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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sinful Rewards by Cynthia Sax Blitz

Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.

But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.

Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?

Excerpt:
“You’re a good girl intent on doing the right thing,” Nicolas mocks, his tone implying that the opposite is true. “That deserves a reward, doesn’t it?” This question is also slathered with sarcasm.

He’s angry with me and I don’t know why. My discomfort increases.

“I returned a lost phone.” I slide closer to the door, seeking to put more distance between us. “I don’t need a reward.”

“But you want a reward.” Nicolas’ eyes gleam. “A new purse, perhaps?” He waves his long slender fingers at my purse. “I can give you that.” His gaze drops. “Or would you like new shoes?”

I frown down at my feet. What’s wrong with my shoes?

“Perhaps you’d prefer to have use of my limo and driver,” Nicolas continues, his voice cold and businesslike. “I’m wealthy, Miss Carter. What do you want?”

If he offered me a reward with genuine gratitude, I might allow him to buy me a new purse, but he isn’t happy about making this offer.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what I want.” I cross my arms in front of me, fed up with his bullshit. “The next time someone does something nice for you, I want you to say thank you.”

Nicolas blinks, his eyelashes obscenely thick and long. “Is that all?” His voice is edged with irony.

“No, that isn’t all.” My rage boils over, fed by guilt and disappointment and betrayal. I gave him my loyalty. He should deserve it. Damn it. “Introduce yourself when you call that someone. Ask her when it is convenient to meet with you.” 

Nicolas’ eyes widen. He’s shocked I’m talking to him this way. Well, he should brace himself. I’m not done with him yet. 

“Don’t make her wait on a street corner as though she’s a two-bit hooker. Pick her up at her workplace.” I glare at him, wondering how I ever found him attractive.

Nicolas smiles and the mystery is solved. The man is drop dead gorgeous. “I was kind of a jerk, wasn’t I?” he admits sheepishly.

“No, you weren’t kind of a jerk.” I won’t let him off that easily. “You were a complete asshole.”

Nicolas stares at me. I meet his gaze squarely, not hiding any of my irritation. His lips twitch. Is he laughing at me? I narrow my eyes even more and his shoulders shake. My fists clench, the temptation to jab him in the eyeballs compounding by the second. 

Nicolas throws his head back and barks with laughter, breaking our silent standoff. “He’s right.” His eyes sparkle with mirth. “You’re priceless.”

I don’t know who he is and I don’t ask. I doubt I’ll like the answer. 

Now that Nicolas is no longer in such a pissy mood, his good looks improve even more, the skin around his eyes crinkling, his lips curling upward. “Let’s try this again.” He leans forward and I breathe deeply, filling my nostrils with his expensive cologne. “Hello. I’m Nicolas Rainer.” He holds out his hand. 

I glide my palm against his and his fingers wrap around mine. His grip is solid and sure, an embrace a woman can rely on. This, at least, is as I expected. 

“Thank you for retrieving my phone,” he murmurs. “I appreciate it.”

“I would have done that for anyone, Mr. Rainer.” I eye him warily, not trusting his sudden amiability. “Clearly,” I mutter under my breath.

His eyes glow. He heard me. “Call me Nicolas, please.” He releases my hand. “I’m…” He shifts in his seat, appearing uncomfortable. “I’m not accustomed to people doing nice things for me without wanting something in return.”

This heartbreaking confession deflates all of my anger and bolsters my battered opinion of him. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Red streaks across his cheeks. “It doesn’t excuse my actions.” Nicolas meets my gaze, holding it. “I’m sorry.” Sincerity reflects in his eyes. “If I ever act like that again, tell me.”

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20705741-sinful-rewards-1

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AUTHOR BIO:
Cynthia Sax's stories have been featured in Star Magazine and on Real Time With Bill Maher. She lives in a world where demons aren't all bad, angels aren't all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, "I love you," they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax's characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.

She loves writing fated to mate romances because this is her personal experience with love. She fell in love with my dear wonderful hubby at first sight and 20 years later, they're still very much in love. This is what she wishes for her characters and  for her readers.

Author links:
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http://cynthiasax.com/
https://twitter.com/CynthiaSax
https://www.facebook.com/cynthia.sax

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Her Highland Hero by Terry Spear

Immediate Release
Her Highland Hero (The Highlanders, Book 6)

Lady Isobel is a Norman laird’s daughter, living near the Scots border where her father, Lord Pembroke, is trying to keep the peace. But her mother was a Highlander and the man Isobel loves most of all is Laird Marcus McEwan, who has been bringing news of her mother’s people for years. But now Isobel’s father wishes her wed to an English nobleman, who will carry on his title. Isobel will wed no other man but her heart’s desire—and that is one braw Highlander from her mother’s homeland.

Laird Marcus McEwan has loved the feisty lass forever. For years, Marcus has tried to convince Lord Pembroke to allow him to wed his daughter. But the Norman lord will not allow it. Then ambushes and murders make it too dangerous for Marcus to reach a peaceful resolution.

Nothing goes as planned and keeping the lass for his own is fraught with danger, as they try to determine who was behind the killings. Isobel and Marcus will do everything in their power to ensure they are together as they have always vowed they would be.

Excerpt: 

Marcus saw the abrupt change in Isobel's expression from delighted at seeing him to upset with him, but he didn't know what the matter was. He'd come to see her, hadn't he?
He looked to his cousins for counsel. Both shook their heads and shrugged as they turned their horses and chased after the lass.

Pembroke's knights kept their distance and so did Mary and Jane, to Marcus's relief. He was certain, despite her da saying no to his marrying Isobel, he'd given the order to allow him to speak with her in private as much as it could be so.

Rob said, "She is a woman. What more can I say?"

Marcus let out a frustrated breath. With any other woman, he knew just how to handle the situation. Kiss her sweetly and make her forget her annoyance. With Isobel, he couldn't dally with her in the same way. She had been raised as a Norman earl's daughter, was a lady, inexperienced in the ways of men, and her da would have his head if Marcus laid a hand on her. Not to mention, he loved her.
He wasn't afraid of the earl, but he wouldn't ruin Isobel's reputation no matter how much he wanted to kiss her, love her, and make her his wife.

God's knees, he'd already asked for her hand in marriage. Four times this year already! But her da wouldn't permit it.

Her mother's invitations had come for years, soliciting his attendance at the social activities they had given for their daughter, and then when she'd died, Isobel's da had continued to invite him at his wife's dying request. Marcus had danced with Isobel, though it had killed him not to hold her like he'd wanted to, or dance with her more than once, or watch the Englishmen dancing with her when he had wanted to…exclusively.

He was glad when she'd slip away to be with him, even though Mary, her maid, had kept a watchful eye. He loved how Isobel had treated him like he was someone special, and greeted him first before the other guests arrived. Which was the reason he always came so early.

So he couldn't fathom what the matter was this time.

Isobel reached the loch and slipped off her horse, tethered her to a birch, then hurried to the water's edge. Marcus and his cousins joined her just as she crouched, dipped her hands into the water, and splashed her face, her back to them.

"Isobel," he said, gently, handing his reins to Rob, then joining her at the loch's shore. His cousins stood nearby watching. He wished he could be alone with her, and he could kiss her like he wanted.

She rose, her head tilted back a wee bit, which meant she'd raised her chin, and her back stiffened with his approach.

"What ails you, lass?" he asked.

"I came here to be alone," she said curtly.

He glanced back at his cousins. They both raised their brows at him, Rob motioning for him to pursue the issue.

"Isobel…"

"Go. Go," she said brightly, flicking her hand in his direction, her back still to him, refusing to look at him. "I wish to be alone," she repeated.

He knew it wasn't so. Not when he'd seen how eager she was to see him. Not when he knew she'd come out just to greet him.

He drew close, smelled the fragrance of lavender and the hint of woman, felt the heat of her skin. Craved taking her into his arms and kissing her.

"What is the matter?" he asked, quietly.

When she didn't answer, he touched her shoulder, but she quickly pulled away.

He frowned. "Isobel." He grasped her arm and pulled her around so he could speak to her face to face, to see her expression and learn what was troubling her. Tears glistened in her eyes. He felt as though a fist had struck him in the belly. He dragged her into his embrace, crushing her, holding her, not letting go, and even ignoring how her da's knights would react.

Her arms went around his waist, and he knew then he'd upset her somehow. "What is wrong?"

She didn't say, or couldn't. Rob was right. Figuring out what a woman wanted was nigh to impossible. Still holding her tight against him, Marcus lifted her chin. "Tell me."

Her eyes were so incredibly blue, her dark brown hair falling over her shoulders in a cascade of silken curls, her mouth full and moist and wanting.

He kissed her, like he'd vowed never to do.

Reviews:
"HER HIGHLAND HERO is exactly the kind of highlander book fans have come to expect from Terry Spear — full of heart- stopping action, sexy good guys, and strong women." Miranda Owen, Fresh Fiction
"With non-stop action, thrilling suspense, danger, a beautiful setting, well-drawn characters, this story will keep readers guessing right up to the very satisfying ending." Dottie, Romance Junkies
Her Highland Hero: "I fell in love with Isobel and Marcus because she was one determined woman, and he was one very receptive Highlander. This spirited lass would wed no other Highlander, no matter the danger or obstacles. A very vivid Highland Romance that makes you want more from Terry Spear."~~Maria McIntyre

About the Author:

Bestselling and award-winning author Terry Spear has written over fifty paranormal romance novels and four medieval Highland historical romances. Her first werewolf romance, Heart of the Wolf, was named a 2008 Publishers Weekly's Best Book of the Year, and her subsequent titles have garnered high praise and hit the USA Today bestseller list. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry lives in Crawford, Texas, where she is working on her next werewolf romance, continuing her new series about shapeshifting jaguars, loving to share her hot Highlanders, and having fun with her young adult novels. For more information, please visit www.terryspear.com, or follow her on Twitter, @TerrySpear. She is also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/TerrySpearParanormalRomantics.  And on Wordpress at:
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http://terryspear.wordpress.com/

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Scandalous Heroes by Sienna Mynx

Scandalous Heroes Boxed Set by Sienna Mynx, Yvette Hines, Bridget Midway, Aliyah Burke, Pepper Pace, Tiana Laveen, Erosa Knowles, Serenity King, Latrivia Nelson:
SCANDALOUS HEROES COLLECTION GIVES READER THE KIND OF BAD BOYS WOMEN LOVE—ALPHAS, SHIFTERS, DOMS, BILLIONAIRES, BLUE COLLAR HUNKS AND URBAN HEROES. FEATURING 9 BEST SELLING AUTHORS OF SENSUAL ROMANCE. This collection includes best sellers of USA Today and Amazon Top 100 Authors whose stories reflection the diversity of romance such as contemporary, mafia drama, urban lit BDSM to paranormal and sci-fi. These authors have taken the time to pen new full length and original stories for the readers only found in this collection for a limited time.

LADIES COME GET YOUR MEN! 18+

RALLENTI ~ Sienna Mynx (Amazon Bestseller)
“One word. You must learn it, before we begin,” he traced his finger now across the outline of her lip. “Say it with me. Rallenti.” – Renaldo Cracchiolo

The year is 1993. Life as an enforcer for one of the most notorious crime bosses in Italy isn’t easy. Renaldo Cracchiolo is a Sicilian who takes pride in the oaths of omerta to honor and obey the wishes of his Don. It’s the reason why he was chosen to cross the Atlantic to New York City. However, the woman he meets and the time they share changes his heart and destiny.

Excerpt:
Her breathing went shallow, chopped down after each upward thrust. Oh how she could see herself in love with this big, powerful man. He dwarfed her in everything. Including sex. Her legs could barely wrap around his waist and her ankles could barely reach to connect. Inside of her every ridge of his veined dick was felt deeply. Her tender walls were rubbed with relentless friction. His in and out motion made the sheathed sensation tenfold. Her head smacked against the wall and her mouth stretched with a silent cry for mercy. Her vocal chords couldn’t summon the sound.

It was too much. The safe word? What was it? She couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to remember.

Too powerful.

The orgasm built in her from the sheer overwhelming takedown of all her defences. Tears leaked from her eyes and she held tighter to him. Renaldo kept grooving, he kept loving her, kept showering her face and neck with kisses that each meant something. He made a promise to her body and soul. 
At the height of her climax she gave a strangled scream of release with her nails anchored deep enough to draw blood from his skin.

Scalding spurts of his essence jetted up into her in a continual stream. Gradually she came back to her senses. She dropped her face on his shoulder and shuddered. He grunted and shook, continuing to explode deep inside of her.

“I think I’m in love,” she joked.

He stiffened. She felt his entire body go stiff. Kyra lifted her head and he looked her in the eye. With him pinned inside of her the words had meaning she didn’t intend. She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it literally. I was… it felt nice,” she smiled.

He kissed her. “I understand, Cara,” he said and slowly released her. “Love from a woman like you has to be earned. As it should be.”

She didn’t know if he was discouraged or disinterested. But the words he spoke were so poetic she could say nothing in return. Renaldo rarely showed her any emotion other than the times his defences were down during sex. What was his life like? Day to day was her hired gun, the soldier to a Mafia boss, as attentive and caring with others as he was with her?


SEIGED BY RYM ~ Yvette Hines (USA Today Bestseller)
They picked the wrong warrior cat to abduct. Rym never liked being ordered about so when he discovers his freedom is weighed against his agreement to breed with Krysteena, he practically purrs at the chance to prove to the beauty who’s truly in charge and escape.

Excerpt: 
Before they took their next breath they were once again in the throne room of Argona in their normal form. Krysteena was overjoyed to finally be rid of the fur that had covered her body for a year. As if time had not moved, her mother sat regally on the throne, Krysteena stood beside her and Rymingten was on his feet before the queen. The council members were seated at a long table on the side of the room observing.

She’d almost forgotten how handsome and virile he was in the flesh. His short dark-golden colored hair, so different in length and texture from hers, made her fingers itch to touch it. He now wore the open shirt and trousers of his planet and seeing the way the material clung to his great height and the multitude of muscles covering his body made her feel feminine in a way she’d never experienced before. It was similar to the deep ache in her core that she had felt while they were in house cat form. 
But greater. That desire that had throbbed through her body and the scent she emitted had been manifested by her mother to taunt Rymingten, it hadn’t been real. However, what was happening to her body now was very real.

It wasn’t only sexual attraction; as an Argonian sexuality was common for them, something they learned to embrace at a young age. On her planet there may not have been males for them to join and breed with, but they did have sex dens with males from different, lesser planets. Non-warrior men. What she was experiencing was something else, something more intense and unfamiliar. It was so powerful she feared it, but as an Argonian female she was taught to fear nothing.

“What say you, Kitcy warrior? I offer you the blessing of joining with my eldest daughter. Live with her in her dwelling and breed with her. Submit yourself to my rule. Her authority.”

Unlike before, when Rymingten’s response was quick and negative, he took his time to glance away from the queen to Krysteena. Those bronze eyes of his locked on her, eyes she’d become used to staring into during their banishment.

She wished her power allowed her to mind read, see what it was that he was thinking, but it didn’t. So, she waited with the queen and the other council members staring at the scene before them. They were most likely wondering how it would play out this time.

“What is your desire, Krys?” Rymingten asked.

My desire? Krysteena wasn’t sure how to respond to that question. This could truly be her out. She could tell her mother that after spending a year with this warrior she had no desire to be with him through galaxy eternity. That she would prefer another be found that was more to her liking. However, as she stared into those majestic eyes, she couldn’t get her mouth to open and make the request to have him banished or sent back to his own planet.

“I am the one making the request here, Kitcy male.” Queen Eyleen leaned forward and shot Rymingten with a piercing look.

Seeming unfazed, Krysteena watched as his gaze slowly left hers and was set on her mother.

“My pardon, Queen Eyleen. Please do not take any disrespect. However, it’s possible your daughter may not be willing to join herself to me. If this is the case I do not believe it is important whether or not I give my consent if she does not wish for the situation to be made between us.”

Not waiting for her mother’s response to his small speech, he once again stared at her.

His gaze was too intense. The heat radiating from the unwavering look he gave her had heat spreading through her breasts and making her nipples draw tight against the standard soft material of her chiton. Tightening her hands at her back, she stifled the urge to place a protective globe around herself to ward off the effect of his gaze. However, she wasn’t even sure it would work in such a manner.  

“You may be correct in your assessment. What say you, offspring of my womb? Have this warrior or should I send him to the labor board for work?”

Krysteena knew the custom of her planet that captured males who refused to submit to a joining usually were sent to the harvesting fields to work, but for some reason she couldn’t see such a life for Rymingten. She wanted to harden her heart against the imposing male, but something she truly didn’t comprehend hindered her. Was it possible that the Kitcy people were some kind of emotional sorcerers?

“We wait?”

“What shall you have for my life, Krys…joined to you or the fields?” His gaze may have been intense, but, she noted the small arching of his brow.

Is he funning me? Did he see this all as a joke? Perhaps even now after experiencing the queen’s power he was plotting a way of escape? Hm, he would learn soon if this was his scheme that it was not possible. The boundary of protection around their planet was put there by using all of the Argona females’ powers, it was unbreachable. Impossible for anyone to travel out of it or in it without an inhabitant’s presence aboard a vessel.

However, that wasn’t the situation or an issue at present—her answer was.
“I will join with him. Now your fate lies in your own hands Kitcy warrior…what say you?”

Krysteena was sure if he rejected her mother again, the queen would end his existence. Even if her mother appeared to offer him a choice of labor…she knew what the queen most likely suspected—this warrior would be too much of a risk. He had enough stubbornness and determination that he could incite an uprising with the other males there. So, the best would be for Queen Eyleen to turn him into galaxy dust and release his soul to the gods.

That outcome would sadden her. Even as she tried to imagine what life would be like with him if he agreed.

“Queen Eyleen, I would be honored to join with your daughter Krysteena.”

Unsure of how she felt, or how to respond, Krysteena simply gave a quick nod.


RAW EXPOSURE ~ Aliyah Burke (USA Today Bestseller)
A wealthy playboy and a down-to-earth freelance photographer, will they ever see eye to eye?
Reeve Leighton has just met the one woman who isn’t the least bit impressed by his money. Affrica O’Shea can’t ignore how he turns her head but she has no use for a man who lives like he does. Reeve is used to getting what he wants. He wants her and not even her Navy SEAL brother—or his—will keep them apart.

Excerpt: 
Left alone, Reeve scowled at the retreating forms of the trio of men bound together in ways that he and his brother could never be, nor had they ever been. He had always envied his brothers; caught in the middle, Reeve wasn’t special in his mind.

Not the baby like Godric. Nor was he the firstborn, the heir to the Leighton legacy, as Scott was.

Then, there was the fact Godric owned a business, had since he was twenty-four. That was six years ago, and his country club was one of the most prestigious around.

In addition, the firstborn had to go and join the military. Become one of the best. Reeve was proud of his brother, but there were times he missed the closeness they used to share, back before Scott left for Annapolis and a career in the US Navy. The closeness Scott, or Harrier, now shared with the other members of his Team had once been between Reeve and his brother.

Therefore, Reeve was the playboy of the family. Parties, fast cars, and faster women. That seemed to be his motto. For a brief time, he’d sobered up a bit after a scare of being a father with Marisol, but after that got cleared up, he had gone right back to his familiar lifestyle.

He knew Scott didn’t approve of how Reeve was “wasting” his life, but ever since he had seen the way Scott looked at Alexis that first night he met her, Reeve felt something was missing from his own. And no matter how hard he partied, it was still there, mocking him. Daring him to confront it. So he ran hard and partied even harder.

Flipping his car keys in his hand, he opened the door to the house that had become the permanent home of his brother and sister-in-law and walked out into the comfortable autumn afternoon. His gaze immediately honed in on the woman who was talking with a taxi driver as the man put her bags in the trunk.

As she tossed her head, her gaze turned back to the house, and a glower settled over her features.

“Let me explain,” Reeve said as he realized his feet were heading him in her direction.

The driver got into the vehicle, and Affrica leaned against the cab, one arm over the open back door. 

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“I want to apologize for—”

“For assuming I was stealing something?” Affrica butted in.

“Well, I didn’t know who you were.”

Her brown eyes made him want to jump in and see where they took him. It looked like she had flecks of dark gold in them, when he peered nearer. Moreover, he wanted to peer as closely as he could.

“I didn’t know who you were either, but I didn’t make the wrong assumption.” Her gaze raked over his body. “I was right on the money about you.”

“Meaning?” Reeve stepped closer, dwarfing her body with his larger, much stronger one.

“I figured you were a rich, arrogant asshole.” A smirk filled her face. “I was right.”
Reeve lowered his face to hers and inhaled her subtle fragrance. “You forgot something,” he mumbled, using the voice he knew women thought of as a sexy baritone.

“What’s that?”

“How incredibly handsome I am.” He moved two lean fingers to twirl around a thick curl. He couldn’t believe how soft her hair was. Reeve wanted to bury his hands into the hair on the sides of her head and see if she tasted as sweet as he believed she would.

A decidedly less-than-feminine snort escaped Affrica. Leaning in, her fingers trailed over the edge of his silvery shirt, just tantalizing his skin as her lips moved within millimeters of his own. “I see handsome men all the time, and trust me…I dinna forget it. I dinna think it worth mentionin’.”

She stepped away from him and into her waiting cab.


VASILY’S REVENGE ~ Latrivia Nelson (Amazon Bestseller)
Vasily’s Revenge Synopsis Vasily Kavlov is head of security for the most feared and revered Russian mafia organization in the free world, The Medlov Crime Family. A quiet henchmen with no family, no love life and unyielding loyalty to his bosses, the thirties something bad boy is all work and no play. However, his past quickly comes back to haunt him, when the woman he nearly gave his life for ten years ago is threatened once again by an old enemy. Going to Lilly Rasputin’s aid won’t just be a journey down memory lane, it’s also a jolt to the system when he learns that he’s the father to her child.

Will changing everything in his life, give him new lust for it? And can he trust a woman who was the cause of his near death before?

Excerpt: 
Lilly bounced off the side of the bed and grabbed her clothes from off the floor. “Yes, honey. I’ll be out in a minute,” she called out in the sweetest tone that she could manage. Dressing as fast as she could, she whispered to Vasily, “How am I going to explain this?”
  
“Tell him the truth,” Vasily asked, slipping on his gym shorts.
  
“Which part? That you’re his father or that we’re seeing each other?” She let the words slip out of her mouth before she had time to craft them.

  “Wait. We’re seeing each other?” he asked, slipping a white cotton t-shirt. He closed the dresser drawer and looked back at her for a response.

  The question stunned Lilly. Mouth flying wide open, she swallowed down a caught breath. Fearing she would stutter if she spoke, she said nothing at all.

  Vasily couldn’t help but smile. Casually, he walked over to her and kissed her on the crown of the head. “What’s the matter? You don’t know when I’m joking?”

  She had to literally hide her exhalation. “No,” she said, blinking hard. “I don’t know when you’re joking. You’ve never joked. Not since the day that I met you.”

  “I joke from time to time,” he said with a shrug.

  “What? Like once a decade you crack a joke?” she asked with a faux-frown on her face.

  “I’m a funny man. People think I have a wonderful sense of humor,” he defended.

  “What people? Do you joke with them right before you shoot them so there are no witnesses?”
  Even he had to laugh at that.

  He walked over to the door and waited for her to make sure that she was fully dressed before she opened it.

  “Well, there was this one guy,” he said with a wink. Seeing that she was as ready as she would be, he opened the door and looked down at his son, who was waiting patiently. “You’re up early,” Vasily said, motioning for him to come in.

  “I’ve got plans with Anya,” he said as he strode in. He looked around suspiciously. “Mom, did you spend the night in here?”

  Lilly sat on the end of the bed. “Um… ” she looked over at Vasily. “Mommy, stayed up all night talking to Vasily,” she lied. “We talked in here so that we wouldn’t wake you.”

  Dylan didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the idea. He did, however, correct her. “Vasily said that I shouldn’t call you Mommy anymore, just Mom. He said that big boys don’t use that word. And I’m a big boy,” Dylan explained, trying to seem as mature as his 70 lbs. would allow him to be.

  Vasily smirked.

  “Really?” she frowned. “Well, I’m sort of partial to Mommy.”

  He turned to his father. “What now? She likes Mommy.”

  Despite the small confrontation going on, Lilly couldn’t help but stop and admire the two standing in front of her. Dylan looked so much like Vasily. Their stances gave them away. Both of them crossed their arms across their chests when they talked, and they both made the same facial expressions though they had not been around each other at all. Plus, more and more, she could see the connection happening between Vasily and Dylan all on its own. She didn’t have to push it. It was just happening naturally.

  After work, Vasily always found his way to where Dylan was so that he could talk to him. They had hour-long conversations about nothing. It seemed that Vasily was trying to soak up as much as he could learn from his son, and she didn’t blame him. It was horrible that she had to keep him away from Dylan for so many years, but she was also glad that he understood.

  Her mind drifted off to what it would have been like to have been able to raise Dylan with Vasily, while the two stood in front of her discussing the wording of her title. And in truth, she was in bliss.

  “Mom,” Dylan said, turning to Lilly.

  She snapped back into reality, concluding that Mom was here to stay and Mommy would be retired, at least until thunderstorms and nightmares came up.

  “Yes, baby,” she said, reaching out for him.


DOUBLE TROUBLE- Men of 3X CONStruction~ Erosa Knowles (Amazon Bestseller)
Blaine and Donald had no idea they have not one, but two sons from Belinda, the one woman who ever came between them. Seeing her again test family ties as they fight to rescue their son and reclaim the only woman they ever loved.

Excerpt: 
Belinda looked up as the curtain moved. How could she have forgotten Donnie and Blaine were a few feet away? Her gaze remained on Adam. How to do this? How to introduce him? Her doctor had told her there were recorded incidents of twins being fathered by different men. One of the men standing behind her was Adam’s father. A heady warmth filled her cheeks as she moistened her lips.

“Who are you?” Adam asked as his gaze flicked over her shoulder before settling on her with a confused frown.

Exhaling, she swallowed her pride and pushed back her embarrassment. “Adam, this is Donnie and Blaine O’Connor, two old friends of mine. They rode over here with me from the library.”

Adam’s frown deepened as his gaze left hers and stared over her shoulder. Her heart raced as she tried to think of something else to say. But her brain blanked and she had nothing. Moments crawled as the tension in the small space increased.

“Nice to meet you, Adam. I’m Blaine.”

“I’m Donald, good to see you’re on the mend.”

Belinda watched Adam’s frown deepen before he tore his gaze away and looked at her again. 

“Mom? 

Who…who are they?”

Her mouth opened and then closed. Numerous witty comments flew through her mind but none were appropriate for the situation. Denial was also not an option. Her throat tightened as she forced the words through them. “Your father.”

Adam’s eyes widened at the bald statement and then his face reddened as he glared at the men. “I don’t…. I don’t have a father.”

“Yeah, yeah you do, Adam. I’m good, but there was only one person born without a father, or a human father that is,” she said, trying to inject some humor into the situation. No one took the bait.

Silence filled the room.

“I had a sperm donor, Mom. Not a father. That’s what I mean.”

She nodded, not looking behind her. Despite what their father did, Adam had a point. Neither man had been a father to her sons. Nodding, she patted his hand, hoping he would wait until she came up with an explanation that wouldn’t make her sound…well, like a woman who slept with two men around the same time.

“Okay… okay. We’ll talk about it later, after you get some rest.” Releasing a pent up breath she wondered where was the doctor, she had a few questions.

“I don’t want to talk about them. Not now or later. I want them to leave.”

Belinda’s head snapped up at the petulance in Adams’ voice. Her son had a strong will, both of them did, but he wasn’t cruel and that statement had to hurt. “Adam,” she said in a mild warning tone.

He turned his face away from her. “Please Mom, get them out of here. They haven’t been here for the past 16 years I don’t want them here now.”

Stunned by the anger she heard in his voice, she looked over her shoulder and caught the flash of pain on Blaine’s face. Donald stood with his arms crossed, staring at Adam before meeting her gaze. 
He nodded and turned. Before he stepped out he spoke. “Feel better, Adam.”

Blaine nodded at her as well. “There are reasons we were not here Adam, I hope you’ll give us a chance to explain.” And then he left the curtained area.

Adam faced her slowly. “Mom?” he whispered.

Fearing his questions, she took her time meeting his gaze. “Hmm?”

“Us? That guy said us. Which… which one is my… my father?”

The day had been too long and she had no desire to get into her complicated relationship with the O’Connor twins. When she was younger, dating both of them seemed right. But looking into her son’s eyes right now, she wasn’t so sure. She made a quick decision based on wishful thinking.

“Blaine. The one who asked for a chance to explain.” Sending a prayer of forgiveness and hopefulness that she was right, she nodded as his shoulders dropped a bit.

“He’s big.”

“Yeah.” She crossed her arms around her waist and bit her lip.

“So is he Abe’s dad?...”

Clearing her throat, she looked over his head at the beeping equipment as heat rushed to her face. “No, Donald is his father.”

Adam frowned as he stared at her. “But we’re twins…and they’re twins.”

Unable to utter a word of explanation or in her defense, she nodded. His quizzical look did nothing to ease her embarrassment.

“You… you dated both of them? Aren’t they brothers?” The shock in his voice robbed her of speech and filled her with shame. His look of surprise cut her to the core. How to explain?

She coughed and met his gaze. Thankfully there was no disgust, only curiosity, which made it easier to swallow with the small ball of humiliation lodged in her throat. “Yes…er, yes they are twins and I dated both of them.”

“At the same time?” he asked with a bit of incredulity in his voice.

“During the same timeframe, not on joint dates or anything like that.”

“And they went for that? I mean they had to know since they're brothers.”

Exhaling, she reined in her memories from the past and the long discussions she'd had with her lovers regarding their dating arrangements. “Yes…yes, we all knew and agreed that I would date each one.” For someone who didn’t want to discuss his father, her son had delved into the heart of the matter rather quickly. If this was a normal talk, she would tease him about it.

He stared at her.

Clasping both hands tightly in her lap she waited for him to say something. Seconds ticked by before he spoke. “They just showed up? Today? Why? What happened?”

Trembling with relief, she shrugged. “I’m not sure, I bumped into them at the library and they came with me here.”

“What were they doing at the library?” he asked, frowning.

The question stumped her. “I don’t know. I was so surprised to see them I didn’t ask and then I rushed here to see about you.” Desperately needing a reprieve, she waved down his next question. “I want to get you home, plus I only want to explain all of this once. And that will be with you and Abe, so hold your questions… and comments for later.”

“But Mom –”

She held up her hand. “I said later.” Standing, she looked around the small space for the jacket he had worn that morning. Spying it in the corner, she picked it up and cringed at the large rip surrounded by blood. She must have stared at it too long because Adam sought to comfort her.

“It looks worse than it was, Mom. I’m okay. For real. Just bruised a bit. Did you love them? Both of them?”

The question hadn’t fully settled into her mind before her heart answered. “Yes, very much.”


TATTOOED MOON ~ Tiana Laveen (Amazon Bestselling)
Julian Savant is a gifted tattoo artist, free spirit and business owner, who has set his keen eye upon conservative accountant, Milan Parker. When the two meet during a dark time in Milan’s life, they begin to draw from one another, painting their mutual attraction and desires cerebrally and in the flesh. Little does Milan know, Julian draws more than just her attention and skilled designs upon her body. As his needle works its way into both their hearts, they find fulfillment and healing in ways neither of them imagined.

Excerpt: 
The man was right. She hadn’t even noticed that, as he continued to speak to her over the music, she’d heated a bit to his touch.

She cleared her throat. “You said anything worth having is painful, or something like that. What did you mean by that?” she asked as she glared at him in the mirror.

“I mean, the good things in life sometimes hurt at first. Like childbirth. The end result is wonderful. And like…oh, never mind.” He smirked and stuck his head closer to her, as if trying to hide himself.

“No,like what?” she begged, still needing the distraction.

“It’s not something that would be appropriate for me to say to a customer, so let’s just move on and—”

“No.”She shook her head. “Come on, you can tell me. I want to talk. I need to talk or I am going to go crazy.”

Julian sighed, his shoulders slumped as if she’d asked him something deeply personal,yet his eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Alright.What I was going to say, it is kind of like the first time a woman has sex, her first time being penetrated.” He turned away, avoiding her gaze, as if slightly shy about his own admissions, though he said it with confidence.

“Mmmm.” She smirked and shook her head. “Never thought about it like that.”

“Well,there are similarities. Like, the needle going into your body is a type of violation.That first time you felt the needle hit your skin, it hurt, but now, look, ten minutes later, you’re okay, riding the wave of pain. Once it is all over, your first lover or, in this case, your artist — if he is any good and cares about you and the quality of his work — will make sure that though aspects of this experience may have been unpleasant, you are pleased and satisfied in the end.The final product is your completed tattoo, your climax, so to speak.

“Some people believe you can’t have pleasure in the midst of pain, but that’s not true. The same nerves are being used to deliver either message to your mind and that is why a very thin line separates sensations of pleasure and pain. Our brains tell us which feeling we are receiving, but with a few adjustments,pleasure and pain can turn into their total opposite and what may hurt one person, may make another person feel completely euphoric. Additionally, should you decide to get any future tattoos, you’d want to return to me…as your first tattoo artist, to do it again and again and again.”

“And why would that be?” she egged him on, feeling even more relaxed the longer he spoke. She could feel her eyes hooding as he lulled her away somewhere illicit and wicked.

“Because it would have gotten good to you...” He paused and looked at her through the mirror, as if trying to read her mind. “…And you know I’d be happy to give a repeat performance, hopefully better each and every time…”

Her fucking groin was quaking. Did this joker really have to compare what he was doing with sex? And he did it so damn eloquently...


EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING ~ Pepper Pace (Amazon Bestseller, Top 100 Fiction Author)
In1977 Vanessa is 12 years old and lives just out of reach of the projects that both scare and entice her. It’s the year that she meets Scotty Tremont; 14 and one of the few white boys to live in the ghetto. Initially afraid that Scotty intends to beat her up because her cousin called him white trash, Vanessa soon learns that although Scotty is a ‘Trick Baby’ and will probably be a dope boy just like his brother, he’s somehow managed to be compassionate. Scotty is learning something as well; that his path has not been laid out before him and that Everything isn’t necessarily Everything. This 2 part series begins in the 70s where it explores the music, the style, the ghetto and Pepper Pace’s own twist on life and love.

Excerpt: 
Vanessa waited fifteen minutes after her mother left for work just in case she came back. Sometimes she did that, came back because she had forgotten something or other. Once she felt enough time had passed she grabbed some Barbies, a jump rope and then headed outside. Vanessa didn’t do this often. For one thing she was afraid that someone would tell on her, but mostly because her mother’s schedule in the evenings was unpredictable and she might dash home for dinner and then run right back out or she might be extra long at the bar and not return until after 2 a.m.

It didn’t take long for Vanessa’s toys to draw the attention of the neighborhood kids, who played with her because she had the best toys ever. Playing with the toys soon led to games of tag and Mother May I. Vanessa and the other children laughed and ran through the parking lot, but never going further than that because even though Vanessa’s mother wasn’t present, she knew that the parking lot was her safe zone and beyond that bad things could happen.

The streetlights flickered on a short time later and the little girls ran off to their homes yelling goodbye. 

Vanessa smiled happily and then gathered up her toys and went back into her house. She ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and had a glass of milk for dinner. She turned on the stereo and played the Jackson 5 until she got tired of dancing and singing ABC and I Want You Back and her all time favorite; Ben. She didn’t care if it was a song about a rat. One day she was going to marry a man named Ben and sing that song to him.

She was carrying her Barbies upstairs when she remembered that she hadn’t brought her jump rope into the house. 

Vanessa’s eyes widened. If her mama saw the jump rope outside…She dropped the dolls to the floor and dashed down the stairs. She pulled back the drapes and squinted out the window to see if mama’s car was making its way up the hill. Not many cars came up this way; generally just the people that lived up here. 

There weren’t any stores or schools or anything else but townhomes in Garden Hilltop.

Vanessa took a deep breath and then unlocked the door and dashed out into the night. There were different levels of wrong. Yes it was wrong to go outside during the day when her mother wasn’t home. But it was definitely wrong to go outside at night when there was absolutely no one around to help her if something ‘bad’ happened. Bad was a word that caused her to think of the dead little girl in the building down the hill...
She quickly scanned the ground outside of her house, already nervous but not just because her mother might find out, but because it was dark outside. Not seeing the rope on her stoop, she considered that one of those little heffas had stolen it. And then she saw a gleam of color in the grass at the edge of the parking lot. Now she remembered dropping the jump rope, with its yellow plastic handholds, there when they started playing tag. In relief she crossed the parking lot, and sure enough there was her jump rope, partially concealed by the weeds and grass.

But Vanessa didn’t immediately pick it up. Her mouth parted as she took in the sight of the starlit sky above her and the twinkling artificial lights of the homes below her. She forgot to be scared as the beauty of the velvety night began to take the place of her fear. The moon sat like a huge light bulb above everything and the magnitude of her place in the universe struck her. She was just one little girl standing in one parking lot in one city of her country on one world among many planets and stars that made up the Milky Way which was just one galaxy in the entire universe...

The idea if it was overwhelming. She stared into the sky as she tried to fathom the concept that she was…nothing. Insignificant. A speck.

Movement caught her attention and in alarm she saw the familiar bike rapidly approaching from the winding hill that led from Winton Terrace. She squealed in alarm and darted back across the parking lot and towards the safety of her house. She was half there when she remembered that she didn’t have the jump rope. Vanessa stopped and indecisively did a dance that took her one step back to the rope and then a hop towards the safety of her home before she repeated it.

She had to get the rope! Someone would steal it or mama would see it and that would be it for her. She turned just as Scotty Tremont’s bike entered her parking lot, alarmed at how quickly he had arrived but terrified when she realized that he was heading toward her!

Another squeak of fear escaped her lips as she dashed back to the edge of the lot, running faster than she had ever run before—even faster than she would run past that building. She snatched at the rope at the same time that her body changed position to make the sprint back in the opposite direction. She looked like she had just been passed the baton in an Olympic race. Now she could hear the smooth metallic sound of bike pedals and she risked a glance in that direction.

Scotty Tremont was staring right at her and instead of coasting the circumference of the parking lot like he normally did he was peddling faster, his legs pumping rapidly as he closed the distance between them.
She yelped in terror and then immediately tripped over the looped end of the rope and went skidding across the gravel parking lot. Face down, palms down, knees scraping she felt the sting of her skin being peeled back and a teeth clattering moment later her mouth slammed to the ground and pain exploded at the exact moment that her two front teeth ran through her bottom lip.

For just one second the world was quiet and still around her. She didn’t even hear the bike and rider approaching her, she didn’t see the stars or the small rocks that were now buried in her palms and knees. She didn’t taste the blood that filled her mouth nor the pain that would soon be nearly unbearable at her chipped and loosened teeth. The world was just an infinite place where nothing meant anything—not even a little girl lying on a parking lot in a city within a country on this world called earth, which was apart of the many other planets that made of the galaxy, which crowded the universe.

But the next second her cries of pain filled the night, the clatter of a bike dropping to the ground and the rapid footfalls of sneakered feet hitting the pavement was Vanessa’s new universe…and of course pain.

A hand reached for her arm and she cringed, only the touch wasn’t rough and it didn’t bring pain. Two hands helped to lift her into a sitting position and she held up her bleeding palms but didn’t otherwise look at them, she just stared fearfully into Scotty Tremont’s blue and grey eyes.
~***~
Scotty’s brow gathered as he stared at the gruesome sight of the bloodied girl. She was pretty scraped up but wasn’t crying. She was just staring at him in shock. What in the hell was she doing out in the night wearing just pajamas?

As he took in the sight of her bloody palms his expression calmed. It was pretty bad. Hiding his grimace he took one of her hands and gently removed small rocks that were embedded in the heel of her palm. When he thought he’d found them all he reached for the other hand and did the same.

When he was finished he met her eyes again and the little girl was watching him in surprise. He looked at her knees and masked the look of disgust at the sight of the layers of skin, which had been scraped away to reveal blood-coated flesh. She surprised him when she didn’t make a sound as he picked out the gravel burrowed in her flesh. He scanned her for more injuries and then suddenly frowned.

“You are in so much trouble.” Vanessa tensed and her heart slammed against her narrow ribcage. She shied away from him. “There is no way that you’re going to hide this from your mother,” he continued and Vanessa’s eyes widened as she realized the truth of those words. Those words cut through the fear that she had only a short moment ago felt for him. Yet despite the sudden awareness that she was destined to be in trouble for sure and should be darting back to the house to hide the evidence of her crime—she just had to know.

“How do you know me?”

Scotty stood and headed back to his bike. “Your mother drives a white Cadillac.” He climbed back on his bike and continued his circuit around her parking lot. She sat there and watched him until he headed up the smaller hill to the second parking lot. He turned his head swiftly and looked at her.

“Go in the house Vanessa.” And then he was gone.

Slowly she made it to her feet despite the pain that settled into her scrapes like knife wounds. She wanted to be in the house before he came back down the hill. She wanted to understand why Scotty hadn’t beat her up or run her over, but more importantly she wanted to know why he knew her name just because he knew that her mother drove a white Cadillac.


LAST CALL ~Bridget Midway (Amazon Bestseller)
Eminence Dutton has to make some crucial decisions about work, her struggling love life, and an invitation from a former friend. The only thing that would complicate her life more would be to see her old high school boyfriend.

Keys “Tank” Tanksley thought he had gotten Eminence Dutton out of his system. Now a BDSM Dom, this man does not plan on letting this woman go without being heard or without her experiencing the sting of his whip.

When Tank tries to rekindle the relationship with Eminence, she has to wonder what’s important: her dream or her heart

Excerpt: 
Damn Tank for succumbing to his primal urges. As soon as he got in a room alone with Eminence, he’d forgotten that he wanted to make her suffer like she’d done to him. When he kissed her, time reverted back to the very last occasion he’d been with her. He didn’t remember her lips being as supple. Her breasts had gotten bigger, firmer.

Please, God, don’t let them be fake.

When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Eminence pushed him back. Too much, too soon, too bad. 

“What the hell?” She reared her hand back and delivered a solid smack across his face. “You see me in the store this week and barely say two words to me. Now you want to shove your tongue down my throat? And why don’t you sound the way you did that night?” 

“I’ve been fighting a cold this week. I’m much better now.” Tank hoped Eminence thought the same thing. He’d become more than just a jock from high school. 

“Really? We’re still making out in a dark room. Not much has changed.”

Tank didn’t say anything, mainly because he didn’t register what Eminence had said. Internally, he battled against wanting to tell her off and stripping her down and fucking her raw. 

Eminence planted her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Now I get it. You and Jordie are still 
together.” She snickered. “Should have figured.” Then she snatched her purse from the desk. “I hope the two of you have a great life together.” She turned to the door.

Seeing Eminence walk away from him again snapped Tank out of his lusty haze. As a scared kid protecting a friend, he’d let Eminence disappear from his life once. As a man who had had his integrity questioned, the hell if he would let that happen again without speaking his mind. 

“No, you don’t.” Tank leaned against the desk as he spoke behind her. “You’re going to listen to me. 
And don’t interrupt me.”

“You don’t know me to—”

Unable to contain himself, Tank stood from the desk, took a few steps to approach her, framed her face in his hands, then pressed his lips onto hers. She tried pushing him off, but he wouldn’t budge. As he kissed her, he walked her back to a corner in the office. He blocked her path by planting his arms on either sides of her. 

“You have false imprisonment started on your list of charges. Keep racking them up.” Defiant as always, Eminence crossed her arms over her chest again and pursed her full lips. 
Mistake. If she didn’t want to be kissed again, she should definitely draw her sexy lips back.

“What are you, a lawyer now?” He attempted to gain eye contact, but Eminence kept her gaze moving around, from the ceiling to the floor to over his shoulder. 

“If I were, you would be in deep shit.” She propped one foot against the wall in order to jut out her knee to keep a barrier between them. 

“I don’t know what you thought you saw between me and Jordyna that day.” Tank lowered his voice.

“I’ll tell you what I saw. I saw my former best friend trying to fuck my man, and my man did nothing to stop her.” Eminence poked Tank’s chest with her index finger.

He noticed that she peered down at her hand and that she felt his chest again as though trying to check its legitimacy. To encourage her to feel more, Tank flexed his chest muscles. 

Eminence swallowed hard, peered up at Tank, then drew her hand back while she thrust her chin out again. 

“That’s not what happened. Jay came to me as a friend to talk about something personal. I was comforting her when you walked in.”

“Comforting? Is that what you kids called it?”

To silence her, Tank kissed Eminence again. She didn’t stop him, didn’t struggle. Perhaps she started to succumb to him. Surely he started to fall under her unintended spell. 

When he pulled back, he said, “Nothing else happened. I hugged her. That’s it.”
With a shaky voice, Eminence asked, “If that’s the case, why didn’t you come after me and tell me all of this right there and then? You let me go.”

Tank gritted his teeth and remained silent as he glared at her. Not going after Eminence that day had been the biggest regret of his life. He had a fragile friend to soothe. With what she told him, he couldn’t leave her. At the time, he thought Eminence would wait for him, that he would have time to explain, that she would trust him. 

The fact that she left and wouldn’t talk to him revealed Eminence’s true nature. After all these years, he just wanted time to tell her the truth. Time had escaped him. She wouldn’t escape him now. Even if nothing happened between them, Tank would finally be heard. 

“What she told me wasn’t for me to share. If you want to know what happened, you’ll have to ask her yourself.” Tank fought against looking into Eminence’s eyes, but she had him caught. 

“But—”

When Tank arrested her mouth with his, he managed to slide his tongue into hers. This time she didn’t pull away. Her body melded to his. She lowered her foot and welcomed his body.
When she placed her hand on his shoulder, she started to push him back. Then she curved her hand behind his arm and pulled him forward. It wasn’t until she allowed a small moan to creep through her throat that she sobered to the situation. 

Eminence turned her head. “So that’s sexual assault to be added to your charges.”

“Really?” Tank lowered his hands to grasp her thighs. “Then I had better make this good. I would hate to go to jail for nothing.” 

When he stood, he slid his hands under her miniscule skirt. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Eminence asked the question in an indignant manner, however she didn’t stop him. She rested her hands on top of his forearms as though encouraging him to do what he’d planned on doing next.

“Checking to see if you’re still a thong girl.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. 
“Just tell me later.” He pulled them down, then pressed her back against the wall. 


THE WRATH OF MICHAEL ~ Serenity King
Michael Alesi is not looking for anything other than a good time. He works hard and plays even harder. But after being summoned to the home of his cousin, Michael is blindsided by the feisty, Kendra Washington. 

Kendra is beautiful and sassy, and she seems to want nothing to do with Michael. That is fine with Michael—he doesn’t do relationships and he has plenty of business and social opportunities to keep him busy. Then he witnesses Kendra’s life being put in danger by a nasty crime. He comes to her rescue and, as he gets to know her, he decides that maybe a committed relationship isn’t so bad after all.

Just as they are feeling their way toward a relationship, a whirlwind of deadly events sends life spiraling out of control for both Michael and Kendra. Will they be able to find shelter in each other’s arms, or will the demons of both the past and the present keep them apart forever?

Excerpt: 
Michael Alesi glanced over at the beautiful brunette lying next to him and wondered what the hell he was still doing with her. It seemed like the only things that he and Carmella had in common were sex and privilege. In fact, Michael had begun to think that he was spending far too much time with the woman lately. She was beginning to grate on his last nerve.  He saw it coming. Once his cousin Piero got engaged, his mother had gotten it into her head that he should settle down and make babies. The thought of marrying any woman gave Michael hives. He couldn’t imagine himself being tied down to 
one woman for a lifetime.

He eyed Carmella’s sleeping form once again before throwing the covers off, swinging his legs off the bed, and walking stark naked across the room toward the adjoining bathroom.

“Michael, where are you going?” he heard her ask.

“To take a shower,” he called over his shoulder as he kept walking.
“Hmm, sounds nice. Maybe I’ll come join you,” Carmella purred and stretched her body like a lithe cat.

Michael was tempted to have her join him. However, her visits were becoming more frequent than he liked. In no way were he and Carmella an item. She might as well dispense with that notion quickly.

“The offer is tempting; however, I have a meeting with Piero in just under an hour.”

“Even more reason why I should join you,” she said, letting the silk sheets slide down her body, exposing her bare breasts. “Come on, Michael. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”

Michael stared at her voluptuous breasts for a mere moment before giving in to temptation and letting Carmella join him in the shower. “Why not? This has to be a quick one. I have to leave.” He smiled slowly.

“We will see, dear Michael. We will see,” she crowed.

He watched as she crawled on her hands and knees toward the edge of the bed, carefully gliding to her feet and walking toward him. She stood in front of him and grabbed his balls in her hand.

Michael let out a long hissing sound as she gently glided her soft, silken hand up and down his hardened length.

“I do believe you are trying to start something before the shower,” he breathed.

“Any objections?” she asked coyly, running her tongue along his jaw as she continued to massage his erection.


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Author Bio:
Sienna Mynx is your naughty writer of Paranormal, Contemporary, and Historical Interracial Romance for readers that love the bad boy’s but desire to be the women that tame them. A current resident of south of Georgia, Sienna Mynx has just emerged into the e-publishing arena. Her novellas reflect her thirst for romance told from a fresh perspective with the diversity she craves in erotic Romance. Explore and Enjoy.

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Yvette Hines is an USA Bestselling erotica author that loves pleasurable hours between the sheets. Whether it is a blended tale of interracial lovers, the clandestine bite and wicked passion of a paranormal lover or the sting of a commanding whip against tender flesh. Even better, make my day and toss in two gorgeously, decadent men who only want to pleasure their woman. Oooh, yeah, now we’re talking. I write erotica because I love it. I’m a Scorpio, so I’m sensual by nature and that just makes me naughty.

Website for Yvette Hines: http://yvettehines.com/

Bridget Midway was born into a loud family of five kids all fighting to be heard. She decided to make herself more noticeable through writing. Her passion for writing sensual, titillating scenes stemmed from her mother who always told her to follow her heart. She now lives on the east coast with her dreams, her close friends and wonderful characters who keep her up at night…and hopefully will do the same to you all, too!

Website for Bridget Midway: http://www.bridgetmidway.com/

Aliyah Burke is an avid reader and is never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She is married to a career military man. They are owned by three Borzoi, and a DSH cat. She spends her days sharing time between work, writing, and dog training.

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Pepper Pace is a writer of erotically romantic interracial stories. She believes that a good book should make its readers think outside of the box. You will find that none of her stories are cookie cutter and they do not follow the same formula that you might be accustomed to when reading other IR romances. She prides herself on representing all of us.

Website for Pepper Pace: http://pepperpace.tumblr.com/

Tiana Laveen was born in Cincinnati, Ohio and now resides in the Midwest with her husband, two children, and twisted imagination. She enjoys a fulfilling life that includes writing books, public speaking, drawing, painting, listening to music, cooking, and spending time with loved ones. Tiana Laveen is a uniquely creative and innovative author whose romance fiction is geared towards those who not only want to temporarily escape from the daily routines of life, but also delve into social taboo as it pertains to interracial relationships. She seeks to entertain as well as at times, educate and empower black women around the world as it pertains to their self value, self-image and esteem and taking control of their love life and owning ones choices. She wants her characters to be ‘human’, this includes frailties and learning experiences one must overcome. She wants her characters to be relatable and thought-provoking for the reader, in other words, memorable. Tiana creates a painting with words as she guides the booklover into the lives of each and every main character and hopes that when they’ve completed the novel, they leave with a smile on their face and food for thought.

Website for Tiana Laveen: http://tianalaveen.com/

Erosa Knowles loves the written word. There’s very few things she would rather do than read a fascinating tale or tell one. She also believes love is color blind. Most of her stories reflect that belief. She has three children and six grands. She married young. Everywhere she goes she sees something that titillates her and gets her wondering if she can use it as material.

Website for Erosa Knowles: http://www.erosaknowles.net/

Author Serenity King has been reading romances ever since she was sixteen years old and her auntie first placed a Harlequin in her hands. Now King writes interracial/multicultural contemporary romance and erotica that feature her fierce devotion to resilient women and strong passion for family-oriented Alpha men who live, love, and fight for their women. She currently lives in the New York area with her husband and children

Website for Serenity King: http://serenityking.com/

As an established author with five books that have become bestsellers, Latrivia Nelson now creates romantic stories that center around interracial relationships. And as a small business owner, she helps promising writers become published authors through her unique print-on-demand model that focuses heavily on e-book distribution and gorilla marketing and public relations. Over 500 articles and reviews have been written on her work and she continues to reach out to as many readers as possible through book clubs, conventions, book signings and seminars. 

Website for Latrivia Nelson: http://www.latrivianelson.info/


Thursday, July 10, 2014

BREATHLESS FOR HIM by Sofia Tate blog tour

As a gifted opera singer, Allegra Orsini's only obsession is music-until she meets him. A strikingly handsome and powerful man with a life splashed across the tabloids, Davison Cabot Berkeley isn't what she expected. He's unlike the other wealthy patrons who dine at Le Bistro. Davison sees more than just a coat-check girl working her way through grad school. And from the moment he looks at her, those deep green eyes ignite a fire inside Allegra she's never felt before.  She craves Davison's touch-his possession-endlessly. Even though every fiber of her being is telling her to stay away, that it's best for both of them, she can't. As his passion consumes her, Allegra can no longer deny Davison's hold on her. He'll never let her go. But as much as she wants him, Allegra can't surrender to his love-not until she faces a painful secret from her past that could destroy them both . . .

About Sofia Tate:
Sofia Tate grew up in Maplewood, NJ, the oldest of three children in a bilingual family. She was raised on 70s disaster films and 80s British New Wave music and classic tv miniseries. Her love for reading started when she received a set of Judy Blume books from her aunt when she was ten. She discovered erotic romance thanks to Charlotte Featherstone. She loves both writing and reading erotic romance. She graduated from Marymount College in Tarrytown, NY, with a degree in International Studies and a minor in Italian. She also holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Adelphi University. She has lived in London and Prague. Sofia currently resides in New York City.

Sofia’s SM:
www.sofiatate.com
http://facebook.com/pages/sofia-tate
@sofiatateauthor

Buy links:
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Kobo: http://bit.ly/1m5P3Kx
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1pXWseY

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1pXWZNU

Excerpt: 
Before I can stop him from making a spectacle of himself, he leans in and pulls my hands to his mouth, kissing the knuckles on both of them. I let go and cup his face as he places his hands over mine again, stroking them back and forth.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you.”

“I missed you so much, Davison.”

He licks his lips as he starts to stroke my hand with his thumb, the same motion he made that first night we met when he asked me that question. My torso starts to flutter, sending goose bumps up and down my body. I can feel my cleft clench with heated desire.

“If we weren’t in public right now…” he murmurs.

Any other time, I’d be pissed off at his rude connotation, but at the moment, I don’t mind at all because I feel exactly the same.

“Get the check, Harvard. Now.”

He replies with a wicked smile and doesn’t even bother asking for the bill. He pulls out his wallet, throwing a twenty on the table. Yanking me by the hand, we fly out of the cafĂ©. His grip on my hand threatens its circulation, but the pain only increases the heat that is close to erupting inside me. Our attached hands are a live current, the energy pulsating between us, just proving to me how much we had truly missed each other.

We’re almost running, not saying a word to each other. We need to be somewhere private. It hits me that it’s Saturday, the busiest morning for my father at work, and I just left him in the shop.

“Follow me,” I command him.

We finally get back to my building, and thankfully I don’t see anyone familiar outside. I don’t want anyone reporting back to Papa that I’m taking Davison inside our home without him there. Even though I’m a grown woman, I still live under my father’s roof. My traditional, old-school father’s roof.

By the time we reach my apartment on the fourth floor, we’re both panting from exhaustion. I grab the key Papa and I keep hidden on top of the door frame and let us in.

Within seconds, Davison takes my hand and slams me against the door, shutting it with a thud. We devour each other, just like we did the first time in his Maybach. The taste of his hot tongue twisting with mine is the food I have been craving all this time.

We moan and whimper as we kiss, our grips on each other’s bodies becoming corporeal vises.

“Allegra,” he rasps between kisses.

I need more. I tug him to the living room, pulling him down with me onto the couch. His long, solid body stretches over mine, his hard cock straining against his zipper. He shoves his hands under my sweatshirt, then groans in complaint when he feels my T-shirt underneath.

I hear Davison mutter, “Fuck. You’re killing me, baby,” as I laugh to myself.

He pushes both up with his hands, feeling for my breasts. With a growl, he clamps his lush lips over one nipple as I throw my head back in ecstasy, kneading the other breast with his left hand.

“Yes, Davison…” I moan.

The sensation of his warm tongue on my body, sucking, nipping, biting, pushes me to the brink. I need him to make me come, to feel him inside me.

As if he’d read my mind, his right hand travels down under the waistband of my yoga pants, blindly searching for my cleft. Once he finds my pussy, he shoves two fingers inside me, massaging it, sighing in the feel of my wetness that is for him, that was caused by him.

“Oh, baby, you’re soaked already. You want me, don’t you?” he rasps into my ear.

I whimper in reply to him, not at all able to form a coherent word.

With the heel of his hand, he presses down on my cleft at the precise angle over my clit, and I bite down on my lower lip to keep me from screaming aloud, knowing how thin the walls are in my building, but the rest of my body shudders from the release of my orgasm.

Davison sits up, yanking me with him. I cover myself up as he pulls me into his arms. We kiss each other gently, our lips swollen. Wholly spent, I rest my head on Davison’s shoulder.

“Baby?” he pants.

“Yeah?”

“How do you say ‘crazy’ in Italian?”

“‘Pazza.’ Why?”

“Because you are fucking pazza to bring us back here for a heavy make-out session when your father is working downstairs.”

“Hey, we needed someplace private to do what we just did. You’re not complaining, are you?”

“Are you kidding? That was…”

I look up at him when he pauses, and he’s staring at me, his eyes soft, his lips smiling fully across his face.

“I’m just really happy right now,” he says, stroking my face with his thumb.

“You can be such a sap, Mr. Berkeley, but I promise I won’t tell.”


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Lady Windermere's Lover by Miranda Neville

Damian, Earl of Windermere, rues the day he drunkenly gambled away his family's estate and was forced into marriage to reclaim it. Now, after hiding out from his new bride for a year, Damian is finally called home, only to discover that his modest bride has become an alluring beauty—and rumor has it that she's taken a lover. Damian vows to keep his wife from straying again, but to do so he must seduce her—and protect his heart from falling for the wife he never knew he wanted.

Cynthia never aspired to be the subject of scandal. But with her husband off gallivanting across Persia, what was a lady to do? Flirting shamelessly with his former best friend seemed like the perfect revenge . . . except no matter how little Damian deserves her loyalty, Cynthia can't bring herself to be unfaithful. But now that the scoundrel has returned home, Cynthia isn't about to forgive his absence so easily—even if his presence stirs something in her she'd long thought dead and buried. He might win her heart . . . if he can earn her forgiveness!

Link to Follow Tour: 
http://tastybooktours.blogspot.com/2014/04/now-booking-tasty-virtual-tour-for-lady.html

Goodreads Page for Series https://www.goodreads.com/series/89518-the-wild-quartet

Buy Links
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lady-Windermeres-Lover-Miranda-Neville-ebook/dp/B00FJ34ZY0/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid=

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lady-windermeres-lover-miranda-neville/1117005013?ean=9780062243324

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/lady-windermere-s-lover
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/lady-windermeres-lover/id718583745?mt=11

Author Info
Miranda Neville grew up in England. During her misspent youth she devoured the works of Georgette Heyer, Jean Plaidy, and any other historical novels she could lay hands on. As a result she attended the University of Oxford to study history, ignoring all hints that economics might be a more practical subject. She spent several years writing catalogs of rare books and original letters and manuscripts for Sotheby’s auction house in London and New York. Much of her time in this job was spent reading the personal correspondence of the famous. This confirmed her suspicion that the most interesting thing about history is people.

Since moving to Vermont, she has worked in Special Collections at Dartmouth College and as an editor and journalist on Behind the Times, a small, idiosyncratic (and now defunct) monthly newspaper. She is the owner and editor of a weekly advertiser in the Upper Valley, a job that leaves her enough time to write fiction.

Her first book, Never Resist Temptation. was published by Avon in 2009. The first two books in the Burgundy Club series will be published in 2010.
She lives with her daugher, Becca, a college student and confirmed drama queen, and two cats who are never on the right side of any door.

Author Links
http://www.mirandaneville.com/
https://twitter.com/miranda_neville
https://www.facebook.com/MirandaNevilleAuthor

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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

How to Marry a Cowboy by Carolyn Brown Spotlight & Review

Carolyn Brown's Cowboys & Brides Series Spotlight - Living On A Ranch: First Impressions


As the saying goes, everything is bigger in Texas. This is certainly true when it comes to the large ranches spread throughout the state. In Carolyn Brown's Cowboy & Brides series, the heroines new to ranch living all have different impressions of the place they will soon call home. Here’s a rundown of several reactions to first seeing a Texas-sized ranch.

Texas rancher Mason Harper's daughters want a new mama in the worst way, and when a beautiful woman in a tattered wedding gown appears on their doorstep, the two little girls adopt her-no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Mason isn't sure about taking in a complete stranger, but Lord knows he needs a nanny, and Annie Rose Boudreau stirs his heart in long-forgotten ways...
Annie Rose is desperate, and when a tall, sexy cowboy offers her a place to stay, she can't refuse. After all, it's just for a little while. As she settles in deeper, her heart tells her both Mason and her role as makeshift mama suit her just fine. But will Mason feel the same way once her nightmare past catches up with her?
Fans of Linda Lael Miller and Diana Palmer will thrill to this moving story of a lonely cowboy and his two little girls finding the family of their dreams.

#1 - Intimidation

A huge ranch with thousands of acres and an oversized house can make a person want to crawl back into a hidey hole and pull a rock over the hole. This is the way it goes for Laura Baker in Billion Dollar Cowboy. Everyone in the whole state knows how rich Colton Nelson is. Lord, all the single women in the state are trying to get him into bed, and the rest are considering talking to a divorce lawyer so they can have a try at lassoing him. All Laura wants to do is her job and get away from all those dollar signs. But then someone comes up with the idea of her to pretend to be Colton's girlfriend to keep the other women at bay and all of the sudden sparks start to fly!

#2 - A Welcome Homecoming

A ranch is a ranch and by any other name it would still be a ranch, whether it has ten acres or ten thousand acres. In The Cowboy’s Christmas Baby Natalie Clark feels right at home on Lucas Allen’s ranch as she slips into the role of housekeeper, cook, and jack of all trades easily. Lucas might not like the fact that she’s kept a big secret from him, but not one of the men on the ranch can cook or clean so he agrees to let Natalie stay — but just until the housekeeper, Hilda, recuperates from the fall she’d taken...

#3 - Daunting, But Comforting

There’s something about a cat dropping a mouse on your toes that sets the adrenaline to high gear. But then there’s something about a couple of sweet elderly ladies welcoming right into the ranch house that puts the feel of the mouse out of your mind. In The Cowboy’s Mail Order Bride, Emily Cooper is greeted by the ranch cat giving her an unwanted present and then by two elderly women, Clarice and Dotty, insisting that she stay for supper. Emily's only there to deliver a box of letters from her deceased grandfather to the woman that wrote them to him more than sixty years before. But twenty four hours later she has a job and there’s a cowboy in her life…this is both scary and sweet.

#4 - Loud And Rowdy

While ranches tend to be in rural areas, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, this doesn't always make for a quiet time. After all, ranches are full of animals and people that can create quite the clatter. Annie Rose can certainly attest to this. Awakening to the noisy squeals of two little girls and the stomping on a wooden porch makes for a loud first impression. In How to Marry a Cowboy, Annie Rose is sleeping peacefully on the porch swing when suddenly it sounds like a longhorn cattle stampede has been turned loose on the porch. Then she looks up into the mesmerizing eyes of those little girls’ father, Mason Harper, and for a few minutes everything goes quiet. The eyes, as she’s found out from an abusive ex boyfriend, do not lie, and Mason’s show both distrust and concern at the same time. The noise starts again as the little girls declare that she is their new mama…and the mother of all headaches hits Annie Rose right between her eyes.

Review - How to Marry a Cowboy:

Ms. Brown has the amazing talent to make everyday people larger than life and they always steal my breath away. In this book Mason Harper and his adorable twins stole my heart faster than I even realized, One minute I was reading the first page and the next minute I was head over heels in love with the rancher and his daughters. There's just something about a book that leaves you smiling days after reading it that you can't help but recommend it to family and friends, which is exactly what I've been doing with this one. I have to say I've always had a soft spot for baby goats so there was no way I wasn't going to enjoy their adventures. There's no superheroes, no over-the-top plot twists and turns this is just a fabulous, feel-good story that can make any day just a little bit better and after all can't we all use that?




Author Biography

Carolyn Brown is a New York Times bestselling author with more than sixty books published, and credits her eclectic family for her humor and writing ideas. Carolyn was born in Texas but grew up in southern Oklahoma where she and her husband, Charles, a retired English teacher, make their home. They have three grown children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.

Social Networking Links

Website: http://carolynlbrown.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Carolyn-Brown/198727816879253
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13554.Carolyn_Brown
 

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