Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Breaker Zone by Nicola Cameron





BLURB:

When Dr. Nick Gardiner goes on the run from a psychotic ex and ends up at Olympic Cove, the last thing he expects to find is his friend Ian living with two redheaded demigods and learning how to be a storm god. Adding to the confusion is a wounded merman named Aidan who washes up in the cove, requiring Nick’s professional help. As it turns out, the handsome mer and his partner Liam have other plans for the ER doctor — to claim him as their agapetos, their destined mate, and fulfill his need to submit.

A chance encounter at a local junk shop reveals that Nick has his own role to play in the battle against the insane Nereid Thetis. Under the reluctant mentorship of the centaur Chiron, Nick must master the use of the Rod of Asclepius if he wants to rescue his mates from a ghastly fate and help Ian save the planet.

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    EXCERPT

    Hefting the Rod, Nick headed into the master bedroom and put it away in the closet. The bed looked insanely soft and comfortable, and he felt an intense urge to do a faceplant into the coverlet and let sleep take him away.
    Someone cleared their throat, and he turned to see Aidan and Liam in the bedroom doorway. “Where should we sleep, Nick?” Aidan asked.
    That was a good question. He scrubbed at his face, trying to think. “Do you need to go back into the water?”
    “No, we’re good for a day or two at least.”
    “Okay. I guess there’s always the guest rooms.”
    A flicker of disappointment ran through those green eyes, but Aidan nodded. “We’ll let you get some sleep.” He turned to leave.
    “No.”
    Nick’s eyebrows went up. “Excuse me?”
    “No,” Liam repeated, calm but unmovable. “We’re supposed to be your bodyguards, according to Lord Chiron. That won’t be easy if we’re sleeping in separate rooms. We need to sleep in here with you.”
    Annoyance bubbled to the surface, tempered by the allure of curling up between his mers. “Look, no offense, but I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, trying to sound firm. “I’m really tired, and I don’t think I’m up for anything tonight.”
    Liam stepped even closer. “We’re not supposed to leave you alone,” he said, hazel blue eyes shadowed in the twilit room. “Listen to me, chuisle. You’re exhausted, and understandably so. You were threatened by your former lover, and then you had to deal with one of the most powerful gods on the planet, followed immediately by a long study session. You’ve done enough for the day. Let us help you relax.”
    That low voice, like a cello with its rich intonation, was impossible to resist. “Just relax?”
    Liam smiled. “More if you’re in the mood. But it’s up to you.”
    He didn’t want to admit it, but he was already getting aroused at the thought of both of them touching him. “I … okay. Yes.”
    The tall mer took his hands, lifting each one to his mouth in turn and kissing it. “Yes, Maighstir,” he said with a smile.
    It sounded like ‘master’ with a Gaelic lilt making it into ‘maister’. Nick’s last bit of resistance disappeared, and he felt boneless with pleasure at the anticipation of what was to come. “Yes, Maighstir.”
    “Mm. Good boy.”
    ***
    Liam let Nick’s hands go. They dropped to the human’s sides and Nick’s dark head tilted, exposing the long line of muscle and tendon just waiting to be decorated with bite marks and sucking kisses. Oh, their chuisle knew how to lure attention.
    But Liam knew how to wait. Instead of putting his mouth to Nick’s offered throat, he whispered, “Now, we’re going to take off your clothes.”
    A shiver ran through Nick at that. Liam paused, trying to judge if it had been caused by lust or fear. The reality of the situation came back to him—the last time Nick had played with anyone, his trust had been shattered and his body damaged. They were swimming through shark-infested waters here, and one wrong move could drive their mate even further away from them.
    He bent close to Nick’s ear again. “If something upsets you, you will tell us immediately, do you understand? We’ll sit down tomorrow and have a long talk about what you can and cannot do, and I swear to you that Aidan and I will respect your limits. But tonight is purely for your pleasure and comfort.”
    He heard Nick swallow, and the shivering died down. “Good. Now, take a deep breath.”
    Their mate’s ribcage expanded, filling with the air all his kind needed. “Another.” Liam ran his hands over Nick’s shoulders, enjoying the feel of the curved muscle there. “Good. I’m going to take off your shirt.”
    Moving with deliberation, he slid all the buttons through their holes, tugging the smooth fabric off and tossing it to the side. He took in a soft breath, admiring Nick’s body. His muscles weren’t as pronounced as a mer’s, but his back and shoulders had beautifully delineated hollows and rises that implied strength and agility. Liam’s mouth watered with the sudden urge to bite into one firm shoulder.
    Instead, he ran just the pads of his fingertips across Nick’s skin, tracing the outline of his upper body. On the other side Aidan had stepped closer, running his own fingers along Nick’s chest and abs. Their mate made a soft, hungry noise deep in his throat, and Aidan flashed that irresistible smile. “I think you like this, chuisle.”
    “Mmm.”
    Liam leaned close, nipping Nick’s earlobe again. “Use your words,” he ordered gently.
    “Yes, I like this, Maighstir.” The response was soft, almost dreamy.
    Liam caught Aidan’s eye, then glanced down meaningfully. At the same time he slid his hands down Nick’s arms, gently ringing his wrists and drawing them behind his back. “You’re still wearing too much.”
    “Far too much,” Aidan agreed, sinking to his knees. Liam watched over Nick’s shoulder as the other mer started undoing Nick’s belt, teasingly drawing the leather through the loops, before easing down his zipper. Nick made another noise, deeper this time.
    He likes being restrained and controlled. Liam felt his own desire rise, and firmly corralled it. Tonight is for him, to show him he belongs with us.
    Nick gasped suddenly, twitching in his grip. Glancing down, Liam saw his other mate planting an open-mouthed kiss at the base of Nick’s hardening cock through his underwear.
    “Did I say you could do that, boy?” he asked Aidan, putting a growl into his voice.
    The green-eyed mer leaned back, face shadowed in the room’s dim light. “I’m sorry, Maighstir. I couldn’t resist a taste.”
    Liam was tempted to correct him, but their focus had to remain on Nick. “I’ll deal with you later,” he rumbled, and saw goosebumps rise on Nick’s skin. The idea obviously appealed. “Hm. Would you like that, chuisle? I could tie you to the headboard and make you watch me punish Aidan. I’d bend him over the end of the bed and turn his ass a lovely red as you watched. Then I’d put him on his hands and knees and fuck him while he looked at you.”
    This time both his mates groaned at the image he’d created. “I wouldn’t let him come for a long time,” Liam murmured, enjoyed the sensation of his own cock plumping out and pressing against the fabric of his shorts. “And every time I thrust into him, his mouth would come closer and closer to your cock, almost close enough to suck it. But never quite close enough. And all the time I was fucking him, all you could do is sit there, hard and aching so badly, and watch us.”
    Nick’s head dropped back onto his shoulder. “Please, Maighstir,” he whispered.
    “Mm. Such a good boy.” He nodded at Aidan, and the other mer finished taking Nick’s trousers down, then his briefs. “If you’re very good and earn it, I may let you come tonight. No promises, though.”


    BIO

    Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

    Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
                                               
             Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
             Twitter: https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaC
             Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nicola-cameron/
             Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nicola-cameron
             Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AIE4RAC

    Tuesday, December 30, 2014

    Spotlight on CJC Photography & Interview

    I’m totally stoked to have the super talented man behind CJC Photography here with me today! Thank you for joining me Christopher, showing some of your awesome work, and allowing me to pick your brain. *Smiles* I promise it won’t hurt too badly. 





     
    Tell us a little bit about yourself. Why photography? What got you into snapping pictures?

    Photography has always been something I was interested in since high school. I would always have my camera with me taking photos of everything I saw. It wasn’t until after college that I took this interest to another level. I took a certificate program through the New York Institute of Photography, had my website designed and began testing with models. Flash forward to the present… I have been featured in over 50 magazine editorials including over a dozen covers and over 44 book covers.

    Many times I gain inspiration from fantastic photographic art. Where do you gain inspiration from?

    I truly gain inspiration from my surroundings whether that is landscapes/nature/fashion/fellow photographers etc.



    I know you also make some rocking book covers. Tell us a little bit about how you ventured into the realm of cover art?

    Sophie Monroe. She visited my facebook page and inquired about one of my photos for her novel “Afflicted” which released in May 2013. After that, my main focus was working with authors on their book covers. I truly love the process of bringing their vision to life through my photos. It’s a truly rewarding experience.

    As an author, I know how important it is to have a great cover. What’s your process to get into the mind of the author to make their perfect cover which will convey the heart of their book?

    I first like to get a synopsis of the book and an idea of what the character that will be depicted on the cover is like. Then the author and I will either select a model or image that fits that theme. Authors either purchase an image I have already shot or I do a custom shoot just for them.



    What’s one of the biggest moments in your career?

    That’s a really tough question. There are so many different moments that mean a lot to me in a variety of ways. I will say my first book cover was one of my biggest moments. It really spearheaded the direction I’m currently headed in. Since that first book that came out in May 2013 I have licensed covers for 44 books. It’s truly where my whole focus within photography lies. It’s my passion.

    What’s one of the funniest moments you’ve had while taking photographs?

    I’d like to start off by saying how clumsy I ‘am, always tripping over myself. During a portrait shoot with a model I told him to be careful while walking down a small hill. I on the other hand slipped and fell down the hill and ended up getting poison ivy all over my back. Not my smoothest moment to say the least haha.

    I totally relate, since I'm quite the excerpt in tripping over myself, too :)

     

    What’s it like to work with all those sexy people you take pictures of?

    I like to get to know each model I work with before we have our photo shoot. I’m proud to say that a lot of them I have become really close friends with. During our photo shoots it’s like friends getting together to catch up while creating art. The shoot flies by and then we have a project that we’re both happy with.

    Do you have any advice for those who may have caught photo-bug fever and want to break into the business?

    Don’t get discouraged. You will hear no more often than yes. Do your research, learn your craft and PRACTICE.



    Any new and exciting projects you’ll be working on in the near future that you wish to share?

    In January, one of my models Alli and I will be shooting the cover of Michelle Iannarelli’s “Crazy Over You.” We will be attending the Halos & Horns author signing event in Manhattan in March 2015 to help promote the project and couldn’t be more excited about the event. 

    Awesome!



    Where can people find you and your work?

       
    Thanks again, Christopher for stopping by my blog and chatting with me! 

    Monday, December 29, 2014

    Roane Publishing is giving away THREE eARCs of Love’s Revenge


    Love's Revenge
    Means of Mercy #2
    Sweet, Historical Romance
    Publisher: Roane Publishing
    Release Date: January 26, 2015
    Embittered by betrayal, Anne MacKay flees London for America, where she learns she's pregnant with her abusive husband’s longed-for heir. In a society that doesn’t protect, or afford a well-to-do wife’s desire for divorce, Anne decides there is one way to exact revenge: deny the father any knowledge of his child.

    Sought after by her husband’s henchmen, Anne travels by rail and horseback, far from civilization where silk and stays are worn, let alone thought of. Lies and deceit protect her identity for a time, allowing her to birth—and grow to love—the child who was supposed to be her vengeance.

    With the help of her loyal and protective business partner, Jude Connagher, and the ranch hands in their Montana Territory valley, Anne attempts to rebuild her life under the shadow of her husband’s wrath.

    One unwise decision lands Anne in her pursuers’ clutches, tearing her from the ranch, her child, and her growing love for the one man who could redeem her from bitterness. She's left with no choice but to finally face her husband, knowing her freedom and life hang in the balance.
    ~~~oOo~~~

    The second in the Means of Mercy series, this historical romance has been likened to Downton Abby.


    And Roane Publishing is giving away THREE eARC copies to three lucky winners!
    You don’t even have to be a blogger.
    If you are willing to leave an honest review between the dates of January 26th - February 6th, you are eligible to enter.
    How? Simply fill out the form! You have until Midnight of January 3rd when three winners will be chosen by random drawing.

    Thursday, December 25, 2014

    Merry Christmas!

    I want to take this time to say thank you to all my friends, readers and fans, and to let you know your support over the years has meant the world to me. I hope this time of year finds you healthy and happy, and I wish you all great peace, joy and love.



    Merry Christmas to all!


    XoXo
    London

    Wednesday, December 24, 2014

    Razor by Jon Keys #CoverReveal





    Blurb

    James and Micah both face serious illness. Checking off things from their bucket lists, they find themselves drawn to a club like none they’d ever experienced. From the doorman’s leather kilt, to the waiter’s jockstrap uniform, they thought they had seen it all, when a tower of masculinity in leather and stainless steel walks onto the stage and turns the couples lives upside down and inside out.


    Excerpt
    Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side.  The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James's six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke.
    “Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
    He stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.”
    A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.”
    He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James's forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave of his hand. “Go. Enjoy yourself.”


      




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