Tuesday Teaser~Forbidden Attraction

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Title: Forbidden Attraction

Author: S.R. Watson

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: June 17, 2014

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Tuesday Teaser~ Sail Away With Me

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Title: Sail Away With Me

Author: Kate Deveaux

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: December 1, 2013

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Tuesday Teaser~ Undeniable

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Title: Undeniable

Author: Amity Cross

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: June 3, 2014

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Glory Lands by Vastine Bondurant

Historical M/M Novella

Dreamspinner Press

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A Texas Piney Woods Story

Rural East Texas, 1931. Preacher’s son Emory Joe Logan and a fiddler from Shreveport, Glory Lands, meet and form a tender bond. When they are caught and arrested for homosexual acts by Sheriff Elihu Bishop, the lawman’s sanctimonious bigotry threatens to rip the young men from their families.

Emory Joe’s father, Pastor Charles Logan, is brought to his knees in terror, confusion, and anger. He still regrets not standing up against Bishop when the lawman murdered a youth in cold blood nine years ago.

Now there’s no longer a choice for the preacher to stand up to the lawman. Cold-blooded justice, bigotry-disguised-as-religion, and hatred take on a whole new meaning when they’re standing on his doorstep, ready to take the son he loves.

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Teaser Excerpt:

I’D BEEN scared lots of times in my nineteen years, but never as scared as I was as I sat with Daddy in the church.

He’d begged me to go home, to pack, and to head for the bus station while he met with the sheriff alone—how simple he made it sound, as though inviting Bishop to tea and cake.

No, I told him. I wasn’t leaving without some last words to Bishop. So if I insisted on facing the sheriff, Daddy begged me to wait it out with him at the church. He assured me Bishop would show up, as sure as night and day, and somehow he felt safer there in the sanctuary.

Tears threatened to make their way from the well in my belly to my eyes to see Daddy sitting—just sitting, still and silent, with his Bible in his lap—in his usual seat at the side of the pulpit.

He’d never in a million years have showed up at God’s house dressed in trousers, a sleeveless undershirt, and suspenders. Sweaty. Unshaven. I wondered if he even realized how much like a hobo he looked.

Who was to know how this day would end? It didn’t matter any longer.

All I did know was I’d never realized how much I loved my father until sharing that awful but somehow beautiful silence in that empty church while we waited for whatever was going to happen.

Did he know how proud Mama would have been of him? I hoped his heart knew that Mama was right beside him in that seat, holding his hand.

Looking back, I reckon my mother had always seen my true self. She’d always seemed to know there’d been something different about me. Although I knew without a doubt she would have been standing beside us right then, I was glad that she didn’t have to be.

“Daddy.” My own voice startled me when it broke the oddly peaceful tension inside the sanctuary.

Daddy, as though he’d been in a deep trance, glanced to me from whatever world he’d been lost in. “Son?”

“You know why I’m doing this?”

He crossed his legs, shifted in the seat, and shrugged. “I think so, Emory Joe.”

“If it had been just me, I’d have hightailed it out of here, not made a peep, so as to not embarrass you anymore.”

He just nodded.

I continued, “But you know I can’t, after what they’ve done to Glory.”

“I understand.”

“And, Daddy….”

“Yes?”

“I’m not really afraid, if you’re worried about that.”

“I know, son.”

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

With his brow furrowed, he stared at me with some words perched on his lips. He said nothing, though, just smiled and nodded. But his smile had hugged me and held me hard, and I felt his I love you stronger than any spoken words. The affection piercing me through his unsaid sentiment was the sort a fellow would give his life to have.

The purr of a car’s engine and the crunch of tires on gravel outside the open doors of the church shouldn’t have surprised me, but my body jolted anyway. And I didn’t even have to look to see who’d driven up. I knew.

Daddy drew a shaky breath, closed his eyes, and softly chanted a Psalm. “They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me….”

Icy water pulsed through my veins with my spiked heartbeat.

Car doors opened and, after a pause, closed.

This was it.

About the Author

I’m Texas born and raised, an old fashioned, bling-loving girly girl. I love to read and write stories of men and women and the sizzling chemistry that draws them together. Passion. My heart is helplessly bound to romance of a time long gone- gritty, sexy stories of men in fedoras and overcoats. Old Spice Aftershave, Lucky Strike cigarettes, fancy cuff links, hair pomade, mobsters. Clandestine whispers on Bakelite telephones from the shadows of cheesy restaurant phone booths. Stories of a time when sex was all the more sexy because it wasn’t plastered on every billboard—no naked Joes and dames in every ad in every magazine. Lovemaking—hot, sweet-and-naughty, a secret between lovers. My make believe world is sex and danger, hotter than Hades but wrapped up in a deceptive package—gals with soft skin, pretty lace slips, seamed stockings, satin peignoirs, powder puffs and Chanel No. 5. And the tough guys in dress shirts and suspenders who lust to get their hands on the garters they know tease just beneath those kick pleats. I’m a goner for the dynamics of testosterone meets sugar and spice.
 
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25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Torie James

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Welcome to 25 Days of Holiday Fun with author Torie James

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? Patience. I always run out.

What is your favorite holiday candy? Peppermint Candy Canes. I think I have a problem

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I have seasonal love affair with the Nog. I tend to like it plain but if rum were to “accidentally” fall into it, I’d still love it.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Decorating the house and our tree. The whole familia gets involved. It’s comical with a touch of homocidial thrown in by the end of the day. 

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Lestat de Lioncourt. 

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I have two! Red and Green M&M cookies and Snickerdoodles! My mum bakes the best!

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If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love…

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Timeless Night by Torie James

New Camelot Series

Breathless Press

Paranormal Romance

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A silent guardian, Alexander has walked the corridors of time in pursuit of an end to a haunting prophecy. Sabrina has lived a life surrounded by modern magic, unaware that the greatest and deadliest of powers reside within her own soul. If it only takes the light of love to ignite the stars, what of the decadent seduction of darkness? All roads don’t lead home and some myths only grow into legend.

Excerpt:

She gasped, feeling every inch of his obvious arousal pressing into her belly through the fabric and almost fainted at the thought of him taking her. A thought that compelled one hand to slide down his rock hard torso, lower still to drift over steely, washboard abs and dance along the material gathered at his waist. Material that suddenly loosened and dropped to the floor between them and then there was nothing but bare flesh before her and she had to tear her mouth away even though she wanted the kiss to last forever. His heavy groan filled the bathroom as her fingers dropped a few inches lower to brush his straining shaft, just once. There was no shyness in her touch.

“Sabrina. Stop. Or I’ll –”

“Or you’ll what? Throw me down and fuck me senseless? I hope so.” The feel of him pulsing under her touch, the heated throb of the man was a sensory experience that had an echoing ache suddenly dampening her thighs in anticipation.

Alex’s voice was rugged, harsh, his own dark green eyes glowing with a touch of crimson, proof he wanted her blood as much as her body. “Gods, you’re so vulgar.” There was no derision in his statement this time, just a gentle teasing.

“No, I’m honest. I’ve wanted you from the beginning. And judging by this…” she trailed off and stroked him once more, a gesture that tore another growl from him. “I’d say you want me, too.”

His eyes almost shut from the intense pleasure just that one soft caress gave him. Taking a deep inward breath, he schooled his features back into a mask of indifference and dropped his curled fingers from around her neck, stepping back and bending low to pick up the fallen towel. Wrapping it around him, he gave her his back, turning towards the sink, keeping his tone deceptively cold. “Get dressed, Sabrina. I told you once before, fledgling. What you want will never happen. Not between us. I don’t want you like that.”

“Liar.”

He gave her a long look, full of danger and savage heat before he pushed past her, not saying one more word. Only when she was sure he was out of her sight did she allow her own face to crumple, eyes bright with the pain his words gave her.

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Nancy Corrigan and a Giveaway

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Welcome to another edition of my 25 Days of Holiday Fun. This time we have author Nancy Corrigan dropping by to heat things up. Don’t forget to enter Nancy’s contest after the excerpt portion.

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? For my children to find loving partners when they grow up. I never want to see their hearts broken.

What is your favorite holiday candy? Cordial Cherries. I love the sugar rush one of those gives me.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I can’t stand it. I must admit, the last time I tried it I was seven.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Saint Nicholas Day is on Dec. 6 every year. You leave your shoe outside your bedroom door for St. Nick to leave a small present (chocolate, a small toy, a lottery ticket). I’ve always loved this tradition. Unfortunately, I seem to forget about it until late Dec 5. Thankfully, the mini-mart is right down the street.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Rafe from Unexpected Find.

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I love anise cookies, but chocolate chip are good too. So are peanut butter ones and sugar cookies and…

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Unexpected Find by Nancy Corrigan

Ellora’s Cave

Paranormal Erotic Romance

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Since the murder of her best friend, Jazz is stuck in a safe but lonely way of life. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to keep her family safe from the shifter world. The sexy stranger who struts into her friend’s bar changes everything. From the first glance Jazz knows she’s sunk—their chemistry sizzles from across the room, it’ll be undeniable up close.

Rafe wants Jazz from the second he sets eyes on her. The depth of the need that swamps him every time he’s near her surprises him. It takes every last ounce of his self-control not to pounce on Jazz and make her his. Only her distrust of his shifter nature holds him back. He counts it as a win every time his beloved human gives in to their passion and takes him to her bed. But Rafe’s patience isn’t infinite and he’ll do whatever it takes, face any danger—past or present—to ensure that Jazz becomes his. Forever.

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Excerpt

The butterflies in Jazz’s belly took flight. The man was a romantic. “You know, I’m starting to enjoy the odd way you talk. It makes me feel as if I walked into a world where princesses wait to be swept away by their knight in shining armor.”

Rafe grinned, the sad look replaced by amusement. Releasing her hands, he slid his around her waist. “You would make a beautiful princess.”

“Would I?”

“One to be fought for.” He twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “What about me? Would I fill the role of your knight in shining armor?”

She smiled, completely charmed by this man. She ran her hands over his chest, luxuriated in the layers of muscle under her palms. “I don’t know if any horse would be able to carry you for long. I see you more as a warrior, a conqueror.”

“One who demands the bonny ladies as his reward after a battle?” He swept her into his arms. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Lust heated his eyes as he mapped her face. “Oh yes, I like this fantasy and in it I get to choose you as my booty.” He bent his head closer so his golden eyes filled her vision. “I think I might keep you, Jasmine.”

Her breath hitched. “I think you have a wild imagination.”

“Or a hopeful one.” He eased back but watched her with that focused gaze she was starting to associate with him. “I want you.”

The lust-hazed glint to his eyes told her exactly what he wanted. For once in her life, she did too—but it couldn’t happen. She had responsibilities. Spontaneity and motherhood did not mesh. The little episode in Josh’s office proved that. She would’ve been mortified if Sara walked in while they were having sex. Everyone in town would’ve known within the hour. The other playgroup moms would find out, maybe shun her or at least look at her negatively. No. Any liaisons she had would have to be planned and kept hidden.

She licked her upper lip. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time, Rafe.” She dropped her gaze and stared at his chin. “What we did tonight wasn’t like me either. I’m not like that. Easy.”

He brushed his lips over her forehead. “I know.” He set her on her feet and took her hand. “Come, let’s get you home.”

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25 Days of Holiday Fun with Mark Love

A bea   Celebrating 25 Days of Holiday Fun with author Mark Love. If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? I would ask for time on the weekends to move at half the normal speed. That way I’d be able to enjoy more time with family and friends and do more writing. What is your favorite holiday candy? Mint Hershey’s kisses. It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?  I rarely drink it, but if I do, it’s got to have rum in it.  And there should be a cardiologist close by.  What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?We throw a party the weekend before Christmas with family and a few friends. All the food and cookies we serve are homemade, so that’s our gift to everyone. If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?  It would have to be Sara Ellis from the television series “White Collar”.  Hilarie Burton is the actress who portrays Sara and she is the embodiment of Jamie Richmond, the heroine of my mystery series. Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?  Magic Pan cookies that are a mixture of graham crackers, chocolate, coconut and sweet condensed milk.  I’ve been known to hide these from others. 

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Devious by Mark Love

A Jamie Richmond Story

Sweet Cravings Publishing

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Jamie Richmond, reporter turned author, is doing research for her next book. Attempting to capture the realism of a police officer’s duties while on patrol, she manages to tag along for a shift with a state police trooper. A few traffic stops and a high speed chase later, Jamie’s ride takes an unexpected turn when she witnesses the trooper being shot.  Although it is not a fatal injury, Jamie becomes obsessed with unraveling the facts behind this violent act. While she is trying to sort out this puzzle, she becomes romantically involved with Malone, another trooper with a few mysteries of his own. Now Jamie’s attention is divided between a blooming romance and solving the crime which is haunting her. Jamie begins to question the events that took place and exactly who could be behind the shooting. It was a devious mind. But who?

 Teaser Excerpt:

The first time on the sofa was wild. There was no chance for foreplay. We both wanted it too much for that. Clothes were flung so far that I didn’t find my red bra until two days later.  It must have bounced off the wall and slid behind the planter. After the initial rush, Malone introduced me to the romantic aspects of each room in my apartment.  At one point after a warm bath together, I was on my stomach in bed and he proceeded to drive me crazy by slowly making patterns down my spine with one solitary fingertip.

Each time after the first started out slow and tender. A kiss here, fingers stroking there. Malone was toying with me, bringing me to the edge of excitement now, his lips following his finger.  My whole body felt alive, energized with the reactions to his touch.

He kissed his way up my body, taking his time. A nuzzle here, another tantalizing kiss there.  My skin was singing. My face was flushed, probably as red as my hair.  At about the time I could actually feel my body starting to recover, he zeroed in on my breasts.

Now I can’t say this is true for all women. I can only speak for me. Maybe it’s because of the infrequency of romantic interludes. Or maybe it’s my age. Or maybe the moon was rising.

My breasts are small. I hinted at that before. There are fourteen-year old girls out there with bigger breasts than mine. To clarify the situation, all my bras are padded and yes, the cup size is A. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but it’s what I’ve got and I’d never consider surgery to pump them up.  All I know is that when Malone starting stroking and kissing my breasts, it’s like there was a direct connection down below. I was immediately wet with anticipation yet again.

“What am I going to do with you,” I whispered my voice little more than a feathery gasp.

“Whatever you would like, I’m open to suggestions.”

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