Monday, August 25, 2014

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Earth Enchanted
Elemental Magic #1
By Brynna Curry

Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too. Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!


To Take Up The Sword
Elemental Magic #2
By Brynna Curry

Missing diamonds and a killer on the loose…will a schoolteacher and FBI agent escape with their lives and hearts intact? After the acquittal of Gueraldi's right hand and favored killer for hire, Ashton Smythe, Special Agent Gabriel Spiller takes time away from his work with the FBI. Having failed in his mission to avenge his lost would be lover, Serena Roarke, Gabe returns to Alabama in search of the missing diamonds needed to reopen the investigation and to lay low from the death threats he's received since Smythe went free. Almost two years after her sister's death, Leannan O'Neal feels the loss of Serena more now than ever. A secret meeting between them before she died left Lea with an ugly figurine and nothing but questions. Hang-up calls at work and a trashed house reminds her of the card Serena gave her. "If you find yourself in trouble, go to him and only him" were the last words her sister spoke to her. With Smthye out for revenge and hot on her heels, Lea goes on the run in search of Serena's 'Angel', but how long can Gabe keep her alive, and is the cost worth more than her life?


Wait for the Wind
Elemental Magic #3
By Brynna Curry

Kate O'Connell grew up loved by the Corrigan family, all the while suffering from the inescapable reality of her own alcoholic father. At a young age she gave her heart and innocence to Ryan Corrigan. For once happiness seemed within her reach, until in one horror-filled night, the monster she called 'Daddy' changed everything. Too many misunderstandings forced Kate and Ryan apart, but now Kate's come home to open her clinic and raise her daughter, Allaina, closer to his family. Will she be able to open Ryan's heart to his magic? Ryan is glad to be back on Irish soil, but the reason he left still haunts him. As he tries to build a new life and redeem his past, can he forgive Kate and reclaim his healing gift in time to save his sister and her twins?


Sea’s Sorceress
Elemental Magic #4
By Brynna Curry

Love can come along at the most inconvenient times... Skye Corrigan treasures family above all else. Standing by his best friend Rhia while she suffers the heartache of losing her father to cancer has strengthened their childhood bond. Lately Rhia affects him in ways she never has before. Rhiannon O'Malley shares Skye's past and hopes for a future with him, but love must come with a willing heart. Her father's terminal illness has left her in charge of the family pub. Skye has always been there for her, but when their relationship changes, will she find the courage to claim the future? Or will a thousand-year-old curse keep its grip on two hostage hearts?


Fire’s Ice
Elemental Magic #5
By Brynna Curry

Ultimate power, or endless love? Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his. Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love—a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart.

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Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three children. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity. When she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards, shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful adventure.

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Friday, August 22, 2014

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The Dirty Blonde
A Vic Fallon Mystery Series

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A tough private eye gets involved with a blonde beauty in a search for her missing husband—but how many more wives are waiting in the wings?

Former cop Vic Fallon is content to live in Sandusky, Ohio, on his disability settlement and take the occasional private eye job when he isn’t fishing. He doesn’t really want to get involved in a missing persons case, but when Amy Bergen arrives from Tennessee looking for her estranged husband who’s avoiding divorce court, Vic is taken in by her southern charm and agrees to help her. His search brings him into contact with a local gangster wannabe, a crooked cop and a gambling syndicate. When another woman shows up claiming to be the missing man’s wife, the case takes a bizarre turn. Can Vic find the wayward husband before all of his wives catch up with him? Will his feelings for Amy develop into something more than professional?

Vic took a seat at the bar and was approached by the bartender, Charlie McCoy. Charlie was a large Bulgarian with a barrel chest and a thick accent that twenty years in the U.S. hadn’t diminished. 

“I’ll take my usual, Charlie,” Vic said.

Charlie drew a Great Lakes Lager from the tap then set the mug on the bar. “Vic, there some bimbo lookin’ for you,” he said in his gruff basso voice.

Vic took a sip of beer. “What bimbo?”

Charlie jerked his head toward the corner of the small lounge. “That bimbo.”

Vic looked in the direction Charlie indicated and eyed the petite blonde as she daintily sipped a glass of lemonade. She was wearing a low-cut yellow sundress with a floral print that came to rest a few inches above her knees and showed off the cleavage of her small, firm breasts. I’d say about a 34B if I’m any judge of these things. His eyes wandered further down her toned legs. Vic’s gaze homed in on the small gold ring on the fourth toe of her left foot.

Her hair wasn’t blonde in the true sense of the word, but more of a blonde-mixed-with-light-brown shade, and fell to her shoulders with enough inward flip to make it look sexy. We used to call it “dirty blonde.”  I always thought the name was a double entendre. Wonder if it’s her natural hair color?  

He turned to look in Charlie’s direction. “Not bad.”

“If you like ‘em scrawny.” He gave a gruff chuckle that made his belly shake. “Me? I like ‘em with a little meat, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen the lady wrestlers you go out with. How long has she been waiting?”

“Through two lemonades.”

“Neat or with a chaser?”

“Straight up. You want me to give her the bum rush?”

Vic looked at her again and grinned. “That wouldn’t be polite.”

Vic slid off the stool then strolled his lean six-foot frame across the room. He smiled cordially. “Hi. My name’s Vic Fallon. I understand you’re looking for me.”

She looked him up and down, taking in his wrinkled shirt and unshaven face. She smiled politely and extended her hand. “Amy Bergen. Won’t you sit down?”

Vic took a seat and set his mug on the table. Before he could ask what her business was Amy beat him to the punch. “I must say you’re not quite what I expected.”

“Next time I’ll wear a clean shirt.” He sipped his beer. “What can I do for you?”

She cleared her throat. “I was given your card by a Detective David Becker.”

Good ol’ Becker, always throwing something my way. I wonder what he wants this time? “Why did Detective Becker give you my name?”

“I’m from Lenoir City, Tennessee. It’s just outside Knoxville. Have you ever been there?”

“Can’t say I have. Is it worth a look?”

“It’s okay, I guess. I came up here to find my ex-husband, Carl. I mean, he will be my ex-husband as soon he signs the divorce papers. That’ll leave me free to be with Aaron.”


“Aaron Tripplehorn. He’s an assistant undertaker.”

An assistant undertaker. How thrilling.  “And Detective Becker thought this would interest me why?”

“He said he can’t look for Carl because he hasn’t broken any laws. Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Once or twice. Do you want someone to track Carl down and force him into divorce court under the threat of being thrown into Lake Erie?”

Amy looked curiously at him. “You don’t act much like an investigator.”

“I’ll try harder to live up to your expectations.”

“Detective Becker said you do this sort of thing sometimes, and since he was unable to help me, he suggested I look you up.” She leaned across the table and lowered her voice.  “I don’t want to be nosy but who’s that scary-looking man behind the bar?”

“Charlie McCoy.”

“McCoy? He doesn’t sound Irish.”

“That’s because he’s Bulgarian. He used to be a strong man with the circus but he got tired of all the traveling, changed his name and settled here.”

“What’s his real name?”

Vic shrugged. “I could never pronounce it. Why do you think your husband’s here?”

“My attorney got his most recent credit card charges.”

She took a folded piece of paper from her purse and handed it to him. Vic read the entries, noting gasoline and meal charges from Tennessee to northern Ohio, along with a room at the La Quinta Inn in Sandusky, taken out three days earlier.

“I went to that motel as soon as I got here this morning,” Amy continued, “but he’d already checked out. That’s when I went to the police.”

Vic swallowed more beer. Tracking down a deadbeat husband isn’t my idea of fun but I’m getting bored with fishing and don’t have any other cases grabbing my time. On the plus side, she’s cute and easy on the eyes. How did a mortician’s assistant get so lucky? 

“Why would he come here?”

Amy exhaled a deep breath. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t know. That’s what I want you to find out.”

“And to get him to sign your divorce papers so you can hook up with Aaron Tripplehorn, the assistant undertaker.” 

“Are you mocking me because I’m from the south?”

“No, I do this with everyone.”

“I’m not sure I care for your manner.”

“Gee, you haven’t found one thing you like about me yet, have you?”

Author Bio:
Tim Smith is an award-winning author of numerous books, from romantic mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance photographer. When he isn’t pursuing these two passions, he can often be found in The Florida Keys, doing research in between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Pina Colada.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

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Make Me Surrender – included novella by Tina Donahue

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The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Dark Wolf Enterprises
A.M. Griffin
Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges
Amy Ruttan
A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
Anya Richards
Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction
Cynthia D’Alba
One exhausted cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin
Danica Avet
A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name
Felice Fox
Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey
One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love
Lynne Silver
A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Sabrina York
A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin
Sayde Grace
A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender
Tina Donahue
When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

Blurb for Tina Donahue’s Make Me Surrender (menage):
She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.

When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.

Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.

Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.

Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

Shaking off her uncertainty, Mercy pulled a plate from beneath the counter. On it was her gift to Travis and Dutch. Treats she always offered them when they came here.

Travis reached the counter first, his long fingers wrapped around a bottle of Lipton’s Iced Tea and three packages of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

Mercy’s mouth went dry. She imagined his hands on her, the pads of his thumbs dragging over her nipples, sending a thrum of delight through her body.

She managed a wobbly smile. He produced an interested grin, making a dimple in his beard-shadowed cheek. Her belly fluttered and her heart sank. His attention was on the plate she’d set out, not her.

“Hey,” she murmured, soft and warm.

His gaze flicked up. A flash of heat burned in his dreamy eyes before it faded beneath what appeared to be confusion. As though he hadn’t expected that sultry greeting to have come from her. “Hey.”

His voice was so fucking deep and rough, Mercy had difficulty breathing. Jill made a noise that sounded too turned on. Mercy kicked her friend’s running shoe; an order for her to beat it.

Jill pivoted and hurried off, her narrow shoulders drawn to her skinny body, her blonde ponytail bouncing over her thin neck.

“Want one?” Mercy breathed to Travis. She stroked the lip of the plate with the same care she would his balls and cock. If he’d only let her.

Travis studied her breasts as though he’d never noticed them before, which he hadn’t. Given the unusual summer heat, the air conditioning had kicked on, making it nicely chilly in here. The cold air had pebbled Mercy’s nipples against her stretchy cotton tee. When she’d seen him and Dutch pull up, she’d ditched her shapeless Fast Fill jacket.

Travis’s sexy smile said he appreciated her boobs.

Mercy pulled back her shoulders to give him an even better look at her chest.

Joining them, Dutch dropped packs of M&M’s and Lay’s potato chips on the counter. “What’s this?” He regarded the plate.

Travis dragged his attention back to the gourmet cupcakes. Mercy had baked them this morning, hoping he and Dutch would show up as they usually did on Sunday afternoons. Their only time off.

“Breakfast and dessert,” she cooed.

Travis lifted one dark eyebrow. Dutch had finally discovered her tight-as-hell nipples and remained riveted on them. “Huh?”

Mercy’s skin prickled with excitement and more than a little lust. “Technically, they’re bacon and banana cupcakes, with maple, peanut butter, and bacon topping.”

She ran her finger over the edge of one then offered a taste of the frosting to both men. Eager to know who’d lick her first. “Try it. It’s as good as the other stuff I’ve given you.”

They reached for her at the same time, their hands bumping each other. Dutch curled his fingers around her wrist. Before he could lift her hand, Travis drew Mercy’s finger between his lips.

She blinked wildly. Her pulse pounded out of control at the wet heat of his mouth and Dutch running his thumb over her wrist. Travis suckled gently, swirling his tongue around Mercy’s nail, driving her crazy with need.

“Hmm.” His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.

She fought an insane urge to lick it and his bristly throat.

“You should try this,” he said to Dutch.

“I was about to.” He twisted his mouth at her finger still damp from Travis’s awesome tongue. Dutch kept stroking her skin, until he seemed to realize what he was doing. After releasing her, he grabbed a cupcake and devoured half of it in one bite. Frosting clung to the corners of his mouth.

Mesmerized, Mercy watched him chew.

He swallowed. “Fuck—I mean, damn, this is good. Even better than the other ones you’ve made.”

Travis nodded as he gobbled his cupcake. Another strand of hair swayed forward, grazing his unshaven cheek.

Sex radiated from them, weakening every part of Mercy’s body, making her reckless and bold.

“I have a proposition,” she whispered.

Dutch’s chews slowed. Travis forced down a swallow and frowned. “What? Didn’t hear that.”

She spoke louder. “A proposition. I have one.”

Author Bio:
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

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Gifted: An Anthology

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In these four installments we follow four young women as they discover love and their own strength. 

My Traitorous Heart:
When Miriah Anderson finds a rose on her door, it can only mean one thing- her former lover and once savior has returned; together they must put her demons to rest to ensure not only their lives, but their future together. Nearly two years have passed since Miriah was abducted and tortured at the hands of a demon-beast. Now, after leaving her to face her recovery alone, James is back, begging for her help. Miriah must put her fear aside in order to end her nightmare once and for all now that the hunters have been lead to her door step. Through her eyes we watch as she works with James and realizes the spark of their love is still present. Can she trust him not to leave her in her moment of weakness again?

Whispers on the Wind:
The darkness is coming and it's up to Rebecka to stop it before it takes over, destroying the whole town and everyone in it. Tyler knows her secret and is determined to help, whether she wants it or not. With time growing short, he must take aggressive action and inform her of a fate beyond their control. Will Rebecka crumble under the pressure? Or can they find a way to work together to banish the coming of an endless night?

Heart of the Hurricane:
After a tragic accident takes the lives of Alyssa's mom and sister, she is left alone to piece her life back together. With the aid of her life coach-Ryan, she has to overcome her fears, if she wants to obtain her heart's desire. Is she strong enough to overcome her past and become the woman she was meant to be?

When the Earth Shakes:
Between planning her best friend's wedding, working full time, and dealing with family issues, Lyla needs a vacation. When she's gifted a week long trip to get to know her last remaining grandparent, she has no idea how much her life is about to change. Through Lyla's perspective, we are taken on a journey of self discovery as she falls in love and learns the power of forgiveness.

From My Traitorous Heart (Book One in the Anthology):
A scarlet rose was taped to my door. This could only mean one thing- he was back. I felt my heart skip a beat as I reached out to take the red rose. I caught my thumb on one of the protruding thorns and immediately put it to my lips. Of course his return would be marked in blood, I thought.
I opened the door with my free hand. Locking the door had never become a habit of mine. I lived in a relatively safe neighborhood (if any could be considered such anymore) and had my own special set of defenses. Perhaps, though, I would start, if for no other reason than the annoyance it would cause.
I took the rose straight to the kitchen and got down the smallest vase I had. At 5'2”, it was a reach for me to get to the top shelf , which should show the frequency I have use to display fresh flowers. They'd been gifts from someone I had come to think of as just short of forgotten, which is why I failed to get rid of them.
I filled the vase with luke-warm water, humming as I went about the unplanned chore. I slid the flower's stem gently into the glass vase. I had no desire to remove the thorns; they would do well to remind me: even the most beautiful creations can be dangerous. 

From Whispers on the Wind (Book Two in the Anthology):
Thinking on her feet had never been one of her strong suits. As a rule, she didn't give into impulses. Today she had, and more and more she had come to regret the decision. “So, you intend to keep secrets, then?”

He knew she was stalling for time. A slow smile spread across his face. “I suppose you have a right to know, but given the circumstances, I think I'll keep my secret for now. You, though,” he stood now, slowly moving towards the woman who was just shy of cowering in his living room, “Have no secrets.”

“Don't come any closer,” she warned, some internal alarm tickling her solar plexus.

“This is my house and I'll go where I please.” He took a step forward, then another.

Rebecka's heart was beating furiously in her chest. She took a deep breath. “Stay away from me.”

“Is that what you really want, my little wind sorceress?”

Focus, she told herself, And breathe. That was all she'd been taught. She had no sense of control, but usually her will was accomplished. Then again, prior attempts had always occurred when her nerves weren't stretched so thin and her mind was relaxed and open. “Last warning.” Her cerulean eyes frosted over with a glaze of power. He continued his pursuit.

She waved her hand. The handful of books on the shelf flew off and landed with a loud thud against the wooden floor. Concentrate, she thought and waved her hand again. His chestnut hair fluttered in the unnatural breeze, but still he continued his advance.

“You're going to have to do better than that, sweetheart.” He was upon her now. “I don't back down easily.” In one swift movement, he grabbed her hands in his and pinned them above her head. He bent his head closing the few inches that separated their faces. “What motivates you?”

She felt paralyzed as his breath whispered over her skin. The pressure continued on her wrists as she tried to pull them free and push him away. And then his lips met hers and she felt something inside herself break. The flood gates fractured, her power rushed out from her very core and sent the man flying across the room. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but she let her instincts guide her.

From Heart of the Hurricane (Book Three in the Anthology)
Sorrow filled Alyssa's deep aqua eyes as she stared at the shallow pool before her. She couldn't give into the memories that always waited just beneath the surface, threatening to consume her.

“It's all about control,” she let Ryan's velvet voice wash over her, grounding her in the present. “Focus on your breathing.” He took hold of her hand, “We'll do this together.”

Alyssa didn't speak as they took their first step together into the luke warm pool. The water climbed over her ankle and a tremor of fear ran through her body.

“Relax, Aly. Clear your mind. Now, let's take another step.”

She grit her teeth and tightened her grip on his hand. For three weeks she had been meeting with Ryan as they worked together to banish her fear. She had to admit, it was helping. When she first started coming, just the sight of a puddle had sent her into an almost paralyzing fear.... Now, she was standing in water that rose half way up her slender calves.

“Okay. Now, look down,” he instructed; his voice acting as a shield against the darkness in her mind.

She did as she was told. After all, this is what she paid him for. For the price he charged, she expected no less than miraculous results. She saw the clear water stretching out in front of her, too deep to classify as a kiddie pool, but Ryan assured her it was the perfect depth for an aquaphobic like her to start in.

Panic raced through her system; she felt the adrenaline build in her body's natural fight or flight instinct. She had an overwhelming urge to get away, but Ryan's hand in hers kept her in place. Her body trembled and she could swear she saw waves forming in what should have been still water.

From When the Earth Shakes (Book Four in the Anthology)
“Maybe that's because nobody ever looked at you like I do.” Where'd that come from? “But I think you're wrong. I think my grandmother saw your potential. I didn't know her well, but she never struck me as the type of person to tolerate weakness on any scale.”

He chuckled, “You'd be right. I always just thought it was because everyone always spent all their time fawning over my sister.”

“I think you have as much to learn as I do.” I hadn't moved my hand away from his face. Lightly I stroked my fingers over his firm jaw line. The light stubble he had growing was prickly on my fingertips, but the skin beneath was smoother than I anticipated. I thought with all the hours he spent in the sun, his skin would have taken on a more leathery consistency.

He didn't seem to mind my casual exploration of his features. “Let's do something tomorrow,” he suggested.

I dropped my hand. What was I getting myself into here? I was definitely attracted, but I'd been attracted to other guys before. Never like this, though, I reminded myself. The intensity I felt when I was with him wasn't just for him, but more like he made all my senses come alive. The sun was brighter, the air sweeter, the world itself was more vibrant. “I don't know,” I hoped my voice wasn't shaking as much as my insides were.

“Tomorrow,” he spoke as if there was no chance I would say no. How could he know he was the sun and I was but a measly planet trapped in orbit of this insane gravitational pull? Could he be feeling it, too?

“I'm leaving in a couple days, Rob.”

The light in his eyes dimmed as if my reminder caught him off guard. “Then,” he continued, a firm resolve in the velvety smooth voice of his, “Give me a chance to show you a night you won't forget.”

Everything about him seemed cool, calm, confident... Everything except those eyes that seemed to be pleading with me on some base level. Something was telling me he needed me as badly as I needed him. “But Grand-dad,” I started.

“Will be busy,” he finished for me. “He's got a standing monthly date with a couple of his buddies. They've been getting together like this for years.”

“Oh.” And just like that, I was all out of his excuses.

Author Bio: 
A stay-at-home wife and mother of two incredible boys, Sandra enjoys writing fiction dealing with supernatural aspects. She lives in Missouri, although she has lived in several other states including: Arizona (where she was born), Colorado, Florida, South Dakota, Kansas, Montana, Iowa, California, Ohio and Michigan.

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

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Love’s Sacrifice
(The Billionaire Banker Series – Book 5)
By Georgia Le Carre

(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)

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Some secrets won’t stay silent...

An evening out at the theatre for Lana and Blake ends prematurely with shocking news.

Frantic, the couple rush home to discover their worst fears. And Blake is forced to confront the realization that his new family is on a collision course with his past — caught in the crossfire of adversaries who won’t hesitate to hurt them.

Once again Lana shows the strength that underpins her character to keep her family together, but with Blake already weakened by the revelation of devastating secrets, will they be strong enough to face down such menacing adversaries?

Lana and Blake know that time is running out and difficult decisions must be made, ones that will irrevocably and forever alter their lives.

And that ultimately, Blake will be called upon to make the greatest sacrifice of all…

My feet are soundless on the carpet. My throat stings with unshed tears. I want to scream and howl. It will be some kind of a release, but how can I? At this time of the night? I wish I could drive out to some lonely location and scream and scream and scream. But the moment I leave the front door, Brian or one of the men will start trailing me.

I pause at the entrance to our bedroom and stand gazing at Blake. He looks very pale sleeping among shadows. I feel as if I have lost everything. I am so incredibly scared. I need to hear him call out my name in that snarling voice again. Without thinking I drift, like a flower crowned Orphelia, towards him, towards the warmth of his body. At the edge of the bed I look down on him, my eyes exploring the tousled hair, relaxed muscles, and the smooth and gleaming skin. He is so incredibly sexy. But I’m not wet with desire. I want to be wet with desire again.

Carefully, I lift the duvet and crawl onto the bed next to the magnificent body. His scent is sun ripened and heady. I take his soft penis into my mouth. Slowly, gently, I suck it. He tastes delicious.

The juices begin to gather between my legs.

He moans in his sleep, his throat moves, and I increase the pressure of my mouth. The shaft grows thicker and bigger. Blake’s hands come up to hold my shoulders. I don’t look up. I just keep on sucking. His hands grip harder, suddenly they are under my armpits, and pulling me up, and over his body.

‘Let me finish,’ I say, but already I am straddling his hips.

I move my body encouragingly, and my sex, wet and willing, rubs against the short silky hairs on his thighs. He lifts me up silently and holds my body over the head of his cock. I hold on to the shaft and position it over the core of my heat. Slowly, my sex is stretched and fitted around that aroused throbbing shaft. He spreads my thighs even further and flattens them against his hips. The action makes my clit touch bone. He grinds that bone against me. Then tension transfers to my belly, my thighs, my sex. My nerves overload, and soon I am lost in a red mist of forgetfulness. It explodes in my brain.

He holds me by the waist and rolls me under him. I close my eyes and let my body be a vessel for his satisfaction. For a while I am simply a body, a body that is being fucked by another body. I am nothing but a biological reaction. When I feel the first drop of water on my cheek, I think it is Blake’s sweat, but when the next drop splashes onto my forehead, I know. They are tears. And then it is impossible for me to even be a biological reaction. He feels the change in me, and stops moving.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers. The words are strange in his mouth.

Author Bio:
Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.

When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.

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Monday, August 11, 2014

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Dark Companion
Vampire Architects- Book 1

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Warwick, an Elite member of the Vampire Architects, was chosen as Isla Joseph’s Protector at the moment of her birth. Four decades later, he struggles to hide the love he harbors for his charge. When the time comes for her to learn of Warwick’s existence, lust is a beast he can’t contain, nor can Isla fight her instant attraction to this mysterious “stranger”. The pair comes together in a frenzied feast of flesh.

But their intimacy has consequences. Consequences for Isla, when she discovers her lover is a vampire…for the team of Architects, who are struggling to save her from a horrific future…for Warwick, when he’s forced to wipe every trace of himself from Isla’s memory.

Warwick and the Architects will soon discover love isn’t so easily erased. And while fate may have dark designs for Isla…destiny has other plans.

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“Don’t speak,” Warwick ordered. He uncrossed his legs, firmly planting his feet on the ground. He patted his lap, motioning Isla to take a seat.
He was playing it cool and mysterious, as he’d thought she’d like.

Isla looked around nervously then walked to the main sitting area. She placed her small evening bag on the table then removed her shawl and draped it over the couch. She walked unhurriedly back in his direction, and not with confidence.

He’d anticipated that. But her look of marked hesitance and fear, as if she could change her mind and leave at any moment, was something he hadn’t anticipated. He’d
accomplished the hardest part of the case—she’d contacted him of her own free will.

Now that she was here, he needed to change his approach, do something to calm her.

His mind raced. She’d just arrived and he was already deviating from the plan he’d had in mind.

“I want your back facing me when you take a seat,” he instructed.

Isla neared, keeping her eyes mainly on the ground.

“Look at me.”

She stopped. Her gaze connected with his.

Day after day he’d watched her, for forty years. But seeing her in the flesh was an entirely different story. The contrast of her crisp blue eyes, dark-black hair and pouty
lips against her porcelain skin was striking. It was if she had walked straight out of a magazine. She was polished, unblemished and sophisticated.

“Do you really like what you see?”


She turned and gently lowered her backside to align with his crotch. Teasingly, she swayed her hips with pronounced and unnecessary movements.

Warwick smiled as she showed signs of loosening up. He skated a palm down her arm.

Isla flinched in response.

“Relax,” he whispered.

The black dress she wore had a low-plunging back, so except for her hair cascading down, her skin was on full display. Gently, he used one hand to caress Isla’s arm. “Lean
back into me a little more.” He spoke inches from her flesh, allowing his hot breath to graze the skin on her neck.

Isla slowly leaned back against his chest.

He cupped both hands at her shoulders and she let out an unintentional whimper.

He pressed up against her solidly, burying his face in the thick of Isla’s hair. He nuzzled his nose against the back of her neck and took in a deep breath. “Delicious…as
I always imagined.”

A faint moan escaped Isla’s lips and she shivered in his embrace.

“You’re so tense,” he whispered.

“Because I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. I’m not here to hurt you or judge you,” he said as he clutched Isla’s hair at her nape and gently draped it over her shoulder, “I’m here to sate a desire. All you
have to do is relax and trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“Pay attention to my touch,” he whispered. He used one finger to stroke her exposed back with a featherlike contact. He moved delicately, in a fluid writing motion.

“A-are you writing on my back?”

“What letter was that?”


“Good girl. Spell everything out as I go along.”

Author Bio:
Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren , Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing. Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.

Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her vampires to life, all of her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn's music video "Blessing Moon".

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Monday, August 4, 2014

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Summer Escape

A fundraiser in memory of
Heather Ferguson 

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Uncap the sun screen, spread out the beach towel and pour a glass of your favorite icy beverage as summer starts sizzling with 12 new "Fun in the Sun" reads from some of Tule's most loved and talented authors. There is romantic escape for everyone whether you are curled up in a chair on your deck or lounging pool or beach side. Embrace the promise of summer with a combination of sweet, sexy or steamy summer themed romances and let Tule authors' heroes sweep you away on your own romantic summer getaway.

This August only box set is in memory of Heather Ferguson, a Montana mom, educator and reader. Every dollar from the Summer Escape will go into a college fund for Heather's children.

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One night can change everything…

The crew at Boston’s Brazen Head Pub hasn’t been very lucky in love. Can a mysterious visitor inspire them to look past old hurts and misconceptions and give romance a chance?

Lucky Break by Aria Kane
Four years ago, chef Derek Chase walked out of Andrea Rivera’s life after a tragedy neither of them were prepared to deal with. When she’s called to the Brazen Head to repair a dishwasher, old sparks ignite buried feelings.

Lucky Star by Grace Teague
When her life is threatened by a mugger, Charlotte Price realizes she's in love with her best friend, Tommy Leung. The Brazen Head seems like the perfect neutral place to confess her feelings, but nothing goes according to plan.

A New Tune by Ana Blaze
When it comes to dating, Holly Hall has one unbreakable rule: no musicians. Especially not gorgeous ones. Dating them only leads to heartbreak. So why did she let singer-songwriter Cian O’Neill kiss her? And why is she thinking about doing it again?

Lexi’s Chance by Constance Phillips
As a bartender, Sean Whelan meets all kinds of women every night, but none turn his head the way that Lexi has. She’s been playing cat and mouse with him for weeks. Tonight, Sean’s determined to get Lexi to quit teasing and take a real chance on him.

Drink or Dare by Melinda Dozier
A bachelorette party Drink or Dare game pairs paramedic students, Rachel Robertson and Killian Whelan, in a flirting match. Soon, the dares threaten to turn their academic rivalry into something much more.

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