Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Mid Week Tease - Bad Boy Fever #MWTease

 It's time for Mid Week Tease 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 is a little somethin' from my current WIP, Spanked by the Bad Boy, which will be the first book in my Bad Boy Fever series.  I shared a little of Declan and Tiffany's story on a previous MWT, and I'm oh, so close to the complition of their story with Spanked. *Smiles*


As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional fa├žade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad-boys. But when the owner of DC Construction enters her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.

Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and that prissy attitude of hers, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.

Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will the indiscretion of her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

Unedited Excerpt:

Declan’s eyes rounded when Ms. Brooks stepped out, came around, and gave a bump to the car door with her hip. She’d done something different with her hair. Her long locks didn’t flow past her shoulders like usual, but had been pulled up, freeing the canvas of her neck. She stood there in a tight tan skirt that ended well above her sexy knees, wearing a sleeveless white, almost see through blouse that had a plunging neck line. She was legs, cleavage and curves. It took him a minute to realize that tucked under her arm, a long cylinder protruded. The new specs from Matthew, he guessed. In her hand, she balanced a box from Dunkin Donuts and what looked like his hoodie. When she started to teeter, he wanted to grump at her for wearing fucking high heels to a construction site and trying to navigate her way through a gravel drive.

     What in the hell was she thinking?

     She was half way to his office when he heard the muffled sounds of men hooting. Son of a bitch. He’d go out and greet her and that would put an end to their hound-dog behavior. At least it damn well better. He paused for a moment, and considered he didn’t want his men to be looking at her. The realization took him aback. He was darkly possessive of a woman he knew hardly anything about, other than she had a penchant for prim prissiness, tended to date losers who wore expensive suits because she had some crazy notion that would somehow better herself, did a little snort when she laughed, and worked for Matthew Stoub. Hell, he’d never even touched her. Well, not really. Not in a way that would count. Frowning, he supposed he was going to need to remedy both situations by getting to know her and by most assuredly touching her in interesting places.

     Shoving his ponderings to the back of his thoughts, he put his Coke can on the top of the AC, and roughly opened his office door before he stepped onto the landing. The whistles and other vulgar noises coming from the workers stopped. He smirked. Happy to know his presence shut them the hell up.

     “What happened to Matthew?” he asked as he practically ran down the stairs to get to her.

     “Mr. Stoub had a scheduling conflict.” She held up the box of donuts. “I brought snacks though.” She took a step and lurched.

     Declan looked down. One of her heels had sunk into the gravel. He took a hold of the donut container she had, taking it in one hand, helping her with his other. She latched on to his forearm and wiggled her foot until she was free.

     “Ah ha!” Her face beamed as if the un-lodging was a eureka moment, and let loose of her hold on his arm.

     “Don’t you know those things are hazardous to your health? Especially wearing them to a construction site. We have rocks, nails, dirt piles, planks, heavy equipment that cause ruts, and generally nasty stuff going on out here.”

     Tiffany sniffed. “They match my skirt, and besides, I always wear high heels.”

     She started walking on the balls of her feet, clearly trying to keep the back of those stupid shoes up off the ground. Declan grinned. She looked adorable trying to walk that way.

They had made the short trek across the gravel and were at the base of the stairs when he bounded up them and held the door open for her.

     “After you, Ms. Brooks.”

     “Thanks,” she said.

     She carefully ascended the five steps, and he had the pleasure of watching her do so, then breeze past where he stood. His gaze went to her luscious backside.

     She has one hell of an ass.

     As soon as she stepped inside his office, she glanced over her shoulder at him. He stopped imagining all the things he wanted to do to her rounded bottom—like spank that ass until it turned the perfect shade of strawberry red—and stared into her eyes.

     “Are you coming in, Mr. Cage?”

     “Yep,” he said.

     He went in and shut the door behind them, ticked that he was semi-erect beneath his jeans from nothing more than watching her walk past him, but she did shake her assets while wearing a skirt that clung to her like a second skin. Still, he wasn’t a horny teenager. Hell, in his thirty-one years, he’d seen plenty of beautiful women shake what the good Lord gave them, and it didn’t make him sport a stiff one so quickly like it did with her. 

     Declan placed the donut container on the table by the coffee cups before turning around to see her again. She had already put the cylinder containing the blueprints on his desk with his sweater folded neatly alongside it, and was seated on the black leather couch across from him—legs crossed—her skirt riding up into dangerous territory. Shit. Ms. Brooks possessed this type of innate sexuality that turned everything she did, from the batting of her long lashes, to the way she sensually moved, into a real peep show that he wanted to observe.

     “Damn, Sugar. You sure know how to tempt a man.”

     She fiddled with her earring. “I’m not here to tempt you, Mr. Cage. I’m here because my boss asked me to bring you those prints.” Her blue eyes briefly gazed at the tube on his desk before she returned to an eye-to-eye stare with him. “I’m to let you know Mr. Stoub will call you later on today. I’m supposed to apologize for his scheduling conflict. Thus, the donuts.” She looked at him in a way she’d never done before. Her face wasn’t as smugly cool and impassive as it usually was when she spoke to him, but softer somehow. “And, on a more personal note, thank you for the other night and the use of your sweater. I washed it, so it’s clean.”

     “You’re welcome, but you didn’t need to go through all the trouble of washing it.”

     “It wasn’t any trouble.” She slowly slid one ankle up and down the back of her calf. “You should grab a donut while their still fresh.”

     “Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” He paused. Feeling his body harden more as she stroked the side of her neck with her fingertips and imagined them stroking him. “Not for donuts, anyway.”

     “What are you hungry for?”

     “You,” he said.

     She tilted her head. Considering, he thought, and then without even so much as a bat of an eyelash she said in a seductive voice, “I’m not on the menu.”

     “Dressed the way you are, sitting on my sofa the way you are…” He scrubbed his palm down the back of his head, exasperated. “You are pure temptation. But then again, I’m sure you already know that.”

    She lifted her chin. Defiantly.  “I don’t know anything of the sort.”


     She started to get up. “Perhaps I should go.”

     He intended to call her bluff. What’s more, he was the better poker player in this game they had going on.

     He went to the door, put his hand on the knob, and scowled back at her. “Perhaps you should.”

     She rose gracefully from where she was seated, and crossed the not so large area that separated them.

     She put her hand on top of his. “Move, so I can turn the doorknob.”

     He removed his much larger hand from beneath her warm palm. She stood there. A hesitation. He bent down and lightly skimmed his nose up the cord of her exposed neck, taking in her delicious scent of soap and something sweetly floral, pausing when he came to her ear.

     “Go, then. No one is stopping you,” he whispered.

     Her slight tremble called to him on a primal level that ratcheted up his need to possess her. To feel her body against his. To kiss those full rosy-pink lips. She was going to burn him alive when he finally tasted them.

     Control. He needed to gain control, not go at her like some sort of an animal, but Ms. Brooks tested him. Ignoring the big red stop sign flashing inside his head, he went for her shoulders, spun her around to face him, and took her lips, because that’s what it was—a taking.

     She melted against him, opened her mouth, and jostled her tongue with his. Her surrender was what he’d been looking for. What he needed. His knee went between her legs and pressed. When she ground herself on him, he groaned.

     Declan plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth, and she took him, giving just as good as she got. The taste of her was an explosion of cinnamon and feminine lust. He slid his hands down her bare arms, wrapped his long fingers around her wrists, manacling them.

     She tore her mouth from his, turning her head to the side.

     “Let me go,” she said.

     “Is that what you really want, Tiffany?”


     Another hesitation.

     “Or maybe what you want me to do is take you back to that couch.” Her gaze shot to the black leather sofa she’d been seated on. The pulse in her wrist thumped wildly against his thumb. “Yeah,” he said. “You’d like that.” She slowly shook her head, and slipped her lip between her teeth. “You want me to hike up your skirt, pull down your panties, and make you ride my hard cock, all sweet like.”


Midwife to Destiny by Nana Prah #Giveaway

Midwife to Destiny
Nana Prah
Destiny Series, Book 1
Contemporary Romance, Multicultural

Ghanaian nurse Aurora ‘Ora’ Aikins never expected to find the love of her life while on vacation in South Africa. Engaged to another and believing that love has no place in her life, she returns to Ghana, and puts duty and honor first.

Three years later, Dr. Jason Lartey still can’t get Ora out of his mind or his heart. After learning she never married, he takes a risk and moves to Ghana hoping to rekindle what they started. His sudden appearance in Ora’s Emergency Department sends sparks flying all over again.

They’re in the same country, working in the same hospital, and together but distance creeps between them. Can they make their destined love one for the ages?  

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The pain pulsing through Aurora ‘Ora’ Aikins’ injured wrist transitioned into a delicious, unfamiliar tingle when Dr. Lartey touched it.

“It’s just my luck to come on vacation and get hurt,” she huffed in frustration as she forced herself to not sigh at the pleasure his gentle probing touch evoked.

“You were very lucky. The x-ray shows your wrist isn’t broken, but you sustained a very bad sprain so you have to be careful with it,” he said, sounding all business-like.

Each time he touched her wrist, her stomach twisted and her awareness of him as a man, with the need to get to know him better, intensified.

These sensations unnerved her but the gorgeous man she had the privilege of calling her doctor seemed unaffected.

His confident stride had drawn her attention when he’d entered the consulting room. His spicy, with a citrusy undertone, cologne filled the sterile hospital air, making her nostrils flare to take in more of his unique scent. Deep brown eyes had perused her chart as she’d taken in his short-cropped hair, high cheekbones, and thick lips that brought kissing into her mind. Dark smooth skin rivalled the richness of high quality chocolate.

Ora scanned the emergency room cubicle, which had become smaller with the doctor’s broad-shouldered, towering stature, for cameras. Could she be on a reality TV show? Starring in one had never been a life objective, but the crew might have caught her unaware. No visible cameras, but those producers were sneaky and could place one inside a stethoscope.

Nana Prah was born in Ghana, West Africa, raised in the US and currently resides in Ghana where she loves her job as a writer and nurse educator. She has been writing since she can remember (in her journal) and has been an avid reader of romance novels since the eighth grade. She has finally been able to utilize the years and years of inadvertent research into writing her own romance novels where love always conquers all.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Cover Reveal - Light's Bane by Lucy Varna


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Daughter of the People Book#2

Daniella Nehring is a fierce warrior with a turbulent past. Born in the earliest days of World War II to unknown parents, she was raised by Rebecca Upton, one of the People’s most notable leaders. Dani has always had questions about her parents’ identities, information Rebecca refuses to reveal, leaving a gaping hole in Dani's own identity.

Dani travels to New York on Rebecca's orders to search for the mysterious woman who stole a copy of the Prophecy of Light from the People. There, she teams up with Dave Winstead, an FBI agent working undercover with the People's most ancient and deadly enemy. Dave has a soft spot for the young warrior that divides his loyalties between her and the job he took in order to fulfill a promise he made a decade and a half before, a promise he's determined to keep, no matter what the cost.


As Dani and Dave are drawn deeper into the hunt for the missing artifact, Dani's immortality is jeopardized, and with it, her ability to reclaim the Prophecy. When she learns the truth about her heritage, Dani is forced to choose between her heart and her duty, and must confront her past in a struggle that will change her life forever.


Genre Paranormal Romance
Expected Publication Date June 13th 2014
Author Bio:

Lucy Varna lives in Georgia, surrounded by her large, extended family.

Lucy has been a reader for as long as she can remember. After devouring every suitable book in her house, she moved on to newspapers, encyclopedias, and telephone directories. In desperation for new reading material, she began crafting her own stories, and thus was a writer born.
In addition to reading, writing, and studying dead people, Lucy enjoys knitting, music, and long drives through the countryside during autumn. Most of all, she likes to spend time with her family, particularly her teen-aged son, who is nearly as odd as she is. As the old family saying goes, "The nut don't fall too far from the tree." Poor kid.
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Monday, April 28, 2014

Undone by His Desire by Dilys J. Carnie #Giveaway

Undone by His Desire by Dilys J. Carnie


Genre: Contemporary Romance


A lone woman…a mysterious stranger…and a secret.


When Daisy Wallace meets Micah, a man of mystery, she is bowled over by an instant attraction. A passionate encounter follows, but he's holding back and Daisy doesn't understand why.


Micah King has been retained by a client to locate the triplet daughters that she gave up for adoption, and he's pretty sure Daisy is the youngest of the girls. He wants to tell Daisy the truth, but before he can he needs to verify that she is indeed the woman he's looking for. He never meant to get involved with her, but she's just so tempting.


When Daisy finds out the truth will she be able to forgive Micah's lie by omission? After all, he's deceived her from the first moment she laid eyes on him, and she's had her fill of deceitful men. And can she forgive the woman who gave her up thirty years ago?


Content Warning: contains adult language and explicit sex





"I like it here…with you…in the kitchen." His words were enunciated slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, pressing her back into the hardness…it was no good, she couldn't go back any further.


"Uh-huh." Daisy cleared her throat, trying to eradicate the huskiness present every time she'd spoken to him that morning.


Micah's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, Daisy?"


"Nothing." She licked her lips.


"Yes, there is. Are you regretting last night?"


She swallowed, but her throat was bone dry. "Last night." She sucked in a breath as he stood in front of her and his hands landed on either side of her with a thud, coming to rest on the countertop.


"Have you got a boyfriend?"


She shook her head. "No."


"Keep it that way."


"Pardon me."


"Don't go looking for one…we have unfinished business."


She lifted her hands and pushed at his hard chest, which of course was a complete waste of time. "Now look here, you can't tell me what to do."


"Yes, I can." He kissed her hard, short, and succinct, and the power behind it made her knees tremble.


"No, you can't. If I want to go out and find a man, I will." She spoke defiantly with her chin held high, but it was lost in the fact that her chin only came up to his chest, and she had to strain further to look him in the eye. Her fingers tingled at the heat emanating from him. The smooth cotton of his shirt was soft to the touch, and his heartbeat was strong as the beat echoed against her fingertips.


"I don't think so."


"Excuse me." She pulled her head back and looked at him.


"Don't start thinking that you can bed someone else."


Her cheeks heated as she tried to push him away. "What the hell? You can't tell me who I can go to bed with…you hardly know me, and you most certainly don't have the right."


"After last night…you do want me, and if I hadn't stopped we would have been in that bed together. I would've made you forget whatever it is that has made you lose your confidence. You're one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I've ever met, and when I do what I have to…I'm going to show you exactly how much I really want you."


"That's just arrogant."


His smile was slow and sexy, and she was pretty sure that had he not been holding her up she would've glided to the floor in a stream of unbridled lust. His hardness was pressed against her stomach.


"Arrogant?" He shook his head. "No, that's not justifying the way I feel, but I'm confident you feel the same way."


"You think so, huh?" When she'd offered him a bed last night he'd refused.


He kissed her again, a little slower this time. Their kisses were hotter than a sauna on a cold day. She could hear the baby in the background, but it was as if she was a distant voice.


He parted from her just enough to speak and she watched his lips move. They were sexy, and she had to push herself to listen to what he was saying.


"I have to fly out today. I have a meeting tomorrow I need to be at, but when Amy goes down for her nap, we need to talk. I need to tell you why I'm here."


She frowned as his words penetrated her sex-befuddled mind. "What do you mean why you're here? I thought it was something to do with a golf course?"


"Actually…that was a lie."


"I knew there was something not quite right about that. If a golf course was going to be built I would've known. Jeez, you can't sneeze on this island without everybody knowing before you've even finished." She narrowed her eyes. Something was definitely going on. She pushed him away, catching him off balance.


* * * *


The look of worry that crossed her features made Micah want to kick himself. He hadn't meant to say anything, but damn it all to hell, he didn't seem to have much control over anything when she was around, including speech. He was trained to take all kinds of torture and not say a word, and now he only had to look at her and he was like some dribbling teenager.


"Daisy, I'm–" Before he could get his words out the frantic tone of her voice stopped him.


"You're from them, aren't you?" She leaned over, lifted Amy up from her chair and wrapped her arms around the baby. "You can just go back and tell whoever it is you work for that I don't have it…zilch…zitto, and even if I did, you wouldn't get a dime from me."




~About the Author~


My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey on the west coast of North Wales. Anglesey has been my home since the age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from Scotland.


I'm the proud mother of two grown children. My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher, and my son Christopher is part of the family business.


I'm a health freak and a vegetarian. Pilates class combined with visiting the gym at least four times a week keeps me fit. I love clothes, makeup, and having my nails and hair done. I'm just a girl's girl.


If I'm not in my office pounding the keys I'm sitting in my favorite chair reading books and discovering new authors on my Kindle.


As a young child I loved to write. I always carried a notebook and pen around with me and wrote about everything. I never thought for one moment I would ever be able to pick up a book with my name on it and say "I wrote that". It was a dream come true when I signed with a publisher for my first book in November 2012. So, dare I say at the young age of fifty I think it's time for me to see if those dreams are everything that I hope they will be.


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