Book Blast~ Lucy Felthouse’s Cupid


Out Now! Cupid by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985 @evernightpub) #holiday #christmas #erotica #romance #shifter #paranormal #pnr


As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.

One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.

Has Cupid finally met his match?

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Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.

Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.

He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.

He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.

Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.

Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.

He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.

The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.

The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.

As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.


Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:



Release Blitz~ Coming Attractions


Out Now – Coming Attractions by Rosie Vanyon (@RVanyon) #romance #erotica #mf 


During a freak summer storm, screenwriter and heiress, Cara Kelly and movie producer, Levi Callister are marooned alone for days in a mansion used as the set for an erotic film series.

When Levi discovers Cara sleeping naked in one of the sensuously themed rooms, the two embark on a collision course that can only end up in flagrante.

Cara is a nomadic loner, too afraid to commit to family, a home—or even a potted begonia.

Levi is a player—a womanizer and entrepreneur. He needs a lot of money, fast.

So, when sparks fly between the unlikely pair both in and outside of the various sexily-decorated bedrooms, Cara can’t help wondering if Levi’s insatiable interest in her is real—or if it’s just her missing inheritance he’s chasing.


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She was practically naked—the last pastel pink scrap of lace hid nothing. He could see, touch, taste everything. And yet there was something incredibly intimate and romantic about the slide of his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, the slow drift of lace and fingertips over her thighs, the feel of his breath against her center.


She was desperately aroused, screamingly eager, wet and hot and throbbing for him. Her clit was puckered tight and the muscles inside her were clenched with anticipation.


He let her panties slither to her ankles, clasped the cheeks of her butt, and pressed his scorching mouth hard and without warning against her wet sex. His lips were apart and he sucked her inside his mouth—the whole plump folded core of her—and his tongue probed unerringly to her clitoris. The feel of his mouth was the most incredible pressure she had ever experienced. The fast, sure flicking of his tongue inside the full suckling of his lips almost drove her out of her mind. She had not known there was pleasure like this to be had.


Her whole body was flushed with longing, her breath was growing irregular, and her pulse was breakdancing all over the place. She could feel the tantalizing edges of orgasm fluttering around the limits of her excitement. But she needed more. Something to tip her over that exquisite, elusive precipice.


“More…” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he pressed his face between her thighs, maintaining her pleasure. But even as she begged, she had no idea how he could deliver what she needed. His ministrations were already utterly and deliciously absorbing.


She clung to him, a single drop of perspiration trickling between her engorged breasts as she gasped her need.


“Please…” The word was thin and strangled. She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for.


He slid his right hand from her buttocks around her hip and across her thigh. With nothing more than a gesture, he commanded her thighs apart and, lost in a maelstrom of lust, she mindlessly acquiesced. She felt utterly wanton standing before this man, legs spread while he thrilled her with his talented mouth, his hand stroking relentlessly up and down her thighs.


His fingers traveled lightly, teasingly, sometimes grazing the trimmed hair at her center, occasionally brushing the fleshy entrance to her feminine core.


She could barely catch her breath now and she felt dizzy. Her throat was clamped shut and the razzle-dazzle of dancing lights behind her eyelids told her she was close to losing consciousness. She was no longer holding his shoulders for balance and encouragement. Instead, her fingers dug into his skin for support, and as a desperate plea for him to take her where she needed to go.


“Please, Levi, please…”


He didn’t hesitate. On the next upstroke between her thighs, he drove his finger deep into her sex. Plunging the digit once, twice, thrice into her soaked and scorching channel.


And then she flew apart. The orgasm rocketed through her like a searing star shower. There was no room for thought. Her release was pure sensation, so intense it was almost painful, so complete it was practically spiritual. The spasms rocked the depths of her very being and even as they began to subside, she knew what Levi had given her was a gift both precious and rare, and that the experience had changed her so profoundly there was no return.


Gently, lovingly, he helped her to the bed, easing her quaking body down on the silken covers, sliding beside her and gathering her in his arms. Slowly, as though from far, far away, she came back to herself. First she noticed the warmth of his body in the cool air of the room, the scuff his body hair against her smooth skin, the soothing glide of his fingertips over her quivering arm and her hip. His heartbeat beneath her ear was a perfect counterpoint to the rain thrumming against the window. His breath tasted faintly of mint and wine and her own musk. Her breathing slowed to match his lungs’ steady rhythm and her trembling began to abate.


“You look beautiful there,” he murmured against her hair. “Your golden hair spread all across the bed, your skin glowing, your lips swollen…”


His hands emphasized his words, stroking her body more intently as he spoke. Of their own volition, her fingers followed suit, trailing over his skin, mindlessly exploring the bulges and hollows of his body. He shivered when her short fingernails skimmed his nipple, gasped when she trailed her index finger down his hip toward the waistband of his briefs.


There was no mistaking his arousal. The thick length of him spasmed every time her hand drew close, and there was a tell-tale spot of dampness near the tip. Enjoying his responses, she teasingly drew her fingers around his belly and down the edges of his jutting hipbones, across the elastic of his underwear and up and down the arrow of hair between his navel and the stretch of blue fabric. He hissed and growled and squirmed under her ministrations.


“You are going to drive me completely insane,” he ground out, but he made no move to hurry her or change her agenda. She could see the pulse leaping at his throat, the desperate bob of his Adam’s apple, the sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.


She smiled saccharine sweetly at him and deliberately brushed her hand over the bulge in his pants.


“Really?” Cara said. She did it again. “I’m so sorry…”


“Funny, Cara, you don’t sound very sorry.”


Was he actually panting?


She quirked an eyebrow, her gaze all delighted mischief. “It’s hard to be sorry when there’s this tempting package right in front of me, just begging to be unwrapped.”


“If you’d like to unwrap it, Cara, be my guest.”


“Oh, I’ll unwrap it all right, but I like to open my presents in my own sweet time. I enjoy prolonging the anticipation.”


She scuttled up his body and swallowed his groan in her mouth from her position beside him. The taste of him was complex and addictive. His lips were clever and intuitive. His tongue was thorough and tempting. Cara felt as though she could stay here, kissing like this, lost in Levi forever.



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In between writing romantic stories, Rosie Vanyon is building a house on a hillside with stunning mountain views in her childhood home, Tasmania. She’s looking forward to sharing her dream house with her high-maintenance dog and a couple of naughty-but-smoochy cats. She has a Creative Arts degree and a grown-up job in financial services. Rosie has been a writer and editor in fields as diverse as motoring, travel and tax. She is relieved and elated to (once again) let loose her ‘romance author’ alter-ego. At last, she is following her heart.


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Book Barrage Day with Revved

revved-coverRevved (Drag and Drift #1) by Chacelyn Pierce
Gay (M/M) Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 9,800

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Creed has been beating himself up for the hateful way he reacted to Bronx after an intoxicated kiss. However, it stirred something in him that should be brought to light. Creed must visit the raceway and stake his claim on not only the winnings but on the man he’s come to desire.

Bronx has been keeping his love a secret for three long years. The slip up kiss bears the same resemblance to the incident that caused him to lose his old best friend in New York. Will facing each other be a simple delivery of apologies or will they finally admit and succumb to their desires?

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 slamming of the house’s front door brought Creed’s head out from under his Camaro’s hood. Since he’d moved into the guest house over the garage, he was used to his aunt finding him to fix a leak or burn some trash. However, determined steps crunched the pebbles outside and he knew instantly it wasn’t his aunt. Nope, his bitchy sixteen-year-old cousin looked as if she was about to make her weekly round. Here we go again. He was already shaking his head before she even walked inside the garage. Judging by the color of the sky, it must’ve been close to seven pm. She had been on the same routine for the past four Saturdays. Cassie was going to ream him for not going to the dragway. Since Sparco’s Raceway sat clear on the other side of town, his aunt didn’t trust Cassie to go alone. Since he was an adult, albeit a semi-responsible one, Aunt Georgia said Cassie could go so long as he did.

Well, he wasn’t going.

Creed hadn’t been to the dragway in a month and Cassie was fit to be tied. He heard the clap-slap of flip-flops against her feet and when they stopped suddenly, he knew she was right behind him. He could feel her lurking like some insane, hormonal teen.

“This is bullshit, Creed.” He cringed when he heard her gum pop. “Becky says Gunther is starting to eye Jessica in my absence. Can we please go tonight, please?” God, the begging had been the worst of it all.

Wiping the smut off his hands he turned and noted she’d gotten dressed in hopes he’d go race. He was ten years her senior, so she was more like a younger sister since he’d been raised by her mother over half his life. He’d really stepped up to take on the man role when Uncle Herman died six years ago. He’d even kept the auto parts shop operational but didn’t know he’d have to play the father/brother role and teach Cassie how to grow up. He knew exactly what this boy Gunther had on his mind when he looked at her. However, telling her any different would only cause more rebellious tendencies.

Cassie came only to his chest and her blonde hair was twisted up in some clippie thing. She gave him the sad puppy-dog eyes and even quivered her bottom lip in effect to win him over.

“No. I need a break from racing. It’s becoming too much.”

“Yeah, uh-huh, and that’s why every Saturday night you tinker around in here as if preparing to go, yet you don’t.” She looked at the empty carport beside his Camaro: it had once been occupied on Saturdays as well. His best friend would prep his vehicle for the races right beside him. Now, the vacant space stayed empty and cold, just as he felt. “God, what happened between you and Bronx?”

Creed crinkled his nose. “Nothing.” Which was untrue, he’d fucked up royally and he didn’t know how to set things right or even if they could be set right. A mere apology didn’t compare to the words he’d screamed at Bronx as he watched him leave a month ago.

Cassie rolled her eyes. “Right and when I saw him at Jimmy’s Corner Store the other day he avoided me like the plague.” She chewed her bottom lip, her look pensive. “He looked really upset.”

Creed tossed the dirty rag on the ground and slammed the car hood down. Cassie flinched and backed up when he took a menacing step closer to her. “He fucking should be. Three years… you think you know someone and they pull some shit that changes things.”

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“Forget it.” Creed moved to the worktable and tossed his tools back in the box, clanging them loud enough in hopes the noise would drown out anymore of Cassie’s probing questions. He didn’t fucking want to answer anything having to do with Bronx or why they were fighting. He didn’t want to explain his disappearance to their friends and feel like even more of a douche. Most of all, he didn’t what to face the aftermath with Bronx. How could he apologize for how he acted and what he said? Bronx had rattled their friendship with an unexpected kiss. However, that wasn’t what freaked him out. He’d snapped because he enjoyed it and wanted Bronx in a way he’d never before.


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A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise that she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn’t personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog groomer.

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Welcome Piper Kay Today

Twisted-Cherry1SHi and welcome to my blog, PIPER KAY. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  

Oh Raine, thank you so much for having me on your wonderful blog. I’d also like to thank Zeke and Jake for the refreshments as well. Very pleasing on the eyes, aren’t they? And they brought my favorite drink too! Go Cabana boys!


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

Currently I just completed my first short erotica story called Twisted Cherry. It’s quite a steamy and seductive M/M erotic romance and I had an absolute blast writing it. It is available now. Woo Hoo! I am working on two stories now as well, another MM erotica, and a contemporary romance. Also having a wonderful time writing these, but I do miss my bad boys from Twisted Cherry-hahaha!


How would you describe yourself using only five words? 

Pure, pristine, innocent, shy…just kidding. Okay seriously, blunt, prankster, a little cocky, very kindhearted and honest.


If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say? 

As an author, hmmm…Refrigerate after use?  


Do you have any guilty pleasures? 

Falling for characters in other authors books


Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.  

That I actually live with my ex-husband who is also my best friend.


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



How do you get yourself in the mood to write? 

I re-read the last chapter, and put it together with the men that live in my head and we plot what will happen next. Sometimes it turns into a real argument.


Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing? 

First off…I must have caffeine, a pack of smokes and music blasting…usually Pantera, Metallica or Buckcherry just to get started. I like to check messages and talk with my writers group online and catch up. After I start jittering from the IV line of caffeine that runs straight into my temple, I have to have no interruptions or distractions, which is almost impossible.


Who are some of your favorite authors?  

My favorite authors ever are Poppet, Janus Gangi, Erin O’Quinn, Anne Rice and JK Rowlings 

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?  

I’m dying to read Aisyx. (By Poppet)


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

Well, since it’s only happened this once so far, I danced around the kitchen and plastered fb, while crying. Short of having heart failure, anything else is pretty much open.


Do you have a favorite TV show you can’t miss? 

True Blood. The world stops turning when that happens. I also will stop what I’m doing to watch Castle and Dexter.


If you could date any character from any book, who would it be and why-no it doesn’t have to be from your books? 

His name is Seithe and he is my favorite guilty pleasure from the Pravus Series. He is the ultimate bad boy, hard-ass and sweetheart vampire ever on earth. I fell in love with him even more that Anne Rice’s Lestat (which he would be number two)


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

Actually it is the one thing that got me started into writing-someone telling me I couldn’t do it. Ha! Nothing like a challenge right?


If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell? 

When Piper is serious and down to business, look out because she throws a bandana on her head. The reason for this is because as her muse, I tend to mess with her and she’s afraid she’ll pull out her hair listening to me.


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

I would just like to say thank you again for having me, it is much appreciated. I appreciate the support from the reading and writing worlds and I am extremely grateful for anyone giving me the chance at doing what I love. ~nods~



Twisted-Cherry1STwisted Cherry

Blurb: Evan is hiding his urges for other men the only way he knows how–by pretending to live a life of wenching, and by seeking the needle of tattoo artists who impart a kind of guilty pain. But when he meets Gabe, owner of the Twisted Cherry tattoo parlor, he can’t hide his desire for the hot and sexy guy. Gabe, openly gay, proceeds to show Evan how he can be tattooed not just by a needle, but by stinging hot love too.


Gabe flashes his catch sexy smile at me, as he slides his hands up under my shirt. He lifts my shirt over my head and throws it over the side of the couch. I’m now standing buck naked for the first time in my life, in front of a man. My nerves are shot.

He guides my hands, helping me remove his shirt too. I step completely out of my pants leg that’s still around my ankle. He looks me up and down with an eat-me-up grin.

Admiring his chest, the firmness and build of his pecs, I spread my hands across him. He’s tight and hard. The small amount of chest hair tickles my fingertips. God, this man is fucking lickable.

Gabe wraps both arms around me, pulling me forcefully into him. The feel of our naked chests, skin to skin, hardens my dick again and there’s no way to stop it. Shit, I don’t want to stop it.

His nipples rise into hard nubs and push against mine. Running my hands along his back, I trace the muscular curves in his back. He takes my ass into his hands, squeezing me tight, but gentle.

He slips his hands around to my front and squats a little. He begins tracing his fingers inside my thighs, up and down, teasing.

Gabe takes my hands and leads them to the button on his pants. He begins giving me kisses again. His tongue parts my lips, and his kisses are more tender than a woman’s. Saucy-sweet.

I unbutton his jeans, then slide the zipper down. I can feel him under his jeans, but he isn’t hard. How does he do that? I am at full attention here. He caresses my hands. Shit, they’re shaking from nerves.

Guiding my hands, he leads me to his waistband. Together, we slip his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He kicks his boots off and with his foot he guides his jeans off, one leg after the other.

He pulls back from the kiss, and stands there, not moving. I stare into his eyes, lost. I gaze down his bulging chest muscles, admiring the tattoo he has located right above his belly button. It looks like a portal of some sort. I reach with my finger tips and trace it. Continuing to look downwards, past the wicked navel, I see him in all his glory. He’s fucking magnificent.

Again, he guides my hands to him, to touch him. I’ve never touched another man. All I know is what feels good to me, so I wrap my hands around his cock like I would my own. I slowly stroke him, and he does the same for me.

Gabe is showing me every step of this. What he does to me, I do to him. It’s like follow the leader. Unable to resist, I move my mouth to his neck, licking him. His taste is kind of like sweat on leather, but also sweet. I smell his cologne. He’s wearing Stetson, my favorite. I lick and swirl my tongue up to his ear and nibble his lobe. He moans, and I almost get off just hearing him. This is the most satisfying sound I have ever heard in my fucking life.


Release Blitz for A Ghost for Christmas

A Ghost for Christmas

A Ghost for Christmas by Kacey Hammell

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Release Date: December 6th

ISBN# 978-1-77130-211-1

After receiving a long weekend at an elegant hotel beside the majestic Niagara Falls as a Christmas gift, Jodie Gibson is determined to do nothing but relax and enjoy the scenery. And, okay, just maybe meet someone who makes her toes curl.

Sebastian is sophisticated, tall, dark and gorgeous–everything a woman fantasizes about. But he’s also an 18th century ghost. He haunts the halls of the hotel, seeking the one true love that can help him find peace…

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell 

As she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped around and fell back against the window.

Oh my fucking God!

Before her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.

Jodie blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.

How was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable to think ghosts might actually walk among the living.

Not everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen, felt and touched. This seemed surreal.

Stunned by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes straight out of Esquire, he seemed to look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord, she was in trouble.

“Hello.” Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her body quivered and her center tightened.

Whoa. What the hell am I thinking?  There’s a ghost in front of me and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.

“What are you doing here? Get out.  I don’t care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.”

He frowned. “No need to be frightened.  I’ve been here for centuries.”

Jodie laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there hidden cameras somewhere?  Hey, Ashton, if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now.  I’ve been Punk’d good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”

“Who is this Ashton? What is a punk?  A rake, perhaps?” he asked.

Jodie squinted.  “A rake?”  She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No. Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy my evening.”

His smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the Falls.”

Every decade…

“You’re telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”

“I was born in 1781. That makes me—”

“Two hundred thirty-one,” Jodie whispered, legs weak. She grabbed the back of the chair nearby and sat down. Were such things even possible?


An eighteenth century ghost stood before her.

Merry Christmas to me.

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Release Blitz for Kacey Hammell

Dare By Kacey Hammell

Evernight Publishing

Legal secretary, Olivia Warner enjoys being single and, aside from her closest gal pals, usually keeps to herself. But the night of her thirty-fourth birthday, she and her friends spend a fun-filled evening at a local bar where her friends dare her to approach a man, and spend the night with him. Olivia’s not one to turn down a dare, especially from her old college pals. She only hopes the man in question is in for some good conversation, because that’s all she’ll give him.

Darren “Dare” Shalvis has given up on women. He’s tired of being chased for his money, good looks, and prowess in bed. He prefers to meet a woman who, for once, wants nothing more from him than mere conversation. If only the woman asking him to spend the night with her wasn’t his favorite legal secretary.

Accepting a dare has never been so tempting…

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She gave a small laugh and lifted the glass for a drink.

Dare watched her lips as she drank. He wondered what they’d taste like. It was something he’d considered many times lately.

He was drawn to her, but unsure he’d ever act on it.

Her whole demeanor said ‘hands off.’ And he wasn’t sure he was ready for the challenge.

“Tell me about it.”

“I’ll cut right to the chase.” As he turned on the stool, their knees brushed. Neither moved.

He thought he saw her eyes lit up. Perhaps Ms. Warner wasn’t as immune as he thought.

“My friends brought me here tonight for my birthday.”

“Happy birthday.”

She smiled. “Thank you. The jury’s still out whether it’s happy or not. My friends decided that as a present they’d get me a man.”  She blushed and reached for her drink.

“Go on.” Intriguing.

She set down her glass and continued, “They dared me. Dared me to find myself a man and spend the night with him.”

Women…who understood them? He’d only ever participated in dares when he was younger. He didn’t think anyone took them seriously anymore.

“And you need my help, how?” Dare’s heart rate accelerated. She wasn’t asking him to…

She stared up at him, her gaze steady. “I need you to spend the night with me.”

If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he wouldn’t have believed it. This night was the strangest he’d had in a long time. It was as if he’d been offered a million dollars on a silver platter.

Of course, he wanted to spend the night with her. He’d fantasized about it many times. He just wasn’t clear on what exactly she was asking. He didn’t want any misunderstandings. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you to…” Dare cleared his throat. “…be with you?”

“Oh! No, yes, I mean no. Dammit, I’ve screwed this up.”

“Relax.” He put a hand on her knee. “It’s okay. Let’s try this—do you want me to have sex with you?”

Olivia groaned. Dare love that sound, and heat filled his groin.

“No. Not to have sex. God, this is mortifying.” Olivia placed her hand over his where it still rested on her knee. “Just to spend the night together—a movie, hang out, whatever—until eight a.m., when the dare is over.”

Dare laughed. She talked so fast he could hardly keep up. He’d never seen her so animated before. He liked her flustered and breathless…a lot. He wondered if she looked and sounded like that during sex.

He couldn’t go that route. Not now.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You want us to spend the night together—with no sex—until morning? All because of a dare? Why didn’t you just say no?”

“I can’t. In college, the five of us made a pact—in blood, for God’s sake—that we’d always be friends and never back down from a dare. Trust me, right now, I wish I’d never made it.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I can imagine how you feel.”

“I’m so tired after the day we had. This was the last thing I needed tonight.”

“Yeah, when I stopped by the office today you seemed a bit irritated.”

She sighed and ran her fingers over his hand. Dare was surprised how comfortable it felt to have their knees and hands touch. He didn’t think Olivia was even aware she caressed his hands…or wreaked havoc on his libido. If her innocent touches could send him into overdrive, he wondered what would happen if she put all she had into it.

“It was the day from hell. I just wanted to meet the girls for a few drinks, then head home to soak the day away.”

Dare grit his teeth and tried not to think of Olivia in a bathtub—water floating around her body, relaxed, languid. The image could send him over the edge.

“Well, you’re in luck. I’m your man for the night.”

Olivia smiled and her eyes danced.  “Thank you. I really appreciate it. The last thing I wanted to do was have to pick up some random guy. I’m so glad you were here.”

Pleased he could help her, Dare grinned. He realized he wanted to anything to put that carefree smile on her face.

“So.” He took a sip of his beer. “What do you want to do?”

She scowled. “Well, we could go back to my place. I have a spare room that you can crash in if you want.”

Surprised, Dare took in her flushed face. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. We don’t exactly have to stay up all night. It’s still spending the night together, right?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, in a manner of speaking. Your friends weren’t specific.”

A smug smile crossed Olivia’s face. “No they weren’t. Which is a testament to how much they thought this through. I would have made a list of do’s and don’ts.”

They both laughed. Olivia had a naughty streak and he liked it. Liked it—and her—very much. A night with Olivia Warner wasn’t what he’d expected.

Sure, he’d thought of her in his bed often, writhing and moaning with passion, but he never thought fantasy would become a reality. He couldn’t let the opportunity go.

His buddies didn’t call him Dare for no reason. He could never resist a challenge.

He placed both hands on her shoulders, drew her gaze from her glass, and put his cards on the table.

“What if we have an agreement?”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“For us to spend the night together, we should have some ground rules.”

“Ground rules?”

“I will spend the night with you. More than eager to do so, except one thing.”

“What’s that?” she whispered. He barely heard her but saw her lips move.

He wanted to taste them, desperately.

“I don’t want to sleep in any spare room.”

“You don’t?” She gawked at him.

Her expression was comical but Dare didn’t feel like laughing.

“No. I want to spend the night in your room.” Dare had her full attention. She stared at him, eyes wide. “In your bed.”


About the Author and her links:

The writer: Kacey is a multi-published erotic romance author who was encouraged to write by her beloved husband and quickly found herself writing fast and furiously. Not that she’ll ever tell him those three dreadful words that he longs to hear…”You were right.”  Kacey is a true romantic at heart. 

The Wife and Mom: Born, raised and still living in her hometown in Ontario, Canada, Kacey found true love with her husband.  As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.

Readers can learn more about Kacey’s books and contact her via …!/KaceyHammell


Give a warm welcome to Skylar Sinclair


Hi and welcome to my blog, Skylar Sinclair. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  So tell us a little about yourself.


So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?

My newest release is Wild Lover. I love to write paranormal romance with unusual shifters. This one is about King Trey Hill, whose beastie side, so to speak is that of a sacred white buffalo. I love western/country, shifters and American Indian themed books. So, I wrote one with all three themes, creating Wild Lover. This book has to be one of the most sensual and arousing books I have written to date.


If you had any super powers, what would they be and why?

I didn’t have to give this one any thought. My special power would be to heal. If I had had this ability, I could have saved my father from dieing from cancer. What a wonderful gift that truly would have been. Thank goodness they are making so many major advancements toward curing cancer.


What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future?

I would love to try my hand at a futurist romance. Anyone have something they haven’t read, but would love to? I am always open to suggestions.


What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?

Even though I write erotic romance books, I mainly read YA books, go figure. Don’t get me wrong, I will read erotic books, but right now, I am hooked on books like, The Nine Lives of Chloe King, The Hungry Game series and Beastly.


If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say?

Twisted, sharp witted and vain…LOL

What authors can be found in your library of books?

Liz Braswell, Suzanne Collins, JR Ward, Alex Finn and Sherrilyn Kenyon, just to name a few.

Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us?

I love slinky sleepwear and big hard men 😉

Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of?

If you read Rearing Heat (or didn’t), the twins, Coy and Reece were secondary characters in that book. Those two sexy man-hunks have come into their own and are searching for a true mate, an equestrian-shifter like themselves. This will be one scorching tale. Their double trouble when it comes to a woman.


What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?
I am a pretty simple woman. I make myself a drink, grab my Kobo and head out to sit by the pool to read.
What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why?

I so admire Abraham Lincoln. He had a brilliant mind and was also a forward thinker. To hold a conversation for even a few minutes with Mr. Lincoln, would be such an immense honor for me. He was one of our greatest presidents this country ever had.


Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?

I am working on a couple WIP’s at this time. I am working on the sequel to Rearing Heat (Silver Star Awarded book by JERR) who I wrote for Siren Publishing. The sequel is called Stallion’s Heat. It is about the twin brothers and will be an M/F/M. I hope to have it done by the end of summer. But right this minute, I am writing a contemporary M/M called Ride Um Hard. It should been finished very soon.

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?

For some reason, Wild Lover has touched my heart the most. Something about Trey’s honorability and poignant way he dealt with Farrah made me want that kind of love for myself. I actually reread this book more than three times. Each time it moved me even though I know the story by heart. That’s special.


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

Always write what you love and love what you write. It shows in your work.


Wild Lover by Skylar Sinclair

Evernight Publishing

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What would you do if night after night a dark, deliciously handsome man brought you to the brink of sexual fulfillment never letting you find that whirling orgasm his lips, hands and mouth promised? Then, you met him in the flesh unexpectedly?  This happens to Farrah Williams and she will have her hands full with this wildly sexual man.

Only he is not an ordinary man but King Trey Hill, the guardian of the elements that keep the balance of the Earth. The weight of mankind rests solely on his wide, muscular shoulders and he is facing a battle when his ability to shift into his mystically creature stops.

Together Trey and Farrah are like two flames that burn intensely. The sexual chemistry between them is white-hot. But, what is the true meaning of these two meeting? Will Trey be able to solve the mystery of his inability to shift?

Wild Lover excerpt adult:


The next moment, Farrah found herself pressed up against the cool, mirrored wall of the elevator with her front singed by the fiery heat of Trey’s big body. His arms completely caged her in on either side and his loose hair fell forward, veiling his chiseled features.

Even though, she still could make out the heat in his eyes. His arms bulged as he leaned in to close his lips over hers, sealing their mutual groans of pleasure. On the backs of her eyelids she saw billowing curtains in an opened window that flowed down over a bed covered in deep red satin sheets. They were tangled around lovers locked together in intimacy, their bodies in the throng of passion, glowing with perspiration.

Shivers of desire flittered up through Farrah’s body and her legs weakened.

Trey’s lips and tongue slowly teased at her mouth again and again before once more settling fully over parted lips. His stiff cock pressing into her stomach sent twinges of arousal nipping at her clit. Her hands reached up and circled his neck, tangling in his hair. This was much more than a kiss. It was an all-out seductive assault on her senses. She threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him even closer as the kiss grew more demanding, more domineering.

This time, Farrah didn’t stop the urge to crawl up his body. She eased one leg around his lean hip, centering her pussy over the outline of his luscious cock. She rubbed up and down over him to release some of the building ache. Her moans of sexual excitement echoed in the quiet elevator.

One of Trey’s broad, callused hands slipped down her hip and around her body to grasp her ass. He pulled her closer, tighter into his erection. “You feel so damn good,” he breathed against her mouth. “It’s all I can do not to take you right here, right now.” Leaning over, he pushed the elevator button and whispered. “Time to go up, so I can go down…”