#NewRelease Spotlight: THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US, by Alyse Raines

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Publisher: Evernight

Cover: Jay Aheer

Blurb:

Andrew Warren’s future was with the Marines, until an IED took his leg and derailed his career. Now he’s flunking Fundamentals, and he enlists the help of his fellow App State freshman and off-campus neighbor, Sawyer Layne. It’s not just the beautiful blonde’s looks that intrigue him, but the hurt in her eyes.

Sawyer spends her days surrounded by numbers and nights with a bottle of vodka to numb the darkness of her past. Guys like sexy, tattooed Andrew are exactly what Sawyer needs to avoid. Look but don’t touch—that’s the rule. If only his eyes weren’t so blue, and his abs not so chiseled….

When Sawyer resists his brand of charm, Andrew uses every devious tactic he knows to pull her from her shell. Falling in love was never part of the plan.

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Excerpt:

Sawyer’s hands slid down his shoulders, past his chest, and back up. She knew what came next, but how to get there was another story entirely. Once again, he read her mind, and, chuckling to himself, kissed a path along her throat, his hands taking a different route to her breasts. His soft lips contrasted with the scruff of his beard, rubbing the skin above her collarbone. Andrew cupped her in his hands, teasing her until a sound like a sigh and moan left her lips that made his breathing quicken.

He lifted his head and smiled. “You like that?”

Sawyer nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Tell me what you want, Sawyer.” He moved his thumb in a slow, soft circle over the tip, making her arch up into his touch. “This?”

Her breath caught as his free hand repeated the action on her other breast. “Yes.” She hissed, rolling her hips into his.

A sexy rumble sounded in Andrew’s chest. She ground herself against his hardness again, and this time, his laugh died away. He lowered his head and caught her lips in a searing kiss while he gripped her hips and thrust his length against her core once, twice. They stayed that way, moving against each other as he kissed and nibbled down her throat to her breasts, until his mouth covered her nipple and teased a cry from her lips. Until every conscious thought dissolved into pressure and blinding white lights and her empty core clenched and pulsed. Until his grip on her hips was almost bruising and he shuddered above her.

Sawyer was lost in him, in the way he made her feel. She shimmied, trying to get him at her entrance. Andrew stilled, resting his forehead on her chest.

“Give me a sec,” he said, his breaths hot on her aching buds.

Her chest heaved. She thought he’d take some time to—well, she didn’t know—before getting the condom. Shit! How could she have been so stupid? Trying to get him inside her without it? She wasn’t on the pill. When she wasn’t having sex at all, birth control hadn’t really crossed her mind all that much.

While her mind raced, Andrew trailed a hand down her belly to her thigh. His fingers danced between her legs and she gasped at the first touch, jerking involuntarily. The intensity of his hands sliding in her folds was somehow more than just his erection. With two fingers, he caressed her sensitive flesh, stoking the flames. Teasing her. She didn’t notice him sliding down her body until she felt his hot breath where his fingers were. She was wet, so wet he slid through her folds with ease. A slow, fierce blush rose from her toes, and she was sure he could see it, even in the dim light.

“God, that’s perfect.” Andrew replaced his fingers with his tongue, making her cry out. “And that, too,” he said with laughter in his voice.

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About the Author:

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Alyse Raines was born in Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles. She writes romance, and her obsessions include vegan cooking, books, tea, sandals, turquoise jewelry, nail polish, and online shopping. Her debut NA contemp romance THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US is out now from Evernight.

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Social Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyseraines

Twitter: https://twitter.com/alyseraines

Blog: http://alyseraines.blogspot.com

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#NewRelease Spotlight: FINDING LOVE, by Elodie Parkes

 

 
 
In the second of the stories that take place in and surrounding the sex club, Candy Apple, handsome Jake watches Ellie from across the room. Week after week he longs to touch and kiss her, but holds back until he can’t wait one more moment. Ellie has needs to fill…the trouble is they just might drive Jake away.
 I got the inspiration for the Candy Apple from a building I pass on the outskirts of a city I often have to visit with my employment. The building is semi derelict and the upstairs windows are boarded up, but if you pass on foot, you can see into the ground floor where a corner of the paper that covers the window has bent and peeled away. I’m naughty enough to stand on tiptoe and stare into the place regardless of people passing behind me on the sidewalk and staring at me LOL The building is as I describe in the story, but the lights are all busted and the striped awning hangs away from the porch and flaps in the breeze.
The room I could see inside was very long, reaching far back into the gloom. It was still opulent, like a stateroom. It had a huge staircase curving around the middle of the room. The outside steps lead to a room above the one I can see into and I’d love to see into it, since I can’t I had to imagine what might be like. I often get story ideas from places and buildings, especially old or mysterious looking ones. Sometimes I imagine what they might have looked like or been used for and that’s when the setting for the story cements in my mind.

 

Now available on Amazon, a romance, contemporary, erotic, with a twist of darkness and suspense and naturally Elodie’s must have HEA
 

Jake’s a member of an elite club, the Candy Apple. Years ago, it used to be a
gentlemen’s club, but now it caters for other needs. When he first sees Ellie sitting alone at one of the tables near the dance floor, he makes it his business to find out about her.
Jake’s enchanted by Ellie. He wants to give her what she needs.
Ellie takes him up on the offer.
The trouble is, Ellie’s needs will shock Jake and set him on a quest to find her,
when after a night of passion and rescue, she slips away into the night.
Finding Love–a contemporary, erotic romance/suspense with a twist of darkness and an HEA.
What would you do to find love?

 

 
Finding Love: Incident at the Candy
Apple
Read an excerpt
 
Jake stepped onto the patio. The day had been crisp and cloud free.
As he gazed up into the clear night sky, he could see a sprinkling of stars. He
was lucky to see them since the city sent out an aura of light. He’d always
loved going out into the country away from the light pollution of the city
because at night the sky was full of stars. Jake shivered in his shirtsleeves.
If it hadn’t been unseasonably cold, he mightn’t even see the faint twinkling
that greeted him as he stared up. Some time ago, on a trip to a less populated
coast, he’d seen a shooting star. Jake had made a wish then. It hadn’t come
true yet, but he held onto the hope that one day it would.
 
He closed the big glass doors, and locked them before pulling the
pale gray, vertical blinds. He was ready to go out into the city. All he needed
was his jacket and the usual stuff he stashed in his pocket. The working week
had drained him, but he needed to go to the club he frequented. With any luck,
the lovely girl he’d noticed there would arrive again.
 
Jake drove to the Candy Apple and found a park in the lot they
provided. There was no valet parking there. The Candy Apple was a
semi-secretive place. Once a gentlemen’s club, the building ranged over four
floors, though the basement floor wasn’t generally obvious, Jake knew about it.
The exterior was verging on vintage, but an incredibly bright awning festooned
the entry and extended to the wide first floor window where the coffee bar was
situated. Over the top of the awning and around the shallow porch, shocking
pink and white neon lights cast their glow onto the sidewalk. The steps leading
to the front door shimmered under these lights and when it rained had the
appearance of a surreal waterfall. No one entered the club unless they were a
member. It seemed that introduction by a current member was the only way to join.
Jake strode along the white paved path leading from the parking
lot and that joined the main street sidewalk. He ran up the short stoop of the
club building, and met the security on the door. They knew him, but glanced at
his membership card anyway.
 
“Good evening, Sir.”
 
He grinned at them. “Hi, is the place busy?”
 
“Not yet. Have a pleasant night.”
 
He smiled as he took the wide hall that led into the low-lit main
room.
Jake sank gratefully onto the couch and stretched out his long
legs. He leaned against the sumptuous, leather backrest to wait for midnight.
His heartbeat practically matched the low thump of bass in the dance music
seeping from the adjacent room. A sudden burst of the melody assailed his ears
as the door opened and someone came through. He avoided the glance of the
solitary man who passed him and studied the toes of his boots considering
Ellie.
 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Hot Ink Press
 

 

#NewRelease Spotlight: SURPRISING MYSELF

Thank you for hosting my first audio release, the erotica anthology SURPRISING MYSELF!

What is your secret fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.

 

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ABOUT LEA BRONSEN’S STORY “COME ABOARD”

Lorna, a young American reporter, travels to a port town in France to cover a yacht race. She hopes she’ll be able to experience her wildest fantasy on the beach – sex in public. Due to getting on the wrong train, she has an argument with the controller, who she finds both immensely sexy and annoyingly arrogant.

When he brings her to the engine, pretending to restrain her but instead getting intimate with her, she sees the opportunity to live out her fantasy…

 

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EXCERPT

If lucky, I might even meet a handsome Frenchman with whom to spend Saturday night. I’m single, have been for the past few months, and at twenty-three, the lack of sex for such a long time is driving me half-nuts. An interlude with a local hotness on one of the warm beaches of Sables sounds like an irresistible idea. Yes, a beach, or any other public place. The eBook I’m reading features a heroine getting the fuck of her life in an open park at night against a tree in full view of passersby. I want that kind of excitement, too. The three boyfriends I’ve had in the past few years were good in bed but not daring enough. I yearn for someone to do something crazy and a little forbidden with me, in public visibility. Surely, that hint of dangerousness, the possibility of being caught by the authorities, should increase the sexual experience—and our orgasms—tenfold.

For now, I’ll have to do with checking out the cute Maghrebian controller while waiting for him to examine my ticket. Row after row, he walks the narrow aisle toward me, distributing polite smiles to the passengers and answering questions. Tall and broad-shouldered, he has the looks and build of a soccer player. A black tribal tattoo appears below the short sleeve of his purple shirt and travels down his sun-kissed, muscular forearm. Beneath his gray cap, he sports a short buzz cut, and two or three days’ worth of black beard stubble covers his cheeks and chin, just enough to make him…oh, God, immensely sexy. With full lips, a strong nose, and black olive-shaped eyes, he’s a gem of North Africa, an exotic, roughly polished jewel. He would definitely fit in my fuck-on-the-beach fantasy.

 

BOOK LINKS

Audio: Insatiable Press / Amazon

EBook: Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Barnes & Noble / Kobo

Preview the book on Amazon

Add the book to Goodreads

See pictures on Pinterest

 

ABOUT LEA BRONSEN

Lea Bronsen

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:

Website / Lea’s Crazy Nights Blog / Facebook profile / Facebook page / Twitter / Amazon

 

#NewRelease Spotlight: BLOWN, by Rose Wulf

Hello! Thank you for having me!

Today I’m here to talk about my brand-new release, Blown (Elemental 2)!

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Elemental Series, book 2
Paranormal romance
M/F

Blurb:

With enemies that can pull lightning from the sky, it’s probably a bad time to fall in love.

Air elemental Nate Hawke had it bad for his new renter, Madison Price. He should have been staying away, but then it was too late – her place of work was up in flames. So he planted himself at her side, vowing to stand between his enemies and the woman he was falling in love with, come what may.

Madison knew better than to have a thing for her sexy new landlord. She just couldn’t help herself. After her work burned to the ground, leaving her with the battle scars to prove it, she didn’t have much better to do than think about Nate Hawke. She just never imagined what he and his brothers were capable of – or what it might mean if she were to lose him.


Excerpt:

“This was an amazing idea, Nate. Thank you.” It was the truth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed herself as much.
Nate smiled, reaching over and brushing his fingertips lightly along the base of her throat as he leaned down and murmured, “You’re welcome.”
A shiver entirely unrelated to the breeze raced down her spine and Madison swallowed heavily. Her skin tingled beneath his feather-light touch as his warm breath fanned over her ear, and she doubted any woman would begrudge her such reflexes. She leaned back, into his touch, and shifted so that she could reach over and loosely grasp the collar of his shirt as she tugged him closer. He leaned in willingly, and this time when their lips met there was no hesitation. After a lingering moment, his tongue slipped out and trailed along her lower lip before sweeping into her mouth.
Her hand released his collar, sliding up his toned chest and curving around his shoulders until she could tangle it in his loose, dark hair. His hand tightened slightly over the nape of her neck, his fingers massaging the skin, as his other hand landed on her hip and hauled her up against his chest. His tongue slid along hers, more interested in the sensual dance than the exploration that awaited him, and Madison’s other hand lifted to curl into the side of his shirt. She hadn’t expected his kiss to awaken her senses quite so thoroughly, but she couldn’t deny that it had.
He rolled his tongue over hers one more time, letting the motion linger, before pulling away.
Madison dragged in a deep breath, her own hold on him relaxing, and she slowly offered him a small, appreciative smile.
He swallowed as he pulled his hands from her and asked, “So … ready to keep going?”
She nodded, taking a moment to find her own voice. “Can I borrow your phone? I want to take one more picture before we move on.” She also needed to catch her breath. She wanted to enjoy the environment as much as the man sharing it with her and, at the moment, her instincts were to focus mostly on enjoying him.
His lips twitched and he tugged the camera out of his pocket. “Sure.” He handed it over before adding, “I’ll just clean up while you’re doing that.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling again as she pushed to her feet.
Madison moved closer to the edge of the cliff, wanting a picture of the clearing from the other side, and secretly glad that she would get at least one shot with Nate in it. And maybe she’d take a shot of the rocky shore that was surely far beneath them, too. But before she did either, she decided, she was going to shed her jacket. She had cooled down for the moment, but she knew that what was left of the hike would keep her temperature high enough without the fabric. So she dropped the phone in her jeans pocket and shrugged out of the coat as her gaze glided across the surface of the water before her.
She was too distracted to register the shifting of the ground beneath her feet at first, and when she shifted her weight to tug her arm free of the remaining sleeve, it was too late. The ground beneath her seemed to give, sinking slightly, before cracking and crumbling away entirely. The surface of the cliff arched out over open air, and there simply wasn’t enough to support her weight.
For a moment, Madison’s eyes widened and her heart stopped as she felt herself begin to fall. And then an instinctive cry tore from her lips as she attempted to spin around and throw herself backwards. She succeeded only in losing what was left of her footing and finding herself in free fall.


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About Rose:
            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
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#NewRelease Spotlight: LEAVE ME BREATHLESS, by Elodie Parkes

Leave me Breathless
Erotic romance/Romantic erotica
Elodie Parkes
Evernight Publishing

 

Dishy Seth
Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters. 
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 
Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take
her to one of Seth’s parties.
Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy
advances. Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth? An erotic
romance with HEA to make your summer sizzle

 

Visiting today we have Seth Callahan from the new Evernight Publishing erotic romance release, Leave me Breathless.
 
Hi Seth, thanks for coming along to the blog today!
 
Hi, thank you for inviting me. I have to say it’s a little embarrassing seeing my story published, although it’s great too.
 
What’s embarrassing about it?
 
Well, without giving too much away, the way I fantasize about Rosanna before we really get together is unusual, I think…
 
Okay, so, Seth, tell us something about Rosanna, and why you fantasize about her.
 
She’s pretty, intelligent, she has her own business, designing wedding dresses, bridesmaids dresses and stuff. She’s sexy and strong. It took me ages to get her to live with me and agree to marry me… (smiles) that’s maybe a spoiler, I should be quiet. Why do I fantasize about her, well, I guess I fall for her right from the start, but mostly she turns me on … more than I’ve ever felt before.
 
What are the house parties, mysteriously referred to in the book blurb?
 
Well now, they’re parties where people can meet and have sex. I mean … not necessarily sex per se, but flirt, make out … there’s only one way to understand and that’s to read the story. (smiles)
 
A sex club, then? (He stares at me intently for a moment with his gorgeous blue eyes.)
 
Yeah I guess so. (Now he’s smiling again)
 
Okay let’s have some quick questions.
 
What’s your favorite, jeans, or a suit?
 
I wear suits and jeans. I don’t have a favorite because I have some cool suits for work and some great faded denims that I throw on when I’m not working. It took me a while to get those jeans
just the way I like them, ripped and faded. Rosanna especially likes the tear in the upper thigh part.
 
Do you ever go commando?
 
(He grins and his eyes twinkle) Er, yes, sometimes in my favorite jeans, the ones I just described.
 
Do you like making love with the lights off or on?
 
Both, either, it depends … Rosanna likes candlelight (He smiles)
 
Coffee or Cola?
 
Has to be coffee. Are you offering me a cup … I didn’t get breakfast …
 
In bed, toys or no toys? (Okay, he’s laughing now.)
 
The answer’s the same as lights on or off, both depending on the situation. I seriously need coffee now.
 
What can we expect to read when you fantasize about Rosanna?
 
Hell, that’s kinda personal, but sex and what I want to do to Rosanna, or with her, mostly. Let’s just say it’s hot as hell male fantasy stuff because by the time we do get together I’m desperate
for her. The story has a happy ever after, I mean—I love her.
 
Thank you for being here today. We’ll get some coffee now …
 
Thank you for inviting me. I hope you enjoy Rosanna and my love story.
 


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She molded her body to his, returning his kiss with so much hunger and passion, Seth moved
a hand along her back to cup her ass and ram his aching cock on her stomach. He kissed her toward one side of the room, and with each kiss, she moaned low, clinging to him, her arms pushed up around his neck. He picked her up and jammed her against the wall.
 
She lifted her legs to circle his hips. The hem of her dress rose and fell away on each
side of her hips in a slick of silk.
 
Seth pressed between her thighs. The warmth from her pussy penetrated his suit pants and
made his cock leak. He thrust his hips in long, slow, movements, plundering her mouth with his tongue. His heart pounded and he drifted in a haze of such desperate desire that he broke the stream of kisses to whisper against her lips. “Come with me to a private place. This is killing me. I need to fuck you. I have to fuck you. I want my tongue in your cunt and then my cock pounding
into you. I want you coming on me moaning. I want us fucking and coming over and over, until we can’t stand up.”
 
Rosanna pushed against his chest with her palms and slid her legs to the floor. She
slipped her arms around Seth’s waist and leaned her head against his chest. 
Her softly
voiced words tore into his lust-fogged mind. 
“I’ve made a mistake. I don’t think I can do this … not … not right now … when I’ve only just met you.”
 
Seth stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. His cock was painfully hard, and
disappointment washed his haze of lust away. 
“It’s okay, but just so you understand about this club. That’s what we do here in the house parties. We come here so that we can have sex without knowing each other.” He lifted her face tenderly with a hand under her jaw and kissed her softly. “Your friends should have told you that.”
 
He moved away from her gently so that she wouldn’t think he was angry. He turned and
walked away. Nothing had ever felt like the kisses he’d shared with Rosanna. He’d never experienced such intense desire. It wasn’t just the urgent need to fuck and come, but an overwhelming need to kiss every part of her body, to trail his fingers over every inch of her skin, please and tease her, love her until she knew she was loved. Seth sighed despondently at the nature of his desire. This was unexpected. He wove through the room full of people to the
front door.
 
©Elodie Parkes 2016,
Evernight Publishing
About Elodie:
I’m a writer
who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by
night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only
broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I
write.
Find Elodie online:

 

#NewRelease Spotlight: LOVE AND CHARITY, by Fiona Miers

Love and Charity, By Fiona Miers

A Contemporary Sexy Romance- Release date- 20th May 2016

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Blurb: In the city of Melbourne, Australia, Emily is working night and day as a solicitor. During the week she is a corporate lawyer, making enough money to pay off her own house, and her mother’s. After spending her whole life under the threat of losing her home and watching her mother survive a broken marriage, she is determined to never be in the same situation. On the weekends she donates her time at a charity- Ellen’s House, to help women in need to escape those same situations her mother was once in. She is determined to succeed and has time for only one love in her life, and that’s her work. 

Running his own Architecture business, Nathan Johnson lives to succeed. He set up Ellen’s House- his charity for women, after his mother dies of abuse at the hands of his father. Determined to never be anything like the man who raised him, he keeps his work at the fore front of his life, and his women as un-important as possible. He may not be able to make up for the sins of the past, but he is determined not to repeat them; and that means never letting his guard down again. 

They’re perfectly matched and yet they clash at every turn. A man with so many layers he’s not sure which personality is truly his, and a woman who’s heart is big enough to love all of him.

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Charity-Fiona-Miers-ebook/dp/B01DIYA8LA

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-and-charity-fiona-miers/1123724720?ean=2940152985917

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/love-and-charity

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-loveandcharity-2036713-149.html

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Fiona Miers has a super busy life, like most modern women, but always finds time for reading and writing romance. Her love affair with the romance genre started when she was only 11 years old, when her mother, and nana, handed her, her first mills and boon.
Since then she’s built her own business, become a mother to two beautiful little girls, and fallen in love with the most spectacular man on the planet. (JMHO)
Fiona writes MF contemporary and historical romance, writing more erotic stories under the pen name Tamsin Baker.
Thank you for reading this, and hopefully you’ll love reading about her characters as much as she loved creating them.

https://www.facebook.com/fiona.miersautho


fiona.miers@gmail.com

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Nathan smiled at her and placed the file next to the phone. He’d do more than sort that one out. He’d never work with that building company again.

Emily gave him a nod and began to back away. His belly clenched and his breath caught in his throat.

No. Stop!

Emily, we should talk about Saturday night.”

No.” She practically fired the word at him, then shook her head and stared at the ground, red highlighting her high cheekbones.

I mean about Eleanor’s House. I believe I may have over reacted to what you said to everyone.”

She stopped backing away and glanced up, her eyes bright and wary.

Something twisted deep in his chest. He swallowed hard.

No, I was wrong to push you, Nate. I know I was. Whatever happened… I take responsibility for.”

He shrugged and let his lips lift into a semblance of a smile. He was giving her an apology and an out, and she wasn’t taking it. He liked that.

Well, let’s forget about it and you can tell me more about your career aspirations over dinner.”

Oh. No Nate, we shouldn’t. I mean…”

He chuckled and stood up, rounding his desk and heading towards her. He didn’t stop when she gasped and jumped away from him, just kept moving forward, reaching out to shut the door and looked directly at her for the first time.

Oh, I’m Nate again, am I?”

She softly whacked him on the chest. “Stop it, you know what I mean.”

No, what do you mean?”

She glared at him, that fire that he so loved about her, returning. “I mean… we can’t go out for dinner again!”

Why not?”

Because you’re my client and it would be inappropriate.”

He heaved a sigh and stuck both hands into his trouser pockets. Those same excuses were not going to fly with him now. He’d tasted her lips, held her body through the best night’s sleep he’d had in decades and he missed her. He couldn’t continue like this.

#NewRelease Spotlight: HOLIDAY HOTTIE – The Cougar Journals Book 3, by Jewel Quinlan

The Cougar Journals Book 3

To get away from the pressures of work, Ava takes a last-minute cruise to the Greek islands by herself. But on the ship she runs into the coworker she despises the most, John Montgomery. Somehow he has a knack for driving her mad, and seeing him with his hot young date makes Ava feel even worse about herself. Meanwhile, sexy young steward Florian has been making passes at her, reminding her of how beautiful and alive she really is. Will Ava allow her loneliness to be chased away and desires fulfilled by a much younger man one more time?

 

Where You Can Buy It

Evernight Publishing | Amazon | Barnes and Noble | All Romance eBooks | iBooks

Or add it to your shelf on Goodreads

 

Excerpt:

“Something to drink, Miss?”

I looked up to see Florian smiling down at me. “Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? I thought you had the day off again.”

holidayhottie1m (1)He was wearing black shorts and a black t-shirt with the ship’s logo on it. The dark fabric made his own natural coloring stand out even more. He sat down on the edge of my lounger near my hip, seeming pleased I’d noticed his absence.

“Normally I would have the day off, but a friend of mine is sick and I’m covering his shift.” His eyes swept over my body as he spoke, and the glint of appreciation I saw in them made me feel good.

“Thanks again for your company yesterday,” I said in a low voice.

He smiled. “My pleasure.”

The tone of our simple words exchanged even more meaning between us. Having been single for so long I’d become a master of deciphering tone, and his was telling me he’d had the time of his life. He was so damn cute.

“So what can I get you? You look thirsty, and I wouldn’t be doing my job if I left you that way.” He was leaning toward me, his small round tray forgotten on the deck beside him.

I put an arm underneath my head and removed my sunglasses so I could make better eye contact. “What would you recommend?” My suggestive tone made his eyebrows rise and his cheeks dimple in pleasure.

Even though he was young and a member of the staff, I allowed myself to respond to his attentions. The pang of loneliness I felt at seeing John and Kim together reared its ugly head. What was wrong with getting a little attention? Why not have some fun on this trip? People flirted with each other all the time. And it was my turn to throw off my conservative chains and flex my sexy muscle.

He frowned as though deep in thought, considering the question. Then he exhaled and pointed at me. “You look like the kind of woman who enjoys not only fine wine but great gin as well. Our bartender makes a cocktail I think you would like. Not too sweet and just the right amount of tartness to it.” He said it the way car aficionados described legendary Porsches. I knew right away he was talking about himself.

He had it right on the nose. That was exactly my style. “I’ll give it a try.” My hand was on the chair next to his leg, and I fingered the bare, firm flesh of his thigh. I blamed my earlier glass of champagne for my loosened inhibitions. I sat forward and leaned in close to him. “Maybe the next time you’re off, we can hang out again.”

His eyes widened with pleasure. He opened his mouth to say something, but someone else cut in.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to see if I could order a couple of drinks.”

I turned my head to see John Montgomery standing behind my chair. From the amused look on his face, he’d heard everything I said. Mortification laced through me.

Florian jumped up. “Of course.”

John gave him his order, and Florian went to the bar. Then it was just John and me.

“Having fun, Ava?” He lifted a brow.

His eyes were hidden under the dark sunglasses he wore, but I got the meaning, the bastard. He was trying to embarrass me for flirting with Florian. I huffed at him and opened my magazine again, refusing to take the bait.

He tried again. “He’s a little young for you, isn’t he?”

“Hm. I think he’s the same age as Kim actually. If you don’t think that’s too young then I certainly don’t.” I allowed the sweet sound of disdain to roll off my lips, then I flipped over onto my stomach, excusing him.

He gave a soft chuckle. But he got the hint because he walked away.

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Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny.

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#CoverReveal POWER OF LOVE, by Anne Conley @anneconley10

Release date: May 25, 2016
Cover Design: Laura Hidalgo of Beyond DEF
Cover Model: Michael Joseph

SYNOPSIS

Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.
Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.
Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin.
Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.
They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?

 

 

UNEDITED excerpt:

“I wish I could watch him fix my house up all day.”
“Aren’t you married?” Kristie pointed out, to which Melanie only shrugged.
“Married.  Not dead.”
Vanessa blushed. “Yeah, he says he can fix it. It’s going to take a while though,” she hedged.
“Of course it will. You’re in the Evan’s place? He may need to rebuild it, that would take years,” Wren was grinning widely at her, and Vanessa had to admit the thought had crossed her mind.
“Yeah,” she repeated feeling a little stupid. “He’s certainly not hard to look at.”
Giggles and murmurs of ‘you get him girl’ echoed around her. “But doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” She remembered Cindy at the hardware store and the giggling in the background when she’d called.
Samantha wore a rare frown. “She’s temporary. You’re way better than she is.”
Okay, so there was a history here, and she was apparently the new piece of it. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Before she could wrap her head around it, the living room turned into chaos.
Wren’s wine glass flew out of her hand and spilled all over Kristie’s linen, issuing a shriek from the woman. “Dammit! Sam, can you get control of Addison? She does this shit every time I come over.”
Samantha was sheepish. “Sorry. She likes company.”
“Never at your house again.” Kristie rubbed frantically at her blouse, muttering very unladylike curses under her breath.
Vanessa was looking around for other people in the house, children maybe, she couldn’t see for some reason. Then she realized what she was doing. Looking for invisible kids. Nothing had touched Wren’s wine glass.
“Who is Addison?” She almost didn’t want to know the answer, especially after remembering the lotion incident.
“She’s my ghost,” Samantha said blithely as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
The words were spoken with so many undertones, Vanessa couldn’t comprehend them all at once. One, that it was obvious she had a ghost. Like a pet. Like everyone had one. Like it was normal. Vanessa took a sip of wine, trying not to jump to the conclusion her new friend was a few French fries short of a happy meal.
“Cool,” she said noncommittally, even though her mind raced with the events she’d felt at her own home. Walking around with cobwebs, cool hands… was that a ghost? No. No ghosts in her house. Her house was going to be an awesome home someday. She hadn’t signed up for ghosts.
Tiffany took a massive bite of sandwich and then spoke around her mouth full of food. “You probably have one too. They’re everywhere here.”
“What do you mean?” They were all nuts. But at least they seemed harmless. At least, that’s what people said until they pulled out the box of candles and live chickens. Her eyes darted around, looking for someplace to keep wildlife. It didn’t look like there was any place to store a sacrifice and she didn’t see a Ouija board anywhere…
“This town is built on some sort of fault line to the underworld,” Wren said. “The veil to the other side is thin in Mystic.” She shrugged, as if she hadn’t just spoken lines straight off a horror movie trailer. “You get used to it.”
Vanessa tried not to roll her eyes, even if this was a bunch of mumbo jumbo.
“Okay.” She hoped.
“I’ve got a ton of them at the museum. I think they come in with people’s stuff,” Kristie was trying to get the wine stain out of her pants. “But mine are way better behaved than Addison. Jesus. That girl will be the death of me.”
Vanessa took it all in stride, or at least she tried to. A haunted town? Not wanting her new friends to think she wasn’t a team player, she asked, “So, does every place have one?”
Melanie shrugged. “Yeah. Most of them, anyway. It takes a while with new places for them to imprint themselves.” Damn. She’d had high hopes for Melanie being the sane one—the voice of reason in the madness.
“So, what do they do? Mess with electrical stuff? Make people crawl on ceilings?” An uncomfortable laugh erupted from Vanessa, and she tried to hide it with stuffing a piece of cheesecake in her mouth.
“No, not really.” Kristie was still patting at her stain. “They just hang around. You can tell they’re there by the way they smell, sometimes they touch you and stuff. But Addison is a damn poltergeist, and she’s a total bitch.”
“So, they’re not out to get you or anything?” She was trying. Really.
“Hell no! I love mine,” Wren replied.
“Mine came with me when I moved here,” Tiffany offered. “He wasn’t around when I lived in Dallas, but when I moved here, he must have done what Kristie said, and come with my stuff, because something here makes him stay.” Her voice was funny, but Vanessa didn’t pry. It sounded like she had known her ghost in real life, and talking about it made her want to cry.
“The Pint has an old saloon girl. She pinches the guys’ butts and such. She likes to push couples together,” Sam was getting into it, her voice taking on a sing-songy quality, like any great story-teller. “The story goes, she was in love with the Sherriff, but he wouldn’t have her, since she was a lady of the night, and she hung herself.”
“Are they all attached to horrific stories?” Vanessa didn’t want to think about something awful happening in her home. She was still desperately trying to think of it in those terms, even though it didn’t look homey at all.
“No. Most of them are just old, dead people. That’s what mine is. I named her Kitty. I have no idea where she came from, but she’s there now. Smells like White Shoulders.” Kristie giggled like a kid, apparently having gotten over her anger at Addison.
Vanessa’s mind spun, wondering if she had a ghost, or if these women were total nut cases. Dear god. All her new friends were Looney Tunes.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently, shehas four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

 

#NewRelease Spotlight: HEART’S PROTECTOR by Erzabet Bishop

 
 
 
 
New Release! Available May 1st!
#shifterhotties
#gargoyles
#spanking
#menage
#Medusagirl
Blurb:
Two gargoyles and a woman who needs them…
Medina Argos is a woman on the run from her present and her past. One of three sisters in an international art theft ring, she flees when a routine art heist goes too far. But this curvy girl is about to learn that some hearts beat to a different drum and the road to love is sometimes the less traveled one, even for a woman with secrets.
Thomas Sauveterre is a renowned art restoration specialist. Nothing is more important to him than his daughter, Gabrielle. When he takes on the largest project of his career, he also gains a security officer in the bargain. But love can be hiding in the most surprising places if he can only open his heart to find it.
Grayson Maberry is a man on the brink. Charged with protecting property and guarding the family he’s currently assigned, he is torn by duty and a love that may never be. But a true guardian will wait forever and this gargoyle may have just met his match. Twice.
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Excerpt:
“Oh my God. Will you just shut up?” Medina Argos growled under her breath as the snakes beneath her skin hissed and whispered. It was the same word, over and over again and she was about to lose her damned mind.
Pretties…
Yes. Pretties. She needed to find a new pretty or her sisters were going to have her head on a spit—and that was before breakfast. She massaged her temples and willed the pounding in her head to freaking stop. The print of the newspaper spread across the table swam like ants in front of her eyes. She lowered her lids, blocking out the bright daylight streaming in through the blinds. Her snakes loved the light but she on the other hand wished it would cloud up and rain like hell. Then at least the migraine would stop. Just another thing for them to disagree about.
The gallery exhibits laid out in the entertainment section tugged at her consciousness but nothing really rang true. Maybe it was the headache.
Pretties…
“Ugh.” She reached for her coffee and took a large gulp.
The full moon was right around the corner and her snakes were at it hard today. Their voices were a snarl of murmurs that were ever so slowly driving her insane. And they really needed another thing to focus on. Like maybe where she could go to find a good brownie. Or some chocolate chip pancakes. But all they wanted to whisper about was the one thing she couldn’t get them to agree on—their next mark.
“Would you hurry up, already?” She mumbled, poking her stylus into her hair. They hadn’t popped out for a visit yet today, but if this headache kept up, goddess only knew. Temperamental at best, her girls were moody man-hating bitches most days and that was saying something.
So she talked to her hair. Most shifters she knew had the same dual natured problems she did, only they weren’t stuck having snakes for hair and an ass that turned into a giant snake rear end. Well, to be fair, her legs sort of turned into the back end of a giant snake, but it was all semantics. On most people’s scale of sexy, snakes weren’t high up on the list. Hell, they probably weren’t even on the list, but when you’re smote by a goddess, it isn’t like you have much say in the matter.
Other people she’d come across in her travels had at least been wolf shifters or even cats. She, on the other hand, was afflicted with a mythological curse that left her hissing at the moon instead of howling at it. One of the snakes wiggled in her hair and she absentmindedly poked at it with her stylus.
“Not yet. Go back to sleep.”
There went the coolness thing again.
The snakes hissed at her in censure and she sighed. She reached for her cup of coffee and took another sip. The hot black liquid slid over her tongue, cinnamon and earthy. The morning had come too soon. Nightmares woke her in the middle of the night, shaking and sweating, just like clockwork. Her throat closed up like it did when the bastard in her nightmare closed his hand around her neck, cutting off her air, his eyes narrowed into slits filled with rage filled spite.
Favored by the goddess…You’ll be crawling by the time I’m done with you.
And she had been.

 

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Snow, Heart’s Protector, Red Hot, Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Malediction (upcoming), Burning for You (upcoming), Burning Midnight (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has been nominated for the Golden Flogger Award for Crave and the full figured Ménage Award for Spirit Board in 2016. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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#ReRelease Spotlight: THE RIGHT THING, by Allyson Young

The Right Thing by Allyson Young

 

 

Release date: April 9, 2016

The Right Thing was previously released in March 2013.

Blurb:

Michael found his perfect submissive in McKenzie and has reveled in training her. She is the faultless masochist to his sadist yet Michael refuses to accept he has also fallen in love with her. He is terrified to give her his heart and makes every attempt to drive her away. When Michael threatens a course that will destroy them both, ’Kenzie accepts defeat and leaves, choosing to save him from himself. This time her deep and abiding love dictates she must lead in order to serve. Michael desperately searches for her, knowing she has nowhere to go, no one to turn to—he has come to his senses too late. Fate intervenes and he is granted another chance to proclaim what he now admits: he loves McKenzie more than life itself. All it takes is a promise to restore her trust and Michael does the right thing.

Excerpt:

He had no memory of crossing the room or of taking his cousin by the shoulders and shaking Jenifer until her up do came down. The impact of the stiletto on his toes brought his attention back in short order.

“Where?”
He didn’t recognize his voice. His one word question erupted from somewhere in the middle of his chest or a little lower, and was painfully quiet, if chock full of some kind of emotion he didn’t stop to analyze.

Jenifer actually stepped back a pace and regarded him with what looked a little like consternation. This was clearly a big learning curve for both of them.

“I’ll take you. I have no idea of the address but Gerald will drive us. I slipped out before McKenzie noticed me so she wouldn’t run again.”

He didn’t want to go with Jenifer. He wanted to go by himself and make a careful plan. But maybe this was better. He wouldn’t get too crazy if Jenifer was with him, and McKenzie might feel reassured if she saw his cousin too. He would sweep his woman up in his arms like the Prince did with Cinderella and bring her back home. That was the real royal equation. Jenifer would pat McKenzie’s hand or something and tell her it was for the best.

He was suddenly adrift on hope and, with what he hoped would be to his everlasting credit, his cock took a backseat to his heart. Nodding, he followed his cousin out of the apartment without any regard for his appearance, clambering into the limo. Gerald pulled out into traffic and despite Michael’s raving hurry, got them there in a remarkably short period of time. McKenzie was hiding in plain sight, maybe right from the day he drove her out. His heart pounded so hard he was certain the windows were vibrating in concert with the thumping and it hurt to take in a full breath. His sub was alive and he would go in and find her there and she would run to him and apologize for worrying him and he would take her home and punish her and propose to her and it would all turn out.

He blew through the door with Jenifer hard on his heels and the fantasy went to shit.

He saw her immediately. McKenzie raised her head in response to the weight of his stare, not, he was certain, as a result of the little tinkling bell over the door. He never wanted to see that look again, although knew he’d see it in his sleep for decades to come, a poignant reminder whenever he fucked up.

The blood drained from his woman’s face and even her lips looked colorless. Eyes resembling nothing less than starburst sapphires shone above the dark circles etching the fine skin beneath them, dominating her sweet face. She looked absolutely exhausted, thin, totally beautiful and horrified and his sadist didn’t respond an iota, not even when her expression turned to abject terror. Her small hands came away from the heavy iron she’d been pushing along some fabric to lift in front of her, as if to ward off evil.

Sweet lips parted and even with the cacophony of sounds in the shop he swore he could hear McKenzie suck in a gulp of air with the intensity of being administered last rites. She began to back away, body trembling, even hidden from view as it was beneath some kind of white smock.

A little Chinese woman shrieked something, breaking the spell, diving for the iron beginning to smoke against the material it rested on. The grey, curling vapor added to the bizarre affect and Michael wondered if the sprinkler system would engage and cast a further pall over the whole scenario.

The woman waved her hands frantically and distracted him for a moment. When he looked again at McKenzie she was clutching the circular rack from which all kinds of clothing hung, and he could see her white knuckles even from his position on the other side of the counter.

Pushing through the opening by the cash register, he slowly approached his terrified sub, never breaking eye contact, broken but gentle words falling from his mouth, trying to reassure McKenzie so she wouldn’t run, to ease the look on her face.

A large woman stepped between them, followed by a man a quarter of her size, presumably the other half of the woman now brandishing the iron, and Michael halted. He felt like a predator denied its prey, though a gentle, loving predator.

“McKenzie. Please.” He didn’t think he had ever pleaded with her before but would crawl through broken glass, through fire if need be. “I’d like to talk to you.”

“This the guy who fucked you up, Kenzie?” The female wrestler tossed the question over a broad shoulder in McKenzie’s direction, no doubt wanting to toss him out the door on his ass.

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

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