Release blitz for Good Enough to Trust

Good Enough to TrustGOOD ENOUGH TO TRUST (Good Enough, Book 2 – Going Back) by Zara Stoneley

An erotic romance, including menage, M/F/M and sex outdoors.

Do you trust the boy you loved, or the man you might?

Sophie has only one thing on her New Year’s resolution list – sorting out her life.
Losing her parents was hard, blaming herself hurt more – but was it really her fault, or was accepting the guilt easier than facing up to the truth?
Retracing her steps was never going to be easy, risking her heart again is even harder – and when there’s two men to choose from will it be easier to trust the man she’s never stopped loving, or the one that might give her the new start she needs?

Available fromAmazon (UK), Amazon (US)



“No, because I’m not. Are you?” He didn’t wait for my answer. Just gently propelled me backwards until my back met the soft covering of the lichen-covered rocks and my hips tilted forward until I could feel the heat of his cock pressed hard against me.

“I’ve missed you so much, Sophie.” His hand slipped under my T-shirt burning a molten path up my body that left me whimpering. “Have you come back to torture me, show me what I’ve missed out on?”

I shook my head dumbly, because right now my brain hadn’t got the capacity to think, to answer questions, to do anything but pander to my body’s reactions.

“You shouldn’t have come back.” His voice was hoarse, his hand closed around my heavy breast, his thumb brushing over a nipple I knew was hard, but he was looking at me. Straight to the heart as they say.

“I had to.”

“Shit, Sophie.” And when he kissed me it wasn’t the exploration of yesterday it was hard, physical in a way that made me gasp, controlling and yet demanding, as though he had to catch up on all the years in between.

And it made me cry.

I clung to him, clung as though I was afraid he’d go, even though his hard body was pressed against mine, his mouth claiming mine. I could taste my salty tears as our teeth clashed, as his fingers meshed into my hair, as the hunger we’d both kept under control erupted. And I was shaking, trembling with need and anticipation as I tasted the lust in his mouth, felt the want in his body.

He grunted as the button of my jeans gave way for him and his hand forced its way into my panties, his fingers slipping into my wet channel. I lifted my leg, wrapped it round him, my hand on his face as we drank from each other. And all I could do was rock against him, clutch at him, lick him and kiss him as the tears gradually slowed to a stop and a hunger that scared me took its place.


To read a longer excerpt visit Zara’s website.


Book Barrage for The Count’s Last Mistress

clm-coverThe Count’s Last Mistress (The Valencourts #1) by Bess Greenfield

Historical Romance

Publisher: Self/Indie

Release Date: March 12, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 91,000

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She set out to expose his true nature, but the secrets revealed were her own…

In the aftermath of war and revolution, cavalry officer Olivier Valencourt, the comte de Chaumenay, only wants peace. But his discovery of his deceased brother’s child in a Montmartre hovel leads to a battle of wills with the lovely but evasive American struggling to provide for him. Determined to gain custody of his nephew, Olivier sets out to win the audacious bohemian’s trust with patronage and patience, but her courage, wisdom, and innocent sensuality divert his agenda.

Painter Jeanne Delancy has good reason to despise the portrait-worthy count before she ever meets him. She believes he’s the man who seduced and deserted her friend long ago. Unfortunately, the talented and persuasive Olivier is hard to dislike or resist in person.

Conflicted by loyalty to her missing friend and her duty to the abandoned six-year-old she’s vowed to protect, Jeanne feels obligated to give the war hero the opportunity to prove he’s worthy of knowing his son. But the independent woman who thinks herself immune to temptation underestimates Olivier in many ways and reveals far more than she ever anticipates. While the strong-willed opposites struggle to reconcile their deepest longings, dangerous alliances and scandalous secrets threaten a tragic repetition of history.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


The door opened, and the impersonal explanation he’d memorized vanished from his mind. He’d expected to see the lithesome, titian-haired beauty he’d known long ago in Burgundy. Instead, he encountered a petite brunette in a paint-smeared smock. There was also paint in one of the corkscrews of hair which had fallen free of her chignon. Something about the woman arrested him though he deemed her unconventionally pretty at best with her wide forehead, long nose, and dainty mouth. Perhaps it was her reaction to him. He could sense the frantic beating of her heart, and her golden brown eyes telegraphed wariness.

He regretted causing her distress and hastened to explain himself. “Good afternoon. I am Olivier Valencourt.” He bowed instinctively. “I’m looking for Claudine Ardaut, and I was informed she lived here. Is she at home?”

The young woman swallowed and hesitated, clearly debating her reply. “I am not familiar with anyone by that name.”

Her French was grammatically correct, but her accent revealed her as American. It surprised him to find a foreigner in Paris now. It was unlikely that she’d come here recently. The ruins of landmarks and homes and the mass burials of the executed made Paris a tourist destination only for those with a morbid taste for tragedy. She must have come before the war. There had been little warning when France declared war against Prussia. Many foreigners found themselves trapped inside the barricades along with working-class Parisians without the resources to leave.

“I was given this address by a reliable source,” he persisted. Instinct told him she was lying.

“Are you implying that I’m lying to you?” she asked in her slow, unnatural-sounding manner of speech.

“Certainly not. I was merely hoping you might know some little detail which would enable me to find her.”

Absently, she touched her face, leaving umber fingerprints upon her cheek. He felt an irrational urge to wipe the paint from her smooth, fair skin. She was pretty by any standard, he decided.

“Why are you looking for this woman? Has she done something wrong?”

“No. I’ve come on a personal matter.”

If anything, she looked even more defensive. Her enormous eyes filled with censure as if she knew what he’d done and the ramifications. The guilt he’d been trying to suppress for weeks finally assailed him. If only he’d kept his opinions to himself, so many lives might have turned out differently.

Her evasiveness maddened him. He only wished to complete his mission and be done with the whole matter, and she was keeping him from accomplishing that. He’d overcome far more challenging obstacles than a reticent female. He’d been good at persuading women at one time though he could scarcely recall those years now. Searching for some way to draw her out, his glance fell upon her voluminous smock. Sometimes the best strategy was the most obvious one. “You are a painter, I see. I recently came into possession of some property and could use some new art for decoration. Do you have anything for sale?”

She frowned, instantly suspicious. “Nothing is finished.”

“I know how you artists are. Nothing is ever completed to your satisfaction.” He took a step toward the threshold. “Why don’t you allow me to be the judge?”

She held her ground. “I’m certain my style would be too modern to suit your taste.”

She folded her arms about her waist, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her small form. She possessed a better figure than he’d thought, full round breasts and a tiny waist. A strange sort of agitation arose inside him. With astonishment, he recognized the sensation as lust. He hadn’t felt desire for so many months he’d feared he might never regain that part of his nature. Though he felt reassured that all was in working order, the inappropriateness of his irrational attraction irritated him. “And you know my taste.”

She surveyed his uniform from his polished boots to his fitted jacket with its neat rows of small gold buttons and black braiding. “You are an officer of some sort. A military man. I would guess you are conservative and view art primarily in terms of investment.”

He’d never given a second thought to art, but he didn’t appreciate her making assumptions about him. “There you are wrong. As it happens, I prefer more modern pieces. Besides, your refusal to let me judge your work only makes me more curious about it.”

bgreenfield-authorphotoAbout the Author

Bess Greenfield grew up in Pittsburgh and graduated from Cornell University and University of Pittsburgh School of Law. Before coming to the conclusion that she should pursue her passion and become a novelist, she worked as a journalist for several newspapers, as a lawyer, and as a waitress (disastrously). She is a lifelong aficionado of romantic literature and currently lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, three children, and overly affectionate chocolate Labrador. When she is not dreaming up and researching new stories or driving her children somewhere, she enjoys traveling, walking in the forest, and adding to her growing collection of native Virginia plants. For more information about Bess Greenfield and her books, please visit


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sinbadlastvoyageSpace Opera versus Soap Opera

When I started the series called The Adventures of Sinbad, I didn’t think of it as a “space opera.” After four novels in the series, however, I realize that’s exactly what it is…just one gigantic soap opera set in the future on a planet far, far away…and the introduction to this sudsy space saga might go something like this:

Welcome once again, dear reader, to The Adventures of Sinbad…the stories which ask: Can a halfbreed human-hating smuggler find happiness with a very human Earthling in spite of threats from the United Terran Federation, Sinbad’s nefarious criminal cohorts, and the galaxy in general?  Therein lies the question and thereby hangs more than one tale…

Why don’t we give the Adventures a once-over and see if they actually qualify to sell soap to the intergalactic masses?

Book 1, Sinbad’s Last Voyage:  This story, set in the remains of California after a gigantic, introduces our hero and heroine.  Andrea Talltrees is Navajo.  Sinbad is a smuggler, half-Felidan and resembles a man-sized feline.  He’s big, he’s beautiful, he’s sexy, and he hates humans with a passion because they framed  and killed his father, a Terran soldier.  That passion turns into an equally violent love when he meets Andi.

In the story we have: 1) bigamy; 2) an illegitimate pregnancy, 3) an invasion of Earth by one group while it’s fighting another group; 4) a terminal illness; 5) a husband accused of being a spy; 6) one smart-ass adolescent who smokes, drinks, and talks back.

Book 2, Sinbad’s Wife:   The title tells it all.  After begging, threatening, and trickery, Sinbad convinces Andi to make an honest man of him and they are married.  By this time, his illness has run its course and he’s in Coast City Hospital where the only surgeon who can save him blackmails Andi into becoming his mistress before he’ll operate.

This novel contains: 1) the aforementioned blackmail; 2) a forced seduction; 3) major surgery on the hero; 4) that same hero being arrested when he awakens from surgery; 5) the appearance of an illegitimate son on a wedding day; 6) two know-it-all teenagers getting into sexual trouble; 7) the reappearance of an ex-husband; 8) a second enforced seduction; 9) a helpful transvestite; 9) a second illegitimate pregnancy.

Whew!  Are you still with me?  Is this getting pretty sudsy and soapy so far?  Did you see the kitchen sink peeping out from behind that last paragraph?  Let’s continue:

Book 3, Sinbad’s Pride:  You can’t keep a good smuggler down!  Sinbad discovers a loophole in the Treaty made with the Federation which allows Felida to become a crime planet and get away with it.  Before you know it, he’s got the other pride leaders involved but in ways he doesn’t expect.  Each leader wants an association through marriage and sends him a daughter to be his concubine.

Soap opera elements:  1) the above concubines; 2) a rival smuggler harassing Sin’s ships; 3) a crash in which Sin’s sustains major injuries making him an invalid; 4) Stepson Cash eloping with one of the above concubines; 5) Cash sending his children with the above concubine back for Sin to raise. 6) Sin wanting to divorce Andi because he can no longer “be a husband to her.”

Book 4, Sinbad’s Triumph:  It’s just that.  Experimental surgery and computer implants give Sin back the ability to walk.

For further angst: 1) Daughter N’Sagar marries Sin’s cousin but has an affair with his son. 2) Father and son fight and the son is killed. 3) N’Sagar takes holy vows to achieve forgiveness; 4) Cash returns home to reconcile with his children and die of a dread disease; 5) Runaway concubine Senset becomes a prostitute; 6) In her mid-fifties, Andi discovers she’s again pregnant.

Can The Brave and the Beautiful, Dallas, or the Guiding Light match these storylines?

And now…loud drum roll here…TA-DAAH…

SInbadsWar-001There’s Sinbad’s War

Sinbad sh’en Singh, smuggler-turned-shipping magnate, has become quite the family man, knee-deep in sons, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, complacent in his quiet but profitable life—and then a Federation emissary arrives, announcing the Fed is once more at war, and he’s been sent to obtain sh’en Singh Shipping’s Darters for its nearly destroyed fleet.

Not surprisingly, he’s refused, until Felida itself is attacked and there are casualties in Sin’s own family, among them his beloved Andi and new daughter Milagra.  Enlisting in the Air Guard, Sinbad and his sons find themselves in the war, scattered throughout the galaxy, and facing challenges some of them never expected.

The whole universe is about to discover there is nothing quite so dangerous as a Felidian who’s lost his mate.

Don’t you agree this is definitely the stuff soaps are made of? What can I say?  And there are still three books to go!  Can my imagination survive the challenge?

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Close friends Allan and Warwick are dead. They’re not crazy about the idea so to help them deal with this dilemma are Samantha, a blond bombshell from the 1950s, and Guy, an insecure angel.

They are soon drawn into the world of theatre – Afterlife style, with all the bitchiness, back-stabbing and ego usually associated with the mortal world.

Allan also has a secret. He has a romantic crush on his friend, Warwick, but shortly after confiding in his new angel pal, his love interest falls for the cock-sure playwright, Pedro.

Not only does Allan have to win the heart of his companion, he also has to grapple with the faded memory of how he actually died.

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“Warwick!” I yelled. “Are you there?”

There was no answer. A couple adorned in bohemian black, stopped in their tracks the moment I shouted to my ex-lover.

“Broken heart,” whispered Guy to the interested onlookers.

“I understand,” replied the woman. She looked up to her man. “Poor thing.”

“Go on, Allan, call out again.”

“Warwick! Warwick! I love you.” My voice echoed from the building as I looked to my angel friend. He nodded and caressed my shoulder. The couple nodded as well. “Warwick, are you home? I need to talk to you. Will you come down, please?”

“Keep going, Allan.”

“I really need to talk to you. I have so much more to say to you. I should never have let you walk out of my door the other night. I’ve wanted to talk to you so many times during the last few days, but there’s nowhere private at the theater. Plus I’d probably break down which is not a good look when you’re wearing white grease paint.”

A few onlookers came out from their balconies. I glanced at Guy who was joined by a small audience. Some parents had let their kids stay up well after bedtime, and their freckled little girl was giggling at me. Her mother shushed her so she sat on the ground, sulking.

“Don’t worry about it, Allan. Just go on.”

“Yes, we’re right behind you,” said an elderly lady with bad teeth. “You make him listen.”

“Warwick, I love you and I know you love me. You told me so. You said you’ve been waiting all year for me to make a move, and as you know I’ve been waiting for you to make that move too.”

“You tell him, love!” interrupted the old woman.

My support team began to chant Warwick’s name. I was empowered. I encouraged them to clap their hands in time. They did. There was about ten of them now, and their support gave me a warm glow in that frosty breeze. However, Guy looked worried.


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About the Author:

Kevin lives with his long-term partner in their humble apartment (affectionately named Sabrina), in Australia’s own ‘EmeraldCity,’ Sydney.

From an early age Kevin had a passion for writing, jotting down stories and plays until it came time to confront puberty. After dealing with pimple creams and facial hair, Kevin didn’t pick up a pen again until he was in his thirties. His handwritten manuscript was being committed to paper when his social circumstances changed, giving him no time to write. Concerned, his partner, Warren, snuck the notebook out to a friend who in turn came back and demanded Kevin finish his novel. It wasn’t long before Kevin’s active imagination was let loose again.

His longest running passion is a weekly radio program he produces with Warren for local Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander station, Koori Radio. Since 2004 they have been discovering music, both new and old, and interviewing local artists and community leaders. Every Friday night, The Rhythm Divine is heard across Sydney and via the world wide web.

Kevin is currently at work on the sequel to Drama Queens with Love Scenes.

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Sabrina Devonshire’s “Message from Viola Mari” Blog Barrage

mfvm-coverMessage from Viola Mari by Sabrina Devonshire

Contemporary Erotic Sci-Fi Romance

Publisher: Extasy Books

Release Date: January 1, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Length: 157 pages

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World-renowned oceanographer and meteorite specialist Marissa Jones uncovers evidence that a comet cloud will soon destroy Earth. When aspiring writer and her best friend Jennifer begs her to take a Saturday morning sci-fi writing class, Marissa reluctantly agrees. Writing her real-life story as fiction gives her an astonishing new perspective on the anomalous set of craters she discovered off the La JollaCoast.

But this favor for her friend stirs up more than scientific results…writing teacher Justin Lincoln goads her constantly and taunts her with his irresistible curly blond locks and steely physique he knows only too well make women drool. Marissa teeters on the edge of anger and raging attraction for this irritating man. But it’s a terrible time to let lust call the shots when the world’s about to end and Marissa’s the only one who can save everyone.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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The moon had risen, tracing a shimmering pathway of light across the ocean. The warm breeze blew strands of hair around my face. All my senses aroused, I skipped ahead of Justin, threw up my arms and twirled around. “I love it here.” And I love you, my heart whispered.

My enthusiastic dance brought me back to him and he took my hand and spun me around like we were dancing and then slung his arm around my shoulder as we strolled down the beach.

As we ducked under a cluster of palm trees that dipped low toward the ocean, Justin dropped into the sand and, pulled me down with him. I dropped neatly into his lap. Pulling me tight up against his chest, he folded his lips over mine. His kisses were rough and hungry. He penetrated my mouth with his tongue, exploring and setting all my nerve endings on fire. I met his urgency with equal fervor. I yearned to feel the contours of his lips, his tongue, and his muscular body pressing into me, to heighten the desire that brought my nipples to attention and created a warm wetness between my thighs.

I clung to the unruly curls behind his head, tugging his face in closer. Five o’clock shadow bristles scraped against my face, inciting my desire. I tipped back my head and let him trace circles on my neck with his tongue. I moaned and writhed with pleasure. “You want me bad, don’t you?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” I cried. He raised my arms so he could yank my shirt over my head. Without pause, he hurriedly unzipped and pulled down my jeans. He moved his hands over my thighs and slid a finger inside my slit.

“Oh my God, you’re wet. It’s going to feel so good to bury myself inside of you.”

After sliding in and out of my wet opening several times, first with one, then two fingers, he quickly disrobed. I let out an aching sigh. The sight of his rippling muscles under the moonlight incited my lust. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

I wasn’t used to men ordering me around, but for some reason, his brusque command sounded so sinfully delicious, it turned me on more than ever. I could *** just listening to him talk. I kneeled on the sand with my buttocks exposed to him. I felt so vulnerable, so desperate to have him bury himself to the hilt inside of me. He slid his full length inside of me almost immediately, which made me cry out.

“God, you feel good,” he moaned. “You’re so tight.” When he tongued the back of my neck, tickly tingles raced down my spine.

He penetrated me deeper than he ever had before, so deep I felt the entire breadth of my vagina stretching to accommodate him. “Oh, yes,” I cried, gasping for breath every time he slammed into me so pleasantly deep I saw stars all around and every nerve ending inside of my cried out more, more, more. “Give it to me. This feels so good.”

“Every inch I have is all yours.” His voice sounded hoarse with desire.

“You’ve got so many delicious inches.” He laughed and then flicked his tongue over my back and shoulders, further inciting my pleasure. I moaned and licked my lips, turning myself over to the lusty pleasure that pulsed inside of me. “Oh, Justin,” I cried out as my insides shattered in ecstatic release.


5 Stars from Ellen Cross—“Marissa Jones is a young Oceanographer and Metorite specialist, with a poor track record with men. Driven by her best friend, Jennifer, to join a sci-fi writing class, Mari is forced to suffer the frustratingly personal attention of her beyond mouth-watering, yet insanely irritating teacher, Justin Lincoln. One look at Justin, and Mari doesn’t know whether to follow her body’s desire to kiss him, or satisfy her mind’s urge to punch his lights out. Mari’s research into the mysterious craters on the ocean floor, leads her to the discovery that the earth’s end is approaching in a cataclysmic event that will claim all life. With no-one willing to believe her research, Mari is left with not only the fate of all mankind in her hands, but a best friend to keep happy, a sexy man to figure out, and a book to finish writing. Simple huh? Sabrina Devonshire has exploded into the sci-fi genre with “A message from Viola Mari”. Her beautifully descriptive style with the delicious splashes of witty humour throughout, are a delight for the senses. “Message from Viola Mari” will keep you guessing right up until the very last page.”

5 Star from Dean C. McMillin—“Marissa Jones is an oceanic geologist specializing in studying ancient meteorite impacts. She’s tough and serious with little need for anything else in her life … But, when her best friend talks her into enrolling in a creative writing course, she falls hard for the instructor, Justin Lincoln, much to her embarrassment. Marissa can’t believe that she’s so attracted to the hunky writing guru. She has to get over her own insecurities and accept the truth of his love … At the same time, she is uncovering an ancient secret that might mean doom for humanity … Unless she can find a solution and decipher what she believes is an alien message of hope. Investigating ancient underwater meteorite impact sites with Justin, Marissa becomes involved in life-threatening intrigues in a conflict that leads to an action-packed climax. This was an offbeat novel which I found to be a quick and easy read. The characters were sympathetic and relatable, and writing was clear, the story briskly paced. The story veers quite heavily into science fiction territory near the end, which is set up very well earlier in the book. Overall, a fun, light read.”

sdevonshire-authorphotoAbout the Author

Sabrina Devonshire, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she’s not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she’s often encouraging people to work out or writing a book or magazine article. She also loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar.

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Super Book Blast for Fate: Timeless Trilogy/Contest

Cover_FateFate: Timeless Trilogy Book One by Tallulah Grace

Romantic Suspense

Death stalks Kris in dreams and in reality. The target of a cunning serial killer, Kris must defend her life and her love. Visions prepare her for what’s coming, but is knowledge enough to change the future? Or will demented mania claim victory over fated love?

The good things in life are coming together for Kristina Collins. She’s found her ideal home, her career is on track for mega success and the man of her dreams has finally come back into her life.

In Fate, the first installment of the Timeless Trilogy, Kris Collins discovers the benefits and risks of having precognitive visions while being stalked by a serial killer. Her friends can’t help her, the FBI can’t save her; she must save herself.

The Timeless Trilogy heroines, Kristina, Veronica and Cassandra, each deal with paranormal abilities as they discover and rediscover eternal love.

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“Thanks. Do you live there with your husband?”

“No, it’s just me and Peg, um, Pegasus. My cat. Who is probably trying to dig his way into the pantry, looking for dinner.” Kris smiled and started to back down the stairs.  “Welcome to the neighborhood, I’m sure you’ll love it here. I have to go now, see you around.” The very last thing Kris wanted was to run into Marla. Seeing Nick was bad enough, but she had to get her act together before making nice with the wicked witch.

“Wait,” Nick didn’t want to let her go. The woman had stomped on his heart, crumpled him up and threw him away, but that didn’t seem to matter at the moment. “Would you like to have dinner? We could catch up.”

Kris felt like a deer in headlights. Her body and soul screamed ‘YES’ but her mind knew better. “Thanks, but maybe some other time. I’m really beat tonight.” Two more steps, keep moving, she thought.

“Tomorrow night?” Nick was determined not to take no for an answer. “I’ll cook.  Is seven okay? Pegasus is invited too.” Nick gave her one of his most charming smiles; at least he hoped it was charming.

Kris opened her mouth to say ‘No thanks’, but she heard the words “I’d love to” escape her traitorous lips. She had never been able to resist this man. Not from the first time she saw him walking out of the library at school. Tall with broad shoulders, he was one of the only men she had met who made her feel petite, which she definitely was not. His thick, wavy hair—so black it was almost blue—was a little longer than she remembered. It suited his high cheekbones and wide-set blue eyes.

Nick took note of her appraisal, his heart hammering against his ribs. Relief washed over him when she agreed to join him for dinner. Dazzling her with a smile, which she couldn’t help but return, he said softly, “Till tomorrow then.”

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Tallulah Grace is an aficionado of anything paranormal, loves to read a good thriller and creates characters that become friends. Tallulah was born and raised in a small southern town located in the foothills of the vibrant Blue Ridge Mountains. When she’s not developing characters and weaving stories, Tallulah enjoys antiquing and bead-weaving.





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Tour Stop~A Riveting Affair/Contest


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

Hi! Can Zeke and Jake bring me some whisky sours? That would be awesome, thanks. 

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

I’m a graduate student in New York City who moonlights as a romance writer. Neither of my professions pays very much, but writing is fun and graduate schools hold events with free food, so I survive.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Taylor Swift music. And pie. Any kind of pie. I just made this kind of Amish molasses pie called shoofly pie and ate half of it in one sitting, and it was divine. In fact, I might go get a slice now.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I was born and raised in Los Angeles, and I’m still a California girl at heart. No winters. Earthquakes. Shark attacks. My kind of place. Of course, next year I’m moving to Minnesota, which is full of winter and has no sharks, but, we can’t always get what we want, can we?

How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

I buy my muse a bottle of wine to put her in a good mood.  Romance her with some music (she likes Bach). Then I bribe her, generally with pie.

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

Usually there is alcohol and chocolate involved. Sometimes together, because amaretto chocolate pudding is amazing. And amaretto chocolate pudding pie? Yes.

What can readers expect next from you?

I have a novella coming out in May called The Last Time We Met set in nineteenth century London about two childhood sweethearts who meet again as grownups in suboptimal conditions. It received a starred review from Library Journal, which is pretty cool. They also compared it to Downton Abbey, which is slightly inaccurate because Regency does not equal Edwardian, but such a compliment because I love Downton Abbey.

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

Thanks so much for having me. I’d just like to add that Beauty and the Clockwork Beast has a cat in it, and everyone knows that cats make everything better.


 A Riveting Affair by Candace Havens, Patricia Elmer & Lily Lang

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Steampunk Romance




Beauty and the Clockwork Beast by Lily Lang

Rose Verney wants to fulfill her father’s dying request: to complete construction of the teleportation device he designed. Knowing just who can help her succeed, she seeks out Sebastian Cavendish, her father’s brilliant former student. Sebastian hasn’t left his home since he returned from the Civil War. He’s a broken man, his prosthetics a reminder of the terrible destruction his inventions brought to the battlefield. He wants nothing to do with Rose and her father’s masterpiece, but when she barges into his abandoned lab and begins construction, it’s everything he can do to resist getting involved. Especially when she charms her way into his monstrous heart.

Teaser Excerpt:

He had kissed her. She tried very hard not to think about it because the kiss hadn’t been intended for her, but she couldn’t help remembering the warmth of his lips, the gentleness of his hands, the feel of his hard body against hers.

Instead, as she lay in the darkness, shivering, sneezing, and distinctly confused by the events of the night, she tried to consider her next course of action. She ought, of course, to do exactly as Sebastian had told her to do; buy a ticket on the first train back to New Haven and forget this whole crazed scheme to complete her father’s last invention.

It had been an idiotic notion from the start. She was mad to have even considered it.

But she had wanted to work in a laboratory again, wanted to use her brain and her hands and her knowledge. She had hoped that if she brought her father’s blueprints to Sebastian and he helped her complete the device, she would be permitted to work as his assistant, as she had been her father’s.

Now, the thought of returning to New Haven to live out the rest of her life in unpaid drudgery under Louisa’s thumb—or worse, as poor George’s wife—made her spirits quail.

She didn’t want to go back. She didn’t want to return to the long, boring days filled with Louisa’s endless lectures on propriety and the Perils of Educating Females, and poor George’s longing glances, and her dismal little bedchamber with its bare floors and bare walls.

She couldn’t go back.

She wouldn’t go back.

 Other stories in the anthology include…

Candace Havens’ Demon Express~ Professor Maisy Clark, professional demon hunter, is on the trail of an evil scientist responsible for the deaths of hundreds. Julian is worse than the monsters he creates, but he’s also obsessed with Maisy and willing to kill anyone who gets too close to her.

Just when she thinks she has Julian cornered, the sexy marshall Jake Calloway insists the investigation is his, and everything goes to hell. Maisy came to Texas to corner the scientist whose macabre experiments have taken so many lives, and Calloway is just another distraction she doesn’t need. Julian is her responsibility, one she’s not about to share. Even if Calloway can help, Julian will know Maisy is falling for the marshall, and she’s not willing to risk his life.

The Clockwork Bride by Patricia Elmer ~ When engineer Aida Mulvaney attends a masquerade ball at the home of a staunch Luddite earl with a personal vendetta against her father’s company, she doesn’t expect to end the night married to the earl’s son Julian Capshaw, a brilliant engineer in his own right. The marriage will allow both of them to pursue their love of science, without interfering parents and ridiculous social stigmas. Though they escape to the Continent to start new lives, Julian’s father will have none of his heir’s disobedience. Before long, a marriage begun for the sake of convenience becomes a union of passion, but will it survive the machinations of an earl determined to destroy everything they love?

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