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August 2, 2017
33 FREE BOOKS?! Yes, it’s true! And I’m at East Texas Book Bash this weekend!
That’s right, lovelies. There are 33 *free* books available through this ‘Sexee Giveaway’ from 33 NY Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors! I honestly can’t believe the names that are giving books away with us in this. I’m giving away ‘The Invitation‘ (a BDSM menage which is my most popular novella) and I have to admit there are some books on this list that I had to jump up and grab because I’m that excited about them! All you do is sign up for the author’s mailing list and not only do you get to try a free book from them, you get to hear about their new releases too! Can’t beat that, lovelies.
Grab your free books now!
Just check out the authors participating in this event: Skye Warren, Jenika Snow, Addison Cain, Livia Grant, Tara Crescent, Cari Silverwood, Alta Hensley, Renee Rose, Zoe Blake, Lee Savino, Alexis Alvarez, Maren Smith, Maggie Ryan, C.P. Mandara, Meredith O’Reilly, Morganna Williams, Maggie Carpenter, Jaye Peaches, Desiree Holt, Sophie Kisker, Maddie Taylor, Grace Goodwin, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Vanessa Vale, Ann Mayburn, Evangeline Anderson, Jane Rylon, Kelly Dawson, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Kate Richards, Sierra Cartwright, & Rachel Burns!
Better hurry though… this giveaway is only available August 1st – August 12th
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Book Signing Alert! East Texas Book Bash!
If you’re in the Texarkana area, you might want to swing by and meet me this weekend, get some books signed, grab some swag, and have some fun! I’m at East Texas Book Bash this weekend in Tyler, TX and can’t wait to hang out with Sara Fields, Zoe Blake, Maggie Ryan, and Alyssa Bailey (and many many other authors). It’s going to be a pretty low-key event, but that just means more time to chat and have a blast with some of your favorite dirty authors. You can still get VIP tickets online through Friday at noon (only $15!) but if you want to wait you can do General Admission at the door for $10. That just means you won’t get one of the special VIP swag bags, and you’ll have to wait until 1:00pm to hang out with us!
Grab your tickets to East Texas Book Bash!
Hope you enjoy the free books, and if you miss out on this event stay tuned because now that ‘A Dark & Seductive Affair 2017’ and ‘East Texas Book Bash’ are wrapping up, I’m going to have some fun surprises to share with everyone.
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July 31, 2017
Music Monday – Bad Things
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Today’s #MusicMonday is ‘Bad Things’ by Meiko and it’s perfect for my attitude this week. So much fun with the Dom, writing very dark and messed up things, and generally just getting my life back on track! I’ve got another signing event this week, a very small one in East Texas called East Texas Book Bash, and it’s mostly an excuse to see some of my favorite fellow naughty authors… but it will still be fun! I get to room with my Nighthawk, Sara Fields. Anyway, this song is soft and delicious and I think you’re really going to enjoy it, lovelies!
PS – the video is hilariously weird, but I love that if it was some hot chick, we’d totally be okay with the video, but since it’s… not. It’s strange. Meiko fucks with gender roles hard with this video. I LOVE IT!
Lyrics
I know, what I want,
And I’ll get, what I need,
I’ll come over and I’ll show you how,
Don’t you wish that you could have me now.
You say that you want,
All of my love but let’s be honest,
We don’t need all that,
I like it better with no strings attached.
Good girls do bad things sometimes,
But we get by with it,
Good girls do bad things sometimes,
But we get by with it.
How much more can we take,
If I give you a taste,
I’ve been waiting for you all night long,
I come around and then I’m gone.
You get yours, I’ll get mine,
Then we run out of time,
You’re the only one that I desire,
‘Cause I love to play with fire.
Good girls do bad things sometimes,
But we get by with it,
Good girls do bad things sometimes,
But we get by with it.
When I’m down, I’ll let you know,
When I’m done, I’ll let you go.
Good girls do bad things sometimes,
But we get by with it,
Good girls do bad things sometimes,
But we get by with it.
‘Bad Things’ by Meiko
July 27, 2017
Thankful Thursday
Today was wild and crazy, and so our hottie is a little late, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me. This week ARCs of the Royally Mine stories have been going out, and there’s a special opportunity inside the Dark Haven to get *several* stories together in a mini-ARC! I really can’t wait to hear what you all think of this story. It’s naughty and dirty, and completely without a dark element or BDSM! Finn & Aubrey are so dirty, so unique, and so fun, I loved writing about them! For today, I’m sharing a hottie that a friend sent me today. Because that’s what friends do on Friday eve, they share hotties! Enjoy, lovelies!
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July 25, 2017
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Acquired Possession’ by Cari Silverwood!
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I am so fucking excited that Cari Silverwood’s new book ‘Acquired Possession’ is finally out for all of you to enjoy! To introduce it, I’m just going to share the editorial review I wrote for it when she was gracious enough to let me read it early! ^_^ “Acquired Possession is like a sexy sneak attack. It rips you out of reality and into a decadently described world. First it makes you angry, then it makes you beg for more, and then it delivers with Cari’s powerful eroticism and a completely unexpected love story! Can’t wait for this series to continue!” – Jennifer Bene, author of the bestselling Thalia series
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Acquired Possession
The night Emery is taken she is reading emails in bed.
Aerthe, another world, the world of the Swathe, the moving cities of the Mekkers.
Blind on arrival and naked.
No one touches her until the Mekkers decide humans aren’t people, and therefore can be bought and traded.
The journey through the portal alters humans, shines them all pretty. Humans glimmer. Emery’s bright hair and nails will forever mark her as alien. Her freedom is gone. Though her sight returns, she becomes a possession of House Oren.
But someone else wants to own her. The House Master, Mako, a man who uses whips and canes like most people use a knife – daily, with efficiency and casualness.
Banned from marrying. Banned from playing too intimately with the house possessions, Mako holds himself back. He mustn’t. Shouldn’t. His job is to punish, to control, to keep the House in order.
When Emery runs and takes with her a most dangerous war machine, one not seen since the Last Days of the War… Mako is the man they turn to.
To chase her down. To bring her back, lamed, dead, or mostly alive.
Inspired by the slaveworld Gor series by John Norman.
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Teaser
Chapter One
When waiting in court to see if you are to be declared a slave or free, do not commit an act of violence in front of the judiciary. Emery understood this. A child would grasp this.
On the other side of the court, Fern had drawn a knife – and god knows where she’d found that – and assaulted a guard. Sliced from navel to neck, blood spreading across the breast of his uniform, he staggered back. Fern climbed onto the front railing of the tiered seating. If she kept climbing, she’d reach the three judges who helped their king to preside over this court.
Mouth open, Emery gripped the edges of her seat and watched the other woman jump to the railing on the second tier, balancing there like a gymnast. The audience seemed too scared to stop her.
Emery’s own blood felt as if it’d drained away to nothing. Their future teetered in the balance and now this.
She was being such a coward. Once upon a time, when everything was normal, she’d been invited to Fern’s wedding. Weddings probably didn’t exist in this crazy world.
“Where is she going?” asked Mako from where he sat behind her.
Mako – so appropriate, the same name as a shark. He was security for her patron and protector, Basteer, and she disliked him intensely. However, his question was reasonable.
“To Omrad, the middle judge.” She raised her arm to point though unhappy with how it shook. The motion drew her eye to the leather-and-steel cuffs on her wrists and she lowered her hand.
Had it been that bad, that urgent, that Fern must do this? She grimaced at her callous thought. “He raped her.”
People were shouting and screaming, struggling to get away from Fern. One man who clutched at her was rewarded with a slice to his hand. He stumbled away.
“Stupid girl.”
Really? Now that was callous, but what else did she expect from Mako?
Fern jumped to the next railing, clearly aiming to go up to the three judges. Her brother, Sawyer, was a soldier in the SAS. She’d learned to fight from him, and to stab, apparently. More guards arrived and swarmed up the seating – too many for her to fend off. Though she threw a knife at the judge, they hauled her down, thumping Fern onto the floor on face and stomach. Winded, she was slow, and they pinned her with boot and hand, bound her, then dragged her to a distant corner. Where her heel pulled at the puddle of blood from the first guard, she left a curling trail of red.
The consequences of this impromptu act might be vast and terrible. Everything in this world of Aerthe seemed vast and terrible. Homesickness swept in. Emery wanted home, her apartment with the trains rattling the walls, and her cat.
Wanted normal.
A speck of dirt moved across the floor between her feet, in minuscule jumps. The metal chairs they sat in, and indeed the whole metal room, rocked with the cadence of thousands of terrain-hugging wheels. Least, she assumed there were wheels. No one had said.
Someone was shouting, someone else was whimpering. Fern maybe. Her friend.
She hated being a coward.
Dreading what she’d see, she looked up. They’d had to wrestle down Sawyer too. Five guards stood over him as he was gagged and hogtied. No surprise there – that he’d come to his sister’s defense.
From her tight throat she pulled some words. Had to know. “Will that harm our case?” Not that she’d had high hopes but there’d been some. If free, she could find a way to get home again. There must be a way back.
“Your case? No more than before.” The amused amazement in Mako’s voice raised her hackles. “Her? The knife hit the judge. She’ll pay for that.”
How was her next question. She bit it back. It wouldn’t change anything and talking to Mako bothered her.
Judge Ormrad was extracting the knife from his shoulder, though he seemed barely discomforted. The court officials, and everyone who wanted to have a say in how to handle this, gathered on the far side of the room around the king.
Emery didn’t even know how she’d come here.
For days, she’d prayed it was a dream, but with enough sensory input, enough facts, your brain overloaded and gave in. Enough eating of strange foods, enough touching of dirt and metal.
Enough perfumes and foul odors, enough of the brush and grab of her body by hands that belonged to men who shouldn’t even exist. Enough of…everything.
Her doubts had crumbled. This place was real. What she did here, this day, counted – even dying.
Emery studied her palm, ignoring the leather around her wrists. She’d cut herself, once, with a knife soon snatched away, but she’d achieved her purpose – blood had trickled out and she’d felt the pain.
Real.
She was on Aerthe, world of the Swathe – the herd of mobile landships of the Mekkers – and who knew what else. The sky was blue, except where it was pink. The grass was green. The animals strange, yet almost of her own world, Earth. Paint a cow a little different and it would fit on the plains of Aerthe.
This room smelled of oil and poorly cured animal hides. The brown padding of her seat huffed out scents if she moved. Rust decorated the back of the seat before her – sneaked around screw holes in little tendrils that sought cracks and the circles punched in the metal. At the edges, leather thongs stitched padding to the seat.
The king wore black enamel-like armor and sat on a throne that pulsed with blue lights like a circuit board. His armor had red accents, chunky Mekker writing, and clips to hang weapons. The metal creatures they called mechlings scooted or stalked about, their ornamented bodies imitations of man or animal. They were robots, she supposed?
High technology. Seats of animal hide and factory-cut metal. The contrasts alarmed her. A society collapsing in disrepair was her first choice.
From what she’d heard, the Swathe cut its way across the world, chewing up land, mining, and at the cost of destroyed civilizations – decades of war were behind the existence of the Swathe. She suspected decades might be a severe underestimation.
This world was not hers, and she didn’t know how she’d come here.
One second on her bed, scrolling through emails, the next something had beckoned – an irresistible siren call. She’d walked a yard and fallen…
A door? A portal? A rip in the fabric of reality? The terminology escaped her. She’d seen nothing.
If this was Narnia, she wanted fawns and moralistic heroes who offered you cloaks and sips of warming beverages. Not leather cuffs threaded with steel.
Emery clenched and unclenched her hands. Her fingernails glittered iridescent and red in the light shafting down from the high, curved holes. Think positive, Fern had once told her, we don’t need to buy nail polish anymore.
She turned her hands over, hiding the betraying glow that marked all the humans she’d seen.
At midday, the sun here left pink rings in the sky. They’d let her look out one window, once.
She’d arrived naked, her clothes vaporized in the transit, yet no one had molested her. She’d been blind after she came through. They’d force-fed her their language somehow, while she was blind, with mutterings of words. She knew Mekkian but English was hers, her secret. It was good to have secrets from these others. Even if this decision came out wrong, she’d contact the other humans and form a spy cell, or whatever the hell you called them.
Voices droned on in the background. If it was anything like on Earth, this might take all day.
Clasping her hands tightly, she said softly, as if in prayer. “One step at a time. To get back home, we have to find out how they brought us here.”
A large hand enveloped Emery’s hair and hauled her backward until her neck was bent uncomfortably in an arc over the seat and she was looking up into Mako’s eyes. When she flung up her hands to stop him, he met them with his other hand. As easily as she might pluck a flower, he gathered them with his fist and fastened her hands to her thigh.
Dark eyes. Broad face. He brooked no disagreement, even from fellow Mekkers. She’d seen him tip a man upside down and shake him by the leg.
“You think I don’t understand your English?”
Oh fuck.
“I can understand you. I learned it better than you learned ours, maybe.”
He’d learned English. Why was this asshole so smart?
“You may want to note that the king just announced that you humans are not of this world. This means you are not people. Therefore you are now slaves. Understand?”
Slaves. No. This is crazy.
When had they said that?
She didn’t look away. He wanted that – to make her fear. “I understand.”
She hadn’t said anything that startling, had she? Just that she wanted to go home, a home that was going to be so much harder to get to now. The word slave made her stomach go into freefall.
Rebellion rustled to life.
A smile played across his mouth. “You have each been declared the property of your patrons, so that means you’re mine.”
“Then I’m…Basteer’s.” She shut her eyes for a second, disquieted. Wasn’t good to say she was anyone’s but she’d rather remind him he was just an employee and not her damn owner.
“By proxy, I own you.” He squeezed on her neck, shook her slightly. “One step removed, but he won’t deny me. He never does, because he doesn’t like to get his hands dirty.”
Their patrons were supposed to be their protectors, weren’t they? The lies were adding up. This law had been rolled out casually. She’d blinked, lost track of what they were saying for a minute, and it was done.
The increased force of his grip made tears fill her eyes. She may as well kick this off on the right footing. “Fuck you, you asshole.”
“You will cease being disrespectful. You’re a new slave, but I find it best to be clear about things from the beginning. When we are outside the court, I will deal with it.” He released her so she could sit up properly to look at the king and the room, then he gripped her hair again. “We’ll watch this last bit of legal wrangling before I take you back to Basteer.”
There was nothing in his words to scare her particularly but Emery found herself trembling. She pursed her lips and set a mean frown on her forehead. New slave. She had an inkling that no one was going to use her name much in the future.
If she couldn’t find out how to return to Earth, this construction, ship, whatever it might be, must have doors, windows. She just had to find them and jump out. And run.
It might be a long distance to the ground and she wouldn’t know where to go.
She’d face that when she came to it. When.
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I promise this book will drag you into it and wrap you up and make you never want to leave! The best news is that Cari is releasing MORE BOOKS in this world, following other characters, and I can’t wait for more kinky fuckery! Fingers crossed for more purple light electric play!
1-click it on Amazon!
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Want more of Cari Silverwood?
Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness (and sometimes fantasy such as the Magience world books), depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
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July 24, 2017
Music Monday – Wrong
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There are some weeks on my Discover Weekly from Spotify when I stumble on a song and it grabs me SO HARD that I can’t help but listen to it over and over and over. I get a little crazy over it, and I’m sure if anyone could hear what’s pumping out of my headphones or my speakers at home when I’m working that they would go insane with all the repetition. BUT! That’s exactly what happened with ‘Wrong’ by MAX. I heard it and the dance-like beat, the “It’s better when it feels wrong” lines, and the way he swings his voice through his register is SO DAMN GOOD. I know the #MusicMonday is hitting late today, lovelies, but I was at ‘A Dark & Seductive Affair’ all weekend and had NO TIME to do anything but run around, get delayed on flights, and feel insane. I haven’t even *turned on* my laptop in four days. That’s… not normal. BUT, now you have this awesome song to play on repeat forever. Scroll down, hit play, watch this AWESOME video, & enjoy!
Lyrics
Wanted to take her back to my place.
Driving ninety, let the cops chase.
Making her ‘damn it feels so good’ face.
And she don’t wanna wait, no, wait till we get home.
Oh, that girl she want it,
yeah, she need it.
She a bad mother, and I believe it.
She says pull over, and don’t lock the doors,
she doesn’t care who sees anymore!
It’s better when it feels wrong!
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, oh… it’s better when it feels wrong.
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, oh… it’s better when it feels wrong.
Six miles high up in the air space.
She’s saying come on to the back baby.
Everybody knows just what’s happening,
but she don’t give a shit, no,
she just want this – oh!
. . .
It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.
It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.
Wanna skirt in that drop top? Come here.
I ain’t seen Max since like the summer, yeah…
Count up hundreds, I stay thumbin’, yeah…
Count up hundreds, I stay thumbin’, yeah.
Now baby are you really feelin’ me
or just because what I was just talkin’ about?
After I’m done you tell me you love me,
I look at you, now I’ll be kickin’ you out.
Yeah, baby, tell me is it real?
Baby, tell me is it real?
Baby, tell me is it real?
It’s better when it feels wrong. It’s better when it feels wrong.
‘Wrong’ by MAX (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
July 20, 2017
Thankful Thursday
It’s #ThankfulThursday and everything is crazy because I’m at the day job and I fly out TOMORROW for A Dark & Seductive Affair 2017 in Charlotte, NC and I haven’t packed, and I swear I’m going to forget my underwear or something equally as ridiculous. I’m a mess and a half, but I do have my fingers and toes crossed that this weekend is as spectacular as it sounds like it will be! Seeing some of my favorite people, some of my favorite authors, and partying it up with fans – what could be better? Hope all of YOU have an amazing weekend too, and when it comes to forgetting underwear I think we are *all* wondering if this kilted gentleman wore the kilt in the original manner…
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July 18, 2017
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Decadence’ by Jennifer Bene (Royally Mine Boxset)
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I am SO EXCITED to start sharing sneak peeks from the wonderful stories in Royally Mine! This boxset is full of NY Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors, and it’s available on pre-order for just 99¢! Even better, it’s already been a #1 bestseller in 4 categories! Can’t wait for you guys to read the full story behind Finn & Aubrey.
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Decadence (Royally Mine boxed set)
Is this an addiction? Or is it perfection?
Aubrey is trying to get her life under control. More specifically her sex life, and that’s hard to do when blond bad boy Finn shows up in a bar just when she’s jonesing for a fix of someone tall, hot, and good in bed.
He was supposed to be another one-night-stand in a long string of one-night-stands, but there’s more to Finn than what’s in his pants. From his good looks, to his charm, to his wild and carefree life, he seems to be everything Aubrey could want.
But Finn Solberg is hiding a royal secret that could bring all their fun to an end right when he’s realizing Aubrey could be his perfect match.
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Powerful kings. Dirty-talking princes. Insatiable dukes.
They’re ready to rule your heart.
Royally Mine is a sexy collection of bad boy romances featuring HOT royal heroes, brought to you by twenty-two New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This deliciously naughty bundle of ALL-NEW standalone novellas stars panty-scorching kings, princes, and dukes who are used to being in command. Charge up your e-reader, clear your schedule, and put on your best tiara, because these royal bad boys are ready to conquer your heart while making you blush oh so hard.
Featured authors: Susan Stoker, Annabel Joseph, Katy Regnery, Nikki Sloane, Renee Rose, Molly O’Keefe, Alta Hensley, Nora Flite, Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Jenika Snow, Maggie Ryan, Celeste Jones, Lee Savino, Livia Grant, Alexis Alvarez, Rayanna James, Ava Sinclair, Addison Cain, Jennifer Bene, Becca Jameson, Mikey Lee
Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this smoking hot box set are MF and MFM pairings. Some contain kink. All will leave you breathlessly panting for more.
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Teaser
Her skin was buzzing, the itching sensation that had tortured her for three weeks, one day, and almost seventeen hours about to be sated in an empty restaurant bathroom.
Not like it would be the first time.
It’s not like she hadn’t done her due diligence. He had a tan, but no tan line from a wedding ring. He was sandy blond perfection, and she wanted to feel what he could do between her thighs. So much over-confident talk, but he was probably some casting-call groupie. Some wannabe actor, or model, or whatever-the-fuck, wanting his break in LA like a thousand other gorgeous men who stalked the city hoping to get their one shot at stardom — and she definitely wasn’t it.
This guy, Finn, didn’t know her dad, or her mom, and had no aspirations with her beyond getting between her legs… which was exactly where she wanted him.
Needed him.
Dr. Kirkland could lecture her on Monday. Three weeks was a new record, and she could aim for four next time. After she fucked the hottie with the sexy accent and the tempting tilt to his lips that made her want to kiss him.
The creak of the bathroom door momentarily let in the buzz of the restaurant, then it fell shut, closing her in with the hushed sound of footsteps. Aubrey had pressed the last stall door closed, but he pushed it open confidently, his fit form filling the doorway as a wicked grin tainted his lips. “Did you just tell me to fuck you?”
“Did I get your third wish wrong?” she asked, leaning back against the white tile.
“Not at all, beautiful.” Finn stepped in close, slamming the stall door and flicking the lock without pulling those perfect green eyes from hers.
“Good.” Reaching forward she tugged him against her by the edges of his tasteful, camel colored blazer, and his lips collided with hers. Without missing a step Finn had his hands on either side of her face, his body pressed against hers, and she knew she had him. He nipped her bottom lip as he grabbed her thighs, lifting her effortlessly so that her legs split around his hips.
“Do you do this often?” his voice rumbled against her lips, and she grinned.
“Why? You don’t feel special?” Aubrey rolled her hips as he let her drop a little so that she could feel his erection rubbing against her core, confirmation that all her flirting and teasing had paid off.
“I always feel special, beautiful.” The words were spoken between nipping kisses down her neck, brushing over her collarbone as he nudged her top out of the way. All of it said in that delicious accent that had her clit pounding with the promise of what he could offer her.
“Then fuck me,” she demanded, her voice breathy.
Finn leaned up, those gorgeous eyes meeting hers as his pupils dilated. “You’re unreal.”
“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” She leaned forward to kiss him, and he slammed her back against the tiled wall, the pressure of his body against hers becoming a form of euphoria after her horrible bout of abstinence. The need inside her quickly turned into a molten heat that focused between her thighs, making her whine against his lips as he mimed a thrust. Every brush was a taunt, a too-light touch, and she wanted more, wanted all of him — and she was done waiting. “Please,” she gasped, and he growled against her skin.
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I cannot wait for you guys to get your hands on this story. It’s dirty and fun and was an absolute blast to write! I love Finn and Aubrey and their relationship so much! I even want to write more of their story in 2018! They are just too fun to let go!
Make sure to pre-order this amazing boxset for 99¢ before it comes out on August 22nd, and stay tuned on my blog for more delicious snippets from other authors!
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July 17, 2017
Music Monday – Run to You
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It’s #MusicMonday and I’ve got ‘Run to You’ by Lacey Sturn, which is a song all about heartbreak. Being left alone, but still caring for the person that’s gone. The lyrics are just perfect, and her voice wanders between sweet and painfully powerful! Love it! As far as my life, the last week was absolutely incredible. ‘Tying the Knot’ (Thalia Book 4) was released, and to celebrate I put ‘Security Binds Her’ (Thalia Book 1) on sale for free. I had *no idea* what kind of reaction I would get, but it spent 3 days in the Amazon Top 100 bestsellers list, part of it even in the Top 50! It topped out at #33 (crazy) and thousands of people now have the first book of Thalia’s story. SBH was #1 in Horror (funny, but true) and top 5 in Romantic Suspense (much more accurate). I also hit the top 100 Romance authors list in 4 categories! So, to say last week was a marked difference from the previous week is an understatement. I am awed and grateful for all the support!
I hope your weeks were good too, and I hope you enjoy this song, lovelies!
Lyrics
You tell me I’m the one holding you back,
and something about how far we’re off track.
Well, all I hear is your heart beat loud and strong,
and I just want to wrap you in my arms.
But I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want,
but I hope you know my love won’t stop.
You say it’s not true, and you call me a fool,
but call out my name, I’ll run to you.
I know you, I know your eyes so well.
And I know you’re not sure of yourself.
But something made you restless years ago,
till you forgot that I’m part of your soul.
But I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want,
but I hope you know my love won’t stop.
You say it’s not true, and you call me a fool,
but call out my name, I’ll run to you.
I’ve always believed in you,
you used to believe in me too.
Remember the day that you turned away?
It killed me to lose you.
It killed me to lose you.
But I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want,
but I hope you know my love won’t stop.
You say it’s not true, and you call me a fool,
but call out my name, I’ll run to you.
I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you.
I’ve always believed in you.
Run to you, I’ll run to you.
And ’cause I love you,
I’ll let you go,
if that’s what you want.
But I hope you know,
my love won’t stop.
‘Run to You’ by Lacey Sturm
July 13, 2017
Thankful Thursday
Holy shit, it’s #ThankfulThursday and I’ve been obsessively refreshing ‘Security Binds Her‘ and the pre-order for the ‘Royally Mine‘ boxset all fucking day because they are BOTH doing incredible. SBH just hit #63 on the Amazon top 100 free list and I am in shock! It might climb higher, it might drop, but the most important thing to me is that I’ve never hit top 100 before… and I did it with my dark and twisted first novel. same week* that the final book of the Thalia series, ‘Tying the Knot‘, was released! How perfect is that? Right now, ‘Royally Mine’ is sitting at #106 on the Amazon top 100 overall paid list and it’s very very possible that we’ll hit top 100 there as well, and that means my “Top 100” cherry will have been popped twice in one day. That means a fucking celebration is in order and I know just the hottie to help us all out! Anyone want to get a little wet while they celebrate? I KNOW I DO!
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July 10, 2017
Music Monday – If You Go
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This #MusicMonday is ‘If You Go’ by Caitlyn Scarlett and she deserves to be more well known, because her voice is beautiful, the music is kick ass, and I absolutely love it. I want to see her music video for this, because it would be amazing! I just love it. I do want to thank all of you for the support last week when I had my little breakdown over missing the USA Today bestseller list. We’ve got another chance with the boxset ‘Royally Mine’ at the end of August, and I’m very excited to try again. ALSO! Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4) is coming out this week, and I can’t wait to hear what you all think!
Lyrics
I don’t wanna talk to you today.
I just wanna run around and face the other way.
And I don’t want to hear what you have to say.
I should’ve taken the chance and loved another day.
If you go, how do you expect me to move, but not to fall?
And if you leave, how can you guarantee that I still breathe?
You’re all I know and if you go… oh…
Yeah, if you go, I know I’ll lose my soul.
I don’t wanna hear one more excuse.
I know that you’re inclined to do what is best for you.
I was free and oh my hands were loose.
You told me you’d keep me warm, then wrapped me up with a noose.
If you go, how do you expect me to move but not to fall?
And if you leave, how can you guarantee that I still breathe?
You’re all I know and if you go… oh…
Yeah if you go, I know I’ll lose my soul.
Now your eyes are getting heavy, and the storm’s too hard to bear,
but you told me you would always be there.
You grab me by the wrist and insist that it’s no good.
Our love is on a plate and you’re playing with your food.
Your heart is fine, but what about mine?
Can’t bear to lose you all at one time.
If you go, how do you expect me to move but not to fall?
And if you leave, how can you guarantee that I still breathe?
You’re all I know and if you go… oh…
Yeah if you go, I know I’ll lose my soul.
‘If You Go’ by Caitlyn Scarlett
