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Welcome to the World! OUT Now!! Three New Holiday Books by Pablo Michaels @pablomichaels1 ~ Release Blitz

Secret Santa
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The Secret SantabyPablo Michaels(@pablomichaels1)ISBN: 978-0-9943462-8-5Buy linksAmazon     Ganxy     XinXii
Blurb:
Waking amidst a cloud of white powder, Devon cannot believe what he beheld, an image of his childhood fantasy, a skimpily dressed hunk, portraying Santa Claus. The Secret Santa, Erik, taunts Devon with erotic gestures in conveying Santa’s message for Devon to be enlisted as a Secret Santa. Devon must perform certain tasks to prove his love and loyalty to his lover, Peter. Continuously appearing and vanishing in a shroud of white powder, Erik guides Devon along his path to attain his goal. But Erik tempts him sexually, especially when Devon is exercising to perfect his body for Peter on Christmas Day. Devon attempts to tell Peter about the mysterious Secret Santa but receives a disbelieving response. Through all the temptations and with approach of the big day, how does Peter react to the surprise Christmas Eve party which he did not want? Does Devon prove his love and loyalty to Peter?
Excerpt:
 Devon jolted awake from a deep sleep. Opening his eyes, slowly, he focused through a plume of twinkling, white powder to a stranger standing at the foot of the bed. He thought he was imagining this six foot tall man, sculpted like a Greek god. His head was adorned with a red and white Santa hat. His trimmed, snowy white beard blended with the long hair cascading down to his ivory, cropped hairy chest. Scrutinizing him more thoroughly, he realized he was not an apparition but real. Devon’s penis surged into erection, as he stared at the fluffy, red jockstrap, accenting the large bulge beneath. He couldn’t ignore the black leather suspenders attached to the waistband of the Christmas themed loin cloth and the shiny, dark, leather boots, stretching to his knees. He never imagined Santa Claus would excite him as this man did. “Who are you?” Devon gasped, accelerating his curiosity into unfamiliar fantasies.  “Don’t you recognize me, Devon?” The man bellowed a hearty laugh.“You look like the Santa Claus from my childhood memories.” Devon mumbled, secretively.“Have you given up on the true spirit of Christmas?” The Santa Claus imposter smiled and sat at the edge of the bed next to Devon.   Devon’s right hand brushed a few strands of his unruly hair from his eyes. Becoming more alert, he focused his eyes more from the previous distorted vision. He turned to wake Peter, but his partner was gone.  “Peter left an hour ago.  Don’t you remember he had to work early?”“How do you know our names?”“You still don’t believe?” The man smiled, his sparkling, cobalt blue eyes radiating erotic warmth.      “You can’t be the real Santa Claus,” Devon insisted.“Why?”“You’re just not. For one, you can’t be real.”“Oh, I am real. Want to touch?” The man extended his muscular arm within Devon’s reach.Devon wrapped his two hands around his biceps. “Okay. So you are real. Man, are you really real. But you are not Santa Claus.””Well…-no.  But I’m a special assistant, assigned to help him.”“You’re one of his elves, then?”“No. Look at me. Do I really look like an elf?”“Yeah right. You can’t be one of Santa’s elves. You’re too big. And the size of that bulge beneath your very revealing jockstrap would definitely eliminate you.”   “I’m a Secret Santa. I was sent here to rekindle your love and happiness.” The secret assistant edged closer, the bulge in his pouch becoming more pronounced.“Did the real Santa Claus send you to seduce me?” “Oh; no, no, no!  You’ve been selected to be a Secret Santa, like me.” He shimmied next to Devon, until there was physical contact between them. “I’ll teach you how to become a Secret Santa. I’ll reignite the fire of your passion with an exceptional power found in a special recipe from the North Pole’s almighty vault. Ultimately, Peter’s happiness will be restored.” He stooped, rubbing his broad shoulders against Devon’s chest. He looked up at Devon and smiled.“I’m getting aroused? This shouldn’t be happening, if you were sent by the real Santa.”“I’m only testing you, and your love for Peter. And to evaluate your qualifications.” He set his hand on Devon’s thigh, massaging it, firmly.“A test? This is the worst temptation I’ve had in years. What’s your name?”“It will get easier,” he spoke softly, continuing to grope his leg. “I’m Erik, of Nordic descent.”
Little Old St. Nick
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“Is sex before dinner with Little Old St. Nick the true meaning of Christmas?”

Jonathan and Prescott have a fairy tale relationship until one year when they hit rock bottom. A last ditch effort by Prescott to decorate for the holidays accompanied by their next door older neighbor’s kinky gifts and a Christmas dinner. Jacob has the appearance of a little old ST. Nick. His efforts help Jonathan and Prescott resolve their problems. Years later Jonathan has the same opportunity to help their neighbors by playing the role of Little Old St. Nick. Does sex before Christmas dinner play an important part of Christmas to Little Old St. Nick? 
Excerpt:
Jonathan and Prescott lived a fairy tale romance, especially during the holiday season. They loved each other with devotion, never expressing jealousy. They were both very handsome men and took pride in their grooming, never to allow sloppiness to enter their lifestyle. Every year, they celebrated Christmas and the holidays with unusual and exotic festivities.   Jonathan studied the display of twinkling, multi-colored lights he had strung on the on the Christmas tree. Looks good. But lacks something. Ah, yes, the ornaments, of course. I’m so glad we collected our ornaments from all over the world. They’re our memories of our fabulous trips. I can remember where we got that hand-blown glass one. Let me look for it. It was from Germany. The colors in it are so beautiful. It is so amazing how the lights dazzle you as they reflect through it. He unwrapped the ornaments, carefully setting them aside to hang, momentarily. Here it is. He hung the ornament and watched the lights filter through the various hues of glass.   Ah, yes. Just as I remembered it. He continued to hang the ornaments on the tree.   Upon finishing the decorating, Jonathan sat in the windowsill, inspecting the tree for any empty spaces. He found the tree adequately filled with enough ornaments. He turned and watched the snow fall on the tall spruce tree in the front yard. It had cloaked the tree, the lights he had strung almost disappearing. Our yard looks so nice, the tree lit up and the eaves of the roof sparkling brightly with all the colors. It will be so nice to have all our friends and family here for the party. Everyone seems to enjoy it. I am so glad that the food we collected for the needy will help out this year. Times have been rough and people need food, especially on Christmas. I hope Prescott likes the presents I give him this year. It wasn’t easy finding things original. I think he will be so hot in that see through jock strap. He has such a nice dick. The way tapers to a big bulging crown when it’s hard. I love our sexual romp in bed while the prime rib cooks for Christmas Day dinner. I love the holidays. It’s so festive.   He watched a UPS truck pull up. The man jumped out with a bundle of packages for their neighbor across the street, Jacob. Our Little Old St. Nick has been remembered. I wonder who started calling him that. Prescott or me? But he does look like Santa. His little pot belly, that snow white hair and beard. Even his eyes sparkle when he laughs. He’s such a dirty old man, though. I love his stories with Rosa. He tells us everything that goes on with her. Even their sexual escapades. He’s funny. He has certainly enjoyed our Christmas dinners. I hope we have his strong sexual drive when we’re his age. He made us laugh that time he gave us a box of condoms. He brings us mistletoe each year and begs to watch us kiss. I suppose that is why we call him Little Old St. Nick.   The UPS man drove his truck down the street. Jonathan continued to watch the snow pile up again on the street, remembering their Christmas morning event. First, we open our stockings. Then, we rush to the Community Center and feed a hot meal to the homeless for the annual Christmas Feast. We donate coats and sweaters.  We’re not quite as guilty for having prime rib and spending money on lavish gifts for ourselves.   But it was not always a season of joy and harmony. Back in the first years of their relationship, they did not have it so good. Jonathan was unemployed. They lived each day on a dwindling budget; they barely had enough food for Christmas Day dinner.
The Christmas Card
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Billie hands his partner, Glenn, his Christmas card, a picture of them in scant underwear taken years before when their bodies were younger. Billie requests they undress and get into the same underwear, depicted on the cover of the card for a night of frolic. When the Christmas carols begin to play on the stereo, Glenn is surprised by the four bartenders from the new bar, My Man cave, holding large Christmas ornaments in front of their naked bodies to assist in decorating for Christmas. The a little later, there is a knock at the dining room door. The salesman from the Christmas tree lot delivers their tree without any clothes. Finally, their hunky neighbor arrives in a Santa suit to help celebrate in the festivities. Can Glenn hold out for the final celebration in bed with Billie?

Excerpt:

“Open this and you’ll find out how I’m trying to be good this year.” Billie handed Glenn an envelope.Glenn opened a Christmas card. “Oh, no. This is the picture of our first Christmas together. You were really devious that year. ” But he was still suspicious of Billie’s intentions. “Where’d you find this picture?”“Never mind. Why don’t you give me a kiss? Just like you did under that mistletoe in the picture?”“You have to wear some underwear like you did that day."“That’s a definite possibility when we get home. But only if you wear a red jockstrap.”Glenn ignored his comment, studying the cover of the card more carefully, while Billie paid the waiter.  On the drive home from the restaurant, Glenn reminisced over the first Christmas they had spent together fifteen years ago. Billie had hung mistletoe from a eucalyptus tree limb in the backyard of the house. He knew Billie had saved those Santa hats. They took pictures of each other, grasping a branch that suspended horizontally, dressed in only red Santa hats and festive underwear, Glenn in his red jockstrap and Billie in thin, red silky briefs. Of course, that was many years before when they were much younger, very much in love, and willing to do almost anything sexually bold.“I suppose you hung mistletoe from a tree in our backyard?”“No, but there is some hanging above the steps in the dining room. We can take pictures again for our Christmas cards next year.” Billie parked the car in front of their house.“I don’t think so. Not at our age. I don’t think our friends would be thrilled by me in a jockstrap.”“You’d be surprised. You’re still very sexy.”They walked into the house, everything was festive inside, except the tree which had yet to be decorated."How much did you have to beg or do for whoever helped you for your Christmas gift?" Glenn opened the card again. He remembered the chill of the cold December air rushing around and through him, especially since he had been dressed only in his seasonal, red and white jockstrap that first Christmas. "I’m getting cold just thinking of that first Christmas.""Not a thing, when I said it was for you. Don't you think I'd be sizzling hot in a pair of underwear you like so much?" Billie bragged about the low-cut red briefs he had worn that year, purposely to taunt him. Glenn preferred the satin-smooth nylon fabric.  The thin silk-like fabric aroused him. He liked to feel Billie’s dick hardening through the flimsy underwear. "Yes, you would look enticing. I don’t believe your gift didn’t cost anything.”“I’ll be right back.” Billie interrupted him, escaping from Glenn’s inquisition, rushing to their bedroom. He quickly shed all his clothes and pulled out a pair of red boy shorts from the drawer in the dresser. The material was thin and soft to the touch. I know he’ll like these. He slipped them on and put on the familiar Santa hat. He pulled out a red jockstrap for Glenn and placed it on the bed next to the other Santa hat.As he entered the living room, Billie flaunted his attire.

About the Author:
Pablo Michaels disguised himself as a shy, friendly heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love with another man his first year in college, he followed him to another university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued in his in studies. When he had his first sexual encounter with another man, just before turning twenty-one, he exploded into gay life with lust and anger. He attempted to live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was wrong.He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. When he turned twenty-one, he moved to San Francisco to work and write, experiencing more of gay life. In the 1980's he wrote every chance he had, trying and failing miserably at publishing mainstream fiction. He published his first story in 1986 in a literary magazine.After writing plays, short stories, poetry, and two novels, he began writing gay genre stories, since he had more knowledge and experience with gay lifestyle. Trying to publish, he went to a library seminar hosted by two published authors. Inspired by the gay writer, Scott Kemble he connected with him on the internet site for The San Francisco Bay Area Literary Arts Newsletter and Review, which published four of Pablo's short stories.Feverously writing since 2004, he published his first e-book, “Pagan Knights of Cambria“ with Life of Riley Productions in London. Soon a mainstream story, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again Hooray", published also. In 2012 Pablo self-published his first novel, "Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time", combining mystery and humor in a gay, erotic romance. He continues to write more episodes in his next novel, The Deer in the Forest The plot spreads over several decades, about a man's attempts to adapt to the world he lives, all with love, heartache, history and survival at no cost. His latest article, Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs, was just published in the very popular SimplySxy.com online magazine. You can read the insightful article here. http://simplysxy.com/articles/2015/06/08/why-gay-men-retire-to-palm-springs/ Pablo retired from gardening and landscaping to devote his energy to write fiction. As a gay man he wishes to promote his writing in the fictional, gay genre to help others understand the necessity for equal rights for LGBT people and comprehend that love between a man and a man, people of the same sex, is as natural as love between a man and a woman. Throughout his lifetime he has experienced the long battle of achieving acceptance. He has searched for a committed relationship with another man. He has loved his partner for eighteen years. They were married legally in front of Harvey Milk's bust in the rotunda of San Francisco City Hall by a judge, in 2008. Although their marriage remained legal after the passage of Proposition 8, they continued to work to repeal DOMA and Prop. 8. Throughout his life he has attempted to live and practice peace as a process for living.His book, Blood, Sweat and Black Leather, a gay paranormal romance, was published by Yellow Silk Dreams in January 2015. His Latest book, Affairs of Men’s Hearts, published in May 2015 by Yellow Silk Dreams is an anthology of four stories connected by the themes of gay men seeking love with another man, from wishful thinking male to male romances to gay marriage.
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Asylum by Dana Wright @danawrite ~ Release Blitz

AsylumbyDana Wright(@danawrite)
Blurb:

In the shadows of the heart, love is the greatest refuge.Rachel Winestock is in a bad spot. She needs to get her Nana out of an abysmal assisted living center no ifs, ands, or buts about it. With the help of her demon cat Thickety, she agrees to put her ghost-hunting mettle back to the test after a horrific accident nearly claimed the life of her best friend. Ghosts are drawn to Rachel, and like her Nana says, with any great gift comes a great responsibility.Matt Rutledge suffers no fool lightly—especially frauds who prey on the weak and grieving. A professional reality show host, he's seen his fair share of bad apples. One look at Rachel has him wondering just which side of the barrel she falls into. He knows there's something bad within the walls of Bremore Asylum. The voices of the past are alive behind the imposing iron gates. Now he just has to prove it.When Rachel agrees to take the job investigating the disappearance of a fellow ghost hunter at Bremore Asylum, she is totally unprepared for the sexy and stubborn psychic debunker Matt Rutledge to be a part of the package. Can these two opposing forces, with the help of a very cranky demon cat, find the answers behind the asylum's crumbling walls before the asylum's grim history repeats itself?
Pages: 84Genre: ghosts, ghost hunter, demon, cat, paranormal, time travel, psychic, enemies to loversPublisher: Etopia Press
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Excerpt:CHAPTER ONERachel Winestock quietly let herself into the room where her grandmother lay nestled under the sheets, the blankets swallowing her slender frame. Pale and shrunken, she was a frail shadow of what she had been months ago. Rachel smiled at the sound of her steady breathing and light snoring. Nana needed her rest and was stubborn about admitting it. Peering over at her wizened face, her grandmother’s lips appeared chapped.Damn it. What do these people have against ChapStick?It wasn’t fair. Nana appeared to be shrinking right before her eyes. Rachel had already lost her parents. She didn’t want to lose Nana too. It was too much. Especially after everything they’d been through over the last year. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she fought against them. She had to be strong.No.If Nana woke up and found her crying, there would be hell to pay. Rachel sniffled and forced her emotions in check.“She needs to get out of here.” Thickety blurted out, his shadowy form hidden in the dimness of the room. His long cat tail flicked his distain, and he edged his head toward Rachel. Red eyes glowed from his smoky black form that could be as solid or transparent as he needed it to be. “The smell is worse than a cat box.”“Why do you insist on following me? Can’t you just leave well enough alone?” Rachel ground out, trying her hardest not to make eye contact with the demonic cat. He’d been in her life since she could remember and nowhere along the way had it ever been easy. “And I know that. Look at those bruises.”“Hey. I’m doing you a solid here. You want to know where the missing bracelet is that used to be on her arm? I’d look at that attendant down the hall.”“The last time I listened to you someone almost died.”“Don’t you mean ignore? I told you the child was in the house, not to go poking into foundation walls with no structure to hold them up. There’s a difference, sweet cheeks.” Thickety raised his paw and licked at his foot. “Remember I was right. Just because your friend decided to get a little crazy with a mallet and found herself buried was not my fault.”Rachel sucked in a breath and gritted her teeth. “Look. I came here to see my grandmother. Can we save the arguments for later?”“Fine.” The cat yawned and crept closer, his eyes focused on Rachel’s Nana. “She used to be livelier than this. What are they feeding her?”
“I don’t know but whatever it is, it’s not enough. She looks terrible.” Weak and more fragile than she had ever seen her, Rachel had to do something to get her out of here. Even if that something was take a job working for Harold Danvers. The past was the past. It was easy to say that until the nightmares came, leaving her shaking in her bed covered in sweat.
About the author:
Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go bump in the night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed. She is currently working on several children's stories, young adult fiction, romantic suspense, short stories and is trying her hand at poetry. She is a contributing author to Ghost Sniffer’s CYOA The Haunting of Zephyr Zoo, Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women in Horror” issue in February 2013 and "Revenge" in October 2013, a contributing author to Potatoes!, Fossil Lake, Of Dragons and Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds, Undead in Pictures, Potnia, Shadows and Light, Dark Corners (upcoming), Wonderstruck, Shifters: A Charity Anthology, Dead Harvest, Monster Diaries, Holiday Horrors and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media. She is the author of Asylum, The Invitation and Texas Twister.   Dana has also reviewed music for Muzikreviews.com specializing in New Age and alternative music and has been a contributing writer to Eternal Haunted Summer, Massacre Magazine, Metaphor Magazine, The Were Traveler October 2013 edition: The Little Magazine of Magnificent Monsters, the December 2013 issue The Day the Zombies Ruled the Earth. She currently reviews music at New Age Music Reviews and Write a Music Review.
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Loving the Czar by Olivia Gaines @Olivia Gaines ~ #Rafflecopter & Release Blitz

Title: Loving the CzarAuthor: Olivia GainesGenre: IR Romance/Action AdventureHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours Blurb:

In this episode…Ryanne knew that loving the Czar was not going to be easy because Eduardo Delgado is a complicated man.Complicated becomes an understatement for the direction her life takes when she heads to Colombia for a week in Eduardo’s world.The surprises keep coming, the laughs are plenty, and yes, Eduardo meets Big Sarge.   The adventure continues and evolves in this episode of the Blakemore Files. Olivia Gaines is the award winning best selling author of Thursdays in Savannah. She also writes the best selling serial The Blakemore Files.She lives in Augusta, GA with her husband, son and snotty cat, Katness Evermean. 

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The Lover’s Surrender by J.C. Reed @JCReedAuthor ~ #Rafflecopter & Release Blitz

Title: The Lover’s SurrenderAuthor: J.C. ReedGenre: Mature New Adult/Adult Contemporary RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours Blurb: 

LOVE…sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s bad. And sometimes it’s dangerous.Brooke Stewart, a realtor in New York, is sure of one of thing. She should never fully trust someone who has secrets. Especially when said bad boy is the sexiest man walking on earth. She is running away and has no intention of ever returning to him. But when a friend is killed and the one man she thought she would never meet again is accused of murder, she knows the story doesn’t add up.Dangerously sexy and arrogant millionaire Jett Mayfield knows his secrets are not doing him any favors. However, when they serve to save Brooke’s life, he has no intention of revealing them. When problems spiral out of control and his life is turned upside down, he knows he needs her more than ever. He needs her more than he knows. But will he be strong enough to do what needs to be done?In a world where truth shatters and danger is closing in on them, where love is their only sanctuary, will they be able to find each other or is it time to let each other go?


J.C. Reed is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author of SURRENDER YOUR LOVE and CONQUER YOUR LOVE. She writes steamy contemporary fiction with a touch of mystery. When she's not typing away on her keyboard, forgetting the world around her, she dreams of returning to the beautiful mountains of Wyoming. You can also find her chatting on Facebook with her readers or spending time with her children.

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A Summer with Snow by Hallie Swanson ~ Ooooooo, What a Sizzling Summer!!

Title: A Summer with SnowAuthor: Hallie SwansonGenre: Contemporary RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours Blurb: It was the summer of 2005, probably the most memorable summer of my life. I was twelve years old, six weeks we spent together, forty two days, in that time our friendship grew, and then without warning he upped and left. I always hoped he’d come back to us, I couldn’t let go of his memory. He became my first, my only teenage crush. Every day he was in my mind, and every night he was in my dreams. Ten years on this man is still my secret obsession no matter how many men I’ve met and dated, nobody ever measured up. Even today, all I can think about is the summer of 2005, the summer I spent with Snow. .... But although Darcy thought she knew all there was to know about Snow, she couldn't have been more wrong. Author Links: 
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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Summer-Snow-Frosted-Seasons-Book-ebook/dp/B015RWVWOS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1447539553&sr=8-1&keywords=a+summer+with+snowB&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-summer-with-snow-hallie-swanson/1122885695;jsessionid=270449BF1C976AB32D8F6326B1E3E196.prodny_store02-atgap11?ean=2940152679878iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-summer-with-snow/id1054742012?mt=11Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/a-summer-with-snow one  “Darcy, lift your arms above your head,” he says, standing directly before me.His tanned physique is to die for. Steam wafts up from his broad chest. There’s a slight gap between us, yet he feels so warm. Standing here like this is everything I’ve ever pictured in my dreams; every sensation, every ounce of feeling rushes through the core of my body. The tips of his fingers take the edge of my T-shirt, and holding onto the cotton material they slowly glide up past my waist, past my breasts, and with my arms raised, past my fingers. I glance down as he drops my top onto the bed. Encased by his arms, he unclips the fastenings of my bra. I sense his chest has cooled as he leans his bare flesh against my breasts. I lower my eyes, expecting him to lift me onto the bed, and I’ve no desire to fight him. He rests his cheek against mine, and I flinch as his stubble rubs against my face. His lips part as they press against my ear, and I tilt my head ever so slightly so that they can move down to my neck.“You shower, Darcy; I left the water running.”His fingers, his lips slip away and he walks to the far side of the bed, still rubbing at his hair. Is he acting like the perfect gentleman or, after the way I’ve acted, is he just too scared to make the first move? As I look over his body the thought of him inside me is making me wet. I blush, feeling embarrassed at my own thoughts. What’s happening to you, Darcy?Filled with frustration, I saunter into a bathroom of wall-to-wall mirrors. I step out of my trousers and my black lace panties, and from the cold tiled floor into the shower. Blinded by steam, I lean my head back against the striking white wall tiles. I blink, screwing up my eyes as they are hit by jets of hot water. Taking the lathered soap from its porcelain dish, I rub it between my palms, touching my face, my arms. I begin circling my hands over my skin, trying to wash my frustration away; on reaching my breasts I circle my nipples … they are hard against my fingers. Still covered in soap and water, my hands dip down to my waist and on between my legs; slowly I begin to rub myself. I take his advice and pretend that’s it’s not me here, but someone else. Losing myself in my head, I feel I’m also losing my inhibitions.“Snow!” I cry out. “Can you come here?” Two  “I was about to put my truncheon in your hand, but thought you’d prefer my cock.”My instinct tells me that at the first chance I get I should turn round and punch him in the face, yet having him so God damn near I’m feeling myself starting to relax; he’s starting to turn me on.“We’ve made love…” He nibbles my neck. “We’ve fucked, but it gets much more exciting from here on, so now for the role play.”“Snow…”I try to butt in, but I gasp back my words as he slips my hand down the front of his trousers. I can feel his every inch and can feel how much he wants me.“Look, Darc, if you’re not into this kind of thing, we can always drive back to the hotel, or meet up with Chase and Rayne.”I attempt to shake my head against the cold metal bonnet. I feel his lips move my hair from my face as he whispers into my ear.“I thought if I spiced things up a bit, this relationship could go all the way. I don’t want you looking elsewhere now, do I?” he says, grazing my lobe with his teeth.His hand prise its way between my thighs and the bonnet, and he ruches up my long black dress until it’s level with my undies. He slips his fingers inside my lace panties and I open up slightly more as he feels his way between my folds. His fingers hover, then massage my sex. Pleasurable groans slip from between my lips as he circles his fingers around my hardening bud. I tighten my grasp around the warm skin of his penis, slowly moving my hand up and down his shaft.“Okay, Snow, I’ll play your game,” I utter.As my hand moves faster, I squeeze his cock just a little too hard and he flinches.“Though maybe not so rough.”He jerks it out of my hand, slides his arm under my stomach and turns me over onto my back. I gaze up into darkness and the rugged outline of his face.“Okay, now do as I’ve asked and get in the fucking car.”Straightening my dress, I lift my legs, bend slightly and ease myself onto the back seat. A flash of metal, a click and my wrists are held tight in handcuffs.“Don’t you think I’ll need my hands?” I smirk as he buries a small metal key in his trouser pockets.“What you’re going to be doing to me, you won’t be needing your hands.”“Snow…”“Enough!” he yells. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, and you’re in big trouble.”I can’t help but giggle at how serious he’s being. He grabs my knees, pulling me round to face him.“Now lie back,” he demands, “and shut that dirty mouth of yours.”He smiles, and the small light in the car enhances the whiteness of his teeth. He leans into me, searching for my lips. I feel their softness, and the stroke of his finger as it runs down my cheek.“Darcy, do you trust me?” he murmurs, and I nod.“How do you fancy trying something you haven’t tried before?”I see a small tube that he pulls from his pocket. I don’t answer his question, but lean back and close my eyes. three  I can’t help thinking that in her own way she’s as fucked up as me, and what she said was true; guess some people really do wear their scars better than others. I lean forward on the bed, pulling her towards me by the waistband of her shorts.“No, Snow, get off me.”She takes a step forwards, but I pull her back. She spins round, hitting out at my face; grabbing her above the elbows I pull her into my chest, encasing her in my arms.“Get off me!” she yells.“It’s okay, Darc, it’s okay.”The harder she fights, the tighter my hold on her becomes. After only moments I feel her tenseness dissolve and her yells become sobs. I reach up, softly stroking my hand down the back of her hair in the same way I remember my mother doing to me as a boy when I was upset… But that’s Snow’s story and locked away. There are so many facets to my life, ones I’m not prepared to share.Still holding her against me, we’re almost as one as I lower us back onto the bed. This is foreign territory I enter, for never in my life have I held a woman the way I’m holding Darcy now. I have this overriding feeling that takes over my head, telling me I want to protect her, keep her safe. Suddenly, my heart hurts, for it is something Snow was unable to do for Summer. But this isn’t a sisterly love I feel for Darcy; I can’t place what I feel. I glance down onto her soft forehead, my eyes following the bridge of her nose, and it suddenly dawns on me that I can’t imagine my life without her in it; yet what chance do two people as broken and as lost as we are really have?It’s strange how moments can turn into hours without you realising, and it’s amazing how long our arms stayed wrapped around one another without either of us wanting to pull away. I look down at her as she lifts her head from my chest, and we hold each other in a long drawn-out stare. I smile at the multicoloured paint on her face. Seeing a half-empty glass on the table beside us, I stretch my arm towards it and dip my finger into the water. I lift myself from her, allowing her head to fall lightly onto the pillow behind. I draw my wet fingers down from her forehead, smudging the shades as I try to rub the paint away. But as I wipe away her painted mask, I see a woman beneath, a beautiful woman whose eyes have settled on me… At the end of the day she’s still a woman, and every woman I have every loved, who has ever meant anything to me, has just caused me pain. Faces from my past flash into my head… Is it only a matter of time before I kiss Darcy goodbye and she becomes no more than a memory? Then, like so many times before, I will forget her, pick myself up and start my life over.I lean my arm past her and turn off the light, then once more hold her in my arms.

This Beautiful Escape, Vol 1 and Vol 2 ~ Ataxia Awareness Fundraiser Anthology ~ Spread Love and Hope

This Beautiful EscapeAtaxia Awareness Fundraiser AnthologyRelease: 11/24/2015This Beautiful EscapeVolume OneBy: Melissa Ann, Monica May, David S. Scott, Ethan Radcliff, Chelle Bliss, A.M. Wilson, Lora Ann, Airicka Phoenix, Audrina Lane, Bernard Young, Cleo Scornavacca, Heather Dahlgren, J.D. Stockholm, J.P. Barry, K.D. Grace, Kim Black, Linda Hamonou, Muffy Wilson, Naomi Shaw, S.L. Bull, Siren X. Star, Teesa Mee, Pablo Michaels, Komal Chandwani, K.L. Shandwick, Elizabeth Butts, Ella Medler, C.A. Bell, Cathy Schisel Knuth, A.T. KingContributors: Bella Jeanisse, JD Hawkins, JW Snootz, Jenna Galicki
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Synopsis: 18+Open this book each day for an inspirational message written by some of your favourite authors.This Anthology is special because each author that contributed has shared a piece of their heart with each and every reader.This book is about spreading love and hope through the written word.All proceeds will be donated to Ataxia Canada.Available in ebook and paperback Nov 24/2015
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Rough Submission by Dawn White @DawnWhite9 and Paige Matthews @paigematthews_3 ~ Release Blitz

 Rough Submission
Submission has a whole new meaning when a Ranger is involved.
Sexy woman playing with macho mans abs closeup black and white[/caption] Book one of the Bound by Honor trilogy has released!!!!!! Join Best selling Authors Dawn White and Paige Matthews as they take you on a journey of submission through the eyes of a Ranger. 

Blurb:

AutumnI wasn’t looking for love. No, I had made a decision – one to help those that needed it; to try and save a life. I thought joining the pen pal program would be something to keep me distracted while I adjusted to my new life. I never thought I’d fall in love with a soldier… Brock I wasn’t looking for love. I had everything I needed; my platoon, my career, my focus. When it came to women, I got what I needed when I needed it- nothing more, nothing less. Until I received that first letter. She changed that, but as I walk down the aisle she still doesn’t know the secret I keep hidden. I never thought I’d fall in love with an angel. How can I bring her into my world?


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About the Authors: 

Dawn WhiteDawn White resides in Southern WV with her husband and three daughters. She has always been an avid reader and seems to live a busy life as a wife and mother. One thing that keeps Dawn sane is her writing. She will always strive to give you the best of her busy mind. 
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Paige Matthews Paige Matthews grew up in a small town in Western Connecticut. After receiving a BA and MA in Literature and writing, Paige began to focus on writing her own style of fiction. Paige focuses on the emotional aspects of the D/s relationship and writes primarily BDSM fiction. In 2015, Paige signed with Raven's Seduction Press.When Paige is not writing, or working her full time job, she can be found watching hockey, reading and enjoying time with her family. Paige currently lives in Western CT with her husband, two children and dog. 
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Top 10 from Author Susan Squires @susansquires of One With the Darkness ~ Release Blitz

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – One With the Darkness SERIES – The Companion Series AUTHOR – Susan Squires GENRE – Regency Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – October 6, 2015 LENGTH – 341 pages PUBLISHER – Independent COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2MediaBOOK SYNOPSISNew York Times bestselling author Susan Squires invites you into the world of two lovers who share a seductive past and a dangerous desire…DIVIDED BY CENTURIESContessa Donnatella di Poliziano has power, beauty, and—as a vampire—eternal life. Her overwhelming regret is a mistake she made centuries ago when she chose not to transform her one true love, Jergan, into a vampire too. Donnatella’s choice has deprived her of the only true love she’s ever known. But just as all seems lost, the discovery of a 300-year-old note leads her to a gift left by her old friend, Leonardo da Vinci: a machine to take her back in time to rewrite the history of her heart…UNITED BY OTHERWORLDLY DESIREOnce back in time, Donnatella’s memory of the intervening years is lost. Yet when she sees the breathtaking barbarian slave, Jergan, from afar, she feels like she has always known him. The instant attraction she feels draws them together. For Donnatella, the romance is tantalizing, awakening a passion that feels both old and new. But as the two fall in love again, a new danger threatens to tear them apart. Now Jergan’s love for Donnatella will be tested in a most perilous way—and if he fails, the two lovers will be separated again…for eternity. Blog Comments “Squires combines extreme sensuality with dangerous drama.” —Romantic Times BOOKreviews“ONE WITH THE DARKNESS is one of the finest, innovative vampire novels I've read.” --Romance Junkies
BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE USAMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UK SMASHWORDS iTUNES EXCERPT“Let me get your property, my lady,” the trader said. They turned to the back of the stall. Three men clustered round the straining barbarian, laughing as he tried to twist away. Blood dripped from his wrists where he had pulled against his shackles. He spat at them. It was his only means of defiance.Graccus wiped his face and laughed. “Oh, he’ll be a joy to break.”“I agree,” she said. The three yanked their gazes up, as did the barbarian. He flushed in shame. “Now unhand my new slave, sirs, so I may begin.”“What? But I am buying him for my brothel!”She waved the receipt scroll. “Too late.” Her She turned to the trader. “For the price I just paid, you can throw in a pair of shackles.” The trader nodded and clapped his hands. Slaves appeared with the required bindings. They unlocked the barbarian’s wrists from the poles and chained them behind his back before they released his feet. His ankles, too, were bloodied. Those green eyes stared at her, burning with intensity, as though he was still not sure what had just happened to him. Excitement churned inside her. This was the start of something—she didn’t know quite what. “Come quietly, slave,” she ordered, putting all the force of her personality behind her words, just shy of raising her Companion for compulsion. “You two—see that he does.” Two of Titus’s bodyguards nodded. Each took one of the slave’s arms and dragged him forward.“You knew I wanted him,” Graccus was saying. The trader only shrugged. He couldn’t have gotten two thousand dinars for a slave bound for a brothel.They pushed into the market throng. “There you are,” Titus called, hurrying over. Livia saw him frown as he registered the barbarian. “Livia Quintus, what is this? You’ve never purchased this creature!”“I have, Titus. He was a soldier, therefore skilled in martial arts. He even speaks Latin. He’ll be a perfect bodyguard.”“Livia, return him at once. This is no slave for a woman.”Livia turned to her new purchase, seeing him through Titus’s eyes. Bloody and sweating, he looked fierce, with those intense green eyes and all that hair. But he was the one she wanted. She knew that as certainly as she knew her own name. “Once we clean him up you won’t recognize him.”“He needs more than a bath to make him suitable.”“You were the one who suggested a bodyguard slave, and now that I’ve meekly done as you ask, you rail at me.”Titus rolled his eyes. “Meek? I would welcome meek.” Livia gestured her entourage forward. Titus sighed and fell in step. “I just hope you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew.” AUTHOR BIOSusan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the year’s most influential mass market books and One with the Shadows a Best book of the Year. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and two very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.


AUTHOR TOP TEN ADVICE TO AUTHORS 1. First—don’t give up. You can’t finish a book if you don’t write. You can’t sell it if you don’t try.
     2. Learn your craft. Everybody’s first book sucks (or isn’t the best you can do.) Mine was awful. But I persevered. Eventually that book (in a much revised form,) was published by a NY publisher.
     3. Go to conferences—before you sell, concentrate on the craft presentations, as you get close to ready, then start with the selling and business presentations. It can be overwhelming to get into the business end of writing too soon.
      4. Don’t write to the market. Write what you care about and what you like to read.
     5. Hang out with other authors. Critique groups are great when you are first starting out. But have the courage NOT to take suggestions as well being open to others’ ideas. You need a strong center line about what you want your story to be. If you take everybody’s advice, your book will sound generic.
      6. Don’t get depressed if your first draft needs work. They all do.
     7. Revise! Revise some more! My favorite writing quote is from Ernest Hemingway. He said “Great books are not written, they’re re-written.”  Thank goodness. But don’t stint on the hard work of editing and making your book the best it can be.
     8. That said, perfection doesn’t exist. If you can’t get off the first chapter because it has to be perfect, take a deep breath and move on. Then fix it later. (Second favorite quote is from Nora Roberts. “You can’t fix a blank page.”)
     9. Think small. If you’re stuck, pick a small problem to solve. Never ask yourself, “How can I make this a bestseller.” Too big a question and too scary. Ask “How can I make this scene more exciting?” or “How can I end this chapter on a hook that will keep the reader reading?” Those are more manageable and less scary problems.
     10. Write regularly. I don’t say you have to write every day. I didn’t. I had a big day job, and the schedule mad writing every day impossible. But I scheduled writing in at least three times a week. I wrote 26 books that way. If it’s been a while since you wrote, writing starts becoming scary, and you tend to procrastinate, which just makes the problem worse. Have a schedule and keep to it!

Good luck with your writing endeavors. It’s a satisfying way to make, not only yourself, but others happy.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSWEBSITEFACEBOOKTWITTERGOODREADSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGEMAILING LIST

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Testing Tom by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 ~ Release Bliz

Testing TombyLucy Felthouse(@cw1985)#erotica #romance #bdsm #femdom
Blurb:When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.Amazon: http://mybook.to/testingtom Other buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27323611-testing-tom

Excerpt:Katrina was halfway through an episode of her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She jumped, gasping as her heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the remote control. Wincing slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom—she’d been watching the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and she was stiff—she moved to the window and peered out through a gap in the curtains, careful not to let the mystery visitor see her, should she need to ignore them. Cold callers were common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she wanted to buy something, she’d contact them, not the other way around.As it happened, it wasn’t a salesperson. She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into fists.“What the fuck is he doing here?”He was literally the last person she’d expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George Clooney would have been less of a shock.For there, outside her house, stood the man that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue, he’d turned up.Katrina contemplated ignoring him, going back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But apparently that wasn’t an option.“I know you’re there, Katrina,” he yelled through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can see the glow of the telly through the curtains.”Katrina decided it was time to get thicker curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey neighbors would no doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and flung it open.“Get in,” she said, quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. “What the hell do you want?”He held his hands up in supplication, then spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you. Please?”He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.“You’ve got five minutes. Sit down.”They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.”He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”When she gave a curt nod, he carried on speaking.“Alicia could make me come in all the usual ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t as good. It wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had together, both in and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could, forced myself to make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I needed. And that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with you.”As a Domme, Katrina had become an expert in hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry, happy, sad… it was all stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though, she almost faltered. When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until the door had slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with him, and his decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love for him hadn’t faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now, apparently trying to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something at him.She didn’t do any of those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never satisfy him.
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 100 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

Highland Fate by Victoria Zak @VictoriaZak2 ~ Oh, what a BLAST!

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Highland Fate SERIES – Guardians of Scotland AUTHOR – Victoria Zak GENRE – Historical Paranormal romance (Dragon Shifters) PUBLICATION DATE – Nov 23 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 65K PUBLISHER – Victoria Zak COVER ARTIST – JABBOOK SYNOPSISShe was his saving grace.The Red Hawk, warrior chieftain of Helmfirth, is an over bearing, dominating dragon who strikes fear in his enemies, until one day a nemesis dares to test his limits and attacks Hawk and all that he holds dear. With one foot in the grave, Hawk finds himself inside the walls of Dunfermline Abbey and his life at the mercy of Sister Kate. In repaying a debt for saving his life, Hawk accepts Kate’s proposal. Will her proposal be the death of him or save him from a terrible mistake?He was her fall from grace.Growing up in Dunfermline Abbey, boundaries and vows have kept Sister Kate safe until a wounded red-headed Highlander in desperate need of her help turns her guarded life upside down. The lure of this man brings out a side of Kate long suppressed, she now yearns to leave the Abbey in search of her true self. There’s one problem, she can’t make the daunting journey through the Highlands alone. She needs a Highlander with exceptional skills and she has her eyes set on one, Hawk.BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US GOOODREADSAUTHOR BIOVictoria Zak is an internationally bestselling author in Scottish Historical Paranormal Romance. Her first book, Highland Burn, won an Honorable Mention at the 2015 RONE awards for best paranormal romance.Growing up in the sister city to Stirling, Scotland, Scottish flare was abundant throughout Dunedin, FL. From her High School band to the annual Highland Games that took place right across the street from her childhood home, the bagpipes beckoned her toward her calling. It seemed only natural for Victoria Zak to want to write in the Scottish historical romance genre. Add to the fact, she was also a paranormal romance junkie, there was no doubt that her influences would be the driving force behind her stories.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE WEBSITE / BLOG FACEBOOK TWITTER GOOGLE+ NEWSLETTER


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