Friday, January 19, 2018

Shopping for A Billionaire’s Honeymoon—Just 99c Until 19th January!


Shopping for A Billionaire’s Honeymoon (Book 11 in the Shopping series)

Author: Julia Kent
Release date: January 31, 2017
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance


Description:

He is addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m addicted to getting some on my own honeymoon.

One of these things is not like the other.

I am pretty sure a serial killer’s lair is the only place in the world where I could stash my new husband so he can’t manage the acquisition of our new company.

And that seems a little drastic.

But only a little...

All I want is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs tangled together in ecstasy, room service and long walks on the beach in Hawaii.

Not vying for his kisses around a Bluetooth microphone. The Borg aren’t sexy in real life.

So I’m taking matters into my own hands and hitting “reboot” on our honeymoon.

We’re going to a place so remote that no one can find us.

Not even my mother.

Shopping for a Billionaire’s Honeymoon is now a full-length book of 150+ pages, with both Shannon and Declan’s points of view. Originally published with only Shannon’s viewpoint, this expanded edition is a result of reader feedback. People wanted to know what Declan was up to – so here you go. This book is meant to be read after Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife and/or Shopping for a CEO’s Fiancée, but if you read it out of order (or even as a standalone), that’s fine. Shannon and Declan forgive you. ;)



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Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down

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Excerpts:

#1

Shannon

Let’s do an inventory of this fine day. My day-after-I-got-married day. In Vegas.
After fleeing my Momzilla mother.
Today is supposed be Day One of my honeymoon after marrying the billionaire of my dreams.
(Let’s not count the night before).
Woke up to the lovely sight of my husband’s tousled dark hair sliding down my torso so he could feast on me for breakfast.
Had actual breakfast in bed after room service delivered mixed berries, cream, bacon, and maple-soaked carrot-cake french toast, and the best damn coffee on the planet from the coffee chain I now own.
Made love with my delightful husband in the giant jetted bathtub in our suite. Turns out I’m as bendy as a Cirque du Soleil performer when I need to be. Maybe Mom’s insistence that I attend all those yoga classes she teaches has a silver lining after all.
Dressed and prepared to hop the corporate jet for Hawaii, kisses interspersed between readying ourselves for the trip. Undressed twice. Dressed twice. Declan insisted I not wear panties for the plane trip.
“But I’m already a member of the Mile High Club,” I’d protested.
“Not as a wife.”
He had a point.
Panties abandoned.
Found his brother, my best friend, a former colleague and an Anterdec chauffeur all married to each other.
Notice something a little different about that last one?
Yeah. Me too.
Day One of my honeymoon had promise, but now? Now it’s a little too real.
We’re on the plane, settling into our seats, and I’m doing my best not to think about my poor best friend and her chaotic mess back at the Anterdec resort where Declan and I just spent nearly a week trying to figure out our entire life.
Which we did, successfully, to my utter surprise. After fleeing our wedding in a helicopter and lying to my Momzilla mother, we managed to get to Las Vegas, ensconced in a resort on the Vegas Strip that Declan had designed himself as an intern in college. By the time my crazy family caught up to us, we’d steeled ourselves for the inevitable fallout.
And got so much more than we expected, in more ways than one. We’re married now. Husband and wife.
That’s really all that matters.
That, and honeymoon sex.
Lots and lots and lots of honeymoon sex. It’s my wifely right to walk funny for the next few days.
And his husbandly duty to make it so.

#2

Declan

It’s criminal what Shannon does to me. We just had sex, spooned and cocooned, breathing in each other’s air and imprinting each other with scent and time.

And yet she makes me want more.

Spread among the mussed bedsheets, she looks like a divine being poured her into the bed, all long, rolling hair and sultry smiles. How can a body smile at me like that? Yet it does. It sings to me, a song of joy and fire that touches the very root of me.

I climb on the edge of the bed and yank her by the ankles, hard, making her squeal.

You know what you do with criminals?

You handcuff them.



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Thursday, January 18, 2018

Blurb Blitz ~ Crossing Quinn by Gail Koger

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Crossing Quinn by Gail Koger

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Quinn Jones is a formidable Coletti warlord. His mission is to capture Xenia and bring her back to Tanith to be mated with a warrior the Overlord has chosen. Problem is, Quinn finds himself falling for the beautiful Farin. Her unusual “psychic powers, combat training and berserker abilities” make her the perfect mate for him. How does he convince Xenia and the Overlord that she’s meant to be his?

Xenia and her parents are relic hunters who just discovered the fabled home world of the Nabateans. She isn’t about to leave the greatest find of the century to hook up with some Coletti. Not happening. Ever. No matter how many threats the Overlord makes or that he’s sending his best hunter to apprehend her. Okay, she’ll admit she’s drawn to the handsome warlord and she loves the way Quinn’s heavily muscled body fills out his black battle suit, but the egotistical jerk is about to get his ass handed to him.

When the galaxy is threatened with annihilation, Xenia and Quinn join forces to stop the murderous Tai-Kok. Fate has brought them together and nothing will stand in the way of their victory or their love.



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And now for An Excerpt:

“I will do what is necessary to keep my mother safe.”

Quinn snorted. “And get your ass shot off. Wait for me.”

“No.”

“Stupidity is not a virtue.”

The first chance I got I was stunning his ass. “You need to get laid. It might improve your disposition.” I gave myself a mental head smack. Goddess, where in the nine hells had that come from?

A smile curved Quinn’s mouth. “You offering, darlin’?”

“Not in this lifetime.” My love life might suck, but taking on a dictatorial, bad- tempered Coletti warrior was sheer madness. A sigh escaped me. No matter how attractive I found him.

“You’ve never been kissed, have you?”

My jaw dropped. What? One look at the devilry in Quinn’s eyes, and I knew he enjoyed provoking me. “That is none of your business.” My duties didn’t allow time for romance, and keeping Mami safe was a full-time job.

Quinn smirked. “Pucker up, sweetheart. It’s an easy fix.”

I started the hover bike and zoomed off. I was definitely stunning him. Twice.


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About the Author:

I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea of what a real emergency is. Take this for an example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone, I took up writing.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Bed of My Truck by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #erotic #excerpt #newadult #secondchance

Bed of My Truck by Megan Slayer


Publisher: Megan Slayer Publications

ISBN: 9781370970513

Contemporary

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking

Can he have the house, the dog and the lover of his dreams or will it all fall apart right before his eyes?
The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.
Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog.  Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.
But, the surprises just keep coming.
Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated. When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.
Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex.

This book has been re-edited and re-issued in this edition.

Search Terms: explicit, spanking, masturbation, dogs, pets, dirty talk, oral sex, reunited, artist, medical personnel


Excerpt:

©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved


“I never got a chance to give you his rundown.” Alec grinned. “Since the waiting room is empty, I’ll just tell you now. No worms, no fleas, but I’d give him a bath. The weight loss helped but I’d also suggest getting Dragon on a tooth brushing regimen. He’s been eating things he probably shouldn’t that did a number on his gums. I ran a heartworm test which was negative and I’ve given him a pill for this month. When you come in next we’ll set you up right. Call, okay?” He winked and walked back into the closest exam room.

We’ll set me up? Call? He wanted me to call him? I hadn’t heard those terms in such a long time. Maybe my assumption more than fifteen years before had been more on the money than I thought. I shrugged him off back then. I could be over-thinking. Again.

I looked down at Dragon, who was sprawled on his side on the floor. He gazed up at me with his droopy eyes and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. At least I had him back. What I’d do about my overzealous crush on the vet and his advances, well I hadn’t figured that out yet. I stress yet.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Beautiful Music Together by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #gay #erotic #romance #musician #NSFWexcerpt #NSFW

Beautiful Music Together 

Megan Slayer
From MLR Press
Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex
Novella
Artwork by Kris Jacen

Can these two opposites find the right rhythm?

Jon Kagan likes his life. He's carefree unless he's in the recording studio with his trumpet. Then he's serious as hell. He plays the field like he does the notes on each track, but the single life isn't fun any longer. He wants a lover and partner. But how can he find the man of his dreams when the only people he spends time with are the same musicians night after night? He's convinced he won't--until he meets Benny. Then all bets are off.

Benny Walters burns the midnight oil, too, but not in the music business. He'd rather work on houses than play tunes. Putting in a good sweat over a flooring job or painting a room makes him happy--almost as much as watching the hot guy who jogs across the neighborhood in the middle of the day. When he finally talks to Jon, sparks fly. He'd love to get to know Jon better, but confidence isn't his strong point. Will he be able to get beyond his past and find the future he deserves?

Love happens in the strangest places, especially when it hits all the right notes.


Now for an EXCERPT:


©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved



"Are you painting the outside of the house? You mentioned something about gray." Jon didn't want to end the conversation. He'd grown fond of Benny, even after a few minutes of chatting.

"Oh, no. My friend is having new siding put on, but I'm not doing it. No, I posed the question in front of your friend there, because you looked like you'd rather eat scorpions than talk to him."

He laughed again and rocked on his feet. He liked the way Benny talked. "I'm glad you did." And even gladder he got the chance to meet Benny.

"I should get back to the shingles. It's hot and not all that sexy, but it pays the bills."

"I'm sure it does." Jon glanced over at the house, then met Benny's gaze. "If I'm ever in the mood to redo my house, can I call you?" Christ, his hands shook. He hadn't been this nervous in ages. Because of Benny?

"Sure. I don't have business cards or anything, but I'm licensed and bonded."

"I didn't doubt it." He slid his phone from the holder around his forearm. "Give me your number and I'll add you."

"555-6620."

"Ask for Benny?" Jon smiled. He could've sworn the afternoon heat increased a few degrees each time he looked into Benny's eyes.

"It's my personal number. No assistants or anything. I'm not that big." He blushed. "So you'll have to talk to me."

"There's nothing wrong with that." He inputted the info, then tucked the phone back into the holder. "I'll let you shingle. It was nice to meet you. Feel free to rescue me again."

"I'll see what I can do." Benny grinned and hefted a pack of shingles onto his shoulder. He climbed the ladder up to the porch roof and flexed as he put the shingles down.

Jon whimpered. Benny could really haul. "Do you run?"

Benny stepped to the edge of the roof and rested his hands on his hips. "What?"

"Do you run? Exercise?"

"I lift weights. Why?"

"I thought maybe you'd like to go for a run with me sometime." Holy fuck, he'd just kind of asked Benny out. Hell yeah.

"You always run in the afternoon. I'm a morning guy."

"Oh." Jon paused. Benny was supposed to agree to join him. That's what the other guys did... Well, shit. Jon twiddled with his headphones. "Wait, how'd you know about my run times?"

"You go past here nearly every day and have since the first of June. You're hard to miss."

"Is that a good thing?" Or bad? He hoped for the former.

"I'm just observant."

And noncommittal with his answers. Damn it. "Okay, well, I'll see you around. Maybe tomorrow when I run past here."

"Same time, same channel," Benny said. He waved and returned to the shingles.

What an odd guy, but handsome as hell and intriguing, too.

Jon headed home, but his thoughts never left Benny. The man knew the right moment to step in, which was kind of nice, and not Jon's regular type. He liked pretty boys. Musicians or vocalists. He snorted and stopped in his driveway. He had no idea if Benny was even gay, much less if he was interested. The answer to his run question had been vague. Probably because Benny wasn't homosexual.

He strode up the drive to the front porch and into his house, and kicked off his running shoes. He downed a bottle of water in what seemed like a single gulp. Trust him to find the one guy who wasn't interested, and find him attractive.

He had to be out of his mind, but he wanted to go back. Wanted to talk to Benny and get to know him better.

He did have Benny's number. What could he break in order to get the handsome home remodeler to come over?



Monday, January 15, 2018

A Sinful Tune by @WendiZwaduk #menage #romance #mfm #erotic #NSFW #Excerpt


A Sinful Tune by Wendi Zwaduk
From the Three’s a Charm Anthology
Short Story
Totally Bound
M/F/M, M/F, Menage, Anal Sex

Contemporary

Two hot rockers and one girl…what could go wrong?

Robbie thought when he formed his band he’d get the girls, the gigs and the money. He’s got the gigs, but the money is a little slower in coming. He’s also got more than a few secrets. He wants the band to succeed, but even more, he wants to find the one woman who can accept him—warts and all, but also with his best friend Dillon involved.

Dillon loves Robbie like a brother. Robbie’s his other half in the music world. He handles the words while Robbie writes the music for the band. But all the music in the world isn’t enough if they don’t have their perfect third—Jess. She hits all the right notes for him and Robbie. The only issue? She may not accept their love in return.

Jess has followed the band for years and worked her way up to selling their merchandise. She knows their music almost as well as they do, but doubts they’d want to be with her. She’s so unlike the other women they’ve had—she’s short, curvy and a purple-haired Goth. When Robbie and Dillon hang out with her after one of the gigs, she has a choice to make. Either head home and wonder or let go of her fears and give the two men of her dreams the chance to make her fantasies come to life.



Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of double penetration.

Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released as part of the Three's a Charm anthology with Totally Bound Publishing.

General Release Date: 22nd August 2017


©Wendi Zwaduk, 2017 All Rights Reserved
“What if we asked her out? We’ve been dancing around it forever. You want her. I do. She likes hanging out with us and she never shies away when we kiss her.” He met Robbie’s gaze. “I’m serious. What if we were the ones who took the first step?”
“And say what?” Robbie frowned. “I like her and would love to snag her between us, but what do we say? ‘Hey, babe. We’ve chosen you. How about it? Do you want to be with us?’ She’d laugh and walk out. What about saying she’d be better off with us on either side? She’d think we were going to use her. She deserves better than a couple of rock and roll wannabes.”
“Well, yeah.” Dillon snorted. “If we approach her like that, then I’d be shocked if she didn’t run away. Finesse would be good.” He rested his arm on Robbie’s shoulder. “Think about it. She’s got that Goth, funky but beautiful look to her. She’s never balked at our behavior, either. She’s a little rough, but dependable.”
“She’s a good worker, sure, but you make her sound like a set of tires.” Robbie shrugged. “I’d love to ask her out, but I’m afraid she’d turn me down. You know me and my life. I’m no good for her. Besides, if she said yes, then how can I be sure she’d consider both of us? I’m not in the mood to put myself out there only to be turned down again. I’d rather be alone.”
“We won’t know until we try.” Dillon hadn’t realized how deep Elaine’s leaving had messed with Robbie until that moment. He hadn’t thought Robbie and Elaine were going to go the distance, but he hadn’t expected her to be so rotten. He’d never heard Robbie mention being happier alone. Robbie was a relationship kind of guy. Then again, so was he. Hell, for all he knew, she could be the one. A vision of her snuggled up between them came to mind. He longed to run his fingers through her purple hair and kiss her breathless. Tingles surged through his body—the thrill of playing music mixed with his desire for Jess. Oh, shit. He only felt that way when he picked up his guitar. Yeah, it was time to speak up.
“Then why don’t we talk to her and try to figure this out…after we play music?”


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Book Blast ~ Heaven's Watcher by Kayden Claremont

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Heaven's Watcher by Kayden Claremont
Leather-wearing, motorcycle riding PI Heaven Vaughan is working undercover in a Las Vegas casino for the DA. She must find the evidence to convict the casino boss of ordering her brother killed, but the tall, dark, sex-on-a-stick head of security is constantly watching her. Just knowing he’s got his monitors focused on her makes her hot, and she can’t help but make sure he has something as equally arousing to look at.

Straight-arrow Darius Turner has one job—to safeguard the people in the casino. The feisty redhead dominating his viewing pleasure is playing havoc with his duties and with his libido. All he wants is to take her up on her teasing invitations, but he can’t let her get too close. If Heaven discovers his true identity, there’ll be hell to pay.

Now for An Excerpt:


After scolding herself, she got back to work.

She had to find the evidence quickly before Darius realized what she was up to. Near the end of her shift, she grabbed a tray, a bottle of single-malt whiskey, a glass, and headed toward the boss’s office. She knocked on the door. No one answered, so she slipped in. Setting the tray on the coffee table, she scanned the room and sat down at the desk. She didn’t know the computer password, so she opened the drawer on the right. At the sound of the soft scraping of the door on the lush carpet, she froze. Darius filled the doorway.

“What are you doing here?”

Quietly, she closed the drawer.

“I was told to bring the boss a bottle of scotch.”

Darius nodded at the bottle on the tray. “I see.”

“You do a lot of that.”

“What are you doing behind the desk?”

His low, measured voice sent shivers through her.

“Nothing.”

She shrugged. When he did not respond, she said, “The truth is, I need to get another computer. I figured the boss would have the top of the line with all the bells and whistles.”

She forced a smile. “Just checking it out.”

She got up and edged around the desk, hoping to get to the door before Darius pressed the control in his pocket to call his men. He blocked her. His rock-solid frame resembled a wall yet excited her. Taking a calming breath, she tried to walk around him.


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About the Author:

Kayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love.  Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps. When she is not crafting erotic romantic stories, she can be found crocheting or making jewelry.
Kayden is a member of Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers, and Writing Community of Durham Region.

She hopes you enjoy her other books, Hell’s Bounty, Timeless Passion, Red Hot and Tartan Temptation, all published by The Wild Rose Press.

Kayden loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her on Facebook or at her website: www.KaydenClaremont.com
Blog: https://kaydenclaremont.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/kaydenclaremont
FaceBook: https://twitter.com/kaydenclaremont
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/9136748.Kayden_Claremont


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Monday, January 8, 2018

Book Blast ~ Her Rodeo Masters by Anya Summers

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Her Rodeo Masters by Anya Summers

Ivy Phillips is on a mission. She’s an investigative reporter for the Pasadena Tribune, and is hoping to write the story of the century by infiltrating Pleasure Island claiming to be a submissive. Except, when she gets there, she inadvertently finds herself auctioned off for charity and now has two hunky cowboys who want to own her body and soul.
 

Dax Johnson and Nate Banks have been a rodeo team – and lovers – for years. But they’ve yearned to add a sweet submissive to their union. When they meet Ivy, Dax knows she is the one for them, and the duo set out on a seductive campaign to win Ivy’s affection.

But when the truth is revealed, will their newfound relationship survive? Or will the two cowboys ride off into the sunset without her?

Publisher’s Note: This is the ninth – and final – installment of Anya Summers’ bestselling Pleasure Island series. While we recommend all the books, it can be enjoyed on its own.

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Now for an Excerpt: 

Ignoring the roiling mass of coffee churning in her stomach, she approached her boss. Don gave her a ‘what now?’ scowl.

“Sir, let me do this and not the horoscopes. I really think there’s something here. There’s a club that has a private section,” Ivy explained.

“That’s not news, Ivy, that’s Hollywood spilling over up interstate 210. Most of the posh clubs within fifty miles of downtown Los Angeles have a VIP section,” Don said, shaking his head, his frustration with her palpable.

“Yes, but I know that this one is different. My instincts—”

Don gave her a patronizing glower. “Ivy, you’re a great writer, which is why I hired you in the first place, but investigative reporting is not the right fit for you. I’ve been in the news business longer than you’ve been alive and I know a thing or two. I need you to trust me on this and do the job I’ve hired you to do.”

She flinched. “Just give me this one chance. Let me investigate this, and if I’m wrong—”

“If you’re wrong, you go back to writing what I assign you, no more questions asked,” Don finished for her.

“I won’t let you down. I can do this, sir,” she replied.

“We’ll see. You still have to do the horoscope pieces this week, along with the rest of your workload,” Don said, not giving her an inch of space.

“I understand. Thank you, sir,” she said and walked toward the conference door.

“Don’t thank me yet. Because if you truly fuck up and harm a business without sufficient proof, you won’t be writing anything—you’ll be unemployed,” Don threatened.

The spurt of confidence she’d felt deserted her as the realization sank in. She’d just bet her career on the off-chance that she had a story.

Ivy slunk back to her office, her knees shaking. She ignored the evil smirk from Stuart and the pitying glances from the rest. She could do this: she could be an investigative journalist, just like her father. Back in her workspace, she sat at her desk and stared at the letter from Dungeon Pleasures. There was no time like the present to shake up her life and dive in. Tonight would be the perfect night to begin her investigation. And, if fear slithered through her system at the thought there was a chance she could lose everything she’d worked for, she shelved it for later.

She didn’t have time to be a wimp. This was her ‘go big or go home’ moment.




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About the Author:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Visit her website here:

www.anyasummers.com
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Pleasure Island Series

Her Master & Commander, Book 1
Her Music Masters, Book 2
Their Shy Submissive, Book 3
Her Undercover Doms, Book 4
Her Lawful Master, Book 5
Her Rockstar Dom, Book 6
Duets & Dominance, Book 7
Ménage In Paradise, Book 8
Her Rodeo Masters, Book 9

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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Book Blast ~ Dark Child by Miriam Newman

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Dark Child by Miriam Newman


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Born at a royal banquet for King Conor MacNessa of Ulster, Deirdre is predicted by Conor’s own druid to be blessed and cursed with a beauty that will make kingdoms contest over her. He names her “Deirdre of the Sorrows” and urges the king to slay her. But Conor, unwilling to murder a babe, takes her under his protection only to fall prey to the curse when she is nearly grown. Captivated by her youth and beauty, the aging king will go to any extreme to possess her.

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Now for an Excerpt:

On the fairest of summer days, Naisi sat beneath a tree on a hillock making music yet more fair.  It was that which pulled Deirdre in, of course.  She could no more resist it than a trout does the lure and when she saw the sheer, pure beauty of the man making it, that drew her more strongly yet, for she knew him from her dreams.

Still, Leabhar had raised her to be circumspect, so no word did she say.   Instead she only passed Naisi, eyes downcast  like any modest maid’s so that no evil could be said of her.  But beauty speaks for itself and Naisi, seeing it, was struck to the heart and he spoke:  “How fair a doe my music has called.”

“What use to be a fair doe where there are no bucks?” she responded.

Now the son of Usna was no fool, being himself a chief in Ulster though a young one.  He had heard of Felim’s daughter secreted in a fortress of the king and suspected this must be the girl, so he tested her, saying, “I think you have the prize buck of this land.”

“Yet if I were to choose,” Deirdre persevered, “I choose the young buck.”

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About the Author:
Fantasy poetry driven by myths and legends has been my passion for as long as I can remember. I was published in poetry before catching the romance writing bug. I bring that background to my writing along with a lifelong addiction to horses, an 18 year career in various areas of psychiatric social services and many trips to Ireland, where I nurture my muse. My published works range from contemporary fantasy romance to fantasy historical, futuristic, science fiction and historical romance. Currently I live in rural Pennsylvania with a “motley crew” of rescue animals. You can see my books at www.miriamnewman.com.


https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073C4KSZW

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-child-miriam-newman/1126646912

www.thecelticroseblog.blogspot.com

Miriam Newman Author

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Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Book Blast ~ Fire by Sam Rook

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Fire by Sam Rook

The thrilling conclusion to the Knights of Av’lor trilogy!

Trapped on Av’lor and left for dead by her betrayer, Kathryn’s unrelenting determination is the only thing that might overcome the invading Zahkrinon army.

With the portal destroyed and the Zahkrinon army fast approaching, Kathryn and Lanclor have no choice but to focus on the survival of the Knighthood before they can consider rescuing Rachel. Unexpected events threaten their victory and the combined Av’lorian and Earth forces struggle to survive as their numbers dwindle.


They find the Zahkrinon are more dangerous than they had ever imagined.

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Now for An Excerpt: 

The momentum of her flight drove the sword completely into the back of the Zahkrinon’s neck along with her hands, up to her wrists. She felt pieces of bone cut through her gloves and she clenched her teeth from the pain. A dark wave of energy left the creature’s hands just after impact and drove into the dark elves instead of Hal’s group. Kathryn forced her spell through the blade and felt the Zahkrinon’s muscles tighten under her as it screeched in pain.

She clung to her sword for dear life as the Zahkrinon’s arms struggled to rip her from its back as it twisted back and forth in an attempt to throw her. Tucking her wings, she made herself smaller and poured more power into the fire spell. The smell of burning flesh made her gag, but she didn’t relent.

The bastard took forever to die and it was bound and determined to take Kate with it. With an agonized scream, it fell from the building and tried to turn itself in midair so it fell backward. Kate let go of her sword and pushed herself to the left before they hit the ground. Her effort was enough not to get crushed, but failed to dodge the Zahkrinon’s wing which caught her body and thrust her against the ground.


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About the Author:

Sam Rook lives in Vermont with her husband and two children. Her passion for fantasy novels began in high school with her desire to write following shortly thereafter. Software engineer by day, fantasy author by night, she strives to give her readers a chance to enjoy worlds that transport them away from the stress of everyday life.
Website:
www.samrook.com

Buy links:

https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Knights-Avlor-Book-3-ebook/dp/B077KMBBV7

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/fire-104

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fire-sam-rook/1127522366?ean=2940154631225

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/759750




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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Out Now—Another Dance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #lesfic #lesbian #romance

Can another dance help them forget the pain of the past?
Eden and Janine were best friends throughout their childhood and early teenage years. Then something happened that shattered their friendship, leaving Eden devastated and confused. Ever since her efforts to sort things out with Janine failed miserably, Eden has avoided her ex-best friend. Unfortunately, she can’t avoid her forever, since Eden’s sister is marrying Janine’s brother.
Thrown together in the same room for the first time in years, can the two women finally put their issues behind them and move on? Or is their shattered friendship beyond repair?

Please note: This story has been previously published in an anthology.

Buy Links:
Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/anotherdance

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Excerpt:
Eden had been dreading this day since the moment her sister, Carol, had announced she was getting married. A wedding was supposed to be a happy occasion, a cause for celebration. But not when your sister was marrying the brother of your ex-best friend.
Eden had done a successful job of avoiding said ex-best friend for ten years, crying off any get-togethers, school reunions, and even her sister’s engagement and hen parties. Understandably, it had made her incredibly unpopular with Carol and their parents, but she’d had to put up with their displeasure for the sake of her own sanity.
Today, though, Janine or no Janine, Eden was going to her sister’s wedding. It was kind of crucial, really, given she was chief bridesmaid. She was just thankful that Janine hadn’t been asked to be a bridesmaid. That would have been problematic.
“I honestly don’t understand what happened between the two of you. What made you fall out so badly that you still want to avoid her?” Carol was asking, as the hairdresser put the finishing touches to her up-do, then settled her tiara on top of it, leaving the attached veil trailing down her back.
Well you wouldn’t, would you? Eden thought, trying hard not to let her emotions show on her face. You’ve never been confused about your sexuality and come on to your best friend, have you? But she kept quiet, determined not to ruin her sister’s special day.
“Can you even remember what happened?” Carol continued, thanking the hairdresser and standing up. She moved over to the full-length mirror in the room and examined herself from every angle. The hairdresser held up another mirror so the bride could see the back of her hair. She nodded.
“Yes,” Eden replied shortly, then added, “You look beautiful, sis. Really gorgeous.”
Inside her head, though, she was already reliving that fateful night.


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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter




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