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Claddagh & Chaos by @CPoponea

The ABCs of Romance 

Happy Friday, loves. Today is all about Claddagh and Chaos by Cayce Poponea, the second book in the Shamrocks series, coming April 11, 2015. 

Claddagh & Chaos by Cayce Poponea

Shamrocks left us with Patrick posing an intriguing question. What exactly happened during those twenty five years? We know that they got their happily ever after, but how did Patrick and Christi get there? Could love have a shelf life?

Publication Date: April 11, 2015
Add Claddagh & Chaos to your TBR list on Goodreads.

Shamrocks & Secrets

Event planning, dealing with demanding clients and defusing situations before they get out of hand are all in a days work for Christi O'Rourke. But when a mystery man seems to appear at every turn will she have the ability to handle him as well?

Power and wealth are staples in the world of Patrick Malloy. But when family obligations dictate his future, a future involving a certain spirited young woman, will Patrick have what it takes to win her heart or will his lifestyle place her in more danger than he ever dreamed of?

You can pick up a copy of Shamrocks & Secrets on Amazon.

About the Author

Cayce Poponea currently resides in Southern Georgia, with her three dogs and wonderful husband. A true romantic at heart, she writes the type of fiction that she loves to read. When she isn’t sitting behind her computer screen, creating yet another heart stopping, page turning novel. You can find her enjoying down time with her family.

All It Takes by @CDugmoreWrites #atozchallenge

The ABCs of Romance - A to Z Challenge

We're kicking off the A to Z Challenge with a serial romance by one of my favorite people, Clare Dugmore. 

All It Takes by Clare Dugmore

All It Takes is one night to change the rest of their lives. 

Graduating Uni, travelling Europe and buying her own place – these are on Megan Green’s to-do list. At just twenty-two, becoming a mother isn’t.

Fast cars, expensive clothes and bedding a different women every night – this is how Kian Murphy spends his time when not in the MMA ring. Pre-natal scans and birthing classes are not on his agenda. 

After a chance meeting and passionate encounter, Megan finds herself pregnant with Kian’s child. But with a womanizing reputation, and a temper that often leads him into trouble, Kian is hardly boyfriend material, let alone father material. 

Now Megan and Kian must work out if they have All It Takes to turn their one-night-stand into a relationship that will connect them for a life-time. 

All It Takes is a dual-POV new-adult, contemporary-romance about responsibility, love and discovering who you are in life. 

It can be found on claredugmore.com or on the following websites:

Wattpad | FictionPress | DeviantArt | Figment | Movellas 
About the Author

Clare is a thirty-something, married, mother of two from the West Midlands, of England.

She's been writing since her teens, cutting her writing teeth in the world of fan fiction. Since 2010, she's been focusing more seriously on original writing, taking part in NaNoWriMo three times, and for the few years treating blogging and writing like a day job.

After numerous novels in various stages of revisions, in 2015 she decided to go back to her roots, and publish a serialized novel.

Sinful Sunday: Blue Lace - #erotica

Happy Sinday, loves. 

Only six more days until RAVISHED is here! To tide us over, I have a little Sinday read for you. Enjoy, and I will see you back here on the 1st for the A to Z Challenge. And then again on the 5th for the release of RAVISHED!
 
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"Mia?" Ethan's voice rang through their condo.

"In here!" Mia fiddled with the knob on the washer again, trying to force it to do her bidding. It wasn't cooperating, of course. The stupid thing rarely did anymore. "Stupid freaking machine," she cursed, huffing in frustration.

"What's wrong?" her husband asked, coming up behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, and instantly forgot about the washer.

Ethan Ridley was six foot five inches of perfection. His dark hair was still wet from the shower. He was nude from the waist up, the ridges of his abdominals on full display. A damp towel hung in his hands, his jeans resting low on his hips.

He took her breath away.

"Hi," she whispered as his gaze raked over her body. She felt her cheeks begin to flush at the hungry look in his eyes. She could get lost in those green eyes. She already had gotten lost in them, letting them lift her up and bring her back down again… so many times since he'd walked into her life a year ago, she'd lost count.

When he was inside of her, those eyes commanded her, compelled her, owned her.

She wasn't complaining.

"You aren't dressed." The way he said it, voice pitched low, sent a little chill racing through her.

"No." She looked up at him through her lashes, her back still to him. "I'm not."

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped into the laundry room with her. The towel fell into the basket by his feet as his hand came up to sweep across the blue lace covering the swells of her ass.

She moaned softly at that sinful touch.

He stroked again, teasing her.

"Ethan," she said it as if she were chastising him. They both knew she wasn't. Her hips pushed back against his hand of their own volition, inviting him to touch, taste, take….

Ethan never needed to be invited twice. His lower body pressed into her bottom as he leaned over her and kissed a lazy line along her bare shoulder. "You taste good, angel."

Her head fell to the side, the scrape of his stubble along her skin pulling a moan from her lips. "You feel good." She wriggled against the erection already straining at his jeans. "Really good."

"Mm," he hummed, nipping playfully at her ear.

His hand slipped around her waist, splaying wide across her stomach and pulling her into him. She raised her arms to wind them around his neck, wanting to feel the weight of his chest against her back. Nothing in the world felt better than his body pressed fully against hers during moments like this.

"Stay there," he whispered in her ear, reaching out to hold her hands down on the top of the washer. He bit into her shoulder, harder than before, grinding his erection into her ass. "Do you want me?"

"You know I do," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "I always want you."

"Good." One hand raked up her back to the clasp of her matching blue lace bra. He flicked it open, kissing her shoulder blades as he slipped the straps down her arms. "I want you right here."

"Here?" She wasn't sure how they were going to make that work. The laundry room was small, barely enough room to work with.

"Here," he whispered, his mouth at her ear again. "Now."

Her stomach flipped at the husky tone of his voice. His warm breath rushed across her neck, fanning tendrils of hair against her already sensitive skin. God, one touch from him and he had her hot, wet, ready.

She'd never get enough of that.

"Lift your hands," he commanded as her bra fell down her forearms, exposing her breasts.

She lifted first one hand and then the other, allowing him to pull the bra off and toss it… who knew where. Who cared? His big hands were cupping her breasts, stroking across the tips and causing heat to pool low in her belly. That's all that mattered.

"Fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against his chest.

He groaned quietly at her curse. She knew what it did to him when that word fell from her lips and said it intentionally. She loved the little groans that rumbled from his chest when she said it. She lived for the way his hips ground into her and his hands tightened on her body each time she cursed.

One of his hands traveled down her body, his fingertips stroking softly across her pebbled skin until he reached the top of her panties. "You wore these for me," he murmured, dipping a finger beneath the sheer blue lace.

"Maybe." Her breath caught in her throat.

"Maybe?" He snapped the fabric against her skin in disapproval of her answer, causing a tiny sting against her skin. It didn't hurt, instead adding another layer to the desire already pumping through her veins.

"Mmhmm, maybe," she teased, circling her hips against his erection.

He leaned forward and bit at her shoulder again; another little punishment for her answer. She moaned softly, loving the feel of his teeth in her skin.

"Siren," he muttered, fingers delving beneath the blue lace to tease at her sex. "Tell me you wore them for me."

"You know I did," she answered, a jolt going through her. "You love these panties. They drove you crazy the first time you saw me in them."

She leaned back into him again, turned her face to the side and pressed a kiss to his nipple. He groaned as her tongue flickered across the hard nub. The hand on her breast tightened, teasing. She teased back, pulling a growl from deep within his chest.

"Stop," he demanded, leaning back away from her tempting mouth.

She pouted up at him, not ready to stop her exploration just yet, and followed him backward. Her teeth raked across his chest, her tongue darting out to taste him. His jaw clenched as his head lolled back on his shoulders.

"Christ," he breathed.

Her mouth curved upward as she nipped again. "You taste good," she murmured against his skin. He was all Ethan… warm skin, light soap, and the subtle taste of sex. She hummed in appreciation, loving how his warm skin felt on her tongue.

"Mia…" Her name on his lips was a warning, a plea, a groan.

She nipped at him again.

"Dammit," he growled and grabbed her around the waist, bending her forward over the washer again. His hands pressed hers into the top, curling her fingers around the edges. "Don't. Move." The words were a dangerous velvet whisper in her ear, sending sparks dancing along her skin as he pressed himself into her. He was a hard weight atop her back, his heart hammering against her shoulder blade.

She clutched the washer tighter, holding on for dear life as his hands slid up her arms, and down her back. He peeled his body from hers slowly as his hands descended, the loss of his weight barely felt before the electricity sparking from his hands took over.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, a sigh of pleasure escaping her parted lips.

"I love these panties," he whispered, hands stroking and spreading her ass beneath the lace. "You're so fucking sexy, baby."

She expected him to peel the lacy fabric down, but he didn't. One hand delved beneath to slide along her soaked folds.

"You're wet already for me. Good girl."

She didn't have a chance to say anything before he was there, right where she needed him. Fingers pressing inside, twisting, plunging… fucking her.

"Oh fuck," she hissed, bucking her hips at his sweet, sweet invasion.

"Stay still," he reminded her.

His free hand pressed against the center of her back to hold her still beneath his onslaught. She needed the help. The way his fingers felt inside of her was too good, too real. Her body demanded she move, that she press back against him, ride his hand.

Of course he wasn't going to let her.

Not after her teasing him about the panties, disobeying him when he told her to stop.

"Feel good, baby?" he asked, still working her furiously. His palm rubbed against her ass with each thrust of his fingers into her wet heat, and dear God in heaven, she wanted more.

"Yes," she moaned, her fingers digging hard into the washer to keep herself still. It was no easy feat, not when he already had her on the edge.

"Good."

His hand slipped out of her panties.

"No!" She couldn't stop the cry of disappointment breaking from her lips. She was right there, right on the edge. She needed him to send her over.

"Ah-ah," he warned, pressing her down with that same hand against the center of her back as she struggled upward in sexually frustrated outrage. "Stay there."

"Ethan, please," she begged, need bubbling through her so hard she was ready to fall to her knees and plead with him to touch her again. To make her come this time. "I need you."

"I know, baby. Just wait, I'll take care of you."

She felt more than saw him drop to his knees behind her, and oh God.... She gritted her teeth to stop from pressing her thighs together to release the pressure building inside of her at the reminder of what he could do to her on his knees.

"Spread your legs for me."

She inched them out slowly, stabilizing her weight with her arms on the washer. Her elbows dug into the steel top as she braced herself, trying to compensate for her trembling legs.

She could feel his breath across her ass and she wanted it.

His hands slid up her thighs, fingers teasing the insides. "You wore these panties for me," he murmured as the very tips of his fingers came to rest on her sex. "I want to enjoy them, baby." His nose nuzzled into her as he inhaled deeply. "You smell like fucking heaven."

Oh. God.

"Please, please," she chanted, rocking on her arms in anticipation.

His tongue darted out and licked along the blue lace seam once and then again. He sucked the fabric into his mouth, licking and sucking away the evidence of her need for him.

"So fucking good," he finally muttered when she was whimpering for more… and then he really set to work. Yanking her panties to the side, he buried his face in her. She could feel his head against her ass, his tongue plunging deep into her drenched folds.

"Fuck!" she screamed as she came on his tongue almost immediately, body slumping forward over the washer. She was shaking, her legs threatening to send her into a little sated puddle in the floor, but that didn't stop him.

He just turned her around with his hands on her hips, lifted one leg over his shoulder and went to work again. Lips pulling at her clit, teeth nibbling, tongue thrusting in and out of her as if he really were fucking her with it. She gripped his hair and held on hard, the sounds coming from her mouth indistinguishable, loud… unstoppable.

He stopped as suddenly as he'd started, and this time, the panties did come down.

He tossed them aside as soon as they were off her legs and worked his way up her body, kissing her thighs, the little thatch of curls above her pussy, her stomach, and breasts. She leaned backward as he rose up, and moaned loudly when he licked a line from her chest up to her ear, leaving her sticky juices in his wake.

"You taste so fucking good, angel," he whispered, grinding his cock into her again. "I could fuck you with my tongue like that all day."

"Oh God, please." It was the only thing she could say.

"I want to fuck you in truth though, right here," he continued, reaching between them to undo the button on his pants. "Hard. Do you want my cock, Mia?"

She didn't even have to think about her answer before it was rolling from her lips. "Yes. God, yes."

"Good girl," he whispered as his jeans hit the floor. His arms circled around her, lifting her up. "Sit here for me."

She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders as he sat her atop the washer and stepped up flush against her. His cock fell against her – hard, heavy. She whimpered wordlessly, mind hazy and body as needy as if he hadn't just given her one hell of an orgasm.

"Hold tight," he whispered.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he lined himself up with her entrance.

One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt.

Her head fell back, a cry of pleasure bubbling from her throat. He claimed it, his mouth covering hers hard and drinking in the sound. She let him have it, let him have her. Every scream, every delirious cry, and every scrape of her nails into his skin. She could taste herself on him and it drove her wild.

He took that wildness too, urging her on with his hands on each side of her body and his hips pistoning back and forth as he filled her, fucked her. "Tell me how it feels," he panted in her ear, biting and sucking at her skin again. "I want to hear you, baby."

"So good," she gasped. "You're so fucking deep."

The washer shook beneath her with the force of his thrusts, rattling like it was in danger of collapsing beneath her. She didn't care if it did, just so long as he didn't stop.

"Oh please," she groaned, her breasts rubbing against his chest until her nipples were as sensitive as her folds. And those… those felt every move he made, every little shift, every thrust.

"Please what?" he demanded, sucking her tongue into his mouth again and then again. It matched what he was doing below… in when he went in, out when he did.

Her fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders, nails scoring marks into his skin. Didn't matter. She knew he'd wear those marks proudly.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, her head lolling back on her neck.

"I am fucking you," he chuckled. "But maybe…." He backed off for just a second and wrapped one leg around his waist. It pulled her ass half off the washer, opened her up wider to his thrusts.

"Oh!" She couldn't help the half surprised, half delirious cry as he went deeper, faster.

"Fuck, yes." His fingers dug into her ass as he thrust hard. "So… goddamned… tight, baby."

That was nothing but the truth. She could feel the play of her inner muscles against his broad head with each thrust. It bumped against them, catching just so with each powerful thrust, causing her to contract and pull him deeper.

"I want what's mine, Mia," he growled, his teeth raking roughly across her nipple. "Come on my cock."

Those words did something to her every single time he uttered them. Every single time he told her that he wanted her orgasm, that it belonged to him, that he wanted to feel it on his cock… it hit her deep, stroking like silk across that one spot so deep in her stomach, only he could touch it. She was helpless when he hit that spot, completely owned by him, the shape of those words leaving his mouth, and the feel of his cock striking home inside of her.

Every. Single. Time.

He roared her name as she came around him, just like he wanted. Her muscles gripped him tight, pulling him in deep and refusing to let him go again until he gave her what she wanted: his come in her. He didn't disappoint this time either. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her as her own orgasm milked him. It was pure ecstasy.

The washer rattled a final time beneath them as they rode out those moments where pleasure and pain mixed with such perfection bliss stretched out for miles. When she landed, it was soft, warm… so very, very good.

Ethan collapsed half on top of her as he came back down, panting and pressing soft, adoring kisses into her skin. "You're beautiful," he breathed. "So fucking beautiful, baby."

In that moment, she felt beautiful, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"So are you," she whispered.

He kissed her gently, reverently, and wrapped his arms around her.

She smiled as he lifted her carefully from the washer… and then snorted as her heavy eyes caught sight of the knob.

The damn thing had turned.

Go figure.

RAVISHED for LOVE146. #endtrafficking

Hello, loves.

While RAVISHED deals with drug trafficking, it's no secret that the illegal trafficking of children and women often goes hand-in-hand with the drug trade. In many nations, children are used as drug mules, forced to carry narcotics across borders on their way to a home no child should ever have to experience. It's the same for thousands of women all over the world. With this in mind, I recently asked my Facebook friends and readers to recommend their favorite charity that works with victims of trafficking crimes.

I'm very proud to say that I was given some phenomenal suggestions. Out of those, I've chosen Love146, an organization working in twelve locations around the world to end child trafficking and exploitation. Love146 works directly with survivors, providing care and support, in the Philippines, the United States, and the United Kingdom. Love146 also provides prevention education and training for law enforcement officials in nations around the world.

50% of release week proceeds will go to Love146 to help them carry out their mission. This, of course, includes proceeds from pre-orders. After release week, 10% of proceeds will go to Love146, and 5% to a women's shelter, chosen by the Combs family.

So how can you help? Simple: Pre-order your copy of RAVISHED, and spread the word so your friends can do the same. The links are below for you, along with graphics you are free to use as you see fit. And don't forget to use the #endtrafficking tag on your posts! :)

Learn More about LOVE146: http://love146.org/
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Pre-Order Autographed copy of RAVISHED: http://goo.gl/r0d2l3

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Teaser Tuesday: All Cried Out

Happy Tuesday, loves! 

I hope your week is going well. It's a very sad week around here. Our thirteen-year-old terrier to be put to sleep this weekend. Our home will not be the same without her here to boss us all around and rule like the little queen she is. Cancer is awful. 

So with that hanging over our heads, I thought we could use a little happy. Today's teaser is from All Cried Out, sequel to All Falls Down. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse of Savannah and Jared's life together. 


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"She's so beautiful today," Katrina Talbot says, leaning across our table to whisper to me. Her eyes are locked on Savannah, who's sitting beside me, talking animatedly with Demetri's parents on her other side.

"I know."

Little puffs of laughter come from Savannah every few seconds as Marcus tells her about my brother's comical first deep-sea fishing expedition with him and Demetri. My girl doesn't have a care in the world, and I can't take my eyes off of her.

"We're going dress shopping tomorrow," Alicia informs me.

I swallow hard, almost choking on my wine.

Lexi laughs quietly from across the table. "Breathe, Jared," she teases me.

I shoot her a dirty look when I see the amused smirk on her face.

She merely grins at me, relaxed for the first time all evening. She's been tense, her frustrated gaze drifting to Parker at her side every few seconds. Parker is behaving himself, chatting easily with my parents and Maddi, seemingly sparing Lexi no attention. It's an act though. As soon as her eyes move away from him, his are on her, appreciation in his dark gaze.

I have a feeling things are going to get interesting for both of them soon. I've looked at Savannah the same way since the moment she crashed into me at the airport the day she flew home. If she was in the room, my eyes were on her. I doubt Lex and Parker realizes what's going on between them yet, but they will soon enough.

I think he could be good for her, if she lets him in.

My gaze drifts back to Savannah when a loud laugh breaks from her lips. She and Portia are almost doubled over, their eyes watering as Chris breaks into Marcus's story to defend himself.

"No one told me I was going to be wrestling a fucking shark in a tiny boat in the middle of the Pacific! The damn thing came out of the water like Jaws. I swear to God, even the music played," he says and then hums the Jaws theme at the top of his lungs.

"Oh my god, stop!" Savannah pleads, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I can't wait to see her in a wedding dress," I murmur. Christ, my mouth is bone dry at just the thought, and I'm hard all over again. How am I supposed to survive the next two months?

"Two months," Kit says as if reading my mind.

She, Alicia, and Lexi laugh when a big, dopey grin spreads across my face.

"Make sure she gets whatever she wants tomorrow," I request of Kit, knowing damn well Savannah will choose what she thinks she can have instead of what she wants if left to her own devices. I want her in the dress of her dreams, one she'll remember for the rest of our lives. It'll be the only wedding dress she ever wears.

"We've got it under control," Lexi promises.

I blink, caught off guard. "You're going with them?"

"Of course." Lexi shifts uncomfortably, her gaze darting to Savannah and then back to me. She offers me a tiny smile, and I know she heard me yesterday, that she's trying to let go of everything that's happened and reclaim her friendship with my girl.

"You are?" Savannah spins in her seat to face Lexi, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Lexi stares at her for a moment and then smiles again. "I wouldn't miss it," she says.

A giant smile spreads across Savannah's face. She flings her arms around my neck and presses her lips to my cheek. That vanilla and sex scent hits me like a fist, and I can't take it anymore. The events of the last two days crash through me at once. The control I've barely been clinging to all evening snaps, and I need her. Now.

Double Cover Reveal! The Duke's Bedeviled Bride & Starry Night by Nina Mason

Today we're unveiling the covers of Author Nina Mason's next two releases, The Duke's Bedeviled Bride, book two in the Royal Pains series, and Starry Knight, book one in The Knights of Avalon series.

Here's the cover for The Duke's Bedeviled Bride, the follow-up to Devil in Duke's Clothing:


Royal Pains, Book 2, releases May 9, but you can pre-order it now!
The tawdry tale of the Duke and Duchess of Dunwoody continues...
Maggie Armstrong, the long-lost illegitimate daughter of the heir presumptive to the throne, is bedeviled by her husband's limited definition of fidelity. After observing him in a menage a trois at the court of King Charles II, she is determined to bring him around to her way of thinking—by any means necessary.
Robert doesn’t mind being punished for his transgressions. Rather, he enjoys being whipped, especially by his beloved bride. Unfortunately, her heart might not belong to him alone. His younger brother, who he’d sent abroad to clear the way for himself, is coming home sooner than expected, and Maggie’s feelings for Hugh may not be as dead as her husband had hoped
Both duke and duchess soon learn, to their peril, Hugh Armstrong is not the honorable man they’d been led to believe. Insanely jealous of his brother’s situation, Hugh will stop at nothing to strip Robert of all he holds dear—including his life. 

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Here is the cover for Starry Knight, book one of The Knights of Avalon Series:

Starry Knight will be released August 4 by Lyrical/Kensington
and is available now for pre-order. 

Can these star-crossed lovers bridge two worlds?
British aristocrat Vanessa Bentley has beauty, fame, and fortune, but she gets no respect for her decision to become a paranormal investigator. Determined to prove the naysayers wrong, Vanessa ventures to the misty moors of Caithness, Scotland. There stands the immense Castle Barrogill, where a vampire is rumored to be stalking the dungeons—a vampire Vanessa is determined to find.
She just has to get past the resident shape-shifter…
Callum Lyon is the gorgeous reclusive astrologer and faery knight who guards the castle. For free-spirited Vanessa, seducing him proves to be easy. After all, he was once a breeding drone to a Queen. But astrologically, their differences are harder to overcome. Will Vanessa’s mission—and Callum’s secrets—be more than their burgeoning love can take? Or will flesh—and blood—win over the ghosts that haunt them both? ….
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Nina Mason, author Nina Mason is a hopeful romantic with strong affinities for history, mythology, and the metaphysical. She strives to write the same kind of books she loves to read: those that entertain, edify, educate, and enlighten. She is the author of The Queen of Swords, a darkly erotic Scottish paranormal romance/urban fantasy, and The Tin Man, a political thriller, both published by Vamptasy/CHBB. Devil in Duke’s Clothing is her first historical romance and Royal Pains is her first series. Starry Knight, book one in a second series titled Knights of Avalon, will be released in August 2015 by Lyrical/ Kensington. When not writing, Ms. Mason works as a communications consultant, doll maker, and home stager. Born and raised in Orange County, California, the author currently lives with her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and a Westie just north of Atlanta, Georgia.
Here are Nina’s social media links:

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Teaser Tuesday: RAVISHED

Happy Tuesday, sweet loves! 

I have a little teaser from RAVISHED for you. I also have some news! Those of you who would like to pre-order an autographed copy of RAVISHED may do so right here on my website. Pre-ordered books are $13, which includes shipping to the United States and Canada, and books will be shipped as soon as they arrive. You can use the link above to order, or you can find the store page by clicking on Books in the menu, and then Store. Autographed copies of FADE, FALL, and ALL FALLS DOWN are also available for the same price.

Have you signed up for the Blog Tour yet? If not, there's still time! You can sign up to participate here.

And now I return you to your regularly scheduled teaser. :)  Teaser Tuesday

"Paulo Vetrov has been in touch with a cartel in Mexico."

"A cartel?" Lillian blinked.

"Yeah."

"Like a Mexican drug cartel?"

He nodded.

"Holy shit," she whispered, her eyes widening. "That's bad."

"Yeah, it's bad."

"When? I mean, how long-?"

He knew what she couldn't seem to force out. How long did they have until all hell broke loose? If they were lucky, they had six weeks before Vetrov and Francisco started shipping the shit out by the boat load. Tristan wasn't counting on those six weeks though. The stakes were too high to take that kind of risk.

"Three weeks. Tops," he said.

Lillian paled visibly.

"We're going back to Teplo tomorrow night, sweetheart."

Lillian swallowed hard, her gaze skittering away from his.

He watched her for a long time, waiting for her to say something, but she didn't. She stared down at the table, her expression carefully blank as the little clock over the table ticked. The loud clicks were the only sound in the room. One minute dragged by and then two. Three. Four.

His heart threatened to explode while he waited for her to say something.

"Okay," she finally whispered, refusing to meet his gaze. Her hand shook when she reached for her fork. Halfway through cutting a piece of her toast, she dropped the pretense, letting the fork clatter to the table on a choked whimper. 

New Release: Skip to the Good Part vol. 4

It’s release day for Skip to the Good Part Vol 4!! Check out all the fantastic details of this sexy anthology and make sure to grab your copy at it’s introductory price!!

Find your next red-hot read in this sizzling collection of sexy scenes. Volume Four offers even more great reads. 


Skip to the Good Part 4: 20 Authors Reveal Their Steamiest Scenes offers face-fanning romance and tie-me-up sizzle (and everything in between) from top authors including New York Times and USA Today bestsellers.

This collection features a hostage who finds kinky ménages with her captors more exciting than her family’s sheep farm, a culinary student who is secretly hot for another guy in his class, a male escort who falls for his beautiful but innocent neighbor, an aspiring lawyer who doesn’t have time for a temptingly hot mechanic, and a woman who’s fallen in love—and lust—with a werewolf. 


Read 20 of the best steamy scenes in steamy and erotic romance today. This 250-page collection will get your blood pumping, your heart racing, and your skin tingling. You’re sure to discover a new favorite. 

Due to the graphic nature of some content, this collection is recommended strictly for mature readers.
New York Times bestsellers:
Emma Hart
Melissa Foster
Annika Martin
Marquita Valentine
V. M. Black
Viola Rivard


USA Today bestsellers:
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Featuring:
Carlie Sexton
Liv Morris
Jami Denise
S. R. Grey
Eileen Griffin and Nikka Michaels
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Review: Chlorine and Chaos by @JessalynJameson

Former rebel-punk foster child. 

Has-been golden boy swim champ. 

Second chance at the love of a lifetime, or all-consuming mistake?

Drowning in guilt, Sage Shepard and Brandon Tiggs have spent the last seven years blaming themselves for their post-graduation break-up. Brand numbs the pain by sleepwalking through his monotonous existence. Sage seeks solace in random strangers—names optional. 

When Sage returns to the town she left years ago, she unknowingly walks right back into Brand’s life. Mid-divorce, Brand sees Sage’s return as the opportunity of a lifetime. But Sage doesn’t believe in second chances, and still hasn’t forgiven herself for the mistakes she made in the most important relationship of her existence. 

Their all-consuming love reignites, and as passion threatens to undo them, it’s all either can do to stay afloat. 

Some mistakes refuse to stay in the past.

Sometimes ‘wrong’ is the best kind of right.

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My Review:
I stayed up entirely too late reading this last night. Every time I'd prepare to stop for the night, something would happen and I'd have to keep going. I love Jessalyn's writing style. It's absolutely beautiful.

Sage is a hot mess, and I have to admit that I loved and hated that about her in turns. That's a good thing. Having endured all she has, I expected nothing less from her. Abuse isn't pretty and the long-term effects can be brutal. Sage is a perfect representation of this sad reality. She's flawed. She makes mistakes. She's realistic.

Brand is hot. He loves Sage and is very open about that fact. But damn, I wanted to shake sense into him and Sage both at various times. He, too, makes more than his fair share of mistakes.

I absolutely adore Jimmy. Kudos to Jessalyn for writing him so well. He's innocent in so many ways, and so wise in others. I just love him.

There were a few areas of the book that I had to fight through, not because they were poorly written, but because they were just painful to read. Artie for one. Leonard for another. Just grr. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed this book, painful parts included, and am looking forward to the next in the series. This was a very solid debut for Ms. Jessalyn.

4.5 of 5 stars.

All Cried Out: Release News and Excerpt

Hi, loves!

I'm very happy to announce that All Cried Out, the exciting conclusion to Jared and Savannah's story, will release to print and Kindle on June 7, 2015! All Cried Out, told exclusively in Jared's POV, follows our couple as the past catches up to them in ways neither ever expected, threatening their lives and their relationship. The entire crazy cast of characters will return, and you'll be introduced to a few you haven't yet met. :)

With Jared Corbit and Savannah Martin's wedding day quickly approaching, everything should be golden, but their trouble has only just begun. When the media learns of the damage Stewart Paulson has inflicted on the Talbot family, Savannah and Jared get caught in the cross-hairs.

Even worse, the past has caught up with Savannah in a big way, and nothing will prepare her or Jared for the danger headed their way or the devastating decisions they'll be forced to make as a result.  

Jared's determined to protect his fiancée from the people milling in the shadows, but good intentions only go so far. When Savannah learns the truth he's desperately trying to keep from her, their future together begins to unravel. How can she trust him when he's lying to her?

And just how far is he willing to go to protect the woman he loves from her past?

Read the entire prologue here. 

If you haven't read All Falls Down yet, what are you waiting for?! You can get it for $2.99 for Kindle, or in print from most major retailers!  xoxo,
Ayden Morgen