Thursday, December 8, 2016

Blog Tour ~ Kiss Me at Last by Holly Cortelyou

Its a book blast and I'm featuring Holly Cortelyou's book, Kiss Me at Last. I can't wait to read it. You'll want to keep reading and comment. Why? There are prizes to be won!! Like? Holly will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour. You can do that here:

Kiss Me at Last
by Holly Cortelyou


What's better than wine, chocolate and a little renovation magic? A sweet and sexy matchup between a handsome, hammer-swinging contractor, Sean McMallory, and a flirty and stubborn
champagne bar owner, Melinda York, who's in a remodel pickle! Kiss Me at Last brings you back to the charming mountain hamlet of Wescott Springs, Colorado in a heartwarming contemporary, small town romance that's sweet with a little kiss of heat!

One tempting kiss will rock his world…

Melinda York has every last penny tied up in her business remodel so the last thing she needs is a complication—like surly Sean McMallory. But when "McGrumpy" blows through her front door with a hammer and toolbox, she knows she’s doomed…her replacement contractor is none other than the jerk who humiliated her at the town council meeting. With Melinda buried in sawdust and the exasperating, but ever-so-sexy, Sean constantly underfoot, how is she supposed to maintain her professional poise when she can’t stop daydreaming about his broad shoulders and his unexpectedly kind heart?

Sean McMallory likes his life simple and straightforward, and his plate is full with a booming construction business and family responsibilities. When a cousin begs a favor, he’s plunged neck-deep into the whirlwind that is elegant, jet-setter Melinda York and her wine bar renovation. There’s just no trusting the flirty Melinda even if he can’t forget her kissable lips and surprisingly, vulnerable eyes. So he’ll stick with his beer and country roads, and she can keep her bottles of bubbly and fancy truffles!

Can one kiss build a bridge to love and heal their wounded hearts?


And now for an excerpt: 

With a smile lurking at the corners of his mouth, Sean had been waiting for an eruption for the last ten minutes.

It was day three of construction, and Melinda had looked far from chipper as she'd schlepped into the wine bar at eight in a slouchy gray sweater, faded jeans, and nondescript running shoes. Her eyes were bleary, and she cradled her coffee concoction like it was the crown jewel in the queen's tiara. She'd winced every time his hammer drove home a nail.

Sean grinned. Hangover, he supposed, and he pounded a few extra nails for good measure as she scuttled into her office. That ought to fix her little red wagon, Miss High and Mighty and her sexy British accent. Not that he'd noticed.

He glanced toward her office door, and there was Melinda, staring at him with a stony gaze through half-slitted eyes.

"Good morning, Ms. York," Sean said in his perkiest voice. "Sun's shining, and it's beautiful out." He fiddled with the chuck on the drill and idly revved it a few times for some bonus noise.

"Is there anything quiet you can do for a while?" Melinda said, her tone was pained.

"Not feeling well?"

"I'm fine. I have some phone calls to make to wine distributors and a little peace and quiet would be divine."

"Go back to your coffee shop for those calls. Unless you want me to take a break already? That will slow me down."

Melinda glared. "I'm trying to get some work done, too."

"Well, ma'am. This is a construction zone, so there's going to be noise. We're not slapping on some paint and hanging a few light fixtures. We're adding beams, ripping out floors. What exactly were you expecting? Should I bring a bowl of potpourri or something?"

"That might help." Her tone was drenched in syrup. "Or do you have a silencer for that drill?"


About the Author:
Holly Cortelyou is a romance author who pens sweet and spicy small town, contemporary romances as well as supernatural and paranormal romances. On any given day, you’ll likely find her posting dog and cat pics on Facebook (HollyCortelyouAuthor) or goofing off on Twitter (@HollyCortelyou) and Pinterest! And of course, you can always visit her on the web at Holly has hazel eyes, a goofy sense of humor and…all the rest is subject to change without notice.

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Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Out Now—Sexy Just Got Kinky: Kinks to Make you Think by The Brit Babes (@8britbabes)

Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.Featuring stories by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.

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It started with a photograph.
A single, crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.
I’d had enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the photo.
I made sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.
I posted it online.
It was on one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.
Until now.
I gave myself an online name—theanonymouslife. All one word.
It was only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.
Already, I was addicted.
I stayed on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.
I don’t know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now sex was denied to me. My children stole my body away, though they never asked to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more. Sometimes now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without being interrupted. I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me. I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that important element.
So, instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.
It was harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not enough.


About The Brit Babes:

So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure are the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, bestsellers and accolades between us, we just know you’ll find something to keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived!

Monday, December 5, 2016

Blog Tour ~ The Moonlight Market by Aidee Ladnier

It's a book tour for The Moonlight Market by Aidee Ladnier and there's an interview ahead! You can check out her book and learn a little about her, too. You'll want to comment. Why? There's a prize up for grabs. What? Aidee Ladnier will be awarding $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Cool, eh? Want more chances to win? Follow the tour. You can do that right here:

Check out my interview with the author!

Describe yourself in three words. 
Eeeek! This is a hard question to begin on. I think my words have to be curious, quirky, and adventurous. I am curious about everything. I want to know how it works. It = everything. And just like the characters in my stories, I’m a little quirky, not quite normal, but cool. My favorite is adventurous. I’ll try anything once. ;) I truly believe that adventures are all around us, presenting opportunities to step out of our day to day routine and do something different and new. We just have to be brave enough to take them. I have experienced so many cool and different things because I recognized an opportunity and took it instead of keeping to my original plan. (Which is also a little like my writing now that I think about it.)

Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.
Okay, full disclosure, I have an entire Pinterest Board devoted to THE MOONLIGHT MARKET. (If you’re interested, it’s at I chose a young Russell Wong as my visual model when I was writing the character, Cory Long. He has such a serious face, like the weight of the world lives inside him. It reminded me of Cory and his need to remain true to his parents’ wishes long after they had died. It was also important in my mind that Cory be Asian-American, because in Asia there has long been a tradition of night markets. Although the Moonlight Market in my novel is more like a carnival at times, it also has a few elements of a traditional night market with its food and wares for sale along the main thoroughfare. And for Sanderson, I envisioned him looking like the Dutch gymnast Epke Zonderland. Epke has the kind of fresh-faced, blonde-haired, well-muscled look I thought suited Sanderson. And his face looks so innocent. How could he be carrying dark secrets with such an innocent face?

What’s your favorite love scene from a movie? 
I think the one I love most is from The Thomas Crown Affair with Pierce Brosnan and Renee Russo. It started on the dance floor with the two characters bantering back and forth as they danced, their movements nearly foreplay. Renee Russo’s see-thru dress was also very hot! Then by the time they got back to the main character’s house, they joyously made love in the foyer, on the stairs, in the library, on the desk, on the floor. I think she even laughed at one point. It’s what making love is supposed to be like—fun, adventurous, and a delight.

What’s your wildest fantasy? 
Hmmmmm. My novella, THE KLOCKWERK KRAKEN, had a genetically modified human in it. Basically, he had four tentacles in addition to his hands. I think I’d like to spend one amazing night with that character. He certainly knew what to do with his tentacles.

 If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?
I think taste. The food we eat appeals in so many other ways that losing taste wouldn’t necessarily be great but could be manageable. A large part of what makes something taste good is how it smells. Then there’s the texture which is managed by touch. The best thing about eating a carrot is the satisfyingly loud crunch when you bite it. And who hasn’t been instantly hungry when they see a beautiful plate of food. What I wouldn’t miss if my sense of taste was gone—bitter food. It’s totally not a favorite.

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid? 
Well my parents gave my sister and me a new toybox to keep all our toys in. It was huge! We could literally climb in it and lay down comfortably. So I convinced my sister to climb in and closed the lid. I then stacked books on it and sat on it so she couldn’t get out. It wasn’t sealed so she had plenty of air and she’s not claustrophobic, but my family still hasn’t let me live that down.

Now for the Quickies! They're fast and fun. 

Boxers or Briefs? 
Boxer-briefs! Where have you been? These are the best invention since sliced bread. They are sleek, modern, and hug a man’s hips just right. Since I’m the one buying underwear in my house, that is the only kind my DH is allowed to wear. ;)

I prefer boxer briefs, too. Top or Bottom? 
I’m a switch, so give me both. LOL! Seriously, it depends on my mood. Some days I want to give the whole world a spanking. Other days, I could use a little restraint. But I’m pretty flexible, so the right partner can talk me into just about anything.

Interesting. Pajamas or nude? 
Nude at home, pajamas on the road. I read a study that said better body image comes with being comfortable nude. So I slip under the covers at night in nothing. That said, I would hate to be caught outside in nothing during a bomb scare at a hotel. I have experienced a bomb scare but luckily it was during the day. (And there was no bomb.) I always bring sweats and a t-shirt to wear to bed when I’m traveling.

Yeah, that's the reason I won't sleep nude. No thanks. I don't want the hunky fireman to find me buck naked. Hairy chests or smooth?
Depends on the partner. I like a hairy chest on a guy, but it’s never been something I’ve insisted upon.

I'm a no hair kind of gal. I want him smooth. Plus I don't want to clean hair out of the shower. Gag! Alpha or Beta? 
Beta, definitely. Alphas are a little too much for me. Give me a good beta with a heart of gold and I’ll stick with them forever. Betas think for themselves but can be stalwart followers as well. Betas are more even tempered. Betas stay home and help you raise the kids when the Alpha is out looking for his next conquest.

These questions were so much fun! I hope I didn’t squick anyone with TMI. Grin

The Moonlight Market
by Aidee Ladnier


College senior Cory Long tracked his missing sister to the magical Moonlight Market to bring her home. Instead, he found a disorienting world of performers and hawkers, bizarre sights and sounds, and one very familiar showman, Sanderson Beets. Like a drowning man, he latched onto Sanderson, trusting him to navigate the twists and turns of the Market as unerringly as he had steered Cory to passion in their furtive trysts on campus.

But Sanderson was tired of being the quickie in the alley.

Sanderson Beets had escaped the Moonlight Market to attend college, hoping to settle into a normal life, maybe meet someone and fall in love. To obtain that new life he made a dangerous bargain. And when the sinister woman known as the Weaver of Dreams is involved, second chances always come with strings attached…and sacrifices. Sanderson’s debt has come due, and the only payment he has to offer is Cory, and their chance at a relationship.


Now for an excerpt: 

He almost ignored it.


Tiny bells tinkled nearby.

They sounded closer.

His skin tightened with goose bumps.

Niari glided into the pool of light cast by the lantern hanging on the back of the tent. Her long, inky dress brushed the bells on her ankles and pulled the shadows forward with her.

“Your debt is coming due.” Her trilling, accented voice floated over the noise from the fairway beyond. In front of the tent children giggled and laughed, the calliope blared out its joyous concert, and the lanterns burned away the darkness. But Sanderson stood in the shadows behind…with her.

Sweat coated his palm, and it slipped from the curtain. He swiped at the bead of perspiration on his upper lip, the pit of his stomach icing into a lump.

“I found someone.” He blurted out the words. “A lost soul. Someone who’s lost something.”

Panic bloomed in Sanderson’s chest. Was he actually going to offer Cory to the Weaver? Cory who just wanted to find his missing sister. Cory of the soft hair, bitable nipples, and beautiful, slim cock. Who made Sanderson feel normal. Like a regular guy.

“Good.” Her smile widened, filled with too many tiny teeth that gleamed bright in the lantern light. “Are they tasty and ripe?”

“Madame?” Sanderson’s gut twisted at the hard glitter in her eyes. A chill crept down his spine. She looked…hungry.

He blinked. Niari stood before him, still and silent, waiting, just a woman again. The malevolent flash must have been a trick of the dim light. He shrugged off the unease and shook the numbness from his fingers.


About the Author:

Aidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years
old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science-fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Goddess Fish Excerpt Tour ~ Nicholas by Diane Hartsock

It's a book tour for Nicholas by Diane Hartsock. You'll want to keep reading. Not only do I love her work, but you can win prizes!! Like? Dianne will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. How cool is that? Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour! You can do that here:

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by Dianne Hartsock


Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone.
Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.

As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man’s malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?

When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.


Now for an excerpt:

Jamie woke with reluctance, not wanting to climb from the warm limbo he found himself in, feeling safe, secure. Arms pulled him a little closer, and he snuggled against the firm chest, resting his ear over the strongly beating heart. He wanted to stay there forever, but it soon grew stifling under the blanket; he pulled the edge down and blinked at the warm hazel eyes meeting his gaze. Who was this?

The stranger smiled and a hand crept out of the blanket, fingers brushing Jamie’s lips. “Angelo mio.”

What…. Memory surfaced, and he pulled back a little, face heating when he realized they were both almost naked, the guy lean and strong and… hard, against him. Feeling out of his depth with the man he slid further back, and fell off the edge of the couch onto his tailbone.

“Fuck. That was graceful,” he muttered, embarrassed. He knelt and rubbed his sore back, not looking up until the man chuckled. Expecting ridicule, the concern and warm light in his guest’s eyes tugged at his heart.

“Are you all right? Sounded like you landed pretty hard,” the man asked with sympathy.

“I’m fine.” Jamie grabbed his jeans from last night and pulled them on, feeling more comfortable after he’d tugged his sweater over his head. He turned back and caught the guy’s enticing lips twitching with a smile. Blushing, he laughed at his own nervousness. “Sorry. I don’t usually wake up naked with strange men in my bed.”

The man leaned up on an elbow, looking interested. “Do you usually wake up with strange men?”

“No!” Catching the glint of amusement in his eyes, Jamie laughed again. “Okay, enough teasing. At least tell me your name so I know what to call you.”

“I’m Nico De Mira.” He reached out a hand. “And you are….”

“Jamie Brannen.” They shook, Jamie enjoying the roughness of the man’s palm in his own softer hand.

“Thank you for saving me.” Nico turned Jamie’s hand over and stroked a thumb over his wrist, adding under his breath, “Tesoro mio.”

Jamie’s lips parted, but he lost his nerve to ask what he meant when Nico let go of his hand. Then concern swept him when his guest covered his mouth on a deep, wet sounding cough. The cough continued and Jamie dropped to the couch beside him, helping him sit up. The man seemed breathless when it at last subsided.

“Are you okay? Let me get you some water.” Jamie trotted to the kitchen. God, that cough sounded bad. Bronchitis, pneumonia, some kind of infection? Grabbing bottled water from the refrigerator, he returned to the couch and tried not to stare at his guest. The blanket had slipped off Nico’s shoulders, revealing a sculpted chest and arms; not blatantly muscular, but Jamie would enjoy putting his lips on them. It took determination not to drop to his knees and run his hands over that sleek Mediterranean body, feel the sparse, dark curls adorning the man’s chest under his fingertips.


About the Author:

Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and
back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from. Dianne is the author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy adventure, m/m romance, and anything else that comes to mind.

She now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. Dianne says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee in her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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Monday, November 28, 2016

Book Blast ~ Angles by Erin Lockwood

It's a blog tour and there are prizes to be won. I'm featuring Angles by Erin Lockwood. What's up for grabs? Erin will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Isn't that cool? Want more chances to win? Then you'll want to follow the tour. You can do that here:

Angles – Part 1
by Erin Lockwood

This story is about friendship and relationship triangles, love and protection, love and understanding, and love and true love.

Now for an excerpt:

His hand slides up my nape and grips the back of my head, my hair getting twisted and knotted in his fingers. My mouth instinctively parts. I’m kissing his breath with mine. Our air is touching; his eyes are touching me. Everything is so close and tangled … except our lips.

Why isn’t he kissing me? His hands are holding me strong and tense, his muscles clenching around my body. His gaze is seducing my insides. He’s waiting. Making sure I’m ready for him.

I am. I’m so ready.

I dive into his mouth, as if it’s my next breath


About the Author:

Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California, and attended the University of Oregon where she graduated with a degree in journalism in 2003. From there, she moved to Denver, Colorado, and spent the next seven years searching for the love of
her life and building the family of her dreams.

It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book—and binge-watching the subsequent films—in the New Adult genre. Hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story for their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles Trilogy.

Erin still lives in Denver with her husband, Phil, and their three children. They spend most of their summers and holidays on the beautiful island of Coronado where Erin and Phil wish to retire someday.

Learn more about Erin and the Angles Trilogy at, Facebook, and Twitter.

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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Book Blast ~ Mail Order Angel by Mandy Colton

It's a book blast for Mail Order Angel by Mandy Colton and there are prizes to be won! Check it out. Mandy will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Want more chances to win? Then comment on the post and entre the rafflecopter drawing. Follow the tour to comment at each stop and up your chances even more. You can do that here:

Mail Order Angel
by Mandy Colton

Fun characters, humor, drama, and heartwarming moments…

Heartbreaking loss strikes two people living happy and carefree lives in polar opposite places of the North American map. Young and adventurous, Lance Colburn left home years ago and worked his way north to Alaska, eventually settling in Nome. After building a successful business, he’s still a very content bachelor, living in a brand new home he constructed himself. Life couldn’t get much better…until the worst news a single guy could get finds him after a family member is stricken with a fatal illness. He learns that his simple—and slightly selfish—existence is about to get flipped upside down and crowded. Worst of all, he’s going to need a specific kind of help that can’t be found in Nome.

Having lived a happy and sheltered life with her parents in Boston, Massachusetts, Angel McBride is about to become an adult and spread her wings. While taking a summer vacation in Europe with her friends before starting college, tragedy strikes at home. After returning, she is shocked to find that her life has already drastically changed and is about to get worse. She needs an escape plan—and quickly.

With little time and no other choices at hand, both Lance and Angel come up with the same ridiculous idea at the same time: Marriage to a stranger.

But neither are prepared or quite mature enough to handle the big leap. Can they overcome her deception and his wily ways to find true happiness?


Now for an excerpt: 

The next morning, Lance knocked on Anna’s bedroom door and walked in. Out of the closet, he pulled the pretty off-white dress and heels that he’d picked for her and told her to get ready. When she’d dressed and walked into the living room and saw him wearing a suit, she knew immediately where they were going. Today was her fake wedding day. His eyes slowly moved over her, becoming a shade darker, his lids heavier. No words were needed to describe what she saw there on his handsome face. She’d dated enough boys and read enough smarmy romance novels to know that what she was seeing in his eyes was desire. Well, she could ditto that look. Sweet baby Jesus, did he make a suit look good.

He smiled and stuck his hand out for her to take. Guess they really were doing this. Okay. It wouldn’t be real. It would not be real. Angel placed her hand in his big warm one and it felt sooo good, it set her whole arm to tingling. Then out the door they went. To get fake married, Angel. Don’t slobber and stop mooning over the guy.

There was only the two of them and two witnesses present at the ceremony. It was a couple who were obviously friends of Lance’s. He’d muttered their names to her, and the Justice of the Peace went right to it. He spoke some words, told her and Lance what to repeat, she sputtered over her lines on purpose, and it was quickly over. Lance slipped a plain, cold gold band on her finger and pecked her on the cheek. He shook hands with the Justice guy and his friend. Some legal papers were signed by all parties, and that was that. Married. Not too awkward or terribly painful.

As soon as Angel had that last thought, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the woman with Lance’s friend moving closer toward her. The woman opened her mouth to speak, and Angel was about to shake her head, to let her know that she couldn’t speak the language, when the woman let go a string of words that shocked her when they hit her ears. Flat left her dumbstruck and, seconds later, feeling nauseous. It wasn’t what she’d said; it was the fact that Angel had no frigging idea what she’d said. She was pretty sure the words were in Russian.

Aww, come on! Of all the bum luck. She seemed to be loaded with it now.

This just couldn’t be happening. A surge of bile started rushing straight up the pipeline, and she grabbed her stomach and pitched forward. The other woman grabbed her hand and pulled her along fast down a nearby hallway and pushed her through a door. Ah…a restroom. Goody. Sometimes you didn’t need words. Everybody understands the look of an urp coming. Angel barely had time to raise the toilet lid before she was throwing up. Not much came up, because thankfully, they hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.

Angel rinsed her mouth out with water and looked in the mirror. What was she going to do now? She just stood there, rattled and shaking, until there was a knock.

When she cracked the door open, Lance was standing there looking concerned. “Anna? You okay?”

No. Definitely not. She shook her head.

He said, “Oh. We were all going to have lunch, but we can go home instead.”

She nodded. “Yes. Home. Please,” she stuttered, begging with her eyes.

Behind him, the man and woman stood, and the woman placed her hand on Lance’s arm, as if to get his attention. Angel felt another wave coming and shut the door in Lance’s face, locking it. She heaved again. Poor Lance was rapping on the door and calling to her, sounding really concerned, and then she heard the other man’s voice whispering.

“You need to take her to the doctor, friend. Right now. These women arrive in all kinds of states. They can be sick, pregnant, have venereal diseases—even AIDS. Sorry to bust your bubble, but it’s been known to happen.”

Angel heard what sounded like a growly hiss. “You could have fucking told me this before I married her, Raymond!”

“Sorry pal. She sounds real sick in there, and I’m just sayin’…”

“Yeah? Well, thanks for nothin’. Pal!”

Oh. How. Embarrassing.

The rapping on the door became more insistent. When she opened it this time, Lance reached around, snatched her hand, and pulled her out, practically dragging her down the hallway. He put her in his truck and buckled her in, jumped in, and spun out of the parking lot like a mad man on a mission. He pulled out his phone. “Doc, need to see you right away.”

She heard a man’s voice say something on the other end, and Lance erupted. “Tell Earl to sleep it off somewhere else. This is an emergency, goddammit!”


About the Author:

Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. A fan of romance, fun
adventure, drama, humor, and on occasion, sci-fi stories. Her first book, Way to Go, and the continuing series came from her years, own adventures and experiences working in the travel industry.
 Although she’s a great fan of the human imagination, she is also of the opinion that there are just no better stories than those that involve a bit of true life.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Blog Tour ~ The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse #interview #booktour @cw1985

I'm featuring an interview with my friend and fellow author, Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) today on the blog. She's talking about the book she wrote with Victoria Blisse, another friend of mine, and some fun questions I decided to ask. Read on. There's a contest at the end!!

Describe yourself in three words.

Ambitious, determined, creative.

Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Henry Cavill would play Flynn Gifford. Why? Because he was my Muse for writing Flynn! As in, the bearded, mad-haired, vest-wearing, muscular Clark Kent version in Man of Steel. Yum.

I’m not sure who’d play Caroline Rogers. Let’s get Henry on board and see which hot blondes audition to play opposite him ;)

Ooh! I do love some Henry. Yeah, I can see him in that role. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

It’s not a movie, but there’s a scene in the TV show Supernatural where Sam has forbidden, taboo sex with the demon Ruby, and it’s super-hot. Of course, with hindsight, it’s probably because the actors were attracted to each other in real life (and are now married with kids!), but the tension and passion practically jumps out of the screen. Hawt!

Agreed. That was hawt! What’s your wildest fantasy?

Bwah ha ha! I’m not going to tell you that!

Hee hee! If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

My hearing. Noise drives me insane, so although I’m sure I would miss my hearing, I wouldn’t miss the annoying noises that piss me off on a daily basis.

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

I wasn’t that bad of a kid, really, I don’t think. Probably just the usual—sneaking around, going to places I wasn’t supposed to be, etc.

I wasn't really, either. Good to know I'm not alone. Now for the Quickies! They're fast and fun.
Boxers or Briefs?


Top or Bottom?


Pajamas or nude?


Hairy chests or smooth?

Depends on the man.

Alpha or Beta? 


Weren't those fun? I thought so. Now for an excerpt of The Billionaire and the Wild Man: 

I duck back behind the curtain in an attempt to hide my surprise at what I just did. That and to secrete the budding erection I’m sporting. God, it’s been so long since I was with a woman in any way, shape, or form that a quick kiss has got my blood pumping and my hormones racing out of control. I’m like a puberty-wracked teenage boy.
The bathroom door closes, and I heave a sigh of relief. I need some time to think. Think about what just happened, and what’s going to happen next. I’ve implied that we’re going to continue where we left off, minus my beard, but is that what I really want? Is it what Carrie really wants? We’re both damaged souls. She’s fragile, and I haven’t had a meaningful relationship with anyone since … well, since Basra.
And that’s it. As soon as I think of Basra, of what happened there, and why, I make the decision that I’m not going to pursue anything with Carrie. It wouldn’t be right, not even if she was her normal self—a self which I suspect is a much stronger, more confident woman. I hope she’ll agree to just be friends, as it’s nice to have someone to talk to, beyond the perfunctory conversations I’ve had to secure me work so far in Hartington. She’s nice, and doesn’t seem to look down on me, even though she knows what lifestyle I lead. Not what I was expecting from a hot shot billionaire businesswoman.
I guess we’ve surprised each other.
Forcing my thoughts away from the eager press of her soft lips against mine, I lean out of the shower and dump the razor and foam in the sink, then move back under the spray and finish cleaning up. Then I twist the taps so cold water is beating down on my body. Letting out a gasp at the sudden chill, I quickly relish the way it takes the heat out of my hard-on. I’m soft again in no time, and I turn off the spray and step out of the tub, grabbing one of the towels Carrie left for me and having a quick rub down before securing it around my waist.
Then I use the other towel to wipe the steam from the mirror above the sink and set about shaving off my damn beard. It is seriously thick, and I wonder if one blade is going to cut it—literally. Luckily Carrie left the packet containing the other razors by the sink, so I’ve got multiple backups. I’ll just see how I go.
Giving the tin of foam a good shake, I squirt a liberal amount out and smear it over my face. Satisfied, I rinse the excess off my hands, pick up the razor and go to town. It takes several passes of the blade, getting closer to my skin each time, but eventually I have a bare patch. I half expect it to be much whiter than the upper part of my face, a tan line of sorts, but it doesn’t appear to be. Perhaps when I’m finished I’ll notice the difference. Not much I can do about it even if it’s the case.
By the time I’m done, I reckon I’m well over the ten minutes I mentioned to Carrie, but I’d massively underestimated the time it would take to rediscover my chin. Man probably found the North Pole more easily. Or the moon. And now I have had a shave, I’m painfully aware of how much I need a haircut. The general hairiness of earlier must have balanced me out, but now my dark curls look like they’re straying into afro territory. It’ll only get worse when my hair dries. I either need to get myself acquainted with a sharp pair of scissors or find a charity shop and purchase a woolly hat, which will hide a multitude of sins. Not to mention come in handy, as the end of summer is approaching, and with it, colder days and nights. I move that either/or task to the top of my mental to-do list and make do with raking my fingers through the unruly mop for now.


Here's a little bit about the book!
Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

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About the Authors:

Lucy Felthouse:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’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) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

Victoria Blisse:
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on FacebookTwitter and Pinterest.


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