Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Hump Day Humps ~ Best I Ever Had



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Since it's been a while since I posted one of these, I thought I'd post Best I Ever Had. I got a fab review for this book and well, it deserves sharing.

Here's what Trully had to say:
Want saucy, juicy and a lot of raunchy? This book is the first I have read of its kind. The dynamics of all the relationships are superbly written. Having characters filling in the missing voids of each other while apart is one thing, but when they are together, it is a whole "nother" ball game. One you will see they each play differently. But, will the ball drop? Let us just say plenty of balls will drop, roll, and be fondled and twisted. You will like every moment as the fruit and nuts mix... to make a nice mixture of something tangy and sweet. These characters have some interesting personalities and hot bodies that you can smell as you read each word. This book gets 5 cups, because the steam felt from this novel does not compare to a hot cup of anything! It is direct, clear, and always keeps your attention." ~ Trully, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More



BEST I EVER HAD
by Wendi Zwaduk


A Dirty Bits Short Novella

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.
Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Warning: Graphic language and adult situations; intended for age 18 and over.

Available here: 

And now for that Hump!

Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take
me, Sam.”
“My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from her breasts and guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”
Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding down her torso until she hooked her fingers into her waistband.
“That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all of you.”
Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”
Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”
“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”
“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.” She held her breath. She’d known about Sam and Quint’s involvement for quite a while and she liked Quint. More than she should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes, she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.
“I want Quint to watch,” she whispered. “I do.”
“Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”
“More than ever. He’s your lover, too. Why would I count him out?” The

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Review ~ Dance of Seduction by Sabrina Jeffries

Dance of Seduction by Sabrina Jeffries  
Historical
Spicy

She vowed to resist . . .
It's difficult enough for Lady Clara Stanbourne to run her London home for reformed young pickpockets without having to contend with a criminal rightnext door! The mysterious Morgan Pryce is obviouslydealing in stolen property, and she will never allowthe handsome scoundrel to lead the children astray.Pryce is very much mistaken if he believes her adelicate rose he can wilt with passionate, unspokenpromises. Now if only Clara could douse the fieryyearning the charming cad ignites inside her.
His heated caresses . . .
This bold, beautiful temptress is indeed a distraction—and Morgan wishes he could tell the exquisite Clarathe truth: that he is working undercover to break upa notorious crime ring. His mind should be on hisduty—not wondering how it would feel to hold Clarain his arms and taste her luscious lips. But nowthat she has entered into his most dangerous game,Morgan knows he must have her, despite the veryreal peril to his secret mission—andto his heart.

Hot story full of twists and turns. Witty writing that gripped me from page one. I couldn’t put it down. Lady Clara is a force to reckon with. She knows what she wants and won’t quit until she gets it. There were moments when I wanted to give her a swift kick – don’t go where you’re not supposed to go. But I got emotionally involved, so it worked. But Morgan...I wanted to eat him up. Very sexy and commanding. I’d like one of him for my own.

I wasn’t one to normally pick historical books, but I’ve changed my mind and this book is high on my list. 

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Star Catcher and Kimber Vale!

Hi, Wendi!  Thanks so much for having me today.  I’m excited to be here!



I'm glad you're here! Let's get this interview started! I can't wait. How did you come up with the title for your book?

It’s weird.  My title for “Star Catcher,” came after the story was finished. My manuscript was saved on my computer as “Extra” for the longest time (as in Extraterrestrial—I was rather hung-up on playing with that word somehow. Sextraterrestrial? Extra-large Alien Penis? Something like that. I had no clue). I sent it out to my betas and they were like, “What’s the title?” And I was all, “I don’t know! Lay off me—I can’t handle your pressure!”

When I finally backed away from the extraterrestrial spin-off, my title was so obvious, I felt like a bit of a dolt. Dr. Noth Zobor, my hot alien hero, is named after a constellation visible from his home planet, Artanos.  It’s called “Noth the Star Catcher” over there.  Stella, my heroine, whose name means “Star,” is accidently abducted by her lover, Noth.  Apparently, I needed flashing neon signs to figure out my title should be “Star Catcher.” At least I got there eventually.

I've had that happen. I've got at least two that are called "Untitled". Yeah, so original. Grin. What book are you reading now?

A Dance with Dragons.  I was putting it off because my husband was disappointed with it.  Now I’m reading it because I’m sick of hearing him complain about how bad it was.  I’m determined to love it at all costs, just to be the devil’s advocate. Plus, I need to know what my boyfriend Tyrion is up to.

Hee hee! Always good to do that. What are your current projects?

Aye yi yi. I need to clear my plate! I’m polishing up the first book in my contemporary M/M series, and hope to get it sent out soon. Like yesterday. I’m about two-thirds done with the second in that threesome. I have half of my hetero witchy paranormal BDSM erotic romance done, and need to start pounding that one out to the finish line. I’ve also started another sci-fi (hetero) that is going to be fantastically fun with lots of kicking and punching and body morphing and crazy space chases.  Oh, and steamy sex.  Really looking forward to giving it my full attention.

Oy! You are busy! Do you see writing as a career?

Wouldn’t that be awesome? I’m really lucky that I’m a stay-at-home mom, and I’m able to find more time to write than the full-timers out there. All of my cherubs will be in school full day next fall, though, and I plan to pick up about eight hours a week at that time.  I’m an RN, but I’ve been out of the work force for a while and need to get back in so I don’t lose my skills.  I’ll also have a lot more time to dedicate to writing when they are all off getting educated. [Evil laugh].

It does help when you've got time to write for longer periods of time. I know I'd love it. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I guess that I have a bad back, so I am frequently lying on my stomach on the floor while writing. Stupid bulging disc.  Cherish your backs, people!  Cherish them!

And your knees! Mine are shot from dancing. (Long story) What animal do you think makes the best pet and why?

Guinea pigs, hands down.  Why?  Look at them, for corn’s sake!  They’re the cutest things ever! And that little squeak they make? So adorable.  And, if you’re wearing long sleeves and you pull your shirt cuff wide in front of a pig’s face, it’ll crawl up your sleeve.  Just make sure it doesn’t stay in there too long in case it has to pee.  The turds you can just shake out.

Um, I think I'll stick to cats. I've never been much of a guinea pig person, but that's what makes us all unique. Grin. What is your strangest habit?

I am a manic tooth brusher.  I have to brush after every meal and for at least five minutes at a clip.  Soon I won’t have gums or enamel anymore, but my breath is always minty fresh.

I have to carry a notebook with me. Have to. And my Captain America pen. Who doesn't want to take Chris Evans with you everywhere? What’s a saying you use a lot? Where did it originate from?

“For real?!” I don’t know when/where it started, but if I find the person who made me start saying that (sometimes ad nauseam) I’m going to flip them for real.

Mine's no worries. And yet, I worry...a lot. How many fingers am I holding up?

Twelve.

Ah...you guessed it. What is one thing scientists should invent?

Time machine, for sure.  I always warn my kids that they’re in trouble if I get my hands on one.

Works for me. Grin. Here's a little more about Star Catcher!

Lust flares hot and bright when Stella Aims’ world collides with the gorgeous and mysterious Noth Zobor. The tall dark stranger doesn’t speak a word of English, but Stella is happy to teach him everything she knows, including a crash course in the universal language of love. Their passion burns down to sweet and smoldering before Stella’s reality is completely spun around.

People aren’t always what they seem—but what if they aren’t even human?

Concerned that Noth’s been lying to her, Stella searches for him and walks into a trap straight out of a nightmare. When she wakes, she finds the real deception was far worse than she ever suspected, and her lover is not at all what he seems. Forgiving him might be the easiest thing Stella has to do, because getting out alive and saving her fellow humans from captivity and experimentation will be the toughest challenge of her life.

Can lovers from two different planets overcome forces that push them galaxies apart? When the fate of two species hangs in the balance, love may be the only thing strong enough to save them all and give hope for a new future.

And a bit more about Kimber Vale 
Kimber Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from het sci-fi to hot man-love (under the name K. Vale). Stalk her on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. www.kimbervale.com


Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Review ~ The Truth About Lord Stoneville by Sabrina Jeffries

The Truth About Lord Stoneville by Sabrina Jeffries 

Historical
Spicy

Hellions of Halstead Hall
They're the scandalous Sharpes, five hell-raising siblings tainted by a shocking family legacy. Now each faces a daunting ultimatum: marry by year's end—or kiss their inheritance good-bye.
In the two decades since a tragic "accident" took the lives of his parents, Oliver Sharpe, the Marquess of Stoneville, has survived the scandal surrounding that fateful night by living as an unrepentant rakehell. And with his grandmother vowing to disinherit him if he doesn't settle down and wed, he plans to fulfill the bargain in true Sharpe style—by bringing home a fake fiancĂ©e from a brothel! But his scheme is derailed when he rescues an American beauty in a dire predicament instead. 
Maria Butterfield came to London to track down her groom-to-be, who's gone missing, but her engagement won't stop Oliver from getting what he wants: her, in his bed. His rebellious masquerade may call his grandmother's bluff, but it's soon made all too real—by a love that tempts him to be a hellion no more.
My take?


You never know when one stupid decision will totally screw with your whole life. I liked this book. There were a whole lot of characters, but to build up for a series, you have to have a lot of people. Jeffries delivers. The writing sparkles and the characters are interesting. Oliver is so screwed up, but it works for him. I wanted him to get his HEA. I wanted things to work out for him and his soul to be soothed. Enter Maria. She’s no wilting flower. She’s got issues, but what character doesn’t? I loved her spunk and her passion. She’s the reason I kept reading. I had to know what would happen. Grab a copy today!

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Sunday Snoggin with Saturday Night Special

Read more of the snogs here!
Seeing as I'm hanging out this weekend at the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together and Pimping my book, Saturday Night Special, I thought I'd post a hot snippet right here for the snogs. The book will be available in July from Turquoise Morning Press, but a little advanced promo never hurt!

Saturday Night Special 
Turquoise Morning Press
M/F, BDSM, Fem Dom, Spanking, Toys
14,000 words

She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights. 

And now for that SNOG!

“Hey.” She didn’t move, just watched him. “Blaine. I came back here because it was more private. I’m sorry if I encroached.”
“Don’t want to talk.” Blaine locked the door and crossed the short expanse to her. She shot out of her seat and opened her mouth to protest. He smothered her answer with a kiss. Lust and desire slammed into his brain. As much as he’d told himself he didn’t love her, he knew better. She flowed through his soul. Mallory clutched at his shirt and pressed her body to his. This, her soft body underneath him, this is what he needed. Craved. He angled her to the couch and dropped down between her knees. He broke the kiss and shoved her skirt up past her hips. She gasped and braced her feet. The heels of her shoes clicked on the hardwood floor.
“Good girl.” He grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and yanked. The scent of her whirled around him. Her cream glistened in the light. His mouth watered. He parted her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. All his unresolved feelings for her, the love, the devotion, the need welled to the surface. He never expected to see her again, much less have another chance to taste her kiss.
“Oh.” The word came out in a moan. She threaded her fingers into his hair. “Wow.”
Blaine suckled on her clit and without looking down, removed her shoes. He trailed his fingers up and down her leg, bracing her calf on his shoulder. God, he loved touching her. He committed each of her whimpers and sighs to memory.
She murmured his name and pulled on his hair. “Feels so good.”
He chuckled and laved his tongue over her labia. Like tasting honey sweetened silk. Blaine parted her pussy lips with his fingers and grazed his teeth over her clit. She bent her knee over his shoulder and pulled him in tighter. Mallory ground her hips against his face.
Not done yet. He inserted one finger into her channel. She gripped him, holding his finger within her. Holy fuck. If her pussy grabbed at his finger, he could hardly fathom her clenching around his cock. He suppressed a shiver. Soon.
“Fuck. Just fuck.” Mallory quivered and scraped her nails over his scalp. Blaine pumped his finger in her cunt. He loved the burn from her fingertips. Loved when she took the lead. Hell, whoever happened to be leading, he wanted claim her as his own.
“Blaine.” 


Friday, June 7, 2013

Vampire Elite ~ Book Tour



One randomly chosen commenter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card. Be sure to comment! The more you do, the better your chances of winning :-) The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/04/virtual-book-tour-vampire-elite-by.html

VAMPIRE ELITE
By
Irina Argo

BLURB:  

Can the ultimate choice be made if saving your race means destroying the one you love?

At the beginning of the twenty-first century of our era a millennia long war between two immortal races was coming to an end. The Vampire Elite, the strongest among vampires, forced the race of immortal beings, the Amiti to become their blood suppliers, called bloodstock, locking them in their underground cells and treating them like livestock. The surviving free Amiti make a final attempt to strike back. The Queen of Amiti is proclaimed a traitor and is executed. Her death signifies the rise of a new Queen, her young daughter Arianna who becomes the last hope of her dying race. Arianna totally embraces her mission and is ready to fight for her people to the last drop of her blood but encounters an unexpected challenge—the vampire King Tor. They both are captured into a trap of love where they had to make an ultimate choice; to kill the loved one or to let their races die.
Vampire Elite is the epic story of a bitter conflict between two peoples, and the effect of that conflict on everyone living in its grip. The characters are driven to love and betrayal, vengeance and sacrifice in a world without easy black-and-white answers.
Based on an ancient Egyptian legend, packed with action and intrigue, Vampire Elite will pull you into the entrancing world of immortals and open new portals into their hidden universe.


EXCERPT: 

As the auctioneer spoke, two Sekhmi in eveningwear—a male carrying an elegant dagger and a female a silver tray covered with glass vials—approached the Amiti girl.
“She’s barely eighteen, ladies and gentlemen. That’s a good three years younger than the youngest bloodstock you’ll usually come across. Look at her; she’s stunning, simply stunning, and as you can see, we’ve kept her well conditioned, in excellent health.”
The auctioneer paused as the male Hunter grasped the Amiti’s hand and held it above the tray. The girl showed no resistance, her only display of anxiety the butterfly fluttering of her thick eyelashes. He raised his other hand, and the dagger flashed in the light as with a swift motion he slit the Amiti’s palm. The dark, intoxicating scent of fresh blood filled the room as it poured into the vials.
Simone’s gums began to itch and burn, and she covered her mouth with her hand so no one would see her fangs punching down. It was considered terribly rude to expose one’s fangs in public, even among other vampires. But she needn’t have worried; everyone’s attention was riveted to the stage and the blood flowing from the girl’s wound. The room vibrated with bloodlust and sexual arousal.
The female Sekhmi approached Simone’s table, offering the Royal Pride the first of the blood samples. Knowing that all eyes were on her, Simone forced herself not to hesitate and took a small sip—and was immediately flooded with euphoria.
“For this magnificent specimen, we open the bidding at ten million U.S. dollars,” announced the auctioneer.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Irina Argo is a combined pen name for two authors, Irina Kardos and Jo-An Torres.

Irina
Irina’s world is dark. She works as a clinical psychologist in a Juvenile Correctional Facility dealing with the extremes of human behavior on a regular basis and takes care of her paralyzed husband who suffered a stroke several years ago. To bring light into her life she writes. Writing has always been her passion. She is originally from Russia where she was employed as a TV journalist. 

Jo-An
Jo-An is a Leo, a lioness who has emerged to follow her dream, to someday write a book of her own. She owned a costume shop for 15 years and was able to satisfy and excel in her creative nature. She is an over-achiever and believes that anything is possible if you believe in yourself and ignore the nay-sayers.  Her philosophy is based on Shakespeare "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves." She currently resides in California with her 5 cats and 1 husband.






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Thursday, June 6, 2013

Chat with Me at the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together!



If you're looking for me, I'm hanging out in Cincinnati at the Marriott. Yep, for the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together. Here's where I'll be

Meet the Turquoise Morning Press Authors, my time is 1:30-1:45 

Signing Books Friday Night from 7-9 in the Atrium

I'll also be taking part in the TMP Costume party at 9 pm

Speed Chats with the Liquid Silver Authors, my time is 11:00-11:20

And I'll be a part of the Author Island Party at 10 pm!

Hope to see you there!

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Hump Day Humps with...Saturday Night Special

Read more Humps here!

Seeing as I'm hanging out this weekend at the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together and Pimping my book, Saturday Night Special, I thought I'd post a hot snippet right here for the humps. The book will be available in July from Turquoise Morning Press, but a little advanced promo never hurt!

Saturday Night Special 
Turquoise Morning Press
M/F, BDSM, Fem Dom, Spanking, Toys
14,000 words

She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights. 

And now for that hump!

“Hey.” She didn’t move, just watched him. “Blaine. I came back here because it was more private. I’m sorry if I encroached.”
“Don’t want to talk.” Blaine locked the door and crossed the short expanse to her. She shot out of her seat and opened her mouth to protest. He smothered her answer with a kiss. Lust and desire slammed into his brain. As much as he’d told himself he didn’t love her, he knew better. She flowed through his soul. Mallory clutched at his shirt and pressed her body to his. This, her soft body underneath him, this is what he needed. Craved. He angled her to the couch and dropped down between her knees. He broke the kiss and shoved her skirt up past her hips. She gasped and braced her feet. The heels of her shoes clicked on the hardwood floor.
“Good girl.” He grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and yanked. The scent of her whirled around him. Her cream glistened in the light. His mouth watered. He parted her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. All his unresolved feelings for her, the love, the devotion, the need welled to the surface. He never expected to see her again, much less have another chance to taste her kiss.
“Oh.” The word came out in a moan. She threaded her fingers into his hair. “Wow.”
Blaine suckled on her clit and without looking down, removed her shoes. He trailed his fingers up and down her leg, bracing her calf on his shoulder. God, he loved touching her. He committed each of her whimpers and sighs to memory.
She murmured his name and pulled on his hair. “Feels so good.”
He chuckled and laved his tongue over her labia. Like tasting honey sweetened silk. Blaine parted her pussy lips with his fingers and grazed his teeth over her clit. She bent her knee over his shoulder and pulled him in tighter. Mallory ground her hips against his face.
Not done yet. He inserted one finger into her channel. She gripped him, holding his finger within her. Holy fuck. If her pussy grabbed at his finger, he could hardly fathom her clenching around his cock. He suppressed a shiver. Soon.
“Fuck. Just fuck.” Mallory quivered and scraped her nails over his scalp. Blaine pumped his finger in her cunt. He loved the burn from her fingertips. Loved when she took the lead. Hell, whoever happened to be leading, he wanted claim her as his own.
“Blaine.”