, in one piece and no worse than he is right now, within the hour.” He paused once more, listening into the phone. His voice, when he spoke again, was colder than ice. “Don’t make me find you, Pace. We both know that isn’t what you want.” He listened again. “Good. I’ll have the amount wired. How much? Done.” He disconnected the call and slid the phone back in his pocket.
“Twenty million,” he said to her.
“What?” she stammered.
“That’s how much your brother is in for. Twenty million. I’ve taken care of it. If you need the proof, my butler will bring you the paperwork and you’ll get proof of life within the hour.”
Bella stumbled, nearly falling, but Elijio spun and grabbed her, faster than should have been possible. She sucked in her breath, that same familiar shock twisting through her. Heat blazed over her nerve endings as she curled her fingers, gripping his biceps in confusion. No one, ever in her life, could make her lose her head like he could. His eyes dilated as he started at her, nostrils flaring as he inhaled roughly. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, as he ran it over his lips, tasting the air. God help her, but she wanted him to taste her. She gripped him harder, pulling him toward her without even realizing what she was doing until his face was close to hers. She felt heavy, her pussy throbbing with her heartbeat and her mouth going dry. She wondered what he would taste like. If his tongue would be slick and cool, or hot and damp. She wanted him. She wanted to give in. She couldn’t look away from those eyes.
“Please,” she whimpered, not sure if she was asking for his kiss, or begging him to release his spell on her. She gasped, but before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers. His tongue slid into her lips, sliding wetly against hers. He didn’t ask, or seek, he dominated. He disentangled her arms from his biceps and made her clasp her hands up over his shoulders and behind his neck. His strong hands gripped her head, turning her head for a better fit. His lips, full and yet firm, glided over hears with masterful ease. She moaned, the juice-laced taste of his tongue making her head spin. No other part of his body other than his hands and mouth touched hers, but she felt the connection deep in her gut. Her nipples hardened, her stomach shook, and her pussy moistened. This was desire, this was lust. All thoughts of being here for payment flew from her mind.
She couldn’t think of any reason not to be in his arms. It felt too right. Too explosive to ignore. She pushed against him. The rock solid shape of his abs slid against her ribcage as her breasts were crushed against his diaphragm. Again she was struck by his height, and the way he curved around her. Her touch must of triggered something because he gathered her up into his arms and lifted her off her feet. He broke the kiss and nipped her bottom lip. She swallowed convulsively as he sucked his way down the side of her throat. He bit at the pulse at the base of her throat.
“Ah,” she cried out as he licked the sting away, only to do it again.
This man was rearranging her, and she couldn’t fight it. She sank into him, tightening her arms around his neck and sliding her fingers into his hair.
He growled, the sound rumbling through her as he pushed her up against a wall. The shock of the cold had her arching her back, forcing her body even closer to him. The shift rubbed his cock over her teasingly. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct and he ground his cloth-covered cock against her. Her thighs shook as she held him close and fought the urge to open wider for him. She whimpered and moaned. She thrashed against him and pulled him close. She fell under the wave of his desire as he took her mouth again in a punishing kiss. She could do nothing more than hold him tight against her. His hands left her back and traced their way to her front. He lifted enough away from her to mold her breasts, plumping them with skillful strokes.
“That’s right, baby, give in,” he said, and his voice galvanized her. What was she doing?
“Stop,” she said, between deep breaths. His eyes flared with something, something she couldn’t described before he stepped back, letting her fall to her feet hard enough to jar her teeth.
“You knew what you were here for.”
“Give me a second,” she said.
“I did my part of the bargain, but it’s just as easy to change it. Each time you sleep with me, it’ll take a million off your debt. I’m sure this is the best paying job you’ve had in your life.” Before she could think she reached up and slapped him, the sound echoing in the hallway. Her hand stung from the impact. Elijio roared. Actually stepped back from her, crouched, and roared. The sound filled the hallway, and sending fear curling through her.
He didn’t look like a man. His teeth were sharp, like canines, his face twisting and contorting until he didn’t look human, and his eyes snapping to gold. She screamed, frozen, until he took a step forward.
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About the Author
Writing professionally since 2008, LeTeisha has spanned from Fantasy to Interracial Romance on her road to getting the jumping characters out of her head. Most days she’s pretty color blind, unless it’s a great shade of red (then she can’t ignore it). Other times she’s plotting her next twenty books and then remembering that the computer can’t read her thoughts and doesn’t type at lightning speed. Either way, she just can’t seem to get enough of quill to paper…or eh…keyboard strokes, apparently.
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July 7, 2015
AND THE WINNER IS….
If you’ve been paying attention, you might already know that I was running a month long contest to name the next detective in my Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators series. I had over two hundred and fifty entries. Here are a few of the “honorable mentions”
Detective Love Muscle (You made me giggle, Dawn)
Detective Roy Humperdinck (Thanks Kim!)
Detective Luke Perry (not to be mistaken for Dylan from 90210)
And… now for the winners.
1st Place: Deb Carroll with Cole Mayfair!!
2nd Place: A. Nonymous with Everett Washington! (I’m thinking the entrant name seems suspicious but hopefully the email address is legit. Otherwise I’m spending your Amazon gift card on myself, LOL)
I would like to thank each and every single one of you that entered my contest. There were so many good names to choose from. I didn’t think it was going to be this difficult!
Winners will be contacted by email.
Author Spotlight – Raven McAllan – The Rock Star’s Wife #newrelease
I’ve got the delightful Raven McAllan here to talk about her most recent release, The Rock Star’s Wife. It’s the first in her brand new series, Their Wives. Check out the blurb and one rather steamy excerpt! *wipes brow*
Rock Star Nico was in love with Kenna and wanted to do everything for her, coddle her, and keep her safe. The result? Kenna felt stifled, so it was inevitable they’d clash. That clash resulted in them splitting up—until Kenna turned up at one of his concerts and Nico had the chance to explain himself.
Would she listen? If she did, would she understand, and accept he’d changed and give them a second chance? All he could do was put his heart on his sleeve and hope…
All Kenna has to do is listen to her heart, and his, and decide…
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“Actually since before then. Since just after we got married and you were a very absentee husband. I once thought it was a bit like, ohh a strange man got into my bed last night. I thought my luck was in and then I realized it was my usually absentee husband.”
He winced. “Ouch.”
“Very.” She sniggered. “Do you know you almost bumped into me at Hong Kong airport once? Literally.”
“I did? And what happened?”
Some guy steered you around me and you gave me a vague smile and a ‘sorry, babe’. I ducked my head down, and you went off to the first class lounge. I went to the food court and downed a burger and a bottle of fizzy water.”
“Shit.”
“Why? It didn’t make any difference. I was still home three weeks before you.”
“God what a fucker I was. Are you still sure you want to take a chance with me? Let me woo on?”
“Oh yeah. What comes next?” Kenna wound her arms around his neck and snuggled into him. Nico held her butt tightly and let his hands roam down a bit, and another bit and…
“Kenna, love. Are you wearing what I hope you are? With no knickers, you hussy?”
“Well.” She tilted her head back to look up at him. This close the gorgeous specks in her eyes were pronounced. “I thought, you might be tired and it’s one less thing to shuck off. And I have to be at the airport for eleven and its five now. Time is off the essence.”
“Do you want just to snuggle then?” Hell, he hoped not. Masochism wasn’t high on the list of things he loved.
“No. Make love or I’ll sulk.”
“Oh no, we can’t have you sulking now, can we?” Nico picked her up once more and headed for the bed to drop her with a gentle thump on to the bed. She’d thoughtfully—or hopefully—turned back the covers.
“”I want you so much. I love you so much, I’m bloody shaking. Look.” He held his hand out. “I daren’t let you touch me or even me strip you, or I’ll come there and then. I’m so bloody hard it’ll be difficult to even get my jeans over my cock. Can you take off your dress and bra for me? Oh and leave the stockings. It’s a fantasy of mine. You in sexy grey stockings and suspenders, me buried deep in your pussy, and your long silk clad legs around my neck. Ah hell, fuck it.” He counted to ten and thought of root canal treatment. “Ice water, cold baths come on, think cold.”
Kenna laughed uninhibitedly, threw her dress and bra in the direction of her case, and opened her legs wide. Her bare pussy shone with the evidence of her arousal and her nipples peaked hard and proud.
“What are you waiting for then? Come on! I’m yours.” Her smile was one of a houri, enticing and hinting of things to come.
He kicked his jeans off, pulled his t-shirt over his head and crawled between her outstretched legs. “Since when have you dared to be bare?”
“Since just after we… ah, do you mind?”
“I love it,” he said honestly. “It’s so bloody gorgeous. I’m so fucking turned on, and it’s been a while, well since we last, okay, had sex but this is different, I won’t last long.”
“Good. Nor will I so stop talking, and please make love with me? Fill me now, or I’ll end up coming by thought alone.”
Nico needed no further bidding. He angled his body and Kenna put her ankles over his shoulders and played with his hard nipples.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he gasped the words, surged into her and immediately began to move.
Kenna matched him thrust for thrust, moaned and sighed, and tightened her channel around his cock
Nico felt his body tighten in response, and the hot surge of arousal that signaled he was about to come rolled through him.
“Bugger. Now.” He screeched the words and increased his thrusts to a painful level.
Kenna screamed, and even in his arousal filled sense, he knew it wasn’t in pain. Yes… M…now… bloody hell yesss.” Her voice ended on a high-pitched keen and she began to shake hard.
Nico let himself be pulled in to the vortex with her, saw stars and forgot everything except how well they meshed.
He had no idea how long it was before he opened his eyes to find somehow they’d rolled over with him still firmly embedded in Kenna, and she was now slumped on top of him.
Author Spotlight on J.R. Gray – Damages Incurred, #newrelease
Their world is crumbling on the King’s shoulders.
Elliot is missing.
George has failed and his demons are threatening to swallow him whole.
Jesse’s life is slipping through his fingers.
Zac is doing everything he can, but he’s plagued with flash backs of a life he can’t remember.
Can they get it together to save themselves or Elliot?
Excerpt
It was dark when he stepped out into the back entrance of the penthouse. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he walked. George should be in bed as he was generally an early riser, but Jesse half expected him to be consoling his pain with a slave.
He paused in front of the play room, swallowing hard. What if his actions had been the final straw in George moving on? What if…
It was too painful to finish the thought. He set his hand on the handle, telling himself he could face what he found inside. He turned it silently and pushed the heavy door forward. It was dark inside, only the lights of the city illuminating the toys spread over the massive wall. The door was soundproof, but now that it was open, all he heard was the light snore of a slave. He closed the door quickly and then pressed a hand into his aching chest. He stalked forward, seeing the flicker of a fire on the wall as he approached the living room.
He stepped around the corner to find George looking pensive staring into the fire, drink in hand. He paused, waiting for an invitation. One never came. George acted as though he didn’t see him. Jesse opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t an apology that could even cover the pain he’d put George through.
He fell to his knees. “Forgive me,” he whispered.
George didn’t respond. Jesse fell forward pressing his forehead into the cool hardwood floor. Warm hands closed around his arms, dragging him to his feet, and he was enveloped in George’s arms. His eyes started to mist, and he couldn’t catch a full breath. It was all too much to bear. He’d left his heart when he left George, and there were no words for what it felt like to be back here. He buried his face in George’s neck and wrapped his arms around him. George kissed every spot he could reach on Jesse in their position.
It was so much more than dominant and submissive like this. Jesse’s heart ached. The pain radiated through his bones. He’d been holding off losing it for so long he hadn’t even realize how bad the pain had gotten, how numb he’d been.
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Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/damages-incurred-by-j-r-gray
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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0113CZU6M
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Other books in the bestselling Bound Series by J.R. Gray
Legally Bound – UK – All Romance eBooks
Breach of Contract – UK – All Romance eBooks
Author Bio
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.
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