Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Super Book Blast ~ Queen of Clubs by Katie de Long


It's a tour and this book is hot! Check it out! Oh, and comment! Why? Katie de Long is awarding a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter a signed copy of a Queen of Clubs novella plus a handcreated pendant (US only).  Want to follow the tour so you can comment more and increase your chances? Follow the tour here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2015/06/super-book-blast-queen-of-clubs-season.html

And now on to the book!

QUEEN OF CLUBS: SEASON ONE
by Katie de Long

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The exotic dancers and employees of the Queen of Clubs walk a fine line, with only wits, beauty, and market savvy to keep them from toppling into the shark pit. Ride shotgun through lapdances, romance, and sexual awakenings. Don't worry, these girls won't ask what your hands are doing under the tip rail.

This collection contains all seven novellas in the first season of Queen of Clubs. They contain adult language and mature content, and can be read standalone or in order.

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Now for an excerpt:

I stared into the bottle, as best I could in the flickering light, and tried to remind myself he was doing me a favor; it wouldn't kill me to be social.

Okay, it might have killed me to be social. But I knew I really should try, anyways. Besides, he had a quirky grin, and tonight may as well not be a total bust. I'd had the thought that Rex was cute, in a rough and potentially-overpowering-you sort of way many times. Not exactly a pleasant thought in a building with walls so thin that he could probably hear me moan when I touched myself, imagining him startling me in an alley.

But when that harshness, that barely-concealed power was being directed at protecting me, even if just from my own fears in the night...I could put his strangeness aside for the night, maybe even indulge.

Get your copy here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1512180556

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About the Author:

Katie de Long lives in the Pacific northwest, realizing her dream of being a crazy cat-lady. As a
kid, Katie flagged the fade-to-blacks in every adult book she encountered, and when she began writing, she vowed to use cutaways sparingly. After all, that's when the good stuff happens. And on a kindle, no one asks why there's so many bookmarks in her library.

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Monday, August 3, 2015

Out Now ~ Ripples in Cedarwood by @MeganSlayer ~ Single Father Society, Book 2 ~ #mmromance #singledad #LGBT

Ripples in Cedarwood 
Book 2 in the Single Fathers Society
Loose Id Publishing
Novella
M/M, Anal Sex

An Amazon and AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!
One never intended on being a father and the other isn’t looking for a relationship, but they’re about to find out what they want and what they need might be the last thing they expected.
Steve Moore wasn’t planning on being a dad. He envisioned a life of teaching and professional swimming. Fast forward a year and he’s the guardian of his ten-year-old sister. He wants love and passion, but who wants to date a guy with a family?
Farin Baker believed love wasn’t in his cards—until he takes his nephew to swimming lessons. One glance at the water-slicked hunk teaching the class has him thinking about jumping into the dating pool once again. He’s ready for a fresh start and a hot guy for his bed.
Will these two men find heat between the sheets or will the guardianship situation be the biggest detriment to them finding happiness?

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Excerpt:
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
Farin drifted his gaze over the man. He liked tall men, and this one was at least five-eleven. Thin, but not too thin. When he glanced back at Farin, he offered him a good look at his face. Chocolate-brown eyes and a dimple. Goodness fuck, the man had a dimple.
The tips of Farin’s ears warmed and his neck prickled. Shit. He shouldn’t be ogling the swim instructor. He was a dirty old man who needed a date.
The guy clapped his hands. “Okay, you guys. The others will be here shortly. I want you and Gage to do laps. Show me you’ve been practicing your breathing.” He put his hands together and dived into the water. He barely made a splash and moved through the pool like a fish. When he surfaced, droplets glistened on his body and accentuated his strong form.
Farin’s jaw slackened. The man was so hot and even better wet. He’d read plenty of books describing characters as poetry in motion, but he’d never believed something like that was possible until he saw the swim instructor. Or was he the coach? Farin wasn’t sure.
By the time Gage and the other children climbed out of the pool, an hour had passed. Farin barely noticed. He’d been too engrossed in watching the teacher.
Gage wandered up to Farin, leaving sloshy wet footprints in his wake. “Hey, Uncle Farin. Are you in there?” He waved his hand in front of Farin’s face. “Uncle Farin?”
“Sorry.” He focused his attention on Gage. “I was thinking.”
“About a guy?” Gage’s eyes widened. “Dad always says he’s thinking when he’s really thinking about Jordan—or when I’m in trouble. I’m not in trouble, right?”
“I don’t think you are.” He handed his nephew the towel. “It looked like you were having fun. You’ve got the backstroke down pat.”
“It’s my favorite one.” Gage draped the towel over his head. “I’m going to change. Mr. Moore wanted to talk to you once we’re all done. I don’t know what about. He’s in the changing room, so I can’t get into any trouble.”
“Oh.” Farin tucked his tablet into his bag, then stood and stretched. His ass ached from sitting on the hard bleacher, and his back had stiffened from being hunched over. Part of him wanted to follow his nephew into the changing room to monitor the situation. The rest of him wanted to check out the swim instructor. The wet trunks left little to the imagination, but Farin wanted to unwrap him and check out his package.
Farin blinked. No—no dirty thoughts about the swim teacher. Squelch the dirtiness before it overtakes you. Time to let his head, not his heart and libido, lead the way. If only his libido would agree to the decision. He’d screwed himself over one too many times by thinking with his dick. This guy had to be about nineteen at best and way too young. Farin sighed. He was thirty years old. He needed to start thinking about settling down and planning for retirement, not finding a date.


Thursday, July 30, 2015

Out Now ~ Constant by @MeganSlayer ~ #mmromance #romance #contemporary

Constant by Megan Slayer 
Pride Publishing
Part of Totally Bound Publishing
Contemporary, Gay, M/M, BDSM
Novella
M/M, Anal Sex, BDSM, Knife Play, Bondage, Spanking, Toys

An AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!
A Pride Publishing Editors Pick!

He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?
Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?
Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets? 
Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.
Publisher's Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent. 

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EXCERPT:
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
“I’m so ready to be done with this place.” Roderick Green tossed his stylus onto the desktop and groaned. He wasn’t going to be able to leave until at least nine p.m. Damn it. He’d come into the news room at six that morning. Fifteen hours of scheduling, sorting through news stories and dealing with the broadcasters who didn’t want to cooperate. He was damn near pulling his hair out.
He’d been a producer at Channel 25 for the last eight years. He liked his job. The news of the nation as well as local stories colored the broadcasts. The channel featured plenty of sports stories, courtesy of one of his best reporters, Tory McClellan.
Most days, he loved his job. Bringing the news and working with the various groups made him happy. Today? Not so much.
He flipped through the papers on his desk then turned to his tablet. Of all the stories planned for the next week, he had Tory’s schedule, but that was all. He needed more than what Tory had given him. The broadcast couldn’t feature one reporter.
But hell, he’d lost two of his reporters that year. Filling their spots hadn’t been easy. He gritted his teeth. Speaking of the new reporters, where in the hell was their work?
He punched the numbers on his desk phone. Someone needed to give him answers and fast. After three rings, Holden, the main news reader, answered. “Yes, sir,” Holden said. “I’m currently working on that piece about the community center. I’m trying to get interviews with the staff. The work they’re doing with the young men and women is really inspirational.”
“Great, but I need stuff for the end of this week,” Roddy bit out. “Come on.”
“Ask Susan. She’s got a fluff piece on the animal rescue center. I thought she was finished.”
“She’s not.” But he’d be sure to contact her next and give the weather girl some explaining to do. He didn’t mind that she wanted to branch out and work on other stories, but she wasn’t keeping up with her own workload.
“I’ll have mine done this weekend and will have the comeback kid story about the young man who helps the Tigers ready by tomorrow. He was a talker, but I’ve got enough to do the story justice.”
“Fine.” Actually, really freaking good. “Okay. I can work with that. I’m looking forward to the footage.” Roddy groaned. “Tomorrow.”

“This (Constant) is the first time I have read anything by Megan Slayer, but it won't be the last. I did think the book could have been longer, and I appreciated the epilogue. But I would have liked to have seen more interaction between the two men - hearing that they had played together for two years put things in perspective, but I am one who likes to see the feelings develop over time. Not a complaint though. The book was well-written, the story line was awesome and sweet, and yep, I just loved Vegas. I'm off to find some more of Megan's books.” ~ Rated 4 stars ~ Liza ~ Sinfully...Addicted to All Male Romance  http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/review-constant-by-megan-slayer.html

“This (Constant) was a sweet story about taking that chance on love. Roddy and Vegas work well together and make a good couple. They are both strong men who know what they want. Although each has been hurt in the past the two try to overcome their fear to try for love once again. The men are hot together and their feelings shine through in all that they do. Watching their attraction turn into something much deeper made for a nice read. Each man must be careful and avoid the stigma that comes with their lifestyle. It was nice to see others stand by the men and encourage them to fight for the right to their own private lives. As the two men work through their relationship, outside factors come in to play and the men prove what stand up men they truly are. They prove love is worth fighting for whenever you can find it.” ~ Mistletoe ~ Long and Short Reviews  http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/constant-by-megan-slayer/

I would describe Constant as a beautiful powerful read. I love when BDSM brings another layer and deeper connection to characters. Ms. Slayer makes me love her character and want much more of them. I also have read Permanent but you do not have to understand this story.  I would suggest reading it anyways it is a wonderfully written story with unforgettable characters. When you want some edge to you man love this is the book to pick up. ~ Reviewed by Redz  ~ Rated Five Shooting stars and Recommended Read  ~ On Redz World Reviews http://redzworld.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/star-dust-award-constant-by-megan-slayer.html

Here’s what Senior Editor Sarah has to say about Constant:
“This is a fantastic snippet both into the world of news broadcasting and BDSM lifestyle.
Roddy and Andrew are essentially two very different characters in terms of traits and their outlook on life, but I think in reality this is actually what draws them together. The course that their love travels is gripping and I found it fascinating how their insecurities are whole-heartedly laid bare to the reader by Megan Slayer. This is a real insight into how BDSM co-exists alongside everyday life for everyday people.” https://www.pride-publishing.com/blog/editors-choice-constant


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Super Book Blast ~ SHOSHANNA'S SHORT SHORTS!!!



It's book blast time and here's one by Shoshanna Evers!!! Check it out! Comment because you could win! What could you win? Shoshanna will award a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter a $25 Amazon/BN GC. Isn't that awesome! Here's the tour link so you can follow the tour and comment on all the stops. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning! Follow the tour here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2015/07/book-blast-shoshannas-short-shorts-by.html


SHOSHANNA'S SHORT SHORTS
by Shoshanna Evers

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If you’re in the mood for a quickie (ahem), you’ll love this collection of eleven sexy short stories from New York Times and USA Today bestselling erotic romance author, Shoshanna Evers —“Queen of the erotic novellas.” (Fandom Fanatic). This collection pulls Evers’ published stories together from nine different anthologies into one volume. Includes a never-before-published story, plus the bestselling Overheated!

Get your copy here:

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And now for an Excerpt!! 

Excerpt #3: from Forced Orgasms
Copyright 2015 Shoshanna Evers. All Rights Reserved.

Tonight, he was paying to make his dream a reality, a reality that would last for exactly one hour once his doorbell rang. The escort service called the woman “Genevieve,” although as far as Ivan could tell she seemed more like a Jenny trying to look worth her sticker price.

She seemed very friendly, and calm, although Ivan was looking forward to seeing the desperation on her face he knew the evening would bring. Was that sick? Probably. But she’d love it. At least the first fifteen minutes of it, anyway. His cock hardened, straining against his slacks.

“Jenny,” he said cordially, kissing her cheek.

She didn’t correct him on the name. Maybe he’d been right about her, or maybe she was smart enough not to start off an evening with a client by correcting him. Maybe she’d let him call her whatever he wished.

“Take off your clothes, please,” he said.

Jenny gave him a saucy smile and pulled her expensive dress over her head, leaving a matching black-and-red lace brassiere and thong.

“Beautiful,” he said appreciatively. “But those need to go too.”

“Wow, get right down to business,” she said, laughing. “I’m surprised.”

She sat down on the couch, but he shook his head.

“I have a special chair for you. Why are you surprised?” He nodded over to the corner, to the bondage chair he’d pulled out of the garage and shined with leather cleaner and stainless steel polish. The chair had cost more than she had.

“I was told you weren’t interested in sleeping with your escorts,” Jenny said, eyeing the leather straps attached to the chair and sitting in it anyway.

“No, I’m not,” he replied. It was the truth, after all. “I just want to watch you be pleasured with my vibrator, over and over. Does that sound good to you?”

She laughed. “Sure! I never get to come during these—” Jenny stopped speaking suddenly, as if someone had put the mute switch on her. More likely, she’d remembered a rule the escort service had given her. Ivan imagined it went something like: Don’t complain about other clients. It makes the man you’re with now feel like he’s not the only one, and it makes him wonder if you’re complaining about him to the other men.

“Good. Spread your legs.”

Jenny complied, spreading her thighs wide so that her ankles touched the straps on the bottom of the chair. Ivan made quick work out of restraining her.

“Hands behind your back, gorgeous,” he said, and she obeyed, silent now. He used fuzzy red cuffs to handcuff her wrists. The cuffs looked cute and playful, but their bondage was real.

“I’m going to make you come until you pass out. Does that sound like a good idea?”

She laughed again, and Ivan recognized it for what it was—nerves. “Yes. I’m yours for the next…” she looked up at the large metal clock ticking above the fireplace, “forty-three minutes.”

Ivan stifled a groan of desire. Forty-three minutes. Forty-three minutes to watch her come, and come again, and squirm, and scream. Then beg…and beg. And come again.

The memory of this evening would fulfill all of his masturbatory fantasies for the rest of his life. Which was good, because after this he’d probably be cut off from this particular escort service.

Ivan plugged in the long white vibrator, pressing the thick round head against her. Frowning, he dipped his fingers down and spread her nether lips until the vibrator nestled directly against a tender spot. His fingers came back shiny.

“This turns you on?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes,” she admitted shyly.

He flipped the switch to Low and watched her face, her reaction as the vibrator buzzed to life.

“How’s that feel?”

“Amazing.” She tilted her head back, a look of ecstasy on her face.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories, including The Man Who Holds the Whip (part of the NYT bestselling MAKE ME anthology), I Am Not Your Melody (from the NYT bestselling Cowboy 12-Pack), Beauty & the Beast: an erotic reimagining (from the USA Today bestselling Wicked Hot Reads), The Enslaved Trilogy and The Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, and the national bestseller, The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride...and Baby.

Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief, originally from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.

Shoshanna is also the cofounder of SelfPubBookCovers.com, the largest selection of one-of-a-kind, premade book covers in the world.

Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and three big dogs in Northern Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.

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Friday, July 24, 2015

Playlist for Stirring Up Dirty by Kacey Hammell


Playlist for Stirring Up Dirty

Burnin’ It Down - Jason Aldean – see aRe Café post for more about this song/inspiration!!!

Sugar - Maroon 5

Lonely Tonight – Blake Shelton & Ashley Monroe

Bed of Roses – Bon Jovi

Talk Dirty to Me – Jason DeRulo

Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

Perfect Storm – Brad Paisley


A bit of variety I know, but I like a lot of different music genres. Including classical and opera! *g*

Hope you enjoy Stirring Up Dirty!!!



                   STIRRING UP DIRTY  

Stirred by Love: Book 1
By Kacey Hammell
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-425-8
115 pages
Available with Evernight Publishing
Connected to DARE


Blurb:
Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist.
                                                
Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her … on so many levels.


Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2015
There was no way she’d tell Melissa she had the hots for her oldest brother. “All is good. Is there anything I can help you with, though? I waited tables once. A lot of years ago, but I’d be happy to help.” Besides, it would get her mind off the hot-blooded male behind the bar who made her want to hop over it and take him right there. A full room of customers or not.
“No. Absolutely not. I didn’t ask you to meet me here so I could put you to work.” Melissa glanced over her shoulder when one of the customers yelled for her and raised one finger. She turned back to Candy. “Maybe we should meet tomorrow?”
Candy nodded. “Sounds good. Come by my hotel, okay? But for now,” she slid from the booth, “put me to work. What can I do?”
Melissa stood and hugged her, then pointed to the corner. “Well, I’m behind in getting out more nuts. The bowls on the bar and tables need refilling. I have enough to get some done now, but we’ll be closing in an hour and will need more. If you don’t mind, could you grab some?”
“Not at all.”
“Thank you so much. They’re on the very back wall, third shelf from the bottom.” Another customer hollered for Melissa’s attention. “Thanks again,” she said before hurrying off.
The girl was meant for bigger and better. Not that there was anything wrong with working hard for a living, but her long and lean figure, her regal neckline and great posture would be better served on a runway or in a magazine than hustling from table to table.
She strode across the room to the side door Melissa had directed her to. The door was ajar, held open with a small wooden crate. She pushed the crate inside and entered, shutting the door behind her.
“Damn it. Who let the door close? Drew, fuck, you know better.” The masculine voice from somewhere in the back startled her. Thankfully she recognized the voice or she’d have been screaming bloody murder about being locked in a room with a stranger.
“Sorry, Eric. It’s Candy. I closed the door.” She moved further into the room and around one large utility shelving unit.
“Christ, what the hell are you doing in here?”
She found him near the back wall, piling boxes of what looked like the nuts she had to find on a small cart.
“I was giving Melissa a hand.” She pointed at the item in his hand. “I was going to take them out for her, for after closing, and give her a hand.”
He snorted, set down the case and reached for another one. “I don’t think a woman like you would be into this type of work. Don’t want you breaking a nail or anything like that.”
“Oh shut up, dickhead. You’re so pompous.”
He raised his head and glared at her.
“Don’t look at me like that, either. I’m no stranger to hard work.” She scanned the room. Jesus, wasn’t there air-conditioning in this little closet? She pulled at the neckline of her scoop neck top. “Anything else I can help with?”
Eric set aside the last case and leaned against the shelf. His arms crossed over his chest, and Candy tried to ignore the bulging biceps that stood out beneath the sleeves of his grey t-shirt.
Ah, hell.
Her heart skipped and her pussy throbbed. Just when she thought she’d shoved the need for him aside, he had to go and look all manly and tasty standing there.
“I thought you were here to whisk my sister off somewhere?” She hated that he could see right through her plans. “Or are you here for a job? No longer young enough for those crazy sharks in magazines these days?”
Oh the bastard knew how to cut her to the quick. She wasn’t a washed-up has-been, but her time in the fashion and modeling limelight had come and gone. “You really need to let go of that high-and-mighty attitude. You know nothing about me. Now,” she waved her arms, “anything here need to be taken out front?”
He smirked, and she wanted to slap him. But he shrugged and pointed to the shelf above her head. “I need that red box there brought down. The blue one beside it too. They aren’t heavy, just napkins.”
She nodded and lifted her arms. In her six-inch heels it was hard to reach so high, and she widened her stance for better balance. The tips of her fingers eased the red box closer to the edge for her to grab the sides. She lowered it and set it on the stack of cases he had on the cart.
“I’m glad I can help. Melissa looked a bit frazzled out there. She is a hard worker.”
He coughed. “We all grew up working hard.”
Candy reached for the blue box and nodded. “It seems like a great family unit that you all have.” Crap, this one was a bit farther back. She felt a breeze cross her skin as her top rose, baring her midriff. She wobbled on her heels. Shit. That’s all she needed was to fall on her ass while in a skirt and look like a fool.
Warm hands suddenly circled her waist. Gasping, she drew in a deep breath and grabbed on to the shelf with both hands as he touched her.
“Easy there, darlin’. Those heels aren’t exactly made for working.” His searing breath washed over her neck. Electric currents spread along her skin, igniting and firing to life. Goddamn, goddamn.


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Bio:
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Thursday, July 16, 2015

Super Book Blast ~ Beauty Submits to Her Beast by Sydney St Claire

It's time for a book blast and there are some great things up for grabs. You'll want to follow the tour! Here's the link for the tour: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2015/06/book-blast-beauty-submits-to-her-beast.html
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BEAUTY SUBMITS TO HER BEAST
by Sydney St Claire



Rancher Caitlin Olsen is in complete control of her life. After years of taking care of others, she’s on her own and loving every minute. She has her horses and her ranch. What more does she need? Yet deep inside, she yearns to give up all her responsibilities and simply experience life. When a friend suggests she try a bit of BDSM role-play, she does her research and accepts an invitation to Pleasure Manor for a fairy tale event.

War hero and Dominant, Damon Steele is a loner. His failure to keep his men alive destroyed too many hopes and dreams. He won’t be responsible for anyone else's life or happiness ever again. There’s no room in his life—or his heart—for romance. Instead, he satisfies his needs at BDSM clubs and never with the same sub. Taking part in the fairy tale event at Pleasure Manor is difficult enough, but when Beauty challenges him both in the bedroom and out, he’s not sure he can control his inner beast.

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And now for an excerpt!

She licked her lips, suddenly nervous again. How did a person begin a cold turkey sexual fling? She didn’t engage in one-night stands, always dated and got to know her past lovers first. “I’m Caitlin. I’ve never been here before. What now?”

He inclined his head. “I’m Damon. I’ll be your Dom for the weekend. Find the X on the floor and stand on it.”

Damon. To tame. Oh, yes, she wanted to tame her beast. Like a flame set to gas-soaked briquettes, his gaze on her breast, along with his sexy, deep baritone voice, ignited the ball of lust swirling in her center.

Whew, this won’t be so bad. In fact, if she hadn’t been cuffed, she might have jumped him, tumbled them both onto the couch.

He snapped his fingers, bringing her back to the here and now. “First rule. I don't give instructions more than once. Do as I ordered.”

The lust in her veins cooled and once again, indignation threaded with anger took hold. “Excuse me?” No one had ordered her around since she was thirteen and assumed the role of parent to her younger siblings and caregiver to her mother.

“Your choice is to obey or leave. If you want to leave, I’ll remove the cuffs and let Hastings arrange for you to be taken home.”


Go before she sampled this hunk? Nope. No matter how much she hated being told what to do. Her curiosity was piqued, and her body ached to have this man kiss her. And fuck her like a stallion claiming his mare. This Belle wanted her Beast.
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Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native
 American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White” Series.

Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing success.  Encouraged to read as a child, she always preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre.  Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney’s office is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…

When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the ‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…

While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Super Book Blast ~ Stealing Second by Alison Packard


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Stealing Second
by Alison Packard

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Katherine Whitton doesn’t purposely avoid men and relationships, but she doesn’t mind that side effect of immersing herself in her job with the San Francisco Blaze. Years ago she was betrayed by her one true love, and she’s never fully recovered, though she’s tried by building a new life in a city she loves.


It’s taken seventeen years for Tom Morgan to get over Katie—Katherine now. Sober now and faced with the incredible opportunity to manage the Blaze, he thinks he’ll finally be able to handle working with this beautiful woman without falling to pieces…as long as she doesn’t get too close.

A crisis with the team's star pitcher forces Tom and Katherine to put in long hours together. Years of animosity melt away as the sexual tension between them ignites. But it’ll take more than scorching kisses to avoid the wreckage of the past. And neither Tom nor Katie are sure they’re ready to trust each other or risk their hearts for a second chance at happiness.


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And now for an excerpt!

“Dance with me.” The low tone of his voice sent a shiver up her spine.

For what seemed like forever she couldn’t speak. She glanced at the couples swaying to the romantic music, and her heart started to pound at the thought of Tom holding her in his arms, of being that close to him after so many years.

“I don’t like to dance,” she said, finding her voice.

His eyes glinted with something resembling amusement. “That’s not how I remember it.”

She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all.”

“Scared?”

Yes. “No.”

“Prove it.” He extended his hand. “Dance with me.”

“Fine,” she said. No one knew of her prior relationship with Tom, and she didn’t want them to. Causing a scene would only start rumors. And there were enough of those going around already.

With an exaggerated sigh, she returned her phone to the table and ignored his hand as she rose to her feet. He inclined his head, motioning her forward. Every nerve in her body tingled as he followed her to where the other couples had congregated.

The second she turned and faced him and he put his hand on her waist, her heart skipped a beat, then kicked into full-on pounding mode. He reached for her hand, gloving it in the warmth of his, and lifted it as he pulled her closer. Instinctively, she raised her free hand and rested it on his shoulder.

Looking past him as they began to dance, she held herself rigid and tried to distract herself from his scent—clean with a hint of soap. How was it possible he smelled exactly the same as he had seventeen years ago? And how was it possible she’d never forgotten it?

To her right, she glimpsed Kelly and Matt swaying to the music, gazing into each other’s eyes like no one else existed. And next to them, Angie and J.T. were just as engrossed in each other. All the love in the room was making her ill.

“Relax,” Tom said in a low voice.

Even in four-inch heels, she had to lean her head slightly back to meet his gaze. “I am relaxed.”

His lips quirked with amusement. “If this is relaxed I’d hate to see you when you’re tense.”

“If I’m tense it’s because you’re crossing boundaries you have no business crossing.”

“It’s just a dance, Katie.”

Annoyed, she leaned toward him and whispered, “Don’t call me that.” Too late, she realized her mistake. He slipped his hand to her back, anchoring her against him. Now her body was in direct contact with his, and it reacted accordingly. Slow heat unfurled in her stomach and her nipples pebbled against the soft, satiny fabric of her bra.

“I saw you with Logan.”

He had lowered his head, his lips grazing her earlobe. Pleasurable goose bumps rose on her skin. Her instincts had definitely been on point. This dance was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

“Are you sleeping with him?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Does he know you like to be touched like this?” Tom traced a finger up her spine. She let out a soft gasp and trembled. He chuckled, his breath warming her ear. “And what about that sensitive spot between your neck and your collarbone? Does he know about that?”

“What Adam knows about me, or my body, is none of your concern.” She pulled back. Another bad idea. The heat smoldering in his eyes sent the blood rushing to her ears, and for a moment all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. Quickly, she regrouped. “And furthermore, my sex life is perfectly adequate. Thank you very much.”

“Well, that’s a damn shame.” His mouth tipped in a lazy, sexy smile as he settled his hand on the curve of her lower back. Every nerve ending in her body went on instant alert as the warmth of his fingers seemed to burn through the thin fabric of her dress, straight to her skin. “’Cause I sure as hell don’t recollect you ever settling for adequate.”

“We’re dropping this subject right now,” she said in a stern voice.

“Whatever you say, darlin’.”
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About the Author:


Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern Nevada where she’s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot machines in every grocery store.

When not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over her head, and supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most of her free time writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and spending time with her family and friends.

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