Release blitz for Coming Together: With Curves

Coming Together: With Curves, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse

Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.

Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.

Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay).

 

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Bonnie stifled a sigh. He was doing it again. Staring at her, as he had been every day that week. She was on a fortnight’s training course through work. She was the only one from her office who’d been sent. As a result, she knew no one and ended up sitting alone in the college’s cafeteria at lunchtimes. She’d had a couple of invites from kindly people also on her course, but she’d turned them down. It wasn’t that she was being rude or anti-social, she just hated people to see her eat. She was a big girl—that was putting it politely—and when people saw her eat, she could feel the judgment rolling off them in waves, the thoughts that she was fat because she ate so much.

It wasn’t true. About what she ate, that was. She was fat, and there was no denying it. But it certainly wasn’t her doing. She’d been born to large parents, and despite a healthy diet and plenty of exercise, she was still overweight. All she ever managed to shift was a pound or two here and there, and that was hardly noticeable, particularly on a woman her size. She kept at it, though, resigned to being a larger lady, but determined not to get any bigger.

Because she’d always been big, she was used to the snide comments, the dirty and derisive looks, the open stares. So it didn’t upset her any more, but she still got irritated when people simply gawped at her. Surely one glance was enough for them to ascertain that yes, she was a shapely girl, and then move on. In most cases it was, particularly if she glared at the person in question. But not with this guy. She was sure he was trying to be subtle, because he often averted his gaze as she trained hers on him. But even if he’d looked away, she could tell by the position of his head and body that he’d been peeking at her. Again.

Now, on day seven, she was almost at boiling point. What the hell was his problem? Had no one ever told him it was rude to stare? She was on the verge of doing just that.

Eating her lunch was an unpleasant task, knowing she was being observed. If she hadn’t been so damn hungry, she’d have left it. But she’d been running late that morning and had committed that mortal sin—missing breakfast. So her chicken salad—with no dressing—was absolutely necessary to avoid making herself feel ill, or passing out, so she devoured every last morsel. She ate faster than she normally would, not because she was being greedy, but because the sooner she finished eating, the sooner she’d stop feeling so damn self-conscious about the guy across the room watching her.

She decided to give him one last chance. When she’d finished her lunch, she’d drink her carton of apple juice, then sit for a few seconds, doing nothing. If he continued to look at her, she was going to stomp over there and give him what for. If he didn’t, then she’d carry on with life and do her best to forget about him and his rudeness.

Deep down, she knew she was going to have to go over and say something to him. After seven days, he wasn’t going to suddenly amend his habits. She was just being a bit of a wimp, really, hoping to find some way of getting out of confrontation, because she didn’t like it, not one bit, and it was absolutely a last resort. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of a single other way of stopping him from doing it. Perhaps she could put up a sign in front of her saying “Please stop staring at me.” But if he couldn’t take the hint when she’d glared at him, he wouldn’t take any notice of a piece of paper.

Several minutes later, her salad was gone and she moved onto her drink. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she saw he was just as interested in her now as he had been when she’d been eating. Damn, confrontation it was then.

Draining the carton, she gathered her plate, cutlery and other rubbish onto her tray, stood up and slid it onto the rack nearest her. Then she returned to her table, grabbed her bag, pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils and marched over to the Peeping Tom. She slid out the chair opposite him and sat down on it.

*****

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Smut by the Sea 2 Spotlight

Smut by the Sea Volume 2, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.

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*****

Excerpt:

Brigit loved the seaside. She always had, probably because visiting it was a rarity. Living in the centre of England meant that even the nearest seaside town was over an hour and a half away—and the nice resorts even further.

Which was why her boyfriend, Allen, proposed a long weekend in Brighton. He knew how fond she was of the seaside. Unsurprisingly, she agreed delightedly.

“It’s a long way,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter. We’d never go anywhere if we lamented the length of the journey.”

As it happened, the travelling wasn’t too bad. Miraculously the M1 was clear all the way down to the M25—and even that notorious motorway wasn’t experiencing its usual havoc. A straight shot south on the M23, then the A23 took them towards Brighton, and they navigated the one-way systems and lack of road signs and—eventually—found their hotel.

“Wow,” Brigit said, stretching luxuriously after getting out of the car, “that didn’t take as long as I thought. Shall we check in, dump our bags and go and explore?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Allen replied with a grin.

They slammed their respective car doors, grabbed the bags from the boot and headed into the hotel. Fifteen minutes later, after using the toilet and freshening up, they were back outside.

“Nice choice of hotel, babe. I like it.” Brigit said.

“I’m glad. I researched it well,” Allen replied.

“The bed looks nice and comfy.”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll be able to give it a decent road test later.” He winked at her, and got a slap on the arm for his trouble.

“You’ve got a one-track mind, you have.”

“Well, what do you expect when I’ve got a girlfriend that looks like you?”

She giggled. “Charmer.”

“That’s me. Okay, now I’m back in good books,” Allen said, “what do you want to do? Now, I mean. Not at bedtime.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Brigit stuck her tongue out at him before replying. “I dunno. Just look around I guess. Get our bearings. See what there is to do around here.”

They walked hand-in-hand towards the seafront, then along it in the direction of the pier. They passed the burnt out shell of the West Pier, and Brigit wondered aloud whether it would ever be rebuilt or demolished. Or would the blackened skeleton be left there forevermore, a reminder of what once was.

Soon, they drew close to Brighton Pier. Brigit turned to Allen with a grin.

“What?” he said, then followed her almost manic gaze down the length of the pier, towards a building with fake turret-type things and some very real flags. He sighed. He couldn’t be sure from here, but he thought it was bound to be the amusement arcade. “Oh, you want to go in there, do you? I wonder why?” His voice was laden with sarcasm in his last sentence.

“You know damn well why. Come on!” Brigit tugged him along the last few metres of the pavement and onto the wooden slats of the pier. “Ooh, we can have fish and chips when we come out, if you want.”

*****

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Book Spotlight for The Houdini Girl

The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford

Fletcher ‘Red’ Brandon is a conjurer, an illusionist, a master of deception who uses his talents to seduce wild, impulsive Irish rose, Rosa, into his life with a simple sleight of hand. But when Rosa is killed, Red is pitched into a new world where betrayal, exploitation and violence are no act. The deeper Red delves into the life and death of the woman with who he shared one sexy, freewheeling year, the closer he comes to a painful realization: even the trickster can be tricked.

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*****

Excerpt:

Prologue 

Truth is, I tricked her into falling for me. Rosa Kelly: dark hair, blue eyes – wicked combination. And, though she could’ve had her pick, she fell for me. OK, maybe ‘tricked’ has inappropriate connotations. How about this: she wasn’t tricked so much as beguiled? Yes. Altogether more apt.

Beguiled. Comparable to ‘bewitched’, with its suggestions of sensuality and enchantment. Certainly, the illusion with which I beguiled her depended, for effect and execution, on intimacy of touch and a semblance of the supernatural. We were in a pub in Oxford, the Eagle and Child; wood panelling, nooks and crannies. We were strangers. I was with my friends, she was with hers. Someone in my group knew someone in hers and, following the complicated rearrangement of tables and chairs, there were thirteen of us seated together. An inauspicious assembly if you’re inclined to superstition, which I am not. I’d noticed Rosa even before the two parties had become one, though I made sure to give no indication of

paying her more, or less, attention than the other newcomers in our smoky, boozy alcove. The positioning of the chairs – I swear I had nothing to do with it, occupied as I was with the transfer of drinks – brought us directly opposite one another. She was smoking Marlboro and drinking Belgian lager straight from the bottle. Her eye shadow was pale green, to match her lipstick. She wore a ring on every finger and on both thumbs.

‘Watch that one, Rosa, he’s a magician,’ said one of my friends as the introductions were completed.

Rosa, drawing deeply on a cigarette, exhaled across the table. ‘There,’ she said, ‘I’ve made him disappear in a puff of smoke.’

Everyone roared at that. Brilliant timing, impeccable delivery. I might’ve reached over and produced a cheese-and-onion crisp from behind her ear, but when you’ve just been upstaged in public the least embarrassing recourse is to play the supporting role with good grace. Besides, a crisp?

So I laughed along with the rest of them. Rosa’s voice was slightly husky, her accent a curious concoction of Irish and London; her eyes and mouth smiled in perfect synchronization, as though she enjoyed nothing more than being made to laugh. She turned to the guy on her left, asking him to pass an ashtray. They fell into conversation, her long black hair snagging now and then on his shoulder as she leaned close to hear him. Me, I drank and talked to my friends and went to the bar and to the toilet. And, with discretion, I observed her hands – all those rings, the emerald nails, the way she held her drink, lit a cigarette. She had long bony fingers and thin wrists engulfed in bracelets and friendship bands and the cuffs of a multicoloured woollen sweater several sizes too big for her. Every fresh bottle of beer, she shredded the label clean off with her thumbnail.

I have magician’s hands. By that, I don’t mean they are the perfect size or shape for my work, because such perfection of design is rare. It helps to have hands large enough to facilitate, say, the concealment of a playing card; but large hands have large fingers, less well suited to the more nimble manipulations. The trick is to adapt. Most anatomical deficiencies of the hand can, within reason, be compensated for by rigorous practice or by appropriate props. (If you’ve got small hands, use a smaller pack of cards.) My hands are neither too large nor too small; what they are is well trained. I have taught myself dexterity and ambidexterity. A speciality in my repertoire of sleights is ‘acquitment’ – the showing of a hand as empty while actually it contains something. Done ineptly, this is known in the profession as ‘hand-washing’. Two tips: one, rehearse in front of a mirror until your movements appear entirely natural; two, never look at your hands while effecting a sleight, because the one place the audience is sure to look is where you’re looking.

Rosa’s hands weren’t magical; for all their conscious disguise of adornment and manipulation, they revealed rather than concealed. I longed to hold them. We’d all been drinking for a while when a familiar appeal issued from the hubbub of overlapping chatter. Hey, Red, show us a trick.

Even my oldest friends do this. You get used to it.

‘I’m playing the Crucible, in Sheffield, next Friday, if you want to come along.’

‘Fuck off and show us a trick.’

‘Fuck off yourself.’

‘What’s this, the Illusion of the Cantankerous Git?’

After a moment or two of this, you give in. And you always involve someone else in the illusion, because they love all that. I’ll need the help of an assistant from the audience; come on, don’t be shy . . . That evening, I made eye contact across the table. Blue irises, green eye shadow  With no perceptible alteration, Rosa’s expression said Don’t even think about it. But the enthusiastic coercion of others as they edged their chairs closer to our table made it more awkward for her to decline than to agree.

‘Go on, then.’ Defiance. Her eyes, her tone of voice, the set of her shoulders said she was prepared to be unimpressed; nothing I could do could possibly surprise or interest her or escape her detection. And if I tried to make her appear foolish I’d fail because she didn’t give a shite what anyone thought of her, least of all me. She smiled. ‘If you’re good, I’ll let you make me a giraffe out of balloons.’

I instructed her to hold out her hands, palms downwards. She did this. I took them in mine and drew them over the centre of the table. Her skin was cool and dry. Releasing her hands, I told her to make fists. She made fists. Everyone was quiet now, watching and listening with rapt attention.

‘You’re a Roman Catholic, right?’ I asked.

‘And there’s you guessing that, with me talking like a Kerrywoman.’

One or two people giggled.

‘Do you believe in the stigmata?’

‘The what?’

‘That we can be marked with the sign of Christ’s suffering on the cross?’

‘Oh, sure.’

I dipped the tip of my right middle finger into the ashtray, piled with the accumulated tappings from her own cigarettes. Displaying the silvery-grey stain at the end of the finger, I declared, ‘By rubbing this into the back of your clenched fist, I shall cause the ash to pass through the hand and appear like a stigma in the centre of your palm.’

Her eyes said Oh, yeah. I kept my face a blank of composed concentration. Placing my fingertip on the back of her right hand, I began massaging the ash gently into the pale skin with a small, circular movement. The bracelets on her wrist clicked against one another as she responded involuntarily to the pressure of my touch. All eyes were focused on the point of contact, where a charcoal smear now blemished the skin.

Rosa glanced up at me, then down again at the back of her hand.

‘Now, Rosa, please unclench your fist and display your hand palm upwards.’

She did as instructed. Her palm was unmarked. Silence gave way to stifled laughs, a groan, a jeer. Rosa caught my eye again, smirking slightly, and I feigned an expression of alarmed incomprehension. She was about to recline in her seat.

‘Are you left-handed?’ I asked suddenly.

She nodded.

‘You are?’

‘Yeah.’

‘In that case, would you unclench your left hand for me?’

It was her turn for puzzlement. Her smile became uncertain. The onlookers had fallen quiet once more, switching attention to her other fist. Rosa uncurled the fingers and, slowly, hesitantly, revolved the palm upwards. In its centre was an unmistakable dab of cigarette ash.

*****

Other Modern Erotic Classics available:

The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford

Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger

The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu

Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu

The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell

The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell

Hogg by Samuel R. Delany

The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany

Sad Sister by Florence Dugas

The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés

Dark Ride by Kent Harrington

3 by Julie Hilden

Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg

Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg

The Agency by David Meltzer

Burn by Michael Perkins

Dark Matter by Michael Perkins

Evil Companions by Michael Perkins

Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl

Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald

 

 

Welcome Christi Williams

Hi and welcome to my blog, Christi Williams. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?

Thank you. I’m so happy to be here! My new release is a sensual contemporary romance, Take a Chance on Love. Set in Wyoming, it’s the story of Chancie, a widowed businesswoman, and sexy Highway Patrol trooper Micah, who think the biggest problem between them is the baggage they carry from past broken romances. It turns out their biggest challenge is ten years old and lives in Chancie’s house, her son Jamie, who makes it his life goal to break up his mom and her boyfriend.
How would you describe yourself using only five words?

Persistent, positive, lucky, published writer.
If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you think they would say?

Smart, stubborn, luckily published writer!
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.

They might be surprised to know my romances started out hot and sexy, got rewritten as sweet in a failed effort to sell them, and are back to hot and sexy to fit my new publisher’s guidelines.
If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell?

I’ve always been a big reader, and liked writing. But when it came time for college, I couldn’t figure out how a woman who would probably never be a literary giant went about making a living from writing. Beyond journalism, that is, which didn’t interest me at all. So I put off writing formally until I returned to school at the age of 39. Then I churned out several manuscripts in quick succession but couldn’t get anyone interested in publishing them. When the age of Internet publishing exploded all of a sudden publishers were interested in my stories, perhaps because so many writers who would have been submitting to them were instead self-pubbing. Or maybe the stars were aligned correctly, or it was meant for me to look to where my roots are. At any rate, an opportunity to publish with Whiskey Creek Press/Torrid Books, a Wyoming publisher, developed for me when they offered a contract for Take a Chance on Love.

What can readers expect next from you?

I have another sensual contemporary romance set in Wyoming that I just signed to have published. I’m interested in the mythology of the West, the cowboys and lawmen, the iconic animals and ideals. My fiction is contemporary, so the settings and the characters are completely modern and struggle with today’s issues. But the men and women in my writing leave a big footprint, because their personalities and their solutions to problems hark back to the iconic days which really don’t exist anymore. My characters truly live by the Code of the West.

Title: Take a Chance on Love

Genre: Sensual Contemporary Romance

Author: Christi Williams

Release date: April 15, 2013

Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press/Torrid Books

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When Chancie de Leur meets highway patrol trooper Micah Taylor one frosty Wyoming night, instant sexual heat kindles between them. Chancie’s a lonely young widow who owns her own business and Micah is divorced, so there shouldn’t be anything holding them back. But Micah wonders if Chancie’s obvious wealth might become an issue, or the fact that she’s apparently the second woman in his life who has zero interest in ever having his baby.

Micah has no idea of the real problem between him and Chancie, until he meets her son. Ten-year-old Jamie de Leur is determined to break up his mom and her lawman, and Micah questions whether any relationship with Chancie is worth dealing with the spoiled kid she’s raising.

In a showdown over Jamie breaking the law, Micah has to decide if he wants to be Chancie’s cop—or her family man.

Take a Chance on Love excerpt:

He admired Chancie’s guts, but at the same time he had a strong sense of regret. Was it possible she just didn’t know when to give up? He couldn’t face Jamie’s hostility for the rest of his life, or even for a few years until the kid was ready to leave home. Micah couldn’t be the one to make Chancie choose between her son and her lover. Even at this moment, Jamie was missing and she felt she had to sit here and explain, making a choice between the boy and the man. Micah didn’t want to go on feeling guilty for tearing Chancie apart.

His sense of fairness was violated by the situation. If it had been another man vying for Chancie’s affection, he might have relished the fight. But Micah Taylor wouldn’t go on battling a ten-year-old boy.

When he didn’t answer her right away, Chancie said apprehensively, “What are you thinking, Micah?”

Could he tell her he thought she would lose her bet with herself? She was so brave, a formidable contender who could take it on the chin and come back for more. He had a much clearer picture of her now and liked her more than when he had thought her lavishly wealthy. He admired her grit, but he couldn’t let her go on thinking he was in her corner when he was backing out of the ring.

“I’m thinking you’re the most courageous lady I’ve ever met in my life,” he finally answered truthfully.

“But you also think I’m being too optimistic.” It wasn’t a question.

He squeezed her upper arms. How could he give her up now? But he had to. “Chancie, Jamie hates me. I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon.”

Her green eyes flared. She jerked her arms away, breathing heavily. “Micah Taylor,” she said in a low voice, “you are really starting to piss me off. Don’t you dare give up on me. You’re coming to Christmas dinner tomorrow. You promised.”

“And you’re going to hold me to it, come hell or high water.” He smiled sadly. He was going to miss her spunk as much as her fiery kisses and her sweet body responding instantly to his touch, although those memories would be enough to ensure many a sleepless night.

“You bet I’m holding you to it.” She checked the time, muttered a curse. “I’ve got to get back to Parker. Would you just kiss me, Micah? For luck?”

 

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VBT Stop for Fiona McGier/Contest

For the Love of His Life by Fiona McGier

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Categories: Interracial/Multicultural

Publisher: Eternal Press

Release Date: May 1, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 81,600 words

Buy Link

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Description

Can a sexy Hispanic action movie star find himself in the BWCA of upper Minnesota? Will the local woman he grows to love believe someone who “lies for a living”?

When the famous action movie star Raul Roderick needs to “clean-up” for a major role that even he doubts he can deliver, the director sends him up to a resort owned by his grandmother in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota, to learn to commune with nature.  His guide is Veronica, the director’s cousin, a tall, athletic woman who has the relaxed, sensible nature of someone who knows herself well.

Raul hasn’t been this far from his reliable drug-dealers for a very long time, and dealing with real-life is something he’s never been very good at. His initial clumsy attempt to seduce her makes her laugh…so he calls her fat. Is there any hope that their relationship will progress beyond its rocky start? And can Raul overcome his partying nature to discover what is really important in life?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations (including a f/f/m ménage scene/scenes in the first chapter) and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Teaser Excerpt:

Scene Set Up: Raul tries to convince Veronica that he’s fallen in love with her.

When they got back to the truck, Veronica hit the clicker before moving around to the back to toss her backpack into it.  Raul followed and did the same with the one he’d been carrying.  She pushed the back end of the truck back up and walked around to get into the drivers’ seat.  Raul got into the passenger side and they both pulled their doors closed.  There was silence for a long moment.

“Come back to my cabin with me,” Raul urged in what he hoped was a persuasive voice.

Veronica shook her head without looking at him.

“I can’t!  You know that!  Gram Marie would see us and have a shit-fit!”

Raul leaned over the console and put his hand over Veronica’s hand that was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white.

“Then take me back to your place,” he said in a low voice.  Her eyes widened as she turned to look at him and he added, “Please.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going crazy from how much I want you.  I’ve never made love to a woman before.  I need to know how we will feel together.”

Veronica spat out a laugh that sounded more like a sob.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, you’d better get more blood back into your brain first.  How can you expect me to believe you?  You’ve probably had sex with half of Hollywood, and fucked your way across the country by now.”

Raul’s face grew more serious.

“Yes, I have.  But I’ve never even bothered to learn the names of the women I’ve had.  What did it matter?  They were only after one thing, and so was I.  Once that was over, and they could brag about fucking Raul Roderick, our business was done.”

He heard her intake of breath, staggered, like she was trying not to cry.

He reached his hand up and turned her face toward him.

“Look at me, Nica.  Look into my eyes so you can see I’m not lying to you.  I won’t ever lie to you.  I’ve never had real feelings for any other woman before.  I don’t even know how to seduce you.  I don’t want to insult you with any of the moves I’ve used with so little thought before.  I don’t want you to think this means nothing to me.  It means everything.”

“Is this a new seduction strategy for you?  Are you just trying it out on me, to see if it will work?”  Her voice held layers of insecurity, and there were tears in her eyes, and that was too much for him to bear.

Raul sat back in his seat and folded his hands in his lap.

“No,” he said in a flat, monotone voice.  “I don’t know how to convince you that I’m not feeding you a line.  I’m not very good at speaking from my heart, because I don’t know how.  I’ve never done it before.  But please drive us away from here, so we won’t be seen by any inquiring minds who want to know what’s going on.”

Veronica sat and stared ahead of her for a minute before taking a deep breath.  She turned the key and started the truck and pulled carefully out of the parking lot.  She turned left and headed south on the Gunflint Trail, back towards all of the places they knew.

Raul tried hard not to give in to depression, but he could feel himself beginning to wallow in it.  As a child he had hated those feelings so much that he pretended they didn’t exist…as if he was someone else.  That had always made his loneliness and pain easier to bear.  But now?

I don’t know how to reach her.  Anything I say, she’ll think is a line.  I’m in love for the first time in my life, and there’s nothing I can do or say to convince her of that.  I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve any better. 

Raul stared down at the hands folded in his lap and felt self-hatred gnawing at his soul.

 About the Author:

Fiona has always had stories in her head. Characters intrude into her thoughts and insist on showing her scenes from their lives. She discovered that when she ignores them, they start to yell louder; if she writes their stories and they can live in readers’ heads as well, they usually leave her alone. Only to be replaced by a new group of story-tellers. Her head is usually a very crowded place, but she likes it that way. Visit Fiona at www.fionamcgier.com.

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Prize is 5 $5 Dunkin Donut Gift Cards from Fiona McGier (1 each to 5 winners). Contest is tour-wide and ends May 20. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

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Welcome E. Jamie

 Alpha vs. Beta by E. Jamie

Romance novels are full of all kinds of delicious heroes! Cops, soldiers, firefighters, cowboys, business tycoons, chefs, teachers, scientists, musicians, doctors etc. Some of those in that list are what we have termed ‘alphas’ and some are ‘betas’. Which do you like best? What’s the difference?

In the most general definition, alphas are known to be strong, dominating, take charge type of men. Others have a subtler strength. They are the hot neighbour next door who teaches at the local high school or the best friend who you’ve all of a sudden started looking at very differently. Both can be equally delicious, depending on the kind of story you like, or even the kind of story you’re in the mood for at that time. I call myself an alpha lover for the most part. I love those men who are hard on the outside, who’ve had to cultivate an emotional distance usually because of some trauma in their past. It has made them appear hard and control is everything for them.

But I also like the story of the quiet scientist who hides a sexy, wild side. I love reading about the guy next door who teaches at the local elementary school who’s all of a sudden the star in some very sexy dreams in his best friend’s nights, or the grieving widower who slowly learns to love a woman again.

I would call the hero in my historical erotic romance The Affair, the second book in my Resistance trilogy, Friedrich Weiss, a beta forced into the alpha mold. He entered the German army full of ambition and bravado, wanting a fully decorated military career. But when we first meet him in Resistance Book One-The Arrangement, he is a man living in a very precarious hell. The war has become something he no longer believes in and yet he is trapped in his role, having to keep up a horrific pretense if he wants to save his people.

He no longer wants glory. He wants only peace. His alpha-ness is now a cloak he has to wear when at his heart; he wants nothing more than a quiet life with the woman he loves and their daughter. But he must remain strong. He must continue to fight. He must continue to move in the world of violence and power to save his love, Elsa, from those who would destroy her.

Follow Friedrich and Elsa’s passionate, heart wrenching journey in the first two books of the Resistance trilogy available now at all major online retailers!

Resistance Book One- The Arrangement: Elsa Mostek is a young Jewish woman who is forced to move with her family from the Warsaw Ghetto in Poland to the Auschwitz concentration camp in 1943. She immediately draws the attention of Nazi Officer Friedrich Weiss who inexplicably shows favor towards her and helps her escape harm many times thanks to the power he wields in the camp. Aware that many of her fellow female prisoners are bartering their bodies for survival and in desperation to save her starving family, Elsa makes an offer to Friedrich.

What Elsa does not know is that Friedrich is a spy with the German Resistance that has infiltrated the Nazi regime. He must keep up the pretense of loyalty to Hitler’s cause as he sends secrets to those on the outside. Friedrich doesn’t want to take advantage of Elsa but can’t help wanting her. As the misery of his position increases, she offers him the only light left in a world of darkness and despite his best intentions, Friedrich gives in to her offer. Passion explodes between them, giving them a reprieve from the monstrous world they inhabit, though both know it can never last.

Resistance Book Two-The Affair: Elsa Mostek Friedman has built a good life for herself and her daughter, Catherine. A life of privilege and wealth. It’s a life that’s a far cry from her humble beginnings in a Polish village. It’s a life built on lies, because while she adores her husband, David, it’s another man who haunts her dreams. It’s another man her body yearns for: Catherine’s father, the German Resistance spy Friedrich Weiss, who infiltrated the Nazi regime. Their love was forged in the horrors of Auschwitz and when Friedrich helped Elsa escape, it was to build the very life she has now.

Now Friedrich has returned and Elsa is torn between her love for her husband and all the security he provides, and the love she has for Friedrich, who is still a hunted man. Elsa and Friedrich have no future, but passion explodes between them, hotter than ever. And for all their noble intentions, for all their fears of discovery, neither can stay away from the other. Elsa walks a knife-edge line between both men as she also tries to protect the secrets she’s kept for over six years.  But there are others who know Elsa’s secrets and they too have returned to make sure the carefully constructed world she’s built explodes in a rain of violence and vengeance that will only be appeased when everything Elsa holds dear is destroyed.

 About the Author

A self confessed ‘city girl’ E. Jamie lives in TorontoCanada and loves roaming the streets of her vibrant city to feed her muse. She loves penning passionate tales that leave the bedroom door wide open! She enjoys writing across all erotic sub genres from contemporary to historicals! In her spare time she wishes she had more time to read, explore her city, watch TV and dish up some delicious creations. Cooking feeds both the culinary and writing muse and she is also going to be working on a non-fiction cookbook soon! She’s always thrilled to hear from her readers at her website www.authorejamie.wordpress.com on facebook www.facebook.com/authorejamie and twitter www.twitter.com/authorejamie

 

Welcome Tawny Weber today

Midnight Special by Tawny Weber

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Somewhere on the train is a key witness for a crime involving arson, murder and a high-profile businessman. And reporter Marni Clare will do whatever it takes to get the story—even if it means crashing in a sleeper car that’s she’s not sure she’s reserved. But when she wakes, she finds herself curled up with the man she’s seeking…and he’s hot enough to derail all her plans!

FBI special agent Hunter won’t complain about the wickedly hot blonde in his arms. And maybe it’s the medication he’s on, but he’s even agreed to share his room for the entire journey….

It’s a long trip in close quarters, and within days their berth becomes the scene of some steamy railway romps. But is Marni just having fun…or is she taking Hunter for a ride?

Teaser Excerpt:

After a couple of seconds of his death stare, Marni’s smile drooped, then she bit her lip and looked away.

There. He still had it.

The ability to intimidate sweet women. He’d bet he could make babies cry and puppies whimper, too.

“You look grumpy.”

Hunter scowled.

“Really grumpy,” she decided, closing the lid of her laptop, setting it aside and getting to her feet. She glanced at the clock on the wall, then at her watch as if to verify the time. “I’ll bet you’re hungry. We haven’t had anything but coffee in two hours. Want to get breakfast?”

“Look, I can’t do this roommate thing. It was nice enough of you to offer to share, but it’s just not going to work.”

“So you’re leaving?”

“No, you are.”

Her cupid’s bow mouth dropped open and she stared for so long, he wanted to blow on her face to make her blink.

“It’s my berth. I was in it first. Out of the goodness of my heart, I offered to share it with you. So why would I give it up?”

Hunter considered flashing his FBI badge and going the national security route. But he was seriously tired. Tired and sore and empty. He needed a little downtime. He had a week to build a case that would put away the head of one of the biggest criminal organizations on the east coast. He wasn’t going to do that with people bugging him, asking FBI questions and passing him in the hallway muttering “the truth is out there.”

 

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Tawny will be awarding a bookmark goodie package to one commenter at each stop (bookmark, signed cover flat, post it pad, magnet) and a grand prize of a $25 Amazon / BN (or other bookstore of the winner’s choice) GC to one randomly drawn commenter during this tour and her other Book Blast on May 9th.

Follow the tour and comment; the more  comments you leave, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/04/super-book-blast-2-midnight-special-by.html

About the Author…

Tawny Weber has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Harlequin Blaze hit the shelves in 2007.  A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.

Readers can check out Tawny’s books at her website or join her Red Hot Readers Club for goodies like free reads, complete first chapter excerpts, recipes, insider story info and much more.  And for a limited time, she has a few open spots on her Street Team!

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Guest Author Day~Sharon Kleve

Hi and welcome to my blog, Sharon Kleve. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

The first three books in The Corny Myers Series have been published so far. I’m working on the fourth called, ‘The Ex’. I anticipate it being released by April. Corny has two friends, Brenda and Kitty who show up periodically and they’ll have their own books too.

 

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

I have a cube, day job. When I get a contract I do a chair happy dance and then immediately call my husband and whisper my excitement. Now, when we get home we celebrate with a bottle of Kirkland champagne, from Costco.

 

What influenced you to get published? How long did it take for your first book to get published?

Debbie Macomber founded our RWA chapter and her daughter gave me a list of things to accomplish after finishing my first book, which took about a year. The first was to join Romance Writers of America and the Peninsula Chapter of the RWA. I did and I met my publisher at the first meeting. I’d say all of my wonderful author friends had a big influence on getting published.

 

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?

Valentine Special Delivery was the first sexy story I’ve written. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I tell my friends, it’s easier to do, then write about.

 

Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write?

It’s more an author then one book. Janet Evanovich is my inspiration. Her stories make you laugh and your always waiting for the next book to come out.

 

Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories?

I love music and it’s my constant companion while I’m writing. I don’t care for Rapp or Country music but anything else is great. I despise commercials… I actually have to stop writing when I hear one on the radio.

 

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?

Again, Janet Evanovich!

 

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?

My husband is a Nuclear Engineer with the Department of Defense and he comes up with the most amazing plots. He humbly says he’s not a romantic but he comes up with the best

 

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell?

I’m nuts…

Other than writing, what are some of your passions in life?

I bake bread, lots of bread. (Bagels, sour dough, French bread, and tortillas.) I love to cook too. After eating all the bread, I go running so I don’t look like my bagels.

What books are currently on your nightstand?

For my birthday this year my friend gave me a great book. It’s called, Kitty Cornered. How Frannie and Five Other Incorrigible Cats Seized Control of Our House and Made It Their Home [Paperback.) It’s about a guy who grew up hating cats and now he has six.

What can readers expect next from you?

You can expect Kitty’s and Brenda’s stories, with the men they adore and don’t understand.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?  

My Publisher is Books To Go Now : http://bookstogonow.com/

Contact me here:

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 Klutzy Love by Sharon Kleve

Corny is a hot chick with a great job that she loves. All that changed in the blink of an eye when her boss had an accident involving an oversized rubber band. She’s still a hot chick, but her boss is dead.

Steve Spears is a seasoned narcotics cop who ends up wanting to strangle Corny on a regular basis. After finding out Corny’s dream of opening a pet detective business, he decides he doesn’t want a girlfriend who routinely puts herself in danger. That’s his job!

Corny misses Steve, but she’s getting on with her life. She decides to get a month’s worth of dating out of the way in a single night, by combining her three favorite things—men, food, and alcohol.

Steve’s big gun and cop’s intuition saves Corny’s life, but not from another trip to the emergency room. He makes Corny promise never to get hurt again—she agreed, but has her fingers crossed behind her back. 

Excerpt:

I raised my salty-rimmed margarita, “Let’s make a toast to Mr. Langfield; he was kind, kooky, and had poor taste in women.”

“Here, here. God bless the silly romantic fool,” Kitty cheered and twirled her hair around her finger.

“I second that,” Brenda clinked her glass to ours and munched on chips and salsa.

After a sip from my drink my sexy-guy radar started to beep. I did a quick scan of the restaurant and spotted my target. I discreetly waved my hand above my head and said, “Target acquired… target acquired.” We laughed until we about peed our pants and then I leaned forward and quietly asked, “Do you think he heard me?” then giggled more. “I’ve seen my share of gorgeous men, but that guy is smok’n hot.”

“Oh boy, is he ever,” Kitty and Brenda said in unison and fanned their faces dramatically.

“He’s been looking my way. I’m giving him my, ‘you can buy me a drink’ look.”

All of a sudden Kitty rolled her eyes toward the bar and whispered, “Holy moly. He’s coming this way.”

Sure enough he made his way through the crowd on the dance floor towards our table. Before I hyperventilated from excitement, Kitty kicked me in the shin. “Thanks. I needed that.” Kitty could be pretty levelheaded in stressful situations.

Links to Purchase:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Kleve/e/B006JAH14S/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Klutzy-Love-ebook/dp/B0091HGE6W/ref=pd_rhf_ee_p_t_1

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Sharon-kleve?keyword=Sharon+kleve&store=allproducts&iehack=%E2%98%A0

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=sharon+kleve 

Author of “The Corny Myers Series”

Flamingo Blues, Published December 2011

Be Mine, Published February 2012

Klutzy Love, Published August 2012

Love Under The Christmas Tree, (Christmas Anthology), Published November 2012

Josey’s Christmas Cookie, Published November 2012

Valentine Special Delivery, Published January 2013

Valentine’s Say I Love You, (Valentine Anthology), Published February 2013

 

Check out Kendall McKenna

Hey, everybody! I’m Kendall McKenna and I write m/m erotic romance novels. Last time I was a guest here was back in March, just before my vampire story, Nights In Canaan was released. I’m back now, with a completely different offering.

Let’s talk about book series. We’ve all read them. We all have at least one that we adore. Some of us prefer series to stand-alone stories. I admit, I like when secondary characters grow over time, or when something from an earlier book plays a part in the current story. But I’ve never thought much about them beyond that.

The very first title I had published is Brothers In Arms. It was never supposed to be a series. The very first review of the book was filled with praise, and a request for more stories about my main characters, Jonah and Kellan. The review also requested a story about a supporting character, named Corey. I was surprised by both of these things, but when I thought about it, I realized I could write more stories like this.

In the meantime, I wrote a paranormal story called Strength of the Pack. Halfway through writing this book, I realized one of my supporting characters was very likeable, and could easily be the center of his own story. It was easy to sketch an outline of a story for him, so I decided that I would develop a series and decided to name it The Tameness of the Wolf.

When I reached the point where I realized that I had effectively begun to write two separate series of books, I decided to name the contemporary military series The Recon Diaries. I also decided to give each series its own, distinct identity, beyond the fact that one has werewolves and the other doesn’t.

The paranormal series is much more standard erotic romance. It’s more or less a look at what might happen if werewolves lived in our world, we knew about them, and valued their contributions to our society.

The Recon Diaries is much different. Brothers In Arms is a book that is very different from most others in the genre. It’s plot driven, realistic and technically accurate. I based the plot on a real-world issue. The story is fiction, nothing that happens in the story has ever taken place. But the circumstances that lead up the events in the story are very real.

I decided that would be the hallmark of The Recon Diaries. Each fictional story would be based on something real, each story would deal with an actual issue that negatively impacts someone. Brothers In Arms looked at a possible scenario for how the military contractors obtained all of their lucrative no-bid government contracts. Fire For Effect, Book 2 of The Recon Diaries, deals with possible reasons why so few veterans of Operations Iraqi Freedom and Enduring Freedom have been awarded high level medals of valor, when acts of a similar nature had been awarded Medals of Honor in previous conflicts. When Book 3, The Final Line is released in July, it takes an unflinching, realistic look at Post Traumatic Stress, Traumatic Brain Injury, and the need for treatment.

And that is how I’m going to set the entire series apart from any other I end up writing. I recently had a chat with my editor about plans for future stories and which characters will reappear. At least two future books will feature the nearly out of control incident of sexual assault in the U.S. military, and the kidnapping of U.S. citizens in countries abroad. It’s possible I may end up writing about the handler/canine relationship of military working dogs, and the backlog of VA claims for wounded warriors. I’ve got a full dance card for the foreseeable future.

Here’s a blurb and an excerpt from the 2^nd book, Fire For Effect. If you’ve read Brothers In Arms, this is a continuation of Kellan’s and Jonah’s story. If this excerpt interests you, but you haven’t read Brothers In Arms, that’s where you’ll want to start, then move on to Fire For Effect. Get ready! Time is running out! The Final Line comes out July 4^th (appropriate for a book about U.S. Marines!).

Blurb:
Hired to investigate the denial of a Marine the Medal of Honor, Kellan Reynolds and Jonah Carver try to untangle a web of lies, deceit, and heroism.

Two years after the events of Brothers In Arms, Kellan Reynolds and First Sergeant Jonah Carver are struggling with their bi-coastal relationship. Following the events in Iraq, Kellan’s expertise in national security is well established and he is hired to investigate the suspicious repeated denial of a KIA Marine the Medal of Honor.

Kellan brings Jonah onto his staff and into his home, but just as their relationship settles into a routine, their investigation heats up. What begins at the Pentagon, leads to Camp Leatherneck in Afghanistan, and an ambush that threatens to destroy everything they’ve built.

Excerpt:
They were so wrapped up in the information spread out on the table before them, they hadn’t bothered to change clothes when they’d arrived home. They’d gotten as far as removing their suit coats. Kellan stood now, rolling up his shirtsleeves but Jonah was still perfectly unwrinkled in his olive uniform trousers and khaki tie and shirt.

At some point, it had made sense for the rest of Kellan’s staff to pursue the case of systemic discrimination in the awards process. They would compile what Kellan would need to report to the Senate. That left Jonah and Kellan to figure out why Sergeant Miguel Restrepo was being denied the Medal of Honor, and exactly by whom.

Kellan had been hungry for awhile, but each time he was about to call for a break to fix dinner, Jonah would connect another piece of the puzzle. Kellan ended up typing information into his notes, tagging document files and moving items into different folders on his hard drive.

Jonah stood at the long end of the table looking over the paperwork he had stacked and organized as he’d worked his way through the complicated mess. He balanced all of his weight on one leg, bent the knee of his second leg, and fisted his hands on his narrow hips. Jonah’s handsome brow was marred by a frown of concentration as his intelligent blue eyes darted from photos to written reports. Jonah was tall and lean, built like he was made to wear the uniforms of the Marine Corps, and Kellan found him sexy as hell.

He may not have left the Corps so that he could explore a physical relationship with Jonah, but it had certainly gone in the ‘pros’ column when he’d been weighing his options.

“You’re staring at me,” Jonah said suddenly, startling Kellan out of his reverie, but not looking away from the organized chaos of their dining room table.

“Uh huh,” Kellan replied, not at all ashamed at being called out.

“Staring at me isn’t going to help us figure out why Restrepo is being blocked from receiving the MOH.” Jonah finally looked Kellan in the eye.

“No, but it’s a damn fun thing to do.” Kellan smiled. He decided he was done with work for the night. Dinner first, then crawling into bed with Jonah were the only two things left on his agenda for the night.

Jonah snorted a laugh, one corner of his mouth lifting in the smile that always made Kellan’s stomach twist in ways it embarrassed him to describe. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t get back to this tonight.”

“Yeah, well, there’s always tomorrow.” Kellan grinned, openly flirting. He saved and closed all of his secure files, then he got up from his chair and moved into the warm circle of Jonah’s arms.

“You haven’t gotten tired of having me under foot twenty-four-seven, yet?” Jonah asked, running his palms over Kellan’s back. The question seemed casual, even humorous, but Kellan suspected it was a diversionary tactic.

“Not at all,” Kellan replied with conviction. “You don’t regret taking an office job, do you? Not wishing you’d promoted to Master Sergeant and stayed with a combat unit?”

“No,” Jonah replied so quickly, Kellan nearly doubted him. “I hate having to wear the service uniform—fucking ties—but I like using my brain this much. This is important work, too. This matters.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Kellan said quietly against the warm skin of Jonah’s throat, relief washing through him. He inhaled and caught the scent of the cologne Jonah had begun to wear. He hadn’t asked but Kellan assumed Jonah had never worn cologne regularly because he spent so much time getting sweaty, dirty, or just plain wet. Marines were amphibious, after all.

“Are you coming to the same conclusion I am, about all of this?” Jonah’s question confused Kellan momentarily.

It took several moments to realize Jonah was referring to the issue with Restrepo. “Probably, but what conclusion are you reaching?”

“Someone has been lying about what happened inside that house in Fallujah,” Jonah replied. “We might need to conduct our own interviews.”

Kellan had been coming to that conclusion over the last several days, yes. He was still hoping to find a way around it. “If we want to continue pursuing this; if we want the truth, regardless of what that truth is, I believe that is what we’re going to have to do.”

Jonah made a frustrated sound. “Send someone else, this time.” It sounded almost like a plea.

“I’m not sending anyone to do something I’m not willing to do myself.” Did Jonah expect anything else from him?

“Yeah, I know,” Jonah replied with resignation. “I’m going with you, you know.”

“You are my military aide.” Kellan pulled back to meet Jonah’s eyes. They were standing in the dining room of a small house in Virginia, casually discussing the fact they were going to have to head directly into a war zone.

Kellan sighed inwardly. Always a Marine.

“Don’t get kidnapped this time,” Jonah said in mock annoyance.

“Why not? It was such a fun experience the first time.”

Jonah rolled his eyes. Kellan laughed.

“I’m getting out of this monkey suit,” Jonah said, heading for the bedroom and stripping off his uniform tie.

“Oh, hey, wait for me!” Kellan chased after Jonah. “I want to help!”

Information on where to buy Fire for Effect can be found here  http://kendallmckenna.com/books/the-recon-diaries/

 

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Shayla Black’s Wicked Lovers Tour Stop/Contest

Welcome to the Shayla Black – Who’s Your Wicked Lover Giveaway Hop stop. I am so thrilled to help Ms. Black celebrate their new release (TODAY!!!) of the next book in the Wicked Lovers Series, Ours to Love.

So the theme is wicked lovers and since I didn’t read the series yet-yes I know bad Raine- but I do have it on the wish list, I am going to talk about my favorite book hero instead. I love a strong yet tender hero in the books I read and I have to admit, Cherise Sinclair’s DOM, Logan,  in Master of the Mountain, is one man who makes me want to say ‘Yes Master’ faster than I can drop my clothes. *grins* He is a man who is tender to his submissive yet maintains such exquisite control I longed to see him break and break h e did when after years of nightmares left him feeling lonely and alone, one spunky curvy woman brought this masterful dominant to his knees. I loved how this strong forceful man was able to show his vulnerable side to the woman who fell in love with him one weekend and calmed the inner demons inside him. Logan is the book hero I can’t get enough of.

Now a little about ‘Ours to Love’

Wicked Lovers, Book 7

Between two brothers…
Xander Santiago spent years living it up as a billionaire playboy. Never given a chance to lead his family business in the boardroom, he became a Master in the bedroom instead. His older brother inherited the company and worked tirelessly to make it an empire. But while the cutthroat corporate espionage took its toll on Javier, nothing was as devastating as the seemingly senseless murder of his wife. It propelled him into a year of punishing rage and guilt…until Xander came to his rescue.

Comes an irresistible woman …
Eager to rejuvenate Javier’s life, Xander shanghais him to Louisiana where they meet the beautiful London McLane. After surviving a decade of tragedy and struggle, London is determined to make a fresh start—and these sexy billionaire brothers are more than willing to help. In every way. And London is stunned to find herself open to every heated suggestion…and desperately hoping that her love will heal them.

And inescapable danger …
But a killer with a hidden motive is watching, on a single-minded mission to destroy everything the Santiago brothers hold dear, especially London. And as fear and desire collide, every passionate beat of her heart could be her last.

Plus there currently is a virtual signing going on for this book and the first in the series. It will continue through release week. Drop by http://romancenovelpromotions.blogspot.com/p/authors-virtual-signings.html to check it all out.

My Giveaway information- So tell me this, who is your book hero that you can’t get enough of? It can be one of the Wicked Lovers Heroes or a different book hero. Let me know and you are entered to win a $10 All Romance E-book store Gift card as well as a $5 Starbucks gift card. e-Books and coffee (or whatever you prefer to drink) a perfect combination in my mind.

Make sure to leave an email address within your comment so I can contact you in case you win. Contest open internationally and I will draw the name on May 22nd.

Grand Prize Information- Shayla is offering a grand prize of a Kindle Fire HD 7″ for one random commenter. All you need to do is fill out the raffelcopter below.

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