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Christmas Fantasy by Siren Allen @SirenAllen ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Christmas Fantasy SERIES – Fantasy Diary Series AUTHOR – Siren Allen GENRE – Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 6/10/2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) –258 pages PUBLISHER – Driven Independent Media COVER ARTIST – Driven Independent MediaBOOK SYNOPSIS

One bite was all it took.It’s that time of year again. Alyssa Blakely is busy writing in her fantasy diary, filling it with all her forbidden, sexual fantasies. The star: her very sexy boss, Devin Jordan. Too bad for her, he’s never given her a second glance.Or so she thought…After a steamy kiss under the mistletoe and a night of wild sex, Alyssa has the bite to prove just how wrong she was.Devin Jordan has found his mate. The only problem: she’s human. He’s not. Can he prove to her that his inner beast can be both naughty and nice? Or will her fear of the unknown and a threat neither of them saw coming keep him from claiming her?BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UKEXCERPT

She sat down and stared into her plate, refusing to look anywhere else. She needed to wrap her mind around what was happening. Devin Jordan had just licked her down there. Wow! Not once since she’d been working for him had she thought he would ever behave like this… with her.

She was thankful when Devin got up with his plate. She hoped he would empty it then head into the living room to start on the Christmas tree. She was surprised when he sat down in the chair right next to her, and continued eating his breakfast. Alyssa was too nervous to eat. She picked over her food with her fork.

“Is me sitting by you a problem?” He asked between bites.

“Of course not, why would it be?”

“You’re not eating. Would you like for me to feed you?”

“Um, I’m not very hungry.” Alyssa bit into a piece of bacon and forced herself to swallow.

“You taste better than this food does,” he told her.

Alyssa coughed, nearly choking on the bacon she’d forced herself to eat. Devin patted her on the back. How embarrassing.

“Open your mouth,” Devin said.

AUTHOR BIOHi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. I have no children… yet, wish me luck! My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer, you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.I write books for all paranormal romance lovers. It doesn’t matter if you’re white, black, brown, male, female or a zombie…. yes I do have a friend that’s a zombie. Bottom line is, my characters reflect everyday people and everyday people love reading about love. Throw in some awesome sex and you have the perfect recipe. Enjoy!AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE WEBSITE / BLOG FACEBOOK TWITTER PINTEREST GOODREADS Siren’s Newsletter: Join to stay updated on the Fantasy Diary Series and more new releases: Free first chapter of Christmas Fantasy
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Published on January 11, 2016 21:00

Keeper, Stranger Series Book 3 by Heather C. Myers @heathercmyers ~ A YA Dark Fantasy

Title: Keeper, Stranger Series Book 3Author: Heather C. MyersGenre: YA Dark FantasyHosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: Danger lurks in the most familiar places.When General Arbuckle reveals the peculiar existence to the world, the Academy of Peculiars is forced to close as a way to protect the faculty and students. Sophie Harper is more focused on the fact that her best friend, Jane, may actually be alive than Arbuckle and the United States military. Daryl's older and mental brother, Marvin, is quick to promise Jane's safe return after brokering a deal with Daryl and Ethan, the academy's dean. But something doesn't sit well with Sophie about Marvin, and if Jane wasn't involved, she's certain Daryl wouldn't have trusted his brother. On top of that, a familiar body winds up slaughtered at the academy gates. Now it's up to Sophie to figure out who could have done it and why, while dodging flying bullets and suspicious ex-boyfriends. Will wants nothing more to protect her; Sophie wants nothing more than find her friend - and herself.In the epic conclusion to the Stranger Series, Sophie will learn that just because someone is ambitious does not mean they're evil, those that she trusts the most have the power to betray her with relative ease, and the best relationship she can ever hope to have is the one with herself.

Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I'm a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says 'like' more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I'm a 26 year old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I'm a writer. Like, for real. I recently signed with Anchor Group Publishing, which will see two of my series being published this year. I've self-published over 15 books, with more on the way, so I'm familiar with both a hybrid-traditional publishing method as well as self-publishing. I don't speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I'm feeling particularly mischievous). I'm lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have a beautiful baby girl. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL - FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.
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Published on January 11, 2016 21:00

Another in the Bad Boyfriends Series: Curling Iron by Nya Rawlyns @Nya_Rawlyns ~ A Romantic Comedy

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Curling Iron SERIES – Bad Boyfriends Series AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns GENRE – Romantic Comedy, Gay Fiction PUBLICATION DATE – July 12, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 118/34483 PUBLISHER – Pub/Right COVER ARTIST – Dreams2MediaBOOK SYNOPSIS

Book #1 in the Bad Boyfriends SeriesKane leads a double life. By day, he pumps iron, running a fitness center, where jocks and Cougar flock for the burn and the ’tude. By night, it's something else entirely that gets pumped, as Kane swaps sweats for Armani to cater to an exclusive clientele, willing to pay well to indulge their special interests and tastes. His double life isn’t a problem until his conniving ex tightens the financial screws.Finding and retaining suitable companions for his after-dark clients isn’t easy. David Black’s pole dancing performance at a friend's club hints that he might hit all the bullet points on Kane’s list of requirements, in a way that could mean something other than “just business.”David is out of work and out of options, so when he’s offered the choice of starvation or performing both on and off the stage, it’s a no-brainer. Kane’s offer of a position with the escort service is as attractive as the man himself, and David agrees to a trial period involving certain conditions. He quickly finds that he’s out of his depth.Confronted with unanticipated roadblocks, one thing is clear… neither man is taking no for an answer.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK AMAZON PAPERBACK BARNES & NOBLES NOOK ITUNES GOODREADS

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After an especially raunchy pole dance performance, David heads to his dressing room for the lucrative meet ’n greets, only this time it’s just one guy. David suspects he’s a cop…

Clearing my throat, I plastered polite on my face, and asked, “You wanted to see me?” He wasn’t a customer. No point in pretending otherwise.

He turned.

I swallowed. My tongue thickened. Spit pooled in my mouth, threatening to drizzle down my chin.

He nodded. I nodded. I went to sit in the folding chair in front of the desk.

“Don’t.”

I didn’t.

The soft cashmere turtleneck was a dead giveaway. This was my too smexy for his shoes guy from the audience, the one sitting next to the stage, the one I’d copped a feel with my eyes at the end of the routine… That one. There. Giving me a once, twice, thrice-over.

The pouch bulged.

A grin played at the corners of his mouth. I hoped he had handcuffs. I really hoped he liked doing bad cop.

He held out a hand, said, “I’m Kane.”

We shook. I shook, mostly inside, but it was a close call. I had the presence of mind to ask, “May I see some identification?”

He looked surprised, but fished in an interior pocket and pulled out a small, flat metal holder. He withdrew a business card and handed it over.

I stared, not exactly processing much…

BAD BOYFRIENDS 1-800-bad-boys

While I mouthed Bad Boyfriends, he said, “I have a proposal for you, Mr.—”

“Black. David Black.”

AUTHOR BIO Author Photo - Nya Rawlns

Writer, editor and hopeless romantic.Nya Rawlyns has lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback, and been owned by two Newfoundlands. She is staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses. She never met a potato chip she didn't like and she lifts weights - which is probably fortuitous as she really likes potato chips. But mostly she loves happy endings, even when she has to make them up.

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Published on January 10, 2016 21:00

O Captain! My Captain! by V.L. Locey @VLLocey ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – O Captain! My Captain! SERIES – To Love a Wildcat Series AUTHOR – V.L. Locey GENRE – Erotic Hockey Romance PUBLICATION DATE – Sept. 15, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 173 pages PUBLISHER – Gone Writing Publishing COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique - DusktilDawn DesignsBOOK SYNOPSIS

Being a single working mother isn`t easy. Just ask Maggie Charles. She`s juggling a job she hates, a rebellious teenage son, and the aftereffects of an abusive first marriage. There isn`t room in her life for a love affair, not that anyone would want to romance someone her age anyway, right? So why, after all these months, when she runs into the strapping Wildcats` captain at a charity event, does the sight of Derrick Andersson leave her so breathless once again? Is that really desire burning in the captain`s green eyes when he looks at her? Is it possible for a couple of been-there-and-done-that's to find love the second time around?BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US BARNES & NOBLES NOOKEXCERPT

Every sense I possessed switched to Derrick after the back of my legs bumped the mattress and box spring. The way he talked, moved, smelled, tasted, felt. He was imposing physically yes, but it was so much more than his physical presence. He was slowly making me feel like a sexy woman again. I hadn’t felt attractive for close to twenty years.

“It’s been a very long time for me,” I told him on a soft breath out as he kissed the spot where one thin strap had dug a slight groove into my shoulder.

“I don’t believe that,” he replied, moving the other strap off my shoulder with a soft flick of his finger. “I don’t believe the men you know are so stupid. You’re so beautiful.”

“Well, maybe they are…God.” I shuddered so violently I couldn’t speak when he unzipped my dress. It slid downward, getting caught on my arms where they were wound around him. “I don’t—yes, just please…okay, that’s so nice.”

His mouth had moved over my neck as his hands caressed my arms. I lowered my arms from his waist and the golden creation slid off over my wrists. I stepped out of the sequined puddle with his help.

AUTHOR BIO

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and three Jersey steers.When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS Website Facebook Twitter Pinterest Goodreads My blog tsúThis event has been organized & hosted by

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Published on January 09, 2016 21:00

#RPBP #LGBT #Romance Jack and The Magical Beanstalk #read #excerpt

#RPBP #LGBT #Romance Jack and The Magical Beanstalk #read #excerpt

I read this book and reviewed it as well. Here is what I thought of it:
This piece really reflects Pablo Michaels’ creativity. His string of word choices is clever and wraps the scene in vivid visuals. The imagery is sublime. Who is the old man, the stranger, and what does he have to do with Jack and his mother? Pablo has cleverly added poignant character depth by infusing some of Jack's genesis, his family, parents and farm life, even expanded upon it to describe the hardship which was the reason the cow was traded in the first place.
We have a strumming and artful gold harp—delightful—a young man running into forest. When they run into the thicket, do they meet all the other naked men? Are they slaves of the Giant? The panic and fright caused by the Giant was wonderfully underscored in his careful descriptions. I love these, 'rumbles of thunder', 'like a fox on a hunt', 'where daylight became dimmer'. Also his use of the 'thump, crunch' and the cackling hen really added an element of tension and heart pounding pursuit that was so tangible.
This was a cleverly layered piece that I think was a bang on perfect tie-in for the original fairytale story. Pablo adds depth to their situation and tragedy, multiple layers of tension and understanding. I love the fairytale as a child. I love this story as an adult; just love it. It is a well-crafted, beautifully developed, very sensuous taste of adventurous youth that just kept getting better. To the hilt: delicious, decadent and delectable.

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Published on January 09, 2016 14:15

Juniper’s Princess by Chelsea O’Neal @ChelCOneal ~ Release Angel Crest Trilogy Book 1

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Juniper’s Princess SERIES – Angel Crest Trilogy Book 1 AUTHOR – Chelsea O’Neal GENRE – Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – July 2, 2013 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 256 pages 126,174 words PUBLISHER – Mirador Publishing COVER ARTIST – Mallory Rock’s Art

BOOK SYNOPSISDaniah is different, she always has been and now her dreams and visions of the future are increasing, she knows her life is changing. She just doesn't know by how much...Jaiden is different, but he knows why and he knows his responsibilities. He must find the savior of his race, the angel human half-breeds who are fighting a war for humanity's souls.If he can't convince Daniah she is more than just a little different - she is a princess of their people - they are all going to hell.Unfortunately Daniah doesn't have many reasons to trust Jaiden, especially when he is caught in a web of his own lies. In a world where half-breed angels walk among us, fighting an evil for our souls, Daniah must find the strength to become the princess we all need.Chelsea O'Neal has a unique voice in storytelling, threading the characters lives together intricately to give us a complex web of good versus evil in a world descending into chaos...BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK AMAZON PAPERBACK BARNES & NOBLES NOOK BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK SMASHWORDS GOODREADS SHELFARI

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I round the corner to the living room and I see Trev lying on the sofa, asleep. I stop and stare; I’ve never noticed how incredibly handsome he is. I mean of course he is cute, but Jaiden is closer in age to me and I have hung out with him more than Trevor. I study him as he lies perfectly still, the only movement coming from him his chest raising and lowering with each breath.

He has strong features, a square jaw and smooth skin, with high cheekbones. His hair is short and mocha colored, his eyes, if they were open, are a stunning sky blue. Jaiden’s eyes are green, if I remember correctly. Trev is a little taller than J, probably six foot six or seven, and built.

He may be a Secret and not a Rector but we would be evenly matched if we were to fight. His chest is broad and muscular, his biceps are huge, and in the t-shirt he’s wearing it looks like they are trying to break free. The bottom hem of the t-shirt has ridden up and his skin is tanned and chiseled, with just a slight trail of hair disappearing under his jeans. While I’m staring at his abs, I notice his breathing has changed. I bring my gaze back to his face and he is looking at me in a demure, almost coy way. If I were to have been standing here checking out Jaiden his face would have been full of arrogance with a haughty smile, knowing he’s gorgeous of course. With Trev, he’s almost asking with his eyes if he is good enough.

“Um,” I say clearing my throat, feeling my face heat. “I knocked, but you didn’t answer, it was unlocked,” I say, gesturing at the door. “I’m early, so I thought I would just come over. I’m sorry to have woken you.”

I look down, feeling bad for not thinking of his need for sleep, he still has dark circles under his eyes. I should have walked back out instead of ogling him while he slept.

“Cord,” he says, waiting for me to look up. I finally meet his eyes and he continues. “It is okay, really, you don’t have to apologize.” He stands from the sofa. “I was just waiting for you, and I apparently fell asleep.”

For some reason my belly flutters when he says he was waiting for me. Don’t be stupid, I tell myself; of course he’s waiting for you, he told you to be here at four. I mentally chastise myself and answer him.

“Yeah, okay. Do you need help carrying anything?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“Nope, I’ll grab my bag and be right back, we can get going early,” he says, smiling at me then leaving the room.

I sit down on the sofa to wait for him, and sift through the feelings that are floating through me. I haven’t really noticed Trev before, he has always been around, but I have always been so focused on J that Trev never stood out. He sure does now. I feel my cheeks heat again and I duck my head to hide it even though I’m alone.

AUTHOR BIOChelsea O'Neal lives in her fantasy world where people can fly, vampires could be real, money is never an issue and the romantic meeting of your true love is a normal happening. When not relaxing in Chelsea-ville, she enjoys talking with animals who talk back and taking long walks with her prince charming.Actually Chelsea lives in the United States in Nebraska, where she was born and raised, with her black lab Daisey, who hasn't spoken actual words to her but she is pretty sure Daisey understands her. She is yet to meet her prince charming, though she is quite sure he is out there. Chelsea enjoys working as a youth librarian. She is an avid reader and writing has always been her passion. Chelsea has written 3 novels and a novella, she is working on her next book now.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE WEBSITE / BLOG FACEBOOK TWITTER GOOGLE+ PINTEREST GOODREADS SHELFARIThis blitz was organized & hosted by

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Published on January 08, 2016 21:00

Keeping Up by Mia Fox @MiaFoxBooks ~ Release of Book 2

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Keeping Up SERIES (& Book #) – Hollywood Hotties, #2 AUTHOR – Mia Fox GENRE – chick-lit / satire PUBLISHER – Evatopia Press COVER ARTIST – Eden CraneBOOK SYNOPSIS

Since the time she was in elementary school, Katie has wanted to be like beautiful, blonde Amanda Exeter, a woman she views with equal amounts of disdain and admiration. After years of hoping and wishing, Katie believes she has finally arrived. She and her husband, Rich, move into he same gated community as Amanda.But the moving truck has no sooner left their driveway, when Katie decides that something is terribly wrong. The ‘move-in condition’ home now seems obviously void of what the neighbors have -- built-in barbecues, french doors, imported fabrics, not to mention his and hers luxury vehicles in the garage.Katie’s efforts to remake herself and Rich as the neighborhood’s newest “It” couple backfires as her hair-brained plot to climb the social ladder fails. When it comes to fitting in with the neighborhood women, Katie is out of her league.Decorating confuses her as she has no concept about what the “right white” means. A prosthetic pouch replaces a bulging tummy as pregnancy has also escaped Katie. In his bid for city council, Rich covers the political spectrum of hot topics, but lands in hot water.As they devise popularity schemes, they fall victim to repeated cases of mistaken identity and are believed to be drug smugglers, sexy swingers, Internet pornography actors, and even pet kidnappers.For Katie and Rich Pettigrew, “keeping up” is harder than they ever imagined.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK BARNES & NOBLES NOOK SMASHWORDS ITUNES GOODREADSEXCERPT“I got pregnant at sixteen. First time out in fact. After that, I was changed.” Katie grabbed a tissue from her purse as Elizabeth offered her a chair and a comforting arm around her back.“My mom was so angry. After that she created a reminder phrase about safe sex that I could use with guys I dated. She must have had a new one every time I left the house.”Elizabeth looked shocked. “Every time?”Katie nodded and started reciting. “It will be sweeter if you wrap your peter. Don’t be silly, protect your willy. If you think she’s spunky, cover your monkey. Don’t be a prick, cover your...”“I think I get the picture,” Elizabeth insisted before Katie could finish her last thought.AUTHOR BIO

Mia Fox is a Los Angeles-based novelist who writes across varied genres including Contemporary and Paranormal Romance, Chick Lit, and Satire. She received her Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications from U.S.C.Before writing full time, she worked as an entertainment publicist, a career she chronicles in her novel, “Alert the Media.” However, she is happy to leave that world behind her, preferring that any drama in her life is only that which she creates for her characters.She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, three children, Casey, the Wonder Westie, and Bean, his brother.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGE WEBSITE / BLOG FACEBOOK TWITTER GOOGLE+PINTEREST TUMBLR GOODREADS INSTAGRAMThis event has been organized & hosted by

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Published on January 07, 2016 21:00

A Taste of Thursday: Consenting Hearts by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ A Very Special Valentine #Rafflecopter #ASMSG

Today is Thursday Taster! I have a Valentine's Day book release coming up on pre-release as soon as the cover is done. I thought I would give you a little peek. Don't forget to visit all the other authors for a look into their WIPs either on the link about or I have them listed one-by-one below!

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Consenting Hearts
She opened the etched glass front door to Blu’s Piano Bar. It was black as the Devil’s soul inside—sultry, smoky, and secretive—seductive. Add a smart dash of pissed heat to the lure and that was just the way Sailie felt. She strode into the lounge looking exactly that way: dry on the inside, mean as a wet cat, thirsty for a dirty Martini, and in no mood for testosterone games. She stood in the doorway, shook her wet coat, and continued dripping still. Her clothes clung to the steaming curves of her body, accentuating, even in the dim lighting, every nuance. She pushed some errant curls off her face while she got her bearings, and though it seemed longer, it was only for a minute. The door closed softly against her ass and her vision adjusted as she threw her eyes in the direction of her real temptation and reason for being here. But the dim spotlight only illuminated an empty piano bench. There were no open seats at the bar, which pissed her off even more. Her mood couldn’t be more foul or less attractive. And that was just the way she wanted it right about now.

She walked over to an open spot in the crowd and leaned over a military hunk at the bar so she could get the bartender’s attention. The Navy Seal stood up to offer her his stool. She was mildly impressed by his kindness and manners. He waved at the bartender and let Sailie settle in while the bartender took her order. The seat was hot under the fabric of her suit. She inadvertently wiggled her appreciation as she settled.

“A dirty Martini—bone dry with a twist…stirred not shaken,” she told the bartender.

“Happy Love—” he began with a smile.

“Are you talkin’ to me?” Sailie shot back.

“Why, yes’m! I was gonna say ‘Happy Lover’s Day’—It’s Valentine’s Day and Happy Hour: two for one,” he replied.

“Oh, yeah, so it is—sorry. Two-for-one? Even better,” she told him. “Bring ’em on and keep ’em coming until I ask you to stop.” Sailie turned to the Seal and said, “Thank you for the stool. After today, I thought chivalry was dead,” while she fished for her wallet in her briefcase.

When the bartender brought her drink, she put out a twenty-dollar bill and nodded at him. She closed her eyes, inhaled the aromatic fermentation of the gin garnished with lemon rind. Sailie took her first sip, feeling the warmth of the drink washing over her body, inch by inch. She savored that very first sip luxuriously. It was like a lover’s hands sliding down her body, igniting every inch as they felt their way to her toes. She was beginning to feel quite sublime, though still wet in her suit and silk blouse. Her one private indulgence, beyond her scarlet peek-a-boo platform sling-back-come-fuck-me pumps, was matching red silk undies that made her feel like the real woman she was beneath the staunch IBM-clad exterior of her Brooks Bros veneer. She loved ‘dressing for success’. It made her feel superior to all men and most women—except one.

It was her professional armor—her warrior wardrobe. And she ran hot beneath the calm cool exterior…whenever she saw the piano player.

Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel stronger, in control, and gave her an emotional intellectual edge. It also made her feel more womanly, more vital—more alive. There was a swagger to her step, a snap-click to her heels, and an attitude unmistakable in an independent woman of confidence as she felt the flair of her suit hem sway against her thighs. Used to getting whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, Sailie slid her eyes in the direction of the standing Navy Seal. The first sip of the Martini rolled a burn over her parched lips.

“I’m sorry, I forgot my own manners. May I buy you a drink, Frogman?”

He looked her full in the face, blushed slightly while extending his hand and said, “Sure, thanks. Dylan Jansen. My friends call me Dylan. I’m enjoying the smooth pleasures of a Southern Comfort Manhattan.”

Sailie waved to the bartender to get Dylan another drink and she warmed. They both laughed.

“You recognize the branch of service?”

“That was pretty funny, ‘my friends call me Dylan’. Navy Seals? Yes, I do. Are you a Frogman or a Leap Frog? I have a family tree full of military men and women who served proudly over twelve generations.” Sailie felt flush with pride or was it anticipation?

“Leap Frog, ma’am,” his eager smile and bright eyes were five-alarm charming. He was strikingly good looking in his uniform—narrow at the waist, broad at the shoulder, thick strong hands. She was a sucker for a hunk in uniform, going weak at the knees whenever she met a one that appealed to her. And he surely was and he surely did. No doubt about it. He was a big hunk of heaven in combat boots. Immediately, Sailie felt conspicuous about her appearance. She was soaked to the bone, her hair still dripping in wet corkscrew curls as it dried. And…she was getting wet between the thighs, just watching him finger his cigar. She downed another one of her drinks and excused herself to go to the ladies' room. She slid against his form as she stood, catching him slightly off guard. Sailie smiled demurely and made her way to the restroom.

She immediately removed her wet trench coat and salvaged what she could of her clothes. Her silk shirt was shrinking as it slowly dried against her warm flesh. She loosened another button and her breasts cleaved and bulged through the v-neck, her nipples raw against the silken fabric. Able to breathe freely again, Sailie went into one of the stalls. She could feel her mounting excitement claim her passion.
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A Taste of Thursday: Consenting Hearts by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ A Very Special Valentine

Today is Thursday Taster! I have a Valentine's Day book release coming up on pre-release as soon as the cover is done. I thought I would give you a little peek. Don't forget to visit all the other authors for a look into their WIPs either on the link about or I have them listed one-by-one below!

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She opened the etched glass front door to Blu’s Piano Bar. It was black as the Devil’s soul inside—sultry, smoky, and secretive—seductive. Add a smart dash of pissed heat to the lure and that was just the way Sailie felt. She strode into the lounge looking exactly that way: dry on the inside, mean as a wet cat, thirsty for a dirty Martini, and in no mood for testosterone games. She stood in the doorway, shook her wet coat, and continued dripping still. Her clothes clung to the steaming curves of her body, accentuating, even in the dim lighting, every nuance. She pushed some errant curls off her face while she got her bearings, and though it seemed longer, it was only for a minute. The door closed softly against her ass and her vision adjusted as she threw her eyes in the direction of her real temptation and reason for being here. But the dim spotlight only illuminated an empty bench. There were no open seats at the bar, which pissed her off even more. Her mood couldn’t be more foul or less attractive. And that was just the way she wanted it right about now.

She walked over to an open spot in the crowd and leaned over a military hunk at the bar so she could get the bartender’s attention. The Navy Seal stood up to offer her his stool. She was mildly impressed by his kindness and manners. He waved at the bartender and let Sailie settle in while the bartender took her order. The seat was hot under the fabric of her suit. She inadvertently wiggled her appreciation as she settled.

“A dirty Martini—bone dry with a twist…stirred not shaken,” she told the bartender.

“Happy Love—” he began with a smile.

“Are you talkin’ to me?” Sailie shot back.

“Why, yes’m! I was gonna say ‘Happy Lover’s Day’—It’s Valentine’s Day and Happy Hour: two for one,” he replied.

“Oh, yeah, so it is—sorry. Even better,” she told him. “Bring ’em on and keep ’em coming until I ask you to stop.” Sailie turned to the Seal and said, “Thank you for the stool. After today, I thought chivalry was dead,” while she fished for her wallet in her briefcase. When the bartender brought her drink, she put out a twenty-dollar bill and nodded at him. She closed her eyes, inhaled the aromatic fermentation of the gin garnished with lemon rind. Sailie took her first sip, feeling the warmth of the drink claiming her body, inch by inch. She savored that very first sip luxuriously. It was like a lover’s hands sliding down her body, igniting every inch as they felt their way to her toes. She was beginning to feel quite sublime, though still wet in her suit and silk blouse. Her one private indulgence, beyond her scarlet peek-a-boo platform sling-back-come-fuck-me pumps, was matching red silk undies that made her feel like the real woman she was beneath the staunch IBM-clad exterior of her Brooks Bros veneer. She loved ‘dressing for success’. It made her feel superior to all men and most women—except one.

It was her professional armor—her warrior wardrobe. And she ran hot beneath the calm cool exterior…whenever she saw the piano player.

Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel stronger, in control, and gave her an emotional intellectual edge. It also made her feel more womanly, more vital—more alive. There was a swagger to her step, a snap-click to her heels, and an attitude unmistakable in an independent woman of confidence as she felt the flair of her suit hem sway against her thighs. Used to getting whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, Sailie slid her eyes in the direction of the standing Navy Seal. The first sip of the Martini rolled a burn over her parched lips.

“I’m sorry, I forgot my own manners. May I buy you a drink, Frogman?”

He looked her full in the face, blushed slightly while extending his hand and said, “Sure, thanks. Dylan Jansen. My friends call me Dylan. I’m enjoying the smooth pleasures of a Southern Comfort Manhattan.”

Sailie waved to the bartender to get Dylan another drink and she warmed. They both laughed.

“You recognize the branch of service?”

“That was pretty funny, ‘my friends call me Dylan’. Navy Seals? Yes, I do. Are you a Frogman or a Leap Frog? I have a family tree full of military men and women who served proudly over twelve generations.” Sailie felt flush with pride or was it anticipation?

“Leap Frog, ma’am,” his eager smile and bright eyes were five-alarm charming. He was strikingly good looking in his uniform—narrow at the waist, broad at the shoulder, thick strong hands. She was a sucker for a hunk in uniform, going weak at the knees whenever she met a one that appealed to her. And he surely was and he surely did. No doubt about it. He was a big hunk of heaven in combat boots. Immediately, Sailie felt conspicuous about her appearance. She was soaked to the bone, her hair still dripping in wet corkscrew curls as it dried. And…she was getting wet between the thighs, just watching him finger his cigar. She downed another one of her drinks and excused herself to go to the ladies' room. She slid against his form as she stood, catching him slightly off guard. Sailie smiled demurely and made her way to the restroom.

She immediately removed her wet trench coat and salvaged what she could of her clothes. Her silk shirt was shrinking as it slowly dried against her warm flesh. She loosened another button and her breasts cleaved and bulged through the v-neck, her nipples raw against the silken fabric. Able to breathe freely again, Sailie went into one of the stalls. She could feel her mounting excitement claim her passion.
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Sons of the Sphinx by Cheryl Carpinello @ccarpinello ~ Companion Series Book

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Sons of the Sphinx SERIES – The Quest Books AUTHOR – Cheryl Carpinello GENRE – YA Historical Time Travel PUBLICATION DATE – October 10, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 192/36,000 PUBLISHER – Beyond Today Educator COVER ARTIST – Bernistevens Design

BOOK SYNOPSISTwo soulsSeparated by three millenniumOne with a gift that is more like a curseOne on an almost impossible questDestinies entwined; one seeks to find herself while the other seeks his lost queen. To succeed, the pair must right the injustices 3,000 years in the past.Only together can they fulfill The Prophecy, but in the process they must defeat the Pharaoh Horemheb.Dishonor and death are the fate of the defeated.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE CA – AMAZON KINDLE UK – AMAZON PAPERBACK – BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK – GOODREADS – SHELFARI CHARACTER BIOSRosa: Hi! I’m Rosa. I’m 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. I’m your typical teenager—well, almost. I don’t have many friends anymore, but it’s hard to blame the other kids. If I was them, I’d probably steer clear of me too, at least most of the time. No one is ever mean to me; I’ve grown up with most of them, and on my bad days, they try to ignore me. Wish I could do the same to those who talk to me. Mostly I just shake my head and carry on. It helps that I have a sarcastic sense of humor.My daily life consists of trying to pass all my classes, getting a date for school dances, and dealing with Nana’s gift nearly every day while I try not to lose my mind.Tut: My name is Nebkheperure Tutanhkame. I ascended the throne of Egypt upon the death of my father, Pharaoh Akhenaten. There has been much speculation in modern day on my death. My concern is finding the final resting place of my beloved queen, Ankhesenamun and making right that which was wronged centuries ago.EXCERPT

Before us, nearly filling up the room and taller than either of us, stands the golden shrine of Tutankhamun. I remembered what else lay in that room. Inside that shrine are three more, each a bit smaller than the outside one. All tucked inside each other like those nesting dolls from my grandmother’s childhood. Inside the last shrine were the four sarcophagi of Tut, each displaying him in golden and jeweled splendor.

The last one holds the famed mask of the golden boy. And beneath that, the body of the young pharaoh who now stands here before me. Beyond my understanding, he has been given back his human form, allowed to return one last time to restore honor to his family, one last time to find his true love. And here I am, trying to help, trying to understand, trying to stay alive. Will I ever be able to go home again? Or will I become as lost as Hesena?

AUTHOR BIOI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – WEBSITE – Main – WEBSITE – Shared BLOG – FACEBOOK – TWITTER – GOOGLE+ – PINTEREST – GOODREADS – SHELFARI This blitz has been organized & hosted by

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