Goddess Fish VBT Tour stop for Whisper of the Witch/Contest


Whisper of the Witch by Suza Kates

The Savannah Coven Series

Buy at http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias=aps&field-keywords=suza+kates

Biologist Shauni Miller, a beautiful as she is compassionate, harbors a secret that could alter her life forever. If she chooses to share it. Dr. Michael Black helps Shauni in her time of need, but sees more in the raven-haired temptress than she ever meant to reveal. He knows she’s hiding something, but then, so is he. Both Shauni and Michael have a role to play and decisions to make as a centuries-old prophecy has yet to be fulfilled. Only the fates know if they are meant to be together. Or if one of them has to die.

Teaser Excerpt:

Anna shrugged. “Like I said before, magic likes its secrets and will only give us what we need when we need it. I don’t know the order of your trials, it will be revealed in time, as the power deems. There are pieces to this puzzle that even I haven’t found, yet. Things I won’t be allowed to know at all.”

Moving with grace across the dais, she bent to retrieve something from a stand between two of the chairs. She turned back with a chalice, silver and encrusted with precious stones of sapphire, garnet, and amethyst. A large round disc was on the front side as she carried it. From its swirling pattern and opalescence, Shauni guessed it to be moonstone. Usually found in necklaces and bracelets, it was a mineral worn for protection from harm. She had some herself.

“If you feel you are ready.” Anna paused for effect. “I can tell you the first.”

Claudia and Viv both cried out in the affirmative.

Willyn held her tongue, obviously unsure. She had a son to think of on top of everything else.

A few said, “Yes,” quietly, and the rest, including Shauni, nodded solemnly.

“Actually, you already know.” Anna’s lips curved with mischief. “You see, magic does the choosing.” She once again held up an open palm. “And it has made its choice.” She slowly pivoted until the vivid blue of her eyes rested on one witch in particular.

One by one, the gazes of the women followed.

They were all looking at the miraculous hummingbird still sitting on Shauni’s shoulder.

They were all looking at her.


Suza will award signed cover flats and pens to a commenter at every stop, a total of five $15 Amazon/BN GCs to randomly drawn commenters during this tour and her Name Before the Masses tour, and gift basket to one commentator from both this tour and her Name Before the Masses tour, as well as a randomly drawn host prize TBA.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://www.goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/08/virtual-book-blast-whisper-of-witch-by.html



 About the Author: 

Suza Kates can’t remember a time when she didn’t love books, but two particular memories stay with her. “As a young girl I picked up Little Women, read it straight through, and promptly turned to page one to start all over again. The next book I did that with was Mind Hunter by John Douglas, tales about profiling serial killers.”

Thus a twisted romantic was born.

Throughout her teenage and young adult years, she read everything from horror to historical romance yet never imagined writing anything of her own.

It was during a long, cold winter in a tiny apartment in Germany that Suza picked up a pen and notebook to entertain herself. “The apartment was so tiny, my bed also served as my living room couch. Plus, I shared it with three cats.”

Missing the warmth, the hospitality, and the food of the South, she wrote about those things with a huge dose of family thrown in. She says she still has a sweet spot in her heart for her first book, Southern Moon, but to date, she hasn’t revisited it for submission to her publisher.

Suza followed her heart to Savannah, Georgia, and it was the gorgeous city with its moss-covered oaks and secrets of history that inspired her to consider paranormal romance. “I had an idea about sisters and magic, so I went to work on the first book of The Savannah Coven Series, Whisper of a Witch. The series is still going strong, and I am grateful every day that I took a chance on paranormal romance, a genre I wasn’t very familiar with and had never actually read before writing it.”

Suza has since joined RWA and can’t say enough about this organization. “The education and support are unparalleled. I am so grateful to all of my fellow writers who have offered advice.”

Suza still resides in Savannah and is currently working on her next book. She considers it a perfect day when she can sit at the keyboard with coffee in her cup and one of her cats purring in her lap.




Welcome Catriana Sommers today


Evolving Liari

Out of all of the characters I’ve had to write, Liari Varian was perhaps the most difficult one in the Arcanus Series. Naliel – my high elf from the first book Destined – was difficult due to the events that happened in his life(and in that he’s frustratingly passive in his younger days), but Liari was difficult because I had to remember that she’s supposed to evolve throughout the entire series and not just in Bound by Blood.

Liari starts out as a seven year old girl and matures into a twenty year old woman throughout the course of the book. She will continue to grow as the series progresses, but between the first draft and the final, it was pretty difficult to pin her down due to who she was ultimately surrounded by. A young woman traveling with men centuries (and in Rioran’s case a millennium) of years her senior can be daunting. She’s aware of her inexperience, but at the same time she is Rioran’s lifemate and they are equals. Both of them struggle with the age gap in different ways, but I had to make her growth realistic. I didn’t want her to become too strong too fast so as to leave her room to grow in further books, but I didn’t want her to be a complete pushover, either. She may not have the sheer destructive power of Rioran’s air magic and Naliel’s earth abilities, and her shadow skills aren’t as sharpened as say, my dark elf Sarnaiel’s, but the potential for her to become something much more is there.

Bound by Blood  is only the tip of the iceberg for Liari. She will continue to grow and eventually become the future queen the western territories needs when – or if – Rioran regains his kingdom.



Bound by Blood now available!

Buy Link: https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/products_id/892/ 

Blurb: Rioran is a Kass’na’vah, king of a magical race, and his kingdom has been frozen by Olde Magick. Along with his brother Viron, the only known survivor of the attack, he travels across Meedia looking for leads to these mysterious practitioners of an eons-dead magic.

Their quest hits a snag when Rioran meets his lifemate, a dying seven-year-old vampire noble named Liari Varian. To save her life, he gives her his blood, binding himself to her. Now he’s stuck, physically incapable of leaving her, forced to watch from the sidelines until she comes of age and he can continue the search to free his people.

The world doesn’t remain idle while he waits, however. Tensions between races are building, war is brewing, and behind it all is a mysterious organization bent on eliminating all magic in the world.

CONTENT ADVISORIES: This title is erotica; it is not a romance title. This title contains both MF and MM sexual situations. 


I am surrounded by incompetence.

Kien Varian reluctantly waved away the two voluptuous women sitting on either side of him. They flashed him pouty looks as he blew them apologetic kisses. Their hips swayed seductively as they quietly exited his social room.

The playful expression on his face morphed into an icy mask. Warm amber eyes, turned cold and predatory. Before him, a Mixed male kneeled on one of his fur rugs, one fist pressed firmly to the ground.

“Markus Lotros.” Crossing his legs, Kien raised a well-manicured hand to stroke his goatee thoughtfully. “Care to repeat those words?”

The messenger winced despite the pleasant tone. “I saw the heir leave her party moments ago… with Lord Larian. I had heard you wished not to be disturbed, but the young master instructed I come to you.”

Kien blinked and the stroking stopped. “Young master? Ah, you mean Eris.” Eris Lotros, heir to the strongest clan in the vampire community. A bit older than the birthday girl tonight by a few years, but his interest was obvious. A good match, if any were worthy of his little Lili.

If she survives.

“Yes, Lord Kien.” Markus’s head remained lowered out of respect and fear. Even being from another clan, there were few who could claim ignorance concerning Kien’s capricious behavior.

Fortunately, the vampire lord had other things on his mind. “Guardian?” he queried.

“Her whereabouts are unknown.”

Right. Of course Reila couldn’t be found. Had Alik listened to him and put a pureblood in charge of protecting Liari, Larian’s obvious ploy would have been less likely to succeed. The last of the Ancient’s resources and abilities had gone into ensuring the heir’s conception; a replacement would not be forthcoming.

“Be grateful your prince is an only child.” Kien finally stood from his plush red sofa, straightening his ruffled blouse. He blew out an exasperated sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to thwart an oncoming headache. “Do you know where they were headed, Guardian? Stand up, man. I swear I won’t unleash my crazy on you.”


About the Author:

I live in a beautiful hilly town in the state of Washington. I have a wonderful husband and two cute dogs who are huge parts of my life. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, and I cannot imagine my life without it. I’m a fantasy/romance author, but I love reading Sci-fi/Fantasy, high fantasy, romance, and I’ve recently delved more heavily into steampunk.

I’ve been a published author since 2011. When I’m not writing, I’m procrastinating on websites like tumblr and roleplaying forums, I’m out and about learning the local area, or I’m playing video games. I’ve won National Novel Writing Month for two consecutive years and hoping to make 2012 my third.  

Where to find me:

My Website: http://www.catriana.net
My Blog: http://catrianasmuse.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Catriana_S
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/catriana.sommers


Welcome Antwon Bantu & author Rawiya

Character Interview with Antwon Bantu & author Rawiya

Rawiya: Good morning. I’m happy to do my first character interview with one of my own. From Sugar Daddy, my guest is Antwon Bantu, famed barrister from Birmingham. Thanks for traveling all this way to see me, Antwon. 

Antwon: Ah you’re welcome, Rawiya. Matthew and I needed a break from the rigors of ol’ Britain anyhow. He’s taking a little time off while Uni is out of session.

Rawiya: That’s great. How long does he have to go before he finishes? 

Anwon: Not long at all, my dear. In fact, he should be receiving his certificate shortly.

Rawiya: Excellent. And how are things in barrister (lawyer) land these days? 

Antwon: Busy as usual, love. Even though I’ve slowed a bit, I’m still fighting for gay rights. Seems people still won’t allow us to have the same opportunities as straight people do. Shameful really.

Rawiya: Agreed. So tell me and the audience about the story, Sugar Daddy? 

Antwon: *crosses legs and straightens Burberry tie* Well, it’s a romance of course about two people from different worlds and backgrounds, finding love. That’s subject matter you love to do, right?

Rawiya: Very much so. Love is love regardless of orientation, gender, and race, and in your case, age. 

Antwon: Yep well, I’ve always dated younger men to make me feel young too. Gettin’ a little long in the tooth, I’m afraid.

Rawiya: Oh stop, you’re very handsome and mature. That’s what Matthew asked for. 

Antwon: Thank you. It’s true  he did and I’m glad we found one another. I didn’t have many hang-ups about my age until I met Matt. He really keeps me on my toes, in and out of the bedroom. *winks*

Rawiya: *laughs nervously* Oh, well… heh… Okay then. So, the readers know this book is set around culinary school. What is Matthew’s favorite dish to cook? 

Antwon: Ah, he loves everything. He really keeps this ol’ man from going hungry. He’s a bit of a neat freak too. Matt isn’t lazy by any means. He’s always complaining about where I lay my coat and or clothes. Well, that’s until I shut him up properly. *cocks eyebrow*

Rawiya: Well, wow… *fans self* We know who’s in charge in this relationship.

Antwon: Well, we defer to each other regularly. At first, I tried to muscle him but failed miserably. *sighs*

Rawiya: Oh I see. Well, Matthew is a strong guy. Don’t let the sweet face fool you. So tell me, since he’s younger and you’re more experienced, would you say the age difference has added something to your love or placed a barrier between you? 

Antwon: It’s added to it. He teaches me things and vice versa. I didn’t consider myself hip or anything until I dated Matthew. He’s up on all the latest music, style, etc. Even though fashion sense, I’d already had. Still, having a lover who is younger has made me appreciate life more. You can never stop learning or growing in my opinion. Matthew adds spice to my life and I’m happy I’ve met him.

Rawiya: So am I Antwon. This has been really fun. I’d like to get the two of you together soon to talk more. Do you think we can do that? 

Antwon: Of course Rawiya. That would be awesome. Matthew loves talking about our love. I’m sure he’ll enjoy it.

Rawiya: Fabulous. Thank you Antwon. We’ll see you soon!


Blurb: Matthew Davidson wants a MAN! The setting shifts away from the America’s to Britain where Matthew and his childhood friend, Devon Peartly attend a cooking school to obtain their cooking certificates. The young man wants a partner so badly, he decides he’ll try an online dating service in hopes of finding a black man that can take care of and satisfy him romantically.

He finds that man, Antwon Bantu on an online dating site and is instantly intrigued. Little does Matthew know that Antwon is involved in a “convenient” marriage and is seeking a younger partner so he can finally get on with his life. Instead of confessing the truth, he decides to hide it, fearing he’ll lose the chance with Matthew if he informs him. To complicate things, Antwon’s wife claims to be in love with him. Antwon must choose what’s more important; loving Matthew or saving his impeccable reputation as a top barrister in the London courts?

Which will he choose?

Amazon, Are, Smashwords

By the second day, Antwon wanted to know more about his new friend.

They’d exchanged messages and already had several private chats. Now, he wanted to do more than that. He hoped his insistence wouldn’t scare the young man off.

So far, the twosome found out they had a lot in common. Both loved sushi and long walks on the beach, retro and soul music, as well as classic American films and others with subtitles. Even though their ages were thirty years apart, they seemed to be a pretty good match. Because of that, Antwon wanted to move their online relationship into reality.

On the third day, Antwon decided a phone call would be the next step.

In all honesty, he really wanted to meet this young man face to face, but felt he’d be rushing it. He couldn’t tell what his attitude was this soon so he decided against it.

As he sat in his office finishing lunch, he thought of the most appropriate way to ask Choco about exchanging phone numbers.

After discarding the empty bag, he signed into the site to send him a message.

He typed, Choco, I really would like to get to know you on a more personal level. Can we exchange telephone numbers, please? I believe we’ve made a connection that’s worth exploring a little further. Here’s mine. And he added his home phone number.

“Whew. Been a while since I did that,” he muttered, hitting send. He hoped the young man would get it right away. The lawyer was more than intrigued and wanted to hear his voice.

Really, he desired more but would settle just to hear what the young man sounded like.

He leaned back in the chair, staring at the screen of his laptop, waiting for a response. He’d never been so excited to talk with a man.

Suddenly, the fifty-one year old felt as though he were a teen again, impatiently sweating while he eyed the screen. “This feels silly,” he mused to himself, “but…” he bit his lip, “he’s just so damn interesting!”


Matthew looked at the message on his screen with a big smile on his face. The man wanted to chat on the phone?

It meant he could hear that deep sexy voice. Matthew imagined he had to be a baritone – rich and resounding.

Anxious, Matthew typed in, sure what time should I call you? He leaned against the wall and waited for the response back. That voice. He’d imagined it constantly. He couldn’t wait to actually hear it.

“Matthew. What’s up? You dreaming again, mate?”

Matthew sighed, turning the phone around in Devon’s direction. “He wants to talk more. Dlovr just gave me his number.”

Devon raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Will he be sending you a picture?”

The young Brit smiled and looked back at the LCD screen.

Yes that should be next but he didn’t mention it.

“No, not yet, but I’m sure it’ll come up. Besides, I already told you that wasn’t the most important thing. I really like this guy and…” The sound of his cell beeping interrupted him. “Okay, so. We’ll be talking tonight at about nine pm.”

Devon grinned, closing his door. “Yeah? Can I listen in on the other line?”

“No!” He pushed Devon away. This is a one on one conversation. You’ll probably laugh and embarrass the hell out of me. I can’t have that.”

He laughed and tapped Matthew’s shoulder. “Oh you’re no fun. C’mon, time for class.”

Matthew nodded and followed his good friend.

He was really looking forward to talking with Dlovr so he could get to know more about the man behind the perfect profile.

Matthew pictured a mature man, most likely grey hair, who wore nice suits and had a beard.

Yes, that had to be it, especially since that’s exactly what he hoped for.

About the Author:

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya’s first sole author book, “Time to Make the Donuts” is now available in multiple digital formats through online vendors and her first MMF Living In The Now was released in April from Naughty Nights Press.
Rawiya loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiya’s blog on WordPress.





VBT Stop Release Blitz with Corporate Spy by Casey Sheridan

Corporate Spy by Casey Sheridan

Sent to steal a secret file, Aimee breaks into the apartment of Bill James, the handsome employee of a rival company. But before she can get her hands on the file, Bill returns home unexpectedly.

Is Aimee caught in the act? Or is it mission accomplished?

Buy links:

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/215868 

ARE: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-corporatespy-917569-144.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Corporate-Spy-ebook/dp/B008Z5XEXM/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1345473390&sr=1-2&keywords=Corporate+Spy 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Corporate-Spy-ebook/dp/B008Z5XEXM/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1345484855&sr=1-2 

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/corporate-spy-casey-sheridan/1112540943?ean=2940014883894



When Aimee stepped inside the room, her foot kicked a stack of frames leaning against the wall. She closed the door behind her, and crouched down to get a better look; that’s when she noticed the large black digital camera on the floor next to the frames.

Each frame contained a black and white photograph: a Dodge Viper with a leggy brunette, a young man sitting on a Ducati motorcycle, a woman holding an umbrella and giving the photographer a coy look over her shoulder, and a tumble-down stone cottage standing in the middle of a desert.

Nice work, she thought. Too bad she didn’t have time to look through the rest of them. The time on the nightstand clock told her she’d better get straight to work.

Aimee quickly made her way over to the desk and shuffled through the papers scribbled with notes on photo shoots and web design. She sifted through folders with more notes and drawings of photography ideas that lay around the computers. Clearly, he got into photography when he wasn’t out riding his bike.

She then rifled through a box with numerous flash drives. Not one of them was the drive she needed. She had to find the right one.

She glanced at the clock. Only twenty minutes left. Twenty minutes before he would be back. Twenty minutes to look for a gold flash drive that could be hidden anywhere.

She rummaged through the desk drawers, moving pens, pencils, and markers. She checked inside the box of staples; opened envelopes and looked through their contents. She even dumped out a box of paperclips, hoping the drive would be hidden among them. Then she checked the underside and back of the drawers for any secret compartments.

Fifteen minutes left.

Her shoulders slumped as she slid the last drawer back into place, and then she turned to scan the room.

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. Where could it be?

A faint noise caught her attention, and she tilted her head to one side, trying to catch every sound, but she heard nothing other than the ticking of the clock.

Aimee knelt on the floor and looked under the bed, hoping there would be a lockbox or something that held the drive inside, but there was nothing. That’s when she heard it–the unmistakable clatter of keys as they landed on a table. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat.

He’s back early!

As she knelt next to the bed, she could hear him whistling as he came closer to the bedroom. Her gaze darted frantically around the room. She had to find a place to hide. But where? She jumped up, rolled across the mattress, and scooted into the closet just moments before the bedroom door swung open.


About the Author:

Casey Sheridan wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and  she loved writing it so much she never stopped. Her erotica and erotic romance has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.

She loves to read and write, could spend all day in a book story, art museum, or chocolate shop. She also enjoys music, watching movies, and spending time with those she loves.

You can find her on the Web at:

Website: http://www.Casey-Sheridan.com

Blog: http://CaseySheridan.wordpress.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/CaseySheridanAuthor

Twitter: http://twitter.com/CaseSheridan




Book Spotlight: The Hick and the Hippie by Sherrod Story

Title: The Hick and the Hippie
Genre: Interracial erotic romance
When she was 18, city girl Lee Morris had a bit of a track record for trouble. Nothing worthy of jail time, but enough incidents and suspensions added up to graduation jeopardy. In an effort to curb their daughter’s wild spirit, prep her for the rigors of college and keep a frustrated principal from withholding her diploma, Lee’s parents shipped her to Gatlin, Texas, for the summer. And that’s where she met country boy Xander Crete. The pair found they shared a lot more than the same star sign and affinity for numbers — Lee was a natural submissive, and Xander a mouth-watering dom.

In Lee’s native Chicago, the black-white pairing of this couple would have barely raised a brow, but in tiny Gatlin it was all eyes on them. Still, Xander and Lee didn’t allow conjecture to tear them apart, and passion ruled their summer of love. When Lee returned home, they promised to call and write, but like all tragic romances, something happened to separate the lovers.

Fifteen years pass before they run into each other again in an airport lounge. The passion between them iss strong as ever, and Xander finds Lee just as responsive to the dominant-submissive games they played under the hot Texas sun over a decade ago. However, their roles may not be as easily filled when you add in adult responsibilities and misunderstandings …

Note from author: This erotic romance contains spanking and one scene with cuffs and a flogger. Rating: R, BDSM light with plenty of alpha male bossiness.

500 word snippet:
This was their first date together, and by silent agreement both dressed carefully. Xavier actually got out instead of leaning across to open the truck door like he usually did. After he helped her in, he kissed her until she moaned and pressed against the hand he’d slipped between her legs.
He licked his fingertips as he walked to the driver’s seat, and her body shifted, focusing all its tingling sexual energy on his graceful form sliding behind the wheel. She absorbed his hands movement on the gear shift, the wheel, the seatbelt. Watched breath held as he reached across her breasts to do up hers. Even the slight brush of his arm against her caused a reaction, and her nipples grew hard as pebbles.
He looked at her, eyes narrowing on her parted lips and lazy lidded eyes. He smiled, and the quirk of his lips was so secretive, so blatantly sexy she caught her breath.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked suspiciously.
He grunted. “Better question,” he said, palming the inside of her thigh. He stroked her damp, cotton-covered nether lips until she began to wriggle. “What hasn’t gotten into you?” he teased, and she laughed as he’d meant her to.
“You’re trying to seduce me,” she said, surprised.
He looked away and shrugged. “Could be. How’m I doin’?”
As they stepped over the threshold of Tommy’s Lee suddenly realized what they were doing. If they’d been somewhere in Chicago, no big deal, but here in tiny Gatlin it was all eyes on them.
Xander reached for her hand and held it as she followed him to a booth in the back. He motioned her in ahead of him so she was in the corner, her back to the room, facing a wall.
A waitress came over and asked for their drink order.
“Lemonade and a Coke,” Xander said, ordering for her. “And can we have a cheeseburger, large fries, an order of chili and a house salad?”
“French.” By now he knew almost everything she liked.
Beneath the table he squeezed her thigh hard. His fingers inched their way up her leg. Lee tried to push his hand away from the juncture of her thighs. He refused to be moved. When he began to stroke her she tried again to stop him, but he evaded.
“Yes,” he replied promptly. “I want you to go to bed exhausted tonight. I want you to come over and over until you just pass out. If you don’t,” he whispered in that dark, luscious voice. “I’ll paddle your ass until you cry.”
The paddling was his new favorite thing since that first time. Who knew where he’d found the thing. She could tell it wasn’t new. The leather was old, soft, well tended. Just yesterday he did it while she was riding him. Feeling the gush of warm wetness that immediately followed the first strike, he did it again and again, until she came screaming his name.
About the Author:

Sherrod Story likes to make things up. That doesn’t mean she’s a liar. She’s a story teller, and love is her specialty. In her words you’ll find a lil’ humor, a tongue in cheek depiction of some of society’s cover-your-mouth-type issues, along with a good healthy plug of lust, sex and power. Throw in a little magic, beauty, good times and feelings too strong to resist…

You’ll read about men, witches from Africa who’ve been alive for nearly a thousand years, men, ghetto girls who’ve made good, men, the trials and tribulations of a working editor, and country boys who can’t resist a woman of strength and weakness. The tyrsts and turns are endless, so strap yourself in and let her tell you a story…

Follow me on Twitter: @sherrodstory

Welcome Nicole Morgan

Get wicked with Nicole Morgan and a hot sexy excerpt from Impetuous, Incessant Passion Series.

Impetuous – [Incessant Passion Book 1]

Publisher: Silver Publishing

Direct Purchase Link: https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/new-release-c-1/products_id/983/


The Callaway Corporation recently bought the high-end resort property Jenny Jacobson manages. In that time, they have micromanaged both her and it into the ground. With no budget for repairs she does most of the work herself.

In the middle of a plumbing emergency, Beck comes to her rescue and fixes the problem, saving her from further disaster and costly repairs. Despite her best attempts, she cannot seem to get away from this man.

Regardless of her cold treatment toward him, he turns on his charms. Will his cocky arrogance mixed with his sexy smile break down her tough exterior? If so, what secrets is Beck keeping that could ultimately ruin any chance they have to find happiness together?


Nicole Morgan was an avid reader who kept having one recurring problem. Ideas of stories kept popping into her head. Today Nicole is an author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned, who-done-it. She tries to place strong emphasis on the characters’ emotions while also throwing in some spicy, hot love scenes. Her alpha male of choice will more often than not have a uniform of some kind. >From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve.


While still trying to stay true to her style, she is finding her writing is evolving as she takes on new and uncharted territory for her. In the past year in both her personal and professional life, she has flourished. Claiming to have found a real life prince charming, Nicole is living out her dream and while enjoying each day for all that it’s worth.




Their lips touched and their mouths opened. Her tongue swept into his mouth and stroked his. She was the only woman who could make his body ache this way. Just minutes ago she’d been in tears and he’d been worried she’d push him away forever. Now all he could think of was how good it would feel to be inside her, pumping into her pussy until she screamed in ecstasy. Until she screamed his name.

She moaned again. He didn’t just want to be inside her, he needed it. He needed to show her all that she meant to him. Reaching his hand down, he rubbed it against her hot core. Her breathing became heavier and she kissed him with even more ardency. He had to remember her ankle, though. He didn’t want her to be in pain. Only pleasure.

Slowly he laid her back on the bed. “Don’t move. Please, just lie there and let me take care of you.” He reached his hand to the side zipper of her skirt and undid it. Then, carefully, he lifted her bottom with one hand, sliding the skirt down her legs. He ground his teeth and muttered the words, “Mi dios,” when he saw her satin panties and the little pool of moisture coating them.

“Take them off, too, Beck, please. I need you.”

His nostrils flared and his cock swelled, unbearably hard at her pleading words. No way would he deny her what she wanted. After finishing with her skirt, careful not to hurt her ankle, he slid his fingertips up her thighs, watching as she closed her eyes and bit on her lip. Her skin was so smooth, it felt like silk. Approaching the damp satin he stopped and studied the small stain. That was his. He put that there. He was the one she wanted. Knowing that and not wanting her to forget it filled him with a primal urge to make sure she knew how much he loved her. He wanted to fill her body so completely that there would never be any doubt.

“Beck…” Her hips thrust toward his hand while she whimpered.

He had been so lost in his thoughts that he’d forgotten what she needed. He slid his fingers under the satiny band and groaned aloud when he felt her hot juices. Sliding his fingers inside her tight channel he watched her face flush.

“Unbutton your blouse for me. Let me see those beautiful tits lying there while I play with your pussy.”

Looking at her intently as she did what he asked, he began removing her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs until he was able to throw them on the floor where they belonged.

Jennifer pulled her blouse open, sliding her fingertips along the top of her lacy bra. Her eyes spoke to him just as they’d always done. There was such fire and desire locked inside them. Whenever she was at her most vulnerable, that was when the fire erupted and spread throughout her body.

With a soft whisper he asked, “Show them to me, Jennifer.”

With her delicate fingers she peeled the lace down and placed it underneath her breasts, pushing them out and farther up. Her nipples were plump and swollen. The pointed nubs were hypnotizing him. The memory of the texture and feel of them in his mouth shot even more blood racing to his already hard cock.

“Jesús, eres hermosa.”


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guest Author Day with Nickie Asher


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

Thanks for the drink, and thank you for having me on your blog today. I’m thrilled to be a guest.

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

CRIMSON came about when I couldn’t find what I wanted to read. I decided if I couldn’t find it, I would write it. This novel was actually first drafted several years ago and turned into quite a learning project. 

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

I would restore youth and health to those robbed of them. I hate watching the ravages of time and ill health. 

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

Historical romance set against a WWII background.

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

I have a huge love of the violin. Nothing makes my heart kick into overdrive like a fine violin. 

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

Driven. Focused. Determined. 

What authors can be found in your library of books?

 JR Ward, Christine Feehan, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Stephen King, Dean Koontz and many more.

Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us?

I’m totally addicted to Monster Java Loca Moca. Delicious. If only I could buy it by the gallon. 

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

I currently have a work in progress titled FIMBULWINTER. It’s an action adventure about a movie score composer tasked with stopping the premature events signaling Ragnarok, the Norse end of time.

Thorn guarded his secrets carefully. Or at least he thought he had until he opened the door. The two men facing him had government goon squad written all over them.

The mid-day California sun reflected off their sunglasses in little blinding arcs. Dressed identically, they were so obviously thugs that it wasn’t laughable.

“Thorn Davidson?” the taller man asked.

A chill settled in Thorn’s guts. “Who wants to know?”

“Federal officers.” Badges appeared.

Thorn did his best to keep his face from giving anything away. “What do you want?”

The second man pulled at his collar. Sweat trickled down his temple. “We need you to come with us.”

He stiffened. “Why?”

“You’ll be given that information by our superiors.” The man wiped at his brow.

Thorn crossed his arms. They were so full of shit it practically dribbled from their ears. “I don’t think so.”

“Listen,” short guy said. “We can get in the car and drive to headquarters where you can answer a few questions and be on your way, or we can do this the hard way. Bottom line is you’re going with us.”

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done nothing wrong.” Both men probably concealed weapons. Didn’t matter, he wasn’t going voluntarily.

Short guy mopped his brow again. “It’s getting hotter by the frigging minute, and it’s going to storm. Let’s not make an ordeal of this.”

Did they know he was a regular in the underground bare knuckle fights? Probably. If they had taken an interest in him they would have done their homework.

A hot breeze kicked up, whipping his hair into his eyes.

“What do you want with me? And don’t feed me a load of shit.

The taller man’s jaw visibly clenched. “They told us to pick you up and bring you in. That’s all we know.”

“You’re lying. What else?”

Lightning flashed. Thunder answered. Closer.

“We were told you might be dangerous.” He patted his jacket, confirming the presence of a firearm.

Thorn’s heart-rate accelerated despite his determination to remain cool. “I’ve done nothing. I’m a composer. I make movie scores. I know absolutely nothing the government would be interested in.” 

What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?

I don’t do relaxation. I stay busy until I crash from exhaustion at the end of the day. I have a difficult time watching TV and not doing something else at the same time. Occasionally, I will watch a movie but not often.

What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why?

Thomas Jefferson. I’d like to talk politics with him. 

Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?
BLOOD JUDGMENT is an urban fantasy scheduled for release later this year. It’s the first book in a vampire series that asks the question: What would you do if the government decided to exterminate your race? The Judgment series explores this question.

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

BLOOD JUDGMENT is my favorite. Julian Wilkes is one of my favorite characters because he faced so much to become what he was meant to be.


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

CRIMSON can be found at:




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Red Hot Publishing


Violently turned vampire against his will and plunged into a paranormal world he didn’t believe in, Alex Connor learns his problems are just beginning.

On top of the challenges of adjusting to unlife, Alex’s world tightens around him. If being rejected by the woman he desires, tormented by a cunning enemy, and hunted by a man bent on eliminating the local undead population isn’t enough, events go downhill from there. Topping off his difficulties are a ruthless sire with an agenda hinging on Alex’s skills and a young woman who uncovers his secret and won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

Note – this book contains graphic violence and explicit sex. Intended for mature readers.


At the top floor, she hesitated outside his apartment.

Not knowing what to do next, she lingered in front of his door. Knocking was a death wish, but if she wasn’t going to, what in hell was she doing standing there like a fool?

He settled the matter for her. The door flew open and she stood face to face with a wild-eyed Alex.

He lunged, giving her no chance of eluding him. Hands biting into her upper arms, he dragged her into his apartment. She opened her mouth to scream, but he slammed her to the floor, knocking the breath out of her. With fluid motion, he shoved the door shut and dropped, straddling her.

He clapped his hand over her mouth. Panicking, she twisted her head and bit him. With a snarl, he yanked free.

“Why are you following me?” he demanded.

Their eyes locked. Her will drained away. With enormous effort, she turned her head, breaking the contact.

He growled like an animal and shivers crawled over her skin.

“Look at me,” he commanded and confined both her wrists in one of his hands.

He’d eat her alive if she looked in his eyes.

“Why are you following me? Who else knows I’m here?”

Terror twisted her guts, but she had the upper hand. His expressive eyes gave him away. And why wouldn’t he be afraid? She’d breached his hiding place.

“Take your hands off me,” she snapped, and to her surprise, he released her wrists.

They eyed each other.

“Why have you come here?”

I don’t want to hurt you, but I know someone who’s itching to drive a stake through you.”


“Will you get off of me?”

“Not till you tell me who wants to stick holes in me.”

“I can’t tell you, but you’re in danger. He’ll hunt till he finds you, and he’ll kill you.”

His eyebrows drew close together. “So why are you warning me?”

“I don’t want you to die.”

He caught her eyes, and this time, she wasn’t able to pull from his control, he held her tight. “Are you telling me the truth?”


He believed her. It reflected in his eyes.

She wriggled under him. “How did you know I was here?”

“Your perfume. It’s very strong. I smelled it that night on the street. It announces your arrival.” He launched off her and pulled her onto her feet. Without another word, he wrapped her in his unyielding embrace and nuzzled her neck, rooting around until he found her pulse.

She stiffened in his grasp then her arms went around his neck. Part of her had known he would do it. Worse, another part of her longed to feel his teeth in her fles