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Lucy Felthouse is at it again with a Holiday Romance: Cupid @cw1985 @evernightpub ~ Out Now! #holiday #christmas #erotica #romance

CupidbyLucy Felthouse@cw1985 @evernightpub
Blurb:
As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.Has Cupid finally met his match?
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Excerpt:
Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Christmas In DC by C.A. Tibbitts @catibbitts ~ Hot, Sexy, Feisty Romance

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Christmas In DC AUTHOR – C.A. Tibbitts GENRE – Romantic Suspense PUBLICATION DATE – 12/1/15 (re-release) LENGTH (Pages/# Words) -11,200 words PUBLISHER – Booktrope Entice COVER ARTIST – Nancy Colbert-HardyBOOK SYNOPSISWhile earning her degree as a paralegal, Naomi works as Will's assistant where he teaches law. After graduation, she learns that Will is transferring to Washington, DC to work for the Senator.When Will asks Naomi to work with him in DC, it doesn't take her long to accept the offer. Now, no longer professor and student, the hidden attraction is unmistakable.In her new endeavor Naomi learns a heartbreaking discovery that makes her question if she really ever knew Will at all.BUY & TBR LINKS KINDLE US KINDLE CA KINDLE UK GOODREADSEXCERPT “You're leaving Atlanta? What sort of job?”
She walked closer, and he had this urge to silence her questions with a kiss. Where did that come from? He quickly explained the job he'd taken at the new senator's office with the condition that he could hire the staff.“And I want you,” he finished. Was she blushing?“I…ehm…”He took her hand and the sharp intake of her breath was noticeable. “Come with me, Naomi. It will be exciting. I promise you will make much more than a normal paralegal does.”She squeezed his hand. “Can I take a day to think about it?”“You have until the morning. The flight is tomorrow night.”AUTHOR BIO Hi! I'm a New York Times Bestselling author from the Midwestern United States. I'm an avid reader of anything romance! I've worked as a travel agent, nursing assistant, and a paralegal before chasing my dream of full-time writing. I love to travel, swim, cook, and I'm more than a little addicted to a certain social media website...Currently, I write paranormal and science-fiction romance. My plan is to branch out in several romance sub-genres, but my books will always end in the infamous happily ever after.Always hot, always sexy, my male characters will protect their women at all costs, and my female characters will be... I like to call it "feisty." I believe every story and character should be unique, and it’s something I always strive to do.Reading should be an escape from everyday life, so I hope you enjoy my version of a vacation for you!

Fun facts about me: 
1. I love birds! I have one (a parakeet). 
2. I’m double-jointed, which led to teasing as a kid (which I also found funny)! 
3. I have a shoe addiction! Mainly embellished flip-flops, but other kinds too (not heels, I’d break my ankles). 
4. I missed a college 4.0 GPA in the very last semester when one professor gave me a B (still upset about that!)! 
5. I am very OCD about certain things (see #6). 
6. I have an extensive DVD/Blu-ray collection and it has to be kept in alphabetical order! 7. My favorite vacations involve a cruise. I’ve been on 15 so far! 
8. I’m quiet and sort of shy until I get to know a person. 
9. I’m quick witted and believe sarcasm is my best friend. 
10. I hate hot weather.
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Conflict of Interest by Allyson Lindt @allysonlindt ~ New Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Conflict of Interest SERIES – Version 2.0 AUTHOR – Allyson Lindt GENRE – Contemporary Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 9/25/2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 59000 PUBLISHER – Acelette PressBOOK SYNOPSISConflict of InterestbyAllyson Lindt@allysonlindt
Scott McAllister's attitude is as much a part of his software empire's public image as its bestselling video games—there's no way he's letting his board of directors force him to behave just because someone might be watching.Then he meets his new publicity manager. Kenzie Carter is gorgeous, intelligent, and order driven to a fault. Having her around is the perfect excuse to get down and dirty during business hours, show her the appeal of embracing chaos, and still claim he's complying with the board's edict.And as long as he doesn't fall for the woman who's supposed to make over his geeky exterior, he can pretend screwing around with her isn't a conflict of interest.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK AMAZON PAPERBACKEXCERPTScott’s hand lingered on her arm as he guided her through the crowds toward the exit, her warm skin against his sending pulsing tingles through him. When they stepped onto the sidewalk, the din of Saturday morning traffic rushed in to replace the chatter of inside. “Where did you park?” He was pretty sure he’d never seen her drive—it was hard to miss those things on mornings when the place was deserted except for the two of them—but it was polite to ask.“Home.”That was a more vague answer than he was looking for, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to meet her family. Or her cats. Whatever. His hand moved to the small of her back, nudging her across the parking lot. She didn’t resist.“Do you want a lift?” he asked.Her footsteps slowed, and she pulled away. “In the love van?”He spun to face her, not sure what to make of the comment. She’d nicknamed his car? Fascinating. “Excuse me?”She nodded at the Escalade in the back of the parking lot. “That one’s yours right? The Game God license plate? The tinted windows meant to keep out even the most penetrating light?”She was full of entertaining surprises. He bit back the urge to joke about the word penetrating. AUTHOR BIO
Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.


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An Interview with Author of Unexpected Assets by Emily Mims @EmilyMimsAuthor ~ More than Enough

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Unexpected Assets SERIES – Texas Hill Country Series  AUTHOR – Emily Mims GENRE – Contemporary Romance PUBLICATION DATE – June 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 150 pages PUBLISHER – Boroughs Publishing COVER ARTIST – Boroughs Art DepartmentBOOK SYNOPSIS
Unexpected AssetsbyEmily Mims@EmilyMimsAuthor 
After three agonizing years of surgeries and rehab. U.S. Army veteran Jason Donahue is ready to leave the Iraq War in the past and rejoin society. Yet, no matter the success he achieves at work, people wince every time they see him.Everyone but Emily Riley. From the first, the beautiful redhead looks past his disfigurement and sees him. In return, Jason wants to buy her everything she deserves, starting with her dream home and going from there. Yet Emily has scars of her own, a past she’s not ready to reveal. Only when they both come clean, when they view each other through eyes of trust and love, will they know that, when a good man and a good woman give each other their heart, the two will always have more than enough.BUY LINK - AMAZON KINDLE USEXCERPT

“Well, that explains it, then,” Mr. Harrington said. 

“Explains what, Mr. Harrington?” Jason was puzzled and didn’t even try to hide it. 

“Why you’re so interested in Emily. She and that money of hers could go a long way toward helping you catch up financially, as you put it.” 

Jason felt the blood drain from his head. Emily exchanged a frantic look with her sister. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered. “What did you say?”

“I said that Emily and that money of hers could go a long way.”

Jason just stared at the old man for a minute. “What money, Mr. Harrington?” 

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, young man. The trust fund. The Harrington trust fund. She’s bound to have told you about it.” 

He lifted his chin and looked the old man in the eye. “I didn’t know Emily had a trust fund. She’s never mentioned it to me.” He looked at Emily across the table. “You’ve never said a word, Emily. Have you?”

AUTHOR INTERVIEWAuthor: Emily Mims
Date of Birth:  9-18-1951Date of Interview:  11-23-2015The Book:  ‘Unexpected Assets’
Tell us about your newest release.  ‘Unexpected Assets’ is the story of badly scarred wounded warrior Jason Donahue.  He loves Emily Riley, who can see past his scars to the real him, and wants to give her everything.  But Emily has a secret that has the potential to tear them apart. (1)
What genre do you enjoy writing the most? Why? I like romance!  I believe in romance because it happened to me and can happen to any woman if she opens herself to the possibility. (2)
What is your most treasured possession? A 1910 pump organ that my husband had restored for our 40th anniversary (3)
With whom, living or dead and why, would you like to sit and chat with for an afternoon? James Michener.  I heard him speak once-he was brilliant, outspoken, and funny and told me to keep writing ‘those trash novels from Texas’. (4)
Who or what has been the greatest love of your life? Why, How? Charles Mims.  I crashed his 22nd birthday party, ended up on a field trip to Mexico City with him two months later, went out with him for the first time on Friday night, accepted his proposal the following Tuesday (that’s right-5 days later) and 45 years down the road we’re still in love and together.  (5)
What is your greatest regret?  I wrote 18 books for Candlelight Ecstasy in the 1980’s, but put my writing aside when they went out of business.  I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to start writing again. (6)
What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer? My husband dared me to write the first one.  (7)
Besides writing, what other interests do you have? I play five musical instruments and play in two performing groups.  And I love to travel, particularly if the trip also involves something to do with music. (8)
Which are your three favorite books? Top Favorite authors?Which book that you’ve written is your favorite?  Honestly, whichever book I’m working on at the moment (9)
What is your ‘Writing Routine’, if any?  I begin with preparing a detailed plot.  I have a copy of that synopsis by chapter on my work station and consult it as I write my chapters. (10)
How can readers connect with you online? www.emilymims.com www.facebook/emilymimsauthor/#EmilyMimsAuthor
Can you tell us what is coming up next for you? I just finished the last book in the Texas Hill Country series and am working on my first book of a series set in the Appalachian bluegrass music scene. (11 but who’s counting?)
AUTHOR BIOAuthor of twenty five romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons and grandmother of three, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in Tennessee and Georgia. She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”

AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS WEBSITE / BLOG     FACEBOOK    TWITTERGIVEAWAY PRIZESOne digital copy and one print copy of ‘Unexpected Assets’ CLICK HERE TO ENTER THE AUTHORS GIVEAWAY

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Cole in His Stocking by Nya Rawlyns @Nya_Rawlyns ~ Holiday Release

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Cole in His Stocking AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns GENRE – Contemporary M/M romance, Holiday romance, novella PUBLICATION DATE – December 12, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 79/25659 PUBLISHER – PubRight COVER ARTIST – Sessha BattoBOOK SYNOPSISThere’s no place more festive, more glorious than the Big Apple during the Holidays. Jake Richardson loves the city, loves the lights and the hustle and bustle … but being alone again has put a real damper on his Christmas spirit.Cole O’Neil is marking time as he plans his escape to a new life in the country, doing what he’s always dreamed about. When he encounters Jake at a party, he’s completely unprepared for the vision with curly auburn hair and sinful green eyes.What starts as an embarrassing accident sends both Cole and Jake on a journey of discovery, but with time running out will they be able to find the courage to accept the joy of the season and to believe in each other?Sometimes it only takes a little Holiday magic.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US AMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK BARNES & NOBLES NOOK ITUNES GOODREADSEXCERPT

After an embarrassing incident at a party, Jake agrees to leave with Cole… sort of. 

Jake gingerly minced his way to the mass of coats on the bed, pawed through the pile and extracted his tattered outerwear from the tower of similar Goodwill vintage cast-offs. The man who might be a serial killer helped him into the coat, smoothed the shoulders and settled the scarf around his neck. He made a double loop around Jake’s throat, then tucked it into the front of the coat and fingered the top button, all the while keeping his head down. 

That was fine by Jake. The last thing he needed was to make eye contact and expose his soul to a stranger who had already opened him up to other possibilities, despite it not turning out exactly the way he might have hoped had he lived on another planet… 

Planet normal.

Planet gay guy scores. 

Planet having somebody special for the holidays… 

Hell, let me have that planet’s moon while I’m at it so I can wake up next to that special someone instead of me alone, clutching a pillow instead of a warm body. 

Annoyed at the broken record that was his lot in life, Jake mumbled, “I’ve got it,” and did the unthinkable. He looked up, high enough to drink in the sight of thick lashes framing eyes the color of sin, a nose that had seen some action, rough skin bearing scars from the teenage scourge of acne, and a five o’clock dark growth Jake couldn’t manage even after a solid week of not shaving. 

His gaydar meter stuttered to a stop in the face of so much masculinity. He might have swooned had the giant not taken his elbow and guided him out the door, down the steps, and into a wonderland of fresh slushy snow.

Name, name, what’s his name? 

The man’s mouth twitched. “Cole. Cole O’Neil.” He held out his hand.

AUTHOR BIOWriter, 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.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE Romancing Words Love's Last Refuge A Whisper of Wings (free reads) FACEBOOK TWITTER GOOGLE+ TSU
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An Erotic Hockey Romance? You Bet! A Most Unlikely Countess by V.L. Locey @vllocey

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – A Most Unlikely Countess SERIES – To Love a Wildcat Series AUTHOR – V.L. Locey GENRE – Erotic Hockey Romance PUBLICATION DATE – Sept. 15, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 144 pages PUBLISHER – Gone Writing Publishing COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique - DusktilDawn DesignsBOOK SYNOPSISPainfully shy Liz Argon probably shouldn`t be dreaming of Veikko Aho, star goalie for the Philadelphia Wildcats. As she works side by side with 'The Count of the Crease' on his memoirs, she finds herself falling for the handsome goaltender. His tender ways with her and her mentally fragile mother are slowly claiming her heart. If only Veikko wasn`t already engaged to a woman far better suited to move in to 'The Count`s' world. In book two of the To Love a Wildcat series, we`ll see if a glass slipper can survive in the rough and tumble world of professional ice hockey.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US BARNES & NOBLES NOOK EXCERPTWe lay on our backs, all traces of unease gone from my body. I don`t remember dropping off. Sleep crept up on me on stealthy tippy-toes to tug me unknowingly into its embrace. I recall waking up a few minutes later though. My eyelids sluggishly crawled upward. Sky blue eyes enveloped me. We were lying facing each other, Veikko and I. I wanted to say something witty or erudite but nothing came. All I did was nod when he silently asked for permission with his eyes. He rose up on one elbow. His head dipped. Just as his lips brushed mine, I closed my eyes. That soft brush of mouth on mouth sent my pulmonary system into a wild spiraling escalation. Using every sense but sight I emblazoned this moment onto my memory banks, because I knew, I just knew, nothing would ever top his mouth on mine.Smell let me know the linens were fresh and he had used soap with a hint of elderberry. Touch informed me that he was moving as he put greater pressure on my pursed lips. Hearing told me his breathing was steadier than mine. Taste was screaming at me about how badly it was being denied. A tender touch of his tongue across the seam of my lips…taste sighed in rapture when I tentatively flicked the end of his tongue with mine. The man murmured something against my mouth as his weight shifted again. The words were in a foreign language. It didn't matter if I understood him or not. Veikko was kissing me and not without passion.AUTHOR BIOV.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 Tsú

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Garnet’s Queen by Chelsea O’Neal @ChelCOneal ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Garnet’s Queen SERIES – Angel Crest Trilogy Book 3 AUTHOR – Chelsea O’Neal GENRE – Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – September 24, 2015 LENGTH – 146 pages PUBLISHER – Mirador Publishing COVER ARTIST – Cover Design by Melody SimmonsBOOK SYNOPSISWar has come to the castle in Garnet City. With Daniah’s fate hanging in the balance, the close group of Zoku must come together and overpower the resistance, as well as protect the humans.Lives will forever be altered. Secrets are revealed. One person must decide whether to continue on the path of destruction or follow the Everlasting, while another learns she can be more than she ever had the opportunity to be.As the Zoku army fights back against the evil Devlo, they turn to their faith, and rely on strength, hope, and love. But, will this be enough? Can they overcome Daniah’s missing presence, or will this be what evil needs to win, once and for all? The ultimate fight between good and evil will clash in this final chapter of the Angel Crest Trilogy.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON PAPERBACKBARNES & NOBLE PAPERBACKGOODREADSEXCERPT“Will you just leave already?” I demand, swiping at my tears and feel the welcomed anger eclipse the pain of hurt. Orion looks at me in surprise for a moment then his eyes darken, determination setting in, there is no other way to describe it. He nods once then climbs over the bed and backs me against the wall, crowding me in. “Now you listen, Tiger, I thought I had made myself abundantly clear, and I don’t wish for you to misunderstand again.” Orion takes a deep breath as I hardly dare to breathe. “I have loved you almost since that first look where you sized me up, your amazing mind deciding whether or not to rabbit. I have loved you almost from the moment you looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes, confused as I called you beautiful.” His finger gently caresses my cheek and jawbone. Feeling slightly light headed from lack of oxygen, I suck in a deep breath, letting it out shakily as I see the emotion he talks of in his eyes. “I have loved you from the moment you cared for Lothar, a male you didn’t know, as sweetly as if he were your lover. You are beautiful, honest, and have the tenderest heart of anyone I know. I want to be around you and with you more than anyone else in my life.” Orion pauses, and after a deep breath, he cups my face in his big hands and breathes, “I love you, Mallory, please believe me.” He wipes the tears that are still falling from my cheeks with his thumbs, looking intently at me as I sputter, “But . . . but there is nothing here for you.” He frowns for a second then seems to understand what I am saying. “That’s why you are hurting.” He pulls me into his arms, holding me close, and it feels like he is putting me back together, one piece at a time. His expression is pained when he pulls back. “There is nothing for me to do here, for the moment, that’s what I meant. I just want you safe, I don’t know how I could live if something happened to you.” Relief so great spreads through me making my body tingle, and I slump a little realizing that what I heard was not at all what he meant, and after the relief comes the familiar love that I have been pushing back. “I love you too, Orion. Though it scares me,” I whisper. Orion tenses then forces my chin up to look at him. “I would never leave you willingly, never. I want all of you, always.” 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 LINKSWEBSITEFACEBOOKGOOGLE+PINTERESTTWITTERGOODREADSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGESHELFARI

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Lucy Felthouse shares Properly, Or Not At All ~ @cw1985 @totally_bound ~ #newrelease #spanking #erotica #romance #bdsm

Out Now! Properly, Or Not At AllbyLucy Felthouse(@cw1985 @totally_bound)Blurb:
Tristan and Jayme are not only devoted husband and wife, they are also Dominant and submissive, with a particular penchant for spanking. They’ve been playing delicious kinky games for the fifteen years they’ve been together and couldn’t be happier. However, when Tristan develops a health issue that means he can’t redden his wife’s backside for a while, it puts both of them under a lot of strain. It’s a big part of their sex life, and one they’ll miss badly.They try to find a way around their unfortunate predicament, but it’s not easy. In the end, Tristan declares that he will either spank Jayme’s bottom properly, or not at all.The prospect of no spanking at all dismays Jayme, but she has no other choice. Or does she? Continuing to put her mind towards the issue, she indulges in some solo experimentation, with mixed results.But how will Tristan feel when he finds out his wife has gone behind his back?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/properly-or-not-at-all/Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27319937-properly-or-not-at-all
Excerpt:
“You know what this fucking means, don’t you?” Tristan said loudly, slamming his car keys onto the hall’s side table and storming into the kitchen.Jayme followed him quickly, her heart racing. Tristan rarely got angry—sure, he often pretended she’d done something wrong and faked being pissed off about it when they played D/s scenes, but real anger–it was something that just didn’t happen. She wasn’t quite sure what had sparked it, either. The news had been unfortunate, yes. Inconvenient, yes, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Tristan’s only choice was to take the doctor’s advice.“Um, I take it you mean aside from the obvious?” she ventured quietly, not wanting to piss him off even more.“Yes,” he said on a heavy sigh, making it clear his anger and frustration weren’t aimed at her. “Come here, you.” He held out his arms, and when she went into them he hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Fucking hell, Jayme, I’m really going to miss spanking that beautiful arse of yours.”“And I’m going to miss you doing it,” she murmured into his chest. Then, pulling back so she could make eye contact, continued, “But we’ll cope. There’s loads of other stuff we can do—we can still have fun. As much as I love it, it’s not worth making the problem worse, or screwing up your recovery once you’ve had the op. Your health is more important, babe.”“Mmm…” came the reply, along with a very displeased expression.“Hey,” Jayme said sharply, raising her eyebrows, “you might be in charge in the bedroom, mister, but I’m putting my foot down here. Hopefully you’ll get a date through for the operation really soon. And the sooner you have the op, the sooner you’ll be recovered and we can get back to normal. In the meantime”—she grinned widely—“we’ll just have to get creative, won’t we?”Much to Jayme’s relief, Tristan finally smiled. “You’re right, as always, wife of mine. Clearly I’m not happy about this—fucking carpal tunnel bollocks, spoiling all our fun—but it could be a lot worse, I suppose. At least they’re not operating on my dick!”“True.” She giggled. “That would take some creativity of epic proportions!”

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


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Out Now! - First Beast by Faye Avalon @faye_avalon #PNR #romance #erotica

First BeastbyFaye Avalon@faye_avalon 
Book Blurb:
To protect his pack, he must guard his heart.Lost on Bodmin Moor, twelve-year-old Talia Summers was cold, hurt and terrified, before being saved by a black panther that materialized out of the night.Years later, Talia returns to the moor in search of that magnificent beast, but instead finds a man leading a clan of shape shifters. Yet the connection she remembers is strangely absent. She despairs of ever finding it again—until a stranger steps into her shower.Back to claim his rightful place, Caleb McLeod’s fierce attraction to his half-brother’s female is tempered by the fact she’s a human. Worse, a journalist. He’ll not have his people’s survival threatened by a human female who continually pushes the boundaries of pack rules.His solution? Mate with her. Control her. And if his brother doesn’t like it, they’ll simply have to share. For now.But suspicion and lies threaten the growing bond between Talia and Caleb, and the past has a way of catching up. A way of destroying the bridge built between two worlds…between two hearts. 
Beasts of Bodmin Moor, Book 1Product WarningsA red-hot panther shifter with an over-the-top possessive streak, a human reporter trying desperately to retain her independence, and enough sexual heat to set fire to the moors of Cornwall. 
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Excerpt:
Since she’d deliberately gotten home early, Talia headed straight to the kitchen to put lasagna in the oven. She intended to make the evening special, to make up for some of the tension between her and Joshua.Since the day was hot, unbearably so, she headed to the shower.She’d expected Josh to be home, but wasn’t overly worried. He’d likely taken himself off to the moor and hadn’t yet gotten her text asking him to join her.Thinking it might bring them closer if he’d shared that part of himself, Talia had once asked him to shift in front of her, but he’d steadfastly refused. It was his time, he’d said. Something he couldn’t share with anyone, even her.Many times when she woke in the night he would be gone. On his return, he’d often wake her and they would make love. Lately, he’d come home with a restless energy. She’d feel him slide into bed, turn over and slip into a troubled sleep.Maybe it was all part of being a shapeshifter. Something to do with the phases of the moon.She stripped off her work clothes, put the shower on cool, and stepped beneath the spray. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of the water against her skin and let the tension of the day slide off her shoulders.Over the spray of water, she heard the click of the back door. Joshua was home. She didn’t call out. He’d hear the shower soon enough, and by the time he reached the bathroom he would have stripped out of his clothes.How was it that all their problems seemed to fall away when they had sex? Here, they were compatible. Here, they saw eye to eye.So why did she still crave something that possibly didn’t even exist?Unbidden, her thoughts slipped back to that night she’d gotten lost on the moor. Why in heaven was she thinking about it so often these days? It was as if something called to her, made her more aware of her longing for what she’d experienced back then. Josh had been a young panther, he’d told her, running solo for the first time. Most of his kind didn’t experience shifting until they reached puberty, and they had to run with more experienced members until they learned the secrets and challenges of the moor.She’d been so desperate to learn more, to talk to him about that night and how much it had meant to her, but he was always circumspect. Probably because shifters weren’t supposed to talk about their experiences on the moor, especially not with humans.Pushing the thoughts away, she continued to soap herself, anticipating the moment the bathroom door would open and Joshua would stand there in all his glory and ready to play. With her free hand, she reached out and rubbed at the steamy shower screen, giving herself a clear window through which she would be able to see him. She could hear his footsteps—weird how attuned she was becoming to sound, scent and vision. It was almost as if her own senses had sharpened since she’d mated with a shifter. Perhaps that was a side effect? She’d have to check it out with Joshua. That was, if he’d be willing to discuss it.The footsteps seemed to wander from room to room, and she speculated as to what particular game Joshua was playing. Had he thought of yet another inventive way to string out the anticipation? To make her wait for him so that she was so hot by the time he reached her that she’d be desperate to jump him?She’d be damned if she’d call out to him, because that was probably one of his intentions. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and determined to play whatever game they were in the middle of. She unhooked the shower attachment, and held it ready at chest level, so that when he opened the door to the shower cubicle, she’d be in the perfect position to blast him.She bit down on her bottom lip. Denied the warmth of the shower water, she shivered from both the cool air on her flesh and the thought of what was to come. Knowing Josh, he’d be pissed when she drenched him, but a pissed and aroused Joshua was often a joy to behold.The footsteps grew louder and seconds later, the slow squeak of the door signaled his arrival. Since her peephole had steamed up again, she couldn’t see him, but smiled as the dark shadow approached the cubicle door. She hummed softly, sashayed a little, so that he’d think she was unaware of his presence and was simply enjoying her shower.The shadow remained outside the door, perfectly still and strangely menacing. Something niggled, seeming a little off. Did Josh seem taller, broader? She mentally nudged it away as a trick of the light, and possibly her own arousal. But goose-bumps lifted the tiny hairs on her arms and she gripped the showerhead tighter.Without warning, the cubicle door swung open and Talia had the breath knocked out of her momentarily as the cold snap of air whooshed into the small space. Narrowing her eyes, she raised the showerhead and let the spray hit Josh full in the face.“What the hell?”The deep curse that echoed around the bathroom and the strong hand that clasped her wrist belonged not to her husband, but some brute of a man who towered over her while she stood naked and trembling.“Who…what do you think you’re d-doing?”With his free hand, he wiped his drenched face. “My question exactly, sweetheart.”His deep green eyes glared at her, his grip tightening around her wrist so that she dropped the showerhead to the floor. In the process, it sprayed them both with water, soaking his dark gray T-shirt and jeans. It earned her another dark curse.She tried to scream, but nothing came out. So she did the next best thing. She fought. Kicking, hitting out with her free hand, and meeting nothing but rock-solid muscle.“Get out!” She lashed out once more, tugging furiously at his grip on her and trying in vain to get free of him. Her breath backed up in her lungs, all her muscles tight and trembling. “Let go of me!”He wiped his face again, the lower part of it sporting dark stubble. Talia let her gaze skim over him, trying to memorize his features for when she had to give a description to the police. God. He was built like a truck. His neck alone would rival the span of her waist, while his chest rippled and heaved beneath the soaked shirt.Suddenly aware of her nakedness, she ceased her perusal. “If you don’t let go of me, I’ll scream. So help me, I’ll scream loud enough to wake the dead.”He only grinned at that, yet there was little humor in it. Feral, she thought dazedly. He reminded her of a determined predator…Bloody hell. Was he a shifter? A member of a visiting pack? It seemed to happen pretty frequently, but from what she knew, they didn’t engage in breaking and entering.The thought that this man might be a shifter terrified her. She knew of their strength, of their power. Of their primal charm and charisma…which had to explain the sudden resurgence of arousal that powered through her trembling body.“Go ahead and scream. There’s nobody around to hear you.”He was right, of course, and she shivered with alarm. Most of their neighbors were at work, and the house itself was on the edge of the moor, its strategic position giving the pack’s leader both status and tactical strength.She raised her chin and made herself stare him straight in the eye. “You don’t scare me.”Another feral grin. “Is that so?” He glanced insolently down at her breasts and the hard, pebbled nipples that rose to attention. “But it sure looks like I do something to you, sweetheart.”She gasped, and he abruptly released his hold on her and stepped back. Since he was still blocking her exit from the cubicle, Talia couldn’t reach the towel she’d placed on the railing outside without brushing her body against him. She crossed one arm to cover her breasts, then reached down to palm her hand over her center.When he glanced to where her hands were purposefully placed, she suffered the punch of his assessing gaze and felt more naked than ever.“If you leave now, I won’t report you,” she stated, thankful that her voice had regained some of its authority. “Just go.”In answer, he raised his arm over his head and grabbed the back of his sodden shirt. Effortlessly, he shrugged it off and dropped it to the floor.Eyeing his chest, Talia swallowed. She’d thought Joshua’s chest was ripped, but this man’s was something else. Scars scored the wide expanse of hard, solid muscle, crisscrossing as if someone had planned to create a specific pattern there. But they did little to mar the sheer masculine perfection of his upper body. Down the right side of his torso, a deeper, angrier-looking scar traveled from his ribcage to disappear beneath his jeans.So lost in her heady examination, she didn’t realize he’d moved closer to her.She jerked back, flattening herself against the cubicle wall. “Don’t you dare touch me.”He spared her a glance. “Just undertaking some damage control. If my jeans get any wetter, I’ll need to ditch them, then there’ll be two of us naked in this shower.” He reached around her to turn off the faucet. “From your overreaction so far, I’m not sure you’d be too happy about that.”“My overreaction?” The absolute nerve of the jerk. “You’ve barged in here, threatened me—”“Wasn’t aware I’d done anything to you.”She half expected him to add yet, but he strolled across to the railing and picked up the towel she’d placed there. He tossed it to her, making her almost giddy with relief. If he was going to let her dry herself, surely his intentions weren’t quite as dishonorable as she’d feared.She wrapped the towel tightly around herself, keeping her gaze firmly on him. He went over to the rack and selected another towel with which he proceeded to dry himself.Her fears shot into orbit again when he positioned himself in front of the bathroom door, effectively barring her escape the way he had in the cubicle. Gingerly, she stepped out. If she could at least get access to the bathroom cabinet, she might be able to select something to use as a weapon.“What’s your name?”The question took her by surprise and she jerked her chin toward him. “I should be asking you that. So I know who to report when I make my statement to the police.”Perhaps in retrospect, she shouldn’t antagonize him, but the nerve of the man. Breaking into her home, terrorizing her, demanding to know her name as if she were the intruder.He laughed. “And just how many arrests has old Bill Tucker made recently?”“You know him?”“Since I was a kid. And if we’re talking arrests, maybe I should be the one pressing charges.”“I don’t know what you mean. Now will you please stand aside and let me out of this bathroom?”He threw the damp towel onto a nearby chair. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. At least not until you answer my question.”Since he’d planted his feet and crossed his arms over his massive chest, Talia swallowed down fresh tension. “What…what question?”“Just what the hell are you doing in my house?”
Author Bio:
Faye Avalon enjoys writing sexy stories about strong men and the savvy women who rock their world. She has taken a roundabout journey toward her writing career, working as cabin crew, detouring into property development, public relations and education, before finally finding her passion: writing spicy romantic fiction.
Faye lives with her super-ace husband and one beloved, ridiculously spoiled dog. They regularly expand their family by boarding puppies destined to become guide dogs. Between writing, reading, running around after manic puppies and grabbing some quality time with her husband, Faye enjoys a challenging yoga session or a night at the movies.
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Playboys of Boston Series Author Suzanne Rock @Suzanne_Rock Releases: For His Pleasure ~ Out Now!!

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – For His Pleasure SERIES – Playboys of Boston AUTHOR – Suzanne Rock GENRE – Contemporary PUBLICATION DATE – December 1, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 352 pages PUBLISHER – St. Martin’s Paperbacks COVER ARTIST – N/ABOOK SYNOPSIS A sensual tale about the risks and rewards of falling in too deep-and loving it.
PASSION COMES WITH A PRICE.Tired of living a lie, Arianna Perconti leaves her fiancé at the altar and runs into the arms of her family's fiercest rival, Jason Stone. Hoping to cash in on their 'friends-with-benefits' arrangement while hiding out from bitter relatives, Ari instead finds herself falling deeply, desperately in love with the sexy hotelier. Jason is everything she never knew she wanted-yet she will do absolutely everything to show him she means business. In bed...CAN THEY AFFORD TO LIVE WITHOUT IT?Jason lives in the fast lane and has the race cars to prove it. A born adrenaline junkie, he must admit that Ari is the perfect partner for his heart-pumping bedroom games. The problem? The relationship is starting to deepen, but is Jason really cut out to be a one-woman kind of man? The question haunts his days, only fueling the passion he and Ari share during those hot, hot nights. But when an estranged sibling enters the picture, threatening to take away everything he holds dear, Jason is forced to make a decision: Say goodbye to his wild ways or risk losing Ari forever?BUY & TBR LINKS Amazon Barnes and Noble iBooks Kobo Google Play Macmillan (St. Martin's Paperbacks) GOODREADS SHELFARIEXCERPT

“An intelligent Perconti woman giving back to the community on her own terms,” he murmured as he slid his gaze down her body. “You must be a thorn in your brother’s side.” 

Ari’s heart melted a little at the word intelligent. No one had ever called her that before. She knew that the media painted her as a dopey party girl, someone who couldn’t do anything without her brothers’ help. For years she had tried to change people’s minds, but the reputation clung to her like tanning spray. 

“Leo’s just overprotective, that’s all. I like to do things my own way.” As she placed her hand on his chest to stop him from pulling her closer, she marveled at the ripple of muscle underneath his leather jacket. The more she talked to him, the harder it was to remember why he was off-limits. “I think I frustrate him sometimes.” 

Jason chuckled. “Then it appears we have something in common, Ms. Perconti.” 

“Do we?” She dragged her gaze away from her hand and looked at his face. 

He nodded as amusement twinkled in his eyes. “I frustrate your brother, too.” 

Her breath caught as he flashed her his dimpled smile. “I guess we’re quite the pair, huh?” 

“Yes, Arianna. Quite the pair indeed.” Heat rippled through her as the amusement in his features faded, replaced by something more intense and hungry. 

Time seemed to stand still as the crowd around them faded away. Ari’s heartbeat quickened, and her legs felt weak. God, if he could affect her like this with just a look, imagine what he could do with a touch, a kiss . . . 

Off-limits, she had to yell in her mind. After a long moment, she cleared her throat and glanced at the McLaren beside her. 

“Your car is beautiful,” she said in an effort to change the subject.

“It has nothing on you.”

“Flirt.” Ari felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she pulled her hand from his. “My brother warned me about you.” 

“Oh really?” He seemed amused. “What did he say?” 

“He said that you were a manipulative asshole.” 

He snorted. “He’d be right—but only in the boardroom.” He reclined his arm on the car and inched his fingers toward her. “Outside the boardroom, I can be . . .” 

“Kind?” She dragged her gaze back to his. 

“Fun,” he corrected. 

“Forgiving?” She leaned forward, closing the distance between them. 

“Laid back.” He eased his fingers closer and twirled a long strand of her hair around his fingers.

“I like laid back.” She focused on his right dimple and wondered what it would feel like to run her tongue over it. 

“You do?” He shifted his gaze from his fingers to her face. 

She nodded. “I like fun even more.” 

“Well then.” He shifted his hand and hooked his finger under her chin. “It seems as if we have something else in common, Ms. Perconti.” 

She nodded. “I think we do. And call me Ari.” 

“Ari.” His voice was filled with awe and caused something to flutter in her lower abdomen. 

“Here we are.” Stefan hurried over with the cameraman and a large cardboard check. “Sorry about the wait.” 

“No trouble.” Ari cleared her throat and stepped away from Jason. The distance allowed her to get her bearings. What was she doing, flirting with the enemy? 

“Now, if you’d stand here, Ms. Perconti,” the cameraman said. 

Ari moved into position and made a show of taking the oversized check from Stefan and Jason. Then they repositioned themselves as Ari and Stefan handed an equally obnoxiously large check to Jason. 

“I told you that I didn’t want the money,” Jason said to Stefan. 

“You have to take it,” Ari said. “It’s part of the deal. The winner gets ten percent.”“But I don’t need it.” 

“It’s not about needing it. It’s about sportsmanship and fun.” 

“Interesting,” he murmured as he dragged his gaze over her curvy frame. “What if there was another way to achieve your goal, one where you got to keep your money?” 

“Another way?” Ari wrinkled her brow in confusion. 

“Yes.” 

Intrigued, Ari lowered her check. “I’m listening.” 

“Instead of taking the money, I take you.” When she frowned, he hurried to continue. “Just out to dinner. One boring dinner, that’s all I ask.”

She narrowed her gaze. “So let me get this straight. I get to keep the money if I go out to some fancy restaurant with you?” 

“Not a fancy restaurant. Somewhere more . . . amusing.” He grinned, showing off his dimple once more. “Consider it an extra donation from a benefactor.” He inched closer. “Someone who admires your passion for helping kids.” 

Ari glanced at Stefan, unsure. “It’s a lot of money you’re giving up.” And she knew that Leo would frown upon her taking it from Jason. This was a dangerous game they were playing, one where she could end up in a lot of trouble with her family. “Leo would kill me for being indebted to you.” 

“Just some beer and wings, and your brother will never know.” Jason closed the distance between them and flashed her that gorgeous, conspiratorial smile. “It will be our little secret.” 

“Beer and wings, huh?” The prospect of going to a restaurant with Jason was exciting. She never got to just hang out informally. Everything was orchestrated to show off her family’s cultured lifestyle and elegance. Beer and wings sounded . . . divine. 

Ari nibbled her lower lip. Jason may be manipulative, but she was a Perconti. If Leo could hold his own with Jason, it stood to reason that she could, too. Besides, it was only dinner. How much trouble could she possibly get into in a couple of hours? 

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.” 

“Perfect. It’s a date.” 

“Can we take the picture now?” Stefan asked. 

“Of course.” As Jason moved beside Ari and slid his arm around her waist, warm tingles raced over her skin. She did her best to listen to the instructions and smile for the camera, but it was difficult. Jason’s body heat surrounded her, making her feel safe and protected. It took most of her willpower to resist curling up next to him and burying her face in that strong, protective chest, especially when his fingers were inching down from her waist, skimming against her hip and upper thigh.

When the session was done, Stefan helped the cameraman pack up his things. Ari started to move away from Jason, but he gripped her hip tighter, holding her in place. Before she could protest, he leaned close, so close that his lips were inches away from her ear. 

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight. Be sure to wear something comfortable.” He dragged his hungry gaze down her body. “If you’re good, I might even give you a ride in the McLaren.” 

The McLaren. Ari took a step back and watched Jason get into his car, wondering just what she had gotten herself into.

AUTHOR BIONYT and USA Today Best Selling author Suzanne Rock resides in central Massachusetts with her college sweetheart and two daughters. She published her first book in June 2009 and has since written over thirty erotic stories with St. Martin’s Press, Simon and Schuster, Electric Ink Press, and others. For a listing of her books and workshops, please visit her website (http://www.SuzanneRock.com).Suzanne is represented by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency (http://www.deidreknight.com) and writes mainstream romances under the pen name Ava Conway (http://www.AvaConway.com).AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS WEBSITE FACEBOOK TWITTER TSU GOODREADS LINKEDIN PINTEREST GOOGLE+ AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE BARNES & NOBLE AUTHOR PAGE iBOOKS AUTHOR PAGE KOBO AUTHOR PAGE GOOGLE PLAY AUTHOR PAGE MACMILLAN AUTHOR PAGE ROMANCE ON A BUDGET BLOG ROMANCE BOOKS 4 US (30th of every month) SUZANNE/ AVA'S AWESOME READERS FACEBOOK GROUP
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