Dangerous as he is attractive… Baker’s Dozen by @ameyzeigler #romanticsuspense #giveaway


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Title: Baker’s Dozen

Author: Amey Zeigler

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old investigative journalist, Andy Miller is armed with her many disguises and creativity to take down the riff-raff of Saint Louis. When her stepbrother is murdered by the mob, Andy soon discovers she’s out of her depth.

 

Enter Hugh Donaldson who has reasons of his own for discovering the murderer. He’ll use everything in his power to achieve that, including lying to Andy about his past. Dangerous as he is attractive, his martial arts skills and his quirky ways raise Andy’s suspicions.

 

Although Andy balks at his lies, Hugh’s charms, twenty-inch biceps, and electrifying blue eyes are difficult to resist. Striking out on their own, Hugh and Andy try to outwit each other as they traverse North America tracking down people connected to the case.

 

As clues disappear and the body count climbs, Andy and Hugh must trust each other and use their combined skills to bring the murderer to justice.

 

Giveaway:

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Excerpt:

“Okay, I concede,” she said.

 

He smiled inwardly, the rush of victory, conquering a well-matched foe. “I knew I could persuade you.”

 

Her smile warmed him, he released his body from hers. In a flash, her leg flew up and hit him square in the nads, opened the door behind her, and slipped out by saying, “Brad asked me to do this. So I will do this.”

 

Through the purple haze of pain, he called out, “Where will you go Andy Baker?” The front door opened. “They’re hunting you,” he called.

 

The door slammed shut again. He smiled despite the throbbing. He liked her.

 

 

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Author Bio:

Amey Zeigler wrote her first mystery with her best friend in fourth grade. She wrote, the friend illustrated. It also had a cute boy in it with spiky hair (because that was the style back then). Not much has changed. She loves mysteries. She loves romance. She loves suspense. She loves action, adventure and comedy. But she wants it to have a happy ending.

 

Because she grew up moving all around the United States, Amey loves writing about different places.  In her books, she explores the whole world.

 

Growing up, Amey was always trying new things. She played violin, drums, flute, piano, all before she was sixteen. She also discovered she didn’t have much talent for music.

 

When people asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, she was afraid to tell them she wanted to be a writer because she didn’t know how to write.

 

She is so grateful for her Sophomore year Honor’s English teacher who gave her a star and five points (out of five!) for Voice on her personal essay. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had enough courage to pursue writing.

 

In her spare time, she adopts stray furniture left on the side of the road, fixes it up and gives it a new look and home. Amey lives with her husband and three children near Austin, TX.

 

 

 

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Meet Aydarr A Badari Warrior from Bestseller @vscotttheauthor’s Brand New Release! #books


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I’m Aydarr, the alpha or leader of my pack of Badari genetically engineered warriors. We were created by a race of alien scientists to be deployed as super soldiers against the humans in the Sectors. I’m in the eighth generation of Badari and I never had any hope of being able to save my people and escape the labs until I met human Jill Garrison. The new book from Veronica Scott tells our story and is the first in the series describing our tale of battle against our mutual enemies.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Time spent with Jill – we have so few chances to be together without the pressure of decisions to be made for my pack and the other kidnapped human colonists. We’re engaged in a war against the alien enemies and there’s very little downtime.

 

What is your greatest fear?

I have no fears for myself, but I’d be terrified of Jill falling into the Khagrish hands again. As you’ll find out in the book, she commits acts that make her someone they’d very much like to have revenge on.

 

What is your current state of mind?

As I mentioned above, thanks to Jill, I’m hopeful my people can defeat the Khagrish, our enemies, and live freely someday as other beings do. I’m determined to gain the ultimate victory.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

I lie to the Khagrish scientists on any occasion where I can get away with it. They’re cruel and believe my people are less than human because we were engineered in the Khagrish labs, so I owe them nothing, much less the truth. I have to protect my Badari packmates.

 

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

I have talons and fangs I can deploy, which are a result of the Khagrish experiments with combining DNA from many species. They’re useful weapons of course but also visible reminders that neither I nor any of my people are ‘natural’. Jill says they fascinate her – she’s not the least bit scared of me or my men.

 

Which living person do you most despise?

Dr. Gahzhing, the chief Khagrish scientist. He had power of life or death over me, my pack and Jill, as well as all the rest of the kidnapped humans. He had no mercy and no sense of right and wrong.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Jill Garrison, the human woman that the Khagrish kidnapped from her colony and brought to their laboratory planet. We met purely by accident and I bless the day she was placed in the vicinity of my pack. She’s brave, smart and loyal. And not afraid to go toe to toe with me if she disagrees about something!

 

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I wish we Badari weren’t Khagrish creations but as Jill constantly tells me, we’re as ‘human’ as she is in all the ways that matter. We’re men, we have honor and souls and we deserve to live in peace. Someday!

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Keeping as many of my Badari packmates alive as I could, despite the never ending Khagrish experiments.

 

What is your most marked characteristic?

As the Badari alpha, I’m dominant to all the others and must be obeyed when I give an order. There is no one who can challenge me successfully, although some have thought about trying it.

 

What do you most value in your friends?

Loyalty and honesty.

 

 

Title AYDARR (A BADARI WARRIOR SCIFI ROMANCE NOVEL): SECTORS NEW ALLIES SERIES BOOK ONE 

Author  Veronica Scott

Genre SciFi Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Jill Garrison, a maintenance tech at the Sectors Amarcae 7 colony, goes to sleep one night as usual only to wake up in her nightgown stranded in the middle of a forest on an unknown world. There’s no time to think as she’s stalked by carnivorous predators and rescued by genetically engineered warriors calling themselves the Badari. Turns out they and she, along with her whole colony, are now prisoners of the Khagrish, a ruthless race of alien scientists. Working for enemies of the Sectors, the Khagrish have created the Badari to be super soldiers.

 

Aydarr, the Badari alpha, isn’t sure he can trust Jill but his attraction to her is undeniable. He impulsively claims her as his mate to prevent her death at the hands of the Khagrish.

 

Can he continue to protect her from the experiments already underway?  Will his claiming her put his pack in jeopardy from their alien masters?

 

As Jill searches for a way to rescue her fellow humans and get them all to safety, she finds herself falling for Aydarr, despite the secrets he’s keeping. She has a few of her own.

 

The situation becomes dire when Aydarr and his pack are sent offplanet on a mission, leaving Jill unprotected, prey for the senior scientist. Can she escape the experiments he has in mind for her? Will she be able to thwart the Khagrish plans and liberate humans and Badari alike? How will she and Aydarr reunite?

 

Excerpt – (Jill meets the Khagrish scientists for the first time)

“Are those the Khagrish?” she asked Aydarr as she walked next to him, away from the hill and toward the waiting group.

 

“Yes. Don’t be fooled by their pretty appearance,” he said. “A more cruel and unprincipled race of beings never existed, as my people know to their cost. Stay close to me.”

 

“I consider myself duly warned.” Heart beating faster, she walked next to Aydarr.

 

The Badari came to a stop ten feet away from the waiting Khagrish, taking a position on a black line painted on the surface of the patio extending from the building. Aydarr took his place at the head of the formation, drawing Jill to stand between him and Mateer.

 

The woman appeared to be in charge. “You idiots,” she said to her two underlings, while the guards stood unmoving, their weapons now aimed at the line of Badari.

 

Jill blinked. The Khagrish scientist wasn’t speaking Basic, but her language was apparently close enough to something Jill had been hypno implanted with during her military days that the translator implant was able to make sense of the words. Lots of weird things rattling around in my brain, thanks to the Special Forces. The Sectors military liked to implant enhancements into their soldiers and nothing ever got removed. She wondered if Aydarr and his men understood Khagrish, but now wasn’t the time to ask.

 

Gesturing at Jill, the woman said, “The Sectors humans are not for this experiment. They weren’t brought here to be mixed into other, already established protocols. What the untranslatable is she doing in the Preserve? Mingling with the animals?”

 

One of the two men fidgeted. “We were bored. The animals don’t do anything new. We thought it would be amusing… um, scientifically enlightening to introduce a new factor into their playtime.”

 

“And there were so many humans delivered, we figured no one would miss one.” The other glared at Jill. She fought off the desire to take a defensive stand, keeping herself loosely at attention the way her companions stood. Was the entire population of my colony kidnapped? Her heart beat faster with dread, realizing her sisters, her friends and colleagues were held captive in the massive building, maybe already being experimented on.

 

“And you expected the Badari to do…what with her?” The female was contemptuous. And pissed, Jill concluded. “Fight over her? Tear her to bits? Assault her?”

 

The man evidently didn’t read emotions as well as Jill did. He nodded eagerly as if expecting praise for his enterprise, his ridiculous crest of hair bobbing. “Exactly. Any or all of those possibilities.”

 

“We were ready to take notes,” the other added. “We had the recorders running.”

 

Without warning the woman slapped him hard. “So you were hoping to make credits on the black market.”

 

Holding his cheek, on his knees, the tech cringed. “We’d have cut you in on the deal.”

 

“We made a huge balance on the vid of two of the animals fighting to the death, after we jacked them up on the right drugs,” the female scientist said thoughtfully. “The question is timing, you fools. Anything like this has to be done while the boss is away so the traces can be sufficiently covered up.”

 

Jill calculated her odds of reaching one of the guards and grabbing a weapon. The situation was getting worse and worse. She barely controlled her involuntary startle when Aydarr touched her hand ever so lightly with his fingers. She wished she could look at him as he linked his fingers with hers. Was he telling her to wait? To go for it? Trying to reassure her?

 

The woman paced from one side of the pavement to the other. “You’re lucky the director of the lab isn’t here right now. We can probably get away with destroying the human, as you said, there were so many delivered, losing one shouldn’t matter. We can’t put her back, since she has to be considered contaminated now for any new experiment. But we’ll have to delete all evidence of her presence. We can think about how to do this safely at a later date.”

 

“Won’t the animals talk about it?” The tech gestured at the Badari as he rose to his feet.

 

The scientist strutted right up to Aydarr, staring him in the face. Although the alpha towered over her, he lowered his gaze to meet her challenge. “Not if they’re properly incentivized.” She tapped him on the chest with one long finger. “801 here cares more about keeping his pack alive than he does about one random human.”

 

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Author Biography

USA Today Best Selling Author

 

“SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happy Ever After blog

 

Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

 

Seven time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances!

 

She was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “The City On the Edge of Forever.”

 

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What’s to fear if you’re already dead? The Ghost Chronicles 2 by @MarloBerliner #paranormal


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Title – THE GHOST CHRONICLES 2

Author – Marlo Berliner

Genre – Paranormal

Publisher – Teddy Blue Books

 

Book Blurb

What’s there to fear if you’re already dead?

 

Plenty.

 

Michael and Sarah now know for certain, there is a destination after death.

 

They also know they better find their way out of the afterlife fast, before the devil claims Michael’s soul.

 

What they don’t know?

 

Before they can get to heaven…

 

they may just have to go through hell.

 

Excerpt

Michael turned to her to say something funny, but the antique clock on the sidewalk in front of the gift shop suddenly chimed midnight. As usual, time had once again moved forward at some wickedly irrational pace.

 

The wind had picked up and snow was lightly falling again, straight through both of them. He took Sarah’s hand and let the swirling wind direct him, spinning her around the wrought-iron clock as if they were ballroom dancing to music only he could hear in his mind.

 

Or so he thought.

 

Until Sarah started humming the same tune along with him.

 

He hadn’t even realized it, but his mind must’ve been projecting the music, so he picked up the tempo now, humming louder. It took a moment before he could recall the name of the tune, but then he recognized the song as The Blue Danube, a famous waltz by Johann Strauss II. At least I remembered something from middle school music classes, he thought with amusement.

 

He twirled her around again with a big flourish then dipped her in his arms, before finally yanking her up into a tight embrace. A swirl of snowflakes danced softly around and through her wavy, red hair. Aroused by the warmth of her aura, he pulled her even closer to his chest, as spectral butterflies sprang to life in his stomach.

 

This was the kind of romantic moment any man, dead or alive, would remember forever. A thread of magic that would become stitched inside of a freeze frame of memory.

 

His fingers strayed across her cheek, relishing the softness of her ghostly skin. For a moment, her big, beautiful eyes held him spellbound. He could swear each time he looked into them they reflected an even deeper, more entrancing shade of green. “Merry Christmas, Sarah.”

 

She leaned into him and whispered tenderly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

 

He let himself go, placing his mouth desperately over hers, losing himself in the heat and passion of her kiss. As far as he was concerned there was nothing else on this earth, nothing else in this universe, except her lips and this moment in time.

 

 

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Author Biography

Marlo Berliner is the award-winning author of THE GHOST CHRONICLES, her debut book which was released in November 2015 to critical acclaim. The book won the 2016 NJRW Golden Leaf Award for Best First Book, was named FINALIST in the National Indie Excellence Awards for Young Adult Fiction, received the Literary Classics Seal of Approval, was awarded a B.R.A.G. Medallion, and was named one of the “best indie YA books we have seen in the past year, from both self-publishers and small presses” by IPPY Magazine. Marlo writes young adult, women’s fiction, and short stories. She is represented by Eric Ruben of The Ruben Agency.

 

When she’s not writing or editing, Marlo loves reading, relaxing at the beach, watching movies, and rooting for the Penn State Nittany Lions. After having spent some wonderful time in Pittsburgh and Houston, she’s now back in her home state of New Jersey where she resides with her husband, two sons, and a rambunctious puppy named Max.

 

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Dare She Rely on Her Knight to Save Them Both? The Guardian Witch by @RuthACasie #romance


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Title: The Guardian’s Witch

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Dare she rely on her knight to find a way to save them both or does she trust her magic and risk exposure as a witch?

 

England, 1290

Lord Alex Stelton can’t resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it’s his. Desperate for land of his own, he’ll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.

 

Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she’d never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.

 

Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can’t get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they’ll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves.

 

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My Review:

If I could choose to live in one century in history, it would be the 13th century. I can’t tell you what it is about that era that I love so much. All I know is that historical romances written in the 13th century are some of my all-time favorites. When I heard that Ruth A. Casie had written a historical romance with magical elements in the 13th century, I jumped in with both feet.

 

Lisbeth comes from a long line of healers. Everyone in the village near Glen Kirk respects her for her compassion and special knowledge of herbs and tonics, even the King of England. When the King sends her Lord Alex as Protector of Glen Kirk, little does she know that her life will be forever altered. There’s something about Lord Alex, something she can’t place her finger on, that is, until he’s mortally wounded.

 

Lord Alex is desperate to escape court and for a land of his own. The King gives him the coveted Glen Kirk (near the border of Scotland) along with the beautiful Lady Lisbeth as his bride. Alex groans but goes ahead with the plan. But before he can tell Lisbeth they’re married by proxy, he’s attacked and almost dies.

 

Lisbeth saves Alex on more than one occasion and she begins to wonder if he’s the man for her. She certainly has intoxicating dreams about him. But she’s afraid, deeply afraid of losing him like she lost her parents and brother. Can she trust Alex enough to let him into her heart and once inside, can she share her deepest secret, or will she lose him forever?

 

A beautiful historical romance filled with intriguing characters, a complex plot with twists and turns, magical elements and a love story that made me swoon. I loved both Alex and Lisbeth (not to mention their parents) as main characters and once again, Ruth A. Casie creates a love so deep, not even death can stop it. She reveals both of them have trust issues (as well as other personality insecurities) and that just made them all the more likable.

 

The plot, with all its historical details and surprises, was a pleasure to work through. Alex and Lisbeth go through a lot (and I mean a lot) of ups and downs but it all makes sense when you get to the climax. Ruth A. Casie wove quite a bit of suspense which I loved. I couldn’t turn the pages fast-enough.

 

I read this book in two sittings and I highly recommend it! I’m hoping the author makes this a series as I would love to hear more about Alex’s parents and his six brothers. This is one of my favorite historical romances of all time!

 

Favorite Character:

My favorite character is Lisbeth and here’s why: she reminds me of myself if I was in the 13th century. She’s tormented by the death of her parents, deathly afraid of letting any man into her heart, a healer who has a gentle spirit, a passionate woman and quite independent. Even when people tell her to do something (like stay inside the castle walls), she’s a tad stubborn. Now, I’m not admitting to being a healer or a witch but the essence of Lisbeth is very similar to mine. She’s an extremely likable character and I want to learn more about her parents (hint, hint Ruth A. Casie).

 

Favorite Quote: “She’d brought many a warrior to his knees saving their lives. He would be no exception.” ~Lisbeth

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

Excerpt:

The berries Lisbeth had gathered tumbled forgotten from her hands. A tremor touched her lips while the vision slammed behind her eyes. She didn’t doubt the vision’s truth. Sometimes a bright light, warm and comforting, accompanied the vision; other times the wind howled, cold and disturbing. Today, panic clearly filled the air.

 

She spun around trying to pinpoint a direction and abruptly stopped. Facing south, she licked her lips nervously and tasted the sweetness of fresh water. A rushing sound burst in her ears. The river. Her head snapped east toward the river path and she ran. As she careened down the narrow trail, the outstretched branches tugged at her dress, pulled off her shawl and clawed at her face and arms. She took no notice. The cadence of her footfalls beat out a mantra, not him, not him, not him. She rushed on faster, mumbling enchanted words under her breath.

 

She exploded out of the forest and stood on the riverbank as the bridge gave way, sending the horse and rider plunging into the angry current. Swiftly the horse surfaced and headed for shore with an empty saddle. She stood on the bank, still mumbling as she scanned the river until she glimpsed a clear red aura shining deep in its middle. Her relief was momentary when the blackness began to creep in. There wasn’t much time.

 

Quickly she pulled off her heavy dress and, wearing only her chemise, dove into the river. Save him was her only thought. Down she plunged kicking hard against the current. The usually clear water, now choked with mud, churned with debris. She screamed the words in her head and made her demands. In response, the current slowed and as the mud began to settle, a lifeless hand beckoned to her from below.

 

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Author Biography:

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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Unexpected Consequences Series by @KRBwrites 18+ #spanking #eroticromance #BDSM #EARTG


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Title Arrested by Love, Unexpected Consequences, Book 1

 

Author Kathryn R. Blake

 

Genre Spanking/Erotic Romance

 

Publisher Blushing Books

 

 

Book Blurb

She broke the law to catch a police officer. Only he caught her first, and then turned her over his knee.

 

Tiffany Morgan has been in love with Kyle Sinclair since she was ten years old. Now, eleven years later, Kyle, a patrol officer, is finding it much more difficult to maintain his distance from the irresistible and vivacious redhead who continues to invent ingenious ways to attract his interest. Though he dismissed her initial attraction to him as infatuation, as she grew-up, his own feelings of desire and protectiveness deepened. So, despite his constant struggle to resist the spirited little minx’s lures, Kyle has to finally admit that he is losing that battle–badly.

 

However, when Tiffany’s attention-seeking pranks escalate to the point of endangering her life, Kyle decides it is past time for him to take a much firmer hand to Miss Morgan’s deliciously rounded backside.

 

Kyle is a firm supporter of law and order, and a man’s rightful dominion over the woman he loves. So, to make sure Tiffany understands and accepts his mastery when it comes to her safety and well-being, Kyle lays down the law, and his hand, with loving firmness. Tiffany will learn to obey him, or else. Especially now that he’s decided she is going to be his wife.

 

Excerpt

He danced with both hands resting at the small of her back, and his arms encircling her waist. Not so tightly she couldn’t pull away if she wished to, and yet with enough pressure to let her know he was there and he would and could protect her if it became necessary.

 

Those same hands had severely spanked her a few days ago. She’d appreciated their firm strength then, but now she luxuriated in the way they rested against her, right above the area he’d thoroughly punished when he took her over his knee. His firm domination combined with his gentle handling had her panties so soaked, she was afraid she’d end up embarrassing herself.

 

When he’d determined their date was over, he took her home, gave her a warm and sexy kiss at the door, then, after waiting until she was safely inside, he bid her parents a good evening and left.

 

Even though Tiffany didn’t want to admit it aloud, she realized she’d fallen head over heels in love with Kyle the first time he’d spanked her, when she was ten. Once she realized he intended to paddle her, she’d been angry and outraged over his domineering stance and attitude. She wasn’t his little sister, and he had no right to spank her.

 

She’d wailed and cried, and even threatened to tell her daddy about his mistreatment of her. Except she wasn’t that badly hurt. Only her pride was. He’d cared enough to risk punishing her for having endangered her life. And even though the spanking was painful, his cuddling and reassurance afterward almost made the punishment worth it. Enough so, she’d occasionally test him to see if he’d do it again. Much to her surprise, delight, and occasional dismay over her sore backside, he’d see to it she had trouble sitting down if her actions posed a hazard to her safety or well-being.

 

He was a dominant alpha male, which annoyed her at times, especially when he found it necessary to lecture her. But those same protective traits attracted Tiffany to Kyle. Okay, not so much the lectures, perhaps, as his quiet strength and demonstrated ability to look after her. She’d felt the power beneath those muscles many times when he’d carried her out of harm’s way as if she weighed nothing.

 

True, she wasn’t exceptionally heavy, but she wasn’t a light weight by any means, either. However, it was the lengths she was willing to go to get his attention that got her into serious trouble with him.

 

Except, since they were dating now, Tiffany no longer had to sink to those extremes for Kyle’s attention. He gave it to her unstintingly. When they were together every bit of his attention was focused on her, as if she was the only other person in the world. It was a heady feeling, and a little embarrassing at times when he’d probe her with personal questions because she was acting bratty, cranky, or out of sorts.

 

In the four and half months they’d dated, he hadn’t spanked her once. Possibly because she hadn’t given him cause to. When she hurt from her period, he’d confirm with quick efficiency the reason for her snapping at him then comfort her with lots of kisses and a warm hand on her tummy to ease the cramping. It worked better than ibuprofen.

 

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Author Biography

Though Arrested by Love is Kathryn R. Blake’s first spanking romance (a romance where the spankings actually figure into the plot), it is not the first book she has written in which the hero spanks the heroine. In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them. To date, all of her heroes are Dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love. However, part of that protectiveness includes the desire for a certain amount of control. They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. In fact, it is something they refuse to tolerate, and will take firm steps to ensure it never happens again.

 

Even in novels where there is an element of BDSM, the hero has no desire to cause the heroine injury, but does believe pain can be a powerful motivator. Even so, he takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart. In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats. But if the transgression is serious enough to actually endanger the heroine’s well-being or life, he will take action no matter how much it may hurt him to do so.

 

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 A Doms Dilemma-rev

 

Title A Dom’s Dilemma, Unexpected Consequences, Book 2

 

Author Kathryn R. Blake

 

Genre Erotic Romance/BDSM

 

Publisher Blushing Books

 

 

Book Blurb

She needed his protection. Only he demanded her total honesty first.

 

James Evans has been a police detective for sixteen years and an active participant in the local club scene for even longer. So, at age 35, he knows what he likes, and for the last three years, he’s liked what he’s seen in Kelly Franklin. Pretty, feisty and submissive, the fact that she scurries off like a frightened rabbit every time she sees him, only intrigues him more. He would have pressed a lot harder to corner her, if she didn’t already belong to someone else. That is why, when Kyle Sinclair mentions he’s looking for a new Dom to top Kelly, Jim doesn’t hesitate to sign up for the job.

 

Taking his cues from Kelly, Jim quickly discovers she isn’t seeking pain and punishment the way Kyle thought. In fact, all of Kelly’s signals indicate she is scared of pain, which both puzzles Jim and brings his protective side to the fore.

 

As a Dom, Jim is pleased by Kelly’s open responsiveness, but as a police detective, he is determined to solve the enigma she presents. Their relationship grows even more complicated when he discovers Kelly has not only been keeping secrets from him, she has lied, and neither side of him tolerates any type of deception–ever. A point he is more than willing to make with Kelly draped butt-naked over his knee–until she finally tells him the truth.

 

Excerpt

Kelly realized her doubt-filled thoughts were more obvious than she thought when Jim’s determined smile evolved into a chuckle and he bent to give her a reassuring kiss. Except the brush of his firm lips against hers started a delicious tingle of desire stirring within her core, making her long for more as she clung to him.

 

Drawing back, he gave her a disapproving frown. “Enough of that, young lady. You’re far too tempting as it is without pressing those plump, luscious breasts of yours into my chest. Now, behave. I said we weren’t going there, and I meant it. You’re still too sore, and if you doubt my words, I’ll prove ’em to you in a way you’re not gonna like.”

 

She ducked her head back under his chin as an answer. She wouldn’t press for more tonight, but she’d reconsidered his invitation. If he could arouse her so strongly with a simple kiss, what would he be able to do if they had more time together?

 

With a hard swallow, she gathered her courage and said, “I’ve changed my mind about this weekend, Sir. I’d very much like to go home with you.”

 

The admission earned Kelly another sensual, drugging kiss, which ended with a firm swat on her blanketed butt. “You sorely test a man’s restraint, darlin’. I’d best get you dressed and home before I carry you off and have my wicked way with you.”

 

She smiled at his resolute expression as she smoothed the lines between his brow with her fingers. “I’d like that, too, Sir,” she murmured, grinning to herself when a rumbling, deep growl emanated from his throat.

 

But rather than scold or lecture her, he picked Kelly up, carried her over to where he’d insisted she strip, and pointed to her outfit.

 

“Get your clothes back on now, sub, before I decide you need another lesson in obedience. Once you’re ready, I’m seeing you home.”

 

Without thinking, Kelly shook her head. “That’s not necessary, Sir. I can take a cab.”

 

“No, Kelly. You’re mine now, and I will not have you taking public transportation when I can drive you. Especially, not this late at night.”

 

Not wanting to put him out of his way, she opened her mouth to protest, only to shut it when he raised a cautioning finger. “I’m warning you now, sugar. I’d best hear no objection coming outta those lovely lips of yours, unless you’re hankering for another session over my knee.”

 

Since she definitely didn’t want that, Kelly obediently dressed while her new Dom watched from a few feet away, his gaze openly admiring. Once she got her skirt and top on, he took her by the elbow to the entrance so she could retrieve her shoes and purse, then escorted her out to his car. A silver Lexus.

 

Even if it wasn’t the latest model, she considered it a most impressive set of wheels, considering he worked as a police detective. He opened the door for her and waited for her to settle before he reached in to make sure her seat belt was buckled properly. After getting in on the other side, he asked where she lived. When she told him, he said, “Know the area well. You lean back and relax, and I’ll get you home in two shakes.”

 

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Learning to be Little-rev

 

Title Learning to be Little: Kelly’s Story, Unexpected Consequences, Book 3

 

Author Kathryn R. Blake

 

Genre Erotic Romance/BDSM/Age Play

 

Publisher Blushing Books

 

 

Book Blurb

She needed a savior, he wanted a little girl. So, he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.

 

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

 

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.

 

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

 

Excerpt

After they’d finished purchasing two pairs of Mary Jane’s for Kelly along with a pair of athletic shoes and patent leather pumps with straps, it was close to one thirty p.m.

 

“We’d best get going, or you’ll be late for your doctor’s appointment.”

 

Kelly tugged on Daddy’s hand. “I don’t want to go.”

 

He gave her a nod. “I’m fully aware of that, kitten, but I think it’s important we make sure you’re healthy, so, unfortunately, your wants and wishes in this matter don’t hold as much weight as mine.”

 

“Will they ever?”

 

Stopping, he cupped Kelly’s chin. “They count, Kelly, much more than you currently realize. I want you to be happy, and I intend to ensure you remain well. This is not a punishment. It’s a checkup.”

 

Kelly accepted that arguing further would only get her in trouble, so she reluctantly accompanied Daddy into a cab and then into the building where the doctor worked.

 

When they stepped into Reception, the nurse smiled at him. “Mr. White. How nice to see you again. Is this your new young miss?”

 

“Yes, this is Kelly. We have a 2:00 p.m. appointment with Dr. Kent.”

 

“Of course. Have a seat, and we’ll be with you in a moment.”

 

With his hand placed firmly at the small of Kelly’s back, Daddy led her over to the row of chairs against the wall. “Let’s take off your new winter coat, first. Then I want you to sit there.” He pointed to the chair right before her, so, after he took off her flared little girl coat, she gave a small hop and flopped into it.

 

“Behave,” he warned beneath his breath as he took the seat to her left and grabbed a magazine from the stack on the side table nearest him. “They have some coloring books over there if you want to color for a while.”

 

“Really?” she asked, not bothering to hide her distaste as she looked around. The walls were painted beige, but, spaced every few feet, were brightly colored abstracts intended to capture a child’s attention. An obvious distraction technique. See the pretty picture, honey? What do you think that is? The paintings did nothing for Kelly. Nor did the games and puzzles stacked on the round kiddie table. The overwhelming odor of alcohol and medicine reminded her of every other doctor’s office she’d visited, which only increased her unease. She wanted to leave, but it seemed that was not an option.

 

Daddy ignored her, so she sat swinging her legs, since the waiting room seat was too high for her feet to touch. All of them appeared higher than normal except those placed in the kids’ corner. “Why is everything is so much taller and larger in these places? Is it intentionally done to make the Littles feel small and insignificant?”

 

“Quiet,” he murmured. “You’re disturbing the other children.”

 

“They’re already disturbed,” she mumbled under her breath.

 

Putting the magazine down, he turned to face her. “One more comment like that, and you’ll end up over my knee.”

 

Kelly turned away so he wouldn’t know how much his words upset her.

 

He reached over and squeezed her fingers. “Are you afraid of doctors?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then, why are you so tense?”

 

She shrugged. “I don’t like them, but I don’t fear them, either.”

 

He bent his head and spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. “Dr. Kent is very gentle. He won’t hurt you.”

 

Kelly sighed as if it didn’t matter, but, if she had her choice, she’d run out of there as fast as she could.

 

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Crimson Dreams, Book One by @georgianafields #paranormalromance #books #romance


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Title: Crimson Dreams

Author: Georgiana Fields

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Gilded Dragonfly Books

 

Book Blurb:

Rose Kelley modern day Victorian restoration expert is transported back to 1900 Victorian England where she meets her true mate, a Dhampir, and becomes the target of a Jack the Ripper type killer. Can a 21st century woman survive in Victorian England? Can Vaughn Madoc protect the woman he loves in his time or hers?

Shape shifters, a serial killer, Vampires and time travel all contribute to make this an unforgettable love story. Packed with action and adventure, danger stalks Rose at every turn.

Excerpt:

The sound of rain echoed as she followed him. “Just my luck I’d be in a house with a missing room during a thunderstorm.”

 

“You’re not frightened, are you?” He stopped in front of a door. He hesitated before opening it. “The room should be in here.”

 

“I’m not afraid.” Rose walked into the room and turned around in a circle, studying her surroundings. The room stood nearly empty. The only furniture was a large oak desk that sat in the middle of the room. A wingback chair with worn, faded green baroque fabric sat near the double windows. The dirty windows provided efficient light for the small room. Dark paneling covered the walls. She faced the windows, behind her was the hallway, and to the left stood outside facade of the house. The hidden room had to be to her right. “The room should be somewhere behind this wall.” She pointed.

 

“I agree.” Vaughn leaned against the desk. He picked up an object.

 

“What’s that?”

 

He raised his tawny eyebrow. “A knife I used as a letter opener. I thought I’d lost it a long time ago.” He placed the knife back on the desk.

 

She turned and strolled over to the wall, then started tapping on it. She heard a definite thud. “Did you hear that?”

 

“Yes. It sounded hollow to me.”

 

Rose ran her hand over the paneling. “This section is loose.” She stepped back and bumped into Vaughn.

 

He used the knife to pry loose the paneling. “Let me see if I can pull this from the wall.” He handed her the knife, then grabbed hold of the edge of the paneling. He pulled it away with little effort, revealing a door. “My dear, I believe we’ve found the missing room.”

 

Rose tucked the knife into her notebook, then turned the knob. She pushed opened the door and peered into a dark, dusty, and empty room. Bookcases covered the four walls.

 

Vaughn touched her shoulder, stopping her from entering. “Do not go in there. Let me get a flashlight first.”

 

“Why, think your vampire is hiding inside?”

 

Hardly,” he chuckled.

 

Rose watched as Vaughn left. She didn’t need a flashlight, enough light filtered in through the dirty windows for her. She glanced at the doorway and started to call him back. Her curiosity got the better of her.

 

Rose shivered as if she’d entered a tomb.

 

Hundreds of years of dirt and grime coated the windows. Cobwebs hung thick as curtains from the ceiling, and spider webs draped the double windows. She breathed in the musty smell and coughed.

 

Lightning flashed. The room vibrated with the rumble of thunder. She turned and glanced back at the doorway she’d just walked through.

 

A flash of light blinded her. The room began to spin. She fell to her knees. The contents of her notebook scattered across the worn wood floor.

 

Rose held her breath as the room spun out of control. Familiar sounds assaulted her. Old radio broadcasts and music blared in her mind. Bright lights and images from history books blurred before her eyes. The chaos made her head hurt. The spinning continued. Dizziness overwhelmed her.

 

Suddenly the room stopped spinning and felt like an elevator free-falling. Seconds stretched to hours. Her screams were lost in a soundless void.

 

The falling sensation ceased. She lay on the floor and willed herself to open her eyes. She gasped. The room had changed completely.

 

 

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https://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Dreams-Book-1-ebook/dp/B013IKWP4M

 

http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Crimson-Dreams/Georgiana-Fields/9781943095100?id=7121727914473

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/crimson-dreams-georgiana-fields/1122719256?ean=9781943095100

 

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Author Biography:

 

Born in coastal North Carolina, Georgiana Fields grew up in a military family near Camp Lejeune. Spending her summers on the Atlantic Coast, she developed a love for the ocean, nature, and coastal ghost stories and legends. As a child, she used to love listening to her aunts tell and retell stories and legends surrounding New Bern, N.C. and other coastal towns.

 

After marrying her high school sweetheart, she moved to Georgia where she worked for the Red Cross as a medical technologist.

 

Georgiana currently resides in a suburb north of Atlanta with her husband, their sons, two dogs, and a very opinionated cat.

 

While she loves nature, horseback riding, and scary movies, she currently spends most of her time writing paranormal romance/suspense.

 

 

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Meet the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge and Fall in Love! #giveaway #romance #militaryromance


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Title

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge E-Box set.

 

Author

Kryssie Fortune

 

Genre

Contemporary Romance – Military Romance Anthology

 

Publisher

Loose id

 

 

Book Blurb

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine
Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution–to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor
Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family–under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam–the man she loved and lost so long ago.

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

Note: All of the books in this set were previously released as single titles.

 

 

Giveaway

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Excerpt

The engine stopped, and she heard a car door slam. She needed out of the trunk, but no one came for her. What if they abandon the car and leave me? I don’t want to die trussed up in a car trunk. A fresh wave of fear washed through her, along with a spike of adrenaline. Her body trembled, but time slowed and her thoughts cleared. She needed to take things one step at a time.

 

Step one—get her arms free. She wriggled around, hoping the rough ride had dislodged something she could use to cut the rope. Bingo. Her fingers touched a metal box. Maybe it held tools or a knife. She almost wept when she couldn’t open it. The hinge stuck out from the box, so she twisted some more, running the rope against the hinge. Periodically, she stopped and tensed her wrists in an attempt to pull the nylon strands apart.

 

She’d no idea how long she worked at her bonds. It seemed like hours until the rope finally gave way. Relieved tears filled her eyes. Rather than rub her wrists, she tugged off the hood and pulled the gag from her mouth. She’d never been so thirsty. She’d give anything for a cold beer right now.

 

Step two—find the release mechanism the law said every car should have in the trunk. She felt claustrophobic, so scared she could barely move, but she forced herself to concentrate. There, in the corner, a glow-in-the-dark lever beckoned. Wriggling like a maggot in a fisherman’s box, she kicked it for all she was worth, and the trunk lid popped open.

 

The air smelled wonderful, if slightly musty, but silence and utter darkness surrounded her. She listened a while, decided her captors had left, and slipped out the trunk. No lights shone through the darkness. Using her hands rather than her eyes, she found a lug wrench and flashlight alongside the spare tire beneath the space she’d just escaped. She grabbed both, quietly shut the trunk, and headed into the darkness.

 

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Kryssie Fortune

 

Author Biography

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

 

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

 

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

 

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.

 

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All I Want for Christmas is… A Sheikh for Christmas by @leslienorthbook #romance #giveaway


 

A Sheikh for Christmas
Leslie North
(All I Want for Christmas is…, #1)
Publication date: December 7th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

 

It may be cold outside, but the snow begins to melt when an unlikely couple comes together during the Holidays…

 

Christmas is right around the corner, but after creating a society scandal, New York heiress Melody Hascall-Ebons has nowhere to turn. Cut off by her family for running away with an actor—who turned out to be using her for publicity—Mel is penniless, homeless, and disgraced. There’s only one place to go, and that’s back to the fiancé she ditched. But instead of her ex, she finds his friend Daveed Rafik. The handsome military translator disarms Mel with his easy smile and surprising sympathy. But as she struggles to get her life on track, the last thing Mel needs is to fall into the strong arms of her ex-fiancé’s best friend.

 

Counter-terrorism expert Sheikh Daveed Rafik has spent his career dealing with delicate and dangerous situations, but none of them compares to Melody Hascall-Ebons. He’s supposed to be helping his friend Murphy find his missing sister, not consoling the spoiled rich girl who dumped their buddy Heath. But the more he learns about Melody, the more he likes. With her unexpected intelligence and distinctive beauty, Melody calls to him in powerful ways. But when the woman he is arranged to marry shows up, Daveed’s highly organized life suddenly gets very complicated.

 

The streets of New York are steeped in holiday cheer, but can Daveed and Melody thaw the ice around their hearts enough to make room for love?

 

 

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EXCERPT:

Melody watched him walk away beneath her damp lashes. She’d never really paid much attention to Daveed before. He’d been one of Heath’s friends and always hanging around the periphery of their group, but had sort of kept to himself. Now, though, he’d come to her aid in her hour of need—or more like day of desperation—and a girl couldn’t ignore such chivalry.

 

As the silence between them grew more awkward by the second, she got up and wandered over to the table, which was covered by papers and post-it notes. Daveed didn’t look up at her at all, so she finally pulled out a chair and sat, forcing a tremulous smile. “What are you doing?”

 

“Huh?” Daveed glanced up at her with a frown, as if just then remembering she was still there. “Oh, making lists. It’s how I keep track of everything I’ve got going on and my responsibilities.”

 

“Oh.” She picked up one yellow square and squinted at this illegible scrawl before he snatched it away from her.

 

“Please, don’t touch anything. These are all very important.”

 

“Right.” She’d never been big on lists or organization herself. Her mother had always had a social secretary to take care of most things for her and when that failed, then Melody preferred to “wing it.” For her life was all about spontaneity, but then again, given how this whole situation with Jefferson Hanks had turned out, maybe planning and consideration was the way to go. While Daveed said nothing more, scowling down at his notes again, she studied him more. Honestly, she really didn’t know the guy very well.

 

From what Heath had told her, Daveed Rafik had served alongside him and their other friend, Murphy Coen, in the Middle East. Melody had always thought of Daveed as a sort of an Arabic James Bond type from the way Heath had bragged about the guy. He graduated Yale at the top of his class, spoke five languages fluently, and thwarted terrorists in a single bound, all without firing a single weapon.

 

Now, however, as he wrote furiously, his dark brows knit in concentration, she took her first real look at the guy. She’s noticed when he’d first answered the door that he was tall and well-muscled. As she sat beside him at the table, his dark brown hair curled above the collar of his white button-down shirt and reflected hints of gold beneath the lights. Yep. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it. If you went for the romance-novel cover sheikh type. Which she didn’t, at least not up to this point.

 

 

Author Bio:

 

Leslie North is the pen name for a critically-acclaimed author of women’s contemporary romance and fiction. The anonymity gives her the perfect opportunity to paint with her full artistic palette, especially in the romance and erotic fantasy genres.

 

The truth of the matter is she loves her fictional persona, Leslie North, more than her normal, day-to-day persona! Her bestselling books focus on strong characters and particularly women who aren’t afraid to challenge an alpha male. Inspired after years of travel, her stories are set all over the world, from the tough streets of Russia to the beautiful beaches of the middle east.

 

Leslie fell in love with romance when she first picked up a scrappy, dog-eared romance book from her local library. She began writing soon after and the rest, as they say, was history. She now lives in a cozy cottage on the British coast and enjoys taking long walks with her two Dalmatians, George and Fergie.

 

She LOVES reader feedback, and if you have any comments, don’t hesitate to contact her via e-mail: leslie@leslienorthbooks.com.

 

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GIVEAWAYS!

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To celebrate my oh-so-hot “All I want for Christmas is…” series I’m doing an awesome giveaway. If you #preorder book one “A Sheikh for Christmas” you’ll enter a draw to #win a brand NEW #Kindle, with every single one of my books ever AND my yet-to-be-released ‘Sharif Sheikhs Series’!

 

That’s right! You’ll be the first person to read my latest series (three heart-stopping HOT Sheikh romances) a month before anyone else! All you have to do is pre-order “A Sheikh For Christmas” using the link below and forward your email receipt toleslie@leslienorthbooks.com!

 

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‘Tis the season for second chances… All I Want For Christmas by @LiviaQuinn #romance #IARTG


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Title All I Want for Christmas: Contemporary Romance, Military (Men of Honor Book 4)

Author Livia Quinn

Genre Holiday Romance, Contemporary Romance, Military Romance

 

Book Blurb

Tis the season for second chances…

 

It’s a Christmas weekend full of love and Larue social media is atwitter at the return of their hometown movie star, Ducane Beauregard Larue at the only place to celebrate Christmas Eve—the Romanos’. Catch up with all the characters from the Men of Honor series and as a bonus get a peek into the lives of upcoming characters…

 

Beau hates Christmas. It reminds him of what he can’t have. He’s been avoiding homecomings and the biggest reason is unavoidable this Christmas – Madison Hart, who has loved Beau for most of her adult life. Whenever rumors surface about him returning home, Madison hyperventilates at the prospect of seeing him again.

 

Samantha Larue’s baby is overdue and everyone is hovering including Jed, who ended their relationship last summer because kids weren’t “in his future”.

 

Bad guys don’t scare Delilah Burke but Luc’s mother and five sisters have her stalling on setting a date to marry the man she loves.

 

Nothing could make Buffy Romano happier than delivering a few surprises and helping the people she loves find love. Luckily, a Christmas Eve miracle confirms what she already knows – that with a little nudge, all her love ones’ happily-ever-afters will happen in the not so distant future.

 

Excerpt

Movement from the bed startled her, and she turned to find Beau lying on his back, his hand pushing through his hair, those gorgeous emerald eyes blinking the sleep away. Propping himself up on his elbows, he squinted, whether from curiosity or adjusting to the dark. “Maddie?”

 

His scent nearly overwhelmed her. It was a mixture of his signature cologne, body heat and maybe testosterone, a gene all his own. He was so male. So big and strong with an elegance of movement that belied his size. It had made him a star without even trying. It was just… Beau.

 

Maddie. No one called her that but him, and mostly during their lovemaking. He seemed… vulnerable somehow, his expression open. She eased down onto the bed next to him. Her hand disobeyed and she reached out to stroke his hair back from his eyes. She wanted to look at them, at him. God, she was so hungry for him, it was a wonder her stomach didn’t growl. And yet, she steeled herself for his rejection.

 

His head angled and he pressed his cheek into her palm. His eyes closed. He was hot. Vic had said he’d picked up a bug. She knew he would not take kindly to coddling so she didn’t mention it. Those eyes so like the color of gems sparkled, lowered to her mouth. She licked her lips. When he didn’t move and didn’t quit staring, she leaned forward.

 

She couldn’t not.

 

Her eyes met his as their lips touched and he groaned from somewhere deep in his chest. He took the kiss deeper immediately, angling his head and scooting closer to put his weight on one arm and place his other behind her to pull her into him.

 

His chest pressed tight against hers, his tongue pushed into her mouth, commanding she open and give as much as she received. Always. He never did anything halfway and demanded the same. She gave herself up to the feel of him; he was so close, and it had been so long.

 

His hand left her neck and she almost cried out, No, but then it was slipping up under her sweater, beneath her bra to take her breast in his palm. She kissed him harder, sucked his tongue into her mouth, needing to be closer. His hand stilled suddenly and her mind cried out, No, don’t stop!

 

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Livia Quinn

 

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As a teenager in DC, Livia tagged along with her Daddy to Redskins games and explored the rich history of our country, then she moved to the bayous of Louisiana where the weather and culture of this region inspired her writing, including her storm faerie, Tempest and her military heroes. Livia’s many jobs as mail lady, salesperson, plant manager, business owner and professional singer are the conduit her characters have used to relate their stories to her. Think of her as her characters’ biographer! Down by the bayou she is protected from the alligators and bears by her husband and feisty Pomeranian, Dusty. Sign up for her quarterly newsletter to get news and prizes at http://eepurl.com/W94bb

 

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An Interview with Anya Drake From For Their Sins by @RTranBooks #paranormal #vampire #IARTG


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I had the opportunity to sit down with Anya Drake, the so-called villain in Alexandria Diego’s tell-all memoir For Their Sins. Anya swears she is misunderstood and asked for a chance to share her side with the world.

 

“Can you tell the audience a little about yourself?” I asked Anya urging her to open up.

 

Anya smiled and stared at me a moment considering what she would say, “My real name in Anica Golescu I was born in 1398. I died 16 years later. My maker was the first Mordere, what you would call a vampire although, he was so much more. I turned my lover, Vlad the Impaler, into a Mordere. Then we killed my maker for his infinite cruelty. It was then that I changed my name to Anya Drake to remove any reminders of the past.

 

Vlad and I longed for a world where Mordere no longer lived in fear of the Venandi. They are God’s chosen warrior’s, who hunt us for sport. To that end, we were building our numbers when they stormed our castle. Vlad was killed, and I swore vengeance.  Now one Venandi stands in my way at every turn. Alexandria Diego must die.” Anya was near shouting and tried to get out of her chair. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at me.

 

I swallowed hard worried for a moment. I put a hand on Anya’s arm to calm her, and it was ice cold. Anya looked down at it and smiled as she sank back into her chair. I tried a different type of question hoping she wouldn’t get upset again. “What is your idea of perfect happiness?”

 

Anya licked her lips before answering, “Finding a perfectly innocent human, wrapping them in my arms and biting into their neck. Their blood washes over my tongue like the nectar of the gods. It’s sweet metallic and fragrant, better than an orgasm at times.” She gave a little shiver and stared at me. I felt like lunch.

 

I quickly fired off another question hoping to distract her, “On what occasion do you lie?”

 

Anya laughed slightly making her deep brown curls bounce “Do I need an occasion? Lying is part of life. It comes as naturally as breathing.”

 

“What do you most dislike about your appearance?” I asked hoping to find some redeeming quality in her.

 

Anya snorted her displeasure, “Is there something I should dislike? I’m more attractive than any human that’s for damn sure. As a matter of fact, I think I’m rather perfect. Any flaws I had were fixed when I fed from my maker.”

 

I was beginning to wonder if I was sane when I took this interview. “If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?”

 

“I already did that stupid,” Anya was annoyed. “Vampire remember?”

 

“Right, sorry.” It was hard to believe she really was what she claimed she looked so normal. “When and where were you happiest?” I asked trying to get something real out of her.

 

“August 20, 1414, in a small inn in my hometown on my wedding night.” She smiled wistfully before looking away.

 

“Who was he? What happened to him?” I wondered if she’d tell me.

 

“Radu, my first love. I drank him dry not knowing what I was.” I saw the pain in her eyes even if she wouldn’t admit it. “I could have changed him, but he wouldn’t have been Radu, and I would have had to share him with my maker. He was best off dead.” Her voice went cold as she stared at me.

 

I got goosebumps and decided to let that matter rest. I pressed on hoping to end the interview and get out of there while I could. “Alright, Anya one more question, please. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?”

 

“I wouldn’t have accepted my maker’s offer. I wouldn’t be a Mordere.” She looked truly repentant. Her eyes were wet like she was going to cry. I got out of my chair and took a step towards her then another. She lunged at me and grabbed me by the waist. “Ah, who am I kidding, I love what I am.”

 

As a side note, I woke up in the hospital a day later. Anya was nowhere to be found, and her number was disconnected.

 

Title: For Their Sins

Author: Rebecca Tran

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy/ Action&Adventure

Publisher: Hoffmann & Hoffmann

 

Book Blurb:

“You must know what I am and what I have lived through to understand what I did, why I would risk everything, including myself for one male.”

 

Alexandria Diego never wanted to be special. She was content to lay in bed with her lover forever. One decision will change everything. Suddenly, Alexandria is launched into a life of infamy, which carries a heavy burden that only she can bear. When a vicious war between her people, the Venandis, and their rivals, the Morderes, breaks out it forces Alexandria to change her tactics and be more cautious. But, when her love is captured by the enemy, Alexandria risks everything to get him back.

 

Excerpt:

Anya was waiting for me when I entered the room, lounging on a velvet sofa with silk pillows, looking rather pale. Her deep brown curls were only half pinned up the rest spilled over her breasts that were bound in a tightly laced black corset. She wore black well cut pants and low heeled boots. A gleaming sword lay within easy reach, but her feet were up on a stool, and she showed no sign of getting up as I approached. “Alexandria,” she said in greeting as if we were old friends.

 

“Anya,” I replied with contempt.

 

“You look a little out of breath perhaps you’d like a seat.”

 

“I thought that was the point of five ill-trained goons, to wear me out. Why offer a seat now?”

 

“A show of hospitality.” She shrugged.

 

“Where is he, Anya?” I nearly growled.

 

She gave a cruel smile “The Venandi you knew no longer exists.”

 

“I know you’ve tainted him I don’t care.”

 

“He’s under my control. It’s my blood he craves and my bed he wants.”

 

“Give him back you cold-hearted bitch.”

 

“Tsk tsk, Alexandria. We are matriarchs of our peoples to fight over one male seems pointless.” Anya said as if bored.

 

“You did this to draw me out. Now I’m here, so let’s get this over with.” I demanded.

 

She was on her feet with sword drawn every bit as fast as a Venandi. “As you wish.”

 

We fought endlessly back and forth neither of us gaining or losing ground. The sound of metal clashing became a metallic hum in the air that sang to me, focusing my thoughts. In the midst of it all, I found him, my love, my match. I called out to him with my thoughts and felt him approach although, the reason felt wrong and it worried me. What if it were true? What if he was lost to me?  Then he came into the room, and I knew the truth. Anya moved into my guard, and her sword cut my side. My sword fell. She grabbed me.

 

As Anya’s teeth sunk into my throat, I heard him call my name “Alexandria, NO!” My eyes slid closed as a tear slid down my cheek.

 

This was the turning point for my people and me. But, you must know what I am and what I have lived through to understand what I did, why I would risk everything, including myself for one male. I am Alexandria Diego, and this is my story.

 

 

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Rebecca Tran

 

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Rebecca Tran is a hybrid author and blogger with three award-winning novels. She started writing when she was sixteen as self-prescribed therapy after her father passed away and hasn’t stopped since. Rebecca is also a pharmacist, wife, and mother to two rambunctious girls and a Boston Terrier. If she ever has free time she likes combing resale shops to add to her teapot collection or quilting. Currently, she lives in her home state of Missouri.

 

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Can Storm Protect Her? Missing The Crown Jewels by @VClarizio #RomanticSuspense #books #win


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Title: Missing the Crown Jewels

Author:  Valerie J. Clarizio

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: VJC Books

 

Book Blurb:

After a devastating divorce, Peyton Crown is finally surfacing from a dark hole of despair. She finds herself hoping for a new life with Mason ‘Storm’ Starr, her brother’s best friend.

 

 

Storm’s intent is simple: hide in the quiet confines of his best friend’s family horse ranch in Kentucky. The perfect place to sort out his life after walking away from the Army, and fight his internal demons. His solitude is interrupted by his buddy’s little sister. The chemistry between them is off the charts, and he willing surrenders the battle.

 

 

The Crown family begins receiving threats, just weeks before the Kentucky Derby. The overprotective men in Peyton’s life vow to keep 24/7 tabs on her and the family’s prize horse—Prince Bourbonville—a hopeful for the next Triple Crown. Circumstances arise that threaten to keep Peyton and Prince away from the derby, but Storm and her brother Coach are determined they’ll attend, no matter the sacrifice.

 

 

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Blurb:

 

Everyone is shocked when Clare Ulster leaves her rich and handsome fiancé, chucks her well-to-do Milwaukee city life, and moves into her grandparents’ old homestead in the remote Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The quiet small town of Iron City is just what she needs to get her life in order and learn to stand on her own.  No men needed! 

 

 

Unfortunately, disaster follows her.  Unable to let her go, her abusive, cheating ex- fiancé finds his way to the U.P. and sets out to make Clare’s life more of a living hell then he’d done in the past.  Additionally, Clare’s alleged involvement with the Fire Chief, aka, town player, lands her in a world of trouble with his ring of female admirers, sending her on a dangerously chaotic adventure including murder and kidnapping.  With Clare’s life in danger, irresistible Police Chief Jack Ricco will do whatever it takes to keep their newest resident safe.

 

 

Will Clare and Jack be able to survive the deceptively peaceful Iron City?

 

 

 

The winner will be picked randomly and only needs to comment to enter the drawing.  Get a second entry in the giveaway when you sign up for Valerie’s newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bn6QoD

 

 

Winner will be drawn on Tuesday, December 5 and will be announced in the comment area below.  Good luck everyone!

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Storm paced his room. Why on earth had he let Coach talk him into being Brittiany’s date? He wasn’t fit—ready—to be with normal people and do normal things. He liked his privacy and working on the ranch with little interaction with others. All he wanted out of life right now was to keep his head down and do his job while he took the time to sort out his life. Leaving the Army hadn’t been easy for him. He hadn’t expected to feel so empty, lost, and purposeless with his return to civilian life. It was like he didn’t even know how to behave in a social setting. He’d done just fine socially, before the Army.

 

How dare Coach play the ‘she needs protection’ card. His friend knew the second he reminded him of that, of the threats to the family, he’d easily agree to go on this date with Brittiany so that he could keep an eye on Peyton.

 

It just figured that Coach and his dad were in Chicago this weekend meeting with some of their development partners or Coach could be the one going on this date with Brittiany. Not that going on a date with Brittiany was a hardship—for a normal person that is—because she seemed like a nice woman, pretty too. But Storm just wasn’t feeling it. He wasn’t ready to be among the normal.

 

Storm stood in front of the mirror and tugged at the sleeve of his suit, Coach’s suit. He wasn’t quite sure what one wore to the country club for dinner, but he guessed it was nothing he had in his closet, so he’d raided Coach’s.

 

He swallowed down the anxiety in his throat, spun, and exited his room. The thump of his dress shoes against the hardwood floor echoed less than when he wore his cowboy boots. But even with the noise, he still preferred the boots.

 

At the foot of the steps, he waited for Peyton. He glanced at his watch. They were good on time yet. They didn’t have to meet the rest of the group at the club until six. Cocktails first, then dinner.

 

The light click of heels on the stairs drew his attention. His heart slammed in his chest, and his mouth went dry. In the past year, he’d seen her dressed nicely plenty of times to go to the club, but the radiant beautiful sight he saw before him now stole his breath. He’d always thought she was pretty and liked her, but since she’d touched him the other day, she was all he could think about, day in and day out. Whether his eyes were open or closed, visions of her lovely smile, milky white skin, and dark, spellbinding eyes consumed him.

 

 

 

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Valerie Clarizio lives in romantic Door County Wisconsin with her husband and two extremely spoiled cats. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

 

She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into an outdoors enthusiast, of which her favorite activity is hiking in national parks. While out on the trails, she has plenty of time to conjure up irresistible characters and unique storylines for her next romantic suspense or sweet contemporary romance novel.

 

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Can one steamy night be the answer? One Night in Kuala Lumpur by @abbeymacmunn #EroticRomance


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Title: One Night in Kuala Lumpur

Author: Abbey MacMunn

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

Genre: Erotic Romance

 

 

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Blurb:

In search of inspiration and excitement, successful artist, Ziva Clarke, takes a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Her exhibitions in the UK have left her exhausted, she’s had no fun in ages and her creativity is at below zero—the exotic Far East could be just what she needs.

 

Charmer Sam Tempest is visiting Kuala Lumpur on business with his father, but behind the impeccable suit and the wicked smile, he’s not a happy man. Duty bound to join his family’s international business, Sam longs to follow his true passion—to carve wood sculptures.

 

The two lonely souls meet by chance on a crowded street, and when it turns out they might not be the strangers they first thought, so begins a night of confessions, shared dreams and hot sex.

 

Can one steamy night in Kuala Lumpur be the answer to both their dreams?

 

Excerpt:

Squinting, Ziva tried to see who’d spoken in a deep, smooth-as-silk British accent.

 

A tall man stood before her and greeted her with an alluring, lopsided smile that exuded confidence. Kind eyes crinkled at the corners.

 

His broad shoulders were clad in a navy, tailored business suit. With his thick hair, a rich, burnt umber colour, slicked back off his forehead, and an angular, clean-shaven jaw, the guy could have stepped off the set of a TV advert for men’s cologne. And his lips… oh boy, his lips. Full, well-defined, and made for sinning.

 

Her mouth dried. Kuala Lumpur grew more interesting by the second.

 

Elise filled in for her temporary inability to speak. “No, we haven’t. My sister failed to mention Pavilion or Lot 10. I’m afraid she doesn’t share my love for shopping.”

 

Surprise flashed across his face before his smile widened then hitched higher in one corner. Yep, male model material. Just my luck if he’s gay.

 

Elise shifted from one foot to the other and adjusted her hold on her dozen or so shopping bags. “Are the malls far?”
“No, not far. They’re near the Golden Triangle part of the city.”

 

Ziva stifled another groan. More malls, right near where they were staying.

 

The guy tipped his head. “I’m Sam, by the way.” Sophisticated charm oozed from every pore. “It’s lovely to meet two beautiful English roses so far from home.” Although he spoke to both of them, he directed an intense gaze at Ziva. Mischievous cobalt eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight then he winked at her. Hmm, not gay then.

 

“Hi, I’m Elise,” her sister said, sticking out her chest. “Nice to meet you, too.” She shuffled her feet again. “My feet are roasting standing here.”

 

Ziva glanced at Elise’s unsuitable choice of footwear as she stood on a drain cover. “I’m not surprised your feet are hot. It’s ninety-five degrees and you’re wearing high-heeled boots. I told you to wear your flat sandals.”

 

Elise rolled her eyes. “Flat sandals do not go with this outfit,” she said resignedly. “Kuala Lumpur is home to some of the best shopping malls in South East Asia—who cares about a little discomfort?”

 

“So, you were listening when I read out the tourist brochure and the amazing places I’d like to visit.”

 

“No, not really.” Elise gave an apologetic shrug. “I heard ‘shopping malls’ mostly.”

Sam laughed. His attention never left Ziva. “And your name is…?”

 

The crowd surged forward to cross the road. Someone jostled past Ziva, accidentally knocking her elbow. Her tatty canvas handbag and her one and only shopping bag dropped to the ground. She gasped as her new lingerie tumbled onto the dusty pavement. “Oh, crap!”

 

Stooping to her haunches, she then hastily stuffed lacy bras and matching thongs back into the paper bag. Her blonde curls tumbled over her face, helping to hide cheeks that burned hotter than the pavement. A serious contender for Miss Tiny Tits UK, she’d been spoiled for choice when she’d seen that the malls in KL catered for smaller women, so she’d treated herself to a few items of sexy underwear. Not that she had an occasion to wear it, but still, the last thing she needed was to have it displayed for all to see.

 

Sam kneeled in front of her, picked up a black bra, and swung it on his finger. “Here, I think you missed one.”

 

Head still down, she reached for the bra, but he hooked his finger around the strap and held it firm. She tugged. “Let go.”

 

“Not until you tell me your name.” He tugged back, stretching the lace and elastic across the distance between them. “And not until you look at me.”

 

 

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Abbey MacMunn 

Author Bio:

Abbey MacMunn writes contemporary, paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

 

 

When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.

 

 

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Meet Author @Shari_Nich and Discover Why MRS N Can’t Wait to Read Her #Books! #amreading #PNR


Author Interview

 

As many of you know, I’m a huge paranormal romance reader. It’s one of my all-time favorite genres so when I come across a paranormal romance new-to-me author, I’m all over their books like a honey bee to flowers. I met Shari through a fellow author, M. T. Magee, and we instantly connected. I convinced her to sit down for an interview and she agreed. I can’t wait to read her brand-new release, Haunted, from Liquid Silver Press. Take it away, Shari:

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

There are so many fabulous authors that have inspired me over the years with their words and their characters. I absolutely love Alice Clayton! Her books are filled with humor and heart. I had the pleasure of meeting the amazing Sylvia Day at an NJRW conference and got an autograph and a picture with her. She was so kind and lovely. Her writing style, voice and her ability to create off-the-charts sensuality between her characters are some of the many reasons I fell in love with her books. I admire the outrageousness and humor from the fabulous writing team of Christina Lauren. I’ve read Beautiful Bastard countless times, and still laugh hysterically. I’m always blown away by Kresley Cole’s world building. I was thrilled to meet her at RWA in NYC a few years back. She was very sweet! In my opinion, JK Rowling is an utter genius. I’ve read all of the Harry Potter books three- four times and will probably read all of them again. J Kenner’s characters are relatable and quite complex. I absolutely love her Stark series Iwill get to meet her at the Liberty States Fiction conference in March, which will be a thrill.

 

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

The first thing I do when I figure out who my characters are is to look through magazines or go online for ideas. I try to find out who best resembles the characters floating around in my head and then make poster boards and refer to them as I write. In my novel, HAUNTED, my hero, Thayne is based on the gorgeous actor, Ryan Reynolds .I’ve tried my best to vividly describe him as tall with golden brown hair, whiskey colored eyes, and a physique that would  make most women weep. He’s also incredibly witty, smart, and cool, a hero in every sense of the word. My heroine would be played by a young Scarlett Johannsen, a petite blonde with big, blue eyes. She’s sexy, sincere, and lovable, not to mention there’s a certain vulnerability that I think most women can relate to on some level.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are critical when it comes to creating believable, well developed characters. I remember my brother in law once told me about his uncle Thayne and described him as a tall, strapping man who had quite the reputation with the ladies in his youth. Immediately, an image began to form in my mind. The name sounded so masculine and unbelievably sexy, I knew I had to create this larger than life character and make him jump off the page. As for my other characters, some are based on people I might know, some are based on people from TV and film. Sometimes just hearing a name sparks my imagination and I plot who that character could be and what drives them.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t give up! If I can do this anyone can. Publishing is a tough business and not for the faint of heart by any means. Develop a thick skin and never take it personally when you get rejected. It’s part of the process. Get into a critique group and submit your work on a regular basis. Be accountable for your writing, even when you’re not published. Try entering contests. Go to conferences and talk to other authors. Find out what they’re doing. Take writing classes, and workshops. Read everything you can in your genre and don’t overlook those books on writing as   well.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m working on a three book contemporary series that focuses on three best friends from college who are navigating careers, and love in the Big Apple. I like to think of it as a modern day Sex in the City. There’s humor, fashion, gay best friends, over the top characters, and even a Mr. Big type of sexy alpha hero. As much as I love writing paranormal, it’s nice to step away from that world and focus on something completely different.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Boy that’s a tough one! There’s so many! I would love to have the power to know what people are thinking. It could save a lot of time and energy. I would also love to have the power to make myself invisible so I could spy on my kids.

 

What secret talents do you have?

Sadly, not many, but I still remember how to twirl a baton. Does that count? I guess it’s one of those weird talents you never really forget. I also have a photographic memory for recalling faces. I’m still wondering when this talent will come in handy.

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I’ve always wanted to go to Europe like my heroine, Karly. I hope to get there someday. Greece, Italy and France are at the top of the list. Oops that’s three.

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

I want to travel to as many exotic locales as possible, try the food, experience the culture, and learn about the people and the history. I’ve been talking about getting my Master’s degree for years. I’m still deciding in what. I would love to help my brother achieve his goals and participate in Special Olympics. I’ve always talked about taking a girls vacation with some really close friends and paying for the entire trip with all of my books sales.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

That’s an easy one! I would be a golden retriever. My beloved, dog, Buddy is a golden and they have the sweetest and most loyal dispositions. I could only aspire to be that adorable.

 

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Title: HAUNTED

Author: Shari Nichols

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Liquid Silver Press

 

Blurb:

When medium Karly Matthews agrees to move into a haunted inn, she’s not sure what’s more dangerous, the ghost or the sexy innkeeper she tries to resist. She’s can’t deny the intense rush of desire she feels every time he’s near. When she agrees to embark on a no-strings-attached relationship, she finds herself thrust into a world of mind-blowing pleasures. Now she must face the aching truths of her past.

 

Hotel heir Thayne Harper has a laser-like focus on success that doesn’t include the help of his family. He’s always been the black sheep, living in the shadow of his dead brother. His dreams are put to the test when a supernatural entity threatens to ruin everything. The one bright spot is the woman who intrigues his mind and heats his blood. If only he can convince her that, despite his bad boy ways, he can change for the good. Her love becomes his only salvation. Passion burns white-hot as a dark threat looms. The ghost doesn’t want them to be together and sets her sights on Thayne, luring him to a place that goes beyond death. Will Karly be able to save him before it’s too late?

 

Excerpt:

Karly made sure to keep her head down, wanting to avoid another run-in. Her fingers tightened around her key chain with every step. She was almost to the main street, when she bumped into a solid wall of muscle that threatened to knock her on her ass.

 

Her keys flew from her hands as she began to fall backward. Before she hit the ground, two strong hands reached out and caught her around the waist. She glanced up and into the gorgeous face of the god she’d seen earlier.

 

Up close, he was even more stunning and taller than she’d calculated. He exuded strength and masculinity, and when he focused that intense magnetism on her, all the air left her lungs, along with her ability to speak.

 

Genuine concern flashed in his whiskey colored eyes. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” His voice was like warm chocolate, melting her insides. When he dropped his hands, Karly could still feel the imprints on her skin.

 

“Y-yes, I’m fine. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. The man smelled incredible, like sandalwood and clean laundry.

 

“No need for apologies. Maybe you should sit down for a minute and have a drink with me.” There was elegance in the way he spoke that made her think of old money and private school.

 

For a moment Karly thought about taking him up on his offer, but she wasn’t in the frame of mind to pull off light conversation or flirty banter at this point. “Thanks, but I have to pass. This night, well, it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped so I think it’s my cue to go.” She did her best to school her features, but inside she was feeling raw and vulnerable. The only thing she wanted to do was go home, soak in a hot bath, and lick her wounds.

 

His searing gaze swept over her and made butterflies flutter in her stomach “Stay. Perhaps I can make it better.”

 

Karly glanced at his jacket for his nametag, but like her, he wasn’t wearing one. “I’m guessing you’re in either sales or politics, and if this is all for a campaign donation, I’m sorry. I already gave at the office.” Immediately she got a vibe telling her he was his own boss, which wasn’t hard to figure out. The man exuded confidence and power.

 

The throaty sound of his laughter raised goose bumps on her flesh. “So you’re funny and beautiful that’s quite a rare combo, Miss….?”

 

His words slid over her like a warm caress. A flush spread across her cheeks. She shook her head, a little dazed by the compliment. It would be hard not to succumb to his charms. If she was honest, his scent alone was driving her crazy. No, the man spelled danger. “I’m sorry. I should go. Good night and uh, nice running into you.” She sucked in a breath, turned and took a step toward the street.

 

“I don’t think you’ll get far without these,” he said in a bone-melting voice that forced her to turn around. He held up her keys in his hand.

 

“Right. Thanks.” She’d become so dazzled by his looks, she’d completely forgotten about them flying out of her hands

 

“My pleasure.” The way he said the word pleasure conjured images of their bodies tangled together, rolling around in satin sheets. The air sizzled with sexual tension. Slowly, he closed the distance between them and placed the keys in her hands. She purposely avoided touching him, but his fingers grazed hers, sending a spark of awareness up and down her arm.

 

“Don’t go,” he whispered.

 

“Why?” Karly was curious to hear what he’d say next.

 

“I can’t let you disappear into the night without telling me your name.” The words were spoken in a commanding tone that normally would’ve irritated her, but for some reason when he said them they hit every one of her buttons. “You can give me that much can’t you? It’s not every day I meet someone that captivates me and you have, quite thoroughly I might add.”

 

The scorching heat in his gaze made her shiver. She swallowed and tried to regain her equilibrium. It’d been a long time since a man had looked at her with such blatant desire. “I’m impressed— that’s quite a pick-up line. I’m curious, does it usually work?”

 

A guy that looked like him probably had women falling all over themselves to get his attention. It didn’t take a psychic to glean the man was a player. He was too smooth to be anything else. “You’re pretty sure of yourself. Do you always get what you want?”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Haunted-Shari-Nichols-ebook/dp/B077RMGLDM

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Haunted-Shari-Nichols-ebook/dp/B077RMGLDM

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.com/Haunted-Shari-Nichols-ebook/dp/B077RMGLDM

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-haunted-kay-nichols/1107745221?ean=9781622104529

Publisher http://liquidsilverpublishing.com/product/haunted/

 

Shari Nichols

 

Author Biography:

Shari Nichols grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were common place, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. Ever since she read her first Barbara Cartland novel, her life-long dream has been to write sexy, romantic stories. Shari has been married to her own alpha hero for twenty-five years. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, going to the gym, or hanging out with family and friends.

 

She lives in New Jersey with her husband, two teenagers, and her adoring golden retriever. She’s thrilled to spend her days in sweats, eating chocolate while pounding on her keyboard to create her next novel. Shari’s a member of Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Liberty States Fiction Writers and Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Romance Writers.

 

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Meet the First Woman of the Ancient Disorder of Hell Hounds @WestonAndrew #books #darkfantasy


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Mrs. N here and boy do I have a treat for you today. Courtesy of Bestselling Author Andrew Weston and Perseid Press, it’s my pleasure to introduce you to first ever woman to qualify for the Ancient Disorder of Hell Hounds. She agreed to an interview and I know you’ll fall for her like I did. (Nods) Go ahead and introduce yourself.

 

My name was Marie-Anne Charlotte de Corday d’Armont, or as I preferred, simply Charlotte Corday. I was born in 1768, in France to a minor aristocratic family and lived during the French Revolution. Like everyone else at that time, I got caught up in the fervor of politics and sympathized with the Girondin movement who were singled out for persecution by the leader of the Jacobin’s, Jean-Paul Marat. I decided to do something about that, and visited his home on the pretext of providing valuable information to help him advance his witch-hunt. Once we were alone, I stabbed and murdered him whilst he was in the bath and ended up being labeled, l’ange de l’assassinat, the assassin’s angel.

 

Not long after, I was sentenced to death by mob and trial, then executed by guillotine. It wasn’t until I awoke on the Undertaker’s Slab that I realized I’d been condemned to spend all eternity in hell for my sin.

 

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

The tendency to shoot my mouth off. After I arrived in hell I found it hard to adjust. Like many people sentenced to an eternity of condemnation, I went off the rails. Unfortunately, my behavior attracted the wrong sort of attention. I had a number of ill-advised run-ins with injustice, annoyed the wrong people and was subjected to permanent disfigurement as an incentive to shut up and switch on.

 

One side of my face now looks like withered, dried-up parchment while the other has been enhanced to look stunningly attractive. If that wasn’t bad enough, the Undertaker thought it would be fun to join the two sides with huge great brass surgical staples. That makes smiling or any form of facial expression a whole load of fun.
To embrace the style, I now go by the pseudonym, the Lady Gemini, and use gothic makeup and Ombre lipstick to make the best of a bad situation.

 

Which talent would you most like to have?

Well, since my reanimation, I can control the minds and behavior of insects and small animals. Some might think that’s a pretty useless skill to have, but as you’ll see in Hell Hounds, I turn this ability to my advantage more often than not. I’m beginning to wish I could influence larger creatures, such as demons, or perhaps Dread-Locks, as they’d be pretty awesome to have at my beck and call.

 

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Being the first ever woman to qualify for the Ancient Disorder of Hell Hounds.

 

 

Where would you most like to live?

The underworld is a topsy-turvy place full of strange and twisted reflections of the cities and countries you find topside – that’s in the land of the living to you – or in folklore. Having travelled through quite a few levels over the last few hundred years, I think I could settle down just about anywhere. New Hell, Niflheim, Juxtapose … anywhere really, as long as it’s not Perish (That’s hell’s version of Paris) as that’s where I originally met my end.

 

 

What is your most treasured possession?

The original set of knives I used to bring an end to that swine, Jean-Paul Marat. They followed me down into hell, and have been enhanced by the Bãlefire, the unliving all-pervading spirit of the underverse.

 

 

What is your favorite occupation?

I’m very fortunate to be doing it. I kill for a living.

 

 

What is your most marked characteristic?


I think my picture might give you a clue?

 

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What do you most value in your friends?

Their unflinching loyalty. This is hell where murder and mayhem is the number one pastime. Everyone’s out to stab you in the back, but after having been ordained, the Pack sticks close together. It’s like belonging to the family I never truly had.

 

 

Which historical figure do you most identify with?

Janus, the god of beginnings and endings, transition and duality. He is usually depicted as having two faces, and the mythos surrounding him kinda sums up what my unlife has become since my reanimation.

 

 

What is your motto?

When I worked for myself as an assassin, I made sure my client base knew I was totally professional. Hell might be filled with the dregs of humanity, but when it came to my art, I didn’t cut corners, kill off-book, or double-cross my patrons. I had a one hundred percent record of successful executions. I think that’s one of the reasons the Reaper, took an interest in me.
Of course, now I’ve been ordained into the Ancient Disorder of Hell Hounds, I follow their creed:
I swear to do my utmost to be guided by the Laws of Lucifer, and to protect and defend the most despicable Doctrines of the Devil. I will endeavor to pursue all enemies of the state throughout the length and breadth of the Sheolspace continuum and do my damnedest to execute both them and my duty without fear of favor, or hope of reprieve, until the morning star decrees otherwise.”

 

 

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Title: Hell Hounds

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:
Feared throughout the many circles of the underworld, Satan’s Reaper – and chief bounty hunter – Daemon Grim, is known as a true force to be reckoned with.

 

Having eliminated a major player in the uprising eating its way like a cancer through the underbelly of hell, Grim is stunned to discover he cannot afford to rest on his laurels, for the rebellion runs far deeper than was ever imagined. New players have emerged – denizens with uncanny abilities – who seem determined to support Chopin and Tesla’s revolutionary agenda.

 

Ever keen to test their mettle, the Sibitti – personified weapons of the ancient Babylonian plague god, Erra – also appear eager to capitalize on the growing unrest, and set about maneuvering events in order to place themselves in direct opposition to Grim’s investigation.

 

And if that was not cause for concern enough, there’s an insane angel on the loose, a creature as hell-bent on creating havoc as he is to return home.

 

How do Grim and his rabid pack of bounty hunters respond?

 

Baying for blood – doesn’t even begin to describe it.

 

Excerpt

Engines snarled and horns blared.

 

Although the rush-hour traffic was gridlocked, it didn’t prevent drivers from stamping their feet to the floor whenever the rare opportunity arose. Forced to brake harshly only moments later, they were quick to lean from windows and vent their frustrations at being caught, yet again, on one of the busiest roads in the underworld.

 

Stepping out into the din, the Angel Grislington seemed oblivious to the clot.

 

“What an ingenious form of entertainment,” he mumbled, “so simple, and yet so profoundly indicative of what latter-day hell is all about.”

 

In a daze, he turned back to stare at the very latest venue in this, his Things to do and places to go itinerary.

 

“Brilliant.”

 

Strolling across to the nearest bench, he shooed a flock of hell-pigeons away and laid a newspaper across the feces-coated rungs. After taking a seat, he flipped to the front inside pages of an elaborate pamphlet detailing a brief history of the origins and development of the establishment he had just left:

 

Based firmly on a concept devised by Marie Tussaud (nee Grosholts), “Madame Two-Swords & Terrorium” is unique amongst the infinite layers of the underverse in its approach to correctional castigation and public entertainment.
In life, Marie Tussaud learned her craft from Dr. Philippe Curtius, a Swiss physician skilled in the art of wax modeling. She came to fame during the French Revolution, where she would search through corpses to find the severed heads of executed citizens from which to make her death masks. Those masks were looked upon as revolutionary flags, and were paraded through the street of Paris on a regular basis.
Tussaud’s notoriety spread and she was invited to London to exhibit her works in the Lyceum Theatre. Because of the Napoleonic Wars, she was unable to return home, and settled in Baker Street, where she opened her first independent exhibition. Tussaud’s death masks attracted a lot of interest, and she expanded her concept to include life-sized models of celebrities and renowned characters from history, both dead and alive.

 

Nevertheless, as the public’s fascination with death continued to manifest. Tussaud began to concentrate on the more sinister and macabre, guaranteeing her success as a worldwide phenomenon. Following her death in 1850, His Satanic Majesty acknowledged the value of her work by graciously sponsoring the rejuvenation of her business here, in Olde London Town.
But don’t forget, this is hell after all, and we couldn’t just leave the most infamous museum ever dedicated to the damned to its own devices. Oh no . . .
Therefore, Old Nick saw fit to add a most delicious development. Not only does Madame Two-Swords incorporate the foulest of specimens from the underworld’s past, but it also houses unliving malefactors from the present day too. Yes, in a diabolical twist, our dark father has seen to it that this is the only place in all infernity where you will be able to witness live waxwork exhibits who have incurred his wrath engaging in combat to the death.
Wait!
Did we say Live. Waxwork. Exhibits?
We surely did.
Genetically altered by the Undertaker, the cells in the bodies of our fiendish fighting felons no longer metabolize energy in the way they used to. Instead, they produce lipids, marvelous little molecules that gradually turn the anatomy of our decrepit lawbreakers into wax.
Once deemed ready for combat, they are kept in refrigerated rooms where they await the dishonor of being called forth to entertain you, our most unwelcome guests.
Armed with nothing but sword and shield, and forced into the steaming jungle heat of the Terrorium, how will they fare?
Will they quickly dispatch their foes and live to fight another day, or will their timidity amidst humidity result in a slow and wilting death?
Will they prove their mettle, or will their resolve dissolve?
One thing’s for sure, if they can’t stand the heat, they won’t last long in this devil’s kitchen of an arena, where the only way out is in the bottom of a bucket.
But don’t take our word for it, come witness the debacle for yourself.
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(Intimidating you to help us make the underworld a bitter place)

 

 

In a reflective mood, Grislington thought back on the oppressive environment of the huge, greenhouse-like bowl of the Terrorium.

 

“What a truly amazing experience. The contenders started to liquefy the moment they stepped inside. No wonder they were so keen to get down to business. Out of the three bouts I witnessed, the only pair foolish enough to remain overly cautious literally melted away before my eyes.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076GWZ4DW

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hell-hounds-andrew-p-weston/1127314562?ean=2940158740053

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36472614-hell-hounds

 

Andrew Weston

 

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives with a large amount of cats in a medium sized house on a small Greek island.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international #1 bestselling and critically acclaimed IX Series, and has the privilege of contributing to the Heroes in Hell shared universe.

 

Social Media Links:
Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/andrewpaul.weston

South of Main Street by Robert Gately #YA #YALit #books


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Title: South of Main Street

Author: Robert Gately

Genre: Young Adult

Publisher: Entrada Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

The mother dies, the dad’s emotionally challenged, and one of the two daughters is suing her father for financial control of the multi-million dollar estate. That’s the setup of South of Main Street, a heartwarming story named for the dividing line that exists between the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’ in a fictitious town of Coalsville, Pennsylvania. The book is an uncommon mix of the child-like innocence of Forrest Gump (Henry – the hero of the story), Scrooge (mean-spirited money-grubbing sister), Chronicles of Narnia (state of believing in a secret door one steps thru into a pearly, magic-land) and even a nod to O Henri’s ‘Gift of the Magi’ all rolled into one. But as much as Henry has a wonderful effect on the people all around him, does he have the strength and fortitude to solve his own problem where it threatens to consume his family with guilt and shame if he doesn’t? Only in the end will we find out.

 

Excerpt:

DIXIE IS STANDING at the podium at the AA meeting already well into her testimony. “I really didn’t know Henry while growing up”, she begins again. “I’m told it was quite a treat if you did. But I got that privilege soon after his wife died last year. Our friendship really started right after he heard me say the word ‘turd’.”

 

Dixie pauses until the laughing subsides. “He asked me what I meant when I said ‘turd’, and I tried to explain whatever I was trying to say … I forget now … but he got me thinking about using the right words so I could be understood by other people. After a while he got me thinking what I wanted to do with my life. Oh, I was going places, all right, but it was nowhere any sane person wanted to go.

 

Dixie notices everyone is silent and paying attention to her. “Before I sit down,” Dixie says as she takes out a paper from her back pocket and unfolds it, “I’d like to read you something I wrote about Henry Wolff and this town. It’s not long, but it took me two weeks to write it.”

 

She takes a deep breath, then starts reading. “No one can measure the value Henry brought to the people of Coalsville. It would be too complicated to measure something like that. How can someone put a value on encouragement or inspiration or living life by good example? How can anyone correlate one man’s accomplishments this way? Impossible, of course.

 

“All that can really be said is that Coalsville is a better town because of Henry. People are better people because of him. They believe in themselves and have more hope that if they put their whole minds and souls into a dream they can do pretty much anything they want to. They might not be able to fly, but certainly they can become sober, be more mindful of the less fortunate, and maybe even be inspired to write a book, or inspire somebody else to write a book.

 

“The people of Coalsville believe the children who are born into this town have more opportunities to prosper than other places. Over time, the people will forget Henry. A boy or a girl might grow up and become president, and will tell stories to historians about where they came from. One of them might say, ‘I’m a native son or daughter born on the south side of Main Street in an obscure town in Pennsylvania called Coalsville.’

 

“And no one will ever know that embedded in that statement is a story of how one person made a difference to so many; of how his goodness spread far and wide like the ubiquitous wind; and how life for so many improved immeasurably, for his constituents and for all generations to come, not because this good Samaritan had money or status or political influence, but because he saw life through the eyes of a child.”

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/South-Main-Street-Robert-Gately/dp/1614334765/

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34026601-south-of-main-street

 

 

Author Biography:

Robert has written 2 novels, 2 non-fiction books, 12 screenplays and 3 stage plays since retiring early from AT&T in 1998. His body of work has been recognized as finalist or better in over 170 theatre, book and screenplay competitions around the world since 1999. His screenplays and stage plays alone have won a total of 27 contests and came in 2nd place in 19 others (e.g., Breckenridge, Telluride, Fade In Magazine, Garden State Film Festival, etc.), and he is one of the most accomplished unproduced screenwriters as noted on the moviebytes.com site. His short play was produced at the BaCCA Performing Arts Center at a One Act Festival on Long Island, and his longer stage plays won a reading series at Abingdon Theatre in NYC and Ohio State University. One of his plays (GOING SOLO), which he co-wrote with Drew Keil, won the American Movie Awards, the London Film Awards and the Chicago Screenplay Contest in their respective stage play category, and was showcased at the Venus/Adonis Festival at the Hudson Guild Theatre in NYC. He taught adult education at Northampton County Community College in screenwriting, and was Temple University screenplay judge for their Senior Project class (Freese Award).

 

 

Love Sutra: Secret to Happily Ever After by @UrvashiPahwa #romance #books #bookpromo


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Title:  Love Sutra: Secret to Happily Ever After

Author: Urvashi Pahwa

Genre: Romance (Short Stories)

 

Book Blurb:

What happens AFTER falling in love? Is there a happily ever after or love fades away?

 
It is hard to find love but even harder to keep it strong. Sometimes, little things that we overlook matter a lot.

 
Through a series of short stories, uncover the secrets of happily ever after. Take a ride into the lives of these five couples and explore how easy it is to keep dating forever.

 
Casanova’s Lover – A girl falls for a Casanova. Her heart was bound to be broken but will she ever find love again?

 
The Rich Wife – She can buy whatever she likes, but all she needs is time from her husband. Is it her fault or her husband’s?

 
Love Birds – Young hearts meet in college and start living together but more they get to know each other, more they start fighting on silly things. And then they found a way to solve this forever.

 
Miss Belligerent – Her husband was an entrepreneur. As a few challenges popped up, she clutched her claws on him, making his life miserable. How would he escape the situation?

 
Mr. Always Right – He considered himself superior to his wife, and did not value her opinions, crushing her self – respect. Will she ever stand up for herself or will she keep enduring it?

 

 

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Excerpt:

Her hands were moving at a robotic speed. The antique wooden timepiece that hung leisurely on the living room wall did not seem impressive today. Its ticking was triggering nervousness in her, but she was holding her ground bravely.

 

BANG.

 

A sharp noise disrupted her attention. Her packaging machine was spewing smoke. An electric spark had damaged the machine. She quickly pulled the plug out of the socket, but the damage was done.

 

How will I complete the work now? There is no way to get a new machine at such a short notice. There are only two hours left, and so many packages are still incomplete. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, hope escaping her body.

 

The lock on the door clicked, and her husband entered.

 

“Hey, baby. What happened?” Shobhit said. She looked up and did not respond; her sullen eyes were expressing her pain well enough.

 

“See, I am home early today. I was not feeling well. So, I took a day off. There is some work left, but I can manage that from home.”

 

Aparna did not respond.

 

“Aren’t you happy that I came home early?”

 

“It is not about you. What do you want? Should I jump and dance that you came home early?” she snapped.

 

He raised an eyebrow, “Why are you getting irritated?”

 

Aparna took a deep breath and told him the problem. His lips curled viciously.

 

“What? Are you this upset for a silly order? Aparna, grow up.”

 

“But it is my first big order, and now it is all ruined. I cannot finish it.”

 

Shobhit hung his expensive blazer in the closet, loosened his tie and sank into the plush couch, paying no heed to her. After a while he spoke, clearly frustrated. “Can I get some tea? I am not feeling well.”

 

Aparna looked up; a tear silently slipped from her eye. She picked up the pan and boiled aromatic tea leaves in some water. After a while, she heard her husband’s calm voice.

 

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s okay. Don’t run after these stupid orders. How much do you think you would have earned from this – a few thousand bucks? Take that from me. Now smile.”

 

She did not smile, and he continued. “Sweetheart, I am earning a fortune. It is painful to see you crying for pennies. You should be out at the mall shopping for expensive bags, just like the other ladies.”

 

She looked blankly at him and felt a strange force piercing her heart. The pain was unbearable as if blood was oozing out. Now that she had understood the importance of dreams and was following it passionately, how could she make him understand?

 

But she was decisive. She said, “I cannot give up at the last moment. If you don’t understand, that is okay.”

 

She picked up a hairdryer.

 

“This could do the job,” she murmured.

 

She wrapped the soap in shrink wrap plastic and applied the heat from the dryer. It worked. The plastic clung to the soap, and she let out a sigh of relief.

 

It was a slow process, but she had to try, at least, to finish on time. Shobhit looked at her and shrugged his shoulders in frustration. He took his cup of tea and went to his study. He was about to open his laptop when he got a call from his mother.

 

“Mom, I am busy,” he snapped.

 

“I wanted to talk to Aparna; she is not picking up the phone.”

 

“She won’t. Her mood is off because of her silly business. Let her be.” He scrunched up his face.

 

His mother listened to the rant. She was a kind and wise lady. Instead of bitching about her daughter-in-law, she said something different. “Shobhit, do you remember your first basketball match? How would you have felt If I told you that you couldn’t win because you weren’t tall? How would you have felt if I told you that your profession is useless; that you needed to become a doctor like me?”

 

Shobhit was quiet.

 

“How would you have felt if you were not promoted? It matters, right? Success matters?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Yes, because it was your dream to achieve these things. Then how is Aparna’s dream different? Just because you are rich or because she is your wife? This should not be a reason to stop her from following her passion. Appreciate her. It is her business, even if it is small now. Respect it.”

 

Shobhit felt a lump in his throat. He quickly ran towards the kitchen. Aparna was busy struggling with the hair dryer, surrounded by a mound of unwrapped soaps. She could not complete it, even by night.

 

“I am sorry. Can I help you?” he asked.

 

“No, I have just one hair dryer. You cannot help. Thanks,” she said in a sad, frustrated tone, not even raising her gaze.

 

He quickly called up all his friends and arranged for hair dryers. Within the next thirty minutes, all the electrical plugs in his house were occupied, and everyone was busy wrapping the beautiful pieces. Within no time, they were all ready. Her first big order was successfully delivered.

 

Shobhit held her hand and said, “I am sorry. I appreciate you for whatever you do and will always support you. I am proud of you.”

 

A tear escaped her eye, but this time for a different reason.

 

 

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Urvashi

 

Author Biography:

Urvashi was born and brought up in India. After completing her graduation, she started working in an Analytics company where she fell in love with her profession. She has over seven years of experience in Banking, Insurance and Healthcare analytics.

 

She enjoys writing and likes to experiment with different genres. She keeps herself busy with either her work or her hobbies – oil painting, and preparing handmade gifts for friends and family.

 

“Love Sutra – Secret to Happily Ever After” is her debut novella.

 

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Lies, Love & Redemption by Award-Winning Author @KWilkinsauthor #historicalromance #books


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Title: Lies, Love & Redemption


Author:
 Kelli A. Wilkins


Genre:
 Historical (Western) Romance

 

Lies, Love & Redemption is a full-length novel set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877. It blends a steamy romance with mystery and danger.

 

Blurb:

Shot and left for dead, Sam Hixton stumbles into a general store on the Nebraska prairie and collapses into the arms of Cassie Wilcox.

 

Cassie’s world is turned upside down when the handsome stranger drops into her life. Sam is another complication she doesn’t need: her business is dying and her trouble with the townspeople is escalating. Yet she’s determined to keep the store open — no matter what the cost.

 

As Sam recovers from his injuries, he hides the truth about his identity and convinces Cassie to let him work in the store. He’s attracted to her and admires her independent nature but quickly realizes Cassie’s in way over her head. They fight their growing attraction, and Cassie questions whether she can trust her fragile heart to a mysterious stranger. Will he accept her once he knows about her troubled past?

 

Cassie resists Sam’s advances and represses her feelings until one fateful night when they give in to their fiery passion. Together, they work out a plan to save the store but find their efforts are thwarted—and their lives endangered—by the locals.

 

Sam’s secret returns to haunt him and pulls him away just when Cassie needs him the most. Will he regain her trust when she learns the truth? Cassie has everything invested in the store—can she save it and find true love with Sam before it’s too late?

 

Here’s an excerpt from Lies, Love & Redemption:

Cassie dusted off a can of apricots and restacked it on the shelf. “Why do I even bother?” she muttered as she picked up the next can.

 

 

Another week had come and gone, but her days were always the same. Get up at dawn, sweep out the store, dust off the cans, and . . . wait. Her few customers strolled in on Saturday and Sunday afternoons to buy odds and ends, but nearly everyone bought their bulk goods at the general store in Baxter. Townsfolk came here only when they wanted something quick—or on credit.

 

 

The bell above the door jangled, but she didn’t bother to turn around. “That you, Luke? You’re up early. I bet you haven’t seen this side of ten o’clock in—”

 

 

She glanced over her shoulder and shrieked. The can of apricots slipped from her hand and rolled across the floor.

 

 

A stranger covered in blood leaned against the doorjamb.

 

 

She rushed to his side. “Who are you? What happened?”

 

 

The man locked his blue eyes onto hers. “Help me.”

 

 

He held a battered leather satchel out to her. “Hide this,” he said, then collapsed forward.

 

 

Cassie caught him around the waist and eased him to the plank floor. Was he dead? She felt the side of his sweaty neck. His heart was beating, but he looked like hell. His clothes were coated in blood and dirt, and his face had a sickly white hue to it. He was lucky to be alive. Someone had shot him full of holes.

 

 

Where had he come from? Holloway was in the middle of nowhere with no railroad connection, and it wasn’t on the stagecoach line. She hadn’t heard a horse out front, and he couldn’t have walked here from Baxter, could he? That would be suicide.

 

 

Wild ideas raced through her mind as she stared down at him. Maybe he was a fugitive or a bank robber. Decent people didn’t get themselves shot for no reason. Whoever shot him could’ve been following him, looking to finish him off.

 

 

Her gaze settled on the satchel. What was in it? Money? Gold? The deed to a silver mine? Why did he want her to hide it?

 

 

Cassie brushed her hair away from her face and frowned. What the hell was she supposed to do with him? Why had he wandered into her store, of all places? The last thing she needed was a half-dead stranger complicating her life. His being here would only stir up trouble—and she already had more than she needed.

 

 

Maybe she could— With a start, she realized he hadn’t moved. She shook his bloodied left shoulder.  The man remained motionless. “Damn it to hell.” She yanked the satchel from his grip, then ran behind the counter and stuffed it in the bottom drawer. There wasn’t time to look inside and see what the stranger was hiding. Whoever he was, he needed help—fast.

 

 

Order your copy here:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lies-Love-Redemption-Kelli-Wilkins-ebook/dp/B01JMJLOU4

 

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Links to other platforms: http://medallionpress.com/books/lies-love-redemption/

 

Kelli Cliffs

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

 

Her paranormal-comedy, Beauty & the Bigfoot, was published in September 2017.

 

Kelli released Trust with Hearts, a contemporary romance, in July 2017. Her third gay romance, Four Days with Jack, was released in June 2017. Kelli’s trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was published in spring 2017.

 

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

 

Kelli’s third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption is a spicy historical western set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

 

Her horror short fiction has appeared in several anthologies. If you like to be scared, don’t miss Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

 

Kelli’s writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

 

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor.

 

She also writes a weekly blog: http://kelliwilkinsauthor.blogspot.com/.

 

FREE READS from all of Kelli’s romances (all genres) are now on her Manic Readers page: http://www.manicreaders.com/KelliAWilkins/

 

 

Visit her website, www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/HVQqb.

 

 

Here are a few links to find Kelli & her writings on the web

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A Highland Moon Enchantment by Award-Winning Author @m_morganauthor #historicalromance


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A HIGHLAND MOON ENCHANTMENT by Mary Morgan

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Genre: Historical, Medieval, Scottish, Paranormal, Romance, Holiday

 

 

Blurb:

** A tale from the Order of the Dragon Knights

 

Irish warrior, Desmond O’Quinlan has never surrendered his heart to any woman. He has no wish to have his soul tortured by love. Yet, the moment he locks gazes with Ailsa, his fate is destined for an adventure he never fathomed. He may have battled alongside a Dragon Knight, but his greatest challenge will come from within his own heart.

 

 

Ailsa MacDuff, a warrior among her clan, has no desire to have a man chain her to a life of obedience. However, that is before she meets Desmond. The temptation to allow this warrior inside her heart is a risk she dares to take, but one that could lead to a future of emptiness and sorrow.

 

 

When betrayal looms from within, the battleground of love is no match for these two warriors. Can the power of a Highland full moon be strong enough to unite or destroy them?

 

 

 

Giveaway:

For a chance to win a digital copy of A HIGHLAND MOON ENCHANTMENT, please leave a comment sharing your favorite holiday treat. I will choose one random winner on Monday, November 27th.

 

 

Excerpt:

His mind screamed to stay rooted in his chair, but his body betrayed him. Standing, he reached for her hand. “I will escort ye to your chamber.”

 

 

She eyed him with curiosity and stood. “Nae. Take me to the north wall. I hear the view of the loch is one that steals the breath from your lungs.”

 

 

“Done.” When her fingers slipped into his, Desmond fought the urge to crush her to his chest.

 

Placing her soft hand in the crook of his arm, he led her quickly out of the hall and up the stairs. Bending to the left, he took her along a corridor and up a narrow circular pathway. The torches flickered as he approached the door leading to the north wall.

 

 

A cold draft blew by them, and she shivered. Instantly, regret filled him realizing he had not considered to bring a cloak for her.

 

 

Desmond paused by the door. “Ye should not venture out into the biting cold without a cloak.”

 

 

Her eyes narrowed. “I simply wish to capture a quick look, not spend the night sleeping out there.”

 

 

Shaking his head, he pushed open the massive oak door. Brittle air slapped at his face while they made their way up along the wall.

 

  

“’Tis cold,” she muttered, but chuckled softly and hugged his arm. “But ye are

warm.”

 

 

“We shall not tarry long,” he assured her and placed a warm hand over hers.

 

 

“Oh, sweet Goddess. Look at the moon, Desmond. Her light shimmers over the water. I have now witnessed the charm of the loch in sunlight and moonlight. Though our rivers are stunning on their own, they cannae rival this view. As I have told ye, our island is shrouded in mists, so ye cannae see verra far out into the sea.”

 

 

Desmond’s focus was not on the moon, but the beauty standing beside him. To take what he dared not possess. He marveled at her delight of the striking scene.

 

 

Ailsa turned toward him. “Thank ye, Desmond, truly.”

 

 

Her nearness was overpowering, seducing him in a way he had never known. Desmond cupped her chin. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in invitation. Moonlight and lust danced within her eyes. No longer did he battle with his mind and body, and he slowly lowered his head.

 

 

And under the silent whisper of a full moon, Desmond captured her soft lips within his own. He

could taste her sweetness mixed with the wine, and desire shot through his veins. His hands shook as he placed them securely on her waist. As he deepened the kiss, she placed her hands around his neck. Desmond groaned, crushing her body against him.

 

 

Buy Links:

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0767QVJBX/

 

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-highland-moon-enchantment-mary-morgan/1127176325

 

Apple iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-highland-moon-enchantment/id1294140045?mt=11

 

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Highland-Enchantment-Order-Dragon-Knights-ebook/dp/B0767QVJBX/

 

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Highland-Enchantment-Order-Dragon-Knights-ebook/dp/B0767QVJBX/

 

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/d/Highland-Enchantment-Order-Dragon-Knights-ebook/B0767QVJBX/

 

The Wild Rose Press: https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/5347-a-highland-moon-enchantment.html

 

Mary Morgan 

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Will the brave knight triumph? A Highland Emerald by @rayburnlady #historicalromance #books


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A Highland Emerald by Brenda B. Taylor

 

 

Blurb:

Aine MacLean is forced into an arranged marriage with Sir William, Chief of Clan Munro, yet her heart belongs to a handsome young warrior in her father’s guard. She must leave Durant Castle, the home of her birth on the Isle of Mull, and travel across Scotland in a perilous journey to her husband’s home on Cromarty Firth. William agrees to a year and day of handfasting, giving Aine an opportunity to accept him and his clan. He promises her the protection of Clan Munro, however, Aine experiences kidnapping, pirates, and almost loses her life in the River Moriston. She doubts the sincerity of William’s promises and decides to return to Durant Castle when the handfasting ends. William determines to win Aine’s heart. Will the brave knight triumph in his fight for the bonnie lass?

 

 

A Highland Emerald is the third book in the award-winning Highland Treasures series. It tells the story of Aine MacLean and William Munro, and is the prequel to A Highland Pearl.

 

Giveaway:

What do you love most about reading Highland Romance? Share in the comments below to win an ebook copy of A Highland Emerald.

 

 

Excerpt:

Isle of Mull

 

Scotland, 1486

 

 

My father sat in his usual chair in front of the crackling fire, staring at the flame with dim eyes and a fur robe wrapped around his broad shoulders, the deerhound curled at his feet.

 

“Where are you going, Aine?” he asked with his back turned toward the stone, spiral staircase where I stood. “Come, sit with me for awhile.”

 

I pushed the arisaid from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, then stepped over the wrap. Making my way to the stool where my mother’s embroidery frame stood, I took a seat and watched the flame.

 

Without turning his head, my father, Lachlan Og MacLean, eighth chief and fourth Laird of Durant Castle, asked, “Where are you going?”

 

“How did you ken ’twas I?” He never ceased to amaze me with his uncanny knowledge of events  around him although his eyes, so dimmed by injury, saw very little.

 

“I heard the rustle of your skirts.” He extended his hand for me, so I rose and hugged his neck.

 

He smiled, embracing my arms. “And I ken your scent, lass. ‘Tis so like your mither’s. You use the same scented soap as she.”

 

“Aye, but from so far away and with the smell of burning wood and dog in your nostril’s?”

 

“Your odor is a different pleasantry among the usual burning wood and dog. It stands out in my memory as does the pleasant odor of your mither.” He smiled broadly, showing still straight, white teeth beneath a greying beard. I could almost feel his penetrating gaze upon me as in the days before his sight was taken in battle. He asked, “Where are you going this dreary night?”

 

“Here, Da. To sit beside you and talk of the feast on the morrow.”

 

“Don’t try to deceive me, lass. I heard the sound of your arisaid dropping to the floor. You are planning a tryst, I feel certain.” His dimmed gaze pierced through to the depths of my soul. “I could see the turn of your head toward him each time he spoke at the evening meal.” A line formed between his brows and a shadow darkened his face. “You are to marry the Munro.”

 

“I dinna love William Munro.” My voice began to rise, and I struggled to control the cry climbing from the depths of my heart. “I wanna marry him, Da. You promised I could wed for love, not convenience.” The cry emerged from my lips. I buried my head on his shoulder and sobbed.

 

 

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 Brenda Taylor

 

Author Bio:

The desire to write historical fiction has long been a passion with Brenda B. Taylor. Since elementary school, she has written stories in her spare time. Brenda earned three degrees: a BSE from Henderson State University, Arkadelphia, Arkansas; a MEd from Sam Houston State University, Huntsville, Texas; and an EdD from Texas A&M University, College Station, Texas; then worked as a teacher and administrator in the Texas Public School system. Only after retirement could she fulfill the dream of publication.

 

Brenda and her husband make their home in beautiful East Texas where they enjoy spending time with family and friends, traveling, and working in Bethabara Faith Ministry, Inc. She crafts stories about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people in her favorite place overlooking bird feeders, bird houses, and a variety of blooming trees and flowers. She sincerely thanks all who purchase and read her books. Her desire is that the message in each book will touch the heart of the reader as it did hers in the writing.

 

 

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He Isn’t Going Anywhere — The Queen of Paradise Valley by @CatDubie #historicalromance #books


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Title: The Queen of Paradise Valley

Author: Cat Dubie

Genre: Historical Western Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Blurb:

Diana Rennie, daughter of a wealthy rancher, attempts to persuade mystery man Del Russell to leave his grievances behind and forgive her father for past mistakes. Her careful plan goes awry and results in a shotgun wedding and a prison sentence for Del.
 

 

Four years later, Del is back in her life with a vengeance—back for his rightful share of Diana’s ranch, back to prove he isn’t the criminal she thought he was, back to finish what the two of them started years ago in a passionate daze. And he isn’t going anywhere, no matter what beautiful, treacherous Diana does or says to try to get rid of him.
 
Excerpt:

“Guess Diablo’s gonna be yours, hey Boss? You tamed him good.”

 

“Like taming a woman.” Del rubbed the mustang’s flank.

 

“Yeah, sure. You strip ’em, gentle ’em with your hands, then ride the hell out of–uh–” Spying Diana on the fence, Mosquito ducked his head. “Mierda. Forgive me, Miss Diana–”

 

She didn’t speak; her cold expression was punishing enough. Muttering, “Uh-oh,” Mosquito walked the mustang away.

 

Del called after Mosquito, “I’ll be there in a few minutes to clean Diablo.” It had been an exhilarating ride, unconstrained, hell even joyful, something he hadn’t experienced in years. Hobo, his pinto cayuse and companion for the past year, didn’t have the mustang’s fierce stamina, the pumping power of its legs.

 

Soaked strands of hair clung to Del’s forehead. He swiped them away and strode to the fence, squinted up at Diana. “Looks like I earned myself a horse. Any objections?”

 

She looked over his head. “You won, didn’t you? One tough brute taming another.”

 

He untied the bandanna from his arm and held it out. “Your token, ma’am. It doesn’t smell as good as it did a few minutes ago.”

 

Her gaze flicked over the limp black cloth. “Keep the damn thing. I don’t want it now.”

 

Why did she challenge him at every turn? On impulse he reached for her waist and lifted her off the fence. She was light and lithe and fluid as she twisted to free herself, but when her feet touched the ground she stiffened like a piece of hardwood and dug with frantic force at his fingers. “Take your hands off me!”

 

Was that a note of desperation in her voice? “Doesn’t the knight get a kiss from the queen after he wins the battle?”

 

Cheeks darkening, she pushed on his chest but wasn’t quick enough to evade his mouth. He touched his lips to hers and she jerked back. “How dare you embarrass me in front of the men? You stink like a sweaty horse, like a–a–”

 

Hands in the air, he took a backward step. “Like a man? And you’re afraid of men? Is that why your lips are as cold as ice?”

 

 

Buy Links:

The Wild Rose Press  https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/se no arch?controller=search&orderby=position&orderway=desc&search_query=Cat+Dubie&submit_search=

Amazon   https://www.amazon.com/Queen-Paradise-Valley-Cat-Dubie-ebook/dp/B075X58S8R/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1510180114&sr=1-2&keywords=The+Queen+of+Paradise+Valley&dpID=51BQZHDGUyL&preST=SY445_QL70&dpSrc=srch

Barnes & Noble  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-queen-of-paradise-valley-cat-dubie/1127176154?ean=2940158564567

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Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-queen-of-paradise-valley

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36513433-the-queen-of-paradise-valley?from_search=true

 

Cat Dubie

 

Author Biography:

My love of words began early–I’m told I was making rhymes soon after I began to talk. With a crayon in my hand I first drew stories, with a pencil I wrote them. As for reading, I was the girl who always had her nose in a book, the one who read with a flashlight under the covers or, when the moon was full, would sit by a window for hours laughing, crying, loving characters whose adventurous lives wouldn’t let her sleep.

 

The girl grew up, married one of the good guys, raised three great children, worked, laughed, lived, and never lost her need for creating stories about romance, adventure, passion, mystery, love…

 

We now live in southwestern British Columbia where I’m able to indulge that need full time, plot, plan, and now share my stories with readers.

 

 

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Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/authorcat.dubie.7

 

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What’s a Crowdfunder to do? A Guest Post by @caridubiel + a #Giveaway! #books #Inkshares


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What’s a Crowdfunder to Do?

 

 

Since I’ve been promoting my first novel, How to Remember, people have been asking: why crowdfunding? Why not self-publishing, or the traditional method of querying agents?

 

 

One answer: I’ve been doing both of those things. I’ve self-published a handful of short stories and a collection, and I’m active in the traditional publishing market. I wanted to do something different.

 

 

Another answer: I’m a librarian, so I study books. I looked at other books that were like mine. I write with a strong first-person voice, my characters have dry senses of humor, and there are science and mystery elements. I found a book I loved – The Punch Escrow by Tal N. Klein – and I discovered it was published by Inkshares. That’s when I knew I wanted to write for them.

 

 

But I’ve got a big hurdle to jump. I need pre-orders to qualify. That’s where my readers come in. Check out my Inkshares page, my blog, my Facebook author page. You can help me do this, and you’ll get a book at the end of it all. You could even get your name in the acknowledgments as my supporter.

 

 

I’m also running a giveaway that ends at midnight on Thursday, November 23. If you win, you’ll receive a customized book basket from me – I’ll talk to you about your interests, and I’ll pick out 2 or 3 books for you, plus some extra goodies.

 

 

Ways to enter:

 

-Pre-order my book (each copy receives one entry)

 

-Follow me on Inkshares

 

-Like my author page on Facebook

 

-Share my author page on Facebook

 

 

Happy reading!

 

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Title: How to Remember

 

Author: Cari Dubiel

 

Genre: Domestic suspense, mystery, light science fiction

 

 

Book Blurb:

 

Miranda Underwood has lost a year’s worth of memories, and she’s certain her employer is behind it. MindTech uses imaging and electrical therapy to influence patients’ thoughts and feelings. Until now, Miranda has been on the other side of things, using her doctorate in neurology to help clients come to terms with mental and emotional trauma. But now that her own mind has been compromised, she won’t rest until she knows exactly what MindTech did to her and why.

 

 

One year in the past, grieving computer programmer Ben Baker can’t seem to get his life back together following his mother’s death. MindTech promises to help him heal. He’s intrigued, but unsure. It’s only after he meets Miranda in the bar next door that he becomes a client. As Miranda and Ben become closer, they discover that Ben has a deeper connection to MindTech than he realizes.

 

 

Excerpt:

My toothbrush was gone.

 

As a scientist, I needed a certain amount of evidence to prove a theory. Particularly a theory such as this one: I was losing my mind. The missing toothbrush was Exhibit A, Fact Number One, the first piece of a puzzle.

 

I stood in my bathroom, cold, staring at the empty holder where the toothbrush used to be.

 

I remembered buying it at the dentist’s office. “You’re brushing too hard,” the hygienist had said. “The electric one will help you be more efficient.” I purchased it with a healthy degree of skepticism, but also with a conviction that it might work if recommended by an expert in this field. I trust experts. I worked long and hard in order to become one, in my own field.

 

But that was gone. And I couldn’t ignore several other facts: my heavy breasts. The fat around my waist. The sweatpants that held the fat, so lovingly and softly, like a cloud or a gentle made-in-Taiwan rug.

 

My mind was fuzzy, like I’d woken from one of our experiments at MindTech, like I’d been my own patient. I was gathering enough evidence for a white paper. Possibly a peer-reviewed journal article.

 

I padded down the stairs in my bare feet, tucking my sweater around me. Coffee would help to solve this problem. Coffee had a way of sweeping the slate, burning with its bitter and cleansing taste. Coffee would return my theory to its ephemeral status, and restore my sanity in a single sip.

 

When I rummaged through my cabinets, I found old cans of corn, unopened tikka masala sauce, vanilla extract. No coffee. Fact Number Two: I was indeed losing my mind. I could only find a sad old bag of decaf stuck in the back of the highest cupboard. I would never drink decaf – honestly, I didn’t even know why it existed. Someone must have brought it to a family party long ago. I shuddered and pitched it.

 

It was October in my quaint suburban homestead, the trademark chill of fall seeping under my windowsills and thresholds. I needed to get warm. I needed a shower and a hot drink. I was used to being up at night and staying up late on account of my job as a pseudo-counselor and a scientist who messes with people’s brains. But the morning had never felt this alien.

 

I picked up my phone, scrolled through my texts. Nothing out of the ordinary there. I tapped out a message to Lauren, my best friend. If I were going for coffee and she found out, she might come after me if I didn’t bring her some. I didn’t want to take that chance.

 

I was trying to remember if I had given my number to the guy from last night. I supposed that if I had, he would call. Unless he didn’t want to, in which case it didn’t matter. There were always more boys to save. I had a lot to atone for.

 

The phone jumped, vibrating in the urgent manner I had expected from my erstwhile toothbrush. The screen lit with Lauren’s name. “Hey,” I answered.

 

“Where have you been?”

 

Buy Link: https://www.inkshares.com/books/how-to-remember

 

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Author Biography:

Cari Dubiel will read anything you put in front of her, and she writes, too! She is the author of the short story collection All the Lonely People, a Library Journal Self-E Select pick, as well as several other short pieces published in anthologies and online. Cari is a librarian in Ohio, a past Library Liaison to Sisters in Crime, and a podcaster.

 

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Christmas Stories: A Guest Post by Kate Parker #TuesdayBookBlog #historicalromance #Christmas


Christmas Stories by Kate Parker

 

We all have our memories of perfect Christmas mornings. For me, it’s only after Christmas breakfast and all the presents are unwrapped that my perfect Christmas morning begins.

 

 

I see myself snug in my flannel pjs and fluffy slippers, a nice big mug of hot tea at hand and, piled up next to me – a stack of new books smelling of fresh ink and newly cut paper. New-to-me authors, old favorites, all are welcome.

 

 

Now for reality… I’ll have to exchange my flannel pjs and fluffy slippers for a T-shirt and shorts if I don’t want to melt. I don’t care how hot it gets, I still love my hot tea. So it’ll be hot tea and an e-reader after Christmas breakfast while wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and leaving my feet bare.

 

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My ereader will bring me tales of sled rides through the frozen wilderness, snow ball battles beneath cozy chimneys that give off picturesque, non-polluting, wispy smoke, formal balls with stolen kisses beneath the mistletoe, and the number one best Christmas gift of all, a dead body murdered by clever means.

 

 

Nothing says Christmas to me like a good fictional murder under the Christmas tree. Or under the skating pond or in a snow drift or upsetting the horses. There must be blood splashed on the snow or dripped on the ballroom floor. At least one debutante, not the heroine, must faint. If crinolines rustle and sleigh bells jingle, all the better.

 

 

The contemporary fiction equivalent is the plucky heroine marching through the snow, gun strapped to her back, stopping the nefarious plot in time to sing carols and watch nieces and nephews open gifts. Clever murders here are more of the “karma” kind, where the villain dies from his own poison, bomb, or javelin.

 

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And the food! While I munch on Christmas foil-wrapped peanut butter cups and drink hot tea, I will read about whole roasted turkeys and wassail and cranberries and Christmas pudding with a sixpence inside. And if a cup of wassail is poisoned… Pure bliss. These foods work in either historical or contemporary stories.

 

 

In historical mysteries, the servants will be ever so grateful on Boxing Day, the children will enjoy cloth and wooden toys that don’t require batteries, and some lovely young woman will get an engagement ring either before or after the discovery of the body. The placement of the engagement is dependent on whether said lovely young woman is a sleuth or involved in the murder.

 

 

In contemporary holiday tales, the ending shows children either teaching grandparents how to use the newest electronic gear they received as presents or willingly setting down cell phones to spend time in the family’s traditional group endeavor. If it involves ice skating or football in the snow, so much the better.

 

 

In Christmas mysteries, words like “dreary” will be balanced out with words like “sparkling.” There will be plenty of snow between the pages to overcome the sunny and mild temperatures outside my door. Icicles will dangle from the roof – unless they’ve been used as a dagger.

 

 

Just writing this post has put me in the mood for Christmas. I hope Santa is bringing me lots of murder and mayhem this year for my e-reader, and I hope he is just as generous with your stocking. Whether your favorites are romance, mystery, sci fi, fantasy, or something else, may you have plenty of it to enjoy on Christmas morning.

 

 

Kate Parker

 

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Title – Christmas Revels IV : Four Regency Novellas

Author – Hannah Meredith, Anna D. Allen, Kate Parker, Louisa Cornell

Genre – Historical Romance

Publisher – Singing Spring Press

 

Book Blurb —

The Revels Continue…

The Sergeant’s Christmas Bride – Sergeant Jacob Burrows just wants a place to bed down for the night. He never expects to be confronted by a lady with a gun. Elizabeth FitzWalter intends to drive the stranger off her land, until she realizes he meets her most pressing need.

 

Home for Christmas – When Charity Fletcher receives a mysterious bequest—a house by the sea—she hopes to rebuild her life. Lord Gilbert Narron leases a seaside house to hide from his memories of war. Charity’s refuge is Gil’s bolt-hole… but what both are seeking is a home for their hearts.

 

 

A Memorable Christmas Season –The last thing Lady Roekirk expects at her Christmas party is a dead traitor in her parlor… or the Crown’s Spymaster helping her hide the body. Thirty years earlier, she’d been forced to wed another and Lord Keyminster became a spy. After this long, does their love stand a chance?

 

A Perfectly Unforgettable Christmas – Every day, Lucien Rollinsby endures a memory of Christmas Eve. Not even his lovely new neighbor can make him forget that horrible night five years ago. Caroline McAlasdair remembers that Christmas Eve, too. But if Lucien recalls her presence there, it will destroy their only chance at happiness forever.

 

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Author Biography –

Kate Parker first discovered another world in her mother’s murder mysteries written by Christie, Sayers, and the other ladies. Now she loves to time travel, via books, to murder and mayhem in Mayfair ballrooms and country estates, English villages and trains pulled by steam engines. This love has propelled her to write her own stories set in Britain in the Regency, the 1890s, the 1900s, and the 1930s, and she’d like you to come along and visit the olden days.

 

See what stories Kate has out at www.KateParkerbooks.com  and www.Facebook.com/Author.Kate.Parker/

 

 

 

Top 10 Reasons I Love #Thanksgiving: A Guest Post by @RuthACasie #books #romance


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The top 10 reasons I love Thanksgiving! 

 

We celebrate the Friday after. 

At our house we celebrate Thanksgiving the day after turkey day. We started the tradition as a compromise for my kids and their in-laws. They were conflicted about where to spend Thanksgiving. No one wanted to miss dinner with their family. We talked about brunch in the morning or later in the day. That just wasn’t the same. Instead I opted for the day after. It was not a hardship. I did it selfishly. This way I have them all to myself. My kids and their in-laws love the idea. 

 

No turkey! 

This year’s menu is roast leg of lamb and brisket. (It’s the same every year. I’m forbidden to change it.) That’s another benefit of celebrating the day after. No turkey. Everyone’s had their fill on Thursday. I can be a bit more creative with the menu. Although the family still demands mulled cider, sweet potato souffle and noodle pudding. 

 

Everyone moves back home. 

Our son and his girlfriend drive down from Boston. Our older daughter and our two grandchildren are only forty minutes away, but they come home and move in for the weekend. Our two daughters and their families (they only live thirty minutes away) move home for the weekend. It will definitely be a houseful but I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

 

Butternut Squash Soup.

Our younger daughter added this to our menu two years ago. My cooking is all done when she comes in with all the mixings and makes the soup. 

 

My older grandkids help in the kitchen.

Well, maybe not my grandson. He prefers to hang out with his uncle and play ball across the street in the park. My older granddaughter sets the table, makes place cards and watch her cousin so her aunt can help in the kitchen 

 

The coffee runs to Dunkin Donuts and late night outings to the local ice cream shop.  

Our son goes to our local DD and brings home a selection of coffees for us while we finish cooking. It’s always a surprise. Since our dinner is midafternoon, my husband takes the grandkids to the ice cream shop to bring back more surprises. I could easily have the ice cream at the house, but I think he uses it as an excuse to spend some alone time with two big kids. 

 

Time together.

After dinner we flop on the sofa with a large bowl of popcorn. My husband tries to get a Scrabble game going but he loses out to game. 

 

Sunday Night.

With all this tumult and cooking, did I mention the mandatory French toast Saturday morning I start to look forward to Sunday night when they all go home?

 

Four more weeks.

Thank goodness they’ll all be back in four weeks for the holidays and we do this again. This time with presents! 

 

It’s all magical to me. 

At our day after Thanksgiving dinner, I sit and look at family around the table and beam with pride. I’d be happy not to eat, just enjoy them. This is what I’m most thankful for, my dear husband who supports me in everything I do, my children and their spouses who make me laugh until I cry, and my three grandchildren who are blessings.  

 

 

I hope your Thanksgiving is delicious and wonderful. 

 

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Title: The Highlander’s English Woman 

Author: Ruth A. Casie  

Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance 

 

Book Blurb: 

Laura Reynolds is in love with her long-time friend, Jamie Maxwell Collins. She adores his playful sense of humor, caring nature as well as his strong sense of family and honor. 

 

Jamie lives across the border in Scotland. Outwardly carefree, he hides a dark secret. He can’t involve Laura in this deception. He can’t give her hope for a future together. 

 

Laura stumbles upon Jamie’s secret. In her heart of hearts she knows Jamie is innocent. Their relationship in tatters and with no hope of reconciliation, she plays a deadly game to exonerate Jamie, she agrees to a political marriage. She has no idea the entire game has been orchestrated by her future husband, Jamie’s greatest enemy. 

 

Excerpt: 

He opened the cemetery gate and made his way to the small building where the 9th century remains of William the Brave rested. In the building was a hidden passage that led inside the castle. A dangerous place for boys to play. He and Richard prided themselves on being the only people aware these tunnels existed. Forgotten over the centuries, it had taken them weeks to clean out the debris and shore it up to make it usable. 

 

The hair on the back of his neck stood. Someone was with him inside the cemetery. He crouched behind a tombstone. In the distance, a dark shadow proceeded along the path. 

 

Jamie took stock of the man as he made his way to the Reynolds’ family graves. He thought at first Reeve came to pay his respect to Richard, but the form was all wrong. This shadow was bigger, more agile. The man stopped and waited. For whom? For what? 

 

Jamie moved for a closer look. His brushed against a tombstone and knocked loose pebbles that rested on the top to the ground. In the complete silence, the cascade of stones sounded like boulders echoing in a valley. 

 

In an easy, elegant move, the man drew his sword. No, this wasn’t Reeve. Jamie did the same. 

 

The darkening shadows made it impossible for Jamie to identify who he fought. That didn’t stop either man. His attacker put him on the defense. Jamie retreated in a matter of seconds. 

 

Jamie and the shadow parried and lunged. Evenly matched, neither gave signs of tiring. Several times he almost had the man, only to have him bound over an obstacle and come back for more. 

 

Just like… 

 

“For a moment I thought you fought like Lord Richard,” Jamie said. The man answered with a barrage of strikes. 

 

But Jamie held his ground. He fought stroke for stroke until they came into a close battle position, the hilts of their swords locked against their chests. Clouds moved and the man’s face was revealed under the moonlight. 

 

Jamie dropped his sword and froze. His heart pounded. The man threw his head back and laughed. 

 

“Richard?” 

 

The laughter subsided. Richard put his arm around Jamie and squeezed him close. “I wonder if Father has any ale? How I would love to taste it one more time.” 

 

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Author Biography: 

RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing time travel romance. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie. 

 

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Mint Cookie Murder by USA Today Bestseller @LeslieLangtry is a Sweet Deal! #cozymystery #99c


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Title  MINT COOKIE MURDER

Author Leslie Langtry

Genre Cozy Comedy

Publisher Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb 

Ex-CIA agent turned suburban scout leader, Merry Wrath, is just trying to live a normal, quiet life. But all that goes out the window when a convicted traitor (who’s inconveniently not in his prison cell) dies on her doorstep, and an obese cat, who bears a disturbing resemblance to Hitler, decides to move in.

To make things worse, it’s time for the annual troop cookie sale, her new boyfriend’s old college flame shows up to win him back, and someone’s shooting at Merry in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. Is the assassin after her or the cat? Is Riley, her hot former CIA handler, hitting on her? Is Rex, her boyfriend, going to dump her? Will she sell enough cookies to take her troop to Winter Sniper Camp? If Merry doesn’t find answer to these questions soon, it may be too late!

 

Excerpt

As a former CIA operative, I’ve heard a lot of statements that have chilled me as though I had a foot-long icicle down my throat while sitting naked and wet on an ice floe. (By the way—don’t go to Greenland. Ever.) Things like, Open up! It’s the police, and we have a flamethrower! and Tell me the code or I’ll have to use this pair of pliers on your eyelids. All terrifying under normal circumstances, but throw in the Iranian secret police or a Venezuelan death squad dressed as circus clowns, and they have a smidge more gravitas.

 

But nothing…nothing compares to what I was just told.

 

“What do you mean we have to sell cookies?” I asked Kelly with a slight tremble in my voice. “To people? On purpose?”

 

My best friend and co-leader rolled her eyes. “Girl Scout Cookies. Our troop has to sell them.”

 

“Why on Earth would we want to do that?” I asked, backing up against the kitchen wall. I was starting to regret never having put in hidden panels with weapons around the house. But then Kelly would just laugh at me if I pulled a garrote on her.

 

“Because it’s a fundraiser for us and for the Council.” She pointed to the stack of order forms and the colorful brochure showing the prizes the girls get for selling so many boxes. I started flipping through the flier. Tiny pewter owls? Why does a little girl need one tiny pewter owl? Unless the purpose is to melt it down into one tiny, pewter bullet—then it sorta makes sense. And what’s with all the sticker books? Diabolical! I can only see a child’s access to 101 stickers turning into a nightmare of epic proportions. Oh wait! Dora the Explorer stickers! I looked up at my Dora bedsheet curtains and cringed. I really need to buy drapes.

 

“How do we sell cookies?” I asked. “Set up a store somewhere?” I had no idea how something like this worked. It kinda sounded like a scam, actually. Selling certain cookies only one time a year. Give them a taste, and then demand turns into desperation. Hmmm…also diabolical. I knew international villains who could learn something from the Girl Scouts.

 

“We go door-to-door,” Kelly sighed. “Take the forms to work. Call our friends and beg or blackmail them.”

 

Definitely a scam. I shook my head. “I don’t have any friends besides you, Rex, and Riley.” I wondered if I had enough blackmail material to get Riley to take the form to Langley to sell among the other spooks. I mean, I had some good stuff (like photos from the time he overused self-tanner for a job on the Riviera and looked like an Oompa Loompa), but did I have enough?

 

“Wait!” I said as I studied the form. “People have to give their names, addresses, and phone numbers?” No one in the CIA would do that. We can’t even tell spouses and children what we do for a living.

 

“You’ll have to do it.” I shoved the whole mess toward my best friend and troop co-leader. “I’ll do the behind the scenes work. Like the incentives and inventory, fear and intimidation, blackmail sales, wet work, and stuff.”

 

Kelly rolled her eyes. I got the distinct impression she wasn’t taking me seriously. “No wet work—no spy stuff! We’re just selling cookies!”

 

I winked at her. “Right.” I placed my index finger on my lips and looked around. “Just selling cookies.” I winked again for emphasis.

 

Kelly rolled her eyes and sighed the sigh of 100 martyrs. “Look, we have to do it. I know you don’t want to. But it’s non-negotiable. If you want to do all the things you’ve planned with this troop and you don’t want to pay for it yourself, we have to do this fundraiser.”

 

She put her hands on her hips, a sign I knew meant that this conversation was over, and I had lost. And she was right. Even if she wasn’t. Kelly was right. She always won.

 

“I’m not planning anything expensive…” I moped.

 

My best friend’s right eyebrow bent upwards. “Oh really? What about the winter survival skills campout?”

 

I shrugged. “That’s a totally legit idea.”

 

“In Newfoundland?” Kelly asked. “And your equipment list is ridiculous.” She numbered the items off. “Snow shoes and cross-country skis for each girl…sleeping bags with a 50-degrees-below-zero rating…white sniper camouflage suits…”

 

“Hey!” I protested. “Those are important!”

 

Kelly ignored me. “And I’m not even going to mention flying in some Israeli Mossad agent you know to teach a weekend-long class on self-defense to second-grade girls.”

 

I lifted my chin and sniffed. “It’s called Krav Maga—and he’s the world’s foremost expert. How do you expect these girls to survive a kidnapping attempt?”

 

Kelly narrowed her eyes. Uh-oh. Why did I have to bring that up?

 

“Well, I guess they could’ve used that a few months ago when you dragged them into a gunfight with the CIA and local SWAT team.”

 

I slumped. She was right. Totally my fault there. I still felt bad for that one. It didn’t matter that the girls thought it had been the best day of their lives.

 

Kelly’s voice softened. “Look, all I’m saying is that these things cost money. And we can raise some of that by doing what Girl Scouts have been doing for a century—selling cookies.”

 

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But you have to be in charge.”

 

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Author Biography

Leslie Langtry is the USA Today Bestselling Author of three cozy comedy mystery series. Originally from Iowa, she currently lives in Illinois with her family and a menagerie of loveable but dysfunctional pets. Leslie is a rabid knitter, voracious reader, humble Girl Scout volunteer and has been known to walk llamas, visit haunted houses and eat cake. A lot of cake. Not kidding…she really loves cake. Find out more about Leslie at http://www.leslielangtry.com.

 

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Charm School Night Play Lesson 3 by @LynnCarmer #romance #eroticromance #romanticcomedy


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Title: Charm School Night Play Lesson 3

Author: Lynn Carmer

Genre: Multicultural Romance/ Romantic Comedy/ Erotic Romance

 

Book Blurb:

She wants a sizzling fling…

 

Athena Calvo is as tough as nails.

 

She’s also newly divorced and emotionally vulnerable. To get herself back out on the dating scene, she volunteers to teach the next charm school class: Sensation Play. She immerses herself in blindfolds, silk scarves, wax play, and more! She knows Tommy Lagos wants to help her with hands-on research, but she’s looking for a short term commitment. There’s just one problem.

 

He wants forever…

 

Tommy Lagos never takes life too seriously.

 

He is a beast in the ring and between the sheets. His shredded muscles and wicked charm have taken him far, but behind his cocky grin lives ambition, fire, and a drive to fight for everything that matters—especially Athena. He knows he can seduce her into giving him more than a few days.

 

He will own her body, one blindfold at a time, but will he be able to seduce her into risking her guarded heart?

 

Excerpt:

Tommy’s eyes ran over the goddess standing in front of him, her burnt lilac hair brushing her tattooed shoulder. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m gonna make her mine. “I meant what I said. I want to help you with the class.”

 

Athena looked down and scuffed her shoe against the damp grass. “Tommy, listen, you’re a great guy—”

 

“Dare told me what it’s about.”

 

Her head snapped up. “What exactly did he tell you?”

 

“He told me about the past two classes, and the…subject of each class.” He was getting hot under his non-existent collar, not from embarrassment but because he imagined Athena experimenting with him.

 

“He told you what my class is about?”

 

He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. “Hell, yeah. That’s the first thing I asked.”

 

“And you understand”—her searing gaze swept down his primed body—“what that means?”

 

He stepped forward, his fists clenched. “Intimately.”

 

“From research or experience?”

 

He grinned, loving how she gnawed at her plump, bottom lip. “I’m an MMA trainer, stressing kinetic learning in all of my classes. That means hands-on. Always.” He traced a finger along her cheek and over the stubborn cleft in her chin. “Let me help you.”

 

She shook her head and took two big steps back. “I think there are no bigger con artists on the planet than the Lagos’ boys.”

 

“Trust me.” Tommy’s Spider-sense was tingling. Her cheeks were flushed, she was having a hard time meeting his eyes. She would never admit it, but she was interested.

 

Then she knocked him on his butt by demanding, “Prove it.”

 

“Here? Now?” He looked over at her and the hotdog-shaped dog at her feet.

 

“See? You have no idea what sensation play is or you’d have listed five different techniques already. Like I said. Con artist.” She adjusted her mutt’s collar. “Come on, Fitzy, I’m done with amateur hour.”

 

Tommy’s whole body went on alert. Athena was fire, a barely banked inferno. He could feel the smoldering blaze living under her bronzed skin, and he only had minutes to convince her to give him a chance. Because he wanted to revel in that firestorm, bask in it for as long as she’d let him. He blocked her path and stepped in close.

 

“If you’re a beginner, I recommend, silk scarves, rose petals, maybe some feathers that I would trail over your skin.”

 

Athena stutter-stepped and came to a halt.

 

“When you’re comfortable, I’ll use something a little more intense, ice cubes, hot wax…”

 

Her breath shallowed, her chest rising and falling with each indrawn breath. She slowly turned, her hazel eyes narrowing in on him.

 

He was greedy for more than just her gaze. “When you trust me, when you truly give your body to mine, I’ll cover your beautiful eyes and tie you up. Mute your hearing so…”

 

“Stop.”

 

“No.” His head spun, the sizzle of her heated skin only inches from his. He would get past her defenses. Athena’s reservations were more than shallow excuses. “I’m defending myself.”

 

Her breath hitched, and she stepped forward.

 

“We may even have to discuss a safe word if you—”

 

“Enough.” She slapped a hand over his mouth and laughed softly. “I take it back, I swear. Just stop—”

 

He nipped at her palm and then kissed it when she yelped.

 

“Damn, Tommy. You really are a surprise.” Her thumb brushed his lower lip, and her narrowed gaze caressed his face.

 

“Athena.” Say yes.

 

She dropped her hand. “But my answer is still…no.”

 

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/charm-school-night-play-lesson-3

 

Author Biography:

Amazon Best Selling Author Lynn Carmer is a talker, a writer, a reader, a teacher, a procrastinator, an avid fan of all things “reality,” and a devourer of all things “sweet.” She is continually working on white-hot, humorous Contemporary, Paranormal, and Sci/Fi Romance novels. Think sexy Gargoyles turned to stone; star-crossed lovers living on the planet of fire and ice; and hilarious contemporaries that reference pop culture and quite a few ’80s and ’90s movies and music.

 

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