Monday, March 31, 2014

The Arrangement by Bethany-Kris #Giveaway


The Arrangement by Bethany Kris
Genre: Erotic, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
When a Cosa Nostra girl and a Bratva boy meet...





Anton can’t allow the one woman he was supposed to love get away. At the possibility of her death, he steps in to save her with guns blazing, knowing exactly what it might cost him: everything. But it’s been nearly a decade since their last meeting, and he can’t help but wonder if the woman he took back is the same girl he fell for all those years before.

Protected and loved, Vine is unable to forget their shared moments a lifetime ago, or the future she knows they’re owed. When an old flame of Anton’s shows up to rip the veil off the carefully constructed secrets he’d been hiding, she learns that nothing about her life is as it seems. But, that’s nothing compared to the bomb about to blow. Can Vine see beyond the pain and blood to take what she always wanted? And just how far will the mob prince go to keep her safe?

In a world where violence, deceit, and greed reign, your life is not your own, and sometimes, love has to be arranged.

Viviana “Vine” Carducci’s and Anton Avdonin’s marriage was decided more than two decades ago. The deal between leading mafia families has more on the line than anyone knew, even if the Bratva and Cosa Nostra shouldn’t mix. When Vine’s family is murdered and she’s left with nothing more than her grief to survive the mob world alone, she believes the arrangement won’t see the light of day.
Nothing will stop the Bratva mob boss from taking back what’s his, and once he has her, he’ll do anything to keep her…

  
“Why all the safety precautions if you’re expecting me to live openly here?” she asked. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”
Anton cocked a brow. “I’m hoping your uncle will be a lot less brazen if I’m not keeping you hidden.” He still hadn’t let go of her sides, those teasing thumbs of his rolling gently against the undersides of her breasts in tender motions. “Deny that you want this, too, Vine. You’ve always wanted me. You want this life because you were meant for it, and I have waited more than long enough to get you here living it with me.”
“You’re not giving me a choice. I’ve spent the last three years thinking that this arrangement was over, and then you come in with guns blazing and a house on lockdown, Anton. That’s … It’s not fair. You signed my death warrant doing this.”
Immediately, his hands left her skin. She wanted them back, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit that fact. “It was already signed.”
“What?”
Placing his hands to his knees, Anton shook his head and muttered, “He was already getting ready to put out a hit on you. That guard of yours was probably going to be the one to do it to get his in with the family. I was hoping to see you back in the states before I approached you myself, but Sonny didn’t give me the chance.”
No one likes to off a woman, Vine.
She couldn’t help but remember Sam saying that. Would he have done it?
“You can’t possibly know that for sure.”
The look he gave turned her stomach with fear. “I can and I do, Vine. There are men in that organization who are less trustworthy than a snake. Even their eyes and ears can be bought. I stepped in now because I needed to, not because I thought you were ready, or that you wanted me to.”
An ache settled in her chest. How was she supposed to trust him?
“Sonny wouldn’t kill me simply because I wanted to marry you, Anton. I’m not worth a damn thing to him alive, nothing more than a nuisance he has to look after.” Frustrated by his lack of expression, her bitterness rose. “Dead I’m worth even less though, right?”
“Dead you’re worth nothing,” Anton admitted, hurting Viviana a little more. “That is exactly what your uncle wants to achieve. For secrets to remain hidden from his family and for his power to remain intact.”
That only left her more disturbed, emotions rolling from one thing to the next without ever landing on just one feeling. “Our families won’t merge now, regardless if we’re married or not. So you lied to me earlier when you said that’s what this was about. A marriage is only going to cause more issues. I’m worthless to the Bratva; you practically said so yourself.”
“No, you’re worth a great deal, especially if you’re married to me.”
But, why?
“You’re hiding something from me,” she realized, hurt that he was lying again, even if it was by omission. Viviana couldn’t decide which stung worse—that he didn’t trust her, or that he thought she didn’t deserve to know whatever it was. “What aren’t you saying?”
Anton looked stricken, fingers drumming a quick beat on his thighs. “I gave them my word. It was supposed to be them explaining this to you if they desired to—all the reasons and things that happened years ago. It’s not my story to tell, and I promised. My word is all I’m worth if you consider the way I live; without it, I have nothing.”
Reaching out, he cupped a hand over her knee and ran it along the inside of her jittery leg. With his fingers moving so softly against her inner thigh, he pressed his fingertips close enough to her center to make Viviana throb with need. Murmuring, he said, “Can’t you try to trust me? Viviana, you know me … you do.”
She ignored his plea. “Who, Anton?” His fingers pressed harder at her words, grip tightening when Viviana refused to react to his motions. What she really wanted was more. So much more of his hands on her body, but she didn’t dare speak that out loud. “Was it my father, or Nicoli? Who?”
“I can’t answer that right now.” With that, he stood and held out a hand for her to take. “Come, I’ll get you back in bed for the evening. Let you rest and get the last of that sedative out of your system. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Too exhausted to argue, her palm met his. Anton’s lips touched down to Viviana’s fingers in a flutter of movement. She wouldn’t have noticed the quick kiss had she not felt the heat of his mouth brushing along her sensitive skin. She might as well have been sixteen and falling for him all over again.
Viviana couldn’t figure out if she was willing enough to let him do it. It didn’t help that she wasn’t all too sure if she knew this man anymore. Was he the same one she wanted all those years ago? Had his feelings remained the same nearly a decade later … was that even possible? Could someone want another that much?
What was even more frightening was that with his blue eyes watching, and his hand connected with hers, waiting, Anton still felt like hers.
Just like he always had.







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Cover Reveal - Unholy Matrimony by Sonny Zae

Unholy Matrimony
A Sonny the Scoundrel Novella
Erotic / Fantasy
By Sonny Zae
Release Date: May 19, 2014 from Roane Publishing

 



 
Sonny is so handsome, he doesn't need magic to get what he wants, except when he gets into trouble. And, he'll do anything for love or money, except work. So, the thought of marriage represents the worst of all possible worlds, a danger he avoids at all costs.
 
His plans for getting rich the easy way—by stealing—go awry when he meets Ariella. She is not only lovely to look at, but just may be as slippery and greedy as he. Better still, she becomes highly stimulated at the prospect of helping him hijack a treasure.
 
But, in addition to helping him steal "goald", the cunning Ariella might just steal his scoundrel heart.
 
 

About Sonny Zae

 
Sonny lives in a small town on the edge of reality. His only remarkable characteristic is imagination. He ignored his grade school teacher's repeated admonitions to stop daydreaming and get to work.

Sonny's book WIZARD SEEKING TROPHY BRIDE, is available on the Kindle. It is a story about the exceptional difficulties involved in finding love and happiness for an elderly and strange wizard, not to mention the difficulties of dealing with an elderly relative—an elderly relative who is also a wizard.

 

Friday, March 28, 2014

Titanic's Ondine by Jorja Lovett


Welcome to fellow author, Jorja Lovett. It is a pleasure to have you here today to talk about your new release. Take it away Jorja...

I've always had a fascination with the Titanic. It probably has a lot to do with living so close to Belfast, where she was built. One of the great things about being a writer is you can pick any time, any place in which to set a story, so it was always on the hot list of topics I wanted to cover. As ever, my version of that fateful voyage had to have a paranormal twist, and some superhot sexy times!


Blurb:

Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are they both doomed forever?

Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs up as crew for the Titanic.

Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she's a welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she's keeping a secret from him but it doesn't diminish his love for her. They have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an unforgettable night together in the Titanic's indoor pool he knows he's found the woman he wants to marry.

As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, and find her happy ever after?




Excerpt:

“I find the setting perfect for a romantic affair. Glamorous liners bound for faraway places, carrying young men with fire in their bellies. Why it’s enough to get any young lady’s pulse racing.” She ran a fingertip down his white shirt to distract him from his questioning. That slight contact with the man she loved was enough to start a fiery lust consuming her from the inside out.

“Madeleine—” The ragged manner in which Joe addressed her didn’t sound like a scolding, or an attempt to stop her.

“Shh!” A finger on his lips and a coy smile was all it took for him to discard his gentlemanly manners and let his passion take hold.

He was deceptively masterful in the seduction stakes. His firm lips staked their claim with a series of breath-taking kisses that almost made her mourn the time they had wasted thus far in their chaste courtship.

Crushed against the rough fabric of his jacket—Madeleine’s nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her green dress—sensitized and begging to be noticed. Joe didn’t disappoint. He traced his thumb over one prominent peak. The simple over-the-clothing contact sent her body into raptures and generated an ache in her loins that she wanted him to remedy.

Her head told her to go carefully. He thought of her as a lady—pure and innocent—and not one to give herself away before her wedding night. But that other, sinful part of her wanted him regardless of the consequences. And that craving won out. She pressed herself closer to him until she was left with no doubt he felt the same. The ridged evidence in his trousers nestled into the skirts of her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hand along the impressive length of him.

She half expected him to back away in shock or disgust. So when he took it one step further by cupping her breast firmly in his hand, her legs all but buckled beneath her. He scooped her breast from her dress, exposing it to the cool April air. Her pussy swelled with need. With each massage he gave her flesh, she came one step closer to nirvana, moaning as the moisture from her arousal soaked her skin and clothes.

Joe backed her away from the main walkway and pinned her against the wall of a ramshackle wooden building, creating a scenario Madeleine wouldn’t have believed  possible. Of course, she imagined her reserved Joe to be a considerate lover, but she hadn’t expected their explosive chemistry to lead them to the point of making love outdoors.

Joe lifted her skirts, skimming his hand along the tops of her stockings, and then grabbed her ass to pull her onto his still imprisoned cock. Driven by mounting impatience, Madeleine reached to undo the buttons of his trousers and take the next step in their relationship.

It turned out to be a step too far. Moments later, the strong arms around her pushed where they once pulled her to him. Joe wrenched his mouth away.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, voice unsteady.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him.

 Except, perhaps, being too chivalrous. One brief encounter with the saviour of her long-lost virtue wasn’t nearly enough, but she dared not raise his suspicions with further unladylike behaviour.

“You deserve more than a rushed fumble by the docks, Maddy. When the time comes, I want it to be something special, a memory to be cherished forever. Though I don’t know how I’ll get through these next weeks without even kissing you again.”

Joe rested his forehead against hers. His was beaded with sweat from the effort of his restraint.

Not on my account, she wanted to scream, but the moment had passed. She adjusted her clothes.

He behaved as though the last ten minutes had not happened and picked up the conversation regarding his departure. But all she wanted to do was move farther into his embrace, make this night last forever.

“Will you wave me off when I leave?”

As much as he deserved a teary farewell, she shook her head. “It’s not my place.”

She wouldn’t encroach on the intimate family moment which accompanied his every journey. That was their time. This was hers.

“Let’s say our goodbyes now.” Madeleine stood on tiptoe to offer up her lips.

This time, Joe’s kiss was a slow exploration mapping out the contours of her lips, as though he were memorizing her taste. That sensuous perusal finally eroded the jaded view she harboured for the male species. Joe didn’t demand, simply took what she willingly gave, and he returned it with love. He respected her, cherished her, and, for the first time in decades, Madeleine let herself trust.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Mid Week Tease - First Impression




Welcome to MWT where my author friends and I post a little something from a WIP, flash fiction piece or from some of our published work for you, the readers. This week I'm give you a peek at one of my newest releases, The Shamrock Incident included in the For the Love of Murphy anthology. Hope you enjoy.



    
     Trey Cleary didn’t think his day could get any worse, but since he was gripping

what remained of his side view mirror, he decided he was wrong. Glancing up from his spot

on the sidewalk, he read the sign hanging overtop the flower shop.

     Pocket Full of Posies


     The name matched the one printed in fancy font on the back of the silver van that

maimed his car. He’d caught only part of the address as the vehicle whizzed out of the

parking garage. Nonetheless, he was at the right shop. He had to be. Even though

Charlotte was a big city, there couldn’t be another store with such a whimsical name.

And, if there was, he’d bet money both were owned by the same person.  Of course, he’d

usually look things like that up on his iPhone. However, his handy-dandy phone had turned

into an expensive tank decoration after it accidently slid out of his shirt pocket, and into the

one hundred and eighty gallon aquarium he’d been hassling with in his store that morning. It

slept with the fishes. Literally.

     Trying not to show his irritation with all the aggravating events of the day, he took

a deep, cleansing breath. He’d calmly speak with the owner about his BMW’s missing

side view mirror, get their insurance information, and go grab something to eat.

His stomach grumbled and he glanced at his wrist watch. The lunch hour had

long passed. "I knew I should have taken Dad up on his donut offer this morning," he

mumbled.

     Trey stepped inside the store and did a double take. He wasn’t a stranger to a

retail establishment with lots of stock. Heck, his own store was well-stocked, but this

shop overflowed with merchandise.

     "Holy shamrocks, Batman," he said under his breath.

     The place had been totally decked out for the current holiday. Shamrock

ornaments dangled from the ceiling tiles as far as the eye could see. Green twinkle

lights blinked on and off and were draped across shelves of stuffed toys, knickknacks,

boxes of candy, and a plethora of homemade, North Carolina candles in a jar.

According to the signage, they came in fifty-six pleasing scents.

     He took a couple of steps forward and stopped. A "Luck of the Irish" banner and

cardboard leprechauns were stuck to the glass doors of a commercial cooling unit that
 
contained freshly cut flowers. Some sort of spiky plant grew from the inside of old

cowboy boots scattered on the floor. They had been placed everywhere in random

groupings of two as if someone had kicked them off and left them where they stood.

     He cleared his throat. He wasn’t there to sightsee, nor was he in the market for

flowers and frou-frou things. He was there to do something about his poor vehicle.

Although, before he could do anything about that, he had to figure out where the owner

was hiding.

     He switched the mirror to his left hand and scratched the back of his head. There

was very little in the way of designated walking paths. He couldn’t proceed forward

unless he squeezed between a free-standing shelving unit and a massive refrigerator.

Customers should have been given a map to help them maneuver through the store.

He took a right down a trail of some sort. "Hello?" Nothing resembled a customer

service desk or point of sale. "Is anyone here?"

     "I’ll be right with you."

     He turned in the direction of the small muffled voice and walked past a bunch of

colorful, helium-filled latex balloons tied off to a vivid red air tank. They swayed in the

breeze and bounced against each other, making a hollow, drum-like bopping sound as

he passed. A few more steps and he made another turn. To his left, a tall greeting card

stand crowded the narrow path. He hoped it was the last large obstacle.

     As soon as he side-stepped around the stand, he felt like throwing a victory fist in

the air. Not too far in front of him, stood a counter with a cash register. And beside

that—an open door. He headed toward the register, only to stop short.

     A woman burst through the doorway and into the room like an out of control

whirling dervish. Her legs kicked. Arms flailed. Strawberry blonde hair flew around her

face. For such a petite person she made a huge entrance and took one mother of a

wipeout.




 


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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Auctioned to Protect by Doris O'Connor


Title: Auctioned to Protect
 
Author: Doris O'Connor
 
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary, BDSM


Long Blurb:

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress Complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.

Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?




“Fuck, you feel so damn good around my dick, Scarlett. Look at us. Look how I stretch your tight hole. Jesus, baby, tell me this is as freaking good for you as it is for me.”
Scarlett dug her finger nails into his shoulders in answer and clenched around him, and Mike roared. He pulled out and thrust back in again, ramming her into the wall, as she hung on for dear life. Pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, just hung onto his big shoulders and took all the passion he gave her.
Here was a man brutally taking his own pleasure and sending her body sky high in the process. When he pulled out of her and dragged her over to the sink, Scarlett bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Mike kicked her legs apart and then slammed back into her from behind. This position drove him deeper than before and when he reached around and stimulated her clit at the same time, Scarlett saw stars. Her whole body tightened in ever closer spirals of pleasure that started from deep inside her core. Impaled by his hot member, his harsh breath in her ear, one hand digging into her hips, the other mercilessly fingering her swollen clit, he pushed her toward a mind-splintering release. Higher and higher she climbed, and when Mike grasped one of her legs and shoved it over the edge of the sink, the move sent her over the edge.
He yanked her torso up and pulled it up against his chest, allowing him to sink deeper still into the clasp of her body. Ripples and waves of pleasure crashed over Scarlett, and she let her head fall back and gave herself up to the sensation rocking her body as Mike increased his tempo even more. Every forceful thrust lifted her off her toes, and Scarlett came a second time, or was it the third. Sensations merged into one, fire raced over her skin, and she screamed his name when he grew bigger still inside her and then grunted his release into her shoulder, and warmth spread deep inside her.
Mike lowered her leg with them both still joined as intimately as two people could be, and he locked his arms next to hers on the sink. By the time her breathing had slowed down enough to speak and her hazy vision cleared, Mike was slowly slipping out of her. She tightened her muscles to keep him in for longer and he groaned and rubbed his morning stubble across her neck. It left delicious tingles in its wake and Scarlett moaned her contentment.
Their gazes locked in the mirror and Mike smiled. Scarlett’s heart turned over in her chest at the open affection she saw in his azure eyes that seemed to bore straight into her very soul.
“Good morning, My Lady. I guess this beats coffee first thing.”

* * * *

She was so fucking beautiful, staring back at him with her huge green eyes, and her fair skin flushed from the force of her orgasms. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him by the throat and squeezed the breath out of him, and he shut his eyes and nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck. A shudder went through her when he licked the rapidly beating pulse point and nibbled his way up to her ear. Scarlett ground her ass against his thigh and he groaned into her neck.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
Scarlett turned around in his arms and gasped when he sat her on the edge of the sink and spread her legs wide. He dropped on his knees and inhaled against her wet slit. Scarlett’s intoxicating musk mixed with his own scent and he watched in fascination as their combined juices slowly trickled out of her pink flesh.
His cock signaled its interest briefly and Scarlett smiled down on him when he looked up.
“Have I broken you?” she whispered.
Mike laughed.
“Hardly, My Lady. Give me five and we’ll be ready to go again. In the meantime…”
He bent his head and delivered butterfly kisses along the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs. It was one of Mike’s favorite places to linger on any woman, especially just after they’d come. Hot, sweet, and intimate, it called him to indulge, and he blew against her slit, causing an allover body shiver, as her clit contracted in front of his eyes.
“Mike, please… I’m so close again… Oh…yeees.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Using short shallow strokes he cleaned her cunt, until no traces of their earlier encounter remained. He rubbed his beard-roughened chin across her clit, and placed her legs over his shoulder when she started to tremble. Scarlett’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and she pushed her hips up in a seeming effort to hurry him along, but Mike had his own plans.
He’d been far too rough on her earlier, regardless of how much she had been with him in the moment. Regardless of how much she seemed to have needed that brutal release. Besides he was fast getting addicted to the needy little moans and sighs she couldn’t stop from escaping. The way her fingernails scored his skin and her breaths grew choppier until her body tensed and her pussy clenched and unclenched, trying to draw in his tongue as her cream gushed into his waiting mouth.
He tunneled his fingers into her channel and her greedy little cunt clamped down on the digits, as she came in a series of delightful little tremors. Mike pulled out his wet digits and gathering up more of her cream as he went along, circled her anus and pushed in.
“Yes, there, take me there.”
Scarlett clawed at his skin and his semi hard dick roared into action. He added another finger to stretch her, and Scarlett bucked against him like a wild thing.

“Easy, baby, I’ve got you. I’ll make this so fucking good for you.”


Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

                                                                                





 


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Monday, March 24, 2014

Cover Reveal - Love's Sorrow by Terri Rochenski

 
 
 
 
 
 
Love's Sorrow
Means of Mercy #1

by Terri Rochenski
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: April 21, 2014
Keywords: Sweet, Historical, Romance





Blurb:


Hired as a nanny for her cousin’s children, Anne Tearle finds security and a loving family. The children are a dream, but London society is a world of its own, one where a displaced farm girl has no business being. But, wealthy rake, Gavin MacKay, helps her to see associating with the upper class might not be as horrid as she first assumed.

Like all things worthwhile, love comes at a price, and the cost soon bestows more anguish than joy. Lost, but not undone, Anne must find the courage to begin life anew, or succumb to sorrow's unrelenting waves of grief.



About Terri Rochenski:

Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.

Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not playing toys, picking them back up, or kissing boo-boos, she can be found sprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

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Into the Pride by Michelle Monkou #Giveaway


What is our fascination with royalty?

Is it the fairy tales like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty or the movie spin offs like Ella Enchanted that keep us rooting for the Royal and his/her commoner love interest. Maybe it’s the undying belief that opposites do attract.

Whatever the case, we are loud with our cheers for the happy takeover of the hearts. Think of it as some form of emotional coup d’etat in favor of the underdog. The odds or Fate are stacked against the person of lower birth. He or she will not and cannot be with said Royal, until that magic spark of instant attraction, desire, and lust causes more than a few fireworks in the heart and that special “sweet” spot. No matter what, love rules the day.

Certainly in real life, there is such fascination. The British royalty and their goings on easily earn its place on international news headlines. Tourists flock to England to sightsee and meander through the museums, castles and infamous last steps of nobility with macabre recreation. Granted there are a lot of general historical sites to be seen, in England, but look at how much we spend to get close to anything royal. Overseas tourists to England spent over £19 billion (2013) according to the Office for National Statistics.

 

While European royalty is one branch of those born to rule, there are still royal kingdoms/families around the world ruling through constitution or as absolute monarchies. And there’s no shortage in those stepping into the girlfriend/boyfriend roles and then, with a crossing of the fingers, making it to be crowned royalty. The magic is like the eternal flame. Everyone looks forward to the next royal wedding.

From a writer’s perspective, when I wrote INTO THE PRIDE, I deliberately chose a ruling dynasty that is on the brink of extinction. Taking a peek into a world where personal wishes and ambitions are weighted by duty and obligations. Then, add the element of an all-out war and hard decisions that carry the burden of upholding the family legacy become more crucial. These characters’ stamina with their leadership skills, taking on responsibilities, and passionately falling in love are tested. But then, that’s why our prince and princesses, kings and queens become mythical heroes. And their soul mates are very much their equal even without a trace of a royal blood.

The Nuuba Pride Shifters--Will lead. Will love. Will fight to protect their land.

Share: Which royal family, current or past, fascinates you? A winner will receive an ecopy of Into The Pride or an ecopy from my book list, if ITP has already been purchased. Winner will be randomly selected on Sunday, 3/23. Kindle or Nook formats, upon winner’s request. Good luck.

 

 

                                            

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Michelle Monkou’s Bio

Michelle is a multi-published author with over 20 books in print and digital. She writes contemporary romances, paranormal/urban fantasy and publishes her backlist and original stories on her independent digital platform, Stella Maris Publishing. She’s a weekly contributor on USA TODAY’s Happy Ever Blog conducting author interviews, recommending and reviewing books, and providing commentary on romance fiction. She resides in Maryland writing many more stories to fill the hands and e-readers of romantic bookaholics.



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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

BTSeMag - Waking the Dead by Heather Graham

Waking the Dead by Heather Graham

Releases March 25th 2014

Blurb: They say a painting can have a life of its own…
 
In the case of Ghosts in the Mind by Henry Sebastian Hubert, that's more than just an expression. This painting is reputed to come to life—and to bring death. The artist was a friend of Lord Byron and Mary Shelley, joining them in Switzerland during 1816, "the year without a summer." That was when they all explored themes of horror and depravity in their art….
Now, almost two hundred years later, the painting appears in New Orleans. Wherever it goes, death seems to follow.
 
Danielle Cafferty and Michael Quinn, occasional partners in solving crime, are quickly drawn into the case. They begin to make connections between that summer in Switzerland and this spring in Louisiana. Danni, the owner of an eccentric antiques shop, and Quinn, a private detective, have discovered that they have separate but complementary talents when it comes to investigating unusual situations.
 
Trying to blend their personal relationship with the professional lives they've stumbled into, they learn how much they need each other. Especially as they confront this work of art—and evil. The people in the portrait might be dead, but something seems to wake them and free them to commit bloody crimes. Cafferty and Quinn must discover what that is. And they have to destroy it—before it destroys them.


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Second Nature by Krista Ames #Giveaway


 
Krista Ames

Contemporary Romance

The Wild Rose Press

58 pages, sensual heat rating

 

 

If a second chance presented itself, would you take it?

When the love of Dana's life leaves without a word, moving on is the last thing she wants to do.  Despite loving him, she believes she will never see him again but, little does she know, she's being set up for a night that will change her life forever.

Nicholas, A Navy man, did the only thing he could to save the woman he loved.  Driven by a secret, he disappeared and now returns, years later, with hope for love.  With one opportunity, will he be able to make things right, or is it just too late? 

Will she resist the desire she has for a second chance or will it be Second Nature?

 

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Excerpt:

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

 She sucked back a sob, her fight slipping away. “I’ve wanted to be mad at you for so long.” She rolled her eyes.   “Why do you have to look so damn good in that uniform?”

          He chuckled and cupped her face in his hands, lowering his head to brush his lips gently against hers.

Instant ignition.

“Oh, God, please don’t.” She placed her palms to his solid chest, feeling his muscled pecks under all that uniform. Her body trembled from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Startled by her immediate reaction to him, she pushed him away.

 “This can’t happen, Nicholas. I’m not young and naïve anymore. You broke my heart once.  I won’t let you do it again.” Whew. She hadn’t been sure she’d actually be able to say those words aloud.

 His hands dropped to his sides, not stopping her when she stepped away.

          “Dana, we need to talk. There’s a lot you don’t know about the night I left.”

 Too little too late.  She needed to flee, but couldn’t think beyond this moment. She wanted this man so much it hurt, but too much pain had been suffered. She turned, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

          He reached for her arm. 

          “It does matter, damn it. At least to me.” He ran his hand through his hair.  “Please stay, Dana. You’re here and this night is about our friends and their wedding. That’s the most important thing right now—being here for our friends.”

She hesitated.  Damn him, he was right. She was here for her friend, even though she was really pissed at Amy for purposely leading her into this mess. Amy knew full well Dana would be a wreck, but she would deal with her friend later. She avoided Nick’s eyes and just nodded in agreement.

 

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Author Bio:

Born and raised in Northern Indiana, Krista now resides in Northern Lower Michigan.  She is married to a very supportive man who allows her to follow her true passion of writing and never complains when she is pirated away on her computer for hours.  He is excellent at bouncing ideas around with and even helps the occasional writers block.  He’s also a terrific “in house” editor.  Krista is also a mother of 4 ornery children who keep her plenty busy.  With an addition of 2 beautiful chocolate lab sisters and a playful kitty, there is never a dull or spare moment in her household.

Krista has always loved to read and would often sit up for hours into the night not able to put down a book until she was finished.  She still reads when she can but her main focus is creating her own stories to share with the world.

She loves to communicate with her readers so please feel free to drop her a line anytime.

 

 

 
 

 

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